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live-laugh-lenney · 3 months

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A little bit of smut please🫣

Lingerie reaction for Arthur and George

i don't think i've done any kind of mature content for either of them yet so... jeez, i hope this is okay... i'm gonna write this for arthur, right now, and then maybe we can discuss george and his missus in lingerie...

arthur loves lingerie.

for someone that portrays himself as awkward and shy and almost completely innocent and practically virginal, he had a side to him that always sprung out whenever he was home alone with his girlfriend. a side that only came when he knew she had something special that she wanted to show him. a side that made him seem like a menace, almost like he was a horny teenage boy who had been left alone with his female celebrity crush, becoming touchy and needy.

she teases him.

she'll wear the lingerie beneath an article of his clothing that she had chosen to wear for the evening as they wound down from their busy days. whether it be his adidas jumper (which she loves and definitely stole from his wardrobe) or one of his baggy tees, it would be all she used as a cover up... stretching the neck so it showed her bra strap to tease him a touch when they were sat on the sofa and having it rolled up at the hem so her knickers were on show as she reached up high for the snacks on the top shelf in his kitchen... and she could hear his breath hitching in his throat when he realised just what she was upto.

"can you come and grab the biscuits from the top shelf?"

"you can get them," he hums from the sofa and he really didn't want to stand to his feet because the bulge in his pants had become even more prominent than he had hoped it would be, "i like the view from here."

"you're just a little pervert," she rolled her eyes and she's glad she has her back to him so he can't see the smirk that's sitting on her lips, "i just need some help from my very tall, very handsome man who just has the advantage."

"what do i get out of it?"

"a happy girlfriend," she retorts and he scoffs and rolls his eyes, his gaze barely leaving the plump cheeks of her bum and the floral lace that clung to her flesh, "please?"

she can hear him stand up, she can hear his feet padding across the open plan living room slash kitchen and she shudders at the feeling of his hands cupping her waist as she regained her normal height and stood back on flat feet rather than her tiptoes, teasingly brushing her behind against his crotch and feeling the result that she expected.

"you knew what you were doing," he whispers lowly, almost growling in her ear, and he traps her between the kitchen counter and his body and she makes no attempt at making a move away from him, "you're just a tease. a bloody tease."

"it worked though," she states, his fingers digging into her hips as he held her figure still, his hips slowly rocking back and forth and she could feel the friction of their clothes rubbing together, "what are you going to do?"

he turns her around and she takes a look at his face; his cheeks are pink, his eyes are darker, his jaw is tense and his lips are damp and wet from his tongue. hoisting her up on the kitchen counter and she needed no encouragement in undoing the knot of his bottoms and using her heels to push them to the floor, pooling at his ankles. his boxers stretching to accommodate the boner he was sporting. his fingers slide across the crotch of her knickers and she feels the chill in the air against her damp folds and he wastes no time in teasing at the bundle of nerves between her thighs... enough to make his cock twitch in his pants and she felt bad for keeping him restrained... her own fingers hooking into the elastic of his boxer shorts and pulling them down to his knees, freeing him and letting the cool air hit his exposed skin.

"where did you get this from?" he asks, lips brushing against hers as he leaned in for a kiss, his warm breath washing over her face and her own catches in her throat, his fingers collecting the moisture that was forming and coating his digits, "it's a shame you couldn't show me the whole thing."

"you were just too eager," she informs him, arms wrapping around his shoulders and her fingers digging into his hair, tugging at the tufts at the nape of his neck, "too eager. that was the plan."

"the plan on being fucked on the counter?" he questions and she can feel her cheeks flushing at the words rolling off of his tongue, "that was what you wanted, huh?"

"need to leave a memory in every room for you to remember," she grins and his lips greet hers with a hungry smooch that involved his tongue leaving his mouth and fighting against hers, her arms pulling him close and his hands gripping at her waist, pulling her closer and allowing the glistening tip of his cock to brush against her inner thigh and silently informing her just how needy he was, "it's all yours, baby."

and he doesn't need coaxing. he gave himself a couple of pumps with the fingers he used to spread her juices across the heat between her legs and lines himself up, gulping thickly and maintaining deep eye contact with her as he pushes his hips forward and fills her up with his entirety. her head rolling back and a deep, guttural groan rolling of her tongue from deep within her, matching the whimper that left his mouth as he pauses for a moment to let her adjust around his girth.

her sleeve-covered hands remain on his shoulders, her fingers still holding onto his hair with a tight grip in each fist, and she shudders and the goosebumps rise upon her skin as he attaches his lips to her neck and covers her skin with the softest kisses, his hips rocking back and forth and back and forth as he filled her with pleasure. her begs for him to go deeper filling the room, their heavy breathing and their heavy panting filling the gaps, her name escaping his mouth as she cries out from the thrill happening in that moment.

"let me know when," he insists, his hands trailing underneath the hem of the jumper on her body, his fingertips brushing over her bare skin, "let me know."

she nods and he drops his forehead to hers, eyes looking deeply into hers, and she can feel her toes beginning to curl. her thighs clench and she brings him closer by digging her heels into the base of his back, her hands cupping his cheeks and her mouth drop further and further open with each thrust he pushes into her, twitching between her walls and she swears, every single time, that he always knows the right spot and hits it every time.

"so good," she pants and she can feel the ache beginning to form in her belly, a burning sensation as she feels herself getting closer and closer to a release, "i'm so close, baby."

"so close," he repeats for himself and the sounds of his thrust start sounding sloppy and wet and he grunts out with a rasp in his throat and feels himself start to get weak at the knees, "c'mon, lovie. cum for me."

and it's all she needs to feel herself tense and clench down on his cock, their releases mixing together, and his rhythm becomes almost unrhythmic and each thrust is sporadic and almost like a burst of energy urges his hips forward. his head dropping to her shoulder, slowing his hips down, as she drops her cheek to the top of his head and squeezes her eyes shut.

"you're the best," he whispers into the cotton, sniffling before he lifts his head to look at her. his entire face glistening with sweat, his lips swollen from their kisses, his cheeks pink and his eyes no longer dark but full of lust and post-sex that always made him look heavenly, "the best."

he slowly pulls himself from within her and reaches down to pull his boxers back to his hips, followed by his bottoms, and she covers up by adjusting her knickers, knowing everything they were wearing was going to need to go in the next days wash. his arms wrap around her waist and her legs hook around his, her arms sitting on his shoulders, and he lifts her from the counter. koala-clinging to his front as he makes his way back to the sofa, making a mental reminder to give the kitchen counter a proper deep-clean before they went to bed... before anyone came back from their saturday night on the town... before george and arthur and chris had any inclination as to what had just happened.

"you'll wear that for me again, right?" he asks her and she yawns, nodding softly, "good."

"what did you think of it?"

"it's the sexiest one yet," he hums into her hair, pressing a kiss to her head before he closed his eyes, the feeling of her tucking the blanket around them making him feel cosy, "you can choose the movie. i'm too knackered to even think about those decisions right now."

"how about we just... go to bed?"

"i can't go again," he laughs softly and she scoffs and pushes his chest with her hands, "it's only half nine. we've got ages before the lads are back." xx

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pookietv · 26 days

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am i cool yet? | george clarke

thank you for all the love on my first post, appreciate it massively!!

have a little george clarke x singer because i love the thought of that loser (affectionate) with a very cool girl

liked by georgeclarkeey, arthurtv and 7,390 others

arthurnfhill: guess who is going back on artour!! (please come and don't let the tour flop)

georgeclarkeey: it would be quite funny if it flopped though

↳ arthurnfhill: so funny i am laughing so hard rn

user1: cannot waiiiiiit when do tickets drop!!!

↳ arthurnfhill: 10am next friday!

yourusername: hm that sounds cringe. wonder who will even bother showing up to that stinker.

↳ arthurnfhill: literally so cringe, wait until you hear about the support act, they suck so much, gonna be the worst show ever

↳ yourusername: i don't doubt it x

liked by arthurnfhill, georgeclarkeey and 3,904 others. tagged @/arthurnfhill

yourusername: good news, i am going on tour! bad news, it's with @/arthurnfhill (but on a serious note, tickets go on sale 10am friday, so if you wanna come by and hear us sing some little tunes please do!)

georgeclarkeey: jeez he said he had a stinker support act but i didn't know it was this bad (but of course i am kidding and you guys will smash it)

↳ yourusername: @/arthurnfhill is this the irrelevant flatmate you were telling me about??

↳ arthurnfhill: unfortunately, yes

↳ georgeclarkeey: @/yourusername ah, so my reputation proceeds me

liked by yourusername and 1,293 more tagged @/yourusername and @/arthurnfhill

arthurhillupdates: pictures that y/n put on her story from the first show of the tour tonight!!

userone: omg can't believe i missed the ticket drop, these two performing together ???

usertwo: they are literally both so hot i can't

userthree: i would kill to be backstage ngl

liked by georgeclarkeey, yourusername and 6,830 more tagged @/yourusername

arthurnfhill: artour night one in newcastle was very cool! a little disappointed that y/n looks cooler then me on stage but i will have to live with it

georgeclarkeey: to be fair i don't know what you were expecting, you don't look very cool anyway

↳ arthurnfhill: you can't be mean about things that are true

yourusername: if you need any stage coaching lmk

↳ arthurnfhill: rubbing a lot of salt into a fresh wound

↳ georgeclarkeey: @/yourusername i'd keep rubbing it if i were you

↳ yourusername: @/georgeclarkeey is that what you usually say to women?

↳ userone: she ate him up lmaooooo

arthurtv: can't wait for the london show so i can pester you live

↳ yourusername: couldn't have said it better myself, can't wait to pester you too

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yourusername: half way through the (ar)tour, thank you for all the support so far!! (+plus a little throwback from when i was just a girl making silly youtube covers)

bambinobecky: to say you look hot is an understatement

↳ yourusername: you're gonna make me blush x

arthurnfhill: wow that photo is great wonder who you pestered until they took the photo

↳ yourusername: got absolutely no clue, some random guy with a pedostache took it for me backstage

↳ arthurnfhill: crying in the mens bathrooms rn

↳ yourusername: you're getting awfully upset about the photo credits

↳ arthurnfhill: want to be able to put 'y/n's photographer' on my cv thats all

↳ yourusername: would be the only thing on there to be fair

gkbarry: jesus you're gorgeous, where's arthur been hiding you?

↳ yourusername: in the basement, says he's too famous to be my friend anymore :,(

arthurtv: don't tell him i told you but clarkey said you looked pretty in this photo

↳ yourusername: clarkey being too scared to comment on a girls instagram seems on brand to be honest

↳ georgeclarkeey: arthur you're a snitch and y/n you're mean

↳ yourusername: @/georgeclarkeey maybe but i wasn't wrong

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yourusername: london, you were amazing! the best night to end tour on, thank you all so much for coming to artour and supporting

arthurnfhill: thank you for supporting (even if you were very annoying)

↳ yourusername: is this seriously what you were typing when you were at the bar ??

↳ georgeclarkeey: can confirm, i saw him typing it

↳ user1: omg they're together?? clarkey and y/n meetup !!!

georgeclarkeey: was a very cool show, shame arthur had to come on and ruin it

↳ yourusername: for real, the audacity of this man to play at his own tour, smh

↳ georgeclarkeey: i couldn't agree more, should have just been the y/n show

liked by arthurtv, georgeclarkeey and 3,483 more tagged @/georgeclarkeey

yourusername: don't let george take you for a walk in london, he takes it as photoshoot opportunities and makes you take a million of him (proof referenced above)

arthurnfhill: you spend time with him once and complain, this is what i deal with all the time

↳ yourusername: i have never pitied you more

georgeclarkeey: who is that good looking man??

↳ yourusername: think you're mixed up, @/arthurtv isn't in this picture x

↳ georgeclarkeey: now thats just cruel, especially after i paid for dinner

↳ yourusername: poor you :(

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yourusername: i forced the boys to take me to the local pub just to get aquainted

arthurnfhill: we will never let you have sambuca shots again, you just became mean

↳ georgeclarkeey: she actually became nicer to me the more drunk she got

↳ yourusername: @/georgeclarkeey that's just because i was relying on you to look after me x

arthurtv: you are abnormally shit at pool

↳ yourusername: hey you weren't much better, hill carried you so badly

↳ arthurtv: says you who teamed up with george just to make him help you with all your turns

↳ yourusername: don't hate the player hate the game, not my fault george felt like being nice to me

↳ arthurtv: wonder why he's so nice to you

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yourusername: why not to leave men alone with your phone, a thread

georgeclarkeey: you have done us a little dirty with these photos

↳ yourusername: shouldn't have taken them on my phone then

↳ georgeclarkeey: don't lie you love it

chrismd10: third one is going in the wank bank

↳ yourusername: wish i could say the same

↳ georgeclarkeey: am i not wank bank worthy?

↳ yourusername: really think about what your life has come to commenting this on instagram

liked by yourusername, arthurnfhill and 7,839 others

georgeclarkeey: she tried to teach me how to play, am i cool yet?

yourusername: i think i speak for all of us when i say no x

↳ georgeclarkeey: at least i tried

↳ yourusername: tried being the operative word

arthurnfhill: can confirm, sounded like a cat dying

↳ georgeclarkeey: okay fine, you can stick to being my rockstar boyfriend

↳ arthurnfhill: okay pookie

maxbalegde: he came into the office and swore down he was a top ten artist

↳ yourusername: i mean if top ten is top ten worst he might actually be right x

liked by georgeclarkeey and 8,380 others

yourusername: my boyfriend is not very cool but he is hot and i love him all the same (turns out he has a thing for super cool awesome rock girls)

georgeclarkeey: i am not sure how to feel about this, you both violated me and complimented me

↳ yourusername: feel grateful i complimented you, was just going to violate you originally x

↳ georgeclarkeey: well when you put it that way, gosh i'm just so lucky

arthurnfhill: nice of george to wear a hat that labels all of his skills so quickly and easily

chrismd10: honestly thought world war three would come before george got a girlfriend

↳ yourusername: you and me both (he's holding me captive please help)

liked by yourusername, arthurtv and 8,296 more

georgeclarkeey: if i get a cool girlfriend, does that make me cool by proximity?

arthurtv: no

arthurfnhill: she is barely cool let alone you

chrismd10: in no universe are you cool

yourusername: good try george, but no x

↳ georgeclarkeey: i'll try again with my next girlfriend then x

↳ yourusername: took you this long to get one girlfriend i don't think that will be anytime soon x

↳ georgeclarkeey: kidding, i am not letting you leave (you are the only one who can tolerate me)

hope you enjoyed !! :)

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sleepyemoxd · 5 months

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An Interesting Discovery

I'm not big on writing, but this has been living in my head rent-free for way too fucking long lol

Characters used: Midnight (my OC) and Charlie (@xiocosmics 's OC)

Summary: Charlie accidentally discovers something very peculiar about her seemingly lifeless friend.

Potential warnings: Heavy mentions of scars and past trauma.

Warning: This IS a tickle fic. If you don't like that, keep scrolling. Thank you ♡

Note: This is NOT a ship. My character is a minor, so everything in this fic is strictly platonic. Please do not reblog it as anything different

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"Oh! I guess the popcorn's done! I'll go grab it while you find a movie for us, 'kay?" Charlie announced, abruptly picking Midnight up by her sides so she could set her down out of the way.

"It better not be burnt this time." Midnight replied dryly but quickly sucked in a breath when she felt her friend lightly gripping her sides to pick her up. The sudden contact causing a gentle, tingly sensation that lit up every little nerve in the area, sending chills down her spine.

Charlie immediately set her back down, a slightly concerned look painting her features. "What was that? Did I spook ya or something, Nightlight?" She asks.

The smaller girl quickly recomposed herself, not quite knowing why that got such a reaction from her, but she hid it nonetheless. "It was nothing. And no, you didn't, I'm quite alright." Midnight deadpanned, hoping her friend would simply drop the matter. But knowing Charlie...

In the time that she's known the girl, Charlie had gotten really good at reading her friend. So she knew something was up.

Now, she just had to figure out what.

Charlie bent down slightly as she stared right through the white veil that kept most of Midnight's face hidden from view.

Then it clicked.

To test her theory, Charlie gently poked her friend's side. In doing so, she earned a small but visible flinch from Midnight.

Grinning at her new discovery, Charlie leaned towards the smaller girl's ear. "Y'know, you could've just told me you were ticklish, Dollface." She sang in a low, teasing tone before picking her up and playfully tossing her onto the bed.

Midnight barely had the chance to process what had just happened before she felt gentle poke to her side, causing her to flinch again. "I can assure you that I'm not, dear. Now, please let me up. This is nothing more than a bunch of childish nonsense." She replied calmly, but internally, she wanted to curl into a ball and die.

The thing is, she genuinely had no idea if she was ticklish or not. Hell, she couldn't even remember the last she'd had any sort of physical contact that wasn't painful or didn't have any underlying threat or catch to it before Charlie came along, let alone being tickled.

But before she could dwell on it any further, Charlie sat down next to her, wearing a shit-eating grin on her face while wiggling her fingers just inches above the girl.

The taller girl snorted in amusement, rolling her eyes playfully before speaking. "Pfft, kinda funny for you to say that, considering that you are a child."

Then she paused, her expression softening slightly.

"Hey, before I absolutely wreck your shit I've gotta ask. Are there any spots or positions that are completely off-limits? Are you okay with me doing this?" She asks.

The tone in her voice was so soft and genuine, it made her think that what she had to say actually mattered. Reminding her that she was the one in control. It took her off guard.

After a few seconds, Midnight eventually replied. "I'd.. prefer it if you didn't pin me or touch my legs.. please..." She spoke quietly, turning her head to avoid Charlie's gaze, subconsciously praying that her friend wouldn't get upset.

Charlie smiled warmly at her before reaching under her veil to gently caress the girl's cheek with the back of her knuckles. The sudden contact caused Midnight to jolt away instinctively, but she relaxed a bit at her friend's gentle reassurances.

Then, without warning, her expression changed from sincere to goofy and mischievous as she pulled her lifeless shell of a friend into her lap, slowly guiding the girl's arms up above her head so they were out of the way.

"I'll start off reeeeally gentle, okay? Don't wanna completely overwhelm ya. At least not yet~" She teased before slowly walking her fingers down her friend's ribs, stopping just above her hips, gently tweaking the area, and then slowly skittering back up to her ribs before repeating the movement.

Midnight barely managed to keep her composure. It took everything in her to reign in the high-pitched squeals and frantic giggles that threatened to spill. Even through the multiple layers of clothing she wore. Unfortunately, she still wasn't fully able to conceal her reactions. This was made apparent by the quiet little yelps and whimpers she made every time Charlie lightly pinched the spots on either side of her torso, just above her hips.

Maybe if it wasn't so sudden, she probably would've had a better chance at holding herself together, but not by much. She wasn't gonna be able to keep this up for long.

Charlie couldn't help but grin at her predicament, knowing the girl's very thin resolve was only a few pinches away from completely shattering. It was unfortunate that she couldn't really see her friend's face due to the veil, though.

Speaking of which.

"Can-I mean, may I?" She asked, pausing her attack so her friend could speak.

The girl remained silent for a few seconds, mostly to try and regain her composure before she eventually answered.

"Y-yes, you may." Probably a big mistake, for more than one reason...

With that, Charlie gingerly removed her friend's veil before setting it to the side. She knew how skittish Midnight was about letting someone see her face, so knowing that she was comfortable enough around her to let her do so without much hesitation absolutely made her heart swell with endearment. It simply showed just how deep their bond was.

Midnight, however, didn't seem to notice this because she almost immediately brought one of her hands down to hide the horrific scarring that almost completely covered the right side of her face out of pure instinct. It didn't matter how many times Charlie tried to reassure her. She still subconsciously dreaded the thought of her friend seeing her face.

She didn't dare look at the taller girl, fearing that she would have a look of complete and utter disgust on her face, just like everyone else.

Charlie frowned at this, knowing exactly what was going through her friend's head, and she absolutely refused to stand for it.

She carefully grabbed Midnight's wrist, using her thumb to rub circles into the back of her hand, gently encouraging her to stop hiding her face. "Hey, hey, none of that hidin' your face business, Doll. I wanna be able to see that smile." Her tone was gentle and dripping with affection as she playfully booped her friend's nose, hoping that it would stop her brain in its track.

Thankfully, despite being slightly flustered, it worked! After a minute or two, Midnight hesitantly obliged. She shakily lowered her hand, revealing the horrific scars on her face.

"Theeere we go~" Charlie cooed, gently digging into the smaller girl's ribs again before she had the chance to protest. "Now, start squeakin', tiny."

The sudden contact completely derailed Midnight's thought process as she struggled to keep her laughter at bay, even though it was proving to be increasingly difficult the longer it continued. And just to make matters worse, she now had nothing to keep her face hidden from view, meaning the taller girl could see the faint blush that was painting her almost sickly pale features.

Charlie pouted at her friend playfully. "Come oooon! You've gotta laugh at some point!" She whined before moving down to her tummy, scribbling gently, hoping the change of spots would be the final straw to break the camel's back.

Needless to say, she was not disappointed.

Midnight quickly covered her mouth to muffle the quiet but embarrassingly frantic and squeaky laughter that spilled from her lips. Promptly curling in on herself while half-heartedly swatting at Charlie's wiggling fingers with her free hand.

Watching the smaller girl's resolve completely shatter like that made Charlie's heart want to explode with an indescribable warmth. She then gently pulled her friend into a cradling position as she continued to scribble away at the poor girl's torso.

"Tickle tickle angel~" Charlie teased in a low husky tone, knowing good and well how much that petname flustered her friend. "It's nice to finally see a little bit of life in ya~!"

The young hybrid practically squealed when she felt the taller girl's nails skittering all over her tummy in a circular motion, and that damned nickname probably made her face turn about fifty shades of red.

"EeEEeheehehheHEehee! NnaAHAaha Ch-Chaahaharlihiihihieehehhee hic* w-waahaAHAhihit! Ohoho Gaahahahadd I-EEK I caahahahahannn't!!" She cried before immediately burying her face into Charlie's shoulder whilst utterly shaking with frantic uncontrollable laughter, along with an occasional hiccup. Clearly, the poor thing wasn't used to laughing like that.

Charlie couldn't help but laugh along with the girl, her heart literally about to combust from her friend's adorable reactions. "Naaawwww, look at you! I've barely even started and you're already an adorable mess! Who knew someone so cold and lifeless could be so damn ticklish~!" She cooed as her fingers continued to lightly tease and torment her friend's torso, searching for any other areas that could leave her in stitches.

And hardly ten seconds later, she found a sweetspot on either side of her friend's navel

Midnight nearly shrieked when she felt her friend's nails gently digging into that awful spot. She made several attempts to arch her torso away from the tickly torment but eventually gave up. All she could do was grip nearby plushie as if her life depended on it whilst hiccuping and laughing uncontrollably as Charlie continued to lightly scritch and knead that hypersensitive area.

"NnnAHAhahAah hic* ahAHAHa!! CHAahAHahaharihihIHiehe hic* ehehhee hic* PLEHEASE!!" She whined as tears of mirth formed in the corners of her eyes, clearly having a hard time coping with the overwhelming sensations.

The taller girl paused her attack, using her thumb to wipe away the tears while chuckling lightly as she watched her friend attempt to regain her composure. "Pffft, ohokay okay, I'll be nice." Charlie cooed, not wanting to overwhelm her. She gently brushed her thumb over one of the buttons on the sweater Midnight was wearing, silently asking for permission to unbutton it, to which Midnight hesitantly nodded.

With that, she began carefully undoing the buttons on the girl's sweater and then pushing up the two thinner undershirts she wore, revealing her concerningly thin and scarred frame.

Her heart immediately broke at the sight. She's only seen the scars on Midnight's face maybe a handful of times, so Charlie didn't really know what to expect. But she most certainly didn't think that the poor thing's entire torso would be littered with them!

As Charlie scanned over them, her eyes landed on one scar in particular. The one that ran down nearly the whole length of her upper body. She couldn't even begin to imagine what kind of god-awful things her friend had to go through in order to get such a disturbing injury. Just thinking about it almost made her stomach churn. God, did she want to lay in to the bastards who did this to her.

Midnight remained silent during this, practically neck deep in guilt and shame. She was so engulfed in her own anxieties that she didn't dare look her friend in the eye. So when Charlie gingerly ran her finger down the scar, she quite literally almost jumped out of her skin before clamping a hand over her mouth in an attempt to muffle the quiet giggles that threatened to spill.

This immediately snapped Charlie out of her thought process, rerouting her attention back to her now extremely flustered and giggly friend.

"Geez kid, I knew you were ticklish, but I didn't think you'd be this bad!" Despite her amusement, the tone in Charlie's voice was almost sickeningly sweet whilst continuing to lightly tease and trace the scars on her friend's tummy. She gazed fondly at the girl as she listened to the saccharine giggles that poured from her lips.

"Besides, not once have I heard you utter the word stop."

Midnight shook her head whilst giggling uncontrollably. "Hu-huhuhush, y-you blohohoody fohohool"

She knew there was no point in trying to deny it, but there's no way in hell she was going to give her absolute goblin of a friend the satisfaction of admitting to such a thing.

Charlie gasped dramatically at this. "EXCUSE ME?? Oh, now you're gonna get it!" She growled before quickly scribbling up and down the girl's bare stomach.

This earned a delightfully high-pitched squeal from her friend as she immediately dissolved into more frantic squeaky laughter. Within seconds, the poor girl was squealing out barely coherent apologies amidst her far more frequent hiccups. Her pale face was now bright red, and her normally lifeless expression was replaced with one of pure mirth as she curled in on herself whilst rapidly kicking her thin legs in an attempt to cope with the tickling.

After another minute or two, Charlie noticed that Midnight's laughter was beginning to sound more tired and delirious. It almost reminded her of a broken squeaky toy.

Seeing this as her que to back off, she quickly slowed her fingers to a stop and instead began rubbing away the tingles, patiently waiting for her friend to calm down.

It took a few moments, but Midnight was eventually able to regain some of her composure. Although she was still incredibly flustered.

"You good, kid?" Charlie asked as she brushed her thumb against the girl's cheek, once again using it to wipe away the tears in her friend's eyes.

Midnight leaned into the contact slightly before nodding. "A-ah, yes, I'm alright." She then looked up at Charlie to see her grinning like a cheshire cat. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she spoke. "You're never going to allow me to live this down, are you?"

Charlie snorted at this. "Hell no! I'm gonna remember this the next I hear ya talkin' shit about yourself! Maybe I should have your uncles help."

The mere thought of Ronnie and Marilyn finding out about such a humiliating weakness made Midnight want to disintegrate into nothing, let alone seeing her in such a state.

"The bloody hell you will! And I do not 'talk shit about myself' as you put it, dear. I simply-EEK!" A sudden pinch to the underside of her bellybutton halted her thoughts as she let out a shrill squeak before clamping a hand over her mouth while the other swatted at the offending fingers.

"Watch it, tiny, unless you wanna go for round two." Charlie warned playfully, snickering as she watched her friend attempt to glare at her, then almost immediately avert her gaze out of sheer embarrassment.

"N-no, no, I-I'd rather...not.." She muttered quietly, sighing in defeat. "But if you dare utter a word about this to them, I swear to the great heavens above I will obliterate you."

Unfortunately, her partially empty threat only earned a sly chuckle in response. "Sooo, they don't know?"

"To be quite frank, not even I knew, until now. And I would greatly prefer it if they didn't know."

Charlie's expression softened slightly at her friend's borderline depressing statement before lightly ruffling her somewhat messy hair. "Fine, fine, I won't say anything."

Midnight half-heartedly growled and swatted at her hand.

Beep! beep!

The ear-piercingly shrill sounds from the microwave rang throughout the whole apartment, causing the both of them to jolt.

"Um, Charlie, dear, I believe we forg-"

"OH MY GOD, I FORGOT THE POPCORN!!"

#sfw tickling community #sfw tickles #sleepy's ocs #sleepy's shenanigans #midnight #lee!midnight #friend's ocs #ler!charlie #chaos crew #friends from the tent house #tickle fic

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mayhaps-a-blog · 7 months

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Started posting my Thrawn in the Unknown Regions, Post-Rebels fic! Starring a very tired Pellaeon, a gremlin Ezra, and of course, the Blue Man Himself.

It's up to chapter 2, and I'm planning to post new chapters on Tuesdays or Wednesdays after Ahsoka, or just Tuesdays or Wednesdays once that's finished coming out. I might make some edits as my beta readers send me comments, but I just couldn't wait :)

This is NOT Ahsoka compliant; I plotted and wrote it before the show came out, so it's purely Rebels and books based, including Legends!

Summary: Stranded in the depths of the Unknown Regions, Thrawn and the Chimaera are slowly limping their way home. But they may find that the journey takes longer than expected, as old enemies have their own plans for the region… and even Imperials may find it hard to turn their backs on new friends.

#enjoy!#star wars #fanfiction #my fic #thrawn #grand admiral thrawn #mitth'raw'nuruodo #gilad pellaeon #captain pellaeon #ezra bridger #chimaera crew #thrawn and ezra's space adventures #star wars: rebels #post-rebels #the unknown regions #or chaos #as they're called #let thrawn and ezra be bastards to each other :)

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zorak-show · 3 months

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Hello and here we have our third Bingo prompt, wine! 🍷 a bit behind in posting on here I realize sorry about that!

Here’s the ao3 link! 🔗

#ofmd #our flag means death #ofmdfeb2024 #anne bonny #mary read #Anne x Mary #chaos lesbians #wlw fic #ofmd fanworks #ofmd season 2 #save ofmd #adopt our crew

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suga-kookiemonster · 2 years

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...actually, now i'm really tickled by that idea and am thinking about writing it

#the ego crew in vegas? sounds like delicious CHAOS 🤣#mine #fic: ego

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duckduckngoose · 1 year

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Dang I'm rll brainrotting this au huh

#the duck quacks #idk if i posted ab it before #but bassicly; mechs au were all the albums survivors band toghether #(aka Lyffrasir Briar Rose and Arthur (Cinders and Deadelus might be added too but im unsure)#(mostly considering in the timeline of this fic. TBI and HNOC happened at the same time. while OUATIS happened 20-100 years ago)#time between UOATIS and the rest mostly depends on what route im taking #since im considering making everyone immortal (Lyf with bifrost BS. Briar doesnt age and is v resistant due to being build as the main #main war machine. Arthur *might* get mechanized eventually)#(i also have DTTM style final deaths for all of them except Briar (not sure if i want her death to mirror he time she spend as sleeping #beauty. or if its like roses death. or if it fits with the additional backstory shes gettinf with the time skip between UOATIS and the #other albums #Lyf has the most concrete death: they find a planet being threathened with a similait event to TBI and they manage to evacuate everyone.#but is the last one left behind and is consumed by the chaos #Arthur flings himself into the sun. the details aren't clear yet but i want that point)#anyways the fic is actually all of them slowly becoming a crew and traveling toghether (fhe deaths were just a drabble thing for today)#ive already written some of the fic and the current plot is #Lyf flees the bifrost while Arthur is send out of the lifepod > Lyf eventualyl (after a month or so) finds Arthur and brings him in >#they travel around toghether for a bit until they find Briar* (ill explain more ab her later) > she joins the crew aswell > bonding bonding #>the crew finds the mechanisms (either because they saw a concert for them on accidrnt. bc arthur is very wounded and they could save him #or a combo) > im not sure yet i didnt plan that far #*also for briar rose: her idea for leavijg is either that she actually stayed witb Cinders for a while. but she doesnt reallt age and #cinders succumbs to old age. so she doesnt really have a reason to stay anymore #or cinders and Briar break apart due to confusing feelings regarding shes sthe clons of the wife that died in cinders arms #OR Cinders and briar are still toghether. but after king coles war they dont really have anything to stay for anymorw consedring almost #everyone they cared ab is dead #(this will also make the timeskip between arcs change depending on which route i take)#so yeah #there is a fic for this in the works but im unsure abott posting jt (ifs more a for fun project than a quality project)#i might eventually make a tag for this and post more i dunno #i have lots of additional plotbits i didnt get into (me giving the entire crew alien traits. the crews relations to the Mechs etc etc)

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leverage-ot3 · 2 years

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okay so writing this I’m not sure if our fandoms overlap but I now have a MIGHTY NEED for the leverage crew to take down gretchen’s experiment and save the teens in the wilds

so the crew finds out through X means that there is a social/psychological experiment running that stranded teenagers alone on deserted islands with no supplies or support and they’re fucking HORRIFIED

they want to have gretchen and her crew ruined and jailed IMMEDIATELY but getting these kids off the island took precedence

in the shortest time crunch the team ever made (not counting the bottle job), the leverage crew landed on the bunker island where the two groups of teens were now together

the teens are like super skeptical about a random group of people landing on the island claiming to be saving them (they don’t want to have a repeat situation) but they are very open and honest to them and honestly who could come up with ‘yeah so we’re a group of thieves that picks up where the law leaves off and support victims of unfair power structures and the rich and powerful’

i just wanna see the leverage crew save these kids, fucking destroy gretchen, and send seth to jail idk

maybe strand gretchen’s team on a deserted island for good measure, per the teens’ requests

hardison to the teens after giving them all food and sitting them all down to hear the full story: so you’re telling me that they literally dropped you onto an island with a wild jaguar

kirin: yea

scotty: it literally almost ripped bo’s leg off

hardison: and they literally let your arm get bitten off by a shark

rachel: I mean technically they didn’t make it happen but I mean yeah they did

fatin: they made us think nora was eaten by sharks

leah, just happy everyone is finally on the same page as her: it was literally psychological warfare

eliot, cracking his knuckles: I actually haven’t punched someone’s teeth out in a while-

#i have tentative ideas for a fic but we all know how if my hyperfixation goes away so does the writing LMAO IM SO SORRY #the heartbreaking feel when you go back to a tumblr tab when you paused writing a post and it refreshed and you lost it #so you have to write it again #would the leverage crew be ethically okay with stranding gretchen and her crew on a remote island to fend for themselves?#i honestly don’t know #BUT if the teens really wanted it to happen would the leverage adults really have it in them to say no???#they see these kids and see breanna and they couldn’t IMAGINE something like that happening to their lil smol bean chaos goblin #so I feel like they wouldn’t be TOO adverse to it ya feel #plus they aren’t the ‘good guys’ and the show has made that point many times. they’re just the good bad guys #in this vein I would also like to see at least one or two of the kids become thieves in training like I can’t decide who but I’d like to see #it happen #i feel like toni would have fun being a hitter #WAIT #what if the gang finds out through hardison’s foster family network #like maybe ian is the son of one of the foster siblings and when the DOD (or whatever organization they went to) couldn’t find the teens or #do anything to stop gretchen they got involved #oh yeah and also eliot has canonically always been very protective over kids (like they all are but like) and adopts them on sight so you #KNOW he’s about to do some SERIOUS damage #ALSO. THE TEENS GET TO TAKE PART IN THE GLOAT. NOT EVEN AS A TREAT. JUST BECAUSE THEY SHOULD #oh yeah and also. breanna heard about what henry did with the whole black parade thing and high fives him #meme kings and queens see each other okay #breanna decides that if she’s ever interrogated she’s gonna try that because she thinks it would be hilarious #parker: sorry but I think no stabbing wednesdays will have to be postponed until further notice #leverage #leverage redemption #the wilds #crossovers #leverage x the wilds #mine #if you’re a fan of the wilds let’s chat!!! i love talking with y’all about shared fandoms and crossovers

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ohlawsons · 2 years

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08.13 fairy realm | vala/octavia/regongar set during the house at the edge of time

The First Realm is hardly Vala’s favorite place. There’s times when the very essence of her magic feels like it could leap from beneath her skin, and times when she isn’t sure she can muster the effort it takes to summon her druidic powers.

Here, though, in Nyrissa’s twisted house outside of time, all alone, with only the twisted tricks and magics of the fae to keep her company, Vala really rather thinks that the First Realm is designed to be her own personal hell. And really, knowing Nyrissa, this damned house just might be.

She watches Linzi fall, and once she’s shed as much blood as she’s able she picks up the journal and grips it, white-knuckled, as if she could tear some answers out of it by force. She watches Jaethal cut down Tristian in front of her, and as much as she’s glad to have her back and as much as she waves off his death by insisting she really should have done the same, back in the tombs beneath Varnhold, she almost can’t tear her eyes from his too-still body.

Slowly, the rest of their party joins them once more — with the exception of Octavia and Regongar, and with every step further into the nightmarish manor, Vala feels her pulse quicken and rage slip white-hot into her blood.

She loves them fiercely, as she knows they love her, and she thinks some of their group is just now realizing just how deeply and entirely she cares for the pair.

They talk. Everyone does. Vala knows this, knows that there’s gossip throughout the capital and amongst her friends that there’s something shallow about the love the three of them have for each other — that Vala only cares for having a pair of attractive arm-pieces, and desires a powerful, beautiful entourage more than she does lovers to dote upon; that Octavia wants multiple partners only to test and push them, to dip her toes across the boundaries of what’s good and proper; that Regongar’s only interest is in what happens between them in the bedroom, rather than any interest in a real, stable relationship.

And perhaps there’s truth in all that, Vala thinks, feeling rather bare without them at her side. But there’s truth, too, in the moments they’d stolen for themselves, meant only for the three of them and not for all the others who seem to have such a self-important view of their queen’s private affairs.

There’s truth in the quiet mornings she’d spent with Regongar, holding him and slowly quieting his doubts, assuring him that he’s loved, so entirely and so deeply and so passionately, and that no matter which of his flaws he’s fixated on she won’t ever let him, even for a moment, think they’re the cause of any regrets or reservations she has towards him. There’s truth in the loud, lighthearted evenings shared with Octavia, talking and laughing and kissing and baring themselves in ways unfamiliar to them both, as they learn each others’ boundaries and earn each others’ trust, each too lost in the other for the moment to be anything but whole and real. There’s truth, too, in the warm afternoons spent with all three of them lounging together, talking about whatever futures they could have — will have, one day — and Vala decides that as soon as she finds them and they’re all back together, she’s going to marry them both in the most delightfully lavish ceremony the Shrike Hills have ever seen.

It’s enough to keep her going, trudging slow but sure footed through the house of mist and magic and mischief, the trek long enough that Vala knows exactly how she’s going to kill Nyrissa when she finds her.

But first, she has to find Octavia and Regongar. And then she’s going to tear this entire house down, brick by fucking brick.

#pathfinder kingmaker #pfkm #vala tag #octavia #regongar #ot3: chaos crew #(i'm NOT gonna call them ot3: everyone needs therapy)#brooke writes things #fic: vala #violent delights fic

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tracybirds · 2 years

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Prompt Generator Fic #11 (Repost)

EOS + The Hood + Humour + Alarm

He glared across the room at Fuse and Havoc, daring them to interrupt him again with their incessant beeping as they tripped over each other’s apologies.

“Honest, I turned it off,” said Havoc waving her wrist in his direction.

“I don’t think anyone ever showed me how to turn it on, you know?”

“Silence,” he hissed. “This is the twelfth time, I am not some, some microwave to be interrupted and told when to start and stop. Once more and I will smash them and the replacements will come out of your wages.”

“But, boss, you don’t pay us,” said Fuse, looking over at his sister in confusion. “Are you getting paid Havoc?”

“I will make you pay, the way I plan to make International Rescue pay.”

Havoc nudged him with a sharp elbow and a glare that told Fuse to shut it now.

“Chaos first, pay second. You got food, din’tcha?”

“Excellent perspective as always,” said the Hood silkily, as he pulled up the blueprints with a flourish. “This is your new objective, the TRx-154 engine. Find it, steal it, bring it back to me.”

“And create some chaos?” asked Fuse, hope shining in his eyes.

The Hood’s upper lip curled as he examined the blueprints more closely. His companions would never appreciate the subtlety that went into his work, nor the –

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

“Turn that incessant sound off,” he shouted, whirling around to face them.

Nobody moved.

The merry beeping continued.

“Uh, boss?” Havoc said as she jabbed a finger at him. “I think it’s yours now.”

The Hood ripped the comm from his wrist, throwing it down in disgust and slammed his foot over it, grinding the intricate wiring into the ground and grinning savagely with every crunching motion.

“Out of your pay,” he snarled, turning about face and stalking out of the room.

“Come on,” muttered Havoc. “Let’s get that engine and forget about him.”

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“What are you twinkling for?” asked John, catching sight of EOS’s rapidly oscillating light circle from the corner of his eye. “See something funny?”

“Oh, nothing,” said EOS, the giggle catching in her voice. “I have discovered to set remote alarms across external networks by jumping across the wireless datastream.”

“I’ve told you to be careful with that before,” scolded John. “Any sudden loss of power and I won’t be able to debug you properly.”

EOS sighed to herself, reluctantly drawing back from the new network she had been exploring.

“If you would let me experiment, I’m sure we could find some useful data.”

“That’s not our job, you know that. Our job is saving lives.”

“Maybe it could be a hobby? Your brothers say it’s good to have a hobby.”

“We’ll talk about it later,” said John absently. “The Chaos Crew just resurfaced in Poland, I want you to narrow down their objectives and forward all data to the GDF. We have a situation.”

#the hood #chaos crew #eos #thunderbirds are go #sometimes i fic #okay ngl... this is one of my fave of these :D

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orchidniins · 2 months

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oh i NEED pt 2 of Serendipitous Beginnings🙏

Serendipitous Beginnings Pt. 2 | Arthur Frederick

Summary: Y/N and Arthur finally spend some much time together and go on their first date. Between movie nights and cute museum dates, it's clear they've fallen hard for each other. Pairings: ArthurTV x afab!Reader Warnings: Mature content, Smut, Fluff Word Count: 6k

A/N: Thanks to everyone who showed love on my first post! I wanted to write a part 2 for this with all the cute little ideas in my head. This fic is basically a little collection of events and just a little sprinkle of smut right at the end. I hope you enjoy!

Part 1

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You awaken on Saturday, later than your usual wake-up time, feeling a faint headache throbbing behind your temples. Despite the headache, your mind is abuzz with the memories of last night's conversations with Arthur. The lingering memories of the night's events are still fresh in your mind.

As you reach for your phone, a smile tugs at the corner of your lips, eager to see if Arthur had messaged you. Sure enough, his name lights up your screen, and you can't help but feel a rush of happiness as you read his message. The two of you had stayed up pretty much all night texting, the conversation flowing effortlessly between you.

Eventually, it was mutually decided to stop texting and finally catch some sleep, but now, even with maybe only two hours of sleep, you're still buzzing with excitement to keep the conversation going. You couldn't help but grin at your phone, fingers tapping out quick replies

Arthur: Hey! Morning! 😊 Arthur: Did you manage to get any sleep in? Y/N: Hey! Good Morning 😊 Y/N: Yeah, I did. Just barely. Did you sleep well? Arthur: Yeah, I managed to get a few hours in too. Couldn't stop thinking about our conversation though. Y/N: Haha, same here! I guess we'll just have to continue it in person, huh? 😉 Arthur: Did you wanna maybe grab some lunch today? Y/N: That sounds great! I'd love to. Where were you thinking? Arthur: How about that place we talked about yesterday? Y/N: Perfect! Can't wait 😊

Eagerly agreeing to meet Arthur for lunch, excitement courses through you at the thought of spending more time with him. However, as you're about to set your phone down, a sinking feeling settles in the pit of your stomach. You had completely forgotten about your plans with Sienna to meet up with a mutual friend who was in town for the weekend.

Y/N: Hey, Arthur! I'm so sorry, but something's come up for today. Can we reschedule for tomorrow? Arthur: Oh, no worries! Tomorrow won't work for me, I've got a shoot scheduled. Y/N: Ah, got it. No problem. Maybe another time then? Arthur: Definitely! Let's figure something out soon. 😊

After a bit more back-and-forth, the conversation trails off, leaving you feeling disappointed that your plans with Arthur didn't pan out. With a sigh, you set your phone aside and get out of bed, heading towards Sienna's bedroom to check in on her.

Entering her room, you find her sprawled out on the bed, half of her body hanging off the edge, her hair messy and makeup smeared. You try to wake her up gently, but she protests, murmuring, "No, not yet, five more minutes."

"Siii," you say, nudging her shoulder, "you know I turned down a date for this lunch today, so you better get up, or I'm gonna have to use violence." Sienna groans in response, still half-asleep, but your mention of a date piques her interest. "A date? What do you mean, a date?" she asks, her eyes fluttering open as she tries to grasp the situation.

You chuckle at her confusion. "I was just kidding, but we better make it to that café on time. You're the one who insisted we go there, even if it's a 50-minute drive from here. Now, get up." Sienna, still groggy, fixates on the idea of a date. "Okay, but what date?" she mumbles, her words slurred with sleep.

With a laugh, you shake your head and say, "Nothing, just get ready," before leaving her room to get ready yourself.

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Over the next few days, despite the promise to meet up, neither you nor Arthur seemed to find the time. It had been over a week since the initial plan was made, and your schedules were keeping you both occupied. Arthur had spent a few days away from London for a shoot, while your own commitments to classes, coursework, and your TA job filled your days from dawn till dusk.

The conversation between you over text seemed to flow effortlessly though. Whether it was during breaks between classes or late at night after a long day of work, hours slipped by unnoticed as you traded stories, shared interests, and laughed at each other's jokes. Even through the screen, you felt like there was undeniable chemistry.

In person, however, it was a different story. Whenever you crossed paths with Arthur in person, whether for the few minutes you had while entering or leaving your apartment, the atmosphere became charged with a hint of awkwardness. Your face-to-face interactions were tinged with an unspoken tension. Probably owing to the fact that neither of you had addressed the hot and steamy kiss shared the other night, leaving many unanswered questions. And neither of you knew how to broach the subject, leaving the issue lingering between you like an elephant in the room.

Today, you're rushing out of your apartment, a whirlwind of activity as you stuff papers into your backpack, your mind preoccupied with the evening class you volunteered to handle for a professor.

You stand outside the elevator, tapping your foot impatiently, waiting for the doors to open. As they slide open, you're about to step in when you're met with Arthur's smiling face.

"Hey," Arthur greets you warmly, his eyes brightening at the sight of you.

"Hey," you reply, mustering a smile as you step into the elevator beside him.

"How're things going?" Arthur asks, his voice laced with genuine interest.

"All good," you respond, offering a brief nod. "Just heading to TA for an evening class."

Arthur nods in understanding. "You've been pretty occupied lately, huh?"

You chuckle softly. "Yeah, well you know… Where are you off to?"

"I'm meeting some friends for a drink.", Arthur responds.

"That sounds fun," you say, though inwardly you can't help but feel a twinge of disappointment that your paths are diverging once again.

The elevator ride continues in silence, the awkward tension lingering between you like a thick fog. You bite your tongue, racking your brain for something to say to break the uneasy atmosphere. Finally, just as the elevator doors slide open, you blurt out, "Are you free tomorrow night?"

Arthur's eyebrows raise in surprise. "Um, I think so," he replies, sounding intrigued.

"I was thinking of having a movie marathon," you explain, feeling a surge of nervous energy. "And I was hoping to have someone along for it."

A hint of a smile plays at the corners of Arthur's lips. "That sounds like a plan," he says, his eyes brightening with interest. "What were you thinking of watching?"

You grin, feeling a sense of relief wash over you. "How about 'The Lord of the Rings'?" you suggest eagerly.

Arthur's eyes light up at the suggestion. "Yes! I love Lord of the Rings. Have you watched the extended versions? If not, we could watch those," he says, genuine excitement in his voice.

Just as excited, you reply, "Yeah! I’d love that."

"Great, sounds like a plan," Arthur confirms with enthusiasm.

Feeling a weight lift off your shoulders, you say, "My place tomorrow? I’ll text you the time."

"Definitely. I'll see you then," Arthur replies.

With that, you bid Arthur goodbye as you step out of the elevator, feeling a sense of excitement building in your chest. Maybe this movie marathon would finally give you the chance to address the elephant in the room and see where things could go with Arthur. But your thoughts are interrupted by the fact that you didn't want to be late to set up for class. You wave him goodbye and head out.

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Before you know it, the day of your movie night arrives. You make sure to stock up on snacks and drinks, preparing for a cozy evening. With Sienna out of the city for work till next week, you have the place all to yourself. You take the time to set up the couch with extra pillows and grab an additional blanket from Sienna's room, ensuring everything is just right for your evening with Arthur.

However, for a fleeting moment, you can't help but overthink why you're going to such lengths. It's not like this was a date, just two friends hanging out. But you quickly brush off the thought when you hear a knock on your door. Taking a deep breath to shake off the nerves, you stride over to the door and swing it open, revealing Arthur standing on the other side.

"Hey!" he greets you with a warm smile, holding up a bag of snacks. "I brought some snacks for movie night. Hope you like popcorn and chocolate!"

You return his smile, feeling relieved at the sight of him. "That's perfect! Come on in," you say, stepping aside to let him enter. "I've set up the living room for our movie marathon. Make yourself at home."

As Arthur steps in, you close the door behind him, trying your best to calm your nerves. Tonight was supposed to be fun, you remind yourself, a simple movie watching experience between friends. Definitely not a date, just two friends hanging out.

You settle onto the couch, gesturing for Arthur to join you. He takes off his jacket and joins you. There's a brief moment of silence as you both get comfortable, but you're determined to keep the atmosphere light.

"So, how's your week been?" you asked, turning to Arthur in an attempt to break the awkward silence.

Arthur leaned back against the cushions, a thoughtful expression crossing his features. "Kind of busy," he replied with a chuckle. "Filming schedules have been hectic lately, but it's been pretty fun filming with my mates. How about you?"

You shrugged, a wry smile playing on your lips. "Same old, same old. Classes, TA gig, grading papers, dealing with undergrads….," You trail off, not wanting to bore him with the details of your day-to-day responsibilities.

But Arthur seems genuinely interested. "I bet you're great at it though," he says, leaning closer, his eyes sparkling with sincerity.

You feel a warmth spread through you at his words, grateful for his encouragement. "Haha, thanks, Arthur," you reply, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips, your eyes locked with his.

As the movie progressed, you found yourselves immersed in discussing your favorite scenes and characters. The initial awkwardness began to dissipate, replaced by an easy flow of conversation and laughter, and soon the movie became nothing more than background noise.

Before long, you realized that as the conversation flowed, you were sitting much closer to Arthur. Your knees brushed against each other as you faced one another on the couch. His arm draped over the back, his fingers lightly grazing your shoulder, sending delightful shivers down your spine.

Lost in the moment, you couldn't help but wonder why you had ever felt awkward around him in the first place. It felt as though the universe had conspired to bring you together. The desire to kiss him again bubbled up inside you, igniting a warmth that spread through your entire being.

With each passing second, it became increasingly difficult to ignore the palpable tension between you, leaving you hopeful that perhaps Arthur felt the same way.

In the silence that followed, the air between you seemed charged with anticipation. Slowly, almost hesitantly, the two of you leaned in towards each other, the space between you narrowing with each heartbeat.

His gaze met yours, "This feels familiar," Arthur murmured, breaking the silence. You couldn't help but laugh, relieved that at least one of you had acknowledged it.

"Does it now?" you replied, a playful grin tugging at the corners of your lips. "So, you do remember."

"How could I forget?" Arthur's voice was barely above a whisper, his words sending a shiver down your spine. "It's been on my mind ever since."

As he leaned in closer, a surge of excitement coursed through you. "Well, good then," you replied, your heart pounding in your chest. Without hesitation, his lips meet yours.

You shifted closer, your hands finding their way to his shoulders, his arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you into him. With a gentle but firm grip, he pulled you onto his lap, your bodies fitting together perfectly as if they were meant to be intertwined. The warmth of his touch sent a jolt of electricity through your body.

You melt into each other in a passionate kiss, the world around you seems to fade away, leaving only the two of you in your own private universe. His lips were soft, moving with a rhythm that matched yours. With each brush of his lips, it sends the blood rushing down to your core.

Lost in the heat of the kiss, you pressed yourself closer to him. Tangling your hands in his soft hair, savoring the feeling of his arms around you, the warmth of his body against yours.

When you finally pulled away, breathless, you found yourself lost in his gaze, unable to tear your eyes away from his. And you couldn’t remember the last time someone looked at you with such intensity.

As you both caught your breath, a wave of relief washed over you, the tension that had been building between you finally dissipating. With a gentle smile, he breaks the silence, his voice soft but determined. "Let me take you on a proper date," he says, his eyes never leaving yours.

"Okay," you chuckle softly, feeling excited at his words, a fluttering in your stomach as you look back at him. "I’m free this Friday," you reply, your voice filled with warmth. With a playful smile, you lean in and give him a little peck on the lips.

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You were thrilled when Arthur suggested meeting at the history museum after class, eagerly looking forward to spending time together. You even took the extra effort to dress up a bit for the occasion. However, as you hurriedly made your way there, excitement turned to frustration as you realized you were running late. The class you were assisting in had unexpectedly extended, leaving you racing against time as the museum's closing hour approached. You quickly texted Arthur, apologizing for the delay and assured him that you were on your way, determined to make it there as soon as possible.

Y/N: Hey, sorry I'm running a bit late 😅 Y/N: Class ran over, but I'll be there soon! Arthur: No worries at all. I'm just glad you can make it Arthur: Take your time 😊

With determination, you quicken your pace, determined not to let the opportunity slip away. As you finally arrive at the museum, you spot Arthur waiting patiently outside the entrance. He looks great, dressed in a nice crewneck sweatshirt and black cargos, it makes your heart skip a beat at just how good he looked.

You hurry over to him, eager to make up for lost time. "Hey!" you exclaim, a wide smile spreading across your face as you reach him.

"Hey," Arthur greets you warmly, his eyes lighting up with genuine delight at the sight of you. He opens his arms, inviting you into a warm embrace.

You gladly accept the hug, reveling in his warmth and the comforting scent of his cologne. "Sorry I'm late," you say softly, pulling away slightly to meet his gaze.

Arthur shakes his head, a reassuring smile playing on his lips. "No need to apologize. I'm just happy you're here now," he assures you, his voice filled with warmth.

You feel a surge of relief at his response. "Thanks for waiting," you say gratefully, reaching out to give his hand a reassuring squeeze.

Arthur squeezes your hand back, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through you. "Of course, it's no problem. We can always do something else if the museum's closed," he suggests, ever the considerate gentleman, despite the museum being almost 15 mins past closing.

But you shake your head, determined not to let the evening go to waste. "No, no, just trust me on this," you insist.

Arthur raises an eyebrow, intrigued by your enthusiasm. "Alright… I trust you," he says with a smile, willing to go along with your plan.

With a grin, you take Arthur's hand and lead him towards the side entrance of the museum. As you walk, you quickly glance at your phone to confirm the last-minute plans one final time, the ones you made on the subway over, sending a quick text message. Then, slipping your phone back into your pocket, you look up to flash Arthur a smile, and he returns it with warmth in his eyes.

You head to the side entrance and spot your friend. Waving enthusiastically, you exchange greetings and shake hands, expressing your gratitude once again. "Thank you again, I owe you big time," you say appreciatively.

"Not a problem at all," your friend responds warmly as he lets the two of you in "Anything for a friend. Just make sure to leave before 8 p.m."

You nod in agreement and turn to Arthur, excitement bubbling within you as you lead him inside. His curious gaze prompts you to explain the situation. "That guy was an old graduate advisor of mine," you begin, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "He's works here as a curator now."

Arthur's eyes widen with interest as he looks around, taking in the museum's atmosphere. "I have to say… that’s quite impressive," he remarks, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

"Yeah, his job's pretty cool," you reply, nodding in agreement.

But Arthur interrupts you before you can say anything further. "No, not that… you. You are quite surprising… in a good way," he adds with a playful smirk, his hand still holding yours. You feel a blush creeping up to your cheeks at his compliment.

You chuckle softly, feeling shy at his words, "Just give me more time to impress you further with my wildly interesting mind," you playfully quip, unable to contain the grin that spreads across your face.

Arthur's smile widens in response, his eyes sparkling with amusement as he admires your playful banter.

Turning away to hide your embarrassment, you reply, "Anyways, we have two hours now… best not waste any time," as you pull him towards the main hall.

The museum is bathed in the soft glow of a few lights, casting a gentle ambiance over the now empty hall. Excitement courses through you as you eagerly lead Arthur around, pointing out each exhibit with enthusiasm. Arthur listens intently, his eyes filled with genuine interest as he witnesses how passionate you sound.

With each second passing, he finds himself increasingly impressed by just how intelligent you are, finding himself melting at each of your words.

He often found himself just looking at you, mesmerized by your beauty, and sometimes forgetting to even glance at the displays. It still felt surreal to him that you were here with him right now.

"You know," you share, a hint of nostalgia coloring your voice, "when I was a kid, my dad used to bring me here whenever he had work in the city. He’d always bring me along with him."

"It's always been one of my favorite places in London," you conclude with a smile.

Arthur smiles warmly, his admiration evident as he responds, "I can see why."

As the two of you continue to explore the halls, the world outside the museum fades away, leaving you in your own private sanctuary. Stolen glances, brushes of hands, and a shared electricity fill the air, making this the most enjoyable date you've ever had.

As the evening progresses, you find yourselves completely immersed in each other's company, sharing stories and laughing without a care in the world. Arthur's admiration for you grows with each passing moment, his heart feeling lighter in your presence. Lost in the magic of the moment, you both find yourselves laughing and running around the museum halls, creating memories that will last a lifetime. Arthur captures candid photos of you, the echoes of your laughter filling the empty corridors.

Caught up in the magic of the moment, Arthur can't help but stare at you with admiration, his eyes drinking in your beauty. You stand before a display of jade artifacts, leaning closer to examine the intricate details, while sharing a story about a similar find or an excavation you volunteered on last year. "This is fascinating, isn’t it?" you remark, turning to Arthur with a sparkle in your eyes.

As you await his response, you're met with a lingering gaze, his eyes intense and unwavering. Feeling a warmth spread across your cheeks, you can't help but inquire with a small chuckle, "What?"

"You know," he begins, his voice soft with sincerity, "you're absolutely stunning."

You chuckle at his compliment, feeling a warm blush spread across your cheeks. "Oh, stop it," you tease, playfully nudging him. "You're not so bad yourself."

His gaze remains fixed on you, his expression filled with genuine affection. "I mean it," he insists, his voice barely above a whisper. "You're truly amazing."

You meet his gaze, feeling a flutter of excitement in your chest. "Well, I guess I can't argue with that," you joke, a playful grin tugging at the corners of your lips. "But I must say, you're not so bad at dishing out compliments either." You pause, your tone softening. "Thanks, Arthur."

Arthur smiles warmly, his eyes reflecting the sincerity of his words. "Anytime," he replies, his hand squeezing yours gently. "I just call it like I see it."

With a contented sigh, you fully face him now, reveling in the comfortable silence that envelops you both. The quiet of the museum amplifies the intimacy of the moment, and you find yourself drawn to Arthur, his presence filling you with warmth and affection.

Arthur leans in closer, his heart pounding in his chest as he presses a soft kiss to your lips. As he pulls away slightly, his breath tickling your skin.

You smile back at him, your cheeks flushed as your hand finds the back of his head, gently pulling him closer. As your lips meet his, you eagerly return the kiss, losing yourself in the sensation of his lips against yours. In that moment, nothing else matters, not caring about the passing time or potential interruptions.

As you reluctantly pull away, a soft smile plays on your lips. "It's getting late," you murmur, glancing at your watch. "A lot later than we were supposed to stay."

Arthur rests his forehead against yours, smiling down at you. "Okay, let's head back," he suggests, his voice tinged with a hint of disappointment.

"But hey, how about we grab dinner on the way back?" you suggest, a playful glint lighting up Arthur's eyes as he nods eagerly.

With a smile, you reach for his hand, intertwining your fingers as you make your way out of the museum. As you walk, you take a moment to text your friend, expressing your gratitude for letting the two of you sneak in and apologizing for overstaying your welcome.

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After leaving the museum, the two of you walked a few blocks to a cozy restaurant nearby, to grab some food before you sadly had to end your date. The warm glow of the restaurant's interior welcomed you as you stepped inside, finding a quiet corner to enjoy your meal together.

As you savored each bite and shared lighthearted conversation, it became evident that neither of you were quite ready to end the evening just yet. With a reluctant sigh, you eventually found yourselves back in the lobby of your apartment building, waiting for the elevator to arrive.

The anticipation hung heavy in the air as you stood side by side, nerves buzzing beneath the surface. Unable to resist the urge any longer, you finally turned to Arthur, your voice tinged with nervousness. "Do you want to come back to mine?" you asked, your heart pounding in your chest.

Arthur's gaze met yours, his eyes reflecting a hint of apprehension. Slowly, he nodded his head, his own nerves evident.

He had been to your place before, but tonight felt different, the stakes somehow higher, or perhaps that was just the horny part of his brain taking over. He wanted nothing more than to be glued by your side, yet he also wanted to be respectful of your boundaries, especially after the wonderful time you had today.

A nervous chuckle escaped him as he tried to ease the tension. "I'd love to," he replied with a slight voice crack. You couldn't help but laugh, your laughter bubbling up uncontrollably, joined by his as you both shared in the moment, breaking the tension that had settled between you.

As soon as you and Arthur step into your apartment, the door closes behind you with a soft click, enveloping you both in the intimate glow of the dimly lit space. The air feels somewhat thicker, and though you had spent quite a cute and romantic evening, all you could think about was just how much you wanted him right now.

As if on autopilot, your body moves on its own accord. You close the distance between you in an instant, pressing your lips against his. Your hands instinctively find their way to his firm chest, while his slowly rise to grasp your waist, pulling you closer as you usher him further into the apartment. The kiss is hungry and urgent, reflecting the desire between you two.

You continue to kiss each other, your lips locked in a fervent kiss. Occasionally, you break apart just long enough to catch your breath. As the heat between you grows, your hands roam eagerly.

In the midst of your passionate exchange, you manage to breathe out a whispered "Bedroom," your warm breath grazing his skin, sending shivers down his spine. Without hesitation, you both stumble together towards the bedroom, both of you equally as eager.

Once you're in your bedroom, you guide him to sit on the edge of the bed, your movements fluid and confident. You position yourself between his legs, feeling the heat radiating from his body as his hands find their place on your hips, pulling you closer.

You lean in, capturing his lips again, igniting a fiery passion between you. His hands trail up the back of your shirt, leaving tingles in their wake as you deepen the kiss, your fingers tangling in his soft, fluffy hair.

With newfound boldness, his hands move down to your ass, giving it a teasing squeeze that sends a jolt of electricity through you, before he trails his hands down to the back of your thighs.

Arthur pulls you onto his lap, a low hum escaping his lips as you shuffle over his growing arousal. You bite down on his bottom lip, a gasp escaping you as you feel the hardness beneath his clothes. "God, Arthur," you breathe out, your voice heavy with desire as his hands continue to knead the soft flesh of your thighs.

As your shirts come off in the heat of the moment, your hands eagerly explore his body, tracing every contour and eliciting soft groans from him. His mouth and tongue muffle your shuddering gasp as you grind yourself against his clothed crotch, the friction sending waves of pleasure coursing through both of you. Your kisses grow more passionate, tongues intertwining, exploring each other's mouths desperately.

You pant out his name, your body overtaken by the intense sensation, but Arthur suddenly pulls away from the kiss and grips your hips firmly, halting your movements. Confusion clouds your expression, wondering if this wasn't what he wanted after all.

He notices the flicker of self-doubt in your eyes, his hand instinctively reaching up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear, his smile as reassuring as ever. "Don't worry, darling," he begins, his voice gentle yet earnest. "I love what we're doing, don’t get me wrong…big fan of sex, and you are incredibly sexy. But I just want to make sure you know that I like you very much, Y/n. I mean, really like you. This is more than just something physical for me. I love spending time with you, and I think you are one of the most beautiful women I have ever had the opportunity to lay my eyes on."

You melt at his heartfelt words, a blush creeping up on your cheeks at his sincerity. Arthur's genuine expression reassures you, his intent clear as day. It's endearing how he takes the time to ensure there's no doubt in your mind about his feelings.

You reach for his face, holding it gently between your hands as you stare deeply into his captivating eyes. "I really like you too, you know," you admit, sincerity echoing in your voice. "I don't just jump into bed with any odd guy." A smile dances on your lips as you share a brief moment of understanding, sealing it with a small kiss on the tip of his nose.

As you pull back, his fingers linger on your waist for a few seconds, sending goosebumps rippling across your skin in a sweet, tingling sensation.

As you resume kissing, your hands begin to trail down to the button of his trousers, starting to undo them. But once again, Arthur stops you, gently pulling away from your embrace. "Wait," he murmurs, his voice low and husky, "Lay down on your back for me."

You comply, as Arthur gently moves you off of him, the anticipation building as you settle onto the bed, watching intently as Arthur moves closer. With ease, he helps you slide off your jeans and panties, his touch sending tingles down your spine, each moment feeling more intimate than the last.

Once you're fully exposed before him, Arthur takes a moment to admire the sight before him, his gaze filled with desire and admiration. He begins to remove his own clothes, his movements deliberate yet filled with an undeniable hunger.

The atmosphere in the room shifted from one of urgency and desperation to something lighter and sweeter. He leaned over you, his touch gentle and reassuring as he positioned himself between your legs. With one hand resting softly on your hip and the other providing support beside you, he lowered his head to spread kisses along your body. Each touch of his lips spreads a heat throughout your body, making you even wetter than you already were.

As his lips found their way to your breast, a soft sigh escaped your lips. Arthur's mouth moved with a practiced rhythm, his movements calculated to elicit the sweetest of moans from you. With each kiss and gentle suckle, he drew out your pleasure, his touch igniting a fire within you that burned hotter with each passing moment.

His lips trailed from your breast to your neck, peppering delicate kisses along the sensitive skin. Finding a spot that made you gasp and arch your back, he lingered there, his ministrations drawing out a deep, primal moan from deep within you. He had surely left a mark, something that you would have to worry about covering up tomorrow.

Arthur shifts slightly, supporting himself as he rises, granting you an enticing view of his hard cock. With a few quick pumps of his hand, he looks at you, both your eyes glazed with undeniable lust. Without a word, he poses the question, "Condom?"

Your body slightly moves to the side and your hand reaches instinctively to the nightstand drawer, quickly retrieving a foil packet. You tear it open, pulling out the condom. As you carefully slide it down his throbbing length, a soft groan escapes him, his body responding eagerly to your gentle touch.

The anticipation hangs heavy in the air as the two of you lock eyes, dark with desire. You search his eyes for any hint of hesitation or doubt, but all you find is pure admiration reflected back at you. And in that moment, there was no need for words, you knew how much you craved each other.

He gently rubs the tip of his cock against you. Your eyes shut tight, a soft moan escaping your lips as you feel the sensation of his cock exploring your wet folds.

Arthur's voice breaks through the haze of desire as he asks, "Ready?" You nod eagerly in response, your body craving the intimate connection that only he can provide. With a gentle thrust, he enters you, eliciting a gasp of pleasure from your lips. Your hands instinctively grip his shoulders for support, while his hands firmly grasp your hips, guiding each rhythmic movement with care.

You pant out his name between breathy moans, the sound reverberating in the air as he continues to thrust into you. "Arthur," you gasp.

He pauses, his movements slowing, and he looks down at you with genuine concern. "Is this okay?" he asks softly, his eyes searching yours for any hint of discomfort. In that moment, the connection between you felt deeper than mere physicality and it all started to feel more intimate and meaningful.

He waits for your response, his breath mingling with yours as he gazes into your eyes. When you nod in affirmation, a wave of relief washes over his face. With a tender smile, he resumes his movements, each stroke of his cock against you more passionate and deliberate than the last.

Arthur murmurs, "Y/N, you feel absolutely amazing, darling," as he grunts with each slow thrust, a subtle force behind each movement now, hitting your sweet spot deliciously.

You grip his shoulders tighter, your voice a low moan. "Fuck, Arthur."

Your moans and grunts intertwine, echoing throughout the empty apartment as the two of you become lost in each other.

Arthur rests his forehead against yours, his movements still steady as he continues to pleasure you. A soft smile graces his lips as he whispers, "You're so beautiful, Y/N," planting a gentle kiss on your forehead.

Your mind swims in a sea of pleasure, every sensation heightened as you surrender to the moment.

Arthur maintains his pace, gradually speeding up as the intensity between you heightens. Each movement feels like a perfect fit, as if your bodies were made to intertwine in this exact moment. As you feel your orgasm approaching, you can't help but release a string of uncontrollable moans, "Shit, Arthur, I'm close."

Arthur slows his pace slightly, his thrusts becoming deeper and more intense with each movement. You can feel him filling you completely, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. "Me too," he responds breathlessly, his arousal evident in his voice, matching the urgency in yours.

Moments later, Arthur reaches his peak, his release triggering your own. You cry out into the crook of his neck as waves of ecstasy wash over you, your bodies trembling in the aftermath of shared pleasure.

Both of you are left as absolute panting messes, your bodies still intertwined. His lips move across your face, peppering tender kisses everywhere, trailing down to your neck where he places a kiss at the mark he had previously left.

Gently, he pulls out of you and excuses himself momentarily. He returns with a wet towel from the bathroom, carefully cleaning you up before tossing the towel aside. A gentle peck on your lips follows, his affectionate gesture speaking volumes.

Settling into the spot next to you, he pulls you onto his chest, his arms wrapped protectively around you. "I'm so lucky to have met you," he murmurs softly, his words laced with sincerity. He places a sweet peck on your forehead, feeling the weight of the day finally catch up with you as sleep begins to overtake you.

You snuggle closer, a contented smile gracing your lips. "No you have no idea how lucky I am," you whisper, your voice barely above a breath. With a final sigh of contentment, you drift off into a peaceful slumber in his embrace, the gentle rhythm of his heartbeat lulling you into a deep sleep.

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hello!

not very good as following a routine or any kind of schedule so the posting of my writing will be rather sporadic... i do apologise but bear with me on that.

here's one that i've been working on for a couple of weeks, from a request that was sent in to my inbox, so i hope that whoever did ask me to write this enjoys it. let me know what you think and don't hesitate to send in your feedback or send in any ideas that you want me to write.

thank you! love to you all!

enjoy. x

Cosy.

That’s how she would describe Arthur’s flat.

Cosy and very him.

All open plan, with his kitchen melding with his living room mixing with his dining room, but so warm and inviting. A knitted throw-blanket folded and draped over the back of his sofa, that he always said was for show but he never scolded YN when she unravelled the fabric and threw it over her legs when she was curled up beside him, or took it to his bedroom when the nights were too cold for just a duvet and his radiating body heat. Books, labelled from fictional titles to nonfiction titles and autobiographies through to encyclopaedias sat on shelves attached the the walls of his living room, with photo frames of him and his family and wax burners filling in the gaps that melted scents of cinnamon and spiced orange, succulents draped down and in witty plant pots that his friends would buy him for Christmas. Lamps in every corner of his main living space because he felt that the main lighting was much too bright, especially for evenings spent at home with a good book that he’d brought from the bookstore on his outing into the city centre, or too bright for an evening spent at home watching a television show he’d been recommended to watch by one of his friends.

Where her flat was more in the centre of London, closer to where she worked in an independent coffee house which definitely challenged the Starbucks and Costa’s that were close-by, she became used to the sounds of passing cars and honking taxis and the distant sound of the overground squeaking on the rails as it approached its destination. The hustle and bustle of tourists passing by the entrance to her flat complex, shops on her doorstep, in an area that was full of high-rise buildings and overlooked a park that she spent many of the summery days sat in, with a picnic from Waitrose and a good book and with Arthur, enjoying the time together. So being in the part of London that almost instantaneously switches off in the middle of the evening, once everyone had travelled home and everything had shut up shop for the night, felt almost peaceful to her.

She much preferred his living space to her own…but she was sure that it was the feeling of being in the same vicinity as him that warmed her more than being in the flat itself.

On the evenings he would film with Alex and George and Cam, for a Chaos Crew video that seemed to be in high demand, she found herself dillying around his home and finding things to do until he was finished for the night. If it wasn’t cooking them both a dinner to eat once he was done, it was reading something from his ever growing collection of novels; and if she wasn’t reading a book, she was logging into his Netflix and watching a film to pass the time and, if she’d had a busy day and felt her eyelids sitting heaving, she would curl up and take a nap on the sofa until she was woken up with a soft kiss to the forehead or a gentle nudge into her thigh to wake her up.

But there was something about that evening where she just wanted to be near him.

They’d both, surprisingly, had days off that coincided with each other so they spent the day together and they came rarely and not very often - taking it in their stride and making the most of getting to spend quality time together.They went shopping down the strip together and spoilt the other whenever they saw them looking at something for a little longer than normal, they popped into her coffee house for a cream cake and a coffee and to say hello to her friends who were working that day, they went food shopping because his fridge was a little scarce when it came to ingredients for a dinner that was substantial and they shared a late dinner together where they sat at the dining table with a candle and some fizzy apple juice to impersonate wine because neither of them fancied a drink that night. But she knew their time together was inevitable and she couldn’t help but look at the clock as she counted the minutes down till he said he needed to film a new video - and she couldn’t complain because, well, she had spent the last twelve hours with him.

But, twelve hours just didn’t feel like enough.

She hated using the word clingy when it came to her relationship with Arthur but… she felt clingy.

Across the space of his living room, she swerved the sofa and dodged his furniture and tucked the blanket a bit tighter over her shoulders as the gentle breeze of her movements blew it from the bare skin showing for her t-shirt - well, not her t-shirt but Arthur’s t-shirt, yet she claimed it as her own and he couldn’t say no to her when he thought she looked beautiful in his clothing - and she made her way down his hallway to. Goosebumps on her legs as she left the warmth of the sofa but they soon disappeared as she got closer to his office door, accustomed to the chill in the air.

“You know when this guy is telling him to tone it down that he needs to take it down a level,” she heard Arthur remark, a gentle snicker following in suit.

“Uh, yeah, looking a little bit like a geek there… might want to tone it down,” George’s laugh came next, followed by a chorus of cackles and snickers from the other guys sat on the Discord video call.

“He’s got a fourth badge that’s just homophobic,” her boyfriend retorted back and at that, she rolled her eyes and an unsure smile on her lips because of the emphasis on the last word of his sentence.

She could hear that whatever they were watching on Youtube had been unpaused, ready to carry on before they took another break to add commentary content to the video, and her hand halted over the door handle to his office. Shuffling on her bare feet, the wooden floor of his hallway was cold beneath the pads of her toes, and she just couldn’t figure out the right time to poke her head into his room and ask him just how long he was going to be. She didn’t want to be a bother but the longing-for-him feeling, that sat low in her belly, was becoming a bother to her.

“It is kind of cute. I actually do kind of rate it, like being your own superhero and that… but it is the kind of thing you grow out of when you’re like six,” Arthur stated.

“Yeah, you’ve got to go as something recognisable surely, right?” Alex questioned and there were some gentle hums of agreement throughout that she probably would have joined in with if they were all sat in a room together and discussing that specific topic, “if you’re gonna go as anything at all.”

“What did you go as to Comic Con?” Arthur wondered, asking the question that everyone was thinking; “I went as Obi Wan Kenobi,” came Alex’s response and he was instantly met with silence. YN could just imagine the smirks and the grins and the laughter that were almost bursting to come to light from the three guys sat there, taking in everything they’d heard.

And YN took the chance.

The door handle squeaked as she applied pressure and the door creaked as she opened it, poking her head into the room, met with the sage green wallpaper of his office and the dim lighting filling the space that he used as background lighting - because he still found his main light to be too bright when filming his Youtube videos. He turned in his seat and let his eyes adjust, smiling upon her arrival once he saw her full figure standing in the doorway, the screen illuminating the side of his face and he slipped his headphones from on top of his head and down to his neck.

“You okay, lovie?”

“Just wanted to know how long you were going to be,” she hummed softly, almost too quiet, but she didn’t want to interfere with their recording because then he’d have been there even longer than planned, “I was gonna have a nap on the sofa but I won’t if you’re not gonna be too long.”

“I won’t be long, no,” he said, “there’s not long left of this video. Give me twenty minutes?”

“I’ll wait up for you,” she smiled, “mind if I just sit in here and watch? Promise I won’t make any sounds. I’m a bit bored out there on my own.”

Arthur smiled warmly at her, letting his eyes wander up and down her body as he took in her comfy appearance, holding up his pointer finger as he turned back to face his monitors and slid his headphones back up his head, setting them back on his ears.

“Guys, YN’s here.”

She could hear the muffled cheers through his headphones from his announcement and she grinned shyly, tightening the blanket around her shoulders, and she closed the bedroom door behind her before shuffling across the carpet. He gave his thighs a pat, inviting her to come and sit with him for a brief few minutes, and she quietly took him up on that offer as she blushed and nodded. He situated himself a bit more comfortably in his chair, unplugging his headphones so she could hear what was happening and moving any lingering wires so she could settle herself down on his lap without pulling any screens off of his desk. Curling up under his arm and bringing her knees to her chest, covering herself with the blanket draped over her shoulders, releasing a content sigh. She wasn’t bothered by her appearance on the screen because she knew he wouldn’t include any of what was happening, without her permission, in the final cut on Youtube.

“How have you been, YN?”

“I’ve been good, yeah. Ready for a sleep but you guys just had to come first tonight,” she smirked, feeling Arthur’s hand tuck beneath the t-shirt hanging down her frame, his fingers tickling up her side in a relaxing and comforting manner, “I feel I haven’t seen you guys for weeks.”

“You haven’t actually,” George remarked with a hint of feigned annoyance, a similar smirk sitting on his mouth, “spending all your time with Arthur now, aren’t you? Taking him away from us. We’ll have to fight for custody.”

She rolled her eyes with a grin and dropped her head into the curve of Arthur’s neck and his jawline, inhaling softly and breathing in the faint scent of cologne still left on his clothing, his arms tightening around her.

He was warm.

So warm.

His hands wouldn’t leave her skin. His arm stayed tight to her waist and his fingers traced soft circles into her hip, just above the waistband of the knickers that dug into her skin, and his free hand kept in its place upon her knee and he gave her a squeeze every so often.

“I’m letting you have him this weekend,” she hummed, “Platform Roulette, no?”

“I only get him when he’s drunk and annoying,” George frowned playfully, “you get him when he’s all cute and soppy. One can only dream of that interaction, used to have it all the time.”

“YN’s cute and soppy also so they’re practically a match made in heaven,” Cam cackled and YN felt the heat creep up her neck and settle across the expanse of her cheeks, “look at you guys, it’s just adorable and it makes me feel sick.”

“Cam, oh my god,” Arthur laughed, “you guys suck.”

“We love you both really,” Alex smiled, “you know we do.”

honestly, ending a story just isn't my forte... i just hate every ending i write.

anyway!

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