#george clarke series

[tomsparkyr]

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following episode one of 'inside' — george clarke x fem!reader

by any means i do not own 'inside' and all credit is theirs (!!)

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You sat yourself down on the chair placed in the middle of the room, a soft blue and purple light flooding the area. You smiled at the camera in front of you, feeling a little bit nervous at the entire concept of the show; but nonetheless, you still agreed to contribute to it.

It was difficult not to tell your friends about the whole thing, sworn (and to a contract) that you weren’t allowed to tell them you were entering a home with no outside contact for 7 days; only allowed to tell them you were taking a social media break.

Your family knew, obviously. But unable to tell your fellow youtuber friends was tough, because it was so painfully obvious where you were going.

Having to lie to George, Chris and everyone else was awkward. They had arranged plans for the next week and you had to reluctantly say no, because of course, you would much rather be stuck in a home with people you don’t know and then spending money that could potentially be yours.

Clearing your throat, you introduced yourself.

”Hello, my name is Y/N, I’m 24 and I’m a youtuber slash content creator!” You grinned expectantly at the camera.

Continuing, “Most of my content is just… me and my friends getting drunk and filming it because we think we’re funny!” You answered honestly, thinking back on the many times you got too drunk filming pub golf videos that George had to give you a piggy-back on the walk home.

The camera crew asked you how well you think you’re going to do in the challenge,

“I’d like to think I’ll do well, honestly!” You laughed.

”I spend money but I don’t spend so much at a time; like I could go weeks without buying something, then suddenly I’m a couple hundred quid down within a week?”

You continued, “I think I can go without my phone for a week; I’d like to think I’m not that addicted.” You laughed and cringed slightly.

”If anything I think I’ll miss my friends more than anything. I’m sure I’ll love the people there but it’s meeting new faces, I’d just love to walk in there now and see someone I know— My dog! That’s it, I’ll miss my dog this most!” You interrupted yourself, losing your train of thought.

The camera crew laughed at you and pushed the interest about your dog back home, “I just hope she’s being looked after. I’ve left her with George for the week so I think she’ll live?” You laughed nervously.

Upon this, the camera crew behind the device smirked and tilted their heads downwards so you couldn’t see their face. A couple of them turned around and subtly nudged each other.

It was at this point that the crew said that your interview was over and that it was time to enter the place you’ll be living in for the next week.

You nervously picked up your suitcase, clinging onto your comfort pillow in your right arm and hugging it tight to your chest. You couldn’t remember if you could take this into the house but taking no risks, you took it anyway.

You entered a white room with zero life in it; a metal detector gate stood in the centre of the room and a hole to put your luggage in.

”Oh, God.” You muttered under your breath as you realised there was no turning back now.

You paused for a second and scanned the area before realising it was just you in here, “Oh, I’m by myself… that’s embarrassing.” You laughed at yourself, knowing your friends at home were going to be making fun of you when this aired.

Walking through the metal detector, you lugged your suitcase behind you and only just recognised that you might have overpacked for a place that would not utilise your items in absolutely any way.

After putting your suitcase on the conveyor, you walked through to the main area in which you could hear some voices, none of which you could distinguish.

Walking through the empty hallway, you called out “Hello?”

Upon saying this, two heads poked out and their eyes widened at the sight of you.

The girl ran over to you and embraced you into a hug and introduced herself, “Hey, I’m Mya!” She smiled at you as you responded; she was happy there was another girl in the house with her already.

Meanwhile, the man who had seen you first turned his attention to the other male in the house as you and Mya embraced; “Yo, George, isn’t that your girlfriend?”

George furrowed his brows, a bit taken aback “My what?” He laughed a bit as his feet took him towards the hallway to peek at the new arrival; who was supposedly his girlfriend?

Pulling back from Mya’s hug, you made direct eye-contact with George, your best friend, standing a couple feet away from you. “What the fuck?” You shouted and broke out into a sprint towards him, him already on route to you.

”No way!” He shouted back and caught your figure into a tight hug, his arms wrapped comfortably around your waist and lifted you off the ground slightly as he buried his face into your neck amidst the hug.

You slung your arms around his broad shoulders and fell into the all too familiar embrace, catching his scent and subtly running your hands through the hair on the back of his head.

”Why didn’t you tell me you were coming in here?” He chuckled, his voice muffled as his head was tucked into your neck; he had settled you down onto the floor now but didn’t falter his grip by any means.

You laughed back at him, pulling your head away so you could maintain eye-contact with him, “Why didn’t you tell me?” You retorted jokingly.

PK looked confused, “So they are boyfriend and girlfriend then?” Mya laughed at him, knowing the extent that you and George got shipped on Tiktok, the occasional edit finding itself on everyone’s for you page.

You and George turned back to look at PK,“No, no! George is my best friend!” You smiled at him, still in disbelief that George was actually here; “Half my videos are just with her.” George finished for you.

PK tilted his head, pointing between you two in which at the time you realised George’s hands were still resting on your waist while yours were cradling the back of his neck.

Confused (still), PK shook his head and waved his hand in dismissal, completely convinced that he was looking at a couple in front of him.

As more people entered one by one, you and George dispersed from the group, his arm slung around your shoulders and keeping you against him the entire time.

You shook your head and looked up at him with a smile, “What are you even doing here?”

George smiled down at you as you settled themselves down on the sofa in the living room.

“Dunno, the Sidemen like me so I thought, why not?” He laughed at himself, you scooted closer to him as he picked up a cushion to set it down on yours and his lap.

He nudged you, “What about you, you little minx, how did you keep that a secret from me?”

You smirked and fiddled with the loose threads on the cushion.

”I didn’t tell anyone!” You admitted, “Not you, not Chris, not Arthur; I told no one! Not even— Wait…” You trailed off, eyes widening.

”George, who’s looking after my dog?” You said, fear flooding your features.

George laughed and threw his head back, a hand rubbing up and down your shoulder as you persisted on the whereabouts of your dog.

”She’s living with Chris and Arthur for the week.” He reassured you, an obvious relief washing over you as your shoulders fell from a hunched position.

In your own little world, you and George nattered away to each other, updating him on everything he’s missed and completely ignorant to the new members joining the house; because you were all too consumed with each other.

George just knew at that moment that when this aired, Chris was going to rip into the way he was staring at his ‘best friend’.

A shouting voice tore you out of your George-infused daze as it was directed at you two, “Wait, you’re that couple that’s always edited on my for you page?”

The blonde girl next to her snapped her head around to the pair of you sitting with George’s arm still around you, her eyes widening, “Holy shit! I love you two!”

George’s cheeks suddenly were painted a pink colour and you sported a flushed face. An awkward laugh bubbled from your chest, “What?”

Upon seeing your awkward faces and red creeping up your necks, the blonde girl covered her mouth and apologised, “Oh fuck! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean—“

You stood up and left George’s touch, walking over to the girl with a comforting smile on your face.

“Don’t worry! Nice to meet you, I’m Y/N.” You said as you raised your arms out for a hug.

She met you halfway as she responded,“Ugh, you’re gorgeous. I’m Milli.” She smiled sweetly at you, peering over her shoulder to see the other girl still gawking at you.

The louder one strutted over and immediately pulled you into a hug, “I’m Farah, who is sorry about—“ “Oh, God. Don’t even worry about it!” You reassured the girl, finding it quite amusing that you and George had crept your ways onto other people’s for you page.

time skip!

The bedroom situation was the next challenge.

After introducing yourself to everyone (they acted as if they didn’t know who you were, but they had all seen the George x Y/N edits) you all made your way over to the bedrooms, some even breaking out into a sprint.

A couple people jumped onto their beds, claiming it as their own. There were two double beds and the rest were singles, but because there were only 10 people at the time, sharing a double bed wouldn’t be an issue at the moment.

George leaped onto one bed and said sarcastically, “Oh my God, guys, stop fighting over my bed!” You laughed at him and slowly sat down on the one remaining bed next to his.

You crawled onto your bed after readjusting the pillows against the headboard so you could sit up comfortably, leaning back and allowing your eyes to close momentarily.

It wasn’t until you felt a nudge on your shin that you opened your eyes and saw a George Clarke resting on his stomach, a pillow squished between his chest and the bed, his beaming smile staring at you.

You tilted your head at him and smiled softly, lightly kicking your foot back at him as his hand lingered on your leg; the rest of the room became a blur as he kept looking at you.

Sending a quick wink your way, he hoisted himself up off the bed and gestured a hand out to you. You took it as he helped you onto your feet, so the group could walk back into the living room per producers request.

The group all positioned themselves on the couch, George settling down on the end as you squeezed between him and Mandi. With little spare room on the couch, George carefully lifted your leg so it was led over his thigh and his hand rested comfortably on your knee. Opposite you, Whitney grinned at the action.

George was fiddling with his bottle as the group conversed, “So, Y/N what do you do?” Cinna asked you.

Hearing your name, you perked up. “I mainly do YouTube videos with this weirdo here.” You pointed a thumb George’s way.

The group laughed at you and took careful notice at your closeness with George. “And George, what do you do?” She continued.

George tilted his head, “I started on TikTok.” He trailed off as Whitney butted in. “Do you talk on TikTok?”

“Yeah.” George responded. Whitney persisted, “Why not in real life?” You furrowed your brows at this. George, oblivious to her, said “Should I stop?” as he pointed at himself jokingly.

“But you don’t talk in real life! I’m like “George…” Whitney said. She was then interrupted by the Sidemen walking in, smug smirks tugging on their face.

You and George smiled at the familiar faces, previously being in Sidemen videos in the past. You took notice that George’s mood had picked up more now he knew more than one person, becoming more comfortable in the odd place he was confined in.

JJ began for the group, “Welcome to the new series of Inside!” 

The group whooped and cheered at this. Everyone was excited at the prospect of winning a million pounds.

The Sidemen began listing off the rules and concept of Inside, everyone nodding along and the occasional verbal reaction. 

Harry pointed at you and the group, “You’ll be glad to know, the shop is now open!” You and Farah made eye-contact and started jumping up to run to the shop as a joke, the group laughing at the pair of you.

JJ said one last thing before everyone bid their goodbyes to the Sidemen, “Good luck, motherfuckers!”

You all clapped and half heartedly cheered, more nervous than excited at this rate because the money you could win was in the hands of everyone else.

Farah quickly asked as they were leaving, “Wait, can I ask? When is the first challenge?”

“Shut up.”

time skip!

The group all discussed that you wanted to keep the prize money at least 800K, agreeing with a ‘hands in the middle’ before you all jogged down to the shop.

As you entered, half the group were already in there and complaining about the lack of choices they could purchase, Milli however wasn’t upset about the prices at this point.

You and George lurked at the back, shoulder to shoulder and laughed at Mandi as she stood up to the camera asking about the whereabouts of her vodka.

As a quarter of the group decided on food and drinks as the first purchase before you butted in with a suggestion, “Wait, surely we should get some entertainment first, just so we don’t all want to die on the first day?”

George, Dylan and Milli pointed at you, nodding and verbalising their agreement. Milli grabbed your upper arm and took you both to the camera to confirm your order.

“I’ll say table tennis bat and you’ll say table tennis ball, right?” You asked her, she smiled as you both poked your head up to the camera and held your microphone to your mouth.

“Can I confirm the table tennis bat,” “And the table tennis ball, please?” You and Milli spoke, giggling at each other after as you made eye-contact.

You distanced yourself from the group and they began talking louder and speaking over each other, finding yourself settled next to George who had barely spoken outside of you since being in here.

Looking at the list of items, you nudged George, “What the fuck is a ‘golden straw’?” You laughed and furrowed your brows.

You saw his eyes scan the list and chuckle at the item considering its price, “That’s actually a stupid price.” He thought out loud.

“I swear if anyone buys that shit…” You closed your eyes and shook your head, sneaking your arms around him so you could link arms.

The door suddenly opened to reveal the items you and Milli had bought. She turned around and called your name to come over to her. You walked over and tugged George close along behind you.

You saw Milli’s shoulder drop and she leaned down to pick the item up, “What?” You questioned. She turned around and lifted up the one tennis bat.

“No!” You gasped and tightened your grip on George’s arm. “Is it one?” He asked, dreading the worst after your reaction.

“It’s one!” Milli confirmed your suspicions. You groaned, cursing out the Sidemen as everyone around out kept bickering. You watched as Dylan walked back to the camera.

“I’m confirming that you did scam us with that one, I’m not going to lie. So we are ordering one more bat.” He purchased the other bat.

You turned around to face George, smiling up at him as his figure towered over you. “I’m gonna kick your ass at table tennis.” You promised to him and yourself. Laughing at you, he drifted his hands down to rest on your hips, “Best out of three; guaranteed I’m gonna win all three.” He replied smuggly, looking down at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Not bothering to listen to everyone talk about eating arrangements, you yanked George’s arm and the pair of you ran back to the living room, table tennis bats in hands and laughing in joy. Even in a confined house with 10 other people, you found George attached to you as if it was only the pair of you; no one else mattered except for him.

George walked around the table, shoving you lightly before the game started in an attempt to throw you off. You cleared your throat, “This is a practice round, no cheating and no foul play!”

“You’re only saying it’s a practice round so you’re not embarrassed when I kick your ass.” George winked at you and threw the table tennis ball down onto the table.

You heard a playful gag next to you, “Ew, guys stop flirting!” Cinna stated sarcastically. You and George only laughed and began playing against each other.

George played against you for a couple rounds, the game going back and forth a handful of times. Eventually, after a good 15 minutes, you beat George in a tight game. George only shrugged and walked backwards to sit on the couch, leaning his body back and relaxing for the first time since walking in here.

You tilted your head and called Dylan up to play against you, still high on adrenaline. “Dylan, come play the reigning champion!”

Hearing this, George’s head popped up with furrowed brows. “What? I thought you said it was a practice round?” He asked in mock offence.

You shrugged, “Yeah it was… until I beat you.” George suppressed a laugh into a groan and rolled his head back as you shot him a sickeningly sweet smile; knowing he had been caught out by you once again (not that he did anything to stop it).

interview room!

“I mean, I think I’ve started off decently. Barely spent money so far, but I haven’t been down there since I got the table tennis stuff.”

“I mean, I don’t really care about winning now that I’ve beaten George in table tennis! I’ve known him for years, played against him thousands of times and now suddenly hours into my new home for the week and straight off the bat I’ve already taken the win”

“My main concern right now is that I’m so hungry. And I know the meals are gonna be shit, but honestly, I could take anything right now!”

After gossiping about the whole pot noodle fiasco, an alert came up on the screen: ‘Lunch is now ready to collect from the shop’.

“Oh, thank God.” You groaned, feeling the effects of a constant rumbling stomach taking a toll on you. George, who was sitting opposite you looked puzzled and partially offended, “You’re taking the piss. Lunch?”

Leading the pack down to the shop, you skipped down to the final step and came face to face with an open trap door and met some… unpleasant food. Picking up two of the pots, you inspected the food.

George creeped in behind you and peered over your shoulder. Upon seeing his presence, you passed him his meal and stiffled a laugh at his scrunched up nose and face of disgust.

Grabbing a spoon, you opened the pot and attempted not to be put off it immediately. You watched Mandi verbally express her utter hatred towards the food; placing a hand on her shoulder, you urged her to try a bit before she opted out. “Hey, Mandi. Just try a little before--”

“Can I confirm an upgrade, please?” You sighed as she ignored you. Feeling awkward now, George wrapped his arm around its usual spot on your shoulder and tugged you against him, whispering in your ear not to worry about it; unbeknownst that the cameras can see and hear everything.

The pair of you walked away from the chaos of buying upgrades, chatting to each other and sitting back down onto the couch.

Cinna watched you and walked up to you, “Come with me to get the rest?” She urged, knowing many people had left scraps of food down in the shop and was aware of your hunger earlier on.

You smiled at her and left George’s touch, him frowning slightly. You followed side by side with Cinna, strutting into the shop and splitting the weight of the spare food between the two of you.

As you began walking away, you spotted something shiny left in the shop.

“No fucking way.” You murmered, now having personal issues with this goddamned straw. Cinna turned around at your words, eyes widening and walking over to pick up the straw.

“Is there a golden straw in there? Did they leave it?” She questioned no one in particular.

You threw the straw a rude face, “That shit cost fucking £2,500?” You shook your head, already having some suspects on who bought it.

Snatching the straw off her, you stormed ahead to the living room to ask some very needed questions; Cinna laughing at you as she trailed behind, finding your beef with the straw hilarious.

“Who bought this?” You spoke loudly as you entered the room, watching George on the beanbag throw his head back in mock frustration, murmuring some swear words in the wake.

Cinna walked in and made a bee-line for Mandi, “It was you, wasn’t it?” Mandi’s lack of an answer told you the whole story.

Passing the straw to Mandi, you felt a hand brush yourself and looked down to George playing with your fingers as he remained seated, his eyes watching the conversations rather than you. You suppressed a smile at this and tried to fight back a blush from creeping onto your face.

You were snapped out of your thoughts as the voice of Tobi rang around the house, “It’s time for your first challenge.”

time skip!

Finally, it was you and George remaining; neither of you had been selected to compete in Insider Dating (a part of you felt like they set you two up on purpose, but by no means were you complaining).

“And lastly… George? Y/N?” Simon smirked, holding his card close to his chest.

The group whooped and cheered as the pair of you stood up, even JJ was jeering you on. Tobi leaned in to whisper something in his ear, and JJ let out his gawking laugh in response. You groaned, fully aware it was something revolving between you and George.

George sat down opposite you, a worried grin painted on his face as you sucked in a deep breath, picking up the menu in front of you.

“For not the first restaurant date for these two,” Simon started, smirking as he watched both of your faces grow a shade darker and keeping your heads down low. Some of the other contestants let out a wolf-whistle and slammed the table as they laughed at Simon’s joke. “On the menu for you two is Shocking Questions.”

As you inspected the menu more, confused on what was happening, George had already figured it out. He looked at the Sidemen for confirmation and said, “Oh.” You looked up at him, hoping he wouldn’t see your blush. “What’s that?”

“We’ll be getting shocked.” He said with a lack of enthusiasm. You closed your eyes and sighed, nervous about both the questions and being shocked; but remaining determined that you wouldn’t press the red buzzer.

Simon started, “Okay, George. You’ll be answering the questions first, so, Y/N, please ask the first question.”

You took a deep breath, inspecting the question before looking up at George and asking him, “What is your worst online dating experience?”

Unsure when to start, George looked around him and then at the camera, “Okay, um…”

He placed his hands on the table in front of him, “I matched with somebody on--” He cut himself off as an electric jolt sent his body forwards as he groaned in pain. You covered your mouth in shock and offered a hand out on the table for him to grip onto for comfort.

Taking your hand very quickly he continued, “That’s a lot of power. Um. I matched with somebody on Hinge, and I was speaking to them for about two days. Voice notes back and forth, it was fun. And then--”

Another jolt came through and he squeezed your hand hard, cursing out in the meantime, “Oh, God! I’m sorry, Y/N!” You shook your head and reassured him, “No, no! Keep going, you’re doing great!” The contestants laughed at you as you attempted to comfort George as more jolts came through.

“Fucking hell. Um, then I tried to meet up with them, but it turns out they weren’t real. I was there for an hour and a half.” You didn’t know whether to laugh or cry at his story, focusing on him and keeping eye-contact with him to try and urge him through this. Also thinking at the same time, if his questions were bad, think of the masacre for you.

“I came back home, reverse Google Image searched them--” George’s body locking up in pain from the electric, “And they weren’t real. Fucking hell, that’s a lot!” He groaned, still squeezing your hand across the table.

Simon urged you to ask the next question, “Could we please have the second question?”

Your eyes widened at the question and George felt more jolts come through, “Oh, my God, please, can we make it a quick one?” He begged, playing with your fingers and cracking your knuckles as a way to distract himself from the pain. “Oh, my God. That was actually quite bad.”

You began starting the next question, interrupted by George burying his head into his bicep and groaning out, “Fuck!”

“If you had to snog, marry and avoid three Insiders, who and why?” You stared into his eyes as a faint pink sprinkled his cheeks; you couldn’t decipher whether that was out of pain or embarrassment of the question.

George pulled a shocked yet puzzled face, “I don’t fucking know!” 

PK from the side shouted out, “Yes, you fucking do!” while pointing your way; you were unable to see this as your eyes were trained on George in front of you.

“Both genders?” George joked to try and diffuse the situation, making the Sidemen laugh as jolts of electricity came through more frequently and painfully.

George shook his head and gestured towards you, “Snog you, avoid Farah,” He turned around to face her and sent an apologetic look her way, “Sorry, you’re quite loud!” The rest of the group laughed as he turned back to you, “And marry Y/N!”

The group, including the Sidemen all screamed and pointed accusing fingers at George, while you sat with a mouth open and a surely bright red face by now. “You said Y/N twice!” Simon raised his brows and shouted at the man. “You can’t pick the same person twice!” JJ laughed.

George’s eyes widened as he realised what he did, “Shit! I meant marry Y/N, snog Y/N-- Shit!” He cursed as another jolt came through and stumbled over his words, “Fuck! No! Snog Mya!”

Everyone, including you laughed at him as Simon now approved the answer, and George’s grip on your hand faltered and he hid his face on the table, embarrassed beyond belief.

Some of the girls awed at his answer as the chaos had only just settled down, the focus turning on to you (as if it wasn’t already).

You rolled your head back in an attempt to release some nerves but failed to do so. You swallowed hard and looked in front of you to see George, now sat upright, staring at you with something in his eyes that you couldn’t decipher.

Looking down at the table, you saw George’s extended hand open for you, “Tit for tat?” He tilted his head, smiling at you as you accepted it, your palm brushing his. He took a deep breath as his heart jumped a little bit at the intimate moment shared in front of everyone and dozens of cameras.

Simon perked up again, “George, could you please ask the first question?” 

George looked down at the question sheet, eyes widening at the second question in particular, but chose to tackle that situation when he got there.

“Y/N,” You were waiting for the first shock but it hasn't come yet, “Why did you break up with your last boyfriend?” George asked.

Your mouth dropped open in shock, “Oh, God. Alright, so basically--” You screamed as the first shock came through and your body jolted forward in a much similar fashion as George’s previously had. You gripped his hand hard, feeling bad that you could potentially be hurting him in the process.

“You’ve got it, you’ve got it.” George encouraged you, a soft smile etched across his face.

“Shit! Okay--” Another shock going up your spine, painful but quick, “He said I was in-- Fuck!” More and more shocks came through. You understood you would have to rush this answer because there was no way you could get through it at this rate.

“He said I was in love with someone else apparently, so he-- Shitting Hell!” You gripped George’s hand. “So he cheated on me and I snitched on him to his mother!” You blurted out, hearing the loud laughter from the contestants and the Sidemen around you, even George was trying and failing to suppress a laugh.

JJ’s laugh stood out from everyone elses, “Damn Y/N! We’ll take that. George, next question?”

George’s smile fell slightly, “Right, Y/N…” Your body jolted forward in pain, “Shit! George, I love you but please hurry up!” The group laughed at your reaction.

“Okay! Okay! Y/N explain the story of your first kiss.” His voice faltered towards the end, heart thumping in his chest as your face paled.

Your eyes widened and you shook your head rapidly, “No! No! I can’t say that!” Tobi butted in, “Answer or lose 10K!”

A horrendous jolt of electricity went through your body and your hand held George’s while the other bunched up the cloth of the table as you squeezed it.

“Tell us, Y/N!” You heard other contestants shout at you. Milli shouted, “Come on, Y/N! You can do it!”

You tossed your head back, “Fuck! Okay! So basically, we were younger and neither of us-- Shit!” 

“Neither of us had had our first kiss yet, so we--” You groaned, head now falling forwards as your hair covered your face slightly. George leaned over and brushed it away, tucking it behind your ears. 

“Push the button, Y/N!” JJ urged. “Fuck off!” You screamed back, some of the group crying with laughter and standing up in doing so.

“We played odds on that we had to kiss right then and there! That’s it! Please turn this fucking thing off!” You begged, feeling sweat drip from your forehead now.

However, Simon decided to alter the rules of the game.

“Y/N, we’re not accepting that until you tell us who it was with.”

Your eyes bulged out of their head as the screaming around you ensured, George falling unusually quiet compared to everyone else as his gaze remained locked on you.

“What the fuck? That’s not-- Oh, God!” You groaned, “That’s not fair!”

JJ and Tobi just laughed, “Just tell us!”

You shook your head rapidly, “No fucking way!”

“Say it!” They screamed.

“No!” You responded with the same energy.

“You’re not leaving until you tell--”

“George!”

Everyone around you jumped up in shock and amusement, smacking the table laughing and pointing fingers at you and George.

George’s mouth also dropped open in shock as he didn’t think you would actually admit to it, blush coating his neck and cheeks as everyone was looking at you two and that you had exposed your deepest secret.

Your body relaxed as the shocks stopped but you didn’t necessarily win; sure, not losing 10K is great, but now on day one of your new home, everyone would talk about you and George, definitely not helping your case that you’re not dating.

Simon removed his hand from covering his mouth in shock, “Well… I guess you passed.” He didn’t know what to say, no one did really; everyone was just screaming incoherent words in disbelief of this entire situation.

You had never wanted to hear the words of Tobi more in your entire life, “Insiders, you have completed your first challenge of the series.”

time skip!

After a long first day, you had settled yourself down onto the couch in the living room. Led down, you sported George’s hoodie as he found himself back at the table tennis court; this time battling against PK. Blocking everyone out, you drift off for your much needed nap.

As George played against PK, the new contestant DDG had some questions.

“I didn’t know the Sidemen let couples on here.” He thought out loud, catching everyone in the room's attention. They looked at him with tilted heads. “Who’s the couple?” Cinna asked.

DDG pointed a thumb in your direction as you laid unconscious on the couch, “That’s your girl, right?” He nodded towards George.

George chuckled and looked down, “Yeah, George. How’s your girl?” PK teased.

Shaking his head, George served the tennis ball nonchalantly, “She’s just my friend.” He didn’t know who he was trying to prove, himself or those around him.

Dylan butted in, “Oh yeah, I just kiss my best friends every now and then.”

Without looking at them, George continued, “Ah! I was her first kiss, that doesn’t mean we just kiss every now and then.”

“Bet you’d like that, huh?” PK laughed. In mock retaliation, George served a harsh ball his way, the mini group laughing at him.

DDG looked between you on the couch and George standing to his right, “Hold up… you’re not dating her?” George shook his head.

He raised his brows, “For real, man?”

George slowly nodded, “For real.” He sounded partially disappointed but masked it as he continued playing table tennis.

time skip!

You found yourself standing in the shop alone, inspecting the items as you were yet to purchase anything for yourself, excluding the singular tennis bat earlier. You heard someone creeping up behind you.

“What are you thinking about, beautiful?” George whispered from beind you, crouching down slightly so he could reach your height. You leaned back into him and his hands wrapped around your waist.

“Why the fuck do I want that jiggly ball so bad?” You thought out loud. George responded with a loud gawking laugh, stumbling back a bit and bringing you with him.

You turned around and slapped his chest, “No, George! It’s not funny! Why does every part of me need that jiggly ball?”

He looked down at you with a suggestive eyebrow raise, your face fell as you understood what he was insinuating. “Oh, shut up!”

Laughing, you held his hand and walked out of the shop together. You settled on the couch again after your nap, reintroducing yourself Patrice as the last time you saw him was when you were half-asleep.

A couple of minutes later, you heard your name being whispered at the door. Standing up, you followed the noise and was met with George suppressing a wild grin and something stuffed up his shirt. “Oh, God. What did you do?” You smiled.

George leaned down and dragged the pair of you into the corner of the room, “I might have suggested that Farah get something for you.” Your eyes sparkled in excitement.

“No, you didn’t…” You mumbled. 

It was then that George whipped out the bright purple and blue jiggly ball from underneath his shirt, handing it to you and bouncing it between his hands in the process, giggling in excitement. “Oh, my God!” You squealed.

You took the ball from him and played with it for a moment before looking up to see George already staring at you. You shook your head, smiling at him, “Thank you!” 

You pulled him into a crushing hug, his strong arms wrapping around your waist and lifting you off the ground, swaying the pair of you back and forth slightly. He placed you back down as you seperated from the hug, hands remaining on your waist as you stared at each other, not breaking eye-contact. 

Neither of you said anything to each other, but your eyes said so much more. The hand that wasn’t holding the ball reached up to his face and urged him to tilt his head to the side, before you leaned up and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

Pulling away from your peck, you smiled at him and backed away slightly. You tossed the ball so it hit his forehead lightly and bounced back into your hands, “I’ll see you later.” You bit your lip to keep your smile from growing.

Walking away, you didn’t notice that George watched you as you went; a hand pressed up against his cheek where you had kissed him, only hoping it was closer to his lips.

As bedtime rolled around, you situated yourself in your bed next to George’s. You rested on the side facing him, finding him doing the same and could recognise his beaming smile even in the darkness.

You rolled onto your back, staring up at the ceiling as the tiredness took a toll on you. You let your hand flop off the side of your bed, not thinking too much of it.

Then, you felt a soft brush against your hand and looked down at it, seeing George’s hand lacing his fingers with yours as his hand was stretched off his own bed. Leaning off the side of his bed, George pressed a soft kiss onto the back of your hand, signaling a sweet ‘goodnight’ to you before the pair of you dozed off.

Maybe this weird, confined lifestyle where everything was overpriced and challenges determined your mood for that day wasn’t too bad. But maybe, it was rather the person holding your hand that could help you tolerate this.

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You know what throws me off? Them (the writers) confirming that Daenerys was the princess that was promised who came from Rhaenyra's blood line only for Dany and the Targaryen legacy to perish at the end, and someone else was crowned king.

All of this for nothing, and we can only pretend that GoT season 8 do not exist.

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Opening Act | Track 2 | Arthur Hill

Pairing: Arthur Hill x f!Reader Warnings: Fluff, Angst Word count: 3.6k+ A/N: I'm trying to get these out once a week, and I think I'm able to write these parts at a good pace. if there's anything you want to see included in this series then make sure to send it into my inbox. Hope you enjoy!! Series Masterlist

Track 1 ✧ Track 3

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You were currently running around your room, digging through drawers and rummaging through your closet, trying to pick out an outfit. As you toss clothes aside in frustration, you hear a knock on your door.

"Yeah?" you call out.

Your older sister Emma gently opens the door and leans casually against the doorframe, watching you with an amused expression. She crosses her arms and laughs, "How are you not ready yet? I swear you've changed your outfit like five times already."

You huff as you manage to wrangle a jacket out of your closet, putting it on and giving yourself a quick look in the mirror. "What? I have not changed five times," you reply defensively. "Why are you still here anyway? Don’t you have to be at the shop?"

Emma smirks, not missing a beat. "I'm on break. I'll head back in a bit," she says, her eyes following you as you continue to run around your room like a headless chicken.

You nod, now at your vanity as you touch up your makeup, catching Emma’s teasing expression in the mirror. You let out a breath, trying to ignore her knowing look.

"Are you sure this isn't a date?" she teased, raising her eyebrows with a mischievous grin.

You roll your eyes, before you say "Of course not, Em. It’s just lunch with a friend."

Emma wasn't convinced, her smirk widening. "Sure honey, friends who just stay up all night talking on FaceTime, and constantly text each other throughout the day.. And don’t think I don’t hear the flirting and giggles at night. Like you actually squealed when you guys made plans to meet today. Y/N... you are just lying to yourself, and this is a date."

You feel a blush creeping up to your cheeks but quickly try to brush off her comment. You clear your throat before straightening up and turning to face her, "For the hundredth time, Em, it's not a date," you insist, hoping to end the conversation.

"Fine, but then when you two are happily in love, just remember... I called it," Emma quipped, her grin unrelenting.

You roll your eyes at her teasing. "Emma!"

She chuckles. "What? He’s cute and you’re decent to look at," she teases further and you slightly pout at her, "He’s a musician, you’re a musician... If it hasn’t happened already, it’s gonna... and soon, I can feel it."

You let out a resigned sigh. "Whatever," you reply, grabbing your bag before heading to your bedroom door. "Now, can you move, please? I’m gonna be late."

Emma moves aside, adding, "Fine. Text me when you get there, yeah?"

You nod, bidding her goodbye before slipping on your shoes and leaving your shared apartment.

As you close the door behind you, the nerves kick in, and you can't quite understand why you're feeling so jittery about seeing Arthur.

You weren’t lying to yourself or your sister; you and Arthur were just friends. But Emma wasn't entirely wrong when she said that you and Arthur spoke all the time. Ever since the day you joined his live, your conversations with Arthur became a daily occurrence. What were initially just casual exchanges turned into hour-long conversations about music, life, family, friends, and everything in between. You found comfort in having a friend in the music industry; you appreciated the support, and Arthur was one of the few people you could truly relate to. 

As days turned into weeks, you found yourself becoming increasingly comfortable around him. You eagerly anticipated each interaction with Arthur. Whenever he released new music, you couldn't resist showering him with compliments, often jokingly referring to yourself as his biggest fangirl. Which is why you found it odd just how nervous you were feeling now.

Despite having spoken for a while and both living in the same city, this was the first time you were going to meet him in person. You had finally managed to find some time off from work, and Arthur had some time off from his busy schedule as well. Since graduating university, you’d worked at your sister’s bakery. While you dreamt of music becoming your full-time career, you knew you weren’t there just yet. Working at the bakery provided stability, and you also quite enjoyed working there with your sister, even if you two often argued over petty things.

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You walk up to the street from the subway, butterflies fluttering in your stomach as you bite your lip anxiously. The weather in London that week had been surprisingly pleasant, so you and Arthur had decided to take advantage of it and spend some time out in the city. You chose to meet up at a charming new place recommended by one of your friends for lunch. It had a cozy interior adorned with vintage decorations and soft, warm lighting, creating a welcoming atmosphere. There was also a quaint outdoor seating area, perfect for enjoying the nice weather. 

As you approached the restaurant, nervous anticipation bubbled up inside you at the thought of meeting him in person for the first time. But as soon as you laid eyes on Arthur waiting outside the entrance, a sense of calm washed over you. His smile was warm and inviting, and seeing him made your nervousness melt away. You couldn't help but notice how well put together he looked, exuding his usual charm. With a smile of your own, you waved at him, feeling a surge of excitement as you approached to greet him.

"Hey there," you greeted Arthur with a warm smile, feeling excited to finally meet in person.

"Hey," his smile mirrored yours. "Finally… she exists!" he joked, causing you to laugh.  You went in for a hug, but it was brief as he quickly pulled away, taking a step back, maintaining a slight distance. You couldn't help but feel a twinge of disappointment at the abruptness, but you quickly pushed the feeling away, trying not to let it show on your face. Despite the slight awkwardness, you were just happy that you guys could finally hang out.

As you two settle into the cafe, you take a moment to peruse the menu. The whole time you feel Arthur's eyes on you, looking up at you ever so often. "You're looking lovely today," he compliments you, you look up at him, a faint blush creeping onto your cheeks. "Thanks," you reply, a slight smile playing on your lips. "You're not looking too bad yourself," you say, returning the compliment with a playful grin. He chuckles lightly before glancing away nervously, sipping on some water and clearing his throat.

You laugh a little nervously, trying to change the topic, "How's the new album coming along?"

"It's been a lot of work, but I think it's really coming together," he replied proudly. His tone has shifted; he sounds less nervous now, his excitement evident as he continues, and you find yourself smiling at him.

He shares updates about his upcoming album, sounding passionate about all the details he shares. You listen intently, always enjoying when Arthur talks about his music and plans for Youtube and TikTok. He always sounds so excited when he speaks about it, and you're glad he's opened up enough to share this with you.

"How's the next song coming along?" he asks curiously, turning the conversation back to you.

You sigh, a hint of frustration evident in your voice. "I've been trying to write, but I've been struggling with a bit of a block lately," you admit.

Arthur chuckled sympathetically. "After only three songs?" he teased lightly.

You mock hurt, placing a hand over your heart as you laugh. "Woah woah, you of all people know how difficult it is to be an independent artist," you retort playfully.

"Haha, fair point," Arthur replied, his tone shifting slightly, his expression carrying a hint of concern. "Sorry, I didn’t mean it like that.”

You shake your head, a grin spreading across your face. "No, it's okay. I know you're just teasing," you assure him, wanting to make sure he knows you weren't offended and Arthur nods in response.

“I’m just feeling the pressure to write something new lately," you begin. "My management did send me some demos that I could record, but I'm not sure if I'm completely okay singing someone else's words just yet. Not that there’s anything wrong with that. I just want to try on my own for just a bit longer."

Arthur nods understandingly. “You’ll get through it, I have faith in you. You've already written some amazing songs, and the people can wait a little longer." You share a knowing smile with him, “Thanks, Arthur,” you say, feeling a sense of reassurance from his words.

"Of course," Arthur responds with a warm smile.

Once you finish your meal, Arthur asks, "Do you want to go for a walk?", he asks you slightly nervously. "Maybe we'll stumble upon something that sparks some inspiration."

You smile brightly at the suggestion. "That sounds like a great idea,” you reply enthusiastically. Though you didn't want to admit it, you were secretly thrilled at the prospect of spending more time with him.

As you walk through the city, basking in the warm sunshine, the bustling streets filled with people don't seem to bother you at all. As you stroll along, the vibrant colors and alluring scents of a nearby flower shop catch your attention. He walks to the shop door, glancing back as you eye him with a curious look. "Well, come on," he says, holding the door open for you to enter the quaint little shop.

You enter the shop, its shelves adorned with an array of colorful flowers. The air is filled with the sweet fragrance of various blooms, and your eyes light up at the sight of the colorful displays. You turn to Arthur with excitement. "Come on, let's pick out some flowers!" you say, walking further into the shop. Arthur chuckles, eyeing you with amusement.

As you wander from one display to another, Arthur follows closely behind, his curiosity piqued. You practically squeal when you spot some pretty pink carnations, prompting a laugh from Arthur at your reaction.

“Those your favorite?” he asks, you nod eagerly.

You nod eagerly, already reaching for a few of the pink blooms. “Yes, I've always loved carnations," you reply, selecting a handful of the delicate flowers. “There’s just something about them that makes me so happy.”

You eventually settle on some pink carnations, white roses, and baby’s breath. As you hand them to the lady at the counter, you watch intently as she arranges them into a bouquet, a contented smile on your face.

As you head to the cash register, Arthur beats you to it, handing the shopkeeper his card. "Arthur, it's fine, you don’t have to pay," you protest.

He shakes his head with a gentle smile. "No, no, I insist."

Arthur pays for the flowers and hands you the bouquet with a shy smile, his sweet gesture melting your heart.

"I hope you like them," he says. Your eyes sparkle with joy as you take the bouquet in your hands. "They're perfect, thank you," you reply warmly and without thinking you throw your arms around him in an embrace. You swear you feel him freeze up slightly before he hugs you back. You mentally scold yourself as you pull away, embarrassed, feeling a blush creeping up your cheeks.

You try to hide your face by burying it in the flowers, hoping to conceal the blush on your cheeks. Taking a deep breath, you inhale the sweet scent of the flowers, holding the bouquet close to your chest.

A few hours pass as you and Arthur wander around the city, catching up and getting onto various antics. Eventually, you come across a band busking in a square, performing covers of popular songs, drawing a crowd that were singing along with them. You and Arthur are automatically attracted to the music, and you both move to stand amongst the spectators.

As the crowd thickens, you stumble back slightly, bumping into Arthur who was now standing behind you. You feel his chest brush against your back, causing your breath to hitch at the sudden contact. He quickly moves away, apologizing, "Oh, sorry." You turn slightly and laugh, assuring him, "It's okay."

You both turn your attention back to the music. "Does anyone want to come up and sing with us?" the lead singer calls out.

Arthur nudges you. "You should go up there," he says with a grin.

"Me? What about you, huh?" you reply, eyes wide. "Plus, I’ve never performed in front of a crowd like this."

Arthur urges you even more. "Okay, then you definitely need to go up there and sing. Come on, it’ll be fun."

You hesitate, shaking your head. "I don’t know, Arthur…"

Before you can protest further, you feel him gently push you to the front of the crowd. "Here!" he shouts, pointing at you, drawing the band's attention, and they call you over.

You feel the eyes of the crowd and the band on you as you take a deep breath. Handing the things in your arms to Arthur, you step forward with a mix of nerves and excitement.

Once you're where the performers are, the lead singer smiles and asks, "What's your name?"

"Y/N," you reply, trying your best to stay calm.

He turns to the crowd and announces, "Give it up for Y/N!" The crowd responds with a round of applause, and you try to keep a smile on your face.

"Do you know this song?" he asks away from the mic, showing you a track on his phone.

You recognize it and nod. "Yeah, I do."

Taking a deep breath, you prepare yourself as the band starts playing. You begin singing, and the crowd erupts in cheers at how good you sound. Glancing at the front of the crowd, you see Arthur filming you with his phone, a huge smile on his face. Encouraged, you try to get into the performance, starting to enjoy singing with the band as the crowd claps and sings along.

The band manages to get you to sing two more songs before the lead singer announces, "Let's hear it for Y/N, everyone!" You take a little bow and give him a quick side hug before heading back to where Arthur is standing.

You grab your things from him, and the two of you move out of the crowd. "That was amazing, Y/N!" Arthur compliments you. "You sound even better live!"

Blushing, you say, "Thank you!” before letting out a breath. “God, my heart is still beating so fast," you add as the two of you laugh.

Just as you're about to say something else, you're interrupted by a group of girls who recognized Arthur. They approach with excited smiles, asking, "Can we get a picture with you?"

Arthur is incredibly nice about it, extremely happy to meet his fans "Of course," he says warmly. You offer, "I can take the photo for you." "Thank you!" one of the girls exclaims as they hand you their phone. Arthur poses with them, and chatting with them briefly.

As you watch him interact with the fans, you feel a sense of admiration. He’s so sweet and genuine, and it warms your heart.

Once the girls leave, Arthur turns back to you and says, "Sorry, were you gonna say something?"

You just smile and shake your head. "No, nothing. I was actually going to say that I should be heading home."

"Oh, I didn't realize it had gotten so late," Arthur says and you notice a flicker of disappointment in his eyes, and you can’t help but smile at his reaction.

He checks the time on his phone before suggesting, "Do you want me to drop you home?"

You shake your head. "No, it's okay. I'll just take the subway."

But Arthur convinces you otherwise. "Come on, let me at least walk you to the station," he insists.

You agree with a smile. "Alright, thank you."

With a content smile on his face, he walks you to the nearest station. Once you reach the entrance, you both turn to face each other.

"Well…" Arthur begins, his smile softening.

"Well…" you echo him, laughing a little.

"It was really good to see you today," he says earnestly. "We should hang out more often. Don't be a stranger."

You laugh at his words and say, "Okay, I'll keep that in mind." adding, "I had a good time today as well." and he smiles back at you.

Before you can say anything, Arthur starts walking away. "Let me know when you get home, okay? Bye, Y/n," he calls back. And you just nod in response as you wave him goodbye.

"Okay... odd," you say to yourself as you turn and make your way into the subway, not really sure what to make of what just happened.

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You walk back to your place from the subway, the events of your day playing on repeat in your head. Despite having a nice day, you couldn't shake the feeling of awkwardness at how it ended. Why did Arthur rush away like that? Was he busy? Did he lie about having a good time? These questions swirled in your head as you approached the familiar sight of the pink storefront of your sister’s bakery.

You and your sister lived in the apartment above the shop, making getting to work an actual breeze. While the street below could get a bit noisy, especially late into the night, living above your workplace meant you could easily roll out of bed and make it to work at 5 a.m.

You enter the bakery, the familiar sound of the bell above the door rings through the shop, catching Emma's attention. She looks up from the till and greets you with a smile. "Hey! You’re back already. How was your date?" she asks teasingly, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

You chuckle and shake your head. "It wasn’t a date," you reply, holding back a smile. Emma's eyes flicker to the flowers in your hand, and she raises an eyebrow suggestively. "Oh, those are lovely. Did your date get you those?" she continues to tease you, a playful grin tugging at her lips.

"They're just flowers, Em. It's nothing," you assure her, setting the bouquet on the counter before going behind the till to put away the rest of your things. Emma leans against the counter, curiosity evident in her expression.

"Okay, fine. So, how was your day?" she asks, a hint of mischief in her voice. You smile and shrug, replying, "Yeah, it was fun. I had a good time."

Emma quirks an eyebrow, a knowing look in her eyes. "That’s it? It was just..good?” she teases, prompting you to roll your eyes. “Give me more details,” she insists eagerly.

You chuckle and indulge her curiosity. “No, it was really nice. We went to lunch, then we went to this really cute flower shop, oh and Arthur convinced me to sing with some buskers that were performing,” you explain as you start arranging the flowers in a vase.

Emma's eyes go wide in surprise. “You actually performed in front of a live crowd…wow, Arthur can really work some magic,” she comments, impressed.

You laugh as you work. “Yeah, I surprised myself a little too, it was fun,” you admit.

Emma leans in, intrigued. “So tell me more about Arthur… How was he? Did he profess his love to you?” she teases.

You huff out, then say, "Emma... it was... well... I don't know. Arthur was nice and all, clearly a great guy. We got along great, and obviously, we don’t have a problem with things to talk about. But I just felt like the whole time he was really trying to keep his distance. So, there were times when it got a little awkward, but, you know, it was the first time we met in person, so I’m not thinking much of it."

Emma pauses to think for a moment, then says, "Maybe he’s just shy. Or maybe he’s so insanely into you that he just didn’t know how to act around you." You eye her like she's gone absolutely mad.

"No..absolutely not. Clearly, he sees me as nothing but a friend, and that's cool with me," you say, sounding slightly deflated.

Emma eyes you skeptically, sensing something more behind your words. "Uh huh," she responds, not entirely convinced. You quickly backtrack, adding, "Not that I want him to be anything more than a friend, of course. He’s just a good friend."

Before Emma can say anything else, you quickly change the subject. "Anyway, I have nothing else to do tonight, so do you need any help around here?"

Emma takes the hint to drop the topic for now, but you know she’ll want to talk about it later. "No, we're good here. It’s still your day off, so just go on up. I’ll see you at dinner," she says. You nod, grabbing your stuff before heading up to your place.

Once you’re back in your room, you proceed to get unready, changing into something a little more comfortable. You pull out your phone and open Instagram, noticing that Arthur has posted a story. It’s a video of you singing from earlier today. Watching it, you can’t help but smile. Despite the few awkward moments, you really did enjoy spending the day with him. It was some of the most fun you’d had all month.

You quickly text Arthur, letting him know that you made it home safe, and then you go through some of the photos you’d taken today, posting a few yourself. As you lie back on your bed, your thoughts drift to the day’s events. Today had gotten you thinking about your own feelings. You knew that Emma was just joking about all that stuff, but now that she’d put the thought in your head, it had you second-guessing things. You were content with the way the day had gone, but the last thing you’d expected to be left with today was confusion.

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A/N: Thanks for reading! I hope you are enjoying the series so far! Let me know what you think.

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Hello, backstory enthusiasts, and welcome to the ...

George and Maria Special! tm

As you might, remember, George and Maria are an integral part of Mother 1's plot, arguably the reason the entire trilogy takes place, and yet, we don't know much about them, do we?

Well lucky you, because the Mother Encyclopedia goes way more into detail than the game ever did and I'm going to summarize it so you don't have to!

Open up for the complete story of the two that started it all. I'll try to state it in chronological order.

As our original tale begins in the early 1900s, so does ours. Thus begins... the timeline.

George, orphaned young and then fresh out of high school, takes up a job as a letter-boy for a prominent paper in the "big city" (city unspecified), later being promoted to journalist.

After writing a large expose on the president, he rises to fame but also falls into conflict with the chief editor that leads him to break off on his own and move to Mother's Day/Podunk on the whim of a Help Wanted ad in its daily newspaper, The Mother's Day Times (presumably alternatively The Podunk Times), where he was hired as the editor-in-chief for a novelization of the town's history.

(Note: I will be using the EarthBound Beginnings location names from now on for simplicity.)

Upon his first arrival in Podunk, the first person he met was Maria as she sketched a carnation bed, her illustrations later being chosen to appear in George's piece. This would later lead into their marriage.

From there on out, they lived rather peacefully, with Maria often playing piano concerts to the town's children alongside George, until a dark cloud appeared around Mount Itoi's summit and people went missing en masse to later return with complete amnesia of whatever happened to them. (Not to mention the flying furniture ensuing as well.)

George, being the journalist that he was, however, saw this as a scoop and started an investigative report. While having no luck with any clues, he would publish what little he did find. And immediately fell missing alongside Maria as well. Ironic.

Two years, later, only George returned, visibly aged to become a recluse, dropping his work on the newspaper to focus on studying PSI.

... Maria never returned.

Thus, the events described in-game continue from here as another black cloud strikes back. Mother 1 has begun.

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From the Golden Age of Television

Series Premiere

The Adventures of Dr. Fu Manchu - The Prisoner of Dr. Fu Manchu - Syndicated - September 3, 1956

Action Adventure

Running Time: 30 minutes

Written by Barry Shipman

Produced by

Directed by  Franklin Adreon

Stars:

Glen Gordon as Dr. Fu Manchu

Lester Matthews as Sir Denis Nayland Smith

Clark Howat as Dr. John Petrie

Carla Balenda as Nurse Betty Leonard

Leonard Strong as Professor Hugh Yan

Laurette Luez as Karamaneh

Morris Ankrum as Professor Rutledge

Steven Geray as Otto Helgaard

John George as Kolb

Edward Colmans as Delegate Valeria

Jack Perrin as Doctor

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15.14 Eyes Everywhere

BOYDEN: Maybe George is feeling it because he was there, Sir. MONROE: We’re all feeling it. All the more reason to get a grip.

Such an Andrew response.

Tom is loving the drama.

BOULTON: Come on then, Matt. Join the queue. Stick the knife in, no problem. BOYDEN: Dave Quinnan was knifed, not you. That’s what’s on everybody’s mind in here. BOULTON: Yeah, it’s on mine as well. BOYDEN: Well, I’d start showing it, if I were you, and stop chasing after Mick Glover. BOULTON: God, I can’t get this through to anyone, can I?! Mick Glover is the one who’s behind all this. You take the Mick Glovers of the world out of the frame, end of problem. BOYDEN: You’re losing it, mate. I’d take that leave, if I were you. BOULTON: Look, I know what everyone’s been thinking. Dave’s stabbing’s somehow down to me. That’s what you all think! Fine! I’m banging in for a transfer!

I find this one a bit hard to watch in places as someone who’s had plenty of experience of being criticised for ‘wrong’ responses to situations. I hate that not one person was in John’s corner, because he’s been there long enough for CID at least to understand where he’s coming from. Of course he’s going to ‘lose it’ when everyone just automatically thinks the worst of him when he’s trying to fix things the only way he knows how. The best he gets is a sympathetic comment from Jim about Dave’s clothing and Jim, Rod & Don staying out of it when the rest of CID is on the attack. (Of course, if John was better at communicating and less possessive of the case he’s working, it would’ve been easier for others to see where he’s coming from. Although he wasn’t exactly given much reason here to take anyone into his trust.)

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ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤdoctor in charge (1973) season 2 episode 11

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ a man's best friend is his cat ! — sir geoffrey (loftus) and his wife are visiting her mother and he asks duncan (waring) and paul collier to look after his cat, thomas, which wees everywhere and is not good-natured.

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george blagden and jessica clark in marie antoinette i love it !!!!!! i can't wait !!!!!!

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George Reeves as Superman - TV Guide (1953)

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Mother Of Dragons Daenerys Targaryen - Game Of Thrones (2013)

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MegaCon Orlando

February 6-9, 2025

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