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saying something stupid like i love you | george clarke
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requested: how about the first time george clarke tells y/n he loves her?? love your fics btw babes
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You’d sent George off this morning for a Platform Roulette recording bright eyed and bushy tailed. Based on how they normally ended, you knew he would return completely different.
He texted you throughout the day, slowly being filled more and more with typos and the drunken ramblings you were used to from your boyfriend. Arthur Hill had the decency to send you a long winded voice note, background noise loud enough to nearly drown out his words as he lets you know when they’ll be back as, despite being the heavyweight out of the three in drinking, George was currently near blackout drunk.
You dread to think of how he ended up that way, but at 11 in the evening, you find yourself grabbing your phone, keys and overnight bag, heading off to the tube station to go to Kings Cross and grab your heavily inebriated boyfriend.
Passing the time on the tube, you plug your headphones in, blasting the newest Billie Eilish album. Birds of a Feather starts up and you find yourself grinning in your seat, remembering how George had heard you playing it one day and twirled you around your flat, one hand resting on your back as you slow danced through your kitchen.
Bopping your head along to the song, you pick up on the lyrics. “I’ll love you ‘til the day I die.” Despite the fact you and George had never said those three words to each other, you knew it was true. 9 months into the relationship, and you knew you were in love with George, and that he was in love with you.
The first time he had heard the song, mid kitchen dancing, the lyric played out through your speaker and George had looked down at you, eyes warm and happy as he leant down to kiss you on the last word. A non verbal admission to something you both knew.
Getting off at Kings Cross, you make your way up the escalator to the centre hall of the train station. Glancing across, you make out three slumped bodies on one of the benches. Huffing amusedly, you walk slowly across to the men, phone out and videoing the way one of the Arthurs was puckering up to a half awake George who barely had the motor skills to push him away jokingly.
Uploading the video to your story, you reach the three of them who drag themselves from their huddle on the bench. Both Arthur’s fling themselves towards you, one of them patting your head drunkenly, the same way a child would roughly pet a cat. Wincing as their fingers tangle in your hair, you gently settle them back onto the bench. Your eyes catch George’s half lidded ones, matching smiles spread on your faces.
Pulling himself up from the bench, he stumbles over to you, arms spread wide to circle around you. You welcome him in, scrunching your nose as the scent of beer, sweat and something distinctly George wafts through the air. “Hi, babe.”
Grumbling under the weight of a drunken George, you wave a hand to the two Arthurs, signalling them to come follow you. The pair trail behind you two, giggling behind their hands and making kissing noises as George presses sloppy kisses to your temple, cheek and anywhere he can reach.
Giggling at the way his beard tickles your skin, you pull out your phone to order an Uber. George grumbles under his breath about how he’ll pay you back, wincing as you spend nearly 30 pounds on an Uber XL, the only car available at this time of night on a Saturday.
Standing outside, you run your hand up and down George’s back as he leans against you, mumbling against the skin of your neck. You don’t pay much attention to his ramblings at first, too busy trying to keep an eye on the two Arthur’s chasing each other outside of Kings Cross station.
It’s only when you hear a soft “I love you so much” muffled against your neck that you focus back on George. You can tell he’s barely conscious, the words almost stumbling from his lips.
Flushing under the admission, you press a kiss to the top of his head. “I love you too.”
He grins up at you, reaching up to press a kiss to the corner of your lips. Wrinkling your nose at the taste of beer, you tuck his head back under your chin. He goes willingly, nuzzling into the space there and commencing his drunken mumbling.
Your phone buzzes to let you know the Uber is pulling up and you call out to the two Arthurs, dropping a half asleep George into one of the seats before wrangling the Arthur’s into theirs. Sparing the driver the pain of a 30 minute Arthur squared show, you sit up front, making small conversation with the older man as he sets off for the boys’ flat.
He correctly identifies George as your boyfriend, eyeing the sleeping man in the back. You hum in response, eyes flitting over the passing scenery as the car speeds through the London streets.
By the time you reach the flat, all three boys in the back are fast asleep. Sparing them a glance through the rear view mirror, you huff as you work out the best plan of action to get the three of them into the flat.
The driver must sense your apprehension, offering to help you out. You smile at him thankfully, offering to take George and Arthur Hill if he helps the other Arthur out. Sending a quick text to Chris in hopes he’s still awake to help once you enter the building, you step out of the car, moving round to open George’s door.
Shaking him softly, you manage to rouse him pretty easily, helping him out and slinging one of his arms over your shoulder. Arthur, on the other hand, is a lot harder to wake up. You’re about 2 seconds away from slapping him gently on the cheek, but George beats you to it. Unfortunately, his drunken state means the hit lands a lot harder than he intended and Arthur jolts awake, whining as he holds his cheek.
Rolling your eyes at your giggling boyfriend, you offer a hand out to Arthur, who takes it and steps out of the car ungracefully. Your phone buzzes in your pocket, hoping it was Chris saying he was on his way down.
Throwing Arthur’s arm over your other shoulder, you round the back of the car, watching as the other Arthur is currently deep in explaining the fact that a fish is in fact not a real thing to a rather perplexed looking Uber driver. The two of you share a glance before laughing softly at the drunken trio.
The Uber driver walks Arthur slowly over to the entrance whilst you stumble behind slowly, the combined weight of the drunk boys on your shoulders weighing you down. You catch Chris briskly walking through the lobby, dressed in shorts and an oversized t-shirt. He takes one look at the situation in front of him and you see his shoulders rise and fall in a huff as he wrestles Arthur from the driver.
The driver passes you, throwing a small smile your way. You mimic his expression. “I’ll be leaving a big tip, don’t worry! Thanks for this.”
He laughs at your exasperated tone, leaving in his car with a wave.
Chris grabs the other Arthur from your shoulder and you groan in appreciation as you straighten your back a little. The two of you guide the trio through the lobby and into the elevator, George now snoring softly against your shoulder.
By the time you get into the flat, Chris is about two seconds away from knocking the two Arthur’s heads together, instead bidding you goodbye as he walks into Arthur Hill’s room. With a hand on his back, you lead George to his bedroom, dropping him down onto the bed. He stretches out, limbs sprawling across the entire width of the bed.
You watch him for a moment, a small smile on your face before quietly walking out of the room. You meet Chris again in the kitchen, three mixing bowls in hand. He hands you one and you whisper your thanks before he disappears back into Arthur’s room. From the glimpse you managed to catch, the two Arthur’s are currently spooning in his bed and you pray Chris has taken blackmail photos of the two men.
Grabbing a water bottle from the fridge, you step back into George’s room. Setting the bowl down next to his side of the bed, you place the bottle on his nightstand, pulling out some painkillers from your bag and dropping them next to the water bottle. Quickly changing out of your clothes, you grab a t-shirt of George’s, pulling it over your head.
Pushing George onto his side of the bed, you slink in next to him, settling down for the night. Just as your eyes close, a heavy arm slumps over your waist, George’s face settling down into the crook of your neck.
Another mumbled “I love you” drops from his lips, the syllables sleep soaked around the edges. Grinning, you press a final kiss to the top of his head and close your eyes.
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You awake to a groaning George, the scratch of his stubble bristling against your neck as he burrows deeper, trying to hide from the light streaming through the gap in his curtains.
“Morning sunshine.”
He grumbles in response, the arm around your waist tightening. “I feel like shit.”
“Hmm, I wonder why that is.” Laughing at his responding stink eye, you slip from his grasp. He rolls onto his back, eyes tracking your movements.
Grabbing two towels from his wardrobe, you look back at him, one eyebrow raised. “Yes, George?”
He stays silent for a moment, dragging himself up into a sitting position. “I told you I loved you last night.”
You smile shyly, surprised he remembered last night. “You did. Twice.”
“And you said it back.” He smiles softly, eyes flitting over your face.
Nodding in response, you lean over the bed, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “I did.”
“That isn’t how I wanted our first I love you’s to be.” He whines, one hand pulling you back in for another kiss.
Scrunching your nose at his morning breath, you press a final kiss to his cheek before pulling back. “I thought it was cute. Drunk words are sober thoughts and all that.” You giggle as he flops back onto the bed, one hand running over his face.
Moving towards the door, you stop in the threshold, leaning against it. “So, you gonna join me in the shower before the other boys wake up?”
Chuckling at the speed of which George shot out of bed, one hand clutching his head at the rapid movement. “If I ever turn down that offer, I want you to shoot me.”
You throw the other towel at him, grinning as it hits him square in the face. “I love you too.”
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a/n: mr clarkey has made it onto tinycoffeeroom finally! thank you for requesting anon <3
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Two becomes three -George clarkey
words: 2.4k+
warnings: unplanned pregnancy, sickness, worrying, birth.
summary: you and your husband George’s journey to unexpectedly becoming parents along with your social media posts during your pregnancy.
notes: hello my loves! Here’s the request. I love writing fluffy fics like this🥹. I hope you all enjoy this extra long one shot!!🧸🎀🤍 (please lmk what you think!)
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y/username: baby has entered the chat @georgeclarkeey
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chrismd10: congratulations guys❤️
faithloisak: how cute!! So happy for you two🥹✨
max_balegdae: ahhhhhhhhh
y/nfanpage21: there's no fucking way!!🙊
user27549810: the random George jump-scare at the end lol
user60286430: didn't they just get married like five seconds ago?😅
I met my now husband George four years ago. He followed me on instagram, I followed him back and not long after that we were dating. Last year he proposed and just under a month ago we had our wedding, which was beautiful and only had our closet friends and family.
An hour ago I took a pregnancy test. I was only a day late on my period but I took it just in case. I could hardly believe it when I saw two lines and it was so faint that I convinced myself I was seeing things so I decided to sleep on it and then tell George when I knew for sure.
But I just couldn't keep it a secret. I blurted out, "George, I think pregnant." As soon as he walked through the front door after his shoot with Arthur tv. He was baffled. "You- woah- you think?" I nodded. He took a moment to process what I just said. "And you took a test?" He finally asked. "Yeah, the lines were really faint though. I was gonna wait until tomorrow to tell you but- it just came out."
He stepped forward and wrapped his arms around my shoulders. I let out a soft sigh of relief. "If you are then I'll be so happy," he whispered into my hair. I smiled, though he couldn't see me. "I'm so overwhelmed," I mumbled. His hand made its way up to my hair and he gently ran it over my scalp, silently reassuring me.
That night everything felt so strange. You're supposed to take the tests in the morning anyway for the most accurate results so we were just waiting and trying not to get our hopes up in case it wasn't positive.
The next morning I woke to an empty bed. I reached for my phone and then read the text George had sent me just ten minutes ago; "gone to buy more tests, hopefully I'll be back before you're awake x" I sighed softly then got up.
As I was brushing my teeth the front door clicked open and soon George was walking into the ensuite. He smiled softly as he wrapped his arms around my waist from behind, looking at me through the mirror. "Ready, love?"
"You look. I can't." I quickly passed the upside down test to George as we sat on the end of our bed. Just seconds before, the alarm on my phone rung but I couldn't bring myself to look at the test.
He took it and flipped it over. A wide smile spread across his face as an excited chuckle escaped his mouth. "Seriously?" I asked, shocked. "Y- yeah, you're pregnant!" He shot up of the bed. I giggled. "I'm gonna be a dad!" He pulled me up and into a bone crushing hug.
The next two months weren't very fun. At the beginning we were both so ecstatic. Then the morning sickness hit. I could barely eat, sleep and it was becoming impossible to make up excuses for why I couldn't go out.
George was like my rock through the entire ordeal. He was by my side every time I had to run to the bathroom, he held me and gently stroked my back as I tried to get some sleep, he pleaded with the doctor when we went for my first appointment hoping there was something, anything they could do and he let me ramble on about how I just wanted to feel normal again.
Slowly our friends figured it out and offered their help. The girls put together a basket and Faith made sure to include everything that helped her through her first trimester, Chris came round to keep me company while George had to go and film something for a brand deal and George's sister sat with me as we online shopped since I couldn't really go out.
When the sickness slowly started to ease off everyone was so relieved, George especially because he hated seeing me constantly upset. I was finally able to enjoy pregnancy, announce it on instagram and suddenly the last few months were erased from my mind.
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y/username: love, hate relationship with the heat
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taliamar: you're glowing babe!!💞
-> y/username: 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼
georgeclarkeey: 🐊
y/nfanpage21: the puppy🥹
user85299106: this is adorable
At twenty two weeks we went on our little baby moon. I spent twelve days relaxing in the sun while George fussed about suncream and making sure I was in the shade. Since becoming pregnant he's been much more protective, which I don't mind since it's never overbearing. He's just trying to help in anyway possible.
"Good morning sleepy head." George greeted me quietly, sitting on the side of the bed next to my sleepy form and gently pushing the messy hair from my face. "Mornin'" I mumbled, shuffling slightly. He leaned down to press a soft kiss to my forehead before asking if I wanted some breakfast, to which I immediately nodded.
We left our little apartment after getting ready and walked hand in hand down the street towards the cute little outdoor café we'd spent quite a few mornings in the past week and a half.
"Thank you." I smiled at the young girl handing me my pancakes. "Will that be all?" She asked politely after placing George's breakfast in front of him. I nodded and she walked away.
"Mmm, I'm so glad I can actually enjoy food again," I said after swallowing a mouthful of food. George just stared at me. "What?" "I just love watching you." I chuckled. "That sounds a bit creepy babe."
When the day came that our baby moon was over I was sad to be leaving such a beautiful place that I'd made life long memories in but I was secretly very excited to be going home and getting back into normal life.
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y/username: clearing out my camera roll✨
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arthurtv: fifth slide?😭
-> georgeclarkeey:🫃🏼🤰
faithloisak: stunning!!!
y/nfanpage21: you, the bump, the flowers, all so cute💝
user10479624: you're both going to be the best parents
The next few months were spent relaxing and preparing for the arrival of our baby, who we found out the sex of just after our baby moon. We had a little gender reveal at our apartment with our families and a few special friends. We decided on a cake, classic, cute and delicious.
"I can't tell!" George announced. I stood next to him, my hand holding the knife that was cutting through the cake. Both of us were trying to peek at the sponge but it wasn't until I pulled the slice out that we spotted the pink.
Immediately the room erupted into cheers. I placed it down on a plate along with the knife and I turned to my husband. Tears welled in my eyes and when he wrapped his arms around me and pulled my body off of the ground the commotion around us seemed to disappear and all I could focus on was us.
"We're having a girl," I whispered, as though I was trying to convince myself that this was actually real. He gently placed me down, his hands landing on my hips. "I knew it. Dad intuition goes crazy." I giggled before pushing onto my tip toes and placing a loving kiss to his lips.
After that day I was suddenly obsessed with buying baby clothes, what the nursery was going to look like and the realisation hit me that I was actually going to have to push a human being out of my body, though George was quick to reassure me about that.
"Baby's the size of a small pineapple this week," I informed George as we sat on the couch, my feet resting on his lap as he slowly massaged them through my socks. I turned my phone around so he could see the app that keeps track of the baby.
"That's huge." He muttered, eyes widening slightly. I chuckled. "When she's done cooking she'll be the size of a pumpkin." "Oh god, I'm sorry." My brows furrowed, an amused look on my face. "What are you apologising for?"
"You're gonna have to lug around a pumpkin sized baby," he replied, deadly serious. I just laughed, though I wasn't particularly looking forward to that.
The months flew by and suddenly I was actually carrying a pumpkin sized baby in my stomach. At thirty seven weeks my back constantly ached, I needed to pee every five minutes, I wasn't sleeping properly since I had a future gymnast kicking around in my stomach and all in all I was just uncomfortable.
Since I could now go into labour at any second George was watching me like a hawk. Every grimace when I felt an extra strong kick, every sigh and every time my hand touched my stomach he would sit upright and just wait for me to say something.
"I'm fine, George," I'd say. "Just checking," he'd reply and that interaction would repeat itself another one hundred times before the day ended.
"I won't go if you don't want me to, Chris can find someone else last minute," George whispered as we lay in bed, my back pressed against his chest as he gently drew circles on the side of my bump. "No, I'll be okay. It's only a few hours," I mumbled back, half asleep. "Okay, just promise you'll call me if anything happens?" "Promise."
He left early the next morning to film the football video for Chris' channel, meaning I woke up alone. I went about my routine like normal though it felt like it was taking me longer to do my usual things, like I was moving at snail pace, which was slightly strange but I brushed it off.
An hour later I lay on the couch scrolling through instagram when I felt a twinge in my lower stomach. My brows furrowed slightly. "That was weird," I thought but I continued to scroll.
Until I felt it again. This time I decided to keep my promise to George and phone him. It ring a few times before he picked up. "Everything okay? Is it the baby?" He said immediately in a rushed tone. "I'm not sure, I just feel... weird."
He took in a shaky breath. "I knew I shouldn't have come today! I'm coming home." "It's fine, I'm- we're fine. Calm down-" "no no, I'll be there in twenty minutes, love you." And with that he ended the call. I sighed, feeling slightly bad that he'd had to leave the shoot but also a little relieved.
Just under twenty minutes later he burst through our apartment door. I stood in the kitchen, hands on the countertop as I took a deep breath, eyes squeezed shut. I heard his bags drop then the sound of his feet racing towards me.
"You said you just felt weird!" He placed his hand on the small of my back. I looked up at him as the pain subsided. "I did! It started getting worse after I called you."
George collected himself. "Okay okay, you're having contractions?" "Mhm, think so," I responded quietly. "How far apart?" "Like five minutes." He thought back to the birthing class we'd gone to last month. "I think we've got some time and the woman said the first kid always takes a while so let's not stress," he tried to reassure me and himself.
"I'll go get the bag, you just- uh... breathe." I chuckled softly, already calmer now that he was here. He emerged from our bedroom minutes later with the small suitcase in hand.
It took half a hour to get out of the door, drive to the hospital and get checked into a room. After that we could both relax.
The contractions weren't unbearable but I wanted the epidural as soon as possible. "Hmf-" I squeezed George's hand. "Another one?" He asked softly. All I could do was nod. "You're doing amazing sweetheart, so so good. I'm so proud of you."
Once I got the injection I felt like a million bucks. I couldn't feel the contractions, just a little bit of pressure. I sat in the bed happily as I ate my ice chips. Before I knew it, it was time to push.
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y/username: we've been in our little baby bubble this week but I wanted to officially introduce you to Maddie Clarke🤍👼🏼💫
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taliamar: congratulations🥺💓
y/nfanpage21: I'M CRYING
user02781643: they're literally living the dream life omg!!
"She looks just like you," I said as I watched George's eyes fill with tears, his arms secured around his daughter, just ten minutes after she'd entered the world. He glanced down at me. "I love you so much, this is officially the best day of my life," he whispered. I smiled fondly and somehow I fell in love with George all over again, in a completely different way.
We spent a day and a half in the hospital before being discharged. It had been just me, George and the baby in a little room so it felt amazing to go home. I waddled after my husband as I watched him carry our newborn -who slept soundly in her car seat- out and toward the car. He strapped her in then helped me into the backseat.
"I get what people were taking about now," I said as he stared the engine. "Huh?" "I saw a video about the 'hot dad walk' out of the hospital and I totally get them." He chuckled, though he was cautious of the sleeping baby.
After a few days and once we were in somewhat of a routine his family came over to visit. His slightly younger sister was so excited and could barely keep quiet. "She's adorable. Oh my goodness, look at her little feet!" "Okay everyone, no touching until you've washed your hands!" He announced, pointing towards the kitchen sink.
I watched with a smile on my face as he fussed over whether Maddie's head was supported, it was extremely sweet how much he cared for and loved our daughter. I couldn't wait to watch as he became the best dad ever.
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George Clarkey | Interruptions
Summary: You and George are on a date when you are interrupted
The restaurant was perfect, in that understated way George always seemed to find. Cozy booths lined the walls, each lit with the warm glow of hanging Edison bulbs, and soft jazz music hummed in the background. It wasn’t too fancy, but it wasn’t casual either—just the right amount of charm to make the night feel special.
George sat across from you, his elbow resting on the table, his chin propped in his hand as he gave you that familiar, mischievous smile. His hair was slightly messy, like he hadn’t quite managed to tame it before he left the house, and his shirt—simple but fitted—clung just enough to remind you why you couldn’t stop looking at him.
“So,” he said, tilting his head slightly, “did I manage to impress you with my choice of venue? Or are you going to roast me for not picking somewhere with a view of the Thames?”
You laughed, shaking your head. “I think this place is perfect. Honestly, I’m more impressed you didn’t go for something over-the-top ridiculous. No themed restaurants, no 20-course tasting menus… Who are you, and what have you done with George Clarkey?”
He gasped in mock offense, placing a hand over his chest. “Wow. I invite you on a romantic evening, and this is how you repay me? Ruthless.”
“Romantic evening, huh?” you teased, arching an eyebrow. “That’s a big claim for someone who picked a place based on its five-star Yelp reviews.”
“Okay, first of all, Yelp doesn’t even exist here. And second, it’s not the restaurant that makes it romantic—it’s me,” he said, leaning back with a self-satisfied grin.
You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help laughing. “Sure, George. Whatever you need to tell yourself.”
As the evening went on, the teasing and laughter gave way to softer, quieter moments. Between bites of food and sips of wine, you talked about everything and nothing—your favorite childhood memories, places you wanted to visit, the kind of future you dreamed of.
George had a way of making even the smallest things feel important. He listened like every word you said mattered, his eyes never leaving yours, his expression shifting with every twist and turn of the conversation. It was in those moments that you felt the depth of what you had with him—something that went beyond the jokes and banter, something real.
“You know,” he said, his voice lower now, “I’ve been looking forward to this all week.”
“What, dinner?” you asked, feigning nonchalance even as your heart started to race.
“No,” he said, shaking his head slightly. “You. Spending time with you. Just… being with you.”
You felt your cheeks warm under his gaze, and for a moment, you didn’t know what to say. He always had this way of catching you off guard, saying something so genuine and unexpected that it left you speechless.
“You’re such a sap,” you finally said, but your smile betrayed how much his words had meant to you.
“Only for you,” he said, grinning as he reached across the table to take your hand in his.
By the time the plates were cleared and the bill was paid, the restaurant had begun to empty out, leaving just a handful of tables occupied. The soft hum of the music and the dim lighting made the space feel even more intimate, like the rest of the world had melted away.
As you both stood to leave, George hesitated for a moment, glancing around before looking back at you. “Wait,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
“What?” you asked, confused.
“I just… I don’t want the night to end yet,” he admitted, stepping closer. “Can we stay a little longer?”
You nodded, unable to hide your smile. “Of course.”
He led you over to a quieter corner of the restaurant, where a small booth sat tucked away from the main floor. The atmosphere felt different now—more private, more charged. As you slid into the booth, George sat beside you instead of across, his leg brushing against yours.
For a moment, neither of you spoke. Then, slowly, George reached up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers lingering against your cheek. “You’re beautiful, you know that?” he said softly.
Your breath hitched, and before you could respond, he leaned in, his lips brushing against yours in a kiss that was slow and deliberate, like he was savoring every second.
You kissed him back, your heart racing as you leaned into him, his hand sliding to the back of your neck to pull you closer. The world outside seemed to disappear entirely, leaving just the two of you in this perfect, stolen moment.
But then—
“Well, well, well. What do we have here?”
You froze, your lips still inches from George’s, as the unmistakable voice of Arthur Hill cut through the air like a knife.
Slowly, you turned your head to see him standing at the entrance of the restaurant, holding a pint in one hand and wearing a grin so wide it could rival the Cheshire Cat’s.
“Oh my God,” you muttered, your face burning with embarrassment as you pulled away from George.
Arthur, clearly enjoying himself, sauntered over, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “Clarkey, mate, you didn’t tell me you were going on a date tonight. Thought we were mates, huh?”
George groaned, running a hand down his face. “Arthur, can you not?”
“Oh, come on. Don’t be shy now,” Arthur teased, plopping down on the seat across from you. “You two looked very cozy back there. Don’t let me interrupt—carry on.”
You buried your face in your hands, mortified. “I can’t believe this is happening,” you mumbled.
George laughed softly, clearly torn between annoyance and amusement. “Arthur, seriously, can you not ruin this for me?”
“Ruin it? I’m enhancing the moment,” Arthur said, gesturing broadly. “What’s more romantic than a third wheel with excellent commentary?”
You peeked out from behind your hands, shooting him a glare. “You’re the worst.”
“I’ve been told that,” he said, unfazed. “But honestly, I’m happy for you two. Clarkey’s been talking about you non-stop for weeks, so it’s nice to finally see him make a move.”
Your eyes widened, and you turned to George. “You’ve been talking about me?”
George’s face went red, and he scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. “Uh… maybe a little.”
Arthur snorted. “A little? Mate, you’ve been practically writing poetry.”
“Okay, that’s enough,” George said, standing up and grabbing Arthur by the arm. “I think it’s time for you to leave.”
Arthur laughed but didn’t resist as George dragged him toward the door. “Fine, fine. I’ll let you two get back to your little love fest. But just so you know—I’m telling Chris all about this.”
“You do that,” George said, shoving him out the door.
As George returned to the table, his cheeks still faintly pink, you couldn’t help but laugh. “That was… something.”
“Yeah, sorry about that,” he said, sitting down beside you again. “Arthur has a talent for showing up at the worst possible moments.”
“It’s fine,” you said, smiling. “Honestly, it’s kind of funny. In a horrifying, mortifying sort of way.”
George grinned, taking your hand in his again. “Well, for what it’s worth, I’m glad we had this night. Even with the interruption.”
“Me too,” you said softly, leaning into him.
And as the night went on, you realized that no amount of interruptions could take away from what you had with George. Because even in the most awkward, unexpected moments, he still made you feel like the only person in the world.
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❝ but i'ma be under the mistletoe with you ❞
# prompts; 6: "They kiss under the mistletoe." 7: ^ but A does the, "Oops, I'm holding mistletoe above us, guess we have to kiss." thing.
# playlist; mistletoe - Justin Bieber
# word count; 737
# note; merry christmas to all who celebrate, & Happy Holidays to those who don't<333 i missed writing for arthur so much omg.
The holidays are always a stressful time, however, more than half of your family was abroad for Christmas this year, so you all had chosen to do your family celebrations on New Year instead. Arthur and Lisa were more than happy to have you with them instead.
You spent the morning making and eating a full English, exchanging gifts, and going through their old photo albums much to your boyfriend's protests.
His parents turned in early after a bit of chatter over a few glasses of wine, leaving you lying on the couch stuffed from both dinner and copious amounts of cookies. You tap the arm he has lazily resting on your chest, "'m gonna go get some water," he whines but when you lift his arm he sighs, dramatically letting it fall back against his chest.
"Don't be long," he calls out when you disappear off into the kitchen, his eyes catch a branch of mistletoe on the mantle he presumes his mum set out to add to her decor, giving him an idea.
He listens for you intently, when he finally hears you rummaging through the the freezer for ice, he takes the opportunity to set his plan into motion, he grabs the branch and leans against the door frame, silently watching you.
When you turn, you raise the cup to your lips until you spot him and more importantly the mistletoe he's holding above the door, making you snort, "if you wanted a kiss, you could've just asked," you mumble, shaking your head.
You shuffle toward him agonizingly slow. Arthur reaches out for you, his free hand pulling you into him by the front of your matching, festive pajamas. A confident smirk falls from your face, and a gasp escapes you at the sudden movement.
The feeling of the water swishing in the glass, the only sound now is the ice clinking against it. His voice interrupts the silence, suddenly having dropped an octave compared to earlier, "Oh look at that," his eyes flick up to what's pinched between his fingers, "Guess we might have to kiss, now..."
Setting the glass on the counter next to you, before you hum, "Think you might be right."
He smiles content with the fact that you're going along with things, he shrugs, "I don't make the rules," he pulls you into him impossibly closer, watching how your lips twitch slightly. You're floored and Arthur can simultaneously see and feel it, "May I?"
Smiling once more at how he never fails to make sure you're comfortable, "You may," somehow you've found yourself breathless at his words and demeanor alone. He dips down to catch your mouth with his, facial hair tickles your upper lip when he tilts his head to deepen the kiss.
Arthur's hands, warm and strong, slowly slide under the hoodie you had stolen earlier that morning. As he presses you back against the counter, your bodies locked together, you both freeze at the sound of a voice calling out just behind you, "Arthur, you've got a bedroom for a reason."
Lisa, shit. He steps away from you quickly, running his hands over his face and through his hair, "Sorry, mum," he mutters, he always talks about how comfortable they are with talking about certain things but you find yourself wanting to giggle at how he can't meet her eyes.
"She's a nice girl, she doesn't need to be done on my counter," you can't stifle your laughter now, you watch in your peripheral the way his face twists, "Mum! I understand, please," he pleads, obviously hating this conversation.
Lisa scoffs as she turns on her heels deciding she's said enough to his face, but she continues mumbling about raising him to be a gentleman as she disappears around the corner and shuts her bedroom door loudly.
"That's so embarrassing," he groans, hiding his face in his hands with a sigh. You reach for his wrists, tugging them away gently to reveal his reddening cheeks. "'ts not embarrassing," you reassure him, a small smile on your lips. "It's sweet; she cares."
He shakes his head, letting out a low chuckle as he drops it onto your shoulder. "Such a cockblock," he mutters into your ear. You flick the back of his neck, making him step back, rubbing the spot with a mock frown. "Maybe it's a sign we shouldn't be shagging in your parents' house, hm?"
#arthur hill#arthurhill#arthur hill x reader#arthur hill x you#arthur hill fanfic#arthur hill imagine#arthur hill fluff#arthur hill fics#arthur hill smut#arthurtv#george clarke#italianbach#chrismd#fluff
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all these little things
george clarke x fem!oc
summary: self-doubt, unconditional love, and a moment of vulnerability. based on one direction’s song little things
warnings: I don’t think this one shot needs warnings, but I will mention the fact of the oc has feelings of self-doubt and not liking oneself
1.8k words
Masterlist
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The rain had been relentless all day. The soft patter of it against the window almost seemed to echo Scarlett’s thoughts, steady and constant, like the storm brewing within her. She stood by the window, her fingers pressed against the cool glass, staring out at the blurry world beyond. It felt like the world had been reduced to a palette of greys: the sky, the pavement, the air. Even her reflection seemed dull, like it too had been swallowed by the sadness that had settled in her chest.
She hated these moments. The quiet, the stillness—it gave her too much time to think. Too much time to dwell on everything that was wrong. Her body, her face, her voice… All the things she had never quite loved about herself.
Her eyes traced the pattern of raindrops sliding down the glass, each one a reminder of the imperfections she couldn’t escape. The freckles across her cheeks. The curve of her waist that never felt quite right. The way her hair fell in wild waves, unruly no matter how much she tried to tame it.
"Scarlett?"
The voice broke through her thoughts, and she turned just as George stepped into the room, his frame filling the doorway. His face was tired from the long day of filming, but there was something in his eyes—a softness that only ever appeared when he looked at her. His smile, so effortlessly kind, pulled at something deep inside her.
"Yeah?" Her voice was quiet, almost like she didn’t want to disturb the fragile peace they had built between them.
He studied her for a moment, his eyes narrowing slightly as if he could see right through her quiet exterior. "You okay?" he asked, taking a slow step forward.
Scarlett forced a smile, but it was weak—just a curve of her lips that didn’t reach her eyes. "Yeah, just... thinking."
George didn’t believe her. He never did. He had an uncanny ability to read her like an open book, even when she was trying so desperately to hide what she was really feeling.
"You’re overthinking again, aren’t you?" he said, his voice soft but knowing.
She sighed, her fingers tightening around the edges of the windowsill. "I’m fine. Just... feeling a bit off today."
He took another step closer, closing the distance between them. "I know you better than that," he said, a hint of teasing in his tone. But it was gentle—caring. "I can see it in your eyes. Something’s bothering you."
Scarlett bit her lip, unwilling to let her insecurities spill out just yet. But they were there, swirling beneath the surface, gnawing at her from the inside. She didn’t want to let him see how weak she felt. How broken. She wanted to be the person he thought she was—the person who was strong and confident, the one who made him laugh with ease.
But it was hard. So hard.
"I just..." She trailed off, unsure of how to put her feelings into words. "I don’t like the way I look today. I feel... off. Like I’m not good enough."
George’s expression softened, his eyes searching hers with such tenderness that it almost made her want to look away. But she didn’t. She couldn’t. Because deep down, she knew that if she looked away, she would lose him. She could never bear that.
"You’re perfect" George said, his voice low and steady, the words slipping from his lips with ease as if they were the truth, plain and simple.
“I'm really not, honestly i'm the furthest thing from it” She ran her hand up and down her arm almost as a way of self soothing
"Scarlett," he began, his voice a steady anchor in the storm of her self-doubt. "You are perfect to me. All of you. The things you don’t like, the things you think make you less than... those are the things that make me love you even more."
She shook her head, almost imperceptibly, feeling the weight of her doubts rise again. "But I don’t like the way I look, George. The dimples in my back... I hate them. The crinkles by my eyes when I smile—"
"Stop." He cut her off gently but firmly, his hands sliding to her waist as he pulled her closer. "I love every little thing about you. I love the way your cheeks flush when you laugh, the way your hair curls when it’s damp. I love the way you talk in your sleep when you’ve had too much tea." He paused, his lips curling into a grin. "I love the sound of your voice, even when you think it sounds ridiculous. It’s music to my ears."
Scarlett’s chest tightened, the familiar ache of emotion settling in as George’s words washed over her like a warm wave. He wasn’t finished, though. He never was when it came to her.
"I love the way you fidget with your hands when you’re nervous," he continued, his voice low and tender. "The way you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear when you’re trying to pretend you’re not anxious. I love the way your laugh sounds like the first drop of rain on a hot day. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted, Scarlett, and I will never understand why you can’t see it."
"But I’m not—"
"Perfect?" he finished for her, his thumb brushing along her cheekbone. "You are. To me, you are. And that’s all that matters. I love all of it. Every single thing you think is a flaw... those are the things that make you who you are. And I wouldn’t change a single thing about you, Scarlett."
"But..." She swallowed, the lump in her throat growing. "I don’t even like myself sometimes."
George’s eyes softened, a deep, undeniable sorrow in his gaze. "I know," he said quietly, his thumb continuing its gentle stroke across her cheek. "But that’s why I’m here. I’ll love you enough for both of us, Scarlett. And someday, you’ll see yourself the way I see you. I promise."
Scarlett shook her head, a laugh that was more bitter than anything escaping her lips. "It’s not that easy."
"I never said it would be," George murmured, his lips brushing against her forehead, "But it’s worth it. You’re worth it."
She closed her eyes, the weight of his words settling on her chest like a warm blanket. The idea of being loved so completely, without condition, was almost foreign to her. It made her feel both vulnerable and safe, both terrified and alive. She had never known a love like this. Not one that saw her as she truly was, with all her imperfections, and still chose her every single day.
Scarlett felt a lump form in her throat, the weight of his love almost unbearable. She was used to feeling invisible, to hiding behind the walls she had built over the years, afraid that no one would ever really see her. But George saw her, truly saw her, and it was terrifying in the most beautiful way.
She closed her eyes, a tear slipping down her cheek as she pressed her face into the warmth of his chest. "But what if I can’t believe it? What if I can’t believe I’m worth it?"
George gently cupped her face, lifting her head to look into her eyes. "Then I’ll remind you every single day. Every little thing about you is perfect to me. And one day, you’ll see it, too."
"I don’t deserve you," she whispered, her voice barely audible, as if speaking the words out loud might make them real.
George’s hands slid back to her waist, pulling her closer until their bodies were flush against each other. He leaned in, his forehead resting gently against hers. "That’s where you’re wrong," he murmured. "You deserve everything, Scarlett. And I’m going to spend every single day showing you that."
Her chest tightened, the emotions swirling inside her threatening to break free. She wanted to believe him. She wanted to believe that she was worthy of this love, but the scars of years of self-doubt were hard to erase. Still, there was something about George’s unwavering certainty that made her want to try. To fight the darkness inside and let him in, fully and completely.
"You don’t have to love everything about yourself," George continued, his voice barely above a whisper. "You don’t have to see it yet, but I do. I see every little thing about you, and I love it. I love how you’re always there for me, even when you don’t believe in yourself. I love how you laugh at the silliest things, how you always know just what to say to make me feel better. I love the way you look at the world, like it’s a canvas and you’re the artist painting your own masterpiece."
Scarlett’s heart fluttered in her chest, the walls she had built around herself starting to crack. The love in George’s eyes, the way he looked at her as if she were the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen—it was too much. Too beautiful, too real.
"I truly don’t deserve someone like you," she said again, but this time, her voice trembled with the faintest hint of hope.
"Scarlett," George said, his voice firm but tender, "I don’t deserve you either. But here we are. And I wouldn’t want it any other way."
She closed her eyes again, pressing her cheek to his chest as the tears now fully unleashed. He held her tighter, his arms wrapping around her like a shield, a promise that he would never let go. She didn’t need to be perfect for him. She didn’t need to change a single thing about herself.
"I love you," she whispered, her voice shaky but sincere. "I love you so much."
"I love you too, Scarlett," George murmured, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. "And all those little things you think are flaws? They’re the things I love the most."
They stood there, together, in the quiet of their shared space, letting the world outside fade away. The rain continued to fall, but inside, there was nothing but warmth, acceptance, and love. All the little things—the ones Scarlett had spent so long trying to hide—had become the very reasons George adored her.
As he pressed another soft kiss to her forehead, Scarlett allowed herself to close her eyes, feeling the warmth of his love surround her like a blanket. Maybe she didn’t have all the answers, maybe she would never fully see herself the way George did, but in that moment, she was enough. She was loved and that, for once, felt like enough. And even if only temporarily Scarlett allowed herself to believe it.
#george clarke#george clarke fics#george clarkey#george clarkey fic#george clarkey imagine#george clarkeey#george clarke fluff#british youtubers#youtube fanfic#youtube imagine#british youtube#uk youtubers#uk youtube#youtube
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love me, love me
george clarkey x fem! reader
a tiny headcanon of george and his need of physical touch (374 words)
hello!!! here's a little something i wrote on the train! let me know what you think - enjoy! 💗✨
okay so this man has always got to be touching you
or at least all up in your personal space
out in public he has his hand in yours, or around you shoulder, or holding your waist, or in your back pocket
even just linking your pinkys
and is. not. ashamed.
in private it’s even worse better
will just lay on top of you
head in your neck or on your chest and just has this cute little content smile on his face
staying at his place and having a movie night with the boys and them just looking at you two with disgust
(but also lowkey with adoration because they love that george is happy)
alex and arthur tease him by calling him cuddle bug
he pretends that it annoys him but he actually loves because it’s true
he is your cuddle bug 😌
his wallpaper is definitely a picture of you both during one of said movie nights that alex took of you cuddled up on the end of the couch with a bowl of popcorn and huge smiles on your faces
and in bed???
his hands are either on your hips, your boobs, in your hair, around your neck
HAND HOLDING! HAND HOLDING! 🥵
links his hands in yours on the pillow above your head and leans down to nip and whisper in your ear
anyways!
getting ready for bed and brushing your teeth, doing your skincare in the bathroom and in walks george
wraps his arms around your waist and rests his head on your shoulder while watching you in the mirror as if your hanging the stars in the sky
even though he’s seen you do this countless times
and then when you’re done he’ll grab your hand and walk you into bed
once you’re both under the covers he is pulling you straight into him
sometimes your head is on his chest, other times it’s tucked under his arm
his hands are around your waist while yours are either holding him or just resting on his chest
legs tangled together like a pretzel
and then you somehow wake up even closer
moral of the story;
if it was possible to get inside your skin, george would do it 😪🌷💛
#lunarwts#george clarkey x reader#george clarkey#george clarke#georgeclarkeey#george clarkey fic#george clarkey imagine#george x reader#british youtuber#youtube fanfic#youtube imagine#youtuber x reader#imalexx#eboys#tiktok
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hey guys! sorry for not updating much recently, i have really bad writers block rn so please send any ideas or requests you have i'm literally begging
have a great day/night ♡
#formula 1#f1#formula one#formula 1 x reader#f1 x reader#f1 fanfic#f1 x you#lando norris#lando norris x reader#max verstappen#max verstappen x reader#charles leclerc#charles leclerc x reader#carlos sainz#carlos sainz x reader#oscar piastri#oscar piastri x reader#lewis hamilton#lewis hamilton x reader#george clarke#george clarkey#george clarke x reader#george clarkey x reader#arthur hill#arthurtv#arthur tv#arthurtv x reader#italian bach#arthur hill x reader#sidemen
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So now wattpad is imploding, Tumblr is slow where do I get my fix?
A03 is a wasteland when it comes to ChrisMD/sidemen and friends content.
Well there's a lack of Mr MD content in general.
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WHO I WILL WRITE ⌿
keys (what i would write for the chars) :
- angst - *
- fluff - ^
- smut - ‘
youtubers/tiktokers :
zerkaa (josh) *^‘
wroetoshaw (harry) *^‘
miniminter (simon) *^‘
george clarke *^‘
arthur tv *^‘
top gun :
jake 'hangman' seresin *^‘
bradley 'rooster' bradshaw *^‘
shameless :
lip gallagher *^‘
carl gallagher *^‘
ian gallagher *^‘
the hunger games :
peeta mellark *^‘
finnick odair *^‘
coriolanus snow (tbosas) *^‘
sejanus plinth *^‘
heartbreak high :
malakai *^‘
ant *^‘
spider *^‘
cash *^‘
actors ( *^‘ )
request any actor, theres a big chance i will write about them.
/ xtra
i may write more characters from movies/tv shows, request them and i will think about it.
you can request multiple characters in the same group, but must include m!reader in your prompt message.
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⭐️who i write for⭐️
mcu
steve rodgers
bucky barns
peaky blinders
thomas shelby
dc
clark kent
batman (ben affleck) & battinson
got
robb stark
jon snow
hotd
aegon targaryen
daemon targaryen
queen charlotte
king george
nhl
brock boeser
auston matthews
jacob markstrom
celebrities
jack harlow
cod
könig
ghost
challengers
art donaldson
#jack harlow#hotd smut#hotd x reader#robb stark#jon snow#daemon fanfic#aegon targaryen x reader#clark kent#batman#king george bridgerton#stevebucky#steve rogers#bucky barns fanfiction#bucky barns smut#brock boeser#auston matthews#jacob markstrom#who i write for
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*cough* SEND ME REQUESTS PLEASE *cough*
.☽༊˚ three word prompts
¹⁾ “it’s getting late”
²⁾ “you look terrible.”
³⁾ “who did this?!”
⁴⁾ “i feel awful.”
⁵⁾ “they’re all lying.”
⁶⁾ “let me help.”
⁷⁾ “try to eat.”
⁸⁾ “i’m so tired.”
⁹⁾ “just tell me!”
¹⁰⁾ “it’s for you.”
¹¹⁾ “i tried calling.”
¹²⁾ “this is fucked.”
¹³⁾ “here- try this!”
¹⁴⁾ “you’re a nightmare.”
¹⁵⁾ “can’t sleep either?”
¹⁶⁾ “you never answer!”
¹⁷⁾ “…that’s my shirt.”
¹⁸⁾ “i’m running late.”
¹⁹⁾ “here’s my number.”
²⁰⁾ “you look amazing.”
²¹⁾ “it’s work, again.”
²²⁾ “not here, please.”
²³⁾ “please, don’t cry.”
²⁴⁾ “it’s all over.”
²⁵⁾ “you’re safe now.”
²⁶⁾ “come to bed.”
²⁷⁾ “let me help.”
²⁸⁾ “fancy a drink?”
²⁹⁾ “i didn’t! swear!”
³⁰⁾ “oh, fuck me.”
³¹⁾ “no-one’ll hurt you.”
³²⁾ “it’s pouring out!”
³³⁾ “take my coat.”
³⁴⁾ “come here, idiot.”
³⁶⁾ “are you alright?”
³⁷⁾ “c’mon- try this.”
³⁸⁾ “what’s the time?”
³⁹⁾ “my back’s sore.”
⁴⁰⁾ “lean on me.”
⁴¹⁾ “take a picture!”
⁴²⁾ “please, let go.”
⁴³⁾ “how’d you remember?”
⁴⁴⁾ “that’s not fair.”
⁴⁵⁾ “got my flowers?”
⁴⁶⁾ “it’s so cold.”
⁴⁷⁾ “take my bed.”
⁴⁸⁾ “do you care?”
⁴⁹⁾ “where’re you from?”
⁵⁰⁾ “you look exhausted.”
⁵¹⁾ “argh- you’re freezing!”
⁵²⁾ “it’s not safe!”
⁵³⁾ “don’t go there.”
⁵⁴⁾ “that tastes… different.”
⁵⁵⁾ “this shouldn’t hurt.”
⁵⁶⁾ “you’re so warm.”
⁵⁷⁾ “your hair’s soft.”
⁵⁸⁾ “where’d that happen?”
⁵⁹⁾ “…that’s not mine.”
⁶⁰⁾ “i never lied.”
⁶¹⁾ “is that mine?”
⁶²⁾ “the lock’s broken.”
⁶³⁾ “the path’s stopped.”
⁶⁴⁾ “… cake? seriously, now?!”
⁶⁵⁾ “another cold case?”
⁶⁶⁾ “i smell smoke.”
⁶⁷⁾ “pick a movie.”
⁶⁸⁾ “we just kissed.”
⁶⁹⁾ “peach lip gloss?”
⁷⁰⁾ “i missed you.”
⁷¹⁾ “your mascara’s ruined.”
⁷²⁾ “the trail’s cold.”
⁷³⁾ “i run hot.”
⁷⁴⁾ “take my hand!”
⁷⁵⁾ “vodka at midday?”
⁷⁶⁾ “you started it!”
⁷⁷⁾ “your cooking’s phenomenal.”
⁷⁸⁾ “the dog’s cuter.”
⁷⁹⁾ “there’s one bed.”
⁸⁰⁾ “it’s too hot.”
⁸¹⁾ “i’m too old.”
⁸²⁾ “it’s a mistake!”
⁸³⁾ “the motel’s closed.”
⁸⁴⁾ “my ring’s missing.”
⁸⁵⁾ “he isn’t answering.”
⁸⁶⁾ “oh. i’m sorry.”
⁸⁷⁾ “have you eaten?”
⁸⁸⁾ “ah- that’s enough.”
⁸⁹⁾ “what’s wrong now?”
⁹⁰⁾ “you’ve been crying.”
⁹¹⁾ “let me drive.”
⁹²⁾ “nice uniform, dickhead.”
⁹³⁾ “the ladder’s gone!”
⁹⁴⁾ “that’s gonna bruise.”
⁹⁵⁾ “fuck- you’re sick.”
⁹⁶⁾ “i made breakfast.”
⁹⁷⁾ “careful, it’s hot.”
⁹⁸⁾ “got a lighter?”
⁹⁹⁾ “just- why him?”
¹⁰⁰⁾ “you’re safe here.”
¹⁰¹⁾ “we’ve gotta leave.”
¹⁰²⁾ “there’s sand everywhere!”
¹⁰³⁾ “you fell asleep.”
¹⁰⁴⁾ “your birthday’s tomorrow.”
¹⁰⁵⁾ “you killed it!”
¹⁰⁶⁾ “…this is awkward.”
¹⁰⁷⁾ “you lost, sucker!”
¹⁰⁸⁾ “fuck- you’re bleeding.”
¹⁰⁹⁾ “wear that dress.”
¹¹⁰⁾ “sorry for that.”
¹¹¹⁾ “fucking shut up!”
¹¹²⁾ “my wallet’s missing.”
¹¹³⁾ “the electricity’s out.”
¹¹⁴⁾ “just my luck.”
¹¹⁵⁾ “you’re drunk, honey.”
¹¹⁶⁾ “call an ambulance!”
¹¹⁷⁾ “what’s that smell?”
¹¹⁸⁾ “shit, i’m hit.”
¹¹⁹⁾ “we’ve been made.”
¹²⁰⁾ “it’s so early.”
¹²¹⁾ “what’s wrong now?”
¹²²⁾ “let it go!”
¹²³⁾ “fix your makeup.”
¹²⁴⁾ “the damage’s done.”
¹²⁵⁾ “please, don’t tell.”
¹²⁶⁾ “i didn’t cheat!”
¹²⁷⁾ “how’s the hangover?”
¹²⁸⁾ “i’ll do better.”
¹²⁹⁾ “sh, i’ll pay.”
¹³⁰⁾ “i’m going home.”
¹³¹⁾ “the bath’s ready.”
¹³²⁾ “they loved you!”
¹³³⁾ “that’s your nickname?!”
¹³⁴⁾ “stay the night.”
¹³⁵⁾ “show me. now!”
¹³⁶⁾ “…a ball gag?!”
¹³⁷⁾ “that painting’s… unique.”
¹³⁸⁾ “christ, that’s strong.”
¹³⁹⁾ “my face hurts.”
¹⁴⁰⁾ “the basement flooded.”
¹⁴¹⁾ “your lipstick’s everywhere!”
¹⁴²⁾ “you’re a nutjob.”
¹⁴³⁾ “mind the glass!”
¹⁴⁴⁾ “go to sleep.”
¹⁴⁵⁾ “let me see.”
¹⁴⁶⁾ “it’s so late.”
¹⁴⁷⁾ “cute glasses, dork.”
¹⁴⁸⁾ “you want what?!”
¹⁴⁹⁾ “this is mental.”
¹⁵⁰⁾ “it’s a wedding!”
#f1#f1 x reader#f1 fanfic#arthur frederick#arthur hill#chris dixon#chris md#george clarke fics#george clarkey#youtube#uk youtubers
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a george clarkey x reader fic where they just constantly flirt and joke around but its in a video so everyone sees it and they start shipping them🥹
if not, thats totally okay!🫶🏽
Obvious -George clarkey
warnings: none.
summary: the internet impatiently wait for you and George to announce your extremely obvious relationship.
notes: hello lovely! I decided to make this into a social media au since I haven’t done one in so long and I’ve been waiting to use all the good George pics🤭. I hope you enjoy!!🌟💕
Liked by _gkbarry, arthurtv and 213,358 others
y/username: @georgeclarkeey had me working tirelessly to film content for you all today so he bought me lunch😏✨
-comments-
georgeclarkeey: ft my incredible camera skills
-> y/username: yeah tbf that first photo slaps
max_balegdae: slayed
y/nfanpage21: yassss f1!!🏎️
user64332985: they'd be so good together
y/username & georgeclarkeey
Liked by chrismd10, taliamar and 694,655 others
y/username: umm... sorry for the wait?
-comments-
_gkbarry: woooo so happy for u two❤️
arthurnfhill: hard launch!!!!!
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George Clarke |The Challenge
Summary: You and George meet for the first time
The pub had the kind of buzz that made it feel alive, the mixture of warm light, clinking glasses, and the hum of conversation. It was a Friday night, and I’d come out with a couple of friends to unwind after a long, hectic week. The air smelled faintly of spilled beer and fried food, the kind of familiar pub scent that felt grounding.
We’d grabbed a small table by the window, perfect for people-watching, and I settled in with a gin and tonic, enjoying the low chatter of my friends. They were talking about work and the usual nonsense, but my mind wandered, lost in the rhythms of the night. Outside, the streets were busy with people making their way home or heading out for the night, and in the midst of it all, I felt a sense of calm.
That’s when I saw him.
He was standing at the bar, leaning against the counter with his two friends, deep in conversation. His presence stood out even from across the room. His hair was tousled in that effortless way that made it look like he hadn’t tried at all but still looked perfect. A black jumper hugged his shoulders in just the right way, and the way he laughed—loud, unrestrained, and genuinely carefree—caught my attention.
I couldn’t help but watch as he laughed with his friends, his head thrown back, his brown eyes sparkling with mischief. And then, as if on cue, his gaze shifted. For a second, our eyes locked, and I felt a flicker of something—a spark I couldn’t quite explain. I quickly looked away, trying to shake off the feeling, but I felt the warmth spread across my cheeks.
When I dared a second glance, I saw him looking at me again. This time, he didn’t look away. His gaze lingered, and then he said something to his friends. They turned, smirking at me, clearly in on some private joke. The taller of the two gave him a subtle nudge.
I glanced at my friends, who noticed what was happening and exchanged knowing looks. One of them smirked. “Well, you’ve caught someone’s eye,” they whispered.
I rolled my eyes, trying not to show the mix of nervousness and intrigue swirling inside me. I didn’t know him, so why should it matter? But then I saw him push away from the bar, and my breath caught slightly as he began walking toward me. There was a quiet confidence in the way he moved, but something else, too—maybe uncertainty. I couldn’t quite place it.
He stopped just a few feet away from my table, his gaze flicking nervously between me and the empty seat across from me. “Hi,” he said, his voice smooth but with a hint of hesitation, like he wasn’t entirely sure whether he should be here. “I hope I’m not interrupting anything?”
I glanced up at him, feigning indifference even though my pulse quickened. “Not at all,” I replied, gesturing to the seat. “Take a load off.”
He smiled, his whole face lighting up, and sat down without further hesitation. I couldn’t deny the effect he had on me—there was something magnetic about him, something that drew me in despite myself.
“I’m George,” he said, offering his hand. “Sorry if this is a bit forward. I saw you from across the room, and my mates… well, they dared me to come over.”
I shook his hand, a little surprised by the warmth and firmness of his grip. “I’m…” I started, but then paused, smiling slightly. “You can just call me… interesting, I guess.”
George laughed, clearly amused. “Interesting, huh? Well, that’s a bold statement, but I’m not one to argue with it.”
I arched an eyebrow. “You’re smooth. I’ll give you that.”
“Well,” he leaned back in his chair, a playful glint in his eye, “I’d say I’m just confident. Confidence is key, right?”
“I guess it is,” I said, taking a sip of my drink, still unsure what to make of him. He had this smooth, almost practiced charm, but there was something genuine about the way he spoke—like he was trying to connect, not just impress.
“So, tell me something interesting,” George said, leaning forward, clearly intrigued. “What’s your story?”
We spent the next few minutes exchanging small talk, at first just filling the space with casual conversation about work, the pub, and the weather. But as time passed, it became clear that the more we talked, the more the tension between us shifted. I found myself relaxing, laughing at his stories and genuinely enjoying his company. His friends, meanwhile, were at the bar, watching us with exaggerated interest.
“Don’t let them bother you,” George said with a grin when he noticed me glance toward his friends. “They think I’m either too shy or too cocky, so they’re making bets about whether I’ll manage to get through a conversation without embarrassing myself.”
“I don’t know,” I said, raising an eyebrow. “I think you’re doing fine so far.”
“Ah, that’s good to hear,” he said, taking a sip of his own drink, looking both pleased and slightly relieved. “But now that I’m on a roll, I suppose I should keep up the charm, right?”
“I don’t think you have to try that hard,” I said, shrugging nonchalantly. “But if you insist.”
He laughed, a low, almost self-conscious chuckle. “Well, I guess I’d better earn my keep. Can I buy you a drink?”
I leaned back in my chair, studying him for a moment. “Isn’t that how this all started?”
“I suppose so,” George said, flashing a grin. “But now I’m offering a second drink, so it’s different, right?”
“I suppose,” I said, amused. “Alright, one more drink. But don’t think you can talk your way out of anything.”
He raised an eyebrow. “I wasn’t planning on it. I’m just trying to get to know you better.”
When he returned with our drinks, he also brought a plate of fries, setting them down between us. “Figured I’d cover all the bases,” he said with a wink. “A drink and some food. Can’t go wrong with that combo, right?”
I looked at the fries, then at him. “I didn’t know you were so prepared.”
George gave an exaggerated shrug. “I’m all about first impressions. Can’t just show up empty-handed, can I?”
I found myself laughing despite myself. “Alright, I’ll admit you’re winning me over.”
“So,” he said, leaning in slightly, “tell me, what’s something I wouldn’t guess about you just by looking?”
I raised an eyebrow, intrigued by the question. “You’re a curious one, huh?”
He nodded eagerly. “I like to think I’m just good at reading people. But I’m ready to be surprised.”
I hesitated for a moment, considering how much to reveal. “Well, I guess you wouldn’t guess that I actually love hiking. Most people assume I’m more of a city girl.”
George’s eyes widened, clearly impressed. “I would never have guessed that. You seem like you’d be a beach person, honestly.”
I laughed. “I can be, but I love being out in nature. Something about it just resets my mind.”
“Well, now I’m intrigued,” George said, leaning back in his chair. “Maybe I’ll have to join you on a hike someday. You know, for the ‘nature therapy.’”
“I’ll hold you to that,” I said, smiling. “But don’t think I’ll go easy on you.”
As the night wore on, the pub began to empty, but neither of us seemed eager to leave. There was something comfortable about the way we’d fallen into this rhythm of conversation, like we’d known each other for far longer than we had.
“I suppose I should ask for your number, shouldn’t I?” George said eventually, his voice a little quieter, almost as if the mood had shifted from playful banter to something more earnest.
I hesitated, then nodded, pulling a pen from my bag and scribbling my number on a napkin. “You can text me if you want,” I said, sliding it across the table to him. “No guarantees.”
He grinned, picking up the napkin like it was the most precious thing in the world. “No guarantees? Fair enough. I’ll make sure to text you soon. But I’ll make it interesting.”
I stood up, grabbing my coat. “We’ll see. You’ve got some proving to do.”
George stood as well, his hand brushing mine as we said our goodbyes. “I’m up for the challenge. I’ll talk to you soon.”
And as I walked out into the cool night air, my heart felt lighter than it had in weeks. There was something about George’s charm—something about him that made me think this encounter might be more than just a chance meeting.
The days after that night felt like they moved at an oddly slow pace. Every time my phone buzzed, my heart skipped a beat, wondering if it would be George texting. When I finally got a message from him, it wasn’t exactly what I expected.
Hey, it’s George. I didn’t forget about that challenge. I owe you that hike, don’t I?
I smiled to myself. It had been a couple of days since we met, but the easy conversation and undeniable chemistry we had kept playing over in my mind. I’d been half-expecting him to casually drop the idea of a date into the conversation, but the hike was unexpected—and refreshing. It felt natural, and I liked that.
I’ll hold you to that. But you know I’m not going easy on you.
He responded almost immediately:
I’m counting on it. How does Saturday sound?
I read the message over again, a mix of excitement and nervousness bubbling in my chest. I hadn’t been on a first date in ages, let alone one where I felt this kind of nervous energy. But there was something about George—his charm, his authenticity—that made me feel like this could be something different.
Saturday morning arrived, bright and crisp with the kind of sunlight that made the city streets feel warmer than usual. I dressed in layers—comfortable but practical—and found myself checking the time more often than I’d care to admit. We’d agreed to meet at a small café before heading out on the hike, and I was trying to balance my excitement with my usual attempt at playing it cool.
I arrived early, already scanning the crowd for any sign of George. I wasn’t sure what to expect—had he changed his mind? Was he running late? Maybe the chemistry that had been so easy at the pub was just a one-off, after all.
Just as I started to second-guess myself, I felt a tap on my shoulder.
“Hey,” George said, a grin spreading across his face as I turned around. He was wearing a fitted jacket and hiking boots, looking effortlessly cool in that way that only someone with genuine confidence could pull off. “Hope I’m not too late.”
“No, you’re good,” I replied, forcing myself to act casual as my heart raced. “I just got here, actually.”
“You didn’t think I’d leave you hanging, did you?” He raised an eyebrow. “I’m all about keeping my promises. And this one’s a big one.”
I couldn’t help but laugh. “You’re brave, I’ll give you that.”
“Well, you said you weren’t going easy on me, so I figured I’d show up prepared.”
I looked him over, trying to hide the fact that he looked more put-together than I did for a hike. “Looks like you’ve got the gear down, at least.”
“Yeah, well,” he shrugged, a glint of mischief in his eyes, “I’m not about to get embarrassed on the first date.”
We grabbed coffee together before heading out, making small talk about everything and nothing. George’s easygoing nature made it feel like we were just two friends catching up, even though I knew we weren’t. There was something undeniable between us—an undercurrent of curiosity, of possibility.
“So,” I said, as we finally made our way outside and headed for the trail, “have you done a lot of hiking before?”
George smiled sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck. “To be honest, I’ve only done a couple of easy ones. I’m more of a pub-and-football kind of guy.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Is that so? I thought you were going to impress me with your survival skills.”
“Well, if we end up in the middle of nowhere, I might need you to save me,” he said with a wink. “But hey, I’ll carry the snacks. That’s something, right?”
I laughed, amused by his confidence in the face of his clear lack of experience. “I think I can manage. You can keep the snacks, I’ll keep the route.”
As we walked toward the trailhead, the conversation flowed easily, just like it had at the pub. We talked about everything from our favorite movies to the things we hated most about city living. He told me more about his friends—Chris and Arthur, of course, the two who had been in on his plan to come over to my table that night. I liked hearing about the people who shaped his life.
“You really trust those guys, huh?” I asked, genuinely curious.
He nodded, a soft smile tugging at his lips. “Yeah. They’ve known me since uni. And I’m not one to hold back around them. They’ve seen all my worst moments, so they know me better than most.”
There was something comforting about the honesty in his voice. For all his charm and smoothness, he wasn’t afraid to be real, and that was something I admired.
As we hiked along, the rhythm of the trail gave us a comfortable space to keep talking. The sun was high now, shining through the trees, and the air was crisp and refreshing. It wasn’t strenuous, but the scenery was breathtaking—forests stretching for miles, the trail winding upward, leading us to a clearing where we could see far out over the valley below.
“This view is amazing,” I said, pausing to take it all in. The hike had brought a peace I hadn’t realized I needed, and I could tell George felt the same.
“Yeah, it’s nice,” he agreed, his voice quieter now, as though he was letting the silence settle around us. “Not what I expected, honestly. You were right about this nature thing—it’s got its charm.”
I smiled. “I told you.”
George glanced over at me, his gaze lingering for just a beat too long. He seemed to be searching my face, trying to read me. “You know,” he said, his voice a little softer, “this is way more fun than I thought it’d be. I’m glad we did this.”
I nodded, feeling a sudden warmth that had nothing to do with the sun on my back. “Me too. I wasn’t sure how this was going to go, but I’m glad we’re here.”
There was a quiet pause, and for a moment, it felt like the world had shrunk to just the two of us. His presence felt steady, like something I could trust—something worth taking the risk for. Without thinking too much, I found myself stepping closer to him.
“George,” I said, looking up at him with a soft smile. “You might just be winning me over.”
His eyes sparkled, and the smile he gave me was enough to make my heart skip a beat. “I’m only getting started,” he said quietly. “I’m in it for the long haul, remember?”
The rest of the hike felt like a blur in the best possible way—easy, relaxed, full of laughter and comfortable silences. We reached the summit, and we sat together, watching the world stretch out in front of us.
For a while, we didn’t talk. We just sat side by side, taking in the beauty around us. The moment felt simple, but it was perfect.
“Thanks for coming,” George said after a while, turning to me with a sincerity that made my chest tighten a little. “This—everything—has been better than I could’ve imagined.”
“I think the best part,” I said, “is that we actually did it. And it wasn’t awkward.”
He laughed softly. “I wasn’t worried about that. I was just hoping you wouldn’t abandon me halfway through.”
I nudged him, laughing. “You wish.”
As we made our way back down the trail, the setting sun cast a golden glow over everything. I felt lighter than I had in a long time, like something inside me had shifted. George wasn’t just the smooth talker he had seemed to be at first. He was real. And this—whatever this was between us—felt like it had the potential to grow into something special.
When we reached the base of the trail, George turned to me, his eyes meeting mine with a quiet intensity. “So, how about next weekend? You and me—no hiking, just a proper dinner this time?”
I smiled, my heart fluttering a little. “I’d like that.”
As I walked away that evening, I realized that this wasn’t just a one-time thing. George had somehow turned what could’ve been an awkward first date into something comfortable and exciting. It was the start of something, and I had no idea where it would lead—but I was looking forward to finding out.
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I am a sucker for these British men and I can’t control that🤷🏽♀️
SOCIAL MEDIA⠀,⠀ chris dixon.
synopsis ✩ a walk through of your social media presence! inspired by @mrstelevision mwahh
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