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myoddessy · 1 year

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I'm in the car rn so I can't go in depth but this gave me all the feels!!! oh to be bogs beautiful mrs with two angel (demon) babies and an adoring group of friends and found family 🥹🥹

YOU KILLED IT BABY!! gc might be the moment for now, but bog set the timeline. my og king.

GENDER REVEAL | h. lewis

summary: you throw a gender reveal for your baby bogs. [3.6k words.]

pairing: reader x bog (W2S.)

notes: cutest fic ever! all the gender reveal / baby shower vibes. oh for this to be my life! 😩 as always, let me know what you thought and don’t forget to reblog!! <333

TODAY YOU WERE RIDDLED WITH NERVES. You didn’t know why because nothing bad was going to happen, if anything, it was good news you were finding out.

Today was your gender reveal.

For your two babies.

Considering you’d just moved into the house of your dreams with fields on end belonging to you — it was obvious to have it at home. All your friends and family were coming over, as Harry’s were, and you were so excited. You were excited when you thought of being with your girls all day, seeing your new home, eating cake and gossiping between you, bringing them up to the room and showing everything you’d bought so far. You were excited to see what everyone was guessing - who was team boy, who was team girl - because it was twins, you’d printed off twice as many stickers so they had one for each baby.

You were upstairs, sitting at your vanity, straightening your hair for a change with the energy drained out of you. You were just short of 5 months along but you had quite the bump already, after all, you were squeezing two in there. Your makeup was already done after your best friend, who happened to be an MUA, painted your face for you and told you what to do with your hair. Your Mum was guiding the team of decorators on where everything needed to go. It was the perfect day to have it: sun was shining and there was barely a cloud in the bright blue sky. Your kitchen was filled with food; the island covered with all the different cakes and buns, decorated either pink, blue or white with something baby-related sprinkled on top. You could hear your Mum shouting at Harry already for eating something and when he came through your room with blue frosting in his teeth, you didn’t blame her. “You alright?”

“Yeah, just tired.”

“Already?” He sucked his fingers.

You gave him a death stare.

“It looks really good downstairs,” he changed the subject.

“Does it?”

“Yeah, your Mum’s got it all under control,” he affirmed, texting something into his phone.

You looked to him and his outfit hanging up behind him, the powder blue t-shirt showing his obvious wish for what at least one of them to be, although he’d gone over with you many times before at night when you got scared he was too in his head - that he truly didn’t care. Genuinely, as long as they were healthy and liked him - he didn’t care. If he had a girl, if he had two girls - well, he just had to accept that karma, didn’t he?

Either way, he was going to be the best dad to them.

“I don’t like my dress.” You blurted out.

“I fucking knew it, I knew something was annoying you,” Harry sat up from your bed with a subtle fist pump to the air, “why? Why don’t you like it? It’s — nice.”

You gave him a look through the mirror.

“Whe–what? I was gonna say sexy but I don’t think you wanted me saying that when it’s for a baby show—”

“Exactly!” Your hand dropped to your lap. “It’s so booby now! They didn’t look like that the last time I tried it on!” Now it looked like a dress for the club with how much your tits perked up in it.

“I don’t see a problem with it,” he was smirking profoundly, trying to disguise it by slipping a mint in his mouth.

“Harry, it's not funny, I don’t want to wear it!” You stood up from the table, knocking over any perfume bottles stood on it.

“Why—well what–what are you gonna do then?” He asked, standing facing you. It was so funny when you got annoyed. Even funnier when you couldn’t do anything about it.

Hot too.

You huffed and began flicking through your wardrobe once again.

An hour later, after the both of you showered, fixed your hair and got dressed - you came down the stairs in the long, pastel pink, bodycon dress, with one of Harry’s white dress shirts knotted at your bust with the sleeves rolled up. You looked insane. Simply darling.

“Ah! I love it! Look at you!” Your Mum doted at your outfit, holding your hands while admiring your beauty. “You look such a Mumma!”

“She looks like a milf,” Harry’s hand connected with your ass on his way past, the loud smack getting a look of disapproval from you and shake of the head from your mum.

“HARRY! What did I say about eatin— there’s gonna be an odd number now!” Your mum hit him out of the way as he picked up a cookie.

“OH HARRY! Why—” you moved the plates about, “NO! Now there’s an uneven amount of the—”

“OH MY GOD! What is wrong with you two! All of a sudden you have fucking OCD!” He gave off, stuffing the cupcake in his mouth. “I’m starving!”

“The food is ready! It’s out!”

“Oh, am I actually allowed to eat it?” He raised his brows and your mum whipped his bum with the tea towel.

You grinned as he jumped, and neatly positioned the cakes all nice on the island. “Go get ready, Mama. Thank you,” you kissed her cheek whilst she jumped to get ready.

The house was perfect. Obviously the kitchen and outback was only really going to be used but they were perfect. The cutest banners and balloon arch occupied your massive garden, with white benches and tables, even a swing, scattered throughout and decorated with neutral ribbon. The flowers were your favourite, they were decorated everywhere, even a wreath on your door giving the cutest Spring vibe. Harry was straight over and inspecting the mini bar hired courtesy of the boys - XIX on display - ready to provide the nicest of drinks.

How you so badly wanted a pina colada. Non-virgin. You missed the taste of Malibu more than anything.

You walked round in your mini Ugg boots (you’d put your sandals on eventually) feeling a little overwhelmed at the decoration: seeing the baby bunnies and ducks sitting between bottles of Vodka or as cake toppers in the buns. You were so lucky. Beyond blessed. Everything was perfect, and you felt very excited at the thought of meeting your babies soon.

Your little ducks.

One by one, friends and family started showing up, in groups, in couples, arriving with gifts and wearing at least one article of clothing coloured pink or blue. You hugged everyone through the door, as Harry greeted and thanked them, bringing his boys out the back so they could all kick off the day with a refreshing drink.

“Y/n!”

“Tobi!” You hugged him, his pink t-shirt the same shade as your dress.

“You look amazing!” He complimented you, holding your hands by the door and squeezing them. He passed over a gift bag, melting your heart as you took it full of gratitude, and hugged him again.

“Tobi, thank you so much! You didn’t need to!”

“‘Course I do, what’d you mean?! Fulfilling my Uncle duties!” He walked through the kitchen.

“Well you’re best Uncle so far,” you grinned, pointing him to your fridge. “Harry’s already out there. I bought your apple juice but I’ve kept in the fridge! Bottom shelf!” You called, placing the bag in your living room.

You opened the door next to Freya and Talia.“HELLO!!”

“HEY GIRL!!” They greeted with excited squeals, the three of you hugging tightly together. “Y/n, you look gorgeous!”

“You’re beautiful!” Freya closed your door, in awe of your appearance.

Talia’s hands were on her mouth, and you could see her eyes beginning to gloss as she looked at you too long and the decoration. “Don’t you start crying now! Look at your makeup!”

“I know, I know! I’m sorry, I’m just—” she was fanning herself, wearing the cutest, puffy dress with her hair in two buns, “you just look amazing. I’m so happy for you, I’m so so excited.”

“Don’t ‘cause you’re gonna make me cry!” You fanned yourself with a card.

“Great. You have everyone crying and we’ve not even been here 2 minutes . . ” Freya playfully rolled her eyes while setting down their bags of gifts.

“She’s the worst,” you agreed.

Talia swore at both of you, and you all laughed.

Vik and Ellie arrived afterward, in their opposite colours, handing over a bag as well. “I’ve bought two of everything so they can have their matching moments!” Ellie explained and you hugged her adoringly, thanking her so much. “I love them all! You can both go out back, Harry’s at the bar . .”

“Bar?”

“Yes, Vik, bar.” You laughed, seeing his brows raise. Oh yeah, bar at a baby shower - who was really that surprised?

“VIK! I HAVE A SHOT WITH YOUR NAME ON IT!” You heard your baby daddy’s voice call from your backyard, and while the two pondered out excitedly, Harry’s arm with the drink faltered when he caught your warning stare.

He could drink. You didn’t want him drunk.

It was a celebration. But it was a baby shower.

Next was your favs. “Sister!”

“Hiii,” Rosie and you hugged in your hallway for eternity, swaying the other on your feet in your baby pink dresses. “Hi babies,” she felt your little bump - little bump for twins - an almost 3rd trimester looking bump for one baby, crouching to speak to them. Her Mum appeared behind her, as well as Josh, and you hugged and kissed both their cheeks and guided them to the back, Josh finding his brother and the grandmothers-to-be linking up in the kitchen. “How are you?”

“I’m alright,” you moved your hair from your neck, feeling a subtle flush take over you, “so nervous. I honestly don’t have a clue what they could be,” you leaned one hand on your counter.

“I’m saying both girls,” she smirked, eating a bit of the popcorn.

“Oh!” You said as an idea sparked in your head, “reminds me! You can do this!” You grinned, passing her the block of stickers for Team Boy and Team Girl. “Make sure everyone picks two, obviously.”

She hated stickers, but for you — she managed to peel two off. She stuck her two on her dress and ventured off to the garden.

“Hey, hey, hey!” Freezy strutted through your home, placing a bag down on your table, “there she is.”

You posed with your hands under your chin before pulling him into a hug, the big brother you never had, squeezing and rubbing your arms with excitement as you embraced. “—hello mother,” you greeted his girlfriend, one of your two London Mom’s who took you under their wing when you’d first moved. She held your face like you were her child and kissed your cheek adoringly, “beauty queen.”

Freezy handed you the gift and you clutched your heart, “guys thank you so much. You’re honestly the best,” you hugged them again, seeing him dive for the same cupcakes Harry’d been munching all morning.

“Where’s Daddy?”

“Outside — Cal!” You grabbed his arm, “please tell him to pace it. He can drink but remind him not to take the piss,” you said understandably, and he saluted you. “Realistically, I’m saving him a beating from his Mum.”

“I got you,” he winked, grabbing his own glass from your kitchen cabinet. His girl had already joined the others outside, sitting on the swing with Freya.

“AHHHHHHH!!!!”

“AHHHHHHH!!!!! MILF!”

“FELLOW MILF!” You and Faith jumped into each other’s arms.

“Y/n you look STUNNING, oh my God?! Stop making being pregnant look so hot,” she looked you up and down, holding your hand to twirl you.

“Get away! You set the standards,” you pushed her away while she laughed teasingly. “D’you want a drink?”

“I want one of these,” she snatched up a pink frosted cookie, biting into it straight away, “you alright? You nervous?”

“SO nervous! Don’t know why,” you shared, picking up one of the cookies yourself.

“It’ll be fine! As long as both them cannons don’t shoot out blue; you’ll be grand!” She shrugged, leading you both to the garden. You couldn’t not laugh at her.

Within the next hour, everyone you wanted to be there, was here. Both yours and Harry’s friends and families filled your house and your heart had never felt so full seeing everyone together and getting on so well - the grandma’s were in their own world, you’d introduced Faith and Rosie, Calfreezy not only had stickers on his sweatshirt but on his forehead, and Josh and Behz had taken over from bar staff and were running the show. Music was playing and the sun was still shining, the perfect lighting for Kon who was also here and taking pictures of every little thing — just as you’d liked. “Ugh! My heart,” he showed you the multiple candids he’d caught of all your friends and family’s interactions - your favorite being your Mum wiping frosting off Harry’s cheek whilst his Mum tucked the sticking-out label at the neck of his shirt. He looked right at Kon with a bland stare.

“Oop— don’t think you were supposed to see that one—” he was laughing, revealing a pic of Behz with two cupcakes placed on his chest like boobs, Harry sipping on a straw of a drink, pulling his classic rave pose with Freezy licking the icing off one of the buns with direct eye contact to the camera. Oh, and Lux holding up a baby vest next to Harry quoting ‘i love my daddy’.

“Great.”

You gave it another 30 minutes before you would pop the confetti filled cannons, taking your time getting through everyone and hearing them speak. Everyone seemed to be having the best time, in awe at the decorations in the garden and praising the selection of food that was set out – considering you’d only managed to find one chicken nugget left - you took it as a good sign.

“Chris just gave me this,” a voice accompanied you in the kitchen while you threw whatever rubbish there was left, unable to sit down this day. Washing your hands, you found Harry handing you a bag, provoking a smile out of you. Your cheeks had been sore all day from smiling.

“Aw! Look how cute!” You grinned, taking a peak inside.

“He swore it’s not a football kit.”

“I beg to differ.”

“So do I,” he agreed, seeing you set it aside, “football-related anyway.”

“Definitely.”

Harry looked you up and down, feeling as though he hadn’t seen much of you on your own - always accompanied by somebody or wondering into the house to leave something somewhere. “You okay?” He rubbed your back, hand slowly pulling you into him for a hug.

You smiled at his actions and nodded reassuringly, closing your eyes as he placed two short kisses to your lips, “yeah, I’m fine!” You tucked your hair behind your ear. Why? Did you look upset? “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m alright,” he smiled, both hands on your back as he placed his head on top of yours, feeling your soft hair touch his cheek. “Bit nervous. Rosie just said about them both shooting out pink.”

“You gonna faint or something?” You laughed, pulling out of his hold.

“More than likely,” he smiled down at you, those bright blue eyes and bright white teeth, full of content and excitement. His eyes fell to your chest and where you had two of the white circles stuck, “you think both girls as well?!”

“I don’t know, yeah,” you mumbled, looking down at them yourself. You just thought Harry was wishing too hard for a boy that he’d got his hopes up too much and the world was going to humble him.

He had a boy and girl on his shirt. “You have one of each?!”

“I’m getting my boy, I know it,” he patted the label, getting a roll of your eyes from you. There was no way you were getting one of each on the first go. Sorry to burst your bubble, Harold.

He watched how you tilted your head disapprovingly at him but he didn’t care. You felt his warm hands on your stomach, cupping it was he knelt, he ushered, “one of you better be a fucking boy—”

“HARRY!” You gawked, your hand cupping the back of his head before he stood up.

“I’m joking, i’m joking. You know I don’t care.”

“Hm. Well we’ll see shortly, won’t we,” you slipped your arm from off his waist, stretching for another kiss on his lips before leading the both of you outside.

Butterflies, gentle butterflies forever. Made your heart swoon.

You were sitting on the white swing amongst the girls, eating what felt like your 100th cookie and sipping on a virgin pina colada with a pink umbrella. You never changed into those sandals. “Right, Y/n, wipe your mouth, your teeth are blue,” your Mum instructed, passing you a cloth before pulling you to your feet. “HARRY!”

Kon had the pair of you positioned at the perfect angle under the perfect light, in front and in the centre of all your closest friends and family while your Mum fluffed your hair. “Ok, take your pick,” she held out the two tubes containing the answer of the gender to your two little ducks.

Ugh! Here we go!

Harry looked at you and you waited, signaling for him to take first pick and he grabbed the one to the right, leaving you with the left one. You smirked at him as he did with you, and you prepared yourself to twist the sturdy lever and hope it worked without needing any assistance.

“Get the tissues ready,” you mumbled, adrenaline flowing through you with your sweaty hands at the go.

“Get the Sambuca shot ready, more like,” your boyfriend looked to you teasingly, and you agreed.

“Yeah— for me.”

“FIVE!”

“FOUR!”

“THREE!”

“TWO!”

“ONE!”

You had never seen so much confetti in all your life. You weren’t expecting that much to come out of one tube. Also, you didn’t expect the force to come from the popper, just to prove how much confetti popped out. You jumped from the noise.

Your mouth popped open as the tube fell from your hand, tears welling in your eyes as miniature strips of paper fell through the air.

Pink.

Pastel pink.

Your mouth covered your hand, hearing everyone shriek and scream with delight, adding to your ecstatic-ness, the noise making you feel a little hazy. Your head flew to Harry who was also in disbelief at the overload of pink, and as you looked to check for his free hands, you noticed the other one still in his hand.

“Harry! Hurry up and pop it!” You laughed, startling him as he realised he hadn’t shot it yet. He twisted it, popping the cap off — and that’s when the real uproar occurred.

Blue.

Baby blue confetti spilled in the air and suddenly you were deafened. Your jaw was really on the floor this time — your whole body in disbelief.

No. There was no way.

Blue.

BLUE?!

Blue for a boy?! The first boy?!

You went into shock.

Oh my days, a baby boy and girl! This couldn’t be true!

The boys swarmed Harry, screaming, shouting, jumping from the tip of their toes, the shrill ripped through them, completely and utterly gassed at the news — for their friend. Your girls swarmed you, crying and squealing excitedly as confetti continued to rain above you, the whole thing feeling like an utter dream. Everyone jumped and yelled, embracing each other while you felt utterly breathless from the news.

They piled on Harry, his brother holding his head with the most shocked gaze locked on each other that he was going to keep the last name going — that he’d have his mini-me.

You were failing at holding back the tears — so was your Mum who was crying next to your sister whilst Harry’s Mum and you locked hands, looking at each other in complete disbelief, tears streaming.

It simply felt like a dream.

You finally found Harry, got him amongst the chaos and were pulled into the biggest, bone-crushing hug out of everyone, his head in your shoulder as you let the tears flow free from your eyes, your hands trembling as you clutched his back and he gripped yours.

You couldn't even speak, you didn’t know what to say. You were in utter shock, but the feeling of happiness was unmatched.

“OH MY GOD!” Harry’s hand gripped your face.

“OH MY GOD!” You agreed.

“OH MY GOD!” He squeezed you tight again, lips smacking endlessly to your hair as you tried to control your crying while everyone around you continued celebrating with you, jumping and yelling with excitement, in shock at the news.

“Oh my God, a boy and a girl,” you said over the ruckus, squeezing his hands.

“Can you believe it?!” Harry yelled to you, not taking his hands from you. He couldn’t put into words the emotions he was feeling — how hyper and energized he suddenly felt. The overload of love he felt for you. The pride. He couldn’t believe he was as lucky to raise two little hims alongside the woman of his dreams — the girl who’d had his heart forever, and would undoubtedly steal the other twos.

He was getting his boy, and baby girl too.

“You were right!” You accused, hitting his chest.

Oh what did you ever do in your past life to deserve him? Something spectacular, it had to have been.

“Didn't I tell you? Didn’t I tell you what I was—” you didn’t even let him finish his smug gloating as you shook your head at him. He couldn’t stop smiling, pulling you in for a deep kiss, the love and adoration pouring out of him as he cupped your face.

You were happiest for him, never thinking you’d see him this happy. Your heart was full and your shoulders — they felt a little relaxed.

A son and a daughter. To bring up as your own. To raise alongside your most favourite person on this entire earth.

You were on a high, feeling so unbelievably blessed. The gratitude indescribable.

A boy and a girl.

Two little Wroetoshaw ducks.

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myoddessy · 1 year

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working on three daisy jones and the six fics rn xx

#shut up eden!#eddie roundtree x reader #warren rojas x reader #graham dunne x reader

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myoddessy · 1 year

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I MISSED THIS TOO??? IVE BEEN LACKING LACKING.

gcs girl is the zoella of the modern age. raising the new generation of making primark finds into pinterest goals. everytime she posts the world heals a little bit (talking abt you there as well xx)

no seriously she's perfect. our little angel baby to balance put the extremes of mrs bog and mrs freezy. the golden child of the uk influencer scene, a national treasure if you will.

you smashed it again girl 👏👏💞

BEING GC’s | g. clarkey

summary: blurb of what it’s like being george clarkey’s girlfriend. [2.7k words.]

pairing: reader x george clarkey

notes: here we go, longly anticipated for our other boyfriend!! 🤪 i hope i didn’t miss anything we mentioned, but if so, i’ll just bring it up in future fics as we’re still trying to figure out what typa girl gc’s girl is!! but hopefully, you like this first draft!! let me know what you think! ready for all the gc scenarios with his blossoming relationship! don’t forget to reblog! <33

- ok so, you are a pretty normal gal

- except you’re not.

- because you are a living angel.

- the most beautiful, prettiest, funniest, kindest girl this man has ever come across

- couldn’t-hurt-a-fly-if-she-tried type of vibe

- but also you have your savage moments, and a witty humor to match his — because you can only be so nice for so long

- he first discovers you through a tiktok (shock!) 😱

- but we’ll get into that in a mo!

- you are the blue eye of your entire family

- an only child, but close to every relative in your family tree. cousins? more like siblings. your grandparents? their favourite grandchild. you are spoiled by all. looked up by all. your cousins can’t even be mad — they completely understand why you’re the fav.

- it’s ‘cause you’re the most selfless person

- you sacrifice your own feelings for others

- soft girl™

- the type who would drive 40 miles to get a carton of milk for your grandparents rather than just say no

- but she’ll do anything for the people she loves 🫶🏼

- but also — a girl who’s patience is not to be tested

- easily flustered

- cares too much what people think of her at times

- a people pleaser almost? 🥴

- she’s just got the kindest heart ❤️‍🩹

- easily winded-up

- ironic ‘cause she’s usually the wind-up merchant. a hypocrite.

- works in a nail salon 💅🏼

- therefore, your nails are always manicured to perfection! with the prettiest design! 😙💞🎨

- highkey the princess of the family 👑

- seriously, your dad is to blame for the way he brought you up

- he just gave you high standards!

- you’re mum feels sorry for whoever ends up with you because they are in for a ride

- you’re not high maintenance but . . you know your worth 🙂🫶🏼

- a slut for attention. thrives off being the blue eye of the family

- you play on that as well. a good girl but . . you have your moments

- the type to throw house parties and if a vase gets broken, your family buy whatever lie you feed them

- like you love your holidays to ibiza but you just don’t go mad???

- but even you wanting to go to ibiza is cray cray to them

- sneakyyyyy girl

- dangerous™

- your cousins think you’re a suck up

- you don’t GAF. haters gon’ hate. 😎

- the oldest on your dad’s side, the youngest on your mum’s side, therefore, you play older sister to your younger cousins while you are the baby on the other side and they know it!

- such an unproblematic child

- a girl’s girl

- friendly to all

- adored in your hometown

- considered to be such an innocent, pure soul 🤍✨🕊😇 you’re the cutest

- definitely did ballet when you were younger (omg flexible queen!!!) 🩰🦢

- i feel like brighton vibes??? 🏖🐚🍦🌦

- you are on the road to being the next zoella.

- like zoella x molly-mae type of beat !!!!!

- but first, you have to start off by your average poster on tiktok 📱

- however — you’re not your average influencer, in fact, you have barely shown your face online, it is only since grace posted you at a beauty event you were both at that the internet kind of freaks out over

- you originally started posting nail vids to your account which pop off!!! your art and talent is unexplainable!!!

- got quite a little following, not much, but a lot for a nail account 🙂🫶🏼

- a creative, artistic queen

- anyway! you have been invited to this beauty event in london and grace (yes, thee GKbarry) pieces together who you are and posts you ‘cause she follows you and is a fan of your work?!!!

- you post your first non-nail vid and it blows up

- because omg??? this was the gorgeous girl behind this account all along?? sign her to a management and move her to london already?!!

- this then encourages you to post more of yourself and begin your journey of being the internet’s angel gal

- you are literally the golden girl in everything you do

- people can just see what kind of person you are from the way you come across in your vids

- but i mean they also still think you’re a princess 👑

- george lowkey gets this vibe when he discovers your account 😳🫣

- i mean his first initial response is a double take because he almost scrolled past grace’s video when he sees the most astonishing face ever

- the definition of beauty

- like seriously, his heart dropped at the sight of you for the first time and his immediate thought is ‘who is this girl and how does grace know her?’

- follows you despite your page’s content

- you kind of grow to know him along with everyone kind of surrounded in that friendgroup? (gkbarry, max, the baggs, bambinobecky etc.)

- but george caught your eye because wtf he is literally the most attractive person you have come across?? physically and personality-wise from what you saw in his videos

- a match made for you

- however, he has quite the following so you take the wild guess you aren’t only person to think this

- WRONG! you match with this guy on tinder

- when you first meet george — it doesn’t go as you expect

- it’s like the day after you match you bump into each other at another event you have been invited to

- he’s even more good-looking in person

- he literally cannot control his gaze

- anyone looking at him can see his thoughts by the way he is looking down at you

- you have your first argument conversation on the red carpet 🙂

- woahhhh, someone say tension???!! no, let’s just say the convo is very playful

- you acknowledge the fact you have matched on tinder which grounds him a little bit - brings him back to his awkward roots

- after this whole situation, you finish the night with a nice text message from your said tinder match, asking you out on a date 💓

- coUpLe gOaLS 😩 ‘mum, dad, how did you meet?’ ‘TINDER, MY BOY!’

- being with george just makes sense.

- like, shit just feels different when you’re together.

- something shifts. the air changes. an energy is formed. it’s something that is just supposed to happen.

- he is obsessed with you, i mean you’re his first proper girlfriend / relationship and he will go above and beyond to keep you by his side.

- but also not because you’re a princess and you need humbled at times x

- you say jump, this man says how high?

- and then you say it again and he says for you to get fucked

- JOKES. he would never swear at you 😌

- 1000% mocks you in everything you do though, the voice he puts on when pretending to be you is annoying how (in)accurate it is 😭💀 you want to kill him

- or when you go to the gym together??? he sees you struggling with your weights and the look you give each other when he lifts it like it’s a kilogram 😭💀

- but mainly for being the spoilt, only daughter lifestyle that you have 👑🛍💎🤩

- jokes and says ‘my little princess’ to piss you off

- rolling your eyes so far back at him because shut up???? all i wanted was a cuddle???? why must he make fun of everything i do???

- the bane of your existence but you wouldn’t change him for the world 🌎❤️

- he loves you really. it’s just his love language 🫶🏼

- you know it is. you gradually grow used to it

- the same way you grow used to his terrible dad jokes and puns 😭

- seriously, you’re embarrassed for yourself when you laugh at them

- like he needs the ego boost 🙄

- GIRL, HE THE ONE WHO NEEDS TO BE HUMBLED X

- no but he’s hilarious. you’ve accepted he is the funniest person in your life. it hurts your heart.

- your dad is no help — he thinks he’s brilliant. best buds x

- watching him interact with your family fills you with pride ‘cause they all just get along so well with each other, they literally think the world of george 😭 they know he is looking after their princess

- ‘he’s just such a lovely boy! 🙂’

- his family couldn't have picked someone better for him either 💓 literally in love with you, boast about you all the time

- his sister feeling sorry for you for having to deal with him 24/7 x

- asks him to bring you over all the time

- they know he’s in love loveee

- like he is so unbelievably soft! 🥺 and gentle! 🥺

- but also RKOs you back home because boyfriend duties x

- approaches you always with a hand on your back

- so affectionate, it even took him by surprise

- always likes to be touching you or letting people know you’re his — even if it’s by holding your handbag for you ! 👜

- like c’mon, we all know when it’s just you two he is suffocating you with all the kisses

- you could be scrolling on your phone and you’re like ‘george’ ‘cause he won’t stop kissing your cheek

- obsessed™

- would die tho if his friends caught him lacking like that™

- tiktok features!!! e.g. ‘things in my girlfriend’s room that just make sense’ ‘my boyfriend reacts to my outfit!’

- marking your territory by leaving your stuff everywhere

- always forgetting something once you arrive home 😩 ‘did i leave my hairbrush at yours?’ ‘my makeup bag?’ ‘my straighteners?’ #GFstruggles

- stealing his wardrobe even when you own more clothes than him

- ‘have you seen my blue sweatshirt?’

- *sends pic of you working in the salon with said blue sweatshirt, covered in acrylic dust*

- he can’t even be mad.

- him being the only man you’ll allow to explain something to you ‘cause you hate a mansplainer but he is adorable whilst doing it! he has the most random knowledge on certain things

- but also hating him when he lies to you and you fall for it 😭 his gullible girl

- but his knowledge is hot and your heart swoons when he feeds you a fun fact

- your smart, well spoken man x

- you are better than him in some things however — the sims being a main

- like when he’s playing with alex, you’re called in 9 times out of 10 to do something for him and end up playing the game better than him

- once again, sitting on his knee, clicking away at the mouse, his mind is baffled watching you maneuver through this game

- being his date to events (he has waited his whole life for this moment)

- holidays together 😩🌅🏝🥥🍹🐬 he’ll be swimming with his goggles while you’re watching like a mum from the sunbed x

- but he’s also making sure no-one is watching the way you’re smothering yourself in oil x

- the most protective boy™

- constantly making sure you’re okay

- doesn’t want to necessarily fight someone but he will have to if it’s for you *sigh* how romantic

- a jealous boy, tries not to show it

- he always makes you feel protected, because c’mon now, look at those arms 🥵 look at the size of him 🥵

- but at the same time — loves to be babied

- always a dilemma who’s staying over in who’s place because you still live with your parents but do you really want to endure arthur and alex also poking fun of you the second you step through the door?

- george loves your parents but doesn’t want to face them in the morning after ravaging their princess

- you love arthur and alex but can’t deal with them making fun of the way you scream george’s name at night 🙂🫶🏼

- YOU HAVE THE AUDACITY TO STILL BE SHY COMING OVER TO STAY AT THEIR HOUSE

- they’re so over it

- like you annoy alex cuz you still always act so coy walking through the door after george picks you up from the train station, he turns around like ‘i’m literally gonna hear you shagging in an hour, you can stop — you need to drop this act!’

- eventually you come out of your shell and you grow used to them but it takes a moment

- take the piss in videos. ‘reacting to cringe couples’ and they throw a pic/clip of you and george in there for the bantz and george is so unimpressed. sarcastically claps.

- they both really like you. you’re good fun when you can be yourself. bestie approaved ✓

- part of the clan!

- i mean, the only person you’re fully comfortable around is your man 🫶🏼 as he is with you — only you know how cheeky he can be x

- DRUNK HOWEVER?!!! omg you’re everyone’s best friend

- takes everyone by surprise, they expect you to be glued to george’s side but NOPE!

- YOU AND MAX ARE A DUOOOOO!!! 👯‍♀️✨

- you are havoc drunk, not an ounce of shyness in you. a social butterfly x

- you’re such a lightweight. without fail, george always has to carry you home

- you almost cry when you’re hungover, instantly regret your life choices

- v. clingy when you’re feeling frail 😷❤️‍🩹

- all you want is your man

- literally hate leaving him when you need to go home

- hates a lonely train ride™

- so close to finding a new job to in london to move in with him

- he wants you to move in too

- i mean you practically do, you’ll get the train from london to brighton at 7 o’clock in the morning if it means you get to spend the night x

- a couple who loves a night in — always cuddling on the sofa, watching TV, waiting for the others to come in drunk

- also the parents of the friend group, like alex comes into your guys’ room al the time and kneels on your bed to ask you for advice on what to say to someone or what gift to buy 🎁😭

- and arthurTV is your chaotic son x

- mom and dad™

- love just chillin’

- this man is always fiddling with your hair, like you need to tell him to stop or it’s gonna get greasy

- his friends are baffled by how well suited you are for the other

- like you have whipped this boy

- like from the way he reacts when he sees you or mentions something you did it’s clear he has fallen through all the layers of the earth, he has fallen that hard

- it’s almost sick to see how his head perks up and he unconsciously smiles when you walk through his door when he’s filming a video

- they’re so happy for him. he deserves it.

- but also how the fuck did he manage to pull that babe????

- GK Barry hits on you all the time

- you’re her girlfriend x

- ‘cheeky snog?’

- but they all love to see george wind you up 24/7777, it’s like they get to see you break character

- max is your number 1 defender ✊🏼

- it’s ‘cause you’re both victims of being bullied by george clarkey the most

- pretends to hate you ‘cause you stole his man — but immediately attacks george if he complains / makes a comment about you

- ‘you weren’t even there? stop butting in?’

- ‘i didn’t need to be x’

- you love him for being a george hater 💗

- you introduce max to your family ✨

- double dates with him and andrew! 🥳🍝🕯👨🏼‍🤝‍👨🏽

- omg, you’re most definitely a recurring guest on the useless hotline™ 🗄📞📋📎📅🖨

- fans go crazy for you

- always end up on your man’s knee

- like the first time they didn’t have a seat for you / it was broken and you improvised

- viewers hearts melt

- the way george just sways in the computer chair with you listening to max on his knee just 💖💕💞💝💘💗💓

- also drinking from the daddy mug

- george went from talking about being single all the time to never shutting up about you

- it’s to the point where max is like, ‘OH MY GOD, GEORGE? DO YOU HAVE A GIRLFRIEND? SHUT UP, I DIDN’T EVEN KNOW.’

- max forever asking questions to blow your angel upfront / expose you

- george cannot escape these questions, he always trying to move on

- pink cheeks 24/7

- like he still makes you nervous in the best way? like who is this man?! 😭

- like your nerves were wrecked at the thought of your first shag with him 💀

- inevitably, it’s a regular recurrence — to alex and arthur’s dismay 😔

- i know this man gets SOOOOO unbelievably offended when you call him ‘mate’ in a sentence like utterly shook

- ‘me? the love your life? the bane of your existence? the centre of your world? george clarkey? get referred to as your ‘mate’?’

- eventually, i can see you being able to do youtube on your own and absolutely nailing it

- again, modern day zoella with a touch of molly-mae, you got that comfort youtuber vibe who looks out for her fans and feel like a friend ✨🤍🛍

- fans love you

- they are so happy you came into george’s life

- you both set the expectations for love 🫶🏼

#whoetoshaw 🤍🤍#george clarkey #george clarke #georgeclarkeey #george clarkey fic #george clarkey imagine #george clarkey x reader #george x reader #british youtuber #youtube fanfic #youtube imagine #youtuber x reader #imalexx #eboys #tiktok

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the new theme? stunning! the gracie icon? perfect! your account even though i forget to actually interact w this masterpiece of an account? art.

gracie makes everything better. thank you sm babe ily 💞💞

#scooterari 🩷🩷

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tumblr knows damn straight ! 😎✊🏼

tumblr gets us. (you'll always be my fav)

#whoetoshaw 🤍🤍

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the streets are saying that a notification from whoetoshaw is the best notification you can get, and they're right.

I HAD TO DO OUR UNDERAPPRECIATED BOY JUSTICE SO THE CANVA AND PICSART SCREENTIMES WENT 📈📈 the cameo was so fun 😭 I'm definitely gonna have a few more cameos in bog social aus and the ci universe ones because it's actually so entertaining and we deserve it. it feels like a fourth wall break or smth

soft launches are out?? | george clarkey

summary— where a household name of uk youtube meets an awkward comedian through a mutual friend and chaos ensues (bruna marquezine fc!)

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wroetoshaw cheers, I'll keep the skincare tips in mind

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wroetoshaw never contact me again

yourusername gladly ❤️

yn2sfan ship!!

ynslover disgusting.

faithlouisak best part of the year 💕💕

gkbarry amazing as always babes 😘

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ynfanpage you look so pretty omg 😭

w2sdmn the fact that you used actually affordable products instead of smth that costs half a mortgage >>>

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yourusername in honour of the first travel diaries episode in a year, have a little ibiza and madrid dump 💞

gkbarry my tan's fading already. criminal.

yourusername i'll take you back soon xx

gkbarry love u, sugar mummy ❤

max_balegde i feel like i'm intruding.....

gkbarry you are.

max_balegde you should all follow me after you watch this (pin this)

max_balegde i feel wounded and ignored.

ynsbabygirl OMG MORE SOFT LAUNCH CONTENT

ynily the height difference im inconsolable

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imallexx thank god, it was getting a bit boring

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myoddessy @whoetoshaw OMG????

whoetoshaw WE CALLED IT.

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#whoetoshaw 🤍🤍#george clarkeey #george clarke #george clarkey #george clarkey x reader #george clarkey x y/n #george clarkey x you #george clarkey imagine #george clarkey fic #youbute x reader #youtuber x reader

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I MISSED THIS??? I WAS LATE TO THE BIGGEST RELEASE OF THE CENTURY??? IVE LET YOU DOWN BABE 💔💔

but oh. my. GOD!!!! THIS IS SO PERFECT. I'll actually never get over this it's so good. the way you write conversations is just so natural it's incredible!!

grace, my love. max, my soul. THEYRE THE PERFECT TRIO. defo a force to be reckoned with

the little podcast bit at the end gave me life I swear you're so talented queen

INTERVIEW ENCOUNTER | g. clarkey

summary: you finally meet your match (in the flesh.) [6.2k words.]

pairing: reader x george clarkey

notes: more detail revolving the first encounter of the two and their first impressions! i split this is two so the next one will have everything to do with the first date (so last minute ideas welcome!) i’ve been debating changing this lots but here i am, give or take 🤣 lmk what you thought, and don’t forget to reblog! <33 (fyi bog fic next!)

“—how did you meet? Because it was — you said it was a little bit all over the place?”

“Yeah! It felt . . very much mixed signals. Delusions even!” You laughed, a smile taking your voice every time you thought of the time you had your first ever conversation with your boyfriend, George Clarkey. “So basically—”

You were sitting in the salon, balancing your phone between your shoulder and your ear, talking to your boss, the owner and manager of the shop you worked in, the cutest, girliest nail salon down a little street in Brighton, one that you’d been working in for almost 4 years now — well, four if you could say that, with the months missed due to Covid. She was telling you all the details of the little awards ceremony the business had been invited to, considering the past year it had done shockingly well despite the hits it had taken from Covid.

You could say you played a huge part in that, showing the salon’s talent and what went on in the shop, showcasing your team and the things you offered - your clients cups of tea and selection of biscuits, a TV for Corrie and range of Yankee candles they could purchase. You mainly recorded your process of doing nails, and tips and tricks for people at home to try at home as you put it in the simplest of terms, as well as inspiring or being the inspo for the most beautiful nails as you were for sure the most creative mind in the room. Most artistic, the youngest also, so therefore — more in touch with the never-changing trends clients came to you to try.

You loved your job. You loved your work. Doing nails was your artistic outlet, you loved designing.

You loved doing funky nails with smiley faces, 10 different colors for your 18-year-old client besties, as well as doing your regulars like Debbie and Sandra their classic Ruby Red almond nails or square french tip. You loved it. You loved them. It was such a supportive, comforting setting and the day was never dull. Your co-workers were all like mums to you, but treated you like you were just as old as them, providing you with the gossip just as you did on people your age. It was the best. You doted on them all, including your clients — they always looked forward to nail day with you in the office.

Your manager, Jemma, had told you earlier this month about the event and had already appointed you the representative of the business, which, all the lovely ladies didn’t argue with — you were the perfect fit, if anything, they’d all voted you be the one to go. Like at home, you were just as favourited in work as you were at home — everyone’s favourite girl. How could you hate that face?

The event had been partnered with Superdrug in London, and so, other salons and beauty parlours around the UK had been in attendance, as well as celebs you could easily recognise from the telly, whether they were Love Island stars or famous influencers in the British industry - they were there. It was a little nerve-wrecking being on your own but it was something you just had to get on with - so you put on your big girl shoes and sat at your appointed table.

You’d seen the winners of love island take the stage and popular accounts you followed accept their awards, but you couldn’t deny the fan-girling you did when you saw the one, the only — GK Barry. Grace Keeling. She’d liked one of your nail vids on your personal account (as you didn’t want to spam the salon’s with just your work and your tips) which your heart had fluttered over. Of course she wouldn’t even know who you were though if you were to walk by.

However, she did recognise you when you had to take the stage after your little cozy condo salon had been announced the winner of its category, and you walked up in your stunning, silky gown with little block heels to gracefully accept it. You couldn't believe it had won out of the tip-top businesses in London that won every year, considering they were where all the high-profile celebs and influencers went. “Oh my! Thank you so much! The girls back home are not going to believe this, oh my gosh!” You smiled brightly to the crowd, not wanting to milk it; live out your oscar-winning fantasies. “—so yeah. The Little Teal Salon thanks you for this. I hope our TikToks aren’t so much of an eye-sore for your feed,” you smiled back at the loving grins. The teal salon . . that rung a bell in most’s minds, including Grace’s, who could see the comapny profile pic of the logo you had also created! Grace immediately made the link to your account and the salon (as you’d always mentioned and linked it in your vids) and was a little aw-struck at the pretty face that was behind those videos – that talent!

You took the award home and the girls were thrilled to have it placed in the shop, applauding you when you clocked in that morning, showering you with praise and compliments for your speech and appearance that weekend.

Beautiful girl, inside and out.

You had made a video on your account, the first of your face, your full identity, your flawless face and sweet voice, giving your own personal thanks and rundown of your time at the event, sharing the bit of footage you’d collected.

Well . . that video fucking exploded.

Absolutely viral, 5 million views and over 700k likes, 10.5k comments mostly voicing their shock over the reveal of your face and their stunness of your beauty. You were fucking gorgeous.

username1: OMG YOU’RE BEAUTIFUL

username2: what’s your insta 😭😭

username3: make a youtube!!

username4: omg more vids like this pls 🌟

username5: girl you’re BEAUTIFUL!!!!! 😍😍😍

username6: she’s gorgeous wtaf 😭😭

username7: why did i not expect her to look like that 💀😭

username8: she’s fucking stunning like

username9: mark my words — love island will snatch her up this summer

username10: she should be on TV

username11: you should start a youtube channel!! i’d adoreeee your content 🫶🏼

username12: can’t believe you were invited to this! that’s so cute 😭🥹 you remind me of a london girly

username13: why is nobody mentioning the fact she could literally model

username14: she seems so sweet. so posh! love your dress!! 💓

username15: she the type of girl you walk by in the street and think about 5 years from now

username16: GKBARRY!!!!!!!

username17: i want to be her

username18: you should be a vlogger! xx

username19: this video just made me go do my skincare routine and wash my hair

username20: she looks like someone straight out of a movie 🤯

username21: she seems too innocent for love island 😭😭

username22: girl next door vibes 🌸🐰✨🕊

username23: @PLT sign her immediately

username24: mark my words, next IT girl on the internet 🙌🏼

The comments were endearing. They brought back dreams you used to have when you were 14. Funny enough, you’d bought a ‘vlogging’ camera in Lockdown but never used it (pussying out again.) Huh, wonder where it is.

You’d mentioned in your voice-over amongst your complimentary of the lush drinks and design of the place, that you had your small fangirl moment of seeing GK Barry, and the comments joined in with you, loving you even more for that as you revealed a little more to your personality.

GK Barry commented back, stunning your little fangirl heart: ‘omg, i couldn't believe it was you. wish you’d come and said hello! see you at the next one, gorgeous’ with a trio of emojis. Your heart swooned. Your younger cousins had first thought you’d been talking to a boy with how you’d acted.

And the next one came!

This time, Superdrug had invited you personally out to their launch of a partnership with some influencer, following your new wave of attention and hype. You of course accepted, and you’d received a DM from the very girl who was serious when she’d first commented it:

You going to the next one?

Yeah!

You arranged to link up, and once did, Grace whipped out her phone, immediately videoing a TikTok: “guys — look who i’m with! The nail girl!” you both laughed, you being sure to cover your mouth as you laughed at the name. Grace was taken back by you once again this time ‘round, knowing she’d had hired her hair and makeup to be done as well as help with her outfit being picked out — you had completely dressed yourself today. Sparkling white teeth, makeup beautifully painted on, your cute little BooHoo dress clinging stunningly to your figure — you were simply gorgeous. Inside and out. You were a breath of fresh air and Grace needed everyone to see the hype.

Since that video, you had your second wave. The same kind of comments that had your cheeks blushing pink and smile hurting your face. Your follower account spiked up a little and it was overwhelming seeing how many likes you now got, as well as on your Instagram. The amount of influencers who gave you a follow or so much as commented — I mean Chloe Burrows?! And Millie from Love Island?! Commenting on your nail vid, saying how they were all over it? You wanted to cry at their kindness when replying to them.

There were a few questionable followers you inspected, Superdrug being one — you wondered if they were up for sending you anything, ‘cause come on now . . a freebie was always nice.

Bambino Becky. Talia Mar. George Clarkey.

You weren’t as invested in TikTok and YouTube as you’d think — you just about knew who these people were. Like . . barely. Talia went with a Sidemen . . but who even were they? That group of lads that boys from your school used to watch and praise in Year 8? Big whoop.

Bambino Becky was a flex, you knew her and knew she was friends with Grace . . as was George Clarkey. But who was he to follow your beauty account? Was he looking a set of acrylics done?

You’d stalked his profile, and it refreshed your memory: you knew who he was too, who he hung out with, and you could see the small hype he was getting. Yeah . . he was a nice boy.

Again . . unusual to be following you, you thought. He had quite a few videos with Max Balegde — him you definitely knew because oh my gosh — who didn’t know him?! The Disney Pin guy! He was probably the only TikToker you actually laughed at. He was the best, you’d kill to go on a night out with him.

But time passed and you rode the wave out. There wasn’t that many events you were invited to after that, and you still did your regular 9 to 5 every weekday of painting your favorite ladies’ nails.

You didn’t post much on your Instagram — your stories though? Yes. A selfie never made it to the main but it made it to the story, and you got your love on that — Grace’s name always popping up with either a heart-eyed emoji or a simple ‘fit x.’

You saw who viewed them too.

And some of them viewers . . you followed back.

God, he was so fit. Cute, but fit also. And funny.

Still a lad though, and probably on everyone’s to-do list.

If always being one of the firsts to view each other’s stories was a flirting technique as well as liking their posts — well that was what you were doing. The pair of you.

George Clarkey had really grown on you and the more and more his face appeared on your feed, the more you realised how good-looking he was. You liked how he spoke, and how his witty humour reminded you of your own – the one you inhabited from your dad. You liked how he dressed himself, but also made fun of himself when he got a shit haircut. He was just . . dorky. But, you also saw how he still had his nights out with his friends and his presence at events he’d clearly been invited to, reminding you that you wouldn't be the only one to think this of him — one of the lads at the end of the day. You could see right through him. He may seem funny and dorky and all jokes — but he had the ladies. You called it. They act like they don’t get lucky but you knew — you knew he could have a PrettyLittleThing Model-reject if he wanted!

So that little ‘crush’ fizzled out eventually, you got over yourself. However, it felt like when you try to forget things . . they seem to pop up everywhere you go from then on.

You were in work, filing Etta’s nails when the notification came through that georgeclarkeey liked your TikTok.

Huh? The one you’d just posted this morning? The one of you . . complaining about being hungover and re-doing linework on a set of acrylics? You set down your file with a confused face and granted Etta the smoke break she was clearly yearning for, and while she went outside, you checked your feed.

He definitely liked it.

You did nothing of it, I mean what were you supposed to do?

You just stared at the notification, scratching the side of your head as to what this could mean.

Nothing probably. You set your phone down and went about your day. Alright then.

A week or so passed when you were pulling on your shoes to go to work, a rough Monday morning, your body still not fully recovered from your night out on Saturday. You hadn’t even seen Sunday, you’d slept the whole way through it. You were eating your bagel in the car, eyes heavy, throat sore, the thought of being surrounded by the scent of nail polish and acrylic powder making your head sore.

You’d been sitting at the table again, doing your second set of hands at 11:30 when you got a notification on Instagram.

The selfie you’d taken on Saturday but posted on the Sunday after forgetting to do so was still up on your story after 19 hours. You squinted your eyes at the pointless notif, seeing it was someone responding with one of the set of emojis — the heart eyes.

You looked away.

And then you looked back again, your brain waking you up.

George Clarkey reacted to your story: 😍

“What’s wrong, love?”

You paused, wondering if you needed to lie down again and go home. “I don’t know, Denise. I think I’m seeing things,” you brushed her off, fighting the urge to pick up your phone. Yeah, that was enough of that. You locked your phone and put it in your bag, not wanting to be on it ‘til the work day was over.

When you’d got home, got showered and freshened up and jumped into bed — you went through all your messages that day, clicking onto your notifs.

Instagram.

You clicked on your messages, pulling your brows together, trying to find the one from earlier and grimaced when you couldn’t find it.

No, he had definitely liked my story.

You looked up his profile and clicked on your conversation, to find there had never been one started.

NO! Are you kidding?! He definitely had liked that! You weren’t delusional.

You sat up, your hair falling to your face, now on a mission to prove you hadn’t made this up. You went to TikTok, to the video he’d liked a few weeks ago and dropped your mouth when you saw it had also disappeared!

What the hell was this guy’s deal?! What was he doing?! Was he just playing into your subconscious?

You felt a little crazy after that, afraid that you were seeing things, or that George Clarkey was just having you on. Changing his mind like a prick, pussy-footing out. Boring.

Take your likes, I don’t want them anyway, you mentally grumbled in your head after spending half an hour scrolling through his tiktoks, snuggling back into bed to forget all about him.

Weeks passed after than when you’d been sitting in the salon, waiting on your next client, swaying in your chair at your desk as the girl’s asked you when your next outing was. You responded with how a perfume brand had got in touch with you after you’d shared a video on all the collection of scents you had, explaining their one was something you used regularly, fond of the scent.

“It should be good, i’ve seen celebs write about attending it. It’s an event and then they’re hosting an after party, but I’ll go to the event, see how I’m feeling – if I want to stay, ‘cause I still don’t really know anyone.” You’d feel like such an outsider being surrounded by top influencers. You were still just a regular girl from Brighton - working in her nail salon.

“Free booze!”

“Yeah! Exactly,” you agreed, “it said dressy so . . may fish out another BooHoo number!”

“Silk is the way.”

“Silk is your material!”

“You always look a dime in silk.”

“Aw, thanks girls. I hope I find something. Don’t want to look like a bin bag compared to flippin’ . . Ekin-Su.”

“IS EKIN-SU GOING TO BE THERE?!”

“No. But people like that will be . . influencers. I’ll just go for the free gifts. I mean it’s a night out, so. It’s all paid for me. Free drinks. Free food. Good bantz. Night out in London.”

“Definitely, you’d be stupid not to.”

You’d been sitting at your dinner table, talking trains to London with your Mum, scrolling on Tinder and Hinge to pass time as you did when you had nothing better to do. An app you never took serious but rather to entertain yourself; seeing how guys responded when you said something unresponsible or how long it took for them to pathetically send a dick pic. Truly, a good source of entertainment.

However, you froze when the familair face popped up on screen - the mirror selfie you’d seen on Instagram, the name that popped up on your phone but couldn’t be traced.

George Clarkey.

What’s this idiot doing on here?

You stared at the profile for about 5 minutes, ignorant to the story your Mum was telling as you read through his account, seeing it really was him, verified tick and all.

Your thumb hovered above the photo.

“What you doing?”

“Nothin’.”

You considered it. Imagine we matched, though. That’d be funny.

You swiped right, bracing yourself.

It’s a Match! You and George have liked each other!

You set your phone down on the table at that and palmed your hands to your eyes, making your Mum laugh.

“What?”

“Nothin’.”

“Well it’s clearly something! What are you laughing at?” She saw your smile, your stupid smile because what the hell?! What was this guy’s deal?! For real?!

He actually was having you on. Swiping right on your profile now? Nah. He’s a joke. You locked your phone and ignored that, sure as hell not being the one to send a message first.

Oh? Had you mentioned how he’d also liked your most recent Insta post you’d actually posted to the main? Or at least he had, sometimes his name liked to sit there and then disappear.

Yawn! Fuck off!

Two days later, you were on the train to London, your outfit ready to slip into once you checked into the hotel you’d booked for the night. You were growing real fond of London.

You spent 2 and a half hours dolling yourself to perfection, your hair hanging in loose curls behind you, your makeup looking airbrushed onto your face, skin flawless, not a lash or brow hair out of place with jewellery locked in your ears and around your neck. You had the most prettiest, beautiful baby pink dress slipped down to just above your ankles, allowing your delicate white block heels to be on show. The silk just melted onto your body, complimenting every curve and your skin tone, feeling weightless. You were in love with this look.

You saw the usual lot who went to these things posting their ‘Get ready with Me’ TikToks already or uploading their selfies to the Gram, which had you flicking through your own pics.

The setting of the place was stunning, beautifully decorated and very . . sophisticated. Girls were in dresses and the men were in shirts and fancy trousers, if not suits and ties.

You quickly found your angel sent from heaven above to accompany you through the night — Grace. She had you glued to her side, a pain in it from all the laughing already. You’d introduced yourself to a few others, including no other than Max Baledge and even Coco from Love Island. It was so strange, but both were so lovely.

You hovered in that group, some coming and going, but Grace stuck by you, genuinely happy to be in your presence and making her laugh. She felt like she didn’t belong either, and she reassured you the other influencers felt the same.

“Love the stuff! Love spritzing half the bottle, me!” She made a video with you by her side, spraying the liquid from the small, glass bottle. It was ironic because you weren’t even wearing it tonight, but your usual scent, your everyday perfume you sent others into a daze from the rich, sensational smell.

You left Grace for a bit as she had duty to carry out, interviewing people as many others did, finding yourself in the company of Bambino Becky. “Do you need another drink?”

“Yeah, I could do with one,” you admitted, letting her pull you by the hand to the bar.

“Oo! There’s the Baggs. And Andrew. OH! Where’s Max? He was looking for him!” she stood on her toes to try and see anyone else, “Oh! Aaaand Clarkey’s coming over.”

Taking a nervous step back as he walked over, you blinked at the sight of the very man in a suit! It felt like a celebrity sighting! Wearing a soft grey suit with a black tie, paired with black boots, fiddling with his watch on his wrist – you couldn't look at him, a moment of inferiority taking over and for some reason, a hot flush crept up on you.

God!!! He was so fit!!!

“Alright?” He greeted Becky, trying to grasp your attention but you were clearly distracted by others in the room, sipping on your cocktail that matched the colour of your dress. “Seen Max anywhere?”

“No,” his friend responded, “how’s the interviewing going?” She responded in her Welsh accent, drawing your attention back round to him. His eyes flickered to you and he smiled, trying not to be rude and looked back fo Becky, answering her question.

“Eh.”

“Eh?”

“Eh.” He confirmed, his voice making you smile. “Want to come do one for me?”

“I’ve been trying to find a toilet for the last half hour! Have you seen them?” She set her drink down, craning her head again for the sight of a door with a toilet sign on it.

“Ermm,” he looked around also, a lot taller and helpful in this situation, “no. WAIT! Yeah! Over there!” He pointed behind her shoulder where a set of doors with a toilets sign hanging above them stood. Becky had never downed a drink so fast and sprinted. “Do you need to go?!”

“No,” you smiled, taking her glass from her.

You and George watched her go, the boy growing nervous at being left alone with you for the first time ever. To be left alone with a girl was one thing — to be in the company of the one you fancied was another. The setting suddenly felt hotter, as he wondered if you knew you’d matched, that he’d swiped right.

That he also liked and unliked your posts, too afraid it came across too strong, that you’d assumed he was shooting his shot . . which he was, but . . y’know.

Oh! And also strangely liking your TikToks on painting nails because they were the only videos you posted, not because he was planning on getting that design on his nails next.

You turned back around, setting the glasses on the bar countertop as he looked down at you with a hopeful smile, playing it cool. “Want to do an interview?” He offered, holding up a tiny mic.

You didn’t know what got into you but you almost wanted to say no, because his antics had been really annoying. Had he been more straightforward – you probably would have been able to have flowed in conversation, but he kept taking his likes back and his messages.

Did he not like them anymore? Did he change his mind? Think you weren’t famous enough?

He might not have thought any and you might have been thinking too much into it all! You weren’t some control freak, but . . it was a little annoying to catch him doing that. Teasing you almost. Mixed communication.

You knew he was a jokester, and part of you kind of wanted to take him out of his comfort zone. “Don’t really do interviews . . ” you ruined his comfortability as, assuming he’d assumed you would just say yes because you were ‘the nice nail girl on TikTok’. He relaxed his raised brows, and you knew you were on the money.

But you still wanted to talk to him. You still liked him, who were you fooling! Just look at him! “ . . but maybe I can do one for you,” you brought your eyes back on him, looking at him through your lashes.

His were stuck on you. You took him for being awkward but he had not diverted his gaze once.

His lip curved and he held out an arm for you to take after seeing you struggle to fix the strap of your heel, and you kept it there as he led you back to the mark he had on the carpet to get some footage.

What were you doing right now? “What is it? The interview?”

“It’s an Icks question,” he looked back at you in the second he had to fix the wire, “so, maybe say about someone smelling bad for me,” he put on a voice, and you almost didn’t like how casual he seemed. Where you supposed to teehee at that one as well?

Ok. This whole liking and unliking situation had clearly bothered you more than expected. Had he not unliked them, you could have sent him a message on Tinder to say ‘oh! saw you liked my vid the other day, you looking a set done?’ you know, to break the tension?! With a little joke to let him know you’d saw? But no! He was getting cold feet.

Maybe you were offended. Probably because . . you actually liked him. Fancied him.

“Are you ready?” He stood beside you, tiny mic between his thumb and finger.

You nodded, tucking your hair behind your ear and over your shoulder as the video already began recording.

You caught sight of yourself on the phone and subconsciously began picking at yourself, wanting to do him justice and tweak your appearance. You fixed your hair and shifted on your feet on the screen, oblivious to the way this man was full-on drinking you up with his eyes, pupils dancing all over the place as he took as much of you in as he could.

God, what a hot duo. His suit perfectly complimenting your dress colour — delicious.

“Are you ready?” He asked quietly again, a little humoured by how you were still fixing yourself on camera, when you literally looked flawless, and you exhaled a laugh that time, breaking your sight to look at him and nod, your teeth twinkling as you smiled up at him, “yeah.”

Oh God, he was in love.

“Hello everyone, today I’m asking people about their worst icks. This evening I'm joined by?—” He held the mic to your lips.

“Y/n.”

“Y/n, what’s your worst ick?” He asked into it, holding it back to your mouth whilst turning his head back down to you, lowering it a little so he could hear you clearly over the noise of the room.

He smelt so flippin’ good as well.

You smiled up at him as he spoke and tore your eyes away, exhaling a breath, “my worst ick is when they like your posts and then unlike them,” you smiled angelically for the camera, “and reply to your story and then delete that as well,” you looked up at him, his mic slowly drawing back to himself as he realised what was happening. “And then match with them on Tinder - or Hinge or whatever! Just for them not to say anything,” you added sweetly.

You weren’t being malicious, not at all and you felt like it was the best way to address the elephant in the room - break the tension?

But George was catching flies. He quite literally didn’t know what to say.

Maybe this was just a huge coincidence?

You grabbed his hand to pull the mic closer and raised your brows playfully at the phone recording you, getting butterflies at the touch of your hand on his, “—and then ask you to do an interview for their TikTok,” you let go and looked up at him, nervously biting your lip as you stared up at him.

. . . since when . . did you grow a set of balls?

George looked down at you with the most disbelieving smile, his ears burning red. “Oh. Alright then!” He nervously laughed, showing the most guilty looking face to the camera as you laughed next to him. He couldn't do anything but laugh too, cheeks pink. Fuck my life, his demeanour evidently read. You’d completely humbled him.

You were still smiling beside him, your hand holding his forearm, the action both easing and spiking his nerves as you were about to say how you were only kidding . . that it wasn’t personal (yes it fucking was) and you were only having him on, ready to chat and really get to know him this time — when suddenly, a hand was seen from the side of the shot and plucked you away! “Y/n babe, quick! I have the best video idea for us to do, sorry mate! Not really though!” Grace apologised to George, midway dragging you away.

George was dumbfounded, he looked to Authur behind the stand with his mouth agape before he burst out laughing, because did that really just happen? Did he just get owned by a girl he actually fancied but also — did she just do it on cam?

Kinda embarrassing. Kinda also the hottest thing to ever happen to him. She had him fighting for a breath. “Did you get that?” He laughed, fanning himself with the cue card in hand, the grin couldn’t be wiped off his face. That felt like a fever dream.

Of course that would happen with the first girl he’d began crushing on in years.

You were long gone, on the whole other side of the building, helping the idea Grace had come up with for her account. Max was drunk by this point as interviewing you alongside two other girls but you hadn’t even spoken a word, more so in a trance at him, biting your tongue to conceal your laughs at his slurred words and weirdly blinking eyes. He was finished and the after-party hadn’t even started yet.

You hadn’t made it to the after party either, with the traveling taking over an hour, the thought of having to travel that length and further on the way back on your own was just not appealing, so you got back to your hotel after a good night and were soon back in the comfort of your own home in Brighton, laying on the sofa with you head in your mum’s lap.

“—MUM!!!!! WHY DID I DO THAT?!”

It would only be you to be cheeky to a guy you fancied as a flirting technique. What the fuck?!

“Honestly, I don’t know where I got you from,” she mumbled, too engrossed in Coronation Street to advise you on this dilemma. You felt so bad thinking through your little stunt with the tiny mic. Anyone who knew you would know straight off the bat that you were behaving in a light-hearted manner and if anything flirting with the boy — but maybe George didn’t know you like that, and if anything, most likely thought of you as a massive C-word.

But you were getting too in your head, as Clarkey had thought about you all night, seeing you perfectly envisioned in his head in that glamorous dress. He watched the footage back the next day along with all the other people he’d managed to interest for an interview, and felt his heart squeeze at the sight of the girl in the pastel pink dress show up next. His heart actually fluttered, he had to hold his chest to control the ticklish feeling.

He inwardly grumbled though, not at your accusation, because he was all for your calling out of him and quite frankly, found it kinda hot. Ballsy.

But — more so at the motive behind it: you let him know that you’d seen his actions, and that you’d voiced your disappointment to him constantly backing out.

You had practically flirted with him and he didn’t know how to respond.

He liked to blame the reason being the camera was there and recording him but really he was kind of thankful because then he could blame his lack of wanting to address the situation. He was going to blame whoever he wanted to blame! Really, he’d just got nervous!

He saved the clip but he didn’t include it — absolutely not, he wouldn’t do himself like that — but watching it back in his hungover state, he realised how compelling you were.

He has seen that in the flesh, he knew what that looked like up close, what you smelt like. Your soft, flowy voice. Your dangerous giggle.

He wanted to punch his head for being such a pleb. Biggest L of the century.

He grabbed his phone, immediately opening up the dating app after collecting a boost of confidence and clicked on your profile.

Fuck it.

It was unlike him – but he was doing it.

He wanted you, so . . he had to do something about it. Doing nothing wasn’t going to get him anywhere!

He typed the message and hit send.

You were in bed, holding your mug of tea on your chest, enjoying the day off for once as rain patted against your window.

You received a message on Tinder.

Sooo . . coffee? Drinks? 🙂

You looked at the message for a while, acknowledging the flutter in your chest.

So he’d finally texted! But, letting your brain do it’s bit and overanalyse the whole situation, you nervously but your pinky nail. Pick him apart once again.

What, a pity date is it? 🙂

No 🙂

Mm, i’m getting that vibe

WHAT WERE YOU DOING, Y/N?! YOU'RE BLOWING YOUR SECOND CHANCE WITH THIS GUY! STOP LETTING YOUR EGO GET IN THE WAY!

Oh. 🙂

That, for some reason, the idea of him being let down at the thought of you no longer being interested, changed your mind.

He was no longer putting on his act of faking confidence but now back to his antisocial ways at least when talking to a woman. You loved it.

Just kidding. I love coffee. Don’t know where we’re meeting for it though, I don’t necessarily see Big Ben from my window 🙂 x

George had never felt so giddy over a message. He felt his shoulders relax.

He wasn’t fucked just yet.

He’d practically skipped to the office that day — no, not a literal office, but the set of his podcast, with none other than the man himself.

“—me! Max Balegde! So! What did you get up to this weekend?”

“Nothin’ much . . do I smell nice?”

“You do! And you can too! No, actually, not spons. Fuck you—” he stopped the free advertising and didn’t name drop the brand. “Like they need anymore money. Rich pricks.”

“That’s what I say to people about you!” George pulled, hitting the desk as his co-host rolled his eyes.

And then his phone buzzed as he forgot to put it on silent and his eyes flickered to it immediately, itching to text back as he knew who it was but instead - rightfully turned it on silent.

He didn’t want anyone knowing, not only to save himself the stick but also the fact in case it went tits up or he jinxed himself. But — little word got out.

“Actually — jokes aside, we can cut this part out—”

“Oh no.”

“Did you end up messaging that girl?”

Max had heard he’d encountered someone at the event and the others like Grace and Becky had poked fun at him for it — Max didn’t have a clue who it was, but they knew they weren’t wrong to tease him and say he’d liked you, because when they brought it up to him, he did that thing where he tried to play it cool and shake his head; but his cheeks turned pink and his embarrassed smile gave it away.

George sighed.

“YOU DID! DIDN’T YA!”

“What?” He played dumb.

“Oh shut up, you have! What’d she say? Are you meeting up?!” Max fired a hundred questions a minute.

“What?! No!” He looked at him, and a minute passed, and the two burst out laughing because one: that was very defensive, and two:

“What are you, five? Are girls gross to you?”

George laughed at him, sitting up in his seat before going all quiet.

Max stared at him excitedly. “You have.”

“I did text her—”

“I KNEW IT! Are you meeting up? Or does she think you’re a weirdo?”

“No, no, I thi— we’re . . talking. Planning.”

“You going for drinks?”

He raised a shoulder. “Probably.”

Max covered his mouth with his hands. He felt like a proud mother, watching his little hen take on the world. “Shut up!”

“Ok.”

“NO! Say more!” He rushed, “what’s she like?! D’you really fancy her—”

“La, la la, la—” he pretended not to hear, “moving on.”

“Did she say yes to meeting up?”

George looked at him, like he knew he didn’t want to speak much on it but he kept going on anyway, asking dumb questions. Well he obviously wasn’t going to be boasting about her if she’d said no!

“Wow.”

He nodded.

“Got some rizz in ya after all.”

“You could say I’ve . . nailed it,” he raised his brows at the camera.

“Oh dear God,” Max sighed, his hopes and expectations ruined in an instant as he held the mug of drink in his hands like it was a hot cup of tea, “you don’t deserve her. I don’t even know who she is but she don’t deserve ya. Run, whoever you are.”

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