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octaneink · 2 months ago

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You shouldn't compete at all

James Marriott x Platonic!Reader

Summary: James has recently gone through a painful breakup, the reader tells him something that changes his perspective. Warnings: Themes of cheating from a named original character Notes: I was listening to BOKeTE and watched the music video, then I was inspired to make this!

You and James had been friends for years, ever since you collided outside a cramped London pub during a mutual friend’s birthday. You met when he was still drinking, he’d spilt his pint down your shirt, and instead of apologising, he’d laughed so hard he snorted, which made you laugh, which made him insist on buying you three more drinks. Since then, you’d become the person he called after bad dates, the one who dragged him to Tesco at 2 AM for ice cream when he was editing videos, and one of the voices in his ear telling him to continue pursuing his musical career.

But this, this was different.

James had been dating Clara for six months. She was all sharp wit and sharper eyeliner, a part-time DJ who’d slid into his DMs after he made a joke about synth wave on a YouTube video. At first, it was electric—late-night drives to nowhere, sharing Spotify playlists, her teaching him how to mix a decent London Fog.

But then the cracks started showing. She’d cancel plans last minute, vanish for days, gaslight him with a breezy “You’re overreacting, babe” when he’d ask where she’d been. You’d warned him gently, but he’d shrugged it off with, “I’m a disaster, she’s a disaster—match made in hell.”

Then came the breakup text. “Need space. This is too much.” Clara posted a selfie from Ibiza twelve hours later, her arm slung around a guy with a jawline that could cut glass and a chiselled eight-pack.

Three days after the breakup, James’s flat smelt like stale pizza, regret, and the faint chemical tang of Red Bull left sweating in abandoned cans. You let yourself in with the key he’d given you last Christmas when you’d spent a week here minding Otto, his perpetually unimpressed cat, and keeping his collection alive while he was on tour.

Now, the plants were wilting again, and the living room looked less like a home and more like a museum of bad decisions. Empty coffee mugs littered every surface, a half-eaten box of Jaffa Cakes sat fossilising on the arm of the sofa, and crumpled on the floor was the poster she’d gifted him—some avant-garde band with a name like “The Neon Gherkins”, their logo a swirl of neon vomit-green. He’d torn it down so violently the corner still clung to the wall by a stubborn strip of tape, swaying like a hanged man in the draft from the window.

The air felt heavy, thick with the ghost of her jasmine-coconut perfume and the sharper bite of James’s cologne—a clash of what was and what is. Even Otto seemed to be judging the chaos from his perch atop the bookshelf, tail flicking as if to say, “You’re both a disgrace.”

You found him in his bedroom, curtains drawn like a funeral shroud, wearing the same Nirvana shirt he’d had on three days ago, now speckled with dried toothpaste and what looked suspiciously like ramen broth. His laptop glowed faintly, illuminating a half-finished song titled “Unnamed (Demo)”. The screen showed a wall of lyrics mid-verse:

You said you loved the way I write, but you rewrote every line— now your paradise is just a cheap hotel sign. Jasmine in your hair, coconut on your skin, I hope your new

Scraps of paper littered the floor, balled-up and hurled in frustration. A fresh-looking half-empty mug of cold coffee sat beside his guitar, its lowest string snapped and coiled like a metal snake.

He didn’t look up when you entered, just strummed the same dissonant chord over and over, “Still workshopping your magnum opus?” you said, nudging a crumpled lyric sheet with your toe.

James snorted, finally meeting your gaze. His eyes were bloodshot, but the corner of his mouth twitched. “It’ll be a hit. ‘Breakup Ballad #116’. Gonna drop it right after my collab with Lewis Capaldi’s sadder cousin.”

“Needs more cowbell,” you deadpanned, nodding at the forgotten tambourine under his bed—a relic from Clara’s “I’m definitely joining your band” phase. You tore open the bag of Monster Munch, plucking out a small handful of crisps and popping one into your mouth. The sharp tang of pickled onion hit your tongue as you passed the rest of the bag to James. “Otto’s been side-eyeing us since I walked in.”

James accepted the bag reflexively, staring at it like it might contain answers instead of fluorescent orange dust. “Cheers,” he muttered, though his voice lacked its usual bite. His thumb brushed the crumpled edge of the packaging, hesitant, as if even snacking felt like a betrayal of his self-imposed wallowing.

“Eat, you twat,” you said through a mouthful, nodding at the crisps. “Can’t have you passing out mid-emo-ballad.”

He huffed a laugh—thin, but real—and finally grabbed a handful. The crunch was obscenely loud in the quiet room. Otto flicked his tail from the doorway, his disdain palpable.

You flopped onto the bed beside him, shoulder bumping his. His phone buzzed on the mattress between you, lighting up with Clara’s latest Instagram story: a sunset time-lapse over turquoise waves, captioned “Good vibes only ✨”.

“Wow,” you said, snatching the phone before he could. “She really went for the basic bitch aesthetic, huh? Groundbreaking. You’re still watching them?” You push a bit more, nodding to the phone.

He grimaced. “Dunno why. Masochism, probably.”

“Right. Let’s fix that.” You close the phone, and with a flick of your wrist, you send the phone sailing into the laundry basket across the room. It landed with a muffled thunk beneath a pile of graphic tees.

“Hey—!”

“Relax. It’s not like she’s texting you back.” You turned to face him, cross-legged. “Look, James. You’ve fallen in love 115 times. With her, it’s 116. So, as bad as it sounds, that’s nothing new.”

He blinked. “Since when do you keep track?”

“Since the girl from the coffee shop in Brighton who broke up with you when you said you didn’t believe in astrology. And the one who tried to sell you healing crystals at Glastonbury. And the bloke from Edinburgh who ghosted you after you made a joke about haggis.”

“Alright, point taken,” he muttered, scrubbing a hand over his face like he could wipe away the last three days. His stubble rasped against his palm, a sound as raw as his voice.

You leaned forward, hand on his shoulder. “It’s time to continue, click and forget.” You mimed flicking a phone screen with exaggerated finality, like swatting a fly. “Unfollow. Block. Hell, unsubscribe if you’re feeling spicy. Later, if you have to fall in love again—”

“—I’ll fall in love again,” he finished flatly, parroting your words back at you.

“Exactly. You like the idea of it—the rush, the playlist-making, the way she’d steal your jumpers and never give them back. But you’re out here competing with strangers now. Strangers.”

His frown deepened. “What’s that mean?”

“The ones she’s chasing. The ones she’ll lie to next. The ones who’ll think her ‘good vibes only’ shite is deep.” You pull back, shrug then continue, “Sure, she’s pretty. But let her stay on that trip, posting sunsets and pretending she’s the main character. But when she lands? No one’s gonna clap. No one’s gonna care that she traded your music for some bloke’s yacht pics.”

James’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t look away.

You softened, nudging his knee with yours. “One day, she’ll be forty-five, scrolling her ‘hot girl era’ highlights, and it’ll hit her—oh shit, the best thing I ever had was that idiot who wrote me a song. And you?” You grinned, sharp and teasing, nudging his shoulder again. “You’ll be too busy making a banger song.”

He stared at you, eyes red-rimmed and too bright, before chuckling wetly. “You’re such a prick.”

“Takes one to know one.”

James swiped at his face with his sleeve, but the tension in his shoulders had unravelled. He stared at the snapped guitar string, coiled like a question mark on the desk, before his voice broke the stillness—smaller now, stripped of bravado.

“D’you ever think maybe I’m just bad at it?”

You tilted your head. “Bad at what?”

“This.” He gestured vaguely at the room, the lyrics, and the phone sitting on top of the band tees. “Love. Or whatever the hell I keep chasing. What if it’s not her? What if it’s me? Just… forever the bloke who writes songs about people who leave?”

The admission hung in the air, fragile as the dust motes drifting through the laptop’s glow. You studied him—the way his hands trembled slightly, the crack in his voice he couldn’t quite smother. This wasn’t the usual self-deprecating joke. This was the bone-deep doubt he’d never let slip before.

You waited until he met your gaze. “You’re not bad at it. You’re just loud about it. Most people love quietly. You?” You nodded at the crumpled lyrics. “You turn it into art. Even when it’s messy. Especially when it’s messy.”

He scoffed, but it lacked heat. “Art that nobody hears.”

“So finish the song.”

“What’s the point? She’s not—”

“Not for her,” you cut in, rolling your eyes playfully. “For you. For the next person. For the twats like me who’ll eat crisps and listen to you whinge at 3 a.m.”

He hesitated, fingers brushing the laptop’s trackpad. The cursor blinked beside the unfinished line: “I hope your new—”

“Or,” you added, softer, “delete it. Burn it. Write about Otto. But don’t let her take this from you too.”

James exhaled sharply, as if the words had punched through a dam. For a heartbeat, you thought he might cry—but then he dragged a hand through his hair, sniffed hard, and muttered, “Fuck it. ‘Jasmine Lies’ is a banger title. Might as well make it a proper one.”

He deleted the struck-through lyrics, typing fast, almost defiant:

I hope your new fling knows the chords to this song— Hope he fucks up the bridge, and the joke’s on him all along.

You grinned. “There he is.”

“Piss off,” he said, but he saved the file, shoulders slumping like he’d set down a weight he didn’t know he’d been carrying.

Outside, the rain slowed to a drizzle. Otto leapt onto the bed, kneading James’s leg with claws-out precision. “Ow—Christ, Otto—” James softly shoved the cat aside, but there it was—the ghost of his real smile, tentative but true. Not fixed. Not yet. But trying.

This is the song that inspired this fic! I hope people like it, it's the first time I've done something platonic, so I hope I hit the mark!

#james marriott x reader #james marriott one shot #james marriott x platonic!reader #Spotify

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sapphiccaa · 2 months ago

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masterlist

(everything i write is posted on ao3 rather than tumblr so all links open to ao3)

touched : george clarkey x arthurtv, smut + light angst, 5.8k words, friends to lovers, cw drinking and recreational drugs, two bros cuddle after a bad night out

i get loneliest at night : george clarkey x chrismd, smut/pwp, 2.4k words, chris can't sleep

darling don't say nothing, just breathe : george clarkey x arthurtv, smut, 3.3k words, cw petplay

who am i to tell you no? : willne, 1k words, crackfic (he fucks himself with a wooden spoon LOL)

nightly encounters : james marriott x willne, smut, 3.6k words, UNFINISHED, camboy au

trying new things isn't bad : platonic james marriott x mikey, 1.5k words, unfinished on hold, cw sex clubs

if i found a nicer town i'd share the skies with you : arthurtv x reader, 1.6k words, fluff!!!!, birthday dinner surprise , first person pov

ukyt fanart collection : not really fanfiction but my collection of drawings of the guys. some sfw mostly nsfw :3

don't pee : arthurtv x george clarkey, 2.7k words somehow, SMUT, cw piss and puppy stuff lol

got you running in circles : arthurtv x reader, 2.1k words, fluff, on tumblr and ao3!

#george clarkey #james marriott #willne #james marriott x willne #james marriott x will lenney #george clarkey smut #chrismd #will lenney #ukyt #ukyt fanfic #uk youtubers #arthurtv smut #masterlist #fic masterlist #fanfiction #mlm fanfic

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lillylvjy · 2 years ago

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You’re the only (friend I need)

A/n/// JAMES FIC JAMES FIC JAMES FIC. Ok so yes ! This is all platonic! And I had fun writing this! I tried my best but also I have another coming tomorrow so! Stay tuned!

Warnings// swearing a lot, ylyl stream, James being James, James pushing reader, reader slapping James, pure chaos.

^^ look at smiley boy

James had asked you to come on his stream to do a classic “you laugh you lose” stream, and plus people missed your awesome presence and both of your guy’s banter. So of course you said yes.

As the stream began and James did his intro and yelled at the people in chat for calling him an old man, which you agreed with, videos started coming in. Knowing you, James tweeted out to send videos of people getting hurt or hurting themselves in the most stupidest way ever. Which you weren’t prepared for.

As the first couple videos came in, you barely even cracked a smile as you stared intensely at the screen.

“Will these get any good?!” You complained at James and the chat. All James did was smirk at you and leaned back in his chair as he watched the screen.

Immediately you regret saying that as a video of a kid falling face first onto the ground plays on the screen. You immediately go wide eyed and cover your mouth to stop from laughing as James just laughs at you.

“You regret that now you little fuck?!” James teases you as you glare at him and hit his shoulder.

“Yes I do and I feel bad because it was a fucking child!”

“Don’t, they deserved it.”

“James-“

As the stream went on, the harder it got to control the laughter bubbling up in your throat.

“I don’t know how long I’ll be able to hold it in. These videos are actually so fucking good.” You tell chat as James just smirks. As you look at him with the most confused look ever, you turn to look at chat to see them spamming

‘JAMES TWITTER’

‘HE SAID TOO’

‘HIS FAULT!’

“Fuck you dude!” You slap his shoulder as you stand up and look down at him as he cowards in the corner.

“Wait! I can explain!” James pleads as he looks up at you with the most horrified look.

“Fine. But make it quick.” You sat back down as you glanced at chat, then back at James.

“There really isn’t an explanation, I just wanted to fuck with you.” James laughs as you narrow your eyes at him.

“You motherfucking bitch. Why am I friends with you?”

“Because you love me!” James said as he did his little… thing… as his voice pitched up a couple octaves.

“Not anymore. I just got full on second hand embarrassment and cried after that.” You looked at him with the most disgusted face ever. You looked over at the chat as you smiled at all the comments.

“Y/n. I feel like you forget that you are my best friend. You are automatically supposed to deal with the second hand embarrassment.” James laughed as you pursed your lips, not having an argument for that.

“I should have left you on that swing set alone that day at school.”

“Oh fuck you. I was cute.”

“No. No. You were just lonely.” You said as you tried not to laugh at James’s hurt expression.

“Guys cancel Y/n! I can’t handle this abuse for much longer!” James overdramatized as he gets on his knees and pleads.

As you laugh at james, you look over at chat and see them all defending you.

‘THEY HAVE A POINT’

‘YOU DO LOOK LONELY JAMES’

‘WAIT?? HOW LONG HAVE YOU KNOWN EACH OTHER??’

“20 beautiful years that I’ve known this man.” You said as you pat James’s head.

“See. You wouldn’t have stayed this long if you didn’t love me.”

“Yeah yeah. I love ya’, blah blah blah-“

“Chat. Chat, clip that. Chat. They just said they loved me.” James whispers into his mic as you roll your eyes and hit him in the back of his head.

“And this is what makes me not love you.”

“What if I said I loved you too…. Would you just throw all of our history away? Would you throw my heart away?! I can’t believe you! You’re just giving up now?! I see how it is. Fine. I’m not getting you dinner after this.” James fake cried as he gave his “speech” to you.

“Why did that sound like you just broke up with me?! Chat. Me and James are strictly platonic. Mr has a girl! But also-“ you slap him in the head again. “You are getting me dinner for being so mean to me.”

“I’m mean-“

“Shush. We’ll discuss this after the stream.” You push your finger onto James’s lip to shut him up as he side eyes the camera, looking at it for some sort of ‘SOS’.

He pulls your hand from his mouth. “Fine. Fine.” James turns to look at you. “Hey. But truly I love you. In the most platonic way there is.”

“No shit Sherlock. And yeah. I love you too. In the most platonic way possible.” You said mimicking his words.

“Oh shut up-“ James said as he pushed you over, resulting in you falling out of your chair, for everyone to see.

“You motherfu-“

Stream disconnected.

taglist: @deadphantomsociety @jadeissues @aimi-chann @z0vamp @art3m1s-adelia @gaytoadwithapopsicle @sixofshadowandbone @maarriiii @romancingdaffodils @mcr-pr-fob @ezzylikesdabee @swevenne @bird-shack

#lilly writes #james marriott #james marriot x platonic!reader #why aren’t there more james tags??:(((

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struggling-with-time · 4 years ago

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Why did it have to be Him? [George x reader]

Paring: cc!Georgenotfound x Fem!reader (platonic) (cc!Wilbur Soot x Fem!reader)

Summary: You're George's friend, who he is very much in love with, but you are dating Wilbur.

Warnings: Angst, sour!George

Words: 1.7K

Masterlist: George's Masterlist - Wilbur's Masterlist - Full Masterlist

A/N: Heavily inspired by Him by James Marriott. Please request if you have any ideas. REQUESTS ARE OPEN. Request here.

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George opens the door and greets her with a hug. “It’s good to see you again.” She returns his wide smile, god she looks happy. It makes him want to frown, but he doesn’t at least not as long as she’s looking.

“Thank you for inviting us!” She tells him as she hands George a bottle of wine. It’s the cheap brand they used to share when they were both younger. He laughs slightly when he notices.

“Of course, you’re always welcome.” He tells her as she passes him by. He watches as she hangs her coat. He follows her with his eyes as she moves along the hallway.

“Eh-hem.” A cough brings George back to the person she brought with her.

Wilbur.

“Oh.” George tries not to let his face fall. But a change is more than noticeable to the man in front of him. “She brought you. Well, come in.”

And like that his host face is back on, ever the charmer with the famous pretty privilege. George turns away from Wilbur heading back up the stairs.

“You coming, Wilbur?” He calls after the taller lad.

George waves a quick hand to his guest, before heading to the kitchen. Knowing he’ll find her there, and he can put the wine away.

He sees her immediately, her head looking into his fridge searching for a drink. George walks over and puts a hand on the fridge door. Making her look up at him.

God, why does she have to look so innocent?

“Soo…” He trails off.

“Soo…” She replies.

“Wilbur huh?”

She slams the fridge door, making George pull his hands up in a defensive position.

“We are not having this conversation again George.” She rolls her eyes. She lets out a sigh. Then she takes the bottle of cheap wine from his hand and reopens the fridge to put it away.

“I was just going to ask if you have been any places lately?”

She huffs at his question, an eyeroll just in sight, but not present.

“We have. Thank you for asking.”

George smiles at her response. He reaches over the counter to take a bag of crisp.

“And that didn’t happen to be the arcade, did it now?” He opens the bag, ignoring the eyeroll that she is finally giving into.

“And what if it did?”

George offers her the bag, and she takes a handful.

“I’m just saying, we both know what happens after the arcade. Then it’s the beach trip.” He watches her carefully. “Then a fancy dinner.” She eats a chip. “Then the short camping trip.” She winces. Got her. “Then the promise to meet his parents.” She tugs her arms closer to herself. “And then the inevitable excuse about him either not having time, being in the right mental state or…” George trails off.

“George c’mon he’s your friend. Don’t talk about him like that.” She dusts her hands off from the crisp dust and picks up the drink she settled on.

“So, there is no reason you have been looking for camping gear I take it.”

She brushes past him on the way out of the kitchen.

“You disappoint me!” George calls after her, as they join the others in the living room.

She sits down beside Wilbur, and George nearly scoffs at the way Wilbur is sitting. He’s the tallest in the room, and he sure knows it.

Pretentious fucker.

Why did he have to introduce the two of them? Why did George have to be the one to lead his friend down that path? Why did he have to absolute watch the girl he’s head over heels with fall for another guy? And why did it have to be him? Why of all people did it have to be fucking Wilbur?

Wilbur throws an arm over her, but he doesn’t even look at her. George is. George is the one looking at her. Not him.

It takes George under one drink to want to rip Wilbur’s arm off. But it takes the rest of it to calm him down. This is why it isn’t you. George reminds himself.

Wilbur starts talking about his future and his plans for said future. His plans. And how she fits into them. George seethes at the thought. She only fits into his grand scheme of things as an afterthought, an add on. An accessory. The guy is a prick. But an ambitious and successful one at that too.

George excuses himself. A lie about needing more to drink, despite everyone clearly watching him descend the hallway and stairs to the outside. Not the kitchen.

He grabs his jacket, throws it on and opens the front door, letting the heat seep out and into the cold February night.

Against his better judgement, George takes a seat on the steps leading to his door. He pats his sides down, feeling the box against his hand. He fishes it out.

It’s a box of cigarettes, he knows he shouldn’t. But honestly, there is a lot of things he shouldn’t do in the world, yet he still does them. And thus, the logic applies to this situation too.

“You need a lighter for that?”

George snaps back around to look at the doorway. There she stands in all her glory. Illuminated by the soft light of the indoors. George blinks, savouring the moment, remembering it for the days she isn’t around.

She turns around for a moment, throwing her own jacket over herself, and fishes a lighter out. She hands it to George.

He lights his cigarette.

She hovers her hand over his package.

He nods.

She takes one.

George hands the lighter back to her, and there they sit. Two friends. One so in love with the other it’s laughable. The other so alienated by that thought alone. Two strangers.

The chill air hugging them close, letting them huddle into themselves in hopes of fighting against the cold. A losing battle.

But neither moves.

However, she talks.

“I didn’t know you smoked.”

George looks at her, she’s already looking at him.

“I can only say the same to you.”

“Touché.”

And like that the subject is left hanging. Last year they would have confronted each other about the bad habit. But that is last year, and so many things have changed.

“I didn’t think I would come down here again you know.” She tells him. “Not after the new year’s party.”

Ah, the new year’s party. The one George hosted. The one where he got into a shouting match with Wilbur. The one that ended with him losing a long-time friend, and a sort of co-worker turned friend.

“Not your finest moment.” She smiles at the absurdity of the memory. George hates it. Because for him it was the moment, he realised she would never see him the way she sees Wilbur. Or any other guy for that matter.

But what irks him the most, is that Wilbur was the one who made him reach the conclusion. That Wilbur, of all people, made him come to terms with his feelings.

“Not my finest moment.” George agrees. Or admits? He isn’t completely sure which it is, but it’s there for the night to welcome, and the night does.

“I wasn’t joking when I said I was disappointed in you.” He looks at her, she turns her head away.

“I know George.”

“I didn’t take you for being someone who falls for the bullshit he spews.”

She doesn’t say anything, he knows she should. So does she.

“And where are you gonna end up when you break up? The muse for his next song.” George snorts. It’s harsh, but he’s right.

“You don’t have to be a dick about it.” She snaps at him.

“I don’t.”

The night falls silent once again. The only sound coming from their staggered breaths.

George trashes the last of his cigarette bud against the front steps. She looks at his hand, then at him.

“Why did it have to be him?”

She doesn’t say anything.

“Why did it have to be Wilbur of all people?”

“… I don’t know.”

“Please, anything. Just any reason. I get it’ll never be me. But why did it have to be him?”

She flickers her own cigarette away, following that with her eyes now instead of George.

“Out of everyone you could have had, why did it have to be him?”

Her eyes are back on George, he can see the way she’s clearly trying to muster up a response that will satisfy him. Yet he can’t help to keep pressing on.

“Was it because when you looked at him, he thought he could be so much more than me?”

It was no secret, ever since she had started seeing Wilbur. After George himself had introduced the two, George and Wilbur had sized each other up, at every single chance they got. From view counts on twitch, to subs on YouTube, to financial gains, to arcade games. Anything they could compete in, the two had had a sudden interest in beating each other.

“Was it because he wasn’t me?”

Her breath hitches.

George Freezes.

She scrambles.

George watches.

She’s standing.

George sitting.

They wait.

“I think it’s time I leave.”

George swallows.

She nods to herself. Before repeating. “It’s time we leave.”

Before George knows, her phone is out of her pocket. A number dialled, and steps are coming down the stairs.

Wilbur has arrived. He looks down at the single cigarette bud beside George. Then he looks at George.

“You know those kill right? It’s a bad habit.”

But George doesn’t listen, he barely ever does anymore when the guy opens his mouth. Instead, he does what he does best. He watches. He watches her. He watches her as she grabs Wilbur’s hand. He watches her, as they become them. And he watches them, as they disappear down the street.

While George says he’s disappointed in her.

George is only disappointed in himself.

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#georgenotfound #georgenotfound x reader #cc!george #cc!george x reader #mcyt x reader #cc!wilbur soot #wilbur soot #wilbur soot x reader #cc!wilbur soot x reader #cc!georgenotfound #female!reader #delias own writing #georgenotfound x you

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damn-behzinga · 5 years ago

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Damn-Behzinga’s Masterlist

angst - 🌧️

fluff - ☀️

favourite - 👑

⚡ The Eboys ⚡

Will Lenney (Willne)

The Veteran - The reader surprises Will at a panel after fighting in another country for a year. (X Reader) ☀️

Kissing In The Rain - Will’s friends meet his girlfriend for the first time but the couple is to busy having an argument. (X Reader) ☀️

Pancakes, Anyone? - You make breakfast for everyone after a night out and Will realises how much he loves you. (X Reader) ☀️

Nail Polish - You and Will have a pamper night (X Reader) 👑☀️

Moving In - Will and Gee get a new neighbour and Will happens to find her very cute. (X Reader) ☀️

Get Better - Will helps you through a bad day of depression. (X Reader)🌧️

A Little Bit More - Will and Reader recite their vows at their wedding. (X Reader)☀️

Tough Guy - Will and Reader are complete opposites but somehow have a strong bond. (X Reader)☀️

Will’s Friend Otis - Will gets a dog to help with some problems he’s having, Will can’t find his confidence to talk to his friends. (Centric) 👑🌧️

Toxic - Part Two of WFO, a look through social media as Will deals with his mental health 🌧️

Hometown - Part Three of WFO, Will goes home to take care of himself but re-lives the worst memories possible 🌧️

Will Comes Home - Part Four of WFO, Will comes home and tries to do a Livestream. Stephen doesn’t let it happen for obvious reasons. 🌧️

Taking A Leap - You are scared of love, Will isn’t (X Reader) 🌧️

Deserving - You get fired from your job and Will comforts you (X Reader)🌧️☀️

Alex Elmslie (ImAllexx)

First Kiss - You have your first kiss with Alex after he lists the things he loves about you. (X Reader ☀️)

Hurt Me Once - Alex knows what his partner has been getting up to (X Reader)

James Marriott

Enough - Reader is content with the relationship they have with James, they decide to go public. (X Reader) 👑☀️

You Walked In And My Heart Went Boom - Reader and James have a heart to heart at 3am (X Reader)☀️

Grow As We Go - Reader thinks they need to break up with James in order to figure themselves out. Part of the Ben Platt Writing Challenge (X Reader)🌧️☀️

George (Memeulous)

Protective - George gets protective when Reader gets assaulted, he decides to do something about it. (X Reader) 🌧️☀️

Temporary Love - George doesn’t want this to be a one-time thing… Part of the Ben Platt Writing Challenge (X Reader) 👑🌧️☀️

✨ SIDEMEN ✨

Ethan Payne (Behzinga)

Baby Behzinga Meets Her Uncles - The Sidemen meet your month old daughter (X Reader) 👑☀️

“Dad, Can’t you hear me?” - Ethan opens up about his dad, the sidemen don’t realise how truly scary it is. (Centric)🌧️

Hush Hush - You are JJ’s best friend, he warned his friends not to date you, Ethan doesn’t listen. (X Reader)☀️🌧️

After Meeting A Little Early - You and Ethan have a son at the age of seventeen. the sidemen love him to pieces. (X Reader)☀️

Happy Hours - Ethan talks about you and your son on the Happy Hour podcast. Part 2 of AMALE (X Reader)☀️

Hooked - after a little too much drinking after JJ V Logan Paul, you and Ethan hook up (X Reader) ☀️

Doubt - Ethan has his doubts about being a father but you easily soothe him. (X Reader) 🌧️☀️

Top - Ethan sees you wearing his top and he decides to tell you something. (X Reader) ☀️

Losing The War Against Himself - Ethan is losing the war against his depression but other soldiers are going to fight beside him and help him win. (Cenric) 🌧️

Falling On The Battle Field - Ethan tries to take his own life, the sidemen try to cope (Centric) Part Two of LTWAH 🌧️

I Can’t Wait For Forever - The Sidemen film your’s and Ethan’s weddings, here are the fan favourite bits (X Reader)☀️

Secrets Always Come To Surface - Ethan’s secret gets revealed when someone appears out of the blue. (Centric)🌧️

Together In Isolation - Ethan loves to spend time with you in quarantine (X Reader)☀️

A Painful Memory - The Sidemen Roast is all fun and games until someone jokes about Ethan’s friend who passed away. (X Reader)🌧️

Fitting In - Ethan introduces you to his friends, you get a bit insecure because you’re a bit bigger then other girls (X Reader) 🌧️☀️

To Be Free Again - Ethan gets into a car accident and has to learn to walk again. There are moments where he wanted to give up but he quickly had his friends help him feel better again. These are some of those moments. (centric)🌧️

Dumb Ass Love - If Ethan had to chose between men being horrid to you or a bloody nose, he would chose the latter. (X Reader) ☀️

Unclear - Ethan’s addicted to heroin, the boys have to find a way to help him (Centric)🌧️

Best Couple On YouTube - You and Ethan take part in Simon’s Best Couple On YouTube series. (X Reader) ☀️

Unconventional Family - Ethan meets his half sister for the first time and he decides she should meet his family, the sidemen.(OC & Ethan Centric)☀️

Heart Pains - Ethan has a lot of things that he wanted to do before he hit thirty, having a heart attack and almost dying was not one of them. (Centric) 🌧

Harry Lewis (Wroetoshaw)

Tranquil - You and Harry are soft when others aren’t around. (X Reader)☀️

livestream - harry watches your livestream and realises you’re not okay (X Reader)🌧️☀️

What He Thinks - Not What He Is - Harry finished filming with the weight gained video and he feels terrible about himself so you have to teach him otherwise (X Reader)🌧️☀️

Moment To Moment - This is Harry’s story of his relationship with an abusive woman. (Centric) 👑🌧️

Flustered - Harry gets flustered when a pretty girl comes in for a speed dating video (X Reader)☀️

Medication - Harry suffers from bipolar disorder and has medication, it’s awkward when his friends find out. (Centric)🌧️

Surprise - Harry thinks the biggest surprise of the day was the boys forgetting his birthday, little does he know. (Centric)🌧️☀️

Waltzing - You teach the Sidemen to waltz, Harry gets partnered up with you (X Reader)☀️

Date Night In Isolation - The activities you and Harry get up to in quarantine. (X Reader)☀️

Unexpected But Adorable - You and Harry are famous Youtubers, no one expects your relationship (X Reader)☀️

Nightmares - You have vivid nightmares, thankfully, Harry knows what to do. (X Reader) 🌧️☀️

Cuddle Time - Harry wants to cuddle, the boys happily oblige. (Centric) ☀️

Taken Over - Harry has a seizure after a shoot, the guys help him. (Centric) 🌧️

JJ Olatunji (KSI)

Helpless - You perform your first show as Eliza Schylur for the music Hamilton and JJ supports you. (X Reader) ☀️

Jealous, Babe? - You watch Jaackmaate, JJ is jealous (X Reader) ☀️

Caring - JJ takes care of you whilst your sick (X Reader) ☀️

Not To Blame - You go to a party with all your friends, the night takes a twisted turn and JJ tries to understand it. (X Reader/platonic or romantic) 🌧️

Josh Bradley (Zerkaa)

Not Your Anxiety - The Sidemen don’t know how to handle Josh’s panic attack, luckily Freya is the best. (centric) 🌧️

Hard Worker Shouldn’t Over Work - Josh tends to overwork himself but luckily has amazing friends surrounding him. (centric)🌧️☀️

Mine - You love Josh. Josh loves you. If only love were that simple. (X Reader) 🌧

Vik Barn (Vikkstar123)

Not Just Banter - Sometimes, Sidemen banter goes too far and Vik needs comforting (X Reader) 🌧️☀️

Meeting On Minecraft - You and Vik met online playing Minecraft and now you meet in real life (X Reader) ☀️

Tobi Brown (tbjzl)

Small Comments - You and Tobi promised each other that you wouldn’t go public, so why was the comment left in the video? (X Reader) 🌧️☀️

Falling - You and Tobi were on the lowdown, but what is he doing with that other girl? (X Reader)🌧️

Simon Minter (Miniminter)

Antics - You and Simon have a fun night out and have to get your drunken selves home (X Reader) ☀️

Simon In The Bathroom - Simon gets ditched by his one friend at a party, now he’s alone in the bathroom (Centic) 🌧️

THE GROUP

Acceptance - You come out to the sidemen as a bisexual (Sidemen & Non-specified reader)

🔥 + FRIENDS 🔥

Stephen Lawson (StephenTries)

Brother’s Best Friend - You are Will’s twin sister and Stephen might be developing an itsy bitsy, small crush on you. (X Reader) ☀️

Callum McGinley (Callux)

The Most Confident - Cal meets Harry’s old school friend, he likes her immediately but is she too cool for him? (X Reader) 🌧️☀️

Talia Mar

Strawberries + Cigarettes- Talia reveals her relationship with the reader through her music video for her song Strawberries + Cigarettes (X Reader) ☀️

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opheliabug · 4 years ago

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ophelias introduction !

hey !

my names ophelia and i write ffs !

this posts just kinda my rules and like stuff

also feel free to ask as many questions as you like :D

| about me !

my names ophelia

im a minor :D

im about 5'2 sooo

my pronouns are she/they

my favorite song is calling by james marriott :)

ive got the worst spelling and grammar ever

| rules !

dont be a dickhead, most important rule

no inappropriate stuff (ima minor)

dont be afraid to like talk to me, i dont biteeee

the last one wasnt really a rule-

ANYWAYS

ok just dont be a dickhead ok

| who i write for !

dream

sapnap

georgenotfound

karl

punz

c!jschlatt

wilbur

c!techno

quackity

nihachu

justaminx

c!eret

sam

tommyinnit (platonic)

tubbo (platonic)

ranboo (platonic)

| what i will write !

fluff

platonic

headcannons

x reader

| what i wont write !

smut

sensitive topics

anything im uncomfy with (mostly inappropriate stuff)

sincerely , ophelia <3

#dreamwastaken #mcyt x reader #georgenotfound #fluff #sapnap #karl jacobs #fanfic #mcyt imagine #wilbur soot

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octaneink · 1 month ago

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James Marriott Masterlist

Standalones

‘Cause I'm alive when I feel you pressed up to my side💌🍬

James Marriot x Fem!Reader - James simps through music

Love in the years we almost had💌🍬

James Marriot x FTM!Reader - You've known James since you were children. You've felt things for him even then, but you lack courage to say the quiet part out loud. Until you don't.

Chocolates and Risotto💌🍬

James Marriot x Fem!Reader - James and the Reader spend Valentines Day together making dinner

You shouldn't compete at all🫂🍬

James Marriott x Platonic!Reader - James has recently gone through a painful breakup, the reader tells him something that changes his perspective.

When you see me 💌🍬

James Marriot x Fem!Reader - The reader has her eye set on Will. He was kind, listened, and was always affectionate. So why did it sound like she was describing James?

Series

𓊈 Just Not That Into Me… Right?𓊉

✧ Genre: 🍬💌 🥹 ✧ Summary: The Reader is a well-meaning, slightly awkward data analyst who constantly misreads signals from men. After a particularly mortifying date with a drummer, you end up venting at an after-party to a friend, and James overhears the conversation and gives the reader some dating advice. What starts as brutally honest dating advice turns into a deeper friendship and maybe something more if he can get over his own hang-ups. ✧ Status: Pending | Parts: ? ✧ Note: Subject to change, and please be aware that I have no idea when I will update each part. Not started writing this yet aside from the basic outline. Lover girl [◼◻◻◻◻◻◻◻◻◻] 5% You'll know [◻◻◻◻◻◻◻◻◻◻] 0% Attention [◻◻◻◻◻◻◻◻◻◻] 0% Will he [◻◻◻◻◻◻◻◻◻◻] 0% Bad idea [◻◻◻◻◻◻◻◻◻◻] 0% The hall is dancing [◻◻◻◻◻◻◻◻◻◻] 0% The Exception [◻◻◻◻◻◻◻◻◻◻] 0%

#masterlist #james marriott masterlist

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damn-behzinga · 5 years ago

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Masterlist