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omg.

[thedyingliiight]

MY MANN #arthur hill justice ☹️

WHERE ARE MY ARTHUR HILL GIRLS??

i’ve had an arthur idea in the drafts for soooo long and i rarely ever see hill fics, so idk if that means i need to start writing him more…?

[thedyingliiight]

#myman #myfavearthurhillwriter!!!!!

JUST FRIENDS •

A.HILL

SUMMARY ౨ৎ three times you and arthur were "just friends" and one time you realised maybe you weren't "just friends." i had this idea for george, but then decided to switch it to arthur hill cuz i just love him. if u wanna read a george version, then i recommend this!!

WARNINGS ʚ fluff!! smut (fem!reader) friends that are more than friends situation. completely blind arthur and reader ! no safe sex (pls ignore them stay safe) i think this sucks sorry.

౨ৎ

number i.

you were laying on arthur's settee, in his, chris' and george's shared apartment, with mascara streaks down your face.

"i'm not gonna say i told you so, but.." arthur sighed, picking your feet up, and placing them on his lap, as he handed you a tea. you sipped it quietly, placing it on the coffee table, and slumping back down.

"i just- i thought he was different, you know?" you muttered, plucking at the strings on a blanket.

"i know, i understand," arthur massaged your ankle softly, "he's a prick, im sorry."

"it isn't your fault.." you sniffled, wiping your nose, "he's a pathetic cheater."

"amen." arthur smirked, patting your ankle, and turning the tv on, putting on one of your favourite movies.

around five minutes had passed, before he heard small sobs escaping you, eyes squeezing shut in attempt to not let them fall.

"come here.." he whispered, taking your feet off his lap, and guiding you into his arms. you heard his heartbeat in his chest, as his arms wrapped around you, causing you to feel safe, warm, and loved.

god, you hate the way your heart skipped at the mention of feeling loved by arthur.

you were just friends.

number ii.

your heart was beating loud, and your head was spinning, as the alcohol running through your veins began to make you tired.

you had just come back from filming a pub golf video, and decided to come back with george, as you were definitely too drunk to take any sort of public transport alone.

"drink this," george muttered, handing you a glass of water, and heading to arthur's room. arthur pattered his way out, dressed in his pyjama bottoms and a black shirt. a grin spread across his face when he saw you. you ignored the tightness in your chest when that happened.

"hi, beautiful," he teased, ruffling your already windswept hair. you rolled your eyes, placing the glass down on the counter, and looking at him with droopy eyes.

"hi.."

"you feeling a bit rough?-"

"shut up."

he chuckled, a small frown-smile on his face, as his hands went to both sides of your thighs, slotting himself between your legs.

"let's go to bed, huh?" he asked, though it was more rhetorical, as he placed his hands on your wrists, wrapping them around his neck, and picking you up. you mumbled something incoherent, as he carried you to the bedroom.

his bedroom.

you had shared a bed platonically multiple times, this time being one of them. you had known each other for around 8 years now, meeting when you were eighteen, and the amount of sleepovers you had had, was countless.

in fact, looking back, you couldn't even remember how you met. all you remember is bumping into this weird nerd, and next thing you know you were best friends.

sharing a bed never really changed your friendship.

you were just friends.

number iii.

the bar was loud, and the counter was sticky, as you leant against it, waiting for your drink to arrive. you were alone at the bar, as arthur and your mutual friends were at a booth a bit away.

all was going fine until you began to smell a very strong and very cheap aftershave, emitting from your right side.

"hey pretty," a guy smiled, his teeth slightly crooked, as he leaned against the bar beside you

"erm, hi," you smiled awkwardly, not enjoying the way his eyes raked over your dress. you suddenly became self conscious on how tight it fit your curves, and how your boobs threatened to spill over the top.

"what's a little thing like you doing here at the bar, alone?" he asked, his voice low, as he became closer. your body moved back out of instinct.

"little? i'm-" you sighed, "i'm not alone-"

"yeah, whatever, can i buy you a drink?" he asked, cutting you off. you rolled your eyes and clenched your jaw, breathing out your nose.

"absolutely not-"

"hey, babe, is everything okay?" you felt a familiar arm wrap around your shoulder, kissing your cheek softly. the heat rose to your cheeks, as you immediately recognised his voice.

arthur.

the guy left quickly , almost as if you blinked and he was gone.

"thanks, my hero" you smirked, holding a hand on his wrist that hung over your shoulder.

"anytime, babe." he said sarcastically, placing a wet kiss to your cheek, before grabbing your freshly made drink, and leading you back to the booth. your stomach flipped. you rolled your eyes and scoffed, brushing his arm off jokingly, immediately missing the warmth he gave.

you ignored the way chris and george gave eachother a knowing look, like there was an inside joke you weren't in on.

you were just friends.

until you weren't.

number iv.

you were currently spending the night at arthur's apartment. in arthur's bed. per usual.

the only thing different, was this time, thunder was rattling outside the window. you weren't the biggest fan of thunder. it was all fine, until a strike of lightning had passed, and your body shook at the sound.

arthur seemed to notice, and pulled you into him, his chest flush to your back. he regretted this decision almost immediately, as he seemed to forget you were sleeping in one of his shirts and some underwear. he felt your ass, covered by a thin piece of fabric, brush against his joggers.

his neck flushed, and he tucked his head into the back of your neck, trying everything to regulate his breathing.

you, on the other hand, were feeling much less scared. you felt his growing hardness poke your backside, and a small smirk grew on your face. if it was anyone else, you'd have apologised and simply moved away, but something about arthur made you want to encourage it further.

you moved closer, shuffling your hips, disguising it as 'just getting comfy.' his breath hitched as you moved, and his hips very slightly bucked. so slightly, you almost missed it, but you didn't. you felt it. him.

"arthur.." you muttered, as he hummed. you turned around in his arms, now you were face to face.

"why have you gone so red?" you teased, reaching a hand up to his cheek. thunder struck again, however this time you ignored it, too busy with something more important.

"you're seeing things, i think," he muttered, trying to tuck his face into your neck, as you giggled, your own face flushing, as you wrap you leg around his hip.

his hand reaches down to stroke your thigh, electric touches releasing at every movement his fingers made.

your breath hitched, as he lay face to face with you, faces inches from eachother, sharing the same breath. you had always know arthur was gorgeous, but the way he was looking at you now, the moonlight accentuating his features, was one of your favourite looks on him.

both of you seemed to be slightly speechless, unsure on what to do next, before his hand reached out to touch your face, stroking your jaw softly. he leaned in, slightly hesitant at first, before you also leaned in and connected your lips.

there was no fireworks, or crazy romantic music, but there was warmth, and there was love. wether you were 'just friends' or not, you knew you'd be more once this night was over.

your lips moved in sync, as his hand went down and spread out across your thigh again. you lifted your head off the pillow, deepening the kiss, as you leaned on your elbow.

arthur pulled your thigh closer, causing your body to shift and somehow ending up straddling his lap. your lips parted for a second, taking a small breather, before he eagerly held the side of your face, and pulled you in again.

the night could've ended like this, and you would have been more than satisfied. however, luckily for you, it wasn't going to end here.

your hips moved slightly above him, and his hands flew to your hips, encouraging the movement. his tongue danced with yours, as you slowly began rocking your hips against his clothed hard on.

he pulled back to mutter out a small 'fuck..' , looking down to where your bodies connected, the only thing separating you was some flimsy pieces of fabric. a small wet patch seeped through your underwear onto his joggers, and he let out a small groan at the sight.

"you're unbelievable.." he whispered, kissing along your jaw, as your head rested on his shoulder, feeling the heat in your core grow.

a small whimper left your lips, as you felt your clothed cunt rub against him. the pressure of the cotton spurring you both on, as his hands guided your hips.

you lifted your head, hands on his chest, as your hips ground down with more pressure. his eyes closed, before opening again, as if he were scared to miss anything. he began to slowly lift his hands to above your hips, sliding under your top now, and caressing your sides, slightly revealing your belly, and your black lace panties.

"god, you're so gorgeous.." he whispered, almost as if he meant to say it in his head, but let it slip out. you smiled at the compliment, biting your lip, before stopping your movement, and beginning to untie his joggers.

his let you do so, lifting his hips as you pulled them down, along with his boxers, revealing his hard leaking cock.

you moaned at the sight, automatically reaching out to spread the precum along the tip. he let out a sensitive whimper at this, placing his lip between his teeth to avoid any more noises escaping. you hated that.

"don't do that, let me hear you, please," you sighed, leaning down, and kissing him softly. his lips moved in tandem with yours, as your hand began to stroke him softly. he moaned into your mouth, hips bucking slightly into your palm.

"god, that's feels good.." he said, clenching his jaw, looking down between you both, watching how you handled him.

"yeah? that make you feel good, baby?" you teased, hand moving slow, as your kisses peppered his jaw.

"you're going to drive me crazy.." he whispered, hips matching your slow pace, letting out a needy whimper. you just giggled softly, a sound that was like music to his ears.

"more, please, baby.." he said, hand tangling in your hair, as he pulled you in for another kiss, tongues fighting with eachother, before you pulled your hand away, and moved your panties to the side, breaking the kiss.

"only because you asked so nicely.." you teased, before slowly rubbing your wet cunt against his tip. he sighed softly, lining himself up with you and helping you sink down, with hands on your hips, strong enough to bruise.

arthur's head fell back with a low groan, as he felt every inch of you wrap around him. he muttered out a small profanity, as he held you still in his lap.

"don't move, please, not yet.." he said quietly, as you complied, kissing along his jaw. you stayed like this for around a minute, before your cunt was begging for attention, and you began slowly grinding slow circles on his dick.

"jesus christ.." arthur whined. he actually whined. he couldn't help but slowly thrust his hips up to match your slow circles. you moaned, your cunt dripping, and beginning to move up and down on his dick. you sat up, hands on his chest, as his eyes were glued to where you were connected, watching his cock covered in your slick. he had to move his eyes away when he felt his core tighten, not wanting to finish before it had even started.

your back arched, feeling his dick move inside your cunt, nothing but the wet sounds of skin slapping together, and hushed moans filling the room. the smell of sex began to fill the air, as his thumb moved to circle your clit, causing you to release your lip from between your teeth, and let out a moan.

"shh, we don't want to wake the others.." arthur whispered, pulling you down to kiss his lips, shushing your moans. his hips began to thrust up into you at a new angle, causing both you and him to moan more, slightly quieter this time. you felt yourself getting closer to climax embarrassingly quick.

"fuck.. arthur i'm-" you cut yourself off, with a short whimper, as he just nodded, and whispered a small "i know, me too."

he kissed your jaw, before continuing his attack on your clit, thrusts becoming quicker, and more desperate. moans escaped your mouth, no longer caring about who hears.

both of your climaxes came quick, knots in your cores tightening with each thrust, before they finally released. he groaned, quickly pulling you in for a kiss to shush both of your noises, as he rode you through your high.

the silence after was comforting, as your cunt throbbed in the aftermath. his hands slowly rubbed up and down your back, pressing soft kisses to your hairline. you heard his heartbeat almost explode out of his chest, and you kissed one of his tattoos, and sat up to look at him.

"one way to distract you from a storm.." he joked, as you slapped him softly on the arm, holding back a grin.

the aftercare was everything you had ever dreamed for. soft touches in the shower, and calming fingers running through your hair. the night ended with your head resting on his chest, damp hair sprawled across his arm. his hand rubbed across your thigh, as you put on a tv show to fall asleep to. neither of you really spoke about what happens next, and decided it was best to just wait and see.

one thing was for sure though, you were more than just friends.

[thedyingliiight]

#myman #perfection i'm in love

arthur hill nsfw alphabet? i was told specifically to ask you, plus your writing is perfection mwahhh xx

# NSFW ALPHABET ★ arthur hill

word count: 1.9k. ♡

content: smut/nsfw content, bdsm mentions, rough sex, somno mention, stuff like that

author note: thank you for your kind words honey and i hope this is okay for you!! x also this isnt proofread so ignore any typos

a = aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He’ll tease you a little, but it’s all gentle touches and light kisses to your face. He’ll cuddle you for a little while, and then decide to finally get up and give you a bath. He’ll light a candle, grab some snacks and some water, put a movie on and then bring you back to bed and spend the night cuddled up to you. He’ll offer constant reassurance like are you okay?, you did so well for me, beautiful.

b = body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

On you: Thighs. Biggest thigh man to ever exist. Mentioned them being his ‘secret kink’ on the useless hotline podcast once and you haven’t let him live it down since. You’ll always wear shorts and skirts around him to drive him crazy, and he’ll always have a hand on your thigh, fingers digging into the flesh to mark you up.

On himself: His hair. He loves when your fingers run through the locks, when you pull at his mullet as soon as he slips inside of you. The way you beg him not to cut it? He’s never changing a thing.

c = cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He prefers to cum on you instead of inside you. He’s a little cautious when it comes to the idea of you getting pregnant, but has thought about filling you up a lot more than he’d like to admit. He prefers to see your face painted with his cum, though—loves to paint your tits, your thighs, and then have you suck every last drop from his fingers afterwards.

d = dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He really likes the idea of being caught. Especially by Chris and George. He’ll purposefully rile you up when you come over and then he’ll drop a better be quiet, baby, don’t want them to hear, yeah? and then he ruins you until you have no choice but to make too much noise. Arthur will fuck into you that little bit harder when he hears Chris’s feet padding into the kitchen to get a glass of water in the middle of the night. He’ll wait until George is scrolling in bed on his phone and then he’ll sit you on his cock and have you whining for hours.

The best part? Both Chris and George are aware of it. An unspoken thing between the three of them. Arthur knows that it riles them up, knows that they jack off to it, and they know they can’t bring it up without admitting they wank to their best mate fucking his girlfriend. 

e = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s not too experienced, but he knows exactly what you like and he has perfected it. So, there isn’t much left to work on. He can have you moaning underneath him within a few seconds so you have never underestimated him during sex.

f = favorite position (this goes without saying)

Missionary, purely because he likes to watch tears prick at your eyes when you’re close. He likes to watch the way your face twists in pleasure with every thrust—it’s mesmerising, should be hung in the louvre. The intimacy is definitely a plus, though. He’ll a press a kiss to the tip of your nose at times, making you giggle underneath his weight.

g = goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He tries his best to be serious–bless him–but he’s just a bundle of laughs most of the time. The two of you are naturally funny and always bounce off of each other's jokes, so when Arthur makes a joke about how long it took you to get your clothes off, you’re holding your face with embarrassment and laughing into your palms. It’s near his climax where his brows furrow and he can’t seem to focus on your subtle teasing, he’s just too overwhelmed with pleasure.

h = hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He’s a little careless, but tries to trim it every few weeks just to keep up with it. Not really bothered about it otherwise. Same with you, he couldn’t care less.

i = intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He’s romantic, but it’s subtle. A sweet kiss to your lips when he’s stretching you out, a breath of praise when your lips wrap perfectly around his cock. Sex is an intimate thing for him, but he has a naturally subtle way of loving you (which you don’t mind at all) and that applied to sex too. He makes it known, but doesn’t overwhelm you with it.

j = jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He jacks off a lot. Being on tour for months is difficult for you both and he can’t help but get riled up at the thought of you just being there with him. Sometimes you’ll travel with him on the tour bus, but you have your own work to do, so it’s not often that you get to see him on tour outside of the actual concerts. He just wants to touch you, to feel the familiar warmth of your skin against his fingertips. Most nights when he can’t sleep he’ll slip his hand into his boxers and jerk pathetically into his hand just to feel closer to you.

k = kink (one or more of their kinks)

He loves to praise you and loves to be praised, it’s raw and it’s real and it drives him crazy to know that he’s making you feel good. He’s a naturally rough person in the bedroom: a hand on your throat, a harsh slap to your ass, forcing you on your knees and slipping his cock down your throat with little to no mercy, all of that stuff. He’s a dacryphiliac, which makes edging and overstim so fun for him. He’ll bring you right to the edge over and over until tears spill down your cheeks and then he’ll let you cum only to do it three or four more times. By the end of it your makeup is ruined, your legs are shaking and he’s just looking at you like you’re heaven on earth. He dabbles in somnophilia, loves to wake you up with his head between your thighs and loves it even more when you wait until he’s asleep for you to slip your fingers inside of your cunt only for him to wake up and ruin you anyway. 

l = location (favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere with a mirror. This man loves to see you bent over and taking him like you were made to. He loves to see your face when you cum, loves to force your eyes forward so that you can watch as he takes you apart.

m = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

When you let an oh, yeah? slip mid conversation. It catches him off guard, and turns him on so much. Especially during arguments, when you sound so hot bitching about whatever has pissed you off. He’s a sucker for a bossy and bitchy girlfriend. 

n = no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He probably won’t degrade you, at least not too heavy. He prefers to be sweet with his words while he defiles your body. It turns you both on more to see the contrast of the two. A sweet such a good girl for me, aren’t you? while his grip bruises your hips and his hand wraps around your throat.

o = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He’s a top tier munch, and will always prefer to give head instead of receive it. He loves when you’re on your knees for him, but nothing beats the taste of you after a long day. How your thighs wrap tightly around his head, how your back arches off the bed when his tongue flicks over your clit. It’s everything he’s ever wanted and more. He’ll sometimes lay between your legs and lap at your cunt even if he’s not actively trying to make you cum. You’ll push at his curls playfully to protest, but he’s all let me clean you up, yeah? and before you know it he’s down there another hour.

p = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

It differs and depends on the situation. He can be rough and fast, but he’s usually rough and slow. Harsh, deep but pure. It’s almost contradicting that he moves slow like he’s afraid to break you, and then slams into you like he’s ready to glue you back together if he has to.

q = quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Not a fan of them, but wouldn’t mind dragging you into a storage room or a shitty pub bathroom to bend you over. It’s all about time and place.

r = risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Not very risky, but does experiment with you a lot. As long as he knows what you want and how you want it, he’ll do it.

s = stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Usually one long round is enough for you both, but depending on how he’s feeling on the day he may go two or three before he has to tap out.

t = toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Definitely something he’d be open to but he isn’t into it enough to bring it up to you. If you bring it up, he’ll buy whatever you want, but if not then it’ll sit in the back of his mind.

u = unfair (how much they like to tease)

Oh, this man can tease. Light touches where you need him the most, filthy words slipping past his lips when you’re with a group of friends, it’s all just to see you riled up. Even in the privacy of your own room, he’s a tease. He’ll push you until you beg for it.

v = volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

So vocal. Whining, moaning, panting into your ear all the time. He’s letting you know that you’re taking him so well and making him feel amazing. It boosts your ego and it’s fucking sexy, so why not?

w = wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He likes to keep polaroids of you in lingerie. He has a camera specifically for it, and will always take photos of you on your knees for him in a pretty pink lace set, and then one after with cum all over your face and your lingerie hanging off your body. He gets off to them of course, and they’re in a secret envelope in his drawer. You think it’s embarrassing to be the star of his show, but he loves it, so you don’t mind.

x = x-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He’s packing. More girth than length, but it’s above average regardless. Curves slightly to hit that spot inside of you and make you feel so full. It’s perfect.

y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

The two of you will have sex two to three times a week depending on schedules, but his sex drive isn’t that high. He just misses you a lot and that usually turns into sex when you finally get to see each other again.

z = zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He falls asleep quite quick, but he always makes sure that you’re settled and relaxed before shutting his eyes. He’ll hold you close and fall asleep with your head on his chest. You’ll eventually fall asleep to the sound of his heartbeat.

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taglist: @clarkeyscherry @willnees @taylorlovesgc @theoreticallythe @luvrgeorge @pretendyoucantseeme @rubi-radio @writer-jamie

[thedyingliiight]

sooo sweet thank you 🩷🩷🩷

Girl I actually ADORE your fics 😍 I’m getting more into ukyt recently and was wondering if you had any recommendations for series to read as I’m pretty new to the fanbase :)

so honoured to be asked ! some of these are 18+ so if you're a minor, please do not interact ! if i have missed you, please don't take it personally and just let me know ! other authors who do one shots you can find here !!

⇒ i have a feeling you got everything you wanted (george clarke) @mia-maybank ✩ incomplete

⇒ closing arguments (arthur frederick) @raekensluver ✩ complete

⇒ inside trouble (george clarke) @livvymd ✩ complete

(the rest of the series is in her masterlist!)

⇒ audio erotica (george clarke) @snoopyclarkey ✩ incomplete(?)

⇒ lost in translation (george clarke) @pookietv ✩ complete

(the rest of the series is in her masterlist)

⇒ caught in the act (harry lewis and will lenney) @pretendyoucantseeme ✩ complete

⇒ among us (harry lewis) @sdmnpact ✩ complete

(the rest of the series is in her masterlist)

⇒ back to friends? (alfie buttle) @clarkeysbedchem ✩ complete

⇒ fault lines and second chances (will lenney) @octaneink ✩ complete

⇒ blue-eyed bet (part two, as part one is linked) (george clarke) @georgeclarkeys ✩ incomplete(?)

⇒ we have a spare room (george clarke) @mmkclarkey ✩ imcomplete

(other parts on her page)

⇒ no way back to normal (arthur hill) @cheekytv ✩ complete(?)

⇒ pushing it down and praying (will lenney) @roc-haze ✩ incomplete

⇒ you complete me (arthur frederick) @smzyyx ✩ complete

(rest of the series is in her masterlist)

⇒ island boy (harry lewis) @insomniac4000 ✩ complete

(other half of series here!)

⇒ if you were dating.... (ukyt boys - i've tagged for george, but below are the others) @thedyingliiight ✩

⇒ inside series (george clarke) @headdinthewall ✩ complete

(the rest of the series is in her masterlist)

[thedyingliiight]

#myman

YOUR INSTAGRAM STORIES IF YOU WERE DATING ARTHUR HILL

pairing: arthur hill x fem!reader

summary: what your instagram stories would look like if you were dating arthur hill

warnings/contents: swearing, gets sappy at the end

author’s note: trying something new so let me know if you like it !!!!! jk this actually sucks

[thedyingliiight]

so bloomin cute thank you!!!!!

i will get back to writing at some point!! just got back from berlin and i have exams in a few weeks so i’m prioritising that as of right now :((

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[thedyingliiight]

#i❤️irishmen! #SAMFENDER #screaming

# WILL WE TALK? bobby skeetz.

summary: you meet bobby in a club after seeing inhaler open for sam fender.

warnings: kissing, drinking, implied smut (im too scared to write the actual thing teehee). lmk if i missed anything

pairing: bobby skeetz x fem! reader

word count: 2.1K

request: here!

authors note: my first request OH MYYYY!!! i love inhaler AND sam fender so this was so fun for me to write! this is also not proofread (lol when do i ever)

the club was alive with the sound of the obnoxiously loud music. sweaty bodies pressed against each other, the floor sticky with god knows what. you and your friends, still riding the high after seeing sam fender perform live, had decided to go out into the city after the gig, no one wanting the night to end. it was one of those times you felt infinite. like you didn't have a 9am lecture in the morning, half-written essays and rent due.

"hey!" your friend called over the noise, "i'm gonna go take a piss, get us another drink, will ya'?" she asked, handing you her empty glass.

you nodded, she smiled and hugged you before stumbling off to find the bathrooms. maybe just a lemonade for her this time.

you made your way over to the bar, pushing past the drunken bodies of sweaty university students grinding against each other. the blinding lights made it nearly impossible to see where you were going, that and the multiple cocktails in your system.

you made your way over to the bar, pushing past the drunken bodies of sweaty university students grinding against each other. the music pulsed in your chest, lights strobing just enough to disorient you as you weaved through the crowd.

someone shoved past with no warning, and your foot slipped, sending you stumbling straight into someone’s chest.

two hands caught your arms, firm but easy, keeping you upright.

"careful," a voice said, he had an accent. "you alright?"

you looked up, ready to mumble a quick apology but then you saw him.

tall. brunette curls styled perfectly around his ears. and piercing sky-blue eyes, that made you want to sink into the ground and cry, locked onto yours with the most gorgeous smile you had ever seen.

realising you were staring, you stepped back. flustered.

"shit, sorry. i didn't see you."

"no harm done," he said, amused.

you look at him again, confused. "do i know you?"

"nah," he shook his head, "saw you at the gig, on your mates shoulders. at least i'm hoping he's a friend."

"you were at the gig?" you asked, eyes lighting up.

"something like that, yeah." he chuckled.

"what am i missing? where were you watching?"

"from the stage," he muttered, "i'll admit i was a bit upset you weren't as excited for our set as you were sam's."

"yeah?" you asked, smiling sweetly. "well if only i had known how cute you were upclose, i might've got more excited." since when were you this bold?

"just cute?" he questioned.

you hummed in agreement. but no, not just cute.

"so the guy whose shoulder's you were on..." he leaned closer to your ear, "he just a friend?"

you laughed under your breath, he's bold too. "yeah, just a friend."

his grin widened. "good. wouldn't want to be stepping on any toes before i even buy you a drink."

"oh?" you raised your eyebrows. "you're buying me a drink?"

"was hoping to, yeah." he said, shrugging like it was the most natural thing in the world. "might be easier if i knew your name."

you smiled. "it's y/n."

"y/n." he repeated.

"mhm." you nodded, biting your lip. "you gonna tell me yours?"

"robert. or bobby, if you like."

"i like bobby, it suits you." you smiled.

"so..." he paused, "can i buy you a drink, y/n?"

you hesitated for just a second. "alright. one drink."

he led you through the crowd, glancing back once to make sure you were still following. the heat and the noise swirling, but somehow, walking just behind him, it all felt a little more bearable. like the chaos had dulled to a comfortable hum.

he leaned on the bar, flagging the bartender with the ease of someone who had done this a hundred times before. you slid in beside him, feeling the heat of him at your side.

"what're ya having, then?" he asked, turning towards you.

you told him, and he gave a small, approving nod. "classy. i like it."

"and you?" you asked him, nudging his arm with your elbow.

"i'll have a guiness, please." he sad to the bartender.

you snorted, "of course. you can take the boy out of ireland..."

bobby laughed with you, "what about your friend?"

"huh?" you asked.

"your friend," his head motioning over to where the bathrooms were, "you were getting her a drink, no?"

"i- uh- yeah." you fumbled your words, "have you really been watching me all night?"

"hard not to." he said, a little too quickly.

"smooth." you chuckled, "so, how long are you in newcastle?"

"we leave tomorrow, actually. we're going to the US for tour."

both your smiles drop.

you nod slowly, the weight of it sinking in. "must be mad, doing all that travelling. i'm just here for uni."

"uni?" he said, interest sparking in his gaze.

"yeah," you smiled, "so newcastle's home for now, at least."

he grinned, a little softer now. "there are worse places."

"guess so." you said, feeling the sudden distance of knowing the man you only met minutes ago, would be gone soon.

before the moment could get too heavy, the music shifted. the bass dropped low and fast as new order's blue monday filled the room.

you snorted at the irony of it all, "oh my god!"

"seems like fate to me." he gave you a knowing look, offering you his hand.

you took it without hesitation, letting him pull you into the thick of the crowd  the drinks long forgotten. the bass thumped through the club, vibrating through your feet as bobby led you deeper onto the dancefloor. the chaos around you blurred into the background, leaving only the rhythm and the warmth of his hand in yours.

he pulled you closer, his fingers resting lightly on the small of your back as you moved together, matching the energy of the music. your heart hammered. not just from the dancing, but from the way his blue eyes held yours with an intensity that made your breath catch.

for a few songs, you lost yourself completely. spinning, laughing, the world reduced to the thump of drums and the heat of his body close beside yours. when the dj finally slowed the tempo, the buzz between you thickened, heavy with something unspoken.

bobby glanced around, then nodded toward the exit. “want to get some fresh air?”

you hesitated for just a moment. the night had been a whirlwind, exciting and reckless in a way you weren’t used to. you weren’t usually the type to just follow someone outside a club in the middle of the night.

but something about bobby made you want to say yes.

“i don’t usually do this kind of thing,” you admitted quietly as he led you out into the cool night air, the sounds of the club muffled behind the door. 

the air was crisp against your skin, contrast to the heat lingering on your cheeks from the dancing. bobby had stepped just a little closer, not quite touching, but close enough that you could feel the warmth radiating off him.

"this is..." you started, then trailed off, chewing at your lip. "weird."

"a bit," he admitted, but there was a smile playing at his lips. "but not a bad weird."

you looked at him for a long second. searching for something beneath the surface. "do you do this a lot?"

his eyebrows rose slightly. "do what?"

"you know," you said, tilting your head, voice smaller than you meant it to be. "travel around, play gigs, meet girls, kiss her outside the club and then leave. like it was nothing."

you weren’t trying to accuse him, not really, but the words came out sharper than intended, threaded with something vulnerable. it surprised even you, how much you suddenly cared.

god, look at you. getting worked up over a guy you met two hours ago.

bobby stared at you. like really stared at you with those intense blue eyes that made your legs feel like jelly. the teasing dropped from his face, "is that what you think this is?"

you didn't answer right away. your eyes flicker down to the pavement.

he stepped even closer, slow, his voice quiet but firm. "i meet a lot of people, yeah, but i don't do this. not like this."

you looked up at him. "not like what?"

"not like you."

that stopped you cold. 

he scratched the back of his neck, suddenly shy. "jesus, i mean, i saw you from the stage and i couldn't stop looking. then you bump into me in some random club and suddenly i'm here, trying to be all smooth and failing miserably."

you couldn't help the laugh that bubbled up. it was soft, surprised.

"and yeah," he continued, "i'm leaving tomorrow. but i'll be thinking about this. about you."

you swallowed thickly, breath catching when his hand came up gently, fingertips brushing against your jaw, then settling at the curve of your neck. his other hand found your waist, his movements were slow and deliberate like he was memorising this moment.

"so, if you're still okay with it," he murmured, "i'd really like to kiss you now."

your heart stuttered beneath your ribs. but you nodded, just barely, but that was all he needed.

he guided you in, enough for your bodies to meet in the middle. and then he kissed you.

it was soft at first. tentative. like he didn't want to rush it, to feel every second of it. your hands slid up to his hair, tugging on the longer strands at the nape of his neck. he tilted your face just slightly as he deepened the kiss. you pulled at his hair again, harder this time. he responded with a soft groan against your lips that sent a thrill right through you.

the world around you stilled, the hum of the city and dull throb of the club's bass melting away until all you could feel were his hands and lips on you.

you barely noticed how tightly you were holding onto him until he shifted, pressing you gently back against the brick wall just beside the club's side door, hidden in the shadows. the cool stone against your back only heightened the contrast. him, warm and solid and all-consuming in front of you.

he pulled away just enough to look at you, his breathing ragged. “fuck,” he said, voice low, hoarse. "you're..."

he didn't finish the sentence, just kissed you again. rougher, a little desperate and you felt yourself lose any grip you had left on restraint.

the kiss lingered, slow and drawn out like neither of you wanted to let go first. and when you finally did, when his lips pulled back from yours, they hovered there, still so close it was dizzying.

his hand on your neck travelled further up, brushing the stray hairs from your face. you smiled at him softly as you glanced up at him, "do you want to-?"

"yeah," he said before you could finish, like he already knew what you were asking. then softer, "only if you want to."

"my flat's like... a ten minuted walk."

he smirked, just a little. "lead the way."

and then you were walking fast, back through the city streets, his hand in yours. you tugging him just a little too quickly. he kept close behind you, his thumb brushing circles against your palm as the two of you moved through the streets like you’d always known exactly where this night would end.

the next morning.

sunlight streamed through the thin curtains, golden and quiet, pulling you from sleep. the first thing you noticed was the cool air against your bare shoulders. the second was the empty space beside you.

you rolled over, heart sinking just a little. the pillow still held his shape. the faint scent of his cologne lingered in the fabric but he was gone.

you sat up slowly, wincing at the dull throb behind your eyes. your flat was quiet, save for the faint hum of traffic outside. you reached for your phone on the nightstand, already half-expecting nothing. nothing, well except for a text from your friend.

your friend: saw you leave with that cute brunette. call us if u need saving xxx

you laughed softly, before reaching for the glass of water that sat on the table on the other side of your bed.

that was when you saw it.

a piece of paper folded neatly and placed where his head had been. your fingers moved before your brain caught up, unfolding it carefully. it was written in messy, slanted handwriting, black ink on plain paper torn from your notebook.

hey, sorry for running off like this.

i promise this wasn't a one night thing for me.

bobby x

p.s. check your phone ;)

your hands trembled slightly as you reached for your phone again, unlocking it. you had a notification from instagram.

you have one new follower — @.bobbyskeetz

a/n: i hope this is okay! my longest fic on here so far. i wrote this over like three days and i was pretty smashed on saturday so if this is bad thats why LMAOOO i didn’t really know how to end it so forgive me if it seems rushed

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ohhhh my gooodness!! thank you so much beautiful. i have a few ideas for maybe two or three more headcannons but i’m not too sure if i’ll do all of them. i genuinely have lowkey no ideas for writing as of right now but i always randomly get ideas so let’s hope some spring to mind at some point ahah

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𝙄𝙁 𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝙒𝙀𝙍𝙀 𝘿𝘼𝙏𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙂𝙀𝙊𝙍𝙂𝙀 𝘾𝙇𝘼𝙍𝙆𝙀𝙔...

slight NSFW, arguments and fluff mentions!

for the mullet daddy aka my husband 😉😉 — REQUESTS ARE OPEN

IN THE RELATIONSHIP…

- this man YEARNS for you.

‘oh y/n i love you.’

‘i love you too, baby.’

- fans definitely make compilation of the way he looks at you, he admires you and everything you do.

- george is ridiculously giggly on camera, but it's you who is all giggly behind the scenes.

- his clothes are yours, no questions asked.

- he's very teasing, which either drives you insane or makes you love him more.

- like chris, he will use any cringey pick up line on you he can.

- when he kisses you, his beard never fails to tickle you, which he uses to his advantage to annoy you.

‘why are you pulling away?’

‘because your beard is tickling my neck.’

‘you’re evil.’

- naturally, when you’re sat together, your legs are rested atop his, it’s just a muscle memory at this point.

- drunk george is the clingiest man ever.

- just to wind him up, you always bite his biceps, they’re your favourite thing about him.

‘ow! what was that for?’

‘i’m sorry but they looked fucking yummy and big.’

‘damn that’s what she said.’

- you’re relationship is very amy santiago and jake peralta coded.

- this man will smush your face in his hands just to give you a kiss, in front of anyone and everyone.

- PDA isn’t a big deal to you but you do links arms or hold hands in front of others.

- this man is a walking pillow, when you’re in bed, your head is always on his chest as he runs his hands through your hair.

- neither of you are into the ‘big spoon, little spoon’ kind of cuddling so you usually settle on heads on chests or facing each other.

- you always pull the back of his hair for the fun of it.

- he always makes you a tea or coffee when you get home after being out all day.

‘i made you a tea, beautiful.’

‘why thank you, kind sir.’

- you are DEFINITELY the funny couple.

- he’s the boyfriend you tell all the gossip to, if he’s around when your friends are over, you tell him everything!!!

‘oh so she’s a bitch then?’

‘yes, we do NOT like her at all.’

- george isn’t the jealous type but when he is he doesn’t make it too obvious, just making snarky remarks towards the guy when he speaks.

- you always steal his jackets, and claim it goes with your outfits as your excuse.

- if he makes a cheeky comment about you he’ll always turn and stick his tongue out at you.

IN ARGUMENTS…

- he’s argumentative.

- if he wants to get a point across he will not move on until it is proven.

‘but i didn’t say that! i said-’

‘george! that conversation happened twenty minutes ago.’

‘yeah but i never proved my point!’

- quite patient but when he’s frustrated his patience is non existent.

- any little thing annoys him when he’s pissed off.

‘don’t roll your fucking eyes at me.’

‘i didn’t! i had something in them.’

- he laughs when he thinks your being ridiculous.

- you guys argue every few months, but it’s never a huge one.

- you only really argue when your stressed, most of the time it’ll be little disagreements that you’ll settle after an hour.

- he treats you more like a goddess after an argument.

NSFW!!…

- he’s an eye roller, i can tell.

- bites your lip HARD when he kisses you.

‘george you made me bleed.’

‘shit sorry, babe.’

- he groans A LOT.

- talks you through it.

- his hands are always on your ass, which he feels the urge to smack a lot.

- he’s a missionary kind of guy, just so he can kiss you.

- he’s a gentle kind of dominant but when he hasn’t seen you in a while he’s rough.

- seems like a love maker.

- after you have sex, he runs you a bath and will bathe with you, then make you a tea (again).

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𝙄𝙁 𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝙒𝙀𝙍𝙀 𝘿𝘼𝙏𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝘼𝙍𝙏𝙃𝙐𝙍𝙏𝙑...

slight NSFW, arguments and fluff mentions!

(@headdinthewall) — REQUESTS ARE OPEN

IN THE RELATIONSHIP…

- he is your walking and talking fact teller, he’ll tell you the most irrelevant things even before you both go to sleep.

‘did you know that a black hole the size of a grape could swallow the WHOLE milkyway?’

‘no i didn’t, but that’s kind of crazy.’

‘right?!’

‘arthur, babe, go to sleep.’

- when you first met arthur he was very quiet but once you got comfortable with one another, he never shuts up.

- museum dates are a must.

- regarding PDA he's relatively awkward in front of other people, the most he'll do is a hand on your lower back.

- behind closed doors he's all over you, following you around just to wrap his arms around your waist and place his head on your shoulder.

- when he's drunk, he's very bold, he'd definitely try and kiss you in front of everyone.

‘ugh. i just wanna kiss you, y/n/n.’

‘you already have, a million times.’

‘oh. i love you.’

‘i love you too, arthur.’

- to which, the boys would not shut up about and would wind him up about it for months on end.

- he is the best at making you laugh, you could be having the worst day ever and he could say anything remotely stupid and you're creasing.

- his sleeper build sends you crazy, like a rabid animal (same babe same).

‘y/n you’re dribbling.’

‘sorry.’

‘no you aren’t.’

‘no you’re right, why does he look so fucking good?’

- he's the biggest softie ever, he wouldn't hurt a fly.

- HOWEVER, if he's slightly tipsy and sees you talking to another guy, the looks he gives are deadly, and the grip he has on you is also deadly.

‘jeez, mate, if looks could kill you would’ve killed that guy by now.’

‘yeah, well, he’s flirting with y/n, chris.’

- in general, he trusts you enough to know any other guy is not a threat but if they are purposefully hitting on you, he can't help but let them know you're 'his'.

- he's your carer when you're on your period.

- he would happily go to the shops at midnight if it meant you were as comfortable as possible.

- he's an empath for sure.

- he's very big spoon coded in my eyes, but he could never say no to resting his head on your chest.

- he's amazing with kids, specifically your siblings (if you have any).

- when you're both settling down for bed, he'll go into random rambles about different thoughts: most of the time it's random things about dinosaurs or science.

- he always refers to you in the conversation when anybody asks him about weddings or kids in the future.

‘when i get married, i want y/n to-‘

‘oh so you’re gonna marry me now?’

‘well obviously.’

IN ARGUMENTS…

- he listens, and doesn't judge. (sometimes)

- he doesn't raise his voice at all.

- he's always very calm which contrasts to you and your crashouts.

‘you never fucking listen to me! it’s driving me crazy.’

‘y/n, chill. i am listening, i promise.’

- you find his tone more intimidating when he speaks normally, rather than stern or frustrated.

- he always always apologises, even when you know you should be apologising.

‘i’m sorry.’

‘don’t be, i was the one that started shouting for no reason.’

‘yeah but sti-’

‘no. arthur. i am sorry.’

- will go to arms length to make it up to you.

- his communication skills are on top so he always expresses how he feels without any problem in arguments.

- he will never let you go to bed until he is sure he is fully forgiven.

NSFW!!…

- he's very gentle.

- he's in control but only if you say so.

- he enjoys you being on top but is always too shy to admit it.

- when he's drunk that's usually when he becomes very very dirty.

‘sit on my face.’

‘jee- what?’

‘i said what i said.’

- usually quite quiet, but when you are on top, he is as loud as anything.

- will constantly ask if you're okay.

‘is this okay?’

‘you’re doing great. i’m gonna take this off now, is that okay?’

‘are you alright?’

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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.

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𝙄𝙁 𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝙒𝙀𝙍𝙀 𝘿𝘼𝙏𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝘾𝙃𝙍𝙄𝙎𝙈𝘿...

slight NSFW, arguments and fluff mentions!

(@fallinforhappiness) — REQUESTS ARE OPEN

IN THE RELATIONSHIP…

- chris is a ridiculously charming boyfriend.

- this man is spitting out pick up lines when he’s drunk, just to impress you.

‘chris, my love, you’re drunk.’

‘nooooo i’m not drunk, i’m intoxicated by you.’

‘oh my goodness.’

- you spend most of your time holding his hand, in a pub golf, he is holding your hand, in the office, he is holding your hand.

- he’s very helpful, he won’t let you go anything by yourself even if it’s the simple task of folding a blanket.

- the best chef, without fail.

- he’s an acts of service boyfriend: he will always casually buy you anything, even if you just say you like it once.

‘chris? did you buy me these shoes?’

‘what shoe- oh yeah, baby, i did.’

‘oh my god. thank you!’

- you think chris is the funniest person ever, especially when you’re drunk, all you do is giggle.

‘why is she laughing, chris?’

‘i said your mum and she pissed herself.’

‘THAT’S SO FUNNYYYYY.’

- you work behind the camera on his football videos, but most of the time you end up being dragged into playing or drinking.

- his family loves you, but specifically his sister, you guys get on ridiculously well.

- he would not hesitate to grip onto you whilst at the pub if a guy is too close to you.

- speaking of his grip on you, his hands are always on your waist or below your boobs: no matter WHAT that man needs to have his hands on you.

- when he’s drunk he doesn’t shut up about you.

‘chris. no more drinks.’

‘i miss y/nnnn, she’s so amazing, i love her so much.’

- you guys have that one tv show you watch all the time, something the boys would take the piss out of him for watching but he couldn’t care less.

- as soon as you enter a room, chris will end his conversations just to be with you.

- he’s the kind of guy to unconsciously follow the sidewalk rule.

‘no babe, walk by the wall, i don’t want you in the road.’

- chris can’t leave the house without kissing your forehead before leaving, even if he is in a rush.

- he’s a (big) LITTLE SPOON. no questions.

- he’ll lay his head on your boobs whilst you play with his curly hair.

-he’s high maintenance, if you ask to pluck his eyebrows, he’ll let you, if you ask to do a face mask, he’ll do it.

‘beautiful, my eyebrows are a mess.’

‘shall i pluck them?’

‘pleaseeee.’

- eye contact is his favourite thing, he’s OBSESSED with your eyes.

IN ARGUMENTS…

- he’s usually older in relationships in my eyes, so he will use that against you.

- in arguments he definitely grows defensive, even if he doesn’t need to.

- he interrupts you a lot which drives you crazy.

‘no but you always interrupt-‘

‘no i don’t!’

‘you just fucking did.’

- you’re both short tempered, and prone to crash outs so arguments are like wars.

- you don’t argue often, just little digs at each other every now and then.

- it’s like an every two month thing you guys will argue.

- he won’t apologise until you apologise, even if he truly feels guilty.

‘chris. i’m sorry.’

‘oh my god, babe i’m so sorry, i was such a dic-’

‘baby, it’s okay, chill out.’

- even if you guys are arguing, if you are upset he will drop the argument to make sure you’re okay.

- and if anybody insults you when you are in the middle of silent treatment, he is the FIRST person to defend your case.

- he makes it up to you by cooking you breakfast in bed xoxo.

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- he’s very very dominant, even when you take the lead, he still guides you.

- he’s a gentle kind of dominant.

- he’s experienced, he’s definitely a man whore so he knows what he’s doing.

- definitely knows how to unhook your bra with one hand.

‘how did you do that so quickly? i wear them daily and it takes me forever.’

‘practice, baby.’

- has a thing for you pulling his hair.

- he will leaves hickeys all over your inner thigh, even though he knows nobody but you will see it gives him a thrill knowing they’re there.

- nicknames central, he will call you all kinds.

- king of dirty talk, i just know it.

- praise!!!!!

‘you’re doing amazing, gorgeous.’

‘you can do it.’

- talks to you all through out.

- he’s a thigh guy, loves to have his head buried between them.

- your pleasure comes before his ALWAYS!!

[thedyingliiight]

𝙄𝙁 𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝙒𝙀𝙍𝙀 𝘿𝘼𝙏𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝘼𝙍𝙏𝙃𝙐𝙍 𝙃𝙄𝙇𝙇...

slight NSFW, arguments and fluff mentions!!

(first post!! for my favourite arthur mwhaha)

IN THE RELATIONSHIP…

- arthur WORSHIPS you, and you are his biggest fan in quite literally anything and everything he does.

- neither of you are huge on PDA, but when you’re both slightly tipsy after a platform roulette you are attached at the hip.

- in private, he can’t keep his hands off of you; hands on your hips as you make food, head resting on your shoulder as you get ready.

- he’s obsessed with kissing you, anywhere or at any point he will kiss you any chance he gets.

‘ugh i love snogging, i think kissing is better than sex.’

- you both make it very very known that you’re serious, he always makes appearances in your photodumps, you always making appearances in his tiktoks or stories.

- he seems like he’s very much into complimenting you all the time but as soon as you compliment him, he’s blushing like a mad man with his hands covering his face.

- definitely has good pick up lines, that’s what you love most about him - his charm.

- you both dominate the karaoke machine when you go out for drinks of do pub golf, you always somehow end up screaming your heart out into the microphones.

‘where is arthur and y/n?’

‘singing one of arthur’s songs.’

- obviously he lives with chris and george but he spends almost every other night at yours, half of his wardrobe is there and your sheets almost always smell like him.

- but when you do stay at his you always end up sitting with the boys, being forced to watch an arsenal game.

- you’re always in the platform roulettes, without a doubt; you spend half the video pissing yourself at arthur’s crashouts whilst george and arthur tv roast him, and you are ALWAYS the first to get drunk.

- speaking of being first to get drunk, you are quite literally the definition of a lightweight so every night out ends with you clinging to arthur as he walks you back to his or giggling like children as he drunkenly tries to act ‘responsible’.

- you have an OBSESSION with his rings, you always steal them and wear them when he takes them off for a shower.

‘y/n have you seen my-’

‘i think it suits me!’

‘babe, it’s falling off!’

- seems like a little spoon kind of guy, especially when he’s drunk, hides his head in your chest with his arms around your waist as you chill in your bed.

- only when you’re upset or on your period he’ll be the big spoon, protectively wrapping his arms around your body as he runs his fingers through your hair.

- is definitely victim to your period crash outs but he always makes it up to you by making you a hot water bottle and laying with you whilst you rant about any little thing that has upset you.

IN ARGUMENTS…

- he doesn’t shout but he does get frustrated, usually speaking in a stern tone or through gritted teeth.

- he definitely gets worked up easily.

- i just know he pulls at his hair when he’s annoyed, especially when you won’t listen to him.

‘stop pulling your hair, you’ll go bald.’

‘already going grey from how much you’re stressing me out.’

- neither of you will ever go to sleep on an argument, you will stay up for hours until it’s resolved even if you’re both exhausted.

- you avoid arguments like the plague but when you do have them it’s like WW3.

- you guys argue the most when you’re stressed, if arthur’s busy planning tour and you’re busy doing your own thing: the lack of communication will tear down any good feelings and turn them into a big argument.

- neither of you really will talk of the argument after it’s done specifically because you both hate confrontation.

- he seems like the guy to plead for your attention when your giving him the cold shoulder.

‘baby please, we need to talk about this.’

- when he is pissed off he definitely becomes petty, pointing out any little mistake you’ve made when you’re rambling.

‘i didn’t go out yesterday, i went out on friday.’

‘you know what i mean, arthur!’

- feel like if you cried in an argument he’d forget any grudges and immediately make sure you were okay.

- 8 times out of 10 an argument will end in make up sex 😛

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- he’s LOUD, so usually you end up having sex at yours rather than his.

‘ohhhh y/n, fuck.’

‘shut up, chris.’

- he’s an animal in bed, his songs prove that.

- he definitely has a thing for eating you out, he’s got the most perfect nose for it.

- 9 times out of 10 you guys are late (for the reservation) because you can’t keep your hands off of each other.

‘arthur, mate. you’re an hour late.’

‘yeah, sorry. lost track of time.’

���oh. right.. y/n, is that a hickey?’

- he’s a boob guy for sure. need i say no more.

- you guys definitely have a sex playlist, and as soon as that’s played, you’re both all over one another.

- drunk sex is very very common, both of you would have each other anywhere after you’ve had drinks if you could.

- he’s defo a top but after a long day at the studio, you’ll end up on top, and he enjoys it even more.

- he’s a wizard with his fingers 😉

[thedyingliiight]

── .✦ 𝙄𝙉𝙏𝙍𝙊𝘿𝙐𝘾𝙄𝙉𝙂...

𝙏𝙃𝙀𝘿𝙔𝙄𝙉𝙂𝙇𝙄𝙄𝙄𝙂𝙃𝙏'𝙎 𝙋𝘼𝙂𝙀!

olivia. she/her. libra. 18. british, welsh. josh jenkinson stan. ukyt. venus. formula one. irish men. sam fender. arthur hill’s wife. braeden lemaster’s hoe.

── I MUST REPELL THE DYING LIGHT!

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