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hiiii!!!
can we pls get the first time arthur says i love you to the reader
love your writing btw!
he didn't mean to say it.
...
lie.
he did mean to say it.
everytime he looked at her or caught just the slightest glimpse of her in his peripheral, he would feel his chest tighten or he would feel his heartbeat increase everytime she stood near him. everytime he heard her voice, nothing else seemed to matter to him and his interest in a current conversation would disappear when he realised she was close by. everytime he touched her, he felt sparks course through his body.
he just didn't mean to say it in that specific moment.
he was on a twitch stream, because he'd felt he had neglected that form of content for a while, with planet zoo loaded up on his screen. chatting away and answering questions that came in from those that were watching, thanking people for their donations and waffling on about what his day had been like and what he'd been up to.
and it never bothered yn, really. she loved the peace and quiet that it gave her. an hour or two by herself, cosied up on his sofa with a series or a documentary on netflix playing in the background or stretched out in his bed as she scrolled on her tiktok app and waited for him to come and join her. sometimes, she even watched his streams so she could enjoy his content without being in the room. she understood what his worklife entailed, she understood his work schedule and she never wanted to get in the way because it was important to him.
with a cup of tea in her hand, one of his old hoodies hanging down her figure and a pair of tube socks on her feet to keep her toes warm from the wooden floor of his flat, she knocks on his door tentatively and waits to hear some form of invitation to come in... which never had her waiting long. peeking her head through the door, holding tight to her cup of tea, her face is illuminated by the gentle light of his lamp in the corner of the room that he always used when streaming or filming his videos. headphones on his head and covering his ears, hand wrapped around his mouse, attention turning from the screen before him towards the doorway.
"you okay?"
"i'm heading to bed. had a busy day today and i was falling asleep on the sofa," she informs him warmly and he nods his head back in response, "might be asleep, might not be, but i just wanted to warn you."
"okay," he smiles softly and in that moment, he forgot what he was doing and where he was, "do you need anything?"
"no, i'm okay. i'm sure i can find whatever i need if i need it."
"okay, i won't be much longer anyway. been on for an hour," he laughs softly and she takes a sip of her tea before swallowing back the warm liquid, "i think i've left an old t-shirt on the bed for you. if not, have a look through the wardrobe."
"okie dokie," she nods, "enjoy the rest of the stream."
"will do," he looks back at his screen, looking at the comments and the live chat that was coming through before diverting his attention back to where yn was still stood in the door, "let me know if you can't find what you need."
"arthur, i've been here more than once. i know where you keep my toothbrush," she giggles and he can feel the heat flush over the curve of his cheeks, "your subs need you back."
"alright, i'll be through soon. i love you," and it flows off of his tongue so effortlessly. without much thought. and it takes her back, with his sudden admission, and her eyes widen in his direction and meet his matching widened eyes, "uhm-"
"i love you too," she whispers and the grin on his face was wide and large and toothy, "see you in a bit."
when the door closes and he turns his attention back to the stream, he doesn't quite know what to do with himself. he wants to end his stream with a goodbye and a promise to come back the following week to continue his planet zoo saga but a part of him wanted to act as if it was a common occurrence to exchange their love and that his stream could go a little longer... except his comments were far from oblivious to what had happened.
'arthur definitely just accidentally told her he loved her. omg'
'did we just see the first i love you's?????'
'whipped'
'this is so cute!!!!!'
"chat, i think i need to call it a night," he informs them, saving any of his progress he had made on his game and closing up the window, a smile toying with his lips, "i think we'll make this is a regular thing. in between filming videos. keep an eye on the discord. and my social medias."
'someone make editssss!!! we need them!!!!'
'he's sooooo gonna repost all the edits made for them'
'arthur has a girlfriend? whaaaat?'
"thanks for joining me tonight. it was fun. planet zoo is my favourite game to play at the moment and if you want to see more, head over to george clarkey's channel for a video of me and the other arthur playing it with him," he moves the cursor of his mouse over the button to end the stream, "see you guys later. bye."
he's quick from his chair as soon as the stream ends. turning off his computer, taking off his headphones and setting them on his desk, and standing to his feet, leaving anything unimportant behind as he could always come back and get it if he needed it. turning off the lamp, exiting the room and closing the door behind him, and he can feel the anticipation bubbling in his stomach and rising up to his chest.
his bedroom door is ajar and he can feel the nerves making his arms and legs shake and the sound of her scrolling her tiktok made it clear to him that she was still awake and had every intention of waiting for him to come to bed with her. something he'd become a lover of over the last few weeks when he asked her to stay.
"i know you're there."
"i'm just-"
"why are you going all shy?" she questions and he plucks up enough courage to step foot into his bedroom, ruffling his fringe with his fingers and letting the strands stand in all directions, "don't go all soft on me now, mister television."
"i'm not," he looks at her and he just wants to melt under her gaze, "i just, i had a more elaborate and better way of telling you than doing it on stream."
"i thought it was cute," she admits and he shook his head, "seriously, arthur. you just, sort of just, blurted it out and i think that's sweeter than any kind of planned out night. it's a very you thing to do."
he joins her on the bed, laying down on his side beside her, propping his head up with his hand. and she rolls over to match his position, a grin on her mouth, a hand coming up to cup his face with fingers ready to brush across his cheeks.
"i do love you," he says, "so much. the last few weeks have been the best and my most favourite few weeks. just, getting to know you and getting to spend time with you and learning more about you on a deeper level."
"i love you too," she reiterates, scooting over on the bed and letting his arms wrap around her, holding her close to his chest, "so much." xx
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Him always repeat what you say in videos in accents but will apologise straight after but you will do the same thing back and all he’s friends laugh but George just stares at you in awe.
Inviting you to the useless hotline pod cast, think you and him would talk but max and you tell funny stories about George the whole time.
You stealing his jokes in videos leaving him flabbergasted after everyone said your way of saying it is funnier.
Calling you babe because every other name to him is cringe
“Babe can you open my TikToks please”
Him tagging you in every tiktok on his for you page just for giggles
George and Arthur hill will make you do platform roulette, and Arthurtv will take Funny photos of you two drunk
You always giving each other side eye in awkward situations
Once you finally have the courage to start your own YouTube channel you get a lot of your fame from George who shoutouts you in every video of his.
“Um guys you should go subscribe to my girlfriend y/n YouTube channel she’s pretty cool, annoying but cool”
Alex invites you to be in his videos and when on call you and George giggle and bully each other the entire time.
After a night out he will come home VERY drunk but VERY touchy
You and both the Arthur’s bullying George in any video you are in together like platform roulette.
For his birthday you buy him a full cart of peroni’s because of how much he drinks them in every video.
Plus these things
And him for your birthday getting you a Paul breach pillow and he posted a TikTok of you opening it and it got 1.5 million likes because of your reaction.
When George is invited to a Chrismd video, he always ask if you can come and Chris always says yes because the two of you together creates amazing content.
Every time George bullies one of his friends you tell them something funny about him and he just sits there one call while the boys laugh at him.
“Y/N THATS SUPPOSED TO BE A SECRET”
For your 1 year anniversary, you guys decided to do a challenge which you each get 500 pounds to spend on each other.
He got you a CAT even though he doesn’t like most animals but the look on your face was priceless.
You got him a trip around Europe for 3 weeks with all his friends plus you
(Arthur 1,Arthur 2, Max, Chip, Danny,Chris)
At the end of every video, he calls you just to check in and during the video talks about you ALL THE TIME.
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ARTHURTV HEADCANNONS
Headcannons of Arthur taking care of a drunk reader
!super self indulgent!
Poor Arthur is minding his own business in his apartment and hes just about to go to sleep
Until he gets a call from poor Simon who’s had to go out to a bar to pick up Talia
However he didn’t wanna leave you alone so he decided to get your beloved boyfriend Arthur to come get you
Obviously being the amazing boyfriend he is Arthur gets straight out of bed to come get you
He arrives and sees you ordering ‘one last drink’
Before you can however he goes up to you and wraps his arm around you to pull you away frkm the drinks
‘Come on Y/N, its time to go home.’
At first you freak out because you didnt know he was coming
‘Ew get off me you perv! I have a boyfriend!!’
That is until you turn around
‘ARTHUR!!’
Now that everyone in the bar knows his name and that the two of you are dating die to the fact that you are clinging onto him he decides its time for the two of you to make your exit
He walks you to his car with you blabbing about anything and everything the entire way
The car ride home is full of you slurring your words and talking about how much you love him
He smiles and lets out a breathy laugh every so often
When you get home Arthur is busy locking the door whilst you collapse onto the couch
He comes and crouches next to you brushing your hair out of your face
‘Wanna go to bed?’
‘Mhm, I have a bad head’
He grabs you some paracetamol and helps you take them
You decide that you just wanna sit with him for awhile and hes okay with that
You fall asleep in his arms
When he realises he takes you up to bed
Taking off your heels and replacing your dress for one of his shirts
He climbs into bed next to you
Pulling you into his arms
‘I love you’
Is the last thing you say before fully drifting off
He loves you too and you know that
He knows you’ll regret this in the morning but he doesn’t mind taking care of you
Thats what hes here for
<3
LMFAO this is so long I need to chill but this idea has been on my mind for SO LONG
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A little bit of smut please🫣
Lingerie reaction for Arthur and George
i don't think i've done any kind of mature content for either of them yet so... jeez, i hope this is okay... i'm gonna write this for arthur, right now, and then maybe we can discuss george and his missus in lingerie...
arthur loves lingerie.
for someone that portrays himself as awkward and shy and almost completely innocent and practically virginal, he had a side to him that always sprung out whenever he was home alone with his girlfriend. a side that only came when he knew she had something special that she wanted to show him. a side that made him seem like a menace, almost like he was a horny teenage boy who had been left alone with his female celebrity crush, becoming touchy and needy.
she teases him.
she'll wear the lingerie beneath an article of his clothing that she had chosen to wear for the evening as they wound down from their busy days. whether it be his adidas jumper (which she loves and definitely stole from his wardrobe) or one of his baggy tees, it would be all she used as a cover up... stretching the neck so it showed her bra strap to tease him a touch when they were sat on the sofa and having it rolled up at the hem so her knickers were on show as she reached up high for the snacks on the top shelf in his kitchen... and she could hear his breath hitching in his throat when he realised just what she was upto.
"can you come and grab the biscuits from the top shelf?"
"you can get them," he hums from the sofa and he really didn't want to stand to his feet because the bulge in his pants had become even more prominent than he had hoped it would be, "i like the view from here."
"you're just a little pervert," she rolled her eyes and she's glad she has her back to him so he can't see the smirk that's sitting on her lips, "i just need some help from my very tall, very handsome man who just has the advantage."
"what do i get out of it?"
"a happy girlfriend," she retorts and he scoffs and rolls his eyes, his gaze barely leaving the plump cheeks of her bum and the floral lace that clung to her flesh, "please?"
she can hear him stand up, she can hear his feet padding across the open plan living room slash kitchen and she shudders at the feeling of his hands cupping her waist as she regained her normal height and stood back on flat feet rather than her tiptoes, teasingly brushing her behind against his crotch and feeling the result that she expected.
"you knew what you were doing," he whispers lowly, almost growling in her ear, and he traps her between the kitchen counter and his body and she makes no attempt at making a move away from him, "you're just a tease. a bloody tease."
"it worked though," she states, his fingers digging into her hips as he held her figure still, his hips slowly rocking back and forth and she could feel the friction of their clothes rubbing together, "what are you going to do?"
he turns her around and she takes a look at his face; his cheeks are pink, his eyes are darker, his jaw is tense and his lips are damp and wet from his tongue. hoisting her up on the kitchen counter and she needed no encouragement in undoing the knot of his bottoms and using her heels to push them to the floor, pooling at his ankles. his boxers stretching to accommodate the boner he was sporting. his fingers slide across the crotch of her knickers and she feels the chill in the air against her damp folds and he wastes no time in teasing at the bundle of nerves between her thighs... enough to make his cock twitch in his pants and she felt bad for keeping him restrained... her own fingers hooking into the elastic of his boxer shorts and pulling them down to his knees, freeing him and letting the cool air hit his exposed skin.
"where did you get this from?" he asks, lips brushing against hers as he leaned in for a kiss, his warm breath washing over her face and her own catches in her throat, his fingers collecting the moisture that was forming and coating his digits, "it's a shame you couldn't show me the whole thing."
"you were just too eager," she informs him, arms wrapping around his shoulders and her fingers digging into his hair, tugging at the tufts at the nape of his neck, "too eager. that was the plan."
"the plan on being fucked on the counter?" he questions and she can feel her cheeks flushing at the words rolling off of his tongue, "that was what you wanted, huh?"
"need to leave a memory in every room for you to remember," she grins and his lips greet hers with a hungry smooch that involved his tongue leaving his mouth and fighting against hers, her arms pulling him close and his hands gripping at her waist, pulling her closer and allowing the glistening tip of his cock to brush against her inner thigh and silently informing her just how needy he was, "it's all yours, baby."
and he doesn't need coaxing. he gave himself a couple of pumps with the fingers he used to spread her juices across the heat between her legs and lines himself up, gulping thickly and maintaining deep eye contact with her as he pushes his hips forward and fills her up with his entirety. her head rolling back and a deep, guttural groan rolling of her tongue from deep within her, matching the whimper that left his mouth as he pauses for a moment to let her adjust around his girth.
her sleeve-covered hands remain on his shoulders, her fingers still holding onto his hair with a tight grip in each fist, and she shudders and the goosebumps rise upon her skin as he attaches his lips to her neck and covers her skin with the softest kisses, his hips rocking back and forth and back and forth as he filled her with pleasure. her begs for him to go deeper filling the room, their heavy breathing and their heavy panting filling the gaps, her name escaping his mouth as she cries out from the thrill happening in that moment.
"let me know when," he insists, his hands trailing underneath the hem of the jumper on her body, his fingertips brushing over her bare skin, "let me know."
she nods and he drops his forehead to hers, eyes looking deeply into hers, and she can feel her toes beginning to curl. her thighs clench and she brings him closer by digging her heels into the base of his back, her hands cupping his cheeks and her mouth drop further and further open with each thrust he pushes into her, twitching between her walls and she swears, every single time, that he always knows the right spot and hits it every time.
"so good," she pants and she can feel the ache beginning to form in her belly, a burning sensation as she feels herself getting closer and closer to a release, "i'm so close, baby."
"so close," he repeats for himself and the sounds of his thrust start sounding sloppy and wet and he grunts out with a rasp in his throat and feels himself start to get weak at the knees, "c'mon, lovie. cum for me."
and it's all she needs to feel herself tense and clench down on his cock, their releases mixing together, and his rhythm becomes almost unrhythmic and each thrust is sporadic and almost like a burst of energy urges his hips forward. his head dropping to her shoulder, slowing his hips down, as she drops her cheek to the top of his head and squeezes her eyes shut.
"you're the best," he whispers into the cotton, sniffling before he lifts his head to look at her. his entire face glistening with sweat, his lips swollen from their kisses, his cheeks pink and his eyes no longer dark but full of lust and post-sex that always made him look heavenly, "the best."
he slowly pulls himself from within her and reaches down to pull his boxers back to his hips, followed by his bottoms, and she covers up by adjusting her knickers, knowing everything they were wearing was going to need to go in the next days wash. his arms wrap around her waist and her legs hook around his, her arms sitting on his shoulders, and he lifts her from the counter. koala-clinging to his front as he makes his way back to the sofa, making a mental reminder to give the kitchen counter a proper deep-clean before they went to bed... before anyone came back from their saturday night on the town... before george and arthur and chris had any inclination as to what had just happened.
"you'll wear that for me again, right?" he asks her and she yawns, nodding softly, "good."
"what did you think of it?"
"it's the sexiest one yet," he hums into her hair, pressing a kiss to her head before he closed his eyes, the feeling of her tucking the blanket around them making him feel cosy, "you can choose the movie. i'm too knackered to even think about those decisions right now."
"how about we just... go to bed?"
"i can't go again," he laughs softly and she scoffs and pushes his chest with her hands, "it's only half nine. we've got ages before the lads are back." xx
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interruption | arthurtv
hello!
not very good as following a routine or any kind of schedule so the posting of my writing will be rather sporadic... i do apologise but bear with me on that.
here's one that i've been working on for a couple of weeks, from a request that was sent in to my inbox, so i hope that whoever did ask me to write this enjoys it. let me know what you think and don't hesitate to send in your feedback or send in any ideas that you want me to write.
thank you! love to you all!
enjoy. x
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Cosy.
That’s how she would describe Arthur’s flat.
Cosy and very him.
All open plan, with his kitchen melding with his living room mixing with his dining room, but so warm and inviting. A knitted throw-blanket folded and draped over the back of his sofa, that he always said was for show but he never scolded YN when she unravelled the fabric and threw it over her legs when she was curled up beside him, or took it to his bedroom when the nights were too cold for just a duvet and his radiating body heat. Books, labelled from fictional titles to nonfiction titles and autobiographies through to encyclopaedias sat on shelves attached the the walls of his living room, with photo frames of him and his family and wax burners filling in the gaps that melted scents of cinnamon and spiced orange, succulents draped down and in witty plant pots that his friends would buy him for Christmas. Lamps in every corner of his main living space because he felt that the main lighting was much too bright, especially for evenings spent at home with a good book that he’d brought from the bookstore on his outing into the city centre, or too bright for an evening spent at home watching a television show he’d been recommended to watch by one of his friends.
Where her flat was more in the centre of London, closer to where she worked in an independent coffee house which definitely challenged the Starbucks and Costa’s that were close-by, she became used to the sounds of passing cars and honking taxis and the distant sound of the overground squeaking on the rails as it approached its destination. The hustle and bustle of tourists passing by the entrance to her flat complex, shops on her doorstep, in an area that was full of high-rise buildings and overlooked a park that she spent many of the summery days sat in, with a picnic from Waitrose and a good book and with Arthur, enjoying the time together. So being in the part of London that almost instantaneously switches off in the middle of the evening, once everyone had travelled home and everything had shut up shop for the night, felt almost peaceful to her.
She much preferred his living space to her own…but she was sure that it was the feeling of being in the same vicinity as him that warmed her more than being in the flat itself.
On the evenings he would film with Alex and George and Cam, for a Chaos Crew video that seemed to be in high demand, she found herself dillying around his home and finding things to do until he was finished for the night. If it wasn’t cooking them both a dinner to eat once he was done, it was reading something from his ever growing collection of novels; and if she wasn’t reading a book, she was logging into his Netflix and watching a film to pass the time and, if she’d had a busy day and felt her eyelids sitting heaving, she would curl up and take a nap on the sofa until she was woken up with a soft kiss to the forehead or a gentle nudge into her thigh to wake her up.
But there was something about that evening where she just wanted to be near him.
They’d both, surprisingly, had days off that coincided with each other so they spent the day together and they came rarely and not very often - taking it in their stride and making the most of getting to spend quality time together.They went shopping down the strip together and spoilt the other whenever they saw them looking at something for a little longer than normal, they popped into her coffee house for a cream cake and a coffee and to say hello to her friends who were working that day, they went food shopping because his fridge was a little scarce when it came to ingredients for a dinner that was substantial and they shared a late dinner together where they sat at the dining table with a candle and some fizzy apple juice to impersonate wine because neither of them fancied a drink that night. But she knew their time together was inevitable and she couldn’t help but look at the clock as she counted the minutes down till he said he needed to film a new video - and she couldn’t complain because, well, she had spent the last twelve hours with him.
But, twelve hours just didn’t feel like enough.
She hated using the word clingy when it came to her relationship with Arthur but… she felt clingy.
Across the space of his living room, she swerved the sofa and dodged his furniture and tucked the blanket a bit tighter over her shoulders as the gentle breeze of her movements blew it from the bare skin showing for her t-shirt - well, not her t-shirt but Arthur’s t-shirt, yet she claimed it as her own and he couldn’t say no to her when he thought she looked beautiful in his clothing - and she made her way down his hallway to. Goosebumps on her legs as she left the warmth of the sofa but they soon disappeared as she got closer to his office door, accustomed to the chill in the air.
“You know when this guy is telling him to tone it down that he needs to take it down a level,” she heard Arthur remark, a gentle snicker following in suit.
“Uh, yeah, looking a little bit like a geek there… might want to tone it down,” George’s laugh came next, followed by a chorus of cackles and snickers from the other guys sat on the Discord video call.
“He’s got a fourth badge that’s just homophobic,” her boyfriend retorted back and at that, she rolled her eyes and an unsure smile on her lips because of the emphasis on the last word of his sentence.
She could hear that whatever they were watching on Youtube had been unpaused, ready to carry on before they took another break to add commentary content to the video, and her hand halted over the door handle to his office. Shuffling on her bare feet, the wooden floor of his hallway was cold beneath the pads of her toes, and she just couldn’t figure out the right time to poke her head into his room and ask him just how long he was going to be. She didn’t want to be a bother but the longing-for-him feeling, that sat low in her belly, was becoming a bother to her.
“It is kind of cute. I actually do kind of rate it, like being your own superhero and that… but it is the kind of thing you grow out of when you’re like six,” Arthur stated.
“Yeah, you’ve got to go as something recognisable surely, right?” Alex questioned and there were some gentle hums of agreement throughout that she probably would have joined in with if they were all sat in a room together and discussing that specific topic, “if you’re gonna go as anything at all.”
“What did you go as to Comic Con?” Arthur wondered, asking the question that everyone was thinking; “I went as Obi Wan Kenobi,” came Alex’s response and he was instantly met with silence. YN could just imagine the smirks and the grins and the laughter that were almost bursting to come to light from the three guys sat there, taking in everything they’d heard.
And YN took the chance.
The door handle squeaked as she applied pressure and the door creaked as she opened it, poking her head into the room, met with the sage green wallpaper of his office and the dim lighting filling the space that he used as background lighting - because he still found his main light to be too bright when filming his Youtube videos. He turned in his seat and let his eyes adjust, smiling upon her arrival once he saw her full figure standing in the doorway, the screen illuminating the side of his face and he slipped his headphones from on top of his head and down to his neck.
“You okay, lovie?”
“Just wanted to know how long you were going to be,” she hummed softly, almost too quiet, but she didn’t want to interfere with their recording because then he’d have been there even longer than planned, “I was gonna have a nap on the sofa but I won’t if you’re not gonna be too long.”
“I won’t be long, no,” he said, “there’s not long left of this video. Give me twenty minutes?”
“I’ll wait up for you,” she smiled, “mind if I just sit in here and watch? Promise I won’t make any sounds. I’m a bit bored out there on my own.”
Arthur smiled warmly at her, letting his eyes wander up and down her body as he took in her comfy appearance, holding up his pointer finger as he turned back to face his monitors and slid his headphones back up his head, setting them back on his ears.
“Guys, YN’s here.”
She could hear the muffled cheers through his headphones from his announcement and she grinned shyly, tightening the blanket around her shoulders, and she closed the bedroom door behind her before shuffling across the carpet. He gave his thighs a pat, inviting her to come and sit with him for a brief few minutes, and she quietly took him up on that offer as she blushed and nodded. He situated himself a bit more comfortably in his chair, unplugging his headphones so she could hear what was happening and moving any lingering wires so she could settle herself down on his lap without pulling any screens off of his desk. Curling up under his arm and bringing her knees to her chest, covering herself with the blanket draped over her shoulders, releasing a content sigh. She wasn’t bothered by her appearance on the screen because she knew he wouldn’t include any of what was happening, without her permission, in the final cut on Youtube.
“How have you been, YN?”
“I’ve been good, yeah. Ready for a sleep but you guys just had to come first tonight,” she smirked, feeling Arthur’s hand tuck beneath the t-shirt hanging down her frame, his fingers tickling up her side in a relaxing and comforting manner, “I feel I haven’t seen you guys for weeks.”
“You haven’t actually,” George remarked with a hint of feigned annoyance, a similar smirk sitting on his mouth, “spending all your time with Arthur now, aren’t you? Taking him away from us. We’ll have to fight for custody.”
She rolled her eyes with a grin and dropped her head into the curve of Arthur’s neck and his jawline, inhaling softly and breathing in the faint scent of cologne still left on his clothing, his arms tightening around her.
He was warm.
So warm.
His hands wouldn’t leave her skin. His arm stayed tight to her waist and his fingers traced soft circles into her hip, just above the waistband of the knickers that dug into her skin, and his free hand kept in its place upon her knee and he gave her a squeeze every so often.
“I’m letting you have him this weekend,” she hummed, “Platform Roulette, no?”
“I only get him when he’s drunk and annoying,” George frowned playfully, “you get him when he’s all cute and soppy. One can only dream of that interaction, used to have it all the time.”
“YN’s cute and soppy also so they’re practically a match made in heaven,” Cam cackled and YN felt the heat creep up her neck and settle across the expanse of her cheeks, “look at you guys, it’s just adorable and it makes me feel sick.”
“Cam, oh my god,” Arthur laughed, “you guys suck.”
“We love you both really,” Alex smiled, “you know we do.”
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honestly, ending a story just isn't my forte... i just hate every ending i write.
anyway!
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I saw something on tiktok crazy pov hehehehehe
Obsessed bf x pretty gf 😍
all i can think about is how much of a simp arthur would be on social media when his girl posts anything...
yourinstagram greece, i love u.
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user1 arthur is so ripped, jesus christ.
user2 this man has dual personalities.
-> user1 for real though. man is such a nerd on camera yet looks like this on the outside. crazy behaviour.
willne It's cool, forget the rest of us.
-> yourinstagram soz, will. just not pleasing enough for the gram.
arthurtv Smash.
arthurtv Oh wait, I already did.
faithlouisak Beaut.
-> yourinstagram says youuu.
user3 Are we just gonna bypass Arthur's comments?
user4 Arthur is such a simp for YN. I love it.
georgeclarkeey Taken major offence to not being included.
-> yourinstagram i love you too, georgey.
arthurtv I've just booked our next holiday. Somewhere even hotter than Greece so no clothes will be needed.
-> arthurnfhill I mean, this could have been sent by text.
-> arthurtv @/arthurnfhill Jealous much?
-> arthurnfhill @/arthurtv Simp much?
user5 Arthur's down so bad right now.
arthurtv Come over right now.
-> yourinstagram i can't. helping chris on a video. be over later. wait for me. xx
-> arthurtv @/yourinstagram Ditch him, he'll understand.
-> chrismd10 @/arthurtv I don't appreciate you trying to steal away my staff for the day so you can get your dick wet.
-> arthurtv @/chrismd10 She was MY girlfriend before YOUR staff.
-> arthurnfhill @/arthurtv Jealous much?
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drunk | arthurtv
hello!
here is my long awaited arthurtv fic number two for you guys. the last one got so much love and i'm so glad it went down as well as it did - panic set in soon after i posted it because i thought it was going to flop rather dramatically so thank you for all the love and comments made; it meant so much.
currently ill with the worst blocked ear/ear infection and i've had to wait for a long while to get myself a doctors appointment so i've had plenty of time to write this current fic and dabble in a couple of other ideas i've had over the last few days.
enjoy! x
--- reader note; mentions of sick, slight hints of sex, drunk arthur, heavy public displays of affection ---
*
At two in the morning, YN was glad that the train station had an open Costa coffee kiosk.
One; to help with the tiredness she felt from having to stay up so late because she was prepared and ready to fall asleep and get, at least, a few hours of sleep before Arthur stumbled through the door in the drunken state she expected him to be in after being on the drink all day. And two; to help with the chill in the air because it was almost zero degrees and the wind was biting at the skin beneath her hoodie every time a train left its platform or every time there was a breeze that blew through the constantly open doors of the station. Her eyelids felt heavy and the chill in the station bit at her exposed cheeks, her nose running and she was forever sniffing, so her fingertips would have definitely gone numb without the much-needed Costa cup of coffee she was nursing in her hands.
She was one of the only a small handful of people waiting at Paddington; but then, given it was almost 1am, she expected nothing but quiet and emptiness in contrast to how it would have been a few hours prior to arriving. The train from Cardiff was one of the last trains to come into London for the night and she couldn’t imagine it would be chaos to try and find her boyfriend and his two friends amongst the hustle and bustle of those clambering off the train. There was a young man sitting on a bench in the distance, hood over his head and his headphones over his ears, as he kept a close eye on the boards above. There was a couple who must have been in their mid-fifties, or so YN presumed, who seemed to be waiting for one of their children to come home, given what was written on a small banner they’d decorated for their arrival - proud parents, she thought, because she wouldn’t have dared tell her own parents about getting a train home that was to dock at almost one in the morning. And there was a security officer walking around, making sure no one was causing any problems, wearing a thick coat that YN was extremely jealous of because she could imagine how warm he was.
She heard them before she saw them.
“YN!”
George was the first to greet her, arms open wide as he engulfed her into a hug, his green hoodie tied around the waist of his shorts because he was clearly susceptible to cold air that London had to offer that night, not a care in the world to the goosebumps rising on the surface of his skin. Although, she could vouch for him because the weather was beautifully warm when they left for Wales that morning. His hat placed backwards on his head and he could barely walk in a straight line in her direction, shoelace undone and she kept a close eye on him to make sure he didn’t trip and fall flat on his face. Everyone knew what a typical Platform Roulette filming day entailed - plenty of drink, plenty of shots, plenty of piss-taking and plenty of fun - so she expected nothing less than what was standing before her.
“Thank you so much for this,” he hums and she could smell the beer on his breath. His chin rested upon her shoulder and she would be lying if she said she wasn’t basking in the warmth he was radiating, “you’re the best.”
“I didn’t really have a choice, did I? Couldn’t leave you three stranded in the middle of London in the freezing cold, drunk out of your minds and wandering around without a clue on where you were going,” she snorted, patting him on the back as she pulled away from him, taking a long sip of her coffee to keep the feeling of heat running through her body, “you’re welcome, though. Nice knowing that you’ll get back safely. And it’s a free trip home so you’d be three fools to turn it down.”
Arthur Hill was the next to give her a hug and he clearly wasn’t as drunk as George seemed to be so she was intrigued to know just how well her boyfriend had handled his drink that day. He whispered a thank you, pressed a kiss to her cheek, and pulled away from her before following George towards the station exit where they disappeared around the corner.
“Baaabe,” Arthur smiled, slurring the term of endearment incredibly heavily and YN knew she was in for a long, long night when they arrived back at her flat. His eyelids were sunken, his cheeks were rosey-red and he had a silly smile upon his face that she only saw when he’d sunken more pints than he could handle, hair messed upon his head, hoodie tied around his shoulders in a makeshift cape hanging down his back, “I missed you today.”
He draped himself over her in the tightest hug he could muster, almost knocking the two of them to the floor in the middle of Paddington station, and she could feel eyes boring into the back of her skull as people watched the two of them - anyone would think they’d not seen each other for months on end and it was a reunion for all to see. His hugs were invigorating and she’d take his arms over anything comforting. He was her safety net and seeing him after a day of not hearing from him, it made her feel soft and ready to melt at his feet.
“Are you drunk? Or are you drunk drunk?”
“What’s the difference?” He grinned cheekily, swinging his arm around her shoulders and pulling her into his side, pressing the sloppiest and wettest kiss against her temple as they started their walk towards the exit, “m’just a little drunk. Only a little bit.”
The beer stain on his trousers and the strong smell of sambuca and the faint smell of beer on his breath said differently but that was a conversation for when he was sober and could almost remember everything that happened that day. Which she was in major doubts about. Because it seemed like he couldn’t remember how to walk, let alone walk in a straight line, and she guessed she would have to wait for the Platform Roulette video to be posted online before she got the full rundown of his day.
His hands kept wandering across her body as they stepped foot closer and closer to the exit of the station; his arm occasionally wrapping around her waist and his hand brushing against her bum, his fingers tickling across the expanse of her chest when he laid his arm across her shoulders, and as humorous as she found it, she didn’t fancy being groped (playfully, might she add) in the middle of the train station where there were eyes watching the two of them.
“Stop it,” she warned him in a hushed tone, “save it for home.”
“But you just look so good-” a hiccup interrupted his sentence and he swallowed back a burp before she carried on, “you look so so good in my clothes.” And it came out as a whine, like a child not getting what they wanted, one foot tripping over the other as she tried her best to keep him from falling flat on his face.
“First thing I could find in my room after you texted me to come and pick you up.”
“Well, you should wear more of my clothes. Suit you better than me,” they stepped foot outside and she felt his arm tighten around her shoulder, pulling her closer to his side to keep the two of them as far out of the cold as possible, and she really couldn’t wait to get back home. Back under the warmth of her blanket, back under the bedding she had on her bed, and back with the hot-water bottle she had resting behind her back before she left, “or you could just wear nothing at all. I love it when you’ve got nothing on, more than I love you wearing my clothes.”
“Cheeky as per usual, mister Television,” George cackled as he overhead the last little bit of their conversation, wiggling his eyebrows in his direction, “we best get home quick so Arthur can get his-”
Arthur charged for him and covered his mouth, shaking his head, “there is a lady present,” he looked in YN’s direction and she rolled her eyes, “besides, she knows what we’re gonna be doing later.”
She snorted at his comment and begrudgingly wiggled from underneath his arm, her car keys sitting heavy in the pocket of her hoodie as she fished them out, unlocking her car door to allow the three of them, who seemed to already be fighting over who got the front seat, to clamber inside.
*
“Are you in need of a sick bucket tonight?”
She walked into her bedroom, with a glass of water in one hand and two paracetamol tablets in the palm of her other hand, and saw Arthur tucked up in her bed. His blue t-shirt chucked on the floor in a heap of cotton and his beige trousers left at the door as a reminder to put them in the wash the following morning, his rucksack hanging on the back of her desk chair and his shoes kicked off next to the fluffy slippers she kept beside her en-suite bathroom. A tea light was lit under the wax burner she had upon the shelf above her bed, emitting the smell of cinnamon and gingerbread around her room, the flickering flame adding a sense of sensual comfort to the room, casting shadows in her room and upon his face.
“I can handle my liquor,” he stated and shook his head, snuggling a little further down upon the mattress and patting her side of the bed with his hand, “I told you I’m only a little drunk, I promise. Now come and lay down with me.”
“I just want to get everything ready before I get settled,” she insisted as she placed the glass of water and the paracetamol on the bedside table that was closest to him, ready for him to take in the morning, “and I need to make sure you’re set for any headaches or whatever.”
He watched as she flitted around her bedroom, making sure the bathroom light was off and that his shoes were placed a little neater than how they’d been left, kicking his t-shirt towards his trousers so neither of them tripped over the items when they needed a wee in the middle of the night. She threw a couple more pillows on the bed, because she hated laying flat when she slept, and he helped out by placing them where she would normally have them, which she felt incredibly grateful for. And, as she stepped closer to the bed, he reached for her hand and gave it a gentle tug - enough was enough and he felt she was spiraling in her tired state.
“You look after me so well,” he smiled softly, dropping her hand and grabbing her waist, pulling her onto the bed, the duvet slipping from his chest and exposing his nude upper half for her eyes to divulge. She situated her legs either side of his, hands on his shoulders, fingers combing through the hair at the nape of his neck and her eyes couldn’t leave his, “I love you so much.”
“I love you too,” she hummed, pressing a kiss to his cheek as he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer to his body, shuffling around into a more comfortable position, “it’s lucky we’re not doing anything tomorrow because I’m getting the feeling we won’t be sleeping much tonight.”
“That’s cheeky,” he smirked, hiding his face in her neck and pressing a litter of kisses across her collarbone, “but you’re so correct, baby.”
*
not sure how i feel about the ending... but here it is! in all its glory.
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S I C K A R T H U R H E A D C A N N O N
| A R T H U R T V |
** author note before you read; mentions of sickness, throwing up, and brief talks of drugs in the form of paracetamol **
-> yn knows.
-> she just knows.
-> arthur is very rarely ill, and yn envies that about him, so it knocks him for six when he comes down with any form of an illness and it's not difficult to see a change in his behaviour.
-> and it goes both ways.
-> if a cold hits him hard, or the flu really knocks him down, he can barely stay awake.
-> if he had any plans with his friends then she would send them a text to inform them that arthur probably wouldn't be able to attend whatever they had planned - whether it be filming for a new video, a podcast, or just meeting for lunch...
-> 'georgey, arthur's pretty ill and i'm not waking him up to tell him he's gonna be late for you. just letting you know he probs won't be able to film with you today. sending apologies on his behalf. xx'
-> 'Bless his cotton socks. hopefully this teaches him not to wear shorts and a t-shirt during a ChrisMD shoot in these current baltic conditions. But give him some smooches and cuddles from me. x'
-> 'fancy coming over to look after him instead? i'm sure you fancy him more than i do... it's okay though. fess up and we can clear the air, clarkey. xx'
-> when he does wake up, he doesn't even question the time. all he can think about is how rough he feels.
-> he's alone in the bedroom. his phone is on his bedside table. and his alarm had clearly been turned off - which, really, he was thankful for because he definitely would have felt worse - and there's a glass of water with two tablets beside it.
-> he knows that she knows he's ill.
-> he wraps himself up warm; makes sure to put some warm socks on his feet, puts on a hoodie and pulls the hood over his head, he grabs the blanket from the bed to wrap around his shoulders and slowly walks into the living room.
-> and she's decorated the living room for a cosy day spent inside; candles are lit and emitting smells he wish he could smell through his blocked nose, the tv has netflix launched up and ready for them to choose something to watch, the curtains are drawn closed and the sofa is turned into somewhere for them to lay on with everything (from chocolates and biscuits to bits of fruit to paracetamol and cold and flu tablets) on the coffee table and in arms reach.
-> and they spend all day on the sofa.
-> film after film after film, a nap in the mid-afternoon, watching tik-tok and showing each other silly videos they stumble upon and she enjoys having him to herself for the day and not sharing him with their friends and missing him due to his youtubing schedule.
-> they order in take-away for a late dinner; a chinese because that's always their go-to meal when they can't be bothered to cook.
-> if its sickness that hits him then he really spends all day in their bed, closest to the bathroom, doing nothing but sleeping because his stomach is in knots.
-> and she's there for everything that happens, even though he worries about her falling ill, instead of dealing with himself being so ill.
-> "i don't want you to catch this-"
-> "i'll be fine. if i catch it then you can look after me."
-> "but it's horrible, lovie. i don't want you to have it."
-> "i'm not going anywhere, arthur."
-> "but-"
-> "no buts, arthur. i'm choosing to look after you. i want to look after you. i'm staying out."
-> she kneels behind him and she gives his hip or his knee a gentle rub every so often to let him know she's still there, sliding her hand round his middle and rubbing his belly in between retching and his skin is sweltering and he's sticky and warm.
-> the only thing he can wear is boxer shorts because he feels hot and she's pretty thankful that the only thing she'd need to be washing is the bedsheets and dirty pants and no sick-covered pyjamas.
-> she's rubbing his back as he throws up.
-> she's wiping the sweat from his forehead with a damp flannel when he's done throwing up.
-> she sits on the bathroom floor with him and lets him fall back against her once he tires himself out. ghostly white and covered in sweat. practically falling asleep from the moment his head his her shoulder and his face hid in her neck.
-> he gets better through the day. drinking green tea and peppermint tea when he needed a drink, sipping on glasses of water, munching on dry toast and dry crackers and dry biscuits.
-> she runs him a warm bath, sits with him to make sure he doesn't fall asleep and drop beneath the bath water, tells him silly stories that she has definitely told him before but he keeps asking for her to talk to him.
-> and he sounds and looks drunk; slurring his words when he speaks, barely making sense to her, and his eyes are hooded and low and he has a tired smile on his lips.
-> "jus' love listening to you talk, lovie. so soothing."
-> "you're such a simp for me, huh?"
-> "how can i not be? have you seen you?"
-> "have you seen you? i should be the simp in this relationship."
-> "m'so naked in front of you right now and you're not simping?"
-> "i'm not looking, mister television."
-> "i'd be looking at you, all the time, lovie."
-> "you're just a little pervert, arthur. my little pervert."
-> she absolutely babies him when he finally comes to terms with the fact that he's sick.
-> and he just lets her.
-> usually, he doesn't like to be fussed over - he's always telling her that he's old enough to be able to do things himself and doesn't need other people doing things for him - but he doesn't have the energy to argue when he's ill.
-> she's happy to look after him and he's happy that she's happy to look after him but, deep down, he just can't be bothered to argue with her.
-> but he's appreciative of her.
-> so appreciative.
-> all the time, everything she does for him, he's so thankful.
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How do you think George & Arthur would react to their girlfriend having an off day and being a bit emotional?
I feel like Arthur especially would be such a sweetheart about it 🥴
ohhh absolutely! he'd be the softest boyfriend. :((((
A R T H U R
arthur has a sixth sense.
he likes to pride himself on knowing when his girlfriend is having a bad day, knowing when his girlfriend feels ill, knowing when she just needs some comfort and some love without her asking for it verbally or delving deep into her feelings. he never goes digging for answers... he always lets her take her time, lets her enjoy the comfort he gives to her, lets her tell him on her own terms.
sometimes, he can tell through her texts.
when she gives him short answers, when she takes a while to send a text back to him, when she misses the 'x' at the end. when she gets to the point, when she's straight with him, not double-texting him... or even triple-texting.
sometimes, though, it's just a gut feeling.
and it's usually around that time of the month where all she wants is to feel warmth, love and comfort from those close to her. knowing that she caves in on herself when she first starts, when she feels the cramps begin, and all she wants is to be looked after without needing to ask him to grab her tampons or pads or sweet treats that she craves. to which he complies, of course.
he doesn't care how silly he looks when he's on the tube, with a bag in his hand that was full with boxes of tampons and pads, alongside an unusual amount of chocolate for one person and paracetamol to help soothe any of her aches and pains. a big bouquet of flowers in his hand that definitely draws attention to himself... but he doesn't seem to care as he stands looking at the floor with his airpods in his ears as he listens to music to pass the time.
and it's time like this where she's glad he had a key to her flat.
because there was no way she was leaving the warmth of her bath to answer the door if he knocked to only get back in moments later with a different feel the water than she had been accustomed to before. knowing that it was him when she heard the jangle of his keys fall in the bowl on the table beside her front door. colliding with the metal of her own keys that lay in the bottom of the wooden bowl.
hearing his footsteps thud around the open plan of her living space, the rustle of a bag being placed down on her kitchen island, hearing him step closer and closer to where her bedroom was. her bedroom door creaking as he steps inside and she was expecting his face to peek around the door to her en-suite.
"only me," he smiles, "had a feeling you'd be in here."
"how do you know i was in?"
"your keys and your shoes by the door," he points his thumb over his shoulder and she mentally facepalms herself for being stupid, "had a feeling you weren't feeling so good today, too."
"been a bit distant, haven't i?"
he steps into the bathroom, hit with the smell of cocoa and coconut from the bubbles in her bath, crouching down beside the tub and resting his forearms on the edge of the ceramic basin she was laid in.
"it's okay," he says softly, "i know you like the back of my hand now."
he dips his fingers into the water and feels how lukewarm it was and she frowns, knowing she'd had to stand up and leave the warmth she was soaking under and find another source of comfort to keep her nice and soothed. to keep her stomach from cramping. to keep her from curling over in aches that seemed to swallow her up whenever she moved.
"brought you some bits, as well," he informs her, standing to his feet and reaching for the towel she had draped over her towel rack, "some chocolate, some tablets, some tampons and that. i don't know if you have some already so... i can always take some back to mine."
she smiles as he stretches the towel out, waiting for her to stand to her feet so he can wrap her up tightly under the cotton, giving her a hug once her teeth start chattering at the chill in the air.
"thank you," she whispers, leaning up to press a kiss to his cheek, "love you."
"anything for you," he replies and presses his lips to her forehead, "love you, too."
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G E O R G E
george is oblivious.
but she hid it well, he had to admit.
she stands to her feet during the half-time show of the football game they had on the television, stepping passed the the two arthur's who were sat on the floor and leaning against the sofa and walking passed chris who was sat in the single chair sitting diagonal to the tv, leaving the warmth of george's body heat from where they had taken the sofa so they could lounge together. excusing herself by claiming she was using the toilet before disappearing for the second 45 minutes of the game.
it's only when arthur (hill) mentions that he was getting a numb bum and needed a sofa cushion that george realises she hadn't come back to fill the empty space beside him.
"we're about to watch a film out here, do you want to-"
he cuts his own question off once he sees the human-sized lump curled up underneath his duvet, hand holding the handle of his bedroom door as he pushes it open, his eyebrows furrowing on his browline in confusion.
"babe?"
"hmm?"
"you okay?" his voice comes out in a hushed tone, quiet and almost whispered and he steps into his room, leaving the door ajar, "did i wake you up?"
"no," she responds softly, tucking the duvet tighter around her body and she feels the bed dip beside her as george crawls across the top of the mattress, his arms coming to rest either side of her as his legs straddle her body and his face soon comes into her line of vision, "i'm okay, yeah."
he cocks an eyebrow and she smiles softly.
"i just needed some time to myself," she admits softly, craning her neck to look at him and she's met with the softest pair of eyes looking back at her, "thought i'd leave you lads to watch the football."
"really?"
the way the word lingers on his tongue makes it known to her that he can sense a change in her demeanour and she lets herself relax, her body rolling onto her back and there's a moment where his breath washes over her face and she feels more relaxed than she had done before.
"no but it's silly," she sighs and she mentally scolds herself for how shaky it sounds, "just feeling a little sad, i guess."
"why's that?"
"i don't know," she shrugs and he drops his head to press a kiss to her forehead, "think i'm just feeling all soft. today's been such a nice and comforting day with you guys and tomorrow, it just goes back to me being stressed with work and not seeing you and-"
she lets out a heavy sigh and watches as it catches his fringe.
"i guess i just want every day to be like today," she admits and he tuts at her, "what?"
"you're forgetting i'm your boyfriend. you can see me whenever you want, you silly goose," he leans his weight on one arm and brings his other up so he could cup her face, brushing his thumb against her cheek, "if you want to stay here then you can. the boys won't care. if you want to see me, just say so. you know that."
"i just don't want to be a burden," she says and he shakes his head, "i do, sometimes. i don't want to interrupt time with the guys out there."
"but you come first," he says, "always." xx
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Hellur, how are uu!!! This is my first time in tumblr. And there are only a few of george clarke or arthurtv fics. Very thankful for one of the people who creates them🙇♀️🙇♀️
May i request a reaction for Arthur or George where all of their fans love their gf, especially she's just a normal beautiful gal 😍😍😍 what if their girl has dimplessss
hi lovely. welcome to tumblr, welcome to my blog, welcome to a safe place to come vent and chat all things arthurtv and chaos crew as well as youtube! lots of love! thank you for popping by - don't be a stranger, at all.
i have so many thoughts for this :')))
G E O R G E
everyone loves her.
he takes his time to introduce her publicly because she's isn't a girl who is known - she's not a youtuber, she's not a tiktoker, she's not an influencer so he wants to slowly wean her into the chaos of his life and shield her from twitter's hate and the tiktok comments that will be written about her.
because, of course, there will always be some people who dislike her - its part and parcel of being with him and she knows that.
those that love her, she loves back. she always keeps an eye on her social media, always checks in with them, replies to their tweets and she does little q and a's on her instagram story about herself... with the occasional question about her and george or anything to do with their relationship (without going into much detail - she leaves that for his podcast).
and he definitely has her on for an episode, alongside andrew, like a couple's podcast episode where they just spill the beans on what it's like to date max and george. from the horse's mouth comments from someone who is dating someone so loved and well-known in their industry line of work.
"i'm pretty sure everyone loves yn more than they love me."
"what can i say? you're not the only one with a pretty face., georgey boy."
"it's the dimples, i'm telling you."
and she will always tease him because she knows how loved she is in amongst his followers. always having pictures taken at events they see her at, taking cute and funny selfies, hugging those who want to give her a hug and george just loves to see it happen.
-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-
A R T H U R
his followers speculate before arthur actually announces that they're in a relationship...
he's much more of a soft launcher with the two of them as opposed to completely introducing her - he never sees the point in posting her alongside her social tags because she's not someone known to many in the world.
he can't hide on social media; and that doesn't stop him from being a simp for her. people go digging once they see them together in public, people see that he likes her posts, they can see his comments and he doesn't see the problem because that's his girl and if he wants to show his love for her than he can. he just chooses not to launch her hard by giving her a dedicated post so people know who she is.
so when it's been long enough, and he sees that people love her and want to see more of her, he starts bringing her onto his channel.
that's how he properly and formerly introduces her.
"yn's here with me today."
"he needs the views, figured he may as well use me as clout."
"well- no, that's not- no-"
he gets so soft in the face, cheeks going red and he stutters and she loves that he still gets giddy over how she has such witty remarks back to him.
"i'm just messing, i'm here for my five minutes of fame."
"again, not what's happening."
and it's just sweet moments where people can truly see them for how they actually are together - so sickeningly in love with each other that it's almost too sweetly gross to witness.
and, my god, the edits that come out of it are something yn could sit and watch for days because it really captures just how they are as a couple. and she's no stranger to sharing them on her socials, saving them to her camera roll, showing them to arthur when they're sitting and aimlessly scrolling their accounts, commenting how she loves them and that it's so special to have their sweet and loving moments documented in such a way.
out in public, he's so soft with her and always stands close to her on their museum dates and they're always holding hands down the busy streets of london and he always holds her close to him on the tubes whenever they need to get public transports and he's always weary of her going over to meet those who had seen the two of them in the street... people take photos, they take videos, they share them all over the internet - they can't stop them from doing that. he knows she's just being kind but he always tells her that she can never been too careful. but she loves them just as much as he is thankful for them; and of course, he sits back and watches as they start showing off how much they adore her. xx
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could you write a fic where arthur finishes too fast in bed and gets really embarrassed about it but the reader comforts him
love u
please, he'd be so sad... :(((
"arthur?"
"i'm nearly done in here," he murmurs back in response except yn can't figure out his response from the sound of the shower that had hot water cascading down his bare skin, "be done soon."
"what was that?"
"i'm nearly-"
his sentence is cut short when he hears his en-suite door open and close and his heart sinks lower in his chest at the sight of her figure on the other side of the frosted glass of his shower. with her hair still pulled back into a messy ponytail and a grey tee hanging down her figure, which he assumed she'd taken from his wardrobe, his eyes staring into the distance except the frosted glass kept him from seeing anything clearly.
"i'm nearly done in here," he repeats, taking a deep breath and feeling the steam clear his nose and his throat, "should be enough hot water for you."
"not what i came in here for," she claims and he watches her as she slides the tee over her head and lets it drop to the floor, laying in a cotton puddle at her feet, "i came to check on you, you just left me in bed, naked."
he gulps back the lump in his throat and stares down at his feet, his eyes focusing on the water that ran down his legs and disappeared down the plughole so he didn't have to see her step into the shower, so he didn't have to make eye contact wit her. her hands tentatively reaching forward to grab his hands and she winces at the heat of the water that touches her skin.
"jesus, arthur."
she snatches her arms back and he frowns, feeling one of her arms snake around him so she could turn down the heat and make the water a little more tolerable, a little cooler so his skin wasn't scolded and red and blistering by the time he left the room.
"i'm sorry."
"i didn't realise you had your showers this hot," she says softly, taking slow steps towards him and reaching her hands back out, taking his fingers in her gentle hold and squeezing them softly, "no need to be sorry about that."
"no, i'm sorry about-" he cuts himself off, shaking his head at how silly he felt before he looked up and made eye contact with her, "i'm sorry i couldn't last in there."
"oh."
the silence between them was broken by the stream of water falling from the shower head yet neither of them could tear their eyes from each other. his fringe clung to his forehead and his eyes were sunken and she could see the sadness lingering deep in his mind. she lifted a hand up, cupping his cheek in the palm of her hand and she smiles at the way his head tilts into her touch, his other hand squeezing hers.
"you don't need to apologise for that either," she admits, stroking the curve of his cheek with her thumb, "it happens."
"i just, i don't want you think i wanted it over with from the moment it started."
"i'm actually taking it as a compliment. i'm just too sexy that you can't hold it back," she jokes teasingly and he can't hide the amusement that bubbles up in his chest and leaves his mouth in breathy laugh, "i think you just can't handle hot hot i am."
"you really are just irresistible," and she swore she saw a smirk tickle at the corner of his lips, moving her arms to wrap around his waist, resting her cheek against his chest and feeling the wet skin against her face, "i know you were excited to, you know, do it now i'm home from sri lanka and-"
"it's okay, arthur," she shakes her head softly, "honest. you're home now so we've got so much time to spend together."
"i'll make it up to you," he presses a kiss to her wet hair and lets his mouth linger, "i promise you." xx
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selfies | arthurtv
yourinstagram this is my boyfriend, arthur. and this is arthur's boyfriend, george.
[tagged; arthurtv and georgeclarkeey]
user1 yn, how many selfies do you have of these two? and can you share with the girls?
chrismd10 Christ. You really should stop leaving your phone with the two morons.
user2 how does it feel to third-wheeling your own relationship??
-> yourinstagram it sucks, honestly.
arthurnfhill It's okay, @/yourinstagram. We can bully them together in the next platty roulette.
-> yourinstagram YES PLZ
-> yourinstagram also, never call it platty roulette again. who even are you???
user3 YNNNNN!! SHARE THE REST. PLEASE. HELP A GIRL OUT.
-> yourinstagram babe, let me tell you. i have thousands of these on my phone. i think it would take up my entire instagram.
user4 yn taking part in a tiktok trend, but on instagram, has me cackling.
theburntchip Now you know how it feels to be when you and Sabina take selfies on my phone...
-> yourinstagram yeah but sabz is fit. george is...n't.
-> georgeclarkeey @/yourinstagram Excuse me??
arthurtv You'll always be my number one.
-> yourinstagram lucky i love you.
-> georgeclarkeey Thanks, babe. You're my number one.
-> yourinstagram @/georgeclarkeey go away.
arthurtv I love you. Can you come back to bed now? I need you.
-> user1 arthur's down baaaaad.
-> arthurtv @/user1 Always am when George cockblocks me.
-> user2 HOWLING.
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loving the dad george content but what would arthur be like as a dad??
i was waiting for this to come in, hahaha. :'))
we need to go into more detail on this trope like we did with girl-dad!george. i think it's a desperate need, too... i can already feel my mind racing with ideas...
"how?"
"arthur, for god sake, do you really need me to answer that?"
he gulps back the thick lump in his throat that sat low, head aching and he felt constricted and tight with the headphones that hung around his neck, the main channel video he was editing going long forgotten about on his screen. and she can see the colour of his cheeks vanish. and she was thankful he was sat down because she was certain he would have passed out once she told him the news.
she didn't want to take the test at his place... but it was a burden on her mind as the pregnancy test box sat in her handbag, hanging on the back of the chair tucked underneath his desk in his bedroom, and she just needed an answer. having felt sick for the last few weeks, waking up feeling nauseous and unable to keep her breakfast down her, it was either a serious matter of needing a doctor to take a look at her or she had fallen pregnant... she wanted it to be the former but she had a gut feeling it was the latter.
"but-"
"i know. we were careful."
and they always were.
he had a stack of condoms in his bedside table for when they got a little carried away. she was on the pill.
except that one night, coming home from a party thrown to celebrate a birthday, where they stumbled into his flat drunk and desperate for each other, ripping off their clothes and leaving a trail right up to his bedroom door. it was quick, lust-filled, drunk. neither one of them in the mood for foreplay. she didn't remember reaching for protection, she didn't remember him taking a moment to wrap himself up, she didn't remember sliding it on for him or watching him take it off... so she wholeheartedly trusted her own protection to save her.
she knew it had to have been that night.
the dates matched.
"we clearly weren't that night," she adds, "arthur-"
"i don't- i- yn, i don't know how to be a dad."
"and you think i know how to be a mum? arthur, in case it didn't occur to you but, i don't have kids. i've never been a parent before either," she hisses at him from his office doorway and he digs the heels of his hands into his eyes, "christ, i'm just as scared as you right now. and i think i deserve to be-"
"it's a two person situation, yn," he claims, sticking two fingers up in her direction and she frowns, "i don't deserve to be scared?"
"yeah but you're not the one who has to go through the chances, are you? you'll still remain you where i'll look like i've stolen a watermelon from the supermarket," she grumbles lowly and he lets out a slight snicker; the light tension that was building had seemingly fizzled out, the initial shock still lingering in the air but it was something he could ignore, "it's not funny!"
"a watermelon?"
"it's the first thing that came to mind," she sighs heavily and puffs out a long breath from within her chest, "you're not going to throw up at any given moment because a smell puts you off. you're not going to have hormone changes and cry at stupid things. you won't get fat or start to waddle because you can't walk properly. you don't even have to push them out of a tight hole that's not big enough."
he sets his hands down on the arms of his chair and pushes himself out from underneath his desk, standing to his feet with his arms stretched out in her direction, and he takes her hands tightly in his own.
"i get that, i do," he hums softly, stroking a knuckle with his thumb and using his other hand to pull her into his chest, "but that doesn't mean my feels are invalid. i'm a support system for you in a situation that i've never had to deal with before."
she wraps her arms around his waist and buries her face into the tee draping down his chest, the smell soothing the butterflies that were fluttering around in her stomach - the one thing she panicked would happen never did and it put her mind at ease.
"yeah, okay, but you won't get fat, arthur," she grumbles.
"you won't be fat though," he assures her, pressing a kiss to her head, "you'll be carrying a baby. our baby. making sure they're growing and that they're healthy. you're a home, keeping them safe, looking after them."
they stand there in silence, swaying from side to side, seconds going by and she truly felt like they could work everything out together. as a team.
"you're not upset?"
he pulls away and looks down at her, shaking his head, "why on earth would i be upset?"
"because we never spoke about this. we're not even married. we don't live together," she looks up at him and makes eye contact with him, "i know it's not ideal and-"
"i'm scared, i'm not upset," he interrupted and smiles down at her, "we've got nine months to figure everything out. i'd say that's enough time."
and, of course, he spent nine months reading all the baby books and reading things online. buying book after book from amazon and creating a good pile on his bedside table that he read before they went to bed, reading out different facts and important things so that he could involve yn in his learning. asking all the right questions at their midwife appointments. asking his mum and his step-mum all the right things to understand what could happen during her labour and what he could do to make things easier. and he's so proud to talk about it when people ask him. xx
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For clarkey and television boobs or bum??
oh good god...
A R T H U R
he's definitely a boob guy.
without a doubt.
his hands are the perfect size to hold them, which he's no stranger to doing on the frequent occasion, whether it be resting his hands over them whilst cuddling on the sofa or squeezing them in his palms as he attaches his mouth to her nipples.
he's like a cheeky schoolboy whenever she wears any kind of clothing that was revealing of her chest region. whether it be from a dress or from a top that was low-cut, he's a giggling mess and he goes all shy and he can't seem to tear his eyes away from the supple swells of her breasts showing from her clothes.
and she has to remind him, "my eyes are up here, pervert."
to which he stutters out his apologies with a nervous laugh.
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G E O R G E
bum.
all day, every day.
he's such a bum guy.
he loves his girl's behind and he'll find any reason to touch it. when at home, he has free reign to squeeze a cheek every time she walks past him or give her a cheeky slap when he's following behind her or in the kitchen with her. when they're at an event together, he'll wrap an arm around her waist throughout the night but, by the end of the night or when he's a few pints deep, he's practically cupping her bum without a care in the world on who's looking.
his eyes will always take in and relish upon the curves of her behind.
"i can feel you looking."
"can't a man just admire the view before him?"
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Hehehehe for George and Arthur what if their missus has a pet, and their pet never ever like them hahaha
oh my god, this makes me howl-
G E O R G E
it's a cat.
a fluffy, white ragdoll cat with the most beautiful eyes and the most softest fur and it's her life and soul.
when they first met and first got to know one another, it was a topic of conversation they never really dwelled upon and she figured it just wasn't something he needed to know until he was a frequent visitor to her home; it wasn't that it would confuse the cat but it was simply because she was a little timid around new people, would hide and shy herself away when she had guests over, and she wanted her to be sure of him.
"so, i have a cat. probably asleep on the back of my sofa so just be a bit quiet when you come in."
"a cat? this is brand new information."
and she could tell, as soon as the cat took one look at him, that she didn't take an instant liking to him. she hissed in his direction when he slowly walked towards her, swiped at him with her paw when he went to stroke her, growled at him when he tried to scratch her head.
"i suppose you're not really used to women denying your love, are you?"
"it's a cat."
he says it so defensively and it humours yn as to how he pretended how unhurt he was, on the outside, over her cat not liking him. on the inside, she could only imagine him panicking over it being somewhat of a deal breaker for her - if the cat says no, he's got to go.
all yn tells him is that she'll make herself known to him when she feels more comfortable around him.
"it won't happen straight away. but, the more you come over, the more she'll get to know you," she says and george just frowns at her, every single time she reminds him, "trust me. it's a slow process."
she was the cutest ragdoll cat he'd ever seen and he was drawn to her as soon as he walked through yn's front door, wanting to give the cat a stroke over her fur or just a few pets and scratches between her ears every time he saw her... except, she just wouldn't allow it.
scratch after scratch, bite after bite, growl after growl. and yn always felt bad when he asked for a piece of tissue or a plaster because the cat had scratched at his arm and caused a cut to form on his skin.
it's a long process.
almost half a year.
there's moments where it looks like she's getting more comfortable around him. she'll sit a little closer to him, having started in a whole different room when he first started coming over, and she'll walk passed him without hissing. she'll allow a little head scratch before she gets up and walks away, to find another place to curl up into a ball, and she won't swipe at him now that he's a bit more frequent in the flat.
and it stuns yn, one day, when she comes home from work and sees her cat loafing on george's chest as he lays on her sofa.
"please don't do anything loud," he whispers at her, shaking his head softly, as the cat purrs in pleasure from the scratches he's giving behind her ears, "she's been sat on me for about an hour now."
"i'm simply amazed," yn says, carefully placing her keys down on the side and there's a moment, where her cat's eyes widen and her purrs stop and george thinks the moment has been ruined, until she slowly closes her eyes again and gets a little more comfortable, "how did this happen?"
"i don't know. i let myself in and she just, she just came and sat on me."
and from that moment on, her go-to place is george. whether it be his chest or his lap or simply just beside him. she follows him when he goes into the kitchen, she meows for his attention, she always tries to take food from his plate and he just can't ever be mad at her... not after their progress.
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A R T H U R
it's a dog.
a miniature, longhaired, dapple-coloured dachshund that she adores.
arthur hears him before he sees him; when he knocks on her door to announce his arrival, there's non-stop yapping from her puppy that he felt a little bad to have caused. unsure of what he was about to be hit with when the door opens. he knows she owns a pet - she's been no stranger to posting about him online and he was an avid follower of hers online and always reacted to her instagram stories when she posted herself and her pup on a walk through london's parks.
he's expecting an ankle biter. snuffling his face into the side of his trainers, scratching at the legs of his cargo trousers, softly yapping up at him for attention, sniffing around him to get a scent of him.
except, arthur is met with something ironic; her dachshund trying to stand guard, acting tough and standing in between herself and him, growling whenever he tried to step around him and make his way to yn as she watches the scene unfold before her.
"he's just not used to you yet."
"well, you best get used to me. i'm going to be here a lot more often," and he speaks down to the dog as he crouches down to it's level and lets him take a look at him, reaching forward to scratch his head in between his ears... except her puppy scuffles away and hides behind her legs, "so much for looking tough, big guy."
most of the time, her puppy will either sleep in his bed or entertain himself with the many toys he has on her living room floor. he'll shake them, bite them, wrestle with them, kick them around... and yn, so often, would chuck them for him to show off to arthur how agile and excitable he gets when someone plays with him - but when arthur gets the chance to throw him a toy, to try and play with him, he just ignores the attempt and scurries on over to yn's feet where he sits and waits for her to throw something so he can play fetch with her.
and it's quite comical.
arthur looks dejected. unhappy. sad, almost.
"do i give off bad energy or something?"
"he's only just met you. give it time."
"but-"
"next time i take him on a walk, you can come with me. you can walk him, if you want?"
and he tries to.
he's dressed for the cold weather; hat over his head, layers of clothes on his body, trainers on his feet, gloves on his hands. and he has hold of the lead... except yn's puppy barely moves. he tugs on the lead to try and get him to walk but he stays put. and people who are passing find it amusing. they laugh, they joke, and arthur can't help but laugh nervously.
"help me."
yn takes over and he just feels so frustrated.
and he knows he shouldn't because... well... it's a dog.
but all it takes is for him to buy him a new toy for his 'birthday' and give him a couple of intensely flavoured treats (and sneak some food from his plate and into his bowl) and they slowly form a special bond that yn loves to watch. to the point where he whines at the door once arthur leaves to go home, to the point where he's excited to see him at the door, to the point where arthur can take him out on his own and he behaves like an angel. xx
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Omyghad reaction for George or Arthur for their s/o wearing sexy dress🫣
i have this image in my head of both partners being different to each other in terms of clothing; where george has a girl who loves to wear a spaghetti strap, sparkly dress for events... i imagine arthur having a partner who loves her summer dresses and feels more comfortable with a sleeve...
don't know if this is what you had in mind but this just came out...
G E O R G E
she's always his number one when it comes to needing a date to any event that he's been invited to. whether it be a youtubing event or a premiere of a new movie or a party that one of his friends is throwing. she's always his go-to date - even before they got together - and he wouldn't have it any other way.
before they started dating, she'll get ready at her own home and go to his flat to meet him before they go to the event together... after a few months and they've been together for a while, they get ready in the same place and he favours that more than being separated from one another.
and when he sees her in her outfit - usually always a spaghetti strap dress and heels with a small handbag for her necessities for the night - he almost instantly wants to take it off and cancel their plans and stay at home, in bed, with their clothes on the floor in heaps instead of on their hangers. he can't take his eyes off of her. as soon as she is completely ready, make-up perfected and her hair styled beautifully and comfortable for the night, his eyes wash over with lust and she can feel his gaze drag from her toes to the last hair on her head.
"what do you think?"
"you look gorgeous," he grins widely at her and she does a little twirl to give him the full look instead of just the front, "always. you always do."
on the drive to wherever the location was, he has his hand flat out on her exposed thigh for the entire journey. rubbing her skin with the pad of his thumb, squeezing her flesh every so often, holding gentle conversation with her about what they had been invited to.
and the whole event, he has her close by. not tucked under his arm, not held to his side by an arm around her waist, not sat between him and someone else. if she wanted to go and wander and find her own friends, the girls, then he wouldn't have been annoyed. not that he was worried she would go off and get herself into trouble... he was more worried about those around them and how drunk people never really understood a boundary... he was looking out for her. the more drinks he sunk, the more his stomach filled with butterflies every time he locked eyes with her... every time he let his eyes wander over her body... every time he gazed at her... and every drink he sank, he got more and more touchy and a little more clingy with her. always wanting to hug her and wrapping his arms tightly around her waist and holding her close to his chest. spreading kisses across her neck and her shoulders when he walked up behind her. a cheeky brush to her bum whenever he passed by. when they got caught in a quick chat with one of their mutual friends, his arm stayed around her waist and would rest flat against her bum with the occasional squeeze.
the end of the night usual always ends in an 'afterparty' at someone else's house and they take a walk to whoever was hosting, his jacket draped over her shoulders to keep her exposed skin from the chill in the air - and he never really matches a jacket to his outfit because he always takes the jacket for her. not for him.
"we don't have to go to this, y'know?"
"i don't mind," she smiles softly, heels long forgotten and hung on her fingers, her bare feet padding down the paved floor, "we can stay for one, no?"
"would rather get you home, to be honest."
"you get so horny when you're drunk," she says and pushes him with a hand into his ribs and takes a longer stride to walk away from him, "so horny."
"i think you'll find it's you, not the drink," he insists, reaching forward and wrapping his hands around her waist, pulling her back into his chest and hiding his face into the crook of her neck, "these dresses. they drive me crazy. they look so good on you."
"that good?"
"i mean, they'll look better on my bedroom floor but i'll take this," he grins at her and she scoffs heavily, "what? it's the truth. you drive me crazy in this."
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A R T H U R
arthur's very private.
he likes to keep himself to himself and likes to keep his private life off of social media to save people knowing too much about him... and it went the same for his relationships. he picks and chooses what he shares with people; if his friends share a story then he never gets frustrated, he just never delves deep when asked about it.
however, every now and then, he will show yn off to the world. and it's usually when they're attending an event together - whether it be at a party, a little gathering, a meal or a movie premiere - and he's feeling loved up and so lucky to have someone to make memories with and be able to share special nights with. it's always on instagram, on his instagram story, and it's always when the two of them are dressed up and looking ready for a night filled with friends and food and good drink.
he always loves how she presents herself for evenings out - always in the same style of dress and it's always floral and coloured with pastel colours as opposed to a sparkly and glittery dress, matched with a pair of chunky trainers or a pair of neutral-coloured converse boots because she was never a heels kind of girl, and a handbag that was the same colour scheme as her outfit. and he loved how she dressed to impress herself, not those around them. light make-up, light blush and light lipstick that made it look almost neutral but he could see the tint covering her skin.
the style of dress always reminding him of the late spring and the summer months, bringing back memories of the warm days they spent together in the past. eyes widening in pure adoration and a grin on his lips that matched the shy blush on his cheeks.
"how do i look?"
"beautiful," he smiles widely, "you always do."
"even if your ratty tees and trackie bottoms?"
"even then," he grins, "it's new, isn't it?"
and he knows. he always knows. she's sure he looks through what her wardrobe is full of and makes a note so he can always compliment her when she wears something he's never seen her wear before. and it just screams yn. because, in the whole time he's known her and been with her, he's never seen her dress in something that was seen around the towns on a weekend... and he loved that she wanted to be different and look different and never stand out with something that caught people's eyes.
he's the same as george.
instantaneously horny, wanting to stay at home... but he knew he could always save that for when they came back from spending the evening with their mates. he could admire, he could oogle, he could drool and think just how gorgeous she was and how lucky he was to have her and how he had hit the jackpot with the best woman in the world.
and the whole night, he's a little possessive.
he doesn't enjoy watching her have conversations with a cocktail in her hand, deep in a chat with george or harry lewis or even chris. but he knew he was just being silly and that they were all friends and it shouldn't matter if she'd wandered off to mingle whilst he sat among his own friends and caught up with them. when he got the chance, he would buy her her drinks and he would make sure she didn't get too drunk.
"how drunk are you on a scale of one to ten?"
"i'm not even at the halfway mark, baby," she insists but he knows that she is lying just a little from how there was a speckle of orange juice on her dress and how her eyes were a little misted over, "you just wanna go home, don't you?"
"no," when in actual fact he meant yes. yes, he wanted to go home and he wanted to take that dress off of her and he wanted to kiss over every inch of her body and watch as the dress fell down her body and pooled at her feet, "i'm just looking after you, lovie."
"we could always go for a quickie," she grins cheekily and he rolls his eyes in her direction, "you can't resist me."
"not in that dress i can't," he whispers lowly, almost like a growl, into her ear, "and you can tempt me with a quickie all you want. i'm patient enough to wait till we get home."
"are you sure?" she hums and adjusts the elastic of her waist in a way that slipped down her chest and showed a little more boob than he was expecting, "i know you want me."
"lovie," he warns, "enough."
and he was struggling. he wanted to leave, wanted to walk out the door and take the chilled walk home, wanted to be away from his friends before he popped a boner in his jeans and had to deal with the teasing and the jokes that would have followed.
because she was insatiable. she knew it, he was glad she knew it, and he was sure going to make her know how much she turned him on when she wore something as beautiful as what she was wearing that evening. xx
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