#George Frederick Harris

[lionofchaeronea]

Still Life of Fruit in a Basket, a Pineapple Alongside and Wine Bottle and Glass Behind, George Frederick Harris, 1901

[clarkeyshill]

late night talking

george clarke x fem reader

summary: george yaps whilst you try to sleep

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The bedroom was quiet aside from the hum of the fan that was cooling the room along side the drumming of George’s fingers on the duvet. He was sat with his back against the headboard and his knee bent, his gaze dropped down to your sleeping figure.

George gently tapped your shoulder making you stir as you tried to fight waking up, “Are you awake?” He asked through a whisper.

You murmured a ‘no’ pulling the quilt over your head trying to fall back to sleep.

George hummed turning his attention back to the ceiling as he started to drum on his knees again.

You rolled your eyes flipping over burying your head into curve of your boyfriends waist, George smiled letting his hand dropped to your hip.

As you slowly drifted back to sleep you were jolted back awake as you felt a jab into your rib, “George.” You grumbled, “go to sleep, please.”

“I can’t sleep.”

“Why?”

You felt the bed wiggle indicating that he shrugged. You flopped over onto your back with a huff, “Go on then.”

George grinned reaching over you to turn the lamp on before you glanced over at him, “Imagine if there was an apocalypse,” he started, you squeezed your eyes shut pretending to imagine it making a giggle leave George’s lips, “who would you choose to be on your team?”

“How many people can I have?”

“Four people.”

“Okay,” you nodded, tapping your chin as you thought carefully, “you obviously.”

George pumped his fist in the air celebrating, “I would’ve been so offended if you didn’t pick me.”

You laughed shimmying closer to him, “And then I’d pick Liv because otherwise I’d be bored.”

A chuckle left George’s mouth as he started to play with your hair twirling it softly between his fingers, “Two more people.”

“Bach, so Liv doesn’t get lonely.” You added, thinking through your list of friends trying to decide who else you would pick, “and then I’d pick maybe…”

You hummed, “I don’t know who else I would pick.”

“Neither of the Arthur’s?” George asked curiously.

You shook your head with a laugh, “no, tv would be too analytical for me, and hill is injured and would whine the whole time.”

George let out a laugh making you smile up at him, “What about Chris?”

“Maybe,” you nodded, thinking about it for a moment, “Alright, I’d take Chris because he can cook.”

“Fair enough.”

You looked over at your boyfriend expectantly waiting for his answer, “What about you, princess?” You teased, earning a glare from your boyfriend.

“If we’re thinking in a practical sense; I’d take Reev, Harry, and Chris.” He answered, counting them out on his fingers, “But if we’re talking in a don’t care if i die way; I’d take you…”

“Yeah. brilliant, thank you.” You grumbled, crossing your arms over your chest earning a laugh.

“And then I’d take Arthur Hill, Max and probably Arthur TV as well.”

You gave him a sarcastic smile, “that’s lovely.”

George laughed once again moving to lay down, “I have another question.”

You nodded turning on your side to face him, “What’s that?”

“When did you realise you wanted to be with me?” He asked, looking into your eyes adoringly noticing your cheeks darken at the question.

You shrugged your shoulders, “I don’t know.” You muttered, dropping your head down, “I always found you attractive I guess.”

“Obviously.” He joked, ticking your waist making you squirm.

“Stop,” you pushed his hand away with a laugh, “Maybe after my birthday.”

“What? This year? Honey, we’ve been together for 2 years.”

You slapped his bicep gently, “be serious will you.”

“After my 21st, we had been talking for a few months at that point, and you were chatting away to my parents and dancing with my baby sister and it just made me think of you differently.”

George smiled softly at you brushing your hair from your face, “That’s cute.” He cooed, kissing your forehead softly.

“Yeah, yeah.” You hummed, turning around so your back was pressed against his chest, “can I go back to sleep now?”

“Of course.” He smiled, kissing the crown of your head before turning off the lamp.

[clarkeybabey]

hanging up on them without saying "i love you"

Arthur Television

He calls back IMMEDIATELY bless him

you hear what sounds to be him running and based on the echo probably up a stairwell out of breath

"what the... are you okay?" there's a pause and he seems to have stopped sprinting

"'m fine, open your door." "what."

you stand perplexed in your kitchen for a moment until there's knocking on your door.

when you open it he is standing outside, his hair windswept with chocolate and your favorite drink

"What is this for?" "i just love you," he shrugs, pulling you into a hug, kissing the crown of your head

Arthur Hill

He's in soundcheck so he can't call back at that second

but he sends a text instead:

"ubereats'ed a coffee for you, baby💓"

you didn't understand why, but now your cheeks hurt from smiling.

"thank you, see ya tonight. I love you<3"

ChrisMD

calls back like 5 minutes later, and literally steps out of a meeting w/ his producers

"i said i love you, you gimp." "WOAH, is that really called for"

"just calling it how it is" The smile on his face can literally be heard in his voice, and then all you hear is the click of him hanging up

bro is such a bully wtf

George Clarke

stares at his phone thinking of every remotely terrible thing he's done in his lifetime

he swears there's nothing he can think of.

hes never done the whole relationship thing before so he texts you trying not to freak you out. he doesn't wanna be overbearing

after typing, deleting and retyping the same message a million and one times, he finally sends it: "everything okay?"

"sorry, I hung up with my cheek. i love you!!!"

he lets out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding, wiping imaginary sweat from his brow.

Harry Lewis

doesn't notice at first, as he's filming with the boys

when he has a second to sit down he sees a text from you

as he reads it he thinks back "holy shit, I'm in trouble"

he dials your number so damn fast

you answer and don't get a chance to speak

"baby, what'd I do?" "harry, what?" "you didn't say you loved me"

"Im sorry?" you're confused and he can hear it in your voice

"when you called earlier. you hung up and didn't say it back."

"That was four hours ago????" "doesn't matter. what happened?"

WillNE

he doesn't call back, but jim does!

"mrs. lenney, will's losing the plot, please tell him you love him."

"james, fuck off, mate." you burst out laughing, realizing your mistake but before you can correct it james cut in again.

"you don't even have to mean it," followed by shuffling and shouting.

now will's on the other end of the phone, "oi! of course she does. right, darlin'?" the uncertainty in his voice makes you laugh again

you decide to toy with him just a bit and skip over his question completely, "James, how are you?"

"both of ya can fuck off actually."

[w2soneshots]

Ethan’s stag do🍾✨. Good lorddd!!!

[fiftyfiftyfinchy]

Things George Clarke would do in a relationship <3

Spend way too long choosing the perfect emoji to text you because he thinks it’ll make you laugh.

Bake cookies with you but end up turning the kitchen into a flour explosion.

Overthink a small gift for your anniversary and eventually buy something incredibly thoughtful (but somehow funny, like matching socks with your favorite inside joke).

Forget to reply to your text because he got distracted filming TikToks, but he makes up for it with the sweetest voice note.

Suggest a movie night but fall asleep halfway through because he stayed up too late editing.

Leave you heartfelt sticky notes around the house just to make you smile.

Get flustered when he talks about you in videos or with friends, even though everyone already knows how much he adores you.

Call you just to share something “you won’t believe,” but it’s usually something adorable like a puppy he saw on the street.

Have a secret playlist of songs that remind him of you but play it off as “just a random mix” if you catch him listening to it.

Get flustered and over-apologizes if he accidentally says something slightly rude, then awkwardly try to make up for it with a cute compliment.

Playfully tease you but get all bashful if you do it back

Accidentally call you while filming a TikTok and spend 5 minutes trying to figure out how to end the call without messing up his recording.

Attempt to fix something small in your apartment, like a squeaky door, and somehow make it worse—but promise to “call a guy” later.

Lose rock-paper-scissors for who has to do the dishes and dramatically complain like it’s the end of the world (but he still does them).

Offer to help you carry bags from the car, take way too many at once to show off, and nearly drop all of them in the driveway.

Invite you to a group hangout but get all shy introducing you to his friends, even though they’re all super welcoming.

Over-apologize after accidentally interrupting you mid-conversation with his mates, only to end up making it even more awkward.

Let his friends tease him endlessly about how he acts around you, and try (unsuccessfully) to brush it off.

Plan a surprise date with help from his friends, but they accidentally let it slip in the group chat.

Ask his friends for relationship advice, and their suggestions range from "write her a poem" to "just send her a funny meme."

Take you along to a group outing and spend the whole time checking to make sure you’re having fun, even though his friends are making you laugh the entire time.

Sing silly made-up songs about random things you’re doing together, like cooking dinner or walking the dog.

Insist on showing you every single new TikTok idea he’s come up with, even the ones he knows are a bit cringe.

Have a special nickname for you that’s so random even he can’t remember how it started.

[ruu222]

i am on my knees

[insomniac4000]

More from Ethans stag

[andrew-rannells-mustache]

Not a single brain cell in the mutineer polycule (Goodsir doesn’t count)

Bonus:

[willboland]

@mcpodium had zero clue about my YouTube crushes so I am educating her 😌

[strogoff-era]

Doodle dump of the selkie AU ! Some cute stuff, some silly stuff and some rough ideas for a story arc (more under the cut !)

As most of the crew is against Silna, Graham is clearly on her side. She played a huge part on why he is still alive + they’re both selkies amongst a almost human-only crew.

Sir John doesn't like this at all. He particulary doesn't like seeing his fleeting authority being challenged by his own lieutenant. He makes Graham wears a collar, both as a way to physically control him in case he rebels and to assert his hierarchy.

Collars are a huge taboo for dog-selkies. They are a sign that the humans see you as an animal, that your life and freedom doesn't matter to them at all. They are humiliating, along with an actual health risk. Having to wear one makes Graham even more upset, angry and sad at Sir John.

Hodgson is the first one to notice the collar and understand all its implications. He brings this up to his fellow lieutenants who realize that this is the first alarm that their superiors are loosing grasp on everything...

[clarkeyshill]

white noise

george clarke x fem! reader

summary: you live in a different city for uni which causes tension between you and george.

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georgeclarkeey youre too sexy to die 😞

┃yourusername thanks for the encouragement

┃georgeclarkeey i try my hardest 😋

arthurnfhill please don’t die i cant deal with george 😓

┃yourusername ill do my best

┃arthurnfhill thank you

You sat by your desk gnawing at the inside of your cheek staring at your phone expectantly. It felt as if you were burning from the inside out, fighting back the tears that were pooling at your waterline. The pen in your drawing mindless shapes on the page instead any work.

You should’ve just gone to London when George asked then none of this would’ve happened and you could’ve got your work done anyways.

The pit in your stomach continued to grow throughout the day as no texts from your boyfriend lit up your phone. No updates from Chris or Arthur on if he was okay.

You felt helpless.

You felt lost without him.

You picked up your phone to send another text but stopped yourself not wanting to annoy him any more.

You dropped your phone to the desk and walked to your bathroom splashing water over your face to wake yourself up. You hadn’t slept, you couldn’t sleep, everytime you tried you were reminded of cold space next to you.

The soft sounds of knocking echoed through your apartment and you walked to the door in confusion opening it slowly.

“I’m sorry.” George apologised as soon as you made eye contact with each other, and your arms immediately wrapped around his neck holding him close, “I shouldn’t have gotten mad at you.”

George buried his head into the crook of your neck wrapping his arms around your waist, “No, I’m sorry, I should’ve just went to London. I wanted to but I’m just so overwhelmed and I didn’t want to stress you out.”

George pulled away cupping your jaw in his hands kissing your forehead lovingly, “Come on.” He muttered, “Lets get some more work done, so we can order food because I’m fucking starving.”

You let out a small laugh nodding as you both walked into your flat and George made himself comfortable on the sofa whilst you took your seat at your desk once again.

[mrtelevisionlover]

Masterlist

ArthurTV Secrets 2 3 4 You and Arthur are in a secret relationship, but you're not trying very hard to hide it. (smau)

George Clarkey Wildest Dreams 2 where your the opening act for arthur hill and george falls for you type of vibes.

Date night a datenight smau.

ChrisMD Style where you where one if the girls in the 20 women vs 1 youtuber football edition and fans start to ship you two.

[w2soneshots]

The three peaks challenge video is finally out on Chris’ youtube channel!!🤭💘🏔️

[fiftyfiftyfinchy]

okay I have a specific request — Ethan’s sister dating george???? I just feel like ethan would be a really fun but protective brother.

I'm sorry this took me so long to put together, my job has me in a chokehold this week! anyway I hope you like it :))

I’m not sure if I’m here for the free craft services or for the existential bliss of standing next to George Clarke. My brother—Ethan, Behzinga to the world—thinks I’m just bored. He thinks I’m tagging along for some wholesome family bonding or maybe to post behind-the-scenes TikToks featuring him and his goofy friends. He has no clue that what I really want is to watch George from every possible angle until I can’t breathe.  George and I are used to this—little side glances, inside jokes, a teasing tap on the shoulder that feels dangerously electric. Nothing official, but enough to make my chest tighten in anticipation every time we land on the same shoot.

I claim a spot near the plastic folding chairs—flimsy thrones for YouTube royalty—and pretend I’m not devouring George with my eyes. I sip water I don’t need just to have something to do with my mouth. At any moment, I’m convinced I might say something desperate, like “Can I live inside your ribcage?” which is not generally acceptable small talk. But the heat in my spine is so intense that my entire body is basically a tuning fork for desire.

George glances in my direction and a hush slides over me like a weird spiritual wave, but then I remind myself: girl, you are on a set full of cameras. You can't be caught thirsting over one of your brother's best mates. Everyone here sees everything. Except Ethan, who’s too busy ignoring me for the sake of “content” to notice the entire soap opera I’m staging in my head. Thank God for that.

Eventually, the filming starts—some big wheel of dares. It’s silly. It’s comedic gold. I laugh at appropriate intervals, feeling the headache of a forced grin. My face is so stuck in performative cheer that I worry I’ll never be able to frown again. But every so often, George’s eyes drift my way. Then it doesn’t feel forced at all; it feels like someone just pressed an espresso shot of lust into my bloodstream.

I imagine the corners of my mouth still have hints of a smirk when Ethan glances over, eyes full of big-brother protectiveness. Great. His “friendly, easygoing vibe” is over. I can’t help but roll my eyes in a cosmic sense of sibling dread. Because Ethan is the barrier between me and the arms I want to fling myself into. He’s the moat around the castle. He’s the guard dog who barks at everything.

The video ends. Confetti of half-laughter, half-exhaustion litters the air. I hover near the edge of the set, my phone clenched in a death grip. Across the room, George sets down a water bottle. I decide I need to do something dramatic, or I’ll spontaneously combust.

I walk over casually—at least I hope it looks casual, like I’m in total control of my heartbeat. “You did great,” I say, trying to sound breezy instead of delirious. George smiles his classic, impossibly warm smile.

“Fancy seeing you here,” George says, stepping to me with that crooked grin. There's something boyish in the way he leans in, like we share a secret the rest of the room couldn’t possibly understand.

“Right?” I laugh, a little breathless. “Almost like we planned it.” We’ve run this dance so many times, bantering on set, one-upping each other with witty remarks, smiling in ways that promise everything and nothing. But it still feels new—a micro-thrill every time he tosses me that look.

He brushes an imaginary speck of dust off my sleeve, an excuse to close the gap between us. “Oh, I definitely planned it,” he teases, voice low.

Then I hear Ethan’s voice: “Oi! What’s going on over here?” My brother, a sentinel, standing with arms crossed like his biceps can ward off romance. 

“Nothing,” I say. “Just being friendly to your guest, Ethan.” I infuse his name with a sweet venom. 

Ethan narrows his eyes but doesn’t push it. He stalks away—still suspicious— probably to the snack table where the rest of the guys are rehashing the best jokes of the shoot. 

George leans in, breath brushing the shell of my ear. “Text me when you’re free, yeah?”

My chest throbs with that old, familiar longing. “I will,” I whisper, feeling the ghost of his presence on my skin long after he’s stepped back. We share this conspiratorial nod, like two secret agents swapping contraband info.

He steps away and salutes me in a mockingly polite way, turning to follow Ethan and the guys. And I’m left there, fidgeting like some starry-eyed fool, full of swirling fantasies about how our next off-camera rendezvous might go. Maybe it’s crazy to think we can keep up this flirtation without someone catching on—especially my brother—but for now, it’s perfect: the hush of a secret too sweet to keep bottled up forever.

[pretendyoucanthearme]

read my fics: @pretendyoucantseeme 💖

[insomniac4000]

All of my faves in the next ChrisMD vid.