#Isaac smith

[clarkeysbedchem]

slip ups

george clarke x fem reader

summary: you and George have been hiding your relationship from the internet but there’s been a few slips along the way before George finally bites the bullet.

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At first, your appearances were barely noticeable—just subtle background moments that, if you blinked, you'd miss. You and George had been officially together for just over eight months, having been talking for just under a year. So, when you started spending more time at his flat, it was only a matter of time before your presence began to be noticed.

Example A: In George’s one-shot-every-minute Halloween video with all his friends, you could be spotted for a split second, helping Arthur Hill get a bowl of water for the apple-bobbing challenge.

Arthur stumbled into the kitchen, half-blind from his ghost-face mask, rustling around in the cupboards. You were sitting on the sofa in the living room, watching the five boys with amusement when George nodded toward Arthur, “Help him, will you?”

You laughed softly and got up to join him in the kitchen. Kneeling down, you grabbed a saucepan big enough for their heads and held it up just as the camera turned to you. “I’ve never been in this kitchen before. I don’t know where the bowls are,” arthur joked, in a terrible attempt at the Ghostface voice - one that was slowly slipping into a Donald Trump impression.

The boys laughed, and the camera panned back to them as you stood up, filled the saucepan with water, and dropped the apples in. You carried it over to the table for them, prompting a drunken ArthurTV to laugh, “What a great assistant you have, George!”

You flipped him off with a laugh before taking your seat back on the sofa.

Example B: At George, Chris, and Arthur’s annual New Year's party, the fans a new girl made a random appearance.

You had been featured in a few of Florence’s TikTok’s and Youtube videos over the years so that lead the fans away from assuming you were dating any of the boys. But being pictured near George? That was new. Still, it apparently wasn’t enough to make fans speculate anything.

You were sitting on the sofa, squashed between your boyfriend and the back of the couch, while a particularly drunk Chip sat next to you, yelling over the music.

“You two make a good-looking couple, you know?” he slurred, taking a long sip of his drink. You and George both laughed, “Like you’d have gorgeous kids. Nice hair and eyes.”

“Oi, Chip!” Isaac yelled grabbing his attention, pointing his phone at him, the flash blinding him.

The two boys burst into laughter, and Isaac posted the video to his TikTok without a second thought. He didn’t realize that in the background, you could be seen with your legs draped over George’s.

The fans brushed it off, too busy laughing at Chip’s antics to notice that George was clearly cozy with someone – a few of them saying it wasn’t even George in the background.

But when Liv and Sabina posted photos the next day and you appeared in them, fans started matching the tattoo on your wrist to the one in the Halloween video, some of them started to get a little suspicious.

Then George started streaming on Twitch and you both knew it would be harder to stay in your secret bubble. Still, you were okay with it.

The biggest giveaway of your presence in his life happened during one of George’s casual streams where he had no set plan - just chatting with the fans while scrolling through ‘Private Clarking,’ laughing at some of the ridiculous tweets people were posting.

“Anyone else think it’s weird he has a willy?” George read aloud from the chat, making you snort from the bed off-camera, “What the hell does that mean?”

You laughed louder at his confused, defensive tone, which made him smile and glance over at you. His eyes flicked back to the chat as it suddenly flooded with question marks about the mysterious laughter in the background. But George didn’t acknowledge it; he just kept scrolling through Twitter.

His eyes landed on a poorly photoshopped picture of him. He opened it full screen, let out a sigh, and spun in his chair to face you, pouting.

“You’re such a drama queen,” you muttered, teasing him, but loud enough for the chat to hear.

George froze, not expecting you to speak. His mouth opened in shock, blinking like he’d been hit. He quickly spun back around in his chair, shaking his head with a shy laugh, “Ignore that,” he mumbled, reaching to mute his mic immediately.

He walked over to you, pulled you to the edge of the bed, and you let out a surprised yelp before laughing at his stunned face, “They’re gonna go mental,” he muttered, referring to his chat.

You shrugged, “So?”

Instead of replying, George cupped your face in his hands, pulling you in for a sweet kiss before returning to his stream, red-cheeked and smiling like nothing had happened.

That’s when the fans finally started to catch on. Not completely, but the seeds had been planted.

The moment it all blew up came during a podcast episode. George and Max had shown up for a recording, and you were off-camera as usual, sitting with Calum, Andrew, and Maisie. The boys were deep into one of their random tangents while Calum tried his best to steer them in a more normal direction.

But Max was in top form as he leaned back in his chair, smirking, “So, George, important question, because I’ve been seeing it all over TikTok,” Max began, “Do you have a new flatmate?”

George blinked, confused, and you slapped your hand over your mouth to stifle your laughter, “What are you talking about?”

Max grinned, “You know, the mysterious giggling, the random arm that keeps popping in and out of videos. There’s some off-camera entity in your flat. So, either a new flatmate, or a ghost.”

George sputtered on his drink, laughing nervously, “We’re not doing this,” he mumbled, eyes darting off-camera toward you.

“Oh, so we are.”

And that’s when the fans started losing it.

Old clips from nearly a year ago – from both your socials - were being shared all over social media, edits popping up within hours of the podcast dropping.

Slow zooms on George’s reactions, dramatic music, and screenshots of every moment you were half-visible. Stan Twitter threads started mapping every single appearance you’d made, complete with timestamps, and even theories about who you were - some of which were surprisingly close to the truth.

You had officially been dubbed “The Mystery Girl” by fans, even though many of them already knew who you were and followed your channel.

But with the love came the hate. Some people started sending you hate and threats, even though they didn’t know who you were. You swore it didn’t bother you - but it definitely bothered George. He did everything in his power to protect you, even posting a long message on his story and a stream where he ranted for an hour defending you.

And, of course, then there were the theories. Some fans swore you were just friends, others thought it was a PR stunt to boost George’s subscriber count, which made him laugh and turn it into a running joke.

George never expected to do a ‘hard launch’ to be honest, he thought they were a bit cringe. But there he was, at 1 a.m., having just finished a stream, with you asleep beside him, one arm flopped across his chest, the other tucked under your cheek.

His mind was racing, replaying all the questions he’d dodged during the stream. Almost every question in his life had become “Who is George’s girlfriend?” And yet here you were, peacefully curled up next to him, blissfully unaware of the inner turmoil your boyfriend was experiencing.

He exhaled slowly, brushing his thumb across your knuckles.

He could just keep denying it - say you were just a friend, a flatmate, or claim Max was joking. But the fandom wasn’t buying it anymore. They had screenshots, edits, and the timeline down to a tee.

And you weren’t a secret he wanted to keep. He wanted to show you off, share moments of you on his social media, involve you in his videos. He wanted you more than anything.

He carefully reached over for his nightstand, making sure not to disturb you, and opened his phone, staring at his camera roll for a moment before tapping on his favorite photo of you.

It was from the recent ski trip to Lapland: you smiling at the camera while George leaned in, pressing a kiss to your cheek. It was his favorite photo from the whole trip, and he hadn’t been able to share it anywhere.

He posted it without hesitation, tagging you and adding a simple red heart emoji.

Then, in a panic, he tossed his phone across the bed, “What did you just do?” you mumbled, curling closer into him, your voice groggy from sleep.

He pulled you close, hiding his face in your hair, “Ruined my life.”

“Okay, but did you post the one where I look cute?”

He chuckled and pressed a kiss to your head. “Obviously.”

“Then I think you’ll survive.”

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[rougetv]

Drunk and Clingy

ArthurTV x fem!reader

SUMMARY: You have to go pick up your boyfriend, Arthur, after a drunk Halloween video with his friends

WARNINGS: swearing, smoking?, making out?

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The sound of her phone ringing pulls her attention away from whatever crappy horror film was playing on the TV screen, Chris’s name flashing across the screen. She sighs exasperatedly, knowing that the men on the other end of the phone are most likely hammered, having spent the evening filming a video called ‘one shot a minute for an hour’ for Halloween, which realistically can only mean her boyfriend and his friends are off their heads. She rolls her eyes as she picks up her phone, immediately hearing the sound of George’s laughter as when as screaming from Bach and Arthur.

“Hey, Chris” she greets him kindly through the phone, awaiting the alcohol-riddled response from the blonde hobbit, which of course she got.

“Y/n!” Chris’s slurred speech rings through the phone, and she has to bring the phone slightly away from her ear thanks to the sheer volume of a clearly drunk Chris. “Your boyfriend’s drunkkkk!”

A soft, breathy laugh leaves her lips as she shakes her head at the footballer’s childish tone, acting like he was snitching on his misbehaving friend.

“Need me to come pick him up?” as she speaks shes already getting out of hers and Arthur’s bed and throwing on a pair of joggers and the first hoodie she found – which turned out to be her boyfriend’s – knowing Chris was going to ask him to pick him up anyways. “I’ll be there in 10, Chris. You just try to keep him alive.”

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Her ring-clad fist tapped against the white wooden door of George, Arthur Hill, and Chris’s apartment, already hearing the chaos going on inside, even through the heavy door.

Seconds later the door swings open, a clumsy George, who was wearing a Santa costume for some reason, she wasn’t even sure she wanted to know, standing in front of her with a drunken smile plastered across his lips. “Y/n! Heyyyy!”

A small chuckle leaves her lips, finding the drunken men more amusing than anything else.

“Y’alright, Georgie?” she speaks through her soft giggles as George steps aside to let her into the modernly decorated apartment, stumbling slightly as he shuts the door with a soft click.

The first thing she sees is Bach, wearing a ‘junk mail’ costume – made up of a large envelope with a plastic dick on the other side of the clear plastic window – with he was slinging at a screaming Chris, who looked like he was a 15-year-old girl who had just come from netball practice, in a short skirt and his hoodie.

She turns to the only sober man next to her in a Ghostface costume, who she could only assume was Arthur Hill, with an amused, yet slightly scarred, smile on her lips as she speaks. “Do I even wanna know?”

 All she gets in return is a laugh and a shake of his head, clearly unbothered after living with two of these idiots for so long.

“BABY!”

She spins on her heels at the sudden yell, immediately recognizing her boyfriend’s sweet accent, a loving smile immediately forming on her lip oil coated lips as she takes in his disheveled appearance as he comes out of the bathroom at the end of the hall. There was a tall green hat clinging for dear life onto his head that matched the shitty pineapple costume over his normal clothes, his eyes were glazed over and unfocused thanks to the copious amounts of alcohol in his system, as well as the messy face paint that was literally all over him and stuck in his fluffy brunette hair.

“You think he washed his hands?” George’s voice mutters, probably louder than he meant to but she gave him the benefit of the doubt due to his drunken state. Soft sniggers come from behind her at his comment.

As soon as Arthur was within less than a foot of her, he practically launched himself at her, knocking her back a few steps, but Hill was quick to put a gloved hand on her back, so she wasn’t completely tackled by her teddy bear of a boyfriend.

“Whatcha doin here?” His words came out sloppy and slurred, but the dopey lovesick smile on his face made up for it big time, his eyes full of pure love and adoration for the woman in front of him. One of his large, calloused hands slid up to gently cup her jaw, soothingly rubbing his thumb against the bottom of her cheek.

“Came to pick up my incredibly drunk boyfriend, by the looks of it” She speaks through a small affectionate giggle, looking up at the tall brunette in front of her. Her eyes search his for a second, seeing a small flash of fatigue forming in his eyes, smiling sympathetically, she slips her hands down, intertwining his fingers with her own and attempting to pry his toned arms off her. “C’mon sweetheart. Let’s get you home.”

A surprised squeak slips past her lips as he tugs her close, rather than letting her go, refusing to detach himself from her, while the guys just drunkenly laugh at the way Arthur’s clinging to her like a baby koala.

“Nuh uh”

He shakes his head as he speaks, his lopsided smile only growing at the confusion in her eyes, a small chuckle rumbling from his chest, at nothing in particular, swaying side-to-side in his drunken state.

Eyes glued to the gorgeous woman in front of him – specifically her lips – he simply nods his head towards her, a stupid goofy grin on his face as he puckers his lips, silently asking for a kiss. And who was she to deny him that?

She shakes her head playfully at his intoxicated antics, raising herself up slightly on her tiptoes, given their height difference, and pressing a soft kiss to his lips, tasting the mix of apple cider and southern comfort on his tongue as he moves his lips against hers lovingly.

His body visibly relaxes as her lips meet his, savoring the taste of her strawberry lip oil and a faint hint of cigarettes, something he had come to associate with calmness and love. Muscles tensing as he tightens his grip around her waist, he pulls her impossibly close, swiping his tongue gently across her bottom lip, silently pleading for entrance in an attempt to deepen the kiss.

Thanks to said liquor, Arthur really couldn’t care less about the jokey gagging and feigned disgust from his drunk, single friends, too lost in the feeling of passionately kissing the woman he loves. But Y/n could.

Her manicured hands quickly land on his shoulders, reluctantly pushing away as she reminded his three drunken friends and their shitty ‘enforcer’ of the night are less than 2 feet away, swallowing hard as she takes a deep gulp of much needed oxygen.

The pineapple-clad brunette practically whines as he feels his girlfriend’s lips leave his, pushing his head towards her again, desperately trying to continue the make out, pouting like a child as she slowly pushes off him, not wanting to put a show of PDA on for a bunch of intoxicated idiots.

Another soft laugh slips from between her lips, which no longer have a neat layer of lip oil on and instead are slightly swollen and messy. She rolls her eyes playfully as she swipes her thumb just under her bottom lip, ridding of the smudged product, huffing out a sigh of mock annoyance.

“Come on, sweetheart. Time to go” She softens her voice as she speaks, her tone full of affection for her lovesick puppy of a boyfriend, who looked like he was about to beg for another kiss.

“Arthur, listen to your girlfriend, man. You’re hammered” Hill, being the only one of a sound mind, speaks up, bringing a hand down to pat Arthur’s shoulder reassuringly, smiling kindly at his namesake.

Letting out a huff on annoyance, he reluctantly detaches himself from his loving girlfriend, unwrapping his arms from her but immediately interlocking his hand with hers, needing to be touching her in any way possible at all times.

“Clingyyyy” Chris’s drunken, sing-song voice rings out, directing his comment at the dependent brunette, a loud laugh ripping from his throat as he speaks. “Like his 26th party all over again!”

Y/n can’t help but laugh along with the other guys as she recalls the night of Arthur’s 26th birthday party. That night he was in an absolute state after a few too many rounds of ‘alcohol roulette’ and ended up calling out for his girlfriend so loud that the party had come to a complete halt, only to find out she had only gone to the bathroom.

A grunt of annoyance comes from deep in Arthur’s throat, placing his hands on her hips, pressing his chest against her back and burying his face into the crook of her neck, clearly embarrassed by the memory, even though he’s more than aware of how clingy he gets when he’s had a few too many.

She laughs once more, shaking her head at Arthur and immediately grabbing his hands off her hips, knowing they’ll end up right back at square one if he attaches himself to her again.

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After bidding goodbye to each of the guys, with her clingy boyfriend attached to her in some way or another the whole time, she guides Arthur out of the cushy apartment building and into her car, smiling lovingly as he stares at her and mutters slurred compliments the entire way home.

Hand-in-hand, she leads him out of her car and through the stairs and hallways up to their shared flat, supporting the majority of his weight as he stumbled alongside her, mumbling incoherent nonsense in her ear as she unlocks their front door.

Her touch gentle and soft, she guides him through the apartment to their bedroom, ridding of him hoodie for him so he doesn’t overheat during the night and placing a cold glass of water on the nightstand on his side of the bed, before his intoxicated whiny voice breaks the comfortable silence between them.

“Lovey…?”

Her eyes immediately flick over to meet his, from her spot by the tall wardrobe, where she had been changing into one of his shirts, which she uses every night as makeshift pyjamas, finding comfort in wearing his clothes rather than her own. “What is it, baby?”

All she gets in return is another small whine and his sleeper build arms reaching out from beneath the plush duvet, balling up and unbaling his fists as he makes grabby hands as her, earning a soft laugh from her as she clambers into bed with him, slipping under the duvet and making herself comfortable as he clings onto her again.

He tugs her towards him, lying them both on their sides and nuzzling his face into her chest and breathing out a content sigh as he wraps his arms tightly around her, not planning on letting go of her any time soon. Having the woman he loves wrapped in his arms and the soothing feeling of her slender manicured fingers toying with the short hairs at the nape of his neck makes his eyes immediately flutter shut, unable to stop a glimmer of a smile on his lips as he falls asleep.

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I’m so in love with this man its crazy

also I have no clue if smoking is a warning or not so sorry that I didn’t write that in my ArthurTV and ItalianBach fic xx

[deejayrockz]

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.

[w2soneshots]

This is the kinda night out I wanna be on🙂‍↕️🙌🏼💓

[whereforarthur]

You’re The Only Man I Want to Kiss

Request: hello!! i saw you were taking requests and im just wondering if you’re able to write an Italian Bach fic, were him and the reader are together and they make a youtube videos on his channel and they’re like reacting to some video? like could you place the character into one of his videos???

Pairing: ItalianBach x gf!reader

Rating: PG-13

Category: Fluff with some light smut

Word Count: 2.2k

*****

Hard to sit here and be close to you, and not kiss you.

- F. Scott Fitzgerald

One evening, after a particularly successful day of filming, y/n and Isaac decide to react to "Women Rank Men by Kissing." The video was a montage of women giving their honest opinions on men's kissing abilities, which ranged from toe-curling passion to awkward pecks. Isaac looked at Y/N with a mischievous twinkle in his eye, suggesting they should make their own reaction to the video, having already made several similar videos, he finally wanted to feel a reaction with his girlfriend.

Y/N was a bit hesitant at first, but the more they discussed it, the more she warmed up to the idea. They set up the camera and hit record, their laughter echoing through the room as they watched the first few clips. As they reacted to each kiss, they couldn't help but lean into each other, their own connection growing stronger with every shared giggle and eye roll. The tension in the air grew thicker as they reached the part of the video where the women began to praise the men's skills, and Y/N couldn't help but blush at the thought of what they might say about Isaac's own kisses.

One particularly awkward kiss had them both cringing, their hands shooting up to cover their faces. "Oh my gosh, what even was that?" Y/N exclaimed, peeking through her fingers. Isaac chuckled, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "I promise you, I've never kissed anyone like that," he reassured her, gently placing a hand on her arm. The next kiss was even worse, a sloppy mess that had them both writhing in their seats. "Ew, no, no, no," they both said in unison, shaking their heads vigorously. Their bond grew stronger as they shared in the embarrassment and second-hand awkwardness of the strangers on the screen.

The room filled with their laughter as they watched the reactions of the women, who were equally appalled by some of the kisses. It was like they were in a club of shared experience, nodding along with the strangers' pained expressions. "How do people even do that?" Y/N whispered to him, her eyes wide with disbelief. Isaac just shrugged, smiling warmly. "Some people are just… special," he replied, his voice thick with sarcasm. They continued to watch, their shoulders touching, their knees bumping together under the table.

As the montage went on, the kisses began to improve, and their reactions grew more playful. Y/N leaned in closer to the screen, scrutinizing each one, while Isaac playfully poked fun at the overly dramatic ones. "Look at that guy," he said, pointing at a man who was practically devouring his partner's face. "I bet he thinks he's in a romance novel." Y/N giggled, slapping his hand away. "At least he's enthusiastic," she quipped back. The tension between them had shifted from awkwardness to something more electric, their teasing banter charged with a hint of flirtation.

Isaac took advantage of the moment, leaning in closer to whisper in her ear, "I bet you're wondering if I'd rank high in this video, aren't you?" His teasing tone sent a shiver down her spine, and she playfully swatted his arm, trying to hide her smile. He knew just how to get under her skin, and it was part of the reason she loved him so much. She shot him a playful glare, her heart racing with anticipation and a hint of nervousness.

They watched as the women on screen gushed over one particularly steamy kiss, and Isaac couldn't resist the urge to lean in and press a gentle kiss to her cheek. "How was that?" he asked, a smirk playing on his lips. Y/N rolled her eyes, feigning indifference, but her cheeks betrayed her. She felt the heat spread across her face as she replied, "It'll do, I guess."

Their banter continued, each trying to one-up the other with their sarcastic comments and exaggerated facial expressions. The room was filled with the comforting sounds of their laughter and the occasional clinking of their glasses as they took sips of their drinks, the perfect pairing for a light-hearted evening in. As they delved deeper into the video, the kisses grew more intense, and so did their teasing.

The video took a turn when a particularly passionate kiss came on screen. The woman's eyes fluttered shut, and the man's hand was tenderly cradling her cheek. It was clear from their expressions that this was not just a peck for the camera, but something real and intimate. Y/N's cheeks grew rosy as she watched, and she felt Isaac's gaze on her. She looked over to find him staring at her, his eyes dark and intense. Without breaking eye contact, he leaned in and kissed her, mimicking the tender moment they had just seen. The kiss was soft and lingering, a stark contrast to the ones they had been mocking.

"Look at that," Isaac said, pointing at the screen with mock seriousness. "That guy's got nothing on me." Y/N couldn't help but laugh, knowing that he was just trying to get a rise out of her. She took a sip of her drink, her eyes never leaving his as she responded, "Mm, maybe you're right. But you'll have to remind me later." Her voice was light and playful, but the underlying flirtation was clear.

Isaac leaned back in his chair, his eyes never leaving hers as he took a deep breath. "Alright, I'll take that as a challenge," he said, setting his glass down with a thud. "We'll have to do some… research after this, make sure I'm up to par."

Y/N raised an eyebrow, playing along with his game. "Oh, really?" she quipped. "Well, I suppose someone has to keep you in check."

Isaac chuckled, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Someone has to, otherwise, I might just become unbearable." He leaned in closer, his breath warm against her skin as he whispered, "But you love me that way, don't you?"

Y/N couldn't help but laugh, feeling the heat of his proximity. "Unbearable is your middle name," she replied, her voice barely above a murmur. Their eyes locked, and for a moment, the laughter in the room faded away, replaced by a silent understanding that spoke louder than any words could.

They both knew where this was heading, and the excitement grew. They turned their attention back to the video, but it was clear that their hearts weren't fully in it anymore. With a dramatic sigh, Isaac leaned into the camera and addressed his viewers, "Alright, bachlings, we're taking a quick break from our scholarly analysis of the art of kissing. We've got some… personal research to conduct." He winked, and Y/N's cheeks burned even hotter.

The screen went black for a moment before flickering back to life. Isaac cleared his throat, a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "We're back," he announced, his voice a little deeper than before. Y/N sat next to him, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Before we dive back in, I just wanted to apologize to all the single folks out there," he began, "For flaunting our love so shamelessly."

Y/N playfully elbowed him in the ribs. "Don't you dare," she whispered, her voice low enough that the camera wouldn't pick it up.

Isaac's smile grew wider, and he took her hand in his. "But, my love," he said, his voice dripping with faux innocence, "We can't keep our adoring fans in the dark. They need to know what true bachelor perfection looks like."

Y/N rolled her eyes, but the blush on her cheeks deepened. "Fine," she conceded, her voice a mix of amusement and affection. "But only because you're irresistible."

Isaac leaned in closer, his gaze locking onto hers, his thumb tracing circles on the back of her hand. "I'm sorry, bachlings," he said, his voice smoother than the wine they'd been sipping. "But true love knows no bounds, and we just couldn't resist the urge to… compare notes."

Y/N couldn't hold back her giggles any longer, the tension between them breaking like a dam. "You're terrible," she said, her eyes sparkling with mirth.

Isaac leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. "But you love me anyway." He paused, his eyes searching hers. "Don't you?"

Y/N couldn't help but smile at his antics. "Always," she murmured, her heart fluttering in her chest. They shared a soft, lingering kiss, the kind that made the rest of the world fade away. The camera captured it all, the intimacy of the moment unfiltered and raw.

When they finally pulled away, their eyes remained locked, the love between them palpable. "Well, I think we've found our new favorite video genre," Isaac said, his voice thick with emotion. Y/N nodded, her cheeks still flushed from their shared moment.

They decided to keep the camera rolling, their authenticity being a key component of their channel's charm. They turned their focus back to the screen, watching as the women continued to rank the kisses. Each time a particularly passionate kiss played, they'd exchange glances, the unspoken challenge hanging in the air. They laughed and joked, but there was an underlying current of something more profound, something that only they understood.

As the video progressed, the kisses grew more sensual, and their playful banter evolved into gentle touches and lingering gazes. Y/N leaned into Isaac's side, her head resting on his shoulder as they watched, their bodies fitting together like puzzle pieces. It was a dance they had perfected over time, a silent conversation that needed no words.

The final kiss played on the screen, and the women on the video erupted into a chorus of approval. Y/N looked up at Isaac, her eyes filled with a mischievous glint. "Alright," she said, her voice barely above a whisper, "Your turn to be judged."

Isaac grinned, leaning in for a kiss that was anything but a mere peck. It was a kiss that spoke of love and desire, a kiss that held all the promise of a thousand more. The camera kept rolling, capturing the intimate moment, but they were too lost in each other to care.

When they finally broke away, they were both breathless, their eyes shining with excitement. "Well," Y/N said, her voice a little shaky, "I think we've set the bar pretty high."

Isaac nodded, his hand still resting on her cheek. "We've got to end this before it gets too steamy for our innocent audience." He leaned back in his chair, and with a dramatic flourish, wiped his brow. "Phew, that was intense."

Y/N giggled, her eyes sparkling. "You know they're going to love this," she said, a knowing smile playing on her lips.

Isaac nodded, his own smile mirroring hers. "Let's wrap this up before we get carried away," he suggested, his voice a low murmur. He reached for the camera, his thumb hovering over the stop button. "Thank you all for tuning in," he began, his tone playfully formal, "We hope you enjoyed our… thorough analysis of the art of kissing. Remember, folks, practice makes perfect."

Y/N giggled, her cheeks still flushed from their private interlude. "We'll see you all next time," she chimed in, her voice light and airy. "And don't forget to hit that subscribe button if you want more exclusive content like this."

Isaac gave the camera one last charming smile before hitting the stop button. The red light faded to black, and the room was filled with the sudden silence of their reality, no longer amplified by the digital world. He turned to Y/N, his eyes searching hers. "How was that?" he asked, his voice now devoid of the playful bravado he'd had moments ago.

Y/N's smile was soft, her eyes filled with warmth. "Perfect," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. She leaned in, her hand reaching up to cup his cheek, and they shared another kiss, this one slower, more tender than the last. It was a promise, a secret shared only between them.

When they pulled away, the energy in the room had shifted. The playful banter was gone, replaced by a simmering tension that was undeniable. "I think we should save the rest of our… research for later," she suggested, her voice a sultry purr.

Isaac nodded, his eyes dark with desire. "Mm, I like the way you think," he murmured, tracing his thumb along her jawline. They both knew that the chemistry they shared on camera was only a fraction of what they had in private. The thought of exploring that connection further sent a thrill down his spine.

They turned off the lights, leaving only the soft glow of the computer screen to illuminate the room. The air was thick with desire, and their eyes were locked on each other as they moved closer, the anticipation building with every shared breath. The playfulness of their earlier banter had evolved into something much more intimate, a dance of passion that only the two of them knew the steps to.

[whisperturnedecho]

Arthurtv & Arthur Hill ❤️❤️❤️

From: We Got Drunk in the UK's Most Boring Town (Platform Roulette) @ Arthur Hill's channel

[yxtubers]

𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐬

isaac smith x reader (fluff)

summary: you’re struggling with your period pains and mood swings, but luckily isaac has just the surprise for you

warnings: none

requested?: no

> > >

Most people claim that the first day of their period was the worst.

For you, it was the second day. You had woken up in such immense pain and discomfort that you had almost cancelled on your boyfriend, not wanting to go to his house and annoy him with your cramping and complaining.

He had assured you that he, of course, wouldn’t mind taking care of you - he just wanted to see you. After he had told you he already prepared some necessities for you, like painkillers and a hot water bottle, you finally agreed.

It’s not exactly like he hasn’t seen you like this before. Yet each time you felt a little guilty, not wanting to bring the joy of the day down with your moping and iffy moods.

After parking the car, you groggily trailed to the front door, slippers dragging behind you as you rang the bell. Almost immediately opening it, Isaac pulled you in for a gentle hug.

Melting into him, you wrapped your arms around him, inhaling his scent. You felt 10 times better now that you were with him. Thank God you didn’t end up canceling today.

“How you feeling?” he asked quietly, his arms pulling you into the house with him.

You simply groaned in response and clutched onto his black shirt tighter, burying your face into it. Chuckling at your reply, he rubbed your back, trying to soothe your muscles and bring you some comfort. On days like this, he knew you didn’t like to do much - mostly just sit huddled up on his bed and watch a movie.

That was exactly what he had prepared.

Snacks were littered across his bed, with a cup of tea on the nightstand and some medicine. As he lead you into his room by the hand, he tried to gauge your reaction. Seeing the big grin on your face, he knew he had done something right.

“You didn’t have to - thank you,” you said, standing on your toes to place a kiss on his cheek. “You’re the best.”

“Don’t thank me yet. I have something else.”

You furrowed your brows as you plopped onto the bed, getting comfy under the covers. Isaac seemed to be rummaging around the room, looking for something. He suddenly stood with a white bag in his hand.

Handing it out to you, he crawled under the covers too, waiting for you to open it.

It wasn’t uncommon for you guys to gift each other small things, but this seemed larger than most of your little souvenirs. Pulling the box out of the bag, you peered at the plain packaging. What could it possibly be?

Upon opening the present, your eyes almost immediately watered. It was a teddy that you had been eyeing for weeks. You had seen it online once, and Isaac must have noticed it whilst you were scrolling through your phone.

The teddy had a rosy blush dusted across its cheeks, and you picked it up slowly.

“Are you serious?” you asked, your voice quivering from emotion. It was embarrassing that you were crying over this, but your hormones were all over the place currently.

“Yeah. I knew you wanted it, so I went and found it online,” he smiled, bringing his arm around your shoulder to hug you to his chest. “And look, he even has a little costume.”

In one swift motion, your boyfriend pulled a green dinosaur hoodie from the box and held it up to you. “Let’s put it on, yeah?”

You simply nodded as a stray tear fell down your face. The situation was so sweet to you, and you couldn’t help the little droplets of water from falling.

As you dressed your new bear together, you zipped up its dino jumper at last. Hugging it to your side, you collapsed into Isaac’s arms, squeezing him to you as you thanked him over and over again.

“I already feel so much better,” you said as you pulled back, eyeing your new bear.

Leave it to your boyfriend to always know how to cheer you up.

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©𝐲𝐱𝐭𝐮𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐬

[chrrymlks]

please could you do one for Italian oh where r has a really bad period and (ignoring his jokes) he is really soft and helps her? just pure fluff xx

୨୧﹕ soft comfort .ᐟ oneshot

pairing ; italian bach x fem!reader contains ; fluff fluff fluff a/n ; been a while since i’ve wrote for bach but he’s one of my favs soooo summary ; despite his stupid jokes, your boyfriend takes care of you.

You groan, curling up tighter under the blanket, pressing a heating pad against your stomach in a desperate attempt to soothe the relentless cramps, and frankly, you’re over it.

Isaac strolls into the room, holding a bag of crisps and looking far too relaxed for your liking. He plops down beside you and nudges your leg with his knee.

“Ah, yes,” he says dramatically, “the monthly apocalypse has begun. Should I prepare for battle?”

You glare at him, too exhausted to form a witty response. He grins, unfazed.

“I mean, honestly, babe, at this point, I should just invest in a suit of armor. Don’t worry, I’ll fight off the demons-”

“Isaac,” you say, your voice flat, cutting him off.

His teasing smirk falters when he finally looks at you. Your face is pale, your brows furrowed in discomfort. You’re clutching your stomach like it might betray you at any moment. His joking demeanor vanishes in an instant.

“Wait… are you actually in pain?” His voice softens as he leans closer.

You give a weak nod, and he curses under his breath. Without hesitation, he tosses the crisps aside and shifts so he’s lying beside you, carefully wrapping his arms around you. His warmth is immediate, and the steady rise and fall of his breathing is oddly soothing.

“Why didn’t you tell me it was this bad?” he murmurs, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple.

“You were too busy preparing for battle,” you mumble, letting your head rest against his chest.

He lets out a guilty sigh, rubbing small, soothing circles on your back. “I’m an idiot. A dumb, insensitive idiot. I revoke all period jokes effective immediately.”

You let out a tiny, tired laugh. “I’ll believe it when I see it.”

He chuckles but stays true to his word, focusing entirely on making you comfortable. He adjusts the heating pad so it sits snugly against you, then pulls the blanket higher around your shoulders. One of his hands finds yours, lacing his fingers with yours as he presses a kiss against the back of your hand.

“I’ll be right back,” he promises before slipping out of bed. You hear him rummaging through the kitchen, and when he returns, he has a cup of tea, your favorite snacks, and even a fluffy pair of socks.

“For warmth,” he says, slipping them onto your feet with exaggerated care. “Because your toes deserve comfort too.”

You roll your eyes, but your heart swells at how gentle he is. He tucks you back into his arms, letting you nestle into his warmth.

“I’m sorry for joking,” he whispers, before going back to his usual jokes. “Ugh! Women have it so hard. If I could fight your uterus for you, I would.”

You snort. “You’d lose.”

“Okay, true. But I’d try.”

Smiling, you close your eyes, finally feeling some relief - not just from the warmth and comfort but from knowing that, despite his terrible jokes, Isaac is always there when it matters most.

Isaac presses another kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering there for a moment before he pulls back just enough to watch your face. His hand moves in slow, comforting circles on your back, and the steady rhythm of his breathing against you makes it easier to relax.

“You wanna watch something?” he asks softly. “Something distracting? We could put on that dumb rom-com you like - no complaints from me this time. Full boyfriend duties activated.”

You hum, tilting your head to look up at him. “No complaints? You’re not going to spend the whole movie pointing out plot holes and unrealistic declarations of love?”

He smirks. “I mean, I was planning on it, but given the current circumstances, I’ll hold my tongue. For now.”

You let out a small laugh, which quickly turns into a wince as another cramp rolls through your stomach. Isaac immediately tightens his arms around you, his expression shifting back to concern.

“Okay, new plan,” he says. “No movie yet. Just you, me, and Operation Make You Feel Better.”

You raise an eyebrow. “And what exactly does that entail?”

“Well,” he starts, looking thoughtful, “we’ve already done the heating pad and the cozy socks, so next on the list is snacks.” He reaches over to grab the stash he brought earlier and waves a chocolate bar in front of you like it’s a prize. “Sweet or salty? I brought both because I’m, like, the best boyfriend ever.”

“You are the best,” you admit, taking the chocolate from him and unwrapping it slowly. “And I will definitely hold this over your head next time you annoy me.”

“As you should,” he agrees, looking smug.

You take a bite, letting the sweetness melt on your tongue, and sigh in contentment. Isaac watches you with a soft smile before shifting so he’s lying on his back, pulling you onto his chest. His fingers trail up and down your arm absentmindedly, and you feel yourself getting drowsy.

“Hey, babe?” he murmurs after a moment.

“Hmm?”

“Does it help at all? Me being here?”

You blink sleepily, touched by the hesitation in his voice - like he’s genuinely worried he’s not doing enough. You nuzzle closer, tightening your arms around him.

“It helps a lot,” you whisper. “You always make things better.”

Isaac lets out a slow breath, pressing another kiss to your hair. “Good,” he murmurs. “Because I’d do anything to make you feel better.”

You smile against his chest, the warmth of his words settling over you like a second blanket. The pain is still there, but it feels a little more bearable now, wrapped up in his arms, listening to the steady beat of his heart.

[flwr-stella]

Supporting their boys (Clarke and Dixon)

Find a cuter friend group I dare you.

[bethorwhateverr]

kicking my feet and giggling

they’re so cute

[insomniac4000]

Have I missed a video here?

[clarkeysbedchem]

streams

george clarke x fem reader

summary: coming home from work and finding your boyfriend drunk on stream

masterlist | main masterlist

Your entire day had just been one bad thing after another.

First, you woke up late. Then, there was major traffic on the way to the office, which made you even later. To make matters worse, someone spilled their coffee on your shirt right before an important meeting to land a deal for your business. And to top it all off, you finished work two hours late, causing you to miss your dinner reservation with Sabina, Liv, and Flo.

All you wanted to do was go home and go to bed - but that dream went out the window when, during your final meeting of the day, you got a notification that your boyfriend was streaming.

On the way home, you sat in the back of your uber scrolling twitter and George was drunk on stream - perfect.

You let the front door of the flat slam shut as you kicked off your shoes and shrugged off your jacket, dropping your bag beside them. From the hallway, you could hear your boyfriend’s boisterous laughter, and while part of you melted at the sound, another part wanted to slam your head against a wall.

“Someone’s home.” You heard him say to the stream as you walked closer to his room, “I hope it’s y/n.”

A soft smile spread across your lips, and all the annoyance you’d felt moments before quickly slipped away. You knocked gently on his door before opening it. “Hi, honey,” you said softly.

An excited gasp escaped his lips as he pulled down his green screen, revealing you to the stream. “Look, chat - it’s Y/N,” he said, opening his arms for you.

You did a little twirl as he let out a playful wolf whistle, then walked over and crouched beside him to peek at the chat. “Hi, everyone!” you greeted with a smile. “How drunk is he?”

The chat flew up as you tried to read it, “Very?”

You nodded pursing your lips standing back up as your knees clicked, “You need to get another chair.”

“I have one right here, baby,” he smirked, pointing to his face. You gasped in embarrassment and gently smacked his chest. “I’m joking, I’m joking,” he laughed.

His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you onto his lap as he continued reading the chat, giggling to himself while you hid your red face in your hands.

“Chat, I think it’s time to say goodbye so I can spend time with m’lady.”

You could hear the smirk in his tone making you grumble sinking back into his chest, “I shall see you all tomorrow.”

“Bye chat.” You mumbled, waving at the camera as George ended the stream, “That was so inappropriate.”

You stood up from George's lap and walked over to his wardrobe while he fiddled with his computer, making sure everything was shut down properly. “It was a joke,” he slurred, stumbling over to you as you slipped off your pencil skirt and shirt, replacing them with one of George’s hoodies.

“You’re drunk.”

"So?" He shrugged, leaning against the wall as you glared up at him. "You're mad?" His goofy, drunken state seemed to fade instantly when he noticed the tears glistening at your waterline, causing him to pout with guilt.

You huffed, moving away from him and over to the bed, letting your shoulders slump. "No," you muttered, dropping your head as you ran your hands through your hair. "I’m not mad at you. I’m sorry."

George shook his head. "You don’t need to apologize, honey."

The bed dipped next to you as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder, pulling you into his side. "What’s wrong?"

"I’ve had such a crappy day, and all I wanted to do was come home and sleep. And obviously, it’s not your fault - you’re just doing your job. I’m just exhausted, and I haven’t eaten a proper meal all day."

An overwhelmed cry escaped your lips as you clung to your intoxicated boyfriend, who was gently smoothing your hair. "I’m sorry, sweetheart," he whispered, kissing the top of your head.

You sat up, wiping away your tears with a sniffle.

“s’not your fault.”

As you looked up at your boyfriend, you couldn’t help but giggle, making his eyebrows furrow. "What’s so funny?"

“You look ridiculous.” you laughed, pulling on the fishing hat on the top of his head and the camouflage jacket he was wearing, “Why are you even wearing this?”

He giggled, pulling the hat off and tossing it aside, "Oh, y’know, just streamer things," he joked, holding up a rock 'n' roll sign and sticking his tongue out like a idiot.

Another laugh escaped your lips as you tugged the jacket off, revealing his parody ‘pitchside’ football shirt underneath. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes, "For fuck’s sake," you laughed again, shaking your head. "Can we just go to bed, please?”

George grinned widely, clearly proud of his absurd outfit, but then his expression softened. He kissed your forehead quickly, a tender gesture amid the silliness. "Anything for you," he murmured, before pulling off his shirt and sweats.

Without a second thought, he climbed into bed, wrapping his arms around you. "Let’s just forget today ever happened."

You settled into his embrace, feeling the weight of the day finally lift as you closed your eyes. "Agreed," you whispered, already feeling the warmth of sleep pulling you in.

taglist: @whisperturnedecho @graceln4 @dopeysunflowers @super-gay-for-u @bethorwhateverr @livvymd @lilyyxoii @roc-haze

[rougetv]

The Look of Love Pt.2

George Clarkey x fem!reader

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

WARNING: a bit steamy, swearing

(anonymous request)

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“Come in!”

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

“Actually, I came to talk to you.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Have you seen the comments?”

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

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

Maybe she was wrong.

Maybe he liked her back.

Maybe… oh fuck it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I love you.”

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

“You don’t have to say it ba-“

“I love you too, Y/n”

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

@misplacedxeggos

@pretendyoucantseeme

[ge0rge15]

they both look great, then there’s arthur..

[w2soneshots]

The boys in the snow!🌨️🫶🏼✨

[whereforarthur]

Ménage à trois (Part 2)

Pairing: ItalianBach x Gf!reader x ArthurTv

Summary: Having had a threesome the night before leads to an interesting and revealing podcast episode, leading their friends to question what truly happened?

Word Count: 4.4k

Rating: PG-13

Category: Fluff with implied smut and teasing

*****

“A love triangle is a threesome delayed.” ― Mokokoma Mokhonoana

The next day, you found yourself in the podcast studio with Isaac and Arthur, the memory of the night before playing like a sexy highlight reel in your mind. You couldn't help but blush as you thought about the things you'd done, the things you'd let them do to you. The tension between you was palpable, an invisible thread of desire that no one else could see.

Isaac leaned into the microphone, his voice smooth and professional. "Welcome back to 'The Bach and Arthur Podcast', today we dive into the wild world of fanfiction, smut and imagines that will make you scream minus the s." He glanced at you with a knowing smile, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "We've stumbled upon some… interesting fanfics, to say the least."

Your cheeks flushed at his not-so-subtle nod to last night's escapades. Arthur, rolled his eyes but couldn't hide the smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Interesting indeed," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down your spine.

You felt a thrill run through you, knowing what that really meant.

You couldn't help but laugh nervously, the tension in your chest unbearable. "You guys really read all the ones I found?" you asked, trying to keep your voice steady. Arthur's hand found yours under the table, giving it a comforting squeeze.

"Well, not all of them," Isaac admitted with a chuckle. "But enough to get an idea." His eyes twinkled with mischief as he leaned closer to the microphone. "And let me tell you, some of those writers have wild imaginations."

Arthur coughed, his cheeks flushing a deep red. "I, uh, didn't read all of them," he said, averting his gaze. "Some of them were…pretty intense."

You leaned over, whispering in his ear, "Don't be shy, Arthur. They were all about you."

Arthur's grip on your hand tightened, his eyes darting around the room as if searching for an escape. "I know," he murmured back, his voice barely audible. "It's just…it's a lot to take in."

Isaac’s laughter was low and knowing, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "You're telling me," he said, his voice filled with a teasing lilt. "Some of those scenarios were…inventive, to say the least." He cleared his throat, his gaze shifting back to the microphone. "But hey, if it gets the fans excited, I'm all for it."

Arthur shot Isaac a look that was half embarrassed, half annoyed, but the corner of his mouth twitched upward in a reluctant smile. "Guys," he started, his voice thick with good-natured protest, "you're making it sound like we're some kind of…"

"Smut kings?" Isaac supplied, his voice filled with a low chuckle. "Well, I suppose we are, in a way." He leaned closer to the microphone, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "But let's be honest, we couldn't do it without the imagination of our wonderful fans. So, to all of you who've written those steamy stories about us, we just want to say…" He paused for dramatic effect, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Thank you."

"We really do appreciate it," you added, trying to keep your voice light and breezy despite the heat that was still simmering in your core.

Isaac leaned back in his chair, his gaze lingering on you for a moment too long. "Yes, especially when it leads to…let's call them 'inspired' nights." He winked at you, and you felt your heart skip a beat.

Isaac leaned back in his chair, his expression thoughtful. "You know, we should thank you for finding those fanfics," he said, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down your spine. "They really got our creative juices flowing, if you know what I mean."

Arthur's blush deepened, his eyes flicking to yours before darting away again. You felt a warmth spread through your chest, knowing that the reality was far better than any fanfic could ever capture.

You couldn't help but smile at the memory, the heat from last night's tryst still lingering in the air between you. "Well, I'm always happy to do my part for the podcast," you replied, your voice a soft purr. "And for our dedicated fanbase."

Isaac leaned over, kissing you softly on the cheek, his hand sliding up to tangle in your hair. "You're incredible."

You felt a warmth spread through you at his words, a sense of pride that you'd been able to push past your own boundaries and give into your desires. "Thank you," you murmured, looking up at him with a shy smile. "It was… an experience I'll never forget."

Isaac, ever the tease, leaned back in his chair, his eyes dancing with amusement. "So, which ones are we going to talk about today?" He looked at you expectantly, his voice dropping a notch. "I'm sure our dear audience is dying to know."

You bit your lip, trying to keep the smirk from your face as you handed him a printed stack of papers. "Why don't you start with 'Submissive ArthurTv Smut'?" you suggested, your voice a low purr.

Isaac's eyes lit up with excitement as he scanned the title. He cleared his throat dramatically before beginning to read, "Arthur looked so gone with each bounce, his chest rising and falling so dramatically with each breath, his eyes half lidded and completely dumbified, the way his lips twitched slightly as though he needed to say something but couldn't between all his high whimpers and moans which had you racing towards your climax."

Arthur's cheeks turned a shade of red that could only be rivaled by a ripe tomato. His eyes remained glued to his lap, his free hand fidgeting with the edge of his shirt. You could almost feel the heat radiating off of him, his embarrassment palpable. But it was the memory of those whimpers, those desperate, needy sounds that you had coaxed from him the night before, that had you squirming in your seat.

"And in this one," Isaac continued, his voice thick with amusement, "Arthur is being…shall we say, quite vocal." He cleared his throat again, his eyes gleaming as he read, "Arthur's cries grew louder, his voice hoarse from begging, his body shaking uncontrollably."

"Okay, okay," Arthur interrupted, his voice a little too high-pitched. "I think we've had enough of that one." He coughed, trying to regain his composure. "Let's, uh, let's move on."

Isaac chuckled, setting the paper aside with a smirk. "Alright, Arthur, don't get too shy on us."

You couldn't help but giggle, the absurdity of the situation hitting you all over again. Here you were, in a podcast studio, talking about fanfics that had gotten you so hot and bothered that you'd ended up in a threesome with your boyfriend and his best friend. You glanced at Arthur, who was still blushing furiously, and gave his hand a squeeze.

*****

"Alright, alright," you said, shuffling through the papers. "Let's go with 'The Unexpected Threesome'." Arthur's eyes shot up to meet yours, a silent plea for mercy. But you just smirked, knowing how much he enjoyed the real thing.

Isaac leaned in, his voice taking on a dramatic tone as he began to read. "Arthur and I were just hanging out, watching TV, when suddenly…" He paused for effect, letting the anticipation build. "You walked in wearing nothing but a silk robe that barely covered your gorgeous body."

You felt your heart race as he recounted the fictional version of last night's events. The room seemed to get hotter with every word, and you had to resist the urge to fan yourself with the papers. Arthur's hand inching towards yours, was now trembling slightly, and you knew he was fighting the same battle as you were.

"And before we knew it," Isaac went on, his eyes never leaving the page, "we were all tangled up in the sheets, exploring each other's bodies like it was the last night on Earth."

The words hung in the air, thick with innuendo and unspoken truth. The room felt smaller, the air charged with the electricity of the shared secret. You couldn't help but remember the feel of Arthur's hands on your skin, his breath hot against your neck as he whispered dirty things in your ear. You glanced at Arthur, who was now staring at the table with a pained expression, his thumb rubbing circles on the back of his hand.

"So, what happens next?" you asked, your voice a little too eager. You knew you were pushing it, but the thrill of being so close to the edge was intoxicating. "In the fanfic," you clarified, your own voice a little raspy. "What happens next in the fanfic?"

Isaac looked up from the page, his eyes dark with desire. "Well, it seems our dear Arthur is quite the eager participant in this little tale."

Arthur's eyes snapped up to meet yours, a silent question in his gaze. You gave him a mischievous smile, enjoying the way he squirmed under the spotlight.

Isaac raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying the discomfort he'd caused Arthur. "Ah, yes," he said, looking back down at the paper. "Arthur seems to have some…special talents with his tongue."

You felt a blush creep up your neck as you remembered all too fondly Arthur's skilled mouth on your body, the way he'd worshipped you with such passion and need. The memory was so vivid it was almost as if you could feel the sensations all over again. You swallowed hard, trying to focus on the podcast instead of the ache building between your legs.

"And it gets even better," Isaac read on, his voice a low growl. "The author really has a knack for detail." His eyes slid over to Arthur, who was now sweating slightly, his discomfort clear. You couldn't resist the urge to lean over and whisper in his ear, "Remember how good it felt when you did that?"

Arthur's eyes snapped to yours, a mix of surprise and arousal in their depths. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?" he murmured back, his voice tight. You just grinned and nodded, your pulse racing.

Isaac, ever the showman, picked up on the shift in the room's atmosphere and leaned back in his chair, watching the two of you with an amused smirk. "Looks like we've hit a nerve," he said, his voice a little too knowing. "Or should I say, a particularly sensitive spot?"

You couldn't help but remember that exact spot all too fondly, the way Arthur had touched you so tenderly yet with such insatiable hunger. The way his tongue had danced around your clit, teasing and coaxing until you'd shattered under his ministrations. You felt your cheeks heat up and a little tremor run through your body at the memory.

The podcast conversation flowed around the fanfics, discussing plotlines and characterizations, but all you could think about was the way Isaac's cock had felt sliding into you, the sound of Arthur's grunts of pleasure as he took you from behind. You had to bite your lip to keep from smiling too broadly, your mind replaying the vivid images like a private porn reel.

As the podcast episode drew to a close, Isaac leaned back in his chair, a smug smile playing on his lips. "Well, folks, that's all the time we have for today," he announced, his hand giving your thigh a squeeze beneath the table. "But don't worry, we've got plenty more to talk about in the future."

Arthur nodded, his own expression a mix of amusement and satisfaction. "Thanks for tuning in," he added, his eyes never leaving yours. "And remember, if you've got any fanfics you think we should read, hit us up on social media."

You took a deep breath, trying to ignore the throbbing between your legs. "Thank you, everyone," you managed to say, your voice surprisingly steady. "We love reading them almost as much as you love writing them."

With that, Isaac hit the button to end the podcast, the sudden silence in the booth feeling deafening. Arthur visibly relaxed, letting out a shaky sigh as he leaned back in his chair. You couldn't help but let out a small laugh at his relief.

"You two are going to be the death of me," Arthur murmured, his voice still a little hoarse. He playfully swiped at you with his free hand, the tension between you three now a living, breathing entity in the room.

"Is that a challenge?" you asked, your own voice teasing as you leaned back in your chair. You could feel the thrill of the secret, the excitement of the shared experience, and the anticipation of what might come next.

Isaac chuckled, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Oh, it's definitely a challenge," he said, his gaze flicking between you and Arthur. "But one I'm sure we're all more than up for." Isaac leaned back in his chair, his gaze intense. "So," he said, his voice a low growl that had your stomach flipping. "Ready for round two?"

*****

A week Later…

In the living room of their apartment, George, Chris, and Arthur Hill had gathered around the tv, their eyes glued to the screen, to watch the latest episode of their friends podcast, and today's episode had definitely been the steamiest yet. As the final words of the podcast faded out, they all exchanged knowing glances.

"Well, that was… something," George said, raising an eyebrow.

Chris leaned forward, his eyes gleaming with curiosity. "They totally had a threesome," he exclaimed, pointing at the TV. "You can just tell by the way they're acting."

Arthur Hill nodded, his mouth hanging open slightly. "I know, right? Did you see the way they couldn't keep their hands off each other?" He grabbed the remote, pausing the video to replay a particularly telling moment. "Look at Arthur's face!"

Chris and George leaned in, watching the replay with rapt attention. The blush on Arthur's cheeks was unmistakable, as was the way his hand had tightened around yours. "They're totally hiding something," Chris murmured, his own cheeks coloring slightly.

"Come on, guys," George protested, though his eyes were twinkling with amusement. "They're just good friends having fun." But even as he said it, he couldn't help but look at Arthur with newfound curiosity. They had to admit, the situation was ripe for speculation.

Chris grinned, not missing a beat. "Yeah, but you know Arthur. He gets all nervous and flustered in social situations. Remember that time at the charity gala?" He giggled, recalling a particularly awkward moment.

"Oh, God, yes," George chimed in, chuckling. "He couldn't even hold eye contact with the caterer."

But Arthur Hill's expression grew more thoughtful, his gaze lingering on the frozen image of Arthur's flushed face. "It's true, he does get nervous, but this is… different." He paused, his thumb hovering over the play button. "It's like he's trying to hide something, and not just because he's shy."

Chris leaned back, his eyes narrowed in contemplation. "You think it's possible?"

Arthur Hill nodded slowly. "I mean, they're all adults. And let's face it, the tension between them has been off the charts lately." He turned to George, who was watching the TV with a knowing smile. "What do you think?"

George shrugged, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Well, if they did, it would explain a lot," he said, his voice low and conspiratorial. "The way they look at each other, the way they can't seem to keep their hands to themselves…"

Chris's eyes widened. "Do you think they're into that sort of thing?" he whispered, his voice a mix of shock and fascination.

Arthur Hill nodded again, his gaze still on the screen. "It's not completely out of the question," he said thoughtfully. "They're both so… open-minded."

Chris leaned in, his voice barely above a whisper. "But what if it's true?" His eyes darted between George and Arthur Hill, his curiosity piqued. "What would we do?"

George's smile grew wider. "Well, we'd definitely have to get the full story out of them," he said, his tone playful. "It's not every day your friends have a secret like that."

Chris nodded eagerly. "Yeah, and maybe we could, I don't know, set them up with someone to make it a foursome?" He waggled his eyebrows suggestively.

Arthur Hill rolled his eyes. "Just because you're lonely and single doesn't mean you need to live vicariously through them, Chris," he said, though his tone was light.

Chris pouted. "What? I'm just saying, if they're going to be doing all these… adventurous things, I wouldn't mind tagging along for the ride."

George laughed, slapping Chris on the back. "Don't worry, buddy. They're not going to leave you out of all the fun." He winked. "But maybe you should work on your own love life before you start crashing their parties."

Chris playfully shoved George away. "I'm just saying, if the opportunity arises…" His voice trailed off, and the three of them shared a knowing look.

The atmosphere in the apartment was charged with curiosity and a hint of excitement. They couldn't ignore the palpable chemistry that had been sizzling between the podcast hosts. It was clear that something had changed, something that went beyond friendship.

*****

"So, guys," George began, breaking the silence with a casual tone, "did anything…interesting happen recently?" His question hung in the air like a dare, a challenge for you to either confirm or deny their suspicions.

Arthur Hill leaned in, his eyes boring into yours. "You know, Arthur looked a bit… flustered during the podcast," he said, his voice dripping with innuendo. "And you two," he nodded at you and Isaac, "you couldn't keep your hands to yourselves."

Isaac chuckled, playing along. "What are you trying to say, Hill?" he asked, his eyes gleaming with amusement.

You felt your heart race as the three of you locked eyes, the secret hanging in the air like a thick fog. You licked your lips, a smug smile playing on your face. "What do you think happened?" you asked, your voice a sultry whisper.

Isaac leaned back in his chair, his eyes flicking to Arthur's hand, which was still clutching yours. "Well, you two seem pretty… cozy." His smile was a knowing one, a glint of challenge in his gaze.

You couldn't help but return the smirk, the heat from the podcast still simmering between the three of you. "What do you mean?" you asked, playing dumb.

Chris's eyes widened, his cheeks flushing. "You guys, seriously? Did you…" He trailed off, unable to find the words.

Arthur Hill leaned in, his gaze intense. "You can tell us," he urged, his voice low. "We're all friends here."

You felt a thrill of excitement at the prospect of sharing your secret with them. The tension in the room was thick, and you knew that if you didn't say something soon, it would be impossible to contain. You took a deep breath, bracing yourself for the onslaught of questions and reactions that were sure to come.

"Well," you began, drawing out the word as you let go of Arthur's hand and leaned back into the couch, "it's not every day you get to live out your wildest fanfic fantasies."

Isaac barked out a laugh, his eyes gleaming. "You're telling me," he said, his voice low and rumbling with his own memories of the night.

Arthur Hill leaned back, his eyes wide with shock. "Wait, what?" he spluttered. "You guys actually…?"

You nodded, a wicked smile playing on your lips. "Oh, yes," you said, watching the color drain from Arthur's face. "It was quite the night."

George's eyes widened, his jaw dropping. "You had a threesome?" he squeaked, his voice high with excitement.

Chris's cheeks were now a bright shade of pink as he stared at the three of you. "Oh my God," he whispered, his hand flying to his mouth.

Arthur's eyes went wide with shock before he buried his face in his hands, a muffled groan escaping his lips. "This is so embarrassing," he murmured, his voice barely audible.

"What's the matter, Arthur?" you teased, your voice a sweet symphony of innocence. "You don't want everyone to know how much fun we had?"

Arthur's muffled groan grew louder, his face still buried in his hands. "This is so not what I signed up for," he muttered, his voice muffled by his palms.

You couldn't help but laugh, the situation too absurd to be anything but hilarious. "Oh, come on, Arthur," you coaxed, reaching out to pat his leg. "You know you had fun."

Isaac leaned over, his voice low and firm. "Babe, maybe you should ease up on him a bit," he murmured in your ear. His hand on your arm was a gentle but firm reminder of his words. You turned to look at him, his expression a mix of amusement and concern for his friend.

You bit your bottom lip, considering his words. "I'm just having a little fun," you protested, your eyes dancing with mischief. But you could see the point he was trying to make. Arthur was practically squirming in his seat, his embarrassment clear.

Isaac leaned closer, his voice a gentle command. "Let's keep some things private, yeah?" His hand squeezed your shoulder reassuringly. "We don't want to make him too uncomfortable."

You nodded, understanding the unspoken request. You leaned back into the couch, the thrill of the secret still humming through your veins. "Sorry, guys," Arthur mumbled from behind his hands. "I just… I didn't expect this."

George, Chris, and Arthur Hill sat in stunned silence for a moment, their eyes darting between you, Arthur, and Isaac. The air was thick with a mix of shock, curiosity, and a hint of arousal that you couldn't help but notice. Finally, George found his voice. "Well," he said, clearing his throat, "that's… that's quite the revelation."

Chris's eyes were wide as saucers, his mouth slightly agape. "I… I can't believe it," he stuttered, his cheeks flushing a deeper shade of red. "I mean, I knew you guys had a… a certain chemistry, but…" His voice trailed off as he looked at Arthur, who was still hiding his face in his hands.

Arthur Hill was equally stunned, his expression a mix of disbelief and something akin to awe. "That's… that's crazy," he breathed. "But also… kind of hot?" He glanced around the room, gauging the others' reactions. "I mean, if you're all cool with it…"

Chris nodded, his eyes never leaving Arthur. "It's definitely… different," he murmured, his voice still tinged with excitement. "But if it makes you happy…"

George leaned back in his chair, his gaze thoughtful. "Well, I for one am not one to judge," he said, his eyes sparkling. "But I do have to admit, it's not every day you find out your friends are living out their fanfic fantasies."

Chris nodded, his cheeks still a delightful shade of pink. "Yeah, I mean, as long as everyone's happy and consensual, who are we to say anything?" His eyes darted to Arthur who was now peeking through his fingers, his face a picture of mortification.

"Thank you, guys," Isaac said, his voice sincere. "We appreciate you being cool about it."

Arthur finally lowered his hands, his cheeks still a deep shade of red. "It's not every day you wake up to find out your private life has become public podcast fodder," he mumbled, his voice laced with embarrassment.

You leaned over and placed a gentle kiss on his cheek. "It's okay, Arthur," you assured him, your voice soft and soothing. "They're our friends. They're not going to judge us."

*****

The room was still for a moment, the only sound the distant hum of the city outside. Then, slowly, the tension began to ease. Arthur took a deep breath and sat up, his cheeks still flushed but his gaze meeting yours with a newfound determination. "Okay," he said, his voice a little stronger. "Let's… let's just move on."

"So, who's up for a pint?" George suggested, trying to lighten the mood. The tension in the room dissipated like mist in the sun as everyone agreed. It was time to move on, at least for now.

The six of you piled into the cozy pub around the corner, the warm light spilling out onto the cobblestone street. The rich scent of beer and fried food filled the air, mingling with the laughter of the patrons. It was the kind of place where you could forget the world outside, and for a little while, you did.

As you sat at the worn wooden table, sipping on your pint, the conversation flowed easily, jumping from one topic to the next. You couldn't help but feel a sense of relief that the tension dissipated. It was as if the walls of the pub had absorbed the secret, leaving nothing but the comfort of good friends and the hum of conversation.

Arthur leaned in, his voice a little too loud for the intimate space. "So, are we going to read more of those…stories?" he asked, his cheeks still a hint of pink.

You smirked, taking a sip of your drink. "Oh, absolutely," you said, your eyes gleaming with mischief. "This is just the beginning of our journey."

Isaac's eyes lit up at your words, his hand sliding over yours on the table. "I like the sound of that," he murmured, his thumb tracing lazy circles on your skin.

The evening passed in a blur of laughter and good-natured ribbing, with Arthur slowly regaining his composure. As the night grew later, the pub's atmosphere grew more intimate, the lights dimming and the music taking on a sultrier tone. You couldn't help but feel a thrill of anticipation, knowing that the evening was far from over.

"You know," you said, leaning into Arthur, "this is only the beginning." Your voice was low and seductive, a promise of more to come.

Isaac's eyes glinted with excitement, his hand tightening around your own. "Yeah, we could make this a regular thing," he suggested, raising his glass for a toast. "To living our fanfic dreams."

The three of you clinked your glasses together, the sound echoing in the cozy pub. The others looked on, a mix of amusement and intrigue playing across their faces. It was clear that the cat was out of the bag, and now the question was, what would happen next?

*****

A/n: Omg!!! This took a lot of work but I loved how it turned out, hope you guys enjoy it! Thanks again to @g-xix for letting me use her imagine, definitely check her stuff out!