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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.

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.

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.

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.

Arthur's very dishy, isn't he? I don't blame you for going gaga over him. 🙂

He's a total smoke show. I love so much about him, and I know its bad to form parasocial relationships with celebrities...but he's just a guy ♡

Who should I write headcannons for next!?

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.

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.

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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