#sidemen fic

[wroetoshawt]

pregnant / ksi

summary: fans start to suspect on social media that you and ksi are expecting.

pairing: ksi x female reader

face claim is madison beer

requested by anon: thank you so much for your requests, hope you like it! 💓 might do multiple parts to this and follow the pregnancy? lmk!

yourusername: baby ksi due september 💕 liked by ksi, faithlouisak and others

ksi: 🖤🖤🖤

faithlouisak: can't wait for olive to have a lil bestie!!!

numberonefan: NO WAY!! CONGRATS!!

yourusername: first trimester q&a is up now! it's been a pretty hectic three months so join me and jj on telling you all about the journey from finding out we're expecting to our first scan to telling our friends! at the end of the video we react to some of the memes that you all violated jj with 🤣🤣 liked by ksi, taliamar, calfreezy and others

ksi: still cant believe the ABUSE i got smh

faithlouisak: okay but that clip when you're saying you've had awful morning sickness... how tf do you look so good??? witchcraft

yourusername: shut up u gave birth and literally looked like a model afterwards 😂 love u sm

[agendabymooner]

𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲 !!! 𝐥𝐧𝟒 — 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫

☼ PENG TING FROM McLAREN

chapter summary: honey-sue lewis was so much like her brother wroetoshaw but everybody didn’t know how alike they were until lando, a stranger, got her a bouquet she didn’t even know he bought.

OR why talk to lando norris in real life when you can just send an apology through airdrop?

content warning: use of explicit language, written + social media chapter, honey radiates big harry lewis energy (oblivious, wants to go home, can’t pick up social cues), petty lando (my man is just simping leave him alone), mentions sidemen diss track era

note: shoot me an ask about anything! enjoy xx

a - n masterlist

o - z masterlist

Her second morning in Monaco started when she had dressed up in her comfortable striped shirt and a pair of washed jeans and departed the hotel to head down to the coffee shop nearby. 

Monaco was a place of glitz and glamour, indeed, but Hannah-Sue, or Honey, would only move and splurge her money on a flat here because of how close everything was in the principality. She could get pissed on a bar here and still make it home by walking. 

She loved it so much. Plus, the locals here were nice! Whereas she could get mugged in the streets of London even if she did nothing but breathe. Then again, she grew up around British people— so being sworn at was just a typical day. 

Peace and serenity was what she had expected on her second day. Ever since she saw her mates’ driver friend yesterday at lunch, she hadn’t been able to look anyone in the eyes anymore. She couldn’t even look at her brother without being awkward— Lando’s eyes were always trained on her when she spoke. 

She hated that he had to be so stupidly attractive and funny. She hated that he was so friendly. She hated that his stupid good looking face was making her even more socially awkward and conscious. 

But as her second morning went on, the thoughts of him had gone away. 

She stood from her seat and excused herself, “I’ll check out the streets right now,” she told her brother Harry and their friends. “I quite like the outside.”

“Honey if you smoke I swear to god—“ Harry tried warning his sister.

“I’m not gonna smoke, you ugly donny,” Honey quipped. “I’ve got no cigarettes with me.”

Filly looked at Honey with a concerned expression, “Are you sure you wanna go out by yourself? Can I come along?” She truly appreciated Filly’s presence in this trip, because he was genuinely worried for her. And they’ve only been friends since last year, so for him to care about her like this showed Honey that being friends with people weren’t all that bad. Not when someone could treat her like Filly did.

Honey smiled genuinely and shook her head with insistence, “I’m alright, Fils. I’ll be out quickly. ‘Sides I’m not gonna get robbed here or anythin’.”

“Yeah she right, she’s not in London,” Chunkz piped up with a snort. “Just be quick, yeah, because our food should be out soon.”

Honey had soon walked out of the place and looked around the streets of Monaco, the hustling and bustling city filled with luxury and ambition as her eyes skimmed through the stores. She truly loved the beauty of the principality. 

Her attention soon turned towards her left, where she found a person around her age waving with her eyes widened.

“Hello- I- oh my god,” the girl started, “Hi- Honey-Sue, right?” Honey nodded with a puzzled smile as the girl sighed, “Okay good— I’m such a big fan of your music and I uh- you’re here for the race right? I am too! I uh- can I take a selfie with you, perhaps?” 

“Oh! Thank you and uh, sure!” Honey nodded and placed her arm around the girl’s shoulder as the fan took a photo of the two of them. 

“Thank you!” The fan exclaimed with a grin, “I would’ve had something signed but I got nothing with me right now- and by the way, congratulations on the double platinum and the platinum for Lust for Life! I’m looking forward to your newest albu—“

“Excuse me, what?” Honey looked at the fan with a confused look. 

“Oh…” The fan trailed off. “Lust for Life just became a platinum album… did you not check your Twitter?”

“No? I uh—“ Honey stammered, still shell shocked at the news, “I don’t usually— Shit I do need to check my twitter and talk to my manager— alright, lovely chatting with you! Cheers mate! You have a good day!” 

Honey dashed inside the restaurant with news to bear.

Why, of all the times she could’ve gotten this news, did she learn that she just reached her platinum record status during her trip to Monaco? When it’s, arguably, the most stressful time for her considering that she was forced to meet new people? 

yungfilly posted a story!

Honey-Sue usually wasn’t this stupid. But whenever new people showed kind gestures to her, her social skills and ability to pick up cues would deteriorate dramatically.

Sure she could’ve just stopped rambling for a brief moment, but she couldn’t help it— nice and considerate people just make her short circuit especially if she didn’t know them before. 

(Hell, even KSI would get her anything she’d like and she’d still be humbled about his kind gestures. That entire “KSI called her a sket so now she’s making him pay for it— literally” ploy was just a front for JJ’s platonic affection for her. The petty Sidemen diss track days were over yet he doted on her.)

She smiled meekly as she continued to examine the bouquet of paper flowers at hand. She twirled the bouquet around her fingers as she admired it. 

“Yeah, we found out that you’ve gotten your platinum for your second album,” Ria continued to speak, but Honey couldn’t stop speaking and stammering. 

“Thank you so much,” Honey said once more, “this is quite nice. I- uh, it wouldn’t die on me so that’s something I can keep in my place for forever…? I really absolutely love it.” 

“And uh- Lan-“ Max tried to tell Honey but the singer couldn’t help but continue.

“I didn’t really expect this— I have to put this in my suitcase—“ Honey rambled. “Though I’m not sure if I should tuck it into the suitcase because this might flatten— excuse me guys—“

“—He- Lando—“ both Ria and Max tried to speak again but the Guernsey girl was already up on her feet as she began to head for the lift with Harry following suit.

Honey was still rambling to her brother as she asked, “Can you airdrop the photos? I ought to post those in my story.” 

“...Lando bought it for you…” Max trailed off, shooting a look at Ria as they sighed in defeat. 

It wasn’t even five minutes after when they received a notification from Instagram saying: “honeysue mentioned you in a story.” 

They weren’t sure how they’d be able to deal with a sulking Lando. Especially when Honey didn’t learn that the McLaren driver was the one who bought the paper flowers before he headed off to the track for his media day duties. 

She could’ve at least read the note he’s written, right?

—

honeysue posted a story!!!

Lando was staring at her. 

And she was staring at the pasta on her plate as she refused to look at anyone. Not when the McLaren driver was staring at her with something of a curiosity in his eyes. 

Was it curiosity or disappointment? Because he probably was disappointed that she was socially awkward and didn’t know when to listen and understand.

She wanted to apologize for not crediting him for the gift. But the way he looked at her told her not to bother— he probably fucking hated her anyways. He probably thought she was a bitch for that. 

Especially after when she realized too late that it was his bouquet that she’d gotten. The message in the card was clear as a day in Monaco.

“Congratulations on your platinum! You’re amazing! Love, LN4 xx” 

She ignored the conversations around her as she continued to sip on her second cocktail of the night. Her head felt a little bit light, but she was sober enough to apologize to him. She had to apologize otherwise she’d feel too guilty and embarrassed.

After all— there’s a couple more days of the Monaco weekend. Her brother Harry’s intention was to spend some time around Lando’s peers. 

All Honey could do was apologize in hopes that the two of them would part ways. 

Meanwhile, Lando Norris stared at the screen of his Twitter as notifications came in from his recent post. It was probably stupid that he acted all petty towards Honey’s obliviousness, but he couldn’t help it. 

He really admired her. And he took her obliviousness about the flowers as a sign of rejection. 

He couldn’t even find himself to look away from her and he knew he was making her uncomfortable— or so he thought. 

And as he stared mindlessly at his screen, a faint sound escaped his phone as a notification popped up.

He chuckled to himself and shook his head.

Honey fidgeted on her seat, her fingers running through her screen as she mindlessly typed away on her phone.

She could’ve just talked to Lando seeing as he sat across the table. But she couldn’t— she was too socially awkward and embarrassed after that whole fiasco. 

He accepted the airdrop that she sent a minute or so ago. But he seemed to not have decided to say anything more seeing as he hadn’t approached her like he did a day ago. 

She was just about to accept humiliation and defeat until a notification came from her phone.

Yeah. Maybe there’s some room for improvement here. 

♡ moony’s reminder 🅶 (general): @hiraethrhapsody @avaleineandafryingpan @topguncultleader @enhacolor @roseandtulips @woweewoowa @magnummagnussen

[myoddessy]

🍰 for Dad!KSI of how he would be while taking care of his daughter while his wife/gf is out on a girl's trip and she comes back to see both father and daughter all happy but the house in a mess 😭

hi!! sorry for the wait, i lowk hate this but i hope it's okay 💞

with a glass of champagne in your hand and a calming breeze in the air, to say you were in nirvana right now would be an understatement. "you alright, babes?" faith asked, running her hand through the water and throwing her other arm around your shoulder, resting on the edge of the hot tub.

"mhm. just miss them, i guess." you rested your head on the crook of her neck. "i get you." she leaned her head on top of yours. "i'm worried i'll miss something important. like, what if she starts talking while i'm away!" faith laughed.

"i know what you mean, hun. but if jj and ethan get to go to dubai and all that, we can go to france for a weekend." she rubbed your arm. after another sip of her champagne she spoke again, "i just hope they haven't burned our houses down."

"ethan, man, I've got shit on my arm, what the fuck!" ethan cackled loudly at jj over the phone.

"that's what happens if you try change a nappy with one hand, you nob." jj could faintly hear olive gurgling happily on the other line. "wipe it off and finish fixing your kid, geezer."

"alright." jj nodded to himself. "man this is so fucking gross." he threw the nappy in the bin and picked his little girl up, gently bouncing her as she giggled freely.

"wonder what the girl's are up to." ethan mused.

"chatting shit 'bout us, any money." jj laughed. he looked around the sitting room and the toys he'd stepped over to make it to the couch without breaking his neck. "mate is your place a mess too?"

ethan did the same, barely having to turn his head before he saw a pile of baby blankets and toys. with a deep inhale he replied, "yeah."

"swear i'll twist my ankle on some building block legos the second i step foot through the door." you sighed, looking over at faith who was getting a massage during your facial.

she laughed. "oh, definitely. wonder if ethan remembered which baby blanket she likes or if he brought down all of 'em."

"i really needed this trip. i haven't felt like a normal person since the second trimester." you smiled at the dermatologist who handed you another drink while your face mask set.

"genuinely. glad it's you i got to be normal with, babe." she winked at you.

jj was passed out on the couch, your little girl sprawled out on his chest, drool escaping from the corner of her mouth and seeping through his shirt. he held her up with one hand, while the other laid across the back of the couch.

she woke with a start, screaming into his ear and making him jump. in a blind panic, jj reached for his phone, about to call you until he saw a notification from you from an hour ago—a picture of you and faith at a corner cafe with pastries too beautiful to be eaten and coffee cups twice the size of your daughter's face, and he decided to put the phone down and handle it himself.

he stood up slowly, rocking his baby as he did so, and humming some nursery rhyme that had gotten stuck in his head over the past two days. slowly but surely, she began to calm down. her eyes that were previously sealed shut now opened to look up at him in soft wonder and her lips bore a smile that he swore melted him then and there.

you stepped out of the taxi and gave faith a hug, telling her to text you when she got home. you grabbed your bags and made your way up to the apartment, a sense of excitement growing in you.

you braced yourself when you got to the door, nudging the key in the lock and stepping inside. the first thing you saw was the mess. the stacks of legos and dolls and teddies and baby books that jj had undoubtedly tried to read to her before declaring them too boring and tossing them to the side.

then you heard her laugh and your head snapped to the sofa where she sat bouncing in his lap while he held her hands and made funny faces down at her. you quickly snapped a photo before walking towards them, knowing this was the only way you wanted to live your life.

[tomsparkyr]

𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐒 𝐅𝐋𝐘!

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

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

wc: 6.4K

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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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[clarkeysbedchem]

late night talking

george clarke x fem reader

summary: george yaps whilst you try to sleep

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The bedroom was quiet aside from the hum of the fan that was cooling the room along side the drumming of George’s fingers on the duvet. He was sat with his back against the headboard and his knee bent, his gaze dropped down to your sleeping figure.

George gently tapped your shoulder making you stir as you tried to fight waking up, “Are you awake?” He asked through a whisper.

You murmured a ‘no’ pulling the quilt over your head trying to fall back to sleep.

George hummed turning his attention back to the ceiling as he started to drum on his knees again.

You rolled your eyes flipping over burying your head into curve of your boyfriends waist, George smiled letting his hand dropped to your hip.

As you slowly drifted back to sleep you were jolted back awake as you felt a jab into your rib, “George.” You grumbled, “go to sleep, please.”

“I can’t sleep.”

“Why?”

You felt the bed wiggle indicating that he shrugged. You flopped over onto your back with a huff, “Go on then.”

George grinned reaching over you to turn the lamp on before you glanced over at him, “Imagine if there was an apocalypse,” he started, you squeezed your eyes shut pretending to imagine it making a giggle leave George’s lips, “who would you choose to be on your team?”

“How many people can I have?”

“Four people.”

“Okay,” you nodded, tapping your chin as you thought carefully, “you obviously.”

George pumped his fist in the air celebrating, “I would’ve been so offended if you didn’t pick me.”

You laughed shimmying closer to him, “And then I’d pick Liv because otherwise I’d be bored.”

A chuckle left George’s mouth as he started to play with your hair twirling it softly between his fingers, “Two more people.”

“Bach, so Liv doesn’t get lonely.” You added, thinking through your list of friends trying to decide who else you would pick, “and then I’d pick maybe…”

You hummed, “I don’t know who else I would pick.”

“Neither of the Arthur’s?” George asked curiously.

You shook your head with a laugh, “no, tv would be too analytical for me, and hill is injured and would whine the whole time.”

George let out a laugh making you smile up at him, “What about Chris?”

“Maybe,” you nodded, thinking about it for a moment, “Alright, I’d take Chris because he can cook.”

“Fair enough.”

You looked over at your boyfriend expectantly waiting for his answer, “What about you, princess?” You teased, earning a glare from your boyfriend.

“If we’re thinking in a practical sense; I’d take Reev, Harry, and Chris.” He answered, counting them out on his fingers, “But if we’re talking in a don’t care if i die way; I’d take you…”

“Yeah. brilliant, thank you.” You grumbled, crossing your arms over your chest earning a laugh.

“And then I’d take Arthur Hill, Max and probably Arthur TV as well.”

You gave him a sarcastic smile, “that’s lovely.”

George laughed once again moving to lay down, “I have another question.”

You nodded turning on your side to face him, “What’s that?”

“When did you realise you wanted to be with me?” He asked, looking into your eyes adoringly noticing your cheeks darken at the question.

You shrugged your shoulders, “I don’t know.” You muttered, dropping your head down, “I always found you attractive I guess.”

“Obviously.” He joked, ticking your waist making you squirm.

“Stop,” you pushed his hand away with a laugh, “Maybe after my birthday.”

“What? This year? Honey, we’ve been together for 2 years.”

You slapped his bicep gently, “be serious will you.”

“After my 21st, we had been talking for a few months at that point, and you were chatting away to my parents and dancing with my baby sister and it just made me think of you differently.”

George smiled softly at you brushing your hair from your face, “That’s cute.” He cooed, kissing your forehead softly.

“Yeah, yeah.” You hummed, turning around so your back was pressed against his chest, “can I go back to sleep now?”

“Of course.” He smiled, kissing the crown of your head before turning off the lamp.

[w2soneshots]

I had a thought… you know how the sidemen have that card game called Hit Send? What about a fic with Harry and his girlfriend and he sends her a text. You can change what you need!!!���✨

Hit send -W2S

words: 0.3k+

warnings: none!

notes: I’ve just written this as a little blurb since there wasn’t enough words for it to be an actual fic! Enjoy lovely and ty for your request😚🫶💓 (also it’s written in second person pov)

"Your turn Bog!" Ethan hollered from his seat on the couch. Harry sighed before leaning forward and grabbing a letter and number card. He proceeded to scroll through his contacts and he let out an amused huff as he read your name.

The boys were extremely pleased that you'd been picked and they all took a good look at the cards containing the text choices in their hands.

Once they'd all picked, the cards were given to Simon, since he was on Harry's right and that meant he got to pick the text that was sent.

"I want to do one she'll actually believe... uhm- this one." He handed Harry the card. "Oh Jesus... okay." Harry pulled out his phone and typed the message.

"Just been arrested." He sent quickly then he slipped his phone back into his pocket and they all continued with the game as they awaited your reply.

Just a few minutes later his phone rang. The boys erupted in giggles before hushing themselves so Harry could answer you without any suspicion.

"Harry?! What the fuck do you mean you've been arrested!" You shouted through the speaker. Harry's eyes widened. "Uh-" he didn't know what to say, he wasn't expecting you to believe it.

"Oh also, hi boys!" The room was silent for a second before they all realised that you were joking and had clearly figured it out, they all sniggered. "Haz, did you forget you literally told me this morning that you were playing 'hit send' today?"

"Oh shit! Yeah... I didn't think I'd end up having to text you." "You donut," Ethan chucked. Harry shrugged. "Anyway I'll see you soon, love you," Harry muttered into the phone, still slightly uncomfortable with showing any affection in front of the cameras. The boys were quick to tease him and you giggled before replying. "Bye, love you too! Have fun!"

[clemswinecorner]

I get satisfied [Harry Lewis/W2S]

Summary: Chris’ camera woman- and by now, also the boys’ friends- and Harry get teased about their dating life. No one seems to notice they’re saying exactly the same, though. 

Wordcount: 661

Warnings: swearing probably, nothing major

This is third person instead of reader pov, but it's still x reader :))

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It was in-between takes of Chris’ latest video, Chris figuring out some things with the team that had to do with the challenges and editing. As one of the camera people she wasn’t too involved, the setup being clear from the get-go, so she was leaning against the fence sipping from a water bottle. She was listening to the conversations happening, occasionally laughing at the boys messing around and their idiotic tendencies, but mostly just looked at Harry. Seeing Harry with his friends was one of her favourite things, seeing him be his carefree, unhinged self. The conversation starts with Danny commenting on Harry’s sex life, saying “Oh, you’ve been getting it good recently, haven’t you,” with a laugh. Harry looks down embarrassed, but with a grin on his face, and shoots the girl a look before answering. “Yeah, yeah, I have, actually,” he confesses, and a slight blush appears on her face. None of the boys are looking her way, which she’s especially grateful for when they ask Harry to specify. “Yeah, mate, you know. Just a nice girl, absolutely beautiful and very much does the right things,” the boys all cheer, surprised Harry’s let out something about a possible relationship, with the girl's cheeks only growing redder. “So, you’ve got a girlfriend now or what?” Joe asks, and Harry frowns, subtly looking her way. The two make eye contact as he talks to boys about his situationship. “No, right now I don’t, we’re just messing around. But potentially, in some time, I could see something more happening,” Harry admits, looking her way to catch her reaction. A small smile appears on her face, though she’s surprised at what he’s saying, since they’d never really talked about it like that. It was very casual, on the low, friends with benefits, but you’re not close friends outside your little thing type of thing. She sort of hoped for something more, but was also happy where she was— she just didn’t know Harry felt the exact same. She’s too distracted thinking about what she should say to Harry later that day when her name was being called. She wasn’t even sure how the conversation got to that point, and she was especially confused how she all of a sudden got involved. Yes, after working with Chris for ages she’d befriended some of the boys over time, and yes, she’d rant about her dating life, but they’d never asked— not in a way like this, at least. “What about you, Y/N, you still looking for a man?” Ethan nods her way, and a grin appears on her face. “Not really, no,” she simply says, not elaborating any further. “What, you’ve found someone?” All you can do is shake your head before Ethan continues, “Or are you saying you don’t need a man to get off?” He laughs as some of the boys groan at his bluntness, her eyes widening. “I get satisfied just fine, thank you,” she just says, and Harry has to hold in a smile. “Just fine, is the bar that low?” George jokes, making the girl chuckle as she moves away from the fence. “No, he's more than fine, I can assure you I’m very well taken care of,” she declared, and Ethan's laugh changes from a joking to a somewhat surprised one. “Oh alright then. We’ll see him when you’re ready,” he comments, and she sucks in a breath. “Don’t think that’ll happen yet mate, very on the down low still, don’t want him intimidated by you lot,” Harry lets out a suspiciously loud chuckle, and looks her way with a daring look in his eyes. She shoots him an innocent smile back, before shifting her attention to Chris, who came her way. “Bet you’re jealous of that lad, huh, Bog,” Ethan teases, having seen Harry checking out their friends more than he could count. Harry simply shrugs, “Seems like we’re both happy how it is, mate.”

[sdmnpact]

My Winner.

Wroetoshaw x Reader smut

**MDNI 18+**

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"Congratulations to the winners for the 2025 Sidemen charity match, the YouTube Allstars!!"

That announcement rang through the entire stadium, followed by an eruption of cheers. I looked over to Freya who had a small smile on her face as she filmed her reaction to the announcement. I looked out to the pitch looking for number 77, finally landing my eyes on him.

He had a smile on his face but I could tell he was upset. All I wanted to do was run down there and give him a big hug and tell him how well he did.

I kept watching as the Allstars kept celebrating while the sidemen walked up the stairs passing the trophy. My eyes focused on number 77 as he greeted Bach and Arthur.

I know he knows it's just a game but I also know that'll he'll be sulking about it. I need to make sure I show him how much of a winner he is to me later.

>>>

After the celebration, I met up with Harry near the locker room.

"Hey princess, you watch me act a fool on the pitch?" He said, smiling widely the moment he saw me, wrapping his arm around my shoulders as we began walking towards the exit.

"Yes and my amazing footballer boyfriend did wonderful out there today. Seriously you were so impressive, all the girls are gonna go wild with those edits that you know I love." I said, pinching his cheek lightly.

He squeezed me a little harder and released a breathy laugh.

"I didn't do that well today, and we didn't win so..." He trailed off. I frowned slightly. I knew he was gonna get like this.

"It's okay baby you raised so much money for charity though like that is such a big accomplishment!" I said placing my arm around his waist and giving him a squeeze.

"That is true so maybe it wasn't all bad." He said smiling again. We finally made it to the car. I had driven us here because Harry never likes to drive and I thought he'd be tired after the match anyways, which I was right about because he immediately pushed the seat back once he got in letting out a big sigh.

I turned on the radio and began driving to his flat as he closed his eyes.

>>>

We had finally arrived and Harry went to take a shower. I left him alone and went to go change into something more, comfy.

I put on a revealing little night gown I had bought specifically for today because I wanted to surprise him regardless of whether they won or lost.

I finished changing and sat on the bed waiting for him to come in. I heard the bathroom door shut and footsteps coming towards me. I laid on the bed, sprawled out like they do in movies. It was cliché but I thought it would be hot.

The door opened and Harry stood there with no towel on. "Oh?" I said standing up, walking towards him.

"Did you already know about my surprise?" I told him as I stood in front of him.

"No but you're so perfect, I knew you were gonna do something like this." He said with a smirk wrapping both hands around my waist.

He hair was still dripping with water and his messy hair lay flat on his forehead. I grabbed the back of his neck bringing him closer to me as I began placing small kisses all over his neck and collarbone.

I felt the vibration of his soft moan as I began nipping at his neck roughly. His grip on my waist tightened letting me know how badly he wanted me. I felt his member against my leg and I reached down, still kissing his neck grabbing it lightly, almost teasing him.

My fingers brushed over his member, making him groan at the soft touch. I smiled as I pulled away, grabbing his hand, leading him to the bed.

I pushed him onto the bed, getting on my knees in between his legs. He looked down at me with lust in his eyes. I grabbed his member at the base and ran my hand up slowly, making him shiver. I smirked as he was so needy for my touch.

I slowly put his member in my mouth, making sure to give attention to his tip, knowing that makes him go crazy. I looked up at him as I fully took him into my mouth. I watched as his head went back as he let out multiple soft moans giving me motivation to make him louder.

I bobbed my head back and forth increasing my speed as well as getting him as deep as I could. His moans were getting increasingly louder making my own heat begin to throb as his beautiful noises. I wanted him so bad and I know he wanted me.

I sucked on his member for a while until I felt him twitch. I took him out of my mouth, seeing him frown slightly. I stood up and kissed his lips roughly, pulling on his hair lightly.

I slowly got on top of him. I grabbed his neck for support as I sat on his member. He grunted at the feeling of him entering my warm, wet heat.

"Fuck baby, you're so fucking good to me." He said as I slowly began going up and down making sure I do all the work. He quickly pulled off the nighty I was wearing tossing it across the room leaving my breast fully exposed.

I continued going up and down on him as his fingers traced over my nipples. His thick thumbs massaging them lightly making me feel so good.

I let out a loud moan as his mouth replaced his fingers, his saliva almost dripping off my breast, showing just how hungry he was. He looked up at me as he continued, the look in his eyes making me crazy.

I picked up my pace as he stopped, throwing his head back holding onto my waist even harder, digging his nails into my hips as he tried to get me to go faster.

"My.. fucking.. princess." He let out between breaths.

"Harry, I'm gonna cum." I said as I scratched his back, feeling my legs go weak. I felt myself about to release and I knew he was about to as well.

"Go ahead, baby." His words feining as his member twitched inside me. His warm liquid releasing into me while I dripped all over him.

I stayed on him since my legs felt like jelly and he just stared at me.

"You're so fucking beautiful, you know that?" He said pushing my hair out of my face as the sweat had make it stick to my forehead.

"Am I?" I smirked as I was getting off him, standing up. He reached for my hand, pulling me back onto his lap.

"Yes. I'm so lucky to have you." His words were breathy, still recovering from what had just happened.

"And I'm lucky to have you. My precious, amazing footballer boyfriend. You know you're always a winner to me right?"

"I'm a winner because I have you."

[candykissd]

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.

[wroetoshawt]

back together / ksi

summary: you and JJ broke up a while ago but fans start to suspect that you're secretly back together.

character: ksi x female reader

face claim is madison beer

requested by anon

yourusername: when mum and dad take me out x liked by taliamar, harrywroetoshaw, KSI and others

bezhingagram: this makes it look like you're the third wheel but actually its me cause you and faith are always together 😒

faithlouisak: leave me and my gf alone

yourusername: love u angel xx

yourusername: watching you achieve your dreams is my favourite thing. love u forever and ever liked by behzingagram, ksi and others

taliamar: love you both so much 💕

faithlouisak: so happy for you both

number1fan: wait omg!! are you back together!!!!

yourusername: yeah we are so yous can all stop asking hahaha

yourusername: here's to new beginnings 💓🎇 liked by calfreezy, vikkstagram and others

ksi: together

yourusername: pinky promise?

ksi: pinky promise

[agendabymooner]

𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲 !!! 𝐥𝐧𝟒 — 𝐭𝐰𝐨

☼ LANDO NORRIS RETWEETED

chapter summary: lando norris is beginning to show his true colours after honey-sue announced her third album release and her participation in a special event occurring in three months — maybe he’s just excited to see her during the monaco gp?

OR f1 fans are noticing that his twitter timeline is being taken over by posts about the famous british youtuber/musician.

content warning: use of explicit language, ofc’s discography is based on lana del rey’s albums and songs, insta + twitter posts, mentions of cigarette + alcohol consumption, mentions anxiety, short jokes, “liked by pierre gasly”

a - n masterlist

o - z masterlist

tagged sidemen

liked by landonorris, maxfewtrell, pierregasly

chrismd oh geez can’t wait to share lockers with you i guess 🤥

suemehoney god forbid i’d actually see some kneecaps on you, dixon 😳

user1 stop violating him oh my god 🫣😩

stephentries_ finally 🙃 the better lewis playing for the match liked by suemehoney

zerkaa one of the boooooyz 😩💪 liked by suemehoney

bambinobecky my favourite pick me 😭🫡 liked by suemehoney

suemehoney actually give me a kiss plz 🥵

user2 “liked by landonorris” 💀

user3 honey is officially a victim of “liked by pierregasly” 😭😭😭🫡

user4 what’re these f1 people doing in honey’s insta??? 😳

user5 didn’t mean to invade y’all— but we couldn’t contain lando and pierre in the horny jail so we had to check out what’s the fuss ourselves

user4 understood

liked by landonorris, pierregasly, miniminter

user1 OKAY SERVE SIS SERVE

user2 i’ll kiss you in the mouth if you do the spoon necklace again 😩

ksi 😭😭 liked by suemehoney

wroetoshaw i’ll be the first to cry when it first come out liked by suemehoney

r0sielewis 🥵 liked by suemehoney

niko they better play this at my funeral liked by suemehoney

suemehoney i’ll even dj it for you neeko 😚🤭

user3 yo these f1 drivers are wiiiiild 😭

user4 “liked by landonorris” 💀

user5 “liked by pierregasly” 😅 can’t believe this shit

user6 can’t even have shit in this economy

HONEY HONEY

william ya shit! who is this man??? he goes on to say that this lunch is important but he isn’t here??? tf am i doing here? i could be doing something else!

WILLIAM²

honey calm down m8 😅 lando said he’ll be here in five minutes that’s what max said at least why don’t you grab some alcohol

HAROLDINHO

and get her pissed in monaco at 1 in the afternoon? are you insane? do you want to die?

WILLIAM²

allow it? it’s her vacation harold— let her drink if she wants to drink

HONEY HONEY

i took my anxiety meds this morning you fuckin numpty 😭 if i drink now it’ll be nothing but a trip to the hospital for me

WILLIAM²

right. shit sorry. maybe take some breather? filly’s more than willing to walk around with you before we order. i’ll talk to max about lando 🙏 the idiot isn’t always this late so this is unusual

HONEY HONEY

you better 😐 i should’ve brought cigarettes

HAROLDINHO

shut your mouth. if i see a single stick i’m shoving it down your throat.

HONEY HONEY

oh fuck off. you’ve had worse than nicotine. bitch.

MAX 😚

m8 🤠 the more time you spend in front of a mirror the more time you lose with your lover girl

LANDO 🥵

fuck off im nervous

MAX 😚

lad 😭 she’s not going to bite you. she doesn’t even want to talk to people what makes you think she’d want to deliberately talk to you?

LANDO 🥵

that’s even worse 😭😭 i’m omw. seriously. i just need to make sure i look decent enough 🙄

MAX 😚

you might have to do some explaining to w2s about you retweeting posts about his sister though 😅 the whole “lando norris retweeted” spiel is becoming a trend and uh it’s not a good look for you

LANDO 🥵

MAX FOR FUCKS SAKE!

[myoddessy]

Hii can I request a JJ fic where him and the reader reveal that they're now engaged 🥹

liked by gkbarry, calfreezy, mabel, and 901,872 others

yourusername vacay living (let me stay here pls)

taliamar oh baby you are glowing!!

imalexx please stay! we don't want you back here!

yourusername I'll come back just for you pookie pie xoxo

imalexx literally jump off a bridge i hate you

yourusername love you too bff 💞

beautybyyn our girl looking stunning as ever! 🤩

freyanightingale marry me please i'm begging you

liked by arthurtv, lewisbuchan, bambinobecky, and 888,903 others

yourusername feeling very loved up tonight 🥰

ksynsolos last night of the holiday, if he doesn't propose tonight then all hopes are lost

calfreezy you shouldn't.

yourusername just because ur unloved doesn't mean i am honey 🤗🤗

faithlouisak you're so pretty angelface 💞💞💋💋

yourusername not at pretty as you, my love ❤️

yn4president this barbie's everything..... and he's ken

liked by wroetoshaw, taliamar, camkirkham, and 990,817 others

yourusername i guess he saw the tweets 🤷‍♀️💍

max_balegde FINALLY!!! sick of people whining about it

max_balegde i'd be a very pretty maid of honour btw

gkbarry fuck off, i'm first choice there

taliamar crying so hard rn 😭

freyanightingale heartbreaking that its some guy who's marrying you instead of me, but he's okay ig

vikkstagram congrats! 🥳

imalexx what possessed the poor lad

yourusername i'd tell you but i think i'd get banned 💔

imalexx have you ever considered dying?

[tomsparkyr]

𝐈 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐇𝐄 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐒!

following episode two of ‘inside’ — george clarke x fem!reader

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

(ps, thank u all sm for the love on the first part, these take me yonks to write so seeing all ur comments makes me want to cry i love u all sm🤍🤍🤍)

(pps, i’d appreciate it if no one stole my work! i put a lot of time and effort into this and to see people crediting it as their own isn’t a nice feeling !!!)

wc: 6.9K

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”Hello, Motherfuckers!”

You groaned and reached up to rub your eyes as the rattling voice of JJ woke everyone up from their slumber. 

You tried to bring your right hand up to wipe the sleep out of your eye, but found the weight of another person’s hand entangled with your own. George’s fingers were intertwined with yours and didn’t falter his grip on them as he slowly rose from his bed, a duvet wrapped around his naked torso.

You really did try to not stare… But watching him lean over the bed to grab something situated underneath the frame, and seeing the duvet fall to reveal that he was only clad in shorts, and taking in the fact that he was gripping onto your hand as if you could slip away from him at any time; you really and truly couldn’t help yourself.

It was painfully obvious that George was holding your hand the entire night, waking up in a position that both of your bodies had maneuvered closer to the edge of the bed, basically hanging off in a pitiful attempt to be closer to one another. 

Catching yourself blushing first thing in the morning, you reluctantly detached your hand from George’s and yanked the duvet up to cover half your face, hiding the rose tinted cheeks. 

“Get your ass up!” JJ’s voice echoed around the room, hearing complaints from everyone around you.

George sat up, “That is the worst noise in the morning.” He whined. His hand flexed slightly as if he was searching for your hand still; but as his mind woke up too, he pulled his hand back from where it was dangling off the side of his bed.

You sat upright, eyes squinting from the bright light that flickered on. You stared forwards for a moment in a daze, the tiredness running straight through you as you dreaded the day to come.

An arm outstretched to you and you recoginsed the calloused fingers. Looking up, you saw George with messy bed hair, squinted eyes and a half-hearted smile etched across his face. You smiled softly back at him and accepted his hand.

He lifted you out of the bed and you leaned into his side once you were up. Still tired, you swayed slightly, causing George to wrap an arm around your shoulders, tugging you closer to him so that you could feel his body warmth.

You sighed at the feeling and allowed your head to settle into his chest, his hand that wasn’t wrapped around you coming up to stroke some flyaway hairs from being fresh out of bed. “You alright?” He whispered, leaning down slightly. You looked up to meet his eyes and nodded, “Just tired.”

You rested in George’s hold for a while, neither wanting to move away so resorted to standing and swaying back and forth in each other's arms momentarily. Neither of you were speaking, just enjoying each other’s company as everyone made their beds in the morning.

Farah watched you and George in the centre of the room, nudging Milli and pointing at the two of you. Milli had known George for a while before they entered the show together, and she had never seen George so touchy with anyone in his entire life, especially in front of so many people he didn’t know. Milli and Farah quietly laughed to each other before calling you, “Y/N! Are you coming for breakfast?”

Peeling yourself out of George’s grasp, you turned to face the two girls and reluctantly nodded, letting go of George and striding towards them. As you turned away, George pressed a quick kiss on the top of your forehead and bidding a promise he’ll see you in the shop any minute from now.

Milli and Farah walked you down to the shop where breakfast was laid for you (you couldn’t decipher if this was a good or bad thing). 

Seeing 12 pots of food lined up, Mandi asked the question that was on everyones lips, “What is that?” You furrowed your brows and picked up one of the pots, opening the lid and smelling it.

Retracting rather quickly, you turned to face the small group. “It’s porridge.” You groaned, followed by the sound of everyone else replicating you.

You watched as everyone loitered near the camera to confirm any upgrades or drinks, cringing as the money began dropping significantly. Mandi found herself the spokesperson as she confirmed more orders.

You turned to Cinna, who seemed to be matching the irritated facial expression you wore, “Do we really need all that?” You mumbled to her, hoping no one would hear. You felt a tap on your shoulder and Mandi (who had obviously heard you) said, “I can get what I fucking want.” You’re sure it was meant to come across jokingly and she meant no harm, but you couldn’t help but feel embarrassed as you feared Mandi turning everyone against you on only the second day.

Feeling awkward, you left the shop area and strolled back into the living room. There you spotted George sitting on one of the beanbags on the floor, arms resting behind his head as his legs were outstretched. 

He turned his head towards the doorway as you entered and a smile immediately appeared on his face.

George noticed your frown and urged you to come sit with him. You plopped yourself down just in front of him, your back to his chest as he tugged you so you rested between his legs comfortably. “What happened?” He questioned.

You sighed, “Nothing, I’m just being dramatic.” You forced a laugh out but George read you so easily. Sensing something was wrong, he leaned forward and plucked the cold porridge from your hands that you had previously been playing with the fork provided. “Tell me.” His concern grew.

You shook your head, “No, it genuinely is just stupid though--” “Nothing you could ever say would be stupid.” George encouraged you. He never liked hearing you subtly throw daggers at yourself like that, so did everything in his power to reassure you that you were perfect; he wishes you could see yourself the way he sees you.

Giving in, you said, “It was just Mandi. I know she was joking or whatever, but she kind of just shut me down in front of everyone; it was more that I was embarrassed than anything she did.” You mumbled, not liking confrontation and admitting stuff.

George watched your face contort into frustration as you told your story, understanding you and happy you told him your feelings (although he wishes it was the other feelings).

“No, I get it. It won’t be until everyone sees the prize fund after today that maybe they’ll slow down on the purchases, then you’ll be proved right.” He winked at you, smiling as you laughed at him and lightly jutted out an elbow to playfully hit him.

You leaned forwards and out of his touch, turning around and resting on your knees in front of him, face to face. You smiled back at him and whispered a small, “Thank you.” As he shrugged nonchalantly.

You held eye-contact with George for a moment, the air in the room suddenly feeling a lot thicker; you watched as George’s eyes flickered from your eyes to your lips. The tension in the room changing momentarily, “Y/N, I--”

“George! Y/N! Come to the shop with me?” Cinna shouted from the main area, hearing her footsteps bound towards the living room. 

The interruption caused you and George to stand up and make some ground between the two of you, embarrassed and cheeks tainted red. His hands came up to run through his hair and you could only wish that you were the one doing that.

As Cinna’s head poked round the corner to the living room, she was confused about the amount of space between you and George as most of the time you two were attached to the hip. “Shop?” She questioned again.

You nodded, “Yeah, sure.” And started walking towards the girl. Then, looking back at George who was standing still with his eyes focused on the floor in front of him, “George?” His head snapped up to meet your eyes. “You coming?”

George nodded frantically and shook his head of running thoughts; scared that his feelings and confessions nearly slipped past his tongue after you simply looked at him. He had no idea how he was going to last 6 more days of this without finding a new way to fall in love (as if he wasn’t already in deep).

You passed PK in the shower, oblivious to the fact that he was using hot water. Thinking he was in the clear as George walked towards him before giving him a fist pump. 

George followed you and Cinna into the shop as she ranted about the prices and coffee scenario. 

While she was talking about the prices, you felt George lurking behind you. You extended the hand that was hanging by your side behind you, fingers outstretched. George saw this and read your mind, his hand slipping into yours and intertwining your fingers; his thumb stroking the back of your hand. Neither of you looked at each other in fear of drawing attention to the pair of you, keeping your secret moments within the crowded room.

“What are you doing in here?” Milli stalked in the room behind you, quickly retracting your hand from George’s; and he reached the hand that was previously holding yours to run his hand through his mullet in an attempt to be nonchalant.

Milli noticed you and George step away from each other and smirked as it was so obvious she had interrupted something; knowing she needed to talk to you later about this situationship with George.

“No, we’re not ordering. We’re saying if she ordered tea and then left it, and it looked like it had milk in it.” Cinna responded, trying to calculate the cost that others had spent already so early into the day.

“They spent a lot of money.” DDG confirmed in suspicion, saying what you were all thinking.

Cinna asked you all if she should purchase the items, opting for a more logical route and a better way of saving money. 

time skip!

You were all sitting in a circle on the floor, you between George and Mya. You were all sitting cross legged and trying not to laugh out loud at Patrice as he presented to the group. “If someone speak when you start to meditate, we vote him out.” The group chuckled and agreed.

Jason began speaking, “Take a deep breath. Close your eyes.” You obliged and suppressed a smile as your knees brushed against George’s.

“Five seconds of silent real quick.” You started to laugh but covered it up with a cough. “Envision yourself with a waterfall.”

“Think of how the water sounds.” You felt wafted of air in your direction and opened your eyes to see George pretending to be splashed by the water. You silently laughed at him and shook your head, an idea creeping in your head.

As Jason continued with his meditation, you placed your hands on George’s shoulders and shoved him lightly, envisioning that you shoved him into the waterfall. George’s eyes snapped open as he yelped, his head turning to see you laughing at him. Seeing this, Mya burst out into laughter and high-fived you as George peered on in mock offence, a smile trying to creep its way onto his face.

Patrice opened his eyes and sighed, “That’s it. They’re out.” Everyone began laughing and you all stood up. 

George looked at you with his offended face still etched onto his features, you laughed and tapped Mya’s shoulders to show her, she giggled and gripped onto your hand in doing so. 

George shook his head and bounded towards you, “That’s it.” He gripped onto your waist and slung your figure over his shoulder, tapping the back of your thighs as he stormed out of the room with you in his arms. You and the rest of the group laughed as he exited with you, hearing you shout from help echoing throughout the rooms. 

Now you and George had left the room, Patrice pointed at the door you had previously been taken out of, “They’re together, no?”

Everyone chuckled and shook their heads, shocked that you and George weren’t together after knowing each other for so long and with that much chemistry. Farah put her hands up in a shrugging gesture, “Apprently not.”

Hearing this, Patrice stopped in his step and turned to face everyone with a shocked face and eyes wide, “Eh?”

time skip!

“Are you sure? Do you think he’s the one?” You stood behind Mya, hands coating in gel as you helped her slick it back further for her ‘wedding’ with PK. Reapplying some powder on her face, she smiled at you through your reflection in her mirror, “I think he’s the one, guys.”

“Are you blind?” Mandi called out making you all laugh, she passed you some of her makeup you asked to borrow off her in the event being a ‘special occasion’.

Finishing with Mya’s hair, you sat down next to Mandi and propped your legs up on her lap, feeling any nerves or awkwardness from earlier directed at her gone now; deciding you felt like you overreacted (although George would tell you otherwise).

Once you had all finished with the bride’s final preparations, you excited the room and stood with the other girls, all facing PK and DDG standing at the ‘altar’. You and Milli stood next to each other at the front, you being closer to the aisle; you definitely felt the closest with Milli, from her fangirling over you for the first 24 hours, you two had formed a close bond in such a short time period.

You turned around to see George entering with a cushion in his hands, trying not to burst out laughing as he walked down the aisle. You stuck your foot out to trip him up as he walked forwards, falling for it and stumbling slightly. You covered your mouth with your hands to stop laughing as Milli hid her face in your shoulder to do the same. You watched George turn and face you with a wide smile on his face before he lifted the cushion he was holding to whack you in the face lightly with it. Farah and Whitney behind you folding with laughter at the pair of you, before PK called you out for taking the spotlight on his wedding day; mumbling something along the lines of, “Should’ve been yours if George grew the balls to ask you out.”

George’s eyes widened as he was the only one who heard it, lifted his cushion again to threaten hitting him with it, PK jumped and laughed as George made his way to his position within the wedding.

After the… beautiful ceremony, Mya and PK headed for the exit before Whitney reminded them to complete the bouquet toss. Mya turned around with a wide smile and raised brows before launching the bouquet straight at you without warning, the force and sudden movement causing you to put your hands up in defence and accidentally catching it in the process. 

The girls all screamed around you and jumped around, hitting your arms as you stood still in shock. You stared at George who looked at you with wide eyes and his mouth open slightly. All the boys behind him began cheering and shoved George forwards towards you, causing him to stumble into your figure and grasping your waist to keep you both upright.

Both of your cheeks were burning red as neither of you looked directly at each other in fear of embarrassing yourselves. Everyone around you clapped and you heard Patrice shouting in the background, “Next thing you know it a baby Clarke will be on the way!”

You buried your face in George’s chest, hiding your red face while George’s hand stroked the back of your head, twirling your hair in his fingers. George made eye contact with DDG and Jason as they stood behind you, making wild gestures and urging George to kiss you; him shaking his head rapidly, keeping your head against him in fear of you turning around and seeing the boys.

time skip!

You stood in the challenge area, watching intently as Ethan listed off the rules and expectations of today’s challenge; this being Don’t Make A Sound.

You had to suppress your giggles as Milli and DDG stood opposite each other, a tray of cake presented in front of them, with a stupid sling hung around their heads. 

George stood behind you, his chest brushing your back as he rocked back and forth on the balls of his feet; an occasional rub up and down on your arm as he comforted and relieved your nerves as you knew you would have to eventually have a turn up there.

You had to cover your mouth and hold your nose to stop yourself from laughing out loud as Milli had a cake projected onto her face from DDG full brute force. Behind you, George had his hands resting on the back of his head, so you could feel the vibrations of his chest as he laughed quietly on your back; you tried to not feel giddy but you couldn’t help it.

Seeing DDG place a massive cake into Milli’s sling made you gasp behind your hand, not loud enough to set off the noise detector, but Whitney had you covered in that department. You watched in horror and amusement as DDG leaned back and propelled the cake directly into Milli’s face, causing her to stumble back and fall to the floor.

You couldn’t help it this time as you snorted in laughter behind your hands, your eyes immediately widening as you feared you were too loud; looking over at Ethan and seeing his disapproving stare and shake of the head confirmed your suspicions.

“Right. That is your challenge complete.” Ethan said after calming down from his fit of laughter. “And I have some important information for you guys.” You rolled your head back and turned to face George who held the same guilty look you had.

“George, Y/N, Whitney and Farah have broken the rules.” George gasped as he thought initially that he wasn’t as loud as he’d come across. “£10,000 has been deducted from the prize fund.” Your mouth fell open wide, eyebrows furrowing as George pinched the bridge of his nose.

You would pat yourself on the back for the way you managed to suppress your laughter in PK’s challenge, having to grip onto George for dear life to stop you falling to the ground in hysterics.

Once he had completed his challenge, you had brought your hands together to applaud him, only getting about two claps in before George shoved a hand inbetween yours to stop the sound, but it was already too late considering Milli had gotten the same idea as you. You tilted your head to see George’s eyes wide before he lulled his head back in frustration and buried it in the space between your neck and shoulder, whispering about how that was too loud.

You and Milli both held the same guilty expression and face flushed from embarrassment, also mentally battling about who was going to tell PK that they had ruined his challenge for the group. 

Ethan smirked at you and Milli, slowly wiggling his finger mockingly. After telling PK to take his glasses off, Ethan exposed you and Milli, “Now, I can inform you that within that round, there was a rule break.”

You slowly looked away from the group, the ceiling suddenly much more interesting as you felt a hot flush creep up your neck. “Y/N and Milli, looking awfully embarrassed there.” The entire group's focus shifted onto you two, some holding disappointed expressions.

Ethan continues, “However, because of your amazing flavour with some of those, we’re gonna allow it.” You sighed silently and the tension in your shoulders released. George pulled back from your neck and pressed both hands on your shoulders as his height loomed over you, slowly massaging into the skin to reassure you; slightly melting into his contact.

When Cinna was selected to face the shocks you had endured last round, you sent her a look of apology knowing how bad it hurt before. You walked over to her as she was being set up, pressing a soft kiss on the side of her head as she linked arms with you momentarily, whispering a soft “Thank you.” before walking back to your place in front of George.

You cringed slightly at Cinna and Jason’s challenge, an uncomfortable watch but you couldn’t help but smile and chuckle behind your hand as they jerked in odd positions; also wondering if you had looked that weird doing it the first time.

After the excruciating watch, you gave a thumbs up to Cinna as she crouched down in relief; not before Mandi didn’t grasp the full instructions of the game. “I thought we were going to be here until fucking tomorrow, man.” She exclaimed.

Everyone’s head snapped around to face her, you even waved your arms to stop her talking in your best efforts to save her and the group. She saw your terrified face and covered her mouth in shock and regret, she gestured around and mouthed some words none of you could make out. “There’s no fucking way. The challenge was over!” She exclaimed again.

Ethan held up two fingers to her, you gave her a sympathetic look, understanding that if you were as much of an extrovert as she was, you would have warranted the same reaction. 

Ethan cleared his throat after congratulating Cinna and Jason, “However, Mandi. I’m going to deduct £20,000 from the pot for two violations.” You all gasped in shock and put your head in your hands.

Swiftly moving on, Mandi and Patrice stood up with chicken toys put into their mouths and elastic bands situated around their calves. You looked up at George who sported a boyish grin, bouncing on his feet clearly excited at the prospect of this challenge.

You couldn’t help but laugh at this one. It got you so much at your body folded laughing that you needed to cling onto George to stop yourself from falling to the floor; although this didn’t work.

You swung your head back in laughter and covered your mouth, legs giving way as you stumbled back and fell into the prop set behind you. George tried to stick an arm out to catch you but he was too late as your back collided with the bookshelf, and books lost its footing on the shelves and fell onto your head.

You held your head in both pain and hysterics, the noise and your laughter both combining to bail you out of the challenge and most definitely lose you £10,000 in the process. George’s eyes widened in amusement and concern, his hands immediately pressing into the spot where the books had hit and rubbing it softly. He stood tall and pressed a light kiss on the spot before turning to see an eagerly awaiting Ethan to expose the reduction in prize money.

Sighing, he said, “Whitney, Milli, George and well, obviously Y/N,” You closed your eyes in embarrassment as Cinna rubbed her hand against your arm in a supportive manner. “You have made a sound, which means we will deduct £10,000 from the prize fund.”

Finally, it was your challenge. You had to pie who you think the statement applies to most, nerves bubbled in your stomach as you knew this would end in an awkward confrontation.

Farah stood up first and her card read, ‘Which Insider do you think is the fakest?’ She winced at the question, off to a bad start.

She scanned the group stood in a line wondering who’s feelings would be hurt the least if she pied. She didn’t know everyone particularly well, but picked nonetheless, an explanation on the tip of her tongue as soon as the challenge was over; she could picture herself running to them and apologising profusely.

You were surprised when Farah pointed at you, making you depart from the line with a frown etched onto your face. You subtly glanced at the card that was lying upright on the table and read the prompt, brows furrowing and heart sinking a little bit; did people actually perceive you like that?

Farah tilted her head sympathetically at you, pondering her thoughts as she reared up to pie you. She attempted to do it lightly at first but Ethan, being the little bitch he was, told her she had to smash it into your face or it wouldn’t qualify.

You winked at Farah to tell her it was alright to do the challenge, not wanting her to feel guilty about it when money was at stake, she smiled back at you. 

Suddenly, a pie was heavily collided with your face and you stumbled back slightly; the cream flying everywhere and covering your entire face as some of the remaints flicked onto George in the background as he bit his fist to stop himself from bursting out in laughter. 

You wiped your eyes off the remaints and walked back to your original spot with a joking sour facial expression. Noticing George was enjoying this far too much, you lightly brushed your hand against his face, smearing cream down from his forehead to his cheeks. He laughed quietly at you as you kissed your teeth with your tongue.

Ethan passed you a towel and you saw Farah looking over at you with a guilty face. Walking over to her, you wrapped her into a hug and patted the back of her head in further reassurance; Farah silently thanked that she chose you because you handled it like a pro.

In Mya’s turn, she pied Dylan for having the deadest jokes. Whitney pied Patriced after a quick hug, being the footballer, she probably guessed right that he earned the most money. Dylan then brutally pied Farah, everyone gasping at the full force he went into it with. Farah, on some level, thought it was karma for what she did to you.

Then it was your turn, you lifted the pie to read the card, ‘Which Insider do you think is the best in bed?’ You opened your mouth in shock and mouthed a “What the fuck?” to Ethan who laughed out loud; causing the people around you to look at each other and shrug their shoulders as they didn’t know the statement you had just read.

You looked at the group in front of you, a pie settled in your hand as your eyes scanned everyones (but you already knew who you were going to pick).

Licking your lips, you pointed at George causing him to smile and point a finger to himself in question, you nodded slowly with a smirk attached to your face. George walked up to you, causing you to look up due to the height difference and bite back a laugh before you swung your arm up to pie his face.

You didn’t hit him too hard, but due to the excessive cream, it had covered his face and splattered on the props behind him. He didn’t stumble back but took it like a champ, seeing his smile behind the cream. You walked up to him after dropping what was left of the pie to the floor and cupped his face with your hands. Your thumbs brushed over his eyes and wiped away the cream, mouthing endless apologies through quiet giggles; him leaning down to pull you into a tight hug, not caring about the mess as you had been previously pied. 

Before you pulled away from his embrace, you heard him whisper to you (not loud enough for it to be picked up by the detector) “That better have been a good card, and you realise you’re telling me what it is later?” 

Your cheeks burned red and you shook your head at him, brushing past him as his touch lingered for longer; leaving him with the last pie.

George leaned down to pick up the pie, reading the card: ‘Which Insider do you fancy the most here?’

George raised his eyebrows and looked over at Ethan next to him, seeing his smug smirk and a quick winked indicated that this question was written for one person and one person only.

George didn’t even think or consider other options as he immediately pointed at you, causing you to drop your smile in shock, mouthing “Me?”

He nodded at you eagerly, a grin plastered onto his face as he adjusted you in the centre of the room, ready to pie. You squeezed your eyes shut tight, preparing for impact. But when it didn’t come, you peeked open one eye just in time to see George do a full 180 to smash the pie into Ethan’s face.

You all gasped in shock, George walked backwards to stand next to you and wrapped an arm around your waist, turning his head away to rest his cheek against the side of your head, hiding his laugh from the rest of the group; them being too preoccupied with utter shock at what he just did. Everyone seemed proud of him, not caring too much about the consequence as of yet.

You leaned into George’s touch, hands covering your mouth to suppress your laughter and burying your head into George’s chest. Your arm snaked around his waist also, clinging onto the white fabric of his top as you silently thanked him for not pieing you two times in one round. You looked up at him to find him already staring at you, “Thank you.” You whispered, pressing a light kiss on the skin exposed just below the sleeve of his shirt.

Ethan wiped the pie away from his face, “Right. This one will be taken to VAR. We’re possibly looking at a five-match ban. Serious intent of foul play.” George pressed a fist to his mouth to suppress his laughter. “George, after serious foul play, we’re going to have to deduct £20,000 from the prize fund.”

You laughed at his shocked reaction, feeling him tug you closer to him. Ethan pointed at you two, “Don’t go hugging your girlfriend, you’ve just got a red card in a cup final, George!” Both yours and George’s eyes widened and separated from each other's touch; the group laughed and Whitney had to cover Mandi’s mouth to stop her from laughing out loud.

time skip!

You and George found yourselves sitting on the couch in the living room, sitting on opposite ends of the couch but your legs were draped over his and his hand rested on your shin. You felt his gaze on you which caused you to look over at him. “What do you want?” You grinned at him, questioning his staring issue.

George licked his lips, “I wanna know what your card was earlier.” He urged. You raised your brows, making it seem like you were contemplating your answer, jutting your lips out and humming, before saying with certainty, “Not a chance.”

You stood up and headed for the island in the kitchen area, George remaining unmoved on the couch, arms resting on the back of his head and legs kicked back in utter relaxation. “Come on! Just tell me. Please?” He begged.

You filled your water bottle up, your back to him, “No, George. I’m not saying.” You tried to make an exit to visit Cinna or Milli, their whereabouts seeming more interesting than telling George you think he’s good in bed. 

“I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours.” George stated.

You froze in the doorway, slowly turning around to face him with your lips between your teeth. “Really?” 

“Dead serious.” He smiled as you stantered back to him, led on the couch, perching on the end closest to him. 

You tilted your head, “You have to tell me yours first, then I’ll tell you mine.” You confirmed your answer on conditions. George went to protest, “That’s so not fair--” “Then no deal.” You raised your brows with a smirk on your face.

George sighed and leaned his head back onto the back of the couch, “Fine,” You stared at him as his eyes searched yours with seriousness. “I was asked to pie the Insider I fancied the most.”

Your eyes widened and you couldn’t help but smile, “You’re joking.” George shook his head with pink dust sprinkles on his cheeks, “I’m not.” You stayed in silence for a moment, unsure how to respond to his statement apart from calming the butterflies that were wiring in your stomach.

George’s hand tapped your thigh, “Now, tell me yours.” You swallowed hard, standing up. “Anyways, I’m off.”

“No! Hey, you said--” George threw his hands in the air causing you to turn around laughing, “I’m kidding!”

George sighed and patted the spot you were previously sitting in, obliging, you sat and stared at him. “Do you really wanna know?” You questioned him.

His eyes stared intently into yours, “So badly.” Your stomach flipped at his tone of voice, “You can’t tell anyone.” He shook his head, “No one.” Giving in, you said, “I was asked to pie the Insider who I think would be the best in bed.” You didn’t break eye-contact with him. 

George’s eyebrows raised and a smirk made its way onto his face, there was something raw and real etched behind his eyes, you couldn’t decipher what it was, but you needed it. “Really?” He replicated your words from earlier.

You nodded at him while he smirked, “Well, I guess we’ll have to test that theory.” 

Your cheeks burned red as you took in his words, feeling a hot flush run through you, the rest of the world feeling foggy as if it was only you and George. If you were anywhere but the Inside house right now, your hoodie and joggers would have been discarded on the floor similar to his own.

George started to lean in closer to your face, a hand reaching out to cup your face; before Farah bounded in, “Y/N, I’m so sorry for what I did earlier! I didn’t mean it!”

You gasped and stood up out of George’s touch, shaking off the moment and walking up to Farah; George walking past you and bidding you a soft goodbye, you watched his figure leave the room with a soft gaze.

Farah stopped her rant to you, clearly reading the situation and understanding that you were busy admiring a certain boy in the house. “What the fuck was that?” She laughed, pointing at where George had left.

You quickly shushed the girl and dragged her to the corner where the table tennis stayed, “Oh, my God! Shut up! He can hear!” You whisper-shouted with wide eyes. Farah only laughed more, “Did I just walk into the start of a porno movie?”

Your mouth dropped open, “Farah!” She slapped the table tennis table with a booming laugh, folding over as you wore a horrified facial expression.

interview room!

“Yeah, that was definitely… interesting! Picking who I think is an absolute beast in bed on my second day was not what I was expecting but games the game!”

“George’s comment or statement is… cool? I don’t know what you want me to say! I’m just as shocked as you are! Yeah, we’ll see what happens from here… I guess.”

“I wasn’t too bothered about the fakest comment from Farah. Sure, it was hurtful in the moment but after thinking about it for a while, you sort of just have to suck it up because these people don’t know me fully yet, well apart from George, but they’re all in here for the same reason and I can’t hate them for playing the game!”

time skip!

“Y/N! Why are you in the shop?” You heard George shouting from the shop area. Your brows furrowed; you in the shop? Your belongings? 

Confused, you walked down the steps to see George laughing to himself in the shop, he outstretched his arm to wrap his hand around your wrist, tugging you into the room and closer to the screen. “See there.” He pointed at the items.

“A Horny Beast?” You rolled your eyes as George snorted in laughter, you mocked his laugh and yanked your wrist out of his grip, leaving the shop and passing everyone in the process.

“What was it?” PK asked you. You tried not to smile or laugh and rather act nonchalant, “Just go see for yourself.” You jutted your thumb back to the shop where George’s laugh could be heard still.

George called your name to come back into the room, Cinna grabbed the back of your hoodie and yanked you back to the shop. George smiled, “Six and a half grand for a horny beast.”

He slung his arm around your shoulder, “Why pay for one when we already have one here for free?” He laughed and tapped his fingers underneath your chin. Your mouth dropped open and playfully pushed his hand away but his grip on your shoulders kept you grounded in his touch.

George managed to suss out the concept of the horny beast, clarifying that it would be a teddy with horns on it. His suspicions came true when the group walked back into the living room holding a stuffed teddy, “It was exactly what I said it would be!” He exclaimed with wild gestures.

Milli held the teddy up high before lobbing it into your arms, “Y/N, it’s your spirit animal!” You caught it with a laugh before hugging it close to your chest. PK mumbled next to you, “Keep it away from George, I don’t wanna see any bed sheets rustling tonight.” You kicked his shin lightly as a subtle way to tell him to shut up.

time skip!

Later in the evening, George challenged you to a table tennis tournament; you were still running on the high of beating him yesterday so were reluctant for a rematch (though you didn’t need much convincing when he flashed you that smile).

“Whoever wins needs to buy the other something in the shop.” You declared at the start of the game, confident that you would win if there was something at stake.

After atleast 10 minutes of the round, you sighed and rested your hand on your knees in defeat as George was comfortable winning, “George, you were meant to let me win!” You flapped your hands about, groaning at his smug face. “10-6, bitch.” He swayed on the spot.

You served the ball with a groan, and straight off the bat, when George’s pass back came to you, you immediately missed the entire ball. You dropped the bat in horror and rested your elbows onto the table with your head in your hands. George started jumping around in excitement, leaping onto the couch with pure joy before sprinting back to you.

He hoisted you up in his arms bridal style, causing you to yelp and wrap your arms around the back of his neck as he began jogging to the shop with you in his arms; shouting in the process, “I just love table tennis!”

Once you reached the shop, George kept you in his arms and readjusted you so you sat higher, fingers tapping the side of your knee in excitement. You ran your fingers in the mullet on the back of his head, causing him to sigh into your touch before scanning the menu.

“What do you want--” You began speaking before the door opened to show three cups of something waiting to be picked up. George placed you down on the floor as he looked at you in surprise. Bursting out into laughter, you stressed your innocence, “That wasn’t me!”

George held an amused face, “Who was that?” He took the drinks into the living room, shouting in the process, “Some drinks have just popped out in the fucking shop!” You trailed behind him, sitting down on the couch again as Whitney jogged down to the shop.

After a long day, everyone gathered in the bedrooms. You all loitered around George’s bed for a while, chatting about the day and the plans for tomorrow; opting to save money.

You had curled into a ball on George’s bed, your head resting on his stomach as his fingers played with your hair, the horny beast hugged tight in your arms. You blocked out the sound of people chattering and closed your eyes to rest for a moment.

For what was meant to be a moment, you ended up drifting to sleep on George’s bed before the lights dimmed. Patrice pointed at your sleeping figure on George, “You want help moving her?” George shook his head, eyes trained on you. 

“No, no. Leave her. She can stay here tonight.” He brushed a piece of your hair away from your face to see your sleeping figure, utter relaxation and breaths slow in content. He smiled at you and traced the bridge of your nose with his finger, “She can stay.”

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safe haven

george clarke x fem reader

summary: after an argument with your family, you end up staying with george’s family for christmas

warnings: allusions to violence

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It was a just under a week before christmas and you were sat on a train travelling from your hometown to bristol with tear soaked cheeks and bloodshot eyes. You had been arguing with your family non stop from the moment you had arrived home, but last night was the final straw. Your father had gotten drunk again coming home from the pub in a fury screaming and shouting, smashing and throwing anything in his path the moment he laid eyes on you. You didn’t even bother fighting back, you let it happen before finding your way to bed and booking the first train out of there whilst hysterically crying to your boyfriend down the phone.

“You okay, lovey?” The older woman next to you asked softly offering a tissue from her packet, “Would you like a sweet?”

A small smile danced over your lips sniffling softly as you took the tissue as well sweet she offered, “Thank you.” You said quietly, popping the sweet into your mouth.

The older lady smiled gently rubbing your hand, “You going home for the holidays?”

“Yeah,” You nodded, “I’m going to my boyfriends.”

The woman smiled brightly, “That’s lovely, what’s his name?”

“George.” You smiled, lifting your phone to show the lock screen of you and George in New York.

“Well he’s handsome, isn’t he?”

“Very.” You let out a little laugh making the woman laugh with you.

You stepped off the train with your suitcase and bag in hand looking around the platform for a familiar face and a sense of relief washed over you as you spotted George walking towards you with his charming smile. You wheeled your suitcase behind you as you made your way to him throwing your arms around his neck, “I got you.” He mumbled into the top of your head as you fought back the tears fighting their way out of your eyes, “Let’s go home, yeah?” He suggested, pressing his lips to your hairline before grabbing your suitcase and interlocking your fingers.

As you walked out of the station, you were greeted by Emily and her fiancé, Josh - who were waiting in the car - “Hiya.” She smiled pulling you into a hug which you accepted gratefully.

“Hi Em,” You pressed a smile into your lips, “You okay?”

She nodded looking around you at George, who was loading the boot with your bag and suitcase, “I’m excited to not be the only girl at Christmas this year.” She giggled and you laughed too.

George opened the car door for you leaning on it slightly as you climbed in and he gave you a small kiss before closing the door and climbing in the other side.

“Hello darling!” George’s mum, Nicki, greeted as you walked to the front door. Her arms were wide open to engulf you but her eyes held an ounce of concern as they flickered over your frame, “Would you like a cup of tea?” She asked with a adoring smile and you nodded with a small smile as she ushered you in the house.

“Geo, take y/n things to your room.” She instructed and he did so with no arguments as Nicki guided you to the kitchen, “How’ve you been, sweetie? George mentioned that you and your dad argued.”

you chewed on your cheek and nodded, “Yeah, but I’m okay. Thank you for letting me stay, I didn’t want to intrude or anything.”

Nicki turned around quickly, “Don’t be silly, you’re always welcome here.”

Your heart swelled at her words and you felt a lump form in your throat, “Thank you.” You smiled as she pushed your mug of tea towards you.

George wandered into the kitchen looking at you with a small flicker of concern in his eyes as you smiled weakly at him. Nicki glanced between you and her son and quietly excused herself into the livingroom as George sat next to you on the table, “What happened?” he asked, running his thumb over the small but deep cut that sat on your collarbone.

You sighed looking down at your lap, “Dad got drunk again.” You muttered, “He got mad, I think he thought I was mum. It’s not the first time he’s got mad, but this was bad George, he wouldn’t stop,”

A small sob escaped your lips as you covered your face with your hands and George stood up letting you bury your head into his abdomen, “I didn’t even do anything.” You cried, tears streaming down your face soaking both yours and George’s shirt.

George didn’t know what to say, he didn’t think you’d want him to say anything, so he just held you letting you cry. His hands running through your hair so you knew he was there, so you knew that you were safe.

You woke up the next morning in an empty bed in George’s childhood bedroom making you panic slightly as you shot up from your laying position looking over at the bedside table for your phone but seeing a note on top of it which read:

don’t panic, i’m downstairs come down when you wake up love you x

You let out a breath of air you’d been holding and you slipped one of George’s hoodies over your frame and you made your way downstairs hearing the chattering of George and his parents. You made your way into the living room, “Good morning.” You announced lightly.

George’s face lit up as he turned to you, his hand instantly guiding you to the space on the settee next to him. George’s parents smiled at the couple in utter joy watching how soft George became whenever you were around him, how you both seemed to go to your own little world whenever you were in a conversation.

“You two got any plans today then?” Sean, George’s dad, asked the pair of you and you looked up at George to see if he had anything planned for you both.

George nodded, “Yeah, we’re gonna go to christmas markets later I think.”

You smiled softly nodding a long with the plans as you sank into George’s side subconciously and his arm found its way around your shoulders, “That sounds lovely.” Nicki smiled her eyes flicking between you both, her heart warming at the sight.

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[w2soneshots]

Hi! You wanted some w2s requests and I have been obsessed with the idea of Harry coming off the pitch after the charity match and then spending the night with his girlfriend who has been living the WAG dream for the day. Make it whatever you want I just need sweaty Harry in a football kit.

Wag -W2S

words: 0.9k+

warnings: smut, head (m receiving), unprotected sex, cream pie.

summary: after your boyfriend, Harry, played in the sidemen charity match and lost, you go back to your hotel room and make him forget all about the result.

notes: hii loves! Thank you anon for this request (I also combed it with this smut req😋), I’m obsessed🫶🏼. The match was sooo good and Harry looked unbelievable😌. Enjoy❤️‍🔥✨

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y/username: words can't explain how proud I am, 4.7 million raised for charity! + thoroughly enjoyed being a wag for the day🤭🤍

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ksi: all for a good cause man!!!

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user: WAG y/n is iconiccc

Today your long term boyfriend, Harry, played at Wembley in the sidemen charity match. The match finished just a short while ago and you've been waiting in the friends and family lounge for him to finish up in the changing rooms.

"Hi," he greeted you with a tired smile as he, Ethan and Simon came to meet their girls. He wrapped his arms around you before you could say a word. You sighed softly, swaying back and forth.

"Ready to go babe?" You asked him quietly, as you'd planned beforehand to just get room service and skip the after game buffet. "Yeah, ready," he replied before pulling away from you. You smiled up at him as you intertwined your fingers and practically lead him out of the lounge. "Well done lads. Bye girls, we'll catch up soon!" You shouted to the couples before walking out of the doors.

You finally got back to the hotel, after an excruciatingly long car ride, in which Harry fell asleep on your shoulder mid way through. He felt a little more spritely after his power nap and so when you entered the room, after kicking off your shoes and placing your bag down, you noticed that he was looking at you in a funny way.

"What?" You looked down, thinking there was something wrong with your outfit. He took a step forward. "y/n?" He asked, voice lowered. Your eyes widened slightly as you realised exactly what was about to happen.

Within seconds your lips had connected. A fire ignited in your stomach as the kiss intensified. His warm hand traveled up the back of your thigh, so you lifted your leg and wrapped it around his hip.

He grunted softly at the action and his free hand moved into your hair. He began peppering kisses down your jaw, leading to the hem of your top. He looked up at you through his lashes as he slowly pulled the straps down so your shirt fell and landed on your hips.

"Okay, you take yours off now. A top for a top," you breathless voiced. He was quick to comply, immediately reaching behind his back and pulling it over his head. You smiled cheekily.

It didn't take long before you were both completely naked, your bodies practically intertwined as you made out. You gently lead him over to the king sized bed, sitting him down on it as you remained standing above him.

Slowly you knelt in front of him, knees on the soft carpet. His mouth dropped open slightly. "Love, you don't have to-" "shhh..." you interrupted him, placing a finger over his soft lips. "I want to. Please?"

He breathed out a laugh as he leaned toward you. "How could I ever deny my girl?" You grinned happily before reaching out. "You like my nails baby?" You asked as your hand wrapped around the base of his hard cock.

"Hm?" He grunted in response. "I got a new set... just for you. Like em?" Your voice was teasing as he waited impatiently for you to move your hand. He finally looked down and he swore he almost came right then and there. You, like this, knelt in front of him with your perfect hand wrapped around him.

"I love them. Love you, I love you so much," he rushed out before letting out a breathy growl when you finally twisted your hand. You wrapped your mouth around his throbbing tip and swirled your tongue, then you took as much of him in as you could, using your hand for the rest.

"Fuck. Yes y/n... mmm... just like that love," he murmured, hand uncontrollably moving to the back of your head to assist your movements, being extremely gentle of course. You could feel him getting close but just before he could finish he pulled you off of his dick and lifted you onto the bed.

Within seconds you were laying on your back, the soft sheets underneath you. He looked at you for permission before quickly swiping his cock between your folds to soak up your juices and then immediately inserting himself into you.

"God- you're so wet for me sweetheart." He let out a loud grunt when he finally felt your walls squeezing him. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head at the familiar feeling.

After a short moment he began pounding into you. His thumb circled your clit as your manicured nails scratched up his muscly back. "Haz- I'm gonna-" you let out a deep moan when your orgasm washed over you, Harry followed closely behind.

He practically fell onto you as you both caught your breaths. "If that's what I get when we lose I might do it more often," he whispered jokingly. "Just imagine what you'll get when you win, maybe next year." You smirked before pushing him off of you and walking towards the bathroom.

"Coming?" You asked. He shot up and stumbled off the bed as he rushed to follow you. You giggled before turning the shower on.

[clemswinecorner]

To be loved is to be known [Harry Lewis/W2S]

Summary: Y/N knows Harry, and Harry knows Y/N.

Wordcount: 775

Warnings: some swearing, nothing major

Lots of people knew lots of things about Harry. People knew his favourite colour, his favourite football club, his favourite types of videos to film. His friends knew his favourite drink, Simon knew his favourite football top, Tobi knew his Nando’s order. But nobody knew him quite like Y/N did. She could tell whether Harry wanted to buy something within seconds of him seeing it, she could tell the difference between him wanting to leave a place and him wanting to disappear completely. 

“Are you joining us having a couple drinks at Cal’s place?” Lux asks Harry, leaning towards him. They’re out for dinner with quite a big group, which wasn’t too unusual for them, and Harry glances over at Y/N sitting across. She’s fixing her off-shoulder top when he catches her eyes. She gives him a questioning look, knowing him well enough to recognize he wants an answer out of her. “Are we having drinks at Cal’s after this?” He asks, and she shrugs. She notes the way his hands are tapping against the tabletop and his phone’s screen is facing upwards. “I don’t know, maybe one drink but don’t think we’ll stay out late, unless you want to?” She raises her eyebrows at him. She sees the doubt in his face, and how it’s different from his body language that tells her he’d much rather go home. “Won’t be too special, I think there’s people going straight home as well,” Lux mentions. He isn’t stupid, and after living with him for a couple of years, Harry’s face tells him that the day has been long enough. “Yeah, think we might do the same actually, but we’ll be there Saturday,” Y/N jumps in, and Callux nods. Harry gives her a smile, as she swiftly changes the conversation topic.

Later that night, they’re sitting on the couch, a pile of cards in front of them. “You fucker,” she curses as he puts down another plus four. She takes the cards from the pile as he puts down another card. “Thanks for saying no to Lux tonight,” He softly says as she puts down her card. “Hmm. I could tell your social battery would run out halfway through, I’m glad you listened to me,” She jokes, and he chuckles, grabbing a card from the pile. “When have I ever not?” He asks, and she raises her eyebrows at him. “Do you really want me to answer that?” He shakes his head with a laugh, chucking down another card. “No, no I don’t,” He confirms, and she laughs, looking at the cards in her hands. “We should skip nights out to play games more often,” She comments, before she smirks at him. “You didn’t say Uno, by the way.”

In the same way she knew him, he knew her. 

“Baby, have you seen my…” He trails off as he walks into the living room, where she’s sitting crossed legged under a fluffy blanket, invested in her book. She’s comfortably nestled in a hoodie slightly too big, bright blue and more importantly the exact one he’d spend the last fifteen minutes trying to find. He sighs, and she looks up with those adorable clueless eyes, “Never mind. Did you drink anything?” She nods before getting back to her book, “Yeah, have tea,” she absentmindedly says. He walks over, checking the temperature of the mug— completely cold, as he guessed. He picks it up, walking away with a small smile and a shake of his head. 

She doesn’t even notice him coming back until his hand is going through her hair. She looks up, waiting for him to speak. “Hi. My bag’s almost packed, my Uber’s here in fifteen minutes. I made you a tea,” She smiles, putting her book down next to her. “I didn’t realize it was that late already, you should’ve said,” she mentions. “Nah, you were too comfortable, thought I’d let you read. I get you to myself again after the weekend anyway,” he disagrees. She sits up and leans onto Harry, who’d sat down next to her, his shoulder. He lets out a content sigh, turning around to fully envelop her in a hug. She snuggles into his comfortable chest, loving how cuddly he could get. “Thanks for the tea,” she lowly says, and he presses a kiss on top of her head. “Don’t want you to dry out, do I? I know how into the story you can get,” he says, as if it’s nothing. To him, it probably was nothing, it’s just how he was. To her, it was everything. To be loved is to be known, after all.