#rougetv

George Clarkey x fem!reader

SUMMARY: George speaks to you about the comments on Arthur Hill’s last video and it ends up not how you expected it to…

WARNING: a bit steamy, swearing

(anonymous request)

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“Come in!”

She glances up from her spot, sat cross-legged on Arthur’s bed, smiling kindly when she sees George stood in the doorway. “Hey Georgie, Arthur’s not her-“

“Actually, I came to talk to you.”

And that’s when she picks up on his change in demeanor, how he wasn’t smiling, how his body language was tense and rigid, how he was fidgeting slightly, how he looked almost… nervous?

A frown of confusion forms on her face as she takes in his abnormal behavior, almost immediately sitting up straight on her best friend’s best and softening her gaze.

“Okay… whats wrong?” She pats the edge of the bed as she speaks, silently offering him a seat, which he accepts, stepping forward to perch on the edge.

She shifts over to sit next to him, offering him a sympathetic smile as she looks into those piercing blue eyes that always make her weak at the knees, but right now they were filling her with concern.

“So… Arthur’s new video,” he reaches into the back pocket of his baggy jeans, which she knew damn well were his favorite, and pulling out his phone, which was already open on the comments of their musician friend’s last video. She’d heard the sound on repeat for the last hour, but she just assumed it was either him or Chris checking out the new song, but obviously it was George scrolling through all the comments.

“Have you seen the comments?”

Of course she’d seen the comments. She’d stayed up for hours on end reading every single word, her mind playing out hundreds of scenarios of if George felt the same way she did. She’d gone through hundreds of thousands of comments, her heart clenching painfully with each work that she read, getting her hops up every time that George may share her feelings, before reminding herself that it’s unrequited love. Or so she thought.

Her eyes flicked up to meet the gorgeous brunette’s as she nods, swallowing hard to steel her nerves as her eyes dart between him and his phone. Just as she looks down to see the comments, her eyes catch the exact moment that fans are going crazy over, seeing the love in his eyes, how gentle he is when he grabs her hand, how he’s completely unable to hold back a huge dopey smile, and how he blushes ever so slightly when his arm wraps around her waist.

Maybe she was wrong.

Maybe he liked her back.

Maybe… oh fuck it.

She doesn’t let herself overthink it, she barely even thinks, she takes a shot, just like he had. The second he looks back up from the open video to speak, her lips softly press against his.

George’s eyes nearly pop out of his head when he feels her lips meet his, the scent of her lip balm and perfume overwhelming his senses, the feeling of her lips that he’d spent so long staring at and imagining this very moment, making his heart beat so hard he was sure she could hear it about to hammer out of his chest.

Her hand, that had automatically rested on his arm, felt him tense in shock, her heart immediately shattering as she pulled away, her eyes wide with regret as she takes in the unreadable expression on his face, her own expression contorting into one of panic.

“Shit. I’m so sorry, I don’t know what I was thinking. I jus-“

Silencing her babbling apology, George leans forward, crashing his lips onto hers, drawing a gasp of shock out of her before she melts into the kiss.

His large hands reach out, gripping her hips and tugging her towards him, needing her as close as possible as his lips move against hers in a steady, passionate rhythm.

Her manicured hands lift, one hand tangling in his shaggy dark hair that he’d grown into a mullet, which had made her ache between the legs the first time she saw it, tugging lightly on the soft strands between her fingers, eliciting a quiet groan from him. A shiver runs down her spine at the sound he lets out, her lips instinctively pressing harder against his, the kiss growing passionate, messy, a clash of teeth and tongue.

The mattress hits her back, the duvet molding around the pair as George slowly guides her backwards, shifting to hover above her with his muscular forearms supporting him on either side of her head, her free hand gripping his shirt collar to drag him down closer to her, his lips never once leaving hers.

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Realisation dawns her by the time his lips are trailing down, sucking dark hickeys into her neck and collarbone, and his large hands are slowly slipping beneath the hem of her shirt, tracing the lines of her curves.

“Georgie… you’re not fucking me in Arthur’s bed”

A warm chuckle rumbled from his chest, detaching his lips from her soft skin and bringing his head up to rest his forehead against her own, unable to contain the giant lovesick smile on his face, and neither could she.

Both sharing a small laugh at their own rash behavior, she wraps her arms around the back of his hug, letting him bury his head into the crook of her neck, relaxing into each other’s touch.

Her hand slowly reaches down, hesitating for a second before cupping his jaw and tilting his head back up to hers. Her voice barely above a whisper.

“I love you.”

She swallows hard, her eyes frantically searching his in an attempt to gauge his reaction, quickly blabbering on again before he even has a chance to respond.

“You don’t have to say it ba-“

“I love you too, Y/n”

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Didn’t really have any good ideas for this so it’s a little rushed but hope you guys liked it! xx

@misplacedxeggos