Puffy Eyes

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.

George Clarke Masterlist

Headcannons

Sweaty and Embarrassed

Smooth as Soccer

Always Be You

Bob

Date night + Boys

Here's a small thing I made in between fics

An Arthur Tv inspired Mood board.

Here are more Headcannons to go along with it :)

♡ Once spent an entire day sorting through his pictures of you to make sure his gallery looked perfect. He also set it up so that everytime he opens his phone the wallpaper is a different photo of you.

☆ Arthur loves the crinkle you get on your forehead when you're confused about something. He wants to kiss it everytime he sees it but thinks you'd be weirded out.

♡ Would never say no to running errands with you. He loves spending time with you and thinks of having some alone time with chores is romantic.

☆ Likes reading with you, it's something small that means a lot to him. He looks forward to the time you two spend in bed next to eachother reading before sleeping.

♡ Has tried to propose but got too scared and is back to waiting. He is not one to rush things but he knows that you're the one he wants to spend the rest of his life with.

☆ If you get your nails done then he will make sure to tell his friends so that when they see you they can compliment them. He knows it makes your day when someone notices them.

♡ He is someone who makes a big deal of your birthday. Dinner alone, friends party, close friends party, family party, and a dozen dedication posts on all his socials.

Chris Dixon Headcannons

♡ Needs you in his videos. Always points you out If you're behind the camera or if you call him while filming he answers and puts the speaker up to his mic. To put it gently this man is a hard launch.

☆ If you're taller than him he calls you his Amazonian Queen. If you're shorter be ready for short jokes. He needs an outlet and you're the perfect target.

♡ Once spent an entire hour trying to figure out your text message, finally calling you to ask. Apparently the 28 year old man doesn't know what ttyl means.

☆ Has every holiday marked on his phone with reminders of what he wants to get you. Valentines Day? dinner and chocolates. Easter? Candy basket. Fathers day? Socks.

♡ Changed his profile picture on all socials to a picture of the two of you on a football field. Its his favourite picture of you. The way you're smiling makes him melt.

♡ Has made an entire series on his channel about you. Vlogging dates and explaining stories to his fans as you sit with him. He can't take his eyes off of you.

☆ When you meet his sister its like fireworks. The two of you click wonderfully. And become quick friends, later the two of you hang out without Chris. Which he becomes jealous about quickly.

☆ He loves spending time with you and having a mundane day is one of his small pleasures in life. Cooking, cleaning, running errands all of it.

♡ All his friends love you but when the cameras turn on treat you like you're stealing their man. It's especially funny when Arthur tells you to "step off bitch" in his soft voice.

☆ If he found out you were a long time fan of his youtube he would fall 100 times more in love with you. Then the realisation washed over him that you've seen him at such a young age.

♡ Once drunk texted you about how pretty you were thinking you were someone else. You didn't stop him and listened as he slurred on and on about his wonderful girlfriend.

Dream Date Night with the Boys

Description: Small snippets of each of the boys dream date with Y/n.

Arthur ☆

Having a date with you is something he'd spend all week looking forward to. Starting off in the morning with coffee st your favourite cafe he'd take you to all the shops you want, and finish with playing board games and eating take out. He'd have a cheesy grin the entire day.

George ♡

His dream date was simple. Dinner at home with you, maybe a movie on in the background. He loved spending time in the kitchen with you, even if it meant that it wasn't perfect. Making memories was worth the world to him. And if it really was bad food you could just order pizza.

Will ☆

To start off the perfect day it would need to involve sleeping in. Then he'd want to go out for a nice dinner and grab cocktails before heading home and binging your show. He'd hold you tight and whisper theories with every development in the plot. You'd often fall asleep to the sound of the intro.

Chris ♡

He'd love to go to the fair with you. Riding all the barely legal carnival rides and eating the most sugary foods in the country. He'd then drive around with you, the windows down and music blaring. He'd look over at you as the window blew through your hair. The prettiest sight he's seen.

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"

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Hi! I'm Esmé and I am obsessed with so many different fandoms and people!

I am from Canada and am studying to be a teacher. I love meeting new people so if you ever want to chat feel free to reach out :)

I mainly started this blog because A. I love writing and B. All my biggest crushes have almost no fics about them.

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Here are some Things I love

♡ UK Youtubers

- Arthur

- George

- Will

- Chris

☆ Hogwarts (fuck Jk Rowling)

♡ Umbrella Acedemy

☆ The Righteous Gemstones

♡ MouthWashing

☆ Kurtis Conner

♡ History

☆ Joost Klein

♡ Fashion

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Tags

#Original ☆ - is of course my own fics!

#Reblog ♡ - Me sharing a fic I adore

#Husband ☆ - Anything related to Arthur Frederick

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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"

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.”

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FINALLY SOMEONE WHO WRITES FOR JOOST

Would you be willing to do a fic with Joost and his stylist dating?

EEEK!! YEAH I LOVE HIM

Here you go my dearest anon

Description: Joost and his stylist/girlfriend have a calm night, with him falling even deeper in love with her.

You never in a million years thought you'd be here. Sitting next to Joost Klein as you sketched his next outfit for the tour.

You were not only is girlfriend but his stylist aswell. It was your job for the man to be on theme but also look good.

He was having a 2000s meets corporate look right now, and she thought he looked very handsome. She let him know it often.

"I think the tie should be fat" Joost said pointing at the blue and yellow striped tie on the models shirt.

"Or should I open up your shirt and show off some skin?" She said tapping the end of the pen on the edge of her tablet.

"Ooo scandalous" he said kissing your cheek "I hope nobody falls in love with me and steals me away from you" He jokes

"If that happened I'd be proud to be your designer and heartbroken as your girlfriend" Y/n responded not looking up from the tablet.

Looking over to the woman he grew to love he couldn't help but feel proud. She was incredibly talented and directed all her artistic skills on him. She was the one to suggest the blue suit for Eurovision and was there to hold him when he was disqualified.

Snapping back to reality Joost chuckled, discarding his headphones he stood up, several pops coming from his back as he twisted. Looking down at his girlfriend he felt a warmth surge through him.

"Should we get dinner?" He asked remembering the time it was. The sky had a soft Indigo hue as it shifted from day to night. It was common for the couple to not eat supper until seven.

"Yeah I guess" she saved the design before switching off the tablet "I'd be down to go out. I want to get some fresh air" she suggested to a nodding man.

As the two ventured off they both silently agreed to go to the Vietnamese place around the corner. It was their go to on late nights like today.

The jingling bell alerted the servers of their arrival as they sat down and ordered. Getting their usuals they rolled into small talk. Joost bringing up some Tik Tok ideas and what he wanted to wear in them.

It was easy talking to Joost, he was charismatic without trying.

"There's one that I really need to be exactly how I envision it oke?" He says with serious eyes. You give him an earnest nod as he explains "It needs to be like one of those I ♡ NY shirts, but instead it say I ♡ Unity. Think you can pull it off?"

As you two share a look you burst out laughing, receiving your food.

"I will need to make some calls, but I think we can make it happen" as the conversation carries on, the warm feeling in Joosts body didn't fade it got stronger.

Once the food was eaten and the bill paid the two walked back their shared flat.

"I love you" Joost said as you walked, the cool night painting a picture behind you. Joost turned to fully face you.

"I love you too" she said as she took his hands in hers, "You're all I want" he gave her a genuine grin leaned down for a kiss, meeting her halfway the two stood there for a moment, the world nothing to them.

No worries, no issues, and best of all no interruptions.