George Clarke X Reader - Blog Posts

Bob

Description: Y/n is a barista at a local coffee shop, too bad the newest Barista doesn't know about his past selves mistake.

George Clarke was far from proud of the situation he has put himself in. Coming to the same coffeehouse since he was 10, back when the barista asked his name and he jokingly answered as "Bob, like the Sponge"

Its been years and as the people cycled through the shop his nickname remained. No matter what he got or who with, his cup would say "Bob, like the sponge" at times it would even have pictures of the classic yellow sponge.

The reason of his sudden embarrassment? It was all thanks to the hot Barista who asked for his name and someone else answered for him.

"Oh that's Bob" Georges smirk fell from his face. The pick up line dying on his tongue.

Fuck.

The girl looked at him a moment longer before shrugging and writing it on the cup. As she did so her coworker started to explain the lore. George watched past the extra cups and the hundreds of packs of sugar. How his mistake as a little boy was making a pleasant afternoon hell.

"I don't think you look like a Bob" she said when she walked over, "More like a Cornelius" she said with a smile. Him shaking his head but never telling her the real one.

And so this continued. Him coming in and having her try to guess his name. She started off wacky, something George found cute.

Y/n knew who George was. Her brother was a huge fan, but she knew that if she told him she knew that he might stop coming around.

"I like your shirt, that's a great band" she pointed at his shirt, the band had been one he's seen many times.

They had great chemistry, something she wanted to pursue. Not sure how and trying to buy time she continued the game of guessing until it dawned upon her.

He had been posting about going to a concert she had gotten tickets for and finally used it as an open when he wore one of the bands t shirts.

"Right! I've been trying to get my friends to come with me to see them when they play in August" he says excitedly. He had been texting Chris about going that exact morning

"The one on the 20th or the 21st?" She asked as she set the cup of coffee down infront of him.

"The 20th, I have to take a flight the next day, either wise I'd go both days"

"Well I guess I'll see you there" she said with a warm smile.

He was caught off by it. His ears returned to red as he took the coffee and walked out. Looking at the name on the cup it didn't say Bob or Thomas rather a phone number and surprisingly George Clarke.

Of course when he found out the full of her plan he was amazed. He had no clue, of course now whenever he ordered coffee he always put down the name Cornelius.

Because in his wife's words, he looked like one.

Always Be You

Description: George is so scared of losing you that he puts all his cards on the table. Blurting out his feelings is always a good idea right?

Being friends with George was awesome. So fucking awesome. From being each others bus buddies from the age of 5 to 18 and having almost every class together. Y/n had been his neighbour since he began primary.

Now, several years later they were just as close. Eachothers emergency contacts, biggest supporters, and as you could probably guess long time crush.

His mum told him probably a thousand times that they would end up together. Everytime she caught her son waiting for her to text back or when he'd leave for school early to have enough time to pick her up.

George fell for her after though his soul knew since the first time they met. When he finally figured out she also liked him he thought it was something he had missed his chance on.

The day his mum telling him that she liked him, only for him to shake his head and run off to his bedroom.

Now, he stood infront of her apartment. He was there for a party and to meet her new "friend" Michael.

She had asked him to come as a favour and wasn't given any details.

He seethed at the thought of him. He had not wanted to go, but knew this meant a lot to you. Knocking on the door you opened it.

Wearing a dress he bought for you and earrings his mother gave you. You looked like a dream come true.

"George! Its about time you got here" you said as you ushered him in. He loved the feeling of her hands on him.

Walking in he was met with the smell of something delicious cooking on the stove and the flat empty.

"Where's everyone else?" He asked, he was mentally freaking out that it might just be the three of you.

"No one, just us" she confessed "I have something important I wanted to ask.

A million worries came to him as he stood in the same kitchen he spent many late nights in. He nodded for her to keep going.

"So I know you're worried about me and Michael-"

"I'm in love with you!" He shouted. The fuze of his heart being lit in the same amount it took to explode "And I have been for awhile. I know you don't love me anymore but I can't have you talking about him around me" he wanted to cry "I just can't"

He slumped into the barstool. You watching him with an open open mouth

"I'm in love with you too" you said, your voice barely above a whisper. 8 year old you would have fainted at this point. Admitting it to your diary was nothing to admitting it to the man himself.

She had known longer but let the feelings inside her simmer. She gave up hope, but a little bit of her never gave up. Now seeing the man in front of her she was glad she kept it.

He flung himself up, kissing you passionately. His weight on you a gentle indication of how much he truly loved you. Finally backing away yo let you each breathe. She looks at him with a Dazed look

"Now back to why I invited you over, Michael is getting married and I was hoping you'd be my plus one...everyone else is coming to the party in 20, I just wanted to ask before" George rolled his eyes, not at her but at his own silly jealousy.

"Yeah I'd love to come" he leans in, kissing her again "As long as I can go as your boyfriend" she pretended to think, tapping her finger but before she could answer he leaned in again.

"Your mum is going to explode when we tell her" his face fell. He had to do something he hated, telling his mum that she was right.

I'm going to preface this by saying I am Canadian so I call it Soccer sometimes.

Smooth As Soccer

Description: George hits Y/n with a football and as he makes sure she's okay...he notices how pretty she is.

It wasn't everyday that Y/n had the chance to go to the park and read her book. Probably closer to every two weeks, but when she got the chance she took it.

Sitting under a particularly comfortable tree with her book in her lap she could breathe easier. The noises around her blending into white noise as she was fully immersed.

That was until a soccer ball hit her face.

Square in the nose, the pain came after the confusion. A pulsating sting surged through her face as her hands came up to her nose.

If she hadn't been so disoriented she would have noticed how quickly he got to her. Almost as if he had kicked it this direction and kept going.

"Oh my fucking god I am so sorry!" George ran to her, kneeling down to get a better look at the damage he had inflicted.

"Should I call an ambulance?" A voice from over his shoulder called, she was too focused on the pain to respond.

"I Don't think I broke anything he shouted back" his voice shaky

"Yeah no- I don't need one" you said, bringing your hands down seeing no blood. The man infront of you took your chin between his fingers and took a good look at you.

In any other scenario you'd be dying of embarrassment at the touch of a stranger, but again you were focused on other things.

"Its swelling a lot, I am so sorry" he said letting go of your chin "Is there anyway I can make it up to you? Like anything?"

His guilt was weighing on him like a tonne of bricks. Not only had he hurt you but he had done it in a way where you may seriously hate him.

Y/n shook her head, finally getting a good look of the man her cheeks became warm. His soft brown curls moved with him as he tilted his head

"No, no I'll be okay" she stood up reaching for her book "Uh yeah" George found her newfound awkwardness cute, standing up as well he was quite a bit taller catching them both off guard.

He noticed the book she dropped, it had been one of his favourites. Another reason to like her he thought. He wanted to tell her but knew it probably wasn't the best time. Instead he introduced himself.

"I'm George" he said his a hand going to the back of his neck.

"I'm Y/n" she heard more noises coming from behind him, glancing she saw more men all waiting for their friend to return with the ball. One of the guys waving when he saw her.

As she was looking past, George's heart began beating fast. She was really pretty up close. Her hair was styled perfectly for her face, and her eyes were so bright.

He felt creepy staring at her like this, but he couldn't help himself. When she did turn back she didn't catch him

"I don't want to keep you from your game" she said giving him a small smile. It was hard to not notice how handsome he was, but wow did her face hurt

"Well maybe I can see you again? As an apology I mean" he suggested shyly, pulling out his phone "or like just to hang out?" She giggled at his sudden insecurity

"I'd like that, here's my number" She took the outstretched phone and put in her information.

Now, a few weeks later Y/n stood in a line with her new boyfriend and all his friends. Playing soccer was something they all really enjoyed, and she had been roped into coming.

"George, you hit another girl while we're here you can walk home" you jokingly warn. Of course it later came out that he had purposefully hit you to try and get your attention, though he wasn't expecting to hit you so hard.

"Pssh, you say that like he hadn't tried to get your attention plenty of times before" Chris jokes being met with a pink George and a confused Y/n.

"Wait...had you tried to get my attention before?" George looked away, nudging the soccer ball with his foot "God you're not smooth"

"But look at us now! No need to dwell on the past" he said loudly, earning eye rolls from his friends "Y/n is on my team" he directed as the group split in half.

Y/n could see her favourite tree from where she stood on the field. A direct line of sight to it. If she had looked up even once from her book she would have seen him.

With that she let out a small laugh.

Possessive George would be hot

Sweaty and Embarrassed

Description: George is a little protective over his girlfriend, especially when it comes to the handsome crew member she befriends.

If there was one thing George was embarrassed of, it was how jealous he was about his girlfriend. Not your checking her dms or not letting men talk to her type, no George was worse.

"Why can't I go?" Y/n whined, she had wanted to go out with George for a day of filming, only for him to flake at the last moment due to being sick.

"Because you love me, and I think I might have gotten you sick too. Best not to spread it" he explained from his room.

She had really been looking forward to this trip. She wasn't one to be on camera, but the area the boys were going to had a fabulous book store she was dying to go to.

"Sweetie please, I really want to go" she came into the room, seeing a pouting George laying in bed with his arms crossed.

"Fine, we can go. But I want you near me at all times okay?" He usually wasn't like this, but there was one man he was worried about.

Jordan was a new camera guy working for the crew. He was a good looking guy and George saw how he looked at you.

You two were a little too close in his opinion. Texting eachother occasionally and even rarer a phone call.

"What is going on with you??" Y/n asked confused. She had known he could be protective but forbidding her from going out with him was new.

"Just stick with me please!" He pleaded. She put her hands up, agreeing. When they finally showed up Isacc immediately gave them a fake hard time.

"Wow George, you take forever mate and you still look like you rolled out of bed" the other laughing. One person George thought was laughing too hard was Jordan. He let out a fake laugh before finding Chris.

You followed along, stringing along as to not make the pouty boy anymore upset. His behaviour was so confusing to her, one thing was for sure it was adorable.

"Okay, we should be able to film here. Oh Hi Y/n! Sabine just went to the book store if you want to go with her?" He pointed to the woman walking away, her turning over her shoulder and waving over Y/n.

"Yes! I've been dying to go!!" She kissed George's cheek and caught up. Once she was gone the man stood. He was happy with this, he trusted Sabine and was glad that Y/n was far away from Jordan.

Later when you and Sabine returned, the two of you were met with sweaty men covered in grass. Not surprised in the slightest, after dropping off your bags in your car you were sat behind the cameras when Jordan sat down next to you

"Oh my god Y/n, I thought you were avoiding me" he complained, "My boyfriend was asking about your date the other night. Did George like the shirt?"

Y/n pulled out her phone showing him the different photos of her grinning boyfriend proudly showing off his shirt that had "second best boyfriend" in large letters.

"Loved it, I think today is the first day he's not wearing it" she jokes.

George stood across the field when he saw Jordan sit with Y/n, the both of you having a conversation. He immediately looked to the camera before booking it over. Once there he grabbed you and pulled you away

"I need you for a second!" Once a little bit away he tore into you "Why were you talking to him!? He's practically eye fucking you" Y/n stood with her hands on her hips

"...are you being for real?" George's hurt expression grew "Jordan is gay" as soon as it was said his face changed. His lips forming an o shape.

"I'm going to let it go this time, because you were cute when jealous. But next time trust me ok?" She placed her hand on his cheek, "I only love you"

George nodded and leaned into her touch. His breathing becoming steady as he looked into her eyes.

"I'm sorry, I just got- I'm sorry. I love you too" She kissed him, her having to lean up to reach his lips. She considered standing on his cleets but knew he'd freak out.

"Okay, now go finish up. You smell like sweat and grass" he kissed her again before running back out. He was glad the cameras were off him, because his cheeks were burning red.

George Clarke Masterlist

Headcannons

Sweaty and Embarrassed

Smooth as Soccer

Always Be You

Bob

Date night + Boys

George Clarke Headcannons

☆ Before you two move in together he never comes over empty handed. Always bringing either dinner, wine, or some desserts you mentioned being your favourite.

♡ Spends literal hours thinking about you at night. He has insomnia and in his sleep deprived state, he likes when his mind drifts to you.

☆ Is a bit of a drama queen when it comes to being sick. He needs constant attention or else he begins to get crabby. He doesn't mean to, it just happens.

♡ He loves to kiss your temple. It makes him feel tall and that he is keeping you safe, all from a peck on the head, but you don't mind.

☆ He loves messing with your hair. if you have long hair, he’ll twirl it around his fingers while talking to you. He is learning how to braid it for you too.

♡ Cooks for you in the mornings and always so proud of himself after. Even if the eggs are a little too crisp and the coffee is weak, you are happy to have it.

☆ Loves teasing you and being teased by you. Asks you to never go easy on him, pull no punches. Does he sometimes reuse your material in videos? Yes.

♡ Who never lets you pay something. When you go shopping and you take out your wallet to pay, he frowns dramatically before snatching it and paying.

☆ Spends every moment he can with you, if he's not literally holding your hand then you better believe he's filming and thinking about holding your hand. Its gotten to the point Max has called it his "Y/n Gaze".

♡ Asked you out when his football rolled over to you and instead of asking for you to kick it back he ran up and apologised before introducing himself.

☆ His family loves you so much, to the point they make jokes that you are their favourite. George rolled his eyes and answered "She's my favourite too"