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𝐕𝐢𝐤𝐤𝐫𝐚𝐦 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐧 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬___𝟖𝐭𝐡𝐒𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

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Mostly about the earlier years. Could also be viewed as romantic :>

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The first sidemen to actually meet you! Not gonna lie he only started a conversation because he thought you were pretty and you were playing Minecraft. But he is glad he did. At first, Vikk thought you were nice to talk to, you were just easy to have a nice conversation with (and he thought you were pretty and he was just a teenage boy-). He really liked playing Minecraft with you and felt even a bit jealous when you got on with the other Sidemen just as well as you did with him. But of course, you didn’t abandon nor forget your Minecraft buddy.

“I am just saying if it weren’t for me all of you wouldn’t have met y/n”

“Nah man, she was doing bits we would have met her at some point”

“But I invited her to play with us all!”

Whenever you thought JJ was going too rough on Vikk (but when is he not?), you would always say something in return. Not enough for him to start another diss track season just enough for him to shut up and remove Vikk from being the target once again. He always appreciated it and found your snappy comments dearly amusing.

When Vikk got obsessed with Pokemon Go you joined him in going around the city to find those lil shits. 

The fans loving it whenever Vikk and you make videos together.

And when the two of you get to be in the same team in a sidemen video.

'03:01 the happiness in both of their eyes when they realized that they're on the same team 🥲'

'istg y/nstar is the best sdmn ship'

'you know it's gonna be a good video when y/nstar have been put together'

During the time in the first Sidemen house, the two of you would have little sleepovers in his room. After a long day of recording, it was always lovely to simply lie down and relax together.

It would usually start with watching a tv show or a movie like for example Game of Thrones. and as the time got later you and Vikk would start just talking about anything. Childhood memories, stories about school, thoughts about the future, or any topic that came up.

Vikk never really talked about his problems, or things that worried him, he just kept it to himself all the time. He still does it which breaks your heart. But during these makeshift sleepovers, he would open up once in a blue moon. And on that rare occasion, he wouldn't bottle it all up.

But as the years passed you weren’t able to have those sleepovers anymore. Before he moved out of the second Sidemen house Vikk and you had your last sleepover. It was weird, something about it felt sentimental. It felt like the end of an era and in a way, it probably was. 

You adore him, there will always be a special place in your heart for Vikk. Seeing him grow into the man he is today warms your heart.

And just as you adore him, Vikk adores you as well. There is just something so unique about you, something that brings out the best in him. Something that makes enjoying himself so easy, almost completely effortless.

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Hope you liked these lil headcanons and that you have a joyous day or night <3 !!

[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!!

[g-xix]

Hey can I request a JJ imagine, where we almost kiss another man and he gets really jealous and stops talking to us but then we find out he's angry cause he really likes us and then we confess our love for him and get together

Chocolate Eyes | JJ Olatunji

Ofc you can get some of that! Love this imagine, thank you so much for requesting it! Requests are open so to anyone reading, feel free to request more. Photo checkpoint:

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"That was really great," I smiled at Jacob. It had been my first time ever using a dating app, and I'd never expected a first date to go so well. 

Jacob was lovely, also. He'd picked me up at my door,  paid for the meal and then offered to hold hands when we walked around the park... He'd kept out hands connected even as he walked me back to the house, thumb gently grazing over the back of my hand every so often and reminding me of the differences in size. He was a gentle giant and I felt myself getting butterflies every time he even slightly squeezed my hand.

Fiddling in my handbag, I pulled my house-keys up and went to face Jacob, ready to say goodbye.

"So, second date to see that new film?" He asked with a grin, knowing fully well what my answer would be.

"You don't even need to ask." I responded with a smile of my own, admiring his chocolatey eyes and their glow in the sunset orange. 

They reminded me of someone else's though, and maybe that's what made me lean as I felt his hand on my lower back, pulling me in as we closed our eyes, our lips barely a few minute eons away before-

"Heya, Liz-" My body jerked away from Jacob's as the door was swung open, a shocked JJ revealed stood behind it. His jaw fell slightly slack, eyes widening before filling with an unreadable expression. As though his cards had been drawn back from the table- suddenly he was unreadable as his expression fell to slate. "Oh."

"Uhm, it was great meeting you." I suddenly felt very shy, smiling at the ground as I felt my brother's best friend's harsh gaze burning a hole in the back of my head. Jacob seemed unperturbed.

"Yeah, you too- I'll see you sometime soon!" He gave that sunshine smile once more before skipping down the front porch's stairs, flipping his car keys up before catching them smoothly and walking out of the gates.

I was left with JJ, stepping in cautiously whilst he shut the door behind me. 

"What you been up to, then?" I tried to start conversation, not knowing why I felt so awkward with JJ. We were almost as close as Simon and himself were. Having grown up in the same household with Simon, with Deji as one of my closer friends whilst growing up- it was inevitable JJ and I would become close as well.

It was mildly unnerving seeing JJ so closed of however, as he simply pulled his phone out of his basketball shorts and began scrolling- casually walking up the stairs to his room as if I hadn't said a thing.

It hurt a bit, since I really quite liked JJ. Maybe I'd liked him too much at the beginning, as whenever he'd come over to hang with Simon I'd get excited and start tidying our room so that JJ might be impressed. Simon never bothered though- and that meant that when JJ came to our room, one side was always freakishly tidy, whilst Simon's side was messy. 

And I'd always make sure to do my makeup nice, and substitute the baggy joggers and oversized shirt for a nice pair of jeans and fitting top.

The one time JJ had came over unannounced and I'd opened the door with tired eyes, toothbrush hanging out the side of my mouth and clothes loosely hanging off of my body- I'd been mortified- and simply ran up the stairs, yelling for Simon whilst I cringed at myself in the bathroom, listening to their muffled laughs from the room outside. 

JJ might have been able to tell I'd liked him as well, as he seemed to play with my feelings when I was a bit younger. Holding eye contact until I was blushing, giving me the flowers he plucked when the four of us walked home, brushing his hand against mine whenever we walked beside one another.

So I distanced myself until he started realising I didn't want to be played like that- whilst he had a lovely girlfriend, I didn't want to just be the best-friend's sister who you play with knowing fully well you'd never date because it's too much work convincing the older brother to accept it...

Then JJ and I simply became friends.

Nothing more than Simon and JJ had going. Friends- we'd sit together and watch movies in the living room, order takeouts for one another, go to the gym and spot one another (although we both knew fully well that he couldn't control the weights I squatted, and I couldn't manage the weights he curled).

But never had he blatantly ignored me.

Shrugging it off, I followed him up the stairs, heading to my room and putting on some music from a speaker whilst writing in my journal. An uncommon hobby, but one that I found solace in. Ever since I first met JJ, when for my birthday he got a pretty leather stamped journal, I'd written all the things I'd never say to his face inside those pages.

"DINNER'S DONE, EVERYONE!"

I heard Josh's shouts from downstairs, following the call and joining Vik, Simon and JJ around the island, picking a slice of pizza and folding it over so I could eat it whilst scooping some fries onto my plate as well. I squirted a generous portion of ketchup over my fries before turning to JJ. 

"Want any?" I questioned, knowing he basically refused those French fries without ketchup- though he seemed to not notice, as he continued his Twitter browse. "JJ?" I questioned.

Still no response.

Great. Ignoring me.

It didn't even hurt that time. It stung a bit as I felt the silence indicate Josh, Vik and Simon had all watched the awkward interaction- watched as JJ ignored and frankly rejected me. And it brewed an ugly sort of spite and anger inside me, like acid sitting unhappily at the bottom of my stomach.

"Fine then." I slammed the bottle down onto the island and grabbed my plate, marching out of the room, seeing JJ help himself to the bottle of ketchup from the corner of my eye as I left.

I left the plate on the desk in my room, instead jumping straight onto the bed and staring at the ceiling.

Why's he ignoring me? When did he start... Just after I came back with Jacob. What, is he annoyed that I brought Jacob to the house? He shouldn't be- nobody on the internet even knows I'm related to Simon or any of the Sidemen business so I'm not bringing fans or any of that trouble... Did Jacob do something behind my back? No, he wouldn't... He's too respectful. Too...

I pondered back over my date with Jacob. He was sweet. Respectful and kind, and yet I didn't lean in to kiss him because of him. I wouldn't have kissed him... Just something about those gorgeous chocolatey eyes reminded me of something... Something familiar. Sweet, like him, something that smelled of just waking up and gave the feeling of home on a lazy Summer day. Comforting. Familiar. Pleasant. 

"Liz?" Simon knocked at my door, peeking his head around the corner. "We're gonna watch a movie in the living room... You wanna come?"

I contemplated before sighing. "I don't know... What movie?"

"We'll pick when we get down." Simon shrugged. I turned my back to lie on my side, facing away from the door and pursing my lips shut. Maybe I just needed a bit more time alone to think. Simon sighed, and I heard his footsteps approach, before a weigh indicated he had taken a seat on the opposite side of my bed. "I'm sorry JJ's ignoring you."

"Any clue why?"

"No, I thought you'd know."

I sighed.

"He's usually happiest with you, I don't know why he's being such a prat. He left the kitchen a few seconds after you left, too. I think he's unhappy about something."

I rolled over to face Simon, his own head lowered, looking to his hands as he fidgeted with his fingers before turning back to make eye contact with me and give a smile.

"Maybe he's ignoring you because you're annoying, though."

"That's definitely not it," I snorted. "If he's managed to put up with you for fifteen years, he won't have a problem with me."

"Shut up." Simon huffed, though he too let out a laugh as he felt the depressing presence alleviate. He leaned forwards before getting up from the bed with a groan, holding out a hand. "C'mon, let's go watch that movie."

I followed Simon down to Josh and Vik in the living room- Tobi also accompanying the duo, probably having arrived a few minutes ago.

I sat besides Tobi near the end of the sofa, greeting him with a smile and picking a seemingly good movie with the group before the door opened, causing Josh to pause the movie as we all swivelled out heads to see JJ enter the room.

Josh pressed play, eyes flicking from JJ to myself cautiously as JJ took the last spot of the sofa- right besides me.

The movie proceeded, though I couldn't watch it- all too focussed on the presence besides me- sat so stiffly, the whole atmosphere feeling wrong.

He'd always get the blanket out and cover himself in it, begrudgingly allowing me into the cocoon when I got cold and tugged on a corner. And he'd let me fall asleep on him, knowing I needed to fall asleep leaning to one side, and I'd be woken up as I felt JJ's chest rise and fall with his harmonious laughter, whilst Simon grumbled you act like a married couple.

It was poetic, almost. How well we knew each other, how well fitting we were, and yet how mismatched it felt sitting besides him whilst neither of us really watched the movie- like two corner pieces of a puzzle being awkwardly slotted besides one another. 

We were barely half an hour in when JJ excused himself, muttering something or other about thirsty, closing the door behind him.

Josh paused the movie.

We all faced him.

"Go, get up, and speak to JJ." He commanded, his eyes meeting mine. His voice was soft, consoling and full of advice as he spoke. I wanted to shake my head, to say no and childishly stay sat and continue watching the movie- but as Josh's eyes stayed trained on mine, I knew I had to go.

I entered the kitchen almost instantly, finding JJ simply staring out of one of the windows.

"So what is it." My voice broke the silence. JJ's daydream seemed to break as his neck snapped in my direction, eyes widening at the confrontation before he shook his head, dazed and spoke.

"Nothing." He looked as though he were biting down on his tongue hard, as he cracked a bottle of water open, gulping hungrily before walking around the island to leave. Too bad I was in the way.

"What, you're just ignoring me for no reason?" I questioned with a bit more irritation in my voice, stepping in front of him to try and stop JJ from leaving the situation. He barged into my shoulder, his elbow wedging into my upper arm hard enough to bruise as he walked past.

"I don't know what you're on about-"

I grabbed his hand, pulling him back and stopping him from leaving- forcing him to look down to our interlinked hands before his panicked eyes met my own.

"What, JJ, why?" I felt the words leaving my mouth.

He shrugged, breaking eye contact, though his fingers squeezed mine gently. I could feel that familiar lump rising in my throat, making my voice thick though I tried to swallow it down.

"Do you think this is just some game?" It came out in a quietly. "Is it just for your own enjoyment- your entertainment, that you ignore me? You give me hope and act like you like me and then pretend I don't even exist? What, am I just some-"

"I don't pretend." His voice came out softly as he squeezed his eyes shut, unable to look at me whilst he spoke. "I don't pretend to like you- it's not some game to me, Liz..."

"Yeah I'd hope you liked me after we've lived together for four years." I scoffed, though tears threatened the corners of my eyes. 

"No, Liz, it's..." He sighed. "It's more complicated than that."

"Then explain it JJ," I whispered. "I'd rather listen to hours of whatever you have to say than just be ignored by you."

"Fuck, Liz." He removed his hand from my own, covering his face. "I don't just like you like that. How could I. I like you like... more."

"More?" I scoffed as his words. "Yeah, because when you really like someone of course you'd ignore them-"

"Liz, oh my god, listen!" He seemed to be desperate as he spoke this time, turning around to make concentrated eye contact. "I fucking like you. I liked you ever since we first met, when Simon invited me round and I saw you sat on your side of the room, reading whatever bullshit comics you liked. I always wanted to say something but you just seemed so... distant, and I didn't want to lose you as a friend if anything went wrong and you didn't like me back- and I still don't..."

I felt the breath leave my lungs as he confessed. 

"JJ you daft twat, of course I fucking like you," I felt myself laugh weakly despite the mix of feelings that circulated through my mind. "I thought you'd never like me back- I thought you were just playing me... And you had a girlfriend, I never thought I..."

Words failed to assist me, and instead JJ filled the gap.

"And I'm sorry for ignoring you." He squeezed my hands gently, and spoke with an even more gentle tone. "I shouldn't have. It was rude, I just... It was awkward seeing you with that guy. It was..."

"Jealousy?" I filled the end of the sentence for him l before laughing. "You were jealous?"

"Well..." He grumbled begrudgingly. "You were about to kiss him..."

I felt myself laugh with JJ, my eyes closing in relief and realisation JJ didn't hate me. It was all okay - JJ liked me and I was never delusional for having a crush on him. I looked up into JJ's eyes. Like chocolate.

Then is clicked.

I saw JJ's eyes when I was looking into Jacob's. That same honeyed hue, dark around the edges and soft and honey brown in the middles, undulating like gentle waves which reminded me of all the pleasant little intricacies of JJ that I had come 'round to loving 

"Liz?"

He asked, and I couldn't help myself from slinging my arms around his shoulders, crashing his lips into mine then and there, closing my eyes and savouring that feeling of his cocoa butter lips against mine, moving softly and gently and giving me everything that the fifteen-year-old version of myself could only dream of feeling, as he wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed me as though we had been in love for years.

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Mom Friend

For some reason my brain's going 'I want to take care of someone' like in a mom friend type of way. As in a 'oh your parents were shit? well if you're cool with it, i'm your parent now. first order of business, your parents address so i can go beat the shit out of them.' kind of way. /lh

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Every once in a while, one of the Sidemen would either make breakfast or buy it from a restaurant.

Either way 'bon appetite' as Harry would usually say.

This time, y/n decided it'd be their turn. The boys all needed it as a little treat.

Checking the fridge to make sure they had all the ingredients for a proper fry up

Eggs if they wanted omelette, suspecting that's what JJ & Ethan would want. If not, whatever way they liked their eggs whether it be scrambled or over easy

Mushroom, tomato, spinach if they wanted veg in said omelette

Waffles, not from scratch with a few boxes of cereal assuming that'd what Harry would have

More of a made to order type of deal

Grabbing a pot and pan, banging them together

Either that or they'd bring out the toy trumpet, sometimes blasting one of KSI's songs

Hearing a couple pairs of footsteps, happy that they didn't have to send one of the boys to wake up the late risers

Ethan, Harry & JJ asking for what y/n assumed they wanted

Josh helping by making coffee for whoever wanted it

'How are you able to keep up with all this food' Vik would pipe up from the bar

'Have 3 siblings, and two of the bastards are picky as hell. Pickier than bog over there'

Harry looking up in confused, hearing his nickname with mouth full of waffles

Y/n would just stick their tongue out at him

'What would the rest of you like?' pointing their spatula at 'em

Simon and Tobi try to get away with just having coffee which doesn't slip past y/n

'Y'all aren't going on a empty stomach. Not on my watch'

'Mom friend y/n is scary' Tobi quickly agreeing with the sentiment

Half of them going on with the rest of their day, the other half waiting for y/n to sit down and eat their breakfast

'You guy do know you don't have to wait for me right?' ruffling Harry's hair

'Yea but we want to'

[ketamineharry]

I Met a Boy Online - Vikram Barn 

Requested: No - I just heard the song by Grace Davies and felt compelled to write something based on it! I’ve just come out of a severe spot of writers block, so I will do my best to get around to all of the requests I’ve received! 

You had met Vik online, having been in a Warzone lobby with him. Thankfully you were both decent and got on fairly well, you had decided to add each other to your friends list; where you played the game together almost every day. Slowly, that progressed to calls every day. His voice quickly became one of your favourite sounds and your biggest comforter.

You exchanged selfies, despite being incredibly insecure. He was very cute, a big, bright smile adorned his face. No filter in sight. While yours had a filter on it. Your insecurities were far too big to consider sending one without a filter. As soon as he read the message containing the selfie that you had sent him, he called you. The nerves overtook your body, as you thought of the worst. You convinced yourself that the reason that he was calling to tell you that he didn’t want to talk to you anymore; that you weren’t his type and to stop contacting him. Instead, you answered the call and exhaled a shaky breath. His voice immediately filled the speaker. “You are so beautiful.” He told you, before progressing the conversation onto how your days were going.

As the days went on, so did your virtual relationship. There wasn’t a day that went by where you didn’t have contact with each other. The longer it went on, the more that you wished that things would progress into something bigger. But, a larger part of you knew that when he eventually was able to see you in person, once the lockdown restrictions eased he was going to hate you as much as you hated yourself.

At this point, it was a routine. It had happened so many times. With so many different people. Each time hurting more than the last, as you had built up your expectations just for you to fall at the last hurdle, never quite being enough for any of them. The only result you had ever achieved, was being curled up in bed, as you sobbed on the phone to your best friend. She was always sympathetic, but, you knew that she was getting sick of how many times this had happened.

On a wet, Tuesday afternoon, Vik sent you a message asking you to video call. You hadn’t planned for a video call. Especially because of the insecurities that you held so close to you. There were no filters on these calls, there was no hiding. Reluctantly, you agreed; as you mentally placed a little bit of trust in him. Your phone vibrated, a picture of Vik taking over the screen. You swallowed hard, before you picked up the phone. As you tried to compose yourself.

Once you had answered, the bright smile that you had seen in countless pictures took over your screen. His brown eyes, gleaming as the bright light of his bedroom hit them. He took in your expression, a slight frown made its way onto his features.

“Y/N, are you ok?” He asked softly.

“Yeah, everything’s good. How are you?” You asked, desperately wanting to shift the attention away from you, in fear of expressing how you truly felt. You knew if you did that, the chances of him ending the call and never contacting you again would only increase.

“I’m good. I was thinking, if you wanted to… We could progress this? I know it’s soon, but I know how I feel and I know that even after lockdown is done, you are going to be the only person that I want.” He responded sheepishly, as he placed one hand behind his neck, as he nervously scratched at it.

“Why?” You asked, plainly. In all honesty, you were confused. Why would he want you when you were like this? So consumed by insecurities and self-doubt.

“Because I think that you’re wonderful.” He continued, as his cheeks flushed red.

You couldn’t quite believe what you were hearing. The boy that you had wanted for weeks, was interested in you too.

“But what about if you see me in person? What if you don’t feel the same way?” You asked, your voice quiet. Your insecurities making their way to the forefront of your mind. You just needed some reassurance.

“That’s not going to happen. I just want you. Warts and all.” He took a breath. “Anyway, this video call is evidence enough. You are stunning. So… should I ask again?” He continued, with a slight laugh.

“No..” You started, a broad smile taking up the majority of your face. “I’d really like that.”

“Amazing, I’m really sorry to have to cut this short but I have to go and film a Sidemen Reacts video. But, I’d love to call you later, at around eight?”

“Sounds good to me.” You confirmed, as you said your goodbyes and hung up the phone.

For once, you could go and cry happy tears with your best friend. You had finally broken the cycle. You were finally wanted, just as much as you wanted him. This was a form of magic that you could get lost in forever.

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Studying in Diners

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Imagine.....

You sat at the diner, textbooks surrounding you as you studied relentlessly for the history test you had coming up. You didn’t know why you took history as an undergrad especially since you barely liked it in high school but you thought it would be easy since you passed the course without trying. Boy were you wrong. The course was full of memorization and dates and people and the empires constantly changing because the Emperors wanted their capital city to be named after them even though they’d only live for a short while.

Your hair sat on top of your head twisted into a messy bun, a few annoying strands that you missed kept falling into your face annoying you. Grumbling under your breath you yank your hair out of the bun and tidy it up making sure to stuff those pesky strands through the hair band. Cracking your neck and shaking your wrists you then went back to typing up the notes that were written in a notebook beside your laptop, you would have had them typed up already but you forgot your laptop at your flat since you were in a rush trying to get to the lecture on time, you were lucky you still carried around pens and a notebook or you would have been screwed.

So here you were, on Valentine’s Day sitting in a diner trying to distinguish what your horrid handwriting read. This was at least better than sitting on your couch watching romance movies criticizing the protagonist and their love interest and how their relationship was not realistic and how it would probably end in a few months or have some serious issues. You sigh grabbing your milkshake and taking a long sip of it, as you were drinking a man came up next to you and smiles brightly, confusedly you smiled back with the straw still between your lips. “Hi, umm, I know this is weird and really straightforward but I was wondering if you weren’t waiting for someone or completely busy with studying that I could possibly sit and join you for some food?” The man asks with his cheeks tinting a bright red, you smile at him gently. “I guess I can take a break from studying, my name is (Y/N).” You introduce yourself with a dazzling smile, the man looks at you stunned by your agreement to having some food with him. “I’m Vik.” He introduces himself and clumsily sat in the seat across from you.

“So, how did you hurt yourself?” You ask as you peer at the attractive man, he blushes slightly and laughs at the memory. “A few days ago I was skiing with some friends, I tried to jump a slope and I broke my collarbone. I had to go for surgery and now I’ve got 6 screws in.” Vik explains, you just nod your head and smile at the story. “Guess you learned your lesson.” You joke causing him to laugh, the waitress came by the table and proceeded to take yours and Viks orders. When she left, the two of you were deep a in conversation about your favourite tv shows, and also talking about your deepest dreams and what you’d like to do with your life. That night you didn’t get to finish typing up your notes, you were too busy talking with Vik and drinking milkshakes and sharing fries.

Hope you enjoyed! It’s my first ever imagine, feedback would be great! ❤️

[fishytrouble1]

Sidemen Awkward Dating

W2SxReader Fanfiction

Summary: You’re sat minding your own business at the park when a random stranger comes over to meet you. He awkwardly talks to you but you find it cute and endearing, What becomes of this meeting.

You had decided that instead of being stuck indoors that you would go to the park for a little while. However, when you got there it was so busy you searched for ages trying to find a quiet spot. 

After a while of searching you found a shaded quiet area under a big oak tree. You loved nature and always felt so at peace there, it was where you were at your happiest. When you had sat down and took a breath you just hoped that the day brought you more of the joy and happiness you were feeling in that moment.

As the hours went on you were so engrossed in the book you had brought with you that you didn’t even notice the loud noises of a group far to the side of you. They were getting progressively louder but you continued ignoring them, hoping that they would go away soon enough.

But it was just your luck they didn’t, in fact you could hear the complaints of one of them as the others kept egging them on to do something. What it was you weren’t sure on. Little did you know that it involved you.

A minute or so had passed before you heard someone stood beside you coughing to get your attention. You look up from your book at the person, expecting to see some obnoxious looking guy there but the person you saw took your breath away. 

What you saw was a young blue-eyed, blonde-haired man who was standing awkwardly. You were unsure what his purpose was until he started to speak.

“Ummm...Hi..I’m Harry. Look I’m just going to be honest here. My friends and I are part of this YouTube group, and we were doing a video where the group made one of us do awkward things in public. They know how awkward I get when talking to girls so they made me come over here and talk to you. However I’m more nervous over how pretty you are and that you’re just going to send me away.” He says in a rush getting more awkward as he talks, but you smiled at his awkwardness.

“Sorry, I ramble when I talk to pretty girls.” He says making you blush.

“You think I’m pretty?” You ask not quite believing what he had said.

“Well, i wouldn’t say t if I didn’t believe it was true. Plus you’re the only girl that hasn’t turned me away.” He frowns.

“Why would I turn away such a handsome young man such as yourself.” You flirt.

He smiles at you and offers you a hand up. You take his hand as he pulls you up but you lose your balance and fall bringing Harry with you.

“Well, I knew you thought I was pretty but at least take me on a date first.” You joke causing him to laugh.

You are staring into each other’s eyes and are about to kiss when you hear a group of people shout Harry’s name. You both turn to face the group he was with before you both laugh nervously at being caught in the act. You both rush to get up and you smile. He goes to walk away but you stop him by grabbing his arm.

“You know if you want to take me on that date, you’ll need my phone number.” You grab a pen and piece of paper from your bag and write your name and phone number down.

He takes it, “Y/N. What a beautiful name for such a beautiful girl.” He smiles and walks away.

You turn around to head home when your phone rings. You answer it, “Hello, Y/N speaking.”

“Just wanted to be sure I had the right number.” You turn around to see Harry beaming at you as his friends are laughing and clearly making jokes about what had just happened.

A couple weeks later and you and Harry had had several dates now alongside daily text messages. You had learnt about Harry’s childhood in Guernsey whilst he found out about yours down in Portsmouth as well as why you had both moved to London.

As the days went on you started feeling as though this man was always meant to be a part of your life and couldn’t imagine not knowing him. You were about to leave your apartment to go on another date with Harry when your phone rings and you see his face flash up on the screen.

“Hey, what’s up I was then leaving to come meet you?”

“Well I may have told the guys where we were going and they’ve decided to tag along. I hope you don’t mind. It’s just I find it hard to say no to people and I thought maybe when we get there we can just ditch them.”

“Harry, I don’t mind maybe it is time for me to meet the people who are the reason we started this in the first place.” You say ‘this’ as you haven’t made anything official yet and weren’t sure where you both stood in terms of it being a relationship.  “We’re also not ditching your friends, it’ll make them dislike me for dragging you away.”

He laughs and you say that you’ll see them in a bit. When you turn up, you see Harry stood with his back to you. His friends are facing you but you hold your finger to your lips to signal to them not to let Harry know.

You jump onto his back whilst saying, “Hello there Handsome I see we have some interlopers on our date this evening.” You giggle as the guys fake an insult before laughing along with you.

“Hey Y/N, meet my friends; Simon. Ethan, Vik, Josh, Tobi and, you probably know him as KSI, but we call him JJ. Guys this is my...This is Y/n.” You quickly hide your frown over the awkwardness of not being called his girlfriend but you smile at his friends.

“Hey guys, It’s nice to meet the reasons why I met this guy here. And just to let you all know I actually don’t know a KSI so apologies if that’s you but I’ve never heard of him before.” You say honestly. They all looked shocked but quickly get over it.

“So you’re his Y/N are you? If I was you Harry I would ask her to be your girlfriend before she finds someone better.” Ethan Jokes but only the other guys found it funny, you and Harry stood there awkwardly as he faces you and pulls you away from the group for a minute.

“Look, I was going to ask you tonight anyways, but then the boys gate-crashed and we weren’t alone. Things just became awkward. and then Ethan makes that joke, and I’m sorry if you’ve felt uncomfortable at all.” He rambles clearly nervous.

“Harry, calm down. Firstly I’m not uncomfortable, I never could be if I’m with you. Secondly if you were saying that you were going to ask me to be your girlfriend then my answer would be a resounding yes.” You tell him, he smiles and brings you in for a slow kiss. Your first one as a couple, you’d like to add. 

You’re broken apart by the voices of his friends laughing and making jokes. All saying either, “OOO” or “I knew it” or “Look it him, that’s our boy.” They made it an awkward ending but then again everything about yours and Harry’s journey had been awkward, right from the word ‘go’. It was however, a comfortable awkward though, and you wanted it for the rest of your life.

[unhonest-iago]

Oh the Less I know the Better

A/n; she/they pronouns used for reader

Fem reader

In preparation for the green festival, y/n had to set up shop. A booth where anyone could have their cards read. Their deck old and aged, almost in need to buy a new one. But it was the charm needed for what would happen next. Hopefully she’d see him here and could spare his and another’s fate. If not, they’d at least have the reassurance that she tried. Alas the grief would hold over like a storm cloud when she found out what the cards truly meant—aloof as ever. The cards never were concrete in nature. 

Vikk had come to the festival at the behest of Lazar’s request. Being one of the few—no, the only person he was friends with, decided it wouldn’t hurt. Despite this, he couldn’t help but feel uneasy. Especially at the smirk Punz flashed him when he walked past. The pearly whites reminding him more of a shark. Predator hunting prey but Vikk chalked it up to Punz being a mercenary. At least he hadn’t spot Dream, he told himself.

‘Penny for you thoughts?’ Y/n asked, having stepped outside her shop. Pausing for a smoke break. ‘Sorry, you look troubled. Hanker a reading?’ The question making him look up at the sign. ‘Oh, uh—sure, I guess why the hell not?’ Y/n having caught the man she wanted to see. Knowing Vikk to be more skeptical than others, didn’t think it would be that simple to get him to agree. But they wouldn’t dare to question it. 

Sitting across from y/n, staring down at the table where the deck lied. ‘How does this work exactly?’ 

‘Well, it’s usually best to think of a question you want answered and let the cards guide the way.’ Nodding, Vikk thought of the one question that had been on his mind for a long time. ‘Okay, you have your question in mind? You don’t have to tell me, can share what you like.’ Splitting the deck into three piles after shuffling. 

‘Pick a pile.’ Pointing to the left, y/n picked it up, removing the other two from the table. Taking the one Vikk had chosen, spreading it out across the table. ‘Now pick three cards, any three.’

The three cards Vikk ended up choosing were the Seven of Swords, Five of Cups & The World. The first two being upright, the last card reversed. Not that that was an unfortunate thing but it did in fact change the meaning. Just slightly. ‘So what does this mean?’ Y/n having wished it had been more positive but ultimately, there’s a reason as to why one can’t undo the past. And why one can’t ever know exactly what the future holds. 

Y/n tried to keep her expression neutral. ‘So this first card is the seven of swords upright. Expect some deception or trickery in the upcoming future. Can’t tell you how soon though. I’d say to be wary, not too overly cautious.’ 

Vikk wanting to run out of the booth as he was already on edge from this blasted festival. ‘I did have some weird exchange with Punz earlier, if you can even call it an exchange.’

‘Well, it could be that. Or Punz could be involved somehow.’ 

‘Avoid Punz, got it.’ 

‘The next card, five of cups, upright. So whatever deception or trickery you face might lead to loss in the form of grief. Add in some self-pity and you’re set.’ A sense of helplessness washing over Vikk. Refusing to let it show, wanting to hear the end of this faster, not that time skips were possible. ’And the last one?’

‘The World, reversed. Whatever the answer to your qualm is, it won’t ever be complete. You might not receive any closure from it either.’ Neither of them knowing at that moment that the reason he’d never gain closure is because he’d die. He’d die at the hands of Punz and Dream, multiple times over. Fortunately or unfortunately, he’d be side by side with his beloved friend Lazar. The one who invited him to this lovely event, not that it changed anything. 

‘I’m sorry Vikk, usually the cards aren’t this grim.’ 

‘It’s fine, never had my tarot read. Suppose I can cross that off my bucket list.’ Vikk waving to y/n as he left. Y/n having the odd inkling that she’d never see him again. 

[raggedy-dxctor]

Forgetting Something | Vikram Barn

Prompt: Person A is about to leave for work [or insert any other suitable event/place]. Person B asks them if they’ve forgotten anything, and Person A gives them a kiss. Person B turns red and opens their hand to reveal Person A’s keys/wallet/etc., saying “I meant this, but thanks.”

"Morning, babe" Vik greeted with a warm smile as you as you walked into the kitchen, an exhausted expression painted on your face. "Morning, love" You smiled tiredly, walking over to him and placing a sweet kiss on his cheek.

"I need to record with he boys in about two hours, will you be ok here or do you wanna come with?" He asked you, wrapping his arms around your waist and placing a soft kiss on your lips. "Hm, i think i'll stay here, i might get some decorating done" You thought aloud, wrapping your arms around his neck as you leaned into his chest. He let out a content sigh as he nuzzled into your neck, causing you to giggle. He pulled his face away from your neck and a goofy grin replaced the content smile.

You started laughing aagain, cupping his cute face on your hands and kissing him on the lips. He kissed back, a smile adorning his face. As he pulled away, you noticed his eyes. So perfect and so full of adoration. Your heart practically burst as he basically swooned.

"I love you Vikram Barn" You breathed out, your thumb caressing his cheek. He chuckled and leaned into your hand, a calm smile illustrating his face. "I love you too, Y/n L/n" He replied, basically breathless from admiration. He started swaying to the distant hum of the music, so you joined in, his arms wrapped around your waist and yours around his neck.

Three hours later, Vik was rushing out the door to go to work, he had fallen asleep on the sofa, with you cuddled up next to him, watching a Netflix movie. "I think you've forgotten something, Vik!" You shouted, running to the door as he dashed outm He turned around, confused, slowly walking back, a confused look on his face.

Realisation dawned on his face as he ran up to you, placed a small, loving peck on your cheek and spun around again, ready to run to the meeting place. "No! I meant this!!" You yelled as he took off down the street. Your hands opening to reveal his keys and wallet. Shock burst onto his face as he ran back, taking the keys and wallet out of your hands. A cheeky smirk was evident on his face as he came up with another idea.

He placed a kiss on your lips and squeezed your behind before sprinting away, throwing you a devillish smirk. A blush errupted on yoir face as you snorted, retreating back inside. You leant agaonst the wall and sighed, before bursting into a fit of laughter.

funfact: i've been watching the sidemen since 2014 and Vik has always been my main favourite <3

MASTERLIST

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SIDEMEN MASTERLIST

Forgetting Something - Vikram Barn x reader

Colour - Harry Lewis x reader

[huhustuff]

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭___𝐕𝐢𝐤𝐤𝐫𝐚𝐦 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐧 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

🌇🧸🤎

《 From Vik's point of view 》

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We were lying in her bed again. She was under the covers while I layed next to her, on top of the comforter. I yearned to lay with her under the warmth of the soft blanket as well. Most of all I yearned for her touch, feeling her gentle fingertips glaze over my skin.

Our conversation had drifted upon the subject of the future. Something that I was always slightly afraid of because I could never be sure what happens there. But she was afraid as well.

“To be completely honest I do not see myself living in London when I get older. I dream of having a house at home. But at the same time, I would want to keep in good contact with you and the others”

She spoke to me quietly. I could not call her ever mentioning anything of that sort. Part of me hoped that she trusted me more than others. After all, I was the only one who stayed over at her room during the night and whose room she would stay over at from time to time. 

“I do not even know where I would wanna get settled. It seems so far away you know”

I said truthfully. She looked at me and smiled, suddenly I felt the strength to conquer my uncertainty.

“Yeah, I get that. It's the same for me as well, the only thing I know is that I want to be able to go home and stay there one day.”

It was sad to see her long for her home when she was here, away from the place she missed. But it made me wonder, would I, maybe, be able to go home with her? And stay there as she said. 

Gosh, no no no, stop it! I screamed at myself in my head. We were just friends. I was only going to get hurt even more if I continued to entertain the thought of us being something else further on. My brain told me to stop, but my heart desired to keep on wishing. With chaos in my mind, I let out a sigh without noticing.

“Everything okay?”

Y/n asked me with a droplet of concern on her face. But I just shook my head. As we started to talk about a new film we both wanted to go see in the cinemas instead, a thought tortured me in the back of my mind.

What will happen when we move out of the Sidemen house in the future? When we do not live together anymore? Will she drift away from me or worst of all, return home and forget me?

Without acknowledging it she lightly laced her fingers with mine. After letting out a short gasp I weakly squeezed her hand that was now in mine. The small affection made my heart beat crazy and my chest sting. 

Squeezing my hand back she gifted me a blindingly bright smile that I could not bring myself to not mirror. Whatever would happen in the future would happen then, devastating or wonderful, all that really mattered was right now.

my y/n.

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Hope you liked this little drabble and that you have an enchanting day or night 🍂!!

[secondsineternity]

The XIX Series

STATUS: Coming Soon

This is a multi-part Harrison Osterfield x YouTuber/Sidemen!female!Reader series. I highly recommend you only read this if you’re familiar with the Sidemen and their content.

Prologue

One - (COMING SOON)

People in Moodboard: Harrison Osterfield, Summer Bishil, Olajide “JJ” Olatunji, Simon Minter, Josh Bradley, Tobi Brown, Ethan Payne, Harry Lewis, Vikram Barn. All other pictures found on Pinterest.

[littleminter]

✭i’m yours✭

↳ Vik x Reader Requested? | Request: can you please make a vik one and like make it that you are very nervous for him to meet your parents and you guys have been together for a long time and he (behind your back) ask your dad for your hand in marriage and vik proposals you then and there and you say yes obviously                   Warnings | fluff, fluff, fluff (and swearing)! Word count | 

Hands on the steering wheel, your entire body tensed once you realized just where you were driving to. You and your boyfriend Vik had been together for five years, yet he had never formally met your parents. Since Vik was constantly so busy, he barely had time for you, let alone your parents, but you didn’t mind. Finally, after so long, your parents were alone and Vik had enough time to come for a much-needed visit.

Your parents had always been excited to meet Vik, ever since the day you said you were dating. However, just as any parent would normally be, they were rather confused when you explained his career--of course you were immediately shot with bundles of questions, one of the many being: what was his job? Maybe they were expecting something like a doctor, or a therapist, or even a retail worker...but how do you explain Youtube? Uh, yeah--he speaks to a camera and lots of people on the internet watch him? That was really the best you could muster, and even though you parents found it weird, it’s not like they disapproved--it would at least spark conversation!

Vik, beside you, instantly noticed how stiff your posture was, lips tucked in a thin line with furrowed brows. This didn’t look like your relaxed face at all! Eyebrows knitting together, Vik tilted his head tightly as he asked, “what’s wrong, [y/n]?”

Snapping yourself out from whatever trance you had succumbed to, you frantically shook your head yet kept your eyes on the road, attempting to crack a crooked smile. With a nervous chuckle, you simply shrugged. “I’m just nervous, I guess,” you replied.

“Nervous?” he repeated, a brief look of surprise crossed over his features before his usual cheery, broad grin stretched across his face. Cheeks flushed slightly, he giggled rather cutely before joking around, “you really have such little faith in me?”

“Of course not!” you quickly retaliated, defending both yourself and him as you stretched your fingers from the wheel--how long had you been driving for? It certainly felt like forever, especially on your poor hands. “My parents are really excited to meet you, but...” you trailed off, face scrunching and distorting for a split second. “My dad’s pretty judgemental, sometimes, I guess.”

“That’s okay.” He seemed pretty sure of himself, despite the fact that he’s never even met your parents before...but Vikky was a good person, it’s not really like he could fuck this up in any way: he’s smart, adorable and very kind, especially to you. Even if your parents didn’t like him, that wouldn’t stop you at all--you knew, most certainly, that he was the one for you, and only you couldn’t know that. Not your parents, not your friends--just you, and you alone. “I’ll do my best to make a good impression.”

At that moment, your heart swelled with adoration. Of course he’d say that, he’s said a thousand times over that he’d to absolutely anything for you, and he always sees it though to the very end: that was just your Vikky in a nutshell. Cheeks flushed, a subtle smile plastered on your lips that seemed to stay there forever, you glanced at him out the corner of your eye before chuckling, “you’ll do great, Vikky.”

About another half-hour later, you eventually reversed into your parents drive. Immediately, a wave of nostalgia crashed over you. This small little cottage had been your childhood home until you moved out when you were eighteen, into your own flat, then eventually into the Sidemen house with Vik and his friends. A brown, brick roof accompanied by a white, concrete build. A mahogany, wooden door with a small, circular window in it, then four other windows scattered across the main front: in reality, it looked like your typical home that a child would draw when asked to draw a house.

With a deep inhale, you unbuckled your seatbelt before rummaging in your pockets, searching for the spare key to the house. Clutching it in your palm, you watched as Vik unbuckled himself and made his way out of your car, to which you followed, shutting shutting the car behind you with your heel.

Making your way up to the door, Vik instinctively intertwined his fingers with yours as you fiddled with the keyhole, inserting your key and twisting your wrist as a reassuring click resounded throughout the area, indicating the door was open. Gently, you pushed the door further open with your fingers, ears twitching as the hinges creaked--immediately, you inhaled the refreshing scent of home-baked cookies. Your mum had always loved baking.

“Mum, Dad? I’m home!” you called, your voice echoing slightly as you sauntered into the hallway, dragging Vik behind you. Kicking off your shoes and lining them up with Vik’s, you heard rushed feet scampering down the stairs. Chuckling to yourself, you were greeted with the smiling face of your Dad.

“[Y/n]!” he chirped, welcomingly opening his arms as you released Vik’s hand from your own, falling into the arms of your father who smelled vaguely of you cologne he always wore--Lacoste, was it? Nuzzling into his side, he chastely kissed your forehead and rubbed your back comfortingly. “I missed you, sweetheart.”

“I missed you too Dad,” you replied, voice laced with relief--besides Vik, your parents always made you feel safe and welcomed, no matter the situation. You considered yourself lucky--not many people could have parents as brilliant as your own. “Dad, this is Vik,” you introduced, separating from your Dad as you extended an arm, gesturing to Vik.

Immediately, your father’s face dropped, a subtle frown crossing his features as he stubbornly folded his eyes. Though you could see the visible discomfort on his face, Vik continued to muster a cheeky smile as he extended his arm, offering a handshake. Feigning confidence, he said, “nice to meet you, sir, I’m Vik.”

For a moment, there was complete silence--just Vik and you Dad staring each-other down, as if waiting for one of them to break...and fortunately for Vik, your Dad did first. After about thirty seconds, your Dad burst out laughing, a broad grin on his face as he snatched Vik’s outstretched hand, shaking it vigorously. “Nice to meet you too, Son!”

Son. At this, your smiled, baring your teeth as you watched Vik nervously keep up with your Dad’s shakes, an uncomfortable yet relieved smile on his face. With your heart warmed and uneasiness controlled, you watched as they commenced a full-blown conversation already. However, their “father-son” bonding time was halted abruptly as your mother sauntered in with a tray of warm, freshly-baked cookies.

“You must be my daughter’s little Vikky!” she chirped, her chubby cheeks rosy as she shoved the tray of cookies into Vik’s chest. “My [y/n] has told me so much about you--you seem like such a lovely boy, have you been treating [y/n] well?”

Urging him to take a baked good, he simply nodded reluctantly and took one, simply holding it in his hand as he replied, “yeah, I’ve done my best to make sure [y/n]’s happy and healthy. I love her more than anything.”

Of course he says he loves you all the time, but you never become immune to the way he says it--with a voice laced with adoration, always with a smile, even when you’ve had an argument. With Vik, you never had to doubt yourself or him...he was always sincere, kind and gentle. Your Vikky.

Heart fluttering and skipping so many beats you think it’s unhealthy, you all have a conversation before your Mum reminds you that there’s more food in the living room, like a buffet, so you all filter into the aforementioned area. Sitting down on the sofas, you all engaged in active conversation once more, digging into a wide selection of foods that your mum, quite obviously, went overboard on.

“Oh, I’m gonna go get us some drinks--does anyone want anything?” you asked, standing up from your seat as you scanned the faces of your family--Vikk counted as family, right? Everyone simply shook their heads, so you shrugged in reply and headed towards the kitchen.

Meanwhile, Vikk made sure his posture was formal and upright before staring at your Father with a jittery yet stern expression--clearing his throat, he said, “sir, I have something very important to ask of you. I know you just met me, but I can only hope I’ve made a good impression so far...” he trailed off.

Intrigued, your Father arched an eyebrow and folded his arm across his chest, almost suspicious. Nodding his head, signalling for him to continue, Vik sharply inhaled and bobbed his leg up and down, “I love [y/n]...so much. I’ve been her boyfriend for five year and I’d really like to take the next step, if you’d let me...”

Suddenly on-guard, your Dad hunches forward with his hands on his knees, his own fingers intertwined as you mother continued to watch on, anxiously munching on her fifth cookie. Clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth, he said, “the next step would be?”

“Sir, if you’d let me, could I please marry your daughter?”

Marry his daughter--marry his sweet baby girl, [y/n]. In a way, he was reluctant: this was [y/n], the girl he raised to be kind and always happy, but to be vocal about her worries. She was his little girl, and always would be...could he really let some random kid take away all he had?

...But he wasn’t some “random kid”--[y/n] knew him, knew Vik--and they made each-other happy. Actually, [y/n] is the happiest she’s ever been since she got with Vik. If he truly made her happy...he sighed, taking a moment to assess the situation and take his request into account. Sitting back, he nodded his head hesitantly.

“Vik, you have my blessing--I’m sure you have my wife’s, too...”

For a moment, Vik couldn’t believe his ears...did he really just say that? Baffled, Vik widened his eyes as they glazed over, heart swelling with relief, veins swarmed with anticipation.

“Th-...thank you!” he exclaimed, nervously shaking hands with your dad with a crooked smile stretched across his face, unable to comprehend what had just happened. I guess it was only a matter of time until he’d ask you--after all, he had already gone and bought a ring suited for a princess the second he thought marrying you would be a good idea. Fiddling around in his backpack, he pulled out a black-velvet box and stared at your father. “Please, may I ask right now? I can’t wait, I need to know what she says...!”

Unable to get an answer, you had already sauntered into the room, drink of water in-hand as you came and sat on the sofa--all eyes on you, it was easy to detect the tension in the room. Concerned, you turned towards Vik who simply stared at you, dumbfounded and dishevelled, with wide eyes and a velvet-coated box in his hand.

Perplexed yet intrigued, you tilted your head and cut through the deafening silence as you spoke, “what’s wrong, Vikky?” You could only see him visibly gulp, glancing at the box then back into your suspicious eyes. “Vik?”

With a defeated sigh, you watched as Vik slowly, carefully got down onto one knee in front of you--there was no fancy shindig, no over-hyping, he just knelt down, in front of you, your parents, and held the box between his small hands. He cleared his throat.

“[Y/n],” he began, clearly nervous as his breath hitched--you had a feeling that he was going to ask something, but you wouldn’t interrupt this moment for the world. “I...am so in love with you. Like, I love being with you so much, you make me so happy...I don’t wanna be with anyone else, ever. So...[y/n], please, make me the happiest man in the world and marry me?”

His heart raced, as yours did, but you’ve never felt so in sync with him--honestly, this was probably the most unexpected thing you’ve ever experienced, but it’s not like you hated this, not in the slightest. Short, heavy breaths and shaky hands, it didn’t take long for you to reply with a vigorous, excited and over-emotional, “yes, Vikky! Yes, yes, yes!”

[trashland-llamas]

Mrs All American

characterization might be a little off but this was more to test the waters regarding writing Sidemen stuff than anything

Gn reader

They didn’t think they'd meet a driver worse than Vik or Tobi until they met Y/n

‘Fam, how did you even get your license in the first place?’ JJ would pipe up from the back

Josh making the executive decision to never let them drive again, having y/n pull over

‘Ah my sides hurt’ Y/n laughing hysterically whenever Simon mentions being carded for red bull

Offers to buy him one, even if y/n’s babyfaced themselves

challenged Ethan to an arm wrestling competition when they first met

is stupid enough to play bloody knuckles

think the cheap vs expensive mukbang, where Tobi & Ethan do that slapping game but punching instead

Y/n responds to their ur mom jokes with some variation of ur dad

Does the armpit fart noise, blaming it on whoever’s closest as if they actually farted

Y/n convinces them to do the fitness gram pacer test for a video

There’s a playlist on the sidemen channel of Y/n’s firsts—like when the boys take them to Nandos

Speaking of food, JJ tricks y/n into eating the spiciest option from the local curry place

Vik consistently stops y/n from jumping the queue, giving them an exasperated look

Has learned not to trust them when asking what any slang means or at least knows to double check it with Urban Dictionary

Harry tends to start the tea arguments, if you can even call them that

‘At least I know how to make tea correctly!’

‘Boston tea party, Thames edition’

Doesn’t blink an eye when it comes to the react videos revolving the U.S

‘Yea, that checks out’ Simon having the most shocked expression

[ketamineharry]

How Long Will I Love You - Vik Barn 

Requested: Yes ~ by @wroetobehzinga a couple of days ago, when I was talking about some Ellie Goulding songs in the groupchat.

Tags: FLUFF

You sat in bed, nose firmly planted in the book you were currently reading; while waiting for your boyfriend, Vik to finish editing the video he was working on. He sat at his desk, the dim light of the computer reflecting his tired face. His hair was messy, from the amount of times he had run his hand through it, in frustration, never quite getting it how he wanted. His glasses still perched on the bridge of his nose, his eyes squinting from looking at the computer screen for hours on end.

You placed the book on the bedside table and joined him at his desk. You softly massaged his shoulders, in an attempt to relieve any stress that he was feeling. He relaxed instantly, against your hands. A small smile crossing his features. He rested his head on your hand, craving your touch.

“You nearly done?” You asked, as you attempted to make sense of what was on the computer screen. Video editing wasn’t your forte to say the least.

“I’m not, but I’m sure that I can take a break.” He responded, getting up from his desk chair and facing you for the first time. “You know, even when you’re tired, you’re the most beautiful woman in the world.” He remarked, his smile prominent.

“Now that you’re having your break, I think we should go out on the balcony.” You suggested. “Maybe have some wine?”

“That’s music to my ears. You go out to the balcony, I’ll bring the goods.” He told you.

You left the room and headed for the balcony, as soon as you stepped out, you were hit with the cold winter’s air. The city being illuminated by bright lights, no matter how many times you experienced this view, you weren’t sure you were ever going to get used to it. It was beautiful.

Soon enough, Vik joined you on the balcony. Wine and wine glasses in hand. He set them down on the glass table, and joined you. He placed a hand on the small of your back, and soaked in the view with you. A comfortable silence enveloped you both. You huddled more into him, resting your head on his shoulder. His body heat radiated against your skin, providing you with the warmth that you craved.

“What happened to the wine?” You asked, playfully.

“Sorry, I was just taking in the view. I’ll go get us both a glass.”

He returned with two glasses full of rose, your favourite type of wine. You clinked both glasses together, to cheers. Before returning to the position that you were in before, Vik’s hand resting on your back, your head on his shoulder. It was the most natural thing in the world, being so close to him. You drank the wine in silence, both of you drinking in the remarkable view that the balcony provided you of an evening in London.

“I just need to go to the toilet, I’ll be right back.” Vik said, leaving you out on the balcony momentarily. The warmth that he had provided, being stopped instantly as he went back inside.

You waited patiently, trying to find patterns within the city lights to aid any boredom. The wind picked up, strands of your hair danced in the breeze. It felt so magical, yet, Vik was still in the toilet, missing out on all of it.

‘Y/N.” You heard from behind you, causing you to turn around quickly. Finding Vik on one knee, wasn’t exactly how you expected this evening to go.

One of your hands quickly covered your mouth, concealing a gasp. As tears began to build up in your eyes, blurring your vision slightly.

“Y/N I promise to love you, as long as there are stars above you, and longer if I can. Will you please do me the honour of becoming Mrs.Barn?” He asked, his voice shaking. You weren’t entirely sure if that was down to nerves, or excitement, or a mixture of both.

You simply nodded your head, your emotions becoming the better of you as a few tears fell down your face. Carefully, Vik slipped the ring onto your ring finger. The coldness of the metal, becoming a sensation that you were going to have to get used to now.

He stood up and grabbed you both another glass of wine before joining you again.

“I can’t believe we didn’t capture that. Especially because you’re a YouTuber.” You commented.

“I did, the camera’s on the kitchen table, right there.” He said, pointing towards the camera, that was in fact on the kitchen table, recording everything. “What should we cheers too?”

“Let’s cheers to experiencing every view like this together, for the rest of our lives.” You suggested.

“Cheers.” Vik confirmed, the clink of the glasses solidifying your promise to each other.

[trashland-llamas]

Scary Dog Privileges

Gn reader

The boys had always said you had scary dog privileges, most of your outfits consisting of techwear

Which is the reason why they asked you to be apart of the videos where they go out shopping 

Having felt safer with you walking next to them or behind them, giving a little nod whenever they'd look back at you

Them more checking to see if you were still there, having the ability to move almost soundlessly

'How do you do that?' at your confused face, Josh would elaborate, 'Your shoes, they don't make any noise.'

'Oh, more or less just roll your feet.'

At first, fans confused you for another one of JJ's bodyguards, not really caring all too much to correct them

All the hidden compartments making them think you had a few knives on you, plus the piercings and tattoos you had

The Sidemen being so excited when you agreed to be apart of their hide and seek videos; Tobi claiming he almost shit himself when you found him in the nuclear bunker video

Ethan the first to bluntly ask, 'Why don't you smile?' causing Vik to pop his head up, thinking you were about to kill him. 

They were both surprised when all you did was shrug and ask, 'Why don't you say something funny then?' 

That said, the boys are the some of the few people that get to see your soft side

Such as when Harry uses your shoulder as a pillow and ends up with a few braids in his hair later

This being the major thing that gets Vik to eventually warm up to you, that and he needed help reaching a mug that Simon had purposely put on the highest shelf. Being too lazy to get the stool and knowing you'd have no problem climbing the counter.

'Here you go, fucking noodle, Simon.' patting his shoulder before walking away

Laughing when Ethan can't open a jar

Or when one of JJ's weird jokes makes you flustered to where your voice starts cracking

Tobi letting you paint his nails, knowing you have a vast array of colors

Helping Simon dye his hair, him coaxing you into dying a few stripes in your hair 

'Oh shit, they're going to kill us.' JJ laughing when you walk out, not in your usual gear. It being for a video; one of those 'We turn our goth friend preppy' type but instead of preppy, they gave you pastel clothing

'Come on y/n, do the uwu fingers.' the blue sweater, 2 sizes too big being the one piece you kept

You comply, but instead of doing it w/ the usual pointer fingers, you do it w/ your middle fingers. Glaring at them, 'Can't believe I agreed to this shit'

In exchange, Josh makes the rest of them agree to you doing a goth transformation for them

The most trouble being when you're trying to do their makeup; 'Close your eyes now.' your voice being the most gentle they've heard it

None of them being the same subcategory of goth; E-boy, Emo, Cyber, Pastel goth, Metal...

'You're not going to murder me, right?' the Cal's visibly relaxing when you shook your head no

None of them surprised when you get either a bulldog/pitbull or a black cat

Simon being the one to sneakily film you cooing at the little guy