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hiii i know you said i didn’t need to send u a request but i couldn’t help myself- thoughts on dixon!reader/chris’s sister!reader x george??

where they meet for the first time at chris’s birthday party and it’s a love at first sight kind of thing but also sort of forbidden love cause she’s related to chris…

OFF LIMITS - G.CLARKE

George clarke x dixion!reader

CONTAINS: fluff, smut (if you squint)

SUMMARY: Chris' sister is back in town for his birthday, in where she meets George Clarke for the first time.

AUTHORS NOTE: is this too niche?? never written anything 'smutty' before so I hope this is okay! thank you for requesting, sorry it took so long <3

my requests are open.

CHRIS' FLAT WAS ALREADY PACKED by the time she got there, squeezing through the crowd of people, she scouted her brother amongst them.

"You're here, finally!" Chris grinned, pulling her into a hug.

"Yeah, sorry I'm late - the train ran late." She shouted over the music.

Nodding understandingly, he gently pushes her towards the kitchen, "Go on, get yourself a drink."

She makes her way to the kitchen, pouring herself a drink, when she hears someone's voice from behind her.

"youre Chris' sister, right?"

She turned around. The guy was taller than expected, with messy curls, and that familiar face from Chris' videos. George Clarke. She nodded slowly, caught off guard by how attractive he looked in real life.

"That obvious?"

He shrugged, grinning. "You look alike - you have the same judging face as he does."

She snorts, "That's true, actually"

"I'm George," he introduces, offering his hand.

"I know," she replies quickly.

"Oh?" his grin widened. "Fan?"

She raised her brow, a smirk tugging on her lips "You wish."

He laughed, "fair."

There was a pause, not awkward, just heavy with something else. Intrest? curiosity?

For the rest of the night, the two kept glancing at each other, unable to keep their eyes away and ignore the tension simmering between them.

It wasn't planned. She hadn't meant to follow him into his room, but here they were, his hands in her hair, her mouth on his. It was messy. fast. real. For a second, nothing else existed. just them, not Chris down the hall, not the music or the fact that George was passionately making out with Chris' sister. It was just them.

And it carried on that way for many months, with her frequent visits to "see Chris", but both of them knew it wasn't that (sorry Chris xoxo). There was always an excuse. She'd show up under the guise of catching up, maybe even pretend she was just in the area. And Chris? he never questioned it. I mean, why would he? She was his sister, after all; in fact, Chris liked that he got to see more of her lately. George played along effortlessly, but behind closed doors, it was different. There were quiet glances across the room, brushed hands in hallways, and stolen kisses when no one was looking. Late nights in his room with the door shut, Chris across the hall, oblivious to the fact that George was pressed against her like he couldn't bear to be apart. Some nights, it was innocent. Just talking until the morning sun shone through his bedroom windows, laughing quietly into each other. It never stayed innocent for long, though.

He'd pull her in, his hands slipping under the hem of his her hoodie like it belonged there. lips on her neck, breath hot against her skin, as his other hand made its way to between her thighs.

Sometimes, when her legs wrapped around his waist and his mouth moved against hers like he was trying to memorise every inch of her, he'd pause, just for a second and whisper her name like it was something sacred.

It was messy. addictive. and getting much harder to hide. Because no matter how careful they were, someone was bound to notice. And what were they to do then?

Anyone want a part 2?

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SILENT COMFORTS - G.CLARKE

George clarke x fem!reader

CONTAINS: fluff, sickness,

SUMMARY: When George's girlfriend goes radio silent, he goes to check up on her only to find out she is sick.

AUTHORS NOTE: Hope you enjoy, Sorry my fics are short <3

Requests are open.

GEORGE NOTICED IT AROUND MIDDAY. No reply to his message from last night -nothing urgent, just a joke he'd sent before bed. Normally, she would have at least replied by now. He brushed it off, though; he didn't want to come off as clingy or overbearing, so he just left it and figured she was busy with work.

By the time the afternoon rolled around, he had checked twice more. Still nothing, she was typically good at replying right away, so he knew something was up. He hesitated, then sent another text

↳ you good? x

He left it at that. short and simple.

Still no answer.

It was quiet when he got to her flat. He knocked once, then again.

"Hello?" he called gently. "It's me... George. Just thought I'd see if you're okay."

No answer.

He stood there for what felt like a while contemplating whether he should call out again. but the sound of feet shuffling against the wooden floor pulled him out of his head. The door opened just enough for her to peer out. She looked pale, wrapped in one of his hoodies, her eyes red, nose streaming - she looked rough to say the least.

"Hey", she murmured, her voice hoarse.

George blinked. "You alright? You look rough." His forehead creased with worry.

"I've been in bed all day - think I caught something from that bar we went to the other night," she sighs.

"Why didn't you say anything?"

She rubbed her eyes, leaning on the doorframe. "phone died and I just couldn't be arsed to move all day.."

George exhaled, the tension finally easing from his shoulders. "You had me worried, poppet."

"Didn't mean to," She replies, stepping aside to let him in. He dropped his bag and kicked off his shoes.

"You've eaten yet?"

She shakes her head.

"Alright. tea, toast, paracetamol. Then we'll get into bed and put on something, sound alright, poppet?"

She nods tiredly - already trudging her way through to the lounge and into her living room, where she slumps onto the sofa. Whilst George busies himself in the kitchen.

It wasn't long before the tea and toast were digested. Her head rested on his shoulder, legs across his lap as his hands traced patterns on her thigh and shoulder. a comforting silence. Once in a while, he'll place a feather-light kiss on her head.

Neither of them said much for a while. Just the hum of the tv playing some shitty show and the sound of the bustling city outside.

Sometimes, that was enough.

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GEORGE CLARKE - by the sidelines

George Clarke x Fem!reader

CONTAINS: fluff, established relationship

SUMMARY: George is playing in the Sidemen's charity match, his biggest dream. From the sidelines, his girlfriend watches even when he scores a goal.

AUTHORS NOTE: I cannot write football games for shittt. Also, sorry if this is so cheesy Lmfao

requests are open <3

GEORGE IS STANDING ON THE PITCH AT WEMBLEY STADIUM. His heart thumped harder than ever before. The roar of the crowd - 90,000 people watching. This was it. The Sidemen charity match. The event he'd watched for years growing up - and now he was in it.

Sweat dripped onto his forehead as the game started up again. he sent a brief look to where he knew she'd be. There she was - his girlfriend. She knew how much this meant to George, she had been there through it all - his first viral TikTok, his first video with the sidemen and much more.

The whistle blew, catching his attention. When he finally had the chance, almost too perfect - the ball came flying toward him from the midfield, and time seemed to slow. He took two strides, landing himself against the net, but when the crowd erupted in cheers was when he noticed he had also kicked the ball into the goal, scoring for the Sidemen FC. Teammates swarmed him, cameras flashed, but through it all, his eyes found hers again. She had stood up, hands covering her mouth in disbelief. Then she cheered, loud and proud, clapping and jumping on her feet. That look - that moment - meant more to George than the goal ever could. It wasn't just a dream come true. It was a dream shared

Later on, when they finally had a moment for his own, he went straight to her. Wrapping his arms around her like he'd just scored again, "you did it," she whispered into his shoulder, voice tight with emotion. George pulled back just enough to see her face.

"I actually did it!" his excitement was palpable.

She laughed through the happy tears. "You scored in the Sidemen charity match. You - god, George, I'm so proud of you."

"I know," he said, eyes wide with disbelief, "and you were there. You saw it."

"I wouldn't miss it for the world, Clarke."

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GEORGE CLARKE - waited long enough

George Clarke x Fem!reader

CONTAINS: fluff, established relationship

SUMMARY: In which George has been away for the week filming Inside for Netflix, and he's returning home to you.

AUTHORS NOTE: hey guys!! this is my first time writing, so im sorry if its badly done <3

my requests are open.

IT HAD BEEN A LONG WEEK, TO SAY THE LEAST. You and George hadn't spent more than a day apart since you started dating, so having him away filming inside for Netflix felt strangely unfamiliar. You had found yourself reaching for your phone more than once, half expecting to see one of Georges messages he'd send you throughout the day - but there was nothing this time. You had told yourself not to be dramatic about this it was only a week, couples did this sort of thing all the time, surely. It was more the fact that you were constantly worrying about how he was getting on. was he okay? was he getting on with everyone in there?

Not having long left to worry further, George was now, almost a week later, coming back home. a fluttering feeling in her chest, a pounding in her heart as she sat anxiously, anticipating his arrival. Sitting on the sofa in his shared apartment with his friends, her head snaps up at the sound of the door opening. quickly making her way towards the door, her socks sliding against the wooden flooring, she couldn't help but feel the rush of excitement.

The door swung open fully, revealing George standing there, exhausted but smiling widely. His eyes locked onto hers, and that familiar warmth spread through her, she launched herself into his arms wrapping her arms around his neck. Lifting her up and twirling her around slightly, her murmurs. "hey," his voice soft, his hands cupping her face once he had put her down again. Pulling back slightly to look at her, "missed you so much"

She smiles connecting their foreheads, "You have no idea," She whispered, and before he could respond, she kissed him. soft and slow, pouring all her love into it.

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