#sidemen background

[footballandfiasco]

i know nobody cares & this is a very niche problem i have but the fact that there are literally no pictures of harry at simon & talia's wedding when simon said in his podcast that he was the best looking!!!! crime!!! against me!!!

[wroetominter]

Charity Match - George Clarke

Oh shocker, I rise from the writing dead because I have the feels again and need to release them somehow. I hope everyone else feels the same as I do in saying, George better be in the sidemen charity match this spring!

Pairing: George Clarke X FemReader

Warnings: none, fluff.

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I had been a long time fan of the Sidemen and their friends for many years. I loved to watch their videos and support wherever I could. Merch drops, their random trading card drops, the like. When they announced they were doing yet another charity event, I jumped at the opportunity to finally attend.

Sat at my laptop, poised and ready to purchase a ticket when they dropped, I felt nerves creeping in, hoping I would get lucky enough to get the seat of my choosing.

Hearing the boys in a ChrisMD video playing in the background, my focus was temporarily drawn to them hiking a mountain. I couldn’t help be distracted by the words they were saying, soon snapping back to my computer as my options for Wembley stadium finally appeared. I panicked, searching for something that was close to where the players come on and off the pitch.

I purchased myself a ticket, feeling relieved that the pressure was over. Shutting my laptop, I was finally able to focus on the video in front of me.

In the months leading up to the game, the players had finally been announced. I wasn’t shocked to find that ChrisMD, and his channels frequent visitors the Arthur’s, George, and Isaac had also been selected to play. As a promotion, and probably to make the stands look like an authentic football match, they listed new merch on the Sidemen clothing website. This included mock football kit tops, sporting the different players so you could show your support. I was excited by this, wanting to differentiate other fans in the audience and build some friendships with like minded individuals around us.

Scrolling through the list of players, I knew pretty instantly the kit I was looking for. Selecting the YouTube all stars kit, personalized to the player “Clarkeey” as listed on the website. I completed my order and smiled, satisfied I would be well dressed for the game coming up so quickly.

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I finished my outfit with the new football top, tucking it into my jeans slightly to show off my belt. I decided rather casual outfit, seeing as I would be sitting in the stands for a good majority of the game I wanted to ensure I was comfortable. I had dressed in a black jean, with a matching black and gold belt, and some white Nike sneakers with my new football top. I had pulled my hair up, knowing a football match could get quite warm.

Pulling a few loose hairs down to frame my face, and popping my wallet, and lip balm into my pocket I was ready for the match.

The tube to Wembley ended up being extremely packed, as expected. I scoured social media to pass the time, watching story after story. I paused on George’s for a few extra moments, admiring how well he suited his football kit in the photo he took with Chris before the match.

I was quite drawn to the man, finding both his looks and his humor alluring. The type of person that draws you in just by looking at a camera. I stopped my swoon as the train stopped, and we all filed out to get to the stadium.

I quickly found my seat, deciding to grab a drink before the match as well. I settled on a pint, taking it back to my seat and admiring the view of the pitch, and the group of men practicing in front of me. Although I do enjoy the actual football aspect of the matches, you can’t blame a girl for also finding pleasure in watching a pitch full of attractive men run around for 90 minutes.

Locking my eyes to the area in front of me, where I quickly spotted #3, “Clarkeey”. He was practicing between him and ArthurTV, looking incredibly focused. From their videos, George’s competitive side had always been apparent to me. He was quite good at the majority of challenges they had done, finishing in the top three ranks on most occasions. It was no surprise to me that he likely had been practicing his match skills for weeks, or months prior to the match.

I realized I had been staring, but I could have sworn that he looked back up to me. I felt a blush creeping to my cheeks, realizing that he likely had not looked at me, but into the crowd of thousands of people. I brushed it off and snapped a few photos of myself and the pitch, posting them to my stories and socials to show off that I was indeed at the match that day. If it didn’t end up on social media, did it really even happen?

Looking around me, I decided to check out who had been sitting near me as the crowds began to settle in with the match starting soon. To my left, was only three empty seats remaining, whereas to my right, there seemed to be a group of older school age boys cheering on the sidemen as they warmed up. I was roughly three rows from the front, happy I had paid the extra amount to have such close seats as I could see the players ready to begin the match with precise detail from my seats.

The three people needing their seats to my left finally showed, and I recognized them pretty quickly. It ended up being none other than the parents and sister of Chris. I smiled at them politely as they took their seats, Kelly next to me.

“I’m glad I’m sat next to another girl, and not the screaming boys just down there” she said to me, “I’m Kelly, what’s your name?”

I giggled slightly at her remarks to the boys to my right. “I’m Y/n, nice to meet you. You’re Chris’ family, right?” She nodded.

“Yes, the few unlucky enough to call that weirdo family” we laughed together and spent the next few minutes chit chatting. I found myself relaxing more with her, knowing I had someone to talk to helped ease my nerves of coming here alone.

The match started, and the excitement and fun made the time fly by. Cheering as goals came and went, jumping up with his family when Chris scored a goal, and cheering everyone on when the game was over and the winners announced. This year, the YouTube Allstars had taken the trophy! They raised Chris up, holding the trophy and I stood there clapping like a proud mom, watching the group of lads I frequently watched with so much joy between them.

Snapped from my trance, I felt one of the boys to my right tap my arm. Turning to face him to see what he wanted. “Are you George’s girlfriend?” He asked. I was a little taken aback by this, wondering where he could have gotten that impression.

“No, just a fan. Sorry” was all I could think of in response. I clocked one of his friends filming this interaction on his phone.

“Oh, seemed like it from the kit, my bad.” He walked away with his mates, clearly trying to make their way to the front to get closer to the lads. Strange, I thought to myself.

I told Kelly about the interaction and she laughed with me. She pulled me in a little closer, wanting to whisper her next statement to me. “I’m going to bring you down to the pitch with us when we go see Chris” she said. My mouth agape I stared at her, which made her start to laugh.

“Are you sure that’s okay?” I asked her. I was of course excited, but equally nervous for this.

“Yea, absolutely! I was given a plus one and didn’t use it. And I like hanging out with you, you make these events fun. I hope we can do something together soon after this as well. It’s tough to find a friend that both knows this weird world I’m attached to, but simultaneously doesn’t just use me for information about my brother.” I smiled at her kind words.

“Yes, let’s absolutely hang out more. I agree, finding friends in general living alone in London has been difficult for me as well.”

We sat in our seats, waiting for the crowds to die down a bit before security was to come grab us and bring us down to the pitch for family and friend celebrations.

Scrolling through instagram, I found myself on the export page seeing different posts from the match. I saw one in particular that caught my eye. It was a photo of the back of Kelly and I, standing and cheering. With my hair tied up you could clearly see the “Clarkeey” written across my back as we cheered.

The caption read “Chris’ sister and apparently George’s secret girl cheer YTAS on.” I was dumbfounded. This was the second time in the last fifteen minutes I had been told I was George’s supposed secret girl. Looking through the comments I found many people commenting that they thought the same thing after seeing me at the match. A few comments didn’t seem shocked by seeing me, quoting “she is his type after all”. I turned my phone off, trying to shake this from my head as we were led from the stands down to the pitch.

We went to Chris first, obviously so his parents could congratulate them. I was introduced as Kelly’s friend, which although true felt funny as we were incredibly recently friends.

“Congratulations Chris, your goal was so fun to watch!” I told him.

“Thanks Y/n, I’m glad you enjoyed it. I heard we broke last years record for money raised as well, overall I would call this a pretty successful day.” I agreed with Chris’ words.

An arm was soon brought around Chris’ shoulders as we stood around talking. I looked at the new addition to the group, finding George now standing with us.

His hair was slightly stuck down to his forehead from sweat, and he smiled at the group, clearly on cloud 9 from the days events.

“Hello Chris and family” he said, acknowledging the rest of us. His family politely said hello, and Chris’ mom came to give him a hug. I assumed they were well acquainted from how long him and Chris had been friends.

With George stood next to me, it felt rude between the two of us not to introduce ourselves as Chris and his family had become distracted in their conversation.

George turned slightly towards me, sparking the conversation.

“I don’t think we’ve met properly, I’m George Clarke.” He said extending a hand to me. I shook his hand.

“I’m Y/n, supposedly your secret girlfriend.” I mentally face palmed at my awkward conversation starter.

His eyes raised and I rolled mine, pulling out my phone to show him the numerous posts I had found. He laughed at a few of the fanboy comments, cheering him on.

“What sparked this debate online?” He asked with a seriously charming smirk on his face.

I turned my back towards him, showing off the kit I was sporting. He laughed,

“Ahh, yes. That makes sense.” We laughed together.

“And apparently I’m your type, so the people around me sort of assumed, since I was with Chris’ family.” I said.

I was happy that this conversation didn’t feel awkward. It felt light and filled with banter. Knowing my usual track record with men, this conversation was 10 times better than my usual interactions.

“To be fair to them, you are my type.” He said. I felt myself freeze slightly, just staring back at him. I could tell he felt nervous about my reaction to his words based on the words he had just spit out. I nudged him slightly, playing into his flirtatious nature.

“Well if the kit wasn’t obvious enough, you’re my type as well so I suppose they aren’t far off of their assumptions.” George agreed with me and we had a laugh together. Our moment being spoiled by the other lads, ArthurTV, Arthur Hill, Bach, Reev, and a few others joining the group and talking about the major after party celebration they were planning.

“You need to come, pleaseeeee” Kelly dragged out grabbing my arm. Of course, I was secretly praying I was going to be invited. Wanting to continue the conversation George and I were having.

“Of course, I’ll be there.” I said to Kelly, catching George looking at me from the side, a smile forming on his lips. I couldn’t help but blush to myself. Immediately wanting to tell Kelly about the entire interaction I pulled her to the side, filling her in on the details.

“Oh my god, yes! I am making it my personal mission to make sure you talk tonight!” She squealed. It felt so nice to have a wing woman on my side for this.

With this being a party, I wanted to go home and freshen up a bit. Kelly asked to tag along so she could get a rest from the big crowd. I agreed of course, as we made our way back to my flat.

I showed her a couple different outfit choices. Bring it was March and still a bit chilly outside, I settled on a nice but casual sweater top, and some new jeans to compliment. I felt put together but casual so I would still be comfortable.

We talked endlessly about the party, as Kelly begged me to tell her again about the conversation I had with George.

“I don’t know, he told me I was his type, he was definitely flirting, right?” I questioned.

“From everything Chris has told me he’s normally not good at talking to women. I would say yes absolutely. He had the balls to come out directly and say it, he was totally into you!” She divulged that she didn’t have many friends to share this kind of stuff with, so she was really excited to see how this night played out.

Entering the event, she let me know she was going to make herself scarce and go find some other people to converse with while I essentially shoot my shot, as she put it.

I searched the crowd, not finding George anywhere. I settled myself for a moment, realizing he had to be around somewhere.

“What will you have to drink?” His voice rang from behind me, scaring me slightly. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you,” he lightly led me by the small of my back a little closer to him so I could hear him better. My heart fluttering at his small action. The room was crowded after all.

“Umm, I think I’ll have a vodka redbull and pineapple please” I said to him.

“Coming up,” he walked away towards the bar and I felt myself let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. He looked insanely good after the match. Dressed in jeans, a white tshirt and a flannel top pulled over it, I found myself unable to take my eyes off of him. “Here you are” he handed me the glass, keeping his pint close by him.

We were stood at a bar height table, drinks going by quickly and conversation flowing. It felt natural to be talking to him. It was almost as if we had known each other forever.

“What brought you to the match alone anyway?” He asked as I told him the story of how I ended up here. “No boyfriend?” He added taking a drink of his pint.

“Well, I have been a long time fan, so I figured it was time to come out and support in person, plus, with it being for charity it was a good opportunity overall.” I said, taking a sip of my drink as well. He kept staring at me, and I realized I completely glazed over his addition. “Oh, no, no boyfriend.” His eyes softened a little at my confession.

“Good, I’m glad to hear.” He smiled and I could feel my cheeks heating up. “I don’t often find someone I connect with this well. I was really hoping you’d come tonight.” He confessed. If I thought my cheeks were red before. “I’m sorry I feel like I keep rambling, I’m not good with these situations, really.” I couldn’t quite find the right words in response, causing him to continue his nervous ramble. “If you don’t feel the same connection it’s no worries, really. I just wanted to get to know you a little more I guess and I-”

“George” I cut him off. He pulled his eyes to mine. I placed a hand on his on the table, sensing his nerves. “I want to know you more as well. Believe me, the connection you’re feeling is reciprocated.” He sighed, looking down at our hands together and laughed.

“Thank god, otherwise I look like an idiot here.” I laughed with him.

“You look really cute, not like an idiot at all.” It was his turn to blush at my words.

“You look amazing as well, indeed still my type.” I laughed at his callback to our earlier conversation.

I was thankful for my fangirl antics, which now led me to George.

We spent the rest of the night together, laughing together and with his friends. I could tell his friends were not used to him hanging out with a girl, based on their comments non stop about it. It was funny to see George so flustered by their comments, normally seeing him so confident and casual on the screen.

I heard my name, turning to find Kelly sneaking into our group.

“Was the plan successful?” She quietly said to me. I tilted my head down a little, to show her George’s arm had been wrapped around my waist and rested on my side for the majority of the night. She smiled massively at me, giving me two thumbs up and running off. I laughed which caught George’s attention.

“What’s funny?” He asked.

“Nothing, nothing at all.” I slid closer to him, reciprocating the arm around the waist and rejoining the group conversation.

This was a very successful night.

[simply-a-writer01]

my first ever fanfic on Tumblr!

missing you, missing us - arthur frederick

summary: Sofia is Arthur's girlfriend, but recently he has been too busy with work and she starts to feel lonely and wonders if he loves her anymore, which is worsened when he misses their anniversary plans.

Angsty, slight swearing. Message if you want a part 2!

Arthur was the perfect boyfriend. He was sweet, caring, kind, smart, funny, gentle. And Sofia loved him with all her heart. Which was why it was beginning to hurt her so much when Arthur's career really kicked off. He had been around on YouTube for a few years now, but during the past year, he had befriended George and Chris, along with the famous members of the Sidemen.

At first, Sofia had been immensely proud of him and his achievements. And she still was to an extent. But lately, he had been too busy to even call her sometimes. She felt like their shared apartment was just hers at times. He came home late most nights, having been filming with the lads. Sometimes smelling of alcohol, is a factor included in the job. And whilst Arthur wasn't an alcoholic as a few of the others probably were, it still wasn't the Arthur she remembered.

The two of them had met through a mutual friend four years ago and hit it off immediately. After five dates the two were falling in love, and falling hard. It had been a whirlwind of a romance. He would take her on cute dates and she would cook them romantic sweet dinners.

But lately there had been none of that.

And she didn't want to complain. She didn't want to cause any problems. Because the truth was... he wasn't doing anything wrong. He wasn't cheating. That she knew for sure. It was this job. But it was his dream job. And who wouldn't dream of being able to make a large profit by making videos hanging with your friends and having fun.

But it still hurt. She hadn't seen him in a week now, and every time she sent him a message she'd get a short reply back a few hours later.

Tonight was different however. Tonight was their anniversary and they had made plans months ago. They were going to go to their favourite restaurant and then walk over Millennium Bridge. Sofia's favourite of all the London bridges because it featured in the Harry Potter movies. And then they'd come home, bake cookies and watch movies whilst snuggling. Most likely a Harry Potter movie.

Whilst she was doing her makeup, having just showered, her phone buzzed beside her. The screen lit up to show that Arthur had messaged her.

going to be late, having to shoot a few retakes x

She bit her bottom lip, slightly frustrated with the pushback. But nonetheless, she knew he'd still make it in time for the reservation. They had planned to meet at the restaurant anyway, due to him working all day.

With a sigh, she continued to get ready. She curled her hair in loose waves, brushing them out to make them bouncy. Her outfit was a beautiful dark red dress which stopped just over her ankles and hugged her curves in all the right places. Looking in the mirror, she decided she was rather happy with how she looked.

She did the full works, jewellery to match, Arthur's favourite perfume of hers, and a classic dark red lip to match the dress. With her dark brown hair and bright blue eyes, she looked beautiful.

When she arrived at the restaurant she decided there was no point waiting around outside and went in to be seated at the table she had reserved for them two months ago. It was fairly busy, but with it being a fancy restaurant, the volume was still quite low, with classical music playing in the background.

It was a once-a-year type of restaurant. But they had the most divine meals and wines.

"Thank you," She smiled politely as she was taken to her table, feeling much warmer now that she was inside, away from the chilly London breeze. After five minutes she ordered herself a drink, assuming Arthur wouldn't be too much later. But then five minutes turned into twenty and her first glass of wine had been drunk.

"May I take your order yet Miss," a waiter came up to her, dressed in a neatly ironed black suit.

"Just some bread for the table please, for now." She smiled, her stomach growling in hunger. Embarrassed, she pulled out her phone, ignoring the strange stares she got from people around her. Even if she wasn't being stood up right now, people can go out for dinner on their own, she wanted to tell them all.

Where are you? x

She sent a quick text to Arthur.

Still working. Won't be long.

The lack of a kiss showed that he was rushing to message her, clearly unbothered by how late he now was. Not only had she pushed their reservation back by 30 minutes, he was also twenty minutes late to the new time.

The minutes slowly added up until an hour had passed.

"Miss, if you are not going to order anything but bread, I'm afraid you will have to leave." The manager eventually came up to her. The embarrassment she felt made her cheeks burn red.

"Of course, sorry." She attempted to smile, but she felt her throat closing up. Had Arthur forgotten about tonight? If he planned on being this late then he should have just cancelled all together.

With hurried movements, she paid the bill for her wine and bread before grabbing her coat and bag and leaving as quickly as she could. She had left a decent tip, having felt like she had wasted their time, and a table.

Needing a walk to clear her mind she headed for Millennium Bridge. She'd still walk over it, even without her boyfriend.

Halfway over she stopped and leant on the railing, watching over the River Thames. Did Arthur even love her anymore? He had been growing so distant from her. And it was becoming lonely.

She wiped away at her cheeks, the cold air hitting them like icicles, a few tears escaping. With a deep breath, she continued to walk to the tube station, deciding to go home.

She had tided the apartment earlier and set up the living room with snacks and drinks for their movie night, grabbing their favourite blankets. But now looking at it, she felt miserable. She had been so excited. For the first time in ages, they were going to have a night that'd be just the two of them.

She left the baking mix in the kitchen, not bothering to bake the cookies. She couldn't think of anything that would cheer her up so she headed straight for the bedroom, she once shared with Arthur. And now it felt like it was hers. But it was lonely and uncomfortable. She stripped from her pretty dress and took her makeup off, taking the lingerie off too and putting comfier pants on before picking out some comfy pyjamas. She climbed into bed and cried herself to sleep. She wished Arthur was there to comfort her. To wrap his arms around her and tell her how much he loved her. But of course that wasn't going to happen. Because he wasn't here. And he was the reason she was upset in the first place.

Her tears stained the pillow but eventually, with a growing migraine, she managed to fall asleep.

Arthur got home that evening fairly late. He had been filming a video with the boys and hadn't expected it to take as long as it had. But nonetheless, despite being exhausted, he still had fun. He left his keys on the kitchen worktop, noticing the baking mix left out. He assumed Sofia had bought it to make tomorrow.

He felt bad coming home so late, but he was doing all this for her. So they could have a stable life together and never have to worry about money. At least that's what he told himself.

It just so happened that his job was very fun too and required doing silly stupid things.

He went into the living room and saw everything laid out, but it still wasn't enough for his sleepy mind to piece everything together. But upon entering the bedroom and noticing the pile of fancy clothes and sexy underwear, it hit him like a stack of bricks.

"Shit, shit," he cursed, whispering to himself. He ran a hand over his face, looking at his fast-asleep girlfriend in their shared bed. He padded over and gently shook her shoulder, easing her awake.

"Sofia, hey, Sof." He whispered gently, feeling the guilt wanting to swallow him whole. "Baby, I'm so sorry." He began to say as her red eyes fluttered open.

"Arthur?" She said sleepily. "What are you doing? What time is it?" Arthur felt terrible. He felt sick even. He immediately noticed the tear streaks on her face and the stains on the pillow. She sat up and checked her phone, reading the time.

2am.

"Why are you back so late?" She yawned, shaking her head and chucking the phone back onto the nightstand.

"We were filming and lost track of time, and I am so so sorry Sofia. I'll make it up to you." He begged, voice cracking. He was afraid he'd cry. He was even more afraid he'd lose her.

"Don't. Please don't Arthur. You're never here. What's the point?" she gestured between the two of them, throating closing up. "I barely see you. And if I do it's through a screen. And you're not even talking to me, you're talking to all the other girls and boys who worship you."

"So this is about having a female audience? That's not my fault." He shot back, feeling defensive.

"When did I just say that? I said girls and boys Arthur. Grow the fuck up. I'm not in the wrong here." She got out of bed, making her way out of the room, needing a glass of water.

"No, hey, we have to talk about this. I'm sorry I missed tonight, I really am. But I'm also trying really hard here to make it so we have a good future." He argued, following her.

"Oh yeah, filming football videos and drinking alcohol is trying really hard." She angrily snapped. She knew he worked hard, but he still was very privileged that he got to do what he did and make a lot of money.

"That's not fair. You know how hard I work." He complained. "And the fans need videos-" She cut him off.

"I need you!" She yelled, turning around to face him. "I need you Arthur. And you're never here anymore. I feel like I don't even know you." She sobbed, holding a hand to her mouth.

"What do you mean? Of course I'm here. I'm here now." He flung his arms out.

"At 2 in the morning!" She argued.

"I was working." He reiterated.

"I know! I know you were working because you're always working! Tonight was supposed to be our night. Do you know how embarrassing it was to sit in the restaurant for over an hour and then be asked to leave because I was wasting a table? Everyone was staring at me." She cried. "And I had everything planned and all the snacks and the cookie mix and you completely forgot it was our anniversary."

"I just want to give you have a happy life." He said more quietly.

"Do I look happy to you Arthur? I'm miserable. I miss you. I don't care about the money and the fame. I'm so proud of you, of course I am. But I'm not going to stick around and wallow in misery whilst you're out drinking and having fun with your friends whilst making thousands." She shook her head, wiping at her eyes.

"Sof-" She cut him off.

"I'm tired, I'm going back to bed." She said, biting her bottom lip before moving past him, moving her arm out of his reach. He sighed and contemplated following after her. He noticed she had gotten herself a glass out but never filled it or took it with her. He went and turned the oven on, letting it heat up whilst he read the instructions on the baking packet.

He baked the cookies and when they were reading at 3:30 in the morning, he took up a plate with a glass of water, carefully balancing them. He placed them down on her bedside table and tried his best not to wake her. He changed out of his clothes before going back to the living room, setting up the sofa with the blankets Sofia had put there yesterday, trying to get comfy so he could get some sleep, hoping that in the morning his girlfriend wouldn't be as angry with him and they could talk and make up.

Sorry mate, can't do the video tomorrow. Spending the day with Sofia.

He quickly sent Chris a message.

He needed her in his life and he regretted how much he had hurt her. Seeing her cry made him want to cry. He wouldn't be surprised if she wanted to break up. But he was going to do everything he could to make it up to her. And hopefully, the cookies were a small start.

[insomniac4000]

Harry Lewis was never one to frequent coffee shops, preferring a tea especially if it was made with Guernsey milk but on this particular Wednesday morning, the cosy little café around the corner from his flat in London had called to him. Maybe it was the smell of freshly ground coffee before a shoot, or perhaps the allure of a quiet moment away from the endless hustle and bustle that defined his life as part of the Sidemen. He wasn’t sure. But as he stepped into the café, shaking the last remnants of sleep from his mind, he certainly hadn’t expected to be thrust into a whirlwind of nostalgia.

The place was nearly empty, save for a couple of people scattered around. Harry ordered his usual a chai latte and stood off to the side waiting to collect. As he waited he pulled out his phone, intending to catch up on messages or maybe scroll through Instagram, but before he could even unlock the screen, a voice from the past broke through the low hum of background chatter.

“Harry?”

He looked up, his heart skipping a beat as his eyes fell on a face he hadn’t seen in years. There, standing just a few feet away, was Violet, the girl he’d dated well, sort of dated back when he was 17 and still living in Guernsey. Time had softened her features in a way that made her even more beautiful than he remembered, with her warm brown eyes and that same infectious smile that had once brightened his days.

“Violet?” he stammered, his surprise evident.

She laughed, and it was a sound that immediately transported him back to those carefree island days. “What are the chances?” she said, stepping closer.

“Small world, huh?” he managed to say, standing up awkwardly, unsure whether to go in for a hug or just keep his distance.

They settled for a brief hug, the kind you give an old friend you haven’t seen in far too long. When they pulled apart, Harry couldn’t help but smile.

“What brings you to London?” he asked, genuinely curious.

“I moved here a couple of weeks ago for work,” she explained. “Needed a change of scenery. Guernsey started to feel too small after a while, you know?”

Harry nodded, understanding the sentiment all too well. “Yeah, I get that. London’s a different beast though. How are you finding it?”

“It’s overwhelming, but in a good way,” she said, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “And it’s been a bit lonely, to be honest. I don’t really know anyone here.”

“Well, you know me,” Harry said, the words tumbling out before he could second guess them. “We should catch up properly sometime.”

Violet's smile widened. “I’d like that.”

They exchanged numbers, promising to set up a time to hang out soon. As Harry picked up his drink and left the café, he couldn’t shake the feeling that something significant had just happened. He sipped his coffee, his thoughts lingering on the past, but now also considering the possibilities of what might lie ahead.

True to their word, Harry and Violet arranged to meet for dinner that weekend. Harry had picked out a small Italian restaurant tucked away in a quiet corner of the East London, a place that was cosy enough to talk but not too fancy to feel pretentious. As he waited for Emma to arrive, he couldn’t help but feel a flutter of nerves, a sensation he hadn’t experienced in years. It was ridiculous, he told himself they were just old friends catching up. But a small part of him wondered if this dinner was something more.

When Violet walked in, all doubts were momentarily pushed aside. She looked effortlessly chic in a simple black dress, her hair falling in loose waves around her shoulders. Harry stood to greet her, feeling that same rush of familiarity and attraction he’d felt in the café.

They talked and laughed over plates of pasta and glasses of wine, reminiscing about their teenage years in Guernsey. They recounted old memories skipping stones on the beach, late night chats on the cliffs, the awkwardness of their teenage romance. But as the evening progressed, the conversation naturally shifted to the present.

“So, what’s it like being in the Sidemen?” Violet asked, swirling the last of her wine in her glass.

Harry chuckled. “It’s mad, to be honest. I never imagined things would blow up like this. We’re always busy, always filming or planning something. But it’s fun, you know? The guys are like family at this point.”

“That’s amazing,” she said, genuinely impressed. “I’ve watched some of your videos—my little brother’s a huge fan.”

Harry grinned remembering the then six year old. “I’ll send him a shoutout in the next one.”

Violet laughed, shaking her head. “He’d love that.”

They continued to talk late into the evening, long after their plates had been cleared and the restaurant had started to empty out. There was a comfort between them that made the hours slip by unnoticed, a feeling of rightness that neither of them had expected but both felt.

As they left the restaurant, stepping into the cool London night, Harry walked Violet to her flat. They stood outside the building for a moment, the conversation lulling to a comfortable silence.

“I had a really great time tonight,” Violet said, looking up at him with a soft smile.

“Me too,” Harry replied, and for a second, he thought about leaning in to kiss her. But something held him back a mix of uncertainty and the remnants of his own insistence that this was just a friendly reunion. So instead, he simply smiled back. “We should do this again sometime.”

“I’d like that,” she echoed her words from before.

With a final smile, she turned and disappeared into her building, leaving Harry standing alone on the pavement. He walked back to his flat, his thoughts swirling. What had started as a casual dinner with an old friend had left him with more questions than answers. He liked Violet—more than he’d anticipated. But was he ready to explore that, especially with how complicated his life had become?

Over the next few weeks, Harry and Violet began hanging out more regularly. They went to museums, explored different neighbourhoods, and even attended a couple of small gigs together. It was easy and fun, and Harry found himself looking forward to their time together more than he wanted to admit.

Of course, the rest of the Sidemen began to notice.

One afternoon, Harry was at the studio ready to record a Sidecast, when Simon walked in, a knowing smirk on his face.

“Hey Bog”

Harry glanced up from his phone. “What’s up?”

Simon plopped down on the couch next to him. “How's your new girlfriend?”

Harry felt his face heat up slightly. “We’re just friends catching up.”

“Sure, mate,” Simon said, drawing out the words with a teasing lilt. “But you’re not fooling anyone. We’ve all seen how much you’ve been smiling recently. And the fact she's a woman and you're actually talking to her”

Harry rolled his eyes, but couldn’t help the small grin that tugged at the corners of his mouth. “It’s not like that. We’re just having fun, that’s all, and I already know her which helps with the awkwardness.

Simon raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. “Uh-huh. And how long do you think that’ll last before one of you catches feelings?”

“We dated ages ago, man,” Harry protested. “We’re past all that. We’re different people now.”

“Yeah, well, just be careful,” Simon said, more seriously this time. “You know how these things can get complicated. But if you like her, don’t be a muppet about it.”

Harry didn’t respond immediately, instead pretending to focus on his laptop screen. But Simon’s words echoed in his mind long after their conversation ended.

Weeks passed, and as summer turned into autumn, Harry found himself increasingly conflicted. Despite his insistence that his relationship with Violet was purely platonic, he couldn’t ignore the way his heart beat a little faster whenever she was around, or the way his thoughts drifted to her whenever they were apart. Still, he pushed those feelings aside, determined not to ruin what they had by overcomplicating things.

Then came the night that changed everything.

It was a Friday, and the Sidemen had decided to hit the town for a rare night out. They invited Violet to join them, and she agreed, much to Harry’s excitement and slight anxiety. The group met at a trendy bar in Soho, and as the drinks flowed, so did the laughter.

Violet fit in effortlessly with the group, charming everyone with her wit and easy going nature. Even JJ, who could be notoriously hard to impress, seemed taken with her. Harry watched as she bantered with his friends, a warm feeling spreading through his chest. For the first time in a long while, he felt content, like everything was exactly where it was meant to be.

As the night wore on, the group decided to move to a club nearby. The music was loud, the lights flashing in time with the bass that reverberated through the floor. The alcohol had loosened Harry’s usual reservations, and he found himself dancing with Violet, their bodies moving in sync with the rhythm.

At some point, they drifted away from the rest of the group, finding a quieter corner of the club. The mood shifted subtly what had been light and fun all night suddenly felt charged with an undercurrent of something deeper.

Violet looked up at him, her eyes reflecting the colourful lights of the club. “I’m glad we bumped into each other that day,” she said, her voice barely audible over the music, leaning into Harry's body more.

“Me too,” Harry replied, his voice low.

They stood there for a moment, the world around them fading into the background. Then, before he could talk himself out of it, Harry closed the distance between them and kissed her.

It wasn’t a planned or carefully considered move just a moment of clarity in the middle of a chaotic night. And as soon as their lips met, Harry knew it was the right thing. Violet responded immediately, her arms wrapping around his neck as they deepened the kiss.

When they finally pulled apart, both of them breathless, Harry couldn’t help but smile. “Well, that changes things, doesn’t it?”

Violet laughed softly, her forehead resting against his. “Yeah, I guess it does.”

The next morning, Harry woke up with a sense of calm that he hadn’t felt in a long time. He and Violet had left the club together, talking and laughing all the way back to his flat.

Now, in the early light of day, the reality of what had happened began to sink in. But instead of the panic or confusion he might have expected, all Harry felt was a quiet certainty. He liked Violet a lot. And maybe it was time to stop pretending otherwise.

He turned to see Violet still asleep beside him, her face peaceful and content. Harry watched her for a moment, feeling a swell of affection that took him by surprise.

Just then, his phone buzzed on the nightstand. He picked it up, seeing a string of messages from the Sidemen group chat.

Simon: “So, Harry, you and Violet, huh? Called it. 😏”

JJ: “Don’t mess this up.”

Ethan: “About time, lad! Proud of you. 😂”

Harry chuckled, shaking his head at his friends’ teasing. But instead of feeling embarrassed or defensive, he found that he didn’t care what they thought. This was his life, and for the first time in a while, he felt like he was making the right choice.

He set his phone down and turned back to Violet, who was beginning to stir. Her eyes fluttered open, and when she saw him, she smiled.

“Morning,” she said, her voice still thick with sleep.

“Morning,” Harry replied, leaning in to kiss her forehead.

They lay there in comfortable silence for a few minutes, just enjoying the warmth of each other’s presence. Eventually, Violet shifted, propping herself up on one elbow.

“So, what happens now?” she asked, her tone light but with an edge of seriousness.

Harry took a deep breath, knowing that this was the moment to be honest, not just with Violet, but with himself. “I’m not sure,” he admitted. “But I do know that I don’t want to pretend anymore. I like you, Violet. I’ve liked you for a while now, and I want to see where this goes if you do too. Ever since I saw you in that coffee shop I just keep thinking back to us. We never really gave it a serious go when we were kids and then I moved, I think I want to take this more seriously.”

Violet's smile widened, and she reached out to take his hand. “I’d like that.”

[myoddessy]

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.

[buzzyb33]

3rd of December

Prompt: head cannons of the boys giving you their sweater on heather day!

Warnings: swearing, suggestive

Simon:

He was just scrolling on TikTok when he saw a boy saying “making a personalised hoodie for my girlfriend” with the song in the background

He knew you was into this kind of music and you would know what this was, he had a free evening so why wouldn’t he make a hoodie?

He got an old white sidemen hoodie and after looking on TikTok he put some of his cologne on it and got you some flowers.

“Y/n?” He called as he knocked my bedroom door.

“Yeah- one sec si!” I call as I finish doing my laces.

“Yeah?” I open the door and he has his hands behind his back.

He then gives me a bouquet of red roses and instead of paper it’s wrapped in thick fabric.

“Awe Simon.. what’s this for?” I grin as I see it’s a sidemen hoodie that smelt like him.

I think for a second before my face lights up.

“You got me a hoodie for the third of December?”

He opens his mouth but just nods.

I put the flowers down and smile.

“I saw it on TikTok and I thought-“ he’s cut off by his girlfriends lips on his.

I wrap my arms around his neck and deepen the kiss.

“This was sweet of you Simon..”

I say in a heartfelt tone.

He smiles.

“You’re welcome.”

Josh:

He’d been preparing for a while, he had got a Christmas jumper with some roses (the chocolate) that day, he had a shoot so he left it at his side of the bed.

I wake up and frown at Josh’s absence. I sit up and look to my left.

There is a folded jumper and a note on top.

“Happy 3rd of December, see you later.” It read in Josh’s handwriting.

I felt my eye well up as I see the box of chocolates under the hoodie.

Vikk:

You actually bought him on, you got him a stupid Minecraft hoodie and begged him to wear it for the sidemen reacts.

He begrudgingly did and got taken the piss out of by Harry and JJ without even getting the chance to defend himself.

Ethan:

He spoils you anyway so when he heard about the little thing he pre ordered the actual hoodie from Conan greys’ website.

He pretends like it’s not a big deal but he loved how happy you got.

“A parcels coming today- ‘s for you.” He says with a smile and a thank you as you hand him breakfast.

“Oh? And what is it?” I say with a smile as I kiss his cheek and begin eating my own food.

“Surprise.”

That left you on edge all day, the parcel came when he was doing a moresidemen video.

He hears the gasp and knows he’s about to be embarrassed.

“Ethan!” She calls with a squeal.

“Are you in trouble?” Josh asks.

“No, I’m not.”

She comes into his room and he stands up, she hugs him tightly.

“Thank you.. you are nice aren’t you?” She grins into his shoulder.

“Course I am.”

He says with his face heating up.

“You got me a real one! Oh I love you.”

I smile and kiss him for a few seconds.

I go to leave the room as he sits back down.

“Love you too..” he says as he puts his headphones back on.

I run back to him and kiss his cheek, then I leave.

Harry laughs.

“What did you do?” He says as Ethan’s face heats up.

“I got her a hoodie- it’s Uhm a day where that’s a thing? 3rd of December?” He says.

“Yeah, heather day, awe that’s nice of you Ethan.” Tobi agrees.

“You’re face is still red.” JJ comments.

Tobi:

Bro got you MATCHING.

He got you your favourite too, he got spider man matching hoodies, he got the miles morales one and you the Gwen Stacy one.

He made a sick Instagram post out of it.

I was working on a new request that had came in for my photography, I had to do a shoot for some models.

I mumbled something as I replied to the email.

“Y/n I got us something!” Tobi calls as he walks from his room.

He handed me a parcel and I opened it. I gasped slightly as he showed me his miles one.

I grinned and put mine on.

“Can we take pictures??” I grin and he nods.

“Course, was gonna ask you.”

I prop up his phone and we do a couple, one where we’re both crossing our arms and have our back to the camera, another where we’re both doing the spider man hand in front of our face, another where we was back to back and one where we both had our hoods up and we were kissing.

He posted them and captioned it: “happy heathers day 🤟🏽😝 @conangray”

When he posts them he hugs me from behind.

“Glad you like it, n/n.” He smiles and kisses my forehead.

JJ:

HE WAS CHEESY.

He got you a dragon ball hoodie that had got ‘KSI’ embedded on the sleeve.

“Y/n, I got you this for that Uhm, December day.” He calls out and hands me it.

“What? Heather day?” I say as I unfold it and smile.

“Oh! This is cool! Thank you JJ.”

I put it on the spot and see his name I grin.

“Thank you, this was sweet of you.” I smile and put both my hands on each of his knees and kiss his lips gently.

He wraps his arms around my waist.

“You’re welcome.”

Harry:

Listen, he went all out, he got one designed for you, he got it in light blue and Did everything, (your letter)+ H on the back and it said ‘I love my boyfriend’ on the chest with a smiley face on the sleeve.

“I got this- especially made for you, n/n.” He handed me the hoodie and I looked at the back first and laughed.

I looked at the front and giggled.

“I thought I’d speak your truth for you.” He says proudly.

“Thank you, Harry- is this for heather day?” I smile and pull it on.

“Course! Love you, I have to go but see you later.”

“Love you too, bye.”

I record an Instagram video of me doing a spin and I post it, tagging Harry and Conan gray for ‘happy heather day’

A/n: honestly, shocking.

Two in one day??? Couldn’t be me.

Anyway josh fic soon!!

[alexfromjersey]

𝓡𝓮𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓬𝓲𝓵𝓲𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 & 𝓜𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓵𝔂 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮

jenna x g!poc

summary: jah’s mother delyse makes a surprise visit ahead of schedule. jenna makes an important call.

warnings: mature language & partial smut

a/n: I don’t know bout you but I’m feeling 22 🥳. enjoy the chapter I’m gonna go get white girl wasted for my birthday 😁✌🏾

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THE NEXT DAY

"Fuck" You groaned. It was barely 10:30 in the morning, and the moment you finished brushing your teeth, she pounced on you. The sound of slapping skin and the background noise of HGTV echoed throughout the room. You thought she would have woken up with regrets because of last night but to your surprise, it was the opposite. 

Your hands gripped her cheeks as you helped her continue to bounce. Jenna's head was thrown back, gasps and curses spilling from her mouth. She pushed your black tank top up your torso to reveal your abs. She needed something to keep her grounded in reality. Her nails scratched down your abs as she bounced harder.

“Jah…I’m about…to cum” Jenna gasped and her walls fluttered around you.

"Me too baby" You bit your lip. Your hands moved from her cheeks and traveled up to her breasts. You roughly squeezed them in your hands and after a few more bounces, Jenna choked on her moan and her hips stuttered.

At the sight of her reaching her orgasm, you hissed and you shot your load into the condom. Jenna collapsed onto you, out of breath.

"What happened to just being besties?" You teased the actress.

"I'm pregnant and full of hormones. My needs need to be satisfied. They're not going to be satisfied by someone else" Jenna said.

"Better not be. Until this baby is out of your stomach no dick, tongue, fingers, and/or other but mine is going inside you." You stated.

Jenna let out a loud laugh as she sat up and slowly removed you from inside her. Your dick proudly falls against your stomach. You got up from your bed and went into your bathroom to start the shower. 

Jenna grabbed her phone from your nightstand. She opened the phone and was immediately hit with tons of messages. Some from friends just checking in. Some from Nancy reminding her about upcoming shoots. Some from Hudson. The last bunch comes from her mother.

Nancy The Manager: Couple of Adidas shoots and the Variety interview with Elle Fanning to do today. Lorenzo will be there at 12

Nancy The Manager: also just a heads up, Neil wants a meeting

As Jenna read the name, her heart dropped. Cornelio was the big boss of her team, he's the one who started Jenna in the acting business when she was a kid. She was so lost in her phone that she didn't even see you sneak next to her. That was until you scooped her up, startling her.

You laughed as a shriek fell from her lips, "You passing up the opportunity to shower with me."

“I would never” Jenna smirked and tossed her phone on the bed. You then sprinted to the bathroom, laughs and giggles sounding throughout the apartment.

🤰🏻🩵

@jennainmyortega: react to ur reddit

@ghostridingwhip: amp’s new vid

@highondatgreen: react to me nutting in yo mouth

@ghostridingwhip: @highondatgreen what’s wrong with u

@fnthechat: SIDEMEN VID OR DO CONFESSIONS OR EDITS

You set up your stream with some homemade lunch Jenna made before she left. Her team had her doing loads of shit today before she leaves on Monday. So you knew you weren’t going to hear from her til late tonight.

“Yerrrrr! What’s goodie chat! I missed you weirdos” You greeted your chat. Your chat instantly flooded with comments. You adjust your camera when you noticed it’s off centered a little.

@partymonsterfrvr: where u been? u just disappeared off the face of the earth?

“Listen, life has been throwing me curveballs left and right this past week and a half. But I’m due time I’ll reveal it to you guys” You took a bite from your food. A ding from your phone draws your attention to it.

jennaortega liked your story.

@user719888129: nah we know you’ve been boo loving 👀

“Assumptions! I ain’t no boo loving with anybody” You said and swiftly moved on. You went to your Reddit page and was hit with Stacey’s Instagram story from the party.

@ExclusiveShiestyUpdates: Jah on a friend’s Instagram story

“She’s just a friend bro. Davis and I went to school with her and her sister. Nothing more” You informed your childish supporters. You continued to scroll through making comments here and there until a video of you singing at the lounge pops up.

@ExclusiveShiestyUpdates: #VIDEO Jah singing at a local Bronx lounge

@munchiesinmycrunchies: album? now? asap? no rocky

“I don’t know. Still a maybe on the music” You said and finished your food.

Donation/@modernbussywhip: y’all see those marks on the neck I PEEP 👀

Instantly, you cover your neck with your hand. You subtly check in the camera to see if there were any hickeys on your neck but you saw there wasn’t anyway. You got bamboozled by them.

“Suck my dick fuckers” You joke and stuck your middle finger at them. The comments roll in laughing emojis and lmaos.

🤰🏻🩵

You spend the next three hours on stream, reacting to different YouTube videos, your Reddit, and for the last hour raging on 2K and Call of Duty.

You were sitting on your couch watching TV, until your buzzer to your apartment went off. At first, you ignored it thinking that it’s probably just the delivery man trying to get in. But it kept going off so you just got up and buzzed whoever in. You were just chilling on couch again until a knock is heard on your door. You furrow your face in confusion. You went to the door and looked through the peephole and saw your mother.

You opened the door, “Ma?”

Your mother Delyse or ‘Del’ as she liked to be called smiled and walked into your apartment, “I don’t know why I had this feeling like I should be here.”

“Right now?” You questioned.

“Actually, I felt it a couple of months ago but I brushed it off. But when I came back, the need felt stronger than ever. Are you okay?” Del asked concerned.

“I’m good Ma. How was Jamaica?” You asked steering the conversation off you.

“Wonderful. Your Gigi was asking about you, she’s upset that you didn’t come down” Del said and sat down on your couch.

“I’ll try to visit her later this year. I was busy streaming and making videos” You replied to her.

Del just hummed in response. You grabbed your phone and saw a text message from Jenna.

Hollywood 🤰🏻: I finished early. Thank god. You want something to eat?

NYC 🩵: nah…but my mother is here.

You watched as the text bubbles appeared and then disappeared several times before it disappeared completely.

Obviously, you didn’t expect her. You and Jenna wanted to go over ideas for how you wanted to tell her but all of that is out the window now.

“So…you out here hoeing around” Del questioned nonchalantly.

That made you choke on your spit, “Ma what the hell kind of question is that?”

“I’m just asking. Do as you please but be safe and don’t get any girl pregnant” Del said.

You chuckle nervously and turned your attention to your TV. You text Jenna a couple of more times. You and your mother continue to converse between each other until your phone starts ringing.

“Hello?” You answer.

“Can you uh…come open the door?” Jenna asked. She sounded a little out of breath.

“Just hit the buzzer for my apartment” You said.

“I need your help with something. Come down” Jenna stated. You agreed and put your hoodie and slides on.

“I’ll be back” You told your mother and left your apartment. You went to the first floor and saw Jenna struggling with some flowers.

“Damn girl, you brought every single flower in the world?” You chuckled.

Jenna giggled, “I don’t know what kind of flowers she likes so I got one of each.”

“So sweet of you. Future reference she likes orchids” You told her and took the big bouquet from her hands. You two went back up to your apartment and before you can even open your door, your mother opens it for you.

“Oh who’s this Tuffie?” Del questioned as you walked inside your apartment.

You sigh at the nickname, “Ma, this is Jenna, my girlfriend.”

You watched as your mother gave Jenna a look up and down. You felt Jenna squeeze your hand. A moment of silence goes by before a smile grows on Del’s face.

“It’s nice to meet you Jenna. You look familiar though” Del said.

“She’s an actress. We met at one of her movie premieres. The scary movie Davis was in” You said.

“Oh! That movie with the long mouth mask” Del said.

“Yeah Scream Ma” You chuckled. You set the slightly heavy flowers on your counter by her purse, “Jenna also got you these.”

“Oh thank you so much dear. I haven’t received flowers in a long time” Del gushed and smelled the flowers.

You and Jenna look at each other, “Ma, we gotta tell you something. Now, before we say it, I just want you to know that we both know what we’re getting into and-”

“You’re pregnant” Del said casually towards Jenna.

“I…I…how?” You questioned.

“Baggy clothing. Slight weight gain in the face. Come on I see all the signs, I mean I did birth two children.” Del stated.

Your mother sat down in one of your dining room chairs, “I thought I told you be careful Jah. You’re still young, both of you. You still have lives to live before being tied down with a child. A child is a lot of responsibility. Once that baby is brought into this world, it’s not just going to be you and her, it’s going to be you, her, and the child you share together.”

This time Jenna stepped up, "Uh...Mrs. Jimenez I know it's a bit unconventional, we're both still very young, and we're not even together-"

"First it's Reid and second...the two of you aren't together?" Delyse questioned. 

You and Jenna both looked at each other before Jenna spoke up, "Well...no it's a bit complicated. But truthfully, there's no other person I would want to share a child with. We know there are going to be some changes in the way we live our lives. Every decision we make, we have to do with a child in mind but I'm ready to make those changes. We are ready."

You nodded along with Jenna. You saw your mother look between the two of you with curious eyes.

"Even though I feel the way I feel. I wish you would have gotten married first or at least be together but I'm going to support the two of you in all ways possible" Del smiled and hugged the both of you.

You were glad that was out of the way. Your mother supported you, even though she wished it was done differently. She can't change the past, only help the present and look forward to the future. Now, you just need Jenna's family on the same page and it'll make things 10x better.

🤰🏻🩵

For the next two hours, your mother and Jenna converse amongst each other. You fell asleep on the couch, hands resting in your pants.

Del took Jenna onto your fire escape to talk more. She had a glass of wine in her hand while Jenna had apple juice.

“How did your mom take it?” Del asked and took a sip of her wine.

“Well, I was originally planning on telling her when I visited her next week but someone told her without my consent. She didn’t really take it well” Jenna sighed.

“What did she say, if you don’t mind me asking?” Del asked carefully.

“I kinda haven’t been answering her calls. I’m scared of what she has to say” Jenna stated and played with her fingers nervously.

"Honey, let me tell you something. No matter what your mother says or how she feels, it won't take away the fact she will always love you. You can be the worst possible person in the world and she will still love you. A bond between a good mother and her children, especially daughters is something so special and precious. You'll understand soon enough" Del said.

Jenna smirked at her, “You betting on us having a girl?”

“Oh I know it’s a girl. Girls run strong in this family” Del smiled.

Jenna softly chuckled at that. The two woman sit in a comfortable silence basking in the NYC polluted air and police sirens from every direction. Jenna’s eyes then flickered to her phone and her mind starts racing.

She missed hearing from her family. She knew the longer she avoided them, the worse it’ll be for her. So she grabbed her phone and excused herself. She went back inside and went into your room for some privacy. She gathered all the contacts she needed for a group FaceTime but before she can hit the green button. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath in.

“Relax Jenna” She muttered to herself and hit the green button.

It ranged for two seconds before each person answered the phone. Her sisters Mia, Aliyah, and Mariah, her brothers Issac and Markus, and finally her parents Natalie and Edward.

“Thank goodness, we were getting worried sick about you Jenna” Natalie said.

“Yeah, why haven’t you been returning our calls and messages” Edward asked.

Jenna sighed, "I need to get something off my chest first before everyone starts interrogating me. Yes, I am pregnant and yes I am keeping the baby. I know I'm young and my career is just taking off but I don't care about that stuff. All I care about is the person I share my child with, my unborn child, and my family. A family I hope still supports me."

Everyone except Natalie’s face was a look of shocked.

“Sweetie, why wouldn’t we still support you? We’re a bit disappointed but we would never leave you unsupported. We love you Jenna and we’re going to be here every step of the way” Natalie stated.

Tears start to gather in Jenna’s eyes. She was relieved that the pressure of telling your families were lifted. She was more ecstatic to hear that they will support the two of you with no problem.

“WE GONNA BE AUNTIES AND UNCLES” Aliyah screamed excitedly. Jenna laughed at her younger sister

"Are we going to meet the other parent anytime soon? Who is it by the way?" Mia asked.

“Her name is Jahaziel, she goes by Jah. We met at the Scream premiere earlier this year. She’s a YouTube/Twitch streamer” Jenna answered.

“No way JahBronxGamer! I watch all her streams and videos, I’m a huge fan of her. She makes me want to move to The Bronx. I just watched her stream earlier today” Markus commented.

“I’ll be sure to tell her that” Jenna replied with a smile.

Jenna spoke with her family a little more until one by one her siblings all left, promising to catch up more next week.

“I was scared to face you, that’s why I didn’t answer you guys.” Jenna revealed to her parents.

“Jenna, don’t ever be afraid to come talk to us. Despite the circumstances, we will always love and support you. Don’t ever forget that” Natalie stressed.

The tears start to fall down Jenna’s face, “Okay” she sniffled. She wiped the tears from her face.

“So…this partner treating you right?” Edward questioned.

"Technically, we aren't together but I feel things for her way more than I did Wesley. I just need to work out some stuff within me first before I get into another relationship." Jenna smiled wide at the thought of you.

Natalie and Edward look at each other before looking back at Jenna with a smile, "Well, we're happy you can acknowledge something like that and we can't wait to meet her."

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[carahhhhx]

“ah shit”

It was another normal day in the lewis-palmer household with Sarah preparing stuff for tea and harry filming a sidemenreacts video.

sarah🩷

just getting in the shower before i start making tea !!xx

h🤍

alright lovely xx

‘what a long fucking day’ sarah said to herself as she grabbed some fresh pyjamas heading to her bathroom starting the shower.She was halfway through singing when she slipped on some shampoo which had been leaking “oh shit” she shouted across the house

Harry’s POV

i was filming for a sidemen video when all i heard was a thud followed by a very loud “oh shit”, shit shit shit “Sarah you alright?” i shouted rather quickly without thinking only to be meet with a loud of racket from the lads “SARAH WHOS SARAH?”, “YES HARRY LAD FINALLY GETTING SOME”, “harry you might want to go see if she’s alright”. I scrambled to mute myself before rushing into the bathroom to find my girlfriend on the shower floor looking at her elbow “oh nelly, what have you done?” i asked her “i slipped and cut my elbow” she replied “right let’s get you out the shower shall we?” i asked her to which she nodded “right you get dressed and go lie down i’m going to wrap the shoot up and i’ll be through” i said kissing her forehead leaving her to sort herself out “i’m back sorry lads” i said to the lads “it’s alright was she okay?”tobi asked “yeah yeah just cut her elbow that’s all” i replied “so then harry who’s sarah?” JJ asked wiggling his eyebrows “oh she’s erm she’s oh nelly” i replied nervously “give me two minutes” i said muting myself again this time turning my camera off as well, walking towards our bedroom i felt nervous we’d been together for over a year and yet nobody had meet her, i wanted them to meet to her but we were both so content in our only little world “sarah lovely the boys want to meet you” i told her, she smiled at me “really?” she asked “yeah they do but only if you’re up to it” i replied “i’m up for it granted they aren’t getting the best impression from the shower incident” she smiled cheekily “come on then” i said taking her hand and walking towards my office and sitting her on my knee.

I passed on earphone to Sarah and placed the other one in my ear quickly unmuting the mic and turning the camera on “boys this is sarah my girlfriend” i told them all seeing talia, freya, ellie and faith had appeared into the background “oh my god she’s beautiful” talia screamed “you are” Sarah replied “well how longs this been going on for?” Ethan asked, i quickly dug my head into Sarah’s neck before mumbling “a year” “mate speak up” Simon shouted “A year” Sarah said making everyone go mental “you’ve kept her from us for a year?” faith screamed “i’ll kill you harry A YEAR” she screamed again “that’s partly my fault i didn’t want it going public well i was still in uni” Sarah said cheerfully “right right if we could all stop swooning over my girlfriend i’d like to wrap this up?” i said shaking my head “we’re all done bog?” josh replied “right bye then” i said leaving the shoot “so how’d you like them?”i asked Sarah “i love them id like to meet them one day” she replied “that can be arranged my lovely” i said pulling her into a kiss.

[sidemenxyn]

Incorrect quotes

Y/n: AHHH

JJ: what?

Y/n: there’s a fucking BEE

JJ:AHGH GET THE FUCK OUT OF THE ROOM QUICK

—

*Y/n running for their life*

Simon: why are you running?

Y/n: *too busy running*

*can hear from down the corridor*

JJ: Get back here y/n imma kill you! Stealing my prime!

Simon: *looks at Tobi* that’s why

Tobi&Simon: *laughs*

—

*Y/n, Harry, Tobi and Vik filming SidemenReacts*

Y/n: And into Todays Sidemen Reacts we are watching world’s strangest animals, little did we know Harry is in here

Harry: woah woah watch yourself

*10 seconds later*

Y/n: AHHH

Tobi: Y/n?

Y/n: HE’S TICK- TICKLING ME AHHHA

Vik: oh is Harry in your office

*in the background*

Harry: this is what you get for calling me a strange animal!

Y/n: *crying of laughter*

Tobi: well then.. *laughs*

—

*back to school video*

Ethan: I passed my Science I got a C

Ethan: did you pass any GCSEs’ Y/n?

Y/n: hmmm… coke to think about it. Ah! Actually I did

Simon: what one?

Y/n: RE… actually I think that’s a automatic pass

Sidemen,Phill&Stephen: *laughs*

—

*Harry and Y/n hiding in a hide and seek video*

*both whispering*

Harry: ah winbow way, ah winbow way, ah winbow way… heeeeee eeeeeee

Y/n: in the jungle the mighty jungle the lion sleeps tonight

Harry: wait we need to stop

Y/n: why?

Harry: we are too good so it might get copyrighted

Y/n: *quietly laughs*

—

[theloniousbach]

On the WGTE Jazz Spectrum webpage:

THE FRIENDS OF HERBIE NICHOLS

By Kim Kleinman, Contributing Writer

I first learned of Herbie Nichols through AB Spellman’s Four Lives in the Bebop Business. It is a sad book on the whole, but there is a battered pride: Cecil Taylor, fierce and defiant, yet vulnerable; Jackie McLean, overcoming detours not solely self-imposed; and Ornette Coleman, fragile and lonely. But Herbie Nichols?!?! Surviving on Dixieland gigs? What the hell? Sad and proud, but mostly sad.

On that basis, I dutifully bought a Blue Note collection of his which turns out to have been the lion share of his recorded output. I liked it well enough but my young ears criminally underappreciated it. I didn’t play it often. Coleman was challenging, but I had glimmers of understanding his aims, whereas Taylor was simply overwhelming. I had no idea what Monk was doing, but I liked him and bought as many of his records as I could. By comparison, I couldn’t understand why Nichols didn’t work and record. He was more accessible than Coleman and Taylor. He wasn’t Ahmad Jamal or Oscar Peterson, but why was he different from the pianists of his era who were sidemen on the albums from that era that I did buy?

More recently, I listened to him, Elmo Hope, and Bud Powell by way of trying to understand Thelonious Monk in the context of his generation. Monk isn’t just another piano player or composer, but I have only reluctantly concluded he also wasn’t simply delivered from the gods. He had predecessors and contemporaries. The harmonic and rhythmic ingenuity of these four, including hearing chords that shouldn’t be there but are and giving the most angular lines an insistent swing, is a shared trait. Nichols was neither alone nor unfamiliar. Powell and Monk were revered in their own time—and ours. Hope was also obscure but he worked and recorded, including as a sideman. But Nichols somehow was the outlier.

Nichols’s tunes are quirky but perfectly charming and one of them, “Serenade,” with Billie Holliday’s lyrics became “Lady Sings the Blues.” That is a singular contribution to the art and should have counted for something. Those compositions deserve to be heard—and they are getting to be. There are a handful of albums that are specifically dedicated to these tunes, a conscious effort to call attention to this oeuvre as a whole. It is more than simply playing one of these tunes among some standards as part of a set or a recording of a composition of Tadd Dameron’s or some other established composer. The friends of Herbie Nichols, the players who have participated in these celebrations—Roswell Rudd, Steve Lacy, George Lewis, Misha Mengelberg, Han Bennik, and Frank Kimbrough and Ben Allison—indicate his impact on the music. He speaks to them and they in turn incorporate his aesthetic in their own.

Roswell Rudd, a Nichols sideman in the early 1960s, is one of the most important friends of Herbie Nichols as he was at the very center of this nexus of the earliest recordings that celebrated and uncovered “the unheard Herbie Nichols.” Before making two albums by that name more than a decade later, he enlisted his old friend Steve Lacy in 1983 for “Regeneration,” which featured three Nichols tunes juxtaposed quite naturally with their usual celebration of Monk’s music. Rudd and Lacy had backgrounds in Dixieland and their trombone/soprano saxophone has a hint of that part of the tradition even when they are at their freest.

The pianist on “Regeneration,” Misha Mengelberg, is the leader of “Change of Season” (1985) with Lacy, trombonist George Lewis, and drummer Han Bennik playing an all Nichols program. Beside once again pairing soprano and trombone, the album features Mengelberg and Bennik, whom I first knew from Eric Dolphy’s “Last Date.” Nichols’s appeal to those drawn to that adventurous side of the music is as telling as the Dixieland ones.

Rudd’s two volumes of “The Unheard Herbie Nichols,” featuring a trio with guitarist Greg Millar and percussionist John Bacon, provide completely different voicings—sparer with a guitar as the chordal instrument—on tunes that Nichols could never record.

It is that same spirit that drove Ben Allison and Frank Kimbrough to form the Herbie Nichols Project to mine the treasure trove of manuscripts in the Library of Congress as well as arranging the trio recordings for quintet. They recorded three albums from 1995-2001. Kimbrough brought that same fastidious curation to his monumental “Monk’s Dreams,” which is “the complete compositions of Thelonious Sphere Monk” over six glorious CDs.

When Kimbrough died in 2020, his colleagues paid him the fitting tribute of recording 58 of his compositions with the same loving reconstruction from recordings and manuscripts. Kimbrough’s playing was rich, reflecting such wonderful influences as Monk, Nichols, Andrew Hill, and Paul Bley. He was very much a friend of Herbie Nichols.

And his friend Ben Allison has recently returned to Nichols’s music with a trio album with guitarist Steve Cardenas and tenor saxist Ted Nash that approaches these tunes with an ensemble as fresh as Rudd’s very different trio.

Thanks to such friends, the music of Herbie Nichols is not completely unheard anymore, making our listening as fans that much richer.

[moralchampion]

I love when you can see one of the Sidemen just running in the background of the others' recording 😭

[joshuasearing]

Tuesday 17th January 2023

Hey journal today has been ok the start of the day was bad but as the day went on it got better luckily. So this morning I was suppose to have work at 5am however I did not get to work until about 5:20am due to many different reasons. One of the reasons being my alarm did not wake me up properly due to me having hardly any sleep also last night it took me like 2 hours to fall asleep which is not great at all. on top of this when I did wake up I did not want to get out of bed as I felt like pure shit and I was dreading for the day ahead of me. Then when I went to leave the house and shut the door the door was not shutting properly due to the weather and everything had frozen up. So this means I woke my mum up and she told me she will drop me off then when we were leaving she sorted out the door problem. Then to make matters worse the morning got worse as when we went to get into the car none of the doors would open due to them being frozen stuck. so it took us about 5 minutes to get in the car. Then on top of this after we got in the car my mum had to spend another few minutes getting all of the ice off of the car windows. Then when my mum finished doing that she also realised some of the window inside of the car had also frozen up so she had to clear this up as well.

Anyways once I got to work work was ok I spent the first half of the day in window and then I took the next part off the day on instore and to be honest the shift went suprisingly fast and I also did not find the shift that bad. Anyways after doing this shift I went home watched some sidemen and love island, then I made my logo for my dropshipping business I am in hopes of starting so I can start making some good money. Then I made the background to my shopify store.

Anyways this is a somewhat short summary of what happened today I will speak to you later journal! hopefully tomorrow is not a bad day as I have to start work at 5:30am. Wish me luck!

[sidemenxixshadow]

Sidemen Blue Lens Flare PC Background

[secret-rendezvous1d]

chat night?

[buzzyb33]

can i please get a josh (zerkaa) x f!reader fic where they do up the apartment for christmas\spend christmas together just a lot of fluff and warm feelings ty xxx

AHHHH OF COURSE ML 🫶🏽.

Prompt:in request.

Warnings: swearing

Josh was out for a sidemen video recording in central London, most likely going to be back soon, so, as his fiancée, I would obviously spend my free time doing something for us.

I grin as I sit cross legged and pick the branches, spreading them out evenly as I stack the parts on the faux tree.

I have some random Christmas music playing in the background.

I stand up straight as I finish fluffing out the tree in a way.

I’d always been a sucker for Christmas and went shopping for decorations the previous week.

I stood up to get the box in the kitchen when the door opens and closes.

I hear a sigh as I bring the boxes into the living and look towards the hallway and josh pulls his hoodie off.

“What you- oh you’re decorating? Can I help?” He smiles.

My eyes glisten as I nod.

“Course you can, help me with the bulbuls.”

He nodded and begun helping me put the blue white and grey balls on the tree.

I lean into him and smile.

As we finish with the tree I kiss his cheek and urge him to stand up.

“Go change into something more comfy Josh, you’re too bulky now.”

He rolls his eyes.

“Uh- I don’t think I am, but whatever.” He teasingly rolls his eyes and goes into our room.

I open the box that's filled with tinsel.

Josh comes back in with some Christmas pyjamas and a white shirt.

I smile at him as he sits cross legged next to me, taking some tinsel out the box.

We sit in a comfortable silence for a couple minutes before he speaks: “are we doing all the stairs again? And the fireplace?”

“Course we are.” I grin as he chuckles and finishes untangling the one in his hand.

He stands up and works on wrapping silver and he tinsels around the fire place while I start on the stairs.

The low hum of a Christmas playlist soothing as we work.

“Hey josh- I’ve done with the-“ I cut myself off as I trip on some fairy lights he left on the floor, tripping until he barely catches me.

We meet each others eyes and both burst out laughing.

I giggle and stand up straight.

“Let’s go and do the bedroom.” I say as we compose ourselves.

“Like the sound of that.” He winks and I slightly again.

We decorate the whole apartment in Christmas things, lights, tinsel, until it looked like an elf had through up on whole house.

Us two ended up in bed with empty hot chocolates next to us, him shirtless left as a pile of limbs as I muzzle into him, exhausted from putting so many things up.

“Thank you for helping me, Josh.” I say my tone a bit heavier as I close my eyes against his chest.

“You’re welcome..” he mumbled, his grip on my waist tightening.

He smelt of cinnamon and sweets when I nuzzled into him, my eyes closed.

The next morning I woke up to his light snores next to me, as I climb out of his grip I open the curtains to see the whole floor covered in snow.

I let out a light gasp and grin to myself.

As Josh stays asleep I decide to shower, change into some white jeans, a white long sleeved shirt and a black sweater, I get a scarf and gloves and set mine and Josh’s out.

Just as i do that I hear him grumble.

“N/n.. shut the curtains..” he moans into his pillow.

“It’s half ten, Josh.” I say as I fold them.

“What? Really?” He says and looks up.

“Why are you dressed? Are we going somewhere?” He says and sits up, the duvet falling to his thighs.

“It’s snowed so-“ he rubs his eyes as I continue.

“So I was gonna go for a walk and get some food or something.” I shrug.

“Do you wanna come?” He wraps his arms around my waist from behind and puts his head on my shoulder.

“Course..”

I smile and kiss his bearded cheek.

Mad we get ready to leave I insist on taking some pictures.

He smiles as I put my hat on.

We talk some photos the last one with us kissing.

I grin and hold his hand as we leave.

I drive is to central London and we walk around for around 2 hours, getting some food and Christmas gifts for family.

“If you was a 6 year old girl with a weird obsession with dinosaurs, would you rather the diplodocus or the pterodactyl?” He asks as we enter a toy shop.

“Definitely the diplodocus.” I say and he nods.

“Same for you- if you was a 10 year old boy with a weird obsession with spider man would you rather the figure of Gwen or Uhm- Iron spider?”

“Gwen, she’s cooler.” He responds and I nod.

We spend some more time getting cards then head back, we were out for 3 hours and we had to go out for food with one of my university friends.

As we have an hour or two to our selves we sit cross legged and wrap some gifts in the same comfortable hum of Christmas songs.

“Y/n how the fuck am I meant to wrap a teddy bear?” He scoffs and I see him struggling to wrap the stuffed dinosaur.

“Uh- focus on the body then the head I suppose here, do this.”

I hand him a shoe box that’s for Ethan (their stupid elf slippers) and take the plush.

I wrap it after mild difficulty and hand it back.

He thanks me and kisses my temple, handing it back.

I let a ghost of a smile stay on my lips as I keep wrapping.

After our meal we end up in the same state, tired and intertwined together like we’re one person not two separate.

I have my forehead on his bare chest as he rubs circles up and down my back.

“Goodnight n/n..” he murmurs as I wish it back, falling asleep in his strong grip again, skin to skin, heart to heart.

A/n: I loved this request made me giggle a bit, anyway! Simon headcannons coming soon then a Harry Fic.

I also do not know what pet names the boys would call their partner so..

REQUEST OR ASK ME ANYTHING!!

[dtfminiminter]

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