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@rougetv
can i maybe request a fanfic where reader is like 7 or 8 year younger than chris/arthur tv (your choice) and he is introducing her to his friends and getting mixed reactions
Added to the queue mush! Working on a few other requests atm but I’ll tag u when it’s out x
Sorry I’ve been inactive 😭 been busy but working on some stuff so should post soon! xx
Second Chance
exbf!ChrisMD x fem!reader
SUMMARY: You completely wrote Chris off after an incredibly bad date a few years ago, until you meet agin…
WARNINGS: swearing, alcohol?, not proofread!
(request from @insomniac4000)
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Her long fingernails drummed against the table, resting her chin in her hand as she stares blankly at her date.
She knew Chris had only broken up with Shannon recently, but he’d assured her nonstop that he was over her.
And now here she was, slugging back her hundredth glass of wine of the night in a desperate attempt to tune out the sound of Chris waffling on about every little horrible detail of his ex-girlfriend.
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She was oddly thankful as the rush of cold London air hit her skin, a happy reminder that this nightmare of a date was over.
A soft, relieved sigh leaves her lips as she turns to face Chris, mustering up a polite smile, despite the horrendous night.
“So, uh… see you around, Chris”
His smile falters slightly at her choice of words. No ‘I’ll call you’. No ‘this was nice’. No ‘we should do this again’. But he knew he’d spent the entire date talking about Shannon, understanding this most likely was not a great night for her and he’s probably not ready to be dating right now.
“Yeah, yeah. See you around, Y/n”
The only goodbye he got was a polite smile and a simple nod, before shes turning on her heels and walking in the other direction, her heels clicking against the concrete pavement as she left, hoping to never have to see him again.
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A lingering smile stays on her lips as she walks away from her group of friends, still recoiling from the hilarious story her best friend had recounted from their college days.
Her eyes land on a free – and honestly, a quite attractive – bartender, quickly making her way over, not too keen on the idea of waiting in a queue, when a strong shoulder rams straight into her own, knocking her back a few steps before there’s a gentle hand on the small of her back, keeping her upright.
“Oh my god! I’m so sorry… Y/n?”
She huffs slightly as she straightens back up, coming face-to-face with none other than ChrisMD, which was the cause of hands down the worst date of her life.
She musters up a polite smile, not particularly because she was happy to see him but because she couldn’t be arsed to deal with any tension on her one night off.
“Hey, Chris. Don’t worry, it’s okay. Honest mistake”
A simple nod is the only goodbye she gives him before she’s pulling away from his large hand on her back and walking back to the bartender, rolling her eyes exasperatedly when she sees that, thanks to Chris’s shove, a queue has formed. She feels a hand wrap around her wrist, gentle yet persistent.
“Hey! Wait, wait, wait.”
Her hand pulls out of his soft grip, her fingers instead moving to move a strand of hair away from her face that had fallen out of the messy, yet somehow still neat, bun on top of her head as she raises an eyebrow at him expectantly.
Chris’s adams apple shifts slightly as he swallows nervously, not entire sure what he wanted to say, because honestly, he just wanted to speak to her again. He raises his hand, gesturing to her as a whole, a friendly smile on his face.
“You- you look great.”
She nods again, a forced polite smile on her face. “Yeah, you too”
To be fair, she wasn’t lying. He did look good. His hair was slightly darker and curly, rather than that straight hair he used to have, that looked like he’d used way too much gel. He’d grown a layer of neat, slightly grown-out, stubble, which she couldn’t deny looked so goddamn good on him, and he’d definitely been working out…
“So, how’ve you been?”
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She wasn’t even quite sure how she ended up in this situation – sat next to Chris in a booth in the secluded corner of the bar, easy conversation, drinks flowing, and his hand resting comfortably on her thigh, the two of them gradually inching closer together as the night goes on.
That was until the chess-obsessed Arthur appeared at their table, offering a kind smile to Y/n before his eyes land solely on Chris.
“Taxi’s here”
Her smile falters slightly at the thought of Chris leaving. She was honestly having a great time, a stark contrast to their last date, but she lets him go, immediately missing the warmth of his hand, her thigh now feeling painfully cold.
Y/n sighs softly as she watches his retreating form, before he suddenly turns back around, taking a deep breath.
“I just- um- I… would you wanna go on another date? A proper date. No Shannon talk, I promise.”
A huge smile plasters itself across her painted lips, her entire body feeling like it’s buzzing with excitement at the sheer thought of a second date, something she never thought she’d want from him.
“Yeah. I’d love that”
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Hope you guys like this! x
Request: Can I do a chrismd request? Maybe they go on a date not long after he's broken up with Shannon but it's obvious he's not over her as he talks about her a lot. They reconnect 6 months later maybe maybe they meet at a bar and he has the beard now and she's like oh wow and he's obviously ready to date again so they try again?
please could you do one where r has really bad anxiety/insecurity with how they look (maybe after some comments or similar) and either George or Arthur tv notices and helps? love youuu xx
Ofccc mush! Added to the queue! Ty for the request i love you too! xx
The Look of Love Pt.2
George Clarkey x fem!reader
SUMMARY: George speaks to you about the comments on Arthur Hill’s last video and it ends up not how you expected it to…
WARNING: a bit steamy, swearing
(anonymous request)
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“Come in!”
She glances up from her spot, sat cross-legged on Arthur’s bed, smiling kindly when she sees George stood in the doorway. “Hey Georgie, Arthur’s not her-“
“Actually, I came to talk to you.”
And that’s when she picks up on his change in demeanor, how he wasn’t smiling, how his body language was tense and rigid, how he was fidgeting slightly, how he looked almost… nervous?
A frown of confusion forms on her face as she takes in his abnormal behavior, almost immediately sitting up straight on her best friend’s best and softening her gaze.
“Okay… whats wrong?” She pats the edge of the bed as she speaks, silently offering him a seat, which he accepts, stepping forward to perch on the edge.
She shifts over to sit next to him, offering him a sympathetic smile as she looks into those piercing blue eyes that always make her weak at the knees, but right now they were filling her with concern.
“So… Arthur’s new video,” he reaches into the back pocket of his baggy jeans, which she knew damn well were his favorite, and pulling out his phone, which was already open on the comments of their musician friend’s last video. She’d heard the sound on repeat for the last hour, but she just assumed it was either him or Chris checking out the new song, but obviously it was George scrolling through all the comments.
“Have you seen the comments?”
Of course she’d seen the comments. She’d stayed up for hours on end reading every single word, her mind playing out hundreds of scenarios of if George felt the same way she did. She’d gone through hundreds of thousands of comments, her heart clenching painfully with each work that she read, getting her hops up every time that George may share her feelings, before reminding herself that it’s unrequited love. Or so she thought.
Her eyes flicked up to meet the gorgeous brunette’s as she nods, swallowing hard to steel her nerves as her eyes dart between him and his phone. Just as she looks down to see the comments, her eyes catch the exact moment that fans are going crazy over, seeing the love in his eyes, how gentle he is when he grabs her hand, how he’s completely unable to hold back a huge dopey smile, and how he blushes ever so slightly when his arm wraps around her waist.
Maybe she was wrong.
Maybe he liked her back.
Maybe… oh fuck it.
She doesn’t let herself overthink it, she barely even thinks, she takes a shot, just like he had. The second he looks back up from the open video to speak, her lips softly press against his.
George’s eyes nearly pop out of his head when he feels her lips meet his, the scent of her lip balm and perfume overwhelming his senses, the feeling of her lips that he’d spent so long staring at and imagining this very moment, making his heart beat so hard he was sure she could hear it about to hammer out of his chest.
Her hand, that had automatically rested on his arm, felt him tense in shock, her heart immediately shattering as she pulled away, her eyes wide with regret as she takes in the unreadable expression on his face, her own expression contorting into one of panic.
“Shit. I’m so sorry, I don’t know what I was thinking. I jus-“
Silencing her babbling apology, George leans forward, crashing his lips onto hers, drawing a gasp of shock out of her before she melts into the kiss.
His large hands reach out, gripping her hips and tugging her towards him, needing her as close as possible as his lips move against hers in a steady, passionate rhythm.
Her manicured hands lift, one hand tangling in his shaggy dark hair that he’d grown into a mullet, which had made her ache between the legs the first time she saw it, tugging lightly on the soft strands between her fingers, eliciting a quiet groan from him. A shiver runs down her spine at the sound he lets out, her lips instinctively pressing harder against his, the kiss growing passionate, messy, a clash of teeth and tongue.
The mattress hits her back, the duvet molding around the pair as George slowly guides her backwards, shifting to hover above her with his muscular forearms supporting him on either side of her head, her free hand gripping his shirt collar to drag him down closer to her, his lips never once leaving hers.
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Realisation dawns her by the time his lips are trailing down, sucking dark hickeys into her neck and collarbone, and his large hands are slowly slipping beneath the hem of her shirt, tracing the lines of her curves.
“Georgie… you’re not fucking me in Arthur’s bed”
A warm chuckle rumbled from his chest, detaching his lips from her soft skin and bringing his head up to rest his forehead against her own, unable to contain the giant lovesick smile on his face, and neither could she.
Both sharing a small laugh at their own rash behavior, she wraps her arms around the back of his hug, letting him bury his head into the crook of her neck, relaxing into each other’s touch.
Her hand slowly reaches down, hesitating for a second before cupping his jaw and tilting his head back up to hers. Her voice barely above a whisper.
“I love you.”
She swallows hard, her eyes frantically searching his in an attempt to gauge his reaction, quickly blabbering on again before he even has a chance to respond.
“You don’t have to say it ba-“
“I love you too, Y/n”
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Didn’t really have any good ideas for this so it’s a little rushed but hope you guys liked it! xx
@misplacedxeggos
@pretendyoucantseeme
just dropping in to say i loved the new arthur fic- so cute!!! and also so excited for part 2 tonight!
Tysmmm! Was literally telling @pretendyoucantseeme last night that everyone here is so supportive so ty mush!! Glad you liked it x
Part 2 of my George Clarkey the look of love fic may or may not be out tonight 🫢 lmk if you wanna be in the taglist! x
Drunk and Clingy
ArthurTV x fem!reader
SUMMARY: You have to go pick up your boyfriend, Arthur, after a drunk Halloween video with his friends
WARNINGS: swearing, smoking?, making out?
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The sound of her phone ringing pulls her attention away from whatever crappy horror film was playing on the TV screen, Chris’s name flashing across the screen. She sighs exasperatedly, knowing that the men on the other end of the phone are most likely hammered, having spent the evening filming a video called ‘one shot a minute for an hour’ for Halloween, which realistically can only mean her boyfriend and his friends are off their heads. She rolls her eyes as she picks up her phone, immediately hearing the sound of George’s laughter as when as screaming from Bach and Arthur.
“Hey, Chris” she greets him kindly through the phone, awaiting the alcohol-riddled response from the blonde hobbit, which of course she got.
“Y/n!” Chris’s slurred speech rings through the phone, and she has to bring the phone slightly away from her ear thanks to the sheer volume of a clearly drunk Chris. “Your boyfriend’s drunkkkk!”
A soft, breathy laugh leaves her lips as she shakes her head at the footballer’s childish tone, acting like he was snitching on his misbehaving friend.
“Need me to come pick him up?” as she speaks shes already getting out of hers and Arthur’s bed and throwing on a pair of joggers and the first hoodie she found – which turned out to be her boyfriend’s – knowing Chris was going to ask him to pick him up anyways. “I’ll be there in 10, Chris. You just try to keep him alive.”
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Her ring-clad fist tapped against the white wooden door of George, Arthur Hill, and Chris’s apartment, already hearing the chaos going on inside, even through the heavy door.
Seconds later the door swings open, a clumsy George, who was wearing a Santa costume for some reason, she wasn’t even sure she wanted to know, standing in front of her with a drunken smile plastered across his lips. “Y/n! Heyyyy!”
A small chuckle leaves her lips, finding the drunken men more amusing than anything else.
“Y’alright, Georgie?” she speaks through her soft giggles as George steps aside to let her into the modernly decorated apartment, stumbling slightly as he shuts the door with a soft click.
The first thing she sees is Bach, wearing a ‘junk mail’ costume – made up of a large envelope with a plastic dick on the other side of the clear plastic window – with he was slinging at a screaming Chris, who looked like he was a 15-year-old girl who had just come from netball practice, in a short skirt and his hoodie.
She turns to the only sober man next to her in a Ghostface costume, who she could only assume was Arthur Hill, with an amused, yet slightly scarred, smile on her lips as she speaks. “Do I even wanna know?”
All she gets in return is a laugh and a shake of his head, clearly unbothered after living with two of these idiots for so long.
“BABY!”
She spins on her heels at the sudden yell, immediately recognizing her boyfriend’s sweet accent, a loving smile immediately forming on her lip oil coated lips as she takes in his disheveled appearance as he comes out of the bathroom at the end of the hall. There was a tall green hat clinging for dear life onto his head that matched the shitty pineapple costume over his normal clothes, his eyes were glazed over and unfocused thanks to the copious amounts of alcohol in his system, as well as the messy face paint that was literally all over him and stuck in his fluffy brunette hair.
“You think he washed his hands?” George’s voice mutters, probably louder than he meant to but she gave him the benefit of the doubt due to his drunken state. Soft sniggers come from behind her at his comment.
As soon as Arthur was within less than a foot of her, he practically launched himself at her, knocking her back a few steps, but Hill was quick to put a gloved hand on her back, so she wasn’t completely tackled by her teddy bear of a boyfriend.
“Whatcha doin here?” His words came out sloppy and slurred, but the dopey lovesick smile on his face made up for it big time, his eyes full of pure love and adoration for the woman in front of him. One of his large, calloused hands slid up to gently cup her jaw, soothingly rubbing his thumb against the bottom of her cheek.
“Came to pick up my incredibly drunk boyfriend, by the looks of it” She speaks through a small affectionate giggle, looking up at the tall brunette in front of her. Her eyes search his for a second, seeing a small flash of fatigue forming in his eyes, smiling sympathetically, she slips her hands down, intertwining his fingers with her own and attempting to pry his toned arms off her. “C’mon sweetheart. Let’s get you home.”
A surprised squeak slips past her lips as he tugs her close, rather than letting her go, refusing to detach himself from her, while the guys just drunkenly laugh at the way Arthur’s clinging to her like a baby koala.
“Nuh uh”
He shakes his head as he speaks, his lopsided smile only growing at the confusion in her eyes, a small chuckle rumbling from his chest, at nothing in particular, swaying side-to-side in his drunken state.
Eyes glued to the gorgeous woman in front of him – specifically her lips – he simply nods his head towards her, a stupid goofy grin on his face as he puckers his lips, silently asking for a kiss. And who was she to deny him that?
She shakes her head playfully at his intoxicated antics, raising herself up slightly on her tiptoes, given their height difference, and pressing a soft kiss to his lips, tasting the mix of apple cider and southern comfort on his tongue as he moves his lips against hers lovingly.
His body visibly relaxes as her lips meet his, savoring the taste of her strawberry lip oil and a faint hint of cigarettes, something he had come to associate with calmness and love. Muscles tensing as he tightens his grip around her waist, he pulls her impossibly close, swiping his tongue gently across her bottom lip, silently pleading for entrance in an attempt to deepen the kiss.
Thanks to said liquor, Arthur really couldn’t care less about the jokey gagging and feigned disgust from his drunk, single friends, too lost in the feeling of passionately kissing the woman he loves. But Y/n could.
Her manicured hands quickly land on his shoulders, reluctantly pushing away as she reminded his three drunken friends and their shitty ‘enforcer’ of the night are less than 2 feet away, swallowing hard as she takes a deep gulp of much needed oxygen.
The pineapple-clad brunette practically whines as he feels his girlfriend’s lips leave his, pushing his head towards her again, desperately trying to continue the make out, pouting like a child as she slowly pushes off him, not wanting to put a show of PDA on for a bunch of intoxicated idiots.
Another soft laugh slips from between her lips, which no longer have a neat layer of lip oil on and instead are slightly swollen and messy. She rolls her eyes playfully as she swipes her thumb just under her bottom lip, ridding of the smudged product, huffing out a sigh of mock annoyance.
“Come on, sweetheart. Time to go” She softens her voice as she speaks, her tone full of affection for her lovesick puppy of a boyfriend, who looked like he was about to beg for another kiss.
“Arthur, listen to your girlfriend, man. You’re hammered” Hill, being the only one of a sound mind, speaks up, bringing a hand down to pat Arthur’s shoulder reassuringly, smiling kindly at his namesake.
Letting out a huff on annoyance, he reluctantly detaches himself from his loving girlfriend, unwrapping his arms from her but immediately interlocking his hand with hers, needing to be touching her in any way possible at all times.
“Clingyyyy” Chris’s drunken, sing-song voice rings out, directing his comment at the dependent brunette, a loud laugh ripping from his throat as he speaks. “Like his 26th party all over again!”
Y/n can’t help but laugh along with the other guys as she recalls the night of Arthur’s 26th birthday party. That night he was in an absolute state after a few too many rounds of ‘alcohol roulette’ and ended up calling out for his girlfriend so loud that the party had come to a complete halt, only to find out she had only gone to the bathroom.
A grunt of annoyance comes from deep in Arthur’s throat, placing his hands on her hips, pressing his chest against her back and burying his face into the crook of her neck, clearly embarrassed by the memory, even though he’s more than aware of how clingy he gets when he’s had a few too many.
She laughs once more, shaking her head at Arthur and immediately grabbing his hands off her hips, knowing they’ll end up right back at square one if he attaches himself to her again.
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After bidding goodbye to each of the guys, with her clingy boyfriend attached to her in some way or another the whole time, she guides Arthur out of the cushy apartment building and into her car, smiling lovingly as he stares at her and mutters slurred compliments the entire way home.
Hand-in-hand, she leads him out of her car and through the stairs and hallways up to their shared flat, supporting the majority of his weight as he stumbled alongside her, mumbling incoherent nonsense in her ear as she unlocks their front door.
Her touch gentle and soft, she guides him through the apartment to their bedroom, ridding of him hoodie for him so he doesn’t overheat during the night and placing a cold glass of water on the nightstand on his side of the bed, before his intoxicated whiny voice breaks the comfortable silence between them.
“Lovey…?”
Her eyes immediately flick over to meet his, from her spot by the tall wardrobe, where she had been changing into one of his shirts, which she uses every night as makeshift pyjamas, finding comfort in wearing his clothes rather than her own. “What is it, baby?”
All she gets in return is another small whine and his sleeper build arms reaching out from beneath the plush duvet, balling up and unbaling his fists as he makes grabby hands as her, earning a soft laugh from her as she clambers into bed with him, slipping under the duvet and making herself comfortable as he clings onto her again.
He tugs her towards him, lying them both on their sides and nuzzling his face into her chest and breathing out a content sigh as he wraps his arms tightly around her, not planning on letting go of her any time soon. Having the woman he loves wrapped in his arms and the soothing feeling of her slender manicured fingers toying with the short hairs at the nape of his neck makes his eyes immediately flutter shut, unable to stop a glimmer of a smile on his lips as he falls asleep.
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I’m so in love with this man its crazy
also I have no clue if smoking is a warning or not so sorry that I didn’t write that in my ArthurTV and ItalianBach fic xx
Girl!!! Just saw the Look of Love fic and I am DREAMING of something for WillNE. Would love to read a Will fic if you are happy to write!
Got a bunch of drafts rn but it’s added to the queue! x
hii I saw you were looking for requests/inspo so I was thinking maybe ArthurTV looking after y/n after a particularly rough pub golf or even just a night out. Xx
Love thatttt 🫶🏻 added to the queue! x
hiiii i was the person who sent the george request and first off, i adored it!! you did the idea such justice and wrote it so much better than i could explain! obsessed. second if you do a part 2 i would not be mad lol
Omggg! So glad you liked it 🫶🏻 I was so worried it wouldn’t live up but tysm!! And there may or may not be a part 2 in my drafts x
Would you guys read a ArthurTV x reader series about Locked In? x
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The Look of Love
George Clarkey x fem!reader
SUMMARY: The fans happen to pick up on the loving glances between you and George in Arthur’s new music promo
(anonymous request)
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Y/n and Arthur had met in college during a level 3 music course, when they were a pair of stupid teenagers, quickly bonding over their shared love of music. So, when she had moved to London for her job, her and her old friend had quickly become joined at the hip again. London being a new and scary place for her, Arthur had kindly stepped forward, reaching out to help her get settled in the city, helping her apartment hunt and get settled.
And through Arthur, she had met George…
George stood out to her from the second she’d met him. The way his neat stubble accentuated his face perfectly, the way she could easily get lost in those piercing blue eyes of his that made her weak at the knees, and the way his smile made her forget about everyone else in the room. And she didn’t even think it was possible for someone so attractive to be so kind either. He was always so understanding and caring, and so easy to talk to – he had almost immediately become the person she went to if she felt she couldn’t open up to Arthur about something, no questions asked. And she loved him for it.
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Y/n’s fingertips absentmindedly trace around the rim of her glass as she watches the movie on the TV screen that George had put on to pass the time while they waited for Arthur to get home, ignoring the urge to shift closer to the muscular brunette sat next to her on the plush couch.
The apartment was virtually silent, other than the sounds of the television and the sound of Chris’s fast typing on his laptop, until Arthur came barreling through the front door with a huge smile plastered across his face, excitedly waving his phone at the three of them, although Chris wasn’t really paying attention, too focused on whatever he was doing on the white laptop in front of him.
“New music! We just finished recording!”
Even if she wasn’t looking at Arthur, she’d have been able to practically hear the smile in his voice. He was always so excited about his music, and she was so proud of him for pursuing his dreams.
He excitedly sat down next to her on the L-shaped couch, and Y/n immediately draped her legs over his lap, listening to the music he was already pressing play to on his phone.
I’m a mess
Got my heart beating out of my chest
I’m just a little bit little bit stressed
Just a little bit little bit
Her eyes flick to George for a split second, swallowing hard as the lyrics remind her slightly of him – she was head over heels in love with him after all – and what made it worse? George was looking back at her.
Am I passing the test?
I’m subtly trying my best
But I’m feeling I’m feeling the sweat
Are you feeling me feeling me feeling me?
She tilts her head down slightly, trying to act as invested as she can at Arthur’s phone in a poor attempt to hide her cheeks that were burning red, feeling George’s eyes burning holes in the side of her head.
I can’t go back to normal now
Wow wow wow wow wow wow
Can’t get the right words out my mouth
Wow wow wow wow wow wow
Lily
Do you know that I’m talking about you
Let me know when you do
The song came to a smooth finish as she glances up at her best friend with a proud smile on her face, she always knew he’d make it, from the moment she saw how passionate he was about music all those years ago.
“Arthur, that’s so good!” she practically squeals in excitement, giving him a big hug.
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And that’s how she got roped into his promo.
The unreleased song blared out of Arthur’s phone that’s propped up on a tripod, her body wedged in between her best friend and the man who made her feel like a school girl with a crush, small smiles on each of their lips as they somewhat clumsily danced to the music.
George’s eyes were practically glued to her every movement as she danced in time to the song, the way her hips moved, the way her body swayed, the way her fingers ran through her hair, everything. It was like he was in a trance.
His feelings getting the better of him, he takes a shot, suddenly grabbing her hand softly in his own and spinning her around. The shocked laugh that leaves her lips is like music to his ears, and the smile on her face just makes his heart melt, his eyes full of love and adoration as he looks down at the beautiful woman in front of him, and the exact same look in her own eyes, completely lost in each other’s presence for a moment.
His hand automatically landed on the small of her back as he stops spinning her, casually supporting her in case she was dizzy, but the small action made both of their hearts race as the song comes to a close…
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Arthur Hill just posted!
User1: no one can convince me they aren’t in love. I swear.
User2: I desperately wanna be her right now I cant even function
User3: the future mrs Clarke?
User4: I know they did it but I just cant prove it
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Can’t decide if I like this or not 😭
Lmk if anyone wants a part 2! And pls keep making requests bc I have absolutely no creativity.
Request: i have a george request if thats okay 🥺 just thinking about being friends with arthur hill bc youre both music geeks who sing along to things all the time and you and george have a thing for each other but are oblivious. but arthur posts one of his promo tiktoks for a new song and you and george are featured and are both dancing and george takes your hand to spin you around and everyone goes crazy about it bc you look so happy and the look george gives you? its impossible to not notice
ok how are people so creative and come up with such cute ideas 😭
I have no clue I can never think of anything good 😭
Can I do a chrismd request?
Maybe they go on a date not long after he's broken up with Shannon but it's obvious he's not over her as he talks about her a lot. They reconnect 6 months later maybe maybe they meet at a bar and he has the beard now and she's like oh wow and he's obviously ready to date again so they try again?
Added to the queue! x
i have a george request if thats okay 🥺 just thinking about being friends with arthur hill bc youre both music geeks who sing along to things all the time and you and george have a thing for each other but are oblivious. but arthur posts one of his promo tiktoks for a new song and you and george are featured and are both dancing and george takes your hand to spin you around and everyone goes crazy about it bc you look so happy and the look george gives you? its impossible to not notice
That’s actually so cute it’s crazy I love that!! I’m working on some ArthurTV fluff rn but that is 100% what I’m writing next x
Someone pls make a request or give me inspo bc I have no clue what to write 😭🙏