#i’maceleb!universe

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have you seen the show called the traitors?! just thinking that would be a cool for a fic series like your imaceleb series ♥️

i have! that is such a cool idea, i will definitely consider it 👀

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love love loving the im a celeb harry series !!! my two favourite things combined ahh 🤍🤍🤍🤍

thank you so much! i’m so glad people like it & i can’t believe how much love it’s gotten 💞

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i’maceleb!universe spider in the rv

y/n wakes up to an uninvited visitor in the rv!

After nearly one week of living in the jungle, you and the other celebrities finally felt like you were beginning to acclimatise. You’d never fully get used to it, but you were starting to get into a routine and everything was falling into place.

“You alright, mate? You look knackered.” Harry’s head popped up from the stove, where he was heating up leftover beans from the previous night for his breakfast.

Owen groaned out from inside his hammock, slowly running his hand across his face to wake himself up. “This is awful, man. I’m jealous of you, gettin’ to sleep in the RV.”

“Is your back still bad?” Asked Seann.

“It’s dreadful.” The Hollyoaks actor shook his head, “How many nights’ve you done this?”

Seann scrunched up his lip in thought. “Five or six?”

“I don’t know how you do it, mate. The whole night, you’re not asleep. You’re, like, semi-awake, too focused on not fallin’ out of bed.”

“You can have my flatbed, if you want it.” The Walsh man suggested, plonking the cowboy hat down on his head.

Owen was quick to shake his head and refuse, “No way, you’ve got five nights of sleep to catch up on.”

OWEN BUSH TELEGRAPH:

“We were just lying there, talkin’ about the hammock when, all of a sudden, out of nowhere—”

An abrupt, piercing scream, presumably sounding from the RV, caused your campmates to stiffen and share looks of unease. “Is that Y/N?” Harry rushed to ask, knowing that you were still sound asleep when he left earlier that morning.

The rest of the celebrities remained silent, darting their eyes around to try and see where you were. When he realised you weren’t sat around the fire with everyone else, Harry shot up from the log and quickly ran over to the RV, the other campmates following in pursuit, worried for what they might find.

“Y/N?” A string of your name was called out by various people. Just as they reached the door, it swung open, and out you came running with fear evident on your face. You ran straight into the person closest to you, who conveniently enough was Harry, wrapped a reassuring arm around your waist. He asked you what happened, and you looked up at him, “There was a huge spider!”

It was established by now that if the camp had a visit from an unwanted creature, Mike was the man to deal with it. So, he waltzed into the RV to inspect it. Not a minute later, he came back out again holding what seemed to be a common house spider, barely an inch big.

Harry couldn’t help but breathe out a laugh. Partly because of the fuss you made over something that was probably more scared of you than you were of it, but mostly of relief now that he knew nothing bad had happened to you.

Owen caught sight of the critter as Mike bent down to let it free, a look of pure shock on his face, “No way, is that real?!”

“Of course it’s real.”

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i’maceleb!universe disgusting derby

y/n struggles in a challenge, so harry helps her out!

“Harry, Mike, Y/N and Seann, you now have a chance to win more lucky balls. Please get ready to leave camp.”

The four of you made your way through the jungle, entering the Unfair Funfair. You gawked at the attractions around you - the Disgusting Derby, the Terrible Teacup, and Down to the Wire.

You were all first instructed towards the Disgusting Derby, where four helmets were set down ready for you. “What’s disgusting about it?” Seann questioned, picking up the blue one.

“That’s what concerns me, Seann.” Harry breathed out a laugh, positioning the goggles over his eyes.

By the looks of it, you had to stand under your designated colour, and then when the klaxon sounded, water would fill up the tube on the top of your helmet. Once it was as full as it could be, you’d run over to the derby table, and attempt to shoot the water at the bullseye in order to move your horse forward. Whoever’s horse was first to reach the finish line, would win a ball.

Sean was first up, looking terribly uncomfortable as the blue liquid came flooding out, drenching him. He slowly toddled over to the table, bending down to pour the water into the cup. “Ooh, Seann that’s too far!” You bit your lip as the poor man poured more onto the floor than he did into his cup. That didn’t stop him trying, though, picking up the water gun and aiming it at the bullseye.

“C’mon, you can shoot better than that!” Mike urged, “How did you ever get your missus pregnant?”

Harry was next to go. He wasted no time collecting the water, and making his way, rapidly, over to the derby table. He bent down and poured the water into the cup, nearly all of it going in. The three of you watched in awe as he aimed at the bullseye, shooting it in perfectly.

“Bloody hell, do you go out shooting?” Mike asked him.

“Now, that’s how you get a woman pregnant.” Seann joked, causing Harry to erupt into a pit of laughter.

“Oh, shit, it’s freezing!” You gasped as the water fell down on you. The others urged you to go, causing you to rush towards the table, and arch down slightly to pour the contents of your helmet into the cup. It was a lot more difficult than it looked. You couldn’t see what you were doing at all, you just had to rely on what the others were telling you.

You saw a splash out of the corner of your eye, meaning that you missed the cup slightly. “It’s alright, keep going.” Harry assured you.

Once you were done, you grabbed the water gun and aimed what little water you had at the bullseye. “You’ve got this, Y/N!” Seann called.

The other three continued to cheer you on, but there was no denying it - your aim was shit. Plus, it certainly didn’t help that you hardly had any water in your water gun. “Left a bit.” Mike instructed, “That’s it!”

You managed to get the water that you had into the target, moving your yellow horse forward just a couple of inches, not too far behind Seann’s.

Y/N INTERVIEW:

“It’s so difficult! It’s alot harder than it looks.”

After what felt like a lifetime, all four of you had managed to get your horses to the finish line. Harry finished first, closely followed by Mike. Then it was Seann, and then it was you.

“We absolutely stink.” You laughed as you all gathered around in a group hug after completing the challenge.

SEANN INTERVIEW:

“That was probably the biggest challenge, doing that.” The comedian deadpanned.

Finishing the challenge meant that you were able to collect a ball from the table. Drenched, you all waddled over, where they were all organised in different colours, with your faces poking out at the front. “Are we all gonna pick our own, then?” Mike asked, looking at you all before he picked one up.

“S’pose so.” Harry shrugged his shoulders, “I don’t think it matters which one we choose.”

Mike nodded his head in comprehension and reached his hand out, picking up a green ball from his section. Next was Seann, eagerly grabbing a blue one. Followed by you, rushing to grab the yellow one from behind the image of your head.

Last was Harry. Watching him intently, you expected him to pick out one of his own colour, but rather than red, he grabbed a yellow ball and held it between his fingers. You stood perplexed as he extended his arm out, handing you the ball of your colour.

“What are you doing?” You mumbled, furrowing your brow at the man infront of you.

“You’re starving, you’ve earned it.” The Styles man looked down at you, smiling sincerely.

You were quick to shake your head, “Harry, don’t be silly. Pick your own ball.”

“I don’t want my own.” He simply said. “Take it, it’s okay.”

You couldn’t let him risk his own chance at a decent meal for you, that wasn’t fair. “Harry…” You were still skeptical, but it was clear Harry wasn’t going to take no for an answer. You mouthed a quiet ‘thank you’ as he handed it to you, the smile prominent upon his lips.

HARRY BUSH TELEGRAPH:

“I didn’t mind not getting a ball.” He shrugged. “They’ll be other chances. I know how hungry Y/N is at the moment, she deserves it more than I do, so I was more than happy to give it to her.”

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i’maceleb!universe let the games begin

two celebrities have the chance to win a trip to a beach bbq!

It had been a long morning in camp. Chris was voted for his first trial alone, which meant that you and your campmates were to expect a one-star meal tonight. He tried his best, and that was all that mattered, but you’d lying if you said you weren’t starving.

“Guys, there’s a laminate over here!” You heard Charlene call, causing you to jump up from where you were sat and make your way over. What could it be? You and the other celebrities gathered around, waiting in anticipation for Charlene to read it, and tell you what was going on.

“Celebrities… tomorrow, there is a fantastic prize up for grabs. Two of you will win a day at the beach, feasting on a surf and turf barbie! In camp, you will see a rack of balls. Each ball represents a different celebrity. Over the next 24 hours, you will get opportunities to win more balls. Tomorrow, all the balls will be placed in a tombola and two of them will be picked at random. Those two lucky celebrities will fly out and enjoy a day at the beach. The more balls a celebrity has, the greater their chance of winning the prize.”

HARRY BUSH TELEGRAPH:

“I wouldn’t say I’m a competitive person.” He pursed his lips. There was a beat, until he broke into a cheeky smile, eyeing the camera. “Okay, maybe I am… But I’m hungry!”

Y/N BUSH TELEGRAPH:

“I need to go to that barbecue.” You spoke, deadly serious, looking straight down the camera.

You were all given t-shirts to wear with your assigned colours, much to Chris’ amusement.“Well, don’t you all look like a packet of M&M’s?”

The camp erupted into laughter as you sat there proudly in your yellow shirt, with your smiling face plastered on the front.

“Oh my god, we look like power rangers!” The Warner boy beside you gasped.

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i’maceleb!universe starving

y/n and harry discuss what food they’d eat if they were back at home!

You leaped up from the log you were sat on as soon as you heard the phone ringing, meaning Mike and Baba had completed the Deals On Wheels challenge. You had this sort of rota in camp about who would answer the call at which time, and today it was your turn.

You hurriedly opened up the door to the telephone box, bringing the phone straight to your ear, “Hello?”

“G’day, celebrities. Babatunde and Mike have completed today’s Deals On Wheels challenge.”

“They’ve done it!” You poked your head out of the door, giving the rest of your campmates a big thumbs up.

“In order to win, you must answer the following question correctly - what number in line to the throne is Zara Tindall? A, 14. B, 17. C, 20.”

You repeated the question and the three options, hanging the phone over your shoulder. Seann furrowed his brow, “Who’s Zara?”

“Mike’s wife!” Sue tutted.

“Oh, shit!”

You immediately shook your head, “I couldn’t tell you.”

After about 10 minutes of counting all the possible royals and squabbling about what the answer could be, your campmates eventually landed on B - 17. You made sure that everyone agreed before telling Kev the answer and hanging up the phone.

“God, I hope we got it right, ‘m starving.” You spoke, leaving the phone booth and sitting down on the log beside Harry.

“Me too.” The tatted brunette sighed, reaching down to tie the shoelaces on his boots. “What would you eat right now? If you could have anything?”

“Oh, god.” You rested your chin on your hand and pursed your lips in thought. Anything. “Y’know what, a roast. Literally nothing beats a roast dinner with all the trimmings.”

Harry’s eyes lit up at the thought, “What would you have with it?”

“Oh my god,” You breathed, drawing a picture in your head. “Chicken, roasties, yorkshires, carrots, broccoli, pigs in blankets—”

“Woah, woah,” Harry cut you off with his jaw hung low, like someone had just told him santa wasn’t real, “Pigs in blankets? They’re for Christmas!”

You immediately shook your head. “No way, they are way too good to only eat one day a year! They deserve to be appreciated all year round.”

“Nope, I’ve got to disagree. That is crazy.” He spoke.

“They’re back!” You heard someone call, prompting everybody’s heads to turn to the entry to camp. In came walking Mike and Babatunde - emptyhanded.

HARRY BUSHTELEGRAPH:

“We’re a bit shit at these questions, aren’t we?” He smiled into the lens.

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i’maceleb!universe! ☆

after years of denying the offer to go on the show, harry finally accepts, and one of his campmates just so happens to be his favourite actress…

[ harry styles x actress!reader ]

episode 1:

introduction jungle vip’s skydiving nerves

episode 2:

first morning in camp deals on wheels challenge dating rumours

episode 3:

y/n gets upset camp leaders late night talking

episode 4:

the dream team starving

episode 5:

let the games begin disgusting derby

episode 6:

spider in the rv the balls are drawn the beach barbecue

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i’maceleb!universe introduction

this is an idea that came to me after reading @finelinevogue’s love island series, so inspo creds to them <3

Y/N

As you sat in the chair positioned infront of the bed in your hotel room, you greeted the camera with a wide smile, “I’m Y/N L/N and I am an actress. You probably best know me from playing Daphne in Netflix’s Bridgerton!” Once you introduced yourself, the man behind the camera proceeded to ask you various questions about the show.

“I would say my biggest fear is probably heights. Oh, and spiders!” You gasped, “I’m not a big spider girl, not at all. I still have to ring my dad every time one crawls into the bath.” You chuckle.

“I’d say that I cope well under pressure, but I’m also a very emotional person,” you laugh, holding your hands up in a shrug, “So I guess we’ll see how it goes!”

Your speedboat dropped you off at a pier, covered in red carpet. Just as you stepped on, you were met with a small round table holding five glasses of champagne. You swiftly took one for yourself and took a sip, walking down the carpet and onto the main part of the pier. There wasn’t anyone else around, you observed, so you assumed you were the first one to arrive.

You didn’t have to wait long for the others though, as you heard the roar of a speedboat engine quickly approaching, and your eyes almost popped out of your head when you saw who was onboard.

HARRY

“Hello! My name is Harry Styles and I guess I’m best known for being a singer-songwriter.” He flashed a quick smile, putting his dimples on full display.

He pursed his lips as he thought about the questions he was being asked. “I’m really excited to get in there. I’ve actually been asked quite a few times to come on the show, and I always declined… but life’s too short, and I think it’ll be a lot of fun!”

“I’m not great with snakes,” he shook his head just at the thought of the creature slithering around him, “So I’m not sure how I’ll be on that front. Probably should’ve thought of that before I came on the show… it’s not too late to go home, is it?” He laughed.

Whilst watching him make his way off of the boat, you knew exactly who it was. Harry Styles. After grabbing himself a glass and sauntering over to you, he lifted up his sunglasses onto his head and looked at you with a huge grin plastered across his face. “Hello,” he greeted, pulling you in for a hug, to which you happily obliged, “I’m Harry, it’s nice to meet you.”

You pulled away from the embrace, smiling back at him. “It’s great to meet you, Harry, I’m—”

“Y/N!” He excitedly exclaimed, his cheeks flushing red when he realised he cut you off. “I’m sorry,” He laughed, “I’ve seen you in Bridgerton, you’re incredible.”

Now your cheeks, too, were flushing red. “Awh, thank you.” Of course, you’d heard his songs on the radio, and you’d seen pictures of him online, but nothing compared to meeting him in the flesh. He was a lot taller than you’d expected, and his dimples were so big you could pay a months rent to stay in there.

Little did you know how thrilled Harry was to be stranded in the middle of the jungle for 3 weeks with you.

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i’maceleb!universe jungle vip’s

y/n and harry are voted jungle vip’s!

Once the other 3 celebrities had arrived, including Sue Cleaver, Mike Tindall, and Owen Warner, it was finally time for Ant and Dec to tell you all what was going to happen.

“You all look lovely!” Dec praised as the famous Geordie duo stepped out infront of you all. “Well, it’s nice that you’ve all met and all got to know eachother.”

“However,” Ant began, causing the five of you to share a nervous look, “You’re not going to be making the journey to camp together. This is because one of you has already been chosen by the public as a Jungle Vip.”

This prompted a string of ‘ooo’s’ to spread around the group, only increasing your curiosity.

“And the Jungle Vip is…” you bit your lip, though you already had a suspicion to who it would be. “Harry!”

“Congratulations, Harry.” Ant smiled, watching as the four of you applauded, “How do you feel?”

The brunette couldn’t keep the smile off his face, “Uh, I’m honoured.” He nodded, a small chuckle escaping his mouth, “But I feel like there’s more to it.”

The two hosts shared a look, neither confirming nor denying Harry’s query. They then pointed up to the luxury boat behind you labelled VIP ONLY, explaining that Harry had to pick a plus one to join him for a luxury meal onboard the boat.

“So, Harry, who are you going to pick as your plus one?”

The man didn’t even need to look around him or take a moment to think about it before he spoke, grinning from ear to ear like the Cheshire Cat, “Y/N.” For which his reason was, “She’s Daphne Bridgerton, for christ’s sake!”