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inevesgf · 2 months

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SKI TRIP .. part one ⠀,⠀ chrismd.

synopsis ✩ you and chris hate each other, but a ski trip and some forced proximity changes everything.

warnings: gn!reader, drinking, series

authors note: a chrismd series! this isn’t my favorite piece of writing of all time, but i just needed to push out more chris content for myself and the other chris girlies out there. consider this little series my petition to be your favorite chrismd writer <3 thank you to @imredjack for the idea xx

THE FLIGHT TO FRANCE WAS A BREEZE: no turbulence, no boarding issues — you couldn’t have been more lucky. the crisp, cold air coveted your skin like a blanket as you exited the airport, scanning your new surroundings. even though you lived in europe and traveled around surrounding areas, you had never been to france. you liked the uk — if it were up to you, you’d never leave forever, though a holiday was pleasant once in awhile.

“bonjour,” you were greeted by your friend, george clarke, who spoke thickly with a fake french accent. you couldn’t help but let out a giggle as he spoke. you were surprised to find yourself in the position you were in. you didn’t know that helping george plan a trip with your mutual friends would result in you being invited. you had known this group of boys for years. being a friend of george’s since primary school, you became a videographer for him once he started his youtube career. because of this, you had become close with the others; the arthur’s, harry, will — the list went on. with your experience with social media, you had been a help to all of them with occasionally manning the camera. “comment vas-tu en cette belle soirée?” the teasing back from you made george roll his eyes. “ok — ok, i dont know that much!” as you laughed at his response, you found your thoughts slipping. the first glimpse you had seen of the french alps were gorgeous, but you still couldn’t help but feel awkward. as you scanned around, george and arthur in view, your eyes landed on chris. christopher dixon was something else. if it was up to him, you wouldn’t have been invited on this trip. but it was up to his best mate, george, and what george said goes.

chris was not fond of you in anyway possible and you were not fond of him. nothing particular had happened between you two, but the hateful tension always remained. you had heard from the other boys that chris hadn’t talked the best of you; always commenting on your clothing style and such in odd ways; but you didn’t let that bother you. instead, trying to keep the bond strong between all your friends, you never confronted him about it — the pity feelings you had between each other were mutual. piling into the taxi that would take you to your hotel, you sat yourself next to arthurtv who greeted you with a smile. you were far more fond of arthur and george and that thought made you mentally pray you’d be roommates with them for the holiday.

the taxi came to a stop, the driver tipping his hat at you as you slipped a fiver into his tip cup. once again the new feelings of the french air tickled your skin as you exited, george handing you your luggage that he had pulled out of the trunk. “alright,” george pulled out several room keys from his pocket, preparing to distribute them among the others. “this one’s for arthur(tv) and i — harry and arthur,” george handed harry the room key, “and chris and y.n—“ a cheeky smile formed on his face, making your eyes twitch. george knew that you and chris despised each other — you knew him rooming you with chris was all apart of some fucked up plan. “thanks—“ you were short as you snatched the key out of his hand. “can i room with arthur instead? please?“ that jersey accent had almost made you vomit as he spoke. “be nice to them, ok? c’mon, you both have a lot in common and i’m sure by the end of this trip you’ll be good friends!” george didn’t sound so sure of his words, he just hoped and prayed chris would give you the benefit of a doubt and not kill you.

you trudded your way up the stairs, reading the room numbers on the door as you and chris approached yours. you couldn’t help but mentally curse george for what he had done; later you were sure to say something to him, but for now you just had to make this work. you inserted the key into the door, twisting the doorknob. to your dismay, the door did not open and you found yourself standing there somehow even more stupid in-front of chris. before you could go to try the doorknob one more time, chris grumbled, nudging you out of the way as he twisted the doorknob. to your frustration, it opened with the first turn. “it’s really not that hard, innit?” chris opened the door as he spoke. “look — can we please just spare each other a bloody second? ok, we’re on holiday, yeah? we’re supposed to relax. i think me and you can lay off each for a week.” you didn’t mean to snap, but it happened, causing chris to stop dead in his tracks as he stepped into the room. “ok, yeah sure, but if you so much as set me off one time, this isn’t going to be easy for us.” you didn’t know what he truly meant, but you didn’t care. you pushed yourself passed chris and fully into the room, this time you being the one to stop dead in your tracks. “are you fucking kidding me right now? do you see this? those fucking basterds,” to your surprise, and chris’ as well, there was only one bed. you practically vomited at the thought of having to share a space with him and a bed was even worse. “is this your doing?” you couldn’t help but be even more irritated by his words. “really? you think i’d arrange this? why don’t you ask the boys? maybe they think you fancy me or something and are doing you a favor.” you had seemingly set chris off, but he tried to contain himself. “you wanna know what? you can sleep on the chair, i’ll sleep on the bed — problem solved.” he walked himself into the room, placing his luggage onto the bed. “yeah, right.” you rolled your eyes. “why can’t we just share the bed? we’ll have separate blankets — everything will be fine as long as you don’t touch me.” you spoke. chris shot you a glare, pulling his luggage off the bed, now placing it on the floor. “fine, but just this once.”

you had seemingly sorted out the room problem with chris, but that did not stop you from scolding george later that night at dinner. “why’d you do that? are you trying to ruin this holiday?” your words were more playful as you tried not to upset george — more issues were the last thing you needed right now. “im doing you a favor, ok? this will be good for all of us. you’ll finally work things out with him and then we’ll all be best mates.” he tried to laugh through your frustration, which only made him nervous about what he had done. “if this only makes things worse, i know who to blame.” “—blame me too!” you look over at harry whose normal resting face was replaced with a big grin. “you cheeky basterd.” was all you managed to get out before the waiter came over with the check.

the night had passed swiftly. you and chris had went the rest of the night without communicating much, which was good for the both of you. chris and yourself entered your shared hotel room, slightly drunk as you sat down on the bed. “remember our deal — we each get our own side of the bed.” he spoke, pulling his shirt off and throwing it to the side. you found yourself staring at him a bit too long; studying each line of his abs. as much as you hated chris, you acknowledged he was good looking, but you wouldn’t be caught dead admitting that. unfortunately chris seemed to notice this, which caused him to furrow his brows. “take a picture, it’ll last longer.” his teasing made you roll your eyes — you were sure not to fall for it. “in your dreams.” you didn’t know if it was the alcohol making you think this way, but you hoped it was. even though you should have looked away, you studied chris carefully as he put on a clean top. shaking yourself out of these thoughts, you reminded yourself of the distaste you had for him — the way he’d say odd things about you behind your back, the way he couldn’t stand to even be in your presence. you found yourself calming back into your little world where a pleasent thought of chris did not exist.

once it came time to sleep, you could see the disgust on chris’ face as he climbed into your shared bed. as much as you hated you had to be in the same vicinity as him, you didn’t think it was the biggest deal in the world. “do you snore?” he asked, as he pulled the blanket over his legs. “nope, i bet you do.” chris rolled his eyes, a slight huff escaping his lips as he rolled over, his back facing you. you took this as a sign turn off the beside lamp and get yourself situated to sleep. no thoughts of sharing a bed with chris bothered you as you drifted off to sleep.

“so, how was last night?” george asked you, a teasing manner slipping from his lips even though he tried to contain himself. “what? you think we’re just going to fuck and get over things? you’re sick.” you weren’t completely serious, or mad at george, but you wanted him to know his little plan wouldn’t work out as well he thought it would. you scooped yourself some eggs from the hotel’s breakfast, grabbing yourself a fork before sitting down next to harry. similar to george, he began to bombard you with questions. “didn’t make up yet?” he raised his eyebrows, pulling a scoop of hash-browns to his mouth as he took a bite. “no, and unlike george, i don’t think it’s going to happen.” “why can’t you guys just fuck already?” your eyes darted over the table, raising an eyebrow at arthur’s sudden proposal. you practically spit out your bite of eggs at his words. “cmon, don’t laugh. you have so much sexual tension, we can all feel it.” you laughed. you had noticed chris glancing at you plenty of times before, shifting his eyes away the second you noticed. you noticed how he’d tease you — but again, you just expected it was because of his distaste for you. “oh sure,” you added sarcastically, taking a sip of apple juice as chris joined the table. you mentally prayed not another word would be said in that conversation, especially because chris was now present. “so,” arthur hill began to speak, setting his fork down next to his plate, “what’s the plan for today, georgie?”“well, we’re going to hit the slopes, of course. there’s also this little gig playing tonight at one of the hotels pubs — i was thinking we could go to that.” george responded. “good, i could use a fucking drink already.” chris perked up at the idea of a bar, and drinks at that, which made you laugh. “what? is having to share a room with y.n that bad?” arthur laughed. chris seemed hesitant to answer, which confused you a little as he was always quick to make you the bud of his joke. “it’s been a long week — well needed holiday.” his response seemed to confuse everyone at the table as george looked over at you, cockily raising his eyebrow. you knew his plan had a very generous slim shot at working, but chris seemed to be becoming more lenient on you — at least this morning. which made you question if chris had woken up on the right side of the bed this morning.

you and the group spent most of the day skiing and snowboarding — you skiing as it was always easier to you. it was a fun day; full of laughs, and you got to spend most of it away from chris which couldn’t have been better. “i dont think it even matters how many layers i have on, i’m freezing.” arthur shivered, wrapping his arms around himself as tight as he could to maintain some warmth. “it’s getting late now,” george spoke, checking his watch. it was now half past 5 and you were shocked once you put together that the six of you had been out in the snow for almost 8 hours. “the gig starts around 6, if we stop here we’ll have some time to get ready and warm up before then.” everyone seemed to agree with george’s idea and began to unwind. once getting back to the shack, everyone undressed themselves from their snow gear and laid it up to dry in lockers they had rented for the week.

you and chris made your way back to your hotel room again, not speaking to each other along the way. once you entered, chris wasted no time in preparing himself for the night — dousing himself in cologne and fixing his curled hair to the best of his abilities. he was one to dress casual, but he had caught your eye once he exited the bathroom dressed in something more put together. head to toe in black, chris wore black slacks and a black t shirt, which had you looking at him far more than you liked to admit. chris didn’t seem to notice as he walked around you, grabbing his phone before he sat down on one of the lounge chairs in the room. now having an idea of what the ‘dress code’ was for the evening, you began to get yourself dressed.

it never took you long to get ready — you had taken about 10 minutes this time — which still had chris’ panties in a bunch. a knock erupted on the bathroom door, causing you to huff slightly. “are you done in there? its almost 6, i’m going to leave without you.” you checked yourself out in the mirror one more time before opening the door, meeting face to face with the boy. chris stood there, your faces close to each other. you couldn’t help but feel annoyed as you noticed him studying you. “i was in there for 10 minutes, don’t get your panties in a twist, mate.” he scoffed, backing away from you which eliminated the noticeable tension. pushing passed him slightly, you grabbed your phone and had made your way to the door. chris took his fine time getting his shoes on as you did, which made you laugh at him softly. “look who’s taking a long time now.” “you just can’t be nice to me, can you?“ you scoffed, placing your hand on the doorknob behind you as you stayed facing chris. “i could say the same thing to you — haven’t shut your mouth since we got here. hell, you even objected to being roommates with me.” chris huffed under his breath, standing up from his once seated position. the vibes in the room shifted, but you couldn’t tell what you were feeling now. chris seemed slightly bothered at your words, which had you confused. “okay, i’m warming up to you,” your mouth laid a-gap and in pure surprise you practically chuckled. “i think we can stop being at each others throats — it’s what best for the both of us and the others.” “where was this side of chris when i told you we should be civil with each other at the beginning of the trip? what made you change your mind, huh?” before chris could even think of a response, a knock erupted on the door. to pull yourself out of this unwanted conversation, you opened it up to be met with george. “are you two ready?” he hummed and you nodded your head in response. chris made his way over to the door, stepping aside you before exiting first. for a second, your bodies brushed up against each other, sending a chill down your spine that you couldn’t quit understand.

for the duration of the walk to the pub, you walked behind the others, thinking of the conversation you had with chris. you couldn’t help but be angry at him. he had been at your throat since he met you; saying bad things behind your back, and now he had changed his mind quicker than you had imagined. if only in the beginning he had gotten time to know you, this would have never happened. you didn’t know what you had said or done that was so alluring to chris — alluring enough for him to change his mind about you. you recalled him studying your body shamelessly after you exited the bathroom. but if being impressed by your body was his reason for changing his mind, he was an asshole. “are you doing okay?” harry asked as he walked up next to you, his hands shoved into his trouser pockets. “what? oh, yeah.” he pulled you out of your deep thoughts as he spoke. “you sure?” “just tired is all. i just need a drink to take the edge off.” you tried to work a smile onto your face, which seemed to be convincing enough for harry as he returned the smile. you didn’t remember the rest of the night fully. all you could recall was the flashing lights as rock music played and the countless amount of shots you had taken. you were absolutely smashed by the end of the night, according to george, who was also more gone than he’d like to admit. luckily, you could handle your drink unlike arthurtv, so you could still function semi-normally by the time everyone called it a night.

your memory of the nights events jogged a little when you woke up in bed next to chris; his body tangled in yours instead of on his side of the bed. a warm heat coveted your hips — his arms wrapped around it loosely. hot breaths down your neck made your spine shiver and your mind cloud as you assessed your situation. your eyebrows furrowed as your eyes adjusted to the sun peeking through the windows, the hangover prominent. your heart started to beat faster in your chest from embarrassment or even anxiety. over the past few days, you had gotten used to chris’ company. of course, it wasn’t your favourite, but you had realized it wasn’t as bad as you thought. to you, he was now bearable to be with, but not this close. chris began to stir in bed, making your breath hitch. once he had finally awoken, he was met with the situation you found yourselves in. squinting his eyes as they adjusted to the brightened room, chris couldn’t help but flush red once he noticed where his hands were. a mumble escaped his lips; one of an apology or just jumbled words — you couldn’t tell. he pulled his warm arms away from you, which made you feel naked from his grasp. you sat up awkwardly, sitting yourself up against the bed frame as you cleared your throat. chris huffed a little bit before he began to talk. “tell no one about this?” he seemed embarrassed, flustered even, as he spoke, a red hue accompanying his pale cheeks. you had never seen chris so quiet; so timid. a quick “mhm.” was all you could getting out without a hint of embarrassment hitting your face. a part of you couldn’t help but miss the warmth of his arms, but you knew it was stupid. you didn’t like chris and his new-found attitude didn’t change that. you still couldn’t help but crave his touch again, though. you knew that this thought was wrong, so wrong, but the idea of something wrong felt so good.

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infictionalwonderland · 1 year

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PERIODS — harry lewis

pairing: harry lewis x fem!reader

warnings: periods… NOT REALLY A WARNING BUT YKKK, swearing, suggestive-ness, medication

Whoever said people your age couldn’t have sleepovers, could go and do one—because you absolutely fucking could, you and Talia proving said notion right now; your boys were off again, somewhere abroad for a sidemen shoot and leaving you and your best friend alone. Instead of getting all weepy and mopey (over a boy, never you) you and her decided to make the most out of the lack of testosterone—after you’d dropped your boyfriend off at the airport, all innocent smiles and pretty fluttering lashes, you’d zoomed off (probably breaking several speed limits) to get to your best friends new home.

When you got there, she’d opened the door with an excited screech despite expecting you and you returned it despite knowing she’d been the one to open the door. After of long embrace where she didn’t wanna let you go, you finally convinced her with the promised of pizza and brownies. Hauling your overnight bag in, you’d began your girly night—music booming, comfy clothes on, gossip upon gossip and so many laughs your whole body was in tatters as you made pizzas and brownies (admittedly, hers were better but she was literally Mario’s second cousin, it’s to be expected)

Food in hands and smiles never leaving your faces, you’d taken off into a race into a race for the living room (you won, obviously) and began your evening of movie watching—from 10 things i hate about you to It, then legally blonde and Tangled, and many more, . . .you had quite the night. However both of your highlights was when you discovered you both started your cycles on that particular day—before your boyfriends had left and around basically the same times: it had you both in tear inducing laughter for two minutes. You’d ended up taking a Polaroid of you both grinning while holding up Flow (the period tracker app) and showing you both having the exact same cycles.

Twins.

That was yesterday—now you were both lying in a miserable heap of pain and exhaustion in Talia’s king size bed, hot water bottles on your abdomens and remaining snacks being shovelled into your mouths as you both snuggled and occupied yourselves on your phones.

You smiled slightly when your boyfriends name popped up over TikTok but grimaced afterwards as your stomach turned horribly.

harry🤍

gd mornin xx yu okay luv ?

you’re actually illiterate

harry🤍

and you can’t punctuate, we all have are own flaws. anyway i hope ur good, we’re landing at 3, want me to pick u up anything?

You grinned wider, deciding to piss about.

yeah actually can you get me some jumbo tampons!! thank youuu x

harry🤍

what. they do JUMBO? i mean thats, at least their being inclusive. good on em 👍 wait bloody hell love, you’re on again already? swear i don’t know how you still have blood in ya

yeah it happens to be a monthly thing, harry. 😄😄😄😄😄 also im with my gf so you might have to whisk me away before me elope xxxxx

harry🤍

she’d get you a shitty ring anyway i’ll get in simons lift home then and you can drop us off. … i love you, gotta go, see you soon gorgeous

love you too smelly 😜

You looked over at Talia at, miraculously, the same time she looked up at you and when she wordlessly showed you her phone, showcasing messages of her asking Simon for XXL pads, you gasped laughingly and showed her your messages to Harry. She made a shocked face before meeting your eye and you both burst out laughing, only to groan as you ached all fucking over.

“I hate being a women.”

It was now half two and while Talia was effectively making your day better—you both were still in immense pain. You’d migrated to every living room (you loved it so much, you could cry) and both had a sofa to yourself, Mushu (their adorable dog) was nipping at some toy from where he was sat by the telly. You both were on your phones for the most part, last nights episode of Love Island that you’d absently recorded now playing on the TV as you both munched away on the breakfast Talia got delivered—McDonald’s breakfast for you and she had a spiced cheesy omelette from this little breakfast place.

“When do you think Harrys gonna ask. .?” Talia looked at you from her place on the sofa, wiggling her ringed finger mischievously with a glittering smile, one hand still firmly against her stomach.

“Probably never.”

“Bullshit!” She shot back instantly, sitting up and pointing firmly in your direction as she ignored the pain she was in in favour of reassuring you. “Babe, you have not seen the way that man looks at you when he thinks no one is looking. Like, seriously, he has literal heart eyes for you and don’t even get me started on how he speaks about you. It’s like your the best thing in this entire world to him, really. Like you’re some kinda goddess or somethin’ he always looks so awestruck by you.”

“. .probably cause I cook him dinner.” You offered with a shrug, smiling lopsidedly, and Talia snorted with a head shake.

“Or you are his dinner.”

“I mean, he does—“

“Ah! WAIT, NO. Stop, no more, please.”

You grinned at her, sparing a wink before cooing at Mushu happily and urging him to jump up on you, which he did. Your entire demeanour seemed to soften as you wrapped your arms around the large grey ball of fluff.

“He’ll probably ask you soon.”

“Natalia.” You threw her a mock serious look and she put her hands up in a surrender motion, finding herself all too funny.

“What—have you seen you?” Talia retorted, faking a dreamy sigh as she readjusted herself on the plush material of her sofa. “I’d kiss you, marry you and fuck you. Repeatedly.”

“Miss Mar. . .” You jokingly trailed off.

“Have my babies?”

“I thought you’d never ask!”

“We should really do this more often.” Talia pouted at you, friendly love bright in her irises as she pulled her blanket more around her body. “I miss hanging with you, sexy bum.”

“Miss you more, baby cakes.” You winked at her dramatically, mouth falling open just like Fred Weasley and she giggled back at you, snapping a candid photo.

“Speaking of babies—“

“NATALIA HADDOCK.”

Approaching four o’clock was when your boyfriends finally rolled up—you and Talia didn’t actually notice at first, you were both laying down on the living room floor with Mushu next to you and a mediation video on the large screen, giggles slipping past your lips even as you attempted to be quiet. You would’ve sat up but considering your cramps. . .‘twas a no go.

“Keep your fake lips shut, Cruella.”

Talia squawked in offence at your comment but kept her eyes shut for the purpose of mediation, blindly lifting a manicured hand to swat at you.

In that moment, your boyfriends both walked through the door, trading odd looks at the silence in the home (if there was anything you and Talia were together, it was not silent). Simon lead Harry through the house, more confused than anything to where his fiancé was but when they heard whooshing sounds from the living room, they both stopped uncertainly.

Harry quickly picked up a random umbrella from where they were sat, just in case.

However, when you hesitantly stalked into the living room they didn’t expect to see both of their girlfriends laying sprawled across the floor in starfish position with a mediation video playing on the large TV. They both paused, trying to repress their amusement and Harry instantly got out his phone—zooming into you to take some photos.

“Feeling zen, yet?” Simon inquired.

“So zen.” You both confirmed, simultaneously.

There was silence for no more than a second before you and Talia both let out startled exclamations and sat up straight—immediately groaning out in pain after as your stomach cramped and ached (day 2 was your personal worst day for pain/cramps).

“Woah. Woah, woah.” Simon paused at the in sync groans of pain, “listen. . .I know you both have like, interlinked emotions but please don’t tell me you can feel what the other feels?!”

“Boy.” Talia gave him a deadpan stare.

“Help.” You urged your boyfriend, reaching out your hands expectantly and he rolled his eyes fondly as he walked over to you, large hands taking your smaller ones in his own and he tugged you up from the ground, one of his arms wrapping around your waist to pull you into him. “Hey stranger.”

“Hey.” Harry mumbled back, grinning widely as he pulled you flush against him, digging his head endearingly into the crook of your neck and leaving two swift kisses, your sweet aroma surrounding him and clouding his thoughts as you hummed, running your fingers through his short hair.

“No PDA in my house!” Simon exclaimed.

“Shush,” Talia tutted—unimpressed with her fiancé, “don’t listen to him. Harry, kiss my girl all you want just. . nothing more, preferably.”

“She’s not your girl.”

“Am I not?” You played clueless, faking a confused look at him before going to step over to your best friend, only for him to tug you back against him, large, muscled arms wrapping around your front to hold you back.

“Disgusting.” Simon blanched. “Do that in your own home, please.”

You and Talia both rolled your eyes in sync: you turned your head to smile up at your boyfriend, pressing a loving peck to his soft lips and then his bicep before gently tugging his arms off you, getting ready to say bye to your friends.

“Bye beautiful.” Talia grinned, her arms coming to wrap around you with a careful tightness. “I love you, let me know if you need anything—also, we should really really do this again soon. I love spending time with you.”

Feeling your heart warm, you smiled back at her genuinely. “I love spending time with you too, Lia. Next time we can make lasagna and cupcakes. . .the Tom and Jerry ones.”

Talia squealed slightly, pulling away from your hug to press kisses to both your cheeks and then your forehead.

“You’re the best. Miss ya’ already.”

“Missing you more.”

A few minutes later, you and Harry were finally out of the mini-mar household. Your boyfriend had finally resigned to carrying you when you had fully stopped walking and hunched over slightly in pain from your cramps—he’d sighed, like the tired boyfriend he was, then gently picked you up bridal style and ignored Talia’s obnoxious awes and how she took several pictures.

(She totally didn’t put them on her story)

“Spoiled princess, ‘s what you are.” Harry shook his head jokingly as he carefully put you down in the passenger side of your own car that he was driving cause you were in pain.

“Ain’t that the truth.”

He grinned at you, looking up through his lashes as he did your seatbelt for you, one of his large arms caging you in and the the other free arm reaching over your lower half to tug the seatbelt tighter. He looked similar to an angel in that moment—sun illuminating his features, those fucking blue eyes you were a sucker for and you felt a trail of sparks on the skin his hand purposefully brushed over.

“That tight enough?” Harry inquired, cheekily.

“So tight.” You responded with a snicker of your own and he rolled his eyes at you, tugging a strand of your hair briefly and you feigned a dramatic wince as he left you, shutting the door to your side and climbing in the drivers side.

You looked over, rolling down your window readily as you knew what was coming—when your car started to take off, Talia opened up the window closest to the driveway, popping out her head with a gorgeous gleaming smile.

“BYE BYE BEAUTIFUL, I HOPE YOU FEEL BETTER SOON!”

“BYE GORGEOUS—SAME GOES FOR YOU, CALL ME!”

As you did the ‘call me’ symbol with your hand and gave her a dramatic wink, she giggled before ducking her head back indoors.

“Might as well date her.”

“Might just, y’know.” You smiled at him sweetly, turning on the radio for background noise like you always did, “Smells a lot than my current partner anyway?”

“He can’t be that bad!”

“No, really, he stinks of piss.”

“I beg you fu—“

He cut himself off, grin faltering as he heard you wince in pain, frowning softly as he looked over at you.

“Hanging in there alright?”

“Mhm.” You hummed, smiling tensely.

“I got you something.” Harry mentioned, peering over at you and when he saw you looking him with that adorably confused look, he nudged his head backwards and your eyes followed—landing on the Tesco bag in the backseat.

“My jumbo tampons?” You cackled to yourself.

“No—I did look though—“ Your laughter increased in volume, ignoring the aching pain overcoming you as best you could, “Oh—Oh. I see now, they aren’t a thing. You played me.”

“What? No, never.”

“I smell deceit.”

“I smell piss. Oh, wait, it’s just you.”

You giggled at yourself and while he tried to playfully glare at you, he couldn’t quite keep his smile at bay as he stared at you.

Curiously, you reach behind you and tug the Tesco bag from its space in the back, lugging it into your lap and opening it up—your mouth immediately pops open in an awww when you take in the two sets of cupcakes, your favourite chocolate bars, the sanitary products and some pain medication.

“Harry. .”

“Don’t mention it, I beg.” A sheepish crimson blush coats his pale cheeks at your tone and your evident heart eyes. Jesus Christ, were you pretty. He was so lucky to be able to call you his, that much he knew for sure.

“Thanks, handsome.”

“Yeah, yeah anytime man.”

You arch a brow.

“Anytime, love.” Harry corrects, flashing you an equal parts amused and sarcastic smile as you nod your approval to the changing pet name.

When you finally arrive back at your apartment complex—Harry’s already out of his side of the car as soon as it stops, and then he goes over to you, opening your door and looking down at you. He lets at a dramatic heaving sigh at your doe eyed look, scolding his skin for flushing and heart for picking up.

Effortlessly, he takes the bag off your hands with one hand and pulls you from the car with the other, once you’re out the car he lifts you up easily with one arm and you wrap your legs around his hips, arms around his neck.

“Hi.” You mumble, grinning mischievously as your acrylics scratch at his beard.

“My pretty troublemaker.” Harry huffs affectionately, squinting down at your bright smile fuelled by mischief. “Don’t you dare bring attention to us, this is embarrassing enough.” He nearly whines.

You merely smile, a kiss to his cheek to tide over his anxieties.

The walk was going pretty smoothly, but as soon as Harry stepped foot into the elevator, another set of footsteps followed and his eyes shut miserably, leaning down and sighing into your neck hopelessly.

“Hi Effie!” You immediately perk up at the sight of the older woman—Effie was this sweetheart fifty six year old who lived on the floor below you and Harry, a vast lover of plants and animals with a hatred for men (you loved her, Harry was scared of her).

Harry barely refrains for niping at the soft skin of your neck in reprimand. Of bloody course.

“Hello dearie.” The older woman, hair a dyed purple shade and silver septum hanging from her button nose, greets you with a calm smile. Effie was evidently unfazed by the scene in front of her—if anything, she was proud that you were putting your man to work. “How are you today?”

“Oh I’m grand, Ef.” You smiled so charmingly that as Harry stared down at you, he almost forgot he was even supposed to be annoyed. “How are you? How’s Tia, I miss her!”

“I’m well, thank you, dearie. Tia misses you too, I assure you. Perhaps you come down tonight, I can bake us some cookies just how you like them.”

Harry paused, bewildered. Did his girlfriend just get hit on by a grandma?!

“I—“

Before you could even get a word out, the elevator dinged open to your floor and Harry wasted now time practically sprinting out with his arms possessively entangled around your frame; you quickly exclaimed a startled ‘bye Effie’ over your boyfriends shoulder before the elevator doors shut.

You quickly distracted yourself with how you could feel your boyfriends muscular biceps as he held you up, your acrylics took to touching and tracing them as he bounced you up further on his hip. You closed your eyes, leaning further into him and humming at the delightful scent of his cologne, the soothing vibrations of his body as he quietly chatted away helping to dull the aches in your own body.

“You alright there, y/n?”

“Never been better.” You smiled up at him and he gives you an amused one back, kissing your forehead softly as he finally opens the door to your shared apartment—once inside, he readily manoeuvres the both of you to the sofa where he carefully places you down, handing you the bag of food and your favourite blanket he spots on the lone armchair. “Thank youuu.”

“Spoiled princess.” He names again, but the smile on his face is enough to melt you despite his words.

Harry then goes into the kitchen as you try and adjust on the sofa more comfortably, face screwing up as a particularly harsh pain washes through you—your abdomen clenching. To distract yourself, you search through the Tesco bag and smile to yourself as you take out the first batch of muffins.

You mindlessly click onto WhatsApp, taking a photo of the bag of goodies and sending it to the girls groupchat with a little ‘make your men do this for you, pretty ladies’ and instantly being met with gushing from them all.

“Showing off my expert shopping skills?”

You startle—gaze flickering to your boyfriend who smiles at you, that smile he saves just for you and it makes you feel so special and warm every time. Your eyes dart over him, noticing the hot water bottle he now clutches (you love that hot water bottle—it’s got this absolutely adorable cover of a lama).

Fucking hormones, you think, as you feel a wave of emotion hit you at how much he’s done for you.

“Hey,” Harry noticed the quivering frown you now adopted and internally panicked, did I do something? Hot water bottle in hand, he hurried towards you, kneeling down on the floor beside where you were laying and twirling a pierce of your hair around his finger. “Hey. What’s wrong, love, hm? You in pain?”

“Yeah.” You answer him shakily, that’s not why your suddenly upset. “I love you.”

If he’s confused—he doesn’t show it, he merely smiles at you comfortingly, leaning in to gently press a kiss to your lips.

“I love you more.”

You smile up at him and his face softens completely at you—he’s so fucking in love. And yes, these thoughts of his are incredibly soppy, but, he couldn’t help it. The girl of his dreams, the love of his life, the prettiest person in the world, was currently staring at him like he hung the moon and the stars. . . he’d never tire of your beautiful face, your radiant smile that flustered him every damn time.

When you move so he can slide in behind you, he eagerly takes the invitation. He slots in behind you on the sofa, pulling you atop him with your back against his chest; he takes the hot water bottle, your favourite one, and carefully moves up your shirt before pressing it against your lower stomach and keeping his hands there to hold it in place, pressing a thoughtless yet meaningful kiss to the side of your head and you snuggle back into him.

“Oi, give me a bite.”

“Fuck off, it’s my scran.”

“Yeah—and who’s card did it make a dent in?”

“Our card, handsome.”

“. . . Spoiled princess.”

And that’s how you spend most of the rest of your day—intertwined limbs, goofy grins, soft kisses and joking insults.

(He’s never been more in love)

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g-xix · 8 months

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Charity Match | Tobi TBJZL Brown🔞

Imagine inspired by sidemenreacts vid: "reacting to sidemen charity match moments" moment when Tobi points out the scar Simon's medal left on his back (link to video at the end of the oneshot for reference)... Look at bae tho:

Little slayer. Anyways, go read the oneshot:

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The Sidemen FC placed their hands on the cup- the smell of lynx body spray, sweat and victory crowding the changing room- lifting the cup high above their heads with an uproarious cheer which could be heard all the way from the Allstar FC's changing room.

Everyone celebrated, medals clanging as they kissed the cup and jumped for joy, though Simon's hand smacked to his mouth barely a moment after he'd jumped. The sharp edge of his medal had pierced through Tobi's shirt, and the black polyester was dampened with a dark spot which appeared to grow by the second.

But Tobi hadn't noticed the blood filtering through his shirt.

No, Tobi was too focussed on lifting the cup up as it came around to him, still victorious cheering,so much so that he didn't even notice as Simon brushed Tobi's shirt to the side slightly to inspect the damage the hard-edged metal had inflicted upon his friend's back. But as soon as Simon lifted the shirt slightly, his eyes widened- jaw dropped open. For whilst Simon had expected to see just a gash on his otherwise unharmed back- Tobi's back had angry purple lined jagged and shooting across his back like lightning, starting all the way at his shoulder-blades and running all the way down to his lower back.

Simon gulped after the presentation as he found Tobi in the changing rooms, spraying some deodorant under his shirt and packing his duffel bag- ready to get back onto the coach to London.

"Hey, Tobes?" Simon called for his smaller friend's attention. Tobi turned with a big smile, still giddy following the Sidemen FC win. "I err, I accidentally nicked your back with my medal when we were celebrating..."

"Ah, I didn't notice, must just be small." Tobi shrugged, Simon's eyes lowering as he recalled the large gash it had left besides all of those lightning-streak lines.

"Uhm, also I... I noticed some other purple-y scars on your back like, kinda uneven lines... Is your back- are you- are you alright?"

Tobi scrunched his brows together, not knowing what he purple lines he was talking about on his back. Pulling his locker door open, he peered over his shoulder and pulled his shirt up.

Suddenly, those purple scratch marks weren't so unfamiliar...

A moan was ripped from your throat as Tobi thrusted back into your roughly- not even giving you a moment to recover, post-orgasm.

He paused only a moment with a low groan as his cum filled you, before his hips began slamming back into you- still somehow not satisfied and desperate for another round. His hands roamed from your tits down to your hips, bringing you to his chest so that your body was flush against his- your body weight supported only by Tobi as he walked you until your back was pressed against the wall, cock still hard inside of you as his lips found yours, sloppily meeting in a passionate open-mouthed kiss.

The smell of sex filled the hotel room which the Sidemen had booked for all the players, pre-game- though it felt as though Tobi and yourself seemed to be using the room to its fullest potential. And your next-door neighbours in the hotel were NOT going to be happy with the noises you two were making.

Your hands found the back of his neck- pulling him in and drawing him even closer as you moved your mouth synchronously with Tobi's, intoxicated with the way he tasted and the way his tongue ravaged your mouth. A whimper fell from your lips as your felt Tobi pull out slowly, clearly rearing to move and thrust inside of your overstimulated pussy once more.

"Fuck, Tobi-" You whimpered, your eyes screwed shut as you felt yourself fluttering around his wood, thighs shaking as they were wrapped around his hips- your whole lower body completely spent. Tobi noticed your shaking and rested you on the table, which was at perfect height for you to sit on whilst his cock was still inside you.

"C'mon gorgeous, you can go another round," He slowed his pace as he pulled out more slowly, fingers threading through your hair and finally giving your clit a well deserved grace-period as you let out whispered moans, nodding your head in agreement despite the tingles of overstimulation that Tobi sent racing through your core- not wanting to say no to Tobi. "Atta girl," He pressed a lazy kiss to your forehead as he pulled all the way out, before making your whole body jerk and your throat emit a gasp as Tobi slammed right back into you, his cock undeniably kissing your cervix as he bottomed out instantly.

"TOBI!" You gasped your moan, hands gripping his back as he pulled out once more, thrusting in with the same toe-curling force which make you scream from the feeling, rolling your head back and only exposing your neck to him, which he wasted no time in attaching his mouth to, to shower in hickeys and bruises as he thrusted at a mind-numbing pace, your head going fuzzy from the feelings.

A loud moan was ripped from your throat as you felt Tobi hit your g-spot, the bundle of nerves sending pleasure through every molecule of your body as your fingernails dug into his back- creating marks of your own as they dug into his skin and ripped downwards, etching deep purple lines against his dark skin. Tobi didn't even register the pain, all too drunk on the feeling of your walls clenching around his cock, making lewd noises each time his balls slapped into your aching core, arousal coating his cock.

His mouth caught onto one of your tits as he pounded, his lips wrapping around your sensitive bud and making you let out somehow an even louder moan as the feeling of his hot mouth around your breast paired with his tip hitting your g-spot with every thrust had you toes curling- back arching into the glass window behind the desk, overlooking all of London as you felt the heat rising to your face, all too aware you were going to cum soon...

"Tobi," You gasped, screwing your eyes shut and letting your head roll back. Tobi groaned from the way his name fell from your lips, along with the feeling of your nails still running down his back aggressively- catching the reflexion of his back in the reflective glass behind you- the angry lighting-lines across his back making his cock twitch at the thought that you'd marked him up so possessively. "I think I-I'm gonna cum..."

"That's my fuckin' girl, cum, gorgeous-" His words along with the fingers that trailed down from your nipple down to your clit, rolling a few tight circles over the sensitive spot, pushed you over the edge- euphoria fuzzy-ing your head and clouding your vision as your fingernails ran down his back, fading into nothing as Tobi felt himself release inside you also.

Your eyes opened dazedly, lazily looking up at your wonderful boyfriend, before your eyes caught onto the mirror on the other side of the room- reflecting the image of Tobi's ruthlessly scratched back. Tobi caught the look of horror that you wore on your face as your eyes turned to him- though Tobi just smirked- ready to wear those marks as a badge of honour...

"Tobi?" Simon's voice pulled Tobi out of his thoughts with a cautious tone. He turned around to face Simon once more, grinning as his eyes flicked from Simon to the beautiful figure of his girlfriend, watching as she wandered into the changing room, looking for him. "Those marks alright? Are you... good?"

"Oh I'm more than good," Tobi grinned lazily as you spotted him, making your way across the changing room before Tobi pulled you into his arms proudly for another victorious kiss, deciding to leave his shirt off for the ride back home- instead showing off his bare back- and all the markings you'd left across it.

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Video in reference:

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okayyy sidemen charity match done icl i thought allstars was gonna win but LESSGOO SIDEMENNNNNMy final notes from the charity match:

-Angry ginge is so fine icel (the tackles n squaring up to speed...) -It was so hard tryna convince my dad "no, speed is actually good at football..." after missing the pen... and a shot on goal... AND A SHOT ON AN OPEN GOAL-So proud of behz- scores in the stadium he's supported since he was a child, with his daughter watching, and got his dream knee-sliding, topless celebration-Congrats Harry for that beaut strike-I want Chris to weave into my DMs like he wove through that defence line-Why was JJ... not a bad goalie???-XQC looked like a proper sweetheart in goal negl-Manny hattrick i love to see it - esp with Simon always tryna set him up to score instead of taking it for himself <333 -WILLNE TWO FOOTING THE CAR BRINGING THE BALL IN LOOOOOOOL -MAX FOSH SCORES A GOAL THEN WHIPS OUT THE UNO REVERSE CARD???? (also why's he so caked lol)

Hope you enjoyed reading!! Feel free to interact- whether that be a comment, vote or follow! Requests open, feel free to submit what u wanna see... Much love!!

To see more, here's my MASTERLIST

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myoddessy · 1 year

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hellooo congrats on 2k!! not sure how to phrase this request but some 🍰 please for harry/w2s. maybe about being seen in the backgrounds of his videos/features on other videos sometimes? or the things he mentions about you on camera if thats not too much trouble! congrats again! and if head cannons are easier thats great too

thank you so much! im a bit rusty when it comes to blurbs so i hope this is okay 💞

it was no secret that harry had found his forever in you, anyone who was anyone could see the shift in his smile or the glint in his eye when you caught his eye. be it a fleeting look of shyness on your instagram story or tiktok, a short clip of your face popping into the background of a video, or even a flash of your face in a pop-up add as he scrolled through social media.

it was as if the boldness and unabashed bravery of wroetoshaw melted away for a split second, and the world saw harry for who he truly was; a boy in love.

now, with a love that open and observed, privacy was a luxury you rarely found yourself in possession of. whether someone tweeted that you were on a date down a quiet city street, or the detectives of your fanbases debunked every picture, comment, and clip about either if you until you were certain they knew more about your relationship than you did. and as grateful as you were that there was such a wide reception of love for you and harry, the lack of secrecy lead to you cowering away from video cameos so that any moments you did managed to share stayed between you and you only.

that being said, you couldn't honestly say you hadn't fallen down a rabbit hole of your w2s and sidemen pop-ups before.

your favourite was during the sidemen become parents for 24 hours challenge, when harry was in a murderous state and little baby nathaniel would not stop screaming, ethan caught a glimpse of you walking down shop street and yelled for you just in time for harry to release the child from a chokehold.

with a confused smile and hands stuffed in the pockets of your northface puffer, you walked towards them, unaware to the cameras panning in on the softened eyes and uncontrollable smile of your boyfriend.

"well, lads. you alright?" you asked, voice trailing off to a higher pitch when you saw the screaming doll dangling from harry's grip, his hand wrapped loosely around its ankle.

"doing just fine, birthed a beautiful baby boy. bog couldn't be happier." ethan joked, hand clapping down on the younger man's shoulder. "he won't shut up." harry said, blowing out an exhausted sigh. "help us, please." you sucked in a harsh breath, toying with them. "dunno if i shouldn't, wouldn't that be breaking challenge rules?"

"i will literally pay you." harry shook the baby's leg in your face, emphasising his pain.

"just do the washing up for the rest of the week and we're sorted."

"deal."

"hand me over the child then."

ethan's focus bounced between you and harry like he was watching this unfold in wimbledon, unsure of who to look at throughout the exchange, before settling with staring at the camera, blinking slowly as harry handed you nathaniel. you bounced the doll in your arms, shushing him and swaying slowly, your hand running up and down his back as if it were real and second nature.

would never say it, nor did he think he even could, but a sense of urgency washed over him in that moment. like he wouldn't breathe until he saw it again, except real, with your child—his child. with a shake of his head, the thought dispelled before his cheeks got too red, but anyone could see the far-off look in his eye, and he worried that anyone who looked too close would see the reflection of domesticity behind it.

in the span of a minute, you'd gotten nathaniel to calm down, and with a laugh of good luck and a happy wave, you left before any other sidemen could approach and see them getting outside assistance.

over the years, the clip had been reposted, edited, referenced by the world as the love they yearned to see in their partner's eyes, and you loved every second of it. now, with two diamonds weighing your left hand down and a bump in your stomach, you sat before the camera once more, this time with purpose. this time to confirm to everyone that the dream harry held in his eyes three years ago was finally upon him.

his forever was set in stone.

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Being w3s assistant for 24 hours (Calfreezy’s video)

Tw: language, slight harassment and I believe that’s it!

w2s x Y/n Willows

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“Welcome to another video, today we are going to be surprising Y/n by being her assistant for 24 hours.” Cal spoke. His cameraman followed him as he walked towards your office.

Knocking on the door he heard you beckon him in, opening the door you spun in your comfy sidemen chair and saw Cal with his cameraman Harry (gfilm). You smiled “hey guys, what’s up?” Cal asked “for my video can I be your assistant for 24 hours?” You raised an eyebrow and asked “my assistant?” He nodded, you beamed “ok!” Cal turned and gave the camera a thumbs up.

Callum asked “so got anything I could do?” You thought for a moment then responded “yeah, could you do me a favour- well two favours. First being, could you go to Starbucks and get me a cheese toasty with a iced coffee. You two can get something if you want and then on your way back to my office can you get a hoodie of Harry’s? Any hoodie.” He smiled “yes boss, we’ll be back!”. “Ok bye!” You smiled as they left you office to go do his first job.

After some time you had finished editing the video, by the time you’d finished Cal and his cameraman had came back. Cal handed you Harry’s hoodie you thanked “thank you, did you guys get anything?” Cal answered “only a frappe” you nodded as he waited for you to put on Harry’s hoodie. Once you did, he handed you the toasty and your drink. Thanking him again he then asked “what’s next?” You replied “if you want you could go through the video I just finished editing. You know I like yours and Harry’s opinions on my editing.” He smiled and nodded. You left him and Harry (gfilm) to watch your video you were going to post.

Walking into the living room, you spotted Harry sitting there on his phone. So you walked over and sat next to him. You smiled “Hey, love” he gave you a kiss on the cheek and said “Hey, aren’t you filming with Cal?” You nodded and said “he’s being my assistant for 24 hours so I got him watching my new video I’m due to post.” He nodded and asked “can I watch it before you post?” You beamed “of course, you know I’ll show you before I post it.” He smiled and placed his arm around your waist.

After some time, Cal came into the living room and said “all done, it’s good nothing needs to be changed.” You smiled. He asked “is there anything else I can do for you?” You looked at your Apple Watch and spoke “you can come with me to get my nails done and run a few errands. That’s if you want to though.” He nodded, “course, let’s go.” You gave Harry a kiss and went to put your shoes on.

Getting into your car, you and the two boys buckled up. Harry (gfilm) starts to record again. As you were driving through the streets of London, Cal asked “so what are you getting done? Like what nails?” You replied “look on my phone, go on Pinterest and look at the most recent photo.” He did as he was told and complemented the nails and showed the camera. The girls in his comments agreed that the nails were cute too.

Now at the nail salon, you look up at Cal and spoke “if you get bored your both fine to go somewhere to eat or something.” Cal replied “ok, we’ll probably go in a bit.” You nodded and took a seat. Since your friend was the nail tech lady, you and her were catching up on some drama; to which Cal would record his reactions to the drama. You turned to Cal “what do you think she should’ve done?” Cal agreed “she should’ve done what you two were saying, that’s outrageous what she did to that girl.” The spicy drama was just starting as your long nail appointment took a little longer than usual.

As you were walking out of the nail salon, you looked at Cal and asked “when we get back can you do me another favour?” He asked “and that favour is?” You answered “go through my gym clothes and sort them out with me? I need to give some to my friend I told her she can have some.” He nodded.

After that you and the boys headed to M&S, as you walked in Cal asked “what are you getting exactly?” You said “uh, well we need some food for tonight since our food delivery isn’t till tomorrow and I need to find some white shirts for the upcoming sidemen video.” Cal nodded.

As you looked through the men’s shirt, Harry and Cal went over to the snack isle and went to grab some food. As you were looking at shirts some teenage boys approached you “yo, you woretoshaws missus?” You looked over to see some boys dressed in all tech-fleeces. You nodded “can I help you?” He asked “can I get your number?” Some of the boys laughed, you knew that they were immature. You asked “I’m sorry? Didn’t you just ask if I was woretoshaw’s missus?” He nodded “yeah, can I get your number though??” You said “uh no sorry, I have a boyfriend?” You were baffled about the encounter. The other boy spoke “he can do better than w2s, swear.” You shook your head and awkwardly smile. The boy then asked again “so?! Can I get your number, b?” You scoffed “first of I’m not your b, and secondly you all know I am in a relationship, so no sorry.” As the boy spoke Cal and Harry entered the isle.

The boy spoke “are your just being a bitch, give me your number. I can do better than him, swear. You too hit for him.” You gave him a discussed look and spoke “please go away, your being rude and immature.” Cal asked “what’s going on Y/n?” You turned sighing n in relief as you heard Cal. You replied “these boys were wonder if I could give them my number.” Cal raised an eyebrow and spoke “was there need to call her a bitch?” The boy protested “yeah, she isn’t giving me her number.” Cal glanced at Harry making sure he was filming the conversation. Cal spoke “well if she said no, why are you asking still?” The boys kept protesting and in the end the security guards removed the immature boys out of the shop. Cal checked up on you which you were fine.

You looked at Harry and asked “did you get that?” He nodded. You then explained to the two boys and the camera what happened you also looked at the camera and added “if your like those boys please don’t come over to me in public. If you know me I like when people say hi or ask for a photo but don’t be a dick to me, ok?”. Cal was angry at those boys, cause this never happens to you. And cause you and Cal are close he felt the need to protect you. He was like a brother to you, which was cute in your eye.

After your small day out, you three entered the apartment. You texted Harry beforehand asking if he was filming which he wasn’t. You call out “Harry?!” He called back “yeah?!” You walked into the kitchen to see him sat at the booth with his laptop in front of him. You said “you’d never guess what happened at fucking M&S?!” He raised an eyebrow “what happened.” You explain everything and then Harry showed your boyfriend the video clip. Harry was annoyed at that, he hated these type of people. He never liked interacting with people while he was doing everyday tasks. So to see this frustrated him.

As Harry was editing a video, you were sat in the bed with Cal. Cal would hold up a piece of gym clothing and you’d say keep or give depending on the item of clothing. Cal held up a blue pair of cycling shorts, you couldn’t remember if you had worn them the other day. You looked at Harry and asked “Harry? Did I wear them last week?” He turn in his chair and looked at the shorts Cal held up. He replied “yeah, you getting rid of them?” You shook your head “oh no, they are my good shorts.” You remember as you saw the small logo on the inside of the waist band. Harry smirked and said “good.” Making a little joke there for you to giggle at and Cal made a grossed out face. You then bridging out with laughter.

It was now evening, meaning dinner was around the corner. So you got Cal to help you out, along with Harry. So all three roommates helped cook dinner for the night. And to say it was delicious was an understatement.

So after dinner, you decided to stream. Leaving Cal to have his own time, after a while Cal and Harry got bored so as the ‘best’ roommates they were; they went to your room and have gave your peaceful and loving stream, some energy. They were cracking jokes left right and Center while laughing loudly. The stream you were doing was a house decorating video, you were currently making the living room and since the boys were there you asked “what do you think? Should I add some blue to match the green?” The boys moved closer to your pc screen and agreed to add some blue and they also complement you living room “I’d buy that house if I could.” And “you should’ve been a fucking interior designer not a fucking streamer.” Once again your three erupted with laughter.

After the late night stream you all went to bed. And with the next morning you decided to do the outro “so guys, hope you enjoyed me controlling Carl’s video for the day! Like and subscribe have a good day!”

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moonlitmarn · 2 years

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Imagine/smut with y/n and Harry (not bf and gf yet) but the sexual tension could be cut with a knife and the others notice and comment on it and that sends you both over the edge and well…

Please, He Wishes | Harry Lewis ♡

I have not written smut in a hot minute so pls forgive me lols (also check out my fics they have better smut hehe)

“I don’t know why you won’t just go over there,” Talia whisper-yelled, shoving Y/N lightly.

She rolled her eyes, “And do what? Strangle him?”

It was Freezy’s birthday and everyone was at the apartment to celebrate. They’d all been friends for years, but for some reason, Y/N and Harry always seemed to clash. Even after five years of knowing eachother, they couldn’t get through an evening without making a snarky comment at one another.

“Oh please,” Freya scoffed, “You know the real reason you guys don’t get along,”

Y/N furrowed her brows, bringing the red solo cup back toward her lips as she locked eyes with the blonde haired boy across the room.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“You want to rip eachother’s clothes off!” She exclaimed, making Y/N’s eyes widen significantly, “It’s so obvious.”

Y/N shuffled awkwardly as she leant against the countertop. This wasn’t true. He was just irritating and thrived off of pushing her buttons. She watched as he watched her, Y/N never backed down from a challenge and she certainly wasn’t going to be the one to break first.

“See, he might as well be undressing you,” Talia nodded, all nonchalant.

Y/N laughed, “Please. He wishes.”

Joining everyone around the table for a round of beer pong, Freezy had split the room in half. Of course, Y/N ended up on Harry’s team, he did it on purpose and she knew that.

Throwing the ball and missing, her team groaned whilst the others cheered. Y/N sighed and turned to head to the back of the group, brushing past Harry in the process.

“You know, the ball is meant to go in the cup,” He announced.

“You know, your head is meant to be on top of your body, not up your ass.” Y/N retorted, making everyone ooh.

Talia sent Y/N a telling look from across the room and she brushed it off. She wasn’t right.

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It was getting late and everyone was beyond the point of saving, people sprawled across couches and fighting over who got the bathroom first. Y/N, on the other hand, was tipsy… but not to the point that she couldn’t make her way home.

So with that, Y/N gently lifted Freya off of her shoulder, who had passed out several hours ago, and made her way to the corridor, preparing to book an Uber.

“Not like you to leave the party early,”

Y/N turned to see Harry leant against the doorway, arms folded. She shrugged, “Everyones dead, funs over.”

She watched as he stood there, eyes trailing down her body slowly. She folded her arms as she waited for his reply, if any.

There was silence for brief a moment, before he spoke up, “It doesn’t have to be.”

Y/N’s brow raised, glancing around the fairly quiet apartment, “And what are you implying?”

He smirked lightly and starting closing the distance between them, making Y/N’s palms sweat a little. This is the first time she’d looked into his eyes without rolling them afterwards. Despite the heeled boots, Harry still managed to look down at Y/N, making her breath catch in her throat.

Her skin burned as he trailed a finger up her arm, “I won’t tell if you don’t,”

Before Y/N could register what Harry was insinuating, his hand came to the back of her neck and pulled her in for a kiss. Her first instinct was to push him away and, to be honest, shove him. But, as his hands began to wander, her train of thought was gone and suddenly her arms were wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer.

“Let’s go,” He mumbled against her neck as he peppered kisses along her collarbone.

Taking his hand and following Harry to his bedroom, he wasted no time in locking the door and reconnecting their lips. The kiss was fiery, hands wandering, shoes kicked off and frantically trying to tear clothing off of one another.

His hands skimmed her thighs before pulling her dress up over her head so that she was standing in nothing but a black thong, he stood back for a moment to take in her appearance. Y/N scoffed and rolled her eyes, “Stop staring and get on the bed,”

For once, he done as he was told and laid on the bed, Y/N soon climbing on to straddle his hips. She sat down abruptly, making him grunt and her smirk. Leaning forward to kiss down his neck, she ran her fingers under his t-shirt and tugged at the hems, “Take it off.”

“I don’t recall saying you could be in charge,”

Harry’s arms locked around Y/N’s waist and turned them over so that she was now flush against the mattress, a small squeal leaving her lips in surprise. Pinning her arms above her head, he pressed his hips further into hers, allowing a small moan to leave Y/N’s lips. He smirked a little before carrying on his assault down her neck, finding that particular spot behind her ear that made her toes curl.

Peppering kisses down her stomach, his large hands roamed her body before his fingers hooked the waistband of her thong and pulled them down her thighs. He sat up briefly for a moment, pulling his t-shirt over his head making Y/N sigh and take in his bare torso.

Y/N parted her legs a little wider, desperate for any sort of attention that would relieve the ache between her thighs. Harry noticed this and got comfortable between her legs, large hands holding them apart as he took one swipe against her clit, “Fuck,”

Y/N’s head fell against the pillow as an aura washed over her, whimpering as she felt his lips trail along her hot skin, refusing to give her any more attention in the area where she so desperately needed him.

“Please…” She whined quietly, reaching for his hair to tug on ever so slightly. He grunted at the action and looked up at her from his position between her thighs.

“Someones impatient,”

She rolled her eyes and raised her hips slightly, “If you don’t touch me now I swear to Go- oh,”

Y/N moaned as his lips attached to her throbbing core, his tongue paying extra close attention to the tiny bundle of nerves. Her fingers laced in his hair as she closed her eyes tightly, relishing in the euphoria she was feeling.

“Don’t stop,”

Just as she was verging on her high, Harry pulled away slowly and smirked, making Y/N sit up on her forearms, “You’ve got to be kidding me,”

Even in this state they were able to find a challenge, a way to argue.

Y/N watched as Harry sat up on his knees, her eyes trailing down to where his joggers left nothing to the imagination. She leant forward and reached for the waistband, her eyes meeting his briefly before she pulled them down slowly.

Harry leant forward and reconnected their lips, laying her down slowly and settling between her thighs. Y/N gasped quietly as she felt him running the tip up and down her centre before pushing in slowly, painfully slowly.

Breaking the kiss, Y/N turned her head to the side to let out a moan. Harry nestled in the crook of her neck as he found a steady rhythm with his hips.

“Fuck, you feel good,” He moaned, making Y/N nod quickly in agreement and wrap a leg around him.

Their chests were pressed together as Harry’s hips moved quicker, curse words and moans filling the air. He continued to kiss down her neck, Y/N’s lip being pulled between her teeth as she felt the pressure change, he was leaving a hickey.

“You’re so fucking annoying,” She moaned, tugging at his hair slightly.

“Likewise,”

Harry’s thrusts grew sloppy and Y/N could feel herself getting closer. “Keep going, don’t you dare stop,” She cried.

“Go on, cum for me,”

Her head was thrown back against the pillow as her high finally washed over her, “Oh God, yes, I’m there,”

Y/N rode her high, Harry's head still buried in the crook of her neck. His thrusts quickened for a moment before they stilled, “I’m gonna cum,” Harry groaned.

Pulling out, Y/N’s eyes opened slowly, but practically rolled to the back of her head as she watched Harry wrap a large hand around his cock, stroking it quickly, chest heaving.

“Oh fuck,”

Collapsing down beside her, they laid in silence, the only sounds being heard were their heavy breaths and their chests rising and falling quickly.

Y/N waited a moment before sitting up slowly, running a hand through her hair.

“Where are you going?”

She turned to Harry to see him looking over at her, brows furrowed.

“Um… home?”

He chuckled and shook his head, “Oh, we are nowhere near done.”

#wroetoshaw x reader #w2s #wroetoshaw #w2s imagine #w2s x reader #sdmn #sidemen #harry lewis #fanfic #behzinga #harry lewis imagine #wroetoshaw smut #wroetoshaw imagine #tbjzl #zerkaa #vikkstar123 #harry lewis x reader #harry lewis smut #harrylewis

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wroetobjizzle · 9 months

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𝐖𝟐𝐒 | 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐥𝐞𝐰𝐢𝐬

imagines..

𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬 ✧

“will you marry me?“

𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 ✧

𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 ✧

𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 ✧

𝐩𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐲 ✧

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𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐: 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟑: 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰

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𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟓: 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟔: 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡

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#w2s #wroetoshaw #harry lewis #w2s x reader #w2s imagine #sidemen #sdmn

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ndlqzrz · 6 months

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- Harry Lewis (w2s) nsfw alphabet - (request)

Hey so again I don’t know too much about the sidemen (except Simon🤭) watched them a couple of times but its mainly beta squad for me, so im so sorry if this is inaccurate because I don’t know him too well, but hope you enjoy!!<3

Also this is heavily (and I mean HEAVILY) inspired by @g-xix ‘s one on him, so please go check that one out cause its probably way more accurate than this, also love their writing so deffo check them out‼️

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A = After care (what they’re like after sex)

Mans is showering you with kisses, whether it be on the neck, cheek, forehead, or somewhere else (🫢) he’s kissing you, everywhere. He definitely worry’s to make sure your okay and always cuddles you aswell (awh☹️🫶🏻). When its time for a shower or bath he’s definitely letting you lean on him while walking over (or carrying you, you never know🤷‍♀️)

B = body part (their favourite body part of there’s and their partner’s)

Honestly pretty basic but he’s definitely a tits guy. Like idk he gives off tit vibes, like he probably loves kissing them, holding them, sucking them, you name it. His favourite body part of his is maybe his hands? Like idk why but I feel like he loves the fact he’s strong yk? Like he can use them in different ways too yk 😨

C = Cum (anything to do with cum)

He definitely loves seeing you covered in it, yours or his, he doesn’t care. He isn’t a massive fan of what it feels like after its dried in so after he’s always rushing to tidy you up so its not messy. Don’t get me wrong, he loves releasing in you as-well, you whimpering while he does always turns him on.

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

He’s definitely submissive. You can’t tell me this man is dominant, like okay, he can be a switch but he gives of such submissive vibes😭. (Nothing wrong w that😻) He can be dominant, like when he’s dominant, HE’S DOMINANT. But when he’s submissive.. oh my days he’s submissive. You get me?

E = Experience (how experienced are they, do they know what there doing?)

He’s definitely not inexperienced, he would be open to trying new things with you, but he’s not very very experienced (you can help him be xx)

F = Favourite position

Cow girls is the obvious one but why do I think he’d enjoy missionary? Probably both ig just depends on the day tbh.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment?)

So goofy it got to the point where you had a full on discussion with him about the way he talks during sex. Like don’t get me wrong he’s good at dirty talking, but tell me why he’s cracking awful dad jokes while thrusting in and out of you? Honestly I’d have a discussion w him too babe..

H = Hair (How well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? Etc.)

I think there’s definitely hair down there but its took care off. Well managed but sometimes he just doesn’t care, so you remind him. 💀

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment?)

He’s definitely into taking it slow and kissing you while just telling you how much he loves you, but he’s also into rough, dirty talk, spanking, the lots, so both.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Probably wanks whenever your not with him, he sometimes texts you in the middle of the night asking for you to send stuff or even just call him and talk him through his orgasm, maybe even if you deny it to him through the phone (like I said he definitely loves being dominated).

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Icl he’s into dominatrix stuff. You can’t tell me otherwise. Probably loves being tied up, marked with your hickies, spanked, whipped, literally everything like that. Loves being dominated and especially when you degrade and praise him at the same time. Like having you say ‘good boy’ to him while also saying how pathetic he is after cumming for the 6th time? He loves it.

L = Location (favourite place to do it)

His or your bedroom. Occasionally he’ll do hotel rooms but it doesn’t happen often (unless..you want it to?🤭) He probably wouldn’t take the risk tho because he’d be so embarrassed if yous got caught.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Literally anything, he loves you, like if you bend down, suddenly your fucking in the kitchen. If he knows your horny he’ll definitely take the opportunity.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

I think he’s open to try anything but he’s definitely not into piss play or wtv that is. Every-time he hears about it he gets disgusted.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Definitely giving. Don’t get me wrong he loves getting head, especially when he’s tied up so he can’t control it, but he’s definitely someone who prefers giving. He loves the taste of your pussy & the way it looks, he just loves you. ‼️

P = Pace (are they fast and rough or slow and sensual? Etc.)

I feel like he’d definitely prefer slow and sensual, more of a loving romantic man and he’d love fucking you slowly while telling you how beautiful you are, but in saying that he loves fast and rough, especially when your in control.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Hates them, nothing worse than not being able to fuck you probably knowing he has to leave soon. They almost never happen, he prefers when yous have all the time in the world.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? Etc. )

He’s definitely open to experimenting and trying to things but doesn’t like taking risks, like I said he hates the idea of someone walking in on yous mid sex.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

He could probably go for a solid 2-3, 4 is pushing it but the odd time he’ll do 4, it honestly depends on his mood and what he’s feeling.

T = Toys (do they own any toys? Do they use them? On there partner or on themself?)

Ngl he probably has a whole drawer of stuff you can use on him, cock rings, vibrators, you name it. Doesn’t use them on you a lot because he can satisfy you other ways.

U = Unfair (do they like to tease)

He probably forgets how to tease you, he’s so focused on fucking you he doesn’t care. However, he loves and hates when you tease him, gets him horny but knowing he has to wait til he gets home is what kills him.

V = Volume (how loud are they? What sounds do they make? Etc.)

He isn’t really loud but can be, mostly just lets out grunts and groans and also high pitched whimpers and whines, especially when you dominate him.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Probably didn’t realise he liked being dominated until he met you, all it took was for you to bite his neck and stroke him through his pants and boom, he’s a sub.

X = X-Ray (lets see whats going on under those clothes)

Not insanely big, bang average, 5-6, but he’s thick. Very thick. He can work with thickness.

Y = Yearning (how high is there sex drive?)

High. He is needy, like 24/7, always letting you know he needs you and when you don’t give him what he wants he turns into a brat, but don’t worry, he’s only doing that so you can punish him harder yk🗣️‼️

Z = ZZZ (do they fall asleep straight after, are they tired or still have energy?)

After he finishes taking care of you he’s gone, like fast asleep, snoring n everything. Definitely if yous went for 3-4 rounds.

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Hope you’s enjoyed this, as I said I don’t know him that well so I could only do this off inspo and from the brief stuff ik about him, also heavily inspired by @g-xix !! Go check out there one its amazing‼️🫶🏻

Love yous, please request more btw especially smut because I needa get used to writing it😭

#aj shabeel #beta squad #chunkz #king kenny #kingkennytv #niko omilana #sharky #w2s #harry w2s #harry lewis #sidemen #sdmn #ndlqz

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ddnvlc · 8 months

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Me watching sidemen videos, pretending I know something about cars:

#sidemen #sdmn #harry lewis #ksi #behzinga #miniminter #wroetoshaw #ethan payne #knowledge #simon minter

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wroetobog · 7 months

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{ ☁️ } the boys at vik’s wedding in malta!!

#LOOK AT HARRY OMG #i love them so so so much #sidemen #sdmn #xix #wroetoshaw #vikkstar123 #ksi #zerkaa #tobjizzle #behzinga #miniminter

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inevesgf · 2 months

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PERFECT PAIR ⠀,⠀ arthurtv.

synopsis ✩ what it’s like dating arthurtv!

warnings: mentions of sex, gender neutral!reader.

authors note: went on a little roadtrip this weekend so i spent my time writing some highly requested headcanons for arthur! i have a lot of inspiration to write so hopefully this week i can push out two posts instead of the usual one. xx

• clingy boyfriend energy, but at its finest. just loves to be around you — especially in your arms. hence this, his love language is physical touch with quality time sprinkled in there.

• he loves to watch movies with you. will show you his favorite movies and make you pay attention to every little detail and explain when you miss important things, but you love it anyways.

• loves to take you out on date nights! arthur is one for little adventures so he prefers to do an escape room, go on a hike, etc than stay in or have a fancy dinner.

• is actually the type of person to message you “are you busy this weekend?” and when you say no, he sends you screenshots of plane or train tickets to a weekend getaway as a surprise.

• all about living in the moment — i feel like arthur definitely would take candid photos of you which his camera roll is FULL of. he cherishes these memories more than anything.

• and of course, in return, you also take plenty of a photos of him. i’m sure both of you have folders in your camera roll only dedicated to photos of each other.

• shared playlist that you both cherish soo dearly. definitely filled with songs by the 1975, hozier and lorde — he probably stole most of your music taste from this playlist.

• because of your similar music taste, he also likes to book spontaneous concert tickets once an artist you like is performing near you. he will dance and sing with you in the crowd like you two are the only people on earth.

• he’ll play the playlist loudly in the car with you and you both will sing aloud to every song at the top of your lungs.

• will definitely drive to the beach or stop driving when it’s raining just to crank up the radio and dance in the sand or in the rain with you.

• loves to be near you in anyway. is addicted to you sitting on his lap, minding your own business, while he edits or works on things he needs to.

• big spoon though he doesn’t mind being the little spoon when he hasn’t had the best day. but prefers you to lay your head on his chest and play with your hair.

• loves to hug your from behind while you’re preparing food, etc. he shoves his head into the crook of your neck and sways back and forth as he leaves little kisses on the back of your neck.

• pda does happen between you two, but it’s never anything excessive. arthur will hold your hand while you two are walking and snake his arm around your shoulder or waist when you two are standing around.

• pda does increase when he is drunk though. i imagine you having to pick him up after doing platform roulette with arthur and george — he’s just so exhausted that all he wants to do is lay on you and sleep and pepper your face in hundreds of kisses.

• i have a feeling arthur definitely caught feelings first. maybe you two had mutual friends and you’d see each other at get togethers and parties — everyone would try and convince him to say something but all he could do was look at you in awe because he was so nervous.

• big friends to lovers vibes where he becomes less shy overtime and finally starts to flirt with you — to the best of his ability that is.

• “you’re cute.” “what?” “i said you uhhh look like a fruit.” “that doesn’t make any sense…?”

• eventually, with the help of some liquid courage, he’d confess to you without directly saying that he fancies you.

• “that sounds like you’re flirting with me, mr tv.” “i have been for MONTHS now.” “well you’re not that good at it — but it worked.”

• your first kiss was definitely you trying to make him shut up by interrupting him with one. he would be absolutely shocked, but kisses back because it’s something he’s been wanting for awhile.

• all your friends joke that you wear the pants in the relationship even though you feel like it is mutually shared.

• in the bedroom though, that is, arthur usually likes you to be the more dominant one which you happily oblige too.

• he likes you on top of him, letting your fingers tangle in the back of his hair and pulling on it slightly.

• he allows you to leave hickeys on his neck and collarbones of which he doesn’t cover up. he doesn’t show them off, but likes having them on him as a token of your love.

• talks to his friends about you, especially when he’s drunk and extra in awe of you. he talks about how happy you make him and your little adventures that you go on — it’s sure to make george and chris a little jealous that he is so lucky to have someone like you.

• black cat boyfriend all the way. introverted and intuitive, but lets loose around you and his close friends.

#arthurtv #arthurtv x reader #arthur frederick #george clarke #george clarke x reader #chaos crew #chrismd #sidemen #callux #ksi #miniminter #calfreezy #chrismd x reader #fanfic #sidemen fanfic #callux x reader #sdmn #youtube #fanfiction

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thencomethecherryblossoms · 6 months

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Just remembered that bang chan and the sidemen know of each other and how fucking insane I would go if I ever saw harry lewis and him in a picture together

#I would lose my mind so fucking fast man!!!#bc they are both so gorgeous #bang chan #stray kids #sidemen #w2s #wroetoshaw #harry lewis #sdmn #sidemen imagine #w2s imagine

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g-xix · 5 months

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Sidemen Masterlist

☁️= fluff, 🔞= smut, 💢 = angst

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!! Send litr anything in thru the inbox n i'll write it (or not)... No promises it'll be done any time soon tho :DD

writing for: Tobi Brown, Harry Lewis, JJ Olatunji

Tobi TBJZL Brown

"20 v 1" - where Tobi is subject to a 20 v 1 and finds one date a lot more interesting than the rest... ☁️"How the Sidemen (& more) would react to seeing you crying" 🔞"Charity Match" - Whereby as Tobi pulls his top of victoriously after the charity match, someone notices a few seemingly suspicious markings over his body... 🔞"GTA n BJ's" - A oneshot story in which Tobi learns that teasing his girlfriend and expecting her not to retaliate is a bigger mistake than he could ever even begin to imagine... 🔞"Eating out Headcanons" - Sidemen Headcanons of what the boys would be like giving you cunnilingus 🔞"Getting their ass ate HC's" - super brief HC's of the SDMN getting their ass eaten ☁️"Harry Potter x Sidemen AU headcanons" - goofy lil headcanons of the Sidemen in an alternate, Harry Potter n Hogwarts Universe

Simon mini-Minter

☁️"How the Sidemen (& more) would react to seeing you crying" ☁️"Scrambled Eggs." - Platonic, JJ x reader x Deji x Simon oneshot inspired by "World's hardest cooking challenge" Sidemen Sunday, whereby Deji, JJ, Simon and Y/n come home from school and see the Olatunji parents aren't home, and try to cook something. Emphasis on the try... ☁️"Harry Potter x Sidemen AU headcanons" - goofy lil headcanons of the Sidemen in an alternate, Harry Potter n Hogwarts Universe

Ethan BEHZINGA Payne

☁️"How the Sidemen (& more) would react to seeing you crying" ☁️"Harry Potter x Sidemen AU headcanons" - goofy lil headcanons of the Sidemen in an alternate, Harry Potter n Hogwarts Universe

Josh ZERKAA Bradley

☁️"How the Sidemen (& more) would react to seeing you crying" 🔞"Anniversary" - Happy anniversary! Too bad that whilst Josh tries to enjoy a romantic restaurant date, you're all too riled up and escalate the sexual tension across the table until the two of you can't stand it anymore- so much so that you don't even manage to make it home before you're naked 🔞"Eating out Headcanons" - Sidemen Headcanons of what the boys would be like giving you cunnilingus ☁️"Harry Potter x Sidemen AU headcanons" - goofy lil headcanons of the Sidemen in an alternate, Harry Potter n Hogwarts Universe

JJ KSI Olatunji

☁️💢"Chocolate eyes" - Why is jealousy the emotion it took for JJ to finally admit his feelings for you? | Brother's best friend!OC ☁️"How the Sidemen (& more) would react to seeing you crying" 🔞"Quarter-to" - JJ just cannot keep it in his pants and wait until after dinner reservations to fuck you- can you need to race against time to get yourselves off and get to your that restaurant in time? 🔞"KSI NSFW alphabet" 🔞"Seven Minutes in Heaven" - Seven minutes. Locked in a cramped, confined closet with the man you'd been teasing all night, merciless to his touch for those savoured seven minutes where your friends can hear everything within those four thin, wooden walls. ☁️"Scrambled Eggs." - Platonic, JJ x reader x Deji x Simon oneshot inspired by "World's hardest cooking challenge" Sidemen Sunday, whereby Deji, JJ, Simon and Y/n come home from school and see the Olatunji parents aren't home, and try to cook something. Emphasis on the try... 🔞"Eating out Headcanons" - Sidemen Headcanons of what the boys would be like giving you cunnilingus 🔞"Getting their ass ate HC's" - super brief HC's of the SDMN getting their ass eaten ☁️"Harry Potter x Sidemen AU headcanons" - goofy lil headcanons of the Sidemen in an alternate, Harry Potter n Hogwarts Universe

Vik VIKKSTAR123 Barn

☁️"How the Sidemen (& more) would react to seeing you crying" ☁️"Harry Potter x Sidemen AU headcanons" - goofy lil headcanons of the Sidemen in an alternate, Harry Potter n Hogwarts Universe

Harry W2S Lewis

☁️"How the Sidemen (& more) would react to seeing you crying" 🔞W2S NSFW alphabet 💢"Pregnant" - Careless sex turns into something more serious which has you panicking over how the hell Harry will accept it... 🔞"Threesome" - W2s x reader x ChrisMD in a post-pub drunken mess of horny brains and hard cocks 🔞"Lockdown vids pt 1" - You're too horny to wait for Harry to finish his recording with Chris, Will and Stephen, yet come to realise the consequences to the impatience of your actions... Part of [KINKTOBER] 🔞"Lockdown vids pt 2" - When Will and Chris catch you two fucking whilst on a Discord call, and just can't help but join... Part of [KINKTOBER] 🔞"Eating out Headcanons" - Sidemen Headcanons of what the boys would be like giving you cunnilingus 🔞"Getting their ass ate HC's" - super brief HC's of the SDMN getting their ass eaten ☁️"Harry Potter x Sidemen AU headcanons" - goofy lil headcanons of the Sidemen in an alternate, Harry Potter n Hogwarts Universe

looking for someone you can't find? Head back to the main masterlist to check out the other masterlists to see if the person you're looking for is there! Don't be scared to send a message via DMs or thru the inbox if you need any help xx

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daughter-ofthe-sun · 7 months

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The Boys at Vik’s wedding

#this photo is so sweet #🥹🥹🥹#they’re so cute #they all look so happy #i love them so much #they all look so good #new favourite picture #I’m so happy for vikk man #sdmn #sidemen #vikkstar123 #zerkaa #miniminter #tobjizzle #ksi #behzinga #wroetoshaw #youtube

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sidemenxyn · 6 months

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Hey:)))

So I requested ur platonic Sidemen head cannons fic (I loved it btw tysm!!). And I was wondering if you could do another where's she's at the JJ Vs Tommy Fury fight with all the boys and their partners and just like cheering him on and congratulating him for all his effort on training and stuff even tho he didn't win.

Thanks<3

Of course I can do this for you! I felt so gutted for JJ when I heard the results he did his best and he tried so I’m proud of him on that!

Sidemen x Y/n

Tw: language, fighting (sport), anger,

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Tonight’s the night, JJ your longtime friend is once again boxing. You were nervous to say the least, he was going against Tommy, Tommy Fury. So of course you were nervous, so was the boys but you were confident JJ could find the confidence he would need to beat Tommy.

You looked back over your outfit, you wore a black dress (or a outfit of ur choice). You looked stunning, currently you were sitting in the mini van on your way to the stadium. You were sat next to Harry, resting your head onto his shoulder trying by to ease the nerves. Harry looked down and saw you fidgeting with your hands, so being a good friend he placed his hand on yours. Feeling like it would help your nerves he held you hand. That’s the thing about you and the boys relationship, just because you are friends doesn’t mean you weren’t aloud to hold a hand or hug them. That’s what you enjoyed about being friends with them. Harry spoke “don’t worry, you know JJ will do well.” You nodded and said “I know, I’ve always been like this since the Joe Weller fight.” You chuckled a little remembering JJ’s first time boxing.

Turning up outside the event, Harry helped you out the van. Seeing all your friends together made your nerves ease somewhat. You stayed close to the boys as you knew these events can be overcrowded. Getting into the building you guys made your way to the bar you vip people could go to. You said your hellos and took a few photos with fans as you made your way to the bar.

Finally getting into the quieter vip lounge, you heard Ethan shout “Y/n! Want a drink?” You nodded and replied “the usual please!” He nodded as he asked for your drink. Walking over you said “nice view of the ring anyways.” Ethan said “yeah, considering we couldn’t go ringside, it’s a nice view.” He handed you your drink which you thanked him.

Talking with the girls, you all made up some time. After watching a few of the fights, Simon placed a hand on your shoulder and spoke “come with me, JJ wants to see you.” You nodded. He wanted to see you not just because your friends. But you helped him get into boxing as you grew up in the sport. JJ admired you when it came to the sport as you were so passionate and knowledgeable about it. Your dad grew up on it too so you and your father helped JJ along side his team.

Walking into the changing room, you saw his team. Then JJ appeared from behind two people. Once he spotted you he smiled “Hey Y/n,” you smiled walking over to him “Hi JJ, how you feeling?” He nodded “good, I feel ready” you smiled “great, remember everything we’ve fought you.” He always listened to your mini speech before leaving the changing room. You said “no matter the outcome, you know if you’ve worked hard enough that you have one yourself over. If you feel your not doing something right, then that’s probably why, so when you hear the bell ring, go back to your corner and think of what is happening and then go back in the round a new man, ok?” He nodded feeling more confident. “Just remember JJ.. the boys, your team, your fans and myself are proud of you no matter what. Remember that you deserve to be the best version of yourself no matter what cause at the end of the day; you are the one that needs to be lost proud of yourself whatever the outcome may be.” He nodded. You lastly said “you know what I always say.” JJ replied “if you’ve worked hard enough then you’ve won mentally.” You nodded and gave him a hug then a kiss on his forehead “good luck JJ, do what you do best!” He smiled “thank you.” You waved goodbye as you headed back to the box.

After two more boxing matches, it was now JJ vs Tommy. You and everyone in the box watched closely as the two men did their walk outs. You watched closely as the round started.

*time skip (sos I don’t know that much of boxing so I don’t wanna waffle to you guys about something that may not even be right😂)*

You all felt on the edge of your seats as you wait for an arm to be lifted to declare who won. You held you hand with Faith as you were so nervous. From your view, you saw Tommy’s arm being lifted and hearing that he too had won. You hand fell faint in Faith’s hand. You felt so gutted for JJ, gosh you watched how hard he had worked for this and for it to be thrown away. You and the boys knew what he’s like when it comes to losing or at least when he’s worked hard for y and it not going his way. You all were mixed emotions on this, it seemed too wrong to be true.

After everyone was going to different places, you headed towards the changing room. You went over to JJ, you could hear him going on about the whole thing was rigged. The only thing that could calm him down was, you. (Sos cheesy ik)

You walked over to the two chairs, doing what you dad used to you with you when you were younger and had lost a boxing match. You grabbed the medical equipment and scissors. You took a seat and called him over “JJ, come here!” JJ looked at you and slowly walked over.

He took a seat in front of you and spoke “It was rigged! I swear Y/n!” You looked at him “listen, I know, just listen to what I have to say. I’m going to sound like my dad but just listen, ok?” He nodded. You started “I know it didn’t happen the way you wanted, life will do this. No matter how hard you work it can throw a lot of your good work away. When I was younger I’d be just like you and then my father would sit me down and tell me how losing will happen if it’s rigged or not.” JJ asked “youve been rigged before?” You nodded as you took his gloves off and started to cut the tape. “Listen I had a few boxing match rigged. One time the girl didn’t have padding on the inside of her glove. Remember that picture I used to show you?-” He nodded. “-yeah, well that was it. And another time I had the referee be the opponents father so of course they won. And did you know what my dad did?-” He shook his head. “- well he did two things, first he told the judges it was rigged then had an argument with the father and then he fought him in the car park.” JJ chuckled. You added “what I’m saying is, you and I both know you did incredible well. I mean come on JJ, you fought a man who’s considered a real boxer. That’s an accomplishment it’s self, you levelled up in the boxing game. You fought your best and you need to know we are proud of you.” He smiled “thank you Y/n.” You nodded “your welcome”

There was a comforting silence between you two as you finished up taking the tape off of him. JJ asked “Y/n? How did you get so many wins? Like when you box” you said “honestly.. I just find something about myself or about something in general that made me angry and just built the anger up and put that into my performance.” He nodded, then he pulled you into a hug. JJ spoke “thank you for everything Y/n, really means a lot.” You nodded “anything for a friend.”

Although JJ may have ‘lost’ he knew that no matter the outcome of your proud of what you did then you can win at your own game.

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