Stream Interrupted - Chrismd

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.

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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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Possessive George would be hot

Sweaty and Embarrassed

Description: George is a little protective over his girlfriend, especially when it comes to the handsome crew member she befriends.

If there was one thing George was embarrassed of, it was how jealous he was about his girlfriend. Not your checking her dms or not letting men talk to her type, no George was worse.

"Why can't I go?" Y/n whined, she had wanted to go out with George for a day of filming, only for him to flake at the last moment due to being sick.

"Because you love me, and I think I might have gotten you sick too. Best not to spread it" he explained from his room.

She had really been looking forward to this trip. She wasn't one to be on camera, but the area the boys were going to had a fabulous book store she was dying to go to.

"Sweetie please, I really want to go" she came into the room, seeing a pouting George laying in bed with his arms crossed.

"Fine, we can go. But I want you near me at all times okay?" He usually wasn't like this, but there was one man he was worried about.

Jordan was a new camera guy working for the crew. He was a good looking guy and George saw how he looked at you.

You two were a little too close in his opinion. Texting eachother occasionally and even rarer a phone call.

"What is going on with you??" Y/n asked confused. She had known he could be protective but forbidding her from going out with him was new.

"Just stick with me please!" He pleaded. She put her hands up, agreeing. When they finally showed up Isacc immediately gave them a fake hard time.

"Wow George, you take forever mate and you still look like you rolled out of bed" the other laughing. One person George thought was laughing too hard was Jordan. He let out a fake laugh before finding Chris.

You followed along, stringing along as to not make the pouty boy anymore upset. His behaviour was so confusing to her, one thing was for sure it was adorable.

"Okay, we should be able to film here. Oh Hi Y/n! Sabine just went to the book store if you want to go with her?" He pointed to the woman walking away, her turning over her shoulder and waving over Y/n.

"Yes! I've been dying to go!!" She kissed George's cheek and caught up. Once she was gone the man stood. He was happy with this, he trusted Sabine and was glad that Y/n was far away from Jordan.

Later when you and Sabine returned, the two of you were met with sweaty men covered in grass. Not surprised in the slightest, after dropping off your bags in your car you were sat behind the cameras when Jordan sat down next to you

"Oh my god Y/n, I thought you were avoiding me" he complained, "My boyfriend was asking about your date the other night. Did George like the shirt?"

Y/n pulled out her phone showing him the different photos of her grinning boyfriend proudly showing off his shirt that had "second best boyfriend" in large letters.

"Loved it, I think today is the first day he's not wearing it" she jokes.

George stood across the field when he saw Jordan sit with Y/n, the both of you having a conversation. He immediately looked to the camera before booking it over. Once there he grabbed you and pulled you away

"I need you for a second!" Once a little bit away he tore into you "Why were you talking to him!? He's practically eye fucking you" Y/n stood with her hands on her hips

"...are you being for real?" George's hurt expression grew "Jordan is gay" as soon as it was said his face changed. His lips forming an o shape.

"I'm going to let it go this time, because you were cute when jealous. But next time trust me ok?" She placed her hand on his cheek, "I only love you"

George nodded and leaned into her touch. His breathing becoming steady as he looked into her eyes.

"I'm sorry, I just got- I'm sorry. I love you too" She kissed him, her having to lean up to reach his lips. She considered standing on his cleets but knew he'd freak out.

"Okay, now go finish up. You smell like sweat and grass" he kissed her again before running back out. He was glad the cameras were off him, because his cheeks were burning red.

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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.

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this is such a hard question because i know so many good writers on this app, but ill try and mention everyone i can, sorry if i miss anyone ily all

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