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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝟏!

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

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

(I’M SO SORRY IN ADVANCE my little heart needed to have some angst but to make it up to you im extending this series to their lives outside of inside!! it will involve you in george’s stream and videos; insta au, twitter au, etc etc too)

(lowk took my anger about the chelsea v ipswich game out on this so apologies😭)

(also also also !! any requests put in will happen i promise once i finish this series bc im in love with the ideas you’re putting in so it’ll only be a matter of time xx)

wc: 8.3K

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“PK, we’ll start with you. Please make your way down to Room 19.” Vik ordered as you all sat in your previous seats.

You turned to Milli, “This can’t be happening right now…” You whispered, watching her face blank and attention directed to the floor as she chewed on her lip. She feared the worst after being awarded the winner of the talent show, a target placed on her back at the worst time possible.

You reached your hand out to hold hers in comfort as George had his arm slung over your shoulder, leaning into his chest as your knee bounced up and down in nervousness. George pressed a soft kiss against your head, “You’re alright.” He murmured against your temple.

Once you were called over to vote someone to be eliminated, you sighed and stood up from your seat, glancing over at George and Milli one more time, shooting them a sweet smile.

Entering Room 19, you settled yourself down on the comfy sofa and crossed your legs, fiddling with your fingers as you debated your answer. “You guys are such dicks, you know that.” You pointed at the camera for starters.

“I’m going with this person because I feel like their alliance is strong and if you really want to win this game, you have to break them up… as mean as that sounds.” You cringed at your words.

“Also, I’m convinced this person will most likely vote for me so I’ve gotta back my chances of not getting voted out. So with that, I’m voting for Whitney.” You nodded awkwardly at the camera.

The crew inside Room 19 told you it was a good enough answer and requested you return to the living room. In doing so, you trudged back with a sigh and a sick feeling swirling in your stomach.

It was pretty obvious from previous encounters that people in the house were out to get you, so your chances of being voted out in this scenario were quite high, as much as you didn’t want to admit it. You knew you had people who wouldn’t vote for you, but the alliances were stacked against you.

You entered the room and fell back into your previous position, George greeted you with a soft smile that didn’t reach his eyes, but his arms were out for you to settle in.

“All right, guys. I don’t wanna be doing this.” Vik started, his hands clasped in front of him as he rocked on his feet next to Specs. “We had a lot of fun. I genuinely actually really enjoyed hosting that talent show, but the person eliminated from Inside today is…”

Your legs shook in nervousness and Milli’s head leant itself in your shoulder, neither of you feeling safe in this case. George’s hand intertwined with yours and stared at your side profile, you looking forward with your eyes trained on Vik, mentally begging him not to call your name out.

“Y/N.” Vik announced.

A couple people gasped and Milli’s jaw dropped next to you, her face painted with guilt and sorrow. George’s hand squeezed yours and you felt his tense up next to you, his eyes closed shut and lip caught between his teeth. You could hear him muttering beside you, “No, no, no.” His cheeks were flushed and he ran his hands through his hair as the consequence of his actions crept up on him.

“And Milli.” Vik announced.

Everyone’s head snapped towards the two who stood up, jaws dropping as Milli’s face paled. “What?” Her voice shook.

“Only one of you will be eliminated.” You threw your head in your hands as you felt the overwhelming pressure and sickening feeling settle in your stomach. Milli shook her head, “No. I’m not…” She peered over at you. “I’ll go.” She gripped your hand.

“Unfortunately, Milli. You can’t decide that… a game of rock-paper-scissors will decide your fate.” Vik reluctantly said, looking at the pair of you distraught on the sofa.

“Fuck.” You heard George curse next to you, his grip not loosening as you sat up and faced your new best friend in here, realising that in this moment, you could lose one of the people you were closest to in here.

You swallowed and looked at Milli who shook her head with a frown etched across her face. You both shared a look of agreement, that neither of you would be mad at the other if you were to go, and that the first thing you would do as soon as you leave this place is contact each other (and tell the other all the gossip they missed, but that was irrelevant right now).

Both of you held your fists out and counted to three, before you held out a scissor motion with your hand. Your heart dropped as you looked down at Milli’s which was held out in a paper motion.

“Oh my God.” You mumbled and left George’s grip, lunging yourself into a tight hug with Milli, her arms wrapping around you. Milli smiled and shook her head, “Y/N, it’s fine. I’m glad I got out because of you.”

You couldn’t help but feel immense guilt, not that it was your fault in any way, it was pure luck. Milli pulled away from the hug and placed her hands on your shoulders,

“You’re gonna win it, girlie.” She whispered and winked at you, voice low enough so no one else could hear as they all stood up to bid their farewells to Milli.

“Milli, you have ten minutes to collect your things and leave the house. You are eliminated from Inside.” Vik looked down at the floor.

Milli looked behind you and nodded for you to turn around, and in doing so, you made eye contact with George who was now stood up. You looked back at Milli who smiled at you, mentally telling you to seek him out.

You walked over to George with your head hung low, feeling his fingers brush your forearms. “You okay?” He whispered and ducked his head down to try and read your face. He understood from the shake of your head that you weren’t doing alright, and quickly pulled you into a tight hug, his hand placed on the back of your head and hid your face from the rest of the group.

His other hand rubbed up and down your back, guiding the pair of you to follow the group as Milli packed up her things. George brushed a stray hair away from your face and tucked it behind your ear, “Come on, let’s go say goodbye to Milli.” He said as his thumb lingered on your cheek.

Your heart sunk further into your stomach as Milli edged closer to the door, the constant reminder that it was partially your fault, or it could have been you with your suitcases in this moment was in the back of your mind.

“Hey, George, close the door.” Jason laughed as Milli waved from the otherside of the doorway. Milli jokingly shouted, “No!”

George leaned for the handle, “Stay out!” He laughed as he shut the door. As everyone made their way back into the living room, you peered into the glass window of the door and gave Milli one final wave goodbye, her reciprocating it and blowing you a kiss as the elevator doors closed on her.

As you walked back to the group, Cinna slung an arm around your shoulder, “You alright?” You looked at her and nodded slowly, “I will be.” She smiled at you.

“We’re so doing streams together once we’re out of here.” She nudged you with a wide grin on her face. You matched her expression, “Fuck yeah we are.” Cinna clapped and skipped back to the living room, pulling you behind her as your laughter could be heard around the house.

time skip!

You and George sat on the sofa with your feast settled on the cushions next to the pair of you, your back against his chest and his fingers rubbing circles into your skin that was snuck underneath the hem of your shirt.

You felt and heard him laugh behind you, his chest vibrating against you. Tilting your head back, you smiled at him, “What are you laughing at?” You poked at him.

George shook his head, “Nothing.” He shrugged. Not accepting that as a good enough answer, you sat up and turned to face him. “Well, obviously it’s something.” You shuffled towards him.

You watched him sigh and he intertwined his hand with yours. “It’s just funny…” He started but his voice trailed off. “What is?” You asked.

“Us.” He licked his lips. He took your furrowed brows as a sign to carry on, “It’s just ridiculous how we’ve been friends for ages and all it took was us being forced to live together for 5 days that I grew the balls to actually kiss you.”

Your cheeks grew red as you laughed at him, “If that’s how you wanna put it.” You shoved him in the shoulder lightly with your free hand. “It’s true though!” He defended his statement.

Your laughter quietened down and you stared at each other for a moment, “I can’t wait til we get out of here.” He whispered and edged closer to you. You leaned into him slightly, “Why’s that?” A smile crept up on your face.

“Because then we can act like a couple without cameras watching everything we do.” George said as his fingers toyed with yours. You raised a brow, “A couple?” He nodded with a soft smile etched on his face, “I’ll make it offical once we get outta here, don’t you worry about that, darling.” He ran a hand through his hand and grinned as your cheeks grew a shade of red.

“And I can do this without anyone interrupting us.” He leaned in and pressed his lips against yours, a hand finding its way to hold the back of your head and bring your face closer to his.

You smiled into the kiss and rested your hands on his chest, the fabric of his shirt bunched in your fist slightly as George deepened the kiss.

His other hand left yours and settled on your hip, squeezing it lightly as the sweet kiss continued.

George leaned into you which made you push him back with a laugh, “Not in the feast!” He looked around and saw the pizza resting on the cushion and nodded in acceptance.

You were lucky that George had pulled away from the kiss as Cinna walked into the room, the remaining Insiders trailing behind her as she waved everyone in, “Attention! Everyone!” She shouted, holding an envelope.

You and George got up and stood around the table with everyone else, “It says, ‘Congratulations Cinna. You’ve successfully completed your mission. You may reveal your mission to the group.’” Cinna read out loud.

“Guys, holy fuck! Today has been shitty.” Cinna flung her head back. You looked to your side to see George munching away on the pizza, barely recognising that Cinna was announcing something. You slapped his bicep with the back of your hand and nodded for him to listen in on Cinna; him responding with a grumbled confusion with his mouth full of food. You shook your head and balanced on your tip-toes to mutter to him, “Just listen and stop making out with the food.”

George coughed a laugh and covered his mouth as it was still stuffed. He swallowed and nudged his foot with yours, “Jealous, babe?”

You furrowed your brows, “Babe?” Your eyes crinkled as you chuckled, “That’s a new one.” You teased the nickname.

George just shrugged his shoulders, “Just trying something out.” Cinna sighed with exaggeration, “Lovebirds! Listen in!”

“Anyways, we have a challenge, and the challenge was on me the entire day.” Cinna started. “The challenge was for me to lie and say that I was a traitor for the Sidemen in order to convince all of you that you had to do something, or that you had to keep that secret. You could not tell the other person. Y/N, I’m surprised you didn’t tell George if I’m honest!” She pointed at you from across the table.

You smile sheepishly, “I nearly did,” You gestured with your fingers, “If you hadn’t said today, George would have known by the time we were in bed.” George raised his brows and slung an arm around your shoulder.

Cinna faked a gasp, “You were gonna rat me out to your boyfriend?” George only clicked his fingers, “Fuck yeah she was.” He stuck his tongue out at the American across the table as you waved your hands for Cinna to continue.

“And all day, I’ve been working on this shit so we can save money, and you guys spent £50K on this fucking feast so…” She trailed off. You looked up at George who slowly put the piece of pizza down, “Your greed sickens me.” You whispered to him.

George ignored you and clapped his hands together for Cinna and cheered, everyone else following suit.

time skip!

You and George were led in bed, his arm draped around you as you were fast asleep on your back. George was sitting upright slightly talking to Cinna, you being completely unaware of the conversation going on.

“I’m fully fucking regretting my decision.” George admitted and ran a hand through his hair. “As soon as I… I mean, I regretted it as soon as I came around the corner.” George made an effort not to move so much, not willing to risk you waking up and listening in.

Cinna nodded, “Yeah, I got scared that they were gonna go over who voted for who. And if it was you and you didn’t get voted out, it means that’s why Milli went home.”

George inhaled sharply, “Yeah…” Cinna continued, “Which is what it could have been. I was like, ‘Holy fuck.’”

“That’s why I kept second guessing everything.” George mumbled, his eyes drifting to you asleep in his arms.

Cinna nodded towards your frame, “Are you gonna tell her that you’re feeling like this?” George shook his head, “No, Cinna. I fucked up today.”

The American tilted her head, “What do you mean?” George stared at you, your relaxed features and hair sprawled out on the pillow, looking beautiful in the shirt that belonged to him.

He sighed and closed his eyes, “No… it’s nothing. Tomorrow is gonna be a whole different day.”

time skip!

“Rise and shine!” JJ’s voice echoed around the bedroom, causing you to groan and bury your head into George’s bare shoulder.

Your hands drifted to his back and lightly scratched the skin, “God, I’m never going to get used to that.” You complained about the shrill voice of your dear friend, feeling the urge to shout at him once you leave this house for waking you up in the most painful ways possible.

George sighed as you scratched his skin, “Don’t think the late night helped us, Y/N.” You felt him smirk against your temple.

You flicked his arm and sat up with the duvet pulled against your chest, “We are not talking about that on television, George.” You mocked him saying your name just as he had done before.

George looked at you as he rolled to lay on his back, “Didn’t object when the shower was cold though--” “George!” You gasped, ushering him to quieten his voice down in the room full of people; not wishing for them to hear the

late night rendezvous you got up to with George.

He laughed at you and reached for his cap that sat on the floor, placing the item backwards on your head. George patted the hat that sat on top of your bed hair, “Getting all shy the morning after?” He teased you.

You rolled your eyes and flicked the cap off your head, placing it on George, “You should wear this more often,” You stared at his rugged handsomeness as his mullet poked out the back of the cap, “It suits you.”

George smirked and ran a hand through the hair that was poking out, “Got a crush on me, Y/N?” He laughed. You only sighed and tried to suppress a smile, muttering that you needed to get ready for the day as you left the bed and strolled to the girls sitting at the table.

time skip!

You were led on the sofa, legs propped up on Cinna’s lap as you were curled into the corner of the sofa. You were in a deep chat with Cinna, discussing the night before and what’s left to come, muttering how you missed Milli. “She’s so gonna make fun of me once she sees what I’ve been doing without her.” You laughed.

Cinna smiled at you, “I can’t wait for the edits to appear on my for you page, especially the ship ones!” She winked at George who was sitting next to you but engaged in a different conversation. You grinned, “There better be ones of me to Taylor Swift songs.”

“Don’t worry, Chris will be on that.” George poked in the conversation, mentioning how his blonde friend back at home was a fan of the artist, hence why you and him went to the Eras Tour together.

Everyone in the room groaned as Tobi rounded the corner, “Hi, Insiders. How are we feeling?” He waved at all of you. You all murmured in response.

“Nervous?” Tobi tilted his head, “Do you guys know how to feel when you see me?” Shaking your head, Tobi smiled at you and continued.

“Insiders, one by one… you’ll be sent down to Room 19, where you will receive further instructions. While you are in this room, there must be zero communication amongst yourselves. If I see anyone break that, £20,000 will instantly be deducted from the prize fund. The first Insider to go down to Room 19 will be Mr. PK Humble.” Tobi said.

The room was suffocated with silence, dread swarming in the pit of your stomach, mentally praying it wouldn’t be the same situation as yesterday; you couldn’t go through all that again.

Once your name was called, you trugged over to Room 19 and sat in the familiar seat, stomach twisting with nerves. You were told the rules, vote for someone you want to eliminate and vote for someone you wish to gain immunity, but they were at risk of elimination.

You groaned, “Oh God, this is tough…” You bit your lip and shook your head, “I would vote George for immunity but I can’t take that risk, I can’t have him up for elimination.” You confessed to the cameras.

Your fingers wound together, “This is gonna sound so horrible.” You tilted your head back to hide the expression your face read, “But I’m going to vote for Whitney again. I’m convinced she doesn’t like me so I’ve gotta protect myself… I don’t know!” You gestured and laughed with nerves.

“And the other person I want to vote for is Mya.” You nodded, “Because I like to think she doesn’t hate me and we’ve bonded since the start, so I would like her to get immunity… and no one else will vote for her so I know she’ll be safe!” You smiled at the camera, pleased with your answer.

As you entered the living room once more, George winked at you as you walked back to your seat. Tobi pointed a finger at you, “Hey! No communicating!” Your eyes widened and looked between him and George, “We didn’t say anything!” You protested.

Tobi squinted his eyes and flickered his gaze between you two, “Fine… consider this a formal warning.” You sighed gratefully and fell back into your seat, legs placed back on Cinna’s lap.

“Insiders, you were each asked to vote for two people. I can now confirm that the most votes were received by… George.”

Your heart dropped into your stomach and your head snapped to face him, seeing him nod slowly in acceptance. You shook your head and your brows furrowed to try and hold back tears, the realisation that it was all over for you and George hitting you so suddenly, “I’m not--”

“And Farah.” Tobi finished.

You swallowed and your heart sank further as you remembered what you had to do yesterday against your best friend. “Meaning you’ve put us in that position again.” Tobi looked down.

George sighed and slowly inched his hand into yours underneath the cushion, fingers intertwining and squeezing your hand, worried he’ll have to let go soon. “Fuck.” He muttered.

“As we learnt yesterday, the person going home will be decided by a game of rock-paper-scissors.” Tobi repeated.

George glanced over at you, seeing you were already looking at him with a solem facial expression. He tilted his head and bit his lip to stop a frown sneaking its way on his face, “Y/N, please don’t.” He mumbled seeing your eyes flood with tears threatening to spill, hand cupping your face, “Don’t worry about me.” You shook your head, not trusting your words.

George leaned in and pressed a kiss to the side of your head as he was asked to stand up at the front, looking over at you one more time, “I’m fine.” He mouthed, but you could read his disappointed face he was trying to hide from everyone else, but you knew him too well.

You breathed out heavily, head resting on Cinna’s shoulder and she slung a comforting arm around your shoulder. Everyone stared as George and Farah nodded at each other, hands held out ready to play.

As soon as Tobi said, “Shoot.” Your eyes were trained on George’s hand, watching it form a fist; quickly switching over to see Farah’s in the form of scissors. You sighed and tilted your head back, listening to everyone else gasp in the room.

“Farah, you have been eliminated.” George immediately pulled her into a hug, obviously feeling at fault for her elimination, similar to how you felt the night before.

You walked over to Farah first, embracing her and flattening out the hair that had tangled on the back of her head, “I’m gonna miss you.” You reassured her, Farah’s smile filled with tears the only response she gave you, too overwhelmed to formulate a proper response, one in which you respected.

Watching Farah leave the room with everyone else, you looked behind you and saw George standing awkwardly to the side with his hands bunched in his jogger pockets.

You swallowed, “Don’t scare me like that.” You told him, breathing out as you felt tears well in your eyes as everything became all too overstimulating at the moment. Within less than 12 hours, you and George were one vote away from your bags void of this room and bed’s empty as if you were never even there.

George wrapped his arms around your waist, swaying the pair of you back and forth. You were still shaken about how you and George had nearly been sent home, and the fact that you had lost some of the people you were closest with in this house.

George’s hand stroked the back of your head, “That was fucking awful.” You mumbled tearfully into his chest, listening to the sound of his heartbeat to calm yourself down. “It’s alright, it’s alright.” He whispered into your hair, repeatedly pressing kisses on your forehead to sooth you.

You pulled yourself back from his chest, still leaning against him as you tilted your head up to look at him. “Who did you vote for? Both times.” You whispered, hand fiddling with his top as he stroked loose hairs back from your face, wanting to capture your beauty more.

George held your face in his hand, pausing before saying, “Whitney.” You nodded and tried to hold back your tears for the second wave. Your lips trembled as your voice broke, “Me too.”

George pressed his forehead against yours, “If you leave, I’ll leave too.”

Tears started running down your face again, George tugged you into his arms more securely. “I’m so sorry.” He mumbled into your hair.

You chose to ignore his apology, seeing as it wasn’t relevant, it was never his fault you two were both forced into these situations. You only pulled him into the hug tighter, his reassuring words going deaf to your ears; just one more day and you’ll be leaving this house, with or without the money, but definitely with George.

time skip!

“Foam dart blaster! We could all get Nerf guns and have a Nerf gunfight!” George exclaimed, joy written all over his face as he shook your shoulders from behind, reading out the items from the shop.

You gasped as you read the list, matching George’s excitement. “We could team up!” You twisted to face him, raising both your hands to high five him. He grabbed your hands and jumped up and down with you, both of you squealing like kids.

DDG confirmed one dart blaster to double check what they were like and when the item emerged from the shop, everyone gasped and tried to reach for it. “Oh my God!” George’s grin grew wider. DDG pointed at George, “Get five more.”

Cinna counted out the rest of the people as George stood up to the camera, “I’d like to confirm seven dart blasters.” He smiled at the camera.

The door opened to reveal all the dart blasters, everyone reaching for one. “Look at the state of these things!” George gasped and dragged you over, holding your hand. “Damn! Fuck dinner. Let’s go eat this.” He admired the blasters, passing one to you.

You turned to Cinna, “He’s actually gonna pick a dart blaster over me.” Shaking your head and pointing at George as he cradled the weapons. He nodded at you with raised brows, “You’ve been replaced, I’m sharing the bed with these tonight.”

Cinna laughed at your blank facial expression, you looking at the camera to check if you had heard George correctly.

After some time, you sat at the table with Mya, chatting about life and what you’re going to do with the money if you win it. Your conversation was interrupted as George tapped you on the shoulder, “Come with me.” He winked, your eyes glancing down at the gun slung over his shoulder.

You grabbed yours off the table and rounded the corner to see Cinna and PK led on the floor as if they had been shot, “Say hello to my little friend!” George reenacted and started shooting at the pair, you laughed and joined in, aiming for Cinna who didn’t realise there were two of you.

“What the fuck!” Cinna gasped and sat up, picking up her gun and aiming for you, getting a good few shots in. PK rolled around on the floor, you unable to hold your laughter in when George started yelling.

Cinna managed to aim perfectly and hit you straight in the head, “Oh! Headshot!” She yelled out in excitement and cheered. You pretended to fall back and slide down the wall, playing the part as if you died, yet George hadn’t noticed and continued shooting.

You kicked George’s shin, “George! I’m literally dead!” Cinna burst out laughing. “What?” George yelled back but didn’t spare you a glance, still shooting PK.

“George, I shot your girlfriend!” Cinna pointed at your body on the floor. George furrowed his brows and looked down at you. He dropped his gun and dramatically yelled, “No!” He knelt down to reach your level.

He was about to perform a full monologue mourning your death, but you couldn’t hold in your laughter and you leaned forward to rest your head on George’s shoulder.

You nodded towards his gun behind him, “You went fully sexy Nathan Drake then.” You winked at him and he laughed as your niche reference. “Only you would say that.” He shook his head and offered his hands out to help you up off the floor, which you accepted.

time skip!

“Let’s recreate scenes!” PK had suggested, prompting all of you to reenact the moment Mandi was eliminated. “Where were we all?” You asked, looking around the room.

PK pointed at Cinna, “You and me, we’ll pretend to be Y/N and George!” The American hopped off her spot on the beanbag and layed out on the sofa. PK sat next to her and held her hands, shifting shoulder to shoulder with her. “We’re not gonna recreate it all because that wouldn’t be Netflix appropriate.” PK smirked, staring straight at the camera in the corner of the room with a suggestive eyebrow raise.

Your mouth dropped open, “We are not like that!” You said as you watched PK and Cinna pretend to lean in for a kiss before staring straight at each other. Cinna whipped her head around to you, “Yeah! You’re worse!” PK threw his head back laughing.

Jason began the scene until he was interrupted with the TV behind him going off; ‘Please head to the Challenge Arena.’ It read.

Everyone exclaimed while some (Jason and PK) cheered. The group walked down to the Arena, the door opening to reveal a screen and a seat next to it, the screen reading ‘Spill The Tea.’

“I’m cooked.” PK laughed. George wrapped an arm around your waist and tugged you close, pressing a soft kiss against the side of your head and dragging you down onto the seat next to him, squished between him and Mya, his hand settling on your thigh as Ethan and Tobi stood proud before you.

“It’s time to spill the tea.” Ethan smiled, barely able to contain his excitement for the drama about to ensue. “Let’s see what you guys really think about each other. Each one of you will be called to the hot seat, and you’ll be questioned on something someone said or done, and it’s your job to get the correct answer.”

After a couple rounds, it was PK’s turn to be in the spotlight. Tobi read off the cue cards, “Which Insider was told, ‘After our kiss last night, I haven’t stopped thinking about you.’”

You closed your eyes in silent horror, hearing the group of people around you all gasp and look between each other. PK’s mouth dropped open, “What have I missed?” He laughed and rocked on his chair.

You and George subtly looked over at each other, trying to hide the grin and pink cheeks that were growing on both of your faces. “Who’s kissing who?” Pk mumbled to himself; George’s hand on your thigh tensed and squeezed it slightly as his attention remained on the man in front of you all.

PK squinted his eyes and pointed at you and George, “Somethings telling me it’s you two…” You held a straight face as Tobi’s stare watched to see if you communicated the answer in any way to PK.

PK smirked as he saw George’s hand comfortably on your thigh, “Yeah, I’m going with the two lovebirds over there.”

Ethan nodded and urged everyone to look at the screen, “Let’s find out.”

The screen turned on to show you and George sat at the vanity in the bedrooms, staring into each other's eyes. The room gasped and bellowed in laughter and screams as the intimate moment between you and George was exposed, causing you to hide your face in his neck, hearing his airy chuckles as he watched on.

“And after our kiss last night,” Your cheek burned under his touch. “I haven’t stopped thinking about you. Everything about you, Y/N.” He whispered, heart sinking at your silence, “Please say something.” He pleaded.

Instead of saying anything, you leaned forward and pressed your lips against his harshly. He grunted in shock and quickly settled into the kiss, hand rounding to the back of your head and tangling in your hair, pushing your face closer to his. George tilted his head to deepen the kiss, his tongue slipping past your lips. You sighed at the contact and wound your hand through his mullet, finding yourself leaning forward to practically sit on his lap.

George noticed this and placed his hands on the backs of your thighs, hoisting you onto his lap, catching you by surprise. You yelped into the kiss which caused him to part from you for a moment, “You drive me insane, Y/N.” Your hands cupped his cheeks and you could feel his jaw moving from the intensity he was kissing you with, heat flowing through your body.

“Well, PK. You got both answers spot on!” Tobi clapped.

PK tore his eyes away from the screen with his jaw slack, “George, you horny bastard!” He yelled, pointed at the man who blinked in shock. You covered your mouth to suppress your laughter as everyone, including Tobi and Ethan, slammed the table near them in screeches of laughter.

It was then your turn to be in the hot seat, “Y/N, please join us at the front.” Ethan called your name, he avoided eye contact with you, a sinking feeling settling in his stomach as he held the cue card to reveal your question.

“Oh no…” You pulled an awkward smile, standing up from your seat and letting George’s hand that was resting on your thigh fall off. As you walked away, you heard him mutter a soft, “Good luck.” You winked back at him.

You sat down onto the stool, adjusting your hoodie as you felt your nerves perk up. Looking over at Ethan, he cleared his throat and looked at you with a guilty facial expression. “Y/N. An Insider has lied to you.”

Your eyebrows raised as the people sat down opposite you dropped their mouths open, Cinna looking between them all and mumbling a “What?”

You were shocked to say the least, “Oh…” You laughed awkwardly and fiddled with the hem of your hoodie as Ethan continued. “An Insider has previously lied to you about who they voted for. Please may you name who you think this Insider is.” He declared.

You licked your lips, peering over at the group and seeing their stoic facial expressions. You were confused, you assumed everyone had been truthful to you about their voting habits in the past, now second guessing everything anyones said to you beforehand.

Scratching your jawline, you wince and let your eyes trail everyones body language to see if anyone was subtly giving you a hint, despite it not being a part of the game. “Oh, God…” You bit your lip.

Cinna held a calm facial expression, you had already crossed her off your list as she confirmed to you a couple days ago that she wouldn’t and has never lied to you within this house. Mya looked downwards, actively avoiding eye-contact with you as she picked at her nails. George’s leg was bouncing up and down, his elbows leaning on his knees as his hand rubbed against his chin; he stared directly at you with pleading eyes, taking keen notice of how his face looked paler than usual.

When you weren’t looking, George shook his head and made eye-contact with Ethan and Tobi on the side, both of them looking back at him with a subtle frown and a dreadful feeling looming over them.

You took a deep breath, “I’m gonna go with PK,” You pointed at him, “Only because I’m going off the assumption that they’re tricking me and the lying took place in one of the early days.” PK nodded at you with an understanding smile. “And me and PK weren’t close by then, so he might have lied to keep himself safe and in the game.” You reasoned.

Tobi nodded, “So your final answer is PK?” You deliberated for a moment, cringing and finalising, “Yes. I’m locking in PK.”

Tobi breathed out heavily and screwed his eyes shut, then pointed at the screen behind you. “Let’s see if you were right.”

You swiveled yourself around on the stood, “Fuck.” You bit your lip and tried to play off this whole event with a forced smile, your heart pounding out of your chest.

The TV flicked on and showed the image of you and George stood in an embrace after Farah’s elimination.

Your eyes widened and you snapped your head around to face George, confused by this entire thing and allowing yourself to give him the benefit of the doubt at the moment when the video wasn’t finished.

George held your face in his hand, pausing before saying, “Whitney.” You nodded and tried to hold back your tears for the second wave. Your lips trembled as your voice broke, “Me too.”

George pressed his forehead against yours, “If you leave, I’ll leave too.”

Tears started running down your face again, George tugged you into his arms more securely. “I’m so sorry.” He mumbled into your hair.

The TV paused for a moment, allowing you to turn back to George who stared at the floor. Your brows were furrowed alongside everyone else's. You shook your head, “Wait, so who the fuck did you vote for?”

Ethan sighed, “Y/N, please may you turn your attention back to the screen.”

You obliged, swallowing a sick feeling bubbling in your throat as you heard George behind you protesting, “No, no. Let’s not--” “Y/N, watch the video.” Tobi stated.

Your palms were sweating and your head hurt as you watched the TV flick back on. A picture of George sat in Room 19.

George sighed, crossing his legs on the sofa as he held the cards in his hands, looking through the familiar faces before picking one out. He held the back of the card to the camera as he began to explain his voting.

“This is an extremely tough decision to make,” He said, fumbling with the corners of the card. “I like everyone in the house now, we’ve all warmed up to each other and I’ve already made memories to last a lifetime.”

George licked his lips and shook his head, “But I feel like I’ve been playing it safe this entire time and it’s clear that in doing so, people have seen me as a target to vote out.”

“I can’t have people in here thinking I’m playing a game, we’re all here for the same reason and would go to certain lengths to get it.” He rubbed his face with his hands, groaning into them. Then leaning back and resting both of his arms on the back of the sofa.

“I’ve decided to vote for this person because I’m completely convinced that they’ll be safe, so technically my vote doesn’t count for anything.” He started his reasoning.

“But in doing so, I’m also proving a point with my vote. It’ll probably shake up the house for all the wrong reasons but… I guess that’s part of the reason why I’m doing it.” He laughed and threw his head back, running his fingers through his hair before picking up the card again.

“So, with that. I’ve decided to vote for…” He flipped the card around to show the camera.

“Y/N.”

The video ended as everyone around you gasped.

You fell still, heart pounding as you felt it sink deeper in your stomach. You shook your head with your tongue wedged between your teeth, biting down hard as you tried to stop the tears from falling from your water coated eyes. Your hands were shaking as you itched your neck, feeling a flush of embarrassment running through your body.

You refused to turn around, you couldn’t bear to see anyone, especially George, with you crying over the person you were the closest with to betray you.

Fuck, you had literally kissed yesterday. You literally fucking slept with him. And he wants you out; what happened to ‘if you leave, I leave’ bullshit? Was he always lying? Did this entire ‘relationship’ mean anything to him? Or did he just want to win and saw you as an easy route to the final?

“Y/N, I am so sorr--” George started. “Don’t.” Your voice trembled, holding back tears. You wanted to get out of this room right now, the feeling was suffocating you.

You looked over at the void where you previously sat, feeling sick that you had to sit next to him again. Shaking your head, you walked to the opposite end of the bench, nodding for Jason to move down and for you to sit on the end.

In silence, Jason obliged with a guilty face, feeling awful for you right now. You felt George’s eyes burn into the side of you face, lip tucked between his teeth with words and apologies threatening to spill; but since he’s fucked up so bad already, he owed you the right for space right now.

Sitting down, you rubbed your face with your hands, sighing heavily and clearing your throat to cover any emotion that was spilling over. PK’s hands brushed your shoulders and squeezed them in support, you placed your hand on top of his as a silent appreciation.

“Y/N, are you okay?” Ethan said softly, eyes casting over you sat with your head low. You shrugged your shoulders, “I don’t know.” You said, voice coming out a lot quieter than you intended, words trembling as your hands shook in the sleeves of your hoodie.

Tobi nodded at you, “Alright. We’ll move on.” He shared a glance with Ethan, “I’m gonna call PK back to the hot seat.”

“Which Insider has lied about their temptation?” He was asked. You knew it was George, he had told you. The reminder of his immunity felt like they were rubbing salt into the wound, the image of you refusing a moment of clarity for George and his safely in this show, and his willingness to vote you out; when was this fucking challenge going to end?

After locking in the answer of Jason, the clip of George rolled through. You didn’t look up at the screen, eyes glued to the floor as your lips trembled, eyes rolling back to stop tears blurring your vision.

Cinna watched you as the clip played, reaching her hand behind Jason and tapping your side. You looked up at the contact and felt Cinna’s hand nudge yours, you let her hand intertwine with yours, knowing you needed the comfort right now. A frown deepened on your face, the impending sickening feeling of George snaking you out replayed over and over in your head; kicking and torturing you for being so naive.

George raised his hand to defend his case, “I would like to say I did feel absolutely awful as soon as I went round the corner. I told Y/N. I told Cinna. I told Milli.” He glanced over at you, yet you didn’t look anywhere near his direction.

Jason turned to you, “You knew?” You swallowed and looked at him, “Yeah, but if I knew we were snaking each other out, I would have told you all.” You spat to try and deflect your sadness.

George let out a sigh, stomach swarming with guilt; he needed to talk to you immediately. “Y/N…” “No, it’s fine. Gotta do what you gotta do to win.” You shrugged your shoulders and stared ahead, the screen in front of you a mockery to what you wish you hadn’t seen.

Tobi sighed, “Wow. That was some spillage.” Ethan looked over at everyone, “I think the dynamic’s shifted a bit.”

Once you were given the signal to leave, you instantly hopped out your seat and strode towards the exit doors, waiting for no one. George watched you leave, lingering in his seat for a moment and sighing, looking over at where you once sat next to him with his hand on your thigh, smiling and tucking your head into his neck.

Jason tapped George on the shoulder, “You gonna talk to her?” George nodded, “Eventually. Well, when she wants to see me.”

Jason cringed, “You fucked up, brother.” George nodded and rubbed his face with his hands, “I know.” He mumbled. “I know.” He repeated in a whisper.

time skip!

“Hey, can we talk?” You heard George mumble from around the corner. You were sitting where you had kissed, once a happy memory, but now tainted with a feeling that none of it was real.

You didn’t respond, so George took the liberty to sit down next to you with enough comfortable space between you two.

“I’m sorry.” He started.

“No, you’re not.” You whispered, voice thick with sadness.

George tilted his head with furrowed brows, “Y/N, I really am…” He sighed watching you shake your head with a humorous laugh, lip tucked between your teeth and tears brimming on your waterline.

“Why would you do that?” You mumbled. George looked down to the floor, “I don’t know. I wasn’t thinking.”

“What night was it?” You faced him, staring daggers into his solemn face. His head whipped up and his face was etched with confusion. “What?” “Which night did you vote for me?” You spoke with certainty.

George’s face paled, “Y/N, that’s not what I want--” “Tell me.” You left no room for digression.

You watched him swallow and eyes trail over you, as if this confession could lose you. As if he was never going to see you again, at least in this light. His chest rose up and down a lot quicker, his heart pounding against his chest.

“The first one.” He said with regret.

Your face fell as you reflected on that night. The one in which you were almost eliminated. If it wasn’t for your insane luck and Milli’s generosity, you would have not been in this house right now, and believing George missed you; but he was the biggest game player here.

“Oh, my fucking God…” You muttered, eyes trailing away from him. You heard him sigh, “Let me explain.” “Explain what?” You interrupted him, “George, I was basically eliminated! And you didn’t fucking care, you were part of the reason!”

You remembered his face of regret when Vik said you received the lowest voices, thinking at the time, that he was upset at your departure; but no, he realised he was at fault and had to face the consequences of his impulse actions that had led you two to this exact moment.

You covered your face with your hands as it became too overwhelming, “What happened to the ‘You leave, I leave’ bullshit, George?”

He didn’t meet your eyes. All the excuses and apologies that he had planned and were on the tip of his tongue before entering this room had fallen off his lips, reduced to immense guilt as he felt you slipping away from his grasp.

“Did I mean anything to you, George? Or were you just playing the game?” George’s eyes snapped up to see tears streaming down your face.

“No! It was never that!” He started, hands waving around as his brows upturned. “Was I an easy route to the final?” You ignored him.

“No!” George shook his head, desperation seeping in his voice. “Someone to make you feel less lonely being here?” You laughed painfully, thinking back to all your shared moments and considering if any of it was real, let alone last.

George reached for your hand, “Y/N, please…” You flinched away from his touch, “Clearly not because you were happy to get me the fuck out of here!” You thought back to your last question, disregarding any point George tried to make, he understood he messed up, but he needed to feel what you felt.

George sighed and let your statement linger in the air, silence suffocating the room for a moment. “Y/N, you are so much more than this stupid game.” He said. You looked over at him and saw the rims of his eyes were red, cheeks pale and hair messy. Any other time, you would have wrapped him up in your arms and held him close, stroking his hair and kissing his face, whispering sweet nothings; because you knew that man, but you didn’t know the one sat in front of you right now.

You tilted your head and looked at him, “Then why did you pick it over me.” You whispered.

George couldn’t respond. He couldn’t deny you because he knew you were right. His heart plummeted into his stomach as you looked tired from crying, tears staining your cheeks and hands shaking as you brushed hair away from your face, an action he once had the privilege to do, but screwed it all up. He regretted it the moment he said your name in Room 19, the words fell off his tongue as if he was speaking a different language, it didn’t feel right. But he still did it, and he couldn’t take it back.

You couldn’t bear the silence or him anymore and made a move to leave the room. Standing up slowly, you heard George one more time, “I’m so sorry.”

You glanced at him, “I don’t care.” And you left the room, leaving your heart behind you and your rational head questioning if there was any point being in here now; the game had played you, and you didn’t know if you wanted to play it anymore.

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𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓!

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

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

(… just read and see… but apparently i grinded out this many words idk how i did that ANYWAYS)

(ps. i will warn u that this is my favourite taylor swift song, if that’s not a big enough hint then we'll find out xx)

wc: 10.1K

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“Who’s taking the first shift y’all?” Jason questioned as the room consisted of two chairs facing CCTV screens. You groaned as you realised what the challenge was and the lack of sleep you would get as a result.

George and Jason were given the first shift. George let go of you and leant in to press a kiss against your cheek, but as he crouched down to do so, you turned your head to face him which caused him to accidentally peck the corner of your mouth.

Both of you jumped back in surprise and your faces flushed red, “Oh, God! Y/N, I’m sorry!” George laughed and held your face which was stucken with a shocked facial expression and held back the opportunity to burst out laughing.

“Jesus, George!” Jason groaned, “Kiss your girlfriend goodbye later, we’ve got money to save!” You shoved George towards the American and wished him good luck, linking arms with Milli and walking out the room.

George sat down and pulled on the high vis jacket, “I think we’re gonna be okay. We’ve got the first shift.” Jason nodded, “Yeah, we’re good.”

George placed his hands on the table, mind still reeling from accidentally nearly kissing you moments before, “We seem to understand the rules. I think we might be losing a lot of money tonight.”

Jason rocked on his chair and smirked, “How about this?” George glanced over at him, “Do you fancy anyone in that room?”

George rolled his head back with a smile, “Come on, man. You know the answer to that.” He laughed as Jason hit his shoulder. “When are you gonna make a move on her, dude?”

George shrugged his shoulders and gestured with his hands, “I don’t know, everytime I try to in this fucking house people always walk in!” He furrowed his brows and shook his head while laughing.

Jason smacked the table through his laughter, “Swear down, brother. Put a note on the door or something, get down with her, and none of us will interrupt you! We’re all waiting for it!” George covered his face as his cheeks grew a shade red, Jason’s teasing getting to him.

George chuckled, “Just blokes being blokes, chatting about girls.”

Out of boredom, the boys decided to switch seats and Jason asked, “What temptation would you take? What if it said, ‘George, sign the contract?’”

George lifted an eyebrow, “They wouldn’t risk that.” He laughed at his own joke (as per usual) “Uh, I think a sleeping pill.”

“Immunity. That’s the only one. Yeah.” George decided, his legs kicked up on the desk as he shifted in his chair. Jason nodded at his answer, “Why’s that?” George sighed and ran a hand through his hair, “Because I could be in here longer with her.”

Jason covered a smile with his hand, “Really?” George nodded and stared forward, thinking about you. What were the chances you were fast asleep on the floor right down, curled up in his hoodie that he gave you. Were you also still thinking about how close you two had been to kissing; which time? He mentally cursed himself for the dozens of cameras and people who constantly decided to tune in at the worst timings.

“I’m doing this all for her now, ever since I saw her enter on that first day.” George admitted, “If I have the chance to be in here as long as I can and enjoy… whatever we’ve got on at the moment with no pressure from the outside world; I’m gonna take it, man.”

Jason patted George on the shoulder, “To be in love, huh?” George jokingly rolled his eyes and shoved Jason’s hand off him.

“How about at the start of the next four minutes, you name 100 women.” George laughed, “Your top 100 women and then at the start of my four minutes, I then name my top 100 women.” The duo laughed and nodded their heads.

George started, “Okay, Biff from the Biff and Chip books. Uh, I’m gonna go for Hermione Granger.” Jason agreed with that one and started laughing. “Why are you laughing, man?” George asked through chuckles.

“I’m waiting to hear Y/N’s name.” He smiled. George winked at him, “Oh, don’t you worry, Jason. I’m saving my girl for top spot.” He licked his lips and cockily shrugged his shoulders, leaning back in the chair.

The screen in front of them changed, “Next on shift is Whitney and Mya.” George read out loud, “We have to go get them. That is… Oh, fuck.” George muttered and quickly stood out of his chair, Jason following suit and sprinted out of the room with the boy, shouting “Whitney and Mya!”

You jumped as you heard loud footsteps bounding down the hallway, sitting up abruptly from your uncomfortable seat on the floor sitting in between Milli and Cinna. Standing up, you saw George flinging off his high vis jacket and tossing it at Mya as she caught it.

George found himself gravitating towards you, his shoulder brushing yours as you stood opposite Jason, him explaining what had just gone on. “We didn’t have temptation. We were just talking about women.”

Your eyebrows shot up, “Women?” Jason laughed at you, “We were doing, like, name 100 women in four minutes. Don’t worry, Y/N, George put you first.” “Jason, you don’t tell her that!” George groaned and covered his face with his hands, turning away from the group in hopes they didn’t see his blushing face. Farah burst out laughing with you and you both pointed at George’s embarrassment.

“Wait, Jason! What did he say?” Farah exclaimed. Jason smirked and recited George’s words, “I’m saving my girl for top spot.”

DDG barked out in laughter as Farah wheezed next to you, as you giggled and covered your mouth. You walked over to George and wrapped your hand around his bicep to pull him close to you, his face hovering over yours as his height towered over you. “I think it’s sweet.” You mumbled for only him to hear.

He pulled his face out of his hands and looked at you, he pulled you into a tight hug and swayed the pair of you as the others in the room conversed. George tilted his head down to your ear, “God, I hope we get chosen to go on watch soon because I need to be with you alone for once.” Your stomach swarmed with butterflies and you couldn’t help the grin from spreading onto your face as George’s breath tickled your face and the manner of his words sent a rushing feeling into your stomach.

Some time had passed and you hadn’t been called in to watch for the night yet. The challenge was painfully slow and you found yourself drifting off ever so slightly. You were sitting on the sofa with George and Milli was sitting on the beanbag on the floor, opposite you.

Your head was leaning on George’s shoulder and his arm was draped on the back of the sofa. The position was a little uncomfortable as George’s shoulder was a lot higher than you could reach; groaning, you readjusted yourself and tried to get somewhat comfy.

“What’s wrong?” George asked, seeing you shuffle away from him. You sighed, “I can’t get comfy.”

George nodded and eyed you, “Come here.” He tapped his thighs. Tilting your head, you questioned him. “What?”

Suddenly, George pulled your figure onto his lap, adjusting you so you sat with you back against his but your legs could be sprawled out on the sofa where you had just been sitting. He snuck his arms around your waist and tugged you tight against his strong chest, hands slipping underneath your shirt and his cold hand settled on your stomach.

“That better?” He whispered from behind you. You nodded contently and leaned your head back to rest against his shoulder, having a better height advantage now you were at his level. “Much better.”

You heard Milli scoff from opposite you, “Jesus, if we’re gonna be here a while; please keep the PDA to a minimum, I don’t wanna look over in a minute and see you two humping each other.”

Others in the room who heard Milli’s outrageous statement covered their mouth to suppress a laugh, while you lifted your hand and flipped her off without sparing her a second glance, but understood that she saw it as her giggles rang around the room.

You found yourself dozing off in George’s comfortable hold; the position familiar as you had spent all but one night attached to him in this house. The soft rise and fall of his chest against you helped your eyes flutter closed, and his fingers rubbing small patterns into your skin sent a chill down your spine.

The blaring alarm noise and the lights beaming red caused you to jolt up on George’s lap, your hips accidentally grinding against his in the process which went unknown to you.

You looked in front of you to see Milli had gone and Cinna’s presence in the room had disappeared too. You blinked in surprise as you tried to calculate how long you had been out for.

Upon realising you had lost money as Milli and Cinna hadn’t reached the room in time, you tossed your head back and readjusted yourself on George’s lap again. George’s hand suddenly found your hips to halt your movements and he suppressed a groan by hiding his head in your shoulder, “Fuck, don’t do that.”

You turned around to face him in confusion until you felt something digging into your thigh. You hid your laughter and shook your head at him, “Fucking hell, George. There’s a time and a place.” You teased him.

He groaned again and mumbled, “I can’t help it.” His strong hands situated you on his lap for full coverage, now fully aware he was in a room full of cameras and couldn’t handle people and the public seeing something so embarrassing from you simply sitting on his lap.

Meanwhile in the watch room, Milli and Cinna sat looking at the cameras.

Milli nudged Cinna and pointed at the camera which was facing you and George in the main area, his arms wrapped around you and his head tucked into the crook of your neck. “Why can’t they just shag and get it over with?” Milli laughed.

Cinna whipped her head around and nodded wildly at Milli, “Literally! I’m just waiting to wake up and see an open condom wrapper chucked in the middle of the bedroom!” They both laughed and wheeled their chairs around to inspect the scene at hand.

They watched as you tried not to laugh and ran your hands through George’s mullet while he dared to show his face. “What’s she laughing at?” Cinna tilted her head.

Milli shrugged, “I don’t know.” They realised it had nothing to do with anyone else in the room as your attention was solely on George, yet he didn’t want to remove his face from hiding behind you.

The girls raised their eyebrows as you hopped to get up jokingly, only to be yanked back down on George’s lap immediately and his arms wrapping around your waist tighter so you couldn’t pull a stunt like that again.

Their jaws dropped as they saw George’s flushed face peek out from your second departure, “George! You dirty dog!” Milli yelled and Cinna covered her mouth to not burst into laughter.

“We’re never letting him live this down, right?” Cinna raised a brow at Milli. “Never.” The blonde girl confirmed.

The screen in front of them changed and said ‘George and Y/N’. The pair jumped up and screamed, “George and Y/N!” as they rounded the corner.

You head shot up from teasing George upon hearing your name, “Shit!” You cursed and stood up quickly with George still attached to you. “Oh, you’re joking.” George murmured as he tried to conceal his issue by waddling behind you as you tried to make a sprint for the room.

The entire group laughed at him, “George, you can let your girlfriend go for one second!” George shook his head and refused to look at them as they luckily hadn’t realised the need for George to keep his lower half hidden, “I can’t!”

Milli and Cinna passed you and George on the way to the room, seeing the predicament up close caused them to double over in laughter. The two girls walked back into the main area holding onto each other and giggling.

“Young love, am I right?” PK gestured to where you and George had left the room. Milli’s brows raised, “If that’s what you want to call it.” “What did you say?” Mya asked. “Nothing!” Milli and Cinna said at the same time, but not without looking at each other with a mischievous glint in their eye first.

You and George entered the room and quickly entered the code in, sighing in relief as the timer reset.

George stood back from you while his hands still rested on your waist, you heard him sigh and leaned down to catch his breath. You turned in his hold and sent a cheeky smile his way. “Don’t even.” He grumbled, shaking his head.

You laughed, “Well, I can’t pretend it didn’t happen, George. I felt it--” “Alright! Alright!” He cut you off and sat down on the chair, crossing his legs.

You followed suit and sat down in the other chair, “I’m flattered, really--” “Fuck off, Y/N.” He laughed and shook his head.

The pair of you sat in silence for a moment, comfortable in each other's presence. George groaned, “I swear if Netflix put this in the show…” You looked at him and giggled, sliding your chair closer to his so there was no space between them.

George looked intently into your eyes, “I meant it, you know.”

Your eyes flickered from his own to his lips, “I know.”

The two of you stared at each other and found yourselves growing closer, neither of you realising you had leant in at any time. “I’m just waiting for you to make a move.” You whispered and never broke eye-contact with him.

George’s smirk grew and he leaned back in his chair, eyes scanning the room before they landed on you, “We’re alone. No one’s in here.” He licked his lips and pulled your chair against his.

You nodded with a grin, “Just us.”

George’s hand brushed a stray hair away from your face and cupped your cheek, his face leaning into yours. “No interruptions.” He whispered as his eyes flickered down to your lips.

You hummed in agreement, mind frazzled from his face being so close to yours and the knowledge that no one could interrupt this moment. George swallowed and shook his head, “Fuck, Y/N.”

His lips connected softly with yours, sighing into the kiss and his unoccupied hand finding home on your waist. Your hands wound into his mullet and tugged his face closer to yours as his mouth opened to deepen the kiss.

He pulled back for a moment, “God, I’ve waited so long for this.” You were about to respond but he pulled you back in for a searing kiss, his fingers digging into your waist and his thumb stroking your cheek.

Your hairs round to cup his face, feeling him groan into the kiss as you traced his jaw and pulled his face closer to yours. His breath quickened and he wanted to be as close to you as possible, hands pulling your figure tight against his that you were practically back sat on his lap.

His lips parted from yours and you began to protest, but the words died on your lips as his connected with your neck. You sighed and tilted your head back to allow him better access which he appreciated, pressing your body against his and his mumbled praises got lost in translation as he littered kisses along your neck.

Your hands tugged at his hoodie, biting your lip to quiet yourself as George’s lips never parted from you. You lulled your head back and glanced at the screen for a moment, this time it read: ‘Jason’.

“Shit!” You shouted and pulled George off of you, pointing at the screen as he yelped out, “What? What?” His eyes widened and he jumped out of his seat, hand attached to yours as the pair of you shouted for the American’s attention.

You sprinted back into the main area as Jason passed you, out of breath and cheeks flushed (not for the reasons the other Insider’s thought).

DDG tilted his head, “Why were you gone for so long?” Your head snapped to him, “Were we long?” You furrowed your brows.

PK nodded with squinted eyes, “Yeah, you two had like an extra 2 minutes than everyone else.”

Beside you and hand in hand with, George shrugged nonchalantly, “Take that up with the Sidemen, we didn’t know.” That answer seemed justifiable according to everyone else as they returned to their previous conversations.

You sighed in relief and felt a tug on your hand, “I’m gonna run to the bathroom real quick.” George said to you, pressing a quick kiss to the side of your head before strolling out the room.

You tried to contain a smile and fell back onto the sofa that Milli was sitting on, the blonde girl already looking at you with a knowing look, “What’s got you all smiley?” She tilted her head.

You raised your brows, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You couldn’t look her directly in the eye because you knew your face would give everything away.

Milli tutted and leaned in to whisper to you, “Maybe George’s boner or your little hickey forming there can give me more detail.”

Your mouth dropped open and gasped loudly in the quiet room, causing everyones head to snap around to you. “You alright, Y/N?” Whitney asked. You nodded quickly with bright red cheeks, “Yeah! All good here!” She nodded with a confused face.

You turned back to Milli who was sipping out of her bottle, before facing you and dusting her clothes off, “Your secrets safe with me.” She winked and walked away from you sitting gobsmacked on the sofa.

interview!

“Well, that challenge was… something! I’m happy that I, personally, didn’t lose any money but I can’t say the same for everyone else. But, who cares? We all need to sleep for 10 hours straight now!”

“I’m feeling good about the last few days, with George, with everyone… It's all good. I feel like I’ve sort of solidified my friendships here now. I’m definitely closest with George--”

“Yeah, physically!”

“Shut up, Milli! Anyway, I’m closest with George, Milli and Cinna. They’re like my little quad, we’re like the group from The Hangover; I’m Bradley Cooper, of course, being the sexiest!”

“Oh my God! I didn’t feel like the lights would ever go off!” George exclaimed as you entered the room after the long day (and night).

You settled into bed again, a shirtless George already laid underneath the covers. The pair of you hadn’t spoken since the kiss, and neither had made a move to bring it up.

You shuffled under the covers and pulled it up to your chest, resting on your side and facing George who was already looking at you.

George’s arms were open for you to cuddle into, and seeing this made you smile with a blush coating your cheeks before you obliged. You curled into his figure and tangled your legs with his, George’s hand resting on the back of your head as it tangled in your hair.

“Y/N?” He whispered. You shifted to tilt your head up and look at him, “Yes?”

He licked his lips, “I’m serious about this, about us.” You cleared your throat and lifted your hand to stroke his cheek, “Me too. I don’t wanna mess this up.” His head leaned into your touch and his face softened.

He slowly nodded at you with a bashful smile etched across his face in the dim light, “We’ll talk about it tomorrow.” He decided for the pair of you, seeing your eyes fight to stay open as the tiredness crept up on you.

You leaned up and pressed a kiss against his pink cheek, “Night, Georgie.” You rested your head against his bare chest and intertwined your hand with his. “Night, Y/N.” He whispered, hearing your breathing even out as you fell asleep in his comfortable hold.

time skip!

You woke up around 11:00 the next day, face buried in George’s chest and his arm wrapped around you if he didn’t want to let you go. You peered up at him in your sleepy daze, him being wide awake and his other arm tossed behind his head, flat against the pillow.

He noticed you shift in his hold, looking down at you and brushing a stray hair away from your face. You blinked some of the sleep out of your eye, looking around the room and seeing that it was just you and George in bed, everyone else’s had been void of who owned it.

You lifted your hands and rubbed sleep out of your eyes, “Where is everyone?” Your voice croaked out. George looked at you, “All getting ready for the day, I just didn’t want to wake you up.” He explained his reasoning for staying in bed with you.

You appreciated his gesture and shifted to press a sweet kiss on his cheek, “You’re adorable.” He blushed and ruffled your hair. “Come on.” You pulled at his hand and helped him out of bed alongside yourself.

You ran your hands through your hair to brush out any knots that had formed in your snooze, stretching your limbs and yawning in the process. George reached down to the end of his bed and pulled on his t-shirt he had discarded the night before; not without you sneaking a subtle glance at his torso before it was hidden from your sight.

The alarm to signal lunch was ready to collect from the shop made your head perk up and caused you to sprint out of the room and collide with Milli as she walked the same way, “Morning, Sleeping Beauty!” She grinned at you and linked your arm.

The pair of you skipped down to the shop clad in your tracksuits, “Oh, yay!” Milli said as the doors opened and revealed your lunch. Picking up the pot, you groaned, “I’m never getting used to this food, it’s rancid.” You inspected the items inside.

Milli agreed with you and ventured off to see the new items in the shop, “Oh my God.” She breathed out.

“There’s lube on there!” You turned your head round to see George entering the room, his figure covered in a beige jumper that suited him a bit too well.

You followed George’s eyeline and saw what Jason said out loud, “Lube for £200.” He laughed and walked over to the food.

George positioned his body behind yours and let his hands drift to your hips, squeezing them lightly as he said, “I’m down for some lube.” In doing so, George had leant down and said this so his words brushed your ear; his fingers teasing the joggers that rested on your hips.

“You’re so stupid, George.” You laughed and shook your head, but didn’t make a move to shove him away as you normally would.

George’s chest vibrated against your back as he laughed. His head was still beside yours as he whispered, “Wasn’t what you said last night, beautiful.”

Your cheeks burned red as you recalled your kiss last night on duty, how his lips peppered kisses down your neck; and how far he would have gone if it wasn’t for being in the middle of a challenge.

The sound of Farah cursing the Sidemen brought you out of your George-infiltrated mind, momentarily pausing your inappropriate thoughts you knew your friends would mock when the show aired. “You think this is a motherfucking joke…” Farah gasped, holding her iced tea in a huge block of ice.

As you offered Farah some help and advice with how to tackle her ice-issue, you didn’t notice George walk towards the camera in the corner of the room, stare at it for a moment and spare a glance your way, “I would like to confirm one portion of lube, please.”

You looked his way in time to see him turn away from the camera sporting a proud smile. “Oh God, what did you buy?” You groaned knowing he was up to no good.

George just shrugged and scooped his spoon into his lunch, grinning while stuffing his face with the salad. Cinna looked at him and sighed in realisation, “You bought the lube, didn’t you?”

George happily nodded, his smile widening. You and Milli both looked at him with your mouths dropped open, “Want to fondle yourself, you sad, sad prick.” Milli tilted her head at George.

George’s gaze flickered from her to you who stood behind Milli. Noticing this, Milli turned around to be met with the sight of you and quickly snapped her head back to George, sticking her thumb out in your direction, “Want to fondle and get down and dirty with Y/N, you filthy bastard!” She exclaimed at his boldness.

Your cheeks blushed pink, “Milli, what the fuck!” You said through a mouth full of salad, shocked by her way of wording.

George simply laughed, not denying the statement and walked away from the scene. Milli followed, “Just because you have a mullet doesn’t mean you have to act like a guy with a mullet.”

He found himself drifting towards you, “What’s that even mean?” George said. You sighed and brushed shoulders with him, avoiding his teasing smile as you suspected his purchase had something to do with you.

The door opened and proudly presented George’s confirmation of lube. “Hey!” He cheered and gestured for you to follow him as he picked up his item. “Oh, look Y/N, it’s tingling lube.” His eyes squinted as he read its description.

You tilted your head, “Why did you single me out, George?” You said through a chuckle. George licked his lips and nudged you with his shoulder, “Well, it’s not exactly a one person job, Y/N.” He winked.

You scoffed a laugh as Jason slapped George on the back, “Get in there, man!” You shook your head at the boys and made your way for the shop’s exit. “I just wanna feel something.” George shook the bottle.

“Wait, Y/N!” You heard his voice call out, you poked your head back into the room, “Tingling lube, cheeky and fun!” He flipped the bottle so you could read what he was saying.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake.” You muttered and left him and his lube in the shop.

time skip!

“We’re just lubing everything up now.” George turned and squirted some of the lube on the table. “Y/N, look at the lube.” Mya said to you, making you lift your head from your lunch as you see George reach for your bottle.

He placed your bottle on the ping-pong table and slid it across where he had spread the lube, only for it to fall off the table as it reached its end. George covered his mouth to suppress a laugh and turned to you, “Aren’t you impressed, Y/N?”

You blinked, “Not really, no.” You bit back a smile through your deadpan tone of voice.

George pointed at you, “You’re next, Y/N.”

“Whoa!” The whole table erupted in surprised and shocked sounds, George’s eyebrows rising and he covered his mouth quickly after realising what he had just said and how it had come out.

You sat there in shock and eyes wide, “I’m what now?” Milli laughed and hid her head in your shoulder to not be too loud. George stuttered and waved his hands around, “No, no! I meant--”

“We know what you meant, George!” PK snorted and hit the table laughing, the girls opposite him giggling at the scene.

Luckily (for George), the usual noise rang out of the house and everyone’s attention turned to the screen which read: ‘Y/N, please come to the Temptation Room’.

“Shit.” You winced, rubbing your eyes with your hands as everyone cheered for you. “Come on, Y/N!” Milli whooped in support.

George’s hand grabbed yours, “You’ve got it.” He smiled at you and your heart raced. You looked directly in his eyes and for a moment it felt like you were the only two people in the room, “George?” You asked him.

His heart thumped in his chest, thinking you were about to have the conversation he’s been waiting years for now, in a room full of people. “Yes?” He whispered back.

“Your hands are covered in lube.” You whispered back, gently pulling your hand out of his. “Shit! I’m sorry!” His eyes widened, rushing to grab a tissue from the table.

You laughed and shook your head at him and he frantically rubbed your hands free of the lube that coated his, “That’s not what you need when the Sidemen are about to torture you.” He said through laughs, wiping off the remaining essence.

You watched his movements in awe, not exactly the romantic scenario you had imagined but it’ll do. “Hey,” His head lifted to meet your eyes, “We’ll talk about it when I’m back.”

He knew what you were talking about; the kiss. How George had you practically on his lap and neck presented to him as he mumbled how bad he had been wanting this. He nodded his head at you, “Damn right we will.”

You laughed at him and retracted from his hold, bidding goodbyes and accepting good luck messages thrown your way, eyes locking with the door to the temptation room as it entered your sight.

“Here we go.” You whispered to yourself and pushed the door open.

The room was empty besides a plinth displayed in the centre of the room with cards stacked on top of it, and one single door against the back wall. The room was bare of any life or hope, your stomach twisted with nerves as you knew it wasn’t as simple as the room appeared.

“What the…” Your voice trailed off. Walking towards the plinth, you picked up the first card and read aloud its content.

“Y/N, behind this door is your family, friends and your dog.” Your heart stopped at the thought of them all behind the door, especially your little dog, his little face and wagging tail you missed oh so much. “You have the option to spend an hour, no supervision, with them before returning to the Inside house.”

“However, if you wish to take this you will not receive a punishment of £30K being removed from your prize fund.” Your brows furrowed as you reached the end of the card, flipping it over to see if you read it correctly, which you did.

You scoffed, “Well, I’m fucking taking it. It’s a no brainer!” You shrugged and headed towards the door, a smile growing on your face as you knew everyone you loved stood behind that door, ready to meet you once again.

“Y/N, please may you read the second card.” The voice of Josh rang out in the room, stopping you in your tracks.

You obeyed and took slow steps back to the plinth, reluctantly reaching for the second card and reading it out loud.

“We must tell you that George is also in his Temptation Room right now.” Your heart pounded in your chest, “And he has been granted the opportunity for immunity in the next round of eliminations.” You swallowed as you finished the second card, mentally begging for George to take the immunity; you couldn’t handle it if he was eliminated.

You sighed as the final card was in your sight. Picking it up, you cleared your throat.

“If you wish to give into your temptation; George’s immunity, if he wishes to take it, will not be valid and he is at risk of being eliminated in the next round.”

“However, George could reject the immunity. And you could have missed out on a chance to be greeted by your loved ones with zero consequences.”

You shook your head and knelt down, arms leaning on the plinth and your forehead rested on its edge. “You’re fucking bastards.” You whispered, trying to hold back tears as the situation became overwhelming.

George’s fate was balanced in your hands while everyone you loved stood waiting for you. You could accept and pray on the fact that George rejected the immunity and no one would be hurt, you’d simply be doing what’s best for you.

But if George had taken the immunity, and you had chosen to see your friends and family. George would be at further risk of being eliminated and you’d be betraying him and his intuition.

And if he had rejected immunity and you had rejected the huge chance you were being offered, no one wins. Everyone’s feelings are hurt and it’s every man for themselves during the next round of elimination.

“I don’t know, I don’t know.” You muttered the mantra over and over. You rubbed the brewing tears from your eyes and groaned seeing the door begging to be opened.

To make matters worse, a knock came from the door you were staring at and echoed, “Y/N? Are you there?” Emerged from the other side. You sunk onto the floor as you heard the voice of your family on the other side, inches away from holding you in a tight hug.

You hid your face in your hands and cried, unshed tears spilling into your palms as the room was engulfed in silence.

“Y/N, please make your decision.” Josh’s voice sounded out, almost sympathetically.

You really wished George had taken that goddamn immunity, every fibre of your body willed that he was walking back into the living room now, the token tight in his grip. You wanted him to stay, you needed him to stay; to be selfish for once in here and protect himself as he wouldn’t understand the lengths you would go to keep him here, with you. To be in his hold for a couple more nights, the bed being yours to share. The stolen kisses and whispered confessions that stayed between two tortured hearts, two people who had suppressed these feelings for so long that who knew being locked in a house for seven days and no access to the outside world would push you to admit that he was all you wanted. George Clarke, please take the immunity.

You stood up and sniffled, “I’m not taking it.” You turned and walked out the room, hearing and seeing the lights shut off as you ventured out.

The walk back to the living room felt longer than usual, heart pounding with each step you took; praying that you would turn the corner and see George proudly showing off his immunity token to everyone on the couch.

When you turned the corner, the couch was void of him. Everyone’s head snapped to you and your bloodshot eyes.

Milli was the first one to stand up and pull you into a tight hug, “What happened? What was it?” She rubbed your back while bombarding you with desperate questions.

Your eyes scanned the room, “Where’s George?” Cinna shook her head and stood up to comfort you, “He’s still in the Temptation Room. Y/N, are you alright?”

You shook your head and your bottom lip wobbled, “That was fucking awful.” You whispered and reciprocated Milli’s hug, tears staining her hoodie as Cinna held your hand and rubbed the back of it. Farah joined and played with the ends of your hair, “What did they do?”

Your voice broke, “It was my family, friends and my fucking dog.” Everyone’s mouth dropped open and their eyebrows knitted together in sympathy, “So, you didn’t take it?” PK asked, voice softer than usual.

You shook your head and wrapped Milli back into the hug, the blonde pulling you in tighter. “Hey, you saved £30K though, you can be proud of that, babe.” She tried to comfort you, trying to make the best out of a bad situation.

You didn’t deny her statement, preferring to lie and keep to yourself that losing £30K was never a threat in your case; rather George’s future was taunting you and your plagued mind.

The girls guided you to the sofa, letting you take up most of the space as they all drifted off for a nap, letting their minds rest as they debated George’s willpower. While everyone was confident he wouldn’t give in, you wished, for once, he would.

You couldn’t sleep a wink, your mind was running wild and your cheeks were stained with more tears that no one saw. Your bottom lip was chewed to borderline blood, heart never faltering and sniffles never persisting.

The sound of footsteps makes your heart leap in your stomach, sitting more upright on the sofa while everyone remains asleep.

George’s figure rounded the corner and your body moved before your mind could comprehend it, “Holy shit.” You muttered.

You flung your arms around George’s shoulders and pulled him into a bone-crushing hug, taking him by surprise but his hands naturally wove their way around your waist. You buried your head into his chest and let out hollow sobs, “Hey, hey, hey. What happened?” You didn’t respond to his pleas, only shaking your head and tightening your grip on him.

Everyone else woke up to his voice comforting you. “What was it?” Mya asked out loud, the other joining in with her question.

George kept his arms around you. “It was fucking horrible, man.” He swallowed and wound his hands into your hair as your face remained hidden from everyone. “I went in, and there was this plinth with a box on it, card on top.” He explained the room similar to your own.

“Read the card, says, ‘If you take this, it will cost your team £30K, but you have immunity for the next voting.’” You winced at the reminding, waiting for the punchline that he took the immunity.

“I obviously deliberated for a while, and I said, ‘No, look, if my team want me gone, they want me gone.’” Your heart dropped into your stomach. No, no… surely he took the immunity, right?

“So I put it down, tried to mic-drop out of there.” He said through a forced grin.

Your face fell against his chest, pulling back slowly and locking eyes with him. “You didn’t take it?” You whispered, cheeks flushed and eyes watering.

George shook his head at you, “No, I didn’t.”

You froze. Your head pounded with the image of your family and friends behind the door, knocking for you to see them, confide in them; but you had chosen George over them, and it had all backfired in your face.

Tears fell down your face, George furrowed his brows at you and reached out to brush them away, you gently pushed his hands away and looked everywhere but him. “No, no, no…” Your voice came out coarse, throat dry from the sickening feeling.

“Hey, what happened--” “I need to be alone.” You cut him off and scrambled out of George’s embrace, the warmth of his chest against your cheek no longer providing you with comfort; now just a mockery of what you could have had.

“Y/N.” His hand wrapped around yours before you snatched it away, “Please.” You begged him, tears welling in your eyes and forehead creasing in desperation. George studied your face with his heart clenching at your distress, he reluctantly let you go, seeing your figure bolt out the room and into the bedrooms.

time skip!

You sat in silence in the bedroom for a while, the only noise that filled the void was your sniffles and you fumbling with your makeup sat on the desk in front of you. You pulled out some makeup wipes from your bag, hands shaking as you removed mascara that had smudged under your eyes.

“That was so fucking embarrasing.” You mumbled to yourself and your reflection. You were humiliated at how you had blindly chosen George over everyone else in your life, because you were stupid enough to think you understood him and what he would do. It seemed you didn’t know George as much as you thought you did.

You felt someone appear behind you in the doorway, “Hey…” Milli said quietly, not pushing you too far due to your current vulnerability. You looked at her in the mirror, “Hey.” You whispered back and cleared your throat.

“You alright, babe?” She walked slowly towards you. You were about to lie and admit that you were perfectly fine, whereas you knew you weren’t. Opting for honesty, you shook your head, “No, Milli. I’m not.”

She sighed and sat down next to you and pulled you into a hug, “Take your time.” She rubbed your back and let you cry into her shoulder. You stayed there for a while, mind dwelling on George and his now lack of immunity, and how your throat closed up the second he confessed he didn’t have the token between his fingers.

“I wish I took it.” You whispered into Milli’s shoulder, “I wish I opened that door and saw them.” Milli winced and hugged you tighter, “I know, I know.”

“Why didn’t he take it?” You said through broken sobs. Milli furrowed her brows, “Who?”

“George. Why didn’t he take the immunity?” Milli pulled back from the hug, “Is that why you’re upset, Y/N?”

Your face fell a little bit, biting back the confession slipping from your lips. “No, no…” You backtracked, “It’s just all so overwhelming right now.” You covered your alibi. Milli seemed to buy it and smiled sympathetically at you, shifting herself closer to you and on the edge of her chair so she could comfort you.

You two stayed like that for a while, your cries settled to a stop, just bloodshot eyes exposing your inner turmoil. You had grown really close to Milli being inside this house, knowing to catch up with her outside of this place and do streams together, considering her one of your best friends now despite the chaos that ensued in this house.

“Y/N, can I talk to you?” You heard George stutter from the doorway. You didn’t look over at him, focusing your attention on the table in front of you instead. Milli looked up at the new identity in the room and reluctantly pulled her arms away from you, “Uhh,” She glanced between you two and noticed the tension, “Yeah, sure.”

“Y/N, you gonna be okay?” Milli said, hand grazing your shoulder. You looked up for once and nodded slowly, not trusting your words.

She made an exit for the room, passing George on her way out and locking eyes with him. She nodded at him as his face seemed nervous, silently wishing him good luck.

You heard George take slow steps towards you and he sat himself down on the chair that Milli previously preoccupied. From where she had shuffled her chair closer to you, George’s shoulder brushed yours but neither of you made a move to pull each other in your arms, instead letting the tension simmer in the room.

George opened his mouth to say something but stopped, lips parting and closing after. He looked at you through the mirror, seeing your tear stained face made his heart stutter in his chest. He wanted to reach out and touch you, to comfort you, but due to your lack of eye contact he assumed it would be inappropriate to do so.

You felt sick at the awkwardness in the room. You could see George trying to make conversation from the corner of your eye, but glad he restricted himself because you didn’t know if you could handle talking to him at the moment. Not that it was his fault, it was yours completely, but a part of you hated him because you perhaps didn’t know the person you loved as much as you thought.

“I took it.” George broke the silence.

Your head snapped to face him, seeing his anxious face properly for the first time today; heart dropping as you could practically see his mind racing behind his head.

“What?” You expected him to be messing with you, but his face was etched with seriousness and looked you dead in the eye. He wasn’t lying. “Please tell me you’re serious.” You whispered.

George nodded at you, “I took the immunity.”

You stared at him in shock, every feeling you felt was overstimulating your poor mind. George watched your reaction with nerves swarming his stomach; would you think he was selfish for taking it? Would you call him a traitor and storm out the room? Did he do it for all the right reasons?

“Thank fuck.” You groaned and rubbed your eyes with your hands. You lulled your head back and felt like crying again as all the tension dropped out of your shoulders, relief flowing through your body.

George’s eyes widened, “What does that mean?” His eyes followed you and your body language.

You took your hands away from your face, tilting your head to look at him and bit back a soft smile. “Mine was about you.” You admitted.

George furrowed his brows and his breathing got quicker, “What was about me?”

“The Temptation Room. It was about you, George.” You smiled through your watery eyes, his confused expression not mirroring yours of relief.

“I’m gonna need you to explain, Y/N. I don’t understand--” “I wouldn’t have lost £30K.” You cut his ramble off, slowly guiding your hands closer to his that your fingertips brushed.

George’s silence was your prompt to go on, “They put me in a room with the option to see my family, friends and my dog.” “But he’s with--” “Chris. I know.” You finished his inquiry.

“They said I could see them and not lose £30K.” George furrowed his brow, “Why didn’t you take it?”

“If I had accepted, it would have made your immunity invalid.” You confessed, winding your hand into his, his warmth spreading across your body.

“But you didn’t know if I had taken it yet.” George intertwined his fingers with yours. You nodded at him, “I know. I did it for you.”

George’s mouth dropped open just slightly, eyes searching yours as your confession slipped past your lips. You had never intended to tell him this, but after his admission, you couldn’t let it go unspoken.

The more the silence extended and the longer it took for him to respond made your heart sink a little bit, scared you had said too much; exposed yourself and let him understand the lengths you would go to for him.

“I did it for you, too.” George finally responded.

Now it was your turn to be stunned into silence, “What?” You blinked at him.

George bit back a wide grin, licking his lips and tightening his grip on your hands, thumb rubbing the back of your hand.

“If I knew I had the chance to be in here with you as long as possible, I knew I was gonna take it.” He started and shuffled closer to you, he took it as a good sign when you didn’t move away from you. “I’ve liked you for so long and if I knew I could be safe from elimination in the next round, all my time could be spent with you.” His hand lifted to cup your face.

You pulled back from the kiss and his lips connected with your jaw, “George, this isn’t some joke to me. I like you so much and I don’t wanna mess this up.” You mumbled through soft sighs as his kisses increased in passion.

Parting from you, he lifted his head and rested his forehead against your own. “I’m not joking, Y/N. I’m so serious about you and this is real to me.” You smiled at him and your cheeks burned red. “Get back here, Clarkey.” You shook your head and pulled him back in for a soaring kiss, one in which he didn’t object to.

George’s hands drifted underneath your hoodie with the intention to lift it over your head. Just as you raised your arms to let him do so, you heard footsteps rounding the corner which made you and George part immediately and stand on opposite sides of the room.

Cinna’s head popped round the corner, “Do you mind if I speak to George alone, Y/N?” She swallowed and narrowed her eyes at the distance between you two, but cheeks flushed and lips swollen.

You nodded at the American with a loose smile on your face, “I was gonna get in the shower now, anyways.” You said and left the room; not without seeing Cinna point at George, “Might wanna fix your hair, George.” She said through a teasing voice. You could practically see him fumble to tame his hair with pink cheeks.

You entered the bathroom and stripped down to enter the shower, groaning in displeasure as the cold water hit your skin.

You estimated that you were in there for about 10 minutes before you heard a soft knock on the glass door of the shower. You furrowed your brows at the greeting and saw a blurred figure rocking back and forth with their hands stuffed in their pockets on the other side of the shower.

You opened the door and poked your head out to keep the rest of your body hidden, “George?”

George stood there with a teasing grin on his face, and he pointed to the shower you were in, “Cold shower?” He questioned with a tilt of his head.

You nodded at him with squinted eyes, a smile forming on your face as your mind caught up with intentions. You hummed at him while he took a step back.

As he leaned back, he turned his head in either direction to scan the area before they landed back on you once he determined the coast was clear, “Interesting.” He mumbled.

You smirked at him, eyeing his figure as he bit back a cocky grin. You raised your eyebrows at him in confirmation and he looked down to suppress his smile. Looking back at you, he quickly pulled his white t-shirt off and chucked it behind him, doing the same with his bottoms; joining you in the shower before anyone else could walk past and see what was happening.

time skip!

“Y/N, come here!” You heard Cinna’s whisper from round the corner as you sat in George’s arms on the couch. Standing up and out of his touch, you turned to George and said, “I’ll be right back.” He nodded and winked at you, subtly pinching your ass on your way out without anyone seeing. You turned back to him and flipped him off, which caused him to laugh and throw his head back.

“What’s up?” You asked Cinna as you two stood in the gym where she led you. Cinna opened her mouth to start talking but shut it with furrowed brows, eyes inspecting your shirt, “That’s not your shirt.” Your eyes widened and looked down at the item of clothing that was way too big for you, “Yes it is.” You lied through your teeth, fingers tugging at the material to tighten it around you, acting as if it fit you.

Cinna laughed and shook her head, “Y/N, it’s massive on you. That’s not yours!” You faked nonchalance, “Definitely mine, Cinna.”

“It’s definitely not yours, Y/N.” She looked you up and down with a raised eyebrow. “How do you know that?” You tested her.

“Because it’s loose on the neckline and I can see your hickey’s poking out at the top.” Cinna tutted. You flinched and yanked the material further up your neck to hide yours and George's previous rendezvous.

“Anyway, Y/N! Something serious,” She shook her head and cut off your inner panic, “I’m working for the Sidemen.” You tilted your head in confusion, “What?”

“There will be an elimination tonight. Remember the code: 372. You can’t tell anyone, not even George.” You nodded, “I promise I won’t say a thing.” You held her hands and swore to her.

She jumped up and shook you, “Thank you, thank you! Y/N, I love you!” She cheered and sprinted out the room, leaving you laughing and strolling back to the living in which George laid.

You saw George waiting for you with open arms, ones you fell into on the couch. “All good?” He nudged you. “All good.” You confirmed and glanced over to Cinna, sending her a wink as she smiled gratefully at you.

“Hello Insiders!” The voice of Vik rang out in the room, everyone's eyes switching to the door to see him and Specs enter the living room. You all cheered at the arrival but nerves were brewing at the sudden appearance.

“We’ve got some fun for you. We’re gonna be doing a talent show tonight.” Vik announced, everyone clapping in response. He then revealed that there were free drinks downstairs, everyone jumping up and collecting their beverage of choice.

Returning to the room, Vik displayed cards in front of you all. “Behind these cards lies your fate. There is a talent that each of you will have to perform. One of them is a pair, so two of you get to do the talent together.”

You were chosen to pick a card first. You read it outloud with a bashful smile on your face, “Relationship Yoga for two people.”

Everyone cheered and pointed at George, slapping him on the back, “Come on, Georgie!” PK shouted and pushed him closer to you. George sighed with a smile on his face, “Time to simulate sex positions on Netflix.” You laughed at him and hid your face in his neck.

Being given 15 minutes of practice time, around 10 of the 5 was spent with your lips locked with George’s, claiming you needed the gym alone to ‘rehearse’.

“You’re so beautiful.” George grunted through kisses, hands gripping his shirt that clung to your back. You smiled into the kiss and parted to say, “You’re not too bad yourself, Clarkey.”

Just as he was about to reattach his lips to yours, a soft knock on the door broke the pair of you apart. Milli’s head poked through the glass in the door, “I need help.” Her muffled voice said past the door. You nodded for her to come in.

“You could do Donald Duck or Kermit the Frog, they’re animals.” George suggested as Milli entered, his arm still slung around your waist.

“Yeah, you have to just… ‘Hi, I’m Kermit the Frog.’” He said in Kermit’s voice. You glanced up at him, “So attractive.” You joked and shook your head, his elbow coming out to nudge you.

Milli smiled and nodded, “So, what have you two come up with?” Both yours and George’s smiles faltered and you looked at each other, “Uhh… we’ve got the…” George clicked his fingers, “That one move! Yeah, we have the….” Both of your minds searched for an excuse or answer.

Milli tilted her head with a teasing smile, “Y/N, get your ass in the air and do some yoga with your boyfriend.” She winked and left the room, laughing out loud at yours and George’s flushed faces.

In the short time span, you and George had come up with a few moves. But none of them were executed without laughing or hands drifting from their original position, “George, you can’t grab my ass in front of everyone!” “It’s part of the move!” He deflected.

Entering the living room again, Vik said, “Okay, it’s time to kick off the show!”

Teased with the shop token, you looked at George and grabbed his face, “Game faces on.” He reciprocated your intensity, sporting a beer in his right hand.

Once it was yours and George’s turn, you stood up and laughed through PK and DDG’s wolf whistles as George fist bumped them on his way up.

You and George stood side by side, calming music being played in the background as you began your ‘relationship yoga’.

First of all, you simply sat back to back with George with your legs crossed, both of you giggling in the process. Everyone cheered your movement and clapped for you two, chanting for the next position. The next was George lent in a plank position, body shaking as he laughed, “You can’t laugh, I’ll fall!” You cursed at him, making him laugh even more. “Y/N, just get on!”

You copied his position on his back, this time the other way round. The pair of you shook with laughter bubbling around the room, Vik and Specs pointing and covering their faces to suppress a smile as you performed the move. You hopped off him before you could fall on your face, George letting his arms relax and lie flat on the floor.

“Last move, please.” Vik instructed. You looked at George, “Right, I’ll go into the handstand this time.” You recalled George trying to do it beforehand, obviously failing if it had reached this point.

You bent down to fall into a handstand, committing to it. Meanwhile, George wasn’t paying attention, instead facing the mockery of PK and Jason who pointed at him, “George, we saw that!” Jason shouted. “Stop looking at her ass, brother!” PK laughed loudly.

With George’s attention elsewhere, he didn’t see you in the handstand. “George!” You shouted from upside down which made his head snap towards you, catching your shin at the last minute before you fell onto your back.

Everyone screamed and laughed as George let you slowly down on the ground, “Oh my God, I didn’t see you! I’m so sorry!” He shouted apologies profusely, your laughter reassuring him it was alright. You relaxed on the floor, “Fucking hell, George!” You shook your head at him and he lifted you onto your feet, pressing kisses to your forehead, still feeling guilty despite you promising it was all good.

Vik and Specs looked at each other and deliberated, “We’ll give you two a solid 7 for effort!” You shrugged your shoulders and high-fived George, skipping back to the sofa to watch everyone else.

Once everyone was finished, Vik announced the winner. “So our winner of the Inside talent show is Milli Jo!” She stood up and jumped around in excitement. You joined her and cheered for her, “Yes, Milli!” You screamed and held her hands as she was given the shop token.

Vik and Specs left the room, leaving everyone still cheering for Milli. “So proud of you, babes!” You nudged her. “You were so good even though George nearly killed you.” “I didn’t see her!” George joined in with the conversation with mock offense, the two of you laughing at his reaction.

“Jason, you wanted a twist?” Vik popped his head back into the room.

“No!” Cinna immediately vocalised your inner thoughts, “Go away!” You and Milli said at the same time. “We can do a twist.” Vik ignored everyone. “I knew it!” Farah shouted in despair.

“The twist is that there will be an elimination.”

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𝐋𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐙𝐄!

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

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

(would anyone object to me potentially continuing on with this series on their life outside of the show and your inclusion in later videos with george? maybe i’ll put it on wattpad as well as here but i can’t get enough of writing about my babies🥹🥹)

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“I’m smiling, but out of nervousness.” PK rocked back and forth on his feet as he and Patrice stood in front of you all; the ‘Happy Birthday, Whitney!’ sign in the background mocking all your worried faces and fear settling in your stomachs.

Your hand remained intertwined with George’s, his steady breathing brushing the side of your face keeping your wits calm (as much as they could be). “I can’t lie to you, cause it’s actually a tough, tough decision, but…” PK continued.

“So, we can confirm that…” Your heart was pounding out of your chest and your hands were definitely clammy right now; making a mental note to apologise to George later as his hand enveloped your profusely sweating ones.

“We had to go with Mandi.” PK announced.

The room was uncomfortably quiet, a few light gasps ringing around the room but on some level, everyone expected it. You let out a deep breath, body relaxing onto George’s as his hand that was stroking your hair, brought your head close to him and pressed a kiss on your hairline. You could hear him mumble a soft, “Thank fuck.” but you chose to ignore it and let your eyes drift to Mandi who pointed at the two men in front of you.

“Snakes! Snakes! That’s wild, you know.” Mandi shook her head. You understood of her friendship between Whitney, PK and herself; so, seeing her eliminated took you by surprise.

Despite the occasional tiffs with Mandi, you stood up and out of George’s embrace to wrap Mandi into a comforting hug. “I’m so sorry.” You said to her, leaning back and seeing her shake her head. “Don’t worry, it wasn’t your fault.” She peered over your shoulder to glare at PK.

She held your shoulders and grinned at you, “If anything, I’m sorry for how mean I’ve been to you during my time here,” You opened your mouth to protest, “No, seriously. You have to win, babes.” You smiled at her gesture and wrapped her in another farewell hug.

Mandi walked towards the bedrooms and turned to everyone as they apologised to her, “I am shocked, but don’t worry. I’m all good. I’m a big girl. I’m good.” You winced at her attempt to act cool, trailing behind the group and staying with Patrice, Cinna and George at the back as Mandi packed her stuff.

George had a blue party hat in his hand and stood behind you as his hands sneaked around your face to snap the party hat on your head. You blinked in surprise at the sudden action, hands reaching up to feel the hat as George adjusted it to sit pretty on top of your head.

You turned around to see him staring at you with a cheeky smile. Sucking your teeth to supress a smile, you shook your head and flicked the elastic of his own matching hat which made him flinch as he laughed. “Not the time for a party, George.” You said through a light laugh.

George grinned, “It suits you.” You pulled a quizical face and shoved his shoulder slightly. He wrapped his hands around your waist and lifted you up to settle you next to him so he could reach Patrice; the pair of you laughing as he did so.

George’s hand rested on Patrice’s shoulder and politely asked him, “You alright?”

Patrice sighed heavily, “It’s tough. You know, I like to play tough and everything. But when you send someone home, you know…” You and Cinna made eye contact and nodded sympathetically as she finished the sentence for him, “It’s sad.”

“I’m trying to be fair.” George nodded at Patrice, “Yeah, that makes sense.”

Patrice continued, “We had Milli. We had Farah. PK brought up Y/N quite a bit.”

Your eyebrows shot up and your eyes widened at the mention of your name. George wrapped an arm around your waist and used the free one to snatch the hat he previously put on his head, “Yeah, this feels wrong now.” He laughed and yanked off his own.

George tightened his grip on your waist and brought up the thing that was nagging at him, “Wait, you said PK mentioned Y/N, was she a serious option to be eliminated for you?”

Patrice nodded at you. Furrowing your brows, you spoke up “Like, tell us on a percentage, what were the chances of me going home tonight?” You bit on your lip in curiosity.

Patrice screwed up his face and calculated in his head, waving his arms around he said, “Maybe, 70% or 80%.” His face seemed apologetic and it was obvious that he wasn’t the one opting for your departure.

Your mouth dropped open at the numbers he provided, “Fuck off… you’re kidding, right?” An awkward smile etched onto your face. George’s face was one of shock, a sick feeling brewing in his stomach at the image of you leaving this house right now instead of Mandi.

“PK wanted her gone?” He pulled your body closer to his as Patrice nodded. George licked his lips and patted your waist with his finger, “I’ll be right back.” He walked off with certainty.

Cinna watched George stride off, glancing at you with a smug smirk on her face. “Little boyfriend defending you, Y/N?” She winked at you. You laughed and shook your head, kicking her shin as you left the room, “Shut up, Cinna!” Her laugh could be heard from the hallway, calling back to her “Come on, let’s say goodbye to Mandi!”

Her skips echoed behind you and her arm linked with yours as the group guided Mandi towards the exit. Mandi was loudly expressing her distaste towards PK, “I’m gonna fucking do him like that.”

You walked over to where Whitney was trying to consolidate the girl, “Come on, Mandi.” You joined in and brushed your hand against her shoulder to urge her out the door, “Mandi, leave it. It’s fine.”

Mandi shook her head, “Think I’m scared of PK?” You opened your mouth to spew out pointless facts to protect PK and Mandi’s dignity, despite PK advocates to vote you out. Mandi interrupted you.

“Y/N, don’t fucking trust anyone. I’m being serious.” You shook your head, “Mandi, I’m fine. Please, just can we leave you on a good note--" "Don’t even trust George.”

You froze, “What?” Mandi placed her hands on your shoulders, “It’s all a game to them, they’ll do anything to win.” You protested, “Mandi, I’m sure me and George are fine, he wouldn’t do that.” “I didn’t think PK would but here we are.” She caught you offguard because… she was right. PK said he wouldn’t vote her out but here you were seeing her out the door with her suitcases; and a banana covered Milli lurking in the background. “I’m just looking out for you, Y/N. Please. Just think about it.”

You swallowed and nodded slowly, peering over your shoulder to see George hovering near PK, waiting to pull him for a much needed chat revolving around yourself.

Mandi took a deep breath, “Anyway, guys. I love you.” She waved and disappeared through the door you entered a couple days ago. As the door closed, you made eye contact with her and she nodded at you, reminding you of her comments and what the game was really about.

You stood there for a moment and let everyone else leave before yourself, staring at the door still. A hand on your shoulder took you out of your thoughts, “What did she say to you?” Milli said softly, just the two of you in the room now.

You shook your head, “Nothing. It was just… nothing.” You sighed and sent her a weak smile. She understood you didn’t want to talk about it right now and let herself be patient, making sure to ask you the same question again later when the chaos had died down. Milli grabbed your wrist lightly, “Come on, let’s go back.” You let her pull you out the room.

time skip!

“They’re not strong enough to take them down now. I reckon if one of them goes, the other will too. So, my logic was that we wait it out a bit and then vote her out in the later stages, then two strong competitors are gone in one hit.” PK whispered to Jason and DDG in the bathroom.

DDG nodded along, “Yeah, let’s be honest; he isn’t staying if she goes.” The small group all murmured in agreement. Quickly dispersing as they heard footsteps approach the room. Jason poked his head out, “It’s George. It’s George. It’s good.”

George loitered around the bathrooms, Whitney cutting in front of him before he could defend your honour. “I’m not mad at you.” She started, “The gag is that I heard Patrice say that you wanted Y/N out too, but opted for Mandi. What’s that about?”

PK put on a smile and shook his head, “I didn’t say that.” Whitney squinted her eyes at him, “Since we’re all talking shit, what’s big? That’s all I know.” Was the final thing she said before she strutted out the bathroom, leaving space for George to slip in.

George propped his arm up against the door of the bathroom and leaned against it, eyes fixed on PK. “So, why did you want Y/N out?” He demanded and shrugged his shoulders.

PK’s eyes widened at the new presence in the room and Jason flicked his head between the two in a stare off. “I didn’t do that, brother.” PK started. “No, you know you did.” George cut him off.

PK showed nonchalance, “I think you’ve got this all wrong.” He laughed it off and looked towards Jason for him to join in, Jason held an awkward face and rather sided with George for the moment.

George licked his lips and shook his head, “No, I know what happened. You wanted Y/N out because she’s a threat to you and you’re only in here for one reason.” He told PK straight, leaving no room for interruption.

PK opened his mouth to respond immediately before he shut it, deliberating his response. He cleared his throat and stared at a stern face George, “Aren’t you in here for the same reason as all of us?”

George remained silent and let PK continue, “I mean we all want that money right?” Jason beside them nodded while George stayed unmoved, “How would me voting out Y/N affect this in any way? It just makes our route to the final that much easier.” He gestured with his hands.

George sighed, “Come on, man. It’s Y/N. On any level do you really think I’m gonna be alright with people wanting her out--”

“But she gets in the way of your chances of winning. Am I right?”

The man stayed silent because he was partially right. George had a little chance of winning now you were in the house, due to him being willing to risk everything for you. Taking the hits for you in challenges or defending you in house chats, throwing himself under the bus in the process as he sided with you. He didn’t form alliances because he only wanted to stay with you in the house and protect you, and vice versa.

PK patted George on the shoulder, “It’s a game we all have to play. There are tactics to this, George.” He furrowed his brows, “Don’t let people get in your way of winning this, much like me.”

It was awkwardly quiet in the bathroom as George let PK’s words settle in his mind, unsure whether to take his advice at the time or to completely ignore it to benefit not only himself, but you. Everything he’s done in this house so far has been for you, so what harm would there be if he stopped this?

To break the tension; Jason exclaimed, “Whitney is a fucking rat.”

time skip!

“We didn’t do the minute of silence for Mandi?” PK questioned as he entered the room.

You were led on the sofa between George’s legs as your back rested against his chest, his chin comfy on your shoulder and his hands fiddled with the hem of your t-shirt, your hands were settled on top of his large ones.

Whitney stood up with a cup of beverage in her hand, “I’m not doing a minute of silence, man. That’s a piss take.” She defended her friend who was no longer in the house. PK gestured for her to leave the room, tension brewing in the room. “Get out then. We wanna do it.”

“I’m literally not. That’s a piss take.” She squirmed in PK’s embrace. “Cause Mandi was a good vibe.” She responded to Patrices question.

George handed you his harmonica for you to play with, noticing your bored face and eyes glassy from staring into space.

“We’re not gonna act like Mandi was Dylan.” Whitney said, leaning on her chair.

You felt George behind you tense up, hands tightening on your shirt that you were sure would leave creases you would need to iron out. “What the fuck does that mean? That’s mean.” His brows were furrowed and he adjusted you slightly as he sat up to become involved with the conversation.

Whitney looked at George, “It’s not a mean thing to say.” George gestured with his arms, “It is. What do you mean ‘we’re not gonna act like Mandi was a Dylan?’”

You nodded along with George’s defence. Whitney waved her hands around, “Let me clear this mean girl narrative up.”

You squinted your eyes and tilted your head, “Whitney, the way you said it was bad.” You tried to reason with her and let her get an understanding of how rude she came across in the moment.

Whitney pointed and shook her head rapidly at you, “Oh, Y/N, fuck off! Just suck George’s cock right here, it would make it less obvious, babes.”

Your mouth dropped open and you heard Milli gasp from across the room, “What the fuck?” You cursed, face screwed up in offence. Whitney just rolled her eyes, “No, Whitney. Tell me. What the fuck is that meant to mean?”

She groaned and walked closer to the pair of you sitting on the sofa together, “Come on, Y/N. You back everything George does, with no personality might I add, and get away with it because everyone thinks you’re shagging outside of this house!”

George sat up and pulled your body closer to his, “Whitney, why have you dragged her into this?” He started, “This was literally between you and me.”

Whitney ignored him and you defended yourself, “I back George because he’s one of the only people in here who hasn’t done anything wrong!” You shrug as if it’s common sense.

Whitney opened her mouth to speak again but George cut in, referring to their previous dispute. “What do you mean ‘run that mean girl thing’? What do you mean by that?” He gestured with a hand that wasn’t gripping tight onto you.

“Everyone said they wanted to vote Dylan out because Dylan didn’t add to the vibe.” She stated her case.

“You can word it better than, ‘Don’t say Mandi’s a Dylan.’” George rolled his eyes, “And you didn’t need to rip into Y/N when she did fuck all wrong.” You shuffled into George’s embrace more as he defended you after Whitney’s outburst.

Whitney pointed at you, “I do apologise to you, Y/N. It was in the moment and I didn’t mean to say stuff like that.” You hummed in response, still offended by her words but wishing to keep your facade to yourself, she didn’t need to know it still hurt you and rather pretended it didn’t happen.

You sighed and stood up from the sofa, “Fucking hell, I’m getting ready for bed.” Some of the group bid you good nights and Milli hopped up to join you. She linked arms with you and whispered into your ear, “That was such a weird thing to say about you.” She gossiped.

As you walked away, you heard George call your name. Stopping in your tracks, you turned around to see him still laying down on the sofa, “I’ll get your drink sorted for the night and get the bed set up, that sound good?”

Your heart fluttered as you remembered you would now be sharing a bed with him for the foreseeable future. Smiling, you said, “Sounds perfect, Georgie.” He smiled back and swiftly stood up with the water bottle you had left behind.

Turning back to Milli, she saw your blushing cheeks and laughed at you. “I better not find a used condom in the morning.” You shoved her with a shocked noise, “Milli!”

time skip!

You had dried off your hair after the evening shower, wrapped up in comfy branded clothes to act as your nightwear. Passing the hairdryer to Cinna, and offering her some of the products you brought in with you to her, you left the room and into the bedrooms.

Walking around the corner, you saw George laid in your shared bed with the duvet pulled up to his chest and the harmonica resting in his hands, playing sweet (you wouldn’t necessarily call it that) melodies.

“What the fuck?” You laughed at the sight of him curled up but refusing to give up the harmonica. Walking towards the bed, you shook your head. “Are you serenading me into bed?”

George nodded quickly and played more sounds on the harmonica as you lifted the duvet and slotted yourself in the bed next to him. You fluff your pillow and lay down, shoulder to shoulder to him due to the minimal space despite the double bed. George titled his head to look at you, “It worked, no?”

Rolling your eyes, you snatched the harmonica out of his hands and placed it in your bedside table, hearing the complaints of George next to you as his hands reached out to reclaim his prized possession. Swatting his hands away, you said “No harmonica’s at bedtime.”

George smirked at you and shuffled himself closer to you, his arms sneaking around your waist. “Little Y/N is jealous of my harmonica,” You laughed and half-heartedly pushed at his arms as he teased you, “Don’t worry, love. You’re the only thing I plan on putting my lips on tonight.”

“Excuse me?” You heard PK shout as he entered the room, catching you and George in an uncomfortable situation as his arms were slung around you, leaning his body weight on you that he was practically on top of you; and the inclusion of his innuendo he had just said out loud to the entire room with entering people.

You gasped and slapped George on the chest, “Oh my God!” You laughed at PK and Milli’s wild facial expressions as they stood frozen at the doorway. Milli pointed at you, “I was only joking about the condom thing!”

Your eyes widened, “Milli!” you said through gritted teeth and gestured subtly with your head at George, who laid there with a smug smile. “What condom thing?” He nudged you with his shoulder. “Nothing!” You quickly shut the conversation down.

Everyone began to settle down and doze off in their beds as the lights dimmed. You laid on your back and stared at the ceiling as George was laid on his side facing you, one of his hands brushing against the side of your waist.

George’s whispered voice broke you out of your daze, “Do you feel like something’s changed between us since being here?”

You turned your head to face him, “What do you mean?”

George took a deep breath and shuffled himself closer to you, “Like… without our friends or anyone interrupting us, do you feel like something’s changed in our friendship or…?” He trailed off.

You turned to lean on your side and came face to face with George, feeling like the only two people in the room despite it being filled with people you didn’t even know a couple days ago. Nodding, you admitted. “Yes.”

Silence engulfed the room for a moment as the pair of you stared at each other, trying to find the line you were teetering on which could determine your friendship; or lack thereof.

“I like this. Just us.” George whispered, flickering his eyes between your gaze and your lips.

You nodded, “I don’t wanna leave this place.” George swallowed and let you finish, “Because I’m scared of what will happen to us outside of here.” Your admission stayed in the air for a moment, George’s eyes softening at you. He bit his lip in nervousness and tucked a stray hair behind your ear. “When we leave this place… I don’t wanna be your friend.” He started.

“I think being your friend would kill me because I want to be so much more than that.” His hand cupped your cheek.

Your heart was beating out of your chest as you smiled softly at him. You lifted your hand to rest it on top of the one that was holding your face, twisting your head to press a kiss onto his palm.

He smiled at you with pink dusted cheeks, rubbing your cheek with his thumb. You stared at each other for a while before slowly nodding at each other; a mental communication that the feeling was mutual and that you’d see what endevours this house would take you to.

George turned to lean on his back, pulling you with him as he positioned your head against his chest, a strong arm wrapped around your back. You cuddled into his figure, entangling your legs with his as your smile grew wider at the new feeling; one you wished you had been doing this entire time.

George leaned down and pressed a kiss to your forehead, “Goodnight, beautiful.” He whispered. Your heart fluttered at the action and you fell asleep to the sound of his heart beating against your ear, and the soft brush of his thumb on the skin of your back.

time skip!

After waking up in George’s arms, he had refused to let you go or out of his sight, mind foggy with a lavender haze. Neither of you had forgotten your chat last night, and to everyone’s displeasure, had become all the more attached to each other as you basked in your mutual feelings.

George had you sit upright on the couch with him sitting on the floor and between your legs, your hands running through his hair every now and then as he requested a massage from you.

Your hands knead into his shoulders, with the occasional leaning down to whisper some joke into his ear, causing him to laugh and tilt his head back into you. His hands were settled on your thighs and drew patterns into the material that covered you.

“Can the girls please go to Room 19.”

You groaned and looked over at Milli who had stood up and had her hand outstretched to help you up. “Come on, Y/N. You can leave your boyfriend for one minute.” You mocked a laugh and stood up off the couch. As you rose, George held your hand and pressed a soft kiss against the back of it, wishing you good luck as you departed the room. Cinna nudged you as the group of girls left, “What are the odds that George is already complaining to the boys about how much he misses you?” Milli, who was standing on the other side of you, laughed and high-fived the American.

Entering Room 19, you sat shoulder to shoulder with Milli and Farah was perched on the arm of the chair, leaning on you slightly in case of falling off the sofa.

“Girls… It's challenge time. Please go to the Challenge Arena.” You all froze and waited for further instructions but received none. “What, just the girls?” Whitney asked on behalf of all of you. “Yes.” The voice confirmed.

“Fuck off.” Milli said, looking around at all the girls. “Yeah, I heard you loud and clear.” Whitney finished as you all headed towards the Challenge Arena.

You walked in to be greeted with six chairs in a circle, Josh and Harry standing behind them with wicked smiles etched across their faces. “What is this?” Mya asked, all of you standing in a line with arms linked.

Sitting in your seat, Josh demanded, “Everyone put their blindfolds on.” You did as requested and slowly placed the headphones on, not before you caught a glare from Whitney.

You let the music fill the silence as you sit with your leg bouncing up and down from nerves. You just had to hope that no one would pick you because you were far from ready to leave just yet.

Feeling a tap on your shoulder, you took the blindfold and headphones off and immediately looked at your glow stick as it remained a neutral white colour. You let out a sigh of relief and peered over to see that Mya had been the one selected for elimination. “Who the fuck? No, don’t piss me off.” Farah exclaimed.

“Knew it was gonna be me first.” She sighed, you felt for her as whoever had picked her, had put her in a really uncomfortable situation. “It’s now your time to try and work out who voted for you.” Josh said.

Mya went through everyone and asked why they would vote for her. Reaching you, the statement held its own, “I wouldn’t pick you, Mya. I feel like recently we’ve bonded and I don’t wanna see you go.” Mya nodded at you with a smile, making you feel somewhat calmer in this awkward circumstance.

Mya pointed at Milli, “Milli. But now I’m second guessing.” You winced for Milli, feeling awful as you saw her betrayed face and her shaking head. You wanted to reach out and offer a hand for her, but you realised this would be breaking the rules and put you in an easy position to be voted out.

“Mya, you have guessed… incorrectly.” Josh confirmed. You all sighed as she was guided to the elimination bench per Josh’s request.

Putting your blindfold and headphones back on, you awaited the next round. Understanding that you clearly hadn’t been picked to eliminate someone, you bit your lip and awaited your fate.

A tap on your shoulder caused you to take your blindfold off, instinctively looking over to your glow stick. This time it was beaming a deep red colour.

Your heart dropped as you muttered curses under your breath. You heard Milli and Cinna gasp in the circle, and Farah’s hands covered her mouth in shock. Rolling your head back, you rubbed your eyes and groaned.

Josh and Harry watched on awkwardly, a sick feeling in their stomach as they watched your fate in the hands of others, wishing they could pretend that round never happened.

Harry cleared his throat, “Y/N, as you can see, your light is red.” You nodded and hummed. “Who do you think has betrayed you?”

You pointed at Milli, “I know it wouldn’t be you.” She smiled gratefully at you, especially after the last round. You squint your eyes at Cinna, “I’m like 90% sure you wouldn’t pick me.”

Peering over at Farah, you were about to make a point before she interrupted you. “Y/N, I would never pick you. You know how I’m like your biggest fan and I don’t wanna ruin your George love story; so please trust me, I didn’t pick you.”

You chuckled as Harry and Josh laughed with each other. Trusting Farah’s words, you moved on to the next. “That only leaves one person, Y/N.” Josh said as you stared at Whitney.

Whitney sat there with her head shaking. “Fuck.” You mumbled. “I’m gonna go with Whitney just because I feel like I’m the least close with you here.” “You’re wrong.” She stated.

You winced as she kept the mantra that you were wrong. Josh interrupted her spat and asked you, “Y/N, is that your final answer?” You nodded, “Yes. I’ll lock in Whitney.” You sighed as you realised you couldn’t take back your answer, peering over at the elimination bench and willing that you wouldn’t have to sit there.

Harry spoke up, “We can confirm that you were… correct.”

Your eyes widened as everyone snapped their heads over to Whitney’s direction. Mya, who was sitting on the bench, smiled over at you and sent you a wink of encouragement.

“This means, Y/N. That you are safe and may continue through to the next round.” Josh said with a smile. “Fucking hell.” You mumbled, hands rubbing on your face as you tried to wear away the stress.

During the final round, you again, were not selected to vote anyone out. You sat patiently and begged that you wouldn’t be chosen again just for the sake of your sanity. Stripping your blindfold off, you saw Farah had been selected.

After picking Milli again, and shaking your head at her hurt facial expressions with the way they were painting her in the house, Farah discovered she was incorrect and the panel of eliminated contestants had been filled.

“Congratulations Cinna, Whitney, Milli and Y/N. You have survived Lights Out and you are the final four remaining. You must now choose one player that you want to eliminate.”

Everyone gasped and rolled their eyes in horror, the power being in your hands.

Cinna started, “I’m trying to think of who I think needs it more and who wants it more and who, if I was at the end and they were there, I would be like “They need the money, and they deserve it.” You all nodded along as she continued her argument.

You tilted your head to see Farah holding back tears and clinging onto Mya who bounced her leg up and down. You felt awful for the girls, especially since you could have easily been in that situation but luckily guessed right.

Milli spoke up, “And I feel like this would change Farah’s life massively.” Cinna nodded, “I mean, one of them was wearing Van Cleef.” You snorted a laugh, realising this was not the time for jokes or chuckles, catching a shake of Mya’s head in the distance.

“We need an answer from all of you, please.” Josh said with certainty, looking over all of you.

Cinna started, “I’m picking Mya because I really wanna see Farah win.” You could see her try and play it off in the background, but the hurt was evident. Whitney was next, “I’ve just bonded with Mya. I couldn’t do that. I’m gonna pick Farah.” You nodded at her explanation, avoiding eye contact as your mind continuously reminded you of her voting you out; and the digs she made at you the day before.

After an explanation, Milli said, “So that’s why I’m picking Mya.” You winced, assuming it was over. There was a silence as you all looked at each other, most of the eyes falling onto you.

Cinna pointed at you, “Wait, what’s gonna happen because we already have a deciding vote?” You furrowed your brows and agreed. Harry looked down at you, “Y/N…” He started.

“Oh God.” You whispered, hands shaking as you dreaded what he was about to say.

“Because you guessed correctly, you are the deciding vote. Whoever you choose, they will be eliminated from Inside.” Your eyes widened. “If you choose to vote Mya, she will leave the house due to majority votes, but if you pick Farah, she will leave the house due to your superior vote as you won this challenge.”

Your mouth dropped open as you hid your face from everyone, them all looking at you with immense sympathy as this was single handedly the worst position you’ve ever been in.

“Fuck me.” You groaned. Harry looked around the room and leaned in close to your ear, “You realise George isn’t here, right?”

You threw your arms up in shock as everyone let out shocked laughter, turning to him, you exclaimed, “Not the time!” He laughed and moved back to his original position, Josh fist bumping him in approval of the joke.

You sighed, “This is fucking awful. But, I think I’ve made my decision.” Everyone leaned forward in their chairs to listen intently to you.

“I’m going off who contributes more, who is less likely to cost us money in challenges and who I believe is in a better position to win this entire thing.” Everyone nodded along, “You both know that I love you, and this is such a weird and horrendous situation, and please know that I wish I had a choice to keep you both here.” They smiled at you, making a mental promise that they wouldn’t curse you out for making this decision.

“So with that, I’ve decided to pick… Mya.” You cringed, looking over at her sad face.

“Okay, Mya. Unfortunately, you have been eliminated.” Harry said, “However, unlike before, you’ll not be going home immediately. So, you’re all free to go back inside.”

You stood up feeling guilty as Mya hung her head low. Milli wrapped you in a hug, pulling you out the room before you got overwhelmed and began crying. You knew it was coming, but you didn’t want the crew or Josh and Harry to see you cry.

Milli hid your face from the crew, whispering, “It’s alright, it’s alright.” You entered the bedrooms and sat on your double bed, knees clutched into your chest and your head resting on your knees.

Milli sat next to you and brushed your knee, “Do you want me to get George?” She whispered. The nod of your head a good enough answer for her as she jogged out the room, still holding a close eye on you.

You sat there still, rethinking and reimagining everything that had just happened. Not only had at least two people been willing to vote you out, someone had actively gone for you and ripped into your personality, but you had also been one guess away from packing your bags and departing from this house; leaving everyone behind, all your new friends, your new place, your new normal. Your George.

Milli walked slowly back into the room, “He’s not here.” Your head shot up and your mind instantly skipped to the worse scenario; one in which he had been voted out. Seeing your horror stricken face, Milli reassured you, “All the boys are gone, I think they’re doing the challenge we just did.”

Your body visibly relaxed causing you to fall back onto the bed and stare aimlessly at the ceiling. Your mind raced with endless dreads and doubts, “What if George is voted out?” You whispered.

Hearing this, Milli copied your position on the bed and laid next to you, “What did you say?” She asked.

“What if George leaves today, like that’s the last time I’ve seen him in the house?” Your voice broke as your cheeks were stained with previously shed tears. “Y/N, he wouldn’t have been voted out, I’m sure of it.” Milli tried to reassure you.

You bit your lip, “But it’s not definite.” Milli watched you holding back more tears, unsure of how to comfort you fully as the power was far from in her hands. All you had to do was trust the other guys in this house, but they had no obligation to keep him in.

A long silence filled the room for a moment, the other girls debriefing elsewhere and leaving you and Milli with some privacy, well the most they could provide in this new house.

“He was never just a friend to you, was he?” Milli looked over at you with a sympathetic smile etched across her face. You swallowed and held eye contact with her before nodding slowly and looking back at the ceiling.

You sighed and covered your face with your hands, “It’s literally stupid--” “Y/N, your feelings are never stupid.” Milli cuts you off, not allowing you to tear yourself and your love life down.

Milli continued, “Y/N, George is so down bad for you.” She laughed lightly, “Hell, you two were each other's first kiss, you haven’t been able to keep your hands off each other the whole time we’ve been in here, and everyone with eyes can see that.” She nudged you which caused a smile to slowly creep on your face.

“Friends don’t look at each other the way you and George do.” She said, grinning at you as heat spread across your cheeks and you fiddled with your hands.

“He said something to me last night.” You mumbled, seeing her lean forward to catch the gossip. She scrunched up her face slightly, “Oh, God. Don’t talk to me about George and your’s sex life!”

“Milli! No!” You gasped, sitting up and swatting her in the shoulder as she laughed loudly. “It’s not that! It was something about what we’d be like outside of this place.” You smiled seeing her eyes widen and she immediately shot up, “Tell me now.”

You licked your lips, “He was like ‘When we leave, I don’t wanna be your friend.’” “What the fuck--” She gasped. “Milli, let me finish!”

“He then said, ‘I think being your friend would kill me because I want to be so much more than that.’” You said with a smile and suppressed a laugh as Milli’s mouth dropped open and her hands gripped yours.

You both sat in silence for a couple seconds before the two of you broke out into screams and squeals, your cheeks red and her laughter echoing the room. “Fuck off! No fucking way he said that!” You nodded wildy, “Y/N, that’s fucking insane!” You laughed at Milli’s excited response.

She grabbed both your shoulders and shook you, “I give you and George full permission to shag tonight because--” “Milli!” You shouted, pushing her away with furious pink cheeks. She giggled and sprinted towards the bedside table, pulling out the packet of condoms, “The Sidemen have literally planned ahead so they know it’s coming too!”

You groaned and threw the duvet over your head in embarrassment, “Oh, my God. I can’t believe my friends and family are gonna see this.” Milli yanked the duvet off your head and yanked you up the talk to the other girls, not without constantly reminding you of George’s late night whispering as she tried to replicate his voice.

time skip!

Hearing the boys walk back in, you leaped to your feet in an instant and called out, “Who?” The other girls followed suit, and Farah gripped your hand in comfort as both of you dreaded George’s fate.

“It was me.” Patrice said, raising both of his hands. You felt sorry for him obviously, but your priorities were elsewhere.

“Oh, fucking hell.” You muttered as you sprinted over to George, his eyes finding you immediately and taking long strides towards you.

You saw him sigh in relief, “Thank fuck.” He mumered and crashed into your body with intensity, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into a desperate hug. Your arms tightened around his shoulders and tangled into his mullet, head nuzzled into his neck and pressing feather light kisses onto the exposed skin. George lifted you up in the hug which caused you to wrap your legs around his waist, his strong grip never faltering as the pair of you muttered reassuring words to each other.

Cinna started to walk over to you to comfort you as she missed out on doing earlier. Just as she was about to tap your shoulder, Milli stopped her and whispered, “Just leave them.” Cinna nodded in understanding and smiled as George relaxed in your hold and the tears that stained your cheeks had dried off onto his hoodie.

“I thought it was gonna be you.” You heard George whisper, pulling back but still held up by him, you muttered, “It nearly was.”

His face dropped, “What?” You unwrapped your legs from his waist, still clinging to his hoodie, “Let’s go talk.” He obeyed without a second thought, leaving everyone in the main area to have some privacy.

Pulling him into the gym, you shut the door behind you to keep the moment between yourselves. George’s hand slipped into yours and he pulled you close, “What happened?”

You swallowed and held eye contact, “I was picked to be eliminated.” George’s eyes widened and his grip tightened. “But I guessed right.” “Who the fuck was it?” He said, eyes darting across your face and out the window where he could still see everyone.

You shook your head and looked down, “No, no, no.” His hands cupped the sides of your faces and tilted your head up so you remained looking at him, his thumb brushing across your pink tinted cheeks. “Just tell me.” He whispered.

You sighed, “It was Whitney.” George’s jaw clenched and he made a move to leave the room and confront her, but you yanked him back with a tight grip on his wrist. “No, please. I don’t wanna cause more drama than there already is.” George turned to see your eyes filling with unshed tears, his heart dropping as a frown slowly crept onto your face. “Please don’t cry, beautiful.” He whispered, pulling you back into a hug and a hand rubbing up and down your back.

“Why do people want me out?” Your voice broke. You shook your head in George’s chest, feeling horrible as this was not the first time people had been willing to see your departure. “I don’t know, baby. I don’t know.” George sighed and twirled your hair in his hands.

Pulling back from his chest, your lip trembled. “Why the fuck is it always me?” He brushed stray hairs behind your ear and crouched down slightly to be at the same level as you.

“Y/N, I’m not gonna let this happen to you. They just see you as a threat and not a real person, they don’t understand that what they’re doing to you is hurting you right now.” You nodded at his words, “If I’m honest… I don’t know what I’ll do if you leave this house.”

His face inched closer to yours, feeling his breath against your face. His words resonated with you and caused you to lean in closer to him. Your nose brushed his, George’s head tilted to the side and his hands tangled in your hair, pulling you closer to him.

Just as your lips were about to brush, the gym door swung open. “Hey, we’re saying our goodbyes to Mya and Patrice now. You coming?”

You snapped your faces away from each other, hands falling off each other’s figure and standing awkwardly at the other side of the room. DDG put his hands in the air, “Look if you wanna do all that; I wouldn’t do it where a camera can see the whole room.” He shrugged and left with a laugh as you and George were both blushing furiously.

Biting your lip, you looked over at him as he stared at the floor. “Let’s go?” You said quietly. He nodded and opened the door for you, following behind you a comfortable few steps away.

time skip!

Just after you had bidded farewell to Mya and Patrice, you laid on the couch with your legs propped up on George’s lap. His hand rested on your shin and he nudged you, “Hey, are we gonna talk about… you know, later?” You licked your lips and fiddled with your fingers. “Yeah, we’ll talk about it.” George smiled at you, one in which you reciprocated.

“George, please come to Room 19.” The loud speaker requested. George’s eyes flickered between the group, “A large phallus.” You laughed at him and shook your head at his antics, watching as he left the room.

Soon after George was called, you were too and entered the familiar room. The chair had two pictures on them, both facing downwards so the contains were hidden.

Flicking the pictures up, it showed one of Patrice and one of Mya. “You have the opportunity to save one of them from elimination. Please hold up the photo of the Insider you would like to save.”

You rolled your eyes, “Fucking hell, give me a break.” Your eyes flicked between the two pictures, shaking your head as you found someone’s fate lying in your hands once again.

“I can’t screw Mya over twice…” You muttered. “I’m the one who got her eliminated and I’m not doing that shit again.” You decided your answer pretty quickly, choosing not to dwell on the options for too long and feel the immense guilt you felt earlier; it felt like ripping a bandaid off, quick and painless.

Holding up a picture of Mya, you turned it to face the camera. “I’m saving Mya because I feel like I’ll throw up if she actually left because of my lucky guess.”

Just as you left Room 19, you realised that you were the last one in there. Turning the corner, you crashed straight into Mya.

You gasped and flung your arms around her, “Oh, my God! I’m so sorry I voted you out, I didn’t mean it--” “Stop, babe! I’m back, it’s all good!” She smiled and the pair of you jumped around in circles in excitement, the squeals clearly catching the attention of the other Insiders.

As they reunited, you drifted towards George and pulled him into a side hug. He pressed a kiss onto the side of your head and the pair of you fell into usual sync.

time skip!

“I’m sorry.” Jason apologised profusely for giving into the temptation; this being an opportunity to play in the Sidemen Charity Match. You sat on the stool and watched George throw darts at the dart board.

“George, you’re playing in that, right?” You asked. He turned around and nodded, “You bet your sweet ass I am.” You laughed and shook your head.

“You would look sexy in a football kit.” You muttered, hoping he wouldn’t hear as you verbalised your internal thoughts.

His head whipped around, “What did you say, Y/N?”

Your eyes widened, “Nothing! Nothing!” He squinted his eyes suspiciously, wondering whether or not to pester you but decided to let you off for once.

The price noise saved you from exposing your words, but watching the prize fund dropping significantly didn’t help your case. “That’s not bad.” Milli said, trying to reassure and gaslight you all into thinking you weren’t reckless spenders.

Later, you fell onto the double bed and hugged the pillow tight to your chest, “What a day.” You grumbled. George fell next to you and toyed with the ends of the pillow case, “Yeah… What a day.”

You stared at each other for a moment. George broke the silence, “So… Did you wanna talk about earlier?” He sounded nervous and his lip was trapped between his teeth.

You nodded slowly, “Yeah…” You wound your hand into his, making the first move. Building up the courage, you said. “I wouldn’t have regretted it if we hadn’t gotten interrupted.” George’s eyes widened and a smile stretched across his face, “Me neither.” He shuffled his body closer to yours in the bed, “I kind of regret that we didn’t do it.”

Your heart fluttered in your chest, feeling this close to him and his admission that he wishes he kissed you. Your body tilted to fit into his, leaning into his lips just before the world (or the Sidemen) decided to ruin the moment, again.

“Please head to the Challenge Arena!” You heard Farah shout from the living room, reading out the message presented on the television.

“Oh, you’re fucking kidding me--” George groaned loudly, throwing his head back onto the pillow and slapping his hands to his forehead. You laughed at him and reciprocated the same frustration, “Come on, Georgie.”

Your hand hoisted him up and he wrapped his arms around you from behind, waddling behind you as you strode towards the Challenge Arena. His tired face was nuzzled in your neck, “I swear if we get interrupted one more time.” His breath tickled your neck, chuckling at him and putting your hand back to tangle in his hair. “Patient, George. Patient.”

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

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and please no stealing of my work !!

(ps, i just wanna say thank you so so much to everyone helping me, i was so nervous to say something about it and had no idea how to handle it and i'm so grateful for every single one of you i genuinely love you and these chapters are for all of you, please enjoy🤍🤍🤍)

(pps, also anyone who’s requested stuff it will be written once i’ve finished this story!)

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“Insiders, please gather in the living room.”

The blaring voice of Tobi rang out in the bedroom, startling you as you woke up from your slumber. You found yourself curled up into a bed you weren’t familiar with, it didn’t smell like you so you could definitely determine that it wasn’t yours; also the strong arms wrapped around you were definitely not your own.

Your back was pressed against someone’s hard chest, your figure hugged into them tightly. Their head was tucked into the space between your shoulder and your neck, their soft and slow snores tingling your skin. Your hair tickled their face, but they didn’t move as their hands were snuck underneath your bedtime shirt, fingers brushing the waistband of your shorts.

You groaned and rubbed the sleep out of your eyes, shifting just enough for the person behind you to slip their hands to both sides of your waist, feeling their presence sit up behind you.

Turning around, you saw a shirtless George sitting upright and ruffling his bed hair. You couldn’t help but notice the lack of space between you two due to being squished into the twin bed, one of his arms was wrapped around you in case you fell off the bed.

You stared at him for a moment. Confused, you asked, “Why am I in your bed?” His tired gaze settled on you for a second before his eyes widened and memories from the night before came flooding back. “Oh! You fell asleep on my bed and I didn’t want to wake you and move you,” You nodded along. “So, I just let you stay in mine.”

His cheeks grew a pink colour as he continued and gestured with his hands, “We fell asleep back to back so I also have no idea why we ended up… like this.” He laughed nervously, scratching the back of his neck.

“Morning, love birds!” PK shouted from across the room, an exaggerated wave being sent your way. You turned around and flipped PK off with a joking smile, hearing his cackle before looking back at George who was leaning over the bed to reach for his clothes. He maneuvered around you, resting a hand on your thigh for support as you sat cross legged on his bed.

Holding his shirt, he stood up and continued the routine of holding a hand out for you to take, helping you stand up and out of the bed.

Walking over to your bed, you couldn’t find your hoodie to put over your shirt and the room wasn’t getting any warmer at this time in the morning. Seeing your struggle, George walked your way and tapped you on the shoulder.

His black top was halfway on his body, his right hand offering you his navy hoodie. You went to shake your head and refuse but he took your hand and placed the hoodie in your arms, “Please, just take it.” He winked and passed you to go into the living room.

Leaving you behind clinging onto his hoodie, you tried to suppress a wide smile and rosy cheeks. Milli watched from across the room with a cheeky smile and stuck her tongue out at you, “Oh, George is so dreamy! I wish I could sleep in his bed every night!” She mocked your thoughts in a high pitched tone of voice.

Your mouth dropped open at her, leaning down to reach for the ‘horny beast’ that had fallen from the bed during the night and lobbed it at her. She laughed as it hit her face before flicking it away in disgust, “Ew! I don’t wanna know what that teddy saw last night in bed with you and George!”

“Milli!” You groaned as she skipped up to you and linked your arms, leading the pair of you out the room and whispering dirty jokes in your ear about how the name of the teddy lived up to its name.

The pair of you walked into the living room, greeted with the sight of Tobi standing behind a plinth with cards stacked on top of it.

“Oh, fuck.” You mumbled making Tobi laugh. You cursed the game out as you settled yourself down on the sofa, shoulder to shoulder with Milli and sitting across from George, his leg brushing yours as he outstretched his own.

George smiled at you and you reciprocated the action. Farah next to you grumbled, “Jesus. Was cuddling all night not enough for you? Do you really need to eye-fuck each other from across the room?”

You covered your face with your hands as the group bellowed in laughter, Jason slapping George on the back in congratulations (although nothing has happened between you two yet). Tobi’s eyebrows raised and pointed to the cameras in the room, “George and Y/N, there are cameras everywhere and I don’t wanna see any funny business that needs to be cut!” He flickered between the two of you.

You sunk into the couch more, “Tobi! Just ruin our morning and tell us what’s happening.” You laughed, Milli beside you wished she could take a picture of your embarrassed face right now.

Tobi chuckled and complied, “Good morning, Insiders.” Everyone responded with half-hearted replies. “Can I please ask you to clear the front of the sofa and line up in front of it, please?”

You grumbled, sleep still overtaking your body as you reluctantly peeled yourself off of your comfy position on the sofa. You naturally found yourself gravitating towards George and slipped out of Milli’s radar, her smirking at you as you unknowingly got closer to the boy.

George peered down at you as you stood next to him, he ruffled your bed hair with his hand before it slid down your body to settle on your lower back.

“One by one, you’re going to come and collect an envelope from this plinth here.” Tobi explained. However, you were too distracted by George’s completely tired look on his face, smiling to yourself as he stared absentmindedly into the distance. Of course, you wouldn’t admit to yourself that he looked insanely good and adorable here; because he was your best friend! Best friends don’t think about each other like that, although you feared all morals were out the window after you spooned each other in bed last night.

“Do not open it until I say so.” Tobi demanded, all of you still confused about the concept of this challenge, or if it was a challenge.

“George.” Tobi called him up, his hand drifting from its position on your back but still hovering over your figure. PK snorted a laugh and whispered to Whitney next to him, “Can’t let go of his girl for one second.” She laughed and slapped his chest, intensely watching the two of you.

After George picked up his envelope, your name was called. “Y/N.” You stepped forward and took the envelope with dread, a nervous feeling sitting in your stomach at what lies underneath the paper.

While everyone else collected their envelopes, you felt the lack of sleep catching up with you and swayed on the spot slightly, eyes staring ahead. On instinct, you leaned into George’s side and rested your head on his arm; sensing this, George crouched down slightly so you could rest your head comfortably on his shoulder, despite the awkward squatting position he was in, he valued your comfort more than his.

You weren’t aware of this gesture, but still appreciated his response to your touch as his fingers started tracing patterns on your back that was clad in his hoodie.

“I’m now going to ask you to open and reveal the content of your envelope.” Tobi looked at the cuddling pair, “George, please open your envelope.”

George slowly ripped open the envelope and turned the sheet around to reveal a blank canvas with a circle on it. Furrowing your brows, you did the same after to see you had the exact same result.

This continued down the line until it reached DDG, everyone looking around at each other to silently question if they had any idea what this meant. “As you can see, DDG is the only one to have an X.”

“Which means that you will have to pick someone to go home right now.” Your mouth dropped open and your heart fell into your stomach, you had just woken up and someone was immediately going home.

Slipping your hand into George’s, his grip tightened on you and pressed a kiss on top of your head due to the height difference. With your head resting on him, you could hear his heart pounding against his chest and toyed with his fingers to try and relieve his nerves.

DDG stood up and faced the group as Tobi said, “You must now choose someone to leave the Inside house.” Sighing, he looked at you and George.

“Last night we were all hanging out, having a good time and creating a nice bond together.” Your nerves faltered slightly, remembering (before you fell asleep) that DDG was conversing with you and George about how you should ‘cut the shit and just kiss already’.

“And one person just wasn’t vibing at all. I’m sorry, Dylan.” You cringed as Dylan nodded in acceptance and Tobi ordered him to say his goodbyes.

DDG interview!

“I knew if I wanted to get George out, I needed to get Y/N out first. But it’s too soon to vote one of them out now because everyone could see what game I’m trying to play. So I went off initial vibes, and that’s why I voted out Dylan.”

You, George, Milli and Farah all walked Dylan out of the house, bidding your goodbyes and hugging him before he walked out the house. You knew it would feel different without a figure in the house; but it was all part of the game and you understood it.

As everyone gathered in the bedroom, you sat crossed legged on George’s bed whilst he stood behind you, his arms wrapped around your shoulders from behind and hugging you close. You looked up at George, “The elimination still hasn’t properly hit me,” He nodded along, “I’m still half asleep.” You grumbled and leaned into George’s touch.

You could hear him laugh from behind you, “Give her an hour and she’ll cry when she realises he’s actually gone.” The others laughed at him as you shook your head and rested your hands on his arms where they were situated around your shoulders.

PK spoke up, “Today is your birthday.” He pointed at Whitney. You all turned to look at her in surprise and all cheered, “Happy Birthday!” As the group sang to her, George swayed you two back and forth.

The sound of a bell chiming broke everyone out of their daze as a couple of people peered their heads around the door to read the screen, “Breakfast is ready!” They shouted. George slipped his arms off of your shoulders, switching his hold on you to lug you up in bridal style off of the bed, one arm underneath your legs. You yelped in surprise and he smiled at your reaction, “Let’s go get breakfast, beautiful.” He whispered to you as he strode down to the shop with you in his arms.

As you reached the shop, he settled you back into the floor but let his hands rest on your hips. “George can’t keep his hands off her for one minute!” Patrice laughed and looked towards DDG and Jason, then laughing and pointing at the pair of you and you stood oblivious to their nattering near you.

Looking at the items listed, George pointed one out. “Custom coffee’s two and a half grand today.” You shook your head, “Yeah, please no one buy that today.” You wanted to try and attempt to save money, the budget was dropping already less than two days in and if you were to win, you’d like some money to take home with you.

Whitney took a step towards you and her eyes flickered to the position you and George were in, “It’s my birthday and Y/N, stop defending your boyfriend. Have your own opinion!”

Your eyes widened and you turned to face George, stepping out of his hold in embarrassment. George felt his heart falter a little bit as you retracted from his touch, missing the feeling of you in his hold.

You saw George open his mouth to protest and snap back at Whitney for her uncalled for comment, but you quickly shook your head and whispered, “Leave it.” You wanted to avoid conflict on the third day, you couldn’t handle arguing with people you barely knew.

time skip!

“Why, hello there!” You jumped from your spot sat next to Milli in the living room, the discussion about the charity match halting as JJ’s voice rang out.

“Are you all good?” You opened your mouth to respond as well as the others, “Shut up! I don’t care.” JJ shouted back, causing you to suppress a laugh.

Everyone walked into the living room as JJ continued through the loud speaker, “It’s time to go to the challenge arena. Get your asses changed and let’s go.”

You groaned and rolled your head back as you mentally prepared yourself for this challenge. As you walked towards the challenge arena, you spotted George a few steps ahead and in a slow walk. You picked up your step to stand behind him and wrapped your arms around his waist to rest your forehead on his back due to his height advantage against you.

You could practically see George’s eyebrows raise, “Well, hello there.” He lifted one arm around his back to stroke the back of your head and chuckled at your dread as you mumbled curses about the Sidemen; something along the lines of ‘God, why did I agree to this?’

The purple colour lights blinded your vision as you rounded the corner into the arena, “Here we are once more.” You heard George grumble, trying to sound somewhat enthusiastic but failing in doing so. “Ye old challenge arena.”

You retracted yourself from clinging onto George and stood on your tiptoes to see the room. Simon and JJ stood behind a circle table with trays scattered around it, and seats accompanying each side for spectators.

Simon and JJ urged you into the room, mocking greetings and laughing at your horror stricken face. You took a seat next to Milli, directly opposite George who winked at you in good luck.

Simon and JJ listed off the rules of ‘The Wheel of Mystery’, the name not exactly helping soothe your nerves but you persisted otherwise. Milli looked over at you and laughed at your face, a sour look etched into your features as you watched Simon shuffle through his cue cards before landing on one and showing it to JJ, then proceeding to laugh with each other and glance in your direction; you just knew they had something up their sleeve for you.

Unfortunately, due to your positioning behind Patrice in the game and his determination to go first, you had to endure an entire game of him occasionally letting one rip. Each time he backed his own ass control, you put your head in your hands to cover your laugh as Milli groaned and rested her forehead on your shoulder with closed eyes.

Once it was PK’s turn, JJ smirked at the question he was given, “This is a juicy one.” He raised his brows, “Rank the girls inside from most to least attractive.”

PK immediately turned round to face Milli and pointed at her, “Least attractive!” You gasped in shock and looked at PK with a confused expression. Milli responded with just as much energy, “He’s just salty I didn’t say he was the fittest!” She laughed with you as PK started spewing facts that she was the most attractive yesterday, but according to his logic, it’s a new day.

He ranked Farah sixth, Mandi fifth, Whitney fourth and Cinna third. PK glanced back and forth between you and Mya, taking a good look at the pair of you and considering his options.

George on the side had his lip tucked in between his teeth and his head tilted to the side, he stared at PK and silently willed him to stop as he watched his eyes trail over your sitting figure. George would never admit that he was jealous, because there was nothing to be jealous over. All friends feel a sick feeling in their stomach when another man practically hits on them when they’re right there, it’s normal! It’s a valid reaction because he is definitely not in love with you! He’d just curse PK out if he even tried to make a move on you; but the mischievous look in PK’s eyes told George that he wasn’t making it out of the challenge with any sense of dignity.

PK stood up and walked over to George, lifting a hand up to dap him up. “George, you’re my man. I’d never take your girl from you, brother.” You widen your eyes and look anywhere but George and PK, catching a glance of George’s mouth open and heat spreading through his cheeks.

George let out a nervous laugh and couldn’t form a witty response to that. Mya beside him could only laugh at his red face and the image of JJ laughing and pointing at him.

PK walked back to his seat, “So, Y/N second and my wife, Mya as first.” Everyone nodded along, still smiling from the previous interaction.

After a couple rounds and wishing you had your phone on you to take a picture of Milli’s unamused face in the banana costume, JJ called Mandi up into the hot seat and asked her, “Which Inside do you think will be the most boring to watch?”

You winced at the harsh question and watched her look between the group before her eyes landed on you, “Y/N.” You raised your brows in shock and swallowed a dry throat; were you really that boring? JJ and Simon exchanged confused glances and cleared their throat, “Why’s that, Mandi?”

She smiled a bit, “You know I love you, Y/N,” She started. You closed your eyes and whispered to Milli, “Fucking hell, here we go.” Milli grabbed your hand for comfort.

“I just think you’re a bit of a cling on to George,” Your face paled slightly, “Like, he has a career on YouTube, so do you but… it’s like you’re just there while he’s doing his own thing.” You stared at her in shock and tried to comprehend her words for a moment, catching eye contact with George as he held a pissed off facial expression.

Jason spoke up, “Wait, doesn’t she literally have more subs than George?” George nodded and pointed at Jason, “Y/N was doing her own thing before I even joined YouTube so I don’t know what the fuck that answer means.” He defended you from across the room.

You shook your head and tightened your grip on Mandi’s hand, “That was kind of uncalled for, Mandi.” You mumbled, looking directly at her. She laughed and turned back to JJ and Simon, “I was just answering the question!”

Whitney pointed at Mandi with a smile, “I’ve got you girl!” The pair laughed and the Sidemen behind them shut them down immediately, “Mandi, open your tray.” They demanded, no longer wanting to hear them slander you, being one of their closest friends and hearing them diminish you to nothing and acting as if they were more successful than you.

Next it was your turn, “Y/N, please join us at the front.” Simon called out.

You ran your hands through your hair as you stood up, “Come on, Y/N!” You heard Milli shout from behind you, turning around and sticking your tongue out at her. You looked over at George to see him staring at you with a smile, nodding at you with encouragement.

You sat down and leaned back into the chair, crossing your arms over your chest as JJ read out his cue card. “Y/N, if you had to share a bed with any male Insider, who would it be?”

You sighed and looked down at the table, knowing exactly who they wanted you to say. You shrugged your shoulders, “Why are all my questions like this in challenges?” You laughed.

JJ behind you cackled and leaned over you, “Maybe take the hint, Y/N.” You faced him with furrowed brows and mouth ajar, Simon laughed at you and nudged JJ in a signal to not give away too much of what they had planned for you.

You scanned the room, “Only male Insiders?” Simon nodded, “Only male.”

You sucked your teeth and sighed, “I mean I’ve already done it by accident, so I would go for George.” You tilted your head to see him trying to suppress a proud smile with his arms slung behind his head, showing off his biceps (ones that you definitely didn’t catch yourself staring at).

The group all awed at your answer, even hearing PK let out a wolf-whistle your way. You showed him the bird and heard his boisterous laugh in the background.

Simon approved of your answer, “Thank you for your answer. You will see the consequences of your decision later.”

You whipped your head around to him, similar to George. “What the fuck does that mean?” You gasped, your heart dropped into your stomach as a cold flush fell over you. Simon only shrugged with a smirk, and ordered you to open your tray. You rubbed your face with your hands and groaned loudly into them, causing the others to laugh at you.

You lifted the lid off of your tray, revealing dead cockroaches laid out on the plate, the label reading ‘Crunchy Delight!” You looked away immediately and screamed, “Fuck off!”

Everyone around you gasped as they looked down at your plate, “That’s fucking rancid, mate!” You supressed a gag, leaning down to rest your forehead on the edge of the table, mumbling curses about how you weren’t getting paid enough to do this.

As the group cheered you on, you quickly lifted your head and grabbed one before stuffing it in your mouth. You wanted to throw up as soon as it entered your mouth and you quickly snatched your water bottle, only to realise you had left it in the bedroom.

Your eyes widened and you screamed with your mouth shut as your hands swiped for something that wasn’t there. No one could understand your body language as you panicked slightly. However, George noticed you fear stricken face and suddenly reached down for his bottle and hopped from his seat, quickly appearing at your side.

He unscrewed the lid off for you and shoved it into your hands as you swallowed the ‘meal’, tilting the bottle back and drinking the cold water that was situated in it. You sighed in relief as the water drowned out any taste of the cockroach.

George was still squated next to you and gently brushed his fingers against your bare shoulder in the tank top you wore, whispering encouraging words and mumbling how he was proud of you. You turned to look at him and whispered back, “Thank you.” And patted his head with a chuckle.

Realising that everyone was watching you two, George stepped back from the interaction and coughed awkwardly, walking back to his seat as everyone congratulated you for not losing any money. Cinna spoke up, “That was cute, Y/N and George!” You swatted the back of her head as you passed her.

During George’s turn he was asked, “Which Insider would you most like to be eliminated and why?”

To avoid conflict and general awkwardness within the house, George reasoned. “I don’t wanna risk my opinion being an actual vote and they go.” You all awed at him and smiled at his response, causing JJ behind him to mock us. “Shut the fuck up.” George groaned, but ultimately lost everyone £5,000.

time skip!

“Y/N, can I talk to you for a second?” You hear George ask you as he enters the living room. You were sitting around the table with your lunch situated infront of you, surrounded by multiple members of the house who were now also looking at George who stood awkwardly with his hands stuffed into his pockets.

Confused, you nodded. “Sure, what’s wrong?” George shook his head and looked at everyone around you, “Maybe… just us? Alone?” He asked with a wavering voice.

Your eyebrows shot up and stumbled over your words slightly, not expecting him to have a private conversation with you in such urgency. “Uh, yeah! I’ll come now.” You shuffled out of your stool and walked towards his as he held his arm out for you to link it with yours, knowing that was your usual instinct when it came to him.

The other insiders sitting at the table jeered at you and George, “Come on, Georgie!” You distinctly heard Jason’s voice; and Patrice shouted out, “Use protection!”

As you left the room, you stood in the main area. You looked up at George, “What did you want to tell me?”

He looked around and politely smiled at people walking past, his nerves growing even more which caused concern to grow in you. He sighed and took both of your hands into his, “Not here.”

He walked backwards towards the gym and started speaking to you, never breaking eye contact with you. “I need to tell you something, Y/N. In private.” You nodded and your breathing sped up as he edged closer to the door.

“I’ve been wanting to tell you this for ages and I figured since we’re living together for the next few days, this could be a good chance to tell you that--”

The door of the gym swung open and Mya and Whitney tumbled out laughing, messing with the pockets of their tracksuit. You yelped as they collided with George’s back before they burst into laughter and ran away, not missing the sound of a rustling packet tucked into their clothing.

You watched the run away with furrowed brows, feeling George slip from your hands and him striding over to a camera tucked into the corner of the room; “There’s no way they think I can’t hear a rusting packet of choccy, right?”

The girls passed you again, this time with composure. “Hello.” They sweetly said as you reciprocated the gesture, glancing at George with a knowing look. George scoffed and walked towards the living room, you hot on his trail. “They think they’re slick.”

You jogged up next to him and tapped his shoulder, “Wait, what were you saying back then before?”

George’s eyes widened and he swallowed, all the courage he worked up to before dispersed now. “Uh, that was-- that was nothing.” You bit your lip, “You sure?” He nodded quickly, walking past you before you could read the expression on his face, knowing him too well. “It’s fine.”

time skip!

You were all sitting in the bedroom awaiting Whitney’s fate as she entered the temptation room, but you couldn’t help but notice something was different about the room.

Sitting cross legged on the floor as you and George passed the jiggly ball between the pair of you, your eyes scanned the room. Nothing was out of place, everyone’s clothes stayed where they were in the morning, nothing had been added to the room and nothing had been altered in the room. Atleast you thought that until you noticed--

“Oh, my fucking God!” You jumped up off the floor, startling everyone in the room.

“What?” George called out from his position on the floor, chucking the ball between his hands.

“My fucking bed is gone!” You pointed at the vacant space that used to be occupied by your bed. All your items were tucked underneath someone else’s bed and your set of drawers had been moved. “Huh?” George hopped up and stood next to you.

“Holy shit!” He pointed out. You followed his finger to see where his bed was, it had been upgraded to a double bed with a note tucked into the pillows at the top of the bed. The pair of you sprinted over to retrieve the note.

Picking it up, you read its contents. “Your wish is our command, Y/N. Enjoy sharing a bed with George for the rest of the week.”

You covered your mouth in shock and dropped the note on the bed, George picking it up to read it himself to see if you were lying. In the meantime, you saw your drawers were settled on the right side of the bed, jumping towards it, you scanned the insides to see if they had messed with anything else of yours.

Seeing one new item, you slammed the draw shut and walked away from it, leaving the room and shouting, “I hate the Sidemen!”

George looked up from the note and furrowed his brows, lunging over to open the drawer you had reacted to. His mouth dropped open and he fell back onto the bed, looking directly at a camera in the room and pointing at it. “You lot are bastards, you know that?”

And as the camera zoomed into the room, more specifically the drawers. You could just make out a packet of condoms situated in the drawer with a sticky note on top of it saying, ‘No baby Clarkey’s on set please!’

time skip!

“Guys, they’ve got a harmonica on the list. Can I get it?”

You turned around mid-drawing Milli a body on her banana outfit. George skipped into the room with a wide smile on his face. You nodded eagerly, “Yes! Get it!” You needed him to confirm his first purchase.

“There’s a harmonica on the list.” He repeated. You dropped the pen you were using to draw on Milli and apologised to her, “Sorry, I have to be there to witness George lose his purchase virginity!” You skipped over to him as he awaited with open arms.

Milli scoffed jokingly, “Won’t be the first time.” You ignored her comment in ignorant bliss as George skipped in utter glee over to the shop.

“I’m gonna get myself a bloody harmonica!” George jumped into the room, his hand linked with yours as he swung your arms back and forth.

He hopped in front of the camera with a little noise, “Hello. Could I please confirm an harmonica? Please? And thank you.” He smirked into the camera.

You jumped onto his back and he tucked his hands under your thighs, hoisting you further up and you felt his back move with the way he laughed. “I’m gonna serenade you every night now, especially with those condoms in our--” “For fucks sake, George!” You pushed yourself off his back laughing, a smile spread across your face as you heard his giggles and him clapping his hands as the trap doors opened. “Open up, give me my--”

He cut himself off with a giggle, “Thank you!” He stared at you and started playing the harmonica, causing you to laugh and bury your head into your hands. He nudged you, “What? You don’t like it?” You opened your mouth to answer, “You don’t think it’s sexy? A guy playing an instrument?” He finished.

You laughed and pointed at the harmonica, “You think that’s an instrument?” George mocked the offense and snatched the item away from your reach, leaning down dangerously close to your face. “No serenading for you tonight!”

time skip!

“I feel like a side piece to George now.” You thought out loud.

Cinna, beside you, barked out in laughter as you stared at George from across the room. “What?”

You shook your head and gestured towards him, “Look how he’s always attached to that harmonica now. That used to be me a couple hours ago!”

Cinna put her head in her hands and continued laughing, “Y/N, you’re so funny.” She nudged you, seeing your mock hurt face as George repeatedly blew on the harmonica, sounding the same two notes over and over as you all patiently waited for Whitney to return with her present.

Cinna looked at you, “He’s literally sat there with party hats as breasts and you’re jealous of a fucking harmonica?” You looked at your lap in shame and tried to cover up a laugh, but Cinna leaned into you which broke you from your attempts to suppress any chuckles.

Whitney appeared back in the room holding a massive box and a card, she opened the card and started reading it out. “Okay, it says, ‘Happy birthday from the Sidemen.’” You nodded along, feeling George settle himself next to you on the sofa and his arms rest on the cushions behind you; his finger gently brushing your shoulder.

“The highest spender is PK Humble. And the lowest spender is Uncle P.” You all turned to glance at the respective people, nerves brewing at what the Sidemen had cooked up with this information

“The highest and lowest spender must make their way to room 19 and agree on someone to eliminate. They have 20 minutes.”

Your jaw dropped to the floor and your hand slipped into George’s, his fingers intertwining with your own as you looked at each other. You willed the other one to stay, neither of you could go home this early and there was a large risk that you could. Your lips trembled slightly as you could feel PK’s eyes on you, swallowing a large lump in your throat as you knew you would be considered an option.

George drew your head close to his, pressing a soft kiss on your temple. “I’m not letting you go.”

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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 !!!)

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

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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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imredjack · 2 months ago

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Anybody know those "Case Flies games" on Amazon? People that can write, do you think you can make a fic where the reader is trying to solve one? But like hiding it (cause you're embarrassed) from their partner, friends to lovers... something like that?? Was thinking the likes of "Criminals Minds" Hotch or Spencer, "9-1-1" Eddie, Buck or both (poly), "NCIS" Alden Parker, "The Rookie" Johe Nolan (I've only started the show...) Hell, even if it's a Marvel 2015 type, where everyone lives in the tower and it's broad game night! Or just one of them.🤣

I remember reading one with Hotch once and now I can't find it😭

Please help, and teg me if you do make it. Please and thanks 🙏🏻

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imredjack · 10 months ago

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What If We Were More Than Friends

Request: Chris x GN (GN = Gender Neutral) reader read Fanfic" fic🤣 just cause I think I would be funny. Like he's making it for a video (obviously) and asked you to be in it, either you together or friends and if it's friends, one if not both of you have a crush on each other... even the fans can see it but you're both oblivious. Maybe it ends with a date (if you're not together already)

Pairing: ChrisMD x GN!Reader

Category: Fluff

Word Count: 2.7k

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He smiled and all I could think was "oh shit."

"Alright, let's get this show on the road," Chris said, rubbing his hands together as he sat in front of the camera, his eyes sparkling with excitement. His friend, y/n, perched on the edge of the couch next to him, looking slightly nervous but equally eager to start their latest YouTube collaboration.

"So, what's the topic today?" y/n asked, fidgeting with the hem of their shirt.

Chris smirked. "You're about to find out," he said, leaning back and picking up a stack of printed pages from the coffee table. "We're doing something a bit different. Fanfiction readings!"

The room filled with the sound of rustling paper as y/n's eyes went wide. "Wait, what?!" they squeaked.

Chris chuckled. "Relax, it's just a bit of fun. You know, to mix things up." He flipped through the pages, a smug grin playing on his lips. "And I've picked out the best ones, too."

The nervousness on y/n's face grew palpable as they leaned in closer. "What do you mean by 'the best ones'?" They couldn't help but wonder if their secret crush had stumbled upon any of the more…intimate fanfictions. The room felt suddenly too warm, and they wished they could shrink into the cushions.

Chris looked up, his grin widening. "Oh, you know, the ones that really showcase the creativity of our amazing fanbase." He cleared his throat dramatically. "Let's dive in, shall we?"

y/n's heart skipped a beat as Chris began to read the first fanfic aloud. It was an innocent enough story, detailing an imagined friendship between him and the reader. But as the words spilled from his lips, y/n couldn't help but feel a strange warmth spread through their chest, a tingle that made their cheeks flush. They glanced at Chris, his eyes focused on the page, and for a moment, they allowed themselves to imagine the scenario playing out in real life.

The second story, however, took an unexpected turn. The plot shifted, and suddenly the characters were in a much more intimate setting. The air in the room grew thick as the fanfic grew steamier, and y/n felt their eyes widen as the scenes grew more explicit. Chris's voice remained steady, but y/n could see the faint blush creeping up his neck. They tried to keep their face neutral, not wanting to give away the tumult of emotions they were feeling.

Chris's inner monologue was a whirlwind of confusion and excitement. He'd read fanfics before, but never with someone else in the room, especially not someone he had feelings for. The words on the page seemed to leap to life, and he couldn't help but visualize the scenes with y/n as the protagonist. The way their eyes searched his every time he looked up, the subtle shift in their posture as the story grew more intense—it was all too much. He swallowed hard, trying to keep his cool.

The room felt smaller with every passing sentence, the words on the page echoing in his head like a siren's call. He wondered if y/n had noticed the heat rising in the room or the way his breath had become shallower. It was getting harder to focus on the task at hand, his thoughts wandering to the possibility of the scenarios playing out in real life. He forced himself to keep reading, his voice a little shakier than before.

y/n's mind raced as they listened, trying to piece together the storyline while also trying to ignore the racing of their heart. The tension was palpable, and they could feel it coiling around them like a snake ready to strike. They shifted uncomfortably, the fabric of the couch sticking to their damp palms. The fanfic was definitely not what they had signed up for when they agreed to do this video.

Chris's voice grew hoarser as he continued, the words becoming more and more difficult to pronounce without betraying the internal battle he was fighting. The plot had moved on to a heated argument between the characters, which somehow seemed to mirror their own unspoken tension. He took a deep breath, hoping it would help to steady his racing thoughts.

y/n's eyes flicked from the page to Chris's face, then back again, their heart pounding in their chest. The fanfic was getting too real, too close to home. The way the characters interacted, the passion in their words—it was all eerily familiar to the feelings they had been trying to suppress. They couldn't help but wonder if Chris was feeling the same way, if the lines between reality and fiction were blurring for him as well.

Chris looked up, his gaze locking with y/n's. For a moment, the silence was deafening, the weight of the unspoken understanding between them threatening to shatter the fragile barrier they had built. The fanfic had laid bare their hidden desires, and now they were forced to confront them. The room felt like it was spinning, and Chris's hand trembled as he held the paper.

"I think… I think we should stop here," he managed to say, his voice barely above a whisper. He wasn't sure if it was the right call, but the intensity of the situation was overwhelming. He could see the shock in y/n's eyes, but there was something else there too—relief?

y/n nodded, a silent agreement passing between them. The unspoken words hung heavy in the air as they both took a step back from the edge of the cliff they had been teetering on. "Yeah, let's… let's end the video," they murmured, their voice laced with a hint of disappointment that only added to the confusion swirling in Chris's mind.

They both stood up, the sudden movement feeling awkward and forced. Chris placed the stack of fanfics back on the coffee table, his heart thumping against his ribcage. He had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable, in front of the camera. He had always been the one making the jokes, the one keeping things light and entertaining, but now he felt like he was in a spotlight, unable to hide his true feelings.

y/n busied themselves with shutting down the recording equipment, their movements jerky and uncoordinated. The silence stretched on, thick and uncomfortable, until the final click of the camera broke it. They turned to face each other, the weight of the moment pressing down on them like a heavy blanket.

Chris cleared his throat, trying to lighten the mood. "Well, that was… interesting," he said, forcing a laugh that sounded hollow even to his own ears.

y/n offered a small smile, trying to play it off. "Yeah, definitely a new experience," they said, their voice shaky.

They couldn't ignore the fact that the fanfics had hit too close to home. As he uploaded the video, he felt a knot in their stomach. The anticipation of the fans' reactions was both thrilling and terrifying. He had been so caught up in the moment, in the heat of the readings, that he hadn't considered how their chemistry might appear to the outside world.

The comments section was a minefield of 'shipping' and speculation. "Chris and y/n need to get together already!" read one. "The tension is so thick you could cut it with a knife!" said another. The evidence of their unrequited feelings was laid bare for all to see, and Chris couldn't help but feel a mix of embarrassment and a strange sort of validation.

The video went live, and the notifications began to flood in. Comments, likes, and shares piled up at a dizzying rate. The thumbnails they had chosen were innocent enough, but the fan's interpretations of their reactions to the steamy fanfics were anything but. They watched in horror and fascination as their subscribers dissected every glance, every touch, every awkward pause.

"It's like they're reading our diaries," y/n murmured, scrolling through the comments with wide eyes.

Chris winced. "Yeah, I know." He leaned in closer to the screen, his cheeks flaming red. "I didn't realize it would be like this."

y/n bit their lip, scrolling through the comments with a mix of fascination and dread. "Some of these are pretty intense," they said, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of their mouth. "I mean, we're just friends, right?"

Chris chuckled nervously. "Of course we are," he agreed, a little too quickly. "It's just the fans reading into things, you know how they are." But deep down, he couldn't help but wonder if there was some truth to their words. The way their eyes had met, the electricity that had crackled between them during the more intimate moments of the readings—it was undeniable.

The days following the video's release were a whirlwind of activity. The video had gone viral, and their inboxes were flooded with messages from fans shipping them harder than ever before. They tried to ignore the comments, telling themselves it was all in good fun, but it was difficult to ignore the way their hearts fluttered every time they saw their names together in a romantic context.

During their weekly coffee meet-up, the tension was unbearable. Every shared laugh, every accidental touch, felt charged with new meaning. The 'what if' lingered in the air, thick and potent. They talked about the video, the outrageous fan reactions, but their eyes kept darting away from each other, as if afraid to acknowledge the truth.

"It's just a bit of fun, isn't it?" Chris said, his voice a tad too bright. He took a sip of his latte, the warmth doing little to calm his racing thoughts. What if they weren't just friends? What if the fans had seen something that they had been too blind to notice?

y/n nodded, their eyes flicking to Chris's before darting away again. "Yeah, just fun," they echoed, but the tremor in their voice suggested otherwise. They had always been comfortable around each other, but now there was an unspoken something that hovered between them, a dance of unsaid words and unacknowledged glances.

It was a week later, during a quiet evening at Chris's flat, that y/n finally gathered the courage to break the silence. "Chris, I need to tell you something," they began, their voice barely above a whisper. Chris looked up from his laptop, his brows furrowed in concern.

"What's up?" he asked, setting his work aside.

y/n took a deep breath, their heart thudding in their chest. "It's about the fanfics," they began, fidgeting with their hands. "I mean, I know we were just reading them for the video, but… I think maybe the fans aren't entirely wrong."

Chris's eyes widened, and he leaned in slightly. "What do you mean?"

y/n took a deep breath, their cheeks flushing a deep shade of pink. "Well, I mean… I think there might be something more to it," they said, their voice shaking. "I've had a crush on you for a while now, and reading those fanfics out loud just made me realize how much I want those scenarios to be true."

Chris's eyes searched y/n's, a mix of shock and hope swirling in their depths. "You… you do?" He felt his own heart racing, the confession catching him off guard.

y/n nodded, their gaze dropping to the floor. "Yeah, I do," they murmured, playing with the edge of their sleeve. "But I didn't want to say anything, you know, because I didn't want to mess up our friendship."

Chris's mouth went dry, his mind racing with the implications of y/n's confession. He had felt the same pull, the same desire, but had never dared to voice it. "But what if it doesn't have to mess anything up?" he whispered, his voice hoarse with hope.

y/n looked up, their eyes searching Chris's face for any sign of reciprocation. "What do you mean?"

Chris took a moment to gather his thoughts, his heart thumping so loudly he was sure y/n could hear it. "I mean," he began, his voice soft, "what if we gave it a shot?" He took a step closer, his hand reaching out tentatively to touch y/n's arm. "What if we weren't just friends?"

y/n's eyes grew wide, and they froze, the warmth of Chris's touch sending a jolt through their body. "Are you…are you saying you feel the same way?" They could barely get the words out, their voice a breathless whisper.

Chris took another step closer, his hand sliding up to gently cup y/n's cheek. "I've had feelings for you for a while now," he admitted, his voice barely above a murmur. "But I didn't want to ruin what we have. I just didn't know how to tell you."

The room was silent except for the sound of their breathing, each shallow inhale and exhale a testament to the nerves and anticipation that had been building between them for so long. y/n's eyes searched Chris's, looking for any sign that this was a mistake, that he was just playing along with the fanfiction narrative.

But what they saw in his gaze was raw and unfiltered—desire, hope, and a hint of fear. It mirrored their own feelings perfectly. "Chris," they breathed, their hand reaching up to cover his. "I've felt the same way."

The moment hung between them, heavy with potential, until Chris leaned in and pressed his lips to y/n's. It was a soft kiss, tentative and questioning, but it was enough to set off a spark that had been smoldering just beneath the surface for far too long. y/n's eyes fluttered closed, and they leaned into it, their heart racing with excitement and relief.

They broke apart, both breathing heavily, their eyes locked. "Does this mean…" y/n began, their voice trailing off.

Chris nodded, a smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Yeah," he said, his thumb brushing over y/n's cheekbone. "It means we're not just friends anymore."

The revelation was like a weight lifted, and the air in the room seemed to shift. They both knew that there was no going back, that they had crossed a line that could never be uncrossed. But instead of fear, they felt a thrill of excitement.

Their first kiss had been awkward and unplanned, but it was real. And as they stared into each other's eyes, the tension of their unspoken feelings dissipating like mist in the morning sun, they realized that maybe, just maybe, the fanfics had been onto something after all.

They decided to keep their newfound relationship a secret for now, not wanting to deal with the fallout from their devoted fanbase just yet. They had enough to figure out on their own without the added pressure of public scrutiny.

But as they sat there, fingers laced together, watching the sun set over the London skyline, they couldn't help but feel like they had stumbled into their very own romance novel. The fanfics had given them the nudge they needed to acknowledge their feelings, and now they had the chance to write their own story.

The days turned into weeks, and their relationship grew stronger with every shared glance and whispered confession. They discovered a passion in each other that went beyond friendship, a love that had been hidden in plain sight all along.

And as they lay in bed one night, the fanfic that had started it all spread out on the floor beside them, they couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of it all. "Who knew our fans were such great matchmakers?" y/n mused, their head resting on Chris's chest.

Chris kissed the top of their head, his arms tightening around them. "I guess we owe them one," he said, his voice filled with affection. "But let's not tell them that just yet."

Y/n chuckled, their eyes sparkling with mischief. "Our little secret," they whispered, and Chris's heart swelled with love for the person who had been by their side all along, unknowingly holding the key to their heart.

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imredjack · 11 months ago

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STOP WHY IS HE ACTUALLY SO FUCKING ADORABLE😭

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imredjack · 1 year ago

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🤣🤣

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imredjack · 1 year ago

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How much did ArthurTV have to drink?!🤣🥰

Unfortunately I don't know how to crop out the IG on the video right so I just left it....

#arthurtv #arthur frederick #george clarke #george clarkey #arthur hill #italian bach #arthurtv imagines #arthurtv x reader #george clarke imagine #george clarkey imagine #george clarke x reader #george clarkey x reader #arthur hill imagine #arthur hill x reader #italian bach imagine #italian bach x reader

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imredjack · 1 year ago

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SKI TRIP .. part two ⠀,⠀ chrismd.

synopsis ✩ you and chris hate each other, but a ski trip and some forced proximity changes everything. after waking up in his arms, the hatred seems to simmer as the tension begins to grow.

warnings: gn!reader, in detail injury, series

authors note: guess who’s back??!? i’m back with the HIGHLY requested part two of the skip trip series! after graduating, i now have some time of my hands to feed the chris girlies. part three in the making, I PROMISE. for you @imredjack xx

the day ahead called for an awkward one — the air seemingly more tense than before. the room was quiet as you two got ready for the day. the only sound filling the room one of hoziers voice as music played faintly over the speaker you had brought with. chris had taken his time getting ready and didn't open his mouth to rush you when you did the same. it felt weird; chris not being at your throat. you couldn’t help but miss his attitude — to you, it was much better than the painful silence. instead of feeling small in chris’ presence, you now felt awkward. the thought of his warm arms tangled around your body as you slept haunted you at the back of your mind. you wondered if it bothered chris the same — the silence being the only way he could cope with his anxiousness. you knew it was better to pretend it didnt happen as you attempted to shove the thoughts away. "d'you want to go get breakfast?" his jersey accent spoke over the music, breaking the silence, which made you jump a little. "uh," you hummed, setting the brush down you used to comb your hair, "yeah, that would be nice." chris flashed you a half smile which you assumed to be fake; half - assed.

as you finished getting dressed, you still tried your hardest to shake the thoughts away. it wasn’t only you that felt that awkward feeling, though — you could sense it from chris as he fixed his hair in the mirror next to you. “are you ready?” he spoke softly before turning to face you. you examined his face for a bit, searching to find what emotion he was feeling. the air around you felt tense, but not with distaste like it was before; this time it felt more calm. you searched his green eyes for some form of discomfort in his position, but you couldn’t seem to read them. “you okay?” he asked; he had noticed you had been starring at him blankly for a few, long seconds. “i, uh— sorry. yeah, i’m all set.” you flashed a smile at him, the awkwardness you had created setting in. chris grabbed his hoodie, slipping it over his head before he made his way over to the door. you followed shortly behind him, slipping out the exit of your hotel room as he held the door open for you.

it had seemed the others were utterly hungover today. not showing up to breakfast, you had assumed george, the two arthur’s and harry had a more exciting night than you did. you and chris went through the breakfast line, you only grabbing a small scoop of eggs and a piece of toast — the haunting memory of this morning taking away your appetite. you felt more uncomfortable in chris presence now; you knew he did in yours as well. you assumed chris was just trying to be nice to you, but you disliked this version of him. you missed when he had left you alone, and even if that was days ago, it felt like it had been long gone now.

you sat down at the table, grabbing your fork as you put some eggs onto the prongs. after chewing your bite, you groaned as you noticed you had forgotten some water to wash it down. chris made his way over to the table, two filled cups in hand that you didn’t take note of. you stood up, “i forgot some—“ “water, yeah? don’t worry, i got you some.” chris sat the glass down next to your plate before he sat himself on the chair across from you. you smiled at chris for what you felt like was the first time ever. “thank you — i appreciate it.” and surprisingly chris returned to smile to you. “it’s not a problem.”

after george had taken meds to deal with his hangover, he decided it was another beautiful day to go out. fastening your skis to your ski boots, you pulled down the goggles in front of your eyes. “you think you’re going to be better today?” arthur(tv) teased, tapping you softly with his elbow. you huffed, rolling your eyes at him even if he couldn’t see them. “better than you — yeah.” you jabbed back, knowing arthur wasn’t the best at skiing either. “i think with all those legs, you’re better off snow boarding — you look like a giraffe on skis.” “you are so mean!” arthur seemed to whine, to which chris overheard as he laughed. “they aren’t wrong —“ chris added in, a smile on his face as he found the enjoyment of teasing arthur. arthur found this gesture strange — he used to notice chris had barely ever put himself into a conversation when it involved you. “i am uncomfortable right now.” he stated, looking in between the two of you. “what?” you questioned, confused. “oh, you know.” he spoke, being vague as he fastened his boots. “no, seriously.” part of you pretended not to notice what he meant, but the other part of you wanted to know his opinion on it. arthur eyed chris, giving him a sort of glare that hinted of confusion. all chris did in response was shrug, pretending as if he did not have a clue at what arthur was hinting about. “it’s not big deal, really—“ arthur spoke as you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. “alright then—“ you responded. you couldn’t help but itch for an answer, wanting to dig deeper into his thoughts; pulling attention to yourself in that way would be stupid, though. “you know, i think you’re right,” arthur began again, seemingly changing the conversation, “maybe i ought to try and snowboard today, i might be better at it.” his words gained a chuckle from george who had began to pull his goggles over his eyes. “i like your attitude — you’re so positive!” george teased, making arthur slap him on the shoulder. “what?!?” george spoke defensively, “you really think you’d be able to stand up?” “you two fight like married couple — you sure you aren’t gay, george, even a little bit?” chris now spoke, a smile on his face as he made pitty banter with george. “now i’ve got no time for your ‘gay accusations’ — the snow awaits us, king of the north.” george pretended to salute, his words making you laugh as chris pulled his gaze over to you. that stupid smile still remained on his face, and again, you couldn’t help but just smile back.

you hadn’t skied so much since this trip; still trying to gain back your semi-good abilities you had gained last winter. you were able to stand up well, stop yourself when you needed to, and even do small jumps; nothing quite impressive. you spent your time skiing alongside arthur, picking up small talk now and then as chris followed shortly behind, chatting harry up about football. at this point you had lost george — being the better one at snow sports than the rest of you, he was way ahead. “should we try the jumps?” arthur suggested to you, which made you laugh a little at him. “i mean — i can do the jumps — you suggesting you can do it frightens me a little.” a small chuckle escaped your lips as you laughed, letting yourself slowdown with your skis a little, allowing arthur to catch up as he now slowly trailed behind. “you’re so mean to me,” arthur pretended to be hurt, not being able to help himself as he laughed at your words. “we can always try — just don’t want you getting hurt, you know?” you spoke, almost reaching the bottom of the ski slope, chris and harry still following behind. “what is it; do you love me or do you hate me?” he teased, a playful tone in his voice. “it’s a love-hate relationship, mate.” reaching the end of the slope, harry and chris came to a stop with you, “where to next?” harry questioned, pulling his goggles on top of his helmet. “well — arthur wanted to go to the jump path,” chris and harry both laughed at your words, “‘maybe we can just try it out?” harry nodded at your proposal, smiling. “doesn’t sound like too bad of an idea.” he spoke, moving his way along to get back on the ski lift to head back to the top of the hill. you all followed, avoiding other skiers as you made your way to the lift.

the ski resort thankfully had different levels of hills: ones for newer skiers and more experienced ones. wanting to be safe, you, chris and arthur chose the easier one — harry swearing he could do the one for more experienced skiers. “alright, arthur — since this was your idea, why don’t you go first?” chris proposed, arthur looking irritated at his words. “what if i get hurt?” he asked, a bit timid in his words. “oh cmon — it’ll be fine, you weren’t worried about that earlier.” chris responded, giving the boy a little bit of encouragement. with a sigh, arthur decided to go, propelling himself forward with his ski sticks. you watched him as he went down the hill, slowing himself when he got too close to people. choosing the smallest little bump, arthur went over it successfully — you and chris cheering like proud parents. “they grow up so fast.” you laughed, chris returning it. “you think you can do better than him?” he asked, now teasing you once more, this time more friendly than it was days previous. his sudden change in demeanor still made you uncomfortable. shaking off your thoughts, you responded to him. “i mean — i don’t want to brag.” you spoke jokingly, chris raising an eyebrow in curiosity. “i’m sure i can make it over a bigger jump than he can.” chris smirked over at you, pulling his goggles over his helmet to get a better view. “go on then.”

if you could have looked seconds into the future, you would not have taken chris’ words of encouragement. of course, it was your fault in the end; for some reason, you wanted to show off to chris — and it sure would have been impressive if you could have landed on both feet instead of landing your whole body on one. the crunch of your bones was almost audible as your body smacked down onto the snow. you thought it would catch you like a soft pillow, but the surface was almost as hard as rocks. “fuck, fuck, fuck—“ was all you could mumble out, ripping at your gloves to get them off as you cradled your knee like a baby. george, who had seemed to come to the top of the slope after snowboarding down, was the first to come to you. he was worried, his instincts to help you being those of a brother figure. “jesus, are you okay?” he asked a bit panicked, chris now joining his side. chris kneeled down next to you, placing a hand on your back as you shuttered at the sudden touch. “what hurts, hun?” his words made you feel warm: a feeling you never felt around chris, but that was the least of your worries at that moment. “my knee — oh my god.” you winced as george started to slowly roll your snow pant leg up. the area around you knee was red, mimicking your cold, rosy cheeks. it hurt to straighten, and as george helped you, you couldn’t help but start to cry a bit.

you were embarrassed; the thought of crying in front of you friends made you cry more due to discomfort. at this point, george had flagged down one of the guards at the resort, whom of which had brought a gurney to help carry you up the hill. “i can walk — its fine.” your embarrassment started to talk even though you knew walking would have been too painful. “no no — it’s okay. you need help, you can’t walk up by yourself. we need to make sure you’re okay.” chris spoke as you turned your gaze over to him. you couldn’t help but study the nervous and worried expression on his face. to you, chris was hard to read, but in this moment, his emotions acted as a open book.

the rest of the night was filled with unsettled eyes watching over you after the group had brought you to a nearby hospital. the news that you had fractured your knee bothered you. a trip that was supposed to be fun was now interrupted by a poor decision you had made to impress your friends. you couldn’t stop apologizing, but chris and george who had stayed to watch you had told you it was fine. deep down, you couldn’t help but feel ashamed. “alright, we’re discharging you. stay off of your knee as much as you can, and as unfortunate as it may sound, please spend the rest of your time here relaxing.” the doctor spoke, making you sigh. “thank you, i will.” you muttered, a defeated tone in your voice.

the whole way home, chris couldn’t stop berating you with questions. he kept asking if you were okay, if you needed anything, and as nice as it was — it confused you. you tried to rationalize with yourself that chris was just trying to convince himself that you were okay and he didn’t have anything to worry about; you didn’t know why he was worried so much.

the day had exhausted you, so when you got back to the hotel you decided to skip dinner and relax. chris had decided to stay with you, even though you practically begged him to go and have fun. “i just want to make sure you’re alright.” “or you just want to take care of me like a baby.” your tone came out more snippy than it was supposed to, but your irritation with yourself flooded your words. “you think im babying you?” chris sounded offended, defeated even, as he glanced down at you. “no—“ you pushed out, gathering your words as you examined the perfectly wrapped bandage around your knee and the crutches next to the bedside. “i just want you to have fun. you don’t need to take care of me. i thought you hated me.” it was a conversation you needed to have, even if you didn’t want to have it now; something in your body just nagged at you for an answer. you couldn’t help but be confused as to why someone who hated you so much a few days ago had now done a complete 180. “i never hated you.” he breathed out; you could tell he started to worry. “well it seemed like it. why did you act like that towards me?” chris couldn’t seem to come up with an answer, it was like you were speaking a different language and he couldn’t understand. “i’m sorry, i don’t know.” you could hear the remorse in his voice, but it didn’t satisfy your want for answers. “you don’t know? surely theres something: some reason you were such an asshole to me and now you’re all different.”

before he could answer, before words could come out of his mouth, he leaned down and kissed you. it was a spur of the moment action, you knew it was, but you couldn’t help but sink into his lips as he did. it didn’t last long and when he pulled away, you oddly found yourself wanting more. a small, shocked expression was plastered on your face that was easy for chris to read. “does that say anything to you? is that enough?” he now seemed upset like he didn’t want to kiss you, like all of a sudden he didn’t want to be near you again. “yeah.” you spoke, irritated at his tone. “good, because that’s why.” before you could get another word out, chris grabbed his bag and disappeared out of the hotel room door, now leaving you alone. in silence, as the dim light of the moon slipped through the blinds, you reflected on everything. the silence and the moment spoke so loud to you, and you muted it like an alarm as you found yourself falling asleep.

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