I know I’ve been at this for days but I wanted to make one last post to thank you for all the lovely comments, asks, and just overall reactions you’ve had to my fic “Mask on, fuck it, mask off”.
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she’s such a sleepyhead! so when connie does his early morning drops, he makes her a little pallet in his backseat so she can sleep peacefully.
“cmon mama, don’t wanna leave you here.” connie says, pressing kisses to your face. “noooo, leave me here con’..” you whine, tossing and turning away from connie’s kisses.
“nope. get up, i ain’t asking again.” connie says. you groan and sit up, rubbing your eyes. connie hands you the keys to his car so you can make yourself comfortable in the backseat while the car heats up.
you walk to the car with pillows and a cover in hand. you make yourself snug in the backseat while the car’s heaters kicked on. connie walked out the door a few minutes after you, getting into the drivers seat. he smiled at your sleeping figure. he ran around in the city making his drops, making sure not to wake you up.
plug! connie is head over heels in love with his sleepyhead girlfriend
okay i have a request !! maybe being on inside with george 👀 and a friends to lovers happens but also like drama??
Inside Trouble.
(A George Clarke x Reader fic set on Inside) notes at end of fic!!
You never expected reality TV to be this intense.
Sure, you knew Inside was about strategy, social manipulation, and surviving weeks locked in a house under 24/7 surveillance—but you didn’t realize just how personal it would get.
Especially with George Clarke in the mix.
You and George had been friends for a while before the show. Maybe even best friends. You always joked around, filmed videos together, and people constantly asked if there was something more between you. You always denied it.
But in here? With cameras watching, emotions running high, and George acting weird—it was getting a lot harder to pretend.
Day 8
"Y/N, admit it, you’d be lost in here without me," George teased, flopping down beside you on the couch.
You shot him a look. "Please. I’d be thriving without you weighing me down."
He gasped dramatically, hand on his chest. "That hurts. You love having me around."
You rolled your eyes, but your lips twitched. "Keep telling yourself that, Clarke."
Someone from across the room chuckled. "You two do realize the entire internet is shipping you, right?"
You froze.
George, on the other hand, smirked. "Yeah, well… they might be onto something."
Your stomach flipped.
But you laughed it off. Because that’s what you always did.
Day 13
Lately, George had been distant. Not in an obvious way—he still joked around, still sat next to you at dinner, still teased you in the group challenges—but something had changed.
And you weren’t the only one who noticed.
"He’s jealous," one of the contestants whispered to you one afternoon.
You blinked. "Of what?"
She smirked. "C’mon, Y/N. You’ve been spending more time with Matt. And George? He’s fuming."
You glanced across the room. George was talking to someone, but his eyes kept flicking over to you. And yeah, now that you were looking for it—he definitely wasn’t happy.
So, of course, you had to test the theory.
You laughed a little louder at Matt’s joke.
And that was when George stood up and left the room.
Day 14
You found him in the kitchen later that night, leaning against the counter, looking pissed off.
"Alright," you said, crossing your arms. "What’s your deal?"
George scoffed. "I don’t have a deal."
"You’ve been acting weird all day."
"I’m fine," he muttered, avoiding your gaze.
You stepped closer. "George—"
"Do you like him?"
You blinked. "What?"
His jaw clenched. "Matt. Do you like him?"
You stared at him, heart pounding. "Why do you care?"
George exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. "Because I—" He stopped, shaking his head.
"Because you what?" you pushed, stepping even closer now.
George’s eyes darkened, frustration flickering into something else. Something intense.
"Because I can’t stand watching you with someone else." His voice was low now, rough. "Because I’ve spent years pretending I don’t feel this way, and this stupid show has made it impossible to ignore. Because I—"
You didn’t let him finish.
You grabbed his shirt and kissed him.
It wasn’t careful. It wasn’t hesitant. It was weeks of tension, months of denial, and every single moment leading up to this one.
George groaned against your lips, hands gripping your waist, pulling you closer like he’d been waiting for this. Like he was desperate for it.
You melted into him, your fingers tangling in his hair, tilting your head to deepen the kiss. The kitchen, the cameras, the whole show? Gone.
When you finally pulled away, you were both breathless.
George swallowed, eyes flicking between your lips and your eyes.
"Well," he murmured, a slow grin spreading across his face. "Guess that settles that."
You laughed, still catching your breath. "Yeah. Guess it does."
And just like that—Inside had never felt more dangerous.
notes:
i would be lying if i said that requests without much infomation don't freak me out HELPP. i kind of just assumed you were talking about that one show 'inside'
