Any Recs For Good Ukyt Writers??

Arthur with a reader who hates alcohol?

This is such a cute idea!! I changed it slightly?

Empty Glasses

Description: Meeting a cute girl at the pub leaves Arthur in a dream like state. All he has to remember her is a coke...and her number.

"Wow, you drink all those yourself?" Arthur heard, looking up he saw the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

He looked at the table, all his mates left their empty glasses with him. Arthur had been too invested in his online chess to even notice them leaving.

"No! Only like..none?" He said, which wasn't untrue. He had a can of pepsi "just this" he pointed to the line can. The girl nodding and sitting at the table next to his

"So I'm guessing your friends left you?" He nodded "same, apparently they saw a karaoke machine" she said with a huff. Arthur nodded giggling. As she was talking he noticed the things she was holding. A can of coke and her phone,

"Where do they have coke!?" Interrupting her to ask she looked down at her hand. Her placing it down infront of him.

"You can have it, if you want?" She offered "I brought it from home, I'm the designated driver" Arthur shook his head.

"I can't take yours!" She pushed the can closer to him. Him picking it up, surprised It was still cold

"I insist, maybe you could give me your number as a thank you?" She asked, her cheeks becoming warm at the offer.

Arthur quickly closed the chess app and opened it to his contacts and handed her the phone.

"I wouldn't mind having your name too?" He asked, his cheeks also now warm with embarrassment. He was sure his friends were going to tease him for having the girl ask him rather than the reverse.

"I'm Y/n" she handed back his phone, the name and number entered along with a text "and you?"

"I'm Arthur" he cracked open the Coke, and took a sip. Watching her as she made him a contact, he was caught off guard when she aimed the camera at him and snapped a pic for the contact photo.

"Could I buy you a drink?" He offered, her saying no and explaining she didn't drink, not that she disapproved of it, just wasn't her thing.

The two spent a few hours chatting, mostly about their friend groups and where they grew up. She was smart, witty, funny, and laughed at all his jokes. He could feel his cheeks hurt from smiling so much.

"I should probably go find my friends now, they get weird when I'm not around" as if on que a loud groaning of Y/ns name was heard. The two shared a chuckle before she wandered off.

Just as soon as she left Chris came over to the table. Seeing the googly eyes Arthur was giving the girl walking away he smirked

"Has someone stolen your heart hmm?" He asked as he slapped his back. The touch scaring Arthur a little.

"Yeah..well no!" He was now completely red "we exchanged numbers and she gave me this" he lifted the coke.

"Wow" Chris raised his eyebrows "she's a keeper. But if you're ready to come back down to earth we are going to a different pub now"

The two men stood and joined the rest of their group as they walked. The cold English night nipping at Arthur's cheeks.

This was far from his first time having a crush on some random girl at a pub, but he didn't know. Y/n seemed different. From how easily he found talking to her, to the way she took the reigns in their conversation.

The rest of the group were all too wrapped up in their own buzzed worlds to notice how he had a small smile and a tight grip on his phone.

He wondered all about her. Did she like football? Was she an animal lover? Would she like to film content with him?

As these questions circled around his mind he felt a buzz from his phone. Looking down it was a message from Y/n.

💬 I'm free Tuesday if you would be down to grab coffee?

His whole body felt like it was on speed. He was practically vibrating. He was so excited he completely forgot the meeting he had planned for Tuesday.

💬 I could bring a coke if you preferred

Arthur responded quickly, he hated letting messages sit

💬 Tuesday works! Meet at Cafe Loretta at maybe like 10??

From down the opposite direction of the pub, Y/n responded

💬 I'll see you then :)

Oh well. That's a future Arthur's problem, he was currently basking in the warmth that was a pretty girls attention. And man could he get used to this pretty girl.

I had so much fun with that last poll!!

Would you guys be willing to answer for another one?

Head Cannons with Arthur Frederick

♡ The sweetest man you have ever met. Constantly texting you asking how you are doing and if he can do anything for you.

☆ Literally studies your interests so that he can impress you with his knowledge "you know babe, grilled cheeses weren't a sandwich till the 1960s" and you sort of just smile and nod.

♡ Huge animal lover. If you have any pets (especially dogs) he will constantly be with them. Don't bother even looking for a pet sitter he is right there.

☆ Has designated a date night that he refuses to miss. Even if he is across the country filming something he will doordash you dinner and facetime while he eats something similar.

♡ Loves cuddling. Usually falls asleep as big spoon but wakes up as little spoon. He loves feeling your breath on his neck when he wakes up, it soothes him though he'd never tell you that.

☆ Tries not to talk about you too much when filming as to not come off as weird...but ends up yapping about you anyways. "My girlfriend once got this one drink that was like dragonfruit and Basil flavoured!!" And the others are like "okay?" And he is smiling thinking about you.

♡ Before you move in he would spray his cologne on his sweaters before "accidentally" leaving them at your place. Never his favourite one though, he wants you to actually ask to borrow that one.

☆ Has your contact name constantly changing. Cycles through "wife", "lovebug", and "The Missus". If you ever call while he's filming he will answer and explain but is always attentive to what you are calling about.

♡ Has never pressured you about being in his videos, simply offered and if you agree he shows you off like the gem he thinks you are. If you prefer to stay off camera that works too.

☆ All his friends love you and feel confident you will be the girl he marries. Has had to call you several times to pick him up after spending the day drinking.

♡ Speaking of drinking, I think he gets even clingier when drunk. Could be standing there barely able to keep his eyes open and is making grabby hands at you.

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

Masterlist

Tags

@the-internets-girlfriend

George Clarke Masterlist

Headcannons

Sweaty and Embarrassed

Smooth as Soccer

Always Be You

Bob

Date night + Boys

Black coffee

Description: Will is a little grumpy but Y/n is quick to change his entire morning. Something that he takes seriously.

Will was never a morning person. All his filming was in the afternoon and usually bled into the night. He owned many of those cringe "don't talk to me until I've had my coffee" mugs and used them unironically.

As per usual you woke up first and got up to go get ready for work. Making a pot of coffee you made sure to keep it down as to not wake your sleeping boyfriend.

By the time he did wake up you were showered, dressed, hair done, make up perfect, and the coffee was ready.

Wills eyes slowly opened before closing as he let out a small groan which caught your attention.

"Good morning love" he mumbled as he heard you come back into the bedroom. You were always up before him "you look good"

His eyes took a moment to adjust to the lighting before seeing you. Your hair looked really nice and your outfit was one of his favourites

"Thank you Will" she said as she set down his coffee on the table beside his bed, giving him a kiss on the forehead

"Are you working today?" He asked as he closed his eyes again. He could smell the coffee and your perfume, it always made him feel better.

"Yeah I'm leaving in 15" she said checking her phone for the time "want me to grab anything on my way home?" She asked as she walked to the full length mirror in their shared room.

"Mmm I think we need lemons" he suggested as raised his arms making grabby hands at the girl who rolled her eyes and got back into bed, cuddling up with the sleepy man.

"I'm going to wake you up when I need to leave you know" he grunted in return and smooshed his face into your chest. You were so warm.

Will quickly fell back asleep. Y/n combed her fingers through his hair. Something she knew he liked as he had the smallest smile on his resting face.

It broke her hear having to go, but she had to. Delicately moving him off of her she gave him another kiss and went to work. When Will did wake up fully he was met with an empty bed and luke warm coffee.

He reached for his phone sending a quick text to Y/n

💬 I don't deserve you.

She responded soon after

💬 🍋🍋🍋🍋

Starting to get ready for the day he took a shower, accidentally ignoring all his friends messages. There was only really one thing on his mind.

The love of his life and how he was going to pop the question.

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.

Thank you for writing the Arthur snuggle fest. I hope to read many more of your fics. Merci 💋

Thank you so much for the request! Feel free to send more. Also, it's comments like this that make me want to write.

This community is so sweet ♡♡♡

Idea for a story: Arthur is doing a vid with the guys that involves getting drunk, he gets so drunk that he confesses his feelings for Y/N but Y/N thinks it’s a forfeit the boys have made him do?

Guys you are all so much more creative than me.

Down the Barrel

Description: After a day of drinking Arthur let's slip a little too much. Luckily it was all caught on camera.

"I get lonely at night" Chris whispers in Arthur's ear, this had been the same thing he had done to him when drunk

Rather than laughing, the man looked to you.

Y/n was a camera woman that undoubtedly was under appreciated by the crew. Often made to sit off to the side despite her great work.

Today however she was shoot the video. That's what made him looking at her all the better.

"Mate just looked down the fucking barrel of the camera" George reached across the table to push Arthur's shoulder.

A few of the guys had known of his crush, but none of the crew had. Especially not Y/n. She was oblivious to it all. The small glances and stuttering when he tried to talk to her, all of it.

"I'm going to- I'm going to have something" Arthur mutters, looking away. The group giggling at him "How about you finally have your turn?"

Chris puts his hands up in defence

"Okay then! Truth or dare Arthur" the man hummed

"Dare! I'm not a pussy" Arthur exclaims, the camera crew all exchanging looks before gearing up to film closer to the table.

"I dare you to tell us about the girl you fancy" Chris says loudly with a finger raised.

"Oh it's Y/n" he says nonchalantly. Nobody moves, despite the large group of people you could hear a pin drop.

The crew all turn to you while the group on camera are stunned. George finally says something

"Like Y/n from-" Arthur cuts him off, with a finger pointing directly at you

"No, that one" he says before reaching for another drink, Arthur Hill moving the drinks from out of reach

"Can we get some water for him? I think he's a little too drunk" Hill explained. Harry walked over to a cooler and grabbed him a bottle.

"Y/n i think youre good to leave?" The other camera man suggested, her nodding before handing over the camera. As she began walking away she could hear someone rushing after her

"Don't go!" It was of course Arthur "I'm so sorry! I wasn't thinking and I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable and I do really like you and can I take you out to dinner sometime and if not that's cool too"

He rambled on as they walked to her car, the whole time she watched him with an amused expression.

"I'd love to get dinner, maybe when you're sober?" She suggests to a nodding Arthur.

Once she drove away Arthur returned to the group, them all patting his shoulders and teasing him.

"You are all laughing, but I got a hot date next week!" He declared with a few of them cheering. Once everything was wrapped up a few days later, one of the crew approached him online.

"Are you okay with the scene being included?" Arthur rose an eyebrow before texting

"What scene?" He received a text with the clip included. Arthur's face went pale. Rather than texting back, he called. His voice high pitched as he frantically asked what happened.

After hearing the explanation Arthur stood with his jaw dropped. He begged for it not to be included.

After sitting on his couch he stared at the wall. In a Dazed like state when his phone binged. Feeling exhaustion wash over him he looked over and saw it was from you.

💬 So when are we going out?

Arthur stared at the text when another popped up

💬 Unless you're a pussy

💬 ...please tell me you remember saying that. Otherwise I look really mean.

He had not. He was still surprised that she even wanted to go out, but he was sure he would take her.

💬 Yes! I will see you as soon as you are available!!

And so, you two were set to grab dinner. Was he embarrassed of how he was while drunk? Yes. Would he do it again? Yes, because now he gets to take out an angel.

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!!