sebastian vettel retirement era is so funny bc the man is literally nowhere to be seen (presumably in the swiss mountains with his family in a state of increasing baldness) but then once every eight months he suddenly spawns at a random circuit to offer support to a good cause, some sage yoda like wisdom and against all odds, with hairs on his head. and then he fucks off again
about the kiss prompts. I'd love to read about landoscar for 5 *and* 6 - a kiss where it hurts and where it doesn't hurt. I think that would go amazing together. I was thinking about the emotional kind of hurt but please do whatever feels right :)
heyyyyy this is like. not the emotional kind of hurt. but i saw everybody writing kid fic landoscar on the feed and i had to join in or die, so have 1.5k of fluffy, sappy singledad!lando.
send me a ship and a number and i will write a kiss
5. where it hurts & 6. where it doesn't hurt | landoscar | 1.5k
Lando’s been in love with Oscar for months already the first time he hears “I love you.”
It’s the kind of late-summer hot that burns off in the early evening, leaving you shivering and wondering when it started. Lando’s in the kitchen at his sister’s place, elbow deep in dishwater, as him mum prattles on about the very expensive wedding of the daughter of a neighbor Lando doesn’t remember from his childhood home.
“Personalized, engraved wine glasses,” she’s saying as he hands off another plate he’s rescued from the murky bottom of the sink so she can dry it. The window in front of them is thrown open so they can keep an eye on the backyard, where the rest of the family is nursing the last of the drinks they’d opened with dinner. Tied off to the fence posts, Lando’s niece’s birthday balloons float gently with the breeze that carries the sounds of a half-dozen conversations in for them to gather pieces of. If he listens hard enough, Lando can pick out his favorite accent from among them, several ticks off from the rest of the crowd’s English. It’s warm in Lando’s chest, the way Oscar has settled so easily today. He hadn’t been worried, but it’s the first time Lando’s brought him around to a whole family event like this – all three of them, Lando, Oscar and Emma – and everything has gone so remarkably smoothly.
“Insane, isn’t it?” His mum asks, drawing Lando’s attention back to the kitchen.
“Extravagant,” Lando agrees to appease her. He’s only halfway through sponging off the next handful of silverware when his focus is snatched right back up by the familiar, gut-tug sound of his daughter crying.
“Shit,” he says then as he scans the backyard through the screen to seek her out among his various relatives. It figures that she’d be fine all day while Lando was around, and the minute he’d ducked in to help with the washing, she’d find her way to trouble. His mum’s already handed off her dish towel for Lando to dry his palms with and he’s half-turned towards the door, cutlery abandoned back to the suds, when he finally spots Emma. She’s just reached three feet (on the small side for three-years-and-a-few-months old, but that was always going to happen with the genes Lando’d given her), so it’s mainly her curly head he can see as she runs back from the swings towards the patio, where the adults are all gathered.
“Gonna-” Lando hooks a thumb over his shoulder for his mum’s benefit, eyes still trained on his girl. Emma hits the group and skips right past the lost look he’d been expecting when she realized he wasn’t there, though, skips right over missing Lando and straight ahead to-
“Oscar,” she whines, arms outstretched and voice high like it gets when she’s upset. Lando watches from the kitchen as his boyfriend kicks off the wall to kneel next to her. He’s got half a beer still in one hand, but the other goes to Emma’s back as she falls into his shoulder. Lando’s heart feels racing and stopped all at the same time as he watches Oscar murmur to her, too low for him to hear across the garden.
It's a minute before she’s coaxed back up out of his chest. Her face is still red and teary, nose twitching, but she offers her hands out when Oscar asks for them. Lando’s stopped moving completely, frozen with the dish towel wrapped between his fingers.
“Can I see?” he picks up from the distance. Oscar smooths his thumb into the middle of Emma’s hand until she flexes her fingers out for him, displaying palms full of grass bits.
“Fell,” she gets out between little hiccupping sobs. Oscar sets his drink aside so he can tug her closer without letting go of her hand.
“Well, that’s no good. Can I help?” he asks and it’s soft, it’s tender, it makes Lando himself want to cry for an entirely different reason.
She nods. Her head falls sideways, back onto Oscar’s shoulder, as he brushes the dirt and grass away. Then he purses his lip to blow the last of the dust off and smacks a kiss right in the center of her hand, playing it up loud enough to make Emma smile about it through the last of her tears.
“Oscar!” she says again, all giggles this time. Lando’s heard Oscar laugh about the way Lando pronounces his name, but it’s only when Emma says it, his own accent in miniature, that he sees what there is to grin about. She seems to be mostly cured of the panic, but in the next moment Oscar scoops her up anyway, settling her on his hip and checking that she’s chilled out as he returns to his conversation. Everything keeps moving around them.
“So,” Lando’s mum says. He jumps a little, having forgotten where he was.
“Um.” Lando says back. She’s smiling like a maniac at the side of his head. “I’m gonna-” he repeats, same thumb motion as a minute ago. He departs for real this time, though, depositing the towel back in her hands as he goes.
“Hey,” he breathes out when he’s reached Oscar’s corner of the patio. He’s not sure where to put his attention first, honestly, a little overwhelmed, so he curls a hand around Oscar’s hip with one hand and tucks Emma’s hair behind her ear with the other. “All sorted?”
“All sorted,” Oscar agrees. He tilts his head to meet Emma’s eyes, eyebrows raised like he’s waiting for her to sign off as well.
“All better,” she confirms. She doesn’t reach for Lando, though.
Oscar’s gaze is still focused on her when he says, “Just wanted a little cuddle before going back to play, right? Nothing serious.” He shifts Emma slightly in his arms and she turns her face into his shoulder for a second, like she’s embarrassed he’d tell on her that way.
“Good plan,” Lando says, tucking her hair back once again.
“Just like dad,” Oscar adds, and Lando definitely can’t find room inside of himself to be embarrassed – not with the way his chest is all cozy, like a dryer-warmed blanket.
“Oscar gives a good cuddle,” he agrees instead.
There’s a beat of silence: Lando looking at Oscar, Oscar looking at Emma, Emma looking back and forth between the two of them and the swing set, where her cousins are still playing.
“I’m ready,” she decides finally. She plants her palm on Oscar’s opposite shoulder and leans back in his arms so she can look him in the face instead.
“Great!” Oscar says.
“Emma,” Lando says, “say thanks to Osc, yeah? For fixing you up?”
“Thanks, Oscar!” she chirps, agreeable. Then she smacks a kiss against his cheek, a match to the one on her own palm, and says, “I love you!” as he sets her down, easy as anything.
Like she’s said it a thousand times. Like it’s not anything, like it’s just a fact of her life.
Lando watches her run off with a hand on his own cheek, half over his mouth. He knows he must look insane in one direction or the other, the way his eyes are watering and he’s smiling to hide how his heart is beating triple-time inside of his chest. But Oscar just slides an arm around his waist, drawing Lando in close to his side.
“Sorry if that was-”
“No,” Lando stops Oscar before he can even start. “That was, like…” precious, Lando thinks, more than I ever expected.
It's just... there were days after Emma’s mum was gone, when he was alone with his baby, that he’d stayed up at night and stared at her even after she’d finally gone down for him; days where he’d wondered whether either of them would ever get to say the words to anybody else. There were moments, nights, weeks on end where everything felt scary, and the thought of bringing a whole extra person into their lives was impossible to entertain, more work than it was worth no matter how badly Lando yearned for it. And there were times with Oscar, even, early on, where Lando had hesitated against his lips mid-snog on the couch and despite all the burgeoning something in his own heart, thought: selfish.
He’s never felt further from it all, though, watching Emma jump from the apex of her swing’s trip up towards the sky. She’s never been afraid for long. Comes by it honestly, Lando thinks as he buries a smile against Oscar’s shoulder.
“That was…?” Oscar prompts into Lando’s hair. He’d pressed a kiss there a moment ago and never moved.
“That was really important,” Lando settles on, still misty eyed.
Oscar’s palm does a quick pass up and down his spine before wrapping back around to squeeze Lando in half a hug, “Okay, though? I didn’t overstep or anything?”
“No,” Lando’s laughing then, still a bit wet, as he dislodges Oscar’s chin from the top of his head, “Can’t believe she loves you, holy shit.”
Oscar smiles down at him, “Just like her dad?”
“Just like her dad,” Lando confirms, then presses his own sweet smile right into Oscar's lips.
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.
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“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).
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“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.
bah humbug! (well, that's too strong) | liam lawson
summary: she really wants to feel the christmas spirit. the only problem? this year, she can't seem to find it.
pairing: liam lawson x female!reader
warnings: inspired loosely by certain bars of 'christmas wrapping' by the waitresses, reader wears glasses! my girl is just a lil' stressed about the holidays
author's note: originally this was supposed to be a totally different fic but i've really been struggling to feel the christmas spirit this year and i think i like this idea much more than my original idea because it feels more authentic :)
“liam, have you seen my glasses? I need them to drive!”
“kitchen counter, babe! and I thought I was driving?”
she poked her head into the kitchen, where Liam was double checking the fridge for the food items they promised they’d contribute to the family christmas dinner. one apple pie, one tray of lemon potatoes ready to go into the oven.
“I thought I could drive back. that way you can have a few beers with my dad.” she suggested, grabbing her glasses case from the counter before pressing a quick kiss to liam’s lips.
quick as a flash she was gone again, off to the christmas tree to run inventory on her family gifts.
“hang on, hang on.” liam groaned, grabbing her hand. “I thought we’d stay over this year. this way, I can have a few beers, and you don’t have to drive at night. "
he knew his misspoke when he saw the panic in her eyes. all he had tried to do was lessen the stress, but he feared he may have just increased it.
you see, y/n loved christmas, but this year the holiday had caused her nothing but stress. between changed plans, cooking failures and the pressure she was under at work, all she had been able to manage this year was a few fleeting moments of christmas cheer instead of the monthlong joy she was used to. this year, she couldn't even force it.
"okay, we can revisit it later. i know you love your family, but i also know they can be a lot." liam said, his voice soft as he ran his thumb over her pulse. "everything is already by the door. i've got it covered, and all you need to do today is relax."
she smiled weakly, eyes pricking with tears as she thought about how kind and gentle her boy was being. "thank you. that's really thoughtful."
"anything you need, and i'm your man." he winked, pulling her in for a hug. she nestled underneath his chin, breathing in the cologne he was wearing and feeling herself relax under his touch.
they hit the road soon after, with liam's warm hand resting reassuringly on her thigh, just under the hem of her black dress. the auckland sun was so bright that she had the sun visor in her boyfriend's honda down in front of her eyes as he merged onto the freeway.
they were listening to christmas music, but it was the calming and folksy kind that she liked, and not the garish and in your face kind on the radio.
she felt totally at peace, singing quietly along to liam gallgher's 'all you're dreaming of', running her fingertips along liam's smooth knuckles.
"you know i love you, right?" she said softly, turning to look at his side profile. he was gorgeous all the time, but specifically when he drove. he had a pair of ray-ban's perched on his nose, his white collared shirt pushed up over his elbows. she could see the veins in his arms as he switched gears, and it made her run hot.
liam looked over at her, keeping the corner of his eyes trained on the freeway. "of course. and you know i love you, don't you?"
"always." she smiled, bringing his knuckles to her lips and kissing them softly.
her parents' house was a mess of soul music and cooking, the smells of stuffing, gingerbread and melted butter enveloping her like a comforting hug as she walked over the threshold, liam's arm draped over her waist to pull her close. her nephew was running around the kitchen with his nerf gun, her sister's border collie barking at her reflection in the mirrored christmas ornaments.
it was chaotic and occasionally stressful, but being here today brought her immense peace. she went around the living room, saying her hellos before helping herself to a mug of hot chocolate, and a beer for liam.
liam took both drinks from her, wordlessly placing them on a side table before pulling her in for a dance. she giggled shyly, resisitng the urge to hide her face as her lover gently swayed their bodies to rod stewart and dolly parton, who were crooning baby its cold outside in the background.
she rested her head on liam's shoulder, relaxing into his hold. when the song ended, they were still rocking side to side, too wrapped up in each other to notice until the dog began to bark at them, and her cousins started clapping.
liam pecked her on the forehead before the pair settled in on the leather couch to watch everybody open presents. of course, the little kids went first, her two nephews overjoyed with their new marvel toys.
when it was her turn, her m other passed her a box decorated in floral scrapbooking paper, a golden bow tied around it. she opened the box, pulling out a crisp white album with a white lace bow on the front. she flipped through it, liam's arms around her waist and his chin on her shoulder as he looked with her at the pages upon pages of pressed photos and card cutouts.
"mum, is this every picture i've ever sent you of me and liam?"
her mom smiled. "and a few that your father and i took. i figured you could show it to your kids one day."
the book opened with the first picture that yn had ever sent her parents of her and liam. they were sitting next to each other at a steakhouse in auckland, and liam was looking at her with such a lovestruck expression in his eyes that she thought she would melt.
it was the first time anybody had ever looked at her like that.
later that night, after dinner and dessert and her cousin's drunken toast, she was sitting outside on the patio, watching the sun set over the water. she had a wine colored cardigan over her dress, and a border collie curled up in her lap. one of her airpods was in, playing some music that was decidedly un-christmassy, but was helping her decompress from the stress of the day, the week and the year.
liam knocked against the open patio door, waiting for her to turn around. "hey, i'm looking for the most beautiful girl at this party? i think she's wearing a sexy little black dress and ankle boots, but i can't seem to find her."
she smiled over at him, getting out of her chair. the dog in her lap bounded over to liam, jumping up on her hind legs and trying to get him to scratch her behind the ears. "just needed a minute to myself. care to join me?"
"of course."
liam sat down in the wicker chair she had just vacated, humming contentedly as she settled in his lap. he pulled her warm body against his, keeping her safe and close by. he dotted kisses along her shoulder blade as they sat there quietly, watching the sun go down and enjoying each other's company.
"we can still stay over, if you want. my dad will probably make us leave the door open, though."
"are you sure? i've only had one beer, i can drive us home." liam asked gently, thumb rubbing circles over her skin. "if your social battery is dead, i don't think we should push it."
she looked back at him, a smile on her face. "yeah, i'm sure. they may be nuts, but they're my family and i love them. besides, jake is taking the kids back home tonight, so it will be quieter come eight thirty."
"i love those little dudes."
"i can tell. you still have a nerf dart stuck to your shoulder."
liam frowned, watching as she reached over his back to unstick the suction cup. "how did that get there?"
"my nephew is a menace, that's how." she laughed before kissing him. "merry christmas, liam."
"merry christmas, pretty girl." liam beamed, kissing her cheek. "but we might want to stay out here a little longer. your cousin got the karaoke machine out and your mom is trying to get me to sing crocodile rock with her."
Summary: Liam notices that the Ferrari social media accounts are suddenly referencing Cars a lot. He enlists a few drivers to help him on his quest to meet the new admin.
Warnings: Crack fic? Swearing
Requested: No
F1 Masterlist
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scuderiaferrari with a little ruste-eze (and an insane amount of luck) you too can look like… our boys!
the hoodies are here! much to charles’ joy. to look like you’re part of the team, head over to the ferrari store
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liamlawson30 kachow!
→ user1 this isn’t even your team?
→ user2 liam will always be team cars tbf
→ scuderiaferrari we welcome all cars enthusiasts
charles_leclerc i have never looked so good
→ user3 charles is going to be buried in that hoodie, isn’t he?
→ scuderiaferrari we’ll make sure of it
user4 new admin? because this is giving humour, unlike the previous posts
user5 okay but this was actually quite funny. fairplay ferrari admin
user6 charles looks so good. new admin knows how to photograph him well
user7 i need that pic of carlos blown up and put on my wall, please admin
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scuderiaferrari just posted
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scuderiaferrari i am speed!
charles leclerc is your italian grand prix winner of 2024. il vostro re di monza 🇮🇹
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user8 liam lawson summoned in 3…2…1…
liamlawson30 now was that floating like a cadillac or was that stinging like a beemer
→ scuderiaferrari we call that flying like a ferrari
→ user9 omg he had a reply
→ user10 what are the odds that he’s screaming in his room
liked by liamlawson30
→ olliebearman dude, get up
user11 charles leclerc is so lightning mcqueen coded
→ user12 don’t let liam hear you say that. it might break his heart
user13 why is liam interacting so much with the ferrari page. does he not know that his soul belongs to red bull
→ user14 only contractually
→ user15 everyone is a ferrari fan
→ user16 i think he’s more of a ferrari admin fan
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scuderiaferrari just posted
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scuderiaferrari “that is so relaxing” and then proceeds to make everyone feel very unrelaxed
you can find more C2 chaos on our youtube channel
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user1 liam’s not interacted with this one because there’s no cars reference
→ jackdoohan he’s lurking in the comments, don’t worry
→ user2 so we’ve had rbr drivers defecting to ferrari, and now alpine?
user3 my favourite thing about the ferrari admin is that they clearly love their job and it shows
user4 poor admin. how are you dealing with the pair of them?
→ scuderiaferrari i’m in racing hell. my iq’s dropping by the second
→ charles_leclerc what?
→ scuderiaferrari i knew you couldn't drive, i didn’t know you couldn't read
→ user5 admin, you’re wasted on these two. they don’t appreciate your references like liam does
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carlossainz55 i still won that challenge
→ charles_leclerc no, you didn’t! the score says i did
→ carlossainz55 the score lied
→ scuderiaferrari excuse you. i did the score and i double checked it
→ carlossainz55 sabotage
→ scuderiaferrari i’m not posting flattering images of you anymore
charles_leclerc i look so confused
→ scuderiaferrari you always look like that
scuderiaferrari just posted
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scuderiaferrari ciao tifosi. charles leclerc here as i attempt to do the job of our wonderful admin, yn. ask me anything
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user6 admin reveal!!
user7 i got to this post within 10 seconds and liam lawson had already liked it?
→ liamlawson30 faster than fast, quicker than quick
→ olliebearman get. up.
→ jackdoohan you’re just embarrassing now
user8 you can tell this isn’t admin because these are not charles’ best angles
→ charles_leclerc heyyy, i took these myself :(
→ scuderiaferrari we can tell
→ user10 no angle is a bad angle for charles
user11 omg is that admin??!!
→ user12 wait, what? i didn’t scroll that far!
→ charles_leclerc yes!
user13 where can we get admin’s jacket?
→ charles_leclerc by putting up with carlos and me
→ user14 deal!!
→ charles_leclerc i did not think that one through
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scuderiaferrari just posted
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scuderiaferrari race cars don’t need headlights because…
welcome to night time singapore! enjoy a throwback to our favourite singapore moment from last year
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liamlawson30 the track is always lit!
→ yukitsunoda0511 i am ashamed
user1 wait, no. bring back the admin pics, please. we don't want those two men
user2 admin, you’re so pretty! drop the @
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carlossainz55 🍾🥇
→ scuderiaferrari how about a replay this year?
→ charles_leclerc this is charles erasure, yn
→ user3 yn??? we have admin’s name!!!!
→ olliebearman @/liamlawson30
→ jackdoohan @/liamlawson30
→ yukitsunoda0511 @/liamlawson30
→ scuderiaferrari @/liamlawson30
→ scuderiaferrari i felt left out
user4 love how everyone is more focused on admin than recounting sainz’s win
its_yn posted a new story
charles_leclerc replied this is so mean
→ i am going to cry and it is all your fault
→ its_yn oh well, don’t do that? i guess?
→ charles_leclerc you guess?
→ i’m about to make you happy and you guess?
→ its_yn you’re going to make me happy?
→ charles_leclerc i am going to introduce you to your soulmate
→ its_yn not again…
→ charles_leclerc i mean it this time!
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user5 a soft launch?
→ user6 just fell to my knees in radiator springs
user7 is that ferrari admin?
its_yn do you know many ferraris? luigi follow only the ferraris
→ liamlawson30 they race on the european circuit. i'm in the piston cup!
→ user8 yup. that’s definitely ferrari admin
→ scuderiaferrari guilty
its_yn 💕💕
→ liamlawson30 my pretty girl 🌻
user9 love how liam has just been announced as a driver for the remainder of 2024 but his focus is on lightning mcqueen
→ user10 i think his focus might be on ferrari’s admin
charles_leclerc you are both welcome
olliebearman i’m actually shocked that your pining worked
→ its_yn what can i say, i like pathetic men
jackdoohan i can’t believe harassing us actually managed to woo her
yukitsunoda0511 idiots
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notes: finally finished this fic based on the charity match (2023) 🥳 guys this isn’t proofread and it’s short n sweet’ but i hope you allllll enjoy nonetheless!! lots of love and as always, don’t forget to reblog! <3
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“OKAY WAIT! LET ME GET THIS SIDE!”
You shuffled to the left, angling your face to the right as your boyfriend’s hand slipped round your hip, smiling for the picture in his sidemen charity kit. “Ew, Harry, get your hand off her bum?”
“It’s on her hip you shit stirrer,” he defended, his sister laughing behind the camera at her successful wind up.
Rosie snapped the pictures, handing you your phone back before you quickly placed your lips on Harry’s cheek before letting him run on to the changing rooms before warm up. You all called after him, wishing him the best.
“Good luck!”
“Be careful!”
“Score that goal today,” you threw him a wink over your shoulder, seeing him shake his head at you.
“Right, let’s find our seats before they start,” his mum zipped her bag close and led the way. You grabbed your 3rd drink and followed them all outside, adjusting your pass that was swinging around your neck.
The sun was blazing, the energy was good, and so many people had shown up to support the boys for their annual charity match. You were so excited, always having loved attending these things, you’d missed them being pushed aside since lockdown. Plus, you got to live out your ultimate WAG fantasies, seeing your man run about the pitch all hot and bothered, and hopefully, finally score his goal.
“Should we make a TikTok?”
Harry’s brother and sister laughed at you, sensing your sobriety was slipping before a ball had even been kicked onto the field. You were totally fine, it was just the atmosphere and nice weather had you on a buzz.
“Thought you didn’t want to be an influencer?” Josh commented.
“I don’t but I can make a TikTok,” you sassed back, “i’m not drunk guys.”
And the next thing you knew, you were on the ground, slipping down 3 almost 4 steps on your way to your seats. “OH Y/N!”
“I’m fine, I’m fine,” you grabbed the rail, pulling yourself up while Rosie and Josh laughed in hysterics at you, their mum being the only one to help you up. “I’m ok, I’m fine.”
“No drink my arse.”
“Shut up,” you screw your face up at the youngest Lewis, pulling your bag up over your shoulder again.
“Y/n love, are you sure you’re alright? Do you maybe want a drink of my water?”
“Guys I am fine, I promise I’m not that drunk,” you squeezed your mother-in-laws hand whilst looking irritatedly at the two who were now taking pics and vids of you. “I need another drink.”
“You hardly spilled any of th—”
“Shh!”
You decided to leave your things at your seat as everyone came out for warm ups and slip through the stands too see some of your friends. “Hello Mrs!”
“Who’s that, Olive? Is that Auntie y/n?”
The baby came to you willingly, holding her arms out while you wrapped yours around her, holding her tight for a cuddle, “aren’t you just the cutest in your shirt! Are you supporting your daddy?” you cooed, fixing her top so you could see the name on the back.
“–have one,” Rosie faked coughed behind you.
“I hope they score today, I have a feeling Ethan will,” Faith pulled her jeans up, looking out to the pitch.”
“Look, as long as my Harry doesn’t come home with a broken bone, it’s a win for me,” your held your free hand up, bouncing Olive up and down with your other.
You kissed her goodbye and quickly greeted some of the others on your way back: Talia, Freya, Sabrina, Tobi’s brother and Chris’s sister, eventually finding your way back with a new drink in hand and a couple nice photos posted online with fans.
“Tell you what, Sidemen fans give me quite the ego boost,” you shimmied between your seat of the girls. You hardly got any bad interactions with fans anymore, always swarmed with love and compliments, you were flattered when they stopped and called out to you. These few had giggled at your tipsy state you had reassured was not the case.
The game started, and the ball was rolling.
Within the first half of the game, so much had happened. It was like anytime one team scored, the other scored right after. One tackle happened, and then another. Speed was an entertaining fucker. You were gobsmacked at the sight of him tackling people left right and centre. You just hoped he stayed away from Harry.
Harry was like this big, dreamy hunk in your eyes, looking unreal in his football gear, running around and attacking, stealing the ball from the other team and towering over them. You were in full WAG mode, clapping and shouting every time he got the ball. “Blah, blah, blah, proper name, backstory stuff,” Rosie recording you as your gaze on her brother was the equivalent to that TikTok sound.
The boys were playing so well, both teams were. Ethan scored the opening and you met up with Faith to squeal and yell in excitement for them both (Olive looking at you like you were crazy.)
On your way up to get your next drink, Stephen pulled you aside for a few minutes to give your input on the match so far. “What’s your verdict, anything to say?”
“I mean both teams are playing well, I did look directly at the sun when Ethan peeled his shirt off because I mean eek, so much for a family show—,” you grimaced, eyes going wide as the two commentators erupted in laughter, “joking! i’m joking! he’s looking amazing, i’m so happy for him scoring his goal,” you wiped you eyes with a laugh, adjusting the headphones on your ears.
“Have you promised Harry anything if he scores tonight?”
“I mean if he scores tonight, probably just buy him a kebab,” you shrugged, watching the statistics on their laptop.
“Heard it here first folks, y/n’s giving Wroetoshaw a piece of her kebab if he scores lucky tonight—”
“Are you joking me? Your—” you struggled to get all the wires off to beat Stephen with the heavy microphone, breathless with laughter yourself. You couldn’t believe he’d just done that on you.
Halftime was over and you rushed back from the bar, feeling a lot more tipsy now than you had done. Or maybe it was the sun . . and you’d gotten sunstroke.
Not the 5 pints you’d had.
“Right, come on, you can do this,” you mumbled to yourself, sipping your drink as the boys came out of the tunnel again.
You watched the rest of the game with your sunglasses on, cup empty and nails slightly chewed on when they came to 4-4. You genuinely didn’t know which way it could go but either way, there was no real winner, the real winner was all the charities the boys would be donating the money to.
Manny scored twice after halftime which brought Sidemen FC up. Max got a yellow and used an uno reverse card which made you cackle for some reason because you were not expecting that.
JJ then managed an own goal . . so that was . . yeah.
Useful.
And then, it happened.
You were watching the ball roll, watching how someone passed it to Vik and he was running, but the All Stars were starting to swarm him, and unexpectedly he turned around and shot the ball at Harry.
You perked up, wondering what he was going to do next. There was no-one ahead, and the net was too far ahead. You waited for him to turn around and pass it back to Simon.
No.
He pelted that ball in a beeline to the goal and in it went, gliding with ambience as it shot into the back of the net.
The stadium erupted in screams, the goal sending jaws to the floor as it was totally unexpected.
You screamed.
You screamed like he’d just secured the Premier League, completely shocked he’d finally scored his goal in a charity match!
“Holy—did he—does that—” you were just yelling and shaking his sibling’s shoulders with your mouth open.
He was thrilled. The look on his face made your heart burst. You could see how much this meant to him, how happy he was and how proud he was of himself. You were bursting with pride for him. You were so so happy for him.
“GO HARRY!!!!” you screamed, cupping your mouth, jumping ecstatically in the stands.
He looked all around him, getting hugged and chanted at by all his friends, everyone couldn’t get over how mad the goal was. “That is some screamer!” Stephen’s voice called over the speakers.
Harry glanced around, his head twisting to the right and then behind him as he was reminded by who else was here watching him, and pointed in all your direction, just a little acknowledgment to let you know he was thinking of you all.
You clapped excitedly, still jumping, over the moon for him.
“Oh my god!” you squealed, shaking Rosie’s wrists.
Five minutes passed, another goal was scored, and then five minutes after that in extra time, another, and Sidemen FC had secured the win with a result of 8-5.
It was such a good day.
The boys walked the stand to receive their medals and trophy, fireworks went off as they lifted it, Stephen announced how much money had been raised and there was simply smiled all around.
You were halfway down the steps by the time they were passing the trophy around and getting pictures, squealing before you’d even jumped into Harry’s arms. “You did it! You actually did it, you scored!” you tapped your arms and legs around him, hugging him tight.
Harry was laughing at your reaction, blushing at the attention you were giving him in front of everyone but he just coward a little and hugged you back, feeling you squish your faces together before you kissed the side of his face repeatedly as he set you down.
You kissed and kissed him, hugging him sideways as you didn’t want to embarrass him, but you wanted to let him know how proud you were of him, how happy you were for him because you knew he’d been wanting to score so badly.
“You are the cutest ever,” you looked up at him, resting a hand on his chest as his brother appeared, applauding him, and then Rosie, then his mum who was on FaceTime to his dad, cheering for him over the phone.
You embarrassed him that little bit more when making him pose with you with his trophy and medal, feeling like a proper WAG when you got to wear it too. “I’m so proud of you! You big sexy centre-back!” you squeezed his side and Harry pushed you away with a laugh and a shake of his head, blushing again.
“Are you drunk?”
“No, just tipsy,” you promised, seeing his grin grow.
You snuck a kiss on him before you left him, getting an unimpressed look but it was worth it, you knew he liked it.
Later on in the day, you were all reunited, hugging and congratulating his teammates and oppositions, proud of everyone who participated.
They were all changed, relaxed, and enjoying themselves at the after party, drinks flowing and music pumping, all on a high after a fun-filled day.
You’d been with most of the girls, all sharing a table, sipping lightly on some cocktails and you could honestly drink the whole bar, every drink was so nice, the open-bar could be a very bad idea.
“Are you only having a few?” Harry stood with his arm around your neck, a beer in his other hand.
“Yeah, I’ll only have a few,” you looked up at your gorgeous, athletic, goal-scoring boyfriend.
“Did I look sexy?”
“You looked soooo sexy, I could eat you up.”
Harry snickered at you, nodding, “you are pissed.”
“I’m not! I’m just . . i’m on a buzz.”
He raised a brow at you, knowing exactly what they meant for you. “Ok.”
You smiled at him. “I am really proud of you. For everything. Really, I’m bursting today, you have done so well for yourself. Seriously,” you blinked up at him, “I didn’t think watching you record yourself playing Fifa in your room instead of paying attention to me would lead to this.”
He chuckled loudly at that as you snuggled into his side, rolling your eyes at him, “dickhead.”
“Don’t get too drunk on me now, we’ve a day out with my mum tomorrow,” he reminded. “I mean, I don’t care what you do but I know you’ll blame me for letting you get this far when you’re hungover and walking around Hyde Park tomorrow.”
“Harry,” you whined, hearing his friends laugh for saying they purposefully out loud for them to hear. He laughed too.
“Ok,” you agreed, removing yourself from him so he could be with his friends.
You puckered your lips up at him with a hand on his hip and he only stared down, eyes flickering to you in a ‘really’ kind of way.
He wouldn’t kiss you, but you stayed stuck like that until he did.
Annnnddd because he didn’t want you to look like a moron for too long, he grudgingly leaned down and kissed your lips, lifting his head again before anyone could catch him. You squeezed his bum on your walk away but he caught you in time and smacked your ass extra loud, you actually felt your face go red for once.
“You having another one, y/n?”
“No girls, i’m going to take it easy, i’m a bit drunk now so,” you lifted your glass, “i’ll finish this and get a lemonade.”
And then you were in the centre of the dance floor, Anaconda by Nicki Minaj blaring through the speakers as you crawled on the floor, on all fours, arching your back and sticking your ass out, thumping your fist into the ground.
The tipsy-giddy-buzz drunk you’d been all day was now long gone and you were simply feral. It was as well everyone’s family members had called it a night or they’d be witnessing you gone wild, dancing like you were an actual dancer in the music video.
“I got a big ,fat, ass,” you sang, slithering Harry’s way.
He was well drunk, but not as drunk as you. 
You approached him, taking his hand to assist your spinning and slut-dropping, finishing with a big sloppy kiss on his face, leaving a mark.
Then Max Fosh jumped in when pussycat dolls started to play and stole the show, and you were left to love on your man while everyone was recording him doing the WAP on the dance floor.
“Can we go home yettt?” you whined, arms locked around him as you begged to go home. The image of him running around that field today was etched in your mind forever, had you foaming at the mouth and you needed to do something about it. “Pleaseeeee,” you said right in his ear, your entire body slouched on him.
“Can I finish this drink and then we’ll go?” he looked at you with tired eyes, from the mix of drinking but probably being up so early and running around all day. He was so ready for bed.
Although judging by the look in your eyes, let alone your behaviour, he was guessing he wasn’t going to sleep right away.
“Yes my honey,” you smooched his face again, the cuteness-aggression getting to you.
He kissed the side of your head, and when you pulled back, he gave you what you wanted and kissed you on the lips, once, then twice, and a third on your cheekbone. “I love ya.”
“I love you too,” you pushed his face against your mouth so you could kiss him hard, Harry was convinced your lips were dented into his cheek. “My big, sexy footballer with his big, sexy goal today.”
“Sexy goal’s a new one.”
“Everything you do is sexy,” you gazed up at him, nails tickling the back of his neck.
He smiled down at you, lopsided, and set his beer down on the table next to him, turning back around, “right, let’s go home.”
You beamed with excitement, ready to smother him in further lovin’ and show him just how proud you were to be his WAG.
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yourusername that time of the year were i get to be a WAG for the day 😝 so unbelievably proud of all the boys today, each one played amazing and for such a wonderful cause. £2.4 million?! 🤯 you’re kidding. congrats gang, keep smashing it. and congrats to team sdmn for yet another win 🥳🏆 as for my 77, i couldn’t have been more buzzed seeing you finally score your screamer (only took 5 years x) v proud of you baby 😚💙 xx
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It's not my favourite thing I've ever written, but it's been sitting in my drafts for a while. It's due a part 2 with so much further for the idea to go. But in celebration of pre-season testing and to mark the end of winter break hopefully you enjoy.
Description: "Reader tags along on McLaren's winter break team-bonding trip to the mountains, maybe Oscar doesn't have to continue being as perpetually single as he believes himself to be"
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“Team bonding.”
That’s what Zac had called it when he’d insisted Oscar spend the first of his few sacred weeks of winter break cut off from society in the Rocky Mountains of Colorado.
The lack of internet was the least of Oscar’s worries, but he certainly would’ve preferred it be a conscious choice he made from the shores of Australia with his family instead.
His attitude wasn’t helped by the ass-crack-of-dawn flight he’d been stuck on. Despite the luxury of a private jet, he may have preferred crying babies to the soundtrack of Y/N and Lando’s cutesy words across the aisle.
Lando and your relationship had been going steady for over a year, and with you being a key presence in the McLaren garage over the past season the extension of an invite wasn’t surprising. He loved you and Lando separately, but with his own love life non-existent the constant reminder of loneliness was often a punch in the gut.
Rolling through the crisp snow Lando’s soft gaze hasn't left the overwhelming joy that decorated your face since the jet touched down. Pine trees and snow-blanketed mountains could be seen for miles surrounding the luxurious cabin that stood, twinkling with fairy lights.
Gaping in child-like wonder, you take in every inch of the property. Neither McLaren driver could help but chuckle at the girl before them as you clamber excitedly from the car. Footprints mark the snow below as you gaze around joyfully.
“Easily impressed?” Oscar smirks light-heartedly. A comment Lando belly-laughs at, almost folding himself in half, although his eyes never leave you. Following your lead the pair of them climb from the vehicle. Oscar, ever the efficient, immediately rounds to the boot of the car to collect his luggage. Lando however, detours to you, taking your hand and twirling you elegantly as snowflakes begin to fall.
Rolling his eyes, a light-hearted chuckle mixed with a scoff, is the next sound to leave the younger driver. Lugging his bag and beginning up the stairs to the porch he calls out, “C’mon love birds!”
Snapping your attention from your handsome man you let out a squeal of excitement. Darting across the freshly fallen powder. Lost in excitement your sense is overridden as you continue to keep pace up the wooden stairs. Before your head can catch up with your movement you feel your arms whirling, any attempt to keep your balance as your feet slip and slide from under you.
“Ahhh!” Yelping in terror, fingers fumble to grasp the handrail, the icy layer threatening your balance. Hopelessly unable to stabilise yourself, within seconds you're conceding to gravity you brace for the incoming hit from halfway up the stairs. The fall that never comes.
Instead, warmth seeps through the thin layer of your sweater. A hand, in a flash, wrapping tightly around your wrist eases you back to your feet. A further hand comes to rest gently on your lower back to keep you steady.
Feeling the rush of panic depart at the safe hold you glance timidly upward toward your saviour.
Meeting a, concerningly familiar, pair of deep hazel eyes, you hope the red rushing to your cheeks can be mistaken for the chill in the air. Breathing heavily, the steam caused by the frosty temperatures provides a visual representation of the way your breath mingles.
Spluttering in shock you don't have a chance to formulate even a muttering of a word before your boyfriend claps Oscar on the shoulder heavily. His grip on you releases immediately. “Thanks, mate,” the elder of the two grins, “let’s go klutz! Time to find our room.”
“Zac! Andrea! What?!”
“I know this is team bonding and all but surely we deserve at least a little privacy!”
Perhaps it was the twinkle in his boss's eye, or perhaps it was the fact his PA had told him not two weeks ago that Zac had been planning the trip since Easter, but Oscar was having a hard time believing this was all a last-minute mixup.
According to their team principal, the cabin had been booked last minute and was the only accommodation available to cater to the demands of the team trip. As a result, the pair allocated Lando and Oscar to share a room. Something that wouldn’t have been such a concern if it was just Lando and Oscar.
“Come on you guys…” Extending your words with a whining tone, you disrupt the arguing of the four men. “It’ll be fun!” You grin optimistically, “like a big sleepover!”
And with that, they’re left to watch your bobble hat bounce as you hop away up the grand pinewood staircase.
You’re settled against Lando’s chest, lights dimmed and reading peacefully. Your boyfriend tangled comfortably around you, scrolling on his phone.
A beam of light floods the room, distracting you from the pages briefly as the bedroom door opens and closes. It’s the rush of Lando’s heartbeat, pounding directly below your ear, that diverts your attention entirely.
Flicking your gaze toward him you see his phone abandoned on the sheets, his eyes glazed as he stares across the room. Turning curiously it’s not hard to determine the cause of his lust-filled look.
Across the quaint and rustic cabin room, Oscar rummages through his suitcase. The towel haphazardly draped around his shoulders does little to stop the droplets of water that fall from his damp hair, accentuating the bare back muscles that flex delightfully every time he moves.
Momentarily distracted yourself, as eyes trail to the plaid pyjamas hanging low on his waist, you take a second to collect your thoughts before you pinch at Lando’s side.
Your palm reaches quickly to silence his yelp of complaint as your eyebrows dance teasingly, eyes flicking towards his teammate in jest.
It wasn’t the first time you had caught your boyfriend’s loving look towards the younger driver. He’d caught you staring many more times than appropriate too. It had become a running joke and expected practice within your relationship that if you aren’t staring at each other then the Aussie is the one who’s captured your attention.
You continue teasing him quietly in your own bubble, Lando hastily attempting to shush you. Fearing attracting any attention or questions from across the room.
Oscar, however, paid you no mind as he shook out his freshly showered hair and tugged a shirt over the messy mop before flopping into his child-sized twin bed.
“Lights out?” He questioned, finally sparing the pair of you a glance.
Oscar had been tossing and turning for at least an hour now. Not only was he stuck in the most uncomfortable bed known to mankind. But within ten minutes of his shower, he had felt the temperature drop and there was no amount of layers that could warm him up again.
“Osc, mate, I can hear your teeth chattering from here.” Lando’s grumble eventually breaks the tension.
All three of you had been trying to sleep to no avail. “Sorry,” Oscar mutters, his discomfort immediately evident to you and Lando through the lack of sarcasm.
Perhaps the tiredness was fogging your brain because your next move was braver than you had ever dared to be toward the Aussie.
Prodding at Lando’s side you murmur, “Invite him to join us.”
The disbelieving look he returns is almost laughable. “What?! I can’t do that!” His tone is hushed but astonishment undeniable.
“Can you two quiet up? I’m never going to sleep if you keep smooching.”
“We are NOT smooching!” Your boyfriend declares, louder than necessary.
Rolling your eyes you roll into your own space and bite back, “No need to sound so offended.”
He’s immediately pulling you tighter to his body, flashing a sheepish but cheeky grin.
“We were coming up with a solution to help us all sleep actually.” You informed the boy across the room.
“Oh yeah? And what would that be?” He responds, open to trying anything, but sceptical of your ability to help nonetheless.
“Well, penguins use body heat to stay warm right?” Lando contributes, “We were wondering if you wanted to try a similar tactic?”
Oscar’s brain shortcircuits the second he processes Lando’s words, “as in…?” He can’t quite compute the request.
“Get over here you big lump!” You demand, whipping the covers down on the left side of the bed. “We're the only source of warmth in this stupid cabin, come to bed before any of us get hypothermia.”
And really how could Oscar possibly argue with that?
Little update and refresh as we head into the 2025 season! Desperately want to get back into writing as my schedule's started to free up so please send in any thoughts or requests☺️
Chronically online was a term that was gaining fame to describe someone who spent quite some time on the internet, and who knew all the trends going on.
You weren’t exactly proud to be a part of that community.
But it kept you entertained.
And that’s how you ended up setting your phone up, ready to record Drew and you filming a new trend on TikTok.
How did you convince him to do it? You don’t even remember.
And after what felt like an eternity of explaining the dynamic to Drew, you both were finally ready to begin.
Both of you sitting next to each other on your couch, you looked at him with a mischievous smirk while he stared at you suspiciously.
“We listen and we don’t judge” you both said at the same time, Drew smirking at you.
“I’ll start” you said, looking from your phone screen to your boyfriend. “Sometimes, when I don’t really wanna cook, I get all dramatic and lie about us not having all the ingredients for the dish I was supposed to make, so you can offer to make something instead with what we do have” you say, giving him an embarrassed smile.
He chuckled at your words.
“I knew that love” he lets out a laugh. “You’re not good at lying to me”.
Your mouth opens up in shock.
“We listen and we don’t judge”.
Drew pauses for a moment, smiling at you.
"When you're showering, i close the door of our room so the sound of your music gets as muffled as possible" he admits.
You giggle as you nod at his words, you did like to shower with loud music.
“We listen and we don’t judge”
You look at him through the screen.
“I thought you hated me when we first met, so I would intentionally try to stay out of your way our first couple of working days together”.
Drew gives you a puzzled expression trying his best not to judge.
“We listen and we don’t judge”.
He clears his throat before speaking.
“I often fake coming home super tired and stressed so that you take pity on me and cuddle me while playing with my hair” he says giving you a cute smile.
You giggle at his words.
“That’s cute” you admit leaning to peck his lips.
“We listen and we don’t judge”
You take a couple of seconds before speaking, trying to be dramatic.
“I have a lot of edits of you saved on my favorites folder on TikTok” you look at him.
Drew covers his eyes while letting out a chuckle.
“We listen and we don’t judge”.
He looks at you mischievously.
“I get jealous of the guys in your books” he admits seriously.
You let out a laugh as you throw your head back.
“We listen and we don’t judge”
You giggle softly before confessing the next one.
“Whenever I feel sick in the middle of the night, I wiggle a lot in bed or move your body so you’ll accidentally wake up and ask me what’s wrong”.
He opens his mouth surprised at your words.
“We listen and we don’t judge”
Drew thinks a little before speaking.
“Ever since we met I’ve always been skeptical of your at home remedies for illnesses, even though they work every time” he admits.
You slowly nod while giving him a defeated look, knowing that already.
“We listen and we don’t judge”
You give him a playful look before speaking.
“When we’re cuddling, sometimes I have the urge to stand up abruptly because I get too hot and I feel like I can’t breathe because you’re too big” you say, barely getting out the words without laughing.
Drew looks at you with big eyes, moving his brows up and down at the double meaning of your last words.
You roll your eyes at him.
“We listen and we don’t judge”
He thinks for a moment before speaking.
“When I’m showering, sometimes I’ll use your shampoo rather than mine” he pauses as he looks at your baffled face. “It leaves my hair softer! And smells like you”.
Of course, there were a few confessions you had to cut from the video because your PR managers would hunt you down if they made it out into the internet.
“We listen and we don’t judge” you both say smiling at each other.
You smirk playfully at him before speaking.
“I cannot stand one of your friends and past coworkers” you admit, making a serious face.
Drew immediately throws his head back and lets out a chuckle, knowing exactly who you’re referring to.
“We listen and we don’t judge”
He clears his throat before looking at you.
“I don’t like watching F1 since you told me about that driver that slid into your dm’s” he lets out cockily.
You burst out laughing looking at him while he joins you.
“We listen and we don’t judge”
You make a thinking face looking at him.
“I wish you sent me more shirtless photos” you say giving him puppy eyes. “Or like, you took more of those with my phone, so I could look at them”.
He snorted out a laugh.
“That can be fixed baby” he says as he looks at you mischievously.
“We listen and we don’t judge”
He gives you a smile.
“When I travel for work and you’re not coming with me, I take a pair of your panties and stuff them in my suitcase” he says laughing.
You scrunch up your nose at him.
“Drewwwwww” you say covering your face, now knowing where those missing undies went.
“We listen and we don’t judge”
You avoid his eyes for the next one.
“Sometimes when I’m cold, I throw on one of your dirty hoodies that you used while working out, cause they’re sweaty and smell like you” you say, trying not to burst out laughing.
He gives you a grossed out look.
“We listen and we don’t judge”
You look at him waiting for him to speak.
“You know those sleeping shorts Brooke sent you cause she accidentally bought too many?” He says, making quotation marks with his fingers while saying sent and accidentally.
You nod at his words.
“I actually bought them for you because I love how your ass looks in them”.
Your mouth opens at his confession while you hit him playfully in the chest.
Drew laughs at your reaction.
“Oh my god baby, this is definitely not making it to the video” you say as you stand up from your position while laughing at him, walking to your phone to stop recording, while he stands back watching your movements with a smile.
Noticing that in fact, you were wearing a pair of those shorts.
“We don’t judge remember?” he said cheekily.
*
inspired by @valstranquility lando blurb<3
I love this trend on TikTok and I just couldn’t help myself
they’re just too cute I can’t
this was short n sweet hope you like it, if you have any other concepts you’d like to read let me know!
summary: ever since the reader started blowing up, all the interviews and promotions that would ask her who her celebrity crush is, she always had the same answer. so when Jimmy Fallon invites her on his show, he might have a surprise in store…
warnings: fluff!! second hand embarrassment, reader gushes about Drew, she’s just a fangirl at heart
‘perfume’ by del water gap mentioned <3
part two
2020
“Who’s your celebrity crush?”
“Drew Starkey, he plays Rafe in Outer Banks.”
“Do you have a celebrity crush?
“Yeah, Drew Starkey from Outer Banks.”
“Are there any people you would hope to collab with or meet?”
“Definitely Drew Starkey from Outer Banks.”
2021
“Last year you said multiple times Drew Starkey is your celebrity crush, is this still true?”
“Yeah, he’s still my main one.”
“Are there any guys you’re interested in?”
“My dream guy is Drew Starkey, if that’s what you mean.”
“What’s your type in a man?”
“Umm… probably Drew Starkey.”
2022
“Update us on all the boy drama! Anyone interesting?”
“Just waiting for Drew Starkey.”
“You look stunning! Are you here with anyone tonight?”
“No, I’m not.”
“Your crush around Drew Starkey, is that still a thing?”
“It still is… have you seen his new movie ‘Hellraiser’?”
2023
“Your new EP just released, are any of the songs about Drew Starkey?”
“Not on this one, no. Maybe the next one.”
“Are you seeing anyone? Has Drew Starkey called?”
“No, not yet. Maybe next year.”
“Have you seen season three of ‘Outer Banks’ yet?”
“Yes, oh my god! Drew looked so good.”
2024
“Your new song ‘Perfume’ is an absolute hit! Is it about Drew Starkey?”
“Omg, no, but it should’ve been.”
“You’ve quickly risen to fame! Has Drew Starkey noticed you yet?”
“Unfortunately, no. He’s probably hiding.”
Ever since your career started, in every single interview you get the question regarding celebrity crushes, the answer was always the same.
Drew Starkey.
It became a known meme revolving you and your fans, along with the media. Practically every interview just loved to teased you about your known celebrity crush.
Your popularity rose more in 2023 to 2024, so, when Jimmy Fallon reached out to you to have you on his show, your agency immediately agreed.
Standing behind the curtain wearing a tight brown suit, the pants wide-leg. Black boots were your choice of footwear, your makeup done perfectly to match the outfit.
“Ladies and gentlemen, bring your hands together for Y/n L/n!”
When Jimmy announced your name, you came out from behind the curtain, a big smile on your face as you waved to the audience.
Shaking hands and hugging some of the crew members before you finally hugged Jimmy, settling down in the blue chair.
“How are you doing tonight?” Jimmy asks with a warm smile.
“I’m doing good! Pretty nervous to be honest, this is my first talkshow.” You answered sincerely.
The audience clapped and Jimmy sunk back in his seat a little more.
“Well, I’m glad to be your first one! So, your new song ‘Perfume’ recently came out, congratulations on 200 million streams.”
“Thank you so much, really.” Your hands were shaking as you fidgeted with the brown fabric on your knee, one leg crossed over the other.
“So, you’ve been singing since 2020?” Jimmy asks.
“Yeah, I started posting videos on Tik Tok but my career really took off at the end of 2023 and now here we are.” You smile, the whole experience still so surreal.
“Your voice is phenomenal, seriously. I’ll need to have you come back and sing on the show for us.” Jimmy says, causing the audience to erupt into cheers.
You laughed a little, nodding your head. “Of course, anytime.”
Jimmy continued to talk to you for a few more minutes about your career, the conversation flowing smoothly as you cracked some nervous jokes.
“So, I have to ask, Y/n. Since your career began you’ve said your celebrity crush is Drew Starkey, can you tell us more about this?”
You felt your face get a little warm as you shifted in your seat, an anxious smile on your lips.
“I dunno, I guess I’ve just always found him attractive. He’s insanely talented and just seems like a very genuine soul.” You say sheepishly, avoiding looking at the camera.
“He’s also becoming more and more popular right now, with season four of ‘Outer Banks’ that came out in October and November along with his new movie ‘Queer’.” Jimmy adds on.
“Yeah, I’m a pretty big fan so I’ve been following along with it. I’m very proud of him, in like a supportive-fan way.” You say, making the audience laugh at the last part.
You were completely oblivious to Jimmy looking behind you, motioning with his hand underneath his desk.
“So it’s not just his looks?” Jimmy teases.
“I mean, he’s a very beautiful man. He looks good with any haircut especially that mullet he had last year — and oh my god, he just looked so good in season four of ‘Outer Banks.’ Plus he has these big biceps that just bulge out of any shirt.”
You hadn’t even realized you were gushing over your celebrity crush until you finally caught yourself, hearing the audience laughing.
“Oh, gosh. You are really into him, huh?” Jimmy teases.
“What would you do if he was standing right behind you?” The host asks.
If you weren’t so nervous from being on a national talkshow you probably would’ve understood his message.
But your brain caused you to miss it, being as oblivious as ever.
“Probably pass out.” You answered, hearing the audience giggle more. Jimmy had an amused grin on his face.
“Please don’t pass out.”
Your posture immediately straightened, body tense as you stood up from the seat.
Turning around, your heart dropped to your stomach when you saw Drew fucking Starkey standing there.
The audience’s laughter grew as well as Jimmy’s, clearly satisfied with the surprise.
Your hands went to cover your mouth, face feeling hot like you had a fever. You just gushed about this man practically to his face.
“Hi, Y/n. I’m Drew.”
You couldn’t respond, just in pure shock as you stare at the tall man.
Drew also looked a little sheepish, his cheeks pink as he grinned at you.
“Did you— did you hear everything?” You finally managed to choke out.
“Maybe.” Drew chuckled, scratching the side of his neck.
“How do you feel after hearing all that, Drew?” Jimmy chuckles.
“I’m honored,” Drew replies.
You hated the way he fucking said that and the way you understood that reference.
Drew held his hand out for you to shake, but your heart was beating too fast and your brain was turning into nervous mush that you just embarrassed yourself in front of your dream man.
“Are you going to shake his hand? Hug him?” Jimmy chuckled.
“I’m… scared.” You murmured, the audience swooning and giggling over your shyness.
“Can I hug you?” Drew asked.
Stunned, your head slowly nodded. His strong arms wrapped around your body, your forehead resting against his shoulder.
You couldn’t even hug him back properly, just too much in shock. He smelt like cologne and it made your knees weak.
“I love your new song, by the way.” Drew murmured softly in your ear.
“Yeah?” You whisper, feeling like an idiot for the way you were reacting in front of him.
Drew just nods and hums, soothingly caressing your back in an effort to calm you down.
“Ladies and gentlemen, give it up one last time for Y/n L/n and Drew Starkey!” Jimmy has to end the segment.
The audience cheers as Drew continues to embrace you.
He had known about you for the last few months, having a few of your songs in his playlists.
He was just constantly busy so he never really got the chance to reach out, but when Jimmy’s team contacted him about surprising you on the show, he was excited.
And nervous.
“Sorry about surprising you like that.” Jimmy comes over, causing you and Drew to finally pull away.
“You gave me trust issues for talkshows now.” You said jokingly, finally calming down a bit.
Drew and Jimmy both laughed softly.
The film crew told you and Drew that the commercial break would be ending soon so to step off stage.
You did your signature on the wall dedicated to Jimmy’s guests, feeling familiar blue eyes gazing at you.
After thanking each crew member and shaking hands or hugging, an assistant pointed you and Drew towards where a car will take you both back to your perspective hotels.
“You ready?” Drew asked you.
You nodded, feeling nervous due to the fact that you were about to be alone in the back of a car with your celebrity crush, other than the driver in the front.
Drew opened the door for you as you climbed in, hyperaware of how he slid in behind you onto the leather seat.
It was quiet for a few moments, you nervously fidgeting with the rings on your fingers.
“So… you like my new song?”
You finally manage to choke out.
Drew smiled softly, turning his head to look at you. He was still a little flustered at everything that happened, but also very amused.
“I do, yeah. Are you going to shoot a music video for it?” Drew asked.
You nod, making eye contact with him.
“Yeah, my idea is to tell a story about these two lovers who move to like a quieter part, I was thinking either the forest or a desert, that live in poorer conditions but are completely happy and content because they have each other. I want it to be full of love, so kissing, affection, a sex scene.”
You rambled on to him, your eyes falling to your hands as you played with your rings.
“Oh, wow. That sounds cool as fuck.” Drew murmured, also watching your hands fidget. He thought it was cute.
“I’ve had the idea in my head for a few years, actually. I started writing ‘Perfume’ in like… 2021? So, I just want everything to be perfect.”
You added on, looking back at him. He had his left leg crossed over his knee, his body language towards you.
“Well… if you need a male costar, I would love to do it.” He gave you a smile.
A small grin curled onto your lips, stomach hurting at realization of what he just implied.
“Yeah?”
He nodded, licking his lips.
“Mhm. I told you, I love the song. Plus, your idea sounds amazing, and if you want me to, I would love to be apart of it.”
You nodded, swallowing the lump in your throat when it finally hit you that Drew fucking Starkey wanted to be your on-screen lover.
“You’re not just fucking with me, right?”
You had to ask, blurting it out of your nervous mouth.
Drew just snorted, shaking his head in amusement. “No, I’m not.”
“Okay… I’ll have my manager reach out to your’s about details for when we start shooting. I appreciate it a lot.”
You were unaware the car finally came to a stop, parked outside your hotel, fans and security guards waiting for you.
“Yeah, I’ll definitely be there. Have a good night, Y/n.”
Drew smiled at you, your heart fluttering.
“You too, Drew.”
You got out of the car, letting the security guards guide you inside the hotel. You tried your best to take photos or sign autographs for your dedicated fans, something Drew admired as he watched from the back of the SUV.
By the time you finally got back into your hotel room and kicked off your boots, you started taking off your jewelry.
Flopping down onto the bed, you grabbed your phone.
It felt like your heart dropped to your stomach when one notification specifically caught your eye.
