#arthurhill

Arthur Television

He calls back IMMEDIATELY bless him

you hear what sounds to be him running and based on the echo probably up a stairwell out of breath

"what the... are you okay?" there's a pause and he seems to have stopped sprinting

"'m fine, open your door." "what."

you stand perplexed in your kitchen for a moment until there's knocking on your door.

when you open it he is standing outside, his hair windswept with chocolate and your favorite drink

"What is this for?" "i just love you," he shrugs, pulling you into a hug, kissing the crown of your head

Arthur Hill

He's in soundcheck so he can't call back at that second

but he sends a text instead:

"ubereats'ed a coffee for you, baby💓"

you didn't understand why, but now your cheeks hurt from smiling.

"thank you, see ya tonight. I love you<3"

ChrisMD

calls back like 5 minutes later, and literally steps out of a meeting w/ his producers

"i said i love you, you gimp." "WOAH, is that really called for"

"just calling it how it is" The smile on his face can literally be heard in his voice, and then all you hear is the click of him hanging up

bro is such a bully wtf

George Clarke

stares at his phone thinking of every remotely terrible thing he's done in his lifetime

he swears there's nothing he can think of.

hes never done the whole relationship thing before so he texts you trying not to freak you out. he doesn't wanna be overbearing

after typing, deleting and retyping the same message a million and one times, he finally sends it: "everything okay?"

"sorry, I hung up with my cheek. i love you!!!"

he lets out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding, wiping imaginary sweat from his brow.

Harry Lewis

doesn't notice at first, as he's filming with the boys

when he has a second to sit down he sees a text from you

as he reads it he thinks back "holy shit, I'm in trouble"

he dials your number so damn fast

you answer and don't get a chance to speak

"baby, what'd I do?" "harry, what?" "you didn't say you loved me"

"Im sorry?" you're confused and he can hear it in your voice

"when you called earlier. you hung up and didn't say it back."

"That was four hours ago????" "doesn't matter. what happened?"

WillNE

he doesn't call back, but jim does!

"mrs. lenney, will's losing the plot, please tell him you love him."

"james, fuck off, mate." you burst out laughing, realizing your mistake but before you can correct it james cut in again.

"you don't even have to mean it," followed by shuffling and shouting.

now will's on the other end of the phone, "oi! of course she does. right, darlin'?" the uncertainty in his voice makes you laugh again

you decide to toy with him just a bit and skip over his question completely, "James, how are you?"

summary: arthur goes to a club with his friends chris and george, who quickly notice he’s distracted by a girl at the bar. you. arthur is convinced you’re “too pretty to be single,” so he hesitates, but his friends push him to go talk to you.

notes: sorry guys i haven’t posted in ages but i’m slowly getting back to it

masterlist | taglist: @bambilenny @buttlesbunnie @reidnweeptv @livvytv @writer-jamie @pookietv @thankyoulovely @ghostwrittenbygrace @lenneyswhore

—ARTHUR WOULD BE LYING if he said thag the club wasn’t usually his scene. at times yeah, too loud, too bright, too many people who somehow looked like they’d stepped out of a music video. but chris had insisted —“mate, you need a night out. your songs are starting to sound like you wrote them in a cave.” and george had backed him up with a slap on the shoulder.

so here he was, drink in hand, pretending not to regret leaving his guitar behind. “alright,” george said, leaning in over the booth table, “scout the room. rate the vibes.” his voice was just loud enough to carry over the music, but not subtle enough to go unnoticed.

arthur rolled his eyes… then froze.

because he saw her.

you were standing at the bar, elbows propped up, stirring the ice in your drink absentmindedly while talking to a friend. the neon lights shifted across your face pink, then blue, then gold like even the club didn’t know how to settle on one way to make you look incredible.

chris followed arthur’s stare and let out a low whistle. “ohhh. i get it. yeah. yeah, fair enough.”arthur tore his eyes away immediately. “stop. don’t—don’t start. she’s—” he laughed awkwardly, shaking his head. “she’s too pretty to be single. there’s no way.”

george blinked at him. “that’s the excuse? really?” he nudged arthur’s shoulder. “go talk to her.”

“no.” arthur nearly choked on the word. “absolutely not. she’s obviously here with someone.”

“is she?” chris arched a brow and scanned the area. “i don’t see anyone clinging to her. not even a lonely boyfriend doing the ‘hovering’ thing.”

arthur looked again… briefly, cautiously. you weren’t holding hands with anyone. you weren’t glancing at a boyfriend. you were just… there. laughing, glowing, alone.

his stomach flipped, which he hated. “i’m not walking up to someone like that,” he muttered, “just to get rejected. i’d rather write another sad song.”

“that’s exactly why you need to talk to her,” george said. “before you put out an ep called ‘missed again, again.’” chris snorted hard enough he nearly spilled his drink. “mate, you write songs where you’re scared to talk to a woman? where’s the poetic bravery? where’s the main-character energy?”

arthur shot him a glare. “well that’s not true and this is not helpful.”

“oh, i’m being extremely helpful,” chris said, already standing. “because if you don’t walk to that bar in the next ten seconds, i’m dragging you there myself.” george stood too. “and i’ll be narrating it, loudly.”

arthur groaned into his hands. “why are you both like this?”

“because,” chris said with a smug grin, “you’re our mate. and…. she’s looking at you.”

arthur’s head snapped up so fast his neck nearly cracked. you were looking at him, eyes soft, curious, lingering a little too long for it to be accidental. when you caught him staring back, you didn’t look away. you smiled, cheeks growing pink by the second.

it was small, but real. arthur’s heart tried to escape through his ribs.

chris whispered, “go.”

george echoed, “go.”

arthur swallowed. he stood.

and before he could think of a thousand ways this could go wrong, his feet carried him toward the bar towards you — faster than his brain could protest. you turned just slightly as he approached, as if you’d felt him coming before you saw him. your eyes met his with an ease that surprised him. you didn’t look startled or confused. you looked… pleasantly expectant.

“hey,” arthur said, voice steady in a way he genuinely didn’t expect. it wasn’t smooth, but it wasn’t clumsy either.. just him.

“hey,” you echoed, soft smile tugging at your lips like you’d been waiting for him to speak first. “i saw you from over there and, uh… you seemed too pretty not to say hello to and thought i’d come say hi before my friends tried to stage a whole intervention about it.”

you laughed—a real laugh, warm and inviting. “were they giving you trouble?” arthur smirked. “oh, absolutely. they’re embarrassing. you’ll probably meet them in about five minutes when they decide i’m taking too long.”

“well, i’m glad they encouraged it,” you said gently. “otherwise we might still be doing that thing where we sneak glances from across the room.” arthur’s face lit up, his eyebrows lifted. “you were doing that too?”

you raised your glass. “maybe.”

arthur felt something loosen in his chest—like the tension he’d been carrying for the last hour had realized it wasn’t needed anymore. your eyes widened a little, warmth rising in your cheeks. he laughed nervously. “yeah. thought i was pretty sure you weren’t single.”

you shook your head. “i am.”

arthur blinked. “you are?”

“i am.” your smile softened. “i’m y/n … and you’re arthur hill, right?” his brain short-circuited. “wait—you… know me?” you nodded, leaning a little closer. “i like your music. your EP is amazing”

he didn’t know what courage felt like, but whatever it was, he suddenly had enough of it.

“thank you! well,” he said quietly, “maybe i’ll get to write another one. if i’m lucky.” you bit your lip, fighting a smile. “buy me a drink and we’ll see.”

he signaled the bartender, and you shifted a little closer—not enough to be bold, just enough that he could hear your voice without you raising it.

“i like your jacket, by the way,” you said lightly. his smile widened. “oh thank you, you look gorgeous too by the way… as if i haven’t said it enough already” arthur giggled, mentally slapping himself at the feeling of how awkward this could get but didn’t.

the bartender slid a fresh drink your way. arthur paid before you could even reach for your wallet, and you gave him a look—curious, not annoyed.

“you didn’t have to do that.”

“i know,” he said simply. “wanted to.” you swirled your straw, eyes flicking up to meet his again.

“so,” you said, leaning against the bar beside him, “what exactly did your friends say to get you over here?”

arthur smirked, glancing over his shoulder where chris was very obviously pretending to check his phone. “oh, the usual. that i’d regret it. that i need to stop writing songs about missing chances and actually take one for once.”

you laughed again, softer this time. “well… i’m glad you listened.”

“me too,” he said.

your fingers brushed his on the bar barely, accidentally-on-purpose—and neither of you pulled away.

before either of you could say anything else, george’s voice rang out across the club:

“ARTHUR COME HERE! WE’RE ORDERING CHIPS, D’YOU WANT ANYTHING? ”

arthur closed his eyes in pain. you nearly doubled over laughing. he groaned. “i’m so sorry.”

“no,” you said, wiping a tear from your cheek, “please don’t be. i love that. they seem fun.” arthur sighed; “well my friends probably need me to pay or something but can i possibly get your number?” he asked more shy this time. “yes of course” you smiled as you took his phone and put your number into his contact list. “i’ll see you soon”

𝙄𝙁 𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝙒𝙀𝙍𝙀 𝘿𝘼𝙏𝙉𝙂 𝙒𝙄𝙇𝙇𝙉𝙀...

slight NSFW, arguments and fluff mentions!

(@fallinforhappiness) — REQUESTS ARE OPEN

IN THE RELATIONSHIP…

- will is a teasing kind of boyfriend, he’ll either insult you or be your biggest fan.

‘do you like my dress, will?’

‘no…’

‘what?’

‘just kiddin’ darlin’, you look beautiful.’

- you are the one wearing the trousers in the relationship without a doubt.

- every weekend, if there is a formula one race you guys will watch it, and sometimes he will even take you to the races.

- you’re always working behind the camera when he films with james or mikey.

- aby and orla are literally your work sisters, you’ll take the piss out the boys consistently with them.

- you and james consistently argue over who is actually in the relationship with will.

‘he hangs out with me all the time!’

‘james, i literally sleep with him.’

‘y/n!’

‘it’s trueeee.’

- you guys makes the dirtiest jokes consistently.

- there are a million inside jokes between the two of you that nobody ever understands.

- literally the sweetest when you’re on your period or ill, will do anything for you; will go out to the shop and buy you anything, will lay his hands on your stomach to ease the pain.

- he’s your hype man.

- your hands are always in his hair, if you’re out, you’ll fix his hair: you’re just obsessed with his hair.

- he wants to spend every waking hour with you so before you finally move in together, he was spending every night at yours. - if you go anywhere without him, he encourages you to wear something of his and he will DRENCH it in his aftershave.

‘jeez will, this jumper reeks of you.’

‘as it should, pet.’

- his hand will always be on your thigh, if you’re sat together he will place his hand there like it’s a muscle memory.

- will was never a romantic before he met you, but you forced him to watch romcoms which he now looks to as inspiration when he wants date ideas.

- you guys without fail with make one night a week to spend time with one another.

- he’s the kind of man to offer to carry all of your stuff and then complain about it afterwards.

‘your bag is so fuckin heavy.’

‘you asked to hold it, will!’

- he goes on runs with you all the time 😉

- he definitely has a polaroid of you and him in the back of his phone, which he proudly shows off in any conversation with anybody new.

- you guys share a playlist with one another, which mostly consists of james’ music and sam fender. (i love sam so much and i know will does too.)

- he’s your uber driver.

‘willlllllll….’

‘ugh fine, i’ll give you a lift.’

IN ARGUMENTS…

- you both match eachothers energy, if he’s shouting so are you, if you are calm so is he.

- you both are quite mature when it comes to arguing, it’s always for valid reasons, nothing silly.

‘will, you said you’d come and meet me but didn’t!’

‘i was busy, pet!’

‘well you couldn’t said that, but you didn’t!’

- you guys would probably end up going to sleep and forgetting about the argument by the morning.

- neither of you hold grudges after the fact.

- you end up making jokes out of it, like using what one said against the other person in a jokey style.

- he does petty things in arguments just to piss you off.

‘will! you put my cup on the fucking top shelf!’

‘i know, my love, it’s supposed to be there.’

‘no it isn’t, get it down.’

‘no. not until you say please.’

‘ugh fuck off.’

- if you’re giving him the silent treatment, he’ll most DEFINITELY try and win you over by doing things that drive you crazy (sometimes sexual 😋).

NSFW!!…

- this man is a whore for makeout sessions, the steamy kind.

- his grip on your hips never subsides, he’s obsessed with holding your hips.

- always wants you on top, cowgirl is a go to.

- very dominant but without meaning to be.

‘take your top off. now.’

‘damn. okay.’

‘no, no, no. i didn’t mean to be harsh, pet.’

- you always end up clawing his back up.

- will always end up making you laugh midway through sex.

‘will you can’t make me laugh when i’m about to ride you.’

‘i just did.’

- all he does is smirk.

- you consistently pull his hair and he loves it.

Summary- Rare occasions when you have been on George's stream

Notes- Happy Thursday guys!! hope you enjoy :)

word count- 1,617

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Chubby Bunny

The front door felt a lot heavier than usual as you pushed it open. Your feet ached, your brain was buzzing with leftover adrenaline, and all you wanted was to curl up in bed and sleep for three days. You’d just finished a shoot day that had dragged on three hours longer than scheduled, leaving you completely drained both mentally and physically.

The flat was surprisingly quiet as you walked through to the kitchen and living room with the area being left the same as when you left this morning minus the odd cup and plate on the side. however, the mountain of shoes by the door confirmed that all three boys were home.

As you approached the bedroom you shared with George, a muffled, distorted voice drifted through the door. You’d completely forgotten he had a stream scheduled for tonight, but you were far too tired to care about being ‘camera-ready’ or avoiding the background.

You pushed the door open slowly, expecting to see him locked in a focused on a reacts video with one of his many friends or trying out a new game that his fans had begged him to play. Instead, you found George sitting in his gaming chair with his face hilariously distorted. His cheeks were puffed out like a squirrel, his eyes were watering from the effort, and he was currently struggling to shove another marshmallow into his mouth.

"Chuh-bbee Bunn-eee..." George managed to grunt, the words barely intelligible as he tried to fit the sweet into his mouth and not dribble all over himself.

He caught your reflection in the monitor, turning his head slowly to look at you. A stray bit of white marshmallow fluff was stuck to his bottom lip, making the sight even more ridiculous. On his second monitor, the chat was moving so fast it was a total blur of "LOL" and frantic comments mocking him that he was defiantly not going to have a girlfriend after this.

“Oh, George,” you sighed, as a tired, breathless laugh escaping your throat. You didn’t ask why he was doing it, nor how long he’d been at it; you just shook your head, your eyes half-closed in a mix of amusement and fatigue.

Ignoring the thousands of viewers watching the interaction and George with his shocked face, you grabbed your pyjama's from the bed and headed into the en-suite bathroom. You scrubbed off your makeup, let your hair down, and changed into soft, comfortable clothes that being a pair of short and George's tops.

When you returned, George was still battling the marshmallows, his focus unwavering. You slipped into bed, hoping to stay out of the camera’s frame, and let the exhaustion take over without being disturbed.

Just as you were drifting off, you felt the bed dip as George climbed over towards you to kiss your cheek, he whispering a soft, “I love you, have a good sleep my girl” into the quiet room.

“Love you more, Georgie” you mumbled back with a small smile on your face, your voice thick with sleep.

As you finally fell into a deep rest, the last thing you heard was George’s low, quiet voice as he turned back to his chat, debating which ridiculous challenge he should tackle next.

Night Out

You had been invited out for a much needed and overdue night out with the girls them being Liv, Faith, Flo, Sabina, and Becky. it had been a couple weeks since you had all seen each other and your plans had finally made it out of the groupchat.

You’d left George at home earlier that day, where he’d been buried in footage and meetings, hoping to get a new video edited and uploaded by tomorrow.

By the time you stumbled back through the door at one in the morning, your head was spinning slightly from the amount of alcohol that you had consumed, and you fully expected him or more like hoping to be tucked up in bed.

After successfully wrestling your shoes off and leaving them in a heap, you made your way toward the bedroom. You pushed the door open, only to find the room bathed in the familiar, cool blue glow of his monitors. George was still live, his energy surprisingly high despite the long hours he had worked today.

“Hi, Georgie,” you chirped, a tired but happy smile plastered on your face when you saw your favourite person. He spun around in his chair, his expression softening into an amused grin the moment he saw you.

“Hello, poppet. Did you have a good time with the girls?” he asked, his eyes tracking you as you wandered over and settled yourself right onto his lap. You didn't care about the stream; you just wanted to be close to him.

“It was brilliant. I missed them so much,” you murmured, resting your head heavily on his shoulder and pressing a lingering kiss to his cheek. George nudged you gently, gesturing toward the screen. “Say hi to chat,” he prompted.

You tilted your head up to look at the lens, squinting slightly at the brightness. “Hello, chat! I hope you’re all making fun of him and keeping him humble tonight,” you said. It was a rare moment of direct interaction from you as you normally lingered in the background leaving George to it, and the viewers immediately lost their minds, the chat scrolling at a terminal velocity.

user121: George is literally blushing rn  user021: Oh, she is absolutely wasted lol user444: please!! she needs to be in more streams

You stayed there for a while, tucked into his chest as he reacted to videos sent in by his community on socials.

About half an hour later, the warmth and comfort of being close to George followed by the long day had finally caught up to you. George looked down and noticed your features had gone soft and relaxed; he knew you were seconds away from passing out right there in his arms.

Realizing you’d end up with back problems in the morning if he let you sleep in the position on his lap any, he paused his stream momentarily. “I’ll be right back, guys,” he told the mic. He gently helped you stand, guiding you through the hazy process of taking off your makeup and swapping your dress for one of his oversized t-shirts. Once you were tucked safely under the covers, he pressed a final kiss to your forehead before heading back to finish his night knowing it will only last ten extra minutes before joining you.

Shock Horror

You and George had been dating for about eight months when you decided it was finally time to take your first holiday together. His fans were still adjusting to the relationship as he had only recently confirmed it on stream after a stray photo started circulating around socials, and he’d wanted to get ahead of the rumors before the internet took it too far. With both of your schedules finally clear, you decided to book everything before work could interfere.

You were currently in the living room with Arthur and Chris, perched on the sofa with your laptop balanced on your knees. George was tucked away in his room, and you were under the impression he was in a serious meeting with his editors.

You were busy navigating flights, hotels, and excursions, trying to cross-reference the meticulous list you’d made the night before. Arthur and Chris were trying to be helpful, but their constant bickering over seat assignments and hotel breakfast options was starting to make you overstimulated, it came to the point of the bickering that you hoped they knew this holiday for both you and George only.

Frustrated by the chaos of the two men, you stood up and headed for George’s room, hoping he could provide the quick decision making the other two lacked.

You knocked briefly and pushed the door open without waiting for an answer. He turned in his chair as you walked in, looking slightly startled. “Can I have your passport? Also, please help me with this,” you said, sounding a bit frazzled. “The boys are driving me mad and I just want to get this booked.”

George froze, looking from you back to his monitor. Your eyes followed his gaze, and your heart dropped when you realized the "meeting" was actually a live broadcast—and you had walked right into the center of the frame. You let out a tiny gasp and practically dove behind the door to hide yourself, your face flushing a deep crimson.

George quickly toggled his camera off and muted the mic, chuckling at your panicked reaction. “Hey, darling, don’t worry about it. Come here,” he said, beckoning you over. You crept back in, staying carefully out of the camera's line of sight, your eyes still wide with shock. “No one is saying anything bad, I promise. They’re just laughing because they know the boys are useless.”

He kissed your forehead to calm your nerves and then toggled the camera back on, revealing his face to the thousands of waiting viewers who were already clipping the moment and sharing it all on TikTok and the comment section of the stream.

“Chat, give me one minute. The Mrs needs some assistance,” he told them with a smirk. He took your laptop and expertly navigated through the booking forms, finishing the task in seconds. He handed the computer back to you with a cheeky, triumphant smile.

“Thank you,” you whispered, still a bit red-faced from the accidental debut. You beat a hasty retreat back to the living room, leaving George to explain the interruption to an incredibly excited chat.

𓆩 WELCOME TO 7 DEADLY SINS 𓆪

> 7 fanfics - one for each sin - featuring arthurtv, willne, chrismd, george clarke & arthur hill. if you love messy, angsty & steamy, this is the series for you.

> cw: nsfw content, mentions of alcohol, angst, avoidance. more specific warnings on each fic.

> note: i'm baacckk with something new! for this, i'll be trying out a new writing style so any feedback would be greatly appreciated! now i have more free time, inspiration and a revamped account, i am determined to consistently be active & release chapters :P. hope you guys enjoy reading this as much as i enjoyed writing <3.

> taglist: if you would like to be tagged when i release each chapter, leave a comment below.

see below for summaries of what is to come! :3

CHAPTERS —

PRIDE — willne

> pairings: ceo will lenney x employee.

> your job was pretty standard, it kept you afloat with an acceptable wage, only required occasional overtime and for the most part, had tolerable working conditions. however, there was a single factor that made you want to uproot yourself and leave the company behind entirely - the man you worked for, high and mighty ceo will lenney, who constantly discarded your efforts as if they were worthless, as if you were worthless. you could tell exactly who he was, a prideful and hubristic bully. or so you thought until he lured you into his office.

What were you saying?

Atv x reader - fluff

a/n: This was requested in August so its really late but its one of the only requests i didnt delete because im gonna be so real I face the same thing that Arthur faces a lot with my friends so I just really wanted to write this 😭

masterlist

cw: nothing much but the gang might seem a bit mean

A. HILL

SUMMARY ౨ৎ small blurb of you and arthur on see it off, and you get asked to share embarrassing stories.

WARNINGS ʚ mentions of smut. fluff. drinking. make out mention. i can't remember where i got this idea from, it's just been in my notes after some late night tumblr scrolls.

౨ৎ

your best friend arthur tells harriet rose on an episode of mummy's boy that he sometimes prefers kissing over sex. it leaves you with much to consider... and you have a long overdue conversation.

some delicious fluffy steamy goodness for the girl dying on the hill hill @cheekytv

MDNI / 18+ !!!

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