guys okay this is lame but i just posted a cover of 'you're not a god' by arthur hill on tiktok id really appreciate it if u guys gave it a like and maybe tagged him EEK
posting a singing video is terrifying and yes i'm a loser for asking for likes but i am not above begging at this point 🙏🙏
summary : george wants to film a ‘who knows me best’ video with you and emily, but you both secretly prank him
a/n : had this idea in my mind for a while now, emily seems like the sweetest woman ever
content : established relationship ,, insults as a joke ,, short imagine today as the next post will be an INSIDE post
─────── EMILY WAS OVER at the apartment you shared with George, as you three were going to film a video for his channel. He wanted to do the ‘Who Knows Me Best Challenge’ between his girlfriend and his sister, and you both agreed.
You loved Emily and she loved you. She was so sweet and welcoming to you and never made you feel awkward or uncomfortable, if anything she did it to him by spilling his embarrassing childhood stories that made you cackle and him burn red.
Just before you started filming, you spoke to her quietly as George set the camera up, making a proposition, “Do you want to prank George?”
“Now? Or while we film?” Emily asked, immediately in on it.
“While we film. I’ve seen this thing where girls get their boyfriend’s sister to make little insults and say mean things to her to see if he says anything.”
She gaped at you, “Wait, but I don’t want to hurt your feelings.” She put a hand on your arm.
“No, no, no, don’t worry, I’m literally telling you it’s okay to do.” You laughed softly.
“Are you sure?” Emily double checked.
“Yeah, of course. I just want to see his reaction.”
“He’s gonna be so awkward about it.” She giggled.
George called out for you to come into the office, so you did. He had the camera set up and three chairs in front of it, his phone was on his lap with the questions written on his notes app.
You each sat on either side of him as he did his intro, introducing you two (even though the viewers most likely already knew who you were) and explaining the video idea.
“George these chairs are really uncomfortable.” You muttered, shuffling around to try and get comfortable.
“I think it’s just you.” Emily hummed.
“My chair’s okay.” George frowned, looking at you, “Do you want to swap?”
“Nah, it’s fine.” You shook it off.
“Reader, have you put on weight?” She asked.
“Emily!” George exclaimed, jaw dropped in shock.
“I’m just saying! She might be weighing the chair down.”
“That’s a horrible thing to say!” He chuckled awkwardly.
“It’s okay, she’s just asking, George. I don’t think I’ve put weight on.” You played along.
“Oh.” She hummed.
“Right, first question; who was my first kiss?” George asked, looking between you two to see who would answer first.
“Well it wasn’t me.” You said with a sarcastic, sad tone.
“Does he even kiss you now?” Emily chipped, looking at you directly. “It was in year eight, and the girl was … what was her name? Jessica something, I dunno.”
“Yeah. Yeah.” George nodded, rubbing his moustache, subtly glancing at you. “What do I want my first dance song to be at my future wedding?”
“You said you wanted it to be … Oh, shit I forgot! Oh makes me look like a really bad girlfriend, I do remember, I promise, it’s on the top of my tongue.” You flapped your hands about, trying to wrangle your memories together to remember the conversation you’d had with him.
“That is really bad. You are a bit of a bad girlfriend.” Emily pursed her lips and George’s smile dropped slightly.
“Em.” He said in a slightly scolding way, “Don’t say that.”
“I said ‘a bit’ not that she is a bad girlfriend!” She tried to defend herself.
“It’s fine, George, I remember. You said you wanted Arthur to perform at the wedding and you would choose whatever song when the time came.” You dismissed her comment, knowing it was all apart of the prank.
“Yeah, but I also said it’s up to you, too.” He hummed, patting your knee, “50/50.”
“Seems like 75/25.” Emily mumbled under her breath and you could tell George heard it but didn’t want to make it awkward.
The video continued, and Emily’s snarky comments only became more prominent and noticeable, and George was getting slightly annoyed, occasionally scolding her or keeping a hand on the back of your chair as a silent sign of comfort.
“Who do we think has won?” He asked, glancing between you two.
“Me, obviously. I’ve literally known you your whole life, there’s no way that … she, is knowing you more than I am.” Emily gestured to you, refusing to use your actual name.
“True, you have known me since the day I was born, but there’s things she knew about me that you didn’t.” George defended you, fingers circling your skin on your back. “Why did you say ‘she’ like that, though?”
“I know I’ve won, Geo.” Emily insisted, “She’s just not … y’know? She didn’t know stuff about what you wanted in your own wedding, that’s weird. Like, I remember everything Josh wants.”
His head whipped back and forth between you two, an awkward smile on his face, “Am I missing something?”
“In your relationship, yeah.” She shrugged, “Clearly you can do better.”
You toyed with the pandora charms spread evenly across your bracelet, playing the whole nervous, ‘I’m being insulted’ girlfriend role.
“Emily, that’s a horrible thing to say.” George frowned, “You were talking about how much you liked reader earlier and you’ve been insulting her throughout the whole thing.”
“Just voicing my own opinion.” Emily said simply.
“No, you’re being horrible.” He shook his head, looking over at you and putting his hand on your thigh, “Are you alright?”
“Yeah, it’s not like we planned it or anything.” You mumbled, and Emily let out a crack of a laugh.
“What?” His eyebrows furrowed, looking between you, “I’m so confused.”
“She was being mean on purpose. It was a prank!” You laughed, high-fiving her over his head and he blinked at you.
“Oh my God!” He coughed, running a hand through his hair as the tension relieved from his body, “I thought something had happened between you two!”
Emily stood up, coming over to you and hugging you, “I’m so sorry! I feel so bad!”
“You guys stressed me out so bad, never do that again!” George said sternly.
“I promise you don’t look like you’ve put on weight, and I don’t think you’re a bad girlfriend!” She promised.
Later on, while George was editing the video, he continuously checked with you over certain clips to see if you were okay with it staying in because he was concerned that your feelings were genuinely hurt.
George Clarkey posted a youtube video !
‘Who knows me best? Girlfriend vs Sister (They pranked me😐)’
comments:
↳ user1 THE DISCLAIMER AT THE BEGINNING ‘please don’t go harassing my sister online, reader consented to the prank, they did it against me’
↳ user2 it’s so funny knowing these two are the sweetest girls irl and one of them just bullies the other all to prank george. love them as a duo x
George Clarkey genuinely was panicking while filming, wouldn’t call it funny
↳ user3 george’s head constantly going between them because he’s concerned
↳ user4 someone check on george, the hair loss from stress is getting to him
↳ user5 ‘have you put on weight’ BRUTAL OMG
George Clarkey hope you’re not agreeing with Emily on this one, reader is perfectly healthy👍🏼
hellooo my lovelies, i'm babysitting tonight so when the kids have gone to sleep i'm planning on doing a bunch of writing, so send in some more rqs and i'll get through as many as i can tonight!! <3
Heyy girlie 💗😭 could you write a fic where arthur and his gf have been together for a few months. One day she's chilling in his flat w him and one thing leads to another and they get freaky. But when arthur starts to unbutton her jeans she hesitantly tells him she's done stuff but is a virgin and then he reassures her and she wants to do it s they do it hehe
thank u for the rq angel!
mdni, 18+ !!!
summary: reader tells arthur she's a virgin.
contains established relationship, fluff, and allusions to smut (not all the way there but it's heavily implied duh).
arthur frederick x fem! reader ⏦ﾟ♡︎
it was one of those nice, slow afternoons at arthur's place.
nothing to do, no editing or last minute voiceovers to complete, and arthur was done with filming for the next few days.
you were lounging in bed together, your lips pressed together in slow, intoxicating movements that were so innocent yet so hungry all at once.
arthur's hands were gripping gently at your waist, his smooth palms tracing their way up to your ribcage from underneath your—his—hoodie, and he couldn't fight the smile growing against your mouth.
"i've got to say, sweetheart, that jumper looks better on you than it ever did on me."
you giggle, a sweet and gentle sound muffled by his smile and swallowed by his mouth as you murmur in between kisses in a softly teasing manner. "you gonna let me keep it?"
"i'm never letting you take it off," he whispered, his lips kissing from your mouth to your cheek and down to your jawline.
he pressed gentle, open-mouthed kisses across your jaw and down to your neck, his teeth grazing over your pulse point as you let out a tiny gasp.
you'd made out with each other before, obviously, but this time felt—different. there was no rush, no awkward giggles, and there was an unfamiliar heat pooling in the pit of your stomach.
"arthur."
your hand came up into his hair, tangling into the strands as you held him close to your neck, your name on his lips like the softest praise he'd ever heard as your hips involuntarily pushed up into his.
he groaned softly against your skin, sucking a mark into the base of your neck that would definitely be more prominent in the morning.
"you're so pretty, you know that? you're so fucking pretty."
he spoke against your skin like you were an angel, your other hand that wasn't in his hair now running down his back, feeling across his toned shoulder blades.
"arthur—one second—"
this time, his name slipped out as more of a warning as you bit down on your bottom lip, trying to suppress a moan at his words.
he pulled away from your neck immediately, his soft gaze landing on your face as he spoke, gentler than ever. "yeah, lovely?"
the words were right at the tip of your tongue yet simultaneously stuck at the back of your throat. there was a hint of insecurity in your eyes, and your ever-so perfect boyfriend picked up on it immediately.
"you okay?" he asked softly, his hand coming up to brush a strand of hair away from your face. "you wanna stop? we don't have to do this right now."
you shook your head, giving yourself a minute to form the words before you spoke again. "it's not that. it's—i—" you cut yourself off again, slightly frustrated at your lack of ability to communicate what you so desperately needed to say.
"hey, take your time, angel. talk to me, what's up?"
you took a deep breath, your hand coming up to trace over his features with your fingertip, scared he might slip away. he was just too perfect.
"i've—i've never done this before."
arthur completely softens at your words. he nods, just a gentle dip of his head, barely there, as he tilts his head to confirm. "never?"
he's not making fun of you. he never would, he just wants to clarify, to confirm that what you said was what he understood.
"never," you say again, your voice softer this time, almost shy. "but i want this. i want you. i trust you."
he almost melts at your voice. you sound so soft, so angelic, so innocent, and he bites the inside of his lip as if he's thinking hard. as if you're a piece of delicate artwork that he's hesitant to taint. but he snaps out of it, nodding his head like the decision was easy.
"yeah?"
"yeah."
he kisses you again then, his lips soft and gentle and kind, and he tastes so much like him it makes you dizzy. he whispers against your lips, so quietly it was barely audible. "thank you for trusting me. this means a lot to me."
arthur wraps his arms behind your back, lifting you slightly and adjusting you to lay properly against the pillows, prioritising your comfort above anything else.
"that's it, sweetheart. you just lay back for me and let me take care of you, how's that sound?"
contains established (secret!) relationship, kind of a follow up to my last one but can also be read as a standalone fic. :) takes place during episode 4 when mandi leaves.
george clarke x fem!reader ⏦ﾟ♡︎
———
"it's tough in here," you spoke honestly to the camera in room 19. "tensions are high. mandi's gone. everybody's talking about everybody. people seem to be taking dylan as some sort of joke, which i think is unfair. it's just..."
you trailed off, shrugging your shoulders as your hands fidgeted with the fluffy pink cover of the sofa beneath you.
"it's just not my thing. making fun of people like that, i mean. i don't like it. so... yeah—it's not been the easiest day today."
———
you were tucked under george's arm in the living area, your shoulder pressed against his side as his arm rested on the back of the sofa behind you.
"i know, for many people, this decision can be a shock," patrice spoke through the uncomfortable silence, his words carrying a wise sort of air to them. "but it shows you, if you want to win, in this game, alliance won't work."
your breath hitched slightly. you'd been paranoid since you first started, having to pretend you and george were nothing more than just friends, and everything felt like a sly comment towards you both. even though, in reality, nobody had any idea, the paranoia was palpable.
george's hand dropped down onto your shoulder for a split second, giving it a gentle and comforting squeeze before returning to its place on the sofa.
you looked up at him, and couldn't help but stifle a chuckle as you noticed he was still wearing the bright pink party hat from earlier. you poked his side teasingly, and he became aware of himself, sliding it off his head. he held a cushion to his chest in his other arm, and gently hit you with it, trying to suppress his smirk.
"everyone talks with everyone," pk continued. "everyone has someone that they're closest to."
"as if we were dominating?" whitney asks, clearly referring to her strong friendship with mandi in there.
"not just you guys, but yeah," pk confirms, and sends a sly glance over to you and george.
your eyebrows pinched together at his look, and you tensed up slightly. usually, you weren't a confrontational person, but you were already on edge enough as it was, so it came as a surprise to everyone, george included, when you spoke up.
"what's that look for?" you asked strongly, albeit quietly, and kept your eyebrows furrowed at the man. "what are you suggesting?"
"nothing," pk responded, feigning innocence as he shrugged his shoulders.
you sat up, suddenly removing yourself from under george's arm. tensions were rising, and the game was proving harder than you thought.
pk continued before you could say anything else. "let's have a moment of silence for mandi."
"i'm not having a moment of silence, 'cause that's rude," whitney countered.
at that moment, the prize fund popped up on the screen, standing at at unimpressive £762,700.
george perked up beside you and sat up straighter, feeling the air getting thicker. he rested a hand on your knee as he leaned over to get a better view of the screen.
the number started dropping, and dropping, and... dropping.
£673,800.
you sighed heavily, slumping back against the sofa as arguments started to break out around you.
"we spent 90—that's £90k, no?"
"there's something wrong here, guys."
"we're leaving the challenges doing good, and then everyone immediately goes into the shop and spends," cinna speaks firmly, and you nod your head to agree with your friend.
"we can't keep doing this, guys. we can survive on rice and beans for a few days, it's really not that hard—"
"—let's have that minute silence," pk cuts you off, and you huff out an annoyed breath, shaking your head as you bring your knees up to your chest, your socked toes pressing into george's outer thigh.
"i'm not doing that, that's a piss take," whitney argues again. "mandi was a good vibe. we're not gonna act like mandi was dylan—"
the air changed in the room at that moment and george immediately spoke up, his eyebrows pinching together in frustration. "what the fuck does that mean? that's mean."
"it's not a mean thing to say—"
"it is! what do you mean 'we're not gonna act like mandi was a dylan'?"
you looked over at your boyfriend, sensing his growing frustration, and chewed on the inside of your cheek, trying to go about this in a subtle manner.
"let me clear this before you run that mean girl narrative."
"what do you mean 'run that mean girl narrative'? no, what do you mean by that?"
george was getting more and more annoyed by the second. you'd always loved his ability to speak out about something, especially something unfair, and here he was doing just that. subtly, you placed your hand on his bicep, giving it a gentle squeeze.
you tried to step in too, attempting to convey your opinions as well.
"listen, whitney, dylan hasn't—"
"you two are interesting, you know," pk's voice interrupts again, turning all the attention in the room onto you and george. "what's this alliance shit you've got going on here?"
you were taken aback by this, and nervously cleared your throat, forcing out a fake laugh. "what?"
"he's not wrong," mya adds from the beanbag opposite you, clutching the cuddly toy to her chest. "what's up with all this cuddling?"
"we've been friends for years," george counters immediately, ever quick-witted. "we're just comfortable with each other, that's all. she's like my sister—"
(you tried to suppress a grin. you'd rip the shit out of him for that one, later.)
"like your sister, huh?" jason pipes up from beside cinna, clearly suspicious, but nodding his head like he was willing to accept it.
milli grins, the banana costume she was still wearing not doing anything to allow her to be taken seriously. "why, jason? you jealous?"
the guys erupted into laughter and you felt george tense beside you. you couldn't help but grin slightly, poking his side with your foot, and he shot you a playfully unamused look.
at that moment, farah grabbed your hand, jokingly tugging you towards her. "well, unlucky for you, george, cause if you don't have her, i will."
...
later in bed that night, you whispered into the darkness, a sly grin on your face. "i'm like your sister?"
thanks for the rq lovely! <3 my first ukyt fic :,)
summary: george clarke & reader are both on sidemen inside, and she gets a little bit jealous during one of the challenges.
contains established relationship + secret couple (mentions of spiders, cursing, reader is slightly anxious and non-confrontational). creds to @saradika-graphics for the divider! <3
george clarke x fem!reader ⏦ﾟ♡︎
nobody knew about your relationship. nobody except for your closest friends, the sidemen included, but none of the other contestants, nor the viewers, had any idea.
the sidemen had made it their own personal challenge to you guys before you went in, testing to see if you could keep your secret amongst the tension. if you guys could successfully keep the secret, you'd earn an extra £50,000 for the prize fund, and if you couldn't, you'd lose the same amount.
it'd be tough, you knew that, but the two of you had agreed, eventually aiming to reveal your relationship to the internet soon enough anyway, so why not?
honestly, you didn't think you guys were the best secret keepers, but perhaps it hadn't even crossed the other guys' minds. no one questioned it when you two conveniently chose two beds next to each other, tucked away in the corner of the room, or when you slipped under his arm when passing the time in the living area of the house, cuddling up into his side on the sofa. you were just two best friends, for all they knew.
it was time for the first challenge of the week. you were spread around a table in a semi-circle, and simon flashed you a secret smile as you subtly slid in to sit next to george. tobi, ksi, and simon stood in the middle, and ksi's voice sliced through the tension.
"insiders, welcome to your first challenge, 'insider dating'."
everyone looked around in curiosity, and george met your eyes, his eyebrows slightly pinched.
simon explained the rules, and the challenge began.
cinna and pk went first, then jason and farah, and then it was your turn.
you were called up with whitney, feeling decently confident.
"alright, you are now free to open your menus." you did, and your heart dropped. spiders. "on the menu for you today is spider head."
whitney immediately freaked out, standing up and stepping away from the table with a repeated "no, no, no", and you sat there in shock, trying to mentally prepare yourself.
until they brought out the box of tarantulas.
the sidemen made her sit back down, and it was your turn first.
george watched from his seat, tensed up and chewing on his fingernail. he was stressed for you. he knew how much you hated spiders and tried his best to keep you calm, whilst simultaneously keeping your secret, as the spider was placed on your head.
"you can't see it, remember? you're good, you can't see it."
you screwed your eyes shut with a squeal and tried to focus on george's voice cutting through the others, every part of your body shaking.
"it's not that bad," whitney said, accidentally lengthening the amount of time you had to keep the spider on your head for. "it looks like a snowball—"
"ask the questions!" george's voice sliced through with a huff of forced laughter, almost desperately, as he came to defend you effortlessly. whitney screamed as a spider was placed down on the table, and george shouted again. "ask her the bloody questions!"
she somehow managed to force herself to chill, and finally asked the first question.
"what's your biggest red flag about yourself and why?"
your hand shook as you answered, your eyes still screwed shut as your voice came out rushed and desperate. "i'm anxious as fuck, i—ah!—i don't say anything if someone's upset me, cause i'm too much of a people pleaser—fuck! hurry, please, i swear!"
once your turn was over, you sat back down next to george and he subtly slipped his hand under the table, squeezing your knee gently. you let out a breath of relief, the adrenaline coursing through your body from just facing one of your biggest fears. he brought his other hand up to cover his mouth, trying to be as slick as possible, and gave you a quiet murmur of "good job, lovely. proud of you".
george was soon called up with mya, and you watched him intently, gaze burning into him as he received the electric shocks.
"if you had to snog, marry, and avoid three insiders, who would they be and why?"
you tensed, and clearly so did he. there wasn't really a way for him to answer this correctly, not with his girlfriend sat right there. but he had to. it was the game, and they had to keep the secret.
"um—" he hesitated and grimaced, another electric shock coursing through him, as he desperately tried to avoid it as best he could. "both genders?"
everyone broke into laughter, except for you, watching him intently and dreading his answer either way. he couldn't stall anymore, especially not with the electricity, and he reluctantly answered with a string of curses from the pain.
you plastered on a smile, clapping away with the other players. you tried to laugh it off, you really did, but it wasn't nice hearing your boyfriend say he'd snog another girl in the room.
you weren't a jealous person, you really weren't. but keeping this secret, in a house half-full of other girls, had proven more difficult than you originally thought.
george had noticed you'd been tense for the rest of the day, and when you made some sort of excuse to head into bedroom, saying you wanted to take your makeup off, he followed you.
you sat down on the edge of your bed and he sat down on his next to you, facing you, and your knees touched. he turned his head to the door, double checking they had a quick moment alone before speaking.
"y/n/n?" he mumbled softly as he took both your hands in his.
you hummed in response, the sound gentle in the peace of the room compared to the noise outside. you knew you were being unreasonable, it was all part of the game, and the two of you knew you'd be facing challenges in that house.
"i'm sorry."
you felt a surge of guilt course through you at his words. you didn't want to make him feel guilty, you never would. george was perfect, and he'd never do anything to upset you intentionally. he had to do it.
"don't say sorry," you say gently, intertwining your fingers with his. "s'just not nice to hear, y'know? i don't want anyone thinking..."
you didn't finish your sentence. you didn't have to. george knew what you meant. he always did.
"i know," he reassured, giving your hands a soft squeeze. "but i had to say someone else, you know? i want this money. for you. for us." and then a beat. "you know you're the only girl i want to snog, right?"
you couldn't help but chuckle softly at his words, and you nod your head as you whispered back, not wanting the others to hear from the other room. "i know. you can make it up to me when we're out of here, yeah?"
his lips tilted up in a slight smirk and he nodded his head slightly, his voice low in the peace of the room. "trust me, lovely. i'll prove it to you."
For a request, could it be TASM!Peter helping the reader get ready. Either by painting reader’s nails, blow drying their hair, or braiding their hair. <3
Thanks for the rq lovely, sorry it took me so long to get round to it!
tasm!peter parker x fem!reader 𐙚
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"You really don't have to do this, you know," you raised your eyebrows at your boyfriend, who was currently sat opposite you on your bed as he painted your nails. "They're not even going to be seen in the picture!"
"I know," Peter spoke back, rolling his eyes playfully. He never once took his eyes off your hands, his tongue poking out between his lips in the most adorable manner of concentration. "But I like doing these things for you. Plus, I picked out the colour myself, it's only fair."
You couldn't hold back your smile as you watched him at work, his hands so gentle as he held your fingers in place. "It is a really pretty colour. Gonna match your suit and everything."
"That's the idea, sweetheart," he looked up at you finally, flashing you his signature lopsided grin as he screwed the lid back on to the polish. "Now let's let these dry and then I'll do a second coat."
He'd done a great job. Your eyes trailed over the dark red polish, almost completely within the confines of your nails (apart from your left thumb, which sported a few red drops just under your cuticle, but it was still perfect because your Peter did it).
"When did you become an expert on all things beauty?" you teased.
"Well, when I've got a beautiful girlfriend, what do you expect? Open."
You rolled your eyes playfully at him and obliged, opening up for him to gently shove a forkful of noodles into your mouth, and getting a teasingly stern look when you tried to talk to him before you'd swallowed.
"Sorry, just saying thank you."
Peter leaned in to place a gentle kiss to your temple and let his lips rest there for a moment before dipping his head down to kiss away a bit of sauce from the corner of your lip. "Never have to thank me, sweetheart."
You flashed him a saccharine-sweet smile. "You're gonna be the most wonderful photographer the school's ever had."
i think emoji anons are the cutest things ever. if anyone wants to claim an emoji or anything pls do :,) i just looooove regular requesters and also when people just send their thoughts into my inbox! it's so cute.
anyways my inbox is open for requests / thoughts / anything you want to share <3
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