#sidemen girlfriends

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the internets girlfriend masterlist x

below is all my work(s) so far !!!

and requests are happily open x

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George Clarke

Series

Secrets in Doncaster

Part One

Part Two (Coming soon !!!)

One-Shots

Easter Basket (Coming soon !!!)

Headcanons

Dating George Clarke (Coming soon !!!)

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Harry Lewis - Coming soon !!!

[pixiesfz]

why did nobody tell me that there was an Arsenal womens x sidemen video

“hi my names Caitlin Foord I should score but…we’ll see”

[live-laugh-lenney]

temptation | george clarkey

summary; george misses his girlfriend, yn, so the sidemen bring her in during his time on 'inside'... but her visit comes at a cost.

word count; 4.2k

** warnings; slight mention of sex but just some sickening fluff. **

'inside' really re-ignited my love for george, not that i didn't love him enough already, so thank you for that, sidemen. in a real funk for him so this is a little something to bring both my feels and the beauty of george on 'inside' together! let me know what you think. enjoy! x

“Whatever you do, just resist whatever they throw at you.”

“I mean, I don’t really think I should be taking spending advice from the one guy spending the most of our prize money in here,” George taunted playfully, a guilty look spreading across PK’s face that soon broke apart with a cheeky grin before his hands came up in a surrender, acting like the innocent man he was portraying to the cameras yet those around him could just about see right through him, “but that was the plan, my man.”

George shot a playful finger gun in PK’s direction with a wink following suit before he disappeared around the corner of the fake living room, all put together in a studio for the sake of the show, and away from the chatter and the laughter coming from the other housemates. Their conversations becoming distant, almost inaudible mumbles, as he rounded the corner to the Temptation Room and awaited the fate of his next decision. His thoughts raced through his mind because he wasn’t sure what his plan was. 

He’d seen the temptation that Whitney had faced, knowing it was one she definitely couldn’t resist,  and he’d seen the temptation Jason had accepted, just a day prior to his own moment in the temptation room, that had been something he was passionate about happening. 

George really didn’t want to follow suit.

He wanted to resist. 

He was going to resist…

… or that’s what he told himself.

He told himself to be strong and to remember that whatever they were going to put before him, he could probably have once he’d left the show. He told himself to ignore what the Sidemen were about to put before him because he knew they were doing it for the content of the show. Yet he had a gut-feeling it was going to be something difficult for him not to be tempted by, and they knew what his weaknesses were, telling himself to think about how the prize pot would be worth splitting if he chose to resist, if he ever had the chance of becoming a finalist.

“Welcome to the Temptation Room, George,” Vik’s voice echoed around the empty room, catching George’s attention as his eyes dodge where the cameras were placed, looking anywhere but the lenses that were filming his every move because he knew he was going to be sussed out, “if you take a look to your left, there’s another door. Resting on top of the doorframe, above your head, is a card which has your temptation in. If you could reach for it and read it out loud.”

“Yes, Vikstar.”

And he did as he was told.

“In the room before you-” George started reading but he caught a glimpse at what was next to come on the card and his words, as well as his breath, caught in his throat, “shut up, you’re joking me?”

“If you could finish what’s written on the card,” Vik warned him gently but there was a hint of a smile in the words that came through the speaker, “please, George.”

“In the room before you is your girlfriend, YN. For thirty thousand pounds of the prize money, you can spend half an hour with her. Do you accept your temptation, George?” He read from the card and he could feel his heart pumping sporadically in his chest, his hands trembling and his legs turning into jelly as he stood before the door, knowing just who was on the other side. “This is a new low, Sidemen.”

“We know you miss her, George. We’ve heard you speak of her a lot whilst you’ve been in here so it wouldn’t be so bad if you accepted it,” Vik said with a hint of mischievous and cheekiness in his tone and George groaned exasperatedly, rolling his head back and letting go of the card, completely dismissing it as it floated to the floor and landed by his feet, digging the heels of his hands into his eyes out of frustration, “she’s made it very clear to us how much she misses you, too.”

“But the final is only a couple of days away and I swore I wouldn’t take this temptation so we could keep the money. The guys back in the house, they thought I was the strongest member who wouldn’t get tempted,” he said, almost as a reminder to himself as he spoke aloud his thoughts, “but, God, I do miss her though. A whole lot. We spend almost every single day together so it’s strange for her not to be in bed when I wake up in the mornings or walking around telling me stupid jokes in the silence. Instead, we have KSI’s hollering to get us out of bed.”

There’s no response to him - part of him wanted Vik to give him some guidance but he knew that was a long shot - and he frowned.

He wanted nothing more than to accept.

When he woke up in the morning, he thought of her routine. Not that he knew the time but he checked off a list that he thought she’d have done by then; made the bed, ate her breakfast, got herself showered and dressed for the day, watched what she missed on television before she started her work day. He thought about what she might have had for lunch, what she might have been planning for dinner, who she was out and about with as she passed the time and filled the void of him not being there.

He missed her small daily updates as she informed him what she was up to. Silly pictures to accompany her tasks, updating him on how she’d bumped into Arthur unexpectedly for lunch or went out for an impromptu pint with Chris because she’d seen him out and about, expressing how she couldn’t wait to come home and have him all to herself because that feeling was always matched and he was never ashamed to tell her how he wanted to a night in with her.  

When he went to bed at night, all he could think about was YN. Wondering what she was up to, whether she was asleep or scrolling through TikTok because she couldn’t drift off, knowing she would be frustrated at herself because she liked to be up early so she could plan out her day. He wondered whether she was thinking about him like he was thinking about her, wondering if he was okay like he was wondering if she was okay, wondering if she missed his cuddles and how she wanted nothing more than to be curled up by his side which was a feeling he missed a lot.

His routine had changed, not that he had much of a routine to follow, and having a YN-shaped hole in his life for that week was tough for him to deal with.

“Your radio silence makes this so much easier for me,” George grumbled sarcastically, sitting himself down on the floor and resting his back against the wall beside the door, “I don’t want to spend money because I haven’t spent a lot of money but because I haven’t spent much money in here, it almost feels like it’d be acceptable for me to go ahead and agree.”

He sighed with slight aggravation because the decision that he needed to make had the cogs in his mind working overtime.

“I’m surrounded by strangers here and as nice as they are and as great a conversation they hold, and it’s been nice getting to know them but no-one beats YN and that’s why I’m so stuck. I want some normalcy and the feeling of home, just to feel like I’m in my safe space,” George argued with himself, the back of his head colliding with the wall behind him, “I know she’s in there and I know she would say we only have two days left before we see each other and that it would be a waste this far into the week.”

“What’s your answer, George?”

“I need a moment,” he admitted and, for the first time, he looks into the camera lens and it’s evident he’s torn up over both sides of the decision that he needed to make. His eyebrows are pinched together on his browline, his cheeks are a rosy-pink colour from how heated he was making himself feel over his thoughts, his eyes full of desire to see her yet his mind was telling him a whole something different, “I think-”

He cuts himself off and there’s a smile that twitches his lips.“I think you might want to turn off the cameras because I’ve really missed her and I might not be able to hold back,” he said with cheekiness in every word that rolled off his tongue, “I want to see YN. I need to see her.”

“I accept the temptation, Sidemen,” he said with slight trepidation to the sentence; he was really about to see the one person he’d been craving to see for the last few days and he felt… nervous. Of course he felt nervous. Because he didn’t know how the rest of the house would react to him spending 30k on seeing someone he had a possibility of seeing as soon as the next elimination rolled around but, at the same time and almost blurring the lines between the two, there were excited nerves that were fluttering around his insides because it was his girlfriend he was about to see. “Let me see her, please.”

The lock of the door clicked beside him and it caught his attention from where he was still situated on the floor, a creak soon following as it opened, and he saw her trainers before he saw the rest of her. The Adidas Campus trainers that were coloured an off-white cream and a deep-green, that he always took the mickey out of because the laces were so chunky and made her feet look tiny compared to his own, were matched with baggy jeans and a white t-shirt fitted to her frame that was paired with one of his zip-up hoodies that seemed to swallow her up… yet she still looked comfortable and cosy. And seeing her face was all it took for him to feel all of his emotions flooding through him.

“Are you going to get up and hug me or what?” She wondered and he scoffed out a gentle laugh, his eyes glossing over and he refused to let his tears spill because he didn’t want to be deemed an emotional wreck all over Twitter when the show came out on Netflix, “come on, you silly billy.”

She held her hands out and he took them, without hesitation, pulling himself to his feet and wasting no time in wrapping his arms around her and holding her close to his body, her head slotting nicely underneath his chin, her arms linking around his waist as she gave him a squeeze that the both of them seemed to need in that moment. The first ounce of true happiness he’d felt in five days, the desired touch of the one person he wanted around, breathing in the scent of her perfume. His stresses from the previous few days, and the knowledge of him being on a television show that kept him away for a week, seemed to disappear and, in that moment, it was just the two of them.

In their own little bubble.

And they stood like that for a good few minutes.

Neither one of them wanted to break the silence that surrounded them as they stood together, arms wrapped around each other as they swayed from side to side in the baron room, their rhythmic breathing being the only thing that seemed to fill it. 

“I’ve missed you so much,” he whispered into her ear, a tickling sensation coursing down her neck from where his facial hair brushed over her skin. In the five days he’d been unable to groom himself, it had gotten a lot longer than she was used to (not that she was complaining - if someone asked her how she felt, a complaint would be the furthest thing from what she would say, if she was being honest), sending goosebumps down her arms and a shiver down her spine, “so much.”

“I’ve definitely missed you more,” she giggled sweetly and she reluctantly pulled away from him, loosening her arms around his middle and bringing her hands to cup his cheeks in her palms, “the boys have been driving me crazy, you know? They let me stay for the week whilst you’re not there and I have no idea how you put up with them.”

“You learn to drown them out,” he said and tilted his head to the side and into the gentle touch caressing one of his cheeks, “but I’m glad you’ve had some company this week. Even if they are annoying, they mean well.”

“I think they miss you a lot, too,” she informed him, “Chris has been coming to me for advice like he would go to you for. But I don’t know if I can give good advice as someone that isn’t a bloke.”

“Anything can be better than what I tell him,” George snickered and she rolled her eyes, “seriously. You think I tell him what he should do? He goes and does the opposite of what we say, anyway.”

He wrapped his hands around her wrists, pulling them from his face and along with him as he went back to the place he was sitting when she entered the room, the both of them sliding down the wall as they sat beside each other. He bent his knees up, resting his elbows on them and stretching his forearms out, whilst YN stretched out her legs and placed her hands in her lap.

“How are you finding this whole thing?”

“Not as hard as I thought I would,” George said and YN nodded softly as he spoke, a warm smile on her lips as she listened to him tell her everything he wanted to get off his chest, “but I think I’m just struggling to feel a part of something here. Everyone has someone they can go to, like a small group, when things get a bit difficult or when something happens so I just feel like I’m stuck in the middle. I’m friends with everyone here now which I think is helping me but,” he shook his head in denial, “I don’t know how the hell I’m still here. These guys have so much more going for them than me. They’re louder than me, have more of a personality, are definitely going to be shown a lot more than me so I have no idea what the hell I’m still here for.”

“You deserve your place here,” she clarified, “you must be doing something right if you’re two days away from the final day.”

“There are moments during the elimination rounds where I wish it wouldn’t play into my favour but I can’t seem to fail on purpose. I’m so thankful to be here and grateful that the Sidemen asked me to be here but, at the same time, I want to come home. I want to be back where I feel comfortable, in my own bed and my own flat, with my idiot friends and lovely you,” he looked at her and slotted his fingers through hers, holding her hand tightly, “I want to be back with you. I hate not walking into a room and not seeing you sitting on the sofa or waking up next to you in bed and watching you sleep or hearing you sing in the shower or see you making me some breakfast in the mornings, even if it is just some scrambled eggs on toast.”

“It’s not long and we’ll be back doing those small things you love,” she reminded him and her thumb rubbed across his knuckles in a soothing manner, “I can’t wait to watch you on Netflix either. I can’t wait to tell people all over the place that my boyfriend is a Netflix star.”

“A Netflix star may be a bit of a stretch,” he laughed, his eyes crinkling at the corners, “you’ve not told anyone, have you?”

She shook her head.

“I know you and how bad you are at keeping secrets,” he teased and nudged an elbow into her side, and she rolled her eyes in response to him, “reckon I could smuggle you back in there? I don’t think they’ll notice if I sneak you in under my jumper and hide you in my bed.”

“Oh, I reckon they would,” she laughed and he groaned at her answer, rolling his head back and letting it collide softly with the wall, “I was really hoping you wouldn’t accept your temptation, you know?”

“Why?”

“Because it means saying goodbye to you again,” she said, turning on the spot and she sat herself upright so she was facing him, her vision looking down at her lap as her fingers played with the digits on his hands to distract her mind from thinking about the half an hour that was passing too quickly, “I hated it the first time so this one sucks even more.”

It was a night she couldn’t forget, still fresh on her mind, and she could feel the heartache so vividly. As if every time she thought about it, she was reliving that morning.

The morning started off early but slow. They woke up hours before they needed to so they could squeeze in a cuddle in bed, which soon turned into the slowest sex they could make that allowed them to drink in every single emotion in every single moment, holding each other close as if they would disappear if they let go. They showered together, they got ready together, all whilst shedding a few unwarranted tears as they prepared themselves to spend a week without any form of contact. They stretched out breakfast-time which consisted of quick goodbye sex on the counter as they waited for their food to cook and, by the time mid-morning had come by, they’d already squeezed in enough time together to feel satisfied in how they parted ways. His suitcase packed for the week and stood upright at the front door beside his shoes as well as the jacket he was going to wear for his entrance, the two of them holding each other as they whispered their goodbyes to each other.

A morning she was going to need them to relive once he was home so the memory had a positive connection. 

“I needed to see you though. As much as I hate saying goodbye, too, I just needed a little boost before the end.”

“I would have done the same though,” she admitted, shrugging nonchalantly and looking up at him, “you have such a strong hold on me, George Clarke.”

“As do you, YN YLN,” he repeated in the same manner, “I couldn’t not say yes knowing you were on the other side of the door. So close to me. I wasn’t going to let the opportunity of holding you and having you next to me pass me by. Some of these guys have accepted theirs and they’ve spent so much more than me through the week. I feel it was an okay choice to make.”

“Spoilers,” she warned him, pointing an accusing finger at him before covering her ears in protest to hearing anything else that she was going to watch in the show when it aired, “don’t tell me anything else, mister.”

Before they knew it, as if no time had passed at all, it was soon time for them to say their goodbyes. 

George could feel it in the pit of his stomach, heavy and twisting up into knots that made him feel sick, knowing that it was soon approaching the half an hour mark and he hated how quickly it seemed to go. And YN could feel her emotions building up, with an ache in her throat that made it hard to swallow and a feeling of dread coursing through her that made her feel tense and sad, trying not to look at him in fear that she would crumble on camera.

The door that she had entered opened again and they took that as their cue to stand back to their feet.

“What’s stopping me from walking out with you?” 

“You’d be an idiot to do that,” she laughed softly, shaking her head at his bizarre proposition, “you’ve got this far so you need to see this through till the end, you donut.”

His fingers connected with hers, keeping a tight grip on her as if she would walk out that door and never be seen by him again, and his thumbs stroked across the back of her hands. She could feel the shaking of his limbs from the disdain of having to see her walk out and disappear behind the door, and it was enough to bring tears to her eyes. 

“I love you,” she smiled sweetly, contradicting the tears that had threatened her eyes and had slowly started to dribble down her cheek, “forty-eight hours and you’ll be back with me.”

“It could be less,” he reminded her, bringing his hands up to wipe away the tears away from her cheeks with his thumbs, “I could see you tomorrow.”

“Be optimistic, mister. You’re going to that final,” she says, leaning up on her toes and pressing a kiss to his cheek and she allowed her lips to linger a little longer against the soft curve of his cheek, “I would give you a great big smacker on the lips but Netflix might have to change the rating of the show because I don’t think I can control myself.”

He smirked at her and he could feel the heat rising to his cheeks.

“Yeah, we best not do anything too risqué. We’ll save that for the privacy of the bedroom,” he whispered with an almost growling tone, “I love you.”

“George, YN. I’m afraid your time together is up.”

“Yes, thank you, Vikstar. You don’t need to remind us,” George grumbled to the camera and, as saddened as she was, she giggled at his attitude to the voice that echoed around the room, “I guess this is it.”

“Sadly,” she pouted and neither one of them could take their eyes off each other, “someone’s going to have to pry me away from you, I think. I can’t bring myself to step away.”

“Go on,” he mumbled dejectedly, his eyebrows pinching together, “forty-eight hours to go.”

“I’ll see you on the other side,” she grins, pulling her hands away from his at an agonisingly slow speed, “good luck. I love you.”

“I love you more,” he watches as she steps towards the door. 

Deep down, she didn’t want to turn around to look at him and, truthfully, George didn’t think he could handle it if she took one last look at him; he was okay with watching the back of her as she disappeared around the door and, as it slowly closed behind her, he felt his heart plummet to the floor.

As he stepped foot back into the small bubble of Inside, he felt sad yet he seemed to find a new found excitement to finish the show. That one half an hour with her being a pick-me-up, giving him a new lease of happiness, and he was determined to finish. The quicker the time went, the sooner he’d be back with her. The laughter and distant chatter seemed to get closer as he rounded the corner and ascended up the three stairs back into the main area, poking his head around the corner and looking into the room, a timid smile on his lips.

“You didn’t get locked in the room then,” Jason teased as George fell to the sofa and slouched down into the cushions with a grumpy expression on his face, “what was it? What happened?”

“Uhm,” he coughed into his fist to clear his throat, as well as to drag out the moment for dramatic anticipation for those around him and for those who would be watching when it was released to the world, “so, they uh- they tempted me with YN.”

“Oh, no way! Your girlfriend?”

“Yeah,” George nodded, “I couldn’t resist saying no so I took it. I had to see her. I needed to see her.”

“I think I’d have done the same if it was my partner,” Milli-Jo said, sitting beside George and resting her hand on his shoulder and rubbing it soothingly, “I don’t think anyone is going to be crazy mad at you for giving in. It happened last season, it was bound to happen this season. We should have seen it coming, truthfully.”

“I think I just needed to feel a sense of home. My normal life,” he admitted, guilt soaring through his veins at how the entirety of the room was watching him as he explained his reasoning, “she gets me through a lot, always has done since I’ve known her, so there was no way I was passing the opportunity. I thought about it but,” he shrugged, “I don’t think I’d have been happy walking out of that room if I turned it down.”

[w2soneshots]

I had a thought… you know how the sidemen have that card game called Hit Send? What about a fic with Harry and his girlfriend and he sends her a text. You can change what you need!!!🙌✨

Hit send -W2S

words: 0.3k+

warnings: none!

notes: I’ve just written this as a little blurb since there wasn’t enough words for it to be an actual fic! Enjoy lovely and ty for your request😚🫶💓 (also it’s written in second person pov)

"Your turn Bog!" Ethan hollered from his seat on the couch. Harry sighed before leaning forward and grabbing a letter and number card. He proceeded to scroll through his contacts and he let out an amused huff as he read your name.

The boys were extremely pleased that you'd been picked and they all took a good look at the cards containing the text choices in their hands.

Once they'd all picked, the cards were given to Simon, since he was on Harry's right and that meant he got to pick the text that was sent.

"I want to do one she'll actually believe... uhm- this one." He handed Harry the card. "Oh Jesus... okay." Harry pulled out his phone and typed the message.

"Just been arrested." He sent quickly then he slipped his phone back into his pocket and they all continued with the game as they awaited your reply.

Just a few minutes later his phone rang. The boys erupted in giggles before hushing themselves so Harry could answer you without any suspicion.

"Harry?! What the fuck do you mean you've been arrested!" You shouted through the speaker. Harry's eyes widened. "Uh-" he didn't know what to say, he wasn't expecting you to believe it.

"Oh also, hi boys!" The room was silent for a second before they all realised that you were joking and had clearly figured it out, they all sniggered. "Haz, did you forget you literally told me this morning that you were playing 'hit send' today?"

"Oh shit! Yeah... I didn't think I'd end up having to text you." "You donut," Ethan chucked. Harry shrugged. "Anyway I'll see you soon, love you," Harry muttered into the phone, still slightly uncomfortable with showing any affection in front of the cameras. The boys were quick to tease him and you giggled before replying. "Bye, love you too! Have fun!"

[clovermoters]

lando vs obs

💻 ln4 x streamer!reader

💻 lando has trouble with his recording software but have no fear! his streamer gf is here!

💻warnings : none! just fluff

💻authors note: my ass did NOT edit this very welland i wrote is so quick but here you are!!

you were sat on the couch in landos house watching some cheesy rom-com. your boyfriend was currently filming for a new quadrant video in his office and while you wait for him to finish you decided to get comfy. the video was Max and Lando against two members of the sidemen, Josh and Harry in the new F1 2024 game.

your face was stuffed with popcorn as the movie drowns out the screams coming from down the hall.

“babeee!! can you come help me quickly?” you hear lando shout. you paused the movie sitting up to fix your his hoodie as you make your way to see what he needs. “what’s up?” you ask pushing the door open.

“we just did a whole race and it didn’t record anything...” he replies. his eyes are moving across the screen infront of him with furrowed brows as he try’s to figure out this problem on his own. after a pause he sighs annoyed “can you please come take a look? i don’t understand OBS like you do..”.

You shuffle over to stand behind him and reach down to take the mouse from him. after a brief moment of checking his settings and wandering around landos OBS screen. “oh i see the problem! you haven’t set the game capture to F1 so it’s currently just recording your face.” you explain.

you hear max groan in the headset “so yeah you definitely didn’t record that race, did you?” lando pauses as he watched you navigate OBS to fix the issue and set the right game capture. it always amazed him how you understood all these softwares. “no…” he replies slowly.

hearing Maxs distress you give an idea to pass onto the editors “it’s alright, it should be working now and you can just use footage from the races spectator mode instead of his onboard for that race.” you offer. lando smiles “that’s a great idea, thank you baby!” he kisses your cheek.

you smile back and him giving a quick goodbye to the boys before making your way to the door “it helps having a streamer as a girlfriend doesn’t it!” you hear lando brag into his headset. shaking your head with a laugh you resume back to the couch and cuddle up to press play on the movie as the screaming continues to echo from landos office.

[wcters]

YOUR RELATIONSHIP

pairing: will lenney (willne) x fem!reader

summary: an overview of what your relationship with will would look like

request: hey love! obsessed with your writing!! could you do a dating willne headcannons like you did for arthur hill and tv xx

warnings/contents: swearing, sexual innuendos

author’s note: you are so nice 😚 you know i can, and here it is !!!! i do not watch will as much as the other so it may not be as realistic as the others so i apologize 🤍

- you first meet each other at a party im 2022

- you had been a friend of bambino becky’s for YEARS and she invited you to go with her

- usually you declined but this time you said why not 🤷‍♀️ and went

- #girlintuition you know?

- that was the night you ended up meeting will

- kind of cliche actually, the party was held in a bar rented out by one of the sidemen

- you had gone up to get a drink and while there, will literally bumped into you

- had a little chat while you each were waiting for your drinks, you thought he was cute and completely forgot to get his number

- you went back to becky and told her about the guy you met and she didn’t tell you she knew who he was, but did have a mischievous grin on her face

- you didn’t talk again that night but kept staring at each other from across the bar

- becky being the genius she is texted will your number the next day, telling him to text you

- he did, you responded, and ended up planning a date

- it really just went from there until you started dating

- your relationship is FILLED with banter

- people love the way you act together

- “so i was going on the thing-”

- “not with your fatass”

- “i KNOW you aren’t talking about me will”

- “. . . sorry”

- you are definitely the man in the relationship when it matters 🙄

- you have him wrapped around your finger

- even though he jokes, he doesn’t ever treat you bad ❤️

- dancing in the kitchen and sleepovers ALL the time ‼️

- and i don’t mean because your dating, i mean your inner teenage girls come out

- “she did not!”

- “i know right? what a bitch 🙄”

- if you aren’t living together he’ll walk you home or to your car

- says it’s because he wants to keep you safe (which he does) but its also because he doesn’t want to leave you

- constantly arguing (jokingly . . .) with james about who’s boyfriend he actually is

- “mate, i’ve know him longer!”

- “yeah, and i’m the one that shags him!”

- “that you know of”

- “james marriott, i swear to god ━━”

- practically a third wheel in your own relationship 😔😔

- it’s okay, you’ll steal something from james (otto)

- CONSTANTLY stealing will’s clothes

- he can’t find something? you are either wearing it or it’s in your laundry bin

- “babe? have you seen my black adidas hoodie?”

- “no . . .”

- “is that it on you right now?”

- “maybe?”

- matching outfits !!!!!

- and you know they eat every time 😌

- featuring in quadrant merch shoots by yourself and together

- matching quadrant fits to support your boy and his company

- if you are going to a formal event you match his tie to your dress if you can

- getting compliments from all the girls because you all lift each other up

- hanging out with the other girls and chattin’ shit about your men

- you are friends will a lot of the uk girlfriends

- sometimes act as a wingwoman for some of the boys

- being the confident bitch you are 💅

- them asking for clothing and relationship advice if they aren’t confident in something

- you are a sister or mother figure to them when they can’t ask their own

- “y/n does this look good?”

- “yes chris, she will love it”

- “y/n do you know how long to cook pasta for?”

- “arthur you are 25 years old why do you not know how to cook pasta?”

- “i’m a singer, not a chef”

- “i’m hanging up”

- loving everything about will (including his friends but don’t tell them that, they get too cocky 🙄)

- being in love with his mullet specifically

- but i mean, who isn’t honestly?

- you just have the urge to go feral and jump him 🤤

- ESPECIALLY when it’s after he’s just woken up in the morning

- someone better hold you back ‼️

- you have your favourited videos on tiktok public and it’s just him . . . all of its him

- you’ve also been caught in the comments and likes

- you never miss an edit of your man, you always lurking 👀

- he’s always thinking of you too

- although there isn’t as many edits of you as there is of him, he still makes sure to like and save them

- sometimes sends them to you

- in the videos he does with james where they review products, he’ll bring something home to you that he think you’ll like 

- definitely brought home the condoms from that own video 😉

- and they were used

- you spend a lot of time of bed in your relationship

- not inherently sexual, you are both big cuddlers (as much as will hates to admit it)

- when you are away for awhile from each other when the other gets back you’ll have a day dedicated to just chilling in bed and catching up

- sunlight streaming in, television playing low in the background, both of you cuddled up

- will likes to be big spoon most of the time and you like little spoon but if he’s stressed out you’ll be big spoon

- helps him ground himself and you like taking care of him ❤️

- you take care of him when he’s sick 🤧

- you know how men act like their dying when they have a tiny cold? that’s will

- doesn’t even have a fever, just a runny nose and a cough and he swears he sees the gates of hell

- you are so used to it at this point you ignore it/block it out

- not in a rude way but you block it out, just nod and agree

- “y/n i think i’m dying. like seriously”

- “you aren’t will, it’s just a cold”

- “i think i have tuberculosis or whatever that shit’s called”

- “okay will” 🙄

- he’s a big baby and a giant teddy bear

- wants you with him when you can

- obviously every relationship there needs space and you have that but when you get home? he’s got you in a bear hug

- “missed you”

- “i went to the grocery store” 🤨

- you are with him for all his big accomplishments

- running with him when he’s practicing for his video running 1 meter every day, but every day it doubles ❤️

- also being out there with him every day he’s running to make sure he’s okay and give moral support

- you give him a kiss and a cuddle at the end of every day

- honestly being part of his moral support for that video and all the time

- you knew he was upset when james moved away

- as much as you hated to admit it, they were soulmates in another universe and platonic ones in this one

- you get a cat so will doesn’t fill as alone and closer to james

- . . . you also just REALLY wanted a pet

- probably has some weird name like kevin but it’s a girl (shoutout to whoever understands that reference, ily 🤟🏻)

- will is one of those people (and dads) that pretends he hates the cat but treats him like gold

- gets a little too fat from all the treats he gives her

- eventually bringing kevin to meet otto and they become besties 👯‍♀️

- you take care of otto sometimes when james is on tour

- speaking of which, you go with will to james’ shows

- know all the words, loudest voice in the room 💅

- you look iconic, jumping around and singing with a beer in your hand that you don’t spill ONCE

- you also go with will to f1 races sometimes

- the first time you went was a dream come true because you’d been a fan of f1 since you were a little girl but never actually got the chance to see a race 🏎️

- will made it the best experience ever for you, going all out for the passes and hotel room

- if you weren’t in love with him before (which you were), you DEFINITELY loved him then

- he remembered all the little details in the stories you told him

- he does that a lot of the time

- “got the crisps you like”

- “how did you know i liked them?”

- “you mentioned them a couple weeks ago”

- “in passing? you noticed?”

- “‘course i did” can’t believe you didn’t think he would

- you just didn’t remember until that moment

- just so nonchalant about doing things to show he appreciates you

- you also are like that, but will’s better at noticing things

- you’ll refill his body wash without him mentioning it or getting things he told you he would like to try

- just the definition of love you two are ❤️

- never settle for less than a relationship like will and y/n ‼️

[wifelivvyx]

No look, no shame.

ChrisMD x reader , charity match fic.

The stadium was electric. Fans roared, banners waved, and you could feel the energy pulsing through the air as the Sidemen Charity Match neared its final minutes. The Black Team was fighting to stay in the game, but the Red Team had just won a penalty - one that could seal the match.

And of course, the one stepping up to take it was Chris.

You stood just outside the penalty area, watching as he confidently placed the ball down. Even from a distance, you could see the smirk tugging at his lips.

You crossed your arms. "Don’t mess this up, MD."

Chris glanced over at you, feigning offense. "Me? Miss? Do you even know who I am?"

You grinned. "Yeah. A guy who’s about to sky a penalty in front of the entire stadium."

Chris pointed at you dramatically. "That’s bold talk for someone who’s about to witness greatness."

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t stop the tiny smile forming. The referee blew the whistle, the entire stadium holding its breath.

Chris took his stance. A second passed. And then—

He did it.

The no-look penalty.

The ball hit the back of the net perfectly, sending the entire stadium into chaos. The Red Team exploded, players storming forward in celebration. Fans screamed his name. The commentators lost their minds.

But before anyone else could react—

You were already running.

You forgot about the teams, forgot about the score, forgot about everything. The second that ball went in, you sprinted across the field, heading straight for him.

Chris barely had time to register what was happening before—

You leaped into his arms.

Your legs wrapped around his waist as he instinctively caught you by the hips, lifting you off the ground with ease. His laughter rang in your ears as he spun you around in circles, his grip firm, completely caught up in the moment.

"You traitor!" one of your Black Team teammates shouted from a distance, but you barely heard them.

Chris was laughing, breathless, still holding you as he slowed the spin. "You realize you’re meant to be mad right now?"

You huffed, arms still looped around his neck. "Shut up, it was a good goal!"

Chris grinned, his hands squeezing your waist slightly. "I knew you secretly wanted me to score."

You gave him a light smack on the shoulder. "Don’t push it, MD."

He smirked, his forehead almost brushing against yours. "Too late."

The cameras caught everything—the way you jumped into his arms, the way he lifted and spun you effortlessly, the way you were still clinging to him even after the moment had passed. Twitter? Finished. The internet? Losing it.

Realizing the game still had time left, you groaned, reluctantly unwrapping your legs and sliding back onto the grass. Chris, ever the showman, gently set you down, his hands lingering on your waist for a second before finally letting go.

"Back to your side, yeah?" he teased, giving you a playful nudge.

"You are so annoying," you muttered, jogging back toward your teammates—who were now grilling you for celebrating with the enemy.

But despite everything—despite the rivalry, the competition, the cameras—nothing could wipe the stupid grin off your face.

Later That Night…

The match was over. The afterparty was in full swing. Twitter had imploded over that moment.

"Mate," Theo laughed, holding up his phone. "Look at this tweet - ChrisMD scores, and [Y/N] literally leaps into his arms. Opponent or girlfriend???."

Chris snickered, scrolling through dozens of slow-motion replays of your hug. "No regrets," he said smugly.

You groaned, burying your face in your hands. "I’m never hearing the end of this, am I?"

Chris casually threw an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his side. "Nope."

You huffed, but deep down?

You really weren’t mad about it.

[mrtelevisionlover]

Can you do an angst Harry fic where he is in an established relationship but he is so busy with sidemen etc and she doesn’t feel like a priority or like the relationship is important for him and they have an argument maybe and she’s ready to leave and he has to fight for her to stay?

Hello, tysm for requesting! Low-key got a bit emotional writing this 😬

it's very angssty(?), hope you like it!

Stay

Today was Y/n and Harry’s five year anniversary. She had planned a lovely dinner at their favourite restaurant, then they would go for a walk, and then they would come home and snuggle up on the sofa. It’s perfect…Or it would be perfect if Harry looked at her messages. 

Over the past few months, Harry has barely been home–constantly filming videos in different countries, on set, etc–and when he is home, he’s always on his phone, or in his office. It feels like he’s purposely ignoring her, barely acknowledging her presence in their own shared home. 

Sometimes, when she’s alone in bed, she thinks he’s out cheating on her. It brings her to tears, knowing Harry is out looking as attractive as he is, mingling with girls in bars or parties. Ones she's never invited to because ‘she wouldn’t like it.’. She would actually really like it, she hasn’t been invited out for so long and she just wants to see her friends.

“Can I come?...”

“Nah, it’s a lads thing.”

A couple hours later, when she’s sick of the silence, she goes on Instagram to see selfies of Faith and Talia, even Sabina and Tennessee. Everyone was there. 

“Ma’am? If you're not going to order, you need to leave.” Her thoughts are suddenly interrupted when the waitress comes over for the umpteenth time.

“He’s just coming, I promise-”

“You’ve been here over an hour, if you don’t order in the next fifteen minutes, you’ll need to give up your table.”

“O-okay…Sorry.” Y/n swallows nervously, showing her a small smile.

Y/n watches the waitress walks away, laughing to her coworker, probably about the loser that’s been sat on her own for over an hour. She pulls out her phone and checks if Harry’s replied. She can see he’s online but her messages have been left on delivered.

She decided to send him another text, hoping that he’ll see it.

Another 10 minutes pass, and she can see the waitress looking over. She sends Harry a few more messages, her eyes start to water and she can feel that familiar lump forming in her throat

Y/n is suddenly pulled from her phone. “Okay, you need to leave.” The waitress starts clearing her table, not taking no for an answer.

“No-He’s coming, He wouldn’t do that-” Y/n tries to grab the cutlery from her hands as her voice wavers.

“He’s not coming, go home.” The waitress sighs.

She shakes her head, “He is-He is, he wouldn’t forget me. He loves me-It’s our fifth Anniversary, I-I think he might propose-” She cries.

She shoves her hands away. “Get out.”

“Please-” Y/n pleads, tears falling down her cheeks.

“Go!”

Y/n wipes her nose, looking around her favourite restaurant to see everyone staring at her. Her face flushes and she looks down. She quickly grabs her bag and phone, running out the door muttering sorrys as she goes. 

When she finally arrives at their shared apartment, she can hear the television blasting through the walls. She then opens the door to see Harry, drunk, lying on the sofa. He doesn’t even acknowledge her. 

She chokes out a sob, “I can’t do this anymore!”

“Do what?” Harry looks up from the TV. seeing her teary face sobers him up, slightly.

“Us! You-you don’t talk to me, or prioritize me. You don’t love me!” Y/n waves her hands about in frustration.

His eyebrows furrow. “That’s not true, of course I love y-”

“Then why don’t you say it!?”

“I don’t know, I forget!” Harry shrugs.

“You forget? You forget to tell your girlfriend you love her?”

“I have so much Important stuff going on right now-”

“And I’m not? Today was our fifth anniversary for goodness sake!” She presses her palms deep into her eyes.

He pauses, “...Was it?...”

“Yes!!” She cries. “I waited in that restaurant for an hour and a half, I made a fool of myself!”

“Sorry…”

“That’s all you’ve got? ‘Sorry’? Why don’t you answer my messages? Are they annoying?”

“Yes! Wait, no-”

“You’re mean…” She mutters.

“What?”

“I love you so much but you keep treating me like I’m some gum on your shoe. I can’t keep living like this-” Y/n rushes into the bedroom, grabbing the nearest bag she could find and starts throwing clothes into it.

“Where are you going!?” Harry rushes in front of her, holding her shoulders.

“Away.”

“You’re leaving?”

Y/n grins sarcastically. “Yes. We’re done. You’re free.”

“No don’t say that-I love you.”

“No you do-”

“I do, I do. I love you so much…The reason I was distant was because I was scared. I was scared of the commitment. Everyone is telling me to settle down a-and I freaked out because I do want to settle down…With you! But, I just wasn’t sure if I was ready” He takes a breath.”I was planning to propose, but I got scared, and I ghosted you…but, I’m not scared anymore. I love you so much and…” He gets on one knee, “Will you marry me?...”

“No!” She cries. “You can’t pretend you didn’t do what you did, you can’t just forget it-You-you-you just, you’re mean!”

Harry holds both her shoulders, trying to pull her into a hug “Hey-hey-!"

“No! I can’t do this right now-” Y/n pushes him away and reaches for her keys. She quickly opens the door, fleeing into the night, slamming the door in his face…

ignore any mistakes, its midnight!! 😅

[wroetojaw]

SIDEMEN BRUTALLY RANK MORE YOUTUBERS | H. Lewis

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summary: cozy day in with your boyfriend and watching the sidemen

tags: fluff, w2s x reader

warnings: slight cursing (not really)

a/n: instead of doing my literature essay I completed this story hope you guys enjoy!! more stories and stories about other youtubers are coming soon! ⋆｡˚

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“Welcome to MoreSidemen, where the Sidemen, talk badly, about other youtubers” Simon says as the others cheer jokingly.

You giggle quietly while watching the video, leaning back into your boyfriend’s arms. Harry said you were one of the people they ranked and asked if you wanted to watch it with him. And, of course, you agreed because who wouldn’t. You watch Harry as he gets up from the couch to go get a snack.

"You look good in this video by the way," you complemented him as your eyes wandered back to the screen. "I reckon I look good in every video, don't know what you mean..." He remarked. You rolled your eyes and playfully shoved him when he sat back down next to you only to be grabed by the waist and pulled closer to him.

"They are our friends, so don't take any of these seriously," Simon continues with a disclaimer, knowing how the internet would react if he didn't. "Maybe not for much longer if I get ranked last for any of the nice ones." You say, half-accusingly glaring at Harry. He puts on a guilty look and shrugs.

"Which Youtuber would you most want backing you up in a fight, we have seven people." The said seven people then popped up at the bottom of the screen. It was you, Deji, Theo Baker, Callux, Danny Aarons, Randolph, and Calfreezy. “Oh shit, it’s my girlfriend oh no,” Harry says, putting his hands in his face. The guys laugh at him and Vik says, “someone’s sleeping in the dog house tonight.” "Bro you better watch what you say."

"Who'd you want most", "Well Deji has got to be number one", "Yea Deji number one," they say in agreement. "Hey! What about me," you say, turning around to pretend to punch Harry. He ducks out of the way and says, "Come on Y/N, he's literally a professional boxer". "Yeah well...I can throw a punch too." You grumble, turning back around to face the television.

"...Theo's up there because he's pretty w..." You hear your boyfriend say in the video. "I could take him down," you mutter. "I know you could okay Y/N," he says as he kisses the top of your head. The guys continue discussing their rankings, not once mentioning you at all. "Okay now hold on a sec, because I personally think Y/N could pack a punch you know, I feel like she's got the temper enough to take a bitch down." Simon reasons with the group.

"Remind me to give Simon a big hug the next time we see him." You say gleefully, happy someone finally recognized your strength. "Yeah, I agree. I think she has the ride-or-die kind of mindset because she will fight for you and what-not, god I love her." Harry says. You look up lovingly at him and kiss his cheek.

"So we're going Deji, Theo, Danny, Lux, Y/N, Freezy, Randy," they say as they list out their rankings. "Are we sure about Freezy and Randy?" Tobi asks, to which Harry responds, "Y/N loves getting into fights so yeah..." You glare at Harry, unsure if it was a compliment or not. "You know she's actually mad strong. The other time she accidentally turned around and elbowed my stomach and it had a huge bruise for a week," Josh added. "Does that mean you're just weak then?" Simon says. The lads just laughed and before Josh even tried to defend himself, Simon already started talking about the fan's rankings.

"Randy's third? And Danny's six?" Simon says in disbelief. "No way I think Randy and Danny swap," Harry says, he looks down the lists and sees you've been ranked at sixth. "Wait no way they voted Y/N as last. Guys have you seen her during our challenges, she would take a bitch down," Harry continues. You thanked him for 'defending your honor' and gave him a big smooch on the lips.

They continued to disagree with the fan rankings, but you honestly couldn't care less anymore. Knowing that your boyfriend thought you were tough and could hold your own was enough for you. You begin to dose off as the video continues playing, hearing Harry chuckle every now and then when his friends make a joke, as he combs your hair unconsciously.

However, one of the questions you hear as you fall asleep catches your attention. "Which youtuber is the most attractive?" You sit up, curious about what would be their rankings. The rest of boys in the video look at Harry, thinking that he would instantly say his girlfriend, but boy were they wrong. "Number one Callux," Harry says immediately. You both burst out laughing as he continues to try and correct himself, in the video, realising his girlfriend was also in the list. You pretended to act offended as Harry 'apologises profusely', peppering kisses all around your face. You couldn't help but giggle at your boyfriend's adorableness.

Laying back down in your boyfriend's arms as he wraps them tightly around you, with the video playing in the background, you look up at Harry, wondering how did you get so lucky and how much you love your life.

[w2sology]

Blurb request 🥰🥰 i rewatched the roast today and was thinking about how cute and funny it would be if all of the roasts Harry received were just about how much he’s punching and how much his gf is the best sidemen girlfriend and all of the other boys fancy her 🤣 and Harry just being so embarrassed but he low-key sees where they’re coming from, he knows he’s lucky. Maybe girlie is in the audience too 🥹

omg he would be an absolute mess.

all the boys participating in the roast would mention you, a default part of targeting harry. and obviously you'd know it was all fun and games but you couldn't help but let out a laugh from where you sat at the different ways they all labelled you as 'way out of his league'. cal definitely had the best ones, having seen your relationship with harry at its early stages if you two had been together for quite some times. he'd recall all the moments where he was convinced some footballer would sweep you off of your feet and make you leave harry, but yet you stuck with 'that then lanky guy clearly lacking several brain cells'. and of course, the dms being mentioned never stopped. chris, being an avid fan of football, proceeded to mention the one time that none other than a chelsea footballer replied to one of you stories with a load of heart eye emojis. perhaps deji took it the furthest, throwing a few flirty comments your way and even winking at where you sat in the audience, all whilst harry nervously laughed at the insults thrown his way. he knew they were just taking the piss, despite the blush on his face and the way his head bowed down as they'd go on and on about how you quite literally settled for less. but he knew they had a point, even he couldn't believe that he managed to pull you. but of course, your mind was stuck on harry, he was your forever, not anyone else.

[pixiesfz]

my bi-sexual heart is telling me I need to give a man some love on this app and since I’ve watched an old sidemen video do we want either a Harry Lewis x Arsenal womens ready or Arsenal womens reader x Caitlin Foord

[insomniac4000]

Masterlist

ChrisMD

Escape- Going to an Escape Room with Chris and the boys.

If You Loved Me - Chris helps his ex through grief

First Impressions- First impressions are wrong

Full of surprises Chris's girlfriend surprises him with her footbaling ability

The Wedding Speech ArthurTV's best man speech and yours and Chris's wedding

Change of Heart Part 2 Enemies to Lovers

Privacy- Enjoying a private pregnancy, for now

20v1 Filming a 20v1 video goes wrong

The Great Youtuber Bake off Chris and his girlfriend battle it out

Hinge and A Ski Trip Chris finally has success on a dating app

Sorry wrong roommate. People start shipping you and George by mistake.

Neighbourly Love Bit of ansgt- Chris hates keeping secrets

Bite Me Chris has a habit of biting his friends when drunk, one night it goes even further (SMUT)

Injury and Intrigue You play in the Sidemen Charity match

Disney Dreams You and Chris take your nieces to Disney

Missing You Slight Smut. You and Chris reunite after so me time away

George Clarke

Lazy Sunday- Having a lazy day with George

Dad!George George as a dad

Just a tender touch Smut

Gym meeting

Matchmaker- ChrisMD gives his friend George a push

Helpful but shy George meets another TikTok star

ArthurTV

Jellylegs- Arthur has a crush on Chris's camerawoman.

Animal Antics Arthur shows off his animal facts on dates

Willne

Right person wrong time The timing was never right.

Fellas to Lovers Appearing on The Fellas you meet Will

Third Times A Charm Will trying to confess his love

A Special Visitor Mikey's sister comes to visit

Harry Lewis

Old friends reunited

Headcannons

Petnames What petnames Youtubers use

DAD! Dad Headcanons for Youtubers

[yourimagines]

Favourite person

* English is not my first language I apologise

* Triggers; fluff

- Summary; you are Harry’s favourite person

Y/N POV

I was watching a movie when my phone blew up from messages. “What the hell.” I paused the movie and picked up my phone. People were tagging me in a post, sending me private messages and friends of mine were texting me. I opened one of the text messages

Bestie❤️: oh my god, you have to see the new sidemen video

Bestie❤️: just watch the video at 13:43

I opened YouTube and went to the newest video. I saw a lot of comments about harry.

‘Aww he so cute.’

‘I wish i had a bf like that.’

‘Nahh who make me cry.’

I started the video at 13:40.

‘But who’s your favourite person then?’ Tobi asked harry ‘Uhh my favourite person? It has to be Y/N.’ Harry smiled ‘Really?!’ Ethan asked, Harry nods. ‘Yeah I never get tired of her but I do get tired from you guys.’ They all laughed. ‘Okay, so your girlfriend is your favourite person?’ JJ asked him ‘Yes, why are you so surprised, I thought it’s a normal answer.’ Harry threw his arms up. ‘It is Harry, they just don’t know it yet.’ Josh said, causing them to talk all at once. ‘I just love her mate.’ Harry says while picking up a new question card.

I sat alone in my room, smiling brightly at my screen. “I’m his favourite person.” I giggled and tried to call him but he didn’t answer. ‘He’s probably filming a new video.’ I lay down again and started the movie.

———

I heard someone open the front door. “Hello!” Harry yelled through the apartment. I stood up and ran to the living room. He stood there with some groceries. “Hey, I’ve missed you.” I jumped at him, hugging him close. “I missed you to.” He returned the hug. “How was your day?” He sighed. “Long, exhausting.” I nod as I picked up the bags. “But I brought you some stuff, your favourite food.” I gave him a quick kiss on his cheek. “Thank you Harry.” He smiles at waved me off. “Nahh don’t thank me.” I unloaded the bags. Harry took a seat on the sofa, pulling his shoes off. “Are you staying here tonight?” “Yes, if you want me too.” I looked at him. “Harry, I always want you.” He laughs. “Good, it would be very awkward if you didn’t want me.” I placed the last items in the fridge and walked over to him, crawling on top of him. My hands where resting on his chest, his hands where on my hips. “You are my favourite person Harry.” He blushes and throws his head back. “Oh no you already saw it.” I started to giggle. “You are so cute.” He slightly pushed me. “Stop, I’m not cute.” I leaned forward and gave him a kiss. “It was adorable.” He groans. “Everyone is talking about it today.” “Do you regret it?” He shakes his head immediately. “No, no I didn’t mean it like that, I would say it thousands times more, I mean it more like, people acting so weird about it, do I really neglect you in that. It’s like they don’t know I love you.” I cupped his face. “Who cares what the people on the internet says, I know you love me and you don’t neglect me Harry, you always show your love to me.” He smiles at me. “Good because I don’t want to lose my favourite person.” He placed a kiss on my hand. “Good I don’t want to lose my favourite person either.” He pulled me close to cuddle me. “So who told you?” “A lot of people Harry.” “Dammit.”

[w2soneshots]

Hi! You wanted some w2s requests and I have been obsessed with the idea of Harry coming off the pitch after the charity match and then spending the night with his girlfriend who has been living the WAG dream for the day. Make it whatever you want I just need sweaty Harry in a football kit.

Wag -W2S

words: 0.9k+

warnings: smut, head (m receiving), unprotected sex, cream pie.

summary: after your boyfriend, Harry, played in the sidemen charity match and lost, you go back to your hotel room and make him forget all about the result.

notes: hii loves! Thank you anon for this request (I also combed it with this smut req😋), I’m obsessed🫶🏼. The match was sooo good and Harry looked unbelievable😌. Enjoy❤️‍🔥✨

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y/username: words can't explain how proud I am, 4.7 million raised for charity! + thoroughly enjoyed being a wag for the day🤭🤍

-comments-

ksi: all for a good cause man!!!

faithlouisak: so so cute🥹

-> y/username: love u bb

tobjizzle: 🫶🏿

y/nfanpage21: you look GORGEOUS omfg

user: WAG y/n is iconiccc

Today your long term boyfriend, Harry, played at Wembley in the sidemen charity match. The match finished just a short while ago and you've been waiting in the friends and family lounge for him to finish up in the changing rooms.

"Hi," he greeted you with a tired smile as he, Ethan and Simon came to meet their girls. He wrapped his arms around you before you could say a word. You sighed softly, swaying back and forth.

"Ready to go babe?" You asked him quietly, as you'd planned beforehand to just get room service and skip the after game buffet. "Yeah, ready," he replied before pulling away from you. You smiled up at him as you intertwined your fingers and practically lead him out of the lounge. "Well done lads. Bye girls, we'll catch up soon!" You shouted to the couples before walking out of the doors.

You finally got back to the hotel, after an excruciatingly long car ride, in which Harry fell asleep on your shoulder mid way through. He felt a little more spritely after his power nap and so when you entered the room, after kicking off your shoes and placing your bag down, you noticed that he was looking at you in a funny way.

"What?" You looked down, thinking there was something wrong with your outfit. He took a step forward. "y/n?" He asked, voice lowered. Your eyes widened slightly as you realised exactly what was about to happen.

Within seconds your lips had connected. A fire ignited in your stomach as the kiss intensified. His warm hand traveled up the back of your thigh, so you lifted your leg and wrapped it around his hip.

He grunted softly at the action and his free hand moved into your hair. He began peppering kisses down your jaw, leading to the hem of your top. He looked up at you through his lashes as he slowly pulled the straps down so your shirt fell and landed on your hips.

"Okay, you take yours off now. A top for a top," you breathless voiced. He was quick to comply, immediately reaching behind his back and pulling it over his head. You smiled cheekily.

It didn't take long before you were both completely naked, your bodies practically intertwined as you made out. You gently lead him over to the king sized bed, sitting him down on it as you remained standing above him.

Slowly you knelt in front of him, knees on the soft carpet. His mouth dropped open slightly. "Love, you don't have to-" "shhh..." you interrupted him, placing a finger over his soft lips. "I want to. Please?"

He breathed out a laugh as he leaned toward you. "How could I ever deny my girl?" You grinned happily before reaching out. "You like my nails baby?" You asked as your hand wrapped around the base of his hard cock.

"Hm?" He grunted in response. "I got a new set... just for you. Like em?" Your voice was teasing as he waited impatiently for you to move your hand. He finally looked down and he swore he almost came right then and there. You, like this, knelt in front of him with your perfect hand wrapped around him.

"I love them. Love you, I love you so much," he rushed out before letting out a breathy growl when you finally twisted your hand. You wrapped your mouth around his throbbing tip and swirled your tongue, then you took as much of him in as you could, using your hand for the rest.

"Fuck. Yes y/n... mmm... just like that love," he murmured, hand uncontrollably moving to the back of your head to assist your movements, being extremely gentle of course. You could feel him getting close but just before he could finish he pulled you off of his dick and lifted you onto the bed.

Within seconds you were laying on your back, the soft sheets underneath you. He looked at you for permission before quickly swiping his cock between your folds to soak up your juices and then immediately inserting himself into you.

"God- you're so wet for me sweetheart." He let out a loud grunt when he finally felt your walls squeezing him. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head at the familiar feeling.

After a short moment he began pounding into you. His thumb circled your clit as your manicured nails scratched up his muscly back. "Haz- I'm gonna-" you let out a deep moan when your orgasm washed over you, Harry followed closely behind.

He practically fell onto you as you both caught your breaths. "If that's what I get when we lose I might do it more often," he whispered jokingly. "Just imagine what you'll get when you win, maybe next year." You smirked before pushing him off of you and walking towards the bathroom.

"Coming?" You asked. He shot up and stumbled off the bed as he rushed to follow you. You giggled before turning the shower on.

[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.

[luvrlou]

"Y/N and Cal being our favourites"

Pairing: Calfreezy x fem!reader

Summary: If a fan made a compilation of Cal and Y/N's best moments.

Warnings: swearing, sexual references, alcohol use

A/N: I made the reader Scottish for no real reason

Word Count: 1.6k

"Christmas baking attempts"

"Cal! Are you stupid?" You shrieked as he put an egg, shell and everything, into the cake batter you had spent half of your video making.

"What! It said add one egg!" He was quick to defend himself. You and Cal had decided to make a baking vlog for your youtube channel. Safe to say it's not really going to plan.

You sighed and clutched your head, "without the shell babe, without the shell."

"I'll just take it out then," he grumbled, reaching into the batter to retrieve the egg, coating his hand in the gooey subtance.

You groaned yet again, he looked over to you, his face holding a cheeky grin. "Cal," you warned as he approached you. "Cal! Stop!"

He chased you around the kitchen island his dirty hand stretching towards you, "come here, darling!" He cooed jokingly.

"Piss off Freezy!" You screamed, him closing the large gap between you alarmingly fast.

Before you knew it, he had grabbed your hand and pulled you towards him. He planted his batter-covered hand onto the side of your face.

"I fucking hate you," you mumbled as he cackled. "Naw don't laugh, it's no funny Cal!" Instead of laughed again, he leaned into you and enveloped your lips in a sweet and innocent kiss.

"Don't want to scare off your viewers now do we, doll?" He taunted, his lips ghosting over yours, you slapped his face lightly, turning away in a faux huff.

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2. "IT GOT SO MUCH WORSE..."

"Alright Harry," you smiled at the younger man as you and Cal walked over to the table he was sitting at. A view of the beautiful Mykonos beach stretched past you all.

Before he could reply Callum's voice echoed, his camera pointing towards the three of you, "just hooked up with them again, apparently there was some interesting stories that happened last night." He sat across from you and Cal, who you were practically on top of. "Aw what an adorable pair of lovebirds!"

"Shut it, Lux," Cal groaned back. You sending him the middle finger

Callum only laughed in return and placed his camera in front of him and Harry. "I come to my senses at six, thirty am. So I'm outside, didn't even know how I got there." Harry continued to tell the story of how he had drunkenly let himself into a random man's villa.

"Even worse, he was in nothing but his boxers," Cal chuckled, making Harry groan embarrassedly.

"So, I'm like alright, Freezy will save me! So I run upstairs, bang on his door for a bit." He explained.

"Aye, then I answer the door and that shred of innocence I had left fucked off. The only man I should see in such a lack of clothes is Cal!" You butted in, making Cal red in the face And Callum burst out laughing.

"Yeah, so I end up sleeping in their bathtub with a towel over me, Y/N was nice enough to lend me a pillow." Harry finished his story.

"Sure I'm such a gem," you laughed, leaning on top of Cal, who only kissed your forehead in return.

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3. "How I bitched Calfreezy"

You and Cal were making a storytime of how your relationship came about, at about 6 minutes in footage of Cal's vlog from the unexpected night started playing.

"Is that the real KSI!" Cal exclaimed in faux shock, his plastic cup half full of beer swishing about in his hand.

"Ah, Yes! It is I! The KSI!" His friend states in return, waving his arms about in a drunken manner, accidentally hitting a girl behind him.

It was you, you were that girl.

You whipped your head around in an irritated sense, "Watch it! I'm trying to drink over her!"

Cal laughed in response, "sorry love!"

"Don't sorry love me," you quipped. Before turning back to your girlfriends, "what a fud, honestly," you mumbled to them.

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4. THE ROAST OF THE SIDEMEN

"Hello, hello. If you don't already know me, shame on you. But I am Y/N L/N-" You began, standing at the podium before getting interrupted by your boyfriend in the crowd.

"Freezy! Y/N Freezy!"

You smiled while rolling your eyes, "we'll talk once you put a ring on it."

Everyone in the crowd laughed giddily at your roasts, picking off each member one by one.

"Honestly Harry, I don't know what's a bigger misfortune for you, your love life or your intense drug issues. I mean they probably go hand in hand, no one wants to get in and about a druggie." You stated, earning cackles from Ethan and JJ.

"That's my girl everyone!" Your boyfriend shouted out yet again from the crowd.

"Like a said previously, put a ring on it babe!"

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5. THE ROAST OF THE SIDEMEN

It was Cal's shot at the sidemen, lets just say that boy had both no filter and no mercy. The best and decided cutest roast by fans was when he reached Simon.

"My girl also wants a ring, the kind you put on her finger. I think Talia is wanting a different ring for you." He grinned, shooting you a smile.

"Aye Freezy, when's my ring coming?" You shouted to him.

He chuckled in response, "hope you realise that you also have to spend your life with me, not just get a ring."

"Better be getting 2 rings then!"

He scoffed, "that is the whole point of engagement and marriage, darling."

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6. is he proposing or did he just...

You had seen those tiktoks floating about your for-you-page for at least a month now, them always ending happily. As if on cue Cal decided to book a last-minute getaway to Rome.

Is he proposing or did he just give me his bank card and tell me to get my nails redone? You were walking into your kitchen when Cal stopped you, "babe!" He called.

"Yeah, what's up?" You answered, puzzled.

He handed you his bank card, "go get your nails done for Rome!"

You looked at him sort of suspiciously, but you weren't one to pass up on an opportunity to get your nails done.

Is he proposing or did he just tell me to pack my favourite dress for Rome? You were sat going through all the clothes in your closet, putting together outfits for your holiday when Cal walked in.

"Bring your favourite dress with you." He stated.

You tilted your head to the side, "why?"

"I booked that really fancy restaurant you haven't shut up about for the past 6 months." His answer made you jump up and hug him, chanting 'thankyou's. "Anything for my girl.

Is he proposing or did he just want to take me on an impulsive trip? Cal was walking with both of your cases in front of you as you sorted out your passports. Every time you flew he would deal with luggage and you would deal with the documents. You both knew that Cal was way to risky to have both passports and boarding passes.

"Can we go get drinks after security?" You asked as you joined to line to luggage check-in.

"Obviously."

Is he proposing or did he just buy me a brand-new bracelet as soon as we got to Rome? Cal dragged you into an authentic jewellers, eyes darting straight to the bracelets.

"What wrist do you usually wear your bracelets?" He asked, odd question.

"My right."

He hummed in response, "maybe you should switch things up and put it on your left."

Is he proposing or did he just take me to the most high-end restaurant in Rome? You giggled like a child who was going into a sweet shop as you approached the restaurant.

"Are you excited darling?" He asked, slightly tensely.

"Of course!" You practically squealed in response, "why? Are you not?"

He smiled softly at your confused demeanour, "Why wouldn't I be?"

He proposed.

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7. SIDEMEN TINDER IN REAL LIFE (UK YOUTUBE EDITION)

Cal's face dropped when the next girl walked into the studio, you.

He first looked to the camera, then you, then the boys behind him. "Who's idea was it to put my fucking girlfriend in this?" He yelled before the camera cut off.

Cal walked forward towards you, a coin in his hand. "If I flip a coin, what are the chances I get head?"

This made you burst out laughing, "naw, lets switch this up, shall we? What are the odds I get head?"

8. We revered the tinder in real life ft. the sidemen

"Now if Cal swipes right to any girl who gives him a shite line I will not hesitate to two-foot him." You stated to the line of your friends.

You smiled as he strutted in as if he was on a catwalk, adding a little spin when he reached the board.

"Hello I'm CalFreezy, I'm 25 years old and I'm from London." He introduced himself.

You walked up to him first, "Hello, I'm Y/N L/N, I'm 24 years old and I'm from Glasgow." He chuckled silently, acting as if he wasn't aware of every little thing about you.

"Hello Y/N," he grinned.

"You're hot I would leave my fiancé for you." You stated, all your friends, including Cal, started to laugh uncontrollably.

"Just get out of here!" He laughed, his arm indicating to the left.

You huffed and stomped away, "my own fiancé, what a dick."