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George Clarkey Dating a Law Student Headcannons

This is shit, but it's been sitting in my drafts for months and I felt like posting something. If yall have any specific ones you'd like to see like George dating a ___ student or George dating ___ profession, feel free send me a request!! I did get a few requests in - I will start working on these after my uni exams!

Warnings: I think like 1 swear, 2 slightly NSFW prompt but nothing too explicit, shit formatting :D

George Clarkey x Fem!Reader

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He is always bragging about you. He thinks you’re such a kind-hearted, hard-working person and isn’t afraid to tell the entire world.

“Yeah, my missus is studying law. Oh, she’s incredible."

He is not afraid for anyone to know how whipped he is for you.

We know how up-to-date and interested he is in what his sister studied/es, so he's absolutely the same for you, if not more. Best believe he always remembers what you're studying at any given time, and remembers little tidbits of everything.

Brings you snacks, tea, and coffee when you’re studying late or doing assignments because he wants to make sure you’re eating and drinking enough.

If you go to the bathroom or just step out to do something, he'll refill your mug so you have a fresh cup when you get back.

If you've been having a stressful time and he's streaming, he'll go check on you every couple of hours to make sure you're okay. ("Hang on chat, I gotta go check on my girl real quick.")

You guys often make dinner together, considering it one of your 'couple traditions'. But whenever one of you is busy, the other surprises them with dinner. Mid study session he'll pop his head through the door like "Dinner'll be up in about 15 minutes, lovey. Finish up for a bit and come eat with me?"

You don't even have to be working - you could be curled up in bed for a lazy evening and movie. He'll slip away mid-movie without a word and come back half an hour later with a warm meal, a bottle of wine, and a sweet treat for dessert. He LOVES acts of service, and doesn't expect any praise or acknowledgement from them. He almost views them as a 'non-neogotiable'; the George Clarke Package just includes it and he will hear no arguments.

Is genuinely super interested in your work and your day. Every night during dinner he’ll ask about your day and listen intently while you go through it all.

He’ll sit and listen while you think out loud when working through legal problems. Won't try and interrupt (unless you ask, of course) - he just lets you have your moment. How your mind works absolutely fascinates him. Definitely smiles to himself unconsciously when you have your 'ah-ha' moment

100% would roleplay being your client or something if it helped you, even if he doesn’t really know what he’s doing. He’d probably insist on making up different characters and giving them different accents.

“Where is my character from?”

“It doesn’t really matter, honey. You’re just a generic person.”

“This character kind of sounds like a bit of a prick... French it is.”

Yes, it makes it more difficult to do the task with a straight face, but he loves making you smile.

“George, did you know that you legally cannot steal a pigeon?”

“…Darling on a completely unrelated note, how would you feel about a pet?”

Will check on you while you’re studying to make sure you’re having breaks.

“Come have a cup of tea with me, love. You deserve a little break.”

Drives him insane when you study with a messy bun and one of his hoodies. And if you wear glasses? God help this man

Absolute study buddy king. Helps you with flashcards, quizzes, the whole nine yards. He does try to make it more lighthearted, because that is his nature, but if you really need him to he will knuckle down and be serious.

If you do a quiz, 10/10 will be Game Show Host George. Half the time you have to convince him not to break out the rainbow sequin suit he (for some reason) owns.

Definitely tries to turn it into cheeky drinking or strip games, but he reads you like a book and knows whether you're in the right frame of mind for that. Would never presssure you into anything, but he may encourage you to unwind and enjoy yourself a little, particularly if you've been stressed recently.

I cannot stress this enough; he is so proud of you. He knows how stressful of an industry it is, and if you’re putting yourself through university he just admires you that much more. You genuinely inspire him to work hard and achieve his goals (and he is not afraid to tell you or anyone else this).

He remembers a random tidbits of what you tell him. Like he’d definitely be with his friends and they’d say something incorrect or inaccurate, and he just has an “Erm, actually☝️🤓” moment in his signature cocky sort of way. (he kind of loves showing off that he remembers things)

Already campaigning for you to be a consultant of some sort for the podcast.

George: "She'd be pefect, honestly. We gotta hire her."

Max: "I am really not the person to be talking to about this."

George: "But then we'd be able to work together!"

You: "I'm not even registered yet, George."

George: "But when you are, boom! Immediate job! Not that you'd need help getting one but surely working on the world's best podcast would be great on the ol resume, eh?"

Max: "Ah yes, because of all the legal problems we experience on a daily basis?"

George: "Well with the shit we talk about, wouldn't be surprised if something comes up one of these days."

Absolutely invites you on YouTube Court, and just sits back and watches with the biggest smile as you deliver the most air-tight and well researched defences to the most ridiculous cases ever. Proud Boyfriend George moment. His subscribers LOVE you - George is flooded with comments and DM's asking for you to come back.

Does his judge costume from YouTube Court get used outside the videos? Perhaps. Cause let's be real, he'd be down to clown in some wacky roleplays just for shits and giggles, even if it's only for a little bit. Knowing him, he'd make some dumb, joking comment when the cameras stop rolling and it just progresses from there.

George: "So, missy. You know disrespecting the judge is a criminal offence, and I feel it's only fair to impose a punishment. Do you have anything to say for yourself before his Honour teaches you a lesson?"

Stephen: "George, we're all still here, you haven't left the Discord call yet, ya twat."

Maybe gets a little bit dejected sometimes. As much as he adores his job, he gets a bit worried that you secretly want someone who is doing something more than YouTube and content creation. But you always assure him his achievements are just as important as yours, if not more, and he’s the one for you. You're endlessly proud of him.

You definitely get on really well with ArthurTV. Being an ex-lawyer, he loves being able to give you tips and help you out. He definitely reads your papers. Not even necessarily to proofread them (although he will: "I just highlighted a couple of minor typos") or anything, he just finds them fascinating.

George definitely organises date nights, both spontaneous and planned (after consulting your shared calendar, of course). He likes to find the cutest and chilliest things for you guys to do; think mini-golf, arcading, and movie marathons. He also loves adventuring around with you to find new spots to try.

I reckon he’d put something in the calendar a week or two in advance like “Date Night <3” so it gives you time to organise yourself. But he never pressures you if you are too busy. Or organises things wayy in advance as post-exam treats or something.

George is a spontaneous guy though, so if either of you are ever free, best believe he’s taking you out or ordering takeout for a relaxing night in. After a long day, he'd message something like, "Just seen a new Italian placed opened up a few streets away. Care for a bite?"

I fully believe that you'd submit an assignment or get a good grade back and he'd immediately crank the music in the flat for an inpromtu dance-party. 10/10 ends in a sweet old-timey dance where he's spinning and dipping you around the living room before you both collapse in a fit of laughter and you order dinner. (Your pick of food, of course.)

"I'm sorry to tell you poppet, but you can't admitted as a lawyer. You know they don't allow criminals."

"I'm not a criminal?"

"You are - you're a thief!"

"???"

"You've stolen my heart."

"Oh my days."

For some reason, he just kind of assumes that you read the Terms and Conditions on absolutely everything.

"Oh yeah? Well my girlfriend's a lawyer, and she'll sue your ass!" (he says this a LOT. no matter how many times you try to correct him)

If something happens when you go out, like the boys get bombarded or followed by fans or something, ask them to leave. If it's really bad, and you have to throw in like a "Don't make me press charges for harassment," #proudboyfriendgeorge is just standing across from you like "Yes slayy girl queen! Serving absolute professional-lawyer-puss over 'ere!" (he's a bit drunk atp)

"Y/n, Simon murdered me via Among Us. Can I press charges?"

When you graduate, you best believe he's in the closest row possible with the biggest bouquet of flowers ever.

Definitely has a lil something to remind him of you on his Useless Hotline desk. It'd be something subtle like a lego car you guys built together, or a gift you bought him.

If Max asks you to come on the podcast, George is so excited. George normally sits next to Max when they have a podcast guest. Not when you're there. He's right beside you, hand resting on your thigh just out of camera shot, smiling lovingly as Max asks you about your degree and life with George.

All in all, he's so proud of you and loves telling anyone who will listen that his lady is a badass lawyer.

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Sweet Treats - George Clarke x fem!Reader

Summary: George has been a bit down recently. But it's nothing a sweet treat can't fix.

Warnings: like 1 swear word

Notes: hit a massive writer's block on the When in Doncaster final part, so started this instead lol

Word Count: 1.9k

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After a final adjustment of the ring light and a quick wipe of the bench, it was ready to go. With a quick breath, you finally clicked the button, the little blinking red light on your camera assuring you it was rolling.

Within seconds, the viewers started flooding in. The chat was racing with excited comments and greetings.

“Hi everyone! How are we all?”

A smile spread across your face almost instantly. Your viewer community was so lovely and supportive – small, perhaps, but they never failed to make your day. You’d started streaming before you became affiliated with the UKYT scene and had been gradually growing in popularity. But thankfully, nothing much had changed. Despite being in the odd video with Chris, the Arthurs, Bach, and George, you’d been lucky enough to keep your small Twitch community. You were able to stay at a comfortable few thousand loyal subscribers – and you liked it that way. There was something safe in just doing what you loved without the pressure of pleasing a large audience. Your little community was all you needed.

You’d seen the stress the boys go through to please their large fanbases. Keeping up with millions of sometimes impatient fans across multiple platforms was hard at times. Especially for George recently. Despite his seemingly chill persona, George had been a bit on edge over the past couple of weeks. Balancing filming for the Sidemen, podcasts, streaming on Twitch every other day, on top of filming and coming up with his own YouTube ideas, was becoming a lot to handle. There had been nights where he’d lock himself in his room for hours on end and beg you to ignore him until he finished his seemingly endless list of tasks. By the time he'd emerge, the exhaustion would be etched into his face. His eyes drooping and crease lines on his forehead. No words would be exchanged as he padded over and curled into you, falling asleep almost comically fast with his face tucked into the crook of your neck. It was tough, seeing your usually bouncing-off-the-walls boyfriend so tired and stressed. So you decided to help him out a little.

User 1: Good morning, Y/n and chat!!

User 2: Hello everybody!

User 3: Looking gorgeous as always, y/n!!

User 4: cooking stream??? chef y/n is back!!!!

Ah yes, the multitude of ingredients lining your bench. Flour, sugar, a plethora of chocolate chip varieties – today was going to be a long one.

“Alrightie, my lovelies! In case you haven’t already picked up on it – today we’re doing a baking stream! I haven’t done one of these in a while and you guys enjoyed it so much last time I thought I’d bring it back.” The chat spiked, voicing their approval and sending your long-unused baking emote. “And buckle up, team – we’re doing a long stream today.”

And it was – George was out filming for the Sidemen until around 4 p.m. A quick glance at your watch told you it was 10:30. And you had no doubt you’d still be in the kitchen by the time George got home.

“George has been a little bit busy recently, so today I’m going to be making a few of his favourites, and a few other goodies for him to try. Anyone who knows George knows he loves a good sweet treat, so we’re spoiling him a little bit because, quite frankly, he deserves it.”

The chat flowed with lovely messages.

User 5: their relationship is so cute I’m CRYING

User 6: What I wouldn’t do to have y/n baking me cookies 😭😭😭

User 7: She’s peak girlfriend, I fear

One by one, you ran through all the things you planned to make with your viewers. Chocolate chip and M&M cookies – one of George’s favourites, melting moments – one of your specialties George had been pestering you to let him try, peanut butter cookies, blueberry muffins as a "healthy" option, double chocolate brownies, and finally, a lemon, ginger and coconut slice. A long day indeed. But George was worth it.

To further conceal the surprise, you’d temporarily blocked all of your friends on Twitch, so they wouldn’t be able to see your stream. Thankfully, your chat agreed to keep the stream quiet.

“Okay, I have a whole system ready, guys,” you say with a giggle as you hold up your whiteboard checklist. “I’m going to start with the slice and melting moments, so they can set before George gets home. I’ll work my way through, and make his chocolate chip biscuits and the brownies last, because he likes them fresh out of the oven.”

The hours flew by as you baked. Flour burst into the air on a few occasions, now dusting your hair like you'd been caught in a blizzard. Bags of chocolate chips and pretzels had been opened and scattered across the counter, even though they were definitely meant for George's cookies. Not to mention the egg casualties. The kitchen was messy, to say the least.

The view count fluctuated throughout the day, which is to be expected for an almost full-day stream. Some even left to run errands, returning hours later with an "Oh my goodness, she's STILL going??". It was a long stream, but hey, a lengthy day with your Twitch community was a lot better than an entire day baking alone for hours on end. Throughout the day, your followers made small donations, choosing songs to add to the ever-growing playlist and sending you Text-to-Voice messages with questions, compliments, and random facts – baking streams were definitely a favourite.

By 3 p.m. you'd made the slice, three batches of biscuits, muffins, as well as an unplanned strawberry cake. Home stretch.

User 8: George better appreciate all this effort girl damn

User 9: @user8 if he doesn't, I'm here and willing to eat everything

You let out a laugh at the banter before a ping on your phone caught your attention.

George Pig ❤️✨: Filming wrapped a little early. Should be back in about an hour xx

Me: Great!! See you soon xx

"Well, chat, we have an hour. Keep those songs coming in!"

The next hour is controlled chaos. Flour and chocolate powder particles flying through the air as the batters were whisked quickly, bubbles floating around as you scrubbed the dirty dishes. Your viewers queued up various white-girl anthems to hype you up, speakers blasting 2010s top 20 hits at borderline obscene volumes. The timer for the last tray of cookies sounded through the kitchen just as the front door pushed open.

"I'm home, love!" your boyfriend's voice echoed down the hallway. He sounded content – like he'd had a good day but was excited to be home.

Your smile was instant. "In the kitchen, hon!"

User 10: awwwwwwwww

User 11: yall see how fast she smiled??? 😭

User 12: y/n gets custody of me if there's a divorce

User 13: please I'm too lonely and hormonal for this

User 14: CAN WE SEE HIM PLEASE??

User 15: Y/N WE NEED A LIVE REACTION

You placed the final tray of cookies on the bench and turned the music off just as George wandered into the room. Upon seeing the kitchen, and the delicious spread of cookies and baked goods covering the countertop, he slowed.

"What's all this then?" His smile was wide and his eyes held a mix of disbelief and appreciation.

"I just wanted to do something nice for you."

He only let out a breathy laugh as he walked over and wrapped his arms around you. Instantly, you melted into him, the familiar warmth in your chest blossoming at the feeling of his strong arms circling your waist and faint heartbeat against yours. His hand threaded into your hair to gently tug you closer, allowing him to nestle his face into you. His deep, grounding breath didn't go unnoticed by you. Instead of pulling away, you allowed his scent to envelop you, along with a hint of grass and Mexican food. It was so easy to get lost in him. Especially when he held you like this. What you both momentarily neglected to realise was that the camera was still rolling.

User 16: oh. my. god????

User 17: I'm so lonely guys

User 18: they're so perfect together I'm gonna scream

User 19: may this type of love find me

"Oh, hi chat!" George's voice broke you from your trance. But his hold on your waist didn't waver as he looked over to watch the scrolling messages. "How long has she been on today?"

User 20: All. Day.

User 21: I think I've been here since 11ish??

"11ish?" George burst out, his hands finding your cheeks and tilting your face to meet his eyes, blown wide in shock. "Darling, you've been baking for over five hours?"

Your hands instinctively found his wrists, stroking the skin gently as you spoke, "I had chat to keep me company, we had fun! And I did promise them a live taste test, if that's okay?"

George couldn't help the grin taking over his face as he caught the cheeky glint in your eyes. "You know I can never say no to your baking, love." You turned to walk back to the benchtop before he caught your face. "Wait."

He licked his thumb and swiped it over your cheek, eyes laser focused. After seeing your nose scrunch up in mock disgust, he just gave you a playful smirk. "You had chocolate on your face."

You turned to your camera with a look of betrayal that was quickly overshadowed by your growing smile. "Why did you lot not say anything?"

And with that, you took his hand in yours and led him to the benchtop. One by one, you both tasted all the creations, George toasting each goodie with a signature rhyme. Each bite was met with widening eyes and groans falling from his lips, somehow more impressed by each treat than the last. The way his eyes filled with emotion when you presented him with his favourite cookies did not go unnoticed.

Finally, with bellies full and trays embarrassingly empty, it was time to end the stream.

"Thank you so much for joining me today, guys! I'll be updating next week's stream schedule in the next few days, so hope to see you guys soon!" George's arm snaked around your waist and tugged you into his side, waving at the camera with a smile. "Bye everyone!"

User 22: bye y/n and george!!

User 23: thank you for the long stream mother🙏🙏

User 24: see everyone next time!

A silence fell over the room like a warm blanket as the camera light flickered to a stop.

"I can't believe you did all this for me."

George's eyes were full of love. He always looked at you like you hung the moon and stars, but his gaze now somehow held even more.

You didn't need to say why you did it – he already knew. That was something that made your relationship so special. There was such a deep and raw understanding of each other that couldn't really be explained, and it had started within weeks of knowing each other.

At your first pub crawl with the boys, George, somehow sensing your social battery depleting, had led you outside with a protective hand on the small of your back. When you'd asked him how he knew, he’d simply answered, "Just a feeling." And you were the same for him. He'd been editing in his room, and opened his door to find you standing there holding a warm box from his favourite pizza place. He asked you how you knew he was hungry, or how he even felt like a pizza, and you'd simply parroted back to him: "Just a feeling." Your friends joked that you were telepathic. But your favourite theory, by far, was ArthurTV's: you were stardust soulmates. Every human has remnants of stardust in their bodies, and Arthur always said that you and George "had to be" from the same star. And it almost became a little theme in your relationship.

No words were needed. You just wrapped your arms around him, carding your fingers into his curls like you were anchoring yourself. His head immediately dropped to nestle into the crook of your neck, pulling you tightly into his chest in unspoken gratitude. For a beautiful moment, everything was quiet, broken only by soft breaths and syncing heartbeats.

His voice came out no louder than a whisper, "I love you. So fucking much."

"I love you too."

"And you have flour in your hair."

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Puppy Love - George Clarke Drabble

George Clarke x Reader

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The second you step through the threshold of your cosy apartment something in the air feels tense. Not a harsh or dark tense, more like the kind of tense you get waiting for someone to blow out their birthday cake candles.

Stepping quietly through the hallway, you shed your coat and bag. The quick scurry of claws against the floorboards softly sounds through the flat before stopping abruptly. Growing curiouser, you hung your coat on its hook and placed your bag in its cubby, moving to peak out into the living room.

Nothing.

Huh.

Brushing loose hair from your eyes, you wander further into the room, walking to the fridge to grab a well-deserved drink. Choosing a seltzer can, you cracked it open and brought it to your lips, closing your eyes as the first sip hit your tongue.

As you relaxed a little, you immediately caught sight of a familiar mop of curly brown hair just sticking out from beside the armchair of the couch. Leaning over the kitchen counter, George came into view. He was kneeling on the floor, huddled close to the couch with his hands bracing against the fabric to keep himself steady. A giddy, excited smile ghosted his face.

“Um, what are you doing?”

George’s eyes dart over to you, smiling widely to greet you before holding finger to his lips.

You stood confused until the returning scurry of paws against the floor stole your attention. Your dog ran into the room, head looking in every direction as she practically spun in circles. She looked around the room before collapsing in defeat.

Looking to George, you watched as he let out a quick whistle. Your dog’s ears immediately perked up and she jumped to her feet. She ran further into the living room, searching under the coffee table and sniffing the air. Bowing her head to sniff under the couch, she quickly straightened and rounded the furniture in a sprint. When she finally spotted George, her tail wagged wildly, seemingly propelling her through the air as she jumped into his waiting arms.

“Good girl! You found me, you clever girl!” George showered the dog with pats and praise, laughing as she attempted to lick all over his face.

Oh, my gosh.

"You guys were playing hide and seek?" You couldn't help the bubble forming in your chest upon seeing how much your dog loved George.

"And she's getting so good at it, aren't you, girl?" His baby voice was strong as he spoke to the dog, ruffling her ears playfully.

He looked up at you from the floor, the most infectious grin making his eyes crinkle. Seeing him smiling so happily as your dog bounded around him excitedly was just what you needed after your gruelling day.

With a final ruffle of her fur, George stood up, resting his hands on his hips. "I think we're ready for another round, huh girl?"

Your dog sat at his feet, adorably panting up at him.

"Okay, stay," he spoke with an intent that showed you he'd been at this a while. Training your dog to play hide and seek. How cute.

Without taking his eyes off the dog he backstepped to stand beside you, grabbing your hand and intertwining your fingers.

"Stay."

He led you with him as he walked backwards, smile unwavering.

"Good girl." After making sure she was concealed by the couch, unable to see you both, George turned and pulled you down the hallway with him.

He yanked your arm to hide beside him as he crouched on the floor against the far side of the bed, out of sight from the doorway.

Sneaking a kiss to your cheek, your boyfriend smiled lovingly at you, "Welcome home, my love, I forgot to say. How was your day?"

"You're going to ask mid hide-and-seek?" you couldn't contain the giggles that escaped at the prospect - you were really playing hide and seek with your dog.

"Well, better late than never." His grin was infectious. "Come!"

It didn't register until you heard the scurry of paws that you realised he was calling your dog.

You laughed quietly to yourselves, listening intently as the claws against the floorboards and panting floated through the flat.

Nestled against each other in your hiding positions, you allowed your head to fall against your boyfriend's shoulder, sighing contently as his familiar scent enveloped you and his hoodie cushioned your face. A soft smile etched George's face as he pressed a lingering kiss to your forehead, thumb swiping gently across your hand that he had yet to let go of.

You hadn't expected to play hide and seek with your boyfriend and dog when you came home from work, but it turned out to be everything you needed.

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When in Doncaster: Chapter Two

George Clarke x fem!Reader

Did I continue this instead of doing my Psychology assessment worth 40% of my grade? Yes, I did.

Warnings: Language, my horrible writing, the usual

Word Count: 2.7k

Disclaimer: Do not use or claim my work without my permission. My work is my own. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, and incidents (beyond that of reasonability i.e. George, Chris' original video plot) are fictitious in nature, and any connection to any other works is purely coincidental.

Notes: I'd love to hear you guys' thoughts! This is my first fanfic ever, so I'd absolutely love to hear what you guys think.

Part One here

Enjoy :)

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The private room was no doubt going well.

Chris doubled over into Arthur Hill’s lap in a fit of giggles as Bach and ArthurTV performed one of the worst renditions of Timber on JustDance. The table was littered with empty beer and shot glasses, and half-eaten bowls of crisps. Needless to say, it was starting to feel like a signature Soccer Saturday evening.

“George, hold the phone straight! You’re making us look bad!” Arthur complained as he flailed his arms and swayed his hips completely unrhythmically, trying and failing miserably to follow the character on the screen. George’s head fell into his unoccupied hand as his body shook with laughter.

“I don’t think that’s the problem, mate,” Chris wheezed between laughs, wiping tears from his eyes.

“Shut up guys, I look fantastic.” Bach gave a cocky look to the camera as he wiggled his hips and swung his imaginary lasso.

The boys hadn’t realised that bartender had walked back into the room and was standing against the side wall, trying to mask her bubbling laughter with her hand. She could definitely see why the internet loved this lot so much. Their friendship was so organic and fun – just a group of genuine friends sharing their happiness with the world.

After watching Arthur step the wrong way and get shoved harshly by Bach, being berated like something out of Dance Moms, the girl let out an uncontrollable burst of laughter. George quickly shot around, locking eyes with the bartender and immediately finding himself smiling a little. When she offered him a toothy grin in response, he quickly blamed his heart skipping a beat and shortness of breath on his recent fits of laughter. Nothing more, right?

Arthur, noticing George’s distraction, followed his gaze. When he caught sight of the woman he threw his hands in the air. “Alright! More drinks, let’s go!”

“We ready for another round then, boys?” she said, clapping her hands before swiftly walking behind the bar.

The group let out a huge cheer and started to stand.

“Alright lads, what do we want?” Chris asked, as they all made their way to the bar.

“I could go for a Sambuca,” ArthurTV thought aloud.

“Too easy. 2 each?”

The woman got to preparing 10 Sambuca shots, impressing the boys as she tossed shot glasses between her hands, flipping them between her fingers and set them skilfully on the bench in a line. Wanting to show off a little, she chucked the bottle of liquor behind her back, catching it in her other hand. George couldn’t help but notice how effortlessly she moved, and how everything she touched seemed to bend to her will. The bottle she wielded almost acted as an extension of her. She possessed this sheer elegance and grace but always wore a cheeky smile that promised him she was so much more than a pretty bartender. She tossed the bottle once, catching it impressively close to the bench, before filling the glasses in a line, not a drop spilled. The boys watched in amazement and cheered as she demonstrated her skill.

Midway through her line, ArthurTV spoke up. “So, what’s your name? I feel like if you’re going to be our private bartender for the evening, we should be on a first name basis.”

The woman laughed and George felt his heart flutter a little at the sound. “I’m y/n, lovely to meet you all!” Y/n. Lovely to finally put a name to a beautiful face.

The boys all responded in a terribly flat chorus of “Hi, y/n” that had them all drunkenly giggling. One by one, the boys introduced themselves. George watched her as she smiled warmly and nodded at each one of them, laughing at the occasional snappy joke the boys would throw. It was becoming a lot less frequent that they could engage in a conversation like this – most people they would talk to in public already knew who they were or wanted something from them. It was refreshing.

A slap upside the back of his head snapped him out of his thoughts.

“What?” he asked, hand reaching up to rub his head.

“This old geezer is George,” Chris spoke, laughing at the shocked and confused expression on George’s face.

The bartender seemed to find it funny too, laughing along. “Lovely to meet you, George. Unless you prefer going by ‘old geezer’?”

“Um, no, George is fine,” he forced his way through an imminent stutter, shaking his head and running a hand through his hair, making sure to side-eye Chris. “I’m surprised you could even reach my head, you short twat.”

“Such a massive target it’d be an achievement to miss it, mate!”

The group roared in laughter, gripping each other’s shoulders. George couldn’t help but notice Y/n trying and failing to conceal her giggling behind her hand. Something about it made his heart swell and he immediately wanted to make her laugh more. Before George could speak, Arthur Hill picked up a shot and raised it in a toast.

“To the weirdest and wildest Soccer Saturday video we’ve ever done.”

A chorus of “Here here!” sounded before the boys tapped their glasses on the bench and raised them to their lips. George tipped the liquid into his mouth, wiping his lips as he swallowed.

Once the boys laid their empty glasses on the bar bench, Chris turned his head to address the group, picking up his second shot. “I think Y/n should do this next shot with us, considering everything she’s done to help us this evening.”

She cocked her head to the side, “It was no trouble at all, really. It was the least I could do.” She’s such a genuinely caring person.

“Nonsense! Drink with us – I triple dog dare you!” ArthurTV smiled mischievously at Y/n, trying to egg her on.

Throwing her head back in laughter at his childish antics, Y/n agreed with a shrug. She grabbed another glass and poured herself a fresh shot of Sambuca. Holding it in the air, she clinked it against the boys’ awaiting drinks.

“To Y/n!” ArthurTV said.

“To Y/n!” called the response.

They all threw back their shots and placed their glasses on the bench triumphantly. The boys quickly dispersed and went off to try their hand at another JustDance. George just caught ear of Arthur muttering something about them being able to 'slay harder' now because he wasn’t there to hold the phone; Chris cackled in response. It also wasn’t lost on George that Y/n gave a rushed shake of her head a little as she put the glass down.

“Not a fan of Sambuca?” he asked with a teasing smirk, noting her slightly screwed up face.

“Not my favourite. More of a gin or bourbon girl, myself. Care for another?” she asked, holding up the Sambuca bottle.

“Yeah, why not.” He held his glass up as she poured the liquor in. Putting the bottle on the bench, she waited expectantly for him to down the drink. “Well, hey, you expect me to drink this by myself? Pour yourself something girl, come on.” He cringed at his wording. Fuck, why can I not talk to women? She probably thinks I’m a fucking idiot, great job you wanker, this is why you’re single.

Y/n lets out a quick laugh before leaning a bit closer, batting her lashes in a playfully flirty way, “I am on the job you know, hun.”

George’s eyes blinked in surprise. Okay, George. Deep breaths. Play it cool.

“C’mon, one won’t hurt.”

He waited nervously while the bartender looked up to the ceiling, as if deep in thought. She tapped her chin jokingly, glancing down at his waiting face. Even though she knew there was no way she could say no to those big blue puppy eyes, she wanted to keep him on his toes. How often do you get to have some flirty fun with a handsome stranger?

“Oh, go on then,” she broke, tossing her hands up with a grin. She turned to her shelves of bottles, pausing for a moment before seemingly deciding on one. Leaning up onto her tippy toes, she reached for a bottle on one of the higher shelves. She let out a string of hushed curses when she barely graces the bottom of the bottom with her fingertip. Watching her move to grab the ladder against the wall, George all but leapt from his seat, setting his drink on the bench and walking behind the bar, swiftly moving to stand behind her.

“Which one you after, love?”

Y/n turns to look up at him before smirking a little, turning a little red at the faint feeling of his chest brushing against her shoulder. Saving herself the embarrassment of looking at him again, she quickly motioned to a short round bottle near the middle of the shelf. Hardly stretching at all, George plucked the liquor from the shelf. The girl moved to take it from his hands, but he teasingly moved it out of her reach.

“Uh, uh. Didn’t your mother ever teach you manners?”

Rolling her eyes playfully, she failed miserably at keeping the smile off her face, “Oh, I’m so sorry. That was so rude of me, kind sir.”

George couldn’t help the huge grin creeping its way onto his face. “Yet, you still haven’t said the magic words.” He tapped on his ear with his free hand, donning an I’m waiting face.

“You’re ridiculous.”

He waited patiently, smile unwavering and eyes glinting with a sweet mischief that almost made her knees buckle.

She dropped her head in an adorable display of mock defeat, letting her arms flop to her sides before tilting her head up to meet his eyes. “Thank you, George, for your ever so kind gesture.”

Straightening his stance with a satisfied smirk, he presented the bottle to Y/n with an exaggerated flourish, “Pleasure to be of service to you, milady.”

Taking the bottle from his hands, George’s skin felt alight where her fingertips brushed his. A light tingle, like nothing he’s ever felt before. He had no idea what he was feeling but one thing was certain – he wanted more.

Y/n swiftly moved to stand at the bench, grabbing her glass and setting it on the dark oak wood. After filling her glass with practiced expertise, she reached over and picked up George’s glass. Turning to face him, she offered him his shot with a playful smile and quick wink.

He took it and clinked it against hers, “Cheers.”

“Cheers.”

After emptying their glasses, Y/n held out her hand to take George’s glass and chucked them in the sink. George couldn’t seem to take his eyes off her – every movement was intoxicating and mesmerising. It was like he felt attracted to her very energy. He felt lighter and almost revitalised every time she looked at him, and each fleeting touch was like a jolt of live electricity, sparking his heart to beat harder and faster.

“So, what brings you lot to Doncaster?”

“Uh, well essentially, we do these videos where the first team to score dictates where we go for our night out. Doncaster scored, so here we are.” Could you be any more boring? Where is the charm everyone says you have??

Y/n’s eyes twinkled, nonetheless. “Oh wow, that sounds so fun! I love stuff like that – spontaneous and adventurous. No plans, just seeing what comes along.”

“Exactly,” George spoke, naturally mirroring her enthusiasm. He felt a surge of validation and excitement to hear that she had the same zest for life and adventure that he did. “I’ve definitely made some of my best memories with the guys on trips like this. Every night is different and that’s what makes it exciting.”

Conversation with Y/n flowed so easily. They fed off each other’s energy like they’d known each other for years. It was then that George noticed how much he loved being able to have a normal conversation, without his influencer-status being brought into the mix. But most importantly, he realised how much he loved talking to Y/n.

She was almost like a shot of espresso. With no more than a smile, the worry, anxiety, and helplessness he felt in that bustling crowd before melted away and gave way to warmth. He felt safe, secure, and genuinely happy – something he hadn’t truly felt all evening. It felt like they'd been talking for hours. George barely felt any concept of time in her presence; nothing as trivial as the tick of a clock seemed even remotely important as he felt himself becoming lost within the depths of her eyes and the intoxicating tone of her voice. He felt a little giddy, almost like he was a little bit tipsy despite not having much at all. Is this what the movies are talking about?

“George!”

Chris’ voice from behind the bar interrupted George’s thoughts, making him reluctantly turn away from the girl in front of him.

“We’d better get going if we want to start checking off things on his bingo card, mate,” Chris spoke, waving his phone a little.

George’s heart sunk a little. I forgot we had to leave.

Y/n’s smile dropped ever so slightly, her shoulders slumping as if she was also a little disappointed. Of course she was – George was one of the sweetest and most genuine guys she’d ever met. The connection between them was almost instantaneous, and she could only pray he felt the same thing as her.

“I’ll let you guys out the back door, you’ll avoid the crowds that way.” With a surge of boldness, she allowed her fingers to brush George's wrist as she stepped past him and out onto the room floor. She smiled a little to herself as little sparks of electricity danced across her skin.

She led the boys through a door in the corner of the room, holding it open as they all stepped through. “Just straight down past the kitchen there’s a door on your right,” she called to the group as they walked down the hallway. Stepping through the door, George nodded appreciatively which she returned with a bright smile.

They walked in a comfortable yet emotionally charged silence. With each step, the weight of responsibility to be the one to make a move or even acknowledge their undeniable chemistry bared heavier on each of them.

George desperately wanted to see her again. He’d only known her a couple of hours, but he liked who he was around her, and the thought of walking away from her filled him with a dread.

Catching his attention, Y/n brushed past him to take a few hurried steps towards the door, rushing to grab the door from Arthur Hill, who was holding it open for them. She thanked him and leant against the door, propping it open for George as she brushed a stray strand of hair from her face.

He shuffled past her, stepping into the cool night air.

The boys stood huddled a few meters from the door, but George wasn't ready to step away from Y/n just yet.

"Thank you so much again for everything tonight, Y/n. It was so kind of you," Chris spoke.

"Yes - we honestly really appreciate it," ArthurTV added with a sweet smile.

Y/n merely waved her hand dismissively, but the shy smile on her face gave away how much she appreciated the thanks, "It was nothing, really. Always happy to help you guys out if you ever happen to find yourselves around Doncaster again."

The group, deciding to start researching their next move, started drifting further down the alleyway towards the street. George's eyes briefly flittered over to them before taking a breath.

Now or never, Clarkey.

And so before he could second guess himself, he forced himself to speak.

I am not passing up this chance. Not with her.

“Hey, when do you get off tonight?”

The smile that crept onto Y/n’s face made every worry melt away. He found himself willing for the universe to acknowledge any good he’d done in his life and allow him to cash in whatever chip he had for one more night with her. But in that moment, as he looked at her, even if she cruelly rejected him or told him to fuck off, it was worth it to see her beautiful smile. But something in the way her eyes crinkled and seemed to sparkle told him that the universe answered him.

“2 o’clock.”

He let out a breath he didn't know he was holding and a relieved smile took over his face. “Perfect. I’ll come by and pick you up.”

“And what’re we going to do?” Y/n tried to seem casual, crossing her arms over her chest and cocking her head to the side with a cheeky grin, but even she could barely contain the bubble of excitement in her chest.

It took all his energy to contain both a fit of gleeful giggles and jumps of joy. In attempt to hide his excited energy, he shoved his hands into his jacket pockets. “Spontaneous and adventurous, remember? No plans, just seeing what comes along.” His eyes shimmered with a playful mischief as he walked backwards towards the boys. Y/n couldn't help but let out a laugh, her stomach feeling warm and fluttery that he'd remembered her words. “I’ll see you in a bit.”

Y/n saluted him with 2 fingers, watching with a widening smile as he turned on his heel and walked towards the boys. Clapping each other on the shoulders, they shouted their thanks and appreciation to Y/n before walking off into the night to find their next stop. And just before they disappeared around the corner, George, illuminated by the streetlights, sent her a toothy smile and a wink.

Y/n quickly glanced down at her watch. 10:30pm.

And, as she closed and locked the door behind her, there was no use trying to fight the smile creeping onto her face.

2am couldn’t come soon enough.

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Arrghhhh what do we think?

I'm actually starting to wildly second guess everything I write, so this is very much a "post it before I just delete it all" type thing LMAO

Part 3 coming next weekish <3

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When in Doncaster: Chapter One

George Clarke x fem!Reader

I noticed a huge lack of George x Reader fics recently so decided to try my hand :) Never written a fanfic in my life, so I'm incredibly nervous about posting this, but this community seems to be wildly supportive so thought I'd give it a go. Any advice is appreciated. Super open to any ideas you guys have too - I do have a fairly good idea of where this story is going, but I am open to any ideas.

This is planned to be a multi-part series centred around ChrisMD's Soccer Saturday video that came out recently (except Becky isn't in this fic). This first part is more of an intro, and doesn't have too much george x reader interaction, but it will come later, I promise lol

Warnings: Language?? My horrible writing?? nothing else really

Word Count: 1.7k

Summary: When the boys' night of drinking and filming gets a bit overbearing, a bit of help from a kind stranger might be just what they need.

Disclaimer: Do not use or claim my work without my permission. My work is my own. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, and incidents (beyond that ofvreasonability i.e. George, Chris' original video plot) are fictitious in nature, and any connection to any other works is purely coincidental.

Chapter Two out now!!

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“Holy fuck.”

The air was light with the buzz of alcohol and excitement as more and more people flooded through the pub doors to catch a glimpse of Doncaster’s newest visitors. People were pushing past each other, desperate for a photo, hug, or even a side glance from any of the boys. It quickly became clear that perhaps this wasn’t the greatest idea. To be fair, no one could’ve predicted this turnout in Doncaster.

The bar staff were racing to complete drink orders, the quick clinking of the glasses and bubbling of the beer taps were quickly becoming drowned out by the volume of the crowd. Shouts and laughter rang like a constant. It was like the entire town caught wind of the lads’ arrival and flocked to the pub. Like hundreds of moths to 5 unsuspecting flames.

The boys sat nursing their drinks, dreading the thought of having to push through the crowd to get the next round. They made idle conversation, in a vain attempt to have as normal a night as possible. George’s eyes flicked around the room, slightly on edge as more people started approaching the table. The room seemed to be closing in – people were almost pressed against his back, and a group of girls hovered around the end of the table, eager to strike up conversation with Bach. Stranger after stranger seemed to just appear, wanting to hug and touch George and shove cameras in his face.

“This is fucking mental,” Arthur Hill spoke, glancing around the room with a mix of wonder and disbelief.

“I love everyone here,” George started, happy to have a moment of reprieve from his thoughts. “But we are not this important.”

The boys all nodded and voiced their agreement.

Of course, this was beyond George’s wildest dreams – he’d dreamt about being a world-famous YouTuber since he was 12 years old. He’d always envisioned the days when he’d be recognised on the street or in passing. But now that it was happening, he almost missed being able to grab a casual pint with the boys without the chaos of it all. He held nothing but appreciation and love for his fanbase, but in this moment, he just wanted to sit and drink with his best friends. A drink-heavy evening was certainly in order after the long week of filming, streaming, and editing he’d had.

“Anyone up for another round?” Chris asked the table, standing up.

“You’re gonna try and brave this crowd, mate? I’d better come and make sure you don’t get trod on, you little man," Bach laughed before standing and offering to help him carry the drinks. Chris muttered something about Bach being a twat before they turned and began to politely push through the crowd, stopping to take a few photos on their way to the bar.

Watching them waddle through the sea of people, George felt a faint surge of happiness for his friends. They all used to speak about making it big together, and it was such a privilege to witness them getting the appreciation they all deserved. He felt comfort and pride knowing that millions of people around the world loved his friends as much as he did.

A hand on his shoulder pulled him from his thoughts as a young man came up behind him and asked kindly for a photo. Agreeing, George smiled as the guy posed his camera and snapped the picture. After shaking his hand and thanking him profusely, the man left and walked back to his friends on the other side of the pub.

Running a hand through his curly hair, George looked up at the bar, instinctively searching for Chris and Bach. Not seeing them at the bar, he glanced around the room, lifting his head in attempt to spot Bach’s head over the still-growing crowd. Nothing. Where’d they go?

A quick scan around the table showed that ArthurTV was now also missing. It had been over 5 minutes. How long had it been? 8 minutes? 10? How long does it take to get drinks? It is pretty busy but surely not this long... Eyebrows furrowing with worry and his mind quickly filling with the worst case scenarios, he grabbed his phone to call Chris. As if on cue, a notification loaded in.

Bilbo Baggins

We’re okay mate, in case you were worried. Go ask the bartender with the ponytail for some pretzels. She’ll help you out.

Um, what? Rereading the text, George took a deep breath, willing himself to calm down after he nearly scared himself into panic mode. Confused but nonetheless obedient, George slowly rose from his seat, taking a deep breath, and started making his way to the bar. He glanced down at his phone, attempting to memorise his script and hide his face a little. He gripped his phone with both hands, feeling increasingly nervous at the amount of people moving around him, shuffling as quickly as possible to the bar bench. He let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding when he reached the cluttered area. The bar top, filled with half-drunk glasses of brightly coloured drinks and spotted with spilled beer, seemed as good a thing as any to hold himself steady. Shifting his phone into one hand, he gripped the edge of the bench. Feeling a sticky puddle under his fingers, he quickly retracted his hand. Wiping his hand on his jeans, he allowed himself to breathe a little. In any other instance, he would've made a joke about the sticky mess on his fingers, but he just couldn't bring himself to lean into the humour with the borderline nervewracking anticipation of being bumped into or swarmed. With the boys nowhere in sight, he did not want to face a large group of strangers on his own right now. Nonethless, the beer staining his hands was a welcome distraction from the chaos occurring behind him, even if just for a moment.

Seeing movementout of the corner of his eye, George looked up, noticing a large man in a tight black shirt walking towards him.

“I got that one, Reece.”

A metre to his left, a woman in a neatly pressed tight black button up and ripped black jeans stood, swiftly spinning bottles and pouring shots for the young girls in front of her. She exchanged a look with the male bartender, and he patted her shoulder as he walked past to serve some other intoxicated patrons. Turning to George, she smiled gently and held up a finger to say I’ll be one second, her little stack of bracelets glinting in the neon lighting and lightly clinking as she did. After seeing him nod in acknowledgement, she turned back to the girls and poured the last few shorts before pushing the tray towards them. Squealing and hooting, they thanked the woman and carried the tray off into the crowd.

After giving the bench a quick wipe, the bartender slung the cloth over her shoulder and made her way over to George. Her elegant ponytail swished behind her as she gently brushed a strand of hair from her eyes.

“Hey, what can I get you?”

It was like time almost stood still. The shouting and loud laughing behind him seemed to fade into nothing. She peered at him with a mix of gentleness and understanding he hadn’t realised he’d craved. It was like she somehow brought him a wave of calm, and he felt a bit lighter.

He snapped himself out of his trance with a quick shake of his head. God, how long was I just staring at that poor woman? “Um, I’d like some pretzels, please?”

Nodding with a soft and knowing smile, the woman subtely glanced around her before leaning a bit closer to George, "We're just going to go through those doors behind me, okay? When I tell you, we've got to try and be quick. So activate your sneaky-spy persona, or whatever," she offered a cheeky smile. Despite the joking nature, there was something reassuring about her smile, something safe. George felt the tension in his shoulders loosen ever so slightly, and his stomach felt weird. What on earth is wrong with me? I've only had 3 drinks.

She lifted her head and scouted the area before walking out from behind the bar and gesturing for George to follow her. Glancing behind him, he rounded the bench and followed her to the swinging doors she pointed out. With one last look behind her she pushed and held them open for George to step through. He thanked her and shuffled past, albeit a little awkwardly, his hand accidently brushing her arm. Allowing his eyes to adjust to the darker ambience of the room, George quickly spotted Chris, Bach, and ArthurTV sitting at a large table in the centre.

After letting George in, the bartender quickly spoke to the group with a warm smile, "I'll be back in a tick guys, just get comfy." Arthur called out a "thank you" after her as she pushed the doors open and walked out of the room.

“Hey, you made it!” Chris walked up and clapped him on the back.

“Yeah, mate.” Still confused, George added, “What’s actually happening?”

“That bartender is a legend, man. She offered us to smuggle us out of the crowd to avoid the shitshow out there, like a fucking espionage mission or some shit. It’s absolutely mad out there,” Bach said. Admittedly, George felt his heart swell a little more than it should have at the act of kindness. Probably just heightened emotions – it’s been a rough few hours, he told himself.

“Oh, she’s so lovely! She even set us up with a free round for the inconvenience,” ArthurTV exclaimed holding up his pint. George couldn't help but feel a little bit guilty that the woman felt the need to compensate for them essentially leading a mob in here. It wasn't her fault at all - if anything, he owed her.

Bach grabbed George by the shoulders and led him to the table. It was a lovely room. With dark oak furnishings and low hanging yellow lights, complete with plush couches and a private unmanned bar, no doubt it was classy.

Gradually, Arthur Hill and the rest of the crew filtered into the room. Admittedly, despite how much they all love their fanbase, it was lovely to have a moment of peace. For the first time in a few hours, they were able to laugh and chat together without being interrupted or bumped into. George ran a hand through his hair, laughing loudly as Chris choked on his drink. He allowed himself to forget about the massive crowd awaiting him outside, and all the people he was bound to meet tonight. He let himself relish in the moment with his friends that he'd been so excited for. But in the back of his mind, he couldn't help but wonder when the beautiful bartender would come back.

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Alrightie so this is Part 1... what do we think?

This is very much an introduction type chapter - if you guys like this concept so far I have a lot of ideas for the coming parts. So far I'm anticipating this will be a 3-part series with the chance of an epilogue kinda thing.