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[ellclarkey]

Man Child (requested)

George Clarke Fluff

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“Am I about to be humiliated?” he asks, clearly knowing what’s coming as you set your phone down on the tripod not so coincidentally right in front of him.

“No, of course not,” you smirk.

“What have you got me doing?” he says, resting his head on your shoulder with a dramatic sigh. “You’re worse than Max, making me do all these stupid trends, hm?” He gives you a tentative smirk.

“C’mon, you’ll love this one. I promise.”

“Love is a strong word for a dance on TikTok.”

You roll your eyes. “Please. Last one ever,” you say, pleading.

He rolls his eyes, already knowing that will absolutely not be the case.

You grab George’s hands and pull him up from the couch. He lets you, stretching lazily. “What’s this one?” he asks, raising an eyebrow.

“The Man Child dance,” you smirk.

“Are you trying to send me a message, love?” he says, side eyeing you.

You just smile.

“Stand like this,” you demonstrate, “and just move your feet after me.”

“Right. Easy enough,” George mutters.

It is, in fact, not easy enough. After about twenty minutes, several failed attempts, and lots of laughing, you finally get him to do it right. You collapse onto the couch and immediately post it.

“You’re like a sweaty pig,” you tease, rubbing his arm.

George wipes his forehead with a dramatic flourish, then pretends to wipe the sweat on you.

“EW! Get away! You’re disgusting!” you shriek, swatting at him with a smirk.

George just laughs, already slouched back into the couch like he’s spent all his energy trying to keep up with you.

After a moment, he says, quieter this time, “You know I’d do a hundred more if it makes you laugh like that.”

You glance over at him, surprised.

He shrugs. “Don’t get used to it though. I’d like to keep some of my digitsl footprint safe.”

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[ellclarkey]

Game night meet cute. (requested)

Arthur tv fluff

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a/n: first thing i’ve written go easy on me💔

(the spacing probably looks so dumb but idk how to do it)

Isaac loved hosting things at his place.

Game nights, movie nights, random little dinners they were always at Isaac’s.

It just made sense.

His place was the most accessible, his best friend lived right across the hall, you were only a few minutes down the road, and the rest of his mates were around the area as well.

Somehow, though, you’d never met the guy across the hall.

His best friend.

Which felt nearly impossible considering how often you were over but that changed the night of game night.

you walked in, the last one to arrive, spotting some familiar faces in the mix but also two new ones.

One was a smaller guy with curly blond-ish hair, who you assumed was Chris md, based on the height jokes you’ve always heard about him.

The other one had that kind of quiet confidence you only noticed once he was already in the room, not loud, not flashy, but undeniably there.

Tousled curls framed his face just enough to make you wonder if he knew how effortlessly good he looked (he probably didn’t).

His eyes light but in an intense kind of way.

A beautiful deep brown that locked with you as soon as you entered the room.

“Arthur” you thought as you made your way into the room.

“Hey” you greeted Isaac embracing him into a slight hug.

You give a wave to the rest of the room as you sit in the only seat available next to Arthur.

“Hey” he whispered.

“Have we met yet?”

“Hey, no we haven’t” i shot him a smile

“Well it’s a pleasure to finally meet my best friends best friend” he puts on a jealous glare.

I crack a smile “same goes to you.”

The night progresses, full of easy laughter and chaotic rounds of charades, Pictionary, and a particularly unhinged game of Gartic Phone.

Isaac was in his element.

Loud, dramatic, and gleefully yelling over everyone.

Arthur, though quieter, was surprisingly sharp when it came to guessing things, and he kept tossing these smug little glances your way every time he got something right.

“I’m kind of hungry,” Arthur said at one point, turning toward Isaac.

“Grab something to eat, then you know where the food is,” Isaac replied, barely looking up as he argued over whether that drawing was a dog or a terribly drawn horse.

Arthur nodded, standing up and disappearing into the kitchen.

A beat passed.

Then, casually maybe a little too casually you stood as well.

“Me too, actually.”

You weren’t hungry.

Not for food, at least.

You pushed open the door to the kitchen and found Arthur halfway into a cupboard, poking around like he wasn’t totally sure what he was looking for.

“Looking for something?” you asked, teasing.

He turned, caught, a sheepish grin tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“Something quick. Don’t want to miss any more of Isaac accusing people of cheating.”

You leaned against the counter, arms crossed loosely.

“Important stuff.”

Arthur chuckled, then gave you a look — something softer now that you were away from the group.

“So what brought you in here, then?”

You held his gaze for a moment, feeling the tension settle between you like a held breath.

“I don’t know. Just thought I’d keep you company.”

His smile widened not cocky, but warm.

“Well, I’m glad you did.”

“So,” Arthur began, pulling out a bag of chips, “what made you think I needed company?”

You smirked, tilting your head. “I’m just here for moral support. Someone’s got to make sure you don’t eat all the snacks.”

He laughed softly, that warm, easy sound you already liked. “Fair enough. Was starving to be fair.”

There was a pause just long enough to feel meaningful.

You found yourself studying him more closely the way his hair flopped slightly when he moved, how his eyes caught the light in a way that made them shimmer, the way his smile softened when it wasn’t directed at the crowd.

“You’re not what I expected,” he said suddenly, voice low. “Not in a bad way.”

“Is that so?” you teased. “What did you expect?”

He shrugged, running a hand through his hair. “I don’t know, maybe someone a bit more… Loud? Or firece” he smirks

“So a clone of Issac?” you giggle as you felt a flutter in your chest from the acknowledgement. “Glad I could surprise you I guess?”

He stepped a little closer, the space between you coming smaller. “I guess surprises can be good.” He states almost mysteriously

You swallowed, heart racing, you let out a breath.

The sound of footsteps and laughter from the living room nudged you both back to reality. Arthur glanced toward the door, then back at you.

“Should we head back?”

You nodded, reluctantly stepping away from the counter.

“Yeah. But, hey,” he added with a smile, “thanks for the company.”

You smiled back, feeling a warmth spread through you. “Anytime.”

You guys walked back and continue game night. About an hour passes and everyone goes home except for Arthur Issac and you.

“Goodnight Issac had a great night and very great to meet you Arthur.””

You walk our arthur following close behind “D’you want a pal to walk home with?” He questions sweetly

“Only if it’s you.” You respond with burning cheeks

He walked me home that night and hangouts at Isaac’s changed forever.

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i want to start writing does anyone have any requests or suggestions for my first fic (send it in my request thingy idk if it shows but the link is https://ellclarkey.tumblr.com/ask)

i’ll write for : basically anyone in the UK youtube community

i’ll write: fluff, smut and maybe angst (not sure how good i’ll be at that right yet…)

(with smut i will not be doing weird things like bestiality, incest and anything gross obv)