deejay / dj. any pronouns. i write sometimes. british. pansexual. i'm an arthur hill girl until the day i die. lgbtq+ friendly. don't make fun of me i'll cry. give me book recommendations please (romance preferrebly).
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" rome wasn't built in a day, but if i were there, it probably would've been " â leanna firestone , foreverever
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I was lowkey stalking you for Arthur hill fics cuz I just discovered you and I LOVE YOU???! And I saw youâre a shifter and realized youâre double perfect so yeah just wanted to let you know bc wow are you me
SUMMARY ๨ৠjust a few cute moments during arthur's wembley show.
WARNINGS ๨ৠfluff, sexual themes? reader is mentioned to be a girl đ¤ˇââď¸ also 'name' is used instead of y/n. yours and arthur's relationship is public, however it isn't really specified wether you're a yter or not so. also chris bromance
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"name, i'll save you a seat" chris said, shutting the door to the dressing room, leaving just you and arthur, in the 20 minutes he had before going on stage.
"thank you," you smiled, before turning to a very excited, albeit nervous, arthur.
"i'm so proud of you, have i told you that?"
"only 30 times in the last hour," arthur smiled, pulling you in for a hug, before holding your cheeks and kissing you softly.
you pulled him in further, and giggling at the small lipstick stain left around his mouth, wiping it away with your thumb.
"sorry," you muttered, as he just smiled. that stupid lovesick smile that makes your legs turn into jelly.
"right, i'm going, don't miss me too much," you called out, kissing his cheek, then heading towards the door.
"i'd better see you dancing." arthur pointed, smirking slightly.
"always," you winked, before shutting the door and heading towards the seated section that you had been assigned.
the security member smiled, before letting you in the doors.
"they're crazy out there, so be careful," he muttered, shutting the barrier behind you.
"oh, i'm sure," you smirked, however you weren't prepared for the screams that erupted when you walked out.
your smile grew, waving to the crowd, as they all waved back, screams getting louder. you blew a few kisses, before heading towards the seat in between george and chris.
"i think that was even louder than the screams for george," chris laughed, handing you a drink.
"well, what can i say," you shrugged, smiling and cheeks flushing, as you thanked chris for the drink.
as man in the middle played, you and the rest of the group were all up dancing, singing along.
"she's a dream," arthur sang, facing the audience.
"she's a dream," he sang again, however this time facing you, pointing up. you rolled your eyes, sticking a finger up, despite the redness creeping up your neck at the cheers that erupted.
"such an ick." chris muttered, to which you and george laughed, being the only ones who heard.
arthur had just finished singing the mashup of different songs, before he looked up, seeing chris tell you something, having to move closer, and decided it was a perfect opportunity to tease.
"right, one song was missing from that mashup, and i didn't really feel like singing it," arthur said, as he heard the audience boo slightly, "however after just watching a very small man try and steal my girl up there-"
the crowd cheered, as you and chris laughed, him swinging his arm around your shoulder for extra effect.
"-i've decided it's perfect time to just say... fuck you, chris." the intro to 'fuck you' played, as the audience cheered. Chris stuck his finger up, playfully, with wide smile on both the boys faces.
the show had just finished, and you had practically ran to the side of the stage, to greet arthur.
"that was so much fun!" you cheered, wrapping your arms around him, before pulling back quickly, "you're so sweaty."
"you try doing that and not sweat," he teased, brushing hair out your face, kissing you softly, before the rest of the group finally caught up and gave him a round of hugs.
it had been around 30 minutes, until the adrenaline had finally worn down, and the group had settled into a comfortable conversation about the show.
"name, i don't think i saw you in your seat once, no point of you even having one," bach said, to which the group laughed, including you.
"well, can't go to a concert at wembley and not dance," you shrugged.
"amen to that," arthur smiled, wrapping an arm around your shoulder.
SUMMARY ๨ৠjust a few cute moments during arthur's wembley show.
WARNINGS Ę fluff, sexual themes? reader is mentioned to be a girl đ¤ˇââď¸ also 'name' is used instead of y/n. yours and arthur's relationship is public, however it isn't really specified wether you're a yter or not so. also chris bromance
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"name, i'll save you a seat" chris said, shutting the door to the dressing room, leaving just you and arthur, in the 20 minutes he had before going on stage.
"thank you," you smiled, before turning to a very excited, albeit nervous, arthur.
"i'm so proud of you, have i told you that?"
"only 30 times in the last hour," arthur smiled, pulling you in for a hug, before holding your cheeks and kissing you softly.
you pulled him in further, and giggling at the small lipstick stain left around his mouth, wiping it away with your thumb.
"sorry," you muttered, as he just smiled. that stupid lovesick smile that makes your legs turn into jelly.
"right, i'm going, don't miss me too much," you called out, kissing his cheek, then heading towards the door.
"i'd better see you dancing." arthur pointed, smirking slightly.
"always," you winked, before shutting the door and heading towards the seated section that you had been assigned.
the security member smiled, before letting you in the doors.
"they're crazy out there, so be careful," he muttered, shutting the barrier behind you.
"oh, i'm sure," you smirked, however you weren't prepared for the screams that erupted when you walked out.
your smile grew, waving to the crowd, as they all waved back, screams getting louder. you blew a few kisses, before heading towards the seat in between george and chris.
"i think that was even louder than the screams for george," chris laughed, handing you a drink.
"well, what can i say," you shrugged, smiling and cheeks flushing, as you thanked chris for the drink.
as man in the middle played, you and the rest of the group were all up dancing, singing along.
"she's a dream," arthur sang, facing the audience.
"she's a dream," he sang again, however this time facing you, pointing up. you rolled your eyes, sticking a finger up, despite the redness creeping up your neck at the cheers that erupted.
"such an ick." chris muttered, to which you and george laughed, being the only ones who heard.
arthur had just finished singing the mashup of different songs, before he looked up, seeing chris tell you something, having to move closer, and decided it was a perfect opportunity to tease.
"right, one song was missing from that mashup, and i didn't really feel like singing it," arthur said, as he heard the audience boo slightly, "however after just watching a very small man try and steal my girl up there-"
the crowd cheered, as you and chris laughed, him swinging his arm around your shoulder for extra effect.
"-i've decided it's perfect time to just say... fuck you, chris." the intro to 'fuck you' played, as the audience cheered. Chris stuck his finger up, playfully, with wide smile on both the boys faces.
the show had just finished, and you had practically ran to the side of the stage, to greet arthur.
"that was so much fun!" you cheered, wrapping your arms around him, before pulling back quickly, "you're so sweaty."
"you try doing that and not sweat," he teased, brushing hair out your face, kissing you softly, before the rest of the group finally caught up and gave him a round of hugs.
it had been around 30 minutes, until the adrenaline had finally worn down, and the group had settled into a comfortable conversation about the show.
"name, i don't think i saw you in your seat once, no point of you even having one," bach said, to which the group laughed, including you.
"well, can't go to a concert at wembley and not dance," you shrugged.
"amen to that," arthur smiled, wrapping an arm around your shoulder.
just got back from the arthur hill show at wembley, all of ukyt was there, i am so in love with chrismd it physically hurts, and my taco bell order forgot my quesadilla after 3 hours of waiting. happy saturday! xxxx
theres a little girl on tiktok called calla (?) who is obsessed with the arsenal ladies and it's just so chrismd daughter coded i literally can't stop thinking of it
SUMMARY ๨ৠin which willne and famous popstar hardlaunch using her album!
WARNINGS Ę none?? fluff! sabrina is fc but feel free to change to ur own idc . this is unfinished but i figured im never gonna really finish it so just have it !!
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it has officially been a year since you and will started dating, and things couldn't have been more perfect. you had dates every other weekend, lived together after six months, and even owned a dog!
there was just one problem.
the internet.
don't get it twisted, your dinner dates were very private, in a secure restaurant, with a private booth, however the internet is magic and always finds a way to speculate.
there were small whispers of a boyfriend from your side of the internet, however from wills side, there was tweets every other day, mentioning how he has started talking about being single less, or mentioning how james has stopped teasing about basil. none of these really pointed towards you though, and that's all that mattered.
sure, you and will loved each other, but you also loved privacy. and as much as you wanted to show eachother off, you also weren't fully ready to share everything with the public, just yet.
that was until you had finally finished off your album, and asked will to feature in your music video.
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yourusername Please, Please, Please. out tonight. be there or be square ;-)
comments ;
user am i going crazy or is that willne??
âł user with the square mention in the caption??? DEFOO!!!
âł user update just watch the mv wtaf THATS WILLNE
user WILLNE?? OMG IS THIS A HARDLAUNCH
user hard launching ur bf with a song begging him not to fuck up is so funny btw
âł user like that's so iconic???
user why is this so random
âł user so random yet so hot
user i love when hot people date
user Y/N COMABCAK!!! ALBUM WHEN?
âł willne :)
âł user WHAT DOES RHIS MEAANNN
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yourusername i wrote please please please after me and will had a small talk about publicising us, and it's one of my favourite songs ive ever made, however has been very scary to share. we both thank you for your amazing support, however we do ask, let us keep this private, and don't speculate. i understand some people may ignore this, however just making it clear for those who actually support me and my music!
anyways, album out tomorrow @ midnight! :)
comments ;
user girl u can't just say "anyways" then give me the best news i've ever fucking heard.
user JDNWJAJBFHEHhbdbej
âł user me too babe x
willne fitty
âł yourusername errr who is you...
âł willne blocked
user these two are so endearing i hate it
user MY BABABIRSS ITS OFFICIALLL
âł user girl it's been official for like 2 weeks
âł user ok don't hate me for not assuming!
jamesmarriott so excited to hear!!
âł willne leave my birds comment section
âł yourusername call me your bird again and you best be sleeping with one eye open
âł willne yes maam.
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willne y/n.
comments :
user she's so gorg and he's just there
georgeclarkeey how've you done that then
âł willne đ¤ˇââď¸
jamesmarriott stealing my man i see
âł yourusername was he yours if he wanted me so bad đŽâđ¨
âł jamesmarriott right outside maccies in 5.
user her and james friendship is everything to me actually
chrismd10 last pic is how i look at will all the time
âł yourusername @willne why are all your friends in love with you
Can I please have a Willne x reader? Basically Will and James are childhood best friends and reader is James little sister. Sheâs always had a crush on Will and heâs always politely and jokingly let her down. Maybe sheâs 3 years younger. And itâs different scenes of them growing up and her just being absolutely obsessed. And then when sheâs 17 he rudely rejects her and tells her itâs never going to happen. She decides to move on and lets go over her childish crush, maybe moves away for uni. And then itâs maybe like 5 years later, she comes back and Will is literally obsessed with her. Thinks sheâs amazing and beautiful. And then they reconnect and fall in love after lots of yearning and apologising from Will. Could either be fluff or smut
Kinda Maya being obsessed with Rileyâs uncle from Girl Meets World vibes
years ââ willneââË.â
pairing:Â willne x fem! reader
a/n:Â i made it fluffy but im so glad for this anon, literally this is the cutest thing ever
Pm me to be on taglist <3
requests are open and i'm happy to write whatever, hope you enjoy xx
You donât remember a time before Will. Not really.
Your earliest memory of him is sitting cross legged on your bedroom floor, age ten, listening to your brother and his best friend argue about whose turn it was on the Xbox. James was loud. Will was louder. He filled up rooms like he belonged in them, legs too long for his teen body stretched out, stupid grin on his face, always half looking at you like heâd clocked your presence even when he pretended not to.
You liked that he noticed.
At ten, it meant nothing. At eleven, it meant everything.
You followed James everywhere, which meant you followed Will too. Sat on the stairs when they didnât want you in the room. Lingered in doorways. Learned the rhythm of Willâs laugh, the way he tipped his head back when something genuinely amused him or the way his eyes crinkled when he smiled. You thought he was the coolest person youâd ever met.
By thirteen, you knew you were in trouble.
You started dressing nicer when Will was coming over. Started hanging around the kitchen a little longer when he grabbed a drink. Started laughing at jokes you didnât fully understand just because he was the one telling them.
He noticed the way your hair would be done up, you pretty new flower dress was on, attempting makeup which looked a bit silly compared to the girls in his year who were already wearing slutty tops and big lashes. He always noticed your effort, but Will was good at pretending not to.
He called you kid. Flicked your forehead when you got cheeky. Teased you gently in that way that felt affectionate but distant, like he was drawing a line and smiling while he did it.
âYouâre going to grow up and cringe at this phase,â heâd say when you looked at him too long.
âIâm not in a phase,â youâd argue.
Heâd just grin. âSure.â
At fourteen, James caught on.
âStop flirting with Will,â he snapped one afternoon. You rolled your eyes. âIâm not flirting.â
Will raised his eyebrows, amused. âAm I missing something?â James groaned. âSheâs obsessed with you. Get out of my room!â
You went bright red. Will laughed, a short, surprised sound, then reached out and ruffled your hair like you were still ten.
âOi. Behave,â he said lightly. âIâm almost 18, too old for someone like you.â
You hated that word. Ancient. Fossil. Old. As if age was some immovable wall rather than something that ticked forward every year. It didn't matter to you, it was just a number in your eyes when it came to him.
At sixteen, you decided you were done being subtle and treated like a baby.
It was Jamesâs birthday. Everyone was tipsy. Music was loud. Will had his arm slung around Jamesâs shoulders, laughing at something stupid, and something in you snapped.
You'd come downstairs wearing a new mini skirt and a small top, nothing like what you were used to wearing. You saw wills eyes flick you up and down and frown.
You pulled Will into the hallway, heart in your throat, head fuzzy from alcohol.
âI like you,â you slurred. âLike⌠properly.â
The silence was awful.
Will blinked, surprise flashing across his face before he masked it with a smile. A gentle one. The kind people use when theyâre about to let you down kindly.
âYouâre lovely,â he said. âYou know that, yeah?â
Your stomach dropped.
âBut youâre Jamesâs little sister. And youâre young. Youâll grow out of it.â
You nodded, embarrassed, pretending it didnât hurt. Pretending it didnât feel like something precious had been handled too carefully and still broken.
You told yourself it was fine.
At seventeen, you realised it wasnât a phase.
Youâd grown into yourself by then. Taller. More confident. No longer all elbows and awkwardness. And you thought, stupidly, that maybe heâd see you differently now.
So you tried again.
You picked a quiet moment. No music, no alcohol, just honesty.
âThis isnât going to happen,â Will said, firmer this time. No smile, no little crinkle in his eye. No softness. âEver. You need to let it go.â
Ever.
The word settled in your chest and stayed there.
You didnât cry nor argue. You just nodded, swallowed, and walked away. And that was the moment you stopped trying.
University became your escape. A new city. New friends. New people who didnât know you as Jamesâs little sister. You learned how to flirt without feeling foolish. How to be wanted without guilt for it.
You stopped liking Willâs posts. Stopped asking James about him. Stopped orbiting a man who had made it clear there was no space for you in his life.
Five years passed.
You came home different.
Confident. Softer in some ways, sharper in others. You wore yourself easily now, clothes that flattered you, makeup you learnt to do with tips from uni friends.
Will noticed immediately. He wasnât supposed to.
He wasnât meant to think about you at all, except maybe in passing, as a kid he used to know. But the moment you walked into Jamesâs flat, hair longer, laugh quieter but surer, something in him went painfully still. You smiled at him politely. Not warmly. Not shyly. Politely.
And that hurt more than he expected. You talked like equals now. No lingering looks. No nervous laughter. No obsession. You treated him like just another man in the room.
Will hated how much he wanted your attention back.
He started looking for excuses to be around you. Asking James if you were coming. Sitting closer than necessary. Watching the way you tucked your hair behind your ear when you were thinking.
He realised, slowly, horrifically, that he was in trouble. You were funny. Properly funny. Dry, sharp humour that caught him off guard. You listened when he spoke. Challenged him when he was wrong. You didnât idolise him anymore.
That was the worst part.
One night, after too many drinks, he found himself watching you from across the room, chest tight with something dangerously close to longing.
âI was an idiot,â he admitted quietly when he finally caught you alone.
You looked at him, unreadable. âYou were clear.â
âI was cruel,â he said. âAnd I didnât mean to be.â
You studied him for a long moment.
âI loved you,â you said simply. âI had to let that go.â
The idea that youâd loved him, past tense, did something ugly and desperate to his heart.
âIâm sorry,â he said. And for the first time, it wasnât gentle or joking. It was raw. âI think about that all the time.â
You softened, just a little. It didnât happen quickly after that.
There were conversations. Late nights. Long walks. Apologies layered over old wounds. Will proving that he saw you now. That he respected you.
One night two weeks later, you met up for a walk.
The streets were almost empty, the only sounds the soft scrape of your trainers on the pavement and the distant hum of a car somewhere down the road. The air smelled faintly of rain and something earthy, a quiet freshness that made the world feel bigger somehow. You pulled your jacket tighter around you, though it wasnât really cold. You werenât sure if it was the night or the fact that Will was walking beside you, shoulders just brushing yours every now and then, that made your chest feel like it was stretching in a way you couldnât quite control.
âI always forget,â Will said after a while, his voice low, almost hesitant, âhow fast you walk.â
You laughed, a little breathless, and shook your head. âMaybe if you kept up, you wouldnât forget.â
He didnât answer right away, just fell into step beside you, his hands stuffed deep into his pockets, eyes darting to the pavement like he didnât want to look at you directly. Then he said it, soft, almost too quick âCan I⌠ask you something?â
You slowed your pace, looking at him with a small, half smile. âDangerous sentence. Go on.â
His eyes flicked up to meet yours, and there was a flicker there, something vulnerable, almost afraid. âWhy didnât you⌠ever try again?â
You frowned, not entirely sure how to answer. âI didnât think it was worth it,â you said, and immediately regretted how flat it sounded. âYou told me no. You were⌠really clear. I didnât see any point in arguing with that.â
Will stopped then, a step ahead, and turned to face you fully under the pool of light from the streetlamp. His hands fell out of his pockets, restless, fingers brushing against the seam of his jeans. âI was an idiot,â he said, voice low. âI⌠I donât even know how I thought that was okay. You were seventeen and I was twenty, I⌠I just-â He ran a hand through his hair, dragging it back and letting it fall forward again, like he couldnât quite contain the tension coiled in his chest. âI was a right knob. I know that now. I know I hurt you, and I-â
âYou did,â you said softly. âAnd I⌠I had to let it go. I canât lie. I loved you, and I had to give up on it. You were my brotherâs best friend, and you told me I had to. So I did. And then I left.â
Willâs expression crumpled in a way that made your stomach twist. âAnd I⌠I didnât notice how much I missed you until it was too late. I-seeing you now, I donât know how I let it get so far without realizing I was the one who wanted this all along.â
You swallowed hard, suddenly aware of how close you were, the subtle warmth of him next to you, the way his eyes werenât darting away anymore. They were fixed on you, full of something you hadnât seen before: desire, regret, and an honesty that cut straight through all the years of teasing and distance.
âI... Will,â you said, voice trembling a little, âI moved on. I stopped waiting.â
âI know,â he whispered, stepping closer, your shoulders almost touching. âAnd thatâs why Iâm scared. Because I donât know if I get a chance to make you see me differently, or if Iâve already messed it up so badly I donât deserve to try.â
Your heart thudded, a sharp, panicked rhythm that made it impossible to think clearly. And then he was leaning closer, his breath brushing against your hair, and the space between you felt like it had contracted to nothing.
âI want to fix it,â he said softly, almost a plea. âI want to make up for every stupid thing I did. Iâve wanted you forever, and I was blind.â
You barely had time to respond before he closed the gap, lips brushing yours first gently, testing, as if he were afraid youâd push him away. But you didnât. You tilted your head, letting yourself melt into him, and when his hand found the small of your back, the warmth and intensity of it finally grounded years of longing and uncertainty into something real.
It wasnât rushed. It wasnât urgent. It was soft, slow, and deliberate, the kind of kiss that said everything youâd both been too stubborn, too scared, or too late to admit before. When you pulled back, breathless, your foreheads pressed together, you laughed softly, a little teary, and whispered, âFinally.â
Will smiled, shaky and relieved, his hands lingering on your waist. âFinally,â he echoed, as if the word alone could make up for all the years heâd wasted.
