Hi! :D Could you write something with England in his punk phase with a cute happy-go-lucky s/o? Sorry if the ask is bad, english is not my first language :p
Hello, Lovely~! Please don't apologise; your English is perfect! :D
I'm not quite sure if this is what you're looking for, but I hope you enjoy!
People are completely bewildered whenever either of you introduce the other, cannot figure out how on earth the two of you could possibly work together.
Arthur is notoriously critical of everything- himself, the state of the world, American films he didn't have to watch but chose to watch anyway. And you're so light, almost carefree.
It was almost a case of "opposites attract," except Arthur has always been softer than he lets on, and you aren't completely ignorant of how bad things can actually be. It was the middle ground where you two found each other, fell for each other, and built your relationship.
Arthur lives for your laughter now, whatever seemingly small or silly thing you find fascinating. He's come to appreciate more of the little things because of you, his views slightly less pragmatic.
You have an endless fascination with his hair. It's been a few years now, and you're still not entirely sure what his natural hair color is. He dyes it frequently, and while he tries to change the style up sometimes, the same familiar shag refuses to go away for long. Defying all laws of chemistry and physics, his hair is always ridiculously soft, and none of the dyes he picks up from questionable vendors seem capable of weighing it down.
Arthur's not a huge fan of expensive dates, would much rather spend a casual time with you wandering the markets, visiting museums, maybe spending a day at the park? But if you're interested in something more formal, he'll go out of his way to make sure he delivers.
He still hasn't forgotten your expression the first time you actually saw him in a suit. He'll think of it sometimes, think of the night that followed, and soon enough he's another loon on Jubilee Line smiling to himself.
He'll loan you his jewelry quite a bit, especially his bracelets and rings. Maybe he's just a wee bit possessive, or a bit too proud, but there's just something about seeing you wearing his jewelry that makes him stand just a little taller.
Sometimes... Sometimes he'll come home from a fight, and sometimes, sometimes, his friends will see him the next day with pastel bandages over the cuts and bruises.
He's taught you how to barter, and he has to admit he's just a little addicted to the confident, almost cocky look on your face when you convince the salesman to go even lower.
You sometimes like sitting outside the bathroom when he's in the shower. He has a habit of running through his vocal warm-ups, his choices usually completely different from the songs you'll hear him hum later in the day. You're kind of obsessed with his adaptation of Scarborough Faire.
He wouldn't admit it, but he downloaded your favorite songs to his phone. Yes, even that ridiculous one that you're embarrassed of yet sing all the bloody time.
Arthur loves your kindness, and the way you see the lighter side of the world. He knows how fragile and rare a thing that can be, and he's going to do his damnedest to protect it.
He was pleasantly surprised at how well his friends received you, and how quickly you bonded with them, too. You were a bubbly mess on the commute home, chattering away about plans to hang out with some of them at a later date.
He still can't believe how relaxed you are around him; while the city's gotten a lot more open-minded, there are still a lot of people who give him a side-eye. Yet here you are, happily wearing his ancient jacket, your pinkie linked with his, squeezing close to him on the sidewalk, chirping away about- a TV show? Film? He's lost track, but you're excited, and that smile is contagious.
He has resigned himself to spontaneous piggy-back rides.
You wouldn't quite know how to say it out loud, but sometimes, when there's a wandering eye or an unsolicited comment- You're kind of in love with how protective Arthur gets, a small thrill at seeing the other party balk in fear, sometimes literally tripping over themselves as they rush to leave.
The last time he did so, at a secondhand book shop off Camden High Street, you had to bury your face in his back to hide your smile, to pretend to be disappointed in him. "You didn't need to scare them half to death." He chuckled, turning around to steal your book away, and poking your nose. "It's your fault for being so cute." "Not as cute as you," you replied brightly, grinning as he rolled his eyes. "Christ, not again."
Okay, he'll admit it; you softened him up. Even Liam has commented on it. Or, really, Alisdair had made a passing remark, and for the first time in a long while... Arthur just let it go. And Liam stared at him in shock as Arthur visibly forced himself to relax and dismiss the Scot's words, then immediately going right back to his needlework with a hum.
You've picked up on a lot more current events since you started dating Arthur. He's brought you more into the world of activism, and while you don't feel comfortable going to the same extremes, you do like to help spread awareness, even if it's something as simple as wearing some of the pins, helping him find good spots for stickers or tags, and tagging along to protests armed with baked goods and plenty of water bottles.
You love coming home to him, sitting on the couch painting each other's fingernails, an ignored episode of Sherlock playing in the background as you share takeaway and whatever dessert he attempted to bake earlier.
He's not quite sure how he got lucky enough to see you like this, how he gets to hold you like this, but he'd do anything to keep you. Anything.
Thank you for the ask, luv! I hope you enjoyed~
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