#sidemen reacts

[w2soneshots]

Are you kidding me with this glasses and hoodie combo?! YUM💓

[fawnme1]

THE ART OF HIDING (AND MAYBE FLIRTING) || HARRY LEWIS

“Alright, boys—and Y/N—welcome to another Sidemen Hide and Seek!”

Ethan’s voice echoed through the grand, empty abandoned mansion you were about to hide in. The camera panned over the group: Simon, JJ, Tobi, Ethan, Vik, Harry, Josh, and you.

“JJ, you’re seeking first,” Josh announced, already stepping back like he was ready to bolt.

JJ groaned dramatically. “Why is it always me?!”

“Because you’re shit at hiding,” Simon smirked.

You nudged JJ. “At least it means you don’t have to spend half the game folded inside a cupboard.”

“Yeah, but it also means I gotta chase you lot around like some idiot.”

“Exactly.”

Ethan clapped his hands. “Right, JJ’s counting to 100, the rest of us—RUN.”

And just like that, chaos ensued.

Your sprinted through the dusty hallways, heart pounding, looking for the perfect hiding spot.

Vik darted in the opposite direction, muttering, “I swear to god, if JJ finds me first again—“

Simon almost tripped over his own feet. “Why is this place actually creepy?”

“Because it’s abandoned, mate.”

“I feel like I’m in a horror movie.”

“Good. JJ can be the monster.”

Simon didn’t like that. At all.

Meanwhile, Harry grabbed your wrist and yanked you behind a curtain.

You nearly yelped. “Harry, what the hell?”

“Trust me,” he whispered, eyes glinting with mischief. “This in an elite spot.”

You pressed against the wall, bodies inches apart, listening as the distant countdown hit 100.

“READY OR NOT—I’M COMING, YOU LITTLE RATS!”

Your breath hitched. The game had begun.

JJ stormed through the mansion, shouting, “I CAN SMELL YOU LOT.”

From somewhere in the house, Ethan’s voice rang out. “Bro, that’s weird.”

JJ didn’t care. He was on a mission.

Vik was found first, curled up inside an empty fireplace.

“Are you DUMB?!” JJ cackled.

“I panicked, man.”

Meanwhile, inside the curtain, you and Harry held your breath.

Harry grinned. “Told you this was a good spot.”

You rolled your eyes. “We’ll see.”

Just then—Simon screamed from another room.

You stifled a laugh. “I think he got caught.”

Harry smirked. “That means less competition.:

You titled your head. “Oh, so this a competition now?”

Harry leaned in slightly, voice dropping. “It’s always a competition.”

You swallowed. Maybe it was the closeness, or maybe it was the adrenaline—either way, your heart was pounding.

“Alright, bet,” you whispered. “Loser busy Nando’s.”

Harry grinned. “Deal.”

A few minutes passed. More shouting. More people getting caught.

Then—footsteps.

Your stomach dropped.

Harry tensed beside you. “Shit.”

JJ’s voice rang out: “I KNOW SOMEONE’S HERE.”

Your mind raced. If you both stayed, he’d catch you both.

You had two options:

1. Stay and risk it.

2. Be a terrible person.

…You chose the latter.

Before Harry could react, you shoved him forward.

“Oi, WHAT—?!

JJ immediately spotted him.

“HARRY, YOU LITTLE—“

Harry turned to glare at you, betrayal in his eyes. “YOU ABSOLUTE SNAKE.”

You ran for your life.

Harry? Tagged.

JJ? Now chasing you.

Your lungs burned as you bolted down a hallway, cursing every decision you’d ever made.

“You’re DONE, Y/N,” JJ shouted.

You darted into a random cupboard, slamming the door shut.

Silence.

You heart pounded. Did it work?

JJ’s footsteps got closer.

You squeezes your eyes shut.

And then—he walked past.

You exhaled. Safe.

For now.

Eventually, the game ended. You were one of the last ones found, meaning you won the bet.

Harry, however, was still salty.

“You actually betrayed me,” he said, shaking his head.

You grinned. “And I got free Nando’s out of it.”

Harry squinted. “I’ll remember this, Y/N.”

“Good. Maybe next time, you’ll pick a better hiding spot.”

He scoffed, but there was amusement in his eyes. “Next time, I’m betraying you first.”

You smirked. “Looking forward to it.”

Maybe Hide and Seek wasn’t just about winning—maybe, just mybe, it was about something else, too.

[insomniac4000]

Bite Me

Chris Dixon SMUT ChrisMD/female reader.

Chris has a habit of biting his friends when drunk, one night it goes even further

Chris Dixon, known to millions as ChrisMD, had built his reputation opening FIFA packs before moving to football challenges and written and sometimes cheesy jokes. However, among his close circle of friends, he was known for something a little more bizarre: his habit of biting people when he’d had a few too many drinks, his fans were starting to see it more too as his videos started to feature alcohol more and more.

No one was entirely sure how it started. Some blamed a raucous night out in Ibiza. Others swore it was during one of the Sidemen charity matches when Chris, newly single for a few months and overtaken by adrenaline and too much post-match beer, had sunk his teeth into Harry Lewis’ broad shoulder. Whatever the origin, the biting had become a staple of Chris’s intoxicated antics, it was like it was now a meme of sorts but it real life. Every night out it happened and everyone would wait to see who the unlucky victim would be. It wasn’t an aggressive or malicious action from Chris, more like a spontaneous, drunken act of camaraderie. His friends had come to accept it as one of his peculiarities, though that didn’t mean they were entirely okay with it.

In particular George and Arthur Frederick were the ones who protested the most, George remembers the first time it happened to him. The group was gathered at George, Chris and Arthur’s flat for a casual evening. Pizza boxes were stacked on the counter, and the remnants of some games lay scattered across the living room. As the clock ticked toward midnight, Chris’s cheeks were flushed from laughter and a few cans of lager.

George had just finished recounting an embarrassing story about the time he fell into a fountain during a Tiktok he was recording roughly two years ago when Chris pounced.

“Mate, you’re such an idiot,” Chris said, staggering toward George with a grin.

“Thanks for the vote of confidence,” George replied, shaking his head.

Before George could react, Chris leaned in and chomped on his shoulder.

“OW! What the—Chris!” George yelped, pulling away.

"It’s affection!" Chris declared, grinning. "It’s like a hug but more memorable."

George rolled his eyes. "You’re a menace."

The room erupted in laughter.

“There it is!” ArthurTV declared, pointing at Chris. “The Dixon Bite™. Knew it was coming.”

“It’s like clockwork,” Arthur Hill added, shaking his head.

George rubbed his shoulder, half laughing, half glaring. “You’re like a drunk toddler, mate. What is wrong with you?”

Chris, unfazed, raised his can of beer in mock salute. “I told you it’s affection, George. Pure, unfiltered affection.”

Most of the time though it was usually Arthur Frederick, also known as ArthurTV who was on the receiving end of the Dixon chomp.

The first time it happened on camera was during Chris’s first pub golf video, they were a long time into the video and a lot of alcohol had been consumed. They were sat outside on a wooden bench, others were ready to get up and leave with only Chris, Arthur and a cameraman remaining.

“These arms have so little fat on them” Chris slurred as he attempted to pinch the bicep and got his face right up to the muscle in order to admire it. Arthur paid absolutely no attention to his old school friend as he was playing chess on his phone. Suddenly though the brunettes attention was grabbed by the mistakable feelings of two small rows on teeth on his bicep, he looked and there was Chris hanging from his arm.

“Get off me,” Arthur cried and shrugged the smaller man off who could only give a very drunken giggle in response.

“I am the envy of every girl in my Youtube comments right now.”

There was one person who was very bemused by the whole thing, and that was Y/N. Y/N was a relative newcomer to the Youtube scene, she had started out on TikTok but had branched out to Youtube over the past eighteen months, it was a very similar story to George so because of that the two became quite good friends. She could be incredibly sassy, which was good considering she spent a lot of time keeping in check a lot of rowdy boys.

The group were out for karaoke, it had become quite a staple for all of them, joining the aforementioned group of George, Chris, the Arthur’s and Y/N was another relative newcomer to the content creating scene; Italian Bach. Dutch courage was always needed for people to get up in front of a crowd and sing, and that also meant that everyone was waiting for Chris to pounce, today it was Arthur Hill’s turn.

“You haven’t eaten dinner and with your stature that can only spell disaster, here have this,” Arthur suggested as he pushed a bottle of water in Chris’s direction.

“You’re a good mate, Arthur,” he said, accepting the water. Then, without warning, he lunged and bit Arthur’s upper arm, his mouth still wet from the beverage.

Arthur froze, staring at Chris in disbelief. “You’ve got to be joking.”

“Consider it a thank you,” Chris said, grinning.

Arthur sighed, shaking his head. “You know, one day someone’s going to bite you back, and you’re not going to like it.”

Y/N shook her head from her seat. “You’re like an overexcited puppy, Chris. Maybe someone needs to get you a chew toy.” Y/N and Chris had a budding friendship, it was really awkward at first as the pair didn’t know how much they had in common until they both really got to know each other more. Chris really liked the when Y/N took charge too, he needed a girl just like that to keep him on the straight and narrow. Not that he needed parenting or anything but he knew he sometimes took things too far and needed someone to tell him when it was enough and when he needed to wind his neck in. Chris stared at Y/N intensely, she gave back a slightly bemused expression as she watched him bite his lower lip slightly.

“Or my cock… wait what?” ArthurTV added trying to cut the tension.

Nights out with the group were very often, especially for the group who lived together and Arthur and Y/N tagged along often as they were all single. As Bach had a girlfriend he wasn’t always present. The group this time was missing Bach as well as Arthur Hill who was busy rehearing for his upcoming tour. Chris was particularly buoyant that night, fueled by tequila shots and the high of securing a girls number. Y/N was standing at the bar, chatting with George, when Chris appeared out of nowhere.

"Y/N!" he exclaimed, throwing an arm around her shoulders. "You’re a legend. An absolute legend."

"Thanks, Chris," Y/N said, laughing. "You’re not so bad yourself."

Before she could say more, she felt his teeth on her upper arm as it was exposed by her sleeveless top

"Chris!" she shouted, jerking away. "Did you just bite me?"

"It’s a compliment!" Chris insisted, grinning. "Means I like you." This was the first time Chris had done it too her and when he let go and looked at Y/N he had such a cheeky look on his face, she tried to be angry but couldn’t help but laugh at the dopey expression, it was quite cute plus she liked the idea she had sort of now been through the initiation ceremony to join the group. She felt like it was a rite of passage she had just gone through.

She stared at him, half-annoyed, half-amused. "You’re lucky I don’t bite back."

The idea must have planted itself in Y/N’s mind, because the next time they were out, she decided to test his theory, They were at another bar. Chris was his usual tipsy self, moving through the group like a whirlwind of energy. Y/N watched as he playfully bit ArthurTV on the shoulder before bursting into laughter.

“You’re going to pick on the wrong person one day,” Y/N mused finished her drink and placing it on the table behind her.

“Hey, I have never had any complaints about my mouth skills before now,”

“You are so full of it aren’t you?”

“You want to be filled…” While Chris was distracted by talking Y/N leaned in and bit him on the arm—not too hard, but enough to make him yelp.

"Ow!" Chris exclaimed, clutching his arm. "What was that for?"

"Just returning the favour," Y/N said, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Chris stared at her for a moment, then burst into laughter. "Alright, fair play.”

The rest of the night, there was a palpable shift in the dynamic between Chris and Y/N. They found themselves gravitating toward each other, the biting incident breaking down some unspoken barrier. Their banter was sharper, their laughter louder, and there was a spark in their interactions that hadn’t been there before.

At one point, they were sitting at a table, sharing a plate of chips. Y/N reached for the last one, and Chris playfully swatted her hand away.

"Hey!" she protested. "I’m hungry."

"So am I," Chris said, popping the chip into his mouth with a cheeky grin.

"You’re impossible," Y/N said, shaking her head. But she was smiling.

Chris leaned in slightly, his voice softer. "And yet, you’re still here."

Y/N felt her cheeks flush but didn’t look away. "Maybe I like impossible."

They stayed like that for a moment, the noise of the bar fading into the background. Then, without thinking, Chris closed the distance between them and kissed her.

Y/N didn’t pull away. Instead, she kissed him back, her hand resting lightly on his arm. When they finally broke apart, Chris looked at her, a mix of surprise and delight on his face.

"I didn’t see that coming," he admitted.

"Me neither," Y/N said, laughing softly. "But I’m not complaining."

Chris smiled and leaned in again, the kiss wasn’t as soft this time, less tentative and more passionate. Y/N kissed back with full gusto, letting out a small moan when she felt a slight nibble on her bottom lip.

It felt like moments until the pair were in an Uber, Chris’s hand moving up Y/N’s leg the further they got to his flat. The lift ride was quiet and as soon as they reached the black front door to the flat Y/N was pinned against it Chris kissing her again. They fumbled their way to the bedroom Y/N knocking into a plant as they went discarding clothes along the way.

Y/N moaned as Chris’s kisses and light nibbles moved down her jawline and neck.

“You like that?” Chris smirked peppering his kisses lower, removing Y/N’s shirt and bra before carefully placing one her breasts in his mouth.

“Fuck Chris,” Y/N gasped as he liked and again gently bit her where she was most sensitive.

“God you moaning my name is sexy,” he whispered removing Y/N’s underwear. He planted kisses up her thigh, too slowly for Y/N’s liking “Chris please I need you,” she managed to breathe out, that was all Chris needed before his tongue made contact with Y/N’s clit causing her to moan incredibly loudly. It was an ongoing joke that Chris had recently had a lot of practice with women but Y/N was now reaping those rewards massively as Chris was showing her he knew exactly what he was doing, eating her out, his tongue working wonders as a hand massaged her clit simultaneously. Y/N’s breath quickened and her moans loudened as she felt the familiar feeling bubbling in the pit of her stomach, but she also wanted Chris to get his.

“Come here,” she demanded pushing Chris’s face from her pussy and forcing him to look at her. He removed his boxers and was surprised as Y/N pushed him back slightly and Y/N crawled onto Chris’s lap kissing him as she lowered herself onto him, lotus was one of her favourite positions. She bounced on him with as much gusto as she had, only stopping to moan slightly when Chris kissed her, adding the odd bite. Soon enough the pair entered a climax shortly after another before collapsing exhausted in the bed.

Chris was awake first the next morning, he went to grab a coffee hearing that George and Arthur were already awake.

“And where did you get off to last night?” George asked with a smirk as he leaned against the breakfast bar.

“What do you mean?” Chris tried to shrug it off as he poured his cup of morning.

“Well there’s the fact you left without saying goodbye last night, then when we came home we find the plant half hanging off the table, tripped over women’s shoes and some very obvious sounds,” Arthur replied also smirking as he grabbed his cup.

“Well it sounds like you’ve already made your minds up,” Chris shrugged, he looked up at the creaking door to his room and Y/N walked in wearing her outfit from the night before. Her big eyes went even bigger as she saw three men staring back at her she quickly tried to scramble for an excuse.

“I erm.. got too drunk and Chris bought me back here, being a gentleman though he slept on the floor…”

“Y/N that would be so much more convincing if it wasn’t for the fact your neck and shoulder looks like you’ve had cupping treatment,” George replied. Y/N walked towards a mirror and sure enough Chris has definitely made his mark.

“Chris we really need to talk about this biting thing,” she sighed.

[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.

[kennysimp101]

Can I request Harry x female reader smut based on the hide & seek sidemen challenge. Harry finds the reader and they think they can get a quickie in before anyone finds them but they get caught. Queue the funny hard launch and teases from everyone.

If you feel uncomfortable doing smut then Harry x female reader based on the holiday vs holiday vids. You’re invited to join them where a bond with Harry deepens, super cute moments that make it into the edit.

Hide and Seek: Harry Lewis x reader 🔥

Warnings: P in v, unprotected sex A/n: Heyooo, i loved both the requests so I may just do the other one to cause Harry>> Anyways sorry for the late update, and I shall keep getting threw the requests slowly but surely

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“Ladies and gentlemen, today's video is Hide and Seek in a mansion with our special guest…. Y/N!!. JJ will be seeking and we all have 10 mins to hide”is what you hear Vik saying as you start running towards a spot you saw before. You've been friends with the sidemen for years and have been dating Harry for around a year. Today they asked you to film a hide and seek with them and you were soo excited. You ran to a hidden closet you saw before and opened it to see your bf already in there. “Oh fuck off Harry, I told you Im hiding here” you exclaimed as you were so sure this spot would not be found. “Welp, the game is the game,” he says as he giggles at your frustration. “You know what, im still gonna hide here” So you get into the closet with him. 

It's less claustrophobic than what you expected. There was around a foot between the two of you. You hadn't had time to do anything with Harry since your schedules have just been clashing together. None of the sidemen knew you guys were together so Harry felt odd asking to miss more sidemen or reacts shoots for things you wanted to do together. While the no time to hang out or talk sucked, you and Harry had a HIGH sex drive, so not having sex in so long has been horrible. Looking at him in this situation, so close to you, low light on his face from the cracks in the cupboard. “Yk, I dont think we are getting caught for a while, so….” Harry said and trailed off looking at you. “So??” You say as you act oblivious to what he is insinuating. “Sooo… quickie??” That was all he had to say as you closed the gap between the two of you, kissing him with desperation since you've been waiting for so long. 

He pushed you against your side of the closet, one hand against the wall to stabilize him and the other sliding down your waist to grab your ass. Your hands found their way to his hair as you slightly tugged on them, making him moan into your mouth while lifting your left leg as you bit his lip. “I've missed you so much y/n,” he said in between breaths as you started kissing down his jaw and neck, littering them in love bites. He slid his hand under your skirt, lifting it as he slowly started rubbing your inner thigh. “Harry… pleasee” you moaned softly and now it was his turn to leave hickeys all over you. “Yes babe, ik we have to be fast” He slipped your panties down as your hands went down to his pants, fiddling with the waistband, trying to take his dick out without removing all his pants. “You ready?” you nodded as fast as you could as he slipped into you. You were so wet and throbbing as you've been needing this for so long. You started to moan as you felt Harry's hand on your mouth. “We need to be quiet y/n” You nodded again but your brain felt like mush. Harry finally starts moving slowly, but picking up the pace cause he knew you guys had less time. “Omg you so fucking tight, so wet, have you been missing me this much love?” he says with a smirk looking at your state. 

You both were so encapsulated in the moment that you didn't hear the rest of the boys shouting your names as you were the only two left. You also didn't notice the noises getting closer towards the closet. You were both focused on getting your high, “so close” Is all you could muster in the moment “Me too babe” is said as the doors of the closet open. “Guys I found- OMG FUCKING GOD” Josh screams and closes the door while all the guys are trying to look from behind him. “WTF IS HAPPENING” Ethan is screaming or laughing you can't tell. “Oh fuck” Harry says as you both make urself presentable, but are so red from embarrassment. Harry slowly opens the closet as you both step out. “GET IT HARRY,” JJ says as he dabs up Harry awkwardly. “Wait… so are you two?” Simon asks. “Yup” You reply, still looking down in embarrassment. “Damnn congrats’ “WOOOOO” “LESS GOOO” You hear a chorus of cheers. “Im happy for you guys, but next time, don't fuck on a shoot pls, is there even any usable footage,” Josh asks. “First 2 minutes maybe,” Harry says awkwardly as he just wants to leave the situation.

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A/N: I hope yall liked it, its been a while since I've written anything so a bit rusty BUT I WILL GET BACK INTO IT

Keep dropping your requests

Love yall <33

[sdmnpact]

"Anything for you, my darling."

Wroetoshaw x Reader fluff

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Telling your best friend, JJ, that you're dating Harry.

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"We can't keep doing this." Harry said. We were in the middle of a pretty heavy make out session at my flat when he pulled away suddenly. Deep down I know he's right but I can't help myself.

I've been sneaking around with Harry behind JJ's back. Not that I'm dating him, he's my best friend. It's just that JJ did not want me to date one of his mates. It's a childish thing but I understood his reasoning, in the beginning.

You see, JJ and I matched on a dating app in 2019 and actually went out on a date. After meeting, we realized we were not meant for an actual relationship. We decided that we wanted to be friends and that's what we did. We began hanging out and quickly became good friends. During 2020, covid happened and we began facetiming a lot, somehow growing closer to the point where I moved into his flat for a couple of months.

That solidified our friendship and now we are basically like siblings. Like siblings, I've met all his friends and gotten to know them quite well. JJ said if I wanted I could date his friends but he would hope not since he didn't want me to get hurt by them or have it be weird between us all. I understand where he's coming from and I'm not bothered by it because I wasn't attracted to any of his friends at first.

That was, in the beginning. As time passed, I grew closer to not only JJ but all the sidemen. I didn't mean to spend more time with one sidemen in particular but that's just how things went and now I am sitting on my couch making out with him. Harry Lewis literally stole my heart. After I met him, we weren't into each other but he would invite me out or would linger around me when I went to watch their sidemen shoots. Slowly I got to know the sweet and funny guy he is, making me swoon over him.

After a while we went out on a couple of dates ending up back at my flat each time. We've been doing this for about 3 months now. I've been nervous to tell JJ but I know he'll understand.

"I know. It's just, I don't want to upset him, but if we do this any longer, it will be worse." I said looking at our hands intertwined together. He reached for my chin and pulled my face up to look at him. "Listen darling, everything will be fine, we will do this together." He reassured pressing a soft kiss on my lips.

"Hey JJ, do you want to have dinner with me and Harry tonight :)"

I sent. We decided that we should take him out to dinner to give him the news.

"Okay?"

He responded back a couple of minutes later. Hopefully all goes well tonight.

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We decided on eating at Nandos since it's JJ's favorite. Harry and I arrived and sat at a booth waiting for JJ to arrive. We were just talking to each other when we saw him enter making his way towards us.

"Hey guys!" He said as I stood up giving him a hug and he fist bumped Harry. "Hey Jide!" I smiled back as we sat down. "Let's order first shall we!?" I said as they agreed. We ordered our food and just talked about various topics like the weather, news, sports, etc.

"So what did you guys want to talk about?" JJ asked taking a bite of his food. I felt myself get nervous again. I don't know why I'm so nervous, maybe it's because I'm afraid of how he will react. I took a sip of my drink before I began to speak. "Well, you see.." I trailed off still unsure of how to phrase my words. I felt Harry put his hand on my leg, squeezing it, letting me know it's okay.

"We're dating mate" Harry said blatantly and to the point. I saw the shock on JJ's face. "I'm sorry, what?" He asked as if he didn't understand. "You two are dating?" He said again trying to get a clearer answer than what Harry had already said. I nodded as I watched JJ try to process what was going on.

"How long has this been going on?"

"Well we've been dating for about two months." Harry answered.

"So how long have you actually been together?"

"About three months" I responded looking down at my food, picking at it. He still didn't utter a word, just looked at us in disbelief.

"I can't believe I never noticed!! I mean I noticed you guys hanging out more but I didn't think it meant anything!" He took a pause. "You know what, I'm not mad, I'm a little upset that you kept this from me for so long though! Y/n you know you can always be honest with me no matter what." He finished, all his attention on me.

"I-" I started getting cut off by Harry.

"I'm the one who told her we should keep it a secret." I looked at Harry knowing that it wasn't true.

"You are pretty scary and it's like I dated your sister, I don't know what you would've done to me." Harry laughed nervously.

"Alright, It's true, I mean, I would have roughed you up." JJ said playfully, beginning to shadowbox as we laughed.

"So, you're not upset?" I asked looking at him with my puppy dog eyes that I know he can't resist.

"Ugh, of course not. But I swear if you hurt her Harry, I will fuck you up." He threatened fully serious.

"Don't worry mate, I think she's beat me up before you do." He said nudging me lightly making me giggle.

"Alright, but no pda in front of me!" JJ said, pointing at my arm wrapped around Harry's. I pulled away and frowned at him.

After that we continued to enjoy eachothers company until we finished our meal about to part ways with JJ giving another strict warning to Harry. He pulled me aside.

"Y/n please know that no matter what I'll be here for you, I love you." JJ told me giving me a hug.

"I know JJ, I love you too." We stayed hugging for a couple seconds until he pulled away and left on his own.

"See! It wasn't that bad!! I knew it was gonna be fine." Harry told me grabbing both my hands. "Thank you for reassuring me." I said looking up at his clear blue eyes.

"Anything for you, my darling."

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A/n

This one's sort of different. I hope you enjoyed it, though. I am thinking of making a part 2 to this one at some point, but we'll see.

[ldr13beaches]

Harry Lewis x Y/N -

Complicated

It was a Saturday afternoon, and somehow you’d found yourself invited to take part in a Sidemen Sunday video. Honestly, you had no fucking clue what you’d just agreed to.

You stepped out of your Uber, trying not to look too out of place, and were immediately led through the front door of the house. It was the one the Sidemen filmed in. The familiar buzz of laughter and chaos filled the air as you walked into the living room.

The whole squad was there: Tobi, Ethan, JJ, George Clarke, Vik, Arthur TV, Harry, Simon, Bambino Becky, and—of course—you.

“Hey Y/N!” Simon’s grin greeted you from across the room, his smile wide as ever. JJ raised a beer, his eyebrows wiggling in your direction, and you rolled your eyes.

“Christ, JJ, drinking already?” You teased, eyeing the time on your watch.

JJ shrugged, taking a swig. “It’s 5 o’clock somewhere,” he retorts taking a sip.

You laughed as the crew moved around, setting up cameras in the corner. The boys sprawled themselves across the sofas and chairs, making themselves comfortable. Harry patted the empty spot next to him, and without thinking, you slid into the seat beside him. He shot you a small smile as you crossed your legs, settling in.

Simon stood up, his voice carrying. “Alright, today we’re doing a lie detector test. Everyone gets a turn answering questions, and we’ll see who’s been telling the truth.”

JJ was first. They hooked him up, and Behz asked the first question with a grin. “How many girls have you slept with?”

JJ answered, and the whole room went silent, waiting for the verdict.

The machine beeped, and the operator deadpanned, “That’s a lie.”

JJ’s head fell into his hands, and he burst out laughing, shaking with it. The room followed suit, laughing at his misfortune.

“Bloody hell,” JJ grunted, rubbing his arm where the shock had hit him.

Simon leaned in, a wicked smile on his face. “Oh yeah, I forgot to mention... you get shocked when you lie.”

JJ groaned dramatically, “You could’ve warned me, you wanker.”

Laughter erupted, and Harry caught your eye, and you both share an amused glance, before turning your attention back to to JJ, still trying to catch his breath.

George and Becky took their turns next. Then, your name was called.

You stood and walked toward the chair. The operator smiled at you warmly as he helped you get strapped in. He adjusted the cuff around your arm and clicked the clip onto your finger, then asked, “You ready?”

You let out a nervous laugh. “Is it bad if I say no?”

The crew chuckled. “It’s fine,” the operator said. “Just answer as honestly as you can.”

You nodded, trying to shake the nerves, but they lingered. The man turned to the group. “Alright, go ahead.”

Becky asked the first question. “Are you single?”

“Yes,” you answered, and the machine didn’t react.

Harry looks over at you, taking in your features, and a subtle smile appears on his face.

Behz asked the next one. “How long have you been single?”

You thought for a moment. “A year now.”

No reaction from the machine, and everyone seemed to accept it. Simon leaned forward, clearly intrigued. “How many boyfriends have you had?”

You shot him a look. “One.”

JJ leaned forward, eyebrows raised. “Wait—one? Are you serious?”

You laughed, rolling your eyes. “What’s so surprising about that?”

“Well you’re a fit girl so we just assumed you’d… ya’know…” JJ makes a crude hand gesture, his voice dropping.

“JJ! Behave,” Harry interrupts, giving him a disapproving look.

You laughed with the group, enjoying the light-hearted teasing. Then Ethan got serious with the next question. “Have you ever cheated on anyone?”

You recoiled at the thought. “No. Never.”

The machine didn’t react, confirming your honesty. JJ groaned. “BORING,” he shouted.

Then Harry leaned in, giving you a cheeky grin. “Alright, how many one-night stands have you had?”

You couldn’t help but feel flustered. “Two,” you muttered. The machine didn’t react.

Harry raised an eyebrow. “Fair play for being honest.”

You flipped him off, and he exaggeratedly clutched his chest like you’d just wounded him. The room burst into laughter, and Simon grinned, getting ready for the next one.

He paused for dramatic effect before asking, “Who’s the hottest man in this room?”

You sighed and buried your face in your hands. “Oh, come on,” you groaned, knowing exactly where this was going.

Simon leaned in, eyes glinting mischievously. “Come on, we all know who you’ll pick.”

The room turned to Harry, and suddenly he was the centre of attention. His cheeks flushed, and he shot Simon a glare, trying not to let the heat creep into his face.

“Just say it,” JJ urged. “Who’s the fittest in the room?”

You sighed, a little defeated. “Okay, fine. Harry.”

The room went dead silent for a beat, then erupted into teasing laughter. Harry’s blush deepened, and he looked anywhere but at at you, clearly trying not to smile.

Vik, grinning mischievously, asked the next question. “Was one of your one-night stands with someone in this room?”

The room went still, all eyes on you. You could feel the heat rising in your cheeks as your expression betrayed you.

“Oh my god,” JJ gasped. “Wait, you’re serious?”

Becky’s mouth dropped open. “Fuck off!"

The boys were already laughing, trying to hold back their shock. Simon leaned forward, eyes dancing with mischief. “So… is it true?”

You groaned, knowing there was no point in denying it. “Yes.”

The room exploded with laughter. Ethan leaned in. “When?”

“About a month ago,” you muttered.

The laughter died down, but the tension lingered. Simon looked between you and Harry, eyes narrowing with curiosity. “So… Harry,” he smirked, “You never told us?”

Harry avoided eye contact with both of you, his expression unreadable. “It didn’t mean anything,” he muttered, his voice flat.

You felt a pang in your chest. It didn’t mean anything? You bit your lip, trying not to let the hurt show.

You stood up, not wanting to sit next to Harry any longer. You moved to the seat beside Simon.

Simon’s turn came next. He moved to the chair, and Harry shot you a quick glance, clearly relieved for the distraction.

One by one, the rest of the group took their turns, each question more outrageous than the last. The room was filled with laughter, teasing, and the occasional shock as the machine did its job. But through it all, Harry kept stealing glances at you. His eyes never quite met yours, but you could feel the weight of his gaze on you.

Finally, it was Harry’s turn. He put on his usual cocky grin and walked to the chair, ready for whatever questions were about to come his way.

“Right,” he said, sitting down with an exaggerated swagger. “Let’s do this.”

The operator hooked him up, and the questions began. First, Behz asked, “Is it true you have the lowest pain tolerance out of all of us?”

Everyone except Harry chuckles at the question. Harry rolls his eyes and says, “Oh ha ha, very funny. But yeah, I think it’s true unfortunately.”

The group burst out laughing. “So we can all take pleasure in knowing you’ll scream the loudest, huh?” Simon teased.

JJ joined in. “Yeah, you’re a baby when it comes to pain.” Harry flipped them both off.

Behz leaned forward, clearly enjoying the teasing. “Okay, have you ever cheated on anyone?”

Harry stiffened. “No. Never,” he said firmly. The machine stayed silent.

Then, JJ grinned, trying to lighten Harry's mood. “Is it true you’ve never won a game of hide and seek?”

The room erupted into laughter. Harry shot back defensively, “I have, I just don’t remember when!”

The machine beeped, and Harry groaned as the shock jolted through him. “Bloody hell,” he muttered, rubbing his arm.

Behz smiled mischievously. “Okay, have you ever been in love?”

The room quieted. Harry hesitated for a moment before answering. “Yeah, I guess so.”

Behz grinned. “Care to elaborate?”

Harry shot him a look. “No.”

Simon leaned in, clearly wanting more. “Who was it? Or who is it?” he asked, pressing further.

Harry’s gaze hardened. “None of your business.”

“So, Harry,” Simon grins, his eyes glinting mischievously. “You’ve been dodging the truth all day. Time to answer the real questions. Do you fancy Y/N.”

The room went silent. Harry looked at you, his gaze intense for a moment, like he was searching for something. Then, he spoke, his voice colder than you’d expected.

“Well, obviously, I fancy her. We slept together.”

You roll your eyes. Was that really necessary.

The room stared, waiting for more. JJ leaned in. “Yeah, I can’t blame you there mate. Are you in love with her?”

Harry’s jaw clenched, his expression unreadable as he finally turns his gaze to you. His eyes seem to darken, his jaw tight, the line of his lips hardening. His face is blank, betraying nothing. It infuriates you, makes you feel like you don’t know him at all. You were also pissed off at all the boys for egging on the stupid fucking questions. “No,” he said firmly, eyes locking onto you as he did. “I’m not in love with her.”

“Bullshit!” Josh interrupts and Harry shoots him a look that shuts him right up.

The silence in the room was deafening, and then the lie detector beeped.

“Lie,” the operator said.

You froze, your heart pounding in your chest. Harry stared at the machine in disbelief.

“What?” he stammered, trying to make sense of it. “No, run it again.”

The operator did as requested, an the operator repeated, his voice calm but firm.

The room was utterly still. You could feel the eyes of everyone on you and Harry, and you couldn’t shake the discomfort in your chest. Harry’s face turned a shade of red you’d never seen before, and for a brief moment, he looked like he wanted to disappear into the chair.

You wanted to laugh it off, but there was something in the air now, something different. Harry didn’t join in on the joke. He just sat there, his fingers twitching at his side, and you could see the wheels turning in his head as if he was trying to figure out how to salvage the situation.

Simon, ever the instigator, leaned forward with a cheeky grin. “So, Harry, it’s safe to say you are in love with Y/N, huh?”

Harry’s gaze flicked to you, and for the first time, he seemed vulnerable. His usual cocky demeanour was gone, replaced by something a little more real, a little more... uncertain. He swallowed, the words clearly not coming easily. “Seriously Simon, you can fuck off."

“Oh, come on, mate! This is juicy!” Ethan shouted, grinning.

Harry groaned, running his hand through his hair. 

“Okay, okay, I’ve got a better question! Have you two kissed again since... y'know... the night?”

You exchanged an awkward glance with Harry, who was now clearly avoiding eye contact with you.

The tension in the room was palpable. No one spoke for a few moments, as everyone tried to process what had just been said.

“I think it’s clear we’re all dying to know,” Simon finally said, unable to resist. “So, Harry, what are you waiting for? Go on. Give us the tea.” He says like a teenage girl.

Harry sighed, rubbing his face with his hands, and then said, quieter this time, “Look, I don’t think now’s the right time, okay?”

You felt the air shift again. It was like Harry was trying to keep something from spilling out, but there was an energy between you two now that wasn’t just about the lie detector or the game anymore. It felt real. Too real.

“I think we should just finish the game,” you said suddenly, standing up before anyone could say more. You weren’t sure why, but you felt a surge of discomfort, a need to put some space between the way Harry had just spoken and the awkwardness in the room.

“Yeah, let’s just get this over with,” Harry said, his voice almost a little too quick, as if he was relieved you’d taken the pressure off.

Simon, sensing that it was better not to push for now, clapped his hands together. “Alright then, moving on! Who’s next?”

The rest of the game continued, but it was different now. The banter had dulled a little, and no one wanted to touch the topic that was still hanging between you and Harry. He didn’t speak much more the rest of the night, and neither did you. You couldn’t help but feel like something had changed, something that was neither good nor bad but... complicated.

The room empties, and soon, it's just the two of you left. The silence is deafening. You watch as Harry continues to pack his things, his movements almost robotic.

You can feel his eyes on you, even when he's not looking, and you know he's waiting for you to say something. But neither of you do. It's like there's an unspoken agreement, an understanding that once the room has cleared, all pretences of civility are dropped. Even though you thought you were fine, clearly you were wrong.

The tension between you is palpable, crackling in the air like electricity.

“Ok Harry what the fuck?” You break the silence.

Harry looks up from his bag, his jaw clenching almost imperceptibly. His eyes are cold, guarded.

"What?" he replies flatly, his hands still busy packing.

“Don’t get bitchy with me. You know exactly what.”

Harry's face hardens, his features sharpening into something harsher. He sets down his phone and turns to face you, his shoulders squared defensively.

"And what exactly do you want me to say? You think I wanted you to find out like that?”

“Why didn’t you tell me???” You groan.

Harry lets out a sharp laugh, the sound harsh and bitter. He takes a step towards you, closing the distance between you.

"Why didn't I tell you? Are you kidding me?" Harry says. "You really want the truth?"

“YES! I really fucking do Harry.”

Harry pauses, his eyes locked with yours. For a moment, he looks almost vulnerable, the hard façade crumbling just slightly.

"I didn't tell you," he says, his voice low, "Because I didn't want to show weakness. Because the way I feel about you... it makes me weak."

“Well I’m sorry if it makes you feel that way but you don’t have to be such a prick about it??? I thought we were fine Harry. We spoke about sleeping together the morning after and I thought we went back to normal!”

Harry let’s out another laugh, this one colder, harsher. He reaches out and grabs your arm, his grip surprisingly strong.

"Normal? Is that what you thought we were? You really thought we could just go back to being friends after that night?"

“I thought that’s what you wanted!” Your voice breaks with emotion.

Harry's face softens slightly at the sound of your breaking voice. His grip on your arm loosens but he doesn't let go.

"It is what I wanted," he admits, his voice more gentle now, almost defeated. "I thought I could just… Ignore it. Move on."

He steps closer, his hand sliding from your arm to your hip. His touch is surprisingly tender, his grip almost possessive.

"But I can't," he admits, his voice a rough whisper. "I can't ignore it, I can't move on. You're all I think about. It's driving me fucking insane."

You can feel the heat radiating off him, smell the faint scent of his cologne. You’re so close now that you can count his eyelashes, see the flecks of gold in his eyes.

His thumb starts tracing slow circles on your hip as he looks at you, his gaze intense and unwavering.

He lets out a ragged sigh, his free hand coming up to cup your cheek. His thumb grazes your bottom lip, a gesture that's both familiar and new at the same time.

"You don’t even realise, do you?" His voice is quiet, rough around the edges, like he’s been holding something back for far too long. "How much I want you."

You freeze. The words settle in the air between you, heavy, unshakable. Your heart pounds in your ears, but you force yourself to meet his gaze. His expression is unreadable—except for his eyes. There, beneath the restraint, something smoulders.

"I—" You start, but he shakes his head, looking away as if he already regrets speaking. His jaw tightens.

"It doesn’t matter, it's nothing" he mutters, raking a hand through his hair. "It can’t matter."

You frown up at him, “It does matter Harry, you said you were in love with me! That's not just nothing.“

He stares down at you, his expression hardening as your words sink in. "It's complicated, okay?"

He pulls away from you, taking a step back and running a hand through his hair. The gesture is familiar—a nervous tic he adopted years ago. You've never seen him this agitated before.

"I shouldn't have said anything," he mutters, avoiding your gaze. "I'm sorry, I just—"

He cuts off, swallowing hard.

He turns away from you, his shoulders rising and falling with every stilted breath. Even from behind, you can tell he's clenched his jaw so tightly it must be aching.

You watch him for what feels like an eternity. Every muscle in his body is taut, pulled tight like a bowstring ready to snap. Yet he doesn't turn around. He just stands there, rigid, unmoving.

Finally, you take a step forward, reaching out to touch him on the shoulder. He flinches at the contact, jerking slightly under your hand.

"Just talk to me Harry, its me ok. We can always tell each other stuff."

"It's not that easy," he snaps, shaking your hand off his shoulder. He finally turns around, folding his arms across his chest.

The expression on his face is somewhere between anger and something too vulnerable to name.

"You don't understand. You can't. Not when—" He cuts off, his jaw clenching again.

"Who says I don't fucking love you back!" You slip out.

Harry's breath hitches. His eyes widen, just a fraction, and for a second—just a second—his whole body goes still. Like he’s afraid to move, afraid to break whatever fragile moment just settled between you.

And then, just as quickly, he shakes his head. A dry, humourless laugh escapes him. "Don’t say that."

Your stomach twists. "Why not?"

His gaze drops to the ground. "You don’t know what you’re saying," he mutters, but the fight in his voice is fading.

"Yes, I do," you insist. "And you know I do. So stop pushing me away like this means nothing."

Harry exhales sharply, his chest rising and falling quickly. His hands twitch at his sides, like he wants to reach for you but won’t let himself. Like touching you might break him completely.

His voice is hoarse when he finally speaks. "You shouldn't have said that."

But you don’t regret it. Not for a second.

"Why not?" you whisper.

He steps closer—too close. Close enough that you can feel the heat of his body, the way his breath fans against your cheek. Close enough that if you moved even an inch, your lips would touch.

"Because now I can’t stop myself."

His fingers brush against your jaw, tentative, as if he’s memorizing the moment before he ruins it. His eyes lock onto yours, searching—asking for permission.

And you don’t hesitate.

You close the space between you, pressing your lips to his like you’ve been waiting for this moment forever. And maybe you have.

Harry doesn’t just kiss you. He claims you.

His hands cup your face, his fingers threading into your hair, pulling you closer like he’s afraid you’ll disappear. Like you’re the only thing tethering him to the ground. His lips move against yours, desperate and unsteady, like he’s unravelling right here in your arms.

And God, you let him.

You grip his shirt, holding onto him like he’s the only real thing in the world. His body presses against yours, solid and warm and trembling all at once. When he groans into your mouth, it’s the sound of surrender—of breaking down walls he spent years building.

He kisses you like he’s been starving for you. Like he’s been waiting for this, holding back, suffering in silence.

And now, finally, he’s free.

When you pull back, your breath is ragged, your heart pounding against your ribs like it’s trying to escape. His forehead rests against yours, his hands still tangled in your hair, his eyes still closed like he’s trying to make this moment last forever.

[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.

[clarkeyhill]

Match Day | ChrisMD

Smut.

Chris stepped through the door of your shared flat, the faint sound of his keys jingling in his hand. His face lit up as he saw you waiting for him, your warm smile instantly easing the fatigue from his eyes. Though victorious in the Sidemen charity match, his body bore the signs of a day well spent—his tousled hair damp with sweat, his shoulders slumped slightly, and his gait slow, thanks to his sore muscles.

“You did amazing out there,” you said, moving toward him, your voice filled with pride. He dropped his bag with a soft thud, pulling you into a gentle hug. His exhaustion was evident, yet the joy from their win still sparkled in his blue eyes.

“Thanks, love,” he murmured into your hair. “But I won’t lie—I’m knackered.”

You stepped back, your hands coming to rest on his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath the fabric of his hoodie. “Well, let me take care of you,” you offered, your voice soothing and inviting.

He hesitated for a second, his brow quirking playfully. “That does sound tempting. My legs are killing me.”

“Say no more,” you replied with a grin, gently tugging him toward the sofa. He collapsed onto it with a groan, letting his head fall back as you knelt in front of him.

Sliding his shoes off and rolling up his joggers, you began to work on his calves, your thumbs digging gently into the sore muscles. His groans of relief sent a shiver through you, low and appreciative.

“God, that feels amazing,” Chris said, his voice thick with relaxation. But as your hands moved higher, working into the firmness of his lower legs, you noticed the way his breathing shifted, growing a bit heavier.

His cheeks tinged pink, his eyes flickering to meet yours. “You’ve got magic hands,” he muttered, a playful edge to his tone now.

“Just doing my part,” you replied innocently, though you couldn’t ignore the spark in his gaze—or the subtle shift in his posture.

After a moment, he cleared his throat. “Y’know, a warm shower might do wonders for my muscles. Wanna join me? Could use your magic touch in there too.”

Your heart skipped a beat, his smirk betraying just how much he was enjoying this. You nodded, standing as he took your hand and led you to the bathroom.

The sound of the water running filled the room as you both stripped down, the steam curling around you like a warm embrace. Chris stepped in first, letting the hot water cascade over his tired body, before reaching a hand out for you.

You followed him, your hands already moving to his shoulders, the water making your touch glide smoothly over his skin. He sighed deeply, leaning into your touch, his head tipping back.

“This is exactly what I needed,” he murmured, his voice thick with gratitude and something more—desire simmering beneath his exhaustion.

You smiled, pressing a kiss to his shoulder as your hands continued their work. “Anything for my love,” you whispered.

And as the shower continued, the water wasn’t the only thing that grew hotter, the brush of your body's in the cascade of water engulfed you in curiosity. You look up at Chris with doe eyes

"You know, I know another way we can relive more of your stress" you smirk

"Is that right?" He said looking into your eyes

"Mmhm" you nod

lowering yourself down to your knees, your hands trail their way down Chris' body, taking in every inch of chisel of his stomach. Chris looks down at you with darkened eyes, his gaze kept on yours as you wrap your hand around his shaft, teasing his tip with your tongue

"Fuck" he groaned his head falling back into the cascade of water

Your stomach flipped with excitement, the way his body reacted to your every touch made your heart skip a beat; you wasted no time and took him in your mouth fully, your tongue snaking its way around as your head moved with his body. Chris took a scoop of your dampened hair, forming a ponytail as he kept your head in place.

"This feels so good" he praises you

Your magic hands weren't the only thing that Chris was proud of, your mouth added to the mix of relaxation he was searching for.

You felt his body twinge, signalling he was close. You picked up the pace, letting him hit the back of your throat with ease.

"I'm-" he stuttered unable to get the words out before he released in your mouth. The warmth of him filling your throat as you swallowed. Slowly removing yourself from his shaft; looking up at him as you rose from your knees.

"You really do know how to make me feel better" he says sliding a hand to your cheek I

"I know you well enough" you chuckle

He planted a soft kiss onto your lips as the water continued to cascade over you both. The bathroom now filled with steam, the kiss deepened as Chris worked his hands around your waist, tightening it as he pressed you against the showers wall.

"Jump" he whispered into your ears

You snaked your hands around his neck as you jumped up, wrapping your legs around him. Chris planted gentle but firm kisses along your collar bone, sending moans flying out of your mouth. He lifted you up slightly, lowering you down onto him. The slow entrance of his shaft caused you mouth to drop open

"Fuck" you moan

Chris' lip quivered as his grip tightened around your waist, moving himself inwards as your hands tangled into his wet curly hair. To say Chris was tired his stamina sure didn't let him down, your head spiralled out of control as his movements quickened.

"Chris!" You moan, breath hitching as your nails nestled into his back, digging into it: his face filled with satisfaction as he felt you tighten around him, whimpers escaped your mouth as your body juddered.

"I'm-I'm" you stutter unable to pronounce the words just like Chris

And with that your body caved, Chris letting you ride out your orgasm as his face glistened. Both of you breathless as he lowers you to the ground. As you chuckle to eachother planting a kiss on his lips.

"I hate to see the water bill after this" Chris sniggers

"Oh shit yeah" you laugh with him

You both wrap into towels, the steam from the shower lingering as the steam from your interaction flushed its way down the shower.

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@arthurhillmastermind

[w2soneshots]

harry smau or one shot or anyyythiinggg

i don’t know if you’ve written anything similar to this so i’m sorry if you have )’:

you and harry are going through a rough patch while he’s become super busy with filming across europe & you’ve been stuck at home

Miles apart -W2S

words: 0.9k+

warnings: angst, unplanned pregnancy, mentions of loneliness.

summary: while Harry’s away for a sidemen video -once again- you find something out that will change your lives forever, but with how busy he’s been you worry about how much he will be there for you.

notes: hi! Angst is genuinely one of my favourite things to write… there’s just something about it🙈. Also added some spice (a whole ass baby) to add to the angstyness, tehehe. Anyways, enjoy lovely and thank you for requesting!!💝🫶🏼

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-> y/username: I'm flattered T🤭

y/nfanpage21: cutie!!🫶

user: where's Harry?🤨

-> user: he's away for a sidemen Sunday

A few days ago your boyfriend, Harry, left on a trip for a new video that the boys are filming. Lately he's been gone what seems like a lot, for days at a time or on a shoot from early morning to late at night, meaning by the time he gets home you're already fast asleep.

"Hi, how was filming?" You asked Harry on facetime, while he sat in his hotel room. "Pretty shit to be honest. Boring," he replied before yawning. You signed then spoke again after a moment, "you look tired. I'll let you sleep." "Alright, love you," he smiled softly into the camera. "Love you, sweet dreams."

You put the phone down and got comfortable in your bed, since you felt unusually tired you fell straight asleep, completely unaware that the next day your whole world would change forever and Harry wasn't going to be there.

"I'm fucked," you whispered as you stared at the positive pregnancy test in your hands, the obvious pink lines glaring at you. You weren't sure how to react, meaning you just stood there contemplating your life choices.

You and Harry had only been together for two and a half years, which felt like absolutely no time at all. You'd spoken briefly about kids but it definitely wasn't something you were planning in the near future, but now it was happening and honestly, you were concerned he wasn't going to react well.

"What am I going to do?" You asked yourself quietly as you sat down abruptly on the toilet seat. Then the tears started to flow and they didn't stop until your phone rang, breaking the rush of thoughts whirling around your mind.

Quickly, you got up, wiped your tears on your -Harry's- jumper sleeve and reached for your phone. Harry... fuck, act natural.

"Hi," your voice was slightly horse as you answered, thankfully it wasn't a video call. "Hello darling, you okay?" He asked cheerfully. "Mhm, you?" He paused for a moment before speaking again, "sure you're alright? You sound a little... weird."

You took a deep breath and tried to control yourself. "I'm fine, just woke up from a nap," you lied. "Okay... call me if you need anything. I'll be home tomorrow, around eight o'clock," He told you, leading you to feel a mix of relief and worry at telling him about your predicament.

The next day you woke to the same feeling you did the morning prior, nausea. The sickness you felt was what made you go and buy a test in the first place, along with the fact your period was late.

You spent the day going over how on earth you were going to tell Harry that your going to have a whole ass baby, that you'll be fully responsible for and will have to keep healthy and happy for eighteen years... jeez.

You'd felt like shit all day so by the time your boyfriend finally arrived home you were exhausted. You were sat on the couch when he came in. As usual, he immediately dropped his bags and all of his focus turned to you.

"Hey-" "Harry," you stood and interrupted him, you needed to just get it out, "I'm... pregnant." He turned pale and his mouth dropped open. "You're- I- what?" He stumbled on his words, his hand moving up to rub the back of his neck.

You both sat down on the couch and remained in complete silence for a good ten minutes, while Harry processed the news. Anxiously, you twiddled your thumbs while you awaited his response.

"When did you find out?" He eventually asked, breaking the silence and slightly startling you. You cleared your throat. "Yesterday. Yesterday morning," you answered, the both of you still looking ahead at the empty, black tv screen.

"So you've had time to think?" "I guess so... I mean, all I've really been thinking about is how you were gonna react and that you've been so busy- I don't want to be alone," you said quietly before finally looking at him, the tears in your waterline threatening to spill.

In an instant he moved closer to you and wrapped his arms around your body. Relief filled your senses as you felt slightly reassured by his actions. "I've always wanted a family with you... maybe not so soon but we'll figure it out. I know you're gonna be an amazing mum y/n and hopefully I'll be half decent, but I'll always be there," he whispered into your hair.

You smiled as you let out a sob. "Soppy twat," you chocked out. He chuckled, the air in the room now considerably lighter. "So, in nine months we'll have a kid then yeah?" You cleared your throat and sat up. "Technically seven months, since I'm already eight weeks." "Even better."

Two months later...

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y/username: We've been keeping a secret...

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[insomniac4000]

Injury and Intrigue ChrisMD

I know I have done a Chris charity match fic before but I had the idea and had to do it. Plus with the George fic I am missing writing for my favourite hobbit

The buzz around the Sidemen Charity Match was electric. The stadium was packed, the online viewership was in the millions, and anticipation was sky-high. This year’s YouTube All-Stars team had a new addition: Y/N, a beloved YouTuber making her debut in the match. While fans were excited to see her on the pitch, no one knew that she had been quietly dating ChrisMD for the past three months. Their relationship was a closely guarded secret, known only to their close friends and fellow YouTube footballers..

Chris had played in the charity match every year, his performances always a highlight whether he was playing for Sidemen FC or for the Youtube Allstars and this year he was playing for the latter once more. But this time felt different. He wasn’t just here to play; he was here to support Y/N, who was both nervous and excited. She wasn’t completely hopeless, if she was she wouldn’t have been invited to the charity match but he had secretly been giving her a few pointers here and there.

As the whistle blew and the match kicked off, the energy was palpable. The Sidemen started strong, pressing high and forcing the YouTube All-Stars to defend. In true Simon style he has scored mere minutes into the match. But at the five-minute mark, a perfect through ball from Theo Baker found Y/N making a run past the defenders. She controlled it brilliantly, took one touch to set herself, and then slotted it past Pieface into the bottom corner. The crowd erupted.

Without thinking, Y/N turned and ran straight toward Chris, who was nearby. Chris barely had time to react before she jumped into his arms, wrapping her arms around his neck and a leg around his waist. He spun her slightly before setting her down, the biggest grin on his face. It was a natural, instinctive moment—one that did not go unnoticed. The commentators chuckled, Stephen made a quip about how touch starved Chris always was  and Twitter exploded with theories, but for now, they were just focused on the game, the fan comments on the live stream however were not going to brush past it easily

"WAIT. Did she just run straight to Chris??"

"That hug was way too natural… something is going on here."

"No way they’re just friends LMAO."

"Chris picked her up so effortlessly—there’s definitely chemistry."

As the match continued, both teams fought hard. By the 60th minute, the score was level at 4-4, tension rising with every passing second. Then came Chris’s moment. A cross from Noah Beck sailed into the box, and Chris rose above the defenders, heading the ball cleanly into the net. The stadium roared as he sprinted to the corner flag, sliding on his knees. Y/N was the first to reach him, her arms wrapping around him in celebration. He held her tightly for just a second longer than necessary, and again, fans took notice.

"Y/N ran straight to him AGAIN?! Nah, there’s something here."

"The way he held her… this is not normal teammate behaviour."

"At this point, they might as well just announce it."

But the joy of the match was short-lived.

In the 72nd minute, it was all square again, both teams were pushing hard for goalds and Y/N and Chris were part of the fight when disaster struck. Y/N received a pass from Will and began dribbling forward when Danny Aarons came in for a tackle. It was mistimed, reckless in true Danny fashion. His studs caught her shin, and a sickening crack echoed through the stadium. Y/N crumpled to the ground, her face contorted in pain, her leg at an odd angle on the ground.

Chris was there in an instant, sprinting to her side before the medics had even started moving. He dropped to his knees, his hands cradling her face as she gasped in pain.

“Hey, hey, I’m here,” he murmured, brushing her auburn curls from her forehead. His heart was pounding, fear gripping him. “You’re going to be okay, Y/N. Just breathe.” By this time other people had joined the pair; Will, George, Harry and Simon were all looking on, Danny in the background his hands on hips looking incredibly guilty.

The medics arrived, but Chris refused to move, holding her hand tightly as they assessed the injury. Y/N’s eyes were glassy with pain, but she managed a weak smile. “Guess my debut didn’t end great.”

Chris let out a breathless chuckle, though his grip on her hand remained firm. “You’re tougher than half the guys on this pitch. We’ll get through this.”

The livestream again took a lot of notice as did social media

"Chris is literally panicking. OMG."

"The way he’s holding her hand... yep, they’re 100% together."

"Bro forgot about football the second she went down."

"Chris brushing her hair back like that? We SEE YOU."

As she was stretchered off, the crowd applauded in support. Most fans were simply worried about Y/N’s injury, but a growing number couldn’t help but notice how Chris had reacted, how devastated he looked, how protective he was. Theories about their relationship started swirling faster than ever.

Back in the tunnel, as Y/N was prepared for transport to the hospital, Chris refused to leave her side. Cameras captured him holding her hand, pressing a kiss to her forehead before she was taken away.

Later that night, Y/N posted a selfie from her hospital bed. Her leg was wrapped in a thick cast, the x-rays here obvious it was a very clean break and she could be in a cast and off her feet for at least six to eight weeks. In the picture her leg was elevated on pillows, and her expression was a mix of exhaustion and relief. The caption read:

"Not exactly how I imagined my charity match debut going... but hey, at least I scored! Thank you for all the kind messages and support. You guys are the best ❤️ #RoadToRecovery"

Fans flooded the comments with love and well wishes, but it didn’t take long for eagle-eyed followers to notice something in the background. Draped over the back of a chair beside her bed was Chris’s jersey, unmistakable with his name and number 10 printed on it.

Fan Reactions:

"Uhhh, is that CHRIS’S SHIRT?!"

"Why is his jersey in her hospital room? 👀"

"HE NEVER LEFT HER SIDE DID HE?!"

"At this point, just announce it already!!"

Twitter exploded again, with screenshots of the jersey circulating rapidly. The speculation, already rampant, reached a fever pitch. Chris and Y/N’s secret was quickly unraveling, and they knew it was only a matter of time before they had to address it.

Chris, still sitting by Y/N’s bed, glanced at his phone and let out a groan. “Well, I think they’ve figured us out.”

Y/N, propped up on pillows, smirked despite the pain. “Guess the secret’s out.”

Chris sighed, rubbing his face before looking at her fondly. “Was fun while it lasted.”

Y/N laughed softly. “At least they figured it out because you’re a massive softie and not because we slipped up.”

Chris rolled his eyes but squeezed her hand. “Guess we should get ready to tell the world.”

Y/N squeezed back. “After I get some painkillers first.”

Chris chuckled. “Deal.”

[teewritessmth]

Beta Squad :

Niko Omilana

✦ Sweet Tease

✦ Against Him

✦ Insta Au 01

✦ Screened emotions

✦ Insta Au 10

✦ Sick days

✦ Insta Au 11

✦ Insta Au 19

✦ Mattress

✦ Him as your possessive best friend

✦ Insta Au 21

✦ Arranged Marriage (All Parts)

✦ Insta Au (23)

✦ My Pretty Boy

✦ Insta Au 28

Sharky

✦ Baby Sitting Bonds

✦ Jetlagged

✦ Insta Au 03

✦ Game on, Love

✦ Insta Au 13

✦ Insta Au 24

✦ Cats and Sharks

✦ Insta Au 26

Kenny

✦ Fragmented Affection Part 01

✦ Fragmented Affection Part 02

✦ Meeting your dad for the first time

✦ Insta Au 08

✦ Insta Au 25

✦ Insta Au 27

Aj Shabeel

✦ Insta Au 09

✦ Insta Au 20

✦ A Glimpse of Us

✦ Insta Au 29

Chunkz

✦ Insta Au 18

Darkest Man

✦ Insta Au 12

Johnny Carey

✦ Insta Au 17

Harry Pinero

✦ Insta Au 22

Betasquad imagines/reactions :

✦ Where would the Beta Squad leave hickeys?

✦ Nicknames the Beta Squad would call you.

✦ When you kiss them during an argument

✦ Beta Squad as Dads

✦ Beta Squad reacting to someone yelling at you

Betasquad Text Imagines :

✦ Beta Squad reacting to you starting a conversation with "How dare you?"

✦ Beta Squad reacting to you asking them "What would you do if I turned into a worm?"

✦ Beta Squad as your best friend, reacting to you asking them "What would you do if I pull up with the gang?"

✦ Beta Squad reacting to texting them "Sorry, I have a Boyfriend"

✦ Beta Squad reacting to you texting them "Wanna meet my baby daddy?"

✦ Beta Squad when you accidentally confess to them

✦ Beta squad reacting to you calling them your 'husband' in text

Betasquad random fics :

✦ Cinnamon Rolls

✦ Wings and pads

Sidemen :

Harry Lewis

✦ Insta Au 02

Simon Minter

✦ Insta Au 04

Vikram Barn

✦ Insta Au 05

JJ Olatunji

✦ Insta Au 06

Josh Zerker

✦ Insta Au 07

Ethan Payne

✦ Insta Au 14

Tobi Brown

✦ Insta Au 15

[live-laugh-lenney]

Hello! Can you write a story where George or Arthur messes up and they like totally grovel over the reader? I feel like they would beg for forgiveness 😆

ohh, god lord. can you imagine the amount of grovelling?

arthur didn't mean to forget.

he was never a forgetful person; if he knew his plans were going to overrun or if he knew he'd double-booked himself, he would always make it his problem to deal with and sort out.

but with multiple video shoots happening that week that kept him busy, from a sidemen shoot to a podcast recording and then back to his own channel before he partook in a reacts video for someone else on their channel, the planned dinner with her parents had just slipped his mind.

when he walked through the front door of their flat, he was greeted with the laughter and the chatter of company. and it's in that given moment, when he sees her mum's handbag hanging on a coat hook beside her dad's coat, that he knows what he had forgotten. that he knows he messed up... big time.

rounding the corner and stepping foot in the open-plan living space of their flat, he was greeted with the biggest smile from her mum and a welcoming handshake from her dad... lessening the guilt in his belly until he was met with a fake smile and darkened eyes from yn. and the guilt only bubbled more viciously because he knew he couldn't dig himself out of this one easily.

"yn said you'd gotten stuck in a meeting with your work team, lovely. that's such a shame," her mum coos softly and she pulls arthur in for a loving hug that was tight and secure, his own arms enveloping her in a warm hug, "i know you insisted we had this dinner without you but it didn't feel the same."

he swallows back the lump in his throat and the guilt felt even worse. she lied on his behalf and made it out to be an unfortunate accident when, truly, it had simply slipped his mind. the smile on her mum's lips made him want the ground to swallow him whole. his eyes dart over to yn who occupied herself in clearing away the dirtied dessert plates from the tabletop - and he remembered her telling him that morning, before he left, how she was baking a coffee and walnut cake for them all to enjoy that night.

"we'll have to organise another one, i'm so sorry," arthur apologises before helping clean up the table, collecting the empty glasses and the cutlery that yn had left behind, "i'll cook next time since yn did this. it smells delightful."

"we had your favourite dinner, kiddo," her dad informs him and arthur looks at yn as she tries her hardest not to let her emotions get the better of her, "she's a good'un, our yn. even baked us a cake."

"she's the best," arthur smiles at her.

and he was hoping for a slight smile back in his direction to know he was off the hook and they'd talk about the whole evening later on... except he doesn't and all he sees is her jaw clench and tighten, her eyes rolling discreetly, head staying low as she piles everything up on the counter beside the sink.

they said goodbye to her parents soon after with kisses, hugs and handshakes being exchanged as well as a promise of taking an entire day off so he didn't have to miss another meal planned with them. except, deep down, he felt the guilt beginning to eat away at his insides and he knew he was minutes away from being made to feel even worse.

the door closed and before he could get his apology out, she was first to break the silence.

"don't speak to me for the night."

"yn-"

"what did i just say to you?" she sneers at him and he stares at her with sorrow in his eyes, hoping that she would come round and give him the chance to explain everything; from how he felt overworked from a week of non-stop work to how he got confused with the dates to how he wanted to make it up to her for being a forgetful muppet. "don't talk to me. i don't want to talk to you tonight."

"if you let me explain then-"

"it'll just be excuse after excuse coming out of your mouth, arthur."

he follows her around the flat like a lost puppy, scared to lose her but also wanting to plea for his forgiveness and to explain, not with the hopes of being forgiven right away but with the hopes of being understood, because he really and truly never meant to miss out on the evening with her parents. stands beside her as she washes up the dishes in the sink, watching her as if he was waiting for her orders on what she wanted him to do, mind racing as he tried to come up with the most calmest way to explain everything.

"the shoot overran. the taxi for the way home got stuck in the rush-hour traffic on its way to pick us up and we were miles from a tube station," he tries to take the plate from her hand so he could dry it and put it away but she refuses his help, placing it down on the side and swatting his hand away when he tried to pick it up, "by the time it arrived, we'd been waiting an hour for it at the site."

"doesn't help me in understanding why you never showed up. not even a text. i had to lie, arthur. to my parents!"

"i know and i'm sorry you had to do that," he places a hand on the base of her back and uses his thumb to rub gentle circles into the tee on her back, "truthfully, i did forget. okay? i forgot but-"

"i know you forgot," she huffs heavily and moves from his touch, his hand still lingering where it was once placed on her back, "please, just don't come near me. don't touch me. don't talk to me. i'm angry with you so please let me be angry with you."

"i don't want you to be," he frowns.

"then you should have thought of that before you skipped on dinner," she retorts back to him and his shoulders slump in defeat, "i'm just so upset with you."

the whole night was spent apart.

and, truth be told, they hated it.

yn hated how she still wanted to be close to him, even though he had made her feel anger. hiding in the bedroom with her laptop opposed to the television because he had taken refuge on the sofa and chosen a documentary she didn't want to intrude upon. she understood how hectic his schedule could be at times and she understood that, sometimes, he was tired and he needed reminding of things... it was a minor mistake but it had upset her and she needed her feelings to be validated and she wanted him to understand how hurt she felt.

arthur hated how he had made the mistake that lead them to being apart. sleeping on the sofa so she had all the time in the world to feel better and feel angry without him being there to add fuel to the fire. it was forgivable, what he did, but it wasn't forgettable and he knew she'd be upset for a while with the situation.

the next morning, he was awake early.

he ran to the corner shop to grab her some flowers, to grab her a card, to grab ingredients for breakfast so he could surprise her and a little goody-bag of her favourite snacks to show her just how sorry he was for what had happened. deciding on breakfast pancakes, with her favourite fruits and syrup, writing a long-winded message in the card that could explain better than he could if she was looking at him whilst he spoke it verbally.

and when she rose from her slumber, ready to forgive him, he was prepared with a table full of a surprises.

"good morning," he smiles sheepishly and she lets her eyes wander over the pile of pancakes in the middle of the table beside bowls of fruit and bottles of maple-syrup, "i made breakfast."

"you made a feast," she giggles softly, stepping towards the dining table and reaching for the card that he'd leant against a jar of nutella, "what's this?"

"it's my apology. i figured i could write it better than i could say it so," he walks towards her and sets his hands on the back of a chair, pulling it out from under the table and letting her sit down, tucking her underneath before he sat beside her, "i really am so sorry for forgetting our plans."

"it's okay," she pulls the card from the envelope and lets her eyes scan over the paragraph of his writing, her mouth soundless speaking every word he had written on the piece of paper, "i figured you were just stressed and tired. i was never going to stay angry at you."

she squeezes his knee softly and looks at him.

"i made reservations at that new london restaurant you wanted to go to, too. figured we could go with your parents," he informs her and she smiles widely, "it's on me, of course."

"arthur," she hums softly, "you need to fuck up more often."

he rolls his eyes and she giggles softly.

"i don't think so. one time, you might actually leave me and i don't know if i could cope with that," he leans over and presses a kiss to her lips, "i love you and i'm truly sorry."

"i love you too, you muppet." xx

[luvrlou]

Heyy girll can u do a niko o/s where yn gets invited to shoot with the beta squad as a guest nd ppl knows abt yn nd nikos relationship so they think it’s cute etc nd they keep flirting while they’re filming 😭🙏🏼

Cutie Patooties

Pairing: Niko Omilana x fem!reader

Summary: Niko's day seems to lighten up incredibly after a certain guest is invited into the studio.

Warnings: Swearing

A/N: Recently I have been really into the beta squad and the sidemen so please keep these requests coming! This is so rushed I'm sorry!!

Word Count: 1k

The other 4 members of The Beta Squad, plus Yung Filly and Hary Pinero, were sat giddily in the studio awaiting the special guest for this Saturday's video, everyone knew this would send Niko's mood sky rocketing.

He had been in a mood for the past 2 weeks since his girlfriend, you, had been on tour for your newest album so he hadn't been able to see you. Little did he know you were going to be waltzing through that set of double doors at the rear end of the studio as soon as the cameras start rolling.

"Niko! Get up!" Kendall, one of the members of the camera crew called, he pulled himself off the couch and towards the other boys.

"Today on Beta Squad.." Kenny began the intro before Chunks interrupted.

"We have a guest!" He announced, earning a confused look from your boyfriend.

All the boys turned to look at the double doors at the back as all the cameras moved to focus on it.

The doors swung open as you waltzed in, "it's me!" You stated, twirling around.

"No way!" Niko shouted, his mood immediately lighting up.

"Yes way!" You shouted back with a laugh as he jogged over to engulf you in a hug. "Can you guys believe this? My own boyfriend didn't notice my 10-day break in shows!" You jokingly complained to the camera, earning a huff from Niko.

"Be quiet and let me enjoy your presence for 2 seconds," he mumbled, picking you up and spinning you in the air, earning a squeal from you. He placed you back down on the ground and engulfed you in yet another hug. "I missed you baby."

You both walked over to the other boys, Niko's hand grasping yours for dear life. The boys then began to explain the video. They had 5 girls waiting in the main studio as Filly was going to be playing Blind Dating Girls Based On Their Outfits.

You were sat on your boyfriend's lap, in between both Chunkz and Sharky, with Aj, Harry and Kenny in front of you on the couch.

"The Beta Squad are gonna play cupid, by trying to find, our friend Filly, love. The twist is, the girls are hidden behind a curtain, and round, by round, we'll slowly raise the curtain to reveal the girls that may take Filly's heart. Also! Another twist, Filly doesn't get to pick who goes through each round, we do. By wingmanning from another room and deciding which girls will get rejected. Let's see if we can find Filly true love!" Chunkz explained, going over each rule of the episode.

"See if Aj was doing this, he'd be able to see under." Niko stated, earning laughs from the other boys.

You turned around to him, "and if it was you, you would see over it."

"Yeah! What she said! Lanky!" Aj quipped, making Harry pull him back down to the couch.

You leaned back into Niko, Sharky audibly awing at your comfort around him. Filly started asking the girls their names and ages, without interruption from the 7 of you in the next room.

He went on to ask about icks which sparked conversation between you and the boys.

"Y/N what are your icks?" Harry asked you, making you lean further into Niko in thought.

You hummed, "I haven't really thought of any."

"Well what's one thing Niko could do that would make you be like 'wtf is that thing I'm dating'?" Kenny asked you.

You smiled in return before speaking, "I love him too much! He couldn't do anything!"

Niko grinned and kissed the top of your hair, everyone else reacted with disgusted sounds and Aj mumbled "they're so cute it's disgusting."

After a while of watching Filly talk to the women, Niko grabbed the mic.

"Ask them if they shave." He told him in a monotone voice.

"Niko!" You shrieked hitting his arm and snatching the mic. "Don't you fucking dare Finny, that is the crudest thing you can ask a girl! Instead ask what their favourite song is or something."

He smiled at the camera that was used to show you guys what was going on in the other studio. He went down the line asking what the girls' favourite songs were.

The first girl said a song by you, which made all the boys, including Finny cheer, the next said Under the Influence by Chris Brown, the next said anything by Britney Spears, and the final girl said Irregular Love by LilTjay.

"Okay, It's time for us to vote out another girl," Harry said into the mic.

"Girl 2, she really said Under the Influence, absolutely not." You stated.

This caused Chunkz to pipe up, "what's wrong with Under the Influence? Huh!"

"It's a shit song that's what's wrong with it!" Niko answered, making you nod your head proudly.

"Shut up! You're only saying that cause you don't want to upset Y/N!" Sharky exclaimed, making Niko flush.

"All I'm saying is I want rid of her," you huffed, making Niko wrap his arms around you softly.

"The fans will be loving this," Kenny laughed, indicating to you and Niko.

He was right, the number of edits you had seen floating around Instagram, Twitter and Tiktok of the two of you was crazy. They were adorable, you had to admit, and seeing the reactions of fans when you commented on their videos was enough to leave you happy for a week.

"So what? I'm just showing my girl some love." Niko nonchalantly answered, making you hide your face in his arm.

The video continued on, every so often the cameras would switch from Filly to you and Niko cuddling into eachother.

When the video came to an end Filly walked into the other studio which contained you and the boys, with his new girl, Melissa.

"Love is in the air!" Chunkz grinned, looking between you and Niko to Filly and Melissa.

[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!!

[justaphangirl07]

Harry’s BEREAL goes off during sex and yore tied up the sidemen react

A/N: I can sure have a go for you! I hope you enjoy it

BeReal (Harry Lewis/Wroetoshaw Smut)

Y/N’s POV

Shibari

The act of tying someone up for aesthetic purposes

That is what Harry came home and told me that he wanted to explore

So that’s what we did

I am currently tied up with rope on our bed, having my mind blown by Harry’s cock shoving into me at a brutal pace

I have my head shoved into a pillow, with my arms tied behind my back using an intricate design that Harry found on the internet

It took him ages to do but boy was it worth it

Now just from this you should be able to tell that both me and Harry are kinky fuckers

So it doesn’t surprise me when mid thrust Harry shoved himself fully into me and reaches for his phone

“I have to take a picture of this, you look so good baby. Need to remember this forever” he mumbled as I see a flash out of the corner of my eye

Meaning that he took a photo of him with his dick fully in me, my arse on show and me completely tied up

He throws his phone down on the bed, a few seconds later before he starts pounding into me again

I can tell he is close from the erratic thrusts but I move my body with him best I can, as we both chase out orgasms

It isn’t long before Harry gives one last thrust before shooting his load into me

I let out a lot moan as I react my climax at the same time

It takes us both a few minutes to compose ourselves before Harry begins to untie me

Once I’m free, Harry’s arm wraps around me and guides me to lay down with him

He gently strokes both my arms in a soothing way, in case the might be sore from being behind my back for so long

After a while, he reaches for his phone that I was laying next to

He unlocks it and I look up at him to see his face has dropped

“What’s up?” I ask worried by his facial expression

“I might of fucked up” he mumbles

I reach out and grab his phone

I realise that the screen is open on the BeReal app

There is a new photo posted to Harry’s account

I click on it to see Harry’s face in the top left corner and my arse fully on show, whilst Harry’s dick is in my pussy

I can see that the photo has been liked multiple times and multiple notifications are coming through on what’s app

I click on one of the notifications to see that the sidemen group chat is going mental

Simon: Harry, another nude really? At least it isn’t your balls this time!

Vik: Y/N is going to kill you, is all I’m going to say!

Josh: Someone give Harry his knot tying badge

JJ: Wow Y/N really does have a nice arse

Tobi: No words

Ethan: Nice one mate ;)

“Harry, you dickhead! You posted the photo to BeReal!” I exclaim

“I’m sorry, it was the first thing I clicked on! I didn’t mean to post it! I’ll take it down!” He tells me as he takes his phone back

I push his hands down onto the duvet as I sigh

Even though I'm mad at him, it's not like he is the worst thing in the world

I mean it's not the first time it has happened

“Don’t worry about it, it’s not like they haven’t seen it all before” I say

“Nothing can be worse than when you sent out sex tape to the boys, poor Vik was scarred for life” I chuckle

“Now put your phone down and cuddle me, I might let you go again if your lucky” I say before pulling into into a kiss

Harry might be an idiot, but he’s my idiot

A/N: PLEASE REQUEST SOME IMAGINES

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