Warnings: none, insinuation of smut but mainly pg.
Also - I feel like I have 1000 different ideas that i just can’t put to paper.
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"Hello hello hello and welcome to the imposter game! The idea is that everyone is texted a prompt, but one person gets a different prompt to everyone else. The rest of us then have to guess who has the different prompt based on their answers." Josh explains the game.
I had been asked to sub in when they had a last minute cancellation from another guest, and I happened to be in the area anyway. The game was being hosted by Simon, and played by myself, Harry, Vikk, Tobi, Josh, JJ, Ethan, and George.
We were all sat on the large couch, myself sat in the corner of the couch with George to my left, and Harry to my right. The room was quite cold, so I sat with my legs tucked up underneath me, my phone resting in my lap for the prompts to come in.
"Okay everyone, whiteboards ready?" We all nodded and agreed, vibrations being felt as we all received a text message. I hid my phone close to my chest, reading the prompt. I swiftly jotted down my answer, waiting for our turns to reveal.
"Okay everyone, turn your boards around." We all did, glancing around at each other. Simon started on the closest end to him, having us all read off our answers.
"Okay it just has to be Josh!" JJ exclaimed. I leaned forward to see Josh's board that read "50". I widened my eyes, beginning to think JJ was right.
"There's no way..." Harry said agreeing with us.
"What do you mean! 50 isn't even that high." Josh defended.
"No that's almost like that's the point mate, it's not high." Vikk said.
"Okay, are we all voting for Josh?" Tobi asked. I hummed in agreement, seeing everyone around me nodding and saying words of agreement.
"Josh, cab you please reveal your prompt?" Simon asked.
"What is the oldest age of a person you would shag." I dropped my jaw at this, a laugh erupting in the room.
"Bloody 50 mate! Fucking hell!" George said furiously erasing his board.
We went a few more rounds, and so far I hadn't been chosen to be the person with a different prompt. This was making me anxious as I knew my time was coming.
Harry must have sensed my discomfort as he loosely tossed an arm around my shoulder, giving me a friendly side hug that I gladly returned "you're warm!" I whispered to him, still freezing from the boosted air conditioner due to the amount of studio lighting.
I felt George's eyes on my side, turning to face him and seeing his eyebrows furrowed as he looked at me.
"You good?" I asked, his face softened and he gave me a small smile.
"All good," he replied unconvincingly. I shrugged it off, paying attention to the game again.
"Alright next prompt should be hitting your texts now." I hid my phone again, widening my eyes at what was written in front of me.
I felt a blush creeping to my cheeks, a welcoming warmth considering the circumstances.
Once everyone was done writing, Simon had us turn our boards around.
"JJ, you first." Simon announced.
"5" he said.
"7" Tobi said, following suit.
"9" Ethan said.
"10" next was George.
"10" I said confidently.
"4" Harry said.
"6" Josh said.
"5" Vikk said.
We all had a chorus of 'ooooh's' as we looked around, trying to figure out who was the imposter.
"I feel like it's Harry." Tobi said eyeing the blond.
"No way! I'm being 100% honest." Harry raised his hands defensively making a weird face. I giggled at the reaction, turning to see George staring at his board.
I nudged his side "what do you think Georgie?" I asked him.
He shrugged, making little effort to guess. "Josh maybe." He said. This was not normal for George. Especially in a Sidemen video. He normally thrived in this environment and was the life of the video. I couldn't help but wonder if something was bothering him.
I looked forward to Simon who had a smug look on his face. Simon was one of the lads I was closer with in the group, so I was really hoping he could give me some sort of insight on what was up with George. I gave him a look and he just shrugged, going back to JJ to start the vote.
We all made our votes, harry ended up with the most votes. He threw his whiteboard behind him, fed up with the blame.
"We can reveal, you guys did guess wrong." We all groaned. "I can also reveal, the correct prompt was - rate the player to your right from 1-10." I snapped my head to George, catching the beginning of a blush creeping to his cheeks.
I looked at Simon, who had an all too knowing look on his face. "Would you like to reveal something or shall I?" He asked me.
I begrudgingly pulled my phone out, reading the text. "Rate the player to your left from 1-10." I read off.
This time, George's head quickly turned to me. An entirely different mood now apparent from him.
"Wait a minute you lot - George and Y/n both rated each other 10/10!" Ethan shouted, pointing between the two of us.
"Yeah thanks for the call out mate." George said scratching the back of his neck. There was a slightly awkward vibe between us after this accidental confession of attraction.
"Well, thank you all for watching, I hope you've enjoyed and we'll see you next time!" Simon finished the outro and the camera crew called the cut.
The majority of the boys got up, stretching and dispersing around the room to get snacks and drinks, and head to the bathroom before the next video was set to start filming.
I sighed, happy to have the camera off and no more eyes between the brunette to my left and I.
I flicked my gaze to him, and found he was already looking at me. We were both sat so casually, and my heart began to race as I thought about all of the possibilities of words that could come out of his mouth next.
"Is this why you've been so weird today?" I asked softly, and George laughed a little. He shook his head, running his hand through his curls.
"Partly I guess..." he trailed off for a moment. "I thought you were getting something going with Harry to be honest." I gasped, nearly choking on my own saliva.
"Harry?" I questioned with wide eyes. He nodded. I laughed and shifted my hand over to rest on his knee. "Georgie, I thought you knew I had a thing for you. How many times have we been on a night out with Chris and Arthur and I can't keep my hands off of you?" He blushed, fiddling with his thumbs.
"I guess so. I just didn't want to believe it I guess. Get my hopes up, y'know?" I smiled at him, rubbing his knee.
"I literally slept in your bed the last time we had a night out. I changed in front of you, even! I honestly thought that was my hint that you weren't interested like that." I said.
"I thought you were just drunk and not thinking!" George exclaimed. We both laughed at each other, reveling in the way we were both so oblivious. "Guess we're both just a bit thick huh." George said, placing his hand on top of mine.
"I mean, I'm not but I sure hope you are." I boldly flirted, he immediately smirked, rolling his eyes and laughing at my joke.
"You'll be satisfied darling, don't you worry." He replied softly as the boys filed back into the room to start filming the next video.
"So Clarkey, when's the wedding then?" Ethan teased once again. George just smiled at him and flipped him off, a laugh once again erupting in the room. George took his hand he used to flip him off coming around my shoulders and pulling me into his side.
Once we had finished filming George and I shared an uber back to our building. I lived in the same complex as them, just a few floors down.
I went with him to his flat, our plan for the evening to have dinner together like usual and then probably watch some YouTube videos together.
Tossing my back to his floor, I stretched my aching limbs. Being sat on a couch for as many hours as I had didn't do much good for my back. George noticed this and gestured for me to turn around, I did as he asked, knowing he was going to pop my back for me. I crossed my arms across my chest, his arms wrapping around me and pulling me upwards, a satisfying ripple of pops loosening the tension in my back. A soft groan left my lips at the satisfaction. George turned me back around, his arms still around my waist.
"Looking forward to hearing that under other circumstances." He joked, pressing a kiss to my forehead sweetly. George was always a loving friend, but with the barrier down from our earlier confession I felt this was not quite satisfying enough. I placed my hand softly on the side of his face, feeling his rough stubble beneath my hands. I stood up, pressing my lips to his. He froze momentarily, shocked by the action, before he grabbed my hips, pulling me into him and deepening the kiss.
"Maybe you'll hear that again sooner than you thought." I whispered as we pulled away. George smirked, sliding his hands down further, gripping my thighs and picking me up, a giggle escaping my lips as he led me to his soft bed.
Can I request a smut where Harry and y/n are having sex and someone walks in (One of Harry’s family members) right as you both hit your climax and out of a scared/defense reflex Harry pulls out super quick and starts cumming and can’t stop his orgasm so it goes everywhere and it is super embarrassing and nothing can hide what just happened.
This ask is from October 16 2021. Does anyone remember when this ask was massive and going around to everyone?
hahaha that meme is exactly what went through my head when i sent that! so glad you’re back on here more than just lurking. i missed having someone to gush with about the boys 💀 and george is such a cutie pie and part of me wishes i could gatekeep him and i’ve never been like that so idk what about him makes me so feral oops
maybe bc hes literally like my dream man looks and from what we see on camera/what his sister has said about him on the pod, personality wise. we also seem to have so much in common. ugh.
Wait not me seeing this soooo much later. You’re so real for that though I get the vibe he’s a very genuinely good person
In which George and Fem!Reader are both entirely unaware how the other feels about them.
Warnings: alcohol, fluff, insinuations of NSFW but nothing actually nsfw.
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"Becky how did I let you talk me into this?" I asked sitting across from her. She shrugged, laughing and agreeing that she had no idea how we ended up here. We were in Amsterdam with the group of boys who we almost always found ourselves with - typically getting drunk for content on the internet. We were doing a sequel to our previous London pub crawl that had everyone begging for more.
The summer heat beamed down on us as we sat in a beer garden at a large picnic table that our waitress had just placed eight pints down on. One for each of us. Myself, Becky, Chris, Arthur TV, Bach, Arthur Hill, George, and Harry.
We had decided to theme this pub golf around a set of challenges, a say it or shot it or who is most likely to for each pub, to enhance the fun, and the intoxication levels for everyone.
I sat between Arthur TV and George who were in a heated debate over something I had not entirely been paying attention to. My attention had solely been focused on the group of girls who had situated themselves at a booth across from ours. They were staring in our direction and you could hear faint whispers and giggles tossed in our direction.
I was used to this by now honestly, it wasn't exactly a secret to anyone that the lads were attractive, and the majority of them were single which gave more fuel to the fire of which is a fangirls desire.
We had chosen specific attire for this event, Becky and I having slightly more feminine versions of the pub golf shirts Chris had made, which happen to be the most cringe tshirts known to man. They all had a different bright color, and said "I'm here for an Amster-damn good time". Becky and I had on a cropped-tank top version of the shirt, and the boys had cutoffs or regular tshirts, depending on which style they had preferred.
Turning to my side, I saw George had now noticed the table of girls as well. His gaze lasted a few moments, redirecting to me when he noticed I had been staring. "What's up?" He took a drink from his glass.
"See anything you like?" I joked nudging his arm with mine. Noting how good his biceps looked in the cutoff he was wearing.
"Usually do when we're together." He smirked back quickly.
George and I had this strange relationship where we were constantly flirting with each other, but it had never gone further than that. We would play fight, tease each other, be far too handsy for just friends - yet we never fully crossed that line. Not to say I didn't want to, but I had this stubborn side of me that didn't want to be one of the many, many girls throwing themselves at him. I had seen the way those interactions turned out for people, and it usually didn't end well.
"You're such a tease George. Say it with your chest." I retorted.
"If you two love birds would stop eye fucking each other we could get this video started." Chris snapped, giving us a very sassy look. I smiled at him and flipped him off.
"Right, so!" Chris imitated Arthur as the intro began. The game started with a shot being given to who we thought fit the 'who is most likely to' question the best.
The who is most likely to in question was 'most likely to have three or more dates in a week?' A member of the camera crew read the question and we all immediately pointed to Chris, who's little hand stuck right out and pointed to me.
"Me?" I exclaimed. "You're actually insane if you think I'm going on three or more dates a week." Chris shook his head.
"I don't know, you did seem pretty cozy with that last guy you brought home." Becky added, her being my roommate she had seen her fair share of the few dates I have had in recent months.
"Gotta be honest with you, that wasn't a date Becky. That was a thirty minute max event.” I finished the remainder of my beer, earning a few wide eyed looks and Arthur TV giving me a "come on!"
We then got up from the first beer garden and made our way to the next location. I found George with a frustrated look on his face, which he quickly wiped away as the cameras began rolling again, capturing some of the banter happening throughout the groups.
Needless to say, by the time we made it to hole six, the majority of us were severely too drunk to be functioning.
"I'm seeing double of you." I said to Bach as I sat across from him.
"How do we look?" He asked flexing his muscles.
"Only slightly egotistical." This earned a laugh from the group.
"Okay enough enough. I've got a fun game this round." Harry had now had his turn to pick the game. "This is going to be a blind question. Everyone has a shot in front of them. We are going to start at this end of this table and each person except the person giving the shot will close their eyes. Once that person has placed their shot they will close their eyes and the next person will open, give their shot, and that continues until the last person has given their shot. You will be giving your shot to the person you find the most attractive." The group of us 'ooooh'ed' and 'ahhhh'd' at the idea.
It got to be my turn after the first two had placed their shots. I opened my eyes, very briefly scanning the table but needing no time to choose. I gently placed my shot in front of George, ensuring the glass didn't make noise as I placed it.
Only a few rounds later we were finished, and everyone now had a shot. These were double tequila shots - again Harry's choice. "Now to guess. If you correctly guess who gave you a shot, you only need to take half. If you guess incorrectly you take the whole thing."
This added a new element to the fun. None of us could really afford to be wrong considering how absolutely plastered we already were.
My turn to guess was now up, and I gazed around the table, tapping my finger to my lips in thought. I of course wanted to guess George. I honestly just selfishly wanted that to be the answer. To know that throughout this constant flirtation we had going that he found me attractive would be very telling to where this could go. I also was indecisive as I didn't want to be wrong, and then have my ego crushed.
Deciding the worst that happens is I get even more pissed, I finally made my decision. "I'm going to say George gave me this shot." I locked my eyes with his, looking for confirmation. He slowly nodded, and everyone cheered for me getting it right. I took half the shot, handing the other half to one of the crew members to have if they'd like.
Arthur Hill guessed that Chris had chosen him, and unfortunately he was wrong. Becky guessed that Harry said her, and she had been right. George was up next, seemingly very confident picking up his shot and taking half of it without a word. "What the hell! Cheating!" Chris shouted at him. George's eyes hadn't left mine.
"Not cheating. It was Y/n." I felt heat creeping to my cheeks this confident move from him. It was unfortunately insanely attractive to me.
"Was it?" Chris turned to me, the alcohol in his system causing him to borderline scream in my face.
"Yes Christopher, it was. You can sit down now." He began to pout and we laughed it off.
The end of the night was finally here, and we were all walking - stumbling - in a large group back to our hotels. We had finished the outro for the video at the last pub, with some of the boys jumping into a fountain. This had become somewhat of a tradition for our pub golf videos.
I was still incredibly energetic from the nights events. Even though it was nearing one the morning I felt like I had just woken up from a very restful nap.
"You alright darlin?" George asked wrapping an arm around my shoulder as we walked.
"Just fine handsome, how about you?" He smiled and shook his head slightly, laughing at the nickname.
"I'm far more drunk than I intended to be. But other than that I'm feeling pretty good." He said.
My memory flickered back to the beginning of the event and the liquid courage urged me to question his earlier expression after Becky had revealed to the group a one night stand I had. "George I have a serious question for you." I said. He slowed his pace, looking around and spotting a bench near us. He led me over to it and we sat down together, facing each other on the bench. I brought my leg up to rest on the seat, the other dangling over the side.
"What's your question?" I sensed some nervous energy behind his words.
"Earlier Becky outed me bringing a guy home. You made a face at the comment. Why?" His glance left mine for a moment, drifting to his hands where he was nervously picking at his nails. This was a different George to the confident flirty one I was used to.
"Dunno I guess, I mean..." he trailed off. I stared at him waiting for an answer. "I mean you and I flirt often, and I thought I had been making myself pretty clear that I was interested in you. So I guess just hearing that you had been with someone else just hurt me a little." I continued to stare at him. This time in disbelief.
"Are you telling me you're interested in me?" I normally wasn't this blunt in these kind of situations but the alcohol in my system was clouding my better judgement.
"I'm more than interested." He replied.
"George, why didn't you tell me? I've been watching you go on dates for months wishing it was me you were taking out." It was his turn to stare in disbelief. He took a few moments before speaking again.
"I thought you were just naturally the flirty type. Most girls are usually pretty straightforward with me." I let out a small laugh at this statement, scooting myself closer to George.
"You're more used to girls coming up to you and basically throwing themselves at you?" I teased.
He laughed, nodding slightly. "I guess I am."
I placed my hand on his thigh in front of me. "I can throw myself at you if you'd like." I said cheekily, giving his thigh a small rub. His hand found its way to the small of my back, his warm hand a stark contrast to the cool touch of my exposed back.
"Don't threaten me with a good time. Maybe we start with at least a kiss first?" I leaned in at these words, hand pressed to his chest as our lips met. It was a breathless taste of alcohol and desire. I pressed myself closer to him as the kiss deepened. I held my other hand still on his thigh, instinctively sliding it further up towards his crotch, pulling away almost immediately realizing we were in public.
"If we don't get back to the hotel I'm going to end up with an indecent exposure charge and in a foreign jail" George laughed at my joke, standing up and offering me his hand.
"Let's go then." I took his hand in mine and stood up, he pulled me into him as we began the walk back to the hotel.
“How did we end up both being so clueless?” I asked. He pulled me into his side, placing a soft kiss on my head.
“We’re stupid I guess.” I laughed in agreement as we entered the hotel to turn in for the night.
This is the longer version of the previous post, but it’s the smutty version. If you’ve already read the original wrestling you can start at the ———
Pairing: George X Fem!Reader
Warnings: fluff then smut
I laid sprawled out on George's bed, waiting patiently for him to finish editing the video he swore would be done hours ago. I mindlessly scrolled through social media, rotting the time away with mindless TikToks.
George and I had been friends for quite a few years now. It began when I was working as a set director with Arthur during one of his first tours. Him and I started to get on really well, and naturally that meant I would find myself invited to many of his events, to his flat, and more and more tours as the production manager now.
George had caught my attention fairly quickly. Him and I had such a similar sense of humor that our conversations flowed so naturally, almost as if we had been friends forever.
As I continued my scrolling, a particularly eye catching video edit of George began playing, the song playing making it seem a bit more steamy. To my surprise, a few clips of him and I in various vlogs began playing throughout them. Clips of George linking arms with me as we walked during a pub golf, one of him giving me a piggy back ride, and many of glances across tables at different bars. The caption read "if only they would realize how in love they are with each other". I screwed my eyebrows together slightly, rewatching the video a few times.
I guess the repeated audio had caught George's attention, as he took his headphones off and turned to me in his chair. "Whatcha watchin'?" He asked, startling me slightly. I instinctively locked my phone, setting it at my side on the bed.
"Just some TikTok's. Random stuff" I said - George, clearly not convinced stood up and came to grab my phone from me.
I grabbed it and put it under my back, trying my hardest to keep it away from him.
"You know how easily I'll be able to get that right?" He stood at the edge of his bed, smirking as he said this.
He then took my by surprise, jumping onto the bed - and me, wrestling to get the phone from me.
I scrambled, fumbling around to try and keep it away, holding it high and low as he desperately tried to snatch it. He grabbed my sides, effortlessly pulling me over him and onto the other side of the bed, pinning me down with one arm and grabbing my phone with the other. I tried to move but I was stuck under him, his body weight holding me in place as he laid over me.
He unlocked my phone, our passwords having been shared long before this instance. The video began playing, the all too familiar audio now sounding again through the room.
He had a small smile on his face as the video played through. He watched it a few times as well, finally stopping it and setting my phone back down. He released his grip slightly, moving so he was now laying beside me, our legs still tangled and his arm lazily moving to hold me closer by the shoulders.
Still out of breath I shifted my body to face him, both of us laying on our sides towards each other. George's cheeks were a shade of pink, and I assumed mine were similar.
It was a slightly uncomfortable silence. Neither of us really having the right words to say after that. Being the awkward person I am, I couldn't take the silence for very long.
I sighed, a nervous laugh escaping my lips. "If this were a cheesy rom-com, you probably would have kissed me after that wrestling match." He laughed as well, the tension breaking ever so slightly. I felt my body relax into him, the situation feeling now more comfortable than it had just a few moments ago.
"I still could, rom-com or not." He said. My eyes snapped to meet his, scanning for any sign of humor. There was none.
"Are you serious?" I asked, voice soft as his arm reached up to scratch the back of his neck, a movement I recognized as something he does when he's anxious.
"Yeah, if you are?" He said matching my tone.
I smiled, thinking back to the caption of the video I had just watched. It's not often that the fans are right in their speculations, but a broken clock is still right once a day.
I leaned forward, cupping his stubbled jaw with my hand, he matched my movement and his hand found my waist as we met in the middle, lips hesitantly touching for a few moments. The kiss was short and sweet, both of us smiling through the entire moment.
As I pulled away, the pink color of his cheeks had deepened.
"Why did it take us so long to do that?" I asked, scooting closer to him so I was pressed against him.
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He smiled, running his hand along my waist and hip.
"I don't know, but I'd like to keep doing it." He said, grip tightening on my hip.
We met again, this time the kiss was fervent. All boundaries down and out the window. I gripped the hair at the back of his neck, his hand cheekily moving to grab my bum as I tossed a leg over his waist and pressed myself into him.
A soft groan left his lips, only pushing me to further my actions. I slid my hand up his shirt, feeling his toned stomach and chest. He sat up, pulling his top over his head and tossing it to the side. I had seen George without a too many times, but now with these new found feelings I felt myself getting turned on by the sight.
He mirrored my actions, sliding my top up slightly, looking at me for permission. I nodded, helping him remove it, the pile of clothes now growing on the floor. His gaze met my lace bralette, widening at the sight.
"Do you always wear this?" He asked, toying with the detailing along the sides. It was one of my favorites mainly for comfort, but it truly left nothing to the imagination considering the sheer nature of it. I quickly discarded it, leaving my top fully exposed to him. He almost hesitantly ran his hand along the side of my torso, barely touching my breast.
"George, I promise you I want this just as much as you do. You can touch me." He nodded, a sudden confidence coming over him as he sat up to straddle me, leaning back in to kiss me.
I was growing impatient, my hands reaching out and tugging at the waistband of his shorts. I felt his growing bulge as I did this, suddenly feeling that warm tingling feeling inside, knowing I was about to cross a new line with my best friend. He assisted me and slid his shorts and boxers down, freeing his penis which I couldn't help but stare at as he discarded his shorts to the floor.
"Can I?" He asked, gesturing towards my bottoms as well. I nodded, mouth feeling slightly dry from the moment.
I now laid there, fully exposed to him. His eyes never left my body, drinking in the entire moment. He moved down on the bed, his hands trailing my waist down to my thighs, spreading them so he could have a better angle to see me at. His eyes lit up, pulling me closer as he gave me one final look before attaching himself to where I needed him most. My back arched immediately, the pleasure rushing through me within just a moment of George's work.
He took his time, exploring every part of me, savoring the moment. I could tell how much he was enjoying the pleasure he brought me as he gripped my thighs tighter as small moans escaped my lips.
I tangled my hands in his hair, that familiar feeling building in me. "Don't stop" I breathed, feeling the pleasure wash over me as I squirmed under his touch, the feeling stimulating me in the perfect way.
He then sat up, smirking at me lying there breathless, eyes barely open. He leaned into me, body pressed against mine as his lips attached to mine again. I ran my hands up his toned back as we kissed, feeling his prominent boner against my stomach. I reached between us, hand finding his length and he moaned at the first contact, hips pushing into my hand as I stroked him. I was surprised at the length and girth he had, excited to see how it would feel inside me.
I pushed the tip down to meet my entrance, whimpering as it glided over my already sensitive clit.
He took control, lining himself up with me and slightly pushing in, allowing me time to adjust. He was by far the biggest I had been with, the stretch alone feeling like enough to make me cum all over again.
When he finally bottomed out, he leaned into me, kissing me softly, the both of us taking a few moments to enjoy the connection. It felt natural, it felt right.
It felt so good. George started moving slightly, his hips creating a slow, rhythmic pace as he continued kissing me. This was more than just sex. This was what it felt like to actually make love to someone. I hadn't experienced this before, and clearly neither had George as he held me close.
"I'm yours" I whispered, kissing him once more. He quickened his pace, hands gripping my hips tight to steady himself.
As his movement started slowing, I could tell he was getting closer. Within a few more amazingly pleasurable strokes, he pulled out, using his hand for the final few pumps to bring him to his climax as well. I watched as his brows furrowed and his face contorted, his climax washing over him and in turn the result spilling onto my stomach and chest.
George's breath was heavy, he stepped off the bed, going to his en suite to grab a towel, cleaning the both of us off. He crawled back into bed, pulling me close to him. I kissed him again, pulling the duvet over us.
"Who would have thought all it took was a fan edit." I said, kissing his chest as I laid against it. He laughed, kissing the top of my head.
"Guess we have someone to thank then."
We heard a knock at the door, both of our eyes widening.
"Finally you two saw what we've all known for years!" Arthur shouted from the other side of the door. I felt my cheeks immediately heating up as him and Chris laughed from outside the room.
"We're never living that one down are we?" I asked.
Fluff! I do have a potential part 2 if anyone is interested! (While writing I took a smutty turn, but wanted to keep the original fluff) let me know if you’d like it!
Pairing: George X Fem! Reader
Warnings: fluff galore.
Best friends who don’t know they love each other - one of the best tropes imo.
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I laid sprawled out on George's bed, waiting patiently for him to finish editing the video he swore would be done hours ago. I mindlessly scrolled through social media, rotting the time away with mindless TikToks.
George and I had been friends for quite a few years now. It began when I was working as a set director with Arthur during one of his first tours. Him and I started to get on really well, and naturally that meant I would find myself invited to many of his events, to his flat, and more and more tours as the production manager now.
George had caught my attention fairly quickly. Him and I had such a similar sense of humor that our conversations flowed so naturally, almost as if we had been friends forever.
As I continued my scrolling, a particularly eye catching video edit of George began playing, the song playing making it seem a bit more steamy. To my surprise, a few clips of him and I in various vlogs began playing throughout them. Clips of George linking arms with me as we walked during a pub golf, one of him giving me a piggy back ride, and many of glances across tables at different bars. The caption read "if only they would realize how in love they are with each other". I screwed my eyebrows together slightly, rewatching the video a few times.
I guess the repeated audio had caught George's attention, as he took his headphones off and turned to me in his chair. "Whatcha watchin'?" He asked, startling me slightly. I instinctively locked my phone, setting it at my side on the bed.
"Just some TikTok's. Random stuff" I said - George, clearly not convinced stood up and came to grab my phone from me.
I grabbed it and put it under my back, trying my hardest to keep it away from him.
"You know how easily I'll be able to get that right?" He stood at the edge of his bed, smirking as he said this.
He then took my by surprise, jumping onto the bed - and me, wrestling to get the phone from me.
I scrambled, fumbling around to try and keep it away, holding it high and low as he desperately tried to snatch it. He grabbed my sides, effortlessly pulling me over him and onto the other side of the bed, pinning me down with one arm and grabbing my phone with the other. I tried to move but I was stuck under him, his body weight holding me in place as he laid over me.
He unlocked my phone, our passwords having been shared long before this instance. The video began playing, the all too familiar audio now sounding again through the room.
He had a small smile on his face as the video played through. He watched it a few times as well, finally stopping it and setting my phone back down. He released his grip slightly, moving so he was now laying beside me, our legs still tangled and his arm lazily moving to hold me closer by the shoulders.
Still out of breath I shifted my body to face him, both of us laying on our sides towards each other. George's cheeks were a shade of pink, and I assumed mine were similar.
It was a slightly uncomfortable silence. Neither of us really having the right words to say after that. Being the awkward person I am, I couldn't take the silence for very long.
I sighed, a nervous laugh escaping my lips. "If this were a cheesy rom-com, you probably would have kissed me after that wrestling match." He laughed as well, the tension breaking ever so slightly. I felt my body relax into him, the situation feeling now more comfortable than it had just a few moments ago.
"I still could, rom-com or not." He said. My eyes snapped to meet his, scanning for any sign of humor. There was none.
"Are you serious?" I asked, voice soft as his arm reached up to scratch the back of his neck, a movement I recognized as something he does when he's anxious.
"Yeah, if you are?" He said matching my tone.
I smiled, thinking back to the caption of the video I had just watched. It's not often that the fans are right in their speculations, but a broken clock is still right once a day.
I leaned forward, cupping his stubbled jaw with my hand, he matched my movement and his hand found my waist as we met in the middle, lips hesitantly touching for a few moments. The kiss was short and sweet, both of us smiling through the entire moment.
As I pulled away, the pink color of his cheeks had deepened.
"Why did it take us so long to do that?" I asked, scooting closer to him so I was pressed against him.
“Honestly, I wish I knew. I would have made sure it didn’t take as long” he replied. I smiled, leaning back in to kiss him again.
A/N - I fully intended this to be cute and fluffy. I got carried away. I hope you enjoy!
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Scrolling through my social medias, I was trying to find anything to occupy my afternoon.
Nearly every single friend I had reached out to trying to make plans seemed to already have something going on today.
I sat up in bed, deciding at a minimum I may as well just take a walk to get some energy out of my system. I dressed in some comfortable athletic joggers and a crewneck, putting my headphones in and heading out to the cool streets of London.
I walked for close to 20 minutes, eventually coming across a familiar building. A few of my good friends lived here, Chris, George, and Arthur. My mind began to wander and I was curious if any of them were free.
I pulled my phone from my pocket and text the three of them - "I'm outside of your building, anyone fancy a walk?".
I sat on a nearby bench, waiting for a response. A few moments later I heard a familiar voice approaching me. "Hello!" George called exiting the building. "Just me home, but I'm bored out of my mind and your offer seemed tempting." I stood up and gave him a small hug as a greeting.
"I appreciate you taking me up on the offer. I don't know if it's the weather or the fact that I'm so used to filming daily but I cannot stay in my flat a second longer." George agreed and we began our walk.
We talked about video ideas, videos we had been apart of, and everything in between.
"Hey, what if we go see a film?" George asked as we approached a theatre.
"Is anything good playing right now?" I asked. George stopped and grabbed his phone, searching this theatres current playing. I came closer, peering over his phone to see what our options were.
"Ooh I have been wanting to see this one." I pointed to one of the options.
"Settled. Let's go."
We bought our tickets, staring for an ungodly amount of time at the snack menu before deciding on popcorn, squashies, m&m's, and sodas.
Finding our theatre, we stopped at the sign outside the door that showed what seats were taken and the show time. The previews had already started and thus far the only seats taken were ours.
"I guess we're the only ones seeing a film at 5pm on a Wednesday" I joked.
"Clearly we're the only ones with taste." George added.
Sitting down, we watched through the previews, making fun of some of the weird movie concepts that people have come up with.
The lights dimmed, and the movie started. No one had joined us in the theatre.
"Maybe it will be more fun if we commentate through some of the movie." George suggested. I sat up straighter, agreeing and sitting with my legs criss crossed.
The movie was pretty entertaining on its own, but I found mine and George's commentary much more entertaining.
"I think this guy would be the kind of guy in the gym that solely goes to flex." I said, pointing to one of the characters.
"He does give major frat boy energy."
"And this girl is such a pick me I cannot stand her." I said.
"She's literally the main character isn't it supposed to be about her?" George added, laughing at my comment.
"I mean yes, but must she be so insufferable?" I sipped my drink, shifting in my seat beginning to get uncomfortable. George noticed and lifted the arm rest between us to give me more room to settle in.
Our talking had subsided as we became more engrossed in the plot of the movie. I stretched out, scooting closer to George for comfort.
"Do you care if I put my legs across yours?" I asked George, he shook his head and offered me a spot next to him.
I laid my legs across his, and his arm moved around my waist to hold me in place. It was comfortable. I could smell his cologne from this distance and realized how good it smelled.
My thoughts drifted, and I began to wonder what it would be like to be even closer to George. It wasn't exactly a secret that he was a very handsome man. We had always had a really good friendship, and I was suddenly overthinking situations we had previously that were on the flirtier side.
I turned my head to face George, his head resting on the chair and his eyes glued to the screen. A small smile spread across my face at the sight. He had such nice eyes.
"You good?" He asked softly, meeting my gaze.
"Yeah, just jealous of your pretty eyes." He then rolled them a little, squeezing me closer to him.
"Your eyes are very pretty, nothing to be jealous of love." I lightly tapped his leg.
"You're so self deprecating sometimes George. Accept my compliment." I said. He smiled at me.
"Thank you, Y/n." I smugly smiled back.
"You're welcome George."
After the movie had finished we stood up, stretching our tired limbs after sitting in the theatre for so long.
We stepped outside, and I briefly furrowed my eyebrows at the sky being dark.
"Are you confused by the concept of time?" George asked. I lightly pushed him teasingly.
"I just didn't realize how long we had been there. No need to be mean George."
"Not being mean, just teasing you." He put his arm around my shoulders as we began to walk back towards George's building.
"I suppose this is where I leave you." I said. This time it was George's turn to furrow his eyebrows.
"You don't think I'm letting you walk home alone do you?" He tilted his head to the side. I felt my cheeks heating up at the insinuation of him walking me home. It was a friendly gesture, but my mind was still on my previous thoughts from earlier and I was reading into the situation.
"You're sweet, you really don't have to. It's so far out of your way."
"I insist, cmon let's get you home."
We walked in a comfortable silence, the cars going past us being the only noise I could hear.
As we approached my building, I grabbed my keys from my pocket.
"Did you want to come in for a bit?" I offered. "I have drinks and snacks. Or I could make us dinner?" I offered.
"You don't have to make us dinner, I wouldn't say no to a beer though." George said.
I copied his mannerisms from earlier. "I insist on making us dinner." He smirked and followed me inside.
George sat at my kitchen island and I passed him a beer, he opened it and took a sip, sighing in content.
I peered through the fridge, settling on a stir fry for dinner. I chopped vegetables up and began frying them, the smell consuming my flat.
I finished our meal, getting a plate ready and turning to face George, finding him already standing behind me.
“Oh! This was for you.” I said passing him the plate. He smiled at the gesture, taking the plate from me.
“Thank you.”
I grabbed my plate, coming to sit next to him at the table.
We talked about the movie, and upcoming vacation plans. We were going on a big group skiing trip in a few weeks and that had consumed much of the conversation.
After we had finished our meals, George stood and grabbed my plate, taking it to the kitchen. I followed him and watched as he began to rinse the plates to put them in the dishwasher.
I leaned against the wall, enjoying the evening we had. I couldn’t help but feel like this should be normal for us. The nights together making dinner, catching a movie, talking, everything.
“Take a picture darling” George said without even looking at me. He must have felt me staring. I pulled my phone from my pocket and snapping a few photos. George caught me and rolled his eyes. He walked over to me, grabbing my phone to look at the photos.
“I do look good in these don’t I?” He said cockily swiping through the images.
“You really do.” I admitted.
Georges demeanor changed and he looked up to meet my gaze. We stood there for a moment, just staring at each other.
My confidence built as I noticed George’s eyes flit from my eyes to my lips and back. I reached my hand up to his jaw, standing to my tip toes and bringing my lips to his.
As if he knew what was happening, his hands found my waist as we stood in the dim light of the kitchen, totally engrossed in each other.
Pulling away, I leaned my head into his chest, catching my breath.
“Did I take your breath away?” George laughed.
I looked up to him, joining his laughter.
“Yes, you kinda did.” He leaned down and kissed me again, holding me close. I tangled my hands into his hair, deepening the kiss.
George’s hands roamed down to the back of my legs, picking me up and setting me on the counter.
“I have a confession.” He said, hands resting on my lower back as his eyes met mine.
“Whats that?” I asked, holding onto his shoulders.
“I realized I liked you when we went to Spain.” He admitted. My jaw dropped.
“George, that was almost a year ago!” I exclaimed. He nodded, laughing.
“I know, but you know how I am with admitting my feelings.” He said. I began to think back to that trip. The whole group of us in a villa.
“Wait a minute, wasn’t that the trip Chris found you wanking in the shower after we all went swimming?” I asked, bringing up the awkward moment that became the entire talk of the trip.
His cheeks heated up, and he turned away trying to hide it. “Yes…” he trailed off “It was that black bikini, if you were curious.”
I pulled him closer, wrapping my legs around his waist.
“How about you try the real thing?” I proposed. His eyes met mine once again, this time filled with lust.
“Don’t mind if I do.” I let out a giggle as he grabbed my thighs and began walking to my bedroom.
He tossed me onto my plush bed, taking his shirt off immediately. I sat up on my elbows, taking in the sight of his toned body. I could already see the impression of his erection in his sweatpants, proud of the effect I already had on him from words alone.
He pulled his sweatpants down, crawling onto the bed on top of me, kissing me once again, his hands sliding my shirt up and breaking the kiss to remove it from my body. His eyes met my bra, a small bralette made purely of lace, leaving nothing to the imagination.
He kissed down my neck, through the valley of my breasts and down to the waistband of my joggers. He looked to me for confirmation and I lifted myself so he could remove them. He slid my pants and underwear down simultaneously, revealing myself to him.
He slid my legs apart, settling himself between them and beginning to work his tongue through my folds, eliciting a soft moan from my lips. He looked up at the sound, clearly proud of himself.
He continued to lick and suck, making my legs squirm from the pleasure he was creating.
“George, please. I need you.” I said breathlessly.
He nodded, standing and removing his boxers. I couldn’t help but stare at how unbelievably good he looked in the moonlight streaming through the window. His body ready for our nights adventure.
He lined himself up with me, lacing his fingers with mine and sliding in. I arched my back to meet his body, the two of us releasing a moan at the new contact.
He slowly thrust in and out, almost as if he was trying to savor the feeling of us together.
This was the first time I had felt actual connection with sex, not just pleasure. There was something more with George that I couldn’t explain.
He kissed me softly as he continued his thrusts.
“I want to be a gentleman but it’s so difficult.” George said kissing me softly.
“George. You have my permission to have your way with me.” I said to him. He nodded, instantly pulling out and flipping me over, hands gripping my waist tightly as he then pushed me into the bed, effectively putting me into the speed bump position, starting his thrusts once again, this time the strokes were different and I couldn’t help but moan his name as he hit every amazing spot I didn’t even know I needed hit.
Within minutes I felt myself tensing, my release imminent. George must have been close as well, as his thrusts had become more irregular.
I let out a string of profanities, my release washing over me as the heat radiated through my body.
George pulled out, pumping himself with his hand to finish. I laid on my back, facing him to see his gorgeous face contorting as the pleasure took over and he finished onto my stomach. I sighed in content, and George’s breathing began to even out. He walked to my en-suite, grabbing a towel to clean us up.
After we cleaned up, we both redressed partially and laid in bed together. I wrapped myself over George, snuggling into him.
“I wish you would have told me sooner.” I said. He laughed, my head moving from the movement of his chest.
Omg hi fluff idea!!!! George fluff where you are one of Chris’s video crew and George has a crush on you, you go on the 3 peaks challenge video with them to help film and get injured (like twist your ankle or something) and George freaks out and confesses to you!!
Thank you for the request! I have some serious writers block right now so bear with as the time between posts may be a little longer. I appreciate you!
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"I don't know how I got roped into this one" I adjusted the microphone I was securing to Chris' t-shirt. He chuckled, patting my shoulder as I finished.
"Well, there aren't many of you fit enough to actually climb three mountains so it was quite the easy choice." Chris said. I sighed, shaking my head. Mentally slapping myself for telling Chris casually that I enjoyed a good hike.
Chris had the thought for a video that honestly, I couldn't even make fun of. It was a really well thought out idea. A group of his friends and crew tackling the three peaks challenge. Which is essentially just climbing three mountains in 24 hours. Seems damn near impossible, especially considering the group he had.
I had been part of Chris' camera crew for almost a year now, and I felt like I had really found a good group of friends in this job. Outside of filming I had been hanging out with Chris and his core group frequently. Many nights spent out at different pubs, or simply hanging out at their flat.
"Let's get going shall we?" Chris began to lead the group. I stuck towards the middle, filming the boys who had taken the lead.
Reev, Chris, and George led the pack as we began the ascent to the top of our first mountain.
"I can already tell this is going to be fucking awful." I heard from behind me. I turned my head to see Arthur Hill beginning the days complaints.
"George you owe me a tenner!" Television shouted from beside him.
"What?" I asked in confusion.
"I placed a bet that Hill would be the first to complain." Television explained. I threw my head back laughing, panning the camera to catch Hills reaction. He deadpanned and just stared at the camera.
"Don't worry Arthur, I'm not looking forward to this either."
Each boy had been given their own special challenge for the video, and I was really enjoying watching Reev attempt to put rocks in the boys shoes.
"What's your challenge?" I asked Chris as I caught up to him.
"I need to get someone to believe a fake fact about each mountain." He whispered to the camera.
"That feels alarmingly easy considering the group we're with." I said. He agreed and told me he was already scheming up his first lie to tell Arthur.
We had been climbing for close to two hours by this point, and we were nearing the peak.
"Enjoying yourself love?" George asked me as he took a seat on the rock next to me.
"It's not nearly as bad as I expected it to be, I'll be honest." I snacked on the apple slices I packed, offering one out to George.
We sat in a comfortable silence, watching the others as they bantered back and forth with each other.
I sat and admired George as he laughed, not being able to help myself from laughing along. He had an infectious laugh. Chris caught me staring at George and raised an eyebrow at me. He was the only one of the group who knew I had somewhat of a crush on George. I had unfortunately admitted it to him accidentally after one drink too many during a pub crawl.
We had all gotten up again to keep our pace going up the mountain. The terrain upwards wasn't too bad. The most annoying part by far was having to continue to film while simultaneously making sure I didn't fall down.
"I never thought this would end!" Arthur Hill screamed as we reached the peak.
"I'm sure you're used to hearing that in bed." Harry joked with him patting him on the back.
We all shared a laugh and took in the nice view. It wasn't long before we realized that 'huh, guess we just go down now' and begin to descend the mountain.
I trailed behind Chris and ArthurTV, catching some of their conversation as Chris tried to convince Arthur that some celebrity had been the first person to complete this challenge. I had to actively hold in a giggle as I knew Chris was having him on with his challenge.
During my distracted state, I felt myself slide to the side as my foot hit a loose rock that sent me falling down. Instinctively deciding to protect my camera, I took the full brunt of the fall to my hip and legs.
"Shit, are you alright?" George asked jogging to catch up to me.
Catching my breath after scaring myself with the fall, I nodded towards him. I turned my camera off and stuck it in its carrying bag beside me, examining my ankle.
It was fairly scraped up, and was slightly throbbing. Nothing that felt it would be too crazy but painful nonetheless.
A few of the others called out to see if I was okay. I gave them a thumbs up.
"I'll stay with her and help her down, you guys can go ahead we'll just be a few minutes." George called back to them.
"Does it hurt?" He asked me, grazing his fingertips over my ankle to assess.
"Not a ton, I think I was more shocked by the fall than anything. I'll be fine George, thank you for staying behind with me." I smiled at him, noting his features contorted with uncertainty at my words.
He stood up, holding his hands out for me to help me up. I happily grabbed them and put pressure on my ankle, feeling a tinge of pain but it was bearable.
I stood upright, George still holding onto my hands to make sure I was steady. He never took his eyes off of mine, scanning my face for any sign of pain.
"I'm good George, I promise." He smiled at me, squeezing my hands.
"I think it's time to reveal my challenge to you." His words took me by surprise as I had no idea where this topic had come from.
He let go of my hands, fishing around in his pocket and pulling out a cue card similar to the other boys. He unfolded it and turned it towards me.
In small, easily recognizable handwriting I read off 'tell Y/n you have feelings for her you dumb twat'. Chris. Of course Chris would write that.
I looked back up to him, his face flushed from either embarrassment or anxiety, I couldn't tell.
"I assume what's written there is true?" I asked George, looking to him for confirmation. He nodded, sliding the paper back into his pocket.
We both stood there a little awkwardly for a moment, neither of us being particularly good at the whole admitting feelings thing.
"Your feelings are mutual." I said, cutting the silence. His eyes widened at me, a smile breaking on his features.
He put an arm around my shoulder, pulling me closer for a hug.
"How about we talk more about this over dinner once we’re done with the next two mountains?” He propositioned.
I groaned, “I forgot we still have two fucking mountains to go.” He laughed as I pouted.
He slid his hand up to my cheek, bringing his face closer to mine and connecting our lips in a short, sweet kiss.
“This should give you something to look forward to” he said as he pulled away. It was my turn for my cheeks to turn pink. Despite how tired and sweaty we already were, he still looked absolutely perfect.
“I suppose I can make it through as long as you promise not to let me fall again.” He laughed.
“I’ll do my best.”
We walked downwards, eventually catching up with the others who had stopped for a water break.
“Finally you two made it! Began to think you two were shacking up up there!” ArthurTV exclaimed.
I rolled my eyes at him, laughing.
“Not quite shacking up, but my challenge is complete.” George bragged, Chris’ head shot towards us at these words.
“No way.” He said, looking to me for confirmation.
“Yes way” I replied, George put his arm over my shoulder once again and we watched as the mental cogs turned in the other boys heads.
“Oh my god he finally got the balls to tell her!” Arthur Hill screamed, jumping around like a fangirl.
I looked to George who just shook his head in embarrassment. “Did everyone know except me?” I asked only loud enough for him to hear.
“Yeah, pretty much.”
I knew then that the next two mountains would likely be sex jokes and embarrassing stories, and I was weirdly looking forward to it.
Anyone make video edits? I think an edit to the song bored by Talia mar would go really hard starting with Harry for the “oooo can’t believe I have to tell you - boy you best believe I’m” and then it cuts to George at the drop on “bored, better step it up I’m bored.” Etc etc. long shot but I’m praying for it
I say “that’s cwazy cupcakes” all the time right. I just heard George say it in an old platform roulette and got so confused because I thought I made that up. Turns out it’s from Brooklyn 99 and I just deadass forgot.
Yet, lying in George Clarkey’s bed, tucked under his sheets, skin still warm from his touch, you feel the weight of his arm draped over your waist. You know this is a disaster waiting to happen. But at this point, it’s almost tradition.
A night out turns into tipsy flirting. Flirting turns into one of you cracking first and texting where u at? And before you can talk yourself out of it, you’re tangled up in him, his hands gripping your waist, his mouth pressing hot, lazy kisses against your neck, and the world shrinking to just you and him. The way his mouth moved against your skin, the way his hands gripped your body—it always felt like an electric current between you.
This had been going on for months now—longer than you ever expected. What started as a drunken mistake had turned into a routine. Nights out ended with you texting him, or him texting you, or one of you finding an excuse to be at the same place at the same time, until you ended up here. Sweaty, satisfied, and entirely too comfortable in his bed.
It was just sex. Really good sex. That’s all.
But it couldn't be more complicated.
For one, George Clarkey was one of your brother's closest mates.
And Max had made it painfully clear that dating YouTubers was off the table.
"They’re all walking red flags, babe," Max had said once, waving his hands for emphasis. "All of them. You’d just become another London Content Creator’s Girlfriend, and I won’t be having that."
Not that you and George were dating.
You were just… shagging George Clarke in secret.
And maybe that was worse.
But that was the key difference—the thing that made this somewhat okay.
You weren’t a couple. You weren’t sneaking around because of some grand forbidden romance.
You were just fucking.
And it was casual.
Totally.
Absolutely.
…Okay, maybe there were some complications.
Like the fact that George could be an oblivious idiot at times and that you were slowly falling for him.
As you turn your head on the pillow, watching George lazily stretch in front of you, his hair a messy tangle on the pillows, you can't help but admire how good he looks even after just waking up. He catches you staring and a smirk tugs at his lips.
"You're thinking too much," he says in a rough, sleep-filled voice, and when you glance over again he’s watching you through lidded eyes, his dark hair sticking up in every direction.
You scoff, turning onto your side. “I’m thinking about how screwed we’ll be if Max ever finds out about this.”
George smirks, his grin only grows wider as he pulls you closer until you’re pressed against his chest, his warm skin against yours sending shivers down your spine. “Then we just don’t let him find out.”
You let out a resigned sigh. "Easy for you to say. You don't have to live with him."
George chuckles, pressing a lazy kiss to your shoulder, and fuck—that should not feel as nice as it does.
“Relax,” he murmurs against your skin. “We’re being careful.”
You want to believe him, but a nagging doubt persists. "Are we though? Being careful?"
George's fingers trace lazy patterns on your skin, sending shivers down your spine. "Course we are. Max hasn't got a clue, has he?"
You bite your lip, remembering all the close calls. The time Max almost walked in on you two in the kitchen. The suspicious glances when you laughed too hard at George's jokes. The way your cheeks flushed whenever he was mentioned.
"I don't know," you mumble. "Sometimes I think he suspects something."
George's hand stills on your waist. "You worried?"
You turn to face him, studying the lines of his face in the dim light. His blue eyes are soft, filled with concern. You hate how much you like looking at him.
"Maybe a little," you admit. "It's just... Max has always been so protective. And he's made it clear how he feels about his friends dating his sister."
George's lips quirk into a half-smile. "Good thing we're not dating then, eh?"
You roll your eyes, but can't help smiling back. "Right. Just fucking."
"Exactly," George says, pulling you closer. "Nothing to worry about."
But as he kisses you, slow and deep, you can't shake the feeling that this is far more complicated than either of you want to admit.
Weeks pass, and your "arrangement" with George continues. The sneaking around gets easier, the guilt less noticeable. At least, that’s what you tell yourself.
But then there are nights when you catch yourself staring at him too long. When your fingers linger in his hair, when you laugh too hard at his jokes, when his hands slip under your hoodie, and you realize—this doesn’t feel casual anymore.
You don’t just look forward to those stolen moments—you need them. You tell yourself it’s about the thrill, the secrecy, the rush of slipping out of Max’s flat unnoticed. But the truth is, you like waking up in his sheets. You like the way he pulls you back into bed, groaning that it’s too early. You like how he makes you tea in the morning, knowing exactly how you take it, without needing to ask.
And suddenly, the thought of this ending makes your stomach twist.
You should say something. You should ask him if he feels it too.
But you don’t.
Because once you say it out loud, you can’t brush it off anymore.
If you admit it, you can’t take it back.
And you’re not sure if you’re ready for that.
One night, after a particularly wild party at some private club celebrating another one of the Sidemen’s achievements, you end up with a group of friends back at George‘s. The bass from the music downstairs thrums through the walls as George presses you against the door, his lips hot on your neck.
"We shouldn't," you gasp, even as your fingers tangle in his hair. "Someone could come up..."
George grins against your skin. "That's half the fun, innit?"
You're about to retort when the door handle rattles. Your heart leaps into your throat as you hear a familiar voice on the other side.
"George! You in there?"
It's Max.
You freeze, panic flooding your system. George's eyes widen, but he quickly springs into action. He shoves you towards his closet, motioning for you to hide. You slip inside just as George opens the door.
"Yeah, mate. What's up?" George's voice is impressively casual.
"Have you seen my sister? Can't find her anywhere."
You hold your breath, praying Max doesn't decide to search the room.
"Nah, sorry. Maybe she went home early."
There's a pause, and you can picture Max's suspicious frown. Your heart pounds as you listen to the conversation through the closet door. You can practically feel Max's suspicion radiating through the wood.
"Right," Max says slowly. "Well, if you do see her, tell her I'm looking for her."
"Course, mate," George replies smoothly. "I'll let her know if I spot her."
You hear the door close and let out a shaky breath. A moment later, the closet door opens and George's face appears, a mix of amusement and concern in his eyes.
"Coast is clear," he whispers, helping you out.
You stumble slightly, the adrenaline making you unsteady. George's hands catch your waist, steadying you. The touch sends a familiar spark through your body, but the fear of almost being caught overshadows it.
"That was too close," you mutter, running a hand through your hair.
George nods, his expression sobering. "Maybe we should call it a night. I'll sneak you out the back."
You agree, and with George's help, manage to slip out of the house unnoticed. As you make your way home, you can't shake the feeling that your luck is running out.
The next few weeks are tense. You find yourself jumping at every sound, convinced that Max is about to burst in and catch you in the act. George notices your unease and suggests taking a break, but the thought of not seeing him makes your chest ache in a way you're not ready to confront.
As autumn creeps in, painting London in shades of gold and crimson, you find yourself spending more time at George's flat. The cozy nights in, wrapped in blankets and each other's arms, start to feel dangerously domestic. You catch yourself imagining a future where you don't have to hide, where you can walk hand-in-hand with George down the street without fear of being spotted.
One chilly evening, as you're curled up on George's sofa watching a movie, the weight of the secret becomes too much.
"George," you say, your voice barely above a whisper. "I think we need to tell Max soon."
He turns to you, surprise etched on his features. "You sure? I thought we agreed to keep this under wraps."
You nod, twisting your fingers nervously. "I know, but... I'm tired of sneaking around. And honestly, I'm starting to think that this might be more than just casual."
George's expression softens, and he pulls you closer. "Yeah," he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your temple. "I've been thinking the same thing."
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It wasn’t meant to happen like this.
but apparently, George is an idiot.
The tension in the air was palpable as you walked into your shared flat to find Max holding George's hoodie like a piece of evidence at a crime scene. His eyes narrowed as he asked, "Why is this in our flat?" Your heart raced as you tried to play off the situation nonchalantly. "Maybe George left it here," you suggested with a shrug.
Max's gaze flicked between you and the hoodie. "In your room?"
Your throat tightened as you replied, "Maybe."
Max's mind worked like a detective on a true crime documentary at that moment, piecing together the puzzle before him. And then, his expression changed from confusion to horror, his jaw-dropping.
"You're shagging George," he exclaimed.
You winced and tried to downplay the situation. "Max—"
"YOU'RE SHAGGING GEORGE," he repeated, his voice growing louder.
Frustration and embarrassment washed over you as you dropped your head into your hands. "For fuck's sake, can you not say it like that?"
But Max was already caught up in the drama of it all, looking around wildly like he was in an episode of punked. "How long has this been going on? When did this start? Why am I just finding out now?!"
You shifted uncomfortably. "Uh...a while?"
"A while?!" Max's disbelief was evident.
"...A few months?" You offered weakly.
"MONTHS?!" Max couldn't believe what he was hearing.
"It's not a big deal!" you insisted.
"Not a big deal?! You’re shagging my mate!" Max's frustration reached its boiling point.
You flinched and pleaded with him to lower his voice, but he continued to express his disbelief that this was happening behind his back. In a desperate attempt to calm him down and protect your relationship with George, you blurted out, "It's nothing serious! We're just...having fun. Casual."
Max blinked in surprise. "Casual? With George?"
You nodded, trying to defend yourself. "Yes?"
"With George?"
"Yes, Max!" you exclaimed in frustration.
Max's expression shifted as he absorbed the information and then whipped out his phone.
"What are you doing?" you asked nervously.
"Texting George," he replied, his thumbs flying across the screen. "He has five seconds to explain himself before I track him down and make him piss himself."
Before you could stop him, George walked into the flat at that exact moment.
Perfect timing, you thought sarcastically.
George froze upon seeing the tension between you and Max. His eyes flicked from you to his hoodie in Max's hands, and it was clear he knew exactly what was going on, it doesn't take a genius to figure that out.
"...Shit," he muttered under his breath.
"So it's true!" Max shouted. "You absolute little—"
But before he could finish his sentence, George raised his hands like a hostage negotiator. "Alright, before you get mad—"
"I'M NOT MAD!" Max yelled, which only confirmed how mad he actually was. "I'M JUST CURIOUS AS TO WHY YOU THOUGHT THIS WAS A GOOD IDEA?"
Max paced back and forth, running his hands through his hair in frustration. "I can't believe this. My best mate and my sister. It's like a bloody soap opera!"
You and George exchanged nervous glances as Max continued his tirade.
"How long has this been actually going on? And don't lie to me!" Max demanded, his eyes narrowing as he looked between the two of you.
George cleared his throat. "About... six months?"
"Six months?!" Max's voice rose an octave. "You've been sneaking around behind my back for half a year?!"
You winced. "We didn't mean for it to go on this long. It just... happened."
Max let out a humorless laugh. "Oh, it just happened, did it? What, you tripped and fell onto his dick?"
"Max!" you exclaimed, scandalized.
George stepped forward, his hands raised placatingly. "Look, mate, I know this isn't ideal—"
"Ideal?!" Max interrupted. "This is the opposite of ideal! This is a bloody nightmare!"
He turned to you, his expression a mix of hurt and betrayal. "And you. I warned you about getting involved with YouTubers. I told you they were all walking red flags!"
You felt a surge of defiance. "George isn't like that. He's different."
Max scoffed. "That's what they all say. And then next thing you know, you're just left high and dry”
"It's not like that," George interjected, his voice firm. "This isn't just some fling."
Max's eyes widened as he looked between you and George. "What are you saying?"
You took a deep breath, reaching for George's hand. "We didn't mean for this to happen, Max. But... it's more than just casual now."
George squeezed your hand, a small smile on his face. "We care about each other. A lot."
Max stares at you both, jaw clenched so tight you think he might actually crack a tooth. His fingers twitch at his sides, like he’s debating whether to pace, punch something, or just scream into the void.
Finally, he exhales a sharp breath and rakes a hand through his hair, pacing a tight circle before stopping in front of George. His glare could burn a hole straight through him.
"You," he says, voice tight. "You, out of all people."
George swallows, standing his ground. "Look, mate—"
"Don’t 'mate' me," Max cuts him off, shaking his head. He lets out a humorless laugh, but there's no amusement in his eyes. "This is actually happening. You—" he jabs a finger at George's chest, then turns to you, scandalized. "And you?!"
You don’t answer. What could you possibly say? Sorry I broke your one rule? Sorry I fell into bed with your best mate and accidentally started catching feelings?
Max lets out another deep, exhausted sigh, dragging a hand down his face. "I can’t believe I’m saying this, but—" He levels George with a look so sharp it could cut glass. "You actually give a shit about her?"
George doesn't hesitate. "Of course I do."
Max narrows his eyes, searching George’s face like he’s waiting for him to blink, to crack, to say something stupid that will give him an excuse to deck him. But George holds his gaze, unwavering.
After a long beat, Max scoffs, shaking his head. "Fuck me."
He turns away, pacing again, muttering something under his breath. You barely catch the words "This is my villain origin story."
Finally, he stops, pinches the bridge of his nose, and points a finger directly at George.
For a long moment, silence filled the room. You could practically see the gears turning in Max's head as he processed this new information. Finally, he looked up at you both, his expression resigned.
"You're serious about this? Both of you?"
You and George nodded solemnly. "We are," you said softly.
Max sighed heavily, rubbing his temples. "I can't believe this is happening. My best mate and my little sister. It's like some bad rom-com."
He stood up suddenly, pointing an accusatory finger at George. "If this is just some game to you, Clarke, I swear to God—"
"It's not," George interrupted, his voice firm. "I care about her, Max. More than I've cared about anyone in a long time."
You felt your heart flutter at his words, a warmth spreading through your chest.
Max's gaze softened slightly as he looked between the two of you. He could see the genuine affection in your eyes, the way you unconsciously leaned towards each other.
"Fine," he said finally, his shoulders slumping in defeat. "I can see this isn't just some fling. But I swear, George, if you hurt her—"
"I won't," George assured him quickly.
Max continued as if George hadn’t spoken. "—I will end you, I will make your life a living hell. I will start beef with you publicly. I will make a YouTube exposé, I will get you cancelled on Twitter. I will make sure your brand deals drop like flies. I will be so fucking annoying that you will never know peace again."
George nodded solemnly, as if this was a completely resonable response " Understood."
Max turned to you, his expression softening. "And you. You're sure about this? You know what you're getting into, dating a YouTuber?"
You smile softly at Max, touched by his concern despite his outburst. "I'm sure, Max. I know it won't be easy, but hes worth it."
Max groans dramatically, flopping back onto the sofa. "I can't believe this is my life now. My best mate and my sister. What's next, Mum dating KSI?"
You and George both choke back laughter at the mental image. The tension in the room eases slightly as Max's dramatics break through the awkwardness.
George chuckled nervously. "Does this mean we have your blessing?"
Max shot him a withering glare. "Blessing? Don't push it, mate. I'm still processing the fact that you've been sneaking around with my sister for months."
You winced. "We really are sorry about that, Max. We didn't mean for it to go on so long without telling you."
Max ran a hand through his hair, his expression a mix of frustration and resignation. "I just... I don't understand how this even happened. When did you two start... you know?"
You and George exchanged glances, silently debating how much to reveal. Finally, you took a deep breath and launched into the story.
"It started at Cal's birthday party," you began. "We were both a bit drunk, and one thing led to another..."
Max groaned. "Please spare me the details."
You rolled your eyes. "Nothing happened that night. But after that, we kept running into each other at events and parties. We'd flirt, maybe share a dance or two. It was harmless at first." As you speak, Max's expression cycles through disbelief, anger, and grudging amusement.
"...and then we just kept finding excuses to see each other," you finish lamely. "We didn't mean for it to become anything serious, but..."
"But it did," George adds softly, squeezing your hand.
Max groans, flopping back dramatically on the sofa. Muttering something about how this wasn’t how his day was supposed to go.
He sits up suddenly, pointing an accusing finger at George. "And you! What about all those girls you're always banging on about in your videos? That better all be a lie?"
George has the decency to look sheepish. "Ah, well... might've exaggerated a bit there, mate. For content, you know”
Max's eyes narrowed suspiciously. "Exaggerated? Or flat-out lied?"
George shifted uncomfortably. "Well..."
You jumped in, trying to diffuse the tension. "Look, Max, the point is, George and I are together now. For real. No more sneaking around or lying."
Max sighed heavily, rubbing his eyes. "I still can't believe this.” He stood up suddenly, pacing the room. "And what about when this all goes public, eh? Have you two geniuses thought about that? The fans will go mental. You'll be harassed non-stop."
You and George exchanged glances. It was clear neither of you had given much thought to the public aspect of your relationship.
"We'll cross that bridge when we come to it," George said finally. "For now, we just want to focus on us. And making sure you're okay with this."
Max scoffed. "Okay with it? I'm far from okay with it. But..." he trailed off, looking between you and George. Despite his anger, he could see the genuine affection in your eyes, the way you instinctively leaned towards each other.
Then, after a beat—reluctantly, begrudgingly, like it physically pains him to say it— " I mean, I'd rather you weren't shagging one of my mates, but honestly?" He turned to George with a knowing look. "You could've picked worse. At least I know George. Even if he is an idiot sometimes."
George protested, but there was no real heat behind it. He knew Max was right - he could be an idiot sometimes. But when it came to you, he was determined to do better.
Relief washed over you as you threw your arms around your brother. "Thank you, Max. Really."
He hugged you back, then pulled away to point a finger at George. "And you. No funny business when I'm around, got it? I don't need to see my best mate snogging my sister."
George nodded solemnly, though you could see the mischief dancing in his eyes. "Wouldn't dream of it, mate."
Max gives him one last death glare before sighing dramatically and turning back to you. “I hate this. I hate it. I swear, if I ever walk in on anything, I'm moving out and never speaking to either of you again."
You laughed "Deal."
You and George share a glance, and suddenly, it doesn't feel as scary anymore. The weight that had been pressing on your chest for months lifts, replaced by a giddy lightness. You can't help the smile that spreads across your face, mirrored on George's.
As Max continues to grumble and mutter about the unfairness of it all, you and George gravitate towards each other. His arm slips around your waist, pulling you close, and you lean into him, reveling in the feeling of finally being able to do this openly.
The autumn sun streams through the window, casting a warm glow over the room. Outside, you can hear the bustle of London life - cars honking, people chattering, the distant rumble of the Tube. But in here, in this moment, the world has shrunk to just the three of you.
George's thumb traces lazy circles on your hip, sending shivers down your spine. You breathe in his familiar scent - a mix of cologne, laundry detergent, and something uniquely him. It's comforting, and grounding.
Max catches sight of you cuddling and makes exaggerated gagging noises. "Oh God, it's starting already. I'm going to need therapy after this."
You and George laugh, the sound mingling together in a way that makes your heart skip. You realize that this is the first time you've been able to laugh freely together in front of others, without worrying about giving yourselves away
As the days turn into weeks, you and George settle into a new rhythm. No more sneaking around, no more hushed whispers and furtive glances. Instead, there are lazy Sunday mornings spent tangled in his sheets, the London rain pattering against the windows. There are impromptu double dates with Max and Andrew, where you catch yourself marvelling at how natural it feels to be out in public with George, his hand intertwined with yours.
You find yourself falling deeper in love with George every day. It's in the little things - the way he makes your tea just right without asking, how he laughs at your terrible puns, it just makes your heart swell.
The YouTube world explodes when news of your relationship finally breaks. Your social media notifications blow up, a mix of excited fans, shocked friends, and the occasional hater. Your DMs are flooded with a mix of congratulations and jealous messages. You learn to ignore the hate comments and focus on the supportive messages from friends and fans.
Max, true to his word, makes a show of dramatically covering his eyes whenever you and George so much as hold hands in his presence. But you catch him smiling softly when he thinks you're not looking, and you know that deep down, he's happy for you.
As autumn fades into winter, you find yourself spending more and more time at George's flat. Your toothbrush migrates to his bathroom, your favourite mug finds a permanent home in his kitchen cupboard. One night, as you're curled up on his sofa watching old Sidemen videos (George insists it's "research"), he turns to you with a nervous smile.
"Move in with me," he says, his voice soft but sure.
Your heart skips a beat. "What?" you ask, barely above a whisper.
George takes your hand, his thumb tracing circles on your palm. "Move in with me," he repeats. "Half your stuff is here anyway. And I... I want to wake up next to you every morning."
You study his face, taking in the hopeful glint in his eyes, the slight flush on his cheeks.
Your heart swells with emotion as you look into George's eyes. The nervous hope there, the vulnerability – it's a side of him you've grown to cherish over these past months. You think about how far you've come from those first furtive encounters, sneaking around and convincing yourselves it was just casual fun.
"Yes," you whisper, a grin spreading across your face. "Yes, I'll move in with you."
George's face lights up, and he pulls you into a kiss that leaves you breathless. When you finally part, you're both laughing, giddy with the promise of this new chapter.
The next few weeks are a whirlwind of boxes, packing tape, and furniture rearrangement. Max helps you move, grumbling good-naturedly about being demoted to "pack mule" status. But you catch him giving George a stern talking-to when he thinks you're not listening, something about "taking care of my little sister, or else."
As you unpack your life into George's space – now your shared space – you're struck by how seamlessly your belongings fit together. Your books nestle comfortably next to his on the shelves. Your favourite blanket drapes over the back of the sofa, adding a pop of colour to the room. In the bedroom, your clothes hang side by side in the closet—proof that you’re done sneaking around, done pretending this is casual. Proof that this is real.
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