#arthur frederick angst

[raekensluver]

green sweater

description: a party, a familiar flat, and the boy in the sweater you bought him. the breakup felt final. seeing him again makes you question everything.

pairing: ex!arthur frederick x fem!reader

contains: angst, fluff, platonic!chris md x fem!reader, platonic!harry lewis x fem!reader, drinking.

song rec: the cut that always bleeds by conan gray- "but even though you're killing me, i need you like the air i breathe."

w.c: 1.7k

you didn’t expect your stomach to drop the moment you stepped into the party. but there it was—the air thick with music, sweat, and the kind of memories you’ve tried your best to forget.

harry’s flat is buzzing, packed wall to wall with familiar faces from old nights and youtube screens. someone’s yelling about a game in the living room, bass from the speaker rattling half-empty bottles on the counter. it smells like cheap beer, perfume, and someone’s cologne that tugs at something in your chest before you can stop it.

you should’ve turned around the second you walked in.

but then harry spots you from across the room, grinning like he’s genuinely surprised. he’s a little flushed from drinking and heat, hoodie sleeves pushed up, holding a nearly empty pint glass. “no way,” he says, pulling you into a quick hug. “you came!”

“hey,” you say, laughing lightly. “thought i’d crash for a bit.”

“i thought you were still living it up across the globe. didn’t know you were back in town.”

“just got in last week,” you say, scanning the room like it might settle the nerves crawling up your spine. “still getting used to the jet lag.”

“well, you’ve been missed,” he says sincerely. “beer’s in the kitchen. go grab one before chris drinks the rest.”

you nod, muttering a thanks before weaving through the crowd. it’s easier not to think when you’re moving, easier to pretend this is just another night out with old friends. you head for the fridge and grab a drink, your hand barely around the cold can when you hear someone shift behind you.

you turn—and freeze.

arthur.

he’s standing just a few feet away, red cup in hand, leaned casually against the counter like it doesn’t cost him anything to be here. his hair is longer than it used to be, curling slightly at the ends like it always does when he forgets to get it cut. and then there’s the sweater. the green knitted sweater. the one you bought him for your first anniversary.

your heart lurches in your chest. it’s a little stretched now, the sleeves pushed up to his elbows, the yarn softer from a hundred washes—but it’s unmistakably the same. seeing him in it feels like getting the wind knocked out of you. he kept it. he’s wearing it. tonight, of all nights.

he sees you. and for a second—just one brief, unbearable second—neither of you says a word.

“hey,” he says finally, voice low and stiff around the edges.

you blink, your breath catching. “hey.”

the awkwardness hangs there, thick as fog. you glance around, pretending to be more interested in the condensation on your drink than the way his eyes linger a little too long on your face.

“you look… good,” he says, scratching the back of his neck.

you nod slowly. “so do you.”

there’s a pause.

too many people around to pretend this is private, but somehow, in the middle of the noise, it still feels like a spotlight’s been thrown right on the two of you. like everyone else faded into the background the second you locked eyes.

you hadn’t prepared for this. for him. for how just seeing arthur again makes your lungs forget how to work properly.

“how’ve you been?” he asks eventually.

you take a sip to delay answering. “alright. just getting settled again.”

“you’re back, then?”

“yeah,” you say, your voice barely above a whisper. “for good.”

he nods. you think you see something shift in his expression—surprise, maybe. or hope. but it’s gone before you can hold on to it.

chris appears like some sort of guardian angel, stepping beside you with a comforting grin. “there you are,” he says. then, seeing arthur: “hey, mate.”

arthur gives a small nod. “hey.”

chris senses the tension, obviously, but doesn’t comment on it. he’s always been good at reading the room. instead, he turns to you. “you alright?”

you nod, smile a little too tightly. “yeah. just… didn’t expect to see him here.”

chris follows your gaze back toward arthur, who’s now turned slightly, talking to someone else but not really looking at them. his fingers tap restlessly against the rim of his cup.

“ah,” chris says.

he gets it. they all do, really. you and arthur were a thing—the kind people saw and said, they’ll last. he was the calm to your chaos, the softness in your sarcasm. he used to say you made everything feel slower in the best way. like time paused when you were with him.

“looks good,” you murmur, bitterness tucked just behind your teeth.

chris nods, soft. “he’s been trying. been a bit quiet since you left. keeps busy with work and filming, but…” he trails off. “i think he’s still figuring it out.”

you look down at your drink, watching the bubbles pop at the surface.

“he said he understood when i left,” you say, voice low. “said he supported it. but the look on his face…”

“yeah,” chris says. “sometimes the right thing still breaks you.”

you blink fast, swallowing around the lump rising in your throat. “it wasn’t easy for me either.”

“i know,” chris says gently. “he knows too. deep down. but that pride, you know? gets in the way. especially with someone you loved like that.”

“loved.” past tense.

it tastes wrong.

chris is pulled into a game of beer pong shortly after, and you’re left standing on the edges of the party, pretending to scroll your phone, pretending not to notice arthur looking your way again.

except you always notice.

you feel him in your peripheral vision like a pull. and when your eyes meet for the third time that night, it’s like gravity. he looks away first. you take another sip.

an hour passes. maybe two. you don’t remember half the conversations you’ve had. don’t remember the names of the people you’ve smiled at, the things they said. you only remember that arthur’s still here. that he hasn’t left. that every time he laughs across the room, something aches deep in your chest.

it’s late when the crowd starts thinning. the music lowers. people leave in pairs or threes, jackets tugged on, rides called. you’re standing near the hallway, coat draped over your arm, ready to go—emotionally drained and emotionally full all at once—when you feel it.

that presence again.

you don’t hear him approach until he’s there. close. too close.

“hey,” he says.

you turn, heart in your throat. “hey.”

he looks older now. not in a bad way—just… different. his eyes are a little sadder, jaw a little tighter. but it’s the sweater again that breaks you.

you can’t stop staring at it. and he notices.

“i didn’t think you’d remember this,” he says, his voice barely audible over the soft music.

“of course i do,” you whisper. “i bought it.”

he exhales, like that meant more than he’s willing to admit. like it cracked something in him too.

“i didn’t know you’d be here,” he says.

“wasn’t planning on it,” you say. “kind of just… showed up.”

he nods. there’s something in the way he looks at you now, like he’s trying to piece together everything he can’t ask.

you hesitate, then decide to tell him. because maybe it matters. maybe he deserves to know.

“i quit my job.”

his eyebrows lift, surprise flickering across his face. but he doesn’t say anything. just waits.

“i’m moving back to london,” you say. “been here a week. staying with a friend while i look at flats.”

he blinks. “seriously?”

you nod.

the silence that follows is heavier than it should be. not tense—just full of all the things left unsaid.

“what happened?” he asks quietly.

you breathe in, slow. “it wasn’t what i thought it’d be. it was exciting. busy. fast-paced. everything i thought i wanted.”

he doesn’t say anything.

“but i was tired all the time,” you admit. “lonely. and i realized i didn’t love it enough to keep losing pieces of myself over it.”

your eyes find his. “so i came home.”

that word—home—hits him. you see it in the way his lips part slightly. in the way his grip on his cup tightens. like he’s trying to stay still when everything in him wants to move.

“i don’t really know what i’m doing next,” you say. “just… figuring it out as i go.”

your eyes drift over his face, drinking him in like a memory you’ve missed too much. his hair. his eyes. the familiarity of him that settles in your bones. god, you missed him. more than you ever let yourself say.

seeing your ex at a party hurts in a way you weren’t prepared for. not because you want to cry or scream. but because he’s still him. still the boy you loved. still the man you might still love. and pretending you could ever go back to being just friends feels like a cruel joke.

“does it feel weird being back?” arthur asks softly.

“everything feels weird,” you admit with a quiet laugh. “but this? talking to you like this? i don’t know. it kind of feels like i can breathe again.”

his eyes flicker—just for a moment. and you see it. the crack in his armor. the part of him that still feels everything you’re trying not to say.

“you really are here,” he murmurs, more to himself.

“i really am.” and you don’t say it, but it echoes in your head anyway: i think i came back for more than just the city.

arthur nods slowly, like he’s making a choice in real time. “do you wanna… go somewhere quieter? talk, maybe?” he asks. “just us?”

you look at him, heart thudding like it might burst out of your chest. not from nerves—but from hope. timid, fragile hope. “yeah,” you whisper. “i’d like that.”

he doesn’t smile big. he just nods again, like he’s afraid a bigger reaction might break whatever spell this moment is holding over you both. but his eyes—they say everything.

and for the first time in a long while, you don’t feel like you’re standing in the ruins of something.

you feel like maybe, just maybe, you’re standing at the beginning of whatever comes next.

[gabbytvclarke]

The dog and the postwoman PART 5 (FINALE): To the moon and back

Part one here! ♥ Part two here! ♥ Part three here! ♥ Part four here!

• Summary: Arthur and reader's relationship blossoms over the months as they struggle to keep it a secret, and dating rumours get in the way. • Pairing: Arthur TV x female!reader, italianbaach x reader??, (Also friend!basically all the other youtubers in this circle) • Smut, angst, fluff, and insta AU • Warnings: a tiny bit of relationship anxiety/jealousy, secret relationship, swearing, harassment, innuendoes, and LOTS more sex (including dominant Arthur 👀) • Word count: 8,417 words • Note 1: Ngl I'm not sure if I like this one... • Note 2: A slightly different writing style, but I thought it worked on this part • Note 3: Sorry for the late post, I was on holiday then got really sick :(

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3 MONTHS BEFORE NOW:

Arthur grumbles as he rolls over to his left with an outstretched arm, his eyes flutter open as he feels an empty space. It's been a while since he's awoken alone, spending time together in secret means that sleepovers are the safest choice. He thanks his luck that his roommates are always travelling for brand deals. He sits up and rubs his eyes, his ears focusing on one of his favourite songs: anything that y/n is singing. "Hm?" he hums to himself near silently. He pulls himself out of bed but can't see the grey hoodie he'd thrown on his desk chair the night before, he chuckles to himself as he grabs another hoodie and follows y/n's melody.

He finds her in his living room, humming away while carefully packing some of his small house plants, as Arthur is in the middle of moving into the same building as Isaac. Sneaking up behind her, he wraps his arms around her waist and plants a sweet kiss to the side of her neck, causing her to jolt slightly.

"Jesus!" She gasps, following with a small giggle. She puts the parcel tape down and swivels to return Arthur's hug. "Good morning sunshine!" She chirps before pecking a small kiss to his cheek.

"G'morning! Nice hoodie." He smirks back, as she steps back and curtsies. "You know you don't have to do all this." He gestures to the array of boxes, some packed, some half full, and some empty, but the bags under his eyes suggest otherwise. Arthur's been juggling video recordings, podcast recordings, and preparing to move for the past month and it seems to be taking a toll on him.

"I don't have to, no, but I want to baby." She replies softly, not even thinking. She doesn't even notice the word rolling off her tongue so easily. Arthur does and he can't stop the childlike smile that creeps up on his face. "What's that face for?" She asks with amusement.

"Nothing, nothing. You're just adorable." He shrugs sheepishly. Despite how comfortable he is around her, she still makes him shy at times. Even though it's been 46 days since that fateful time at his flat; the breakfast, the food fight, the love making. Not like he's counting the days or anything. Then he gets an idea. "Do you want some pancakes?" He asks warmly.

"Reminiscing are we?" She teases, catching him off guard, his once relaxed eyes now full of surprise. She giggles and plays with his hair, eliciting a laugh from him. "Yes to pancakes, but let's share the workload this time." She squeezes his hand as they head to the kitchen area.

The pancakes are once again a success, although not as fancy as last time due to Arthur's smaller contributions to the flat's food budget. There's also a clear difference between the one's flipped by Arthur and the ones flipped by y/n.

As they start eating in a contented silence, Arthur stares ahead of him and begins to frown without realising, catching y/n's attention. "What's wrong Arthur? Is there a pube in your pancake?" She jokes. He fights every fibre of his being to not spray his mouthful, swallowing it whole and coughing as he laughs. He takes a sip of his water and clears his throat.

"Wow. You never seize to amaze me, y/n" He beams, lightly thumping his chest.

"Sorry I almost choked you, but are you OK?" She asks, her smile shrinking as anxiety creeps in. She'd been enjoying the silence, but now she's worried that perhaps his busy schedule could be making him rethink their time together. They’ve spent so much time with each other recently, but maybe he’s getting bored?

"It's OK, I'm OK, I just..." He trails off as his eyebrows knit together again. Her lungs begin feeling tight. She thinks about how maybe moving out of his flat isn't the only chapter in his life that he's closing. Arthur's eyes blink from his pancakes to y/n's face.

"Y/n, am I your boyfriend?" He asks with innocence and sincerity. She's taken aback, the mouthful of food she'd crammed in was meant to stop her from crying not grinning. Her eyes are wide as she chews quicker to swallow and answer.

"Sorry, bit of a weird and sudden question, I know." He chuckles, “I’ve just been wondering recently, that’s all.” He shoots her a gentle smile, nervously waiting for her answer. She gulps.

"Do you want to be?" She asks sweetly, trying not to smile too hard in the moment.

"Very much so." Arthur replies with a fast nod. He sets his knife and fork down, knits his fingers together and rests his head on them. "But it depends, how does that hoodie feel? Like boyfriend material perhaps?" He cocks his eyebrow as he watches her lips curl up more.

She giggles before rubbing her hand along the sleeve, pulling an intrigued face. "Wow, you know, I think it does." Without hesitation, Arthur's chair scrapes along the floor as he rushes to hug her, rocking her back and forth slowly with a Cheshire Cat grin. She scoops her arms up and behind to hug him back, unprepared for such a welcomed attack.

"I can't wait to tell Bach and the others, you’re finally my girlfriend!" He exclaims in her ear, pulling away to look at his beautiful girl, his eyes twinkling. She feels ridiculous for doubting him, for thinking he'd allow the stress of moving to cloud his feelings towards her. His happiness in that moment, the emphasis on 'finally', the way she could swear she saw tears building in his gorgeous eyes. She stands to her feet and pulls him into a proper hug.

"I'm the happiest man on the planet!" His voice cracks as he boasts, his head nestled in her neck as she feels the heat of his cheeks burning against her. "I'm so happy too Arth!” Y/n replies, also fighting tears. She cups his jaw as he locks eyes with her again and pulls him down to give him a loving kiss, which he returns enthusiastically. He begins giving her small pecks, whispering “My beautiful girl” and “My darling” in between, until a familiar poking feeling in her hip shifts the mood.

“Mr Frederick, what’s going on?” Y/n smirks as she slowly pulls away, looking straight into his chocolate eyes.

“Oh… I guess I got too excited, I’m sorry.” He chuckles, heat radiating from his face even more as he shyly looks away. Still gazing up at him, y/n slowly sinks to her knees, her hands gliding down his bare legs as she goes. “…Y/n!” Arthur exclaims, in shock.

“What’s wrong? Doesn’t my boyfriend deserve a treat?” She quips, her fingers pulling down his boxers agonisingly slow. Arthur’s breath hitches in his throat, still in disbelief at how lucky he is. His cock springs out as his underwear drops and pools at his ankles. He removes his hoodie within less than a second, so the thick fabric won't be able to block his view.

Y/n clasps her soft hand around the base off his cock, licking her lips before planting small kisses along the shaft. Arthur hums lowly, threading his hand through her hair. Her pecks head towards the base, before licking a stripe back up to the tip and wrapping her lips around the head.

“Mmm, there she is. My talented girl…” Arthur whispers, before sucking air through his teeth as her nose suddenly hits his lower abdomen. She looks up at him as she bobs her head, seeing his head thrown back in ecstasy, and watching his toned chest rise and fall rapidly. “F-fuck… y/n…” He groans through gritted teeth. He tilts his head down and makes eye contact, his brows are low and his eyes are dark. He bites his lip as he watches her worship his cock with her pretty mouth. “Good girl... so good.”

It doesn’t take long before his whimpers grow more intense and his stomach forms a knot. She’s ready to milk him then and there, but Arthur stops her. “Y/n, wait a sec.” He utters breathlessly. She pulls her head off with a ‘pop’, peering up at him and catching her breath as she eagerly awaits further instructions. “Come ‘ere.” He pulls her up gently by her hands until she’s standing again. He cups her cheeks sweetly as he looks intensely into her eyes with burning desire. “That was incredible, as always, but your mouth isn’t where I want to fill you this morning.” Before she can react, he turns them both slightly and pushes y/n backwards, the backs of her legs hitting the table.

She lets out a small yelp in surprise, before laying herself down across the table, pushing her plate out the way. Arthur leans over her, looking at her how a wild animal looks at its prey. He’s quick to remove her underwear as he plants wet desperate kisses along her neck. “Take it off.” He growls in her ear before nipping right under her earlobe. She hums with excitement as he stands back, hungrily watching her whip the stolen hoodie off. “So beautiful.” He whispers, his hands magnetising to her breasts as his lips crash into hers. He breathes soft whimpers into her lips before planting wet kisses further down her body until he reaches her belly button. He stands upright and grabs his wet cock, giving it a few pumps before raising one of her legs over his shoulder.

He rubs his tip over her clit, before his gaze flicks up to meet hers. “How much do you want this right now?” He asks intensely. Y/n’s surprised at this more animalistic side to Arthur, but it’s more than welcome.

“S-so much Arthur.” She breathes, feeling a wave of shyness wash over her at his new demeanor. He sinks his cock into her as a raw raspy moan leaves his throat. He leans himself lower while she adjusts to the stretch, giving her a quick peck on the lips.

“My girlfriend needs spoiling too.” He whispers, his hot breath fanning over her face. He begins thrusting, his big hand squeezing her soft thigh as it’s pressed against his body. The pair can’t keep quiet as Arthur soon begins pounding into her relentlessly, the kitchen filling with the sounds of gasps, grunts, creaking table legs, and skin slapping skin. He cups her cheek and studies her face, watching the pleasure written all over it, which only spurs him on more.

Feeling his orgasm fast approaching again, he slows down and gives y/n passionate kisses, whispering “You’re incredible,” against her lips. She’s too lost for words to form coherent sentences. He pulls out of her and grips her thighs, manoeuvring her so her hips are slightly off the table. He stands straight and wastes no time ramming himself back into her, trying to keep his noises down so he can enjoy listening to hers, while his hands hold her waist tightly. Her lower tummy fills with butterflies as she watches Arthur pound her senseless, the sight driving her even closer to the edge. His fringe stuck to his forehead, biting his lips between his teeth as he grunts, his eyebrows furrowed while he peers down at where their hips meet. The way he looks at her like a starving man looks at a 5 star meal.

“I know you’re close baby, don’t. hold. back.” He instructs with each thrust. His moves become sloppy and more desperate. She stutters his name to warn him she’s about to burst. “So close,” he mutters, only seconds before the pair release together. He moans her name over and over again like it’s the only word he knows, like he’s ensuring the entire building knows who makes him feel this good. Her whole body quivers as her pussy fills with his cum, overflowing and trickling into the floor.

Arthur drapes over and rests his head on y/n’s belly. “Wow, y/n!” He exhales.

“Arthur… where did that come from?” Y/n managed to croak out, still dazed by the new side of Arthur she hadn't seen before. Arthur chuckles against her tummy before standing up to grab her some kitchen roll for their mess.

“Well, months ago when you were on Becky’s channel, you said something about the idea of nerdy guys ending up being a bad boy in bed,” he explains as he helps her off the table and passes her his hoodie back, “and, well, I always forget about that everytime we got down and dirty, until today.”

Y/n is gobsmacked, she didn’t even remember saying it as it had been a few months since then, although it was true. And Arthur was the perfect example of the kind of nerd she had in mind, and today he proved he was that kind of lover too. “Well, that’s a side of you I didn’t know you had, but it was definitely fun.” She giggles, still feeling giddy.

“Honestly, I didn’t know I did either, but I’m glad you enjoyed it too.” Arthur replies. “Oh look, we wasted our pancakes again.”

Y/n reaches for the plates. “We can microwave them, but we did just fuck near them.” She laughs.

“I don’t mind that, but maybe I should clean the table and floor first.” Arthur chuckles, heading to the bathroom and returning with a fresh cleaning cloth. As y/n loads the microwave, Arthur gets to cleaning.

“I’ve just gotta keep my mind focused for the session tomorrow.” Y/n states, gritting her teeth in an exaggerated manner.

2 MONTHS + 29 DAYS BEFORE NOW:

Y/n sits across from Isaac and Arthur, awaiting the go-ahead from the producer and director to begin. Finally, y/n is guest starring on the ‘Bach and Arthur’ podcast. They’re in their new set, much more space themed, which impresses y/n as it’s the first time she’s seeing it in person.

The podcast begins, the episode’s main subject focusing on ‘The science of icks’, after the heavy shipping between y/n and Arthur. The pair haven’t come out as a couple yet and don’t plan to for a while, so they’re prepared to struggle to not accidentally let anything slip out. Ironically, Isaac is most worried about outing them.

“It’s so nice to have you on here, and by popular demand too.” Isaac states, gesturing over to y/n as if bowing in her presence.

“Honestly it’s an honour being here,” she replies, looking around the set with wonder, “it’s so much bigger than it looks on screen!” Arthur chuckles and puts his head in his hands, anticipating Isaac’s response.

“Guilty, as charged.” Isaac quips, before shaking his head and laughing awkwardly.

At one point, Isaac goes off on a tangent about how pheromones work and y/n’s mind starts wandering. Isaac uses dogs as an example, which takes y/n’s thoughts back to earlier that morning, just before she and Arthur headed to the studio.

The day started innocent enough. Y/n slept over again as Arthur still had the flat to himself and they were filming the podcast in the afternoon. They stood side by side brushing their teeth, y/n using ‘her’ toothbrush in Arthur’s bathroom.

Everything was fine until y/n had her shower and returned to Arthur’s bedroom in just a bathrobe. He was in the middle of getting dressed when she waltzed in gleefully, looking forward to the day ahead. “Wow, your arse looks amazing in those boxers.” Were her exact words, and that was all it took for Arthur’s brain to start turning wild again.

“Oh yeah? And how’s your arse looking today darling?” He flirted, watching eagerly as y/n turned and raised her robe, sticking her butt out in a half seductive, half playful gesture. It was still a little damp and foamy from the shower, its shine begging for his touch. “Fuck.” Arthur whispered to himself, wasting no time in standing behind his hot girlfriend and grabbing a handful of bubbly cheek. His breath tickled the back of her neck when he asked: “How much time do you have to get ready?”

“Plenty.” Y/n replied in a teasing tone, sensing the mood. Arthur gave her a light spank as he chuckled into her neck, his hand lingering as he gripped another handful. Soon enough the clothes he’d just put on were tossed across the room. Y/n turned her upper body back to kiss Arthur, their tongues dancing together, as he gently edged her closer to the bed. Y/n fiddled with the knot in her belt loop, quickly loosening it and discarding the bathrobe altogether. Arthur pushed her onto the bed, with her landing on her hands and knees with a cheeky giggle. Perfect.

Arthur’s hands roamed around her ass cheeks as he watched the small soap bubbles get wiped away. “Fucking beautiful.” He stated as y/n gave Arthur a little wiggle, arching her back and pushing her butt closer to him. She gasped when she felt how ready he was for her so quickly, as his hard tip made contact with the back of her thigh.

“I don’t know what I did to deserve you.” Arthur mumbled as he spat on his fingers and rubbed them between her plump cheeks. That feeling alone driving her crazy.

“Please…” Y/n whimpered, eager to feel that stretch again. Arthur’s hands kneaded her cheeks again as he stepped closer, moving the up to grip her hips. His tip pressed against her entrance as he stood still.

“Please what, baby girl?” Arthur asked, she could hear the grin in his voice.

“Please Arthur, please fuck me.” She begged. He hummed out a chuckle as he pulled her onto him, his hips making swift flush contact with her ass. Y/n exhaled a loud moan in both surprise and bliss. It wasn’t long before Arthur pounded away at her needy pussy, his velvet voice calling her name and telling her how good she took him. His fingers digging into her hips, definitely leaving marks behind as he pulled her on his cock again and again, adding pleasure every time his hand planted another slap to her ass. He painted light scratches down her back as he approached his orgasm, only minutes before he filled her to the brim again with his warm--

“Y/n?” Isaac asks, his lips curled in amusement. She blinks, feeling her face begin to burn.

“What- I’m so sorry my brain must’ve just switched off there.” She smiles awkwardly, her confession causing the boys to laugh.

“Wow y/n honestly, we invite you on with the kindness of our hearts,” Arthur reprimands jokingly as y/n hides her face behind her hands, “and you just ignore us!”

“So rude, that’s an ick right there.” Isaac chimes in with a grin as y/n continues chortling in embarrassment, turning redder.

“Hm, maybe your yapping was such an ick that her brain short-circuited Bach.” Arthur smirks.

“I’m sorry guys, I promise I have your full attention now.” She assures them, sitting up straighter.

“Out of curiosity, what were you thinking about?” Arthur asks sincerely, being sure to keep his tone platonic.

“Oh, something Bach said made me think of something that happened this morning.” Y/n answers, shrugging as nonchalantly as possible. Arthur quickly takes some water from his mug, trying his best to not show a reaction.

“What happened this morning?” Isaac asks with genuine intrigue, having fallen for the couple’s ‘normal’ behaviour.

“I can’t say, it was something personal.” Y/n giggles awkwardly, avoiding Arthur’s eyes at all costs. Arthur’s mood shifts ever so slightly for the rest of the recording, seeming quieter than usual as he’s reminded of their morning activities too. This allows Isaac to take the reins.

After a while, the topic of listing each other’s icks become the new segment of conversation, each of them listing an ick and discussing their thoughts on each one. Again the three are very careful not to shed light on y/n and Arthur’s relationship, so they keep as vague as possible on some of the icks mentioned.

“Another one for me is when someone doesn’t like animals.” Y/n states, shaking her head in feigned disgust.

“I agree with you there.” Arthur adds, having regained his composure by this point. “I don’t get how someone can dislike any animal.”

“Well there are venomous ones out there and ones that attack humans.” Isaac guesses with a small shrug.

“Yeah, dangerous ones, that's fair enough. But I’m thinking more like domestic animals; dogs, cats, rabbits, etcetera,” Y/n confirms.

Isaac then brings up people who are rude to waiters as an ick, which sparks a whole conversation of people the three have met who do this. They finish the podcast with reading the viewers’ stories of their own icks, some of the anecdotes are ridiculous and make for great talking points. The recording session finishes without a hitch.

As everyone is preparing to leave y/n talks to the crew to introduce herself a bit more and to congratulate them on their usual good work, while in the corner of her eye she sees Isaac pat Arthur on the back sweetly.

Arthur then slips away for the toilet, being sure to tell y/n through text as to not disrupt her conversation. She leaves the staff to their close-down procedures as Isaac approaches her.

“You know, he’s really happy with you.” He says quietly with a beaming smile. “It’s really nice to see. I don’t think it can be picked up on camera, but he really does light up more when you’re around.” Y/n is taken aback by the sweet words.

“Thank you… Bach? Isaac? That’s so sweet.” She chuckles awkwardly.

“Isaac’s fine. People usually only call me Bach on camera.” He assures her as he puts on his jacket. “But thanks for looking after him. I will kill you if you break his heart though.” The pair break out into laughter as Arthur returns. They all leave the building together but Isaac heads off to meet Liv.

2 MONTHS + 13 DAYS UNTIL NOW:

Y/n frowns as she scrolls through TikTok, having stopped on a glambyflo video where she's dressed up all fancy. She enjoys the video and gives it a like, opening the comments to compliment Flo when she sees the top voted comment:

‘Are you and Arthur Tv together?’

Followed by loads of likes and replies. The replies were a variety, some saying they live together, some saying they’d make a sweet couple, then there's one of someone pointing out that Flo wore one of Arthur’s hoodies in an instagram post. Y/n trusts Arthur 100%, and she knows what shippers are like and has experienced them herself, but something about that comment gets to her.

She continues reading through the thread of replies when the same girl pointed out the date of the instagram post in question as proof. Y/n tells herself that she’s being silly, and yet, there she is looking through Flo’s instagram and finding said post. Seeing said hoodie. It is one of Arthur’s. It deeply bothers y/n that she herself has worn that exact hoodie. Her boyfriend’s hoodie.

She darts back to the comments on Flo’s TikTok video and there’s more separate comments about Flo and Arthur being a couple. Some people were replying saying that Arthur is clearly into y/n, but others replied comparing the girls. It starts making y/n feel queasy, she leaves the sweet comment for Flo and closes the app down. She lays back in Arthur’s bed keeps herself calm as she waits for Arthur to come out of the shower, probably his last shower in that shared flat.

When he enters his room, a cloud of steam following him like he’s a literal god, he immediately notices the look on y/n’s face. “Darling, are you OK?” He asks, softly sitting next to her on the bed and putting his warm damp hand on hers.

“I’m fine Arth, just read some comments on TikTok that rubbed me the wrong way.” She knows she can be honest with Arthur about anything. She looks at him sweetly and sits up, turning to face him.

“What comments? Nothing about you though, right?” Arthur’s face is laced with concern as he gives her knee a squeeze, his heart dropping in his chest at the thought of someone writing mean comments about her.

“Sort of, mostly people talking about you and Flo, some about me.” Y/n chuckles awkwardly, as she plays with her fingernails to avoid eye contact.

“People have shipped me a Flo for years, but she’s like a little sister to me. Literally, I’ve known her since she was a teenager.” His reassurance is heartwarming, but he can still sense the unease.

“The comments aren’t just shipping you two though, they think you are actually dating…” Y/n trails off slightly, feeling stupid for talking about it, “And they’re comparing us girls, which I just hate. I know it’s the internet and people can be dicks, but it’s not fair on either of us girls.”

“Oh, y/n. I’m sorry. Comments can really be shit sometimes, as you know. But people jump to conclusions all the time.” Arthur replies soothingly, pulling her into a hug.

“Their so-called evidence is that Flo’s worn a hoodie like yours before.” Y/n half laughs, taking a huge sigh.

Arthur pulls away to look y/n in the eyes. “I know the one you mean, she accidentally took it while I was in my room filming. I think she saw it on the sofa once and assumed it was one she has that's similar,” he explains, “I remember when I saw her wearing it, I pointed it out and she apologised profusely. I said she may as well keep it on as she’d got her make up around the neck, and to just throw it in the laundry basket when she next gets changed.” Arthur’s hand cups y/n's jaw, his thumb rubbing gentle circles on her cheek.

“That makes total sense.” Y/n smiles.

“I’m sorry though, speculation is one of the worst parts of putting yourself out there. And you know if you deny it, they just accuse you even more.” Arthur holds her hand again softly.

“Yeah definitely.” Y/n sighs again, feeling embarrassed that she’d even let the comments bug her that much in the first place.

“But I do appreciate you telling me how you feel, you know you never need to hide things like that from me.” Arthur pulls her in for another hug, before standing and getting changed into sweats.

“Also, I told Flo to take the photo down at the time and she said no and accused me of being jealous because ‘she wore it better’.” He chuckles, y/n sniggers too. “I told you, she’s like a little sister. Her and Darcy literally remind me of my sisters.”

1 MONTHS + 24 DAYS UNTIL NOW:

The podcast episode has been released. Y/n sits on her bed watching the video on her phone. It’s the first time in ages that she hasn’t woken up next to Arthur, but he’s been busy filming videos following his move. Y/n needs her Arthur fix, so the video going live was perfect.

She chuckles when she spots the moment Arthur thinks about their morning fun that day and how silent he goes, but is proud at how stoic he managed to look at the same time. When the video ends, y/n scrolls down to the comments. She laughs as she clicks on the specific timestamps and reads what the viewers had to say about those moments, and her heart melts at the sweet comments about her and Arthur, including speculations about their behaviour.

Commenter1: They’re trying too hard to look like just friends lmao

Commenter2: They’re not flirting but their eyes show it all ↳ Commenter3: either that or they fucked and now the built up tension is gone lol

Commenter4: The way their icks show more proof they’re made for each other

But then she spots a few comments she definitely wasn’t expecting: people shipping her with Bach?

“What?” She mutters to herself, so confused.

Commenter5: Anyone noticed that Bach and y/n seem to really hit it off?

Commenter6: y/n n bach really bounce off each other…… Maybe because they’re just good friends but still 🤨 ↳ Commenter7: I won’t stand for any #y/ntv denial.

Commenter8: y/nbach or italiany/n? Either way sounds good

Commenter9: can’t wait for the soft launch of y/n and Isaac ↳ Commenter10: writing this about someone’s boyfriend is insane btw ↳ Commenter11: second this. they're just talking more because Arthur went non verbal

There’s a lot more like that coming in as she scrolls, and she feels incredibly guilty as she reads each of these comments. She’d only recently been on a double date with Arthur, Isaac, and Liv. She begins feeling anxious about her friendship with the couple being ruined, especially with the cinema date she has planned with Arthur.

Arthur turns up to her place a couple of hours later, where y/n kept herself distracted with getting ready and doing housework. They’re heading to the cinema then back at his flat again, as it’s slightly closer. He’s chirpy as he runs from the door to his girlfriend and gives her a spinning hug.

“I hope you don’t mind love, but I invited Isaac and Liv to to join us for the film.” He beams. Y/n’s mind fills with dread.

“Oh, OK. That’s cool.” Y/n replies, trying to sound calm and collected.

“Y/n, what’s wrong?” Arthur asks in a fake bossy tone. “Is it the comments on the pod?” Y/n’s hands snap to her mouth as she feels her cheeks turn rosy. She only nods as she struggles to keep eye contact, the thoughts of an awkward cinema double date flooding her brain.

Arthur chuckles as he takes a seat in her lounge area. “Don’t be so silly, people comment that rubbish all the time. They have no clue what they’re talking about, well, except the ones who were right about us.” He shoots her a wink as she sits beside him with a creeping smile.

“I feel bad for Liv, I’ve never seen anyone ship Isaac with someone before.” Y/n sighs.

“I haven’t either, but plenty of women thirst over him on her TikTok videos, so I’m sure she can handle this.” Arthur replies reassuringly. “C’mon, we’ve got a scary film to watch.”

The pair spot Isaac and Liv while they wait outside, all giving hugs to each other. Liv is sweet but quiet as always, given that she and y/n haven’t hung out enough times yet. Y/n worries that it’s because of the comments. They head inside and wait in line to buy their tickets and snacks. While Arthur and Isaac yap, y/n takes a deep breath and apologises to Liv. “I don’t know how much you read on Bach- Isaac’s stuff, but I’m sorry if the comments on our podcast episode made you uncomfortable.”

Liv gestures towards y/n as if to swat her anxious thoughts away. “Ah, don’t worry about it. I’ve spent years reading weird comments about him. They don’t phase me anymore.” She sniggers.

“Oh thank god!” Y/n replies, “I was so worried they’d upset you.” Liv just laughs and gives her another hug.

"I'd be more concerned, but you and Arthur give each other heart eyes 24/7." She smirks.

“Ah look Arthur, my two girlfriends hugging!” Isaac bellows, wrapping an arm around both of them, causing the girls to chortle.

“Yeeeah. You’re a divvy.” Arthur states with a grin, before gesturing to the counter. “And we’re being served.”

1 MONTH + 11 DAYS UNTIL NOW:

“Right so, I’m back with another anomaly game and I’m not alone this time,” Arthur sweetly tells the camera, “by popular demand, I’m with y/n to be my second pair of eyes.” Sitting in Bach's usual spot, y/n smiles and waves at the lens before opening her eyes wider and shifting them around jokingly. They’re still not publicly out as a couple yet, but their experiences of hosting videos should keep them subtle.

“This game is called 'Exit 8', where we’re trapped in a corridor of a train station until we successfully identify or ignore the anomalies.” Arthur explains as y/n nods her head, watching the man on screen walking towards the character.

“So how do we know if there’s an anomaly yet, is this a practice round?” Y/n asks Arthur. He narrows his eyes at the screen as he slowly walks the character down the corridor.

“Hmm, I don’t know… Maybe we should keep an eye on things for now in case the next loop is the official start.” Arthur carefully eyes up every detail in the area, pointing each thing out and deciding that he’ll keep an eye on the left hand side of the room and y/n will observe the right side for anomalies. As the character turns the corner, the love birds see the instructions written as a station sign and realise the game’s now officially starting.

The pair have a rocky start, missing 3 separate anomalies and restarting from zero each time. But on their fourth loop, y/n is first to successfully identify an anomaly. “Arthur! There’s a door missing, there’s usually three.” Arthur whips the character’s POV round to a blank spot on the wall.

“Oh! You’re right! How did I miss that?” Arthur exclaims, shifting his eyes up to the camera in surprise.

“Because it’s on my side, silly.” Y/n teases. Arthur turns the character round and heads back, as the rules state, and they start the second loop.

“I know, but still, such a big thing missing and I didn’t notice.” Arthur mumbles, pretending to sulk over not being the first to spot an anomaly. “Those eyes of yours are truly magnificent.” He adds without thinking, turning his head and gazing sweetly at his girlfriend.

“Whose, mine or this guy’s?” Y/n quickly asks, defusing any chance of viewers flipping out by referencing the NPC on screen. She avoids his eyes but watches him snap his head back to the game.

“Obviously this guy’s — OHH! He’s staring right at me!” Arthur screams before turning the character and running back.

“That’s so creepy!” Y/n chuckles, fighting the urge to cosy up to Arthur, unsure of any big scares that may come.

They get pretty far into the game, having been recording for just over 35 minutes, reaching level 7. “One more level to go and we’re done.” Arthur states to the camera, conveying the seriousness of the in-game situation. The pair make a point to double check both of their ‘sides’.

“Arthur, stop a sec.” Y/n instructs, her eyes locked on the screen. “Look at that middle door and take a few steps right.” Arthur does as she says. The second door is slightly open with a still smiling woman looking directly at the player. “Oh my god that’s terrifying!” Y/n bellows as she shivers, instinctively moving her body closer to Arthur, before playing it off by faking another shiver and sitting back in her original position. Arthur is equally freaked out, his mouth hanging open as he turns the character around.

“So, so creepy.” He adds. As the character turns the corner slowly, he flips the POV back and yelps, purposefully startling y/n. She shrieks.

“Arthur! What the hell?!” She giggles nervously. “I nearly pissed on your lovely stool!”

Arthur laughs hard. “I’m sorry baby.” He replies softly, leaning back to kiss her just under her ear. They both freeze, starting at each other, then Arthur looks to his camera. He shakes his head and chuckles. “Looks like I’m editing this one myself!” Crisis averted.

They complete the game as normal and finish the video. Y/n helping Arthur unplug his recording equipment. “This might be a weird question Arth,” y/n begins, Arthur looking to her with an inquisitive hum, “but maybe it’s not so bad if your editors see us be affectionate. Maybe this can be used as a hard launch?”

Arthur pauses to think. “I don’t know, I’m not sure if I’m ready for the world to know our beautiful little secret just yet.”

“OK, that’s fair enough.” Y/n slowly nods. Maybe he’s right. The pair haven’t dropped the L-bombs yet, so maybe any kind of launch is too soon. “It is kind of fun having this little secret.” She adds. While it’s true, she’d also love to be able to go out on dates, hold hands in public, and not have to tiptoe around her words and body language. However, she chooses not to push Arthur out of respect for his feelings.

17 DAYS UNTIL NOW:

Y/n finds herself yet again with the boys and Becky, filming another pub challenge for ChrisMD's channel. On one team is y/n, George, and Arthur Hill; with Arthur, Becky, and Chris on the other. They’d been playing pub bingo, all football themed, and had stopped at their third pub.

It’s rowdy, but luckily for the group it wasn’t because they’d been spotted, but because it's 6pm on a Friday. A group of drunk 20 or 30-something lads spot the cameras and join the group’s table, naturally. Chris kindly explains the video when one of the men recognise him specifically and asks for a photo. The crew continue filming, with the men's consent. One of the other men crouches down at the end of the table, where y/n and Becky are sitting opposite each other. The guy’s mate then joins behind him, squatting slightly. Both men are very intrigued by the girls.

The guy at the front looks at Becky, a mischievous smirk on his lips. “My mate Dave here fancies you.” He states, gesturing his head back to his friend. Dave shooting her a nod. When Arthur’s done taking the photo of Chris and his fan, his attention shoots over to the girls, more importantly y/n. Just in time too, as the crouching guy then turns to her and eyes her up and down.

“Whereas I like the look of you. I’m Terry.” He reaches out his hand her way, which she hesitantly shakes politely.

“Charming!” She laughs, her tone half sarcastic and half friendly, hoping he’ll leave her alone. Arthur’s not even subtle with the daggers he’s staring at this Terry guy.

“You single?” He asks before taking a sip of his beer. He then leans in more towards y/n and her eyes widen slightly, leaning herself back. All the boys are keeping their eyes on these two men carefully now, while Becky is chatting to Dave in a more mutually friendly conversation. Arthur’s jaw clenches as he sees the discomfort on his girlfriend’s face, but feels powerless as he’s sat at the opposite end of the table with no quick way to step in. She’s in quite a predicament, being completely unaware that the cameras are all off now, she politely answers: “I’m not interested, sorry.”

Terry laughs before bellowing: “Learn to listen love, I asked if you were single, not if you’re interested.” Chris immediately puts his hand on Arthur’s shoulder, as if to tell him not to react. Terry's loud choice of words catches Becky and Dave's attention too.

“Woah.” George coos, holding his hand up and in front of y/n, knowing Arthur is too far away to defuse the situation.

“I heard you, Terry, but whether I’m single or not doesn’t change the fact that I’m not interested.” Y/n awkwardly chuckles as she leans more towards George to feel safer, standing her ground whilst also trying not to anger the overstepping man.

Terry scoffs. “Now now, you don’t have to be a lippy slag about it.” He jabs, gesturing towards her angrily with his pint and spilling a bit of beer on her. Arthur immediately stands up, not evening thinking. Hill, who's sitting opposite him, also stands up, leaning over to get Arthur’s attention. Arthur ignores him as he stares harshly into the drunk’s eyes, Terry looking back at him in confusion.

“Leave it, Arthur, leave it.” Hill instructs to Arthur, but it falls on death ears. The crew taking more action too, one of them fetching the pub's security. Chris also stands, squeezing Arthur’s shoulder again while Becky naturally starts swearing at Terry.

“Now what’s his fucking problem?” Terry asks, aggressively pointing his finger towards Arthur with his free hand while his mate Dave tries pulling him away.

“You, obviously.” Arthur replies firmly. Terry scoffs again, swaying slightly as his friend apologises on his behalf, but he's not budging. George instinctively puts his arm around y/n and pulls her even closer to him while she dabs at the spillage on her lap.

Becky slides off her bench, with a male filming crew member at her side, they step round Dave and Terry and she rushes to y/n. “George, take us to the toilets.” She whispers quick. He and Arthur share a nod as the three head to the ladies’ room, George of course planning on waiting outside. Just as y/n leaves the table, Terry reaches out towards her ass, but misses luckily.

“What the fuck are you doing?!” Y/n hears Arthur shout from behind her, but her legs don’t stop rushing towards the toilets.

“Ignore it, we’ll sort it.” George states as he stands to the side of the door. He watches on as the bar staff ask the drunken man and his group to leave, while respectfully asking the YouTubers to keep their language and voices down for the rest of the night. Becky checks on y/n, who is just tipsy enough to not get too upset by the situation.

“He loves you, you know.” Becky smiles, lightening the mood. Y/n grins too, feeling giddy at how Arthur reacted now that the shock has died down.

“I’ve never seen him like that before.” Is all y/n can say, a mix of feelings rushing through her faster than the cocktail she had ordered.

“Me neither, but it’s nice to know he can protect you without being too daft about it, isn’t it?” Becky adds, y/n’s smile growing as she nods in agreement. As y/n wipes more of the beer off her with toilet roll, she gets a text from George informing her that the annoying guys have gone and the table has calmed down. They exit together and Arthur immediately darts their way.

“Y/n, are you OK?” His eyes are laced with concern as his hands slide up to her shoulders. Y/n shoots him a dopey smile.

“You’re my hero.”

—————

Arthur let’s y/n into his new flat, she lazily kicks her shoes off and drops her jacket and bag to the floor. They’d finished filming just fine. Chris had informed the group that he’ll do a voice over explaining a rough version of what happened in the pub, and their fun was thankfully not ruined in the end.

Y/n heads to the lounge area and flops on the sofa, as Arthur fetches the pair a glass of water each. He joins her and holds her hand gently in his. “I don’t wanna put a downer on the overall fun day we had, but that incident in the pub scared me today.” He says softly.

Y/n sits up and faces him more. “Sadly that’s what it’s like being a woman, some men are just like that.” She replies, rubbing her thumb along the back of his hand soothingly.

“I know that and trust me, I hate it, but…” Arthur trails off a little as his tipsy mind puts together the words, “I felt awful, really bad. Like it’s my fault.”

Stilling her movements, y/n watches Arthur’s face as she waits for him to continue, feeling confused.

“Like, you couldn’t say you had a boyfriend because of, and I couldn’t swoop in and say ‘hey, that’s my girlfriend’.” He elaborates, guilt written all over his face.

“Arthur, the way you stood up to that weirdo tonight was perfect in this scenario. And the others did a great job at keeping me safe too, because you’re all good people.” Y/n coos.

“I guess I feel partly responsible for what happened today, because it's me who's hesitant to announce our relationship.” He adds.

“Arthur, no-"

“And it’s stupid because I’ve been putting it off until I found the perfect way to tell you how I feel about you.” He holds both of her hands tightly in his as he word-vomits, “That just when I thought I had met all the best people in my life, you showed up dressed in a bloody postman outfit and I was a damn dog. I honestly think it was love at first sight. I was... hooked from the moment you spoke to me. I gravitated towards you the way plants lean towards the sunlight.” His voice cracks as he forgets to control his pitch and volume.

Y/n’s eyes begin tearing up as she beams ear to ear. Arthur continues: “And I’m so proud to call you my girlfriend. It pains me sometimes to not be able to show affection to you whenever I want. I crave your touch as much as my lungs need oxygen. I just-“

“Arthur!”

He stops and takes a breath, realising how much he babbled. “Hm?”

“I love you too.”

He yanks her into an almost back-breaking hug. “You really do?” He asks quietly as he pulls away.

“Of course I do Arth!” She giggles as her eyes twinkle. He bows his head with glee and gives her another tight hug, while she calmly lists all the things she loves about him, before they accidentally fall asleep on the sofa.

16 DAYS UNTIL NOW:

The sound of her phone vibrating on the kitchen counter startles her. Immediately feeling pressure on her body, she peers down to see Arthur laying against her, snoring lightly. "Baby," she whispers gently, giving his back a small tap. He snorts awake and looks up at his girlfriend, the morning sunlight near blinding him.

"Morning angel," He mumbles with a croaky voice, "oh, we slept out here. Oops." He sits up slowly and rubs his eyes as y/n stretches. Arthur kisses her cheek before going to refill a glass of water and turning on the kettle. Y/n follows him to grab her phone from the counter, it's a text from Becky asking if she's OK after what happened yesterday. Y/n pauses for a moment when the pub situation flashes in her head. That scary Terry, the way Arthur stood up for her, the rest of the filming being a success, Arthur's confession. Wait. Arthur's confession.

"You want a cuppa?" He asks sweetly. She looks up at him. Her hero, the man who loves her. She nods as a smile creeps up on her lips. She starts texting Becky back, saying Arthur dropped the L-bomb on her last night, but stops herself in case she's misremembering.

"Arth?" She starts, her voice breaking from the rowdy night before. He turns to her, his chocolate eyes sparkling.

"Do you remember what happened yesterday?" She asks innocently enough and Arthur chuckles.

"The bad thing or the really really good thing?" Arthur questions in return. Aha.

"Wait, I wasn't dreaming?" Y/n replied with a huge grin.

Arthur laughs as he continues making their drinks. "It was a dream come true for me, but no, it wasn't a dream." He hands her a cup.

"You looooove me." She teases. Arthur's eyes go wide.

"Wait, what?" Arthur exclaims.

Y/n bursts into laughter. "Nice try, you bully."

Arthur sets his cup down. "That was a bit mean, wasn't it?" He chuckles as leans down and kisses her above her eyebrow. "Of course I love you, how could I not?"

4 DAYS UNTIL NOW:

Feeling brave, the pair sit across from each other at Arthur's favourite fancy restaurant. He's been dying to take y/n there since the day they first met.

Arthur already knows his go-to while y/n eyes up the menu. "So, I was thinking of uploading our Exit 8 video next." He informs her, a soft smile across his face.

"Oh? You've finished editing?" Y/n asks, peeping up from the menu.

"Yes. All of it." He replies. His girlfriend nods with a sweet smile, then resumes looking for something to eat. "Y/n, all of it." Arthur clarifies, reaching across and placing his hand on hers. Y/n's wide eyes dart back up to him.

"All of it, like, all of it?" She questions, a grin spreading across her face as Arthur nods. "We're really doing this?" She adds.

"We really are." Arthur replies proudly.

30 MINUTES UNTIL NOW:

Side by side on y/n's sofa, they click on Arthur's Exit 8 video on her TV. It just went live, and they excitedly watch it together. Almost immediately, the spot exchanged glances neither were even aware of. "It's a good job this is happening because there's no way myself or any of my editors could've edited around those." Arthur points out gleefully.

"You would've had to scrap the whole video it seems." Y/n chuckles in response. Arthur peers down at y/n's genuine smile and wraps his arm around her, pulling her into him as they continue watching. They get to the moment where Arthur compliments y/n's eyes and they both giggle at how un-subtle it was. Then they get to the kiss on the cheek. Arthur left it unedited, no silly edits, just a raw sweet gesture.

"Tiktok's gonna explode." Y/n states with a grin. The video ends and Arthur scrolls down to the comment section and they take turns reading the comments out loud with pride.

Commenter1: A KISS????? "BABY"?????????? HELLO ↳ Commenter2: fr I'm about to crash out I KNEW IT

Commenter3: 6:23 the magnificent eyes comment omggggg ↳ Commenter3: wait. the kiss.....

Commenter4: y/ntv gang im too excited and impatient to do the whole video rn when's the kiss ↳ Commenter5: it's at 21:47 you won't miss it trust me 🥲 ↳ Commenter6: 21:28 its just a kiss on the cheek but its still so fcking cute!!!

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any george or arthur angst 🙏

a little inspiration from the new platform roulette...

hurt.

that's how she felt whenever she heard arthur deny the relationship that they had been settled into for the last seven months. with every joke about being single and every joke about being with a woman alongside every laugh he let out when one of his friends made a joke about his dating life and his one-liners in an attempt to pick up women, it tore into her and broke her just a little more each time.

at first, it was something she was really thankful for. he wanted their relationship to be taken slowly, at a pace she was comfortable with, so she wasn't scared off by the way her whole life would become a whirlwind of chaos once his fans knew who she was. from the way her social media would have taken off to the way she'd have been a name they searched for online alongside his own to the way her name would have been in tweets and comments on his instagram, in both nice ways and hated ways. and, he wanted to protect her from the nonsense that she would have been flooded with.

but now?

now she wanted to show him off. she wanted to be shown off. she wanted to live their life together in public and not have to feel like she was being hidden away anymore. she wanted to be taken on dates, double dates, she wanted to share their relationship online with their little milestones, and she wanted to partake in the videos their friends post online without being kept in the background.

she didn't want to hide away anymore.

"people speculate about us anyway so would it be such a problem if we told them what they wanted to hear?"

what had started out as a peaceful night at home, waiting for the long-awaited release of arthur's appearance in platform roulette, had soon turned into a night full of anger and upset. their dinner getting forgotten about, the bottle of wine on the table being ignored and the tv had been paused on a moment that yn couldn't just let slide.

"you might be ready but," he runs his hands through his hair and tugs on the strands that his fingers managed to catch in his fists, "i might not be as ready as you. i don't want to rush things."

"oh, come on, arthur," she scoffs heavily and places her hands on her hips, "we've been together for seven months, can't you see where i'm coming from? or are you that blindsided and scared that you'll lose your fanbase because you won't be the cute, single man in videos anymore?"

the silence that soon followed was deafening.

and thick.

suffocating her with regret because she knew she spoke the words before she could think about how she wanted to get her point across to him. her heart dropped in her chest, almost the pit of her stomach, and she couldn't bring herself to look at him because she knows he'll pull a face that would break her into bits.

"you think i care more about the numbers on my socials than you?"

"that's how i'm feeling right now, arthur."

"do you know how stupid you sound right now?" his voice was thick and laced with anger, the words rolling off his tongue with a hiss, and it dawned on her that, maybe, there was a better way to have brought the topic up and not to cause a fight, "because you sound absolutely ridiculous."

"how would you feel if i went online and started acting exactly how you do in these youtube videos? pretending to be single with such a terrible dating life?"

his silence was just the answer she needed.

"exactly."

all yn could do was busy herself as she collected their dirty plates, food having gone stone-cold and wasted, trying her best to ignore how she was feeling deep down. she hated arguing with him, and the feeling was mutual from arthur, because she hadn't brought up her thoughts with the intentions of picking a fight.

"what do you want me to do, yn?"

"i want to feel like you care about me. i want to feel like you love me enough to show off how happy you are," she glances at him and he stands in the middle of the room like a lost puppy, completely unaware of what to do in that moment, "are you embarrassed of me?"

"embarrassed?"

"it's not a trick question, arthur," she grumbles lowly, scraping off the food from the plates and placing them in the kitchen sink, "are you or aren't you?"

"why would i be embarrassed of you? i have no reason to feel like that towards you, at all," his voice gets louder and she soon realises he's in the kitchen with her, his presence filling the room and she hears the wine glasses, that were in his hands, being set down on the side unit, "i'm far from embarrassed of you."

"then why won't you make us public?"

he gulps back the lump in his throat and leans against the counter, bending his elbows and resting his hands on the edge to keep his body propped up, and it's the first time where they're looking at each other without darkness taking over.

"i'm scared for you," he admits softly, "i want nothing more than to be able to talk about you, about us, with my friends in the videos we film out and about. but i know how brutal people can be and i don't want you to be a victim of social hatred because of who you're with."

"you can't just assume that, though."

"i've seen it happen to my friends, yn," he says; because he had. he'd heard stories about how chip's girlfriend struggled to adapt to his life as a youtuber, how theo's partner would read about herself online to see what people were talking about, how shannon felt when she was with chris. he'd heard it all and seen it all happen. "i didn't want you to tear yourself apart, to become a shell of yourself, because of some of the bullshit people write online."

the words wants to come out but she couldd't speak.

she'd overreacted and it definitely dawned on her, in that moment, that it was something that didn't need to be argued over.

"i just want to keep you safe, yn. that's all."

[livvymd]

Suffocate Me Sweetly. | WillNE x Reader(MDNI)

very short, just something i wrote bc i was bored!!its bad.

The room was bathed in the soft, warm glow of the setting sun, casting a golden hue over everything. You and Will were curled up on the couch, his arm draped possessively around your shoulders. He was engrossed in his phone, the screen casting a cool blue light on his face, while you felt a growing need for more of his attention.

"You're so quiet," Will murmured, his thumb still swiping across the screen.

"You're on your phone," you pouted, tracing idle patterns on his chest. "I feel neglected."

Will chuckled, looking up from his phone with a soft smile. "Sorry, babe. Just finishing up some work emails. What's on your mind?"

You bit your lip, considering your next move. You wanted something more, something new, but the words stuck in your throat. You took a deep breath, trying to gather the courage to speak. "I was thinking... maybe we could try something different," you started, your voice barely above a whisper.

Will's face lit up with enthusiasm. "Different? Oh, like a new movie or maybe we could try that recipe for chocolate lava cake I saw online. I've been wanting to bake something new," he suggested, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

You hesitated, your heart pounding in your chest. You wanted to tell him, but the words seemed to evaporate on your tongue. You changed your mind, shaking your head. "It's nothing," you murmured, looking away.

Will set his phone down, giving you his full attention. He cupped your chin, turning your face towards him. "Hey, talk to me," he said softly. "You know you can tell me anything."

You took a deep breath, your nerves getting the better of you. "It's just... I was thinking... never mind, it's silly," you rambled, your cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

Will's thumb brushed gently against your cheek. "Nothing you say is silly to me," he reassured you. "Come on, tell me what you were thinking."

You bit your lip, gathering your courage. "I was thinking... maybe we could try something new, something more intimate," you started, your voice barely above a whisper.

Will's eyes widened slightly, curiosity and a hint of nervousness flashing across his face. "Intimate? Like what?" he asked, genuinely intrigued.

You took a deep breath, the words tumbling out before you could change your mind again. "Face riding," you blurted out, your cheeks flushing a deep red.

Will's eyes widened in surprise, and for a moment, he looked taken aback. Then, a slow smile spread across his face as understanding and excitement dawned on him. "Face riding, huh?" he repeated, his voice a mix of surprise and desire.

You nodded, your nerves heightening with anticipation. Will shifted, lying back on the couch and patting his chest. "Come here," he said, his voice low and husky.

You straddled his chest, your heart racing as you felt his warm breath against your thighs. He reached up, cupping your face in his hands, and pulled you down into a deep, passionate kiss. His lips were soft and insistent, his tongue exploring your mouth with a familiar yet thrilling intensity. You moaned softly, melting into him, your hands tangling in his hair.

Will's hands roamed down your body, tracing the curve of your waist, the flare of your hips. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of your shorts and panties, slowly pulling them down. You lifted your hips to help him, your breath hitching as the cool air hit your exposed skin.

He broke the kiss, his eyes locking onto yours as he tossed your clothes aside. "You're so beautiful," he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire.

You felt a flush of heat spread through you at his words. You shifted your position, inching lower on his body until you were straddling his face. You could feel his hot breath against your most intimate places, and it sent a shiver of anticipation down your spine.

Will's hands gripped your hips, his fingers digging into your soft flesh. He pulled you down gently, his tongue finding your clit with unerring precision. You gasped, your head falling back as waves of pleasure washed over you. He lapped and sucked, his technique expert and unhurried, drawing out your pleasure with a slow, deliberate rhythm.

You began to move, grinding against his face, your hips rolling in a sensual dance. Will's hands slid up to your breasts, his thumbs circling your nipples through your shirt, adding another layer of sensation. You moaned, your body trembling with need.

Will's own desire was evident, his erection straining against his pants. You reached down, your fingers brushing against the bulge, feeling his heat and hardness. He groaned into you, the vibration sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body.

You continued to ride his face, your movements becoming more urgent, more desperate. Will's tongue and lips worked in perfect harmony, pushing you closer and closer to the edge. You could feel your orgasm building, a coiled spring ready to snap.

"Will," you gasped, your body trembling. "I'm close."

He redoubled his efforts, his tongue and lips working faster, more insistently. You cried out, your body convulsing as you came, your juices coating his face. Will groaned, his own release following shortly after, his body shuddering beneath you.

As you both came down from your high, you collapsed onto the couch beside him, your bodies slick with sweat. Will pulled you into his arms, his face still glistening with the evidence of your pleasure.

"You're incredible," he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

You smiled, snuggling closer to him. "We make quite the team," you replied, your voice filled with contentment as your eyes fluttered closed.

[finchyclarkemd]

Things you don’t remember

~Angst/fluff~

The first time you see him, he's leaning against the hospital doorframe like he’s holding up the whole damn world with one shoulder. He doesn’t speak right away. Just stares.

You study him, trying to place the dark circles under his eyes, the tired set of his jaw, the way his hands stay clenched at his sides like he’s holding something back- grief, maybe. Or worse: hope.

The nurse clears her throat behind him. “Mr. Clarke… she’s awake.”

He walks in like the floor might shatter beneath him.

“You don’t remember me,” he says, voice rough.

You blink. The name sounds vaguely familiar, but so does your own, and neither comes with a face. You try to find something in his eyes that stirs recognition, some warmth or flicker of home, but there’s just… blank space.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper. “Should I?”

He exhales, and it’s the saddest sound you’ve ever heard. Like a man mourning something still alive.

“I’m George,” he says. “George Clarke. I-” He swallows. “We were engaged.”

Your breath catches. You glance down at your hands instinctively, searching for a ring. It’s not there. Of course it’s not. You don't even remember what love feels like. But when he steps closer, voice low, he says your name like a secret only he knows. Like someone who’s said it a thousand times, through laughter, through tears, through every version of you that you've forgotten. And in that moment, though your mind doesn't recognise him- your heart clenches like maybe, just maybe, it still does.

You stare at George like maybe if you look long enough, something will click into place. It doesn’t.

“I don’t feel anything,” you say quietly, and immediately regret the words. His expression doesn’t change, but something in his posture does, like he’s been punched in the chest but refuses to fall.

He nods once, like he’s been preparing for this.

“That’s okay,” he says. “I didn’t come here expecting a miracle.”

You look down at the blanket on your lap, fingers fidgeting with the edge. “Then why did you come?”

He hesitates. Then: “Because I made you a promise. And you don’t remember it, but I do.”

Your eyes lift slowly. “What promise?”

George steps closer, then pulls a small, weathered notebook from his coat pocket. It’s old, edges frayed, the pages inside bent and loved. He holds it out to you, but doesn’t let go when you take it.

“You told me,” he says, voice like gravel, “if anything ever happened to you, if you ever forgot, you wanted me to bring this. You said it had the truth in it. Not just facts, but... the way things felt.”

You gently tug it free from his hand. On the front, in your own handwriting, are the words: “Just in case.”

You open it.

Page one is a sketch of a coffee mug. His, you think. The caption underneath reads: He drinks it black and complains every time, but won’t admit he likes it that way.

Page two is a scribbled quote: "I think I could love him forever. Maybe I already do."

You look up at him. His jaw is tight, eyes unreadable.

“How long were we together?” you ask.

He swallows. “Four years.”

“And I don’t remember any of it?”

“No.” His voice is barely audible now. “But I do. Every day.”

You flip through the pages- doodles, ticket stubs, half-finished thoughts. Every one of them proof that something real existed between you. That it wasn’t just his memory holding you here. It was yours, too, tucked into paper and ink.

“Do you want me to stay?” he asks. “I won’t push. But I’ll stay as long as you let me.”

You look at him, and even though your mind is still a fog, there’s something grounding about his presence. Like gravity, pulling you toward something you don’t understand but maybe want to.

You nod.

“Stay.”

George visits the hospital every day. He doesn’t bring flowers or balloons like the others. Instead, he brings pieces of the life you used to share. The first day, it’s a playlist.

“Your favourite songs,” he says, setting his phone gently on your bedside table. “You said music made you feel things faster than memory ever could.”

You don’t say anything. But when he leaves, you press play. By the third song, your chest aches with a feeling you can’t name.

The next day, he brings your cat.

“He hated me at first,” he admits as the nurse raises an eyebrow, “but I bribed him with tuna and dignity.”

The cat, Garfield, is unimpressed by the sterile room but curls instantly into your lap like he knows exactly where he belongs. Like he knows you. And maybe, for a moment, you believe you know you, too.

Each day, George brings another puzzle piece.

A Polaroid of the two of you at a winter market, noses red, hot chocolate in hand.

A chipped ceramic mug with your initials and a tiny heart carved in the bottom.

A dog-eared copy of Jane Eyre with sarcastic notes scribbled in the margins.

“We used to argue about whether Rochester deserved redemption,” he says one evening. “You said he didn’t. I said he was just a man who made mistakes.”

You pause, gaze drifting over his face.

“And now?” you ask softly.

George smiles, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. “Now I think maybe we both were right.”

You start to ask more questions. Not big ones. Just quiet, everyday things.

“How did we meet?” “At a bookshop. You made fun of my Hemingway pick. I pretended not to care.”

“What was our first fight?” “You were convinced I didn’t like your cooking. I was just scared I’d mess things up if I admitted I did.”

“What did I say when I told you I loved you?” George looks down at his hands. “You didn’t say it. You wrote it. On a napkin. Slid it across the table like a secret.”

You feel the echo of it, just a tremor, but it’s there.

One afternoon, as the sun spills gold across the hospital floor, George sits beside you, close but not touching. His hand hovers near yours, respectful of the distance between the past and the now.

“Do you ever… resent me for forgetting?” you ask quietly.

His gaze doesn’t waver. “Never. Losing you once was enough. I’d rather have the pieces than nothing at all.”

Your throat tightens. And then, for the first time, you reach for his hand. Not because you remember. But because something inside you wants to.

It happens on a Tuesday. The sky is grey, the kind of heavy-clouded quiet that feels like it’s waiting for something. You and George sit on a bench just outside the hospital’s rehab wing. It’s your first real time outdoors since the accident. Everything feels too sharp. The air, the light, the smell of wet pavement.

George unwraps a sandwich but doesn’t eat it. He’s watching you again. He always does when you’re not looking. Like if he stares hard enough, he can will your memories back. You don’t mind. You’re starting to look at him, too.

He says something about a coffee shop you both used to visit Cedar’s describes it with the kind of affection that feels like a prayer: mismatched chairs, cinnamon in the air, the table by the window you always stole because you liked the light. You blink. Your fingers tighten around the Styrofoam cup in your hands. The cold coffee sloshes.

“Wait,” you say, voice suddenly thin.

George freezes. “What?”

You close your eyes. There’s something. Cinnamon. Wood polish. A squeaky chair. A sound. Your laugh? His. A moment: his hand brushing yours across a chipped table. The curve of his smile when he looked at you like you were the only thing that made sense.

“I remember… that table,” you whisper. “Just for a second. You… you spilled something. I think it was tea? I made fun of you.”

He doesn’t speak. You open your eyes and see the look on his face, pure disbelief, breaking slowly into something softer, something wild with hope.

His voice is hushed. “You always made fun of me when I spilled tea. You said I held the cup like it owed me money.”

You let out a breathy laugh, startled by the sound of it. There’s no full scene. No name. No clarity. Just a flicker. A sensation. But it’s yours. And it’s real.

You glance at him. “It was chamomile.”

George nods once. His throat moves like he’s swallowing something sharp.

“Yeah,” he says, smiling like a man who’s been holding his breath for weeks. “It was.”

You don’t reach for him this time. But you lean just slightly in his direction. And that’s enough, for now.

It’s raining again. A cold, slanting drizzle that turns the sidewalks into mirrors and blurs the world into greyscale. You’re back in the hospital lounge, curled under a too-thin blanket, flipping through the memory notebook George gave you. You’ve read the same five pages for days now, waiting for something else to surface.

He stands at the window, arms folded, jaw tight. Silent. You can feel the storm in him before he says a word.

“George?”

He doesn’t turn around.

You set the notebook down, uneasy. “Is something wrong?”

He laughs, but it’s brittle. “Wrong? No. Not at all. I’m just watching it rain on the day that should’ve been our wedding anniversary. So, no… nothing’s wrong.”

The words land like stones in your chest.

You sit up, slowly. “I didn’t know…”

“I know,” he says sharply, then softens. “Of course you didn’t. That’s the point, isn’t it?”

He finally turns. His eyes are tired. Not angry. Just… tired. The kind of tired that lives in the bones.

“I’ve been trying not to say this,” he murmurs. “I’ve told myself over and over that it’s selfish, that you’ve been through enough. But it’s killing me, watching you look at me like I’m a stranger.”

You flinch. Not because of his tone, but because he’s right.

“I never wanted to make you feel like-”

“Like I don’t exist anymore?” he finishes. “Like the last four years of my life evaporated the moment your head hit the dashboard?”

You look down at your hands. Shame rises hot in your throat.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper.

George exhales, dragging his hand through his hair. “I’m not mad at you,” he says, quieter now. “God, I’m not. I’m mad at fate, or the universe, or the idiot who ran that red light. I just… I don’t know how much longer I can keep pretending this doesn’t hurt.”

You meet his gaze. And for the first time, you really see it. The cracks behind his calm, the way love and grief have been eating him alive in silence.

“I remember chamomile tea,” you say suddenly. “And the cinnamon. And you… smiling at me, that way you do.”

His breath catches.

“I know it’s not much,” you add. “But it’s something, isn’t it?”

He walks over slowly, kneels in front of your chair like you might disappear if he moves too fast.

“It’s everything,” he says.

And then, for the first time, you reach for him. Not out of obligation, or guilt, or the faint echo of who you were, but because you want to. And maybe that’s the beginning of a new memory.

Spring comes softly. It creeps in through the windows of your new apartment. Smells like rain on warm pavement and the hint of lilacs blooming somewhere unseen. The air hums with quiet promise.

George is in the kitchen, sleeves rolled up, brow furrowed in deep concentration over an omelet that’s probably going to fall apart. He still can’t cook. You’ve confirmed that much.

You lean against the doorway, watching him with a warmth you can’t explain. Or maybe you can. You just don’t have all the pieces yet.

“I remember something new,” you say.

He freezes. Slowly turns.

“Oh?” he says carefully. Hope flickers in his eyes, but it’s guarded now. He’s learned not to expect too much. You walk over to the table, where a familiar mug waits. Chipped. Painted blue. You pick it up.

“You used to bring me tea in this,” you say. “You’d pretend you didn’t know which one I liked, but you always got it right.”

George says nothing for a long moment.

Then he smiles. Not the broken, uncertain kind you saw in the hospital, but something real. Full. Alive.

“I never forgot you,” he says softly. “Not even for a second.”

You take the mug in both hands. It feels like yours again. Like home.

“I think…” you pause, feeling your heartbeat rise. “I think I want to fall in love with you. All over again. From the beginning.”

George crosses the room in two steps, but he doesn’t rush. He touches your face gently, like you’re fragile porcelain. Like you’re sacred.

“You don’t have to fall,” he whispers. “You can choose me. Every day. I’ll do the same.”

You nod.

“I choose you.”

And that’s the truth of it, in the end: The memories may come back. They may not. But love isn’t always something you remember. Sometimes, it’s something you decide to build, again. Together.

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First time writing again in a while! I hope you enjoyed! I will try and post a little more now university has finished.

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[whereforarthur]

Masterlist~

All of my work compiled in one place. Please like and reblog if you enjoy them, feedback is greatly appreciated. Requests are open!

(Updated 11/18/2024) 

(X) = coming soon

ItalianBach~

Fluff: 

You’re The Only Man I Want to Kiss

- Isaac and his girlfriend y/n react to Women Rank Men by Kissing

Smut:

Ménage à trois (Threesome w/ ArthurTv)

- Who knew fan fictions could cause so much pleasure?

Ménage à trois (Part 2)

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

ArthurTV~

Angst:

Unrequited Love Hurts Like A Bitch

- Being in love with your best friend sucks, especially when he doesn't feel the same way

Unrequited Love Hurts Like A Bitch (Part 2)

- Soulmates are two best friends who fell in love

Fluff: 

Being Stuck in an Elevator Never Looked so Good?

- Getting trapped in an elevator with your favorite YouTuber, was not what you had planned for today

Love At First Podcast

- Falling in love with you was easy

Smut:

"Women weaken legs"

- After your boyfriend Arthur was in boxing training camp and was forced to go 6-8 weeks without distractions and sex, he goes feral for his girlfriend when he gets out

Ménage à trois (Threesome w/ ItalianBach)

- Who knew fan fictions could cause so much pleasure?

Ménage à trois (Part 2)

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

The Two Arthur’s (with Arthur Hill)

- Virgin!Reader goes to her friends for comfort not expecting them to comfort her in such a way

George Clarkey~

Fluff: 

Musicians want to be the loud voice for so many quiet hearts - Reader is a famous singer and George follows her on tour and fans speculate they’re dating.

Wedding Day Bliss~ - George Clarke marries the love of his life

Dating Headcanons for George Clarke

I'll wear your name on my heart til I die

- The turmoils and happiness that comes with giving birth

Smut:

Tummy Obsessed Much? - George's favorite body part on his girlfriend is her stomach

Wedding Night Bliss~

- A fluffy smut of the events that transpired after your and George's wedding night.

It’s Good to Be Home

- could you do a clarkey version of homecoming?

A Night In

- A perfect night in with your boyfriend is very pleasurable

It's Been Way Too Long

- “I think I'd miss you even if we never met.”

Love and Hate Are Blurred Lines

- “How would it be.. if all my hate disappeared like my youth, if after all this time his very hatred of me turned out to be something gentle, some kind of love.”

Caught Red Handed

- Who knew taking a risk could lead to this much pleasure?

So Much Restraint

ChrisMD~

Angst:

We'll Never Last

- It hurts to be something, it's worse to be nothing with you

Fluff: 

Fate is in The Stars (PlusSize!Reader)

- A chance encounter at a concert leads to more than you expected

Drunk and Touchy

- Chris fluff where he's a bit tipsy and can't keep his hands off his girlfriend

I Didn't Know Punk Girls Blushed

- Golden retriever boy falls for punk grumpy girl

What If We Were More Than Friends?

- Falling in love as best friends was unexpected

Smut:

Arthur Hill~

Angst:

Brother's Flatmate

- George’s sister and Arthur can’t stand each other, right?!?

Fluff: 

Am I a Burden to You?

- Arthur’s been working a lot and y/n misses him, she brings this up and he gets angry and calls her ‘clingy’ before realising he messed up and makes it up to her (angst —> soft)

Piano Nights

- Y/N and Arthur meet at a musician's party, where she spots him and confidently pursues him. They sleep together, and they end up dating, leaving Arthur in awe and a massive simp.

Dating Headcanons for Arthur Hill

Smut:

“Sex is an Emotion in Motion”

- Arthur takes care of you after a rough night in the sheets

It’s painful, loving someone from afar.

- Y/N is on holiday with all of the boys and there’s tension between Arthur hill and her, and everyone can see it and they’re just waiting for something to happen. (Soft Smut)

Homecoming

- When Arthur returns from vacation, he misses his girlfriend greatly causing things to get freaky

The Two Arthur’s (with ArthurTv)

- Virgin!Reader goes to her friends for comfort not expecting them to comfort her in such a way

A Delightful Surprise

All~

Dating Headcanons

George Clarke

Arthur Hill

ArthurTV

ChrisMD (X)

ItalianBach (X)

Featuring more than 2 of the boys~

Poker Night Never Felt So Right

ArthurTv x Reader x George Clarke x Chrismd

A game of strip poker with your friends, goes a little further than anyone expected...

Said She Wanted Five Guys She Ain’t Talking about Burgers

Reader x George, Arthur Hill, Chris, Isaac and ArthurTv

Y/n shares her sexual intentions with five YouTubers. She invites them to join her fantasy, setting no limits on their actions. The group eagerly agrees, indulging in a passionate sexual encounter as they explore Y/n's desires one by one.

A/n: Let me know if anyone would like to be added to a taglist for all imagines or certain people!

[artvscvntymullet]

ALMOST, ALWAYS - ARTHUR TV

word count : 3400 words

content warnings : angst, alcohol consumption, suggested anxiety attack, confrontation, social media toxicity, language etc

A/N : i am obsessed with angst, can you tell?

masterlist here !!

You and Arthur met on someone else’s couch, in someone else’s YouTube video. One of those last-minute group challenges Chip threw together for content. You weren’t even meant to be there, just tagging along with George, your best friend, but someone dropped out, and suddenly you were center frame, awkwardly holding a mic and trying not to laugh.

Arthur was behind the camera, giving you a thumbs-up between takes.

Afterwards, in a moment that stuck with you way too long, he handed you a drink and said, "You’re funny when you’re nervous."

That was the beginning.

From there, it was a steady blur of collabs, chaotic shoot days, in-jokes the audience would never fully get. You and Arthur became inseparable, but always just shy of more. The comments shipped it. The fan edits were relentless. George teased you constantly.

"He looks at you like you hung the stars," George said once.

"He looks at everyone like that," you replied, even though you knew it wasn’t true.

You liked him. He liked you. But nothing ever happened. And then she showed up.

Arthur’s newest video was all over Instagram before it even dropped. People were hyping the thumbnail: soft lighting, a beautiful stranger in a green jacket laughing over coffee. She was fucking gorgeous

You watched the final cut in your flat with George. He paused it halfway through to side-eye you. "You okay?"

"Yeah," you said.

But your stomach twisted when you saw how he looked at her through the lens. Like maybe this time, the camera was telling the truth.

When Arthur posted a behind-the-scenes picture with her, it felt like something broke. She wasn't just a collab. She was something.

You didn’t ask. He didn’t tell you.

Sabina texted you the address with a heart emoji. You almost didn’t go. But Liv sent a voice note saying, "Everyone’s asking if you’re coming. You need to babe, don’t let him ruin it."

So you went. Dressed up. Showed up. Pretended.

The flat was packed, half YouTube, half TikTok. Chip was doing shots in the corner with Chris. Arthur Hill was already loud. Arthur was in the kitchen. So was she. You downed your vodka cranberry.

They looked perfect together. She was perched on the counter, legs swinging, laughing at something Arthur said. He looked happy.

George appeared beside you like clockwork. "You okay?"

You nodded, lied. "Sure."

Then she spotted you and walked over, smiling like a dagger.

"You’re Y/N, right? Arthur talks about you. Said you were like, his best mate."

Your smile cracked, "Yeah. We go way back."

She tilted her head. "I love how close your group is. It's cute."

George was at your side again before you could respond.

"Fucking hell, come on," he said. "Let’s get you another drink."

You spent the next hour drinking too fast, too much. Watching them. Laughing too loud at things that weren’t funny.

But the alcohol only made the ache worse. And now she kept looking at you like she knew. Like she could smell the heartbreak on you.

Everywhere you turned, there was another reminder. Arthur laughing at something she said. Her touching his arm like it belonged to her. People filming content and tagging them.

You wandered to the edge of the living room where Chip and Chris were filming a quick TikTok. Bach was behind the camera and Arthur was supposed to jump in next.

"You alright, Y/N?" Bach asked, catching your eye. He looked concerned. You just gave a queasy thumbs up and turned away.

"She doesn’t look alright," Chris muttered, watching you go.

You stumbled toward the kitchen again in search of something stronger to make the night go faster. Tried to find George but couldn’t. You saw her instead.

She smiled at you like she pitied you. Or worse, like she was bored of the whole situation.

"You don’t have to be weird about it, you know," she said, so softly, it was almost patronising.

You blinked. "Sorry?"

"I mean... you and Arthur. Whatever that was. I’m not trying to step on anything. He just... moved on, and to be honest, can't blame him - you're so not his type."

Your heart cracked open. "Right." You were too drunk, shaky - you couldn't let her get the better of you. Not here.

You left before she could see you cry. Bathroom, door locked. You sat down and lost it. Your hands were shaking. You couldn’t breathe.

Liv found you first. Then Sabina. They pulled you off the floor, got your makeup off and held your hand.

"He picked her," you whispered.

Sabina kissed your forehead. "Then he has no idea what he’s just lost, darling."

You stayed in the bathroom for ages. Because going out there meant seeing it all again and your heart couldn’t take it.

George was furious. He’d seen enough.

He found Arthur laughing in the kitchen with Chris and her, beer bottle in her hand like nothing was wrong.

George slammed his own bottle on the counter. "What the fuck is wrong with you?"

Arthur blinked. "What?"

"Y/N is in the bathroom crying her heart out. And you’re here like nothing happened?"

Arthur looked stunned and Chris froze. She had the cheek to raise an eyebrow, a small smirk playing on her lips.

"You knew," George spat. "You’ve always known how she felt. And instead of saying anything, you string her along and then bring her here like she means nothing to you."

Arthur's face fell, ears burning hot. "I didn’t mean to hurt her."

"But you did. And you’re too much of a coward to admit it."

People were staring now. Bach had stopped filming. Chip was watching, jaw tight.

Arthur tried to get a word in, but George wasn’t done. "You don’t get to call her your best friend and treat her like a backup plan. She’s not some safety net for when you get bored."

Arthur opened his mouth. Then closed it.

Because you were standing in the doorway. Eyes glassy, face pale, still swaying from the wine you'd gulped down in a hurry. But there, listening. You turned around and walked out.

You didn’t cry again until you were home.

Everything felt heavy. You stripped out of your party clothes and left them on the floor. Crawled into bed and sobbed, the heaviness of your heart weighing on you.

You didn’t sleep.

The next morning was worse. Your phone was blowing up with messages you didn’t open. George, Sabina, Liv. Even Chip. Arthur, too—his name haunting your notifications like a ghost you hadn’t buried.

Then the internet noticed. Someone at the party had uploaded a blurry video of the confrontation. George’s voice was crystal clear. "You don’t get to treat her like a backup plan!"

By midday, your name was trending. Fan accounts were dissecting it all; comparing clips, pulling receipts from old vlogs.

Then she tweeted: "Some people mistake friendship for flirting. Don’t be delusional hun x."

It blew up instantly. Replies flooded with clown emojis, screenshots of you and Arthur from the last year.

You muted everything. Still, it didn’t stop the ache and the humiliation. The part of you that still loved him.

George came over without asking. Let himself in, sat on the floor next to your bed. "We don’t have to talk. I’ll just be here."

So you cried until your chest hurt. And he stayed.

You ignored Arthur’s texts and his calls. You missed him, but not like this. He showed up at your flat, knuckles sore for knocking on the door for five straight minutes.

When you opened the door, he looked wrecked. "I messed up," he said.

"Yeah."

"I should’ve said something. A long time ago."

You crossed your arms. "Why didn’t you?"

"Because I didn’t want to lose you."

"And now?"

"Now I’m terrified that I already have."

You stared at him. "You really hurt me," you whispered.

"I know. I hate myself for it."

He stepped forward, voice shaking. "I didn’t choose her. I was scared. You mean everything to me, and if I messed it up, I couldn’t bear it. But not being with you is worse."

You shook your head. "You let me think I was crazy, you let me spiral."

"I know. I’m so sorry."

You stared at him, heart pounding.

"I love you," he said, eyes glassy. "I’ve always loved you, not as a backup. Not as a maybe. You were the only thing that ever felt real."

Your breath caught. Your chest ached. But the walls you built cracked just enough.

"I love you too," you said, barely audible.

He stepped closer. "Can I..." You nodded.

And this time, when he kissed you, it wasn’t almost.

It was always.

[clarkevision]

George Clarkey | Flowers of Regret

Summary: George goes on a lads holiday where he is unfaithful...

George Clarkey wasn’t just my boyfriend; he was my best friend, my partner in crime, and the person who could make even the worst days feel bearable. His laugh, the way it lit up his entire face, was something I couldn’t get enough of. From the moment we met, I felt like I’d found someone who truly got me.

Our relationship wasn’t perfect—what relationship is?—but it was ours. We’d spent late nights talking about everything from his YouTube channel to our dreams for the future. He wanted to grow his brand, keep making people laugh, and maybe one day settle down when the time felt right. I loved that about him—how he balanced ambition with warmth, never letting the pressures of his rising fame change who he was.

So when he told me he was going on a lads’ holiday to Ibiza with Arthur TV, Arthur Hill, and Chris, I wanted to be supportive. They’d been planning it for months—a chance to unwind, let loose, and celebrate the success of their channels.

“I’m happy for you,” I said one night as we curled up on the couch.

“You sure?” George asked, looking at me with those big, brown eyes of his. “I know Ibiza’s got a bit of a reputation, but it’s just going to be chill. Beach, drinks, banter. You know how it is.”

I forced a smile. “Of course. You deserve a break. Just... don’t forget to call me sometimes, okay?”

He grinned, pulling me closer. “I’d never forget about you.”

The first few days of the trip seemed harmless enough. George sent me updates—pictures of the boys lounging by the pool with beers in hand, group shots of them at sunset, and videos of their ridiculous antics.

Arthur TV, ever the instigator, seemed to be leading the charge. One video showed him trying to get Arthur Hill to dance in the middle of a crowded club while Chris cheered them on. George was in the background, laughing so hard he was crying.

I smiled at the clips, feeling a little less anxious. This was the George I knew—the George who loved his mates but always made time for me.

“You’re behaving, right?” I teased one evening, sending him a selfie of me in pajamas.

“Always,” he replied with a winking emoji.

But as the days went on, his messages became less frequent. The photos stopped, and our texts turned into brief exchanges that left me feeling more disconnected than ever.

“Having fun?” I asked on the third night, hoping for reassurance.

“Yeah, all good,” he replied hours later. No emoji, no follow-up.

I stared at my phone, the sinking feeling in my stomach growing heavier with each passing day.

When George finally came home, I was relieved but also nervous. He walked through the door looking tanned and relaxed, his hair tousled in that effortless way that always made him look like he belonged on the cover of a magazine.

“Hey, babe,” he said, dropping his bags and pulling me into a hug.

I wrapped my arms around him, breathing in the familiar scent of his cologne, but something felt different. His hug wasn’t as tight as it usually was, and when I looked up at him, his eyes didn’t meet mine.

“How was it?” I asked, trying to keep my voice light.

“Yeah, it was good,” he said, shrugging. “Just the usual—beach, drinks, a bit of clubbing. Nothing too crazy.”

He kissed me quickly and headed to the kitchen, leaving me standing there, my heart sinking. Normally, George couldn’t stop talking after trips, reenacting every funny moment and showing me the footage he planned to use in his vlogs. This time, he seemed... guarded.

Over the next few days, the distance between us grew. George was quieter than usual, his energy subdued. He spent hours editing footage from the holiday, his headphones on as he stared at his laptop. I tried to give him space, but my unease was impossible to ignore.

One evening, as he sat on the couch, laptop balanced on his knees, I leaned over his shoulder. “Can I see what you’re working on?”

“It’s nothing exciting,” he said quickly, clicking away from a folder.

My heart sank. “You always show me your edits.”

He hesitated, then gave me a weak smile. “It’s just rough stuff. I’ll show you when it’s done.”

But I couldn’t shake the feeling that he was hiding something.

That night, after George fell asleep, I did something I’d never done before—I opened his laptop. I told myself it was nothing, that I’d find the usual clips of him and the boys being idiots. But as I scrolled through the folders, my hands began to shake.

There, tucked away in a folder with the dates of the trip, were photos and videos I wish I’d never seen.

In one video, George was dancing with a group of people in a club. At first, it looked innocent enough—until I noticed one woman in particular. She was gorgeous, her dark hair falling in waves over her shoulders, her smile bright and confident. She and George were pressed close together, her hands resting on his chest as they moved in sync.

Then came the kiss.

My stomach dropped as I watched George lean in, his lips meeting hers in a moment of drunken recklessness.

I slammed the laptop shut, my hands trembling.

The next morning, I confronted him. He was in the kitchen, making coffee, when I placed the laptop on the counter.

“Care to explain this?” I asked, my voice shaking.

George froze, his eyes widening as he saw the screen. “I—”

“You promised me,” I said, tears streaming down my face. “You promised you’d behave. That I had nothing to worry about.”

“I don’t know what happened,” he stammered, running a hand through his hair. “I was drunk, it was stupid—it didn’t mean anything.”

“But it meant something to me,” I snapped, my voice breaking. “You didn’t just hurt me, George. You broke my trust. You broke us.”

He stepped toward me, his eyes filled with tears. “Please, don’t go. I’ll do anything to make this right. You’re everything to me.”

I shook my head, backing away. “You made your choice in Ibiza. Now I’m making mine.”

As I packed my things, George sat on the bed, his head in his hands. I wanted to forgive him, to believe that it was just a mistake, but I couldn’t. Some lines couldn’t be uncrossed.

The days after I walked away from George were excruciating. Every corner of my apartment felt heavy with his absence—the cozy nights on the couch, the inside jokes, the sound of his laugh echoing through the rooms. But those memories were tainted now, overshadowed by what he’d done on that lads’ holiday.

My phone vibrated constantly, his name flashing on the screen more times than I could count. I ignored most of the messages, unwilling to face his words when my heart still felt so raw.

“Please talk to me. I’m so sorry.” “I miss you so much. I can’t believe I messed this up.” “You mean everything to me. Please give me a chance to fix this.”

The messages ranged from desperate apologies to quiet admissions of how much he missed me. I didn’t know how to respond. Part of me wanted to believe him, to hold onto the George I thought I knew, but another part of me couldn’t forget the betrayal.

One morning, I opened my door to find a bouquet of flowers waiting on my doorstep—peonies and tulips, a mix of soft pinks and whites. My favorites. Tucked inside was a small card in George’s handwriting.

“I know flowers can’t fix what I’ve done, but I wanted to remind you of how much you mean to me. I miss you more than I can put into words. Love, George.”

I stared at the card for a long time, my fingers tracing the words.

That same day, another message popped up on my phone.

“I left flowers for you. I don’t expect them to change anything, but I couldn’t stop thinking about how much you love them. I’m so sorry, and I’ll do anything to make this right.”

I didn’t reply, but I kept the flowers.

The next day, another delivery arrived. This time, it was a small box of my favorite chocolates, along with a handwritten note.

“I saw these and thought of you. Every little thing reminds me of you—every song, every place we used to go. I can’t stop thinking about how much I’ve hurt you, and I hate myself for it. You deserve so much better, but I want to prove that I can be better. I love you.”

The messages kept coming, each one a mix of remorse and longing.

“I miss your laugh.” “I miss your smile.” “I miss the way you’d always steal the blanket in the middle of the night and act like it wasn’t you.”

I hated how much his words tugged at my heart, how they reminded me of all the good times we’d shared before everything went wrong.

On the third day, George showed up at my door. He stood there holding another bouquet—this one bigger than the last—and looking utterly defeated. His eyes were red-rimmed, and he had the same messy, unshaven look he always got when he was stressed.

“Please,” he said softly, his voice cracking. “Can we talk?”

I hesitated, my heart pounding, but eventually stepped aside to let him in.

He set the flowers down on the table and turned to face me, his hands trembling slightly. “I don’t even know where to start,” he admitted, his voice raw with emotion. “I’ve been trying to figure out what to say, how to make you see how sorry I am, but nothing feels like enough.”

I crossed my arms, keeping my distance. “Words won’t change what you did, George.”

“I know,” he said quickly. “And I don’t expect you to forgive me just because I’m saying sorry. But I can’t let this go without trying. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, and I ruined it because I was selfish and stupid. And I hate myself for that.”

Tears welled up in his eyes as he continued. “I miss you so much it hurts. I miss waking up next to you, hearing your voice, seeing your smile. I miss us. And I’ll do anything—anything—to earn your trust back, even if it takes the rest of my life.”

I felt a lump form in my throat. “How do I know you won’t do it again?”

“You don’t,” he said honestly, his voice breaking. “All I can do is show you that I’ve learned from this, that I’m never going to let myself make such a horrible mistake again. You mean too much to me. I can’t lose you.”

Over the next week, George didn’t let up. He sent more messages—each one heartfelt and raw, never pressuring me, but always reminding me how much he cared.

“I saw a couple walking in the park today and thought of you. Do you remember that time we got caught in the rain and you laughed the whole way home? I miss that laugh.” “I’m not giving up on us. Not because I deserve forgiveness, but because you deserve to know how much I love you.” “I’ll wait as long as it takes.”

One evening, as I sat alone in my apartment reading his latest message, something inside me shifted. His words weren’t just empty promises—they were full of vulnerability, of someone who truly understood the weight of what he’d done.

I picked up my phone and typed a single message.

“I’m not saying I can forgive you yet. But maybe we can talk.”

The reply came almost instantly.

“Thank you. Thank you so much. I’ll do whatever it takes.”

When George showed up the next day, he looked nervous but hopeful. We sat on the couch, the air between us heavy with unspoken feelings.

“I’m not ready to jump back into anything,” I told him honestly. “But I’m willing to see if you can prove yourself.”

George nodded, his eyes filled with gratitude. “I will. I promise you, I will.”

It wasn’t perfect, and it wasn’t a guarantee of a happy ending. But it was a start.

[clarkeysbedchem]

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missing you, missing us - arthur frederick

summary: Sofia is Arthur's girlfriend, but recently he has been too busy with work and she starts to feel lonely and wonders if he loves her anymore, which is worsened when he misses their anniversary plans.

Angsty, slight swearing. Message if you want a part 2!

Arthur was the perfect boyfriend. He was sweet, caring, kind, smart, funny, gentle. And Sofia loved him with all her heart. Which was why it was beginning to hurt her so much when Arthur's career really kicked off. He had been around on YouTube for a few years now, but during the past year, he had befriended George and Chris, along with the famous members of the Sidemen.

At first, Sofia had been immensely proud of him and his achievements. And she still was to an extent. But lately, he had been too busy to even call her sometimes. She felt like their shared apartment was just hers at times. He came home late most nights, having been filming with the lads. Sometimes smelling of alcohol, is a factor included in the job. And whilst Arthur wasn't an alcoholic as a few of the others probably were, it still wasn't the Arthur she remembered.

The two of them had met through a mutual friend four years ago and hit it off immediately. After five dates the two were falling in love, and falling hard. It had been a whirlwind of a romance. He would take her on cute dates and she would cook them romantic sweet dinners.

But lately there had been none of that.

And she didn't want to complain. She didn't want to cause any problems. Because the truth was... he wasn't doing anything wrong. He wasn't cheating. That she knew for sure. It was this job. But it was his dream job. And who wouldn't dream of being able to make a large profit by making videos hanging with your friends and having fun.

But it still hurt. She hadn't seen him in a week now, and every time she sent him a message she'd get a short reply back a few hours later.

Tonight was different however. Tonight was their anniversary and they had made plans months ago. They were going to go to their favourite restaurant and then walk over Millennium Bridge. Sofia's favourite of all the London bridges because it featured in the Harry Potter movies. And then they'd come home, bake cookies and watch movies whilst snuggling. Most likely a Harry Potter movie.

Whilst she was doing her makeup, having just showered, her phone buzzed beside her. The screen lit up to show that Arthur had messaged her.

going to be late, having to shoot a few retakes x

She bit her bottom lip, slightly frustrated with the pushback. But nonetheless, she knew he'd still make it in time for the reservation. They had planned to meet at the restaurant anyway, due to him working all day.

With a sigh, she continued to get ready. She curled her hair in loose waves, brushing them out to make them bouncy. Her outfit was a beautiful dark red dress which stopped just over her ankles and hugged her curves in all the right places. Looking in the mirror, she decided she was rather happy with how she looked.

She did the full works, jewellery to match, Arthur's favourite perfume of hers, and a classic dark red lip to match the dress. With her dark brown hair and bright blue eyes, she looked beautiful.

When she arrived at the restaurant she decided there was no point waiting around outside and went in to be seated at the table she had reserved for them two months ago. It was fairly busy, but with it being a fancy restaurant, the volume was still quite low, with classical music playing in the background.

It was a once-a-year type of restaurant. But they had the most divine meals and wines.

"Thank you," She smiled politely as she was taken to her table, feeling much warmer now that she was inside, away from the chilly London breeze. After five minutes she ordered herself a drink, assuming Arthur wouldn't be too much later. But then five minutes turned into twenty and her first glass of wine had been drunk.

"May I take your order yet Miss," a waiter came up to her, dressed in a neatly ironed black suit.

"Just some bread for the table please, for now." She smiled, her stomach growling in hunger. Embarrassed, she pulled out her phone, ignoring the strange stares she got from people around her. Even if she wasn't being stood up right now, people can go out for dinner on their own, she wanted to tell them all.

Where are you? x

She sent a quick text to Arthur.

Still working. Won't be long.

The lack of a kiss showed that he was rushing to message her, clearly unbothered by how late he now was. Not only had she pushed their reservation back by 30 minutes, he was also twenty minutes late to the new time.

The minutes slowly added up until an hour had passed.

"Miss, if you are not going to order anything but bread, I'm afraid you will have to leave." The manager eventually came up to her. The embarrassment she felt made her cheeks burn red.

"Of course, sorry." She attempted to smile, but she felt her throat closing up. Had Arthur forgotten about tonight? If he planned on being this late then he should have just cancelled all together.

With hurried movements, she paid the bill for her wine and bread before grabbing her coat and bag and leaving as quickly as she could. She had left a decent tip, having felt like she had wasted their time, and a table.

Needing a walk to clear her mind she headed for Millennium Bridge. She'd still walk over it, even without her boyfriend.

Halfway over she stopped and leant on the railing, watching over the River Thames. Did Arthur even love her anymore? He had been growing so distant from her. And it was becoming lonely.

She wiped away at her cheeks, the cold air hitting them like icicles, a few tears escaping. With a deep breath, she continued to walk to the tube station, deciding to go home.

She had tided the apartment earlier and set up the living room with snacks and drinks for their movie night, grabbing their favourite blankets. But now looking at it, she felt miserable. She had been so excited. For the first time in ages, they were going to have a night that'd be just the two of them.

She left the baking mix in the kitchen, not bothering to bake the cookies. She couldn't think of anything that would cheer her up so she headed straight for the bedroom, she once shared with Arthur. And now it felt like it was hers. But it was lonely and uncomfortable. She stripped from her pretty dress and took her makeup off, taking the lingerie off too and putting comfier pants on before picking out some comfy pyjamas. She climbed into bed and cried herself to sleep. She wished Arthur was there to comfort her. To wrap his arms around her and tell her how much he loved her. But of course that wasn't going to happen. Because he wasn't here. And he was the reason she was upset in the first place.

Her tears stained the pillow but eventually, with a growing migraine, she managed to fall asleep.

Arthur got home that evening fairly late. He had been filming a video with the boys and hadn't expected it to take as long as it had. But nonetheless, despite being exhausted, he still had fun. He left his keys on the kitchen worktop, noticing the baking mix left out. He assumed Sofia had bought it to make tomorrow.

He felt bad coming home so late, but he was doing all this for her. So they could have a stable life together and never have to worry about money. At least that's what he told himself.

It just so happened that his job was very fun too and required doing silly stupid things.

He went into the living room and saw everything laid out, but it still wasn't enough for his sleepy mind to piece everything together. But upon entering the bedroom and noticing the pile of fancy clothes and sexy underwear, it hit him like a stack of bricks.

"Shit, shit," he cursed, whispering to himself. He ran a hand over his face, looking at his fast-asleep girlfriend in their shared bed. He padded over and gently shook her shoulder, easing her awake.

"Sofia, hey, Sof." He whispered gently, feeling the guilt wanting to swallow him whole. "Baby, I'm so sorry." He began to say as her red eyes fluttered open.

"Arthur?" She said sleepily. "What are you doing? What time is it?" Arthur felt terrible. He felt sick even. He immediately noticed the tear streaks on her face and the stains on the pillow. She sat up and checked her phone, reading the time.

2am.

"Why are you back so late?" She yawned, shaking her head and chucking the phone back onto the nightstand.

"We were filming and lost track of time, and I am so so sorry Sofia. I'll make it up to you." He begged, voice cracking. He was afraid he'd cry. He was even more afraid he'd lose her.

"Don't. Please don't Arthur. You're never here. What's the point?" she gestured between the two of them, throating closing up. "I barely see you. And if I do it's through a screen. And you're not even talking to me, you're talking to all the other girls and boys who worship you."

"So this is about having a female audience? That's not my fault." He shot back, feeling defensive.

"When did I just say that? I said girls and boys Arthur. Grow the fuck up. I'm not in the wrong here." She got out of bed, making her way out of the room, needing a glass of water.

"No, hey, we have to talk about this. I'm sorry I missed tonight, I really am. But I'm also trying really hard here to make it so we have a good future." He argued, following her.

"Oh yeah, filming football videos and drinking alcohol is trying really hard." She angrily snapped. She knew he worked hard, but he still was very privileged that he got to do what he did and make a lot of money.

"That's not fair. You know how hard I work." He complained. "And the fans need videos-" She cut him off.

"I need you!" She yelled, turning around to face him. "I need you Arthur. And you're never here anymore. I feel like I don't even know you." She sobbed, holding a hand to her mouth.

"What do you mean? Of course I'm here. I'm here now." He flung his arms out.

"At 2 in the morning!" She argued.

"I was working." He reiterated.

"I know! I know you were working because you're always working! Tonight was supposed to be our night. Do you know how embarrassing it was to sit in the restaurant for over an hour and then be asked to leave because I was wasting a table? Everyone was staring at me." She cried. "And I had everything planned and all the snacks and the cookie mix and you completely forgot it was our anniversary."

"I just want to give you have a happy life." He said more quietly.

"Do I look happy to you Arthur? I'm miserable. I miss you. I don't care about the money and the fame. I'm so proud of you, of course I am. But I'm not going to stick around and wallow in misery whilst you're out drinking and having fun with your friends whilst making thousands." She shook her head, wiping at her eyes.

"Sof-" She cut him off.

"I'm tired, I'm going back to bed." She said, biting her bottom lip before moving past him, moving her arm out of his reach. He sighed and contemplated following after her. He noticed she had gotten herself a glass out but never filled it or took it with her. He went and turned the oven on, letting it heat up whilst he read the instructions on the baking packet.

He baked the cookies and when they were reading at 3:30 in the morning, he took up a plate with a glass of water, carefully balancing them. He placed them down on her bedside table and tried his best not to wake her. He changed out of his clothes before going back to the living room, setting up the sofa with the blankets Sofia had put there yesterday, trying to get comfy so he could get some sleep, hoping that in the morning his girlfriend wouldn't be as angry with him and they could talk and make up.

Sorry mate, can't do the video tomorrow. Spending the day with Sofia.

He quickly sent Chris a message.

He needed her in his life and he regretted how much he had hurt her. Seeing her cry made him want to cry. He wouldn't be surprised if she wanted to break up. But he was going to do everything he could to make it up to her. And hopefully, the cookies were a small start.

[clarkeyzzz]

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❝ swirled you into all of my poems ❞ | masterlist

i prefer my readers to be 16+, suggestive/smutty stories will be marked with [ * ], id like to keep those strictly 18+. angst with [ a ], fluff with [ f ]. if you spot a ✦ before the story, its one of my personal favorites;)

if you are below the ages mentioned, please don't interact!! however, if you choose to proceed im not responsible for what you consume.

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Alfie Buttle ✧˖°📷 ༘ ⋆｡ abvloggin!

coming soon!

Arthur Frederick ⋆₊ ⊹★🔭 arthurtv!

wish you were sober [ f + a ] — if only he was sober.

i'll do it better than he can [ * ] — he doesn't really like your new boyfriend

i wanna tell the world that you're mine, girl [ f ] — the unplanned relationship announcement

✦ I wouldn't give these nobodies no sympathy [ a + f ] — some things do get under his skin

Arthur Hill ✩°｡⸜ 🎧 arthurhill69!

playing my heartstrings like a rockstar [ a + f ] — you're messing with his feelings and he doesn't know why

but i'ma be under the mistletoe with you [ * ] — kissing under the mistleto

Chris Dixon ₊˚⊹ ᰔ ⚽️ chrismd10!

coming soon!

George Clarke  ⊹₊ ⟡⋆🍒 georgeclarkeey!

everybody wants a taste [ a + f ] — unfortunately, you are the jealous type

✦ i need you to fill the void [ f ] — someone spoils your secret

cuddle up to me [ f ] — anonymous asked: Please can you write something about clarkey loving a cuddle and the boys come home and tease him

Harry Lewis 🥂 ࿔*:･ wroetoshaw!

✦ we don't even fight anymore [ a ] — watching everything come to a slow end

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no seriously get your hands off my man [ f + * ] miss possessive, ft. miniminter

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hanging up on them without saying "I love you" [ f ] — ft: arthurtv, arthur hill, chris, george, harry, & will

charity match!bf!clarkey [ f + * ] — ft george clarke

she's insane, she wrote a song about me — ft: exbf!chrismd x oc, singer/songwriter!reader x lando norris - sm!au

[orchidniins]

𝓶𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽

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fluff - ☁ angst - 💢 smut - 🔞

₊˚⊹✧ Arthur Frederick ✧⊹˚₊

Serendipitous Beginnings ☁/🔞 - Part 1 Part 2 - Where moving to London brings along a cute neighbour and a new exciting chapter of your life. - Words: 12.4k+

Possessive ☁ - Where Arthur can't seem to control getting possessive over his gorgeous partner. - Words: 1k+

Forehead Kisses ☁ - Where Arthur looks after his sick partner - Words: 1.3k+

₊˚⊹✧ George Clarke ✧⊹˚₊

Island Loving 🔞 - Where you and George are away on holiday, enjoying your time together, but you two can't seem to keep your hands off of each other. - Words: 4.6k+

Morning Cuddles ☁ - Just some cute morning cuddles - Words: 700+

Drunken Adventures ☁ - Where you and George go off on a little drunken late night adventure - Words: 2.8k+

Hidden🔞- Where George is secretly dating ArthurTV's sister - Words: 2.7k+

Aftercare 🔞/☁ - Where George takes care of you after a rough night in the sheets. - Words: 1.1k+

Finally Home ☁ - Where George is finally home after a long 2 weeks on tour. - Words: 950+

₊˚⊹✧ Arthur Hill ✧⊹˚₊

Heartstrings ☁ /💢/🔞 - Where your boyfriend Arthur comes to surprise you while you are on tour. - Words: 6.8k+

Opening Act ☁ /💢 - Where a chance encounter with Arthur Hill brings about unexpected opportunities and unexpected feelings. - Words: 5.8k+

Craving your touch ☁/🔞 - Where after a long day of filming with the boys and the whole day away from you, all Arthur has been is craving your touch. - Words: 3.7k+

₊˚⊹✧ Chris Dixon ✧⊹˚₊

Dating Headcanons ☁ - ChrisMD x Male Reader - Words: 700+

Cupid Clarkey ☁ - Where George Clarke plays matchmaker for his best friend from uni and his flatmate Chris. - Words: 9.3k+

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[livvymd]

Watching him on Inside.

You swore you weren’t going to get too invested.

You’d told yourself that before the show started.

George had laughed when you said it, rolling his eyes as he pulled you into one last hug before leaving. "You say that now, but you’ll be screaming at the screen within a week."

You had scoffed. "Doubt it."

But now?

Sitting on your couch, wrapped in his hoodie, eyes glued to the TV as the Inside theme played?

Yeah. You were so invested.

The camera panned over the contestants, all gathered in the kitchen, arguing over something ridiculous. And there was George—right in the middle of it, smirking, arms crossed, watching the drama unfold like it was the most entertaining thing he’d ever seen.

"He’s such a menace," you muttered, taking a sip of your tea.

Then the shot changed—this time, George wasn’t in the chaos.

He was sitting off to the side.

And next to him?

Her.

Your stomach flipped.

It wasn’t jealousy—not really. You knew the girl was just another contestant. You’d seen the edits, the tweets, the "they’re so cute together" comments. It was harmless.

But still.

The way he was leaning in, talking to her while the rest of the house spiraled into madness? The way she laughed at something he said, nudging his shoulder?

It was too familiar.

Because that’s what he did with you.

You curled deeper into his hoodie, biting your lip.

And then—

A cutaway interview.

The screen flashed to George sitting alone in the confessional room, smirking at the camera. "She’s the only sane one in there," he said, referring to her. "I keep sitting with her so I don’t lose my mind."

Your heart stalled.

He laughed, rubbing the back of his neck. "I think the audience likes us together. What’s the phrase? Fan favorites? Yeah, apparently we’re that."

You blinked.

Then frowned.

"Fan favorites?"

You grabbed your phone and opened Twitter.

And immediately regretted it.

— "Why do they look like a couple in the background of every shot 😭😭" — "If they don’t get together by the end of this show I will riot." — "I’m sorry to his gf but the chemistry is CRAZY."

You stared at the screen.

Then exhaled sharply, tossing your phone onto the couch.

This was going to be a long season.

[yourmomxx]

➵ angels talking - social media au | ln4 (1)

❥pairing - lando norris x fem!singer!reader (mentions of al12 x reader)

❥plot - Arthur Leclerc has been your best friend since your early childhood, you two grew up with each other and each other's families. Your closeness leads to fans suspecting there is more to your relationship, until, almost suddenly, the ball gets totally flipped

❥warnings - none, maybe ooc arthur leclerc sorry abt that

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formula2pics @/yourusername & @/arthurleclerc outside the ‘Sweet Sugars’-Café last night in Silverstone, England, present to support Arthur’s brother, Charles Leclerc at the Formula 1 Grand Prix

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ynlnn look me in the eye and tell me they’re not in love

paddockgirl favorite couple

sidney(tv) they’re so cute together

bella.ltn supportive besties

itsbrutalouthere I just KNOW that they're dating

jojo.jpg childhood best friends to lovers, angst and fluff, 156k words slow burn

tswizzle definition of made for each other

leclersbabe arthur❤️❤️

mollym my favs

hotchswife can’t wait to see them in the paddock

itsellie anyone saw that picture in yns story if arthur?

↳ kaynwe @/itsellie omg yes he looked so good😍

↳ kellykiwi @/kaynwe the veins, the hair, the way he smiled at her?? just ugh😩

ferrariyn i’m just waiting for their relationship announcement

untitled they would be the cutest couple ever let’s be honest

exscapenight mom and dad actually

larinakali i miss them posting each other😭

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yourusername serious competitors since ‘08😎

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ynbabe new song featuring arthur??

lnfave desperately clinging to yns posts since arthur doesn’t show her on his feed😩

charthurleclerc not my favorite wag posting about my favorite driver

↳ amslerin @/charthurleclerc she’s no wag tho

suziesalmon hope you crushed him girly

↳ yourusername @/suziesalmon of course i did

tswizzle @/arthurleclerc take her as an example and give us some yn/arthur posts!!!

ynisbabe please baby arthur is so cute

carolyn she is feeding us with content

´lanadelslay this is a soft launch, actually (I'm delulu)

f1updates how much you wanna bet they were playing mario kart

paddockgirl they would be such a sweet couple tho

hazelnuts yn putting her entire soul into the karaoke while arthur doesn’t even know what to do is so funny to me

factorfic YES a new yn and arthur post, i manifested this

sabrinajenga your honor they’re in love

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ferraridriveracademy Congrats to @/olliebearman and @/arthurleclerc on a Double Podium in Barcelona this afternoon!👏🏆

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leclersgirl whooo! arthur finally got the podium he deserved!!

hamiltonh so proud of them!

tom.oha these two are really some good drivers. i’m sure if they keep up their work they have much potential for f1!

charlesleclerc 🔥🔥

lucasclare so proud of my boys

sidney(tv) i literally screamed when they won, i’m so happy!!

interstellarfan123 that one penalty for frederick was so unnecessary

cheesestrings my two husbands

↳ suziesalmon @/cheesestrings they’re married to me wdym?

kaynwe the both worked so hard for this, i’m so glad

tangledinu sometimes i think about the fact that arthur has those huge footsteps of charles to fill, and that ollie seems to achieve everything that was expected of arthur

↳ isobella @/tangledinu that’s not fair you’re making me sad

sabrinajenga admin can you ask arthur for me where yn was today?

↳ realobama @/sabrinajenga was literally about to say the same thing

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arthurleclerc Thank you, Barcelona, for welcoming us greatly and for the support! 2nd place baby, yes!!❤️

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itsbrutalouthere arthur where is yn???

charlesleclerc such a great race man, really proud of you!🙌

lucasclare was really worried for you there in turn 7, but you managed it amazingly!!

suziesalmon why wasn’t yn in the paddock this weekend?

bimess you deserve this so much arthur!!

arthurfave can’t wait to be there live in abu dhabi

factorfic yn didn’t even like what’s happening

↳ hotchswife @/factorfic her phone probably fell in a river and that’s why she doesn’t have access to instagram (i’m delulu)

leclersbabe i am so happy for you!!

professorproton boy you better have a good explanation why yn wasn’t there, and you better have it now🤺🤺

forzaferrari miss seeing mom😢

frederickvestiofficial well done mate!

kellykiwi happy for your win, but where is yn?

itsellie hoping mom is just busy songwriting somewhere🤭

hamiltonh none of the post-race ask the real questions! for example, what did they change about the car, or WHERE THE HELL IS YN

ynbabe mom and dad are going through their divorce era?

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f1news YN YLN, famous singer and actress is reportedly in a close relationship with a Formula Racing Driver, a source claims - it is not revealed who it is. Fans have been asking themselves many questions after the long weeks of radio silence between childhood best friends YN YLN and Arthur Leclerc, the Ferrari Pilot for Formula 2

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reidbabe guys, i think this is it

hslot_forreal if it’s not Arthur i might throw myself in front of a car

tswizzle i’m conflicted i want it to be arthur so bad but at the same time their media hasn’t seemed right to me for ages now

liladonavan manifesting arthur x yn

ferrariyn that source better come clean i can’t take all this anticipation any more👏👏

↳ larinakali @/ferrariyn real.

sylviestone “dating a racing driver, won’t tell you who tho”

↳ jojo.jpg @/sylviestone😭😭

ynn1fan off topic but that’s a great picture of her

hannamountana no because i don’t know, i want it to be arthur so bad but at the same time idk mann

↳ emilyzkn @/hannahmountana i totally agree especially with her posting so much of him but him never posting her like what is going on there

↳ papayagirl @/emilyzkn their relationship has been off for such a long while tbh

exscapenight hoping arthur made a move before someone else did

↳ peppyi @/exscapenight no because watch someone else pulling her away from under arthur’s feet just because he was being a coward

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yourusername paddock days🧡

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ferrarifan1 GIRL

landonorrizzzzzzz am i tripping or is that the wrong team???

maxfewtrell thought i saw a gremlin on the grid today🤔

↳ urfafdaydreamer @/maxfewtrell LMAO MAX WHAT

↳ yourusername @/maxfewtrell didn’t know they had mirrors all over the paddock??

↳ untitled @/yourusername what’s happening.

ynisbabe you’re so stunning

ynn1fan MOM WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH THE MAILMAN

↳ leclersgirl @/ynn1fan THE MAILMAN IM CRYING

christiek 🧩🧩

therealobama nuh uh this feels wrong

charthurleclerc why weren’t you at arthur’s race??

sabrinacarpenter aah my love

ynwife girl is so pretty i can’t

tswizzle this is not the ferrari box??

strongandeuropean what are you doing at mclaren?

emilyzkn “reportedly dating a racing driver”

↳ hannahmountana @/emilyzkn i wish i understood math this fast

lucadevil papaya looks good on her

norisswife Is that Oscar in the likes that I see????

lanadelslay excited where this is going, honestly

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landonorris paddock days

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oscarpiastri oh man

ynlnnn nuh uh

therealdannyric explanation??

norriswife he’s so beautiful

lnfave lando side profile >>>

ynisbabe guys is this it??

formula1obsessed last lap lando? more like last SLIDE lando

lastlaplando oh my god if this is yn i will actually scream

33maxverstappen that backside looks very familiar to me…

↳ melany @/33maxverstappen that must sound so strange out of context

carlaarcher this can’t be a coincidence

getthismanachair lando who is that??🎤

norisswife first Oscar in yn's likes and now Sabrina in Lando's?? what are the besties doing here?!

andystricks caption looks awfully familiar

itsbrutalouthere praying for a statement in these desperate times🙏

urfavdaydreamer soft launch??

hardlyanything lando let me see your spotify wrapped please👀

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yourusername with great dread i have to announce that i, indeed, fell in love with a man- and also, that this picture was taken right after the first date

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landonorris i can almost feel your love for me through that caption😍

↳ yourusername @/landonorris 😙😙

sabrinacarpenter babes

oscarpiastri guess we won't hear the end of this ever

↳ danielricciardo @/oscarpiastri I will help you through this, mate

danielricciardo run as long as you can yn, i promise i won’t tell him where you went

↳ hannahmountana @/danielricciardo LMAO DANNY

oliviarodrigo so cute!!

kathrynnewton parents?

emilyzkn NO WAY

lanadelslay LETs GO GIRL

ynlnn THE SONGS GUYS I REPEAT THE SONGS

lilli(taylor's version) NEW FAVORITE WAG

landonorrizzzzzzz ARTHUR LECLERC WHO IS ARTHUR LECLERC I ONLY KNOW LANDO NORRIS

kellypiquet so excited to see you in the paddock more often😍😍

howaboutyoudont Lando noRIZZ what a LIEEEEEE

jojo.jpg gurl you so lucky!!!

hotchnerswife we're getting boyfriend Lando I can't believe it

f1news wish you all the best!!

suziesalmon the way she looks at him i. can. not.

↳ iknewyouweretrouble @/suziesalmon girly fell hardddd

charthurleclerc literally my two worlds colliding i can't breathe

bella.ltn caption so true

tswizzle they already feel like such a power couple i cannot

kathrynamy HARDEST LAUNCH TO EVER HARD LAUNCH

[whereforarthur]

Unrequited Love Hurts Like A Bitch

Request: arthur tv angst!!

Pairing: ArthurTv x BestFriend!Reader

Summary: Unrequited love is a bitch

Category: Angst

Word Count: 2k

*****

“Because what’s worse than knowing you want something, besides knowing you can never have it?” ― James Patterson

Y/n sat in the bustling café, a sanctuary of warmth against the dreary London backdrop. Rain pattered against the windows, each droplet racing down the pane like a tear escaping a tragic story. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee and sweet pastries filled the air, a comforting balm to the chilly day outside. She sipped her steaming latte, the foam leaving a creamy mustache on her upper lip. The café was her favorite spot, a place where she could lose herself in the comforting buzz of other people's conversations while she worked on her latest YouTube script.

Her thoughts, however, remained unshackled from the tranquil scene before her. They wandered back to Arthur, her best friend and unrequited love. His laughter echoed in her mind, a bittersweet reminder of their friendship and the chasm that lay between them. She watched the people around her, the couples sharing intimate glances, the friends bantering over a cup of tea. It was in stark contrast to the silent confession she held in her heart, a confession she knew would change everything if spoken aloud.

The door chimed as it swung open, and in stumbled Arthur, his cheeks flushed from the cold, rain-soaked hair plastered to his forehead. He looked around the café, spotted her, and beamed. Y/n felt a warmth spread through her chest, but it was quickly overshadowed by the anxiety that grew with every step he took towards her. She knew he was seeing someone else, someone who didn't know the real him like she did. Someone who hadn't shared late-night confessions or seen the vulnerability that only she had the privilege to witness.

"Hey, Y/n," Arthur said, his voice a familiar melody that made her heart ache. He took off his damp coat, revealing the faded band t-shirt she had given him for his birthday. He sat down across from her, shaking off the last droplets of rain, and reached for a napkin to dry his hands. His eyes searched hers, looking for the same camaraderie that had always been there, oblivious to the tumult of emotions swirling within her.

They talked about their day, the mundane details of their lives, but Y/n couldn't shake the feeling that she was losing him to someone else. Each shared giggle felt like a stolen moment, a reminder of the time they had spent together that now seemed destined to fade away. As they sipped their drinks and picked at their food, the weight of her secret grew heavier. The words she longed to say remained trapped behind her teeth, a cage of fear and doubt.

Finally, unable to bear the silence any longer, she took a deep breath and decided to confront the elephant in the room. "Arthur," she began, her voice quivering slightly. "I need to tell you something." He leaned in, his eyes full of concern, and she took it as a sign to continue. "I know you're happy with her, but I just wanted you to know…" Her voice trailed off as she watched his expression shift from confusion to surprise, and then, as understanding dawned, to something she couldn't quite read.

He remained silent for what felt like an eternity, his eyes searching hers as if trying to find the truth in them. The café's chatter faded into the background, and all she could hear was the rhythmic patter of the rain and the erratic thumping of her own heart. The moment stretched on, the air thick with the unspoken words that hovered between them. "Y/n," he said finally, his voice gentle. "What is it?"

The words she had rehearsed so many times in the safety of her own thoughts now felt clumsy and inadequate. "You can't tell I am in love with you because you were too busy loving someone else to notice me." she blurted out, the confession slipping through the cracks of her carefully constructed façade. The silence that followed was deafening, and she wished she could pull the words back in, swallow them down like a mouthful of hot coffee gone cold. But it was too late. They hung in the air, a declaration of love that she had hidden for so long.

Arthur's eyes widened, and his hand paused mid-air, holding a piece of cake. For a moment, he looked like he had been slapped. Then, ever so slowly, a smile began to creep onto his lips, one that didn't quite reach his eyes. "Y/n," he murmured, his voice a mix of shock and something else she couldn't quite place. "I had no idea." He took a deep breath, and she watched the color drain from his cheeks. "What do you expect me to say?"

Y/n felt her chest tighten, her heart racing. "I don't know," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "I just… I had to tell you. It's been eating me up inside." She looked down at her hands, twisting the napkin into a tight ball. The café's ambiance, once a comfort, now felt suffocating. The walls seemed to close in around them, and she wished she could take it all back.

Arthur set his fork down and leaned back in his chair, rubbing his temples. The silence grew heavier, a palpable force pressing down on them. "I need some time to process this," he said finally, his voice measured. "I care about you, Y/n. More than you know. But…" He trailed off, his gaze drifting out the window. Raindrops continued their frantic dance, as if mimicking the chaos of emotions within the café.

Their conversation stalled, and the air grew colder than the rain outside. They both knew that nothing would ever be the same again. The friendship they had cherished was now tainted by the revelation that had been festering beneath the surface for so long. Y/n nodded, understanding all too well that she had just cracked open a Pandora's box of feelings that could never be stuffed back in.

They finished their meal in silence, the usual banter replaced by a tension that was as thick as the London fog. When they stood to leave, Arthur hugged her, holding on longer than usual. His embrace was warm, but she could feel the hesitance in his arms. He didn't know how to navigate this new landscape of their relationship, and she didn't blame him. As they parted, he whispered, "We'll talk soon, okay?" But the promise held a question she wasn't sure she wanted to answer.

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Outside, the rain had turned into a drizzle, the cobblestone streets reflecting the dull glow of the streetlights. Y/n pulled her hoodie tight around her, the chill seeping into her bones. She watched Arthur walk away, his figure growing smaller and smaller until he was swallowed by the misty night. With a heavy sigh, she turned and began the lonely trek back to her flat. Her heart felt bruised, the weight of her confession a permanent fixture in her chest.

The walk home was a blur of wet pavement and neon lights, each step echoing the thud of her heart. She thought of the laughter they had shared, the late-night adventures, the comfort she had found in his friendship. Now, it all felt tainted by the love she had never dared to voice. Would they ever find their way back to that easy camaraderie? Or would the shadow of her love always loom between them?

Once inside her cozy flat, she collapsed onto her bed, the quietness enveloping her like a cold, unwelcome blanket. The glow of her laptop screen cast a lonely light on the walls, a stark reminder of the YouTube channel that had brought them together. As she lay there, the words of her confession echoed in her mind. She had hoped that speaking her truth would set her free, but instead, she felt more trapped than ever.

The days turned into weeks, and the anticipation of Arthur's response grew more unbearable with each passing moment. The silence between them was a constant reminder of the secret she had shared. Yet, she couldn't bring herself to regret it. The truth had been set free, and now she could breathe, even if it hurt.

Y/n threw herself into her work, creating content that was more authentic than ever before. Her videos took on a new depth, a raw emotion that resonated with her viewers. Yet, every time she uploaded a new video, her thoughts strayed to Arthur. Would he watch them? Would he see the change in her? Would he understand the subtext hidden behind her smile?

One evening, as she sat in the dim light of her bedroom, editing a particularly introspective piece, her phone buzzed with a message notification. Her heart skipped a beat as she saw Arthur's name light up the screen. He had been scarce, their interactions reduced to awkward nods and forced smiles when their paths crossed. But tonight, he had reached out.

"Y/n," the message began, "I've been thinking about what you said. I know this isn't easy for either of us. Can we meet up? Just to talk. Like we used to?" The words hung in the digital void, a lifeline thrown into the stormy sea of their friendship. She typed back a simple "Yes," her thumb hovering over the send button for what felt like an eternity before finally letting it go.

The café was quieter than usual when they met again. The rain had stopped, but the dampness remained, clinging to the air like a ghost of their past. They sat in their usual spot, the warmth of the café a stark contrast to the coolness that had settled between them. Arthur's eyes searched hers, and she knew he was looking for answers she wasn't sure she had.

"I don't know what to say," he began, his voice tight with emotion. "I care about you, more than I can put into words. But I'm with someone else. And I don't want to hurt her." Y/n nodded, her eyes brimming with unshed tears. She knew this was coming, had braced herself for it, but hearing the words still stung like a slap to the face.

"But I can't ignore what you've told me," he continued. "I need to figure out what this means for us, for our friendship." His hand reached across the table, tentatively touching hers. The electricity of his touch sent a jolt through her, a reminder of all she had confessed to feeling.

They talked for hours, navigating the minefield of their emotions with caution. Arthur listened intently, his gaze never leaving hers as she spoke of her love and the pain of watching him with someone else. His eyes searched hers, looking for a way to bridge the gap that had grown between them. And for the first time since her confession, she felt a flicker of hope.

*****

As they left the café, the London night had grown darker, the stars obscured by the city's glow. They stood on the sidewalk, the weight of their conversation hanging in the air. Arthur took a deep breath, his hand still holding hers. "I need some time," he said, his voice barely audible above the distant hum of traffic. "But I promise we'll figure this out."

Y/n nodded, a sad smile playing on her lips. She knew she had no other choice but to wait, to hope that the friendship they had built could weather this storm. As she watched him walk away, she felt a strange mix of relief and fear. The confession had changed everything, but it had also brought a clarity she hadn't expected.

The chilly air stung her cheeks as she made her way home, her thoughts racing. The future was uncertain, but one thing was clear: she had been brave enough to tell Arthur how she felt. And whether they found their way back to each other or not, she knew she had done what she needed to do. The story of their friendship had taken a new turn, and she was ready to face whatever chapter came next.

*****

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