#arthur frederick angst

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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."

[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!

[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.

[simply-a-writer01]

my first ever fanfic on Tumblr!

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.

[clarkeyshill]

george clarke ⋆｡𖦹°⭒˚｡⋆

angst - 𖤐 | fluff - ꪆৎ | smau - ৎ୭

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romantic

𖤐 ꪆৎ white noise

ꪆৎ late night talking

ꪆৎ painting dates

ꪆৎ ৎ୭ safe haven

platonic

no works here yet…

[viagracex]

So I may or may not have done a thing. I’ve written like 20 chapters for a George Clarkey fanfiction but honestly they’re not the greatest and need to be editied. I put the first two out today let me know if you actually like it and want me to continue. They have been posted to Wattpad but I also might put them on here idk.

Fr tho if they’re shit there are better chapters that have been written so don’t judge the whole book on just these two alone. I struggled with how to start the story. But if they’re really really shit pls let me know and maybe give me advice on how to make them better

Just so you have an idea on what this book will be about. The book tropes included in the story are forced proximity, enemies to lovers, and fake dating. So if that sounds interesting, please do give it a read

[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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[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

part i - the start | part ii - the number four

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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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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

[clarkeybabey]

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

multiple part stories will be marked as such, they can absolutely be read as standalone.

Alfie Buttle ✧˖°📷 ༘ ⋆｡ abvloggin!

coming soon!

Arthur Frederick ⋆₊ ⊹★🔭 arthurtv!

wish you were sober [ f + a ] — he brings you flowers, but of course, he's not 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

James Marriott 🎸˚｡𖦹☆° jamesmarriottyt!

coming soon!

Morgan Burtwistle 𓍢ִ໋ 🏟 ✧˚ ༘ angryginge13!

coming soon!

Tobi Brown 📜࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ tbjzl!

coming soon!

Will Lenney ༄˖°.🍂 willne!

coming soon!

‧₊˚ ☁️ Headcannons!

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

[clemswinecorner]

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This is an obvious disclaimer and goes for anyone I write about, but I obviously don't know these people in real life. I don't know their dynamics or personalities, I just write what I think they're like.

✩ = (slight) angst ❀ = request ❄︎ = seasonal (for ex. Christmas themed) ⦿ = Headcanon ✐= Series/Multiple parts

social media fics are posted on @clemswinecorner-socials

Harry Lewis (Wroetoshaw) ✩ Take a break -> Harry struggles and Tobi knows what he needs: Y/N

❄︎ Birthday -> Harry's first birthday with you as his girlfriend

I get satisfied -> Harry and Chris' camera woman get asked about their dating lives, none of the boys aware they have a thing

George Clarke(y) Neat -> George and Y/N are dating without their friends’ knowledge, and they go on a night out. 

Datenight -> A look into one of their secret dates (inspired by Neat)

Flowers -> Soft George getting you flowers for no reason. 

Arthur Frederick (ArthurTV) Getting caught (4+1) -> 4 times they almost accidentally revealed their relationship and the time they did

[live-laugh-lenney]

ArthurTV angst with smut at the end? 😏 or fluff 🫶

i'm just... waffling in these, at the moment.

"don't do this."

his hand was flat against the frame of her front door as soon as she pulled it open, his body being the only obstruction in her leaving her flat and stepping foot in the corridor of her flat complex. and it took yn by complete surprise... because arthur frederick was the last person she ever expected to be stood at her front door that evening.

"don't do what? arthur, you can't just turn up on my doorstep and-"

"don't go on this date."

"who told you i was going on a date? the only person i told was-" she cuts her sentence short and sighs heavily at the sudden realisation that dawned upon her at who would have shared the information with and she brought her hands up to cover her face in annoyance, "chris."

"he didn't want to tell me. i made him tell me," arthur explains, "but that's not the point."

"why are you here?"

"you know why i'm here, yn," he says, his eyes barely leaving her face, "i'm can't let you do this."

"you're the one who turned me down, arthur. you can't expect me to wait around for you, for my whole life, until you felt ready enough to have a girlfriend," she pushes his arm in an attempt to let her leave her home except he barely budged, "arthur, seriously."

"i realised how much of a mistake i made by letting you walk away that night," he gulps back the thick lump that was buried low in his throat and his eyes could barely drop from how deeply they were looking into hers, "since you told me how you felt, i haven't been able to ignore this voice in the back of my head telling me that i was an idiot for even second-guessing my own feelings i had for you."

the only image he had in his mind, almost burned into his brain, was how her face looked when he got up after she'd confessed how she felt towards him. the way her eyes glossed over at how he couldn't - or wouldn't - tell her the truth of his own feelings playing havoc in his mind. the way her bottom lip trembled behind the rim of the coffee cup in her hand and how she chewed on the lid in an attempt to keep herself from crying at his - unwanted - rejection. the way she couldn't even say a goodbye as he got up to walk away because she didn't trust her own voice to say anything.

"no, i'm not having this conversation now."

"yn-"

"no," she held up a finger to stop him before he started his sentence, "i've moved on, arthur. you rejected me, you caused me so much pain that day, so no." she shook her head and felt the courage course her veins, strong enough to have her look at him. "i'm going on this date and i'm going to enjoy my night with benjamin and when i re-tell the events to chris, when he asks, i hope he tells you everything i say because you deserve to know what you missed out on having."

all arthur could do was drop his arm from the frame of her door and step back, allowing her to close her door and lock it behind her, watching as she shoved her keys into her bag and let it hang down her shoulder.

"go home, arthur."

she turns on her heels, glittering under the harsh light of the corridor lights in the ceiling panels, and her feet take her in gentle strides to the elevator at the end of the hallway.

"one day, we'll work things out and we'll be friends again but right now," she wants to come to a halt and turn around on the spot but she can't bring herself to look at him and the doors to the lift were getting closer and closer, "right now, we need our space. i need you to go and find someone and-"

she feels a hand wrap around her upper arm and she feels a tug on her elbow, twirling her around in a hastily fashion, and she almost stumbled over her feet in the swift motion that had her back facing her desired destination. and before she could comprehend what was happening, her mind still boggling over how she'd been so quickly turned, she felt lips press against her own in a kiss that held so much passion from the moment their lips connected.

soft.

pillowy.

yet with an intense hold that had her wanting more in the moment, her arms wrapping around his neck out of pure instinct and her fingers dug deep into the hairs at the nape of his neck, tugging and twirling into the strands in an attempt to have him kiss her with as much passion as possible. his stubble rough against her soft skin but, in that moment, she didn't care.

she didn't care where they were.

she didn't care who could have been watching.

"be mine," he whispers against her lips before he pulled away from her, "please don't go on this date tonight, yn. i can't let you go. not like this and not this easy."

she was still in a daze.

"say something, please."

the silence was killing him, and he was desperate to know what was going on in her mind, her lips still moist from his own and her eyes searching his features in an attempt to give her a moment to find an answer.

"it was always you, arthur. it will always be you." x

[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

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“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.

*****

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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