Dream Date Night With The Boys

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Date Night + Boys

Anything Arthurtv that includes jealousy from his side would be welcome

a/n: hope you like it, also thanks so much for the request:)

The Green in Your Eyes

Summary: Arthur and Y/N have been best friends since university, navigating content creation, late-night edits, and awkward fan comments about their “will-they-won’t-they” dynamic. But everything shifts when Arthur notices Y/N getting close to someone new—someone who isn’t him. When jealousy rears its head, Arthur is forced to confront feelings he’s buried for far too long.

Arthur Frederick was sulking. Not in a dramatic, over-the-top way—he wasn’t that type. No, this was the subtle, broody kind of sulking that came with barely concealed glares at his phone, grumbles under his breath, and editing a video with far more keyboard slamming than necessary.

“Jesus, Arthur, did Premiere Pro personally offend you or something?”

You peeked around the corner of his desk, a half-smile on your face as you held up two mugs—one coffee, one tea. You knew his preference depending on the hour.

Arthur muttered something unintelligible but reached for the tea anyway. “Thanks.”

You raised an eyebrow, settling on the armrest of his gaming chair, the way you always did when you wanted to distract him. “You okay?”

“I’m fine.” He sipped his tea too aggressively. “Just tired.”

Right. Sure. He’d been off since last night, when you posted an Instagram story of you laughing with Lewis—your new coworker at the BBC. You were aware of Arthur’s disapproval, but you hadn’t expected him to spiral into petty silence.

You narrowed your eyes. “Did Lewis do something to you?”

Arthur snorted. “Aside from showing up in my life uninvited and hijacking your attention? No.”

You blinked. “What?”

“I said nothing,” he muttered, returning to his screen.

You tilted your head, resting your chin on your palm. “Arthur.”

“What?”

You leaned in. “No way… you’re actually jealous.”

His fingers froze above the keyboard.

He didn’t respond, but the red tint creeping up his ears said it all.

You grinned. “Oh my god. You are.”

Arthur spun in his chair to face you. “I’m not jealous. He’s just… I don’t trust his jawline.”

You laughed—loud and warm. “His jawline?”

“It’s too sharp. Like, cartoonishly sharp. I feel like it could cut glass.”

“Arthur.” You laughed again. “You’re being ridiculous.”

He rubbed the back of his neck, not meeting your eyes. “He looks at you weird.”

You blinked. “Weird how?”

“Like he already knows he’s gonna ask you out. Like he thinks he has a chance.”

You blinked again. “What if he does?”

Arthur finally looked at you, something raw and vulnerable flickering across his face. “Does he?”

The room stilled.

You weren’t sure when things changed between you and Arthur. Maybe it was the late nights editing side-by-side, knees brushing. Or the way he made your coffee exactly how you liked it without asking. Or how he never let you walk home alone after filming, even if it meant taking a train an hour out of his way.

Or maybe it was the way he looked at you now, like you were the only thing anchoring him in the world.

“No,” you said, softly. “He doesn’t.”

Arthur let out a slow breath. “Good.”

You rolled your eyes, but your heart was hammering. “Still doesn’t explain why you acted like a grumpy cat all day.”

“I wasn’t—”

“Arthur, you full-on growled when I mentioned his name earlier.”

He didn’t deny it.

Silence settled between you again, thick and expectant. You broke it.

“You could’ve just said something, you know.”

“Like what? ‘Hey Y/N, it’s totally normal that I want to punch your coworker because I have repressed feelings for you and get irrationally angry when anyone else gets your attention’?”

You laughed. “Yes. Exactly like that.”

Arthur cracked a small smile. “I thought I was being subtle.”

“You were about as subtle as a car alarm.”

He sighed, looking up at you. “Okay. I like you.”

You stared at him. “Say it again.”

He blinked. “I… like you?”

“No, I mean—say it like you mean it.”

Arthur stood up, hands settling on your hips like it was instinct. “I like you, Y/N. I think I’ve liked you since you made fun of my mic setup in uni.”

You laughed again. “It was held together by duct tape and hope.”

“And yet you still sat beside me in every lecture.”

“I didn’t want you to suffer alone.”

He leaned closer. “You still don’t want me to suffer alone?”

You smiled. “Depends. Are you going to glare at everyone who talks to me?”

“Probably.”

You shrugged. “Then yeah. Still don’t want you to suffer alone.”

His forehead pressed against yours. “You know I’d never actually stop you from being friends with anyone.”

“I know. But I’m glad you were jealous. It means you care.”

“I’ve always cared.”

You kissed him—slow, certain, like you’d been waiting for this moment through every video, every shared laugh, every almost-touch.

And when he kissed you back, it wasn’t awkward or new. It felt like coming home.

Later that night, Arthur posted a new vlog. It had nothing to do with relationships, yet the comments lit up:

“Is it just me or is Arthur glowing???” “Tell me he finally got with Y/N or I riot.” “That ‘I like you’ better be on camera somewhere.”

You scrolled through the replies, smirking as you cuddled closer to him on the couch. “Fans know.”

Arthur didn’t look up from his phone. “Let them guess. Builds suspense.”

You snorted. “You’re such a tease.”

He grinned. “But only for you.”

Word Count: 3411

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Will Lenney Boyfriend Headcannons

☆ Is probably the most likely to want to keep your relationship secret purely because he wants to save you from rude comments. But would hard launch when you were ready.

♡ He schedules messages to be sent to you when he's filming just so you know that even when he can't type it he loves you.

☆Hates walking with you if he can't have his hand on the small of your back. Will whine and pout until you let him, even better if your wearing a crop top because then he can have skin to skin contact.

♡ Is a very grumpy morning person and only seems to snap out of it when he has his coffee and kiss from you.

☆ When he introduces you and James he is like a little kid. Gets all giggly and shy when they start to get along. When people make jokes about Will and James dating Will now leans into it even more because he knows you trust him.

♡ Takes you out to dinner often and has never once let you pay. It's to the point that even for his birthday dinners he finds a way to pay.

☆ Once he caught you watching his videos when he was away filming and didn't let you live it down. He was flattered through, truly proud that you liked it.

♡ Is very emotional when sick, doesn't go full drama queen or anything, just reminding you how much he loves you and that he appreciates all you do for him.

☆ Is weirdly very into your accent and will constantly ask you to say certain words to hear the differences. His favourite word to hear you say is his name.

♡ Goes to all of James's concerts with you. And likes to wearing outfits that go together. Not quite matching but similar. His tiny way of showing you're his and he's yours.

☆ Teases you constantly and loves when you tease him back even more. Has your name saved in his contacts as "Side Piece" and you have him saved as "Block Head".

Buncha hotties

awh cuties

Orange Sunglasses - Arthur Frederick fluff

Description: Arthur is allowed the very rare chance to wear your sunglasses, too bad he's as forgetful as the day he was born.

Arthur pouted dramatically as I spoke. He was already eyeing my favourite pair. Rather than offering them you crossed your arms.

"I swear to god if you steal my sunglasses again I will kill you"

"Baby pleaseeee" he begged "I don't have any to wear" which was true. Only due to the fact he lost all his pairs.

"Look, you can borrow a different pair, and only for the day. I don't want to be late to the beach. You know what Chris can be like" Arthur let out a laugh before grabbing a particularly ugly pair of glasses, earning an eyebrow raise from you.

They had thick orange rims and low quality shades. Did they go with any outfits? Not even a little. But they were a go to pair, they you packed everytime.

Finally at the beach the group were all there, Chris filming some video that you weren't apart of. Rather you sat off to the side either tanning or going into the ocean. When they finally wrapped up Arthur immediately joined you.

"Ughh its almost dark!! I thought it would’ve been a shorter shoot" he complained as he slid the sunglasses off his hair to his eyes.

You simply stood up in the water, the waves reaching your waist. It was not a surprise to you, his filming always took longer than he expected.

"Its okay, you have the day off tomorrow right? We can come back" Arthur smiled wide before giving you a tight hug, your wet bikini top soaking his shirt

"Ack! Now my shirts wettt" he cried out, gaining laughs from his friends who were only a few feet away. All of them in just their swim trunks. Letting go of you he ran to the shore, taking off his shirt.

"Hey Y/n can I ask you something?" George asked standing only a few feet away. Once you had nodded he went on to ask "Is there any reason Arthur's wearing those glasses?"

Turning pink you explain, the boys all getting a kick out of their forgetful friend. Once Arthur returned them all taking turns teasing him. Arthur took it in stride, struggling to walk in the water he trudged to you.

"You're all just jealous my girlfriend shares her most precious accessories with me" earning groans as he kisses your cheek. The glasses nudging against your cheekbone.

"Nah mate I'm jealous that you can pull them off so well" Chris says teasingly.

"Don't worry Chrissy, I'm sure they make sunglasses in your size" you say earning gasps from the group before the others piling onto short jokes.

Arthur's hand slid down your arm and squeezed your hand. A silent thank as it directed attention off of him. He was never one to shy away from pda, rather he hated putting you on the spot.

Squeezing back his smile was small but earnest. The group spent another hour on the beach before packing up and leaving to go back to their hotels. Y/n and Arthur being the last on the beach, as they walk along the shoreline.

The sun was setting beautifully and the two walked with light conversation being a background noise to the crashing of waves.

Turning to face Arthur he took your hands in his and brought them to his lips to kiss. You could feel yourself melting before noticing something.

"Arthur" Your tone snapped him out of his daydreaming look "where are your sunglasses?"

Terror washed over him. His hands slapping to his hair where as he had dreaded, the glasses were missing. His mind raced trying to think of where he could have lost them. Maybe the water?

"Fuck" he said exasperated. Not only had he done exactly what you asked him not to do, he lost your glasses. "Can I buy you a different pair?"

"How about you buy me dinner instead" you said with a sigh, as much as you were disappointed he lost them, you knew in your heart it wasn't his fault.

"Deal...and I can sleep in the bed right?" Letting out a bark of a laugh you reached up, kissing his lips quickly. Him closing his eyes like he always did.

"Let's see how well you do at dinner and we will go from there"

I'm going to preface this by saying I am Canadian so I call it Soccer sometimes.

Smooth As Soccer

Description: George hits Y/n with a football and as he makes sure she's okay...he notices how pretty she is.

It wasn't everyday that Y/n had the chance to go to the park and read her book. Probably closer to every two weeks, but when she got the chance she took it.

Sitting under a particularly comfortable tree with her book in her lap she could breathe easier. The noises around her blending into white noise as she was fully immersed.

That was until a soccer ball hit her face.

Square in the nose, the pain came after the confusion. A pulsating sting surged through her face as her hands came up to her nose.

If she hadn't been so disoriented she would have noticed how quickly he got to her. Almost as if he had kicked it this direction and kept going.

"Oh my fucking god I am so sorry!" George ran to her, kneeling down to get a better look at the damage he had inflicted.

"Should I call an ambulance?" A voice from over his shoulder called, she was too focused on the pain to respond.

"I Don't think I broke anything he shouted back" his voice shaky

"Yeah no- I don't need one" you said, bringing your hands down seeing no blood. The man infront of you took your chin between his fingers and took a good look at you.

In any other scenario you'd be dying of embarrassment at the touch of a stranger, but again you were focused on other things.

"Its swelling a lot, I am so sorry" he said letting go of your chin "Is there anyway I can make it up to you? Like anything?"

His guilt was weighing on him like a tonne of bricks. Not only had he hurt you but he had done it in a way where you may seriously hate him.

Y/n shook her head, finally getting a good look of the man her cheeks became warm. His soft brown curls moved with him as he tilted his head

"No, no I'll be okay" she stood up reaching for her book "Uh yeah" George found her newfound awkwardness cute, standing up as well he was quite a bit taller catching them both off guard.

He noticed the book she dropped, it had been one of his favourites. Another reason to like her he thought. He wanted to tell her but knew it probably wasn't the best time. Instead he introduced himself.

"I'm George" he said his a hand going to the back of his neck.

"I'm Y/n" she heard more noises coming from behind him, glancing she saw more men all waiting for their friend to return with the ball. One of the guys waving when he saw her.

As she was looking past, George's heart began beating fast. She was really pretty up close. Her hair was styled perfectly for her face, and her eyes were so bright.

He felt creepy staring at her like this, but he couldn't help himself. When she did turn back she didn't catch him

"I don't want to keep you from your game" she said giving him a small smile. It was hard to not notice how handsome he was, but wow did her face hurt

"Well maybe I can see you again? As an apology I mean" he suggested shyly, pulling out his phone "or like just to hang out?" She giggled at his sudden insecurity

"I'd like that, here's my number" She took the outstretched phone and put in her information.

Now, a few weeks later Y/n stood in a line with her new boyfriend and all his friends. Playing soccer was something they all really enjoyed, and she had been roped into coming.

"George, you hit another girl while we're here you can walk home" you jokingly warn. Of course it later came out that he had purposefully hit you to try and get your attention, though he wasn't expecting to hit you so hard.

"Pssh, you say that like he hadn't tried to get your attention plenty of times before" Chris jokes being met with a pink George and a confused Y/n.

"Wait...had you tried to get my attention before?" George looked away, nudging the soccer ball with his foot "God you're not smooth"

"But look at us now! No need to dwell on the past" he said loudly, earning eye rolls from his friends "Y/n is on my team" he directed as the group split in half.

Y/n could see her favourite tree from where she stood on the field. A direct line of sight to it. If she had looked up even once from her book she would have seen him.

With that she let out a small laugh.

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☆ 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"

How old were you when you wrote your first fic and who was it about?

When I was probably 7 I wrote an alternate version of The Nightmare before Christmas where instead of Jack Skellington going through the Christmas door, two little kids went through all the other doors.

Now look at me. Writing about hot British men who drink and play soccer.