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Do you write for George? If so can we get some smut💋 Loved your first, btw!!!
Island Loving | George Clarke
Summary: You and George are away on holiday, enjoying your time together, but you two can't seem to keep your hands off of each other.
Pairings: George Clarke x afab!Reader
Warnings: Mature content, Smut, Fluff
Word Count: 4.6k
A/N: Anon, thanks for the request! This took me so long to write, like I had planned to get this out 2 days ago, but oh well. This is also my first attempt at writing smut so I apologize if it’s a bit awkward. Also, this was originally supposed to be maybe 2k words, but I got carried away. Hope you enjoy!
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"You sure what I packed is enough?", you ask, rummaging through your closet, tossing clothes haphazardly in your attempt to pack for the hot climate.
"You've about packed the whole closet", George remarks, lounging on the edge of your bed. You shoot him a deadpan look as he continues, "We're only going to be there for three days, how many more clothes do you need?" he teases. "Didn't we just go shopping like a week ago?"
"Oh, piss off George," You playfully throw the shirt in your hand at him, hitting him square in the face, which earns a laugh from both of you. In that moment, a rush of gratitude floods over you for the amazing three months you've spent together. From spontaneous adventures to lazy Sundays in bed, every moment with George had felt like a dream and you truly felt like you were the luckiest girl.
You and George were friends before you started dating, and while you've been on group trips before, this would be the first time it's just the two of you. So when George surprised you with tickets to the Maldives for your birthday, excitement and anxiety swirled within you.
"You know what? I give up," you declare, throwing your hands up in defeat as you survey the chaotic scene in your closet.
As you start picking up the scattered clothing, George chuckles and joins in, the laughter lightening the mood. Despite the nagging feeling that you might have forgotten something, excitement bubbles within you at the thought of uninterrupted time with George. Both of you had been busy, making this getaway a much-needed break. And let's face it, having a shirtless George around all the time was a definite bonus.
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As the sun began to set, painting the sky with vibrant hues of orange and pink, you and George lounged in the pool, the cool water providing relief from the day's heat. Earlier, you had spent the day exploring the stunning beaches of the Maldives, George's laughter echoed through the air as you both raced each other along the shoreline, the warm tropical breeze tousling your hair.
It was late afternoon, as you relaxed in the pool, George's toned physique glistened in the fading sunlight, his abs defined and glistening with droplets of water. He looked effortlessly handsome, and you couldn't help but admire the way the sunlight danced across his chiseled features. Leaning back against the edge of the pool, you watched as George swam towards you, his crystal blue eyes locking with yours.
"You know," he murmured, his voice sending shivers down your spine, "I could get used to this view." His words were accompanied by a playful grin, and you couldn't resist teasing him in return.
"Is that so?" you replied, a mischievous glint in your eyes as you swam closer to him, your heart racing with anticipation. George's gaze softened as he drew nearer.
"Are we still the only one's here?", you question, scanning the area. You had been the only ones around the pool for hours now; the last few people leaving over two hours ago. George's gaze doesn't falter though, remaining fixed on you.
George closes the distance between you, the gentle rippling of the water drawing your attention back to him. An inaudible gasp leaves you mouth at the sensation of a hard muscle pressing into the space between your thighs, sending a wave of heat surging through your body.
His hands find their way around your waist, pulling you irresistibly closer, while his lips hover just inches away from yours. Your fingers trace the contours of his toned chest, feeling the warmth emanating from his skin. The tension between you was palpable, each breath charged with desire as you both leaned in for a kiss, igniting a fiery passion that consumed you both in a haze of longing and heat.
The heat of the pool seemed to intensify as your lips move in perfect harmony, the throbbing sensation between your legs growing more intense with each passing second. Despite the empty pool area, the possibility of an unsuspecting guest or hotel staff member stumbling upon your heated makeout session added an exhilarating edge to the moment, igniting a daring boldness within you as you contemplated just how far you could push George.
You trail your hands down his chest, savoring the sensation of his hard physique beneath your fingertips. George responds with a bite to your bottom lip, eliciting a low moan from you.
Your right hand moves down to rest right at the hem of his swim trunks, frozen there for a moment as feel George's lips disconnect from yours and attach to your neck instead. He begins to roughly suck at the soft, supple skin at the crook of your neck, leaving a dark red mark in the process.
You continue to tease him, relishing in the reaction he was giving you. You feel yourself getting wetter at the sounds of the deep guttural groans that escape his lips as your fingertips brush over his clothed cock. His groans get louder as he feels the constricting cloth of his swim trunks rub against his erection.
Your palm rubs harder at the bulge in his trunks, driving George absolutely crazy, and he hadn't even gotten his cock out of his trunks yet. George's grip on your waist gets tighter, his nails slightly digging into your side, the slight pain makes you wince in pleasure.
With a smirk playing on your lips, you pull away, moving your hand away from his cock and placing your hands on his shoulders, pushing him away gently. Your flushed face betrays the mix of afternoon heat and the arousal coursing through your body.
George protests, his voice husky with desire, "Don't test me, love."
You look at him innocently, a mischievous glint in your eyes, "What are you talking about? It's getting late, and we have other things to do. Come on," you say, slightly moving back in the water.
You turn around and confidently walk to the ladder, pulling yourself out of the pool giving George an enticing view of your glistening skin and the curve of your ass in your skimpy bikini bottom. You make sure to look back at him over your shoulder as you grab your towel and walk off, completely unfazed, leaving George hard and needy in the pool.
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The rest of the day had flown by quickly, and now the two of you were getting ready to go out for your birthday dinner. You were all but expecting George to get you back for the scene at the pool, but so far, nothing ha happened.
You stood in front of the mirror, applying the final touches to your makeup. You were absolutely in love with your look; You had on a midi-length blue silky dress, its low back and plunging neckline accentuated your figure exquisitely and the thin fabric was an absolute god send in the hot Maldives' climate.
Meanwhile, George leaned casually against the bathroom door frame, already dressed in a linen shirt and a pair of olive slacks. His intense gaze followed your every move. To him, you looked nothing short of a goddess, and he still couldn’t believe how the hell he had managed to pull you.
“You look stunning tonight Angel”, George says as he walks into the bathroom, coming to stand behind you. Your dress did not leave much room for the imagination, or a bra, and he couldn’t resist the urge to touch you. As great as that dress looked on you, he thought it would look even better pooled around your ankles.
“Thanks Georgie, ” you replied, leaning closer to the mirror, focused on your eyeliner.
As George’s hands come up to rest on your hips, you straighten up, your exposed back coming in contact with his firm chest. The proximity makes you aware of just how close he had gotten. You look into the mirror for a second, catching George’s eyes locked on yours, his eyes dark and filled with unbridled lust.
It was a look you knew all too well. That hungry look was all you needed to know that George was extremely horny right now and that was enough to send the blood rushing down to your bundle of nerves.
Whenever he got like this, he tried to get as close to you as humanly possible, craving any form of physical touch. And when he called you "Angel", you knew there would be no reasoning with the man, especially after that stunt you had pulled earlier today.
His hands start moving up and down your waist, sending shivers down your spine. Though you had no intention of missing your reservation (which was very hard to get, by the way), you still wanted to see what else you could possibly get away with.
You lean down again, this time to put on your lip liner, subtly pushing your hips back ever so slightly more than before. You become acutely aware of the growing hardness pressing against your ass and his grip on your hips becomes tighter, confirming your previous suspicion.
George leans forward, brushing your hair to the side, and starts to gently pepper kisses along your back, the sensation leaving a delightful tingle through your body.
You stand up again, pretending to go through your makeup bag, doing your best to maintain a neutral expression on your face. Suddenly, you hear George let out a low chuckle from behind you. He leans down and whispers in your ear, "I know what you're doing," before placing a a few kisses behind your ear.
As George's warm breath tickles your ear, a delightful shiver courses through your body. He turns you around, your back pressing against the counter, his intense gaze locking with yours. A charged silence fills the air, thick with anticipation and desire.
"You've been doing this all day," George murmurs, his voice heavy with want. "Be careful there angel. Don't tease me if you can't handle the consequences of your little game." Your heart races at his words. With a subtle smirk, you lean in closer, unable to resist the magnetic pull between you.
He takes hold of your chin, tilting it upwards, the warmth of your skin under his fingertips sending a jolt of electricity through his body. You meet his gaze with a challenge in your eyes, your voice dripping with playful defiance as you taunt, "Oh, and what consequences might those be, Georgie?" Your hand rises, fingertips lightly brushing the flesh revealed by the unbuttoned shirt, teasing your boyfriend further.
You run your hands down his clothed abs, settling right above the hem of trousers. But before you could move down any further, he places his hand over yours, halting your movements. "Well, let's just say," he begins, guiding your hand to place it on the counter next to you while you grip his shoulder with your other hand "keep testing me and you might just find out."
A surge of eagerness courses through you at his words, and you playfully roll your eyes, trying to mask the effect he has on you. "Is that a promise or a threat?" you challenge, though your heart races with excitement.
With a devilish grin, George leans in closer, his lips hovering dangerously close to yours. "Why don't you stick around and find out?" he murmurs, the air between you crackling with tension.
"I'd love to, but we have a dinner to get to," you say, slowly pushing at his chest, not wanting George to get his way so easily. But then, As George pulls you closer by the waist, your breath hitches, your back arching as you grab onto his shoulders to steady yourself. "Nice try." Before you can protest, he closes the distance between you, his lips engulfing you in an intense kiss, fueled by the tension building throughout the day.
He hoists you up onto the counter, his movements assertive yet gentle, as he deepens the kiss. You feel his tongue slip into your mouth and your hands move up to tug at his hair. You feel George's low groan reverberating through the kiss, adding to the intensity of the moment, all thoughts of dinner slipping away from your mind.
His lips travelled down to your neck, leaving a wet trail of kisses along the sensitive skin, each kiss only intensifying the need to want his lips someplace else. He kisses the hickey he had left earlier that day, sucking a little extra hard on the already sore skin. A moan louder than you intended left you lips and you could feel the bastard smirk against your skin.
His hands bunched up your dress, almost hiking it up to your waist, as George dug his fingers into the soft exposed flesh of your things. His fingertips traced a slow antagonizing path towards the place you needed him the most. As his fingers brushed against the fabric of your panties, he remarks with with a smirk, "Already soaking wet, are we?", The mere friction through your underwear was enough to weaken you, turning you into putty in his hands.
You hum in response, bucking your hips forward, craving more friction and pressure against your aching core. “Slow down there angel, I haven't even gotten started with you yet." he says in a low voice.
George gently lifts you up and slides your panties down to your ankles, taking them off and throwing them to the side, the cool air now hitting your exposed cunt. Suddenly, George's hands grip tightly behind yours knees, spreading your legs wider, pushing you back, your back now hitting the sink. "Fuck," you gasp, as he starts kissing his way closer and closer to your core. Each kiss and bite on the skin of your inner thighs intensifies the anticipation, making you wetter than you already were.
George's gaze fixates on your glistening wet cunt, his pants getting tighter just at the sight. With a hungry determination, his fingers spread apart your slick folds, "George…fuck," you moan as his tongue licks one long stroke up your throbbing clit, your entire body shivers involuntarily.
His tongue dives into you swollen clit, nipping and sucking at your sensitive core, sending jolts of ecstasy through your body, absolutely wrecking you with just his mouth. He flattens his tongue, expertly lapping at your folds, alternating with rough sucking motions. The sensation ignites intense pleasure throughout your body, and the friction of his beard against your clit sends electrifying waves coursing through you. As you throw your head back in pleasure, your hands glide down the collar of his shirt to grasp onto his back, your nails digging into the firm muscles of his shoulders, eliciting a low moan from George.
The lewd sounds of him absolutely devouring your pussy mix in with your gasping breaths filling the bathroom with an intoxicating symphony of desire.
"I-I…" you manage to gasp, your voice shaky as you struggle to form a coherent sentence. Your body trembles from the relentless jabs of his skilled tongue against your clit.
"Can't hear you love," George's murmurs from between your thighs, the vibrations causing a delicious hum to resonate through your folds, intensifying the pleasure pulsing within you.
"God, George! I'm so close," you stare down at him, utterly aroused by the sheer amount of power that this man had over you. You're dangerously close to the edge, feeling the impending release of your orgasm ready to spill over at any moment.
He could feel your legs trembling beneath his fingers. The dirty noises spilling out of you pretty mouth only pushed George to continue abusing your cunt. As he listens to you writhe and moan in desperate need, it's not enough to simply pleasure you with his tongue anymore; he wants more. He wanted to make sure you were fucked out properly, especially after the ordeal you had put him through.
With one final lick to your clit, he pulls away, leaving your pussy trembling. George then places his arms on the counter on either side of you, leaning in to meet you at eye level. You stare at him panting, cheeks flushed and a dumbfounded look on your face. "George.." you whined his name at the loss of contact, the cool air once again hits your now neglected cunt.
"Alright then, angel, get yourself fixed up", he says, his voice dripping with playful authority as he points in the direction he tossed your panties. "We have a reservation to get to." With a teasing smirk, he walks off into the bedroom. "Go on, finish getting ready, I'm waiting.", his words hang in the air, leaving you in a state of both frustration and arousal. There was an ache in your core that could only be satisfied by his touch.
You contemplate for a second, weighing if your pride was worth the sexual frustration for the rest of the night. It didn't take you long to make the decision, "Oh for fucks sakes George", you exclaim, your annoyance evident as you roll your eyes and scream out in frustration, "Get back in here, you wanker!" You wait for a moment, anticipation building, before George came back into view, a cocky smirk playing on his lips as he stands with his arms crossed over his chest.
"That's not how this is gonna work angel," George's words send a shiver down your spine, "If you want it, beg." the command in his voice igniting a fiery need within you. Pushing yourself off the counter, your legs shake as you step onto the cold bathroom floor. George watches you with a proud smirk, his eyes gleaming with want.
You slowly pad over to him, feeling the intensity of his gaze as you approach. Meeting him just outside the bathroom, you reach out, placing a hand on his chest, your fingers brushing lightly against his skin as you look up at him with hooded eyes. "George, please…" you begin, your voice thick with desire, but he remains silent, waiting for more.
"George, please… fuck me," you plead, your words dripping with longing as you meet his gaze. The air thick with tension between you two.
Your desperation draws a satisfied smirk to his face. He would have loved hearing you beg for longer, reveling in the power it gave him over you. However, the undeniable arousal stirring in his pants demanded immediate attention, and at this point, he couldn't resist the urge to simply lose himself in the act of fucking you.
George's lips attach to yours in a sense of urgency. He grabs onto your waist as he pushes you against the wall. "Jump," George says. Without hesitation, you obediently wrap your legs around him, your body responding instinctively to his dominant tone. His hands slide beneath your ass, supporting you effortlessly as he kneads your flesh. The kiss is raw and primal. Your hands instinctively come around his neck, fingers tangling in his hair as you pull him closer.
The strap of your dress slips off in the heat of the moment. George seizes the opportunity, pushing the dress further down, exposing your breasts to the cool air of the room. A soft gasp escapes your lips at the sudden exposure, sending a thrill through your body.
His hands trail up to cup one of your tits, giving it a firm squeeze. George attaches his hot mouth to your bare breast, swirling his tongue around the nipple. You moan in response, your back arching instinctively as you press your tit into his face, craving more of his intoxicating touch.
"George…" you gasp between heated kisses, "I need you right now." With a sense of urgency, you unbutton his shirt. As his shirt falls away, your hands freely roam his body, tracing the lines of his muscular form before settling on his large biceps, feeling their strength beneath your touch. George leans in close, his breath hot against your ear as he whispers, "You have no idea how much I've been craving you all day" he murmurs, his voice filled with hunger.
"Just fuck me already," you plead, starting to get more and more impatient. With a swift motion, George gathers you in his arms, carrying you effortlessly to the bed.
George lowers you down on the edge of the bed, your lips still locked in a fervent kiss. He reluctantly beaks away, feeling your lips chasing his, not ready to break your kiss just yet.
With a tender touch, he assists you in removing your dress, which had become bunched up around your waist. He steps back a bit as he begins to unbuckle his belt, you eagerly help him, your fingers unbuttoning his pants and discarding them to the side, leaving him clad only in his boxers.
Your eyes can't help but wander to the bulge straining against the fabric, his cock hard and throbbing with desire, a visible wet spot on his boxers from the precum. With a soft moan, you find yourself unable to resist reaching out to trace the outline of his arousal, your touch sending shivers of pleasure coursing through his body.
He nudges you back slightly, and you eagerly comply, crawling further onto the bed, the desire to have him close reaching its peak. As you sit up on your arms, you take a moment to admire him, your eyes locking in a silent exchange filled with mutual appreciation and desire. George's gaze shamelessly roams your naked body, his admiration evident in every lingering glance.
"You're the most beautiful woman I've ever laid my eyes on Y/N," George says, his voice filled with genuine admiration. But to you, he was the epitome of beauty itself. In the dimly lit bedroom, illuminated only by the moonlight streaming through the windows, George looked like a Greek god, his sculpted abs, broad chest and shoulders, and thick, toned legs rendered him utterly irresistible. While it wasn't the first time you had seen him naked, it never ceased to amaze you just how perfect he truly was.
With his eyes locked on yours, George takes his boxers off, his hard cock springing out, finally free from its confines. The tip red and glistening with precum. He takes it in his hand and gives it a few good pumps. George then strides over to his open suitcase, retrieving a condom with a sense of relief that he had packed a whole box. He rips open the packet and slides it onto his length.
With a hungry gaze, he crawls onto the bed, making his way over to you. With a firm yet gentle touch, he pushes your legs apart, settling himself between them, ready to indulge in the passion that awaits.
He rubs the tip of his cock along your soaking folds, "George", you moan out at the sensation, hands digging into his biceps, urging him closer. George's mouth trails along your collarbone, placing hot, open-mouthed kisses that send tingles of pleasure courses through your body.
Without further warning, George slams into you in one powerful thrust, eliciting a strangled groan from your lips as euphoric bliss floods your senses. As he bottoms out inside you, pausing momentarily to let you adjust to his girth, a wave of pleasure washes over you. Even though he hadn't started moving yet, you already felt your orgasm on the brink of spilling over.
George grabs ahold of your hips, his grip firm as he presses your body against the mattress, each thrust sending waves of pleasure coursing through you. The pace of his movements drives you crazy, your mind consumed with the overwhelming sensation of him inside you. "Holy shit, George," you moan out, the intensity of the moment turning you into a trembling, moaning mess.
Hearing his name on your lips sends George into a frenzy, his own desire matching yours as he speeds up his pace, each movement becoming more urgent, more primal. Your hands clutch at the sheets, knuckles turning white from the force of your grip as you surrender to the pleasure that consumes you both.
One of your legs instinctively wraps around his waist, drawing him closer to you as your hands come up to his back, pulling him close. You revel in the feeling of his weight pressing against you. As he thrusts faster against you, your whimpering moans fill the room.
"Fuck, you feel so good, Y/N," George moans, his voice laced with lust. "You take me so well, such a good girl." he moans. His words have you involuntarily clenching around him. The sensation elicits a groan from George, the pleasure of your tightness driving him closer to the edge as well.
The sensation builds with every thrust of his hips, each movement edging you towards your orgasm. "George, I'm going to c-cum, shit," you moan, the words escaping your lips in a breathless plea. Despite your impending release, his thrusts don't cease, his intensity driving you wild.
You can't think straight anymore, lost in the overwhelming pleasure that consumes you. "Fuck, please, I can't take it anymore… I’m so close," you whimper, pulling closer to the blissful release that only George can provide.
Your voice quickly begins chanting his name along with broken moans, intermingled with George's own broken groans as his thrusts start to become sloppier, signaling that he too was teetering on the edge.
Every muscle in your body tenses, your back arching as you're overwhelmed by your impending release. "Fuck, George, you feel so good inside me… George, ahh!!" you cry out, your release a raw moan as your orgasm crashes over you like a wave, leaving you seeing stars.
George continues his relentless pace, allowing you to ride out your orgasm. As your climax peaks, George follows closely behind, his release filling the condom with warmth as he screams out your name in pure pleasure, "Shit, Y/N!" The room fills up with a mixture of your moans as you both come down from your highs.
With that, George collapses over you, balancing his weight on his arms to ensure he doesn't crush you. Both of your bodies are covered in sweat, chests heaving against each other. His face nuzzles into your neck, and for a moment, you both stay quiet, just listening to the pounding of his heart—a melody to your ears.
You're the first to break the silence. "I should tease you more often," you say with a playful grin.
George pushes up to look at you, a playful smile dancing on his lips as he replies, "Don't even think about it, love." With a gentle motion, he pulls out of you and lands next to you.
With a contented sigh, George pulls you onto his chest, his arms wrapping around your shoulders, his hand gently playing with your hair. "Did you have a good birthday love?" he asks softly.
You look up at him and smile, "Yes, I did, Georgie. Thank you" you reply, placing a peck on his chest, feeling warmth spread through your heart as he sweetly kisses you on your forehead.
"Well, there's no way that we are going to be able to make it to our reservation," you laugh, acknowledging the obvious.
George chuckles in agreement, then asks, "Room service?"
You look at him and nod, "Room service."
The two of you spend the rest of your evening cuddling and enjoying your dinner overlooking the water from the outdoor seating area of your villa. The soft glow of the moonlight casts a romantic ambiance over the scene, creating a perfect backdrop for your special evening, knowing that you couldn't have asked for a more perfect birthday with a more perfect man.
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A/N: God, I suck at endings. I've been so stressed at work recently and all I can think about is going on vacation, it's all my brain let me write about. Also, Thank you to everyone who has been sending me requests, I'm absolutely loving all the ideas, keep em' coming!
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lovers rock → g. clarkey
pairing — george clarkey x fem!reader
summary — after one too many drinks on a night out with grace, you know you can always call george
but if you're too drunk to drive and the music is right, she might let you stay, but just for the night. and if she grabs for your hand and drags you along, she might want to kiss before the end of the song...
you were sat at your pc, legs tucked under you as you edited down some footage for a new video where you heard george laughing on the bed behind you. "what?" you half-pulled your headphones off, looking at him with a small smile and a tilted head.
"have you seen the video joe took of you last night?" instantly your heart sank. "george, please tell me he didn't post that." your boyfriend could barely look at you without suppressing a laugh. "no!" you yelled. "i have an image to uphold, people cannot know i'm a messy bitch."
"it's not that bad." he tried to reason, but with the no-bullshit look you sent him, he just nodded. "okay, it's a bit bad. but it's sweet!" you sighed, setting your headphones aside to lay beside him on the bed. "show me."
"you! you are my soulmate. i love you!" you slurred with grace's face smushed in your hands while joe and max wheezed in the background, phones out and recording.
"love you too, babes." she laughed. "but maybe it's time we get you home, yeah?"
you nodded mindlessly before perking up with a gasp. "i have a boyfriend! i'm gonna call my boyfriend." joe filmed max deadpanning at the camera before rolling his eyes, sick to death of you and george. you rummaged through your bag before happily pulling out your phone and calling george.
a groggy "you alright?" was the first thing you were greeted with and with wide eyes and your hand covering your mouth, you remembered how late it was. "shit, you were sleeping, i'm sorry." "no, it's okay, don't worry." he was quick to assure you, but when you kept apologising for waking him, he simply asked, "is grace with you?" when you responded, he asked you to give her the phone.
"she's smashed, mate, i'm sorry." she said through laughter as you moved to hug max. "where are you? i'll come get her." grace sent him your location before handing you back the phone. max handed you a bottle of water from his bag while you waited.
after a few minutes, george pulled up by the club you were all huddled outside, immediately going to put his arm around you. "ew! get off, I have a boyfriend!" you squirmed away with a disgusted face before turning around and seeing who it was. with a bright grin, you flung your arms around his neck. "george!!"
your friends laughed from behind you, and george smiled tiredly. "hey." "hi." you grinned dopily up at him, your chin pressed to his chest. he nodded goodbye to the others, you waved dramatically while george guided you to the car and made sure you were strapped in before going to the drivers seat.
while george drove, streetlights flickering over his face, you stared at him, not saying anything. "you okay?" he asked, looking over at you during a red light. "you're really pretty." george huffed out a laugh, smiling. "you're really pretty too." "no, you're like really really pretty. like, are you real? are you an ai?" he threw his head back, laughter echoing through the car and your smile grew impossibly wider. "i can't proudly say i'm real, love." "i don't believe you. you're a liar." you huffed, folding your arms and looking out the window at the buildings you passed.
after a few minutes passed and george hadn't heard anything from you, he looked over and saw you with your face pressed against the window, soft snores falling from your lips. he turned the radio down. when you pulled up the the apartment, george picked you up and carried you in, opening the door as quietly as possible and setting you down on your bed. he went to the bathroom and grabbed a makeup wipe, gently taking off your slightly smudged mascara with a fond smile. he took off your dress and untied your heels, and when you were comfortably cozied up in one of his old t-shirts, he peeled back the covers and pulled them up to your waist, knowing you'd twist to curl into him when he got into bed.
he was right, of course, because the moment he lay down, you twisted on your side, nose to the crook of his neck and arm thrown over his torso. his hand snaked over your shoulder, gently toying with your hair until he fell asleep again. he kissed your forehead, soaking in the domesticity.
it wasn't how he'd planned to spend his saturday night, but if every night got to end with you tucked into his side like that, george was glad to be real.
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UNEXPECTED CROSSOVER, clarkey
george clarke x fem!oc (the beginning of a series)
desc: in which two social media influencers are the last pair people would have expected together, but it makes so much sense.
notes: very short cos this is more like a teaser for a series i wanna write, independent ones will most likely be x reader. fc for maisie is ashley alexander and will be throughout the whole series :)
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maimes photo dump of my week in london including a ridiculous amount of vodka and a picture i took whilst i was lost trying to find george x
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georgeclarkeey thanks for including the god awful photo of me
— maimes it’s alright babs x
username the crossover i never knew i needed wtf
max_balegde that amount of vodka is not good for people like us
— maimes lightweight solidarity 💪🏼 stay strong babe
usernameone now that i think abt it its inevitable she’d become apart of this group 😭 just as unhinged as the rest of them
gkbarry_ looking mad fit in that black dress girl
— maimes gizza snog then x
usernametwo her meeting george?? just george??
— usernamethree why am i kind of hoping it was a date 😭
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georgeclarkeey i’d call this a photo dump but the only thing that’s dumpy about it is dat ass
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maimes caption is a hard read as always
— georgeclarkeey justice for dyslexics 🙏🏼
— maimes the water photos aren’t funny 😞 i was soaked
— imallexx first time a girls ever said that george
usernameone whose the girl ? never seen her before
— usernametwo maisie hames!! she’s a youtuber too <3
— usernamethree she also makes music!!
gkbarry_ why are me and maisie on the floor oh god
— georgeclarkeey i genuinely just found you like that
usernamefour maisie is so pretty george u gotta wife her or i will this is a once in a lifetime opportunity
© vanaswrld | all rights reserved. please do not repost any of my work as your own or share on other platforms thnx <3
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am i cool yet? | george clarke
thank you for all the love on my first post, appreciate it massively!!
have a little george clarke x singer because i love the thought of that loser (affectionate) with a very cool girl
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arthurnfhill: guess who is going back on artour!! (please come and don't let the tour flop)
georgeclarkeey: it would be quite funny if it flopped though
↳ arthurnfhill: so funny i am laughing so hard rn
user1: cannot waiiiiiit when do tickets drop!!!
↳ arthurnfhill: 10am next friday!
yourusername: hm that sounds cringe. wonder who will even bother showing up to that stinker.
↳ arthurnfhill: literally so cringe, wait until you hear about the support act, they suck so much, gonna be the worst show ever
↳ yourusername: i don't doubt it x
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yourusername: good news, i am going on tour! bad news, it's with @/arthurnfhill (but on a serious note, tickets go on sale 10am friday, so if you wanna come by and hear us sing some little tunes please do!)
georgeclarkeey: jeez he said he had a stinker support act but i didn't know it was this bad (but of course i am kidding and you guys will smash it)
↳ yourusername: @/arthurnfhill is this the irrelevant flatmate you were telling me about??
↳ arthurnfhill: unfortunately, yes
↳ georgeclarkeey: @/yourusername ah, so my reputation proceeds me
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arthurhillupdates: pictures that y/n put on her story from the first show of the tour tonight!!
userone: omg can't believe i missed the ticket drop, these two performing together ???
usertwo: they are literally both so hot i can't
userthree: i would kill to be backstage ngl
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arthurnfhill: artour night one in newcastle was very cool! a little disappointed that y/n looks cooler then me on stage but i will have to live with it
georgeclarkeey: to be fair i don't know what you were expecting, you don't look very cool anyway
↳ arthurnfhill: you can't be mean about things that are true
yourusername: if you need any stage coaching lmk
↳ arthurnfhill: rubbing a lot of salt into a fresh wound
↳ georgeclarkeey: @/yourusername i'd keep rubbing it if i were you
↳ yourusername: @/georgeclarkeey is that what you usually say to women?
↳ userone: she ate him up lmaooooo
arthurtv: can't wait for the london show so i can pester you live
↳ yourusername: couldn't have said it better myself, can't wait to pester you too
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yourusername: half way through the (ar)tour, thank you for all the support so far!! (+plus a little throwback from when i was just a girl making silly youtube covers)
bambinobecky: to say you look hot is an understatement
↳ yourusername: you're gonna make me blush x
arthurnfhill: wow that photo is great wonder who you pestered until they took the photo
↳ yourusername: got absolutely no clue, some random guy with a pedostache took it for me backstage
↳ arthurnfhill: crying in the mens bathrooms rn
↳ yourusername: you're getting awfully upset about the photo credits
↳ arthurnfhill: want to be able to put 'y/n's photographer' on my cv thats all
↳ yourusername: would be the only thing on there to be fair
gkbarry: jesus you're gorgeous, where's arthur been hiding you?
↳ yourusername: in the basement, says he's too famous to be my friend anymore :,(
arthurtv: don't tell him i told you but clarkey said you looked pretty in this photo
↳ yourusername: clarkey being too scared to comment on a girls instagram seems on brand to be honest
↳ georgeclarkeey: arthur you're a snitch and y/n you're mean
↳ yourusername: @/georgeclarkeey maybe but i wasn't wrong
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yourusername: london, you were amazing! the best night to end tour on, thank you all so much for coming to artour and supporting
arthurnfhill: thank you for supporting (even if you were very annoying)
↳ yourusername: is this seriously what you were typing when you were at the bar ??
↳ georgeclarkeey: can confirm, i saw him typing it
↳ user1: omg they're together?? clarkey and y/n meetup !!!
georgeclarkeey: was a very cool show, shame arthur had to come on and ruin it
↳ yourusername: for real, the audacity of this man to play at his own tour, smh
↳ georgeclarkeey: i couldn't agree more, should have just been the y/n show
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yourusername: don't let george take you for a walk in london, he takes it as photoshoot opportunities and makes you take a million of him (proof referenced above)
arthurnfhill: you spend time with him once and complain, this is what i deal with all the time
↳ yourusername: i have never pitied you more
georgeclarkeey: who is that good looking man??
↳ yourusername: think you're mixed up, @/arthurtv isn't in this picture x
↳ georgeclarkeey: now thats just cruel, especially after i paid for dinner
↳ yourusername: poor you :(
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yourusername: i forced the boys to take me to the local pub just to get aquainted
arthurnfhill: we will never let you have sambuca shots again, you just became mean
↳ georgeclarkeey: she actually became nicer to me the more drunk she got
↳ yourusername: @/georgeclarkeey that's just because i was relying on you to look after me x
arthurtv: you are abnormally shit at pool
↳ yourusername: hey you weren't much better, hill carried you so badly
↳ arthurtv: says you who teamed up with george just to make him help you with all your turns
↳ yourusername: don't hate the player hate the game, not my fault george felt like being nice to me
↳ arthurtv: wonder why he's so nice to you
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yourusername: why not to leave men alone with your phone, a thread
georgeclarkeey: you have done us a little dirty with these photos
↳ yourusername: shouldn't have taken them on my phone then
↳ georgeclarkeey: don't lie you love it
chrismd10: third one is going in the wank bank
↳ yourusername: wish i could say the same
↳ georgeclarkeey: am i not wank bank worthy?
↳ yourusername: really think about what your life has come to commenting this on instagram
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georgeclarkeey: she tried to teach me how to play, am i cool yet?
yourusername: i think i speak for all of us when i say no x
↳ georgeclarkeey: at least i tried
↳ yourusername: tried being the operative word
arthurnfhill: can confirm, sounded like a cat dying
↳ georgeclarkeey: okay fine, you can stick to being my rockstar boyfriend
↳ arthurnfhill: okay pookie
maxbalegde: he came into the office and swore down he was a top ten artist
↳ yourusername: i mean if top ten is top ten worst he might actually be right x
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yourusername: my boyfriend is not very cool but he is hot and i love him all the same (turns out he has a thing for super cool awesome rock girls)
georgeclarkeey: i am not sure how to feel about this, you both violated me and complimented me
↳ yourusername: feel grateful i complimented you, was just going to violate you originally x
↳ georgeclarkeey: well when you put it that way, gosh i'm just so lucky
arthurnfhill: nice of george to wear a hat that labels all of his skills so quickly and easily
chrismd10: honestly thought world war three would come before george got a girlfriend
↳ yourusername: you and me both (he's holding me captive please help)
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georgeclarkeey: if i get a cool girlfriend, does that make me cool by proximity?
arthurtv: no
arthurfnhill: she is barely cool let alone you
chrismd10: in no universe are you cool
yourusername: good try george, but no x
↳ georgeclarkeey: i'll try again with my next girlfriend then x
↳ yourusername: took you this long to get one girlfriend i don't think that will be anytime soon x
↳ georgeclarkeey: kidding, i am not letting you leave (you are the only one who can tolerate me)
hope you enjoyed !! :)
#george clarkey#arthur frederick#chrismd#chaos crew#uselesshotline#atv#arthurhill#georgeclarkey x reader#georgeclarke x reader#georgeclarke fic#georgeclarkey fic
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MRS TELEVISION | a. frederick
summary: a scroll through your internet presence as 'mrs television'. [social media AU.]
pairing: fem!reader x arthur frederick (arthurtv)
faceclaim: bri kerr
notes: first piece for mrs television out of the wag universe. bri is gonna be the main fc I use for mrs television, hopefully you like it!
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yourinstagram helped out on someone else's video for once, chris finally let me leave the dungeon!!!
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user she kills me
user hottest producer award goes to...
chrismd_10 drinking on the job?
yourinstagram constantly
user she looks peppered in the 3rd slide
user first risky pic from y/n ever on the 6th slide
georgeclarkey thanks for the candid of me and my man 😌😌
arthurtv please someone get him away from me
user y/n's friend is inhaling that guinness 🫢
arthurtv great photography for the 1st and 3rd pictures, big fan!
yourinstagram humble as ever mr television
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yourinstagram lots of fun at work recently, constantly mixing business and pleasure 🥂 chrismd thanks for keeping me employed even if I drink at work
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user I can't tell if shes joking about drinking at work 😭
user its definitely a joke, most bts has y/n yelling at chris to pull his head in lol
user she keeps him in line!
yourinstagram have been going on 15 years
user we thank you for your service 🫡
arthurtv no jerseys at the match???
yourinstagram the nerve!
chrismd_10 who's that handsome fella in the last slide?
miniminter leave the md clutches and come to sidemen
yourinstagram throw in talia and you have a deal
georgeclarkey you drunk
yourinstagram seems to be the new normal now, just embracing my new brand (like you and your Invisalign ads)
georgeclarkey too far
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yourinstagram more of a traveller atm than a producer! enjoyed spain very very much, definitely swipe to the 8th slide to see what arthur classifies as a front flip
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arthurtv it's called being flexible, you wouldn't know anything about it
yourinstagram your six-year-old sister does a better front flip than you
arthurtv leave flora out of this
user guys stop flirting in front of us 😭😭 the false hope hurts
georgeclarkey always appreciate meeting a fan
yourinstagram die
calfreezy that photo was sacred y/n
chrismd_10 I feel ashamed, embarrassed
willne the absolute cheek
user why is no one talking about how good y/n looks in these pictures??
faithlouisak Im thinking the same thing?
user literal island princess
user is that danny aarons in the 5th picture 😭😭
yourinstagram dont even ask how he got the invite
chrismd_10 we're still not sure tbh
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yourinstagram filmed a very *cool* video this week 🌨️
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arthurtv again, who is your photographer???? such raw talent is exquisite
yourinstagram im very close to letting him go actually, you can have him!
user arthur being the first to comment on her posts fuels my mrs television heart really, give us something guys
user I love them at my core I can't lie
user she is just so pretty
chrismd_10 get back to work
yourinstagram I literally just want to breathe chris
user someone make chris let y/n go, she needs to be a free woman
bezhinga faiths phone is dead but she says 'u look leng'
yourinstagram I love you faith kelly x
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yourinstagram very good friends! (happy one year doofus)
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user A WHOLE ASS YEAR???????
user who even are they????????
user I feel like I have been swindled here miss l/n
user can we finally call her mrs television??? shes more than chris' producer now, she's one of us
arthurtv best friends for life! (I love you very much)
user I can't tell if im going to cry or faint tbh
user why is he always playing chess, arthur PLEASE
yourinstagram I'm asking this question all the time?
chrismd_10 I take credit for this relationship btw
yourinstagram how so?
chrismd_10 if I hadn't sat with arthur in class and then dragged you into our group project, I like to think this wouldn't have happened
georgeclarkey I love all of the fans so much but please stop sending me these pictures of my fiancé wrapped around another woman
user GEORGE PLEASE
#arthurtv x reader#arthurtv#arthur frederick#arthur frederick x reader#arthurtv imagines#arthurtv fluff#cel's social media aus
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Is he proposing or are we just on holiday? - ArthurTV x reader
Insta au
Pairing - ArthurTV x female reader
Warnings - a few swear words but nothing else
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Yourusername in Ibiza with my favorite
ArthurTV ❤️❤️
GeorgeClarkey I don’t remember inviting Arthur
ArthurTV you definitely didn’t beg me to come
GeorgeClarkey I don’t remember that either
ArthurHill neither do I
ArthurTV I hate you both
Y/Nfan4 omg there all on holiday together that’s actually so cute
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ArthurTV I was definitely invited
Yourusername sometimes its okay to be delusional
ArthurTV wow okay I see how it is
Yourusername love you really
ArthurHill she’s lying
GeorgeClarkey I agree with the singer
ArthurTVfan2 it’s kinda sad how Arthur is being treated like he can do better then y/n
Y/nfan6 stfu there obviously Js joking there all really close friends
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Yourusername I guess it’s a good idea we invited him :)
Y/Nfan2 NO FUCKING WAY OMG MY PARENTS ARE GETTING MARRIED 😭😭😮😮
ChrisMD congrats you too Defo wasn’t there to witness it
GeorgeClarkey Yeh me either
ArthurHill same here
Y/nfan5 does anyone else find it weird they had no family there and only the friends like it’s your proposal id want my parents and siblings there not my friends
Y/nandarthurfan4 like they have both said multiple times they see there friends as family and also y/ns sister and brother were there same with Arthur’s sister I think 🧐
Yoursistersusername I’ve never cried so much my baby sister is getting married omg!!!
Yourusername I’m literally 2 years older then you but thanks gal
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Okay so this is just something for the wait till I get more stuff out sorry for such a long wait been so busy at the moment ❤️❤️
#arthurtv#chaos crew#arthur hill#george clarke#chrismd#imallexx#insta au#youtubers#imagine#youtuber#youtuber imagines
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(started a side vlog for arthurtv, w2s, chrismd and georgeclarkey if you're interested... @mrstelevision)
completely and utterly inspired by the queen of the english youtube scene tumblrs, and the love of my life, @whoetoshaw
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hi, i love you fics so far! would you possibly be able to do fluffy morning cuddles with george? 🩷
Morning Cuddles | George Clarke
A/N: Thanks for the love! I just got all warm and fuzzy inside just thinking about this. Like I can just imagine George being such a soft boy and wanting to cuddle all day with his partner.
This turned out a lot shorter than I was hoping, but I have a longer fic coming up next week so I wanted to get out something shorter for now. Hope you enjoy!!
Pairing: George Clarke x GN!Reader
Warnings: Fluff
Word Count: 700+
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The morning sun gently filters through the curtains, casting a soft glow into the room where George and you lay entangled in each other's arms. It’s still early, and you're wrapped in his comforting embrace, his strong arms wrapped around your frame, feeling the steady rhythm of his breathing against your skin.
The sound of George's alarm interrupts the peaceful atmosphere, causing you both to stir from your slumber. With a sleepy groan, George reaches out to silence the alarm, his voice thick with sleep as he apologizes. "Sorry about that," he mumbles, his hand instinctively finding yours. "Go back to sleep, love." You feel his warmth as he begins to reluctantly pull himself from your embrace.
You yawn and sit up slightly, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. Slowly opening them, you're met with the sight of your boyfriend, his hair slightly tousled and sporting those soft curls you love that you think he doesn't show off enough. You offer him a sleepy smile as you assure him, "It's okay," before pulling him back towards you, snuggling even closer. "I'm awake now anyway."
With a soft chuckle, George wraps his arms around you, pulling you even closer against his chest. "Well, in that case, good morning, sleepyhead," he says, his voice laced with affection, as he presses a gentle kiss to your forehead.
"Good morning," you reply, your voice soft and filled with warmth, your gaze lingering on his features, captivated by his sleepy blue eyes. "I could get used to waking up like this every day." you add as you continue to admire his handsome face.
George smiles, his eyes crinkling at the corners with affection. "Me too," he murmurs, pressing another kiss to your forehead. "Me too."
With a soft smile, feeling the comforting softness of his t-shirt against your skin, inhaling the lingering scent of his body wash. You feel your body ease back against his and as the minutes tick by, you start to drift off to sleep again, lulled by the steady rhythm of George's breathing. However, right before you fall completely asleep, George gently shifts in the bed, a reminder that he needs to get ready for one of Chip's shoots.
You tighten your hold around him, a bit clingy, not quite ready to let him go. "Do you really have to leave?" you murmur, your voice tinged with sleepiness and reluctance.
George chuckles softly, his fingers tangling in your hair as he presses a kiss to your temple. "I'm sorry, love, but I do need to get ready," he says, his tone gentle but firm. He hesitates for a moment, his gaze lingering on your sleepy form before he adds, "But duty calls, and I can't keep the boys waiting."
You playfully pout at his words, and with a mischievous grin, you slowly move to straddle him, your hands finding their place on his chest. Leaning in close, you press a quick kiss to his neck before whispering in his ear, "Are you sure? I can make it worth your while to stay a little longer." Your playful tone is accompanied by a mischievous glint in your eyes as you try to tempt him to stay a bit longer.
George chuckles, his lips curling into a smirk as he pretends to consider your offer. "Tempting," he admits with a grin, his hands finding their way to your waist.
"But you know it won't just be a little longer, love" he murmurs with a playful glint in his eyes, his hands sliding up your waist as he leans in closer. He presses a soft kiss to your lips before gently maneuvering you off of him, his gaze lingering on your face with affection. "I promise, once I'm back, we'll spend the rest of the day together."
You sadly nod as George gets out of bed, a sense of longing filling the space between you as he heads into the bathroom. You watch him go, a soft smile playing on your lips as he bids you farewell with another tender kiss. His touch leaves a warmth on your skin, and as you hear the sound of running water from the bathroom, you already can't wait for him to return.
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I THINK HE KNOWS → g. clarkey
pairing — george clarkey x fem!reader
summary —what mr george clarkey would be like as your boyfriend <3
written for my 100 follower celebration
make me wanna know that body's like it's mine. he got that boyish look that I like in a man
clingy bf
but undercover clingy
like he'll play it off whenever anyone else is around but the second you're alone he will literally collapse his whole bodyweight on you and not let you up
such a sassy bitch
if you're an influencer/content creator as well then he will be so invested in any and all goss
"she did not!" "how dare they?!"
would refer to you as "the missus" in videos 24/7
or "the 'ole ball and chain" if he's feeling especially old-timey and cheeky
cannot wait to wife you up
like seriously
i feel like, as much as you love him, you'd rarely bring him as your plus one to a lot of brand events
especially if you're a beauty influencer
because you'd be out chatting to everyone and networking and he'd be awkwardly holding a drink in the corner bcs you're the only one he knows
bring grace instead xx
you'd be on saving grace
it'd be such a well rated ep because you'd have such great banter and taking the piss out of george and everyone
whenever you're getting ready for anything, george would just sit on the bed and stare at you
obsessed bf
he knows he got lucky
you got lucky too tho bcs he would litch do anything for you
he's such a sweetheart i love him
#sirenlulls cafe.#georgeclarkey#george clarkey x you#george clarkey x reader#george clarke#british youtube#youtuber x reader#youtube
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denial | george clarke
just a little fluffy george clarke drabble about him being ill
very drunk at posting, re-reading it's probably a little cringe
love u all <3
you loved george, you really did.
but when he was sick? he was infuriating, to say the least.
at first, he'd be in complete denial.
when you come round to his house after a day at work, slipping your shoes off at the door and saying hello to whoever was in the kitchen before making your way to his room, knocking gently on the door before walking in, and you see george curled in his bed, his skin damp from sweats, his duvet discarded and him left in only his boxers with a dumbly weak smile, you of course know he is ill.
"you didn't tell me you weren't feeling well," you said softly, sitting on the edge of his bed, not wanting to disturb him as he practically used all his energy to shake his head slightly.
"'m not ill, just woke up from a nap, that's all," he denied, and you rolled your eyes slightly at him. you could tell by his slightly raspy voice he wasn't well, if the sight in front of you wasn't enough. it was a little attractive, and you felt slightly weird finding your deathly looking boyfriend's sick voice hot.
"george, you're sweating,"
"it's warm in here, aren't you warm?" he babbled out, and you shook your head slightly at him.
"it's winter, it's bloody freezing. you don't need to pretend you're not sick, you idiot," you gently teased, and he groaned a little.
"i'm gonna go get you some water, do you want some paracetamol as well or anything?" you asked tenderly, and he pretty much ignored the question.
"didn't know you were coming round tonight," he said, and you shrugged.
"just felt like something might have been up, you've been sleeping the days away the past couple of days," you explained, and he shrugged back.
"just tired, thats all," he tried to lie through his teeth, but you just shook your head again.
"have you eaten yet today?" you asked, and george's head flopping back into the pillow told you all you needed to know.
you laughed a little, though endearingly, at him, "right, so what do you think you can stomach? chicken noodles? toast?"
"you don't need to make me anything, just stay here," he murmured as his hand loosely wrapped around your waist, in a feeble attempt to drag you into his bed, but you just laughed a little more, gently removing his arm.
"george," you insisted again, and he looked up at you almost guiltily.
"fine, i'll eat some toast if you'll stop worrying," he said quietly, and you nodded, pushing yourself back up to standing from his bed.
you had practically lived in the boys flat for a while now, so went to the kitchen and made some toast, along with grabbing some paracetamol and pouring a glass of water whilst waiting for the kettle to boil, thinking some tea might do him some good.
when you returned to the bedroom, he was sat up slightly in his bed, and you passed him the plate, two buttered slices of toast resting on it as you placed the paracetamol, tea and waterbottle on his bedside table.
"will you come sit down now?" george asked, and you giggled a little.
"you're very clingy when you're ill," you teased, "let me clean up some of the washing for you, and open the window, just to sort your room out a little and then i'll come," you said, hearing a slight groan of protest from george again.
"you don't need to clean my room, i'll sort it," he murmured, but you just rolled your eyes once more.
"you look like you'd pass out if you even stood up right now," you teased.
whilst you were picking up the crumpled clothes from the floor, damp with sweat, you could hear the occasional crunch of toast and you could feel his eyes on you, impatiently waiting for you to finish.
once you were done, you sat next to him, as he placed his half eaten toast on his bedside table and practically curled next to you, his arm wrapping lazily around your side and his head leaning against you.
you gently pushed the small amount of hair from his forehead, which had been practically stuck down with sweat.
"if you're still tired, you can go back to sleep, you don't have to stay awake for me," you reassured, but he just murmured out, "haven't seen you in a while, don't want you to be bored,"
"don't worry, i won't be bored. i might even nap with you," you laughed a little, and he practically pulled you down with his weight in a laying position, making you laugh a bit more.
"okay, a nap with you does sound good."
"let me just put on one of your shirts, okay? been in my work clothes far too long, and they're not the most comfy to sleep in," you explained, quickly walking to his dresser and getting changed, swapping your knit jumper for his shirt, and your pants for a pair of his boxers, george once again just watching as you did so.
"if i wasn't so ill i'd be so horny right now," he joked as you changed in front of him.
you grinned a little at his horny teenage boy esque mind, "so you admit you're ill?" you teased, and he rolled his eyes in return.
"i might be a little bit ill."
#georgeclarkey fic#george clarkey#chaos crew#georgeclarkey x reader#georgeclarke fic#georgeclarke x reader#george clarkey x reader#george clarke
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helpful | george clarke
i just thought this was sweet, so have a little george looking after his drunk gf :3
as soon as you had said the words 'oh, it's just a casual little thing, haven't seen the girls in a while', george just knew the 'little casual thing' would end up with you plastered.
not that he minded, of course.
so when he recieved a call at one in the morning, it didn't quite surprise him. he had waited up for the 'got home safe' text, waiting patiently for you to get to your apartment safe.
"hiya, love, everything alright?" he spoke, his voice slightly thick, just coming with the fact it was a little later at night, but he wasn't too tired.
"hi george!" you giggled in response, "everything is fineee! i was just calling to see if i could come round.. was gonna uber home but then i was missing you and thought i could come pester youuu for a while," you spoke in between slight drunk hiccups.
he laughed a little down the phone in response, "sure, you can come round. you sure you're okay getting an uber, or you want me to come pick you up?" he asked, clearly a little concerned at her drunken state.
"no, no! i can uber fine, gonna share with one of my friends, just wanted to let you know before i just showed up," you murmured happily again.
"well, in future, you can show up at the flat whenever you want, you know i like your company, lovie, and i know the boys don't mind either,"
and so when half an hour later he heard stumbling through his front door, and soft laughs as he could hear her bashing herself against the wall for support, he left his bedroom, laughing at the sight of her, against the walls, trying to slip her shoes off with great struggle.
though, even plastered out of her mind, he thought she looked gorgeous.
"hey, you. need some help?" he jested slightly, and you giggled a little at the state of yourself.
"no, 'm sure i can... y'know, get em off, just these laces, who tied these damn laces?" you rambled as you slid down to the floor to try and untangle the laces that you had undoubtedly messed up earlier in the night.
george crouched down, unlacing the shoes with a lot more ease then you had, and once you had managed to pull the shoes off, you used him as a support to stand up, still giggling into the crook of his neck as you did.
"so, seems you had a good night?" he teased, and you rolled your eyes playfully with a nod.
"cocktails were two for one, so naturally i had eight," you laughed back, "don't even think 'm too drunk now, more just sleepy,"
george scoffed a little jokingly at that one, "i think you're still a little drunk, darling, but its fine. we'll get your makeup off and you into bed, hm?" he offered, and you nodded, letting him lead you into his room in the boys flat, where he had a bathroom attached.
as you stumbled through, rifling through the draw in his bathroom that had been claimed as yours for makeup remover, he laughed at the noise, before you produced it in your hands.
"i can help you take it off, if you like," george offered helpfully, and you looked at him with a drunken grin, a small nod as he gently helped you sit on the vanity, gently beginning to remove it with a damp cloth and the remover.
"thank you for being so helpful, george," you babbled out, your hands practically clasping against his arms for support as he checked to make sure all the makeup was gone.
"you've picked me up from enough pub golfs for me to owe you, trust me. plus, you know i don't mind looking after you at all," he smiled reassuringly back.
"did you eat when you were out? you want food?" he asked, but you shook your head.
"m good, got myself some drunk chips," you laughed a little, "just wanna go to sleep, to be honest,"
"thats fine, we can go to bed, don't worry, i'm just gonna get you some water, okay? you can go borrow a shirt or something to sleep in," he reassured, helping you down from the sink and watching you gently pad your way to his bed, whilst he headed into the kitchen.
when he returned, he found you, already spread on the side of his bed that had become classicly yours, in one of his shirts, head on its side on the pillow, giving him a slightly dumb smile as he placed the water on the bedside table.
"your bed always seems much comfier than mine," you murmured against the pillow, and he laughed with a shrug.
"i always thought your bed was more comfy," he said in response as he lay down, his arm going lazily to your waist, facing you as his head touched the pillow.
"yours is definitely better, it always smells like you and i like that, smells like... sweaty george," you giggled a little, and he grunted in a teasing response, rolling his eyes playfully.
the moment he was in the bed, he found it funny how you instantly curled into him, to be closer, and he pressed a small kiss against your forehead as you yawned softly.
"see? could fall asleep already, you just relax me," you murmured against his chest.
"so get some sleep then, night, love." he replied. though, he couldn't lie, the thought of him relaxing you filled his chest with a strangely warm feeling.
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manager to missus | arthurtv
little social media au! arthur tv drabbly thing
first post! enjoy, sorry if it's a bit shit :3
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yourusername: turns out not being in london all the time isn't so bad, can actually see some stars in the sky
gkbarry: come back to london, i miss u x
↳ yourusername: i miss u more, ready for the podcast when you are
georgeclarkey: never thought i'd say this but please come back, chris cannot do anything without you sorting it out
↳ yourusername: afraid to tell you you will be stuck with chris for a little longer, suck it up
arthurtv: hope you're having a good time!
↳ yourusername: thanks arthur! will have to catch up when i'm back :)
↳ georgeclarkey: @/yourusername how come you're nice to him and i get told to suck it up ??
↳ yourusername: @/georgeclarkey thats because i like arthur more then you, glad we cleared that up x
chrismd10: slacking from work, typical
↳ yourusername: if you had to work with you, you would slack too x
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yourusername: if i have to go to one more cold place for the sake of filming i fear i may actually kill one of the boys
faithlouisak: kill ethan if you want, i might get some peace then x
↳ yourusername: on it, i think i was debating it after he flashed his arse at the camera anyways x
maxbaledge: don't come back with them, life without george has been incredible x
↳ yourusername: i will try my best x
chrismd10: you have to admit i was the least annoying this time
↳ yourusername: i fear you are incorrect, you were easily the most annoying
↳ chrismd10: what ?? propaganda going on here
↳ yourusername: you literally almost smashed me in the face with a football
↳ chrismd10: was just trying to fix your face for you
↳ yourusername: and you say you're not annoying??
arthurtv: i am with you on this i do not want to be cold any longer
↳ yourusername: we should unionise against chris together x
↳ arthurtv: time and place and i'll be there
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yourusername: so apparently i'm twenty four now, not a big fan, feeling quite old. at least i got to get very smashed to ignore it! ps, thank you everyone for coming <3
bambinobecky: glad u had a good night, was so lovely to see you x
↳ yourusername: absolutely, you too! glad you were there to neck pints with me in solidarity x
↳ bambinobecky: anytime, what i was built for x
chrismd10: i will forever hate you for guilt tripping me into doing all those shots just because it was your birthday
↳ yourusername: don't lie, you loved it
arthurtv: couldn't have missed it, drunk y/n is one of the best things out there
↳ yourusername: glad to be of service
arthurtv: also the first photo is very pretty
↳ yourusername: going to make me blush mr television
↳ arthurtv: sorry but not
gkbarry: picking you up from the bottom of your own stairs after tumbling down them was a real bonding experience x
↳ yourusername: stop outing me on the main, i'm trying (and failing) to be classy x
georgeclarkey: glad you had a good night!
↳ yourusername: crazy that you're only nice to me when its my birthday
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yourusername: well.. cats out of the bag ?
arthurtv: surprised it didn't come out sooner with chris' fat mouth
↳ chrismd10: hey i hid it for a while ! was getting bored
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arthurtv: to those who said i'd never go anywhere in life, i got a hot gf so
yourusername: clearly your biggest accomplishment
↳ arthurtv: too real it hurts
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