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second chances (in a room full of people) ☆彡

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arthur tv x fem!reader

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fluff and angst

summary: you’ve been on the ukyt scene for a few years now but just moved to london where you find out arthurtv is your neighbor. you’ve met before, and had undeniable chemistry in the time you spent together, but even with the possibility of long distance from your hometown hours away, you decided nothing could be pursued between you two. since you’re both in the same city again years later, what happens now?

warning: alcohol, partying, bad friends, insecurity, toxic? relationship, poor communication, verbal argument

word count: 10k (about a 30-50 minute read)

a/n: i put wayyyy too much backstory here but these are the kinds of scenarios i have to set up in full detail in my head so i can think about them before i go to sleep at night. i apologize if it gets boring. i had a vision so bare with me

song rec: do i wanna know- arctic monkeys

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Being a content creator outside of London was especially challenging. Yes, you had become fairly successful across social media, but with the limitations of the small hometown where you were from, it had felt particularly isolating and hard to make other influencer friends. No doubt you were constantly traveling out of town to brand events in the city, where you’d get to meet other content creators just like you, but with the distance, you struggled to form closer, long-term connections with just about anyone. You’d follow all the nice people who you met and bonded with at all these events on social media and were especially friendly when you’d dm back and forth after the initial excitement of meeting them for the first time, but none of those connections ever really lasted. Every conversation you had seemed to sort of fizzle out once you realized the distance kept you from ever being able to meet up with anyone to collab and go out to even just hang out. You never became close enough with anyone for them to want and travel a few hours into the country just to come and see you. Despite this endless cycle of friendless torment, you still enjoyed going to all the brand events you were invited to whenever you could to continue supporting your career, which was how you first met Arthur, two years ago in Rome.

You had both been flown out by Amazon Prime to help promote a new show. There were plenty of other content creators there, but you and Arthur naturally gravitated towards each other the moment you first laid eyes on each other in the hotel lobby before going out with everyone else for the night. You were well aware of him before meeting in person but were surprised as to how well the two of you would actually get along. You were a beauty influencer who dropped out of uni to pursue your dreams and held a special place in your heart for interests such as literature and music which you’d make videos about when you weren’t busy producing makeup tutorials. You had found out about Arthur through the Sidemen, and admired his career journey, seeing how he decided not to continue being a lawyer but was now making content he showed a genuine passion for. His interest in science and animals allowed the two of you to bond over having a nerdy side you weren’t afraid to show on screen. It was so easy for you to talk to each other. You never got tired of just listening to one another yap all day about anything you thought was interesting. For the entire week you two shared in the city, you spent practically every second you could together. You’d meet up at each other's rooms to just hang out and maybe watch a movie together late at night or play chess, and you were always spending time together at the events Amazon had planned out for everyone. In your spare time, away from any sort of cameras or other people, you two would explore the city together at night, when hundreds of tourists weren’t flocking the streets, and so you took the time to relish in the beauty and magnificence of your surroundings, under a blanket of sparkling stars every night for a week. With the time spent together, you two enjoyed getting to know each other more personally, by comparing your respective journeys to content creation and your hopes and dreams for your future, the whole week that went by and the whole trip felt entirely magical just because of him. With how well you bonded, it was undeniable you two had great chemistry. It would be a lie to say you also didn’t think him to be incredibly handsome and charming. He seemed to share the same sentiment of affection for you, as you noticed, that whenever you were together, he could never take his eyes off of you. Inevitably, one of you tried to make a move on the other, and with how well the trip went, you should’ve felt excited to see where this new relationship would take you two.

But yet there was the same problem. Arthur was living in London and you were still stuck in your hometown hours away. Despite how with your entire heart you yearned for a future with this man, you knew it would be best to end anything before it even started, to save yourself from any disappointment of another failed connection. The two of you remained in contact for a few weeks after the brand trip, but you let the excitement fizzle out, knowing that long distance wasn’t something you were willing to subject yourself to, even if Arthur didn’t feel the same way about the fate of your relationship. You couldn’t let yourself be set up for false hopes just to see people who you really cared about not give the same energy back to you. You felt bad for never giving him a chance, but you knew it would be for the best. Shit, and it's been a few years now, it wasn’t like you were ever going to see him again. Right?

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After saving up your money, you decided the isolation was entirely unbearable so it was about time you moved to London. You’d grown even more in success and were getting called out into the city at a greater frequency, so it seemed like the most logical choice for you. Leaving your family, hometown friends, and everything you found familiar behind was scary, but you also welcomed this exciting change with open, hopeful arms.

It was a relatively nice day almost a week after you moved into your new building when you decided to head out on some errands. Leaving your flat and taking the elevator down with no worry in the world, you were strutting across the brightly lit lobby towards the main exit when a certain man entered the building. Arthur. 

“holy shit..” you involuntarily mumbled out loud to yourself. 

This was… a surprise. It would be a lie to say you hadn’t thought about him in the years you spent apart. You did allow yourself to get over him and move on with your life to some extent, but you had to admit, seeing him on your Instagram feed, or featured in somebody else’s YouTube videos threatened to reopen the wound you were allowing yourself to heal from. You’d always catch yourself lingering for a second too long on any picture of him that popped up on your phone, but generally tried to avoid any form of content he’d appear in, only sometimes allowing yourself to indulge in a video either by him or something he was featured in, given it was hard not to since you were both UK YouTubers and shared many mutual connections within the content you were consuming. But Arthur was the one person whose potential friendship you were the most upset about. If anything came out of the Rome trip, it was the confirmation of how perfect you two would be together. But in this reality where you two never pursued a relationship, only you were to blame for that.

Arthur didn’t seem to notice you as he struggled to enter the building holding bags of groceries, eyebrows furrowed and mumbling curses to himself for not having any extra hands, but you had noticed him right away. Despite still seeing him on the internet the past few years, it was quite a shock to realize how mature he’d grown once he was standing in front of you and not behind a phone screen. He’d grown out the hair on his head which was fluffy and light, his new facial hair made him even more handsome than you could’ve imagined in real life. The features on his face were solid and defined, the parts of his arms that poked out of the sleeves of his shirt were clearly toned, and his skin was nicely tan. It was heavenly the way he looked right now, and it was all real, a legible presence you could scan over with your own eyes. If you hadn’t noticed how long you’d been staring at him, Arthur sure did.

The moment you two locked eyes on each other, something shifted in the air. He’d stopped dead in his tracks the same way you did in the middle of the lobby. Only a few feet apart, the both of you went through the same wave of emotions in sequence. First, surprise and shock were plastered on your faces, next was a small hint of confusion and doubt, and then came the real excitement. 

Both your faces were lit up with smiles as you finally approached each other. You didn’t put much effort into your appearance that morning as you only needed to step out for an hour to grab some things, and the grin on your face could’ve been so big that in any normal scenario, you would’ve felt stupid, but this was Arthur, and you could tell just how equally excited he was to be seeing you right now.

“Hey y/n, oh my goodness… it's been so long, what are you doing here?” he sputtered, intrigued and determined to get answers to your being in London, but he also felt deeply flustered at having someone he once admired reappear when he least expected it. 

His eyes were intensely focused on taking in your appearance the same way you did for him, and you surely noticed the way a warm blush was spreading up his cheeks towards the tips of his ears after he spoke. You definitely had a bit of a glow-up in the past two years. You held a lot more confidence in your appearance, with the way you did your makeup and how you’ve been meticulously perfecting your fashion style, showing it off all over your social media platforms that he no doubt was seeing in his feed as well. Your hair was also dyed a nice color that complemented the tones of your skin more and made your bright eyes stand out. It felt endearing, knowing you could elicit this sort of reaction out of him. 

“Arthur… hi, it’s so good to see you!” you exclaimed, almost too excitedly. “I um, finally bit the bullet and moved to London, so, I live here now!” you proudly proclaimed.

“In this building?” the pitch in his voice flickering higher at the end of his question

“Yes, I got here a few days ago so I’m still unpacking and everything, but I'm really looking forward to calling this place home!”

“Well, y/n that’s amazing! I… I can’t believe you’re here,” Arthur responded endearingly. “I live here as well, on the 15th floor. Wow, I had no idea you decided to move.”

You should’ve guessed from the bags of groceries that Arthur would inevitably return to his flat, and that the flat in question would be in this exact building he entered moments ago, but it seriously came as a shock to learn that he was your neighbor.

“OMG seriously? I mean… yeah, I decided to keep the moving process off camera until I was settled in. I also had no idea you were living here, this is… such a pleasant surprise!” you put on a sweet smile to show just how much you meant what you had said.

Seeing Arthur again didn’t bring any pain to you at this moment. Your heart didn’t ache at the sight of his familiar face, and even with the knowledge that he seemed to be doing very well on his own, without you. You were filled with an incredible feeling of hope within you, a certainty that this was an opportunity for a second chance with Arthur, and this time, you were ready to see how far it could take you. But before you got too ahead of yourself, you still had no way of telling if Arthur felt the same way! He was a nice boy, someone who would no doubt show basic human decency and kindness towards someone they were just seeing again after a few years. He didn’t owe anything to you, and with how you left things after the Rome trip, you felt wholly undeserving of this kind of sweet attention. You tried not to let those thoughts haunt you right this moment, while Arthur was still standing right in front of you.

Arthur matched your initial delight with a sweet smile of his own. For a moment, the two of you just stood there in the lobby, still holding your bags and having your errands to run, but looking at one another and relishing in the pleasures of your reunion. Arthur’s familiar brown doe eyes gazed deeply into yours as a comfortable silence washed over the two of you and the rest of the world seemed to fade away around you. You couldn’t help but try and focus on every little detail of his appearance. His tousled, wind-swept hair, the crookedness of the jumper that covered his chest, the large veins in his hands, and slender fingers holding onto his plastic bags…

Your trance was then broken by the sounds of city traffic outside, bringing you back to your reality as you broke eye contact and felt a deep blush warm your cheeks.

“Well, anyway, it was so amazing seeing you y/n” Arthur stated as calmly as he could after just getting caught up in the moment. You could really tell how genuine he was in his words and in expressing how he felt about seeing you. “We should keep in touch, just in case you need anything or… anyone to show you around.”

“Yeah, that would be amazing. I actually… haven’t really made many friends around here yet. London has proven to be a bit overwhelming and scary and I'm still trying to find my footing here, so yeah, that would be really helpful… thank you” you replied, shyly. “And yes, I really enjoyed seeing you too Arthur.” 

In truth, your distance and isolation from the cultural hub that was London made you a bit rusty when it came to making friends, and over time, made you a bit shy, which you struggled to openly admit to Arthur at the moment. You then thought about just how badly you overshared your deepest insecurity, seconds after it had already come out of your mouth.

But Arthur didn’t seem to react that horribly. You exchanged your up-to-date numbers and were soon off on your separate ways, starting to turn away from him when you heard,

“Actually,” Arthur started. “can I… give you a quick hug? its just been a while, and in truth, I… I've missed you y/n.”

To anyone else, Arthur’s awkward disposition and request would’ve felt off-putting and uncomfortable. You two might’ve not seen each other in years, but the acquaintance you two formed in Rome remained well beyond anything strictly platonic. The familiarity of his true personality shining through in that moment, which you’d once taken for granted, made you want to melt into a puddle of pure affection onto the tiled floor, right then and there.

In appearance, the hug was completely friendly and sweet, and you were glad Arthur had initiated it. But you also couldn’t help but hope there was more to it too, something that proved to you that Arthur also viewed you with more intimate intentions… 

You delighted in the sensation of Arthur’s strong arms moving to wrap around around your back, and the musky scent of his cologne that entered your nose as you buried your head into his shoulder. Your arms wrapped around his neck, and you two stayed like this, two souls intertwined in the middle of a hotel lobby. As you swayed back and forth a little, a comfortable silence and warmth falling over the two of you, you couldn’t help but internally freak out over getting this close to the man you’ve been secretly crushing on for the past two years. With the way you two held each other, you forgot any time had passed at all since having to say goodbye to each other. But you knew there would be a lot of catching up to do between the two of you and unfortunately, some unresolved issues, you two didn’t seem to be very bothered by at the moment, now that you knew you had each other again.

It truly felt like a relief, like you’d been holding your breath when you were without Arthur, and being with him felt natural, like you could breathe once again. It felt like something in your life was missing and now returned to its rightful place, and you couldn’t help but thank the forces of the universe for bringing you two together again

You couldn’t help but hope to be seeing him again very soon.

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 Before parting, you and Arthur agreed to meet up for lunch sometime soon, but while tucked into bed that night, going through your nightly ritual of scrolling through TikTok right before bed, you were surprised to see you’d gotten a text from Arthur:

“hey y/n! again, it was so great seeing you this morning. its pretty late notice but tomorrow night i’m hosting a party at my flat just to celebrate a youtube milestone. you don’t have to come, but i thought about what you said about making friends, and i think this would be a really great opportunity to introduce you to a lot of other YouTubers living here and who you might really connect with. please let me know what you think, i’d really like to see you there :)”

You actually couldn’t believe this was happening. First, reconnecting with Arthur was like a miracle you didn’t even ask for (although you weren’t complaining) and now, you were going to be at a party where you could make influencer friends and catch up on all the London parties and friendships you were missing out on while living in your hometown. 

It was really nice to see how eager Arthur was to help an old friend out. There was no doubt in your mind that you would be going to that party. 

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The entire night you felt restless, tossing and turning before falling asleep only hours after you’d gotten into bed. It felt childish and almost embarrassing how your excitement for this party kept you from falling asleep, and you stayed awake at night, laying on your back and staring at the ceiling while you imagined what it would be like to have all your dreams come true tomorrow night. You definitely wanted to be as nonchalant as possible in presenting yourself to a whole new group of people for the first time. Of course, you might’ve already met a handful of influencers at brand events throughout the city, but first, and even second (or third… or fourth… or whatever…) impressions were everything.  

The entire day was spent excitedly freaking out as the hours went by. Once it became a reasonable time to start getting ready, you settled on a simple black mini-dress and tasteful accessories. You let your hair down but intentionally styled it so it fell in bouncy curls down your back. You didn’t spend too much time on your makeup. Seeing how you’d only just been invited last minute and didn’t expect to know many people there, this didn’t feel like the sort of occasion for you to go all out, but you still felt very pretty and that you were making the right impression with your outfit. 

Taking the elevator a few floors up, you had a complete change of attitude. A whole new set of emotions flooded over you minutes before you’d reached Arthur’s floor, and you needed to mentally prepare yourself for this party. Your hands felt a little clammy, busy fidgeting with the hem of your dress and pulling it down, while also brushing through your hair to tame any stray hairs. With each ping of the elevator that rang out, signaling that you were getting closer and closer to the 15th floor, you were filled with complete dread. You were having second thoughts about this party, knowing you could turn back to the comfort of your flat just a few floors down, even though you’d promised Arthur you’d show up and he’d even texted you the details for tonight. You really didn’t want to let him down again, and deep in your heart, you really wanted to see him again. Being shy and reserved cost you a lot of opportunities in the past, but you were really starting to understand the importance of putting yourself out there, just this time, for your own sake. 

Thinking about Arthur being at the party, ready to greet you, had eased your mind of some of the nerves building up within you. You knew he was someone you could rely on if you were feeling even the tiniest bit anxious. When you two were in Rome, feeling overwhelmed by the countless events Amazon put on for you all, to indulge in drinks and music and partying the whole night, Arthur was there to ground you. Whether that meant leading you outside where it could just be the two of you away from all the chaos, or him delicately cradling your head with both his hands in the middle of the room, with his face placed impossibly close to your face so only you could hear him reassuring you that everything would be okay. And every time, you always believed him. Because Arthur understood you, he could read you like a book. 

As the elevator door opened and you walked timidly to his flat, shaking from anxiety a little more than you’d like to admit, and double- and triple-checking you arrived at the right door, you could already hear the sound of upbeat party music flooding through the door into the hallway. The vibrations of the bass made the shaky legs you were standing on even more unstable. You made some final touches, fidgeting with your look even though you had no way of seeing what you actually looked like as you stood in front of his door. Unsure of whether to knock or not, and just walk in, you were ultimately saved from your internal conflict by the sight of someone swinging the door open.

You were very pleasantly surprised at the sight before you, although it was not what you expected. A clearly intoxicated man with a drink in one hand and a huge smile plastered across his face beckoned you into the flat.

“WELCOME…WELCOME, GET YOURSELF IN HERE AND GET WILD!!!”

The boldness of this man left you in some shock as you obeyed his drunken orders and entered the space, too much in disbelief to even react when he came up beside you to slip a limp arm around your shoulder and further drag you into the flat while bouncing with chaotic energy. Looking around, there was a clear resemblance to your own unit a few floors below. It was sleek and modern like the rest of the building, but this space was definitely much bigger and could clearly accommodate such a large crowd. The ceiling felt much higher and had larger windows that allowed you to clearly see the London skyline from wherever you were standing. A mix of moonlight and LED lights illuminated the space. Your thoughts then started drifting to whether or not Arthur lived with other people in this huge space. You couldn’t really tell from where you were standing, only a few feet from the door at the edge of the living room, how many bedrooms this unit had. You remember from when you first met each other, he’d mentioned living with roommates then, but that was years ago, and you were also starting to get nervous about whether or not a significant other Arthur could've failed to mention, could also be involved…

It suddenly all felt like too much. The smell of alcohol and BO coming off of the drunken man completely wafted over you, and you couldn’t help but start to feel a little disgusted as you two stood there when someone else started rushing towards you to save the day…

“ARTHUR!!! I FOUND HER, I GOT HER HERE!” the man with you exclaimed towards Arthur coming towards you.

“Thanks, Chris! I’m sure y/n wouldn’t mind if you let go of her now,” Arthur calmly pleaded, flashing you a quick apologetic look before directing his hands and manhandling his friend away from you.

Chris’ arm slid out from around you as he mumbled a little incoherent apology, never letting his grin leave his face as he now stood and shifted all his weight onto Arthur, clearly taking the time to look at you, then look at him before flashing a not so subtle wink and giving a loud pat on his back and running off. 

“What a weird guy… sorry about that,” Arthur apologized again, his face practically wincing with embarrassment as a hand came up to rub at his eyebrows. “I told him to keep an eye out for when you arrived, but I had no idea he’d get this rowdy already”

“Oh… it's fine, I’m sorry if I’m kind of late…” you said with an ounce of embarrassment, lowering your head toward the ground to avoid the intensity of his gaze

“No it's, fine, you’re okay” Arthur reassured you with a gentle smile.

Since running into each other, you two hadn’t properly taken the time to greet each other before Chris left a really disturbing impression on you.

“So um… hi y/n, I'm glad you could make it,” Arthur pulled you in for a quick hug before stepping back.

“Hi, Arthur. Thanks for inviting me, I’m really glad to be here”

As you two stood in front of each other, with the rest of the party bustling about around you, you finally took the time to take in his appearance. He was wearing a clean black button-up with just enough buttons undone at the top to reveal a glimpse of his smooth chest, and leading to the broad expanse of his neck. On his bottom half, he wore some casual jeans and trainers. His hair was lightly tousled and it was clear the number of people in the room and constant moving around made him a little warm, leaving a gleam of sweat coming from his exposed skin. Even in the dim lighting, you could make out how beautifully intense his eyes were and the features of his face that were close to making you swoon. You tried to hide your admiration as best you could this second time around meeting him, but it was hard trying to make such a calculated decision when Arthur seemed to make your head go all fuzzy inside.

Arthur definitely noticed how put together you looked as well. 

“Wow, you look beautiful…” Arthur started drifting off while still focused on you, clearly leaving him speechless and you completely flustered. 

“Well, would you go as far as to rate me a… 9/10?” you jokingly asked, teasing him by knowing exactly what reply you’d get from him.

“Hey! That’s a perfect score!”

You two shared a giggle. As he quickly recollected himself, embarrassed by his outburst, he made sure to reassure you, 

“No, but seriously, you look amazing tonight”

“Thank you, Arthur, I must admit, you are looking pretty handsome yourself. Congrats on half a million subscribers”

“Thank you, that means a lot coming from you”

You two fell into another comfortable silence while just gazing into each other’s eyes, letting the whole world fall into oblivion around you, until finally realizing, despite how hard you were crushing on him, you weren’t just here to make ‘fuck-me’ eyes at Arthur the whole night.

“So uh… Chris, huh?” you questioned with a joking tone in your voice and a small smile that lit up your face.

“Yeah, sorry again about him. He’s one of my best mates, I grew up with him in Jersey. He's ChrisMD on YouTube and he’s most well-known for his football videos which he forces me to be in, along with the occasional pub golfs if you heard of them, very clearly demonstrating to you just moments ago how he can be a bit of an energetic gremlin once he’s had a few drinks”

“Yeah… no kidding,” you remarked in a sarcastic tone, trying to show Arthur that meeting Chris just then was a bit much, but you didn’t let it get to you, knowing he was a dear friend of his.

Arthur saw the lightheartedness of your response and felt more at ease with his friend’s impression on you

“I promise you, sober, he’s completely normal. Although he’s got a bit of an attitude that comes with being so short.” This comment left you a bit speechless and led you to make a display of lightly smacking Arthur’s arm for saying such an insulting joke about his friend. "Stop… Stop… I’m joking,” he said while pretending to cower away from your hits. “Although I'm completely serious,” he then stated with a huge grin while standing fully upright again. You rolled your eyes at him, still playing into the joke but showing your annoyance at his comments

“Oh my goodness, I’m sorry, I completely forgot. Would you like a drink?” he asked while mentally beating himself up for being so distracted by his guest he forgot all his basic manners.

“Yeah sure, thanks. Although I suppose you’ve already started drinking, haven’t you? I'll take whatever you're having”

“Ok… I might’ve had a few drinks… but I really held off because I wanted to wait until you got here. Didn’t want to get plastered while introducing you to people and say something completely stupid... NOT that there’s anything bad to say about you, but I’d really like to keep my integrity and our friendship intact”

“It's fine, really. I trust you,” you giggled to yourself while blushing. Arthur’s consideration and eagerness to help you make friends were very endearing. He really didn’t have to go through the trouble of introducing you to countless people at his own party he should be busy enjoying, but it was nice to think he’d be willing to make time for you and make sure you were going to leave the party feeling a lot better about your connections and this city.

“Ok, you stay right here a second, I’ll be right back” Arthur promised and ran off towards the direction of the kitchen, stealing quick glances backward towards you until he was finally out of view from all the people that surrounded you.

You stood there all alone, twiddling your thumbs and trying not to clearly appear out of place to everyone else. Looking around and seeing all these other drunk adults, you noticed a cluster of people dancing around to the party music and genuinely having a good time while many others were taking their places on the sidelines, talking and having their own version of fun. 

Once he came back, he handed you a can, your hands accidentally brushing as you received your drink. Although neither of you verbally acknowledged it, the small action definitely didn’t go unnoticed. 

You managed to squeak out a thank you while making sure to avoid eye contact with Arthur so he couldn’t see the reaction on your face and the blush that yet again crept up your face. Your fingertips that touched Arthur’s hand felt like they were on fire. With something so unintentionally intimate, the physical touch ignited something in you. Although accidental, you couldn’t help but feel enlivened by the contact fresh on your skin. 

Arthur then broke you from your deep thought, “Let's go introduce you to some people, how’d you like that?”

“Yeah, that would be amazing”

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“This is also Arthur, Arthur HILL. He’s one of my best mates, makes genuinely AMAZING indie music, and has been on TikTok and YouTube as well for a while. Arthur, this is y/n”

“Hi there”

“Hi, nice to meet you,” Arthur Hill politely exclaimed

“y/n doesn’t make any music herself but makes song and album review videos. You should definitely check him out y/n!”

Arthur Hill clearly liked to hear this fact about you,

“Oh sweet Arthur, I’m flattered. Yeah, I’m actually releasing another album next month. y/n you can feel free to look up any of my stuff, but I’m also deeply terrified of whatever you might say about me because I'm sensitive”

You chuckled at this, making sure to reassure him you were nowhere close to a professional critic and would go nice on him. He’d definitely piqued your interest and you’d be curious to go and search him up tomorrow. You thought it was really cool how successful he’d become in both the music and content-making industries. You shared a little bit about your music genre preferences, and what artists were your favorite as Arthur watched the two of you talk. You kept your attention on Arthur Hill during your conversation, but couldn’t stop yourself from noticing the way Arthur’s body was positioned towards you as he looked down at you. While he didn’t say anything further, he silently admired the way you were getting along so well with his friend, and you in turn were definitely enjoying getting to meet all these interesting people.  

Arthur led you around, weaving around and through people lingering about as you trailed him like a little puppy. Finding anyone of interest that he could, you met a good deal of other beauty influencers. These were beautiful women very excited to make your acquaintance and eager to invite you out for a coffee sometime soon and show you around the city. As you walked about, Arthur enjoyed seeing you gradually start to come out of your shell, as you repeatedly stated who you were, where you were from, and what sort of content you were making to all these people. Arthur felt a sense of pride at being able to introduce you to everyone. He knew how talented and special you were, and he wholeheartedly believed you deserved all the new success and friendships coming your way. By seeing you get along with everyone you'd met, he felt good knowing that for any future parties and events, he could rely on being able to invite you along and see you comfortable around many of his own friends. 

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After walking around together and mingling for quite a while, Arthur finally introduced you to one last person of interest.

“y/n, this is George Clarkey. He’s another one of my best mates and genuinely one of the funniest and wittiest men on TikTok. Isn’t that right George?”

“Sure is, hi y/n”

“hi…”

George was definitely… a very attractive man. Surprising enough, you’d already heard about him all over the internet, the notoriously single yet incredibly beautiful man who had the entire female population in a chokehold. Your crush on Arthur was strong, but you couldn’t help blushing when George laid his pretty blue eyes on you.

“You’re the one that got away right? I don’t think Arthur did you enough justice in mentioning how pretty you were. It's a shame I hadn’t met you earlier….” he said with a strong grin

This comment left you with an incredibly deep blush. You cowered under George’s piercing gaze to try and hide your extremely flustered reaction while also attempting to squeak out a quick thank you. You were not only flattered by George’s comment but deeply embarrassed… What was that he said? “the one that got away?” You started to think about how you’d let things between you fall apart the first time and started to feel an immediate sense of guilt in the pit of your stomach. It was a bit endearing to know Arthur had been talking about you with his best mates, but this was what he thought of you?

Arthur could only roll his eyes at his friend’s comment. George was a bit of a flirt and could put on a really charming attitude when it came to talking to women he fancied. He was usually shy and kept to himself in public places with women who were strangers, but it seemed that knowing who you were solely from Arthur’s own sweet anecdotes was riling him up. 

Before you could even attempt to get any sort of explanation out of him, and before he could try and stop George’s determined attempts at embarrassing him, Arthur was rushed away to take some professional photos.

With one last look, he mouthed “Sorry.” His eyes were filled with a genuinely deep regret. His eyebrows slightly furrowed and his mouth downturned as a friend clasped onto his arm and dragged him away to another part of the flat. You looked at him until he was out of view. Maybe he noticed the way your face lost all its light at his sudden disappearance and your eyes widened in despair. You weren’t mad that Arthur had to be pulled away from you at his own party, but now your head was swirling with so many negative thoughts and feelings, without him to ground you and relieve them from your mind.

Trying to collect yourself to turn your attention back to George, you put on a perfectly calm, sweet smile as you two engaged in some normal small talk about what sort of content you two enjoyed making. 

It had been over 10 minutes since Arthur went away. Despite how hard you did try to listen to George, yapping on about… whatever it was he was discussing, your thoughts couldn’t stop going back to Arthur, where he was at this very moment and what he was doing. Oh, and whether or not he was in similar shambles thinking of you too, despite the chaos of a few dozen people swirling his flat. It felt selfish to think he could be solely preoccupied and belonging to you. Although you’d spent the last two years without him, 10 whole minutes gone seemed like enough to determine you didn’t really enjoy your time here anymore. 

The initial flattery of George’s conversation had long dissipated. From what you’d learned, George was more the naturally athletic and outgoing guy in the friend group. Sure it was attractive, but not something you’d take over Arthur’s nerdy personality and sweetly awkward character.

You really started to feel anxious, but you hid it very well behind a perfectly unemotional mask. Talking to George was nice, but shouldn’t you also be trying to introduce yourself to everyone else? Yeah, you’d already met countless other people, but now you were worried about what you were even doing here anymore. And who would be there to help introduce you in the first place so you wouldn’t just walk up and barge in on people's conversations? You couldn’t just keep waiting around for Arthur to come back, could you? What if, he didn’t come back? Since he’d already spent all of his time at the party with you, maybe he wanted to get away...

You looked around the room for anyone else you might’ve been familiar with, any old friends from previous years and brand events. You desperately needed someone, anyone, or else you’d just walk out and never come back.

Until you saw him again.

The energy in the room stilled. Well, it didn’t actually, but that’s sure what it felt like at this moment. In your scan of the room, your eyes locked perfectly with those of the man who seemed to have already been staring at you, before you’d even noticed. His dark brown eyes beamed like a lighthouse in the fog, while you were just a tiny boat trying to find its way back to safety.  

George in the middle of his talking, noticed you two looking at each other.

“you know, he hasn’t stopped thinking about you”

“since… yesterday?”

“no, of course not. he never stopped loving you y/n”

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Arthur hadn’t even been drinking that much, but he sure sobered up right away at the sight of you with George.

He’d only been needed for a few minutes, but when he returned to the living room where he left you, George was also still there keeping you company. Your back was turned towards him. He couldn’t see your face, but he could clearly see George’s towering over yours and looking down at you with creased eyes and a huge grin.

What were you two even talking about? Arthur was too far away to listen, so why was George laughing so hard that he had to look away from you in embarrassment at appearing so delightful? 

It wasn’t hard to make George smile, but seeing the way you made him wholeheartedly giggle, it was almost disgusting to him.

He knew he didn’t own you, and that he had no right to feel this way about you talking to his best friend, but what was this feeling… was it jealousy? Sneaking its way into his mind...

Arthur didn’t even notice the way he was actually frowning at the sight of you two together. He was standing there, arms crossed and brow furrowed in deep thought.

What George said to you in your introduction didn’t sit right with him. Yes, of course, you were absolutely beautiful, and he’d mentioned it before in his description of you to his friends, but why was George now hitting on the girl Arthur had spent the last two years pinning over, something that George actively knew about? Now, he was looking at you two with a critical eye, but he was also too far gone to even notice you'd stopped engaging with George a few minutes ago.

Did he think it was entirely possible for you to also feel the same affection for George? He knew any girl could find George charming. And, because you were absolutely beautiful, there could be no doubt George had some serious interest in you as well. Could it be true that you shamelessly flirted back at George, liking the attention coming from such a pretty guy? His confidently styled mullet, his perfect Invisalign smile, those deep blue eyes that could make anyone swoon. Arthur hadn’t been this observant of George’s features before, but he was sure noticing them now, and how they’d appear to a girl who had him to compare George to. 

Arthur felt ashamed at his insecurity aimed towards you and his friend. In truth, these past few years, he’d thought he’d gotten over you. He also believed the experience you two shared in Rome was magical, but could he really let himself fall for someone who basically threw away everything between them for two years of radio silence? He couldn’t have predicted that one day, you’d magically appear before him and the two of you would forget anything ever went badly between you. It was like, every sleepless night, all the drunken sadness and heartache over you had been forgotten about when he saw you again and knew that this time, there was hope for a second chance.

Was it toxic how badly Arthur just wanted to run up to you and hold you in his arms so he could finally claim you for his own? Could he really let himself be subject to another horrible round of heartache if everything ended badly? Seeing you again had been… bearable, knowing how the both of you were taking things slow and not ever addressing the raging, passionate tension between you that threatened to expose itself. But after seeing George shamelessly flirt with you, Arthur felt… rage. George couldn’t have possibly understood how amazing you were. He’d never spent nights staying up well past midnight and fighting off sleep just so he could spend every available second talking to you while walking through the streets of Rome. George could never understand how it felt to be so vulnerable in front of someone he loved, to have the courage to share with another woman his personal hopes and dreams for the future, but also his fears he equally carried of the potential of failure and feelings of not being good enough or deserving enough of the attention he received online. 

There were so many fond memories Arthur could look back on before they both went their separate ways, but times have changed. You definitely weren’t the exact same person you were two years ago. You’d grown, and he had as well. So he knew he had no right over who you did and didn’t flirt with, but he seriously thought you two had a chance with each other again. Considering how well your past two encounters had been, it was like the flame in his heart that he thought went out the moment he stopped hearing from you again, was actually, still burning this whole time.

There was still a pain in his chest with how you two acted like nothing had happened, nothing was acknowledged of how you two became distant in the first place. Arthur knew it was about time to take some action over his own heart, and demand closure over his own feelings which caused him so much discomfort for the last two years.

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You’d made intense eye contact with one another before, but this felt… different. You were on one side of the living room with Arthur on the other. The energy of the party continued to have vitality all around you, but there was a stillness in the space that separated you two. In a room full of rowdy, drunken YouTubers, his eyes were the only thing in the world that could really demand your attention. Nothing else mattered anymore. You completely forgot about George, the party, the years of isolation, and the separation from Arthur. You were completely relieved to see Arthur had come back for you, but there was a silence, a mutual understanding that it was about time you two had a serious talk. The sadness in his eyes were as clear as the dim lighting could allow. You could almost see straight through them and into his soul. The weakness he felt was shown all over his face, and the way his eyes focused on you which were pleading, begging you for relief, to end their suffering.

You turned away for a second, scared of how the vulnerability shown by Arthur threatened the happiness you believed you could have by moving on with your life. You knew exactly how guilty you were. How by pushing people away, you weren’t only hurting yourself, but all those people who believed you to be a good person. You didn’t think you were a good person after what you did to Arthur. You could try and forget about it, but that was impossible. 

“you’re gonna have to excuse me, George, it was really delightful talking to you” 

“same for you, now go” George egged you on, feeling a bit uncomfortable seeing this sudden change in the energy between you two, but understanding exactly what was going on.

So Arthur started making his way over, crawling back to you…

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When he’d reached you, no words were said. You stood impossibly close to one another, your bodies only mere inches apart, and your faces so close, you could feel Arthur's breath fan over your face as he concentrated on controlling his inner emotions. 

This was the exact moment you thought about how nice it would be to kiss him. He was right there, the way he bent his head down to your level so he could see into your eyes more clearly. You always thought about how nice Arthur’s lips were. They were so pink and plump, and he’d kept his mouth slightly ajar like he was also ready for what could come.

You were too busy focusing on how Arthur’s long eyelashes fluttered open and close to notice one of his hands, reaching out to grab yours. His fingers tenderly made their way across the palm of your hand so he could hold you. Your eye contact was broken so he could then guide you, just like he had for the past few hours, weaving through groups of people and past furniture, until he got to the door of the balcony, pushing it open with his available hand to bring the both of you across the threshold and into this new space, a cold chill hitting your body as you stepped into the outdoors. 

You were initially distraught at the thought of not even having a balcony at your own flat. This one was big enough to extend for a great length of the apartment. There was some outdoor furniture, a few chairs, and a table, but in all, very little that could fill the space. This allowed more people from the party to use the balcony as an escape from the chaos inside. There were clusters of only a few people together, smoking or just chatting to get away from the sweaty, rowdy energy of what felt like a million people in that flat. The sound of the music completely disappeared the second the door shut behind you, but you could still feel the bass pumping through your body as Arthur led you toward the railing. 

There was only a long concrete wall, up to the height of your chest that separated you from the rest of London. Arthur didn’t let go of your hand until you both got there, gently slipping his hand out of yours and resting his arms atop the wall, facing outwards towards the scene, away from you. 

Arthur couldn’t bear to look at you. There was a sadness in his eyes you’d never observed until this moment. You positioned yourself impossibly close to him, and this time, your body was pressed against his side as your arm came up to place gently on his back. He struggled to look you in the eyes, for fear of exposing the raging emotions inside him before he could even think about how to express them to you. Arthur obviously wasn’t going to budge just yet, so you gave up, and turned away from him, settling yourself in a position identical to his, your arms rested atop the railing as you let your elbows touch, and your eyes settled on the view of the London skyline, the stillness of the scene that helped calm down the nerves shooting through both your bodies.

The two of you remained silent for just a few moments, so you let yourself sink into a state of contemplation. You knew nothing was going on between you and George, but you had a feeling that Arthur could’ve interpreted something else from your exchange. 

After what felt like an eternity, Arthur started,

“Listen i-“

But you interrupted him.

“No Arthur... I… I'm really sorry”

There was a shocked expression on his face which finally turned to look at you. He’d just spent the last few minutes preparing his whole speech, but seeing the tears already starting to form in your eyes gave him the hint that it was his turn to listen to 

“Arthur, I… I’ve been a real piece of shit towards you. You may think that I've forgotten, or feel nothing towards what had happened between us, but it haunts me almost every day, and seeing you again… I realize just how horrible I’ve been towards you. You never deserved any of that. If you don’t believe that I didn’t feel anything in Rome, that’s not true. That was… the best week of my entire life because I could spend it all with you. But… I got scared," you collected yourself for a moment, "the truth is that I got really scared about having to be so far away from you if we ever thought about pursuing anything. I didn’t want to try and force you to continue liking me if you couldn’t even be allowed the privilege of seeing me almost every day. But I realize that was never my choice to make. Living away from London had been so isolating. I'd never had a long-distance relationship of any kind before, and I was too scared to want to try it for the first time and experiment with you. I tried to convince myself that I was perfectly fine being on my own, and I had no idea if our relationship would turn out good or bad…" you paused for a breath, "but, for what it's worth, we both turned out pretty alright without each other. Haven’t we?”

There was a moment of silence between you two. Where no one threatened to say a word they didn’t completely mean.

“I was really sad when you never replied back to me…” Arthur spoke out softly. He turned away from you again as he said it. 

“Yes, I know, I… I’m so sorry Arthur I-”

“Let me finish.” Arthur was determined to get this off his chest, even if it meant hurting you as well in the process. “What happened in Rome… it was the best thing that had ever happened to me too, I promise you. And I was sad to see you go once we both landed in the UK, but… there was never even a mention from you, or a doubt in my mind that could’ve even possibly suggested you were gonna completely air me when I wanted to come visit you… how could you do that? Did you even think about how I’d feel?”

“I didn’t let you come see me because I didn’t want you to realize how tiring it would be to be in a relationship with me. And I didn’t want to end up getting my heart broken over something that could’ve easily been avoided in the first place-”

“but that wasn’t just your choice to make!-“ Arthur shouted out. His voice raised and his arms lifted from atop the railing to allow himself to position his whole body to face you.

“I know!... I know.” you had turned to face him too. The anger that came out from Arthur raising his voice was nothing you’d ever heard from him before. You were so, so ashamed. But you were also young, lonely, and stupid back then. Arthur had to try and understand that.

The tears that formed in your eyes finally started streaking down your cheek. You quickly raised your hand to wipe them away. You were fully aware that Arthur could definitely see you crying but you still tried to hide your face away from him as the tears continued to spill. Another silence enveloped the two of you.

“I think it’s both still clear that we care for each other. But even if I’m wrong, I just want you to know… that I still care about you, so much and so deeply. My heart has always been yours. I’ve thought about reaching out, so many times…. but I couldn’t” Arthur admitted, his voice full of pity and sadness. He didn’t mean to make you cry or raise his voice, and his heart physically ached at the sight. He’d heard what you said and he understood all of it. It was a relief to him that there had been no actual malicious intent behind your actions, and that was enough for him to stay and try to amend the situation between you two.

“I…” you started with a sob, “I really care about you too Arthur. it was so nice seeing you again yesterday in the lobby… I’m sorry I never told you I'd moved.”

“y/n, it's alright, seriously. I’ve been really excited to see you again too, and, I really want to pursue something between us this time. But hear me out, I guess I'm a little taken back because… how do I know you’re not just going to forget about me and stop talking to me again?” Arthur asked with genuine feeling in his voice. 

You tried to collect yourself as best you could before responding to him. The tears had momentarily stopped, and even if your supposedly tear-proof makeup was all messed up, as you raised your head to look at Arthur, there was no sense of doubt in his eyes, that you were still the most beautiful girl in the world.

“Because I'm not afraid of falling in love anymore. Or opening myself up to the failures and unfamiliarity of the world. I moved to London to change my life and to become a better version of myself I couldn’t be while being on my own. I know I can’t forget about you because if the two years apart have taught me anything, it's that forgetting you is completely impossible. I've thought about you more than I would've liked myself to admit. What I did haunts me, and if I could go back in time to fix what I'd done, to stop you from ever getting hurt, I would. I can’t predict the future, or even what will happen in the next second, but I want to tell you, that I’d really be open to giving this a chance, one more time.” your heart was out for him to take, your voice raw with intense emotion. “I don’t even know how you could begin to forgive me, but, I hope you can. Please” you finally pleaded.

Arthur stared at you a moment. He was shocked. Not only was this confirmation that George had absolutely no effect on you, but that his dreams were finally coming true at this very moment. The girl he hadn’t stopped thinking about and yearning wholeheartedly for. The girl he’d think about with every song that came across his ears, or with every girl mentioned in a book or quote about love. He didn’t think himself capable of loving someone this much, but what else could be used to describe this sensation? The urge to want to bottle up this moment and to keep it in his heart forever.

That was when the kiss happened. The first kiss you’d ever shared, but surely not the last. Its execution was quick and caught you off-guard and off-balance at the same moment Arthur cusped your face with his hand and planted his lips on yours. You completely melted into his touch. His lips fit perfectly onto yours as he was eager to capture yours with his mouth.

London was completely silent tonight but it felt like fireworks were bursting all around you. Arthur initially leaned away, looking into your eyes to make sure this was okay before you fiercely grabbed onto his neck and brought him towards your lips again to deepen the kiss. The way you two were moving together felt so natural and so right and seemed to be a confirmation that everything was going to work out.

Once you pulled apart, he whispered to you,

“You don’t know how badly I’ve wanted to do this... since I first met you”

“I know, I can tell” you giggled.

The moment was so sweet and tender, his hands now cradling your face with your own hands placed delicately over his. Your foreheads met as the tips of your noses pressed together. You relished in this feeling, with your eyes closed and every other available sense heightened to the warmth and comfort you were feeling all throughout your body. His hands were like an anchor holding you in place, but he knew you had no intention of ever running away. You also knew, that you wanted to spend every available second in the world for the rest of your life being with him, loving him 

“ARTHUR! Get in here, Chris is threatening to make a speech” someone shouted from the balcony door.

You two were broken from your trance as you both looked toward the source of the noise by the door.

“I should probably go inside…?”

“Yeah, can’t wait for you to become a victim to this absolute train wreck”

This made him smile, but he also felt so much regret for having to take his hands off you, the spots on your body where his body once touched starting to feel cold and neglected as he started walking towards the balcony door.

After a few steps, he hesitated and looked back,

“You coming?”

You thought the question was pretty stupid.

“Of course,” and so, you were following him towards the party like a loyal little puppy, once again.

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a/n: i just opened my asks so feedback/comments/requests/suggestions are welcome! and feel free to follow me (i love making online friends)!

thanks for sticking to the end!

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OBSESSED

pairing: arthurtv x fem!reader

summary: everyone loves arthur’s girlfriend . . . and arthur may be getting be a little jealous

warnings/contents: swearing, sexual innuendos

author’s note: faceclaim is holly lim, sorry it’s a bit short this time 😢

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NIGHT OUT

pairing: arthurtv x fem!reader

word count: 1.4K

summary: you come home from a night out and get caught by arthur’s stream

request: heya i was wondering could you do something with arthur tv where y/n comes back from a night out drunk and arthur is live streaming 💕

warnings/contents: mentions of alcohol, intoxication, swearing, sexual jokes and innuendos, nudity

author’s note: i had fun with this one !!!! hope you enjoy it and that it is what you had in mind 😚

The front door of the apartment opened and closed, the sound echoing through the apartment. You could barely hear Arthur talking due to the amount of alcohol you could drink and your muttering as you tried to take off your shoes. “Bugger, come on. Get off you shit.” You mumbled as you tore the first heel off, tearing the second one off in record time as you just wanted to head to bed. In that moment, you hated yourself for wearing heeled boots even if went perfectly with the outfit.

The first thing you did was throw your purse somewhere on the floor of your living room and falling face first onto the couch. Your dress had started to ride up but your in The privacy of your own home so you truly didn’t care. You wanted to stay there, and you probably could’ve fallen asleep in that position but you then got the feeling that you were about to piss your pants. You kept your eyes closed as you made your way to the closest bathroom, leaving the door open.

Unbeknownst to you, your boyfriend was streaming in the other room. His door was closed thankfully, though the bathroom was down the hall so they couldn’t see anyway.

“Alright guys, I should probably go take care of her and before Y/n kills me for letting you guys see her like this. I had a fun time, always nice streaming, and you the next time.” Right when he turned off his PC and got out of the chair, he heard a thump and the sound of you swearing loudly. “Y/n?” No answer. Now it was Arthur’s turn to swear as he made his way to where he heard your voice. He called out again, but as he turned to look into the bathroom, there you were, passed out on the toilet. Not one of your finer moments. At that point you were too drunk to care, and your relationship was to the point where this was normal. He chuckled to himself before leaning down to your height. He placed a hand on your chin, “Y/n?” You woke up, shaking your head. “You fell asleep, baby.”

“Mm.”

“Let’s get you up and ready for bed. I know you don’t feel like it right now, but you’ll brutally kill me the next morning if I didn’t do it for you.”

Luckily for him, it wasn’t too hard to get you up and off the toilet, save for some grumbling. It was easier due to the fact that you were wearing a dress. If you were wearing pants that would be a completely different story. After you washed your hands, he got you up on the counter with him standing between your legs. “Where do we start,” he mumbled to himself as he opened your designated drawer. He had watched you enough times to recognize what bottles go first and the motions you had to do. Would it be perfect? No. But you wouldn’t know that, you’d only know that it was done.

He grabbed your makeup wipes first, taking one out and starting to wipe your face. Usually you used (and preferred) Micellar Water, but Arthur couldn’t be bothered and he didn’t think you’d stay still enough for him to get everything off. “How much makeup do you wear . . .” he mumbled as he grabbed a second wipe, makeup still coming off. When he was satisfied with the amount that had came off and how clean your face looked, he then moved to cleanser.

Arthur felt overwhelmed just looking at the amount of bottles, let alone cleansers, but he just grabbed the one he saw you use this morning and worked it into his hands. He massaged your face as he rubbed it on, reminding (telling) you to not touch your face. He couldn’t help but laugh as he saw the bubbles on your cheeks, giving you a kiss before wetting his hands and wiping his own.

He wet a little wash cloth before wiping your face down, taking extra care around your eyes and mouth. “You alright?” He asked as you slowly stared to lean against the wall to your left. “Mhm, just . . . tired.” He laughed, “I know, but I’m almost done. Then you can get all cuddled into bed, sound good?” You made a noise of agreement, a smile forming on your face.

He grabbed the next bottle labeled toner and grabbed a cotton pad like he saw you do, putting it on the pad and applying it to your face, wiping in circular motions. Good thing he watched you do your routine a lot, and that he grew up with sisters, or else he’d be lost. The more and more you stayed up and the more Arthur massaged your face, the more you fell asleep. You tried to stay up (you really did) but it had been a long night full of dancing and shots . . . Too many shots.

After that it was your serums and creams, making sure to get all of your face and hairline, even getting behind your ears too. After all the skincare and such you had was done, he grabbed your hairbrush and softly moved it through your hair, carefully getting all the knots and making sure not to pull too hard. You smiled when it first touched your scalp, happy with the feeling it brung. “You’re going to make me fall asleep,” you mumbled sleepily. “I think you already are, my love.” He joked, stroking your cheek. “There, all done. Now you just have to brush your teeth and then we can head to the bedroom and get you all comfortable.”

You nodded in response, moving to move off the counter as he signalled you to. He kissed your head when you got down, then wet your toothbrush and put the toothpaste on it before handing it to you. You took it, slowly putting it in your mouth and brushing. It took awhile and you probably didn’t get all teeth, but it was better than not to.

After you were done, he helped guide you to your bedroom, making sure you wouldn’t trip and fall on your face. Once in the bedroom, he tried to let you undress and dress yourself, but when you couldn’t even figure out how the straps worked, he stepped in. “Alright, let me help you.” He undid the straps of your dress to make it easier to take off before guiding up and over your head, managing to not get it stuck. He was pretty pleased with himself.

He helped undo your bra and take your underwear off before finding one of his T-shirt’s and a pair of boxers you got from Asda for cheap. Arthur thought you were cute, the pair he grabbed for you having wee little cats on them. He attempted to get the shirt on, but you originally put your head through the wrong hole and he had to guide you to where everything properly went. The boxers were much easier, Arthur grabbing your legs and guiding them in, pulling them up and slapping your bum to which you squealed in response and gave him a look of really? He only laughed and guided you again to the bed.

He grabbed the covers and pulled them away in order for you to lie down, putting them over you and tucking you in. You mumbled a small thank you, not noticing as he made his way out of the bedroom and into the kitchen, grabbing a glass and filling it with water. When he came back in, he went over to your side and leaned down. “Here baby, drink this.” You grabbed the glass, missing it a couple times before bringing it up to your mouth and chugging the thing, wiping your mouth and handing it back to him. He put it on your bedside table before he got up and turned off the bedroom light. He undressed down to his boxers and moved into the bed, scooting closer to you.

He wrapped his arm around you, fighting the with the duvet you had wrapped around you like if it loved you were going to freeze to death. You sighed when you felt him behind you, snuggling into his chest.

“You good?”

“Mhm.”

“Did you have fun?”

“Yeah.”

“Do you need to pee again?”

“. . . Yeah.”

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☁️ Drunk Lover | ArthurTV

Summary: Coming to pick up Arthur after a particularly boozy Fellas shoot, you come to realise just how much of a drunk lover, Arthur really is

Notes: Happy Valentines <3 🫡

"You feel so nice-"

You were met with an overwhelming weight as Arthur almost toppled over to you, arms slinging around your shoulders and loosely dragging you closer to his chest, his arms letting all his bodily weight rest on you whilst he swayed you from side to side in his drunken embrace.

It was fair to say you were just slightly shocked by your boyfriend's loving greeting, his eyes closed and head resting atop yours as he hugged you, inhaling deeply and allowing his senses grant him a sense of moment - inhaling your scent and sighing contentedly, comforted by the affirmation of your presence which your familiar aroma provided to Arthur. 

He was drunk. 

Off his head.

You'd expected he wouldn't be very sober, having given you a warning at the beginning of the night before he'd left that he was doing a video with The Fellas which Chip had organised ("look, he's just always finds away to get me drunk or in a life-threatening position! I DON'T EVEN KNOW HOW-!" ) and clearly the video had ended exactly how Arthur had anticipated.

Proddy had been the one to make the call to you, as the only completely sober cast member, speaking quite calmly yet with a tone of urgency.

"You able to come get Arthur?" Proddy had asked, concern evident within his voice. 

"I've just come back from work - where are you - is everything okay?" You'd only just taken your heels off having returned home from your 9-to-5 and weren't exactly looking to go out again, but the bother within Proddy's voice did unsettle you slightly, raising a slight anxiety to your throat as you wondered whether Arthur was alright.

"Just off Carnaby Street, by one of the pubs, I'll send my location." Proddy recounted, never failing to be helpful. "Everything's... not bad. I just think you might wanna get Arthur. Chip's given him too much to drink again. Even Chip's a state, to be honest. Sabina's my next call."

"Right, if you get that location sent I can get there in the next half hour, Calum," You began slipping your shoes back on - the same stilettos you'd worn to work, shoulder connecting your phone to your ear as you manhandled the heels back on, hearing some commotion from Proddy's side.

"Is t-that Arthur's bird?" You heard slurring in the background which was unmistakeably Chip. "Tell herrshe has a FAT BACK-"

You cut the phone before you could hear any more of Chip's drunken rambles, instead slipping your phone into your bag and getting back into the car, thanking some otherworldly powers for the lack of traffic and congestion that swiftly brought you to the mess that Arthur Television was when you found him outside The White Horse pub.

"Oh I'm so happy to see you," Arthur was somehow even more enamoured than normal, and didn't fail to press a myriad of kisses to your forehead and temple and whole face to show you that - regardless of your swatting at him. 

"Yeahyeahyeah, you too love," You pulled him somewhat off and instead let him lean his weight on you from the side as you surveyed the scene.

George was riding a rodeo bull and yelling something unintelligible, Chip lying face-down at a booth, Randolph doing some sort of drinking challenge (it was unclear what exactly) and Calfreezy unmovingly sat in the corner with a pair of ski sunglasses and a wide brimmed safari hat stoutly  sat atop his head.

Proddy appeared from the doorway after a moment, making you  breathe a sigh of relief as you made eye contact - Calum giving a short side hug in greeting to you, briefly holding the side that wasn't already occupied by Arthur. 

"Thank you for calling me," You quickly spoke as you felt Arthur stiffen in your arms. Your hand almost instinctively came up to his chest, rubbing at his defined muscles through the thin costume shirt Arthur had been forced into - your fingers tracing down to his stomach and massaging the defined abs as you did whenever your mans felt sick. Though Arthur's stiffness appeared to not be because of an upset stomach.

"Don'tttouch my girlfriend-" Arthur weakly pointed a finger at Calum, making you facepalm as you took Arthur's wrist and redirected it back down to his side - looking up at Arthur's bewildered wide-eyes which stared with confusion at you, shocked as you'd lowered his hand.

"Proddy's the only reason I'm here for you, he's the one that made the call for me to get you home," You lightly scolded your just-slightly jealous boyfriend, smiling as Arthur simply sniffed, still miffed regardless.

"If you're annoyed with me, you should've heard what Chip was saying at her whilst I called her" Proddy's snickers stopped as you shot him a shutthefuckup look, though it appeared to be too late, as Arthur let out a gasp and attempted to storm back into the pub and confront the curly-headed man who'd just stepped off of the rodeo bull.

"OH NONONO-" You pulled Arthur back, sitting him on one of the barstools instead, making him look up at you as you stood between his manspread legs, holding either of his hands in yours to hold his attention whilst you spoke: "Why don't we go home for now, yeah?"

Your suggestion was met by a blank expression, as Arthur was alternately distracted by how you looked - eyes tracing down your body from the unbuttoned top of your fitted white shirt, covered by a professional grey blazer and matching grey skirt that clung to the curvaceous outline of your hips, black tights sheer and showing off those perfect legs Arthur wished were wrapped around your head - the tall black heels almost intoxicating Arthur as he began pondering on just how good they made you look.

"Oh my God, is this what you wear to work?" Arthur's hands groggily found your hips, senses heightened as he felt every ridge of the stiff material against his fingertips, feeling over your hips and bringing a blush to your cheeks as he fixated on the material. "How has someone more successful and handsome than me not stolen you away from me yet-"

"You are speaking absolute nonsense," You shook your head to disguise the blush that rose to your cheeks at the self demeaning compliment Arthur dished.

"No, I'm being deadly serious-" Arthur did not in fact stop. "You're so out of my league, like, I don't know how I bagged you-" 

You tried to interrupt but Arthur was a rolling boulder at this point.

"-Honestly, some days I see you before you go to work and I just don't understand - how did someone so truly beautiful end up with me?? Beautiful inside out mind you, you're the genuinely smartest person I've ever met and speak so much logic - I've never met anyone as philosophical and deep as you-"

Your heart was in your throat as you pressed your lips to Arthur's, cutting his ramblings off with the ineluctable necessity that was a kiss. You knew he was drunk - you knew he was speaking his mind, too - but you didn't want to let drunken ramblings elicit such a visceral pain in your chest from how much you truly loved your boyfriend.

No, you wanted to show your boyfriend how much you loved him and remove him from this situation where he was likely going to regret everything after a sleep at home. 

"C'mon sweetie, let's get you home now, recordings done my love," You coaxed, lifting his arm and placing it over your shoulders so that you could haul and direct him back to the car. 

"Can I say goodbye to everyone?" Arthur looked at you with the pleading puppy eyes you couldn't say no to. 

A sigh gave him the answer he needed - and he kept his arm around you as he went to wish goodbye to everyone. 

"Love you, Chip!" Arthur said as he tried to wave goodbye to the final cast member.

"COME SHOW MY YOU LOVE ME, ION BELIEVE YOU, YO-ou lying mon-grel-" Chip collapsed into the seat behind him - not passing out - simply losing balance. He laughed as his back hit the leather seat, though you were slightly more appalled as your boyfriend advanced towards the man to really show him how much he loved him.

"Arthur, nonononNONO-" You were too late to stop Arthur, as you watched your boyfriend collapse into the arms of the sitting Chippo and press his lips onto his temple with a loud kissy noise, the man behind the camera laughing as the recorded your devastation at the sight of Chip kissing Arthur - his hand dropping to the brunet's ass whilst embracing.

"Right, that's absolutely enough- come on Arthur-"

At long last, you did manage to haul Arthur up to his feet and across the pub, before Arthur decided he was sick of walking normally and wanted to pick you up and throw you over his shoulder - causing you to elicit a yelp as Arthur effortlessly picked you up and slung you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes - his strength despite being drunk shocking you, as he still managed to walk you out of the bar without falling over or tipping you. 

You didn't even resign or tell him to put you down at this point - as long as you were going to your car, you were fine with whatever happened. You just wanted to go home and get Arthur there, too.

"You have such thick thighs my days," Arthur spoke with such a tone you couldn't tell whether he was admiring or complaining. You rolled your eyes and didn't respond, however. "I think you should sit on my face more often-"

You slapped your hand over Arthur's mouth. Silencing him so that he could walk you to the car without loudly rambling about your sex life. Hearing Freezy and Proddy's laughter told you all you needed to know about who heard Arthur's comment, too, and simply made you fall slack, giving up in Arthur's arms and just letting him carry you away and to the car which wasn't too far from the pub. 

"I'll drive-" 

You stopped Arthur pretty quickly with that one, launching him into the passengers seat and shutting the door before hopping into the drivers' seat and turning your keys, breathing a sigh of relief at the fact that you were at least going home at this point. 

Pulling out, waving at Proddy who gave a nod back and getting back onto the roads, you turned the radio onto a different frequency until loud n clear, The Smiths began playing something at a soothing pace which you listened to - withdrawing your hand from the dial.

"Can you hold my hand?" Arthur asked quietly from the seat besides you.

Your touch-loving boyfriend's request was met (because who could really deny him with that politeness n shy tone), as you let your hand intertwine with his over the centre panel. You were internally thankful that you drove an automatic car, meaning you wouldn't have to control a gearstick, and could instead let your thumb rub over the back of his hand consolingly. 

Finally, arriving back at the apartment, you managed to get Arthur up the stairs and back into your room, locking the door and thankgodFINALLY taking your heels off, breathing a sigh of relief as you slipped into your fluffy slippers instead. 

"You comin'?" You heard Arthur call from the adjacent room. You had only just slipped your stretching your calves to try and release some of that tension within the muscle when you padded across the living room to stand in the doorway of the bedroom. 

And you couldn't help but smile, observing at how cute Arthur appeared, sprawled out and half covered by duvet - his face smushed down into the pillow as he lay diagonally on the bed, looking up at you with wide doe-y eyes begging for you to come and join him. You had to cross your arms and shake your head however, making a whine fall from his lips as you spoke over his noise- "I have work to be doing, Arthur, I still have a case to be looking at from home-"

"Pleaaase, I can't sleep if you're not next to me," Arthur pleaded, rolling over so that he could look at you straight - although you could tell that his vision was obscured by the alcohol he'd drank, as he blinked drowsily and looked up with half-lidded, half-confused eyes. He really did need to sleep.

"Really Arthur - I can join you later but I need to work, and you need to sleep-"

He paused for a moment, bottom lip poutily stuck out as he absorbed your words and acknowledged them before... “Can’t you bring it here? Just... sit next to me and do it?”

And his proposition made you pause to consider it. Because of all things that could've fallen from his lips - a reasonable compromise wasn't what you were expecting. And as though Arthur could read your mind and tell that you were seriously considering at as an option, he quietly added "Just want you here with me," with such a softness and sweetness in his voice that wasn't helped as he only further persuaded you with: "I won't ask anything more - I'll be silent and I won't disturb you - promise..."

"You promise?" You repeated to get confirmation with a raised brow, knowing that you were already going to agree regardless of his answer. Sweet, obedient, drunk and needy Arthur rapidly nodded in response anyways - shuffling along the bed and straightening himself out so that you could join him in the bed.

Collecting you laptop and charger and paperwork from the other room, you put it to the side of the room and stripped out of your work clothes - changing into some comfortable sweater and pair of shorts (whilst Arthur watched in silence - just appreciating the fact that he was blessed enough to have that view) and turning the lights off - creating a darkness that'd let Arthur get his rest and instead turning your bedside lamp on so that you could still work.

You sidled into the bed, setting your laptop on your lap and turning the brightness all the way down - getting ready for some work that'd put your eyes under incredibly unhealthy strain.

Arthur sweetened the strain as he got closer beneath the duvet, shuffling from his side over to yours and letting his hand come to your leg that was splayed out at his level - wrapping his arm around it and shuffling so that he was close to it - holding your thigh as if spooning it in replacement for your body whilst you were busy working.

"So soft n perfect.." He mumbled, bringing his head close to rest against it too, making a warm smile grace over your lips as you found yourself distracted - looking down at how cute he looked - a mess of brown fluffy hair, pawing and so cutely cuddled up to your thigh. 

"You're a clingy drunk, you know that?" Your voice was velvet soft and quiet as your hand came down to his head - fingers interweaving between his locks and coming to massage his scalp and play with his already-messy hair.

“Not clingy,” He protested sleepily, his lips brushing over your knee as he kept his arms firmly around your leg. “Just...obsessed. With...these perfect, thick, pillowy thighs...”

"Arthur," You chuckled slightly at his lack of filter. "God, you are such a sweetheart.."

Arthur let out a noise of appreciation - something between a hum and a fulfilled sigh - and you continued looking down at him and playing with his hair until you felt his breathing slow against your leg - eyes relax and close while soft snores fell from his lips. Asleep.

"Goodnight, cutie," You whispered at his sleeping body - knowing he wouldn't be able to hear it, nor feel your lips on the back of your head as you ducked down and pressed your lips to his temple, admiring how innocent and cute he looked with his face smushed up to the side of your leg - lip caught slightly against the flesh and keeping his mouth just slightly ajar, causing those soft little snores to fall from his lips.

Even if you acted like he was a heavy load whilst drunk, you couldn't pretend you didn't absolutely love seeing him all soft and domestic like this <3

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𓂃˖ ࣪⊹ lost the ring? — arthurtv

ㅤ⤷ you have lost your engagement ring and Arthur (kind of) helps you

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ⤷ fluff, 1.2K words

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ⤷ notes: macklemore helped me write this. and this fic is also to celebrate me finally using every artistic ability i have to actually make a coherent and nice-looking page!!!

You hadn't even noticed before it was too late.

About two hours into cleaning, which was about halfway done, you made a horrific discovery - your engagement ring was gone. You had just done the washing and something itched on your hand. It took you at least 5 seconds before realising that something was wrong.

Immediate panic was your first response. You started racking your brain as to what could've happened. Did you take it off when you woke up? You always take it off before doing your chores. Maybe you took it off when you did the dishes? Or when you dusted the shelves? Fuck- you don't remember.

Retracing your steps, you check every nook and cranny just in case it magically flew off your finger to the other side of the room, even if you hadn't cleaned there yet. It is your goddamn engagement ring - and an expensive one at that. You would feel terrible if you had lost it. Losing it in your apartment seemed impossible, however, that seemed to be the case right now. This terrified you even more as you went through the washing you had just taken care of.

You didn't realise you had held your breath until you heard the front door click shut, meaning Arthur had gotten back from his early podcast shoot with Isaac with Will as a special guest. Your quiet, worried exhale grounds you for a bit as Arthur reaches your shared bedroom.

He opens the door enthusiastically, pulling it wide open and leaning against the door frame, one of his hands placed on his hip as the other is over his head, nearly touching the top frame, "Hello, wifey."

You stop at your feet, turning to him awkwardly. "Hey, Arthur." Stammering, breath slightly shaky, your fiancé immediately clocks on that something isn't right. You would always jokingly respond 'Not your wifey yet, silly' and he would always feign an offended look, his pouting over the top until you both break and laugh. Your lack of response has him worrying; his hands drop, posing with a more serious look.

"Everything okay, darling?" He walks closer to you, curious over your nervous mood. His approach nerves you out even more, slightly afraid to admit what has transpired in the last 15 minutes. The strewn dirty clothes, the previously tidy bed now messy, the hoover picked apart in the living room - things that signal to you that you have no idea on the whereabouts of the ring, and signals to Arthur that something really is going on.

You don't look him in the eyes right away. He's right there, right in front of you, raising his hand to cup your cheek. "You can tell me, love." His hand is rather cold from the typical rainy weather in London. Despite the coldness, you still lean into his soft hand, taking a deep breath before lifting your head.

His eyes stare into yours, a loving but serious gaze etched onto his face. You hold your hands behind your back, twiddling with your other ring.

"I... I think I lost it."

Arthur furrows his brows. "Lost what?"

"The ring." Your tone is quiet.

"The ring?" His brows are even more furrowed, his voice high, completely oblivious to the obvious.

You take your hand behind your back to raise it in front of your face, showing him the absent ring on your finger you were clearly thinking about, “Engagement ring, Arthur.” Now, you are confused as to what other ring you could’ve possibly talked about.

When he finally realises, surprise is evident on his face. It soon turns into laughter, clutching your shoulder to steady himself. Yet you held a firm, serious face, not finding anything that funny in your current situation.

“I’m serious, Arthur. I can’t find it.”

His laughter turns to an earnest smile, still holding your shoulder as he pulls you into a hug, “It’s okay, darling. I’ll just buy you a new one.”

“Hmph,” you lightly smack his chest, pushing him away, “stop that. You’re not buying a new one..”

“I could.” He’s still smiling, truly serious about his wild statement. This man would buy you a new house if you lost the keys. He’s absolutely insane, and you do have to pull him back to Earth.

“You’re being ridiculous. Please help me search for it, I really am freaking about it, Art.”

He pulls you into another bear-crushing hug, kissing the top of your head, “Of course I’ll help you, darling. Where have you looked already?”

Even though you had already rummaged around in the bathroom and the kitchen, you both start there, just in case you managed to miss a shiny ring somewhere very obvious, like right next to the sink or in the drawer with the small spoons. Your search is tedious - anything that can be lifted, turned or opened is inspected closely; and when you take a breath before moving onto the next corner of the room, Arthur maintains his silly mood by interrupting you from time to time. You’d feel something light hit your back - you turn around to Arthur ‘searching’ a cabinet, laughing to himself. A tiny figurine from the coffee table has magically landed right by your heel, and you know he threw it at you. In retaliation, you scare him by tickling his sides roughly.

This diverts the both of you to messing around by throwing worn shirts and trying to scare each other with random sounds or touches. At some point, it gets way more touch-y; way more flirtatious than before. Next thing you know, Arthur’s shirt is gone and you’ve stumbled into the bedroom. He’s kissing you passionately, a tight grip on your back from his warm and strong hands. Your hands are tugging at his hair, pulling him impossibly closer. Getting closer to the bed, Arthur lightly pushes you on it as he positions himself just above you before kissing your neck. You shift at the pleasure, moving your hand upward to be more comfortable. You do, but you feel something small push against just below your shoulder.

Confused at the sensation, you turn your head to see your shorts that you had worn to bed that night. Lifting yourself up to find this mysterious item, Arthur notices you’re distracted. He stops kissing you to look at you delving into a random clothing piece.

“What are you doing?” he slurs out, drunk on the pleasure of feeling your beautiful self against him.

“You’re taking the piss.”

At this point, you’re practically mad. That thing you felt against your hand? Your engagement ring. As soon as you take it out, you remember putting it in the pocket just as you started cleaning, but you got very sweaty so you changed clothes, forgetting your ring in the pocket.

You flop on your back, placing the ring where it should be and show Arthur your hand. He giggles and lies down next to you.

Your head is in your hands, laughing, “I’ve had a complete head loss over the most obvious place for the ring.” Arthur’s giggles make you look at him, seeing his crinkled eyes and adoring smile. “You’re silly.” Is all Arthur murmurs as he nudges his head to the crook of your neck. You rest your hand on his chest, admiring the ring on your hand. Just the way things should be.

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FOOTBALLS COMING HOME •

C.DIXON

SUMMARY ౨ৎ in which chris' girlfriend, the goalkeeper, plays an amazing match and has one of the best nights out ever. aka, england won and are the best !!!!

WARNINGS ʚ smut mention, fluff, fem!reader as women's football, drinking heavily mention

౨ৎ

the crowd roared, as you saved a penalty goal from spain. your chest heaved, legs tight from the all the cardio, and eyes searching the crowd for chris, your boyfriend. you saw him in the top section, arms waving wildly as he cheered. a smile came to your face, as you then payed attention to englands penalty.

"come on.." you muttered to yourself, watching one of your team members line themselves up with the ball. your chest tightened with nerves, as the stadium became deathly silent.

it seemed you blacked out for a minute, and came back to when the stadium cheered. your team had scored.

but they hadn't just scored. they had won.

you had won the euros, once again, and your teammates came running to you in joy, all creating a celebratory circle.

the stadium roared, and your team danced. eyes searched again for your boyfriend, seeing him jumping for joy in the top stands, with his mates.

the walk to the pub was anything but silent. chris and his friends, george arthurtv / hill and isaac, as well as liv, all cheering football chants, men from across the street laughing drunkenly, and the stadium behind you all still roaring.

"you were so amazing, have i told you that yet?" chris came up, wrapping his arm around your shoulder, and kissing the top of your head.

"hmm, only 14 times," you smirked, nudging him softly, "i learn from the best."

"as if! you did that all on your own, despite the fact that i am the best trainer.." you rolled your eyes at his comment, as he giggled to himself, his friends still high from adrenaline.

"you know, one day, we're gonna get married, and it'll be dixon on my back as I win." you say, looking down at your feet, clothes changed from your football kit, to your going out dress you packed.

chris seemed to pause for a minute, stopping in his tracks, before he jogged to catch up.

"that's the most romantic thing you've ever said to me," he whispered, kissing your cheek passionately, slightly pushing your face. you laughed, before nudging him away, and leading him into the pub.

shots after shots was all you really remember, before arthurtv had dragged you to the karaoke stage, shoving a microphone in your face, hearing the intro to 'sweet caroline' playing. you laughed drunkenly, before beginning to sing the first lyrics, chris singing along on the dancefloor.

arthur's arm wrapped around your shoulders, as he jumped up at the 'bum bum bum', with the rest of the crowded pub.

"so good, so good, so good!" you sang, eyes watering from the laughter, as you waved at arthur and signalling 'i need a drink.' he nodded, and sang the song by himself, as you went to the bar.

"you" kiss "are" kiss "so" kiss "amazing." chris kissed your cheek again, as you laughed between the kisses.

you turned your head, as he stood behind you, hands on your waist, and kissing him on his lips, hand on his jaw. your mouths moved in sync, lips warm against eachother, and heads fuzzy from the alcohol.

"i'm so proud of you," chris whispered, head resting on your shoulder.

"i love you," you whispered back, which he returned, and kissed your shoulder, before paying for your drinks, and heading back to the tables with you.

the night progressed, as more shots were shoved down your throat by random people who weren't too drunk to recognise who you were. the fact that women's football had become this more popular really meant a lot to you. turning from something that was once a dream to 7 year old you, playing football in your back garden, to something that is better than any dream your mind could make.

you were currently outside in the smoking area, with george clarke filming on his phone, laughing at how drunk you currently were.

"you wanna know something, put the camera down, let me tell you," you slurred, laughing as he asked 'why?'

"fine, i'll tell you on camera, but don't share it," you warned, pointing a finger in his face, as he giggled.

"i'm gonna have the best sex of my life tonight, you know that?"

he folded over, almost dropping his phone, as giggles came out of him, you joining in, almost falling on your arse.

"no doubt about it." you firmed, as he just laughed more, then dragged you to the bar to have another shot. as if you needed to be any more drunk.

you sat on the curb outside of a random chip shop, waiting for chris, who's inside ordering you the greasiest cheesy chips you will have ever tasted.

"ugh, you're a star," you murmured, eating the cheesy chips drunkenly, completely forgetting a fork.

"no, you're the star," he cheesed, kissing your jaw, before eating his own food.

"you're so cringe.." you said, pulling a face, causing arthur hill to laugh, as he agreed.

"i'm not cringe, im just in love-"

"enough now!" arthur warned, rolling his eyes, as you and chris laughed, his head in your shoulder, as he sat next to you on the curb.

the night ended with you, chris, and friends walking down the street, away from the chip shop you ended up at, whilst the sun was rising.

"right, cmon, home time," george said, as he was the only one somewhat sober.

the group said a small 'awww', as they hopped into an uber, and giggled the whole way home, hangovers beginning to kick in.

safe to say, the night ended in cheesy chips, drunken sex, and too many shots.

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Drunk Chris being whipped for reader who’s just trying to take care of him

WILDEST DREAMS •

C. DIXON

SUMMARY ౨ৎ chris has had a crush on reader, and with the confidence from his pints, he decides to shoot his shot.

WARNINGS ʚ fluff, alcohol mentioned and drunk chris, i don't think anything else?? this is really short and kinda rubbish, sorry, will rewrite when i feel like it :/

౨ৎ

it was 1130pm, when you received a message from george, almost unreadable.

clarkster

pls comr pixk us uo.

we're all souooo drunj

you

when i said message me if you need anything

this isn't quite what i meant

i'm omw 🙄

and so here you were, pulling up outside the pub, seeing chris, arthur hill, george, and isaac sat on a bench. george, despite his fucked up spelling, didn't seem too drunk, which was a relief. isaac was also somewhat sober, it was mainly arthur and chris that were trouble.

"come on then, boys, get in," you rolled the window down, watching their heads perk up at the sound of your car beeping. george giggled as he wrapped a very drunk chris around his shoulder, guiding him to the car.

"fun night?" you asked, looking at chris' flushed cheeks from the rearview. he gave you a cheeky grin, nodding, then giggling to himself, causing you to smile. george laughed at him, as arthur also stumbled into the front seat, looking out into the oblivion.

"do you know what planet you're on?" you asked, nudging arthur slightly, to which he nodded, then rubbed his eyes.

"why aren't i in the front seat? this is so unfair," chris mumbled, slouching in the back middle.

"because we'd get pulled over," george said, "you don't meet the height requirement for the front seat." george giggled to himself, as you joined in, pulling off the road and heading to isaac's house first.

"brilliant," chris mumbled, rolling his eyes, before sitting forward, arms rested on the centre console.

it seemed to be a quiet ride home, chris' head now rested on the console, his curls tickling your elbow each time you switched gears.

"right, talk to you later, thank you for the ride," isaac smiled, as the boys all said their goodbyes.

"right, let's get you three to bed," you mumbled, scratching chris head jokingly, before pulling off isaac's driveway. chris hummed softly, before picking his head up, and slouching back.

the car ride back was full of george telling you stories of the night, while chris giggled at your reactions. arthur was completely non verbal.

when you got back to your shared apartment with the boys, chris wrapped his arm around your shoulder, mainly to help himself up, and you placed your hand on his wrist, the other behind his back.

"you're so pretty, thank you for driving us home," chris whispered, as george was giggling at something arthur said, struggling to get the key in the door. your face flushed, a small smile creeping onto your face

arthur grunted, as he practically threw the key to george, to which george giggled then opened the door easily.

"thanks, chris, you're pretty too," you whispered, giggling at the fact you were whispering like some 13 year old gossips.

he smiled at you, before attempting to head to the couch. he tripped, and landed on the settee with his face first in the pillows. george laughed, then headed straight to his room after grabbing a cup of water. arthur sat on the settee, hands rubbing down his face.

"cmon, get to your room," you muttered, kneeling next to chris, a hand running through his hair. he mumbled softly, turning his head to face you, eyes closed and a soft smile on his face.

"help me?" he asked, voice so quiet you almost didn't hear it.

"sure," you smiled, dragging him up by his arm, and getting a cup of water. you led him to the bedroom, after bidding arthur a good night.

"i'm okay," he muttered, as you handed him the water once he sat on his bed.

"i'm not offering, im ordering," you deadpanned, "drink."

he rolled his eyes childishly, before taking small sips of the water. he set the now half full glass on the bedside table, before looking up at you from his seated position.

"you're so pretty,"

"i know, you've already said,"

"no, like, you're really pretty," he said, reaching up to grab one of your hands.

your cheeks flushed again, a small smile on your face, as you knew it was mainly drunk words talking.

"thank you-"

"can you stay with me?" he cut you off, falling back to lay down on his bed, eyes shut, as if he didn't want to see your reaction. his cheeks were flushed, and his eyebrows were slightly creased.

"what?" you whispered, sitting on the edge of his bed now.

"stay with me? please?"

"chris, you're drunk," you stated, a hand now resting on his jeans, as his head lolled to face you.

"need you here," he whispered, his blue eyes looking into yours, causing you to bite your lip in thought.

unbeknownst to you, chris had been waiting for an opportunity like this to arise. he had been crushing on you since you moved in, however was always too shy to actually do anything. he'd give you longer glances, and laugh a little harder at your jokes, as well as dance with you in the kitchen, to try and give hints, however you never really caught on.

"i really like you, y/n," he sighed, a hand reaching up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, "want you to stay."

"you really like me, huh?" you teased, a small smirk on your face, as his cheeks turned a slight pink.

he nodded, eyes blinking slowly, making him look like a tired cat.

"let me take you to dinner,"

"if you remember this conversation in the morning, i'll think about it," you smirked, poking his cheek.

he giggled softly, before pulling you into him, his head resting on your chest, as your nails scratched his scalp.

"thank you, pretty girl," he whispered into your chest, causing you to smile and softly kiss his curly head.

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CLUELESS 4 ──  a.buttle  ౨ৎ ⋆｡˚

summary : you and alfie are parents! notes : this is the final part to this series🥹🥹 i may do random little one-shots in the future because baby rosie is actually my sweetheart, and i will be doing a ukyters reaction to her content : established relationship ,, fluff taglist : @italianclarke @clarkeyscherry @luvdixon @sdmnpact @bambidollstar @wherethezoes-at @willnees @loveheart-123

the first year ༊*·˚

Rosie liked to pick and choose over what to be fussy about? Food was no problem what so ever, she gladly drank from your breast whenever you offered it to her. Sleep, however, was another story entirely.

You’d ended up moving the crib from the nursery into your bedroom, having it beside the bed because she would just cry. For no reason. She didn’t need her nappy changing, she wasn’t hungry. She would just cry. It was easier, having her crib in your room, because you could just roll over and get out of bed to deal with her rather than having to walk down a corridor half-asleep.

It got the a point where Alfie took nights every time, because her crying would be like a domino effect, making you start tearing up too. It was times like those where you felt useless, like you were doing something wrong. You didn’t know why she was crying and you didn’t know how to make it better.

So, when he saw how it was effecting you, Alfie took over, waking up at any slight noise from Rosie and dealing with her when the floodgates opened. He was definitely sleep deprived and knackered all the time, but he could take the brunt of it as long as it meant you weren’t emotionally distressed.

He also didn’t film or stream for the first five months, putting all of his time and effort into helping you and adjusting to life as a dad.

You, however, had an entire album of photos on your phone dedicated to snapshots in time of your parenting journey. There were mainly ones of him shirtless and pacing the living room while Rosie slept against his chest in his arms. You even had a video of it, where he caught you once.

You were slumped against the sofa, phone directed towards the two of them as all of Alfie’s attention was on the baby girl in his arms, who was drooling against his chest. He smirked when he turned to you, seeing you recording.

“Don’t tell me this is getting you going.” He snorted lightly, careful not to make any sudden movements so he didn’t wake Rosie.

“It’s just very attractive watching you be so … I dunno.” You shrugged, “Manly.”

“I’ll show you manly once I put her down, trust.”

Though the two of you joked about sex a lot in this time, neither of you initiated it. You’d set things straight with him from the get-go that you didn’t feel ready to do that again, and he respected that entirely. You’d been very communicative with him about how you were feeling: weird, unusual, not like yourself, and he listened every time, not once giving you a questionable look or judgemental response.

One thing he was incredibly grateful for was that he could cuddle you in bed again. Your stomach had gone down within two months, meaning you could finally get comfortable in whatever position you wanted too (completely sprawled across Alfie whilst on your front).

Weening Rosie off of breast milk was a nightmare. She constantly whinged and tried to fight away from the spoon full of banana, her little hands clawing at the hem of your shirt, trying to get her food the old way.

“That’s my kid, alright.” Alfie joked, holding the spoon in one hand and the bowl in the other. “No paternity test needed, c’mon.”

Rosie was perched on your lap as you sat around the dinner table, trying her on sweet potato. She’d head-butted your breast in an attempt to get to it.

You glared at him while adjusting her, trying to angle her body away from yours and towards the table.

You’d taken her on lots of walks around the fields, taking a pushchair if needed but Alfie tended to carry her around. She was a nature baby, just like you, and it shined through, especially as she took her first steps in the grass.

You sat across from Alfie, only a couple meters away, cooing at her and patting your thighs, encouraging her to come to you. “C’mon, baby, to mummy.”

She rose to her feet on wobbling legs before stumbling towards you, tripping at the last moment. You gasped, catching her and holding her, “Good girl! Oh, my angel!”

Alfie cheered, clapping, making her giggle and reach out to him.

“Go back to daddy?” You put her on her feet on the grass.

She walked one step before falling to her bottom with an ‘oomph’.

“It’s okay, try again.” You said with a delicate voice.

Determined to sit in her daddy’s lap, Rosie got to her feet again, doing her attempt at a run before collapsing into Alfie.

“Good girl, Rosie.” Alfie grinned, picking her up and tickling her sides.

She squealed, giggling.

Her first word was ‘mumma’ despite her being a massive daddy’s girl. It was when you were sat on the floor with her, watching whatever was on the TV while occasionally handing her blocks to play with. You’d zoned out and she’d started humming, trying to get words out.

“Mmmm” She looked up at you, “Mmmo—“

You looked down at her, frowning, “What’s wrong?”

“Mumma.” She pointed to the block in your hands.

Your face fell in shock before lighting up again, “What? Can you say that again?”

“Mumma.” She whispered, trying to pry the block out of your hands, not realising the significance of the moment.

“Oh my God!” You cried out, whisking her into your arms, “Alfie!”

He came out of the toilet in a rush, “What? What happened?”

“She said ‘mumma’!” You exclaimed, eyes wet with tears.

“Fucking hell, girl, had me wiping my arse fast as shit ‘coz I thought she was hurt.” Alfie groaned, going back to the bathroom to wash his hands.

the second / third year ༊*·˚

Rosie had grown into the spitting image of you but with Alfie’s eyes and curly hair. She also has your sass, often responding ‘no’ to things when you asked if she wanted it, only to pick it up herself after you put it down.

You didn’t show her face on social media until she was three, wanting to keep her privacy for as long as possible, but it was getting to the point where it was hard to do now, as she would often burst in on Alfie while he was streaming and it was difficult to film vlogs around her.

Alfie was in front of his set up, talking to his camera for a vlog when he heard the door open and close, “Oh, that’s the missus coming home with the little one.”

As he was in the dining room, Rosie came running in, grinning up at her dad, “Hi daddy.”

“Alright, darling? What’dya do today?” He grinned at her enthusiasm, lifting her up and putting her on his lap.

“Shops. Mummy got me a teddy.” Rosie said, playing with Alfie’s fingers absentmindedly.

You came in, dropping the bags on the couch. Out of one of them you pulled a build-a-bear with rose patterned fur and handed it to her. She took it with a grin, cuddling it tight to her chest.

“Here.” You said, handing Alfie a Greggs bag and kissing him swiftly. “Pepperoni pizza.”

“You fuckin’ angel.” Alfie groaned, folding the bag back so he could bite into it while you did the same for your own.

Rosie reached out her fingers, trying to pinch at the corner of your food to take some.

You moved it away, shoving her hand down, “Absolutely not. Not after earlier.”

“Why?!” She whined, pouting.

“What happened earlier?” Alfie asked, using the side of his finger to wipe the oil from his mouth.

“We go into Greggs, I said to her that we can share one, ‘coz she’s obviously not going to eat the entire pizza on her own. But, no, she insists on having her own. So I said, ‘Fine, but you have to eat it all’. Guess what?”

“She didn’t eat it all?” Alfie smirked, looking down at Rosie, whose cheeks were all red and puffed out.

“No. Wasted three quarters of a pizza.”

“It was an accident!” Rosie exclaimed while you rolled your eyes at her.

Alfie pulled some pizza off and fed it to her secretly. She smiled up at him with puffed out cheeks as she chewed.

What didn’t help with trying to raise her without attitude, was Alfie’s constant vulgarity. He’d managed to tone it down and control himself a little, but he still let a curse word slip through every now and then when he was enthusiastic about something or playing games on Twitch.

“Are you taking the fucking piss?!” Alfie shouted at his monitor as he died once again. “Fucks sake man.”

“Alf!” You exclaimed, glancing down at Rosie, who blinked in confusion.

“Sorry, darlin’, but this absolute prick keeps making me look like I’m some kind of weirdo new gen.”

“Prick.” Rosie whispered. “Fuck prick.”

Alfie burst out laughing, while you stared at her, mortified.

“That’s right, Rosie. Fuck that prick.” He cackled.

“No! Absolutely not!” You shook your head.

“Nah, I mean, what? Nah, Rosie, cant be saying that.” Alfie pursed his lips, suppressing his laughter.

“Bad word?” Rosie tilted her head. “Daddy saying bad words?”

“Yes, yes, very bad words.” You nodded rapidly, throwing a rubber ball in Alfie’s direction.

“Ah! Fuck— I mean, flip, girl.”

Rosie was nothing short of spoilt. She got whatever she wanted, because she had Alfie wrapped around her little finger. If you were out shopping, she would hold his hand, tugging him in the direction of a store that had caught her attention.

You two were also a sucker for matching outfits, and whenever you bought a cardigan or a shirt of any kind, Rosie begged to have the same version but for herself.

“Please, daddy! Please!” Rosie jumped up and down, tugging on his hand as he paid for your cropped cardigan.

“Alright, Jesus christ, Rosie, anyone would think we don’t buy you clothes.” Alfie scoffed out laughter, picking her up.

She also begged to go outside. All the time. It could be tipping it down and she’d come up to you asking to go and feed the ducks in the pond round the back of the house. You’d tell her no and she’d pout and whine, ‘But they need food, mummy!’ so then you told her to go and do it herself, and all of a sudden, feeding the ducks didn’t seem so urgent.

Whenever she got into a grump, arms crossed over her chest and face scrunched up, Alfie would tickle her side. At first, she’d play the angry and unbothered card, hitting his hand away, but then he’d persist, and she’s break out into a fit of giggles, no longer annoyed at whatever had happened.

Bedtimes were always interesting, because she insisted that she wasn’t tired, just so she could spend more time with the two of you, cuddled up on the sofa. You’d tell her ten more minutes, and she was passed out against you by five. It was adorable, really.

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Autumn – George clarke smau

summary: autumn hard launch through instagram

warnings: use of y/n

a/n: i just got a bit bored tbh and im YEARNING for autumn.

@/y/nlovesyou

🎵 Taylor swift • august

@/y/nlovesyou i never needed anything more.

liked by georgeclarkeey and others

@/user827372: the fact y/n is a swiftie cured my soul.

↳ @/y/nlovesyou: always have been, always will be angel.

@/georgeclarkeey: 🍁🍁

❤️ liked by creator

@/bambinobecky: i miss you😢

↳ @/y/nlovesyou: girl you’re right fucking next to me.

@/georgeclarkelovesme: no one here talking about how george commented?? mkay.

↳ @/user8282: i fear EVERYONE is.

@/georgeclarkeey

🎵taylor swift • willow

@/georgeclarkeey: august slipped away like a moment in time

liked by y/nlovesyou and others

@/jamesmarriottyt: okay so i can have my husband back then??

↳ @/willne: stop you twat

@/y/nlovesyou: 🐶🐶

↳ @/ilovey/n: us when we see you btw.

@/bambinobecky: hey so thats MY girlfriend.

↳ @/georgeclarkeey: not anymore🖕🏼🖕🏼

@/y/nlovesyou

@/georgeclarkeey

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Secrets out – ChrisMD Smau

(y/n is a singer and youtuber in this btw)

a/n: just did this before i go to sleep..i had an mri scan aswell today😟😟😟

@/chrismd10

@/chrismd10: go watch my new video NOW

@/user356446: did he expect us to skip over that…?

@/ynlovesyou: no

@/stephentries: what a angry guy. maybe it will help you grow

@/user3738: oh twitter is literally going INSANE.

@/georgeclarkeey: yes guys. i am the girl in that photo 💞💞💞

@/ynlovesyou

🎵Grapes • James Marriott

@/ynlovesyou: stream my album NOW

@/chrismd10: okay copycat??

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@/jamesmarriottyt: me mentioned btw!!

↳@/ynlovesyou: okay dont get too big for your boots x

@/user2727: is this technically a soft launch????

❤️liked by creator

@/ynlovesyou

i

@/chrismd10

@/chrismd10: @/ynlovesyou forces me to buy stupid tat.

@/ynlovesyou: its not stupid :(

↳ @/chrismd10: whatever you say baby

↳ @/user28272: BABY?????

@/jamesmarriottyt: its okay y/n. i support these financial decisions🫡

@/ynsburd: just kiss already.

@/ynlovesyou

🎵Fatboy Slim • Praise you

@/ynlovesyou: secrets out. @/chrismd10

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@/user2863: FINALLY.

@/chrismd10: 😢

↳@/user2834: people would go to war to be in your position. be happy.

@/willne: my short king🥹🥹🥹

@/ynslover: oh ew

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Playing Cards pt 3 | Spencer Agnew x F!Reader

A/N: Here is the requested part 3! This is a direct continuation of part 2, so make sure and read the previous parts. I'm working on a master list since I plan to continue this series further! Please let me know if you would want additional parts, fluff and spice and everything in between! I didn't expect to finish this so fast, but my college had an active shooter alert on campus so I took the day off from homework after I got home 🫠.

Word Count: 1k

TRIGGER WARNING: This is straight smut. Sex, cussing, softdom, begging, and more.

Previously:

You're playing one of the mini games, and while he's focused in on the game, you reach over to grab his controller so he'd fail the game. As you creep over to his side of the couch, hand stretched out, he catches on and raises his controller high in the air, still trying to focus on the game. You jump on him, desperate for his controller. He's still trying to keep the controller away from you, his hand in the sky, as you straddle his lap and reach. This leads you both to laugh until the game ends, him somehow still winning.

Fuck. You mutter, still on his lap, finding comfort being so close to him. You both stay put for what feels like forever, staring at each other, so silent you could hear a pin drop. Then, he grabs a piece of hair hanging in front of your forehead and tucks it behind your ear, using it as an opportunity to pull your head towards his and meet his lips, once again.

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What was tentative at first is now a hot, passionate, makeout session. The controllers in both of your grips are now discarded to the side, your hands running through his hair, grazing the sides of his face, and resting on his shoulders.

Everytime you pull away, desperate for air, Spencer pulls you back in, slightly nibbling on your bottom lip. His tongue slips inside your mouth as your lips meet again. You quietly moan into him.

"Baby that's so fucking hot." He mutters as he pulls away, taking all of you in as you remain straddled on his lap.

You grin as you pull your baggy t-shirt off.

"Y/N we don't have to do this I don't - "

You silence him with a kiss. "Spence, if you don't take the rest of my clothes off right now I will tell everyone I found you coming out of the crying bathroom last week."

"That was a one time thing and you know that - "

"Would you just shut up and kiss me" you groan.

He chuckles a bit and pulls you back in, this time reaching around your back to unclasp your black lace bra. You reach for his shirt, pulling it over his messy hair. His arms leave your body for a second, but find their way back to your spine, wrapping around you in an embrace. He uses his grip to flip you onto the couch, now on top of you.

You take the opportunity to undo his belt, unzipping his blue jeans. He looks down at you.

"Baby are you sure?"

You nod, eager with desire.

"Tell me how much you want me."

"Spence, please" you moan, desperate for him. Reaching for his jeans, he grabs your hands.

"Not just yet sweetheart," he says, "I want to take care of you first."

He drops your hands at your sides and pulls down your shorts by the waistband, exposing your underwear. He moves them to the side to brush his fingers up and down your thighs.

"Look at you, how wet you are." He smirks, sliding his fingers into your pussy. You gasp.

"Spence."

"That's it baby." He curls his fingers up, the insatiable feeling creeping up your spine, causing your back to arch off of the couch. He pulls his fingers out, apply an intense amount of pressure to your clit, leaving you clawing at the couch.

"Have I told you how hot you look right now? How beautiful you are all the time? You're stunning, Y/N, absolutely perfect." He pushes his fingers back in with unbelievable force, and you cry out.

"Spencer I'm, I'm so close," you manage to get out.

"Go ahead baby," he thrusts his fingers in harder, applying more and more pressure on your clit with his thumb, circling and circling.

You only last a few more seconds, back curled up of the couch, your hips bucking towards Spencer, as you exhale into sweet bliss. Heart throbbing, he leans closer to kiss your lips, pulling his fingers out of you. He brings his hand between you and him and slowly sucks his fingers, holding steady eye contact.

Still straddling you, you feel the bulge in Spencer's pants. You reach for him, and he hesitates.

"Please, Spence."

"You're going to have to beg a little harder for me sweetheart." He says.

"I want all of you Spencer." He drags your hand over his hard dick.

"What do you want me to do, Y/N?"

"Fuck me Spencer, please."

He pulls a condom from his pocket and tears it by his teeth.

"God that's so hot," you say, this time intentionally saying it aloud. He chuckles.

He takes his length from his boxers and rolls on the condom, laying you back down on the couch as he lines himself up at your entrance. He eases into you at first, soft and slow. You gasp at the feeling of fullness. He pulls out of you, but this time picking up the pace, and slamming back into you.

"Fuck Y/N, you feel so good. Take it baby." He caresses your face, then moves his hand down to your clit, using that circling motion that drives you mad.

"Spencer," you moan. He slams back into you, applying more pressure to your clit.

"That's it Y/N, come for me." And you do just that. In just a few more pumps, Spencer finishes too. He pulls out of you, both of you out of breath.

He pulls the condom off and walks into your bathroom. He returns with a washcloth and lifts you off of the couch.

"Fulfilling my firefighter fantasy," you say, arms wrapped around his neck.

"Glad to be of service"

He gently sets you on the bed, spreading your legs so he can clean you. After he's done, he leans down to meet his lips with yours and mutters a sweet goodbye as he walks towards the door.

"Spence?"

"Yes baby?"

"Stay with me tonight?" You ask, patting towards the empty space on your bed.

"I thought you'd never ask," He says, shutting the bedroom door.

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I hope you guys enjoyed part 3! Please let me know if you want a part 4! I'll continue this story for as long as y'all want. Comment if you want added to the tag list!

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ACCIDENTAL HARD LAUNCH ── a.frederick ౨ৎ ⋆｡˚

summary : arthur is on live, showing the viewers his new wallet and accidentally shows the photo of you notes : i miss writing for arthur hes such a sweetheart content : established relationship taglist : @italianclarke @clarkeyscherry @sdmnpact @luvdixon @bambidollstar @wherethezoes-at @willnees @bunbunbl0gs @loveheart-123

─────── ARTHUR WAS STREAMING. Nothing special or fancy, just a time to talk to his fans and answer any questions they had in real time. He spun back and forth idly in his chair while speaking before he caught sight of his wallet.

“Oh, I got a new wallet, look!” Arthur said, holding it up for the camera.

It was leather, but custom painted to match the aesthetic of the Bach and Arthur podcast; a dark blue sky with little stars and planets scattered around it.

“Isn’t that cool? I saw a fan on Instagram making ones for all the guys and I asked if I could have one done for me.” He explained, opening it up, “They even did the pockets inside.”

Unfortunately, Arthur’s hand placement in an attempt to cover your face was awful, and the viewers caught a slip of your face through the gap in his fingers.

“Also I got a Nandos gift card from a fan on tour, randomly.” He laughed.

user1 FUCK THE NANDOS GIFTCARD ARTHUR WHO IS THAT

user2 ARTBUR U HAVE A GF????

user3 cool story bro but who’s that in ur wallet xx

user4 arthur accidentally hard launching his relationship is so arthur coded

“What are you guys raving about?” Arthur frowned as a monsoon of chats came in.

As his eyes fluttered over them and the urgency in which they were written, his face fell and he let out an awkward little giggle.

“Uh … Did you guys actually see something or are you trolling?”

user1 oh arthur.

user2 why would we be trolling you bro😭😭

user3 WHO IS SHE???

“Whoopsies.” He mumbled, dragging his palms over his temples and down his cheeks. “Yeah, so … I have a girlfriend? I don’t think this is how either of us planned on it coming out at all, but … oh well. Yeah, so …”

He rubbed the back of his neck as a flurry of more chats came in, asking who you were and how you met and how long it had been.

“It’s been a few months, like, three? She works at the coffee shop that’s attached to the podcast building, so I saw her every day before I went in, kinda cute.”

user1 ARE YOU JOKINF THATS SO ROMANTIC

user2 STOP IT

user3 what’s her name?

“Her name is reader,” He answered, adjusting his headphones, “She is on social media, you’ll probably find her on Instagram.”

user1 yourusername?

user2 has she met the boys?

user3 oh arthur she’s beautiful

“Yes, yourusername, that’s her.” He nodded, “Yeah, she has met the boys actually. We all went out last night, so she’s met them a few times. Butttt … yeah, romantic meet cute and now she’s stuck with me forever and ever. You’ll probably gather this from her account, but she’s sort of a … literature version of me? I’m all space and science, she’s all literature and books.”

arthurtv

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cats out the bag🐈🤎

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Drunk in love – Alfie Buttle.

summary: Alfie looks after you after a night out – which makes you confess something.

warnings: a little steamy?? (making out)

a/n: this was pretty ass i apologise. i have like no motivation

request: could u please do an AB fic where reader gets absolutely battered and alfie ends up taking her home ?? can be smut idm!

He could tell you were drunk the moment you had started sobbing while singing “August” by Taylor Swift, Chris was almost in tears. But not from your singing, from the way that you were completely embarrassing yourself but didn’t have a single care in the world.

“Cmon girl, let’s get you home shall we.” Alfie says, holding the small of your back slowly directing you out of the dimly lit pub.

“But-“ “No buts, cmon.” You just sigh in reply, leaning against his frame as he walked you down the road.

As you finally arrive home, he kneels down to take off your brown heels. You put a hand in his hair and grin to yourself. “You’re like..the dream boyfriend.” You slur, the alcohol obviously getting to your head.

“Is that so?” He says as he rises from his knees to meet your eyes. “Let’s get you to bed before you start saying shit you don’t mean.”

He slowly takes off your dress, pulling out a pair of lightweight pyjamas before changing you into them, it wasn’t as if he hadn’t seen you naked before. You’d had sex multiple times but it never lead to more, but god you wish it did. You wanted to have him romantically, not just as a friend you occasionally shag.

“I do really love you.” You admit drunkenly.

“Oh really?” He teases with a small smirk before tucking you into bed and staring to take your makeup off.

“You’re like..actually gorgeous.” You continue rambling, the heat rises to his already flushed cheeks.

The next day – your pounding headache making you slowly remember what happened yesterday. You slowly groan as you sit up, noticing Alfie slowly waking up on the floor. “What are you doing on the floor?” You say, eyebrows knitting together as you get out of bed.

“I didn’t wanna make it weird by being next to you but I didn’t want you to be alone.” He replies, stroking the back of his neck gently. “Do you need paracetamol?” He says, getting up to his feet.

“I know I said some shit last night, you don’t have to be all awkward with me.” You sigh, sitting up against the metal bedframe. “I meant it.”

He meets your eyes with a sense of confusion, taking a seat next to you on your plush mattress. Moving closer and closer as time passes until your lips finally meet. His hand finds your waist as you grab onto his shoulders.

His tounge tangles with yours with deep want and presison, slowly reaching his hands under your pyjama shirt.

“Not yet.” You say with a small grin before moving away and standing up, walking to the kitchen as he groans quietly.

This was gonna be a long day.

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𓂃˖ ࣪⊹ sleepy — arthurtv

ㅤ⤷ a movie hangout turns into a sleepy one

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ⤷ almost 2k words

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ⤷ notes: just some domestic fluff for once :>

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You smiled at your phone, looking at Arthur's last message from a couple of hours ago. You had just gotten off work, opting to spend the night with your boyfriend. Tomorrow was Saturday anyway, and luckily you had the next few days off.

This wasn't your first night at his shared place with Flo, but you were still a bit nervous. Almost a year into the relationship, you both had spent many nights at each other's places. You even had most of your essentials there already - toothbrush, some clothes, makeup etc. You knew you had no reason to be nervous. You couldn't wait to be in his arms already.

about 15min away x

You turn your music back on, waiting for your stop.

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Getting in the lift, you check yourself in the mirror. Despite the hectic workday, your makeup survived. Your hair is slightly askew, so you style it to look more presentable. Your outfit is laid-back and slightly sweaty from the tube as it was quite hot and crowded. You make a mental note to throw them in the wash in your apartment tomorrow.

The lift pings, and you step out. Disconnecting your headphones, you see that Arthur liked your last message. You smile at the thought of him as you reach his door. You knock lightly and he opens the door 5 seconds later.

"You know you can just walk in at this point, right?" His smile is radiating as he reaches you for a hug.

"I'd prefer to be polite, honey," you hug him back, crossing your arms behind his neck as his hands hold your back. Leaning back, he gives you a light kiss, tugs you inside and closes the door.

You take in his appereance: freshly washed navy sweater, black shorts and neat white socks. His curly hair is all over the place; his stubble shaping his face perfectly. He stops your staring by kissing you. You hold his face in-between your hands as he holds your waist. You both lose yourselves to each other for a bit, enjoying the moment to its fullest. As soon as he departs his soft lips from yours, you miss him.

"Go and get comfy darling, I already made you your tea." He says, letting go of you and walking to the kitchen.

"Oohhh, give me one minute!" You rush to his bedroom to quickly get changed; you hear him laugh before you disappear behind the door of his room. You open his drawers for your clothes, but you spot his t-shirts. Giving into the urge, you take the most plain white shirt he owns and you wear that instead. You also change into your sweatpants and put up your hair. You peek into his bedside mirror, admiring how his shirt fits you. You can tell he has done his laundry, because the shirt smells... fresh.

You walk out of his room to the kitchen, noticing the way he's locked in to whatever he is doing. This man is most definitely indulging in chess right now. You take a seat next to him, taking a sip of your warm tea.

As soon as you sit down, he closes his phone. He looks at your fit, noticing his shirt on you. A smile graces his face as he stands up to hug you from your side, leaning into you.

"I love it when you wear my stuff. Looks way better on you." He whispers into your ear, pressing his face into your hair. You feel the warmth of the tea and his words go through you, turning your head to give him a kiss on his cheek.

"Did you win your game?" You ask him, indulging in your tea some more.

"Yeah, I played such a good move." He rests his head on top of yours, still holding you close.

You sit in a comfortable silence for a bit. You drink your tea and he still leans into your side.

"What do you want to watch today?" Arthur asks you.

You think before you answer, "Actually, it's your turn to pick this time."

He grumbles and huffs out a breath, "Can't decide today. Wouldn't mind anything, darling." You can tell from his mood he's tired. He had to bulk record videos as he has an upcoming sponsored trip and Freezy invited him to a quick shoot. He'd also texted you after the shoot that he had an impromptu meeting with Bach and their producer to discuss about future guests for their podcast. Needless to say, he also had a busy day.

You face him, looking up at him, "We don't have to watch anything. We can just go straight to bed."

He frowns, holding you a bit tighter, "I didn't make you come all the way out here to sleep. I wanna watch something with you."

You finish drinking your tea and stand up to put the mug in the dishwasher. Arthur lets go of you, trailing behind you. After putting the mug away, you face him and hold his hands.

"Arthur, I promise I'm alright with us just cuddling and sleeping."

He frowns again, sighing, "Let's watch something short, please."

You try to fight his stubborness, "I mean it, it's your turn to pick. And I'm a suckler for tradition - this will mess up our turns for selecting. We can skip today and you still pick the next time."

He lifts his head up, pondering. Defeatedly, he admits: "I guess you're right."

You peck his lips, "I promise it's okay. We can do a movie night when you get back."

He whines in defeat, leaning against the kitchen counter, "Yeah, but we could have one now.."

He's laughing by the time he finishes his sentence, knowing it's a lost cause. You laugh with him, admiring him.

He steps closer to you and holds you by your side, "Are you sure you can't make it tomorrow?" You lean into his touch, swiping away a strand of hair on his forehead.

"I think tomorrow's gonna be long. I haven't seen my uni mates for ages, so it might be off the rails."

He nods. You also nod back at him.

"You look really good in my shirt." He blurts out of nowhere, clearly getting distracted by your choice of outfit.

You snort and lightly push your finger into his side as a joke. He dramatically gasps and jerks away from your touch, sarcastically offended at your teasing.

"Okay Mr. Frederick, I think it's time for bed. I need to take my makeup off first though." You pace yourself towards his room with Arthur following you.

"Okay, wait, I need to know, did you see her at work today?" He curiously asks, referring back to a previous conversation you had with him about a worker at your job.

"Oh.. my god. I completely forgot! Today was fucking insane." You say in frustration. He laughs loudly at your tone.

Arthur shuts the door to his room as you sit behind his desk.

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You walk out of the bathroom and look at Arthur, who is sitting against the headboard, phone in hand (chess, again), completely focused. He's taken off most of his clothes, leaving you a sight to shamelessly stare at. You take off your socks as you climb into bed next to him. His focus on the game is unwaivered, so you observe the gameplay.

You still don't understand it. One of the first nights you spent together, Arthur had spent an entire night teaching you how to play chess - you stayed up until 5AM. Unfortunately, as soon as you fell asleep, it all left you. By the time you woke up, you remembered nothing and Arthur jokingly complained about wasting a night on wasted potential. You make an effort to understand, but it just doesn't stick. At least Arthur knows you care, and that's all that matters to him.

In a few minutes, the game is over with another successful win for Arthur. You pump your fist in the air to celebrate with him.

"That was such a good game." He sighs out, yawning at the end.

"And for the winner," you tilt your head, "a kiss on the cheek."

His cheeks tint pink as he leans into you.

"Are you ever gonna try to learn it again?" He speaks quietly, sleepiness evident in his voice.

"Maybe one day, when we're old and grey."

You kiss his cheek again and you turn off the bedside lamp on your side, ready to go to bed. Arthur follows suit, turning off his and facing you right away. He lies on his back, lifting his arm up so you could scoot closer to him and rest your head on his chest. When you do, he places his hand in your hair, scratching your scalp lightly, like he always does. You feel his abs with your free hand.

You sigh out a breath of relief, feeling comfortable and cozy in his embrace. The feeling of his fingers in your hair almost lulls you to sleep. You can feel him exhale as he kisses the top of your head.

"I can't wait." Arthur breaks the night's silence and wakes you up.

"Hmph?" is the only thing you can huff out from your tired state.

"To grow old and grey. Preferably with you."

Warmth spreads through your body. His late night confession wakes you up even more as you kiss his chest.

"I meant it as well." You reply, making sure that you share his sentiments.

"I know our year anniversary is coming up, but I can't lie, I've felt like this for a bit now. I just.. feel so comfortable with you. I like having someone to come home to, in a sense. You make everything interesting, and I like experiencing life with you."

He doesn't say anything for a bit. You let his words sink in. His confession has made your heart-rate double, and you can feel his as well. A tear escapes your eye, but you don't wipe it away. Arthur clears his throat.

"I love you."

You lift yourself up from his embrace to lean on your hand and stare at his face. He is near tears, and he stares lovingly into your eyes.

"I love you, Arthur."

You kiss him, softly and tentatively. You cup his face in your hands as he slides his hand on your neck, pulling you even closer. You both lose yourselves in this sensation, letting every emotion pour out into the kisses. It's sweet and innocent, slowly enjoying each other as your hands roam on his soft skin, holding him close. It's simple, as if this is the easiest thing you have ever done. Nothing feels as intimate as this.

You separate, heavy breathing filling the quiet room. Even in the dark room, you can tell how Arthur's skin is tinted pink. He starts pecking his lips on your face - forehead, temples, cheeks, nose, the corners of your mouth, chin, jawline and neck. You screw your eyes shut and revel in his affection. He lands the final kiss on your lips.

As the emotions wear off, sleepiness comes in full swing. You physically can't hold your eyes open any longer, so you settle your head near Arthur's chest again, embracing him and running your nails on his back. His hands land in your hair again as he holds you close.

As you're dozing off, you hear Arthur mumble.

"Fuck I love you."

You smile.

"I love you, Arthur."

You both fall asleep not long after.

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𓂃˖ ࣪⊹ meeting his friends — arthurtv

ㅤ⤷ the day when you finally meet Arthur's closest friends

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ⤷ fluff and over 2K words

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ⤷ notes: i actually posted this a while ago but took it down because i got insecure. this time im keepin it up!

"Are you ready to go, darling?"

The final touch of your makeup gets added just as Arthur loudly speaks up. You zip up your bag, pushing it further away from you on the table. As you lift your head to check your hair again, you respond:

"Give me like.. two minutes. Then we can go."

You tilt your head in different directions, making sure your hair looks nice at every angle. Arthur's footsteps get more noticeable as he opens the door to his bedroom. He peeks his head through the door to look at you.

You're already standing up and walking closer to him. He opens the door up more, leaning against the doorframe. His outfit fits him perfectly, although mostly everything does - he's wearing an old ZRK LDN black t-shirt with a 'no snakes, just ladders' graphic on it, baggy denim jeans with a nice white pair of Nike's on. His hand is holding his iconic black puffer jacket, ready to put on to face the colder September weather. His hair is a little grown out and all over the place; you can see a little bit of concealer on his forehead that hasn't been blended in with the rest. The smell of his perfume fills your senses.

At this point, you're just standing in front of him as you admire him. He looks at his phone, then looks back at you, "The cab's gonna be here in 5."

"We can go now."

He looks into his room, scanning: "You got everything with you?"

You take your smaller purse off of your shoulder to raise it up in front of him, shaking it a bit, "Everything necessary is in here. I re-checked four times."

Arthur smiles at you, stepping closer to you, "Good."

His free hand lands on your waist as he pulls you in for a kiss. The moment of surprise passes you quickly and you place your hand on his chest as you kiss him back.

He pulls back, smiling down at you.

"Had to steal one before we left."

You sarcastically roll your eyes, walking past him to the corridor, "Okay, Arthur. Let's get moving."

He laughs and follows you, turning off the light as you guys leave his flat.

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Making it to the pub first alleviated your nerves a little bit. This meant you could take a few deep breaths and convince yourself you weren't going to be awkward with them.

Sensing your nervousness, Arthur leans closer to you, whispering, "Are you really nervous?"

You take his hand, wanting to feel his touch, "A little bit. I hope they like me." You let out a nervous laugh as you avoid Arthur's gaze a bit.

He squeezes your hand, bringing it to his lips and kissing it.

"They will like you, honey. I don't doubt that."

"What do you doubt?" You huff out sarcastically. He shakes his head at your silly question, knowing that it was a rhetorical question.

He lightly bites your hand in protest at your question. You fake a gasp at him as he kisses it again.

"I think I'm more nervous for them. I hope they don't freak you out."

This statement gets the both of you laughing as you lean on Arthur. It feels nice to laugh with him, taking your mind off the not-so-serious impending doom of meeting his closest friends.

For an early Friday night, the pub is quite empty. The booths' next to you are vacant; you can instead spot people across the pub. The bar also has attracted more of an audience, leaving the two of you on your own.

Arthur's head perks up, signalling that the boys have probably made it, and he spotted them. Your heart starts racing a little bit, but Arthur's already waving them over and you look behind you.

You think their names were George, Isaac, another Arthur and Chris. That's what he told you atleast. Nerves have got the best of you although, as you cannot connect the names to the faces. Or faces to names. Hopefully you'll remember them by the time this night ends.

They make their way to the booth, waving at the both of you. You also wave back with your free hand as Arthur is still holding the other one. Just before they make it, he gives it a hard squeeze before standing up to greet his friends.

A bunch of mumbled 'hey''s and 'how's it going' and laughter fill your ears as the guys dap up. Jackets and hoodies are removed due to the warmth inside the pub. They all slide in from the opposite side of the booth as Arthur sits back down next to you. You quickly sigh out as the guys' turn their attention to you.

"So, you're the mysterious girl Arthur's been dating for a couple of months," the guy next to you starts off, putting on a slightly overexaggerated inquisitive voice, but not too on the nose - just humorous enough for a new person. You finally remember his name is Isaac, recognising him from their shared podcast.

You put your hands up to your shoulders, "Guilty as charged, I suppose," laughing at his statement. The guys nod their heads, going along with the banter. Arthur scoots closer to you, wrapping his arm around your waist to pull you closer to him. You tilt your head to look at him, his persistent cologne soothing you. You smile and turn to look at the boys' again.

"Remember that horrid moment I had at a coffee shop where I thought I completely ruined someone's day by stumbling like an idiot and spilling my order on a random girl?" Arthur jumps in, holding up one of his hands as he's painting the picture of how you two met. Isaac's mouth falls open at the revelation, and the other guys look just as surprised.

"No way," the furthest guy from you exclaims. You try to hold a smile back as Arthur's excitement is bubbling over at the plot twist of the story.

"This random girl is now sitting right next to me!" He looks at you before nudging you closer to his side. You lean your head back on his shoulder before lifting it again to take a swig of your drink.

It really did feel like the worst day at the time. You were heading to work earlier than usual, the tiredness consuming you all morning. While waiting for your order, some git stumbled and spilt their order on you. You were furious at the time, mentally not prepared to even think about diverging from your routine. The guy was profusely apologising, offering to buy you a new shirt, but decided to ignore him to not blow over with anger. As your order got called, you picked it up and left for work, deciding to deal with your clothing at work.

The next day, at the same coffee shop, you saw him again. He immediately recognised you and started apologising again. It really annoyed you that he charmed you instantly. In a hurry, you planned to meet up the following day at a normal time to 'dissipate the wrongdoings'. You could have never imagined that this clumsy guy would make you laugh the hardest you had ever laughed in a while and be incredibly polite and respectful.

You smile at the memory.

"So," Arthur removes his hand from your waist to grab his glass and rest them on the table, "this is Isaac, the one I do the podcast with." You nod your head, glad that you at least remembered his name. Isaac tips his imaginary fedora. You gather that this is how he interacts with everyone.

"Then that's George, one of my closest friends." He discreetly waves his hand and you wave back at him. His smile is warm and genuine.

"That's the other Arthur, the more musically talented one." He awkwardly nods his head.

"And I don't know if you can even see him from here, but that's Chris sitting there. He's my childhood friend from Jersey." Arthur starts laughing halfway through the sentence, with Chris looking mildly offended at another short joke.

"Very funny, knobhead." As Chris stares Arthur down, he turns to look at you and offers you a smile with a wave. They tell you that Chris, Arthur Hill and George share a flat together whilst Isaac lives with his girlfriend Liv in the same building. At the mention of Liv, you get excited to meet her, knowing that she’s probably someone you’re gonna get along with really well.

You introduce yourself briefly as the guys' listen to you closely. They seem very keen on getting to know you, like asking you more about your career, your education, your hobbies and your 'questionable' choice of deciding to keep in touch with Arthur. The banter comes easily, not feeling awkward about joking around with them. Your nervousness disappears after some time as you finish your drink and laugh at another joke made at the expense of George's huge head by Chris.

As the night continues, the more comfortable you get. You tell the jokes you would've otherwise kept to yourself. You tell an outrageous story from your childhood that gets them laughing. You take Arthur's hand in your grasp from time to time to feel the warmth of him. You feel okay staying in the booth with just the other Arthur and Chris as the others refill their drinks.

George points out the fact that you're already turning into Arthur (completely unironically also putting your hand up with your index finger pointing up as you say something intellectual). Isaac is still baffled that you're that girl Arthur talked about in excruciating detail in one of their episodes; you made a mental note to listen to that episode. Arthur Hill shares embarrassing stories of your boyfriend on their night outs, to which he cringes hard and refuses to elaborate on any pictures the boys' show you. Chris is continuously trying to jokingly insult Arthur, but gets outdone by Arthur's just slightly more clever comebacks every single time.

The friendliness feels right, and not something they're pushing to happen. It just happens. The banter is there and you can tell that these guys' will become your actual friends as well. You feel welcomed by them, which makes you eternally happy. At some point, another meet-up had been arranged and you also scored an invitation.

As the last drinks gets downed by the group, the night comes to a quick end, time passing by in a blink. Arthur helps you stand up from the booth, offering to place your jacket on your shoulders. Whilst this is happening, your Arthur notices that some fans approach them for pictures. Wanting to keep your relationship private, he walks out of the pub, avoiding the fans. His hand is on your lower back as he guides you out into the cold night.

Arthur pulls you into his side when the door closes. You barely manage to lean into his side when he turns you to face him, grabbing your face to kiss you. Your hands land on his sides, tugging at his shirt through his unzipped puffer jacket. His hands are cold, contrasting to his warm lips against yours. The kiss is slow, calm but passionate. After some time, he pulls away, kissing your forehead and pulling you against him.

"Wanted to do that all night," you hear him whisper, not wanting to break the tension he had created with his surprise kiss.

You laugh into his shirt, looking up at him, "You can do that all night."

He compressed his lips into a thin line, not wanting to smile at your suggestive tone, "Behave, darling. Don't tempt me."

All the guys' walk out just as you lean up to kiss his cheek. They're loudly talking about whatever interaction they just had with the bartender, clearly amused by the entire situation.

"Well, shall we?" George announces, grabbing everyone's attention as you start walking to your shared building.

The banter continues into the rowdy London night - Arthur Hill manages to trip over an invisible object, Isaac survives another awkward fan interaction (with your Arthur mocking him the entire time for his 'strange behaviour'). Chris cackles loudly over the streets as George observes his weird antics. You watch them all have fun, joking around with you and each other. Your Arthur even tries to pull you into some sort of tipsy dance routine just a minute away from your building, but luckily the universe blesses you from this awkward situation since Isaac tried to join in. By the time you reach your flat, your cheeks hurt from laughing, and your heart is full.

Landing on his couch with Arthur right next to you, he ponders, "So, did you like them?"

"Of course I liked them, Arthur. I had such a lovely time."

He looks at you with his shiny brown eyes, love evident in his eyes. You mess around with his hair and pull him closer to you.

His face is in the crook of your neck, trying to kiss anything in his reach.

"I'm glad. I really am."

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𓂃˖ ࣪⊹ nothing good happens after 2am — arthurtv

ㅤ⤷ ..except Arthur; or in which you break your one rule

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ⤷ fflufflufffluff, 3.4k words

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Sitting in the kitchen, you’re sipping your tea. It’s barely warm however, as it has sat on the kitchen counter top for at least thirty minutes already. Arthur made you a cup, before one of your babies, the youngest, woke up and needed to be put back to sleep. Since you had a hard day at work, your husband immediately told you to relax as he took care of the situation. 

It truly had been a long day - the emails you had to answer were borderline insane, your boss was pushing you to do things outside of your work field, and to add to that, the coffee machine broke. That was an absolute violation in your eyes. Then to top it all off, you got home late because of an important work meeting.

Arthur had a couple of days free, so he offered to be home the entire time with your two children, Audrey and Ashton. They were a handful from time to time, but your heart was full of love. Every single time when you saw Arthur with them, you knew he was perfect. He was gentle and loving with them. The look in his eyes every single time he got to hold his children in his hands was something you could never trade. The look of love, affection, the promise of eternal care was insanely peaceful. 

Sipping your tea, you enjoy the silence. They were quite well-behaved - for a 3 year-old and a 9-month old, but they had their moments of absolute ruckus. You could tell, if there was even a sliver of silence from both of them, you knew they were up to something. Obviously, you loved both of them from the bottom of your heart.

You get lost in your thoughts. The last busy day with the kids had been when the large mass of uncles and aunts came to visit them for the birthday of your eldest. Any Youtuber close to Arthur was an uncle/aunt, and there were a lot of them. Besides the amount of people staying in your admittedly small flat, it was still a great time. Seeing your friends, like Chris and George interact with your youngest made your heart full of love - their calmness and joking side shining through. Now, your flat was empty and less familiar - the house you had purchased for your family was in the process of moving, so the last couple of weeks had been quite sad but hopeful. It killed you to take down all the perfect photos you had framed of Arthur with your children, and the moment Abbi was born, were all sitting in your luggage waiting to be transferred to your new living space. Luckily, in two days’ time, you would finally wave goodbye to this flat and welcome in a new start to your new life; to a happy family with Arthur.

You’re staring at your tea as you hear the door to your children’s room close. Arthur, in his typical all-black outfit, walks to stand behind you, wrapping his arms loosely around your waist,  hugging you. His touch is warm, and his hands hold you like they always do.

“They’re finally asleep. Ash was refusing to listen to the new bedtime story book we bought. He finally budged, but we might need to find that one book he really liked.” He whispers into your ear, mindful of the fact that any loud noise might wake them up and the process would have to be repeated all over again. The tea in your hand is placed on the kitchen counter, turning around to kiss Arthur. The warmth, the familiarity, the love is irreplaceable. Your heart is warm. His touch is electric. You know this feeling won’t ever go away.

“At least this time he fell asleep. That one night still haunts me.”

Arthur silently laughs, remembering that one night months ago where your eldest just refused to sleep. Arthur had to leave for a brand trip the next morning and your morning would be filled with remote meetings. As infuriating as that night was, the memories were always sweeter.

“Don’t worry, lovie. We can relax now.” He sits down on the chair next to you, digging into the small bowl of peanuts you had left there that afternoon.

You chuckle, taking another sip of your tea, “I really just wanna sleep. We’re gonna barely sleep during the move anyway,”

Arthur nods as he stuffs his face with more peanuts. The silence is nice, calming. You’re both enjoying the moment, indulging in the lack of noise from your children. Even if they were what made you the happiest, you knew your nights with Arthur couldn’t compare. The nights where you both had nothing on your mind but dedicating each other to one another, revelling in the touch, the intimacy of warm skin - it was purely otherworldly.

“Do you know what I keep thinking about?” Arthur mutters, cleaning his hands on his sweats.

You hum, expressing interest in his thought. He continues, leaning closer to you.

“I broke your rule.”

You raise your eyebrows at this sudden statement. Tilting your head, you flash a loving smile at him, “Oh yeah? Do tell.” The final sip of your tea is done, wiping the counter from the slight condensation that had developed from your hot cup.

“You know, ‘Nothing good ever happens after 2AM.”

You think, the night immediately rushing into your mind. You know what he’s talking about, outside from the obvious reference to your favourite TV show.

“That night, it was after 2AM. And you still talked to me.”

A smile crosses your face, a breath escaping you.

“What was your first impression of me?”

You’d had this conversation before at least a million times. You already know what it was. It just felt warmer coming from him. Hearing how he felt before you dated always warms your entire body, feeling eternally grateful to striking up a conversation with him.

“Your outfit, your panic over the time, your small smile that you held when one of your friends made a silly joke.”

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1.52AM. And your Uber is late.

You frustratingly sigh at your phone, waiting for the driver to already show up in front of the club you were.

The jacket you brought, that you had lent to your friend, would’ve been really nice now. You gave it to her when she went out for a smoke, and you hadn’t seen her since. She was okay, you knew that much, but you hadn’t actually seen her. Knowing her, she was probably flirting with a guy for a cigarette.

As you’re waiting outside the club, your best friend approached you - she was worried about you. You laughed at her remark, knowing it had been barely two minutes since you stepped outside. At this point, you felt okay. The drinks were heavy, but ever since you went outside, the fresh air and being away from the loud obnoxious music had calmed you down, and you could feel yourself start sober up. Luckily, you were free from work tomorrow - or, today.

You help your friend sit down on the nearby bench. Her state makes you laugh, but you keep a thoughtful eye on her. She reveals that she has also ordered an Uber, apparently waiting for your other friend to show up from the bathroom. You sat next to her, listening to her next rant about the horrible tequila shots a random guy had ordered her. You couldn’t help but laugh, knowing that she was going to bring this up every single future bar visit you guys would have.

Your other friends make it outside, sitting in the Uber they had ordered. As you wave goodbye to them and make a sharp turn to sit back down on the seat you had just been on, you bump into something; someone. He yelps, and so do you.

“Woah, I am so sorry. I didn’t think you’d bump right into me,” he hurriedly speaks, worried over causing discomfort to someone random. His speech is a little slurred, a hint of alcohol in the air, but you wouldn’t be able to tell otherwise. You give him a quick nod, turning your attention back to your phone. 1.57AM, this is really cutting it cl-

“Are you sure you’re okay?” the man speaks up again, his voice calm. You’re a little confused over his question, but wanting to end this conversation, a ‘no worries, mate’ slips out of you. 1.58AM. Your Uber is fascinatingly late. This is not good.

You take a deep breath, hoping you get to go under your warm covers soon enough. Some commotion happening near the entrance of the bar makes you turn your head - suddenly, you recognise the familiar jacket from the grasp of some of the guys’ - it’s your long-lost friend with your jacket. Looking at your phone, 1.59AM. Shit. I really want my jacket back.

Taking the risk, hoping to defy the odds, you run over to the group of guys. You hear your friend hollering at someone, most likely a joke as you get closer. Instead, I see her side-hugging a guy. Tall, his quiff, widest smile I've ever seen, and when he speaks, the Geordie accent stands out immediately. This must be the guy she had been on a couple of dates with, Will. She'd told me a couple of weeks ago about this guy and what a gentleman he had been to her. I guess they bumped into each other at the club after I lent her my jacket.

"HEY!" your friend drunkenly slurs, practically full-leaning on Will. You give her a shy smile, feeling all the looks on you from the random group of men. One pair of eyes stare right through me, and when I look slightly to my right, I see the same guy who bumped into me. The jokes write themselves.

This time, I get a good look at him. His short hair, clean-shaven face, the concealer on his forehead not blended in that well. The black jumper, black jeans match with his black shoes. The only slight stand-out is his pink cap, which is grasped in his hand. By the time you look up again, his slight smile flashes you before he turns his toward someone talking next to him.

Without having to check your phone, you can feel it. It’s 2AM. You huff, wanting to end this interaction and hopefully catch your taxi without a hitch, “Hey, love, mind giving me my jacket back? My taxi’s nearby.” You’re lying through your teeth, because it was supposed to be here 10 minutes ago.

She detaches herself from the guy, “I am so sorry babe, I was g’na give this back to you right away, I promise!” She struggles, trying to pull off the jacket and keep her bag balanced. You snicker to yourself, finding amusement in her slight troubles. You still feel the pair of eyes on you, not even needing to look to know that it’s the mystery man you bumped into. The universe seems to have this funny way of interrupting you, to stop certain things from going smoothly. Your plan has worked for the longest, and this is the one time you’re forced to stay out?

She finally gets it off, loudly talking about something funny that happened whilst she’d left to go to the bathroom. You nod along, not really listening, thinking back on the time ticking down.

As you place the jacket on your shoulders, you pull out your phone with one hand and wave with the other. You remind her to text you when she gets home, and she gives you a drunken bear hug, the smell of cigarettes poignant.

With your phone in hand, you’re pulling out the app to check the location of your taxi, as you wince at the time - 2.04AM. Just as you’re about to walk toward the same bench you were sitting on before, that guy stops you in your tracks.

“You’re not gonna stay with us?” He asks casually, keeping a bit of distance from you. Taken aback at the question, you turn your head between the bench you want to desperately sit down on - your heels doing your legs no justice - your phone and him. Laughing awkwardly, the time still reminds you that it’s time to be home.

“Nah, I’ve had enough for today.”

He briefly looks back at the group behind him before turning his attention to you, “Hey, I really am sorry about before-”

“It’s really no problem. Shit happens.”

You both stand in silence, not knowing how to continue or end this conversation. You look at your legs, feeling the ache on the bottom of your feet. The mystery guy senses your discomfort, “Wanna go sit over on the bench?”

Sighing happily, you nod and start walking toward it, him trailing behind you.

As soon as you land, you throw your head back in relief, glad to not put any more pressure on your feet than necessary. Next thing you feel is his jumper against your jacket, his aftershave way more noticeable now that it’s just the two of you. All you can think about is the time. It’s borderline annoying at this point. It feels like the universe is purposefully keeping your taxi from showing up. The guy next to you lets out a forced breath, as if he’s trying to ground himself. You see him fiddling with the sleeve of his jumper, his leg crossed over the other.

The silence starts to bother you, and not knowing what else to do to pass the time, you decide to strike up a conversation with him.

“Any reason you’re staying with me?”

His eyebrow raises slightly, confused by your question.

“I just mean, that.. umm, all of your mates went inside. Any reason you didn’t?”

His expression relaxes, looking down at his hands. You see him smile shyly to himself, “The music’s awful. Trying to enjoy a bit of fresh air.”

You chuckle at his response, agreeing with him. Typically, the music tends to get better as the night goes on, but this specific club seemed to have the opposite incentive. If you didn’t have to go home, you probably would’ve left this early anyway.

“Didn’t want to let you sit on your own out here as well.” He quietly murmurs, his head still down and his hands still busy at his sleeve. Sharply turning your head toward him, you hold in your breath. This is ridiculous, right?

As if realising what he said a little too late, he also sharply turns his head to look at you. His eyes are wide and he leans further away from you.

“I mean if you want me to be here of course, I wouldn’t want to push and make you feel weird and if you do feel that way, then please tell me and I’ll let you be…”

His speech is quick, rapid, rambling. You can barely process it in your sobering state. Weirdly enough, you find it endearing? 

Your thoughts trickle back to the time. It’s way past 2AM. Maybe, this time, you can afford to make a mistake.

“Woah woah, it’s okay..” you interrupt his rambling, placing a hand on top of his knee. He immediately shuts up, his shoulders slumping down. He looks into your eyes expectantly, waiting for you to say something.

A genuine smile crosses your face, “You can sit here with me.”

A genuine smile crosses his face, “Okay.”

His tone is soft, quiet from his earlier monologue. He finally feels brave enough to lean closer to you again, your shoulders touching each other.

Laughing to yourself, you shake your head, “Well, my plans are ruined.”

His head turns to you, “You have plans?”

“More like ‘had’. And it’s actually very silly.”

He chuckles, leaning closer to you. “I think I can handle silly.”

This time, you’re fiddling with the end of your shirt, “By silly, I mean extremely silly. Embarrassing even.”

“I doubt it.”

You look at him and find his eyes already looking at you. You can’t help but smile at him, the thought of your taxi arriving at some point long gone.

“I have this rule… ‘Nothing good ever happens after 2AM’, you know, from How I Met Your Mother?”

He hums, “Go on.”

“If the clock hits 2AM, it’s just best to go to bed. And not do anything silly because it’s the wrong decision anyway and you’ll regret it. Has kept me grounded for years.”

He gives you a smirk, “Am I another one of your regrets?”

Teasingly, you answer: “Depends on how this is gonna go.” Your smug response has him staring into your eyes. For such a rambling man, he can have his confident side, which makes him even more handsome.

He looks away from you to the taxi that has now parked right near the bench. Shock passes through you, and you check your phone. That is your taxi. And now you have to leave. You both stand up, feeling somewhat, even surprisingly disappointed. He shoves his hands in his front pocket, his eyes on the ground. 

“I hope I get to see you again.” he utters, walking with you closer to the taxi.

“I do as well.” You give him a tight smile. He takes his hands out of his pockets to give you a small hug and you reciprocate. His touch adds to the warmth your jacket has already given you, and when he pulls away, you feel colder than before.

Just as you turn away to open the car door, he stops you, a loud voice beaming from him. He takes your phone, taps around on it before giving it back to you with a grin.

“Let me know if you don’t regret this.” He waves before pacing himself to the club.

You tilt your head at his exit, smiling widely to yourself. He is full of surprises, this mystery guy. In the car, you find to see his contact in your phone.

Arthur.

Glad to put a name to such a good-looking man.

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“And I remember walking back into the club, finding Chris and just rambling about you to him. He laughed in my face at the time.” Arthur chuckles quietly at the memory, cleaning up a bowl and putting it in the dishwasher. You also laugh at the memory. When Chris met you for the first time, actually during normal hours and not drinking, he was bewildered to realise that you were the girl that Arthur somehow managed to ‘bag’ that night.

You join him near the dishwasher, putting your finished cup of tea in there as well. Arthur stands behind you, leaning on you and resting his head on top of yours. He lightly sways you back and forth, holding you close to him, his hands holding your shoulders.

“Imagine if I hadn’t bumped into you.” He whispers into your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

“Don’t even. Don’t wanna think about it.” you mutter sleepily, wanting to go to bed with your husband already. All this nostalgia, retelling the loving memories of your soulmate always makes you sleepy, ready to enjoy even more of him.

“I’m so glad you decided to talk to me. Even with my baby face.”

You silently laugh at the memory of his clean-shaven face, “But you were so cute then.” Your words stretch out, making Arthur stuff his face even more towards your neck in embarrassment. 

“Your longer hair and facial hair makes you about ten times sexier though.” He pulls away with a shocked expression, pulling you closer with his hands from your hips, a smile ever present on his face.

“I think you need to sleep, lovie. Gonna get me excited for nothing.”

You quietly hit his arm, and he pulls away again with an even bigger smile. He turns you around to kiss you on the lips. It’s quick, but full of love and promises. Promises that he has kept and will keep.

“Let’s sleep then.”

You both walk to your bedroom, turning off the kitchen lights as you exit the room. Your clothes get thrown around the room haphazardly, caring more about getting to cuddle each other this late at night, in the quiet.

You still believe it, though. Nothing good happens after 2AM. The one and only exception is your Arthur. The only exception you’re willing to make.

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𓂃˖ ࣪⊹ always there — arthurtv

ㅤ⤷ no matter what, he's there to celebrate your accomplishments

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ⤷ angst, ~2k words?

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ⤷ notes: got inspired by this tiktok i saw (@ addieeraymond) and i knew i had to write about this >:) also the timeline may be skewed but for the purpose of this story it happens the way i wrote it AND if i have not written the UK uni shenanigans correctly then my bad!.

After many years, your graduation finally happened.

You had been academically struggling. You knew you wanted to go to university to get a degree in something you love, but life always got in the way. In that time, your passions changed and your uncertainty grew. Finally, you found your way to Leicester. After four years, with one year abroad in the Netherlands, you got your degree. You had split up with Arthur during your first year.

Arthur had moved to London to keep working with his law degree. You had moved to Leicester. The initial plan of long distance worked. As your first year was ending, the relationship crumbled to nothing.

You knew Arthur would be insanely busy, but he promised to make an effort - to either travel to Leicester to meet you, or you staying over at his place in London. And that's how it was for the first couple of months. But the silence started growing.

Sometimes, he would air you completely for days, and you were rightfully worried. He would tell you that everything was fine, promised to call that night and fall off the face of the Earth for two days again. It became a vicious cycle.

You visited him in London for the last time about two months later. You made an effort to have a couple of days free to visit him.

"My door's always unlocked for you," he would say. And it was.

It was an incredibly bittersweet night. Arthur pleaded you to try again, but you couldn't. Not anymore. Kissing him for the last time, you slept on the couch as Arthur tried to keep himself together in his bed.

The next morning was awkward. Your train wasn't leaving until the late afternoon. You two held a civil conversation, knowing this might be the last time you see each other for a while. As you packed up your last knickknacks that you'd left at his place before and stood at his front door, you faced him. His eyes were red from the emotional rollercoaster you both had gone through. Your heart lurched at his pain, but there wasn't anything you could do. You wanted to be close to him, but you couldn't do that to him. Or yourself. This had to end.

"I guess this is it." you murmur out, not really trusting your voice to hold any confidence.

Arthur just nods. You can tell he doesn't want to say goodbye.

"I love you."

Your eyes fall at your feet, "Arthur..." you sigh out.

"I'm not saying it to win you back. I just want you to know that I love you."

He wipes his face with the sleeve of his black jumper. Tear stains are already present in the exact spots.

You brush your hand through your hair, taken aback by his words. You know he means them. It sucks that you feel the exact same way, but it wouldn't change anything. All you wanted to do was pull him into a hug.

So you do, pulling him close with one arm behind his back and the other at the back of his head. His head falls in the crook of your neck, crossing his arms at your waist.

His touch is starting to feel cold. Incredibly bittersweet.

As you pull away, Arthur exhales a deep breath.

"I want you to know that I am and will be so proud of you no matter what. Even if our paths don't cross, I want you to succeed. I know you will."

His confession makes you tear up again, knowing that you have to leave now.

"I wish you the best of luck, Arthur." Your sentence is short, not knowing how else to express your feelings. There is so much more you would want to say, but more words may complicate this. And that's all you say.

Arthur stands back, watching you walk out of his flat. You hear him sniffle just before you close the door.

Throughout the next three years, he became a comfortable memory. The ending hurt your heart every time you thought about it, but it just became more comfortable. You learned to live without him.

It wasn't easy. Sometimes, you really wanted to text him when you were struggling with memorising some terms for an exam. He'd always volunteer to help you when you guys called, making it work somehow. You guys could always make it work somehow. How come not that time? You wince at the memory. You take a sip of your water and wake up your laptop to continue writing your last term paper.

Your friends at uni helped you along the way. Accidentally 'embarrassing' yourself in front of a group of people at a random party earned you some pretty close best friends, and a tightknit group of friends you often met up with during times of leisure. You'd confided to them about Arthur during a study meet, and they all tried to be as comforting as possible.

One of your friends later told you that he recognised the guy you had talked about. This had taken you by surprise, but when she told you that she knew him from Youtube, your shock was through the roof. You almost didn't believe her, even when you were watching one of his 90-day fiancé videos.

This set you back for a week. You watched some of his older videos and managed to catch newer uploads as well. Gathering from the comments and what he himself had said in videos, he'd quit his practice to do Youtube. This really surprised you. As long as he is happy. That's all that mattered.

You tried dating. Emphasis on tried. One guy looked eerily like Arthur and the night felt weird. You did meet a nice guy, but you guys stayed as friends instead.

During your last year, you barely thought about him. All you focused on was your degree and future possibilities. Your nights were either spent behind your laptop or at a pub with your group of friends. And things were okay.

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Many sleepless, hungover, busy and procrastinating days and nights led you to here - your graduation. As you accepted your diploma, you shed a few tears. You felt incredibly proud of your progress during your last four years. The graduation itself passed by in a blur, and next thing you knew, you were standing outside, hugging your family.

All your friends and family from your hometown came to congratulate you, and you felt immense happiness. Seeing everyone you appreciate and love sharing their love for you made you tear up even more. Your hands were full from the amount of flowers that were gifted for you.

One of your uni friends had made their way to you, hugging you. As you look behind him, you see him.

Arthur.

Your heart drops, frozen hugging your friend. He pulls away and notices your expression. Looking behind him, he sees him as well. He turns back to you to congratulate you more as he scurries away from this interaction.

All you can do is stare.

You hadn't kept up with his business for so long. Suddenly seeing him, standing five feet away from you leaves you breathless. He looks older. He obviously is older, but he's grown more into his features. His stubble and grown-out curly hair makes him look handsome. His brown eyes stare into yours.

Looking down, you notice he's holding a bouquet of red tulips. You also notice that since you looked away from his eyes, he's started moving closer to you. Looking down at your hands, you realise your hands are empty all of a sudden, not feeling your mum take them off your hands.

Soon enough, he's right there, standing in front of you. You find the courage to look up at him, and you offer him a genuine smile. He smiles just as genuinely back.

"Hi." Arthur says, finding his words.

"Hi, Arthur." is all you can reply. Your breath is shaky, unsure.

He immediately pulls you into a hug. You can feel his hands hesitate behind your back, not knowing where to place them. They're on your lower back before he flinches to place them upwards. Quickly and gradually, he slides them lower. Like he used to back in the day. The hug isn't awkward anymore - it's familiar. His cologne takes you back to the days in his apartment, fooling around around the flat as you wore his hoodie. If this situation wasn't insane enough, you would swear that it was the exact same scent.

He nudges his head so his lips are closer to your ear, "I'm so proud of you." He says this softly, his warm breath tickling your ear. It's quiet, knowing that this is only meant for you and no one else.

Incredibly bittersweet.

You tear up instantly, swaying from side to side with him. It's impossible to pull him any closer than he already is. You know that you've probably earned some weird stares from your relatives, but quite honestly, you couldn't care less. Arthur is right here, hugging you after four years. All that mattered was this. The past four year silence meant nothing right now. As if this was always supposed to happen. As if he had never left you, and he'd been there all that time. But you could only pretend.

He finally pulls away, handing you the bouquet. It's so pretty.

"Thank you, really." You tell Arthur, choked up.

He still gives you a genuine smile, "You deserve it. Congratulations."

You smile back at him. He stands back a bit as another friend approaches you for a hug.

You lose track, again. You can see Arthur standing back with your family, talking with them with a grin on his face. You can only glance at him as you're forced to take more pictures.

Finally, your family starts to escort you to your car to leave. As you reach them, you look for him, wanting to thank him again. Scanning across the nearby area, the hard reality faces you. Arthur is gone.

He left.

Your eyes fall onto the tulip bouquet he gave you. You feel like you've been crying all night, but this saddens you further.

In the car, your mum speaking pulls you out of your consuming thoughts.

"Can you believe Arthur came all this way here? He sat with us during the whole graduation. It was so lovely to see him after all this time! The fact that he even came here.."

And the rest drowns out.

He was there for the entire graduation.

Not thinking straight, you pull out your phone. You scroll your contacts, finding his name.

You:

thank you for coming, arthur :)

you really surprised me

His reply is instant.

Arthur:

Just wanted to support you :)

You stare at his text, smiling. This feels okay. This doesn't hurt. You hold his bouquet closer to your heart. Maybe this is what you needed.

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