Smooth As Soccer

Hi lovely Esmé, do you write for other uk yt boys than Arthur?

I do! How I think I'm going to approach it I'd that if you specifically want to request one of the others you need to say who and give me a good idea of a plot.

I would also need a bit more time to work on them.

You are all welcome to make any requests from my post of fandoms, I do warn you that I have the right to say no to certain people on there.

Thank you so much for asking!!

Okay. I have been thinking of this for a long time and I am trusting you to make this real.

Chris with a Baker reader and she comes on the channel for like without a recipe type challenges.

Make me proud!

I will do my best 😌

Description: Chris and Arthur compete against Bambino Becky and Y/n in the grand finale of their baking competition.

"I can not believe you mate" Chris held his head in his hands as Arthur stood next to him "I mean she's a Baker. Why are you surprised that shes this good?"

The two had challenged Y/n and Becky to a baking competition. The rules were simple. The pairs had 3 hours to bake any pie they wished and were allowed to use a recipe but for everytime they had to look at the recipe they'd lose time to bake.

"Hear that Y/n? The boys are giving up" Becky exclaimed as she pointed across the way.

Y/n didn't look up from kneading the pie dough. But her smirk was evident. When she and Chris began dating she had not wanted to do anything with his channel but as the years went by she finally accepted the offer of being in a video.

She was the judge in Chris's new baking series until the comments came flooding on about how she should compete.

Pairing Y/n with Becky who hadn't won a single episode with the two champions seemed fair...until Y/n didn't look at the recipe and got to baking.

"Arthur pass me the cold butter" Chris said finally bouncing back out of his moment of desperation. He had to do this, not only to win the competition but to beat his girlfriend.

Once the pies were out of the oven the four contestants stood posing for their final show down. The judge this week was Gordon Ramsey aka Italian Bach in a costume.

"I won't lie, these are both great looking pies, but one takes the cake" he said looking to the camera earning a few chuckles. After taking a bite of each her declared the one Y/n and Becky made was the winner much to no one's surprise.

"The Rhubarb in this one was a bit...grainy?" Isaac continued pointing at the loser pie. Chris and Arthur both booing in the background as Y/n and Becky were given their sashes.

As Chris did his outro Y/n came up behind him giving him a kiss on his cheek. Him stuttering before continuing.

On the car ride home the two chatted about the filming and teases were thrown

"I actually really liked your pie" Y/n said earnestly "I think the bin will like it more though" she said hiding her laugh behind her hand.

"Yeah ha ha so funny, at least I didn't look directly at the camera like 6 times" he teased back "how about you and I switch hm? I go to confectionery school and you take over the channel"

Y/n reached her hand over and put it on his.

"I had a lot of fun doing this baby"

"Yeah, me too. I think I need you to show me more baking though, the fans are requesting a season two and I think if you give me more pointers I have a better shot at beating you"

She gave his hand a squeeze. Once stopping at a red light she leaned in and kissed him

"I'd like that"

Joost Headcannons

♡ Joost is not able to sit still, no matter where you two are he is swinging his arms, walking in circles, or his favourite drawing random shapes on your hand.

☆ He can hear you talk for ever. The way your voice carries through the air has him seeing with heart eyes. He begs to sample you for his songs.

♡ This man loves matching with you, so much its become a meme within his community. Once on one of his rare Instagram lives someone asked why no matching outfits and he simply responded "Oh we are matching underwear"

☆ Loves taking you on his trips, either touring or just a vacation. He takes his digital camera everytime and takes hundreds of photos of you. Ranging from mid eating pasta to gorgeous pics of you on the beach.

♡ If you don't speak Dutch he would try to teach you, starting off with the basics and praises. He exclusively calls you petnames in Dutch, his favourite being Liefde.

☆ When you spend time with his friends he is constantly texting to check in on you. He loves his friends more than anything, but he worries they can be a lot at times.

♡ When people thirst over him online he responds with your handle, in almost every tik tok he tags you in the caption. He likes letting the world know who he belongs to.

☆ Gets tons of tattoos for you. Starting off simple with your initials and progressing to your hand print on his butt cheek.

♡ Sings so many songs about you. Usually love pop songs with the occasional rap about some silly quirk he discovered about you. Though he only ever writes them with permission.

☆ He is a picky eater and will usually put the things he doesn't like on your plate. Usually just like the tomato on his burger or the orange slice in his drink. If you don't like it either then he teases you for it.

♡ Tells you that you're the best camera woman and insists you film all his videos (unless the filming takes too long, then he let's someone else take over).

Buncha hotties

awh cuties

George Clarke Masterlist

Headcannons

Sweaty and Embarrassed

Smooth as Soccer

Always Be You

Bob

Date night + Boys

So we were both thinking about an Arthur at the zoo fic. Loved it girlie, tysm. You are on a roll. Yoooo - 🐤

Ahhhh thank you!!

He's such an animal lover I knew I wanted to have him at a zoo, either bumping into Y/n and they exchange animal facts till the place closed.

Or!

Zookeeper Y/n x Arthur, so I'm glad you made the choice for me ♡

Feel free to make more requests!

I need a ChrisMD fic where George is streaming and the reader is trying to have sex with Chris. Chris gives us and goes into George’s room and unplugs his stream because he’s so over it. George tweets that chris is in a bad mood but chris is too busy having sex with his girlfriend to care

thanks love

Stream interrupted - Chrismd

Chris was trying—really trying—to focus.

The bed creaked under him in protest, the sheets warm and tangled, Y/N’s leg slipping over his hip as she shifted closer, mouth brushing just beneath his ear. The kiss was soft, slow, a question asked without words—one that Chris very much wanted to answer.

Her fingers skimmed up beneath his shirt, nails dragging lightly down his back. He let out a low breath, eyes fluttering shut as she kissed down the column of his throat.

And then—

“NO WAY—chat, did you see that? Man’s moving like his controller’s got a five-second delay. Actual disgrace.”

Chris’s head hit the pillow with a frustrated thud.

Y/N paused, lifting her head with a stifled laugh. “Is he playing GTA again?”

Chris groaned. “He’s got the entire flat sounding like a Twitch convention. I’m literally being heckled through the wall.”

“Could be worse,” she teased, grinning against his jaw. “He could’ve said your name.”

Another yell echoed through the wall.

“I SWEAR if you clip that—Chris is gonna get demonetised just from proximity!”

Chris sat up with a muttered curse. “That’s it. I’m ending this man’s career.”

Y/N blinked, half-laughing. “Babe, you’re literally—wait—Chris—”

But he was already halfway across the flat, joggers hanging low on his hips, no shirt, barefoot stomping down the hall like a man possessed. He didn’t knock. He didn’t hesitate.

He kicked George’s door open.

George spun in his chair like he’d been caught watching something illegal. “Jesus Christ—what are you—”

Chris didn’t answer. He walked straight over, leaned down, and with zero hesitation—click—yanked the plug from George’s streaming setup. The entire rig went dark.

Chat died mid-‘LMAOOOO’.

George blinked. “Did you just… kill my stream?”

Chris was already halfway out the door. “I’m trying to have sex, George. Kindly shut the fuck up.”

Back in the bedroom, Y/N was laughing so hard she’d rolled onto her stomach, face buried in a pillow.

Chris shut the door behind him and crossed back to the bed, all mock irritation and flushed cheeks. “Right. Where were we?”

She grinned, grabbing him by the waistband and dragging him back down into the sheets. “You were trying to focus.”

This time, there were no interruptions.

—

Ten minutes later, a tweet appeared on George’s feed:

chris is in a mood btw

Not five minutes after that, Chris replied:

in my girlfriend actually. cheers x

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A very short one shot but I’m bad after a short break!! I’m a teacher and I started this blog while on school holidays, finding time is a littler trickier now but I hope you enjoy xxx

Requests are open xx

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George Clarke Headcannons

☆ Before you two move in together he never comes over empty handed. Always bringing either dinner, wine, or some desserts you mentioned being your favourite.

♡ Spends literal hours thinking about you at night. He has insomnia and in his sleep deprived state, he likes when his mind drifts to you.

☆ Is a bit of a drama queen when it comes to being sick. He needs constant attention or else he begins to get crabby. He doesn't mean to, it just happens.

♡ He loves to kiss your temple. It makes him feel tall and that he is keeping you safe, all from a peck on the head, but you don't mind.

☆ He loves messing with your hair. if you have long hair, he’ll twirl it around his fingers while talking to you. He is learning how to braid it for you too.

♡ Cooks for you in the mornings and always so proud of himself after. Even if the eggs are a little too crisp and the coffee is weak, you are happy to have it.

☆ Loves teasing you and being teased by you. Asks you to never go easy on him, pull no punches. Does he sometimes reuse your material in videos? Yes.

♡ Who never lets you pay something. When you go shopping and you take out your wallet to pay, he frowns dramatically before snatching it and paying.

☆ Spends every moment he can with you, if he's not literally holding your hand then you better believe he's filming and thinking about holding your hand. Its gotten to the point Max has called it his "Y/n Gaze".

♡ Asked you out when his football rolled over to you and instead of asking for you to kick it back he ran up and apologised before introducing himself.

☆ His family loves you so much, to the point they make jokes that you are their favourite. George rolled his eyes and answered "She's my favourite too"

Always Be You

Description: George is so scared of losing you that he puts all his cards on the table. Blurting out his feelings is always a good idea right?

Being friends with George was awesome. So fucking awesome. From being each others bus buddies from the age of 5 to 18 and having almost every class together. Y/n had been his neighbour since he began primary.

Now, several years later they were just as close. Eachothers emergency contacts, biggest supporters, and as you could probably guess long time crush.

His mum told him probably a thousand times that they would end up together. Everytime she caught her son waiting for her to text back or when he'd leave for school early to have enough time to pick her up.

George fell for her after though his soul knew since the first time they met. When he finally figured out she also liked him he thought it was something he had missed his chance on.

The day his mum telling him that she liked him, only for him to shake his head and run off to his bedroom.

Now, he stood infront of her apartment. He was there for a party and to meet her new "friend" Michael.

She had asked him to come as a favour and wasn't given any details.

He seethed at the thought of him. He had not wanted to go, but knew this meant a lot to you. Knocking on the door you opened it.

Wearing a dress he bought for you and earrings his mother gave you. You looked like a dream come true.

"George! Its about time you got here" you said as you ushered him in. He loved the feeling of her hands on him.

Walking in he was met with the smell of something delicious cooking on the stove and the flat empty.

"Where's everyone else?" He asked, he was mentally freaking out that it might just be the three of you.

"No one, just us" she confessed "I have something important I wanted to ask.

A million worries came to him as he stood in the same kitchen he spent many late nights in. He nodded for her to keep going.

"So I know you're worried about me and Michael-"

"I'm in love with you!" He shouted. The fuze of his heart being lit in the same amount it took to explode "And I have been for awhile. I know you don't love me anymore but I can't have you talking about him around me" he wanted to cry "I just can't"

He slumped into the barstool. You watching him with an open open mouth

"I'm in love with you too" you said, your voice barely above a whisper. 8 year old you would have fainted at this point. Admitting it to your diary was nothing to admitting it to the man himself.

She had known longer but let the feelings inside her simmer. She gave up hope, but a little bit of her never gave up. Now seeing the man in front of her she was glad she kept it.

He flung himself up, kissing you passionately. His weight on you a gentle indication of how much he truly loved you. Finally backing away yo let you each breathe. She looks at him with a Dazed look

"Now back to why I invited you over, Michael is getting married and I was hoping you'd be my plus one...everyone else is coming to the party in 20, I just wanted to ask before" George rolled his eyes, not at her but at his own silly jealousy.

"Yeah I'd love to come" he leans in, kissing her again "As long as I can go as your boyfriend" she pretended to think, tapping her finger but before she could answer he leaned in again.

"Your mum is going to explode when we tell her" his face fell. He had to do something he hated, telling his mum that she was right.

Bob

Description: Y/n is a barista at a local coffee shop, too bad the newest Barista doesn't know about his past selves mistake.

George Clarke was far from proud of the situation he has put himself in. Coming to the same coffeehouse since he was 10, back when the barista asked his name and he jokingly answered as "Bob, like the Sponge"

Its been years and as the people cycled through the shop his nickname remained. No matter what he got or who with, his cup would say "Bob, like the sponge" at times it would even have pictures of the classic yellow sponge.

The reason of his sudden embarrassment? It was all thanks to the hot Barista who asked for his name and someone else answered for him.

"Oh that's Bob" Georges smirk fell from his face. The pick up line dying on his tongue.

Fuck.

The girl looked at him a moment longer before shrugging and writing it on the cup. As she did so her coworker started to explain the lore. George watched past the extra cups and the hundreds of packs of sugar. How his mistake as a little boy was making a pleasant afternoon hell.

"I don't think you look like a Bob" she said when she walked over, "More like a Cornelius" she said with a smile. Him shaking his head but never telling her the real one.

And so this continued. Him coming in and having her try to guess his name. She started off wacky, something George found cute.

Y/n knew who George was. Her brother was a huge fan, but she knew that if she told him she knew that he might stop coming around.

"I like your shirt, that's a great band" she pointed at his shirt, the band had been one he's seen many times.

They had great chemistry, something she wanted to pursue. Not sure how and trying to buy time she continued the game of guessing until it dawned upon her.

He had been posting about going to a concert she had gotten tickets for and finally used it as an open when he wore one of the bands t shirts.

"Right! I've been trying to get my friends to come with me to see them when they play in August" he says excitedly. He had been texting Chris about going that exact morning

"The one on the 20th or the 21st?" She asked as she set the cup of coffee down infront of him.

"The 20th, I have to take a flight the next day, either wise I'd go both days"

"Well I guess I'll see you there" she said with a warm smile.

He was caught off by it. His ears returned to red as he took the coffee and walked out. Looking at the name on the cup it didn't say Bob or Thomas rather a phone number and surprisingly George Clarke.

Of course when he found out the full of her plan he was amazed. He had no clue, of course now whenever he ordered coffee he always put down the name Cornelius.

Because in his wife's words, he looked like one.