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[wr2shw]

Unplanned

description: your’s and harry’s life gets an unplanned surprise

pairing: harry lewis (w2s) x fem!reader

genre: angst

you have been dating harry since the past 2 years. you guys met through faith and hit it off eventually. you guys were opposites but there were some things where you both were similar. one of those things was joking around with each.

so when he smacked your bum today and said “nice arse.” he thought you would laugh along with him. but you snapped at him, “what the fuck, harry? can’t you see i am trying to do my makeup. now you have messed it up.” you say, genuinely angry.

“i am so sorry, love. i was just joking.” he says, the joking tone in his voice falls. “you alright?” he asks, slowly wrapping his arms around you.

you bury your face in his chest and out of nowhere start crying. “no, i am not alright. i screamed at you for no reason and now i feel so bad. i am sorry, harry.” you sob into his hoodie. “now i have also ruined your hoodie with my makeup and tears. i am such an awful person.”

“hey, hey, it’s alright. stains come out easily and i don’t mind you shouting at me you could do it as much as you want, i just want you to be alright.” he says, running his fingers through your hair.

“why are you so kind?” you say as you continue to sob into his chest, louder now.

“baby, what’s happened? why are you crying so much?” he asked, pulling you away so he can look in your eyes. “are you uncomfortable? did i do something?” he asks, genuinely concerned.

“no, it’s not you, i don’t know what’s wrong with me, i just feel like crying. my moods are all over the place. yesterday, i got mad at faith too for some stupid reason and then i had to apologise.” you say.

“will crying help you feel better?” he asks, and you nod. “okay, you can cry as much as you want but later we will try and figure out what’s wrong.” you nod again and cuddle into his hoodie.

next day, he leaves for work giving you a little kiss on the forehead. today you are feeling much better, you wave him goodbye and get back to your own work. while in a meeting with your boss, you sense a wave of nausea hit you. you ignore it at first focus back on what your boss is saying. you are trying your best to ignore it.

“y/n, are you feeling alright? you have gone pale.” your boss’ voice comes from the laptop.

“yeah, i am fine.” you say, your voice low and silent.

“you don’t look or sound fine. y/n you should take the day off. please log out of the meeting and rest. we can resume tomorrow, there is no rush.” she says, and before you can argue she hangs up the call.

you get up from your desk and make your way to the kitchen, to grab a glass of cold water, hoping it will help. as you were sipping the water the final wave of nausea hit and you vomited in the kitchen sink. all your breakfast was now down the drain. something was definitely wrong with you and you decide to lay down.

lunch time approached but you weren’t in any mood to eat. your head feels light and now out of nowhere you have got fever. ‘amazing’ you think to yourself. you needed help now and you know who you had to call.

“hey, mum.” you say into your phone. your voice groggy.

“hey, sweetheart, you alright? you don’t sound well.” she asks, the worry in her voice evident.

“no, mum. i don’t feel well. i feel nauseous and i measured my temperature, i have got a 103c fever.” you say.

“woah, 103, darling that’s high, please go to a doctor or have some meds.” she says to you.

“my body’s aching, mum, i can’t move.” you say.

“do you want me to come over?” she asks.

“absolutely not, mum you leave 3hrs away, i can’t ask you to make that trip for a stupid fever. i’ll ask harry to take me.” you say.

“okay, sweetie, keep me posted and take care of yourself.” she says as she hangs up.

you decided to text harry first,

you

hey

harry

hey, baby

you

how’s the shoot going?

harry

it’s so fun but exhausting at the same time, we have got to get this done by tonight. i might come a little late, so don’t miss me much ;)

you

enjoy <3

you don’t call him, you don’t want to ruin his shoot for a little fever. instead you called your best friend, faith.

“faith.” you say into the phone. you voice getting worse.

“y/n? darling, what’s wrong?” she says, clearly worried.

“i don’t know, i feel nauseous and have a really high fever. i need some meds, please.” you practically beg.

“yeah, yeah, give me five, i will come over.” she says.

“faith, please don’t tell ethan, i don’t want them to worry.” you say.

“okay, be there in 5.” she says and hangs up the phone.

5 minutes later, as promised, she arrives with olive. “okay, olive darling, why don’t you colour in your book while mum helps auntie y/n, go on honey sit there.” faith hands olive her bag and then comes to help you. “here take these.” she hands you some pain relief meds for your headache and some meds for your nausea.

you gulp down the meds with some water. “i am so sorry to call you like this.” you say.

“don’t be foolish. i wouldn’t be anywhere else right now. you lay down and rest. olive and i will keep you company.” you lay down on the couch. faith takes your feet onto her lap, giving you a very much needed foot rub.

after a while of talking and laughing with olive and faith you feel much better. “those meds really did some magic.” you say to her.

“yeah, i know they would, i took them too when i was pregnant with olive.” faith says, casually.

“pregnant?” you ask.

“yeah, pregnant. you might be pregnant, y/n” she says.

“don’t be ridiculous, faith.” you argue.

“i am not. you are showing clear signs of pregnancy for the past two weeks. the random mood swings, the weird craving and now the nausea. y/n, you might be pregnant.” she says.

“i have said it before and say it again eating fries with vanilla milkshake is not weird, chewing on ice is not weird, and drink pickle water isn’t weird either.” you defend yourself.

“all of them together is weird.” faith says.

“i can’t help it! my tummy wanted it all.” you say.

“i am just asking you to take the pregnancy test. if you are not pregnant, well and good but if you are then at least you’ll know.” she says. you give her a look but three minutes later you pee on three different pregnancy test, all of them asking you to wait 10 minutes.

“i am gonna shit myself. how long does this take?” you ask to faith, both of you sitting on the bathroom floor.

“love, these are the longest 10 minutes of your life.” she says. she sees you fidget with your fingers, a panic attack about to happen. “breathe, darling. no matter what you will be alright.” she folds your hand “deep breaths.” she takes some deep along with you.

you take some deep breaths, slowly calming down, the alarm goes off suddenly. with shaking hands, you reach out to flip the first one, there was a faint but very evident second line on it, the second one was the same and the third one flashed the word ‘pregnant’ on it. fat tears start pouring down your face, “no no no.” you start panicking. “i can’t- we can’t- no no no.”

“y/n, calm down, darling, please breathe.” faith try to calm you down but it was of no use. you were full on panicking, sweating and definitely about to vomit. you duck into the toilet and vomit all the remaining content of your tummy.

“faith, i can’t do this, i absolutely cannot do this. harry and i have never talked about getting married let alone a baby. on some days, i cry myself to sleep just out of exhaustion. harry and i can’t take care of a plant, faith, a PLANT, all you have to do is water it. i get disgusted from my own vomit how would i clean the mess a baby makes. faith, i can’t.” you say, then lean against the bathroom wall. tears still streaming down your face.

suddenly you both hear tiny footsteps running towards the bathroom. “auntie hurt?” she says as she sees you cry and run over to you to hug you. you hold her close, carefully running your fingers in here hair.

“no, sweetheart. your auntie is not hurt. she is acting like a fool.” she says, and you look at her. “olive, love, is y/n your favourite auntie?” olive smiles and nods her head. “y/n, olive loves you and harry very much. and ethan and i only ever trust you guys with her because you guys are so good with her. you make sure she is fed, you make sure every single thing is safe when she is around, you are responsible and smart. that’s more than what i started with.”

you both sit in silence for a while, olive cuddling you.

“y/n, i am nobody to tell you what to do with the situation. but if you think you can’t do it then you think wrong. and if we are talking about harry then trust me, that boy loves you and nothing can change that.” she tells you. you pull her into a side hug, careful with olive. you try your best to stop crying but the emotions are too high.

“you lot look cozy.” a new voice, harry’s, comes through.

“har!” olive says, excitedly running to hug harry’s legs.

“hello, there.” he says, picking her up. his expression turns into worry as he sees your tear stained face. “y/n, you are crying?” he asks.

“alright, time for me to leave.” faith says getting up, taking olive from harry. “take care of her.” she whispers to harry before leaving.

harry strolls over to you and pick you up bridal style before taking you to the bedroom. he gently places you on the bed before speaking, “darling, i am really worried about you. you have to talk to me, i can’t bear to see you cry it’s hurting me.” his voice cracks a little.

“harry, i have to tell you something.” you say, before getting up from the bed and going to the washroom to grab your pregnancy tests. you make your way back to harry and hand him the tests. he stares at them, just stares, no reaction, no sound. “i’m pregnant.” you say in hopes that he says something but he doesn’t, he doesn’t even move. “harry, you are scaring me. please say something.” you say, sitting beside him, holding his cheeks, making him look at you. “harry…”

“you are pregnant.” he says, his voice is numb. you nod. “it’s mine, right?” he says in the same tone.

“what?” you ask, shock. “of course, it’s yours. why the fuck would you even say that?! you-“, before you finish the sentence he starts laughing. “you are such a wanker.” you say hitting his shoulder but then laugh with him.

“i am sorry, love. i just wanted to hear that beautiful laugh.” he says, kissing you. “on a serious note, you are pregnant.” he says and you nod again. “i will do anything you want.” he says.

“you want it?” you ask him.

“i want you. i will do anything you want. as long as i have you, i would do anything.” he says.

“i want it.” you say, in a shy voice.

“then i am right there with you.” he says.

“harry, babies are hardwork, they are sleepless nights and tired mornings, they cry and scream, you have to clean them, you have to be careful and extremely responsible. babies are difficult.” you say.

“i know that, i know how terrible the process is. but i also know that you want this and i want this too. i am not gonna say i am 100% ready but i am willing to learn.” he says.

“you make me so happy every single day. i love you so much.” you say, kissing him.

“i love you more, baby.” he says.

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pls pls pls say you have a mr and mrs frederick coming soon 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

Mr. & Mrs. TV

description: the love life of mr. & mrs. tv through social media

pairing: arthur frederick (arthurtv) x fem!reader

genre: smau

the engagement

tags: arthurtv

liked by arthurtv, chrismd10 and others

yn.username: right so…just got engaged to the loml 🩷

georgeclarkeey: right sew 😂

| arthurtv: you are not funny

arthurtv: let’s go! just got engaged to the loml

| yn.username: be original, arthur 🙄

| italianbach: exactly, be original, arthur.

| arthurtv: why am i being bullied on my own engagement post?!

user: omg! congratulations you guys.

user: the 5th picture is gold

the wedding

tags: arthurtv

liked by arthurtv, ksi and others

yn.username: dare i say it but the perfect day of my entire life, filled with love, laughter and happiness. i love you so much, husband. ���

arthurtv: i love you way more, wife.

| yn.username: 🤍

chrismd10: george was literally crying happy tears.

| georgeclarkeey: shut up, chris.

user: george crying at the wedding is so cute. congratulations you guys!!

user: the wedding looks so beautiful

the honeymoon

tags: arthurtv, georgeclarkeey, italianbach

liked by chrismd10, zerkaa and others

yn.username: george and bach crashed our honeymoon, everything else was lovely.

georgeclarkeey: are you saying we are not lovely?

| yn.username: it’s open to interpretation.

| georgeclarkeey: if we weren’t there who would’ve taken those lovely pictures, huh?

arthurtv: you look so beautiful

| yn.username: guys, i think i have a crush on my husband.

user: george and y/n act like siblings, i love it.

user: wtf were george and bach doing there lol 😭

the pregnancy

tags: arthurtv

liked by arthurtv, vikkstar and others

yn.username: bro knocked me up with TWINS!

arthurtv: two is better than one, right? (btw the pics are violating)

chrismd10: i am going to teach them how to bully their father, this is great!

| arthurtv: no you are not.

user: twins?! congratulations you guys!

user: the close ups of arthur are so funny lol

babies

tags: arthurtv

liked by arthurtv, italianbach and others

yn.username: 13.4.2027 - wes george frederick🩵 and wern grace frederick 🩷

georgeclarkeey: i am so happy right now 😭🩷

| arthurtv: he already loves you so much

chrismd10: i am still going to be the favourite uncle

| italianbach: yeah, right 🙄

user: wes *george* frederick, i know george is over the moon

user: they both are so cute 😭🩷🩵

[wr2shw]

Does anyone else think that Chris following Shannon and other girls who went on a date with him is a red flag

Like we know their relationship ended on good terms, but imagine the guy you are seeing is still following his ex

He also always talks about how he wants to find "the one," but is he even trying? He said that he talks about his ex on his date

Like, imagine it's not Chris and a random guy you go on a date with, you will never go back

hey, anon

i really appreciate the ask but i really don’t feel comfortable talking about their personal lives. i am only a fictional writer hence i don’t think i am capable of commenting on their personal lives or their relationships. i understand that chris and shannon’s relationship was public but that doesn’t give us any right to dissect or question their characters. i enjoy watching content from both of them and that’s it. i write about him because i simply like writing, my writing doesn’t reflect 100% of his personality.

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Mr. & Mrs. MD

description: love life of mr. & mrs. md through social media

pairing: chris dixon (chrismd) x reader

genre: smau

the engagement

tags: chrismd10

liked by chrismd10, behzingagram and others

yn.username: bro finally scored something other than shit penalties

chrismd10: the caption is so unnecessary

| yn.username: sybau 😘

georgeclarkeey: the most accurate caption

| yn.username: thank you, diva

| chrismd10: i hate both of you.

arthurtv: omg! congratulations, guys!!

| yn.username: thanks, arthur.

user: chris getting bullied by his fiancé is the best part of my day

user: holy mfing rock

the wedding

tags: chrismd10

liked by chrismd10, georgeclarkeey and others

yn.username: 15.5.2024 the day i will remember forever. i love you, chris. 🤍

chrismd10: i love you more, y/n

| wroetoshaw: sappy fuck

georgeclarkeey: and the award of best ‘best man’ goes to…george clarkey!

| chrismd10: i was praying for it to end.

user: lol harry’s comment

user: that cake looks delicious

the honeymoon

tags: chrismd10

liked by chrismd10, zerkaa and others

yn.username: guys, the rumours are true, he is the shortest person in paris too.

chrismd10: why do i always get bullied in the caption

| yn.username: i love you, my little midget

| chrismd10: fuck off

arthurtv: the caption has me rolling

| chrismd10: fuck you too

user: i am really loving how chris is getting bullied 😂

user: she is so pretty

the pregnancy

tags: chrismd10

liked by chrismd10, georgeclarkeey and others

yn.username: help! just got knocked up by a man who is 5 feet tall! (btw the second slide was actually his reaction)

chrismd10: you are lucky i love you so much, because the captions are so unnecessary and triggering.

| yn.username: i love you, baby 😘

arthurtv: lol the captions are gold

| chrismd10: fuck off, arthur

| yn.username: thanks, arthur

user: omg congratulations guys

user: the caption lol

baby

tags: chrismd10, arthurtv

liked by chrismd, vikkstagram and others

yn.username: 13.11.2026 - landon cole dixon 🫶🏼 [arthur and chris are great baby sitters (satire)]

georgeclarkeey: i am already claiming the title of the coolest uncle

| yn.username: all yours (arthur is fuming)

| arthurtv: NO, GEORGE.

arthurtv: i loved spending time with him, congratulations you guys 🩵

| yn.username: thanks, arthur. you can come by anytime to meet him

chrismd10: i love you so much, y/n. the things you do for us is insane 🩵

| yn.username: i love you too, chris 🩷

user: congratulations you guys

user: such a cutie

[wr2shw]

Sleeping over at the boys places for the first time headcanons!!!

Sleepover

description: you sleepover at their place

pairing: harry lewis (w2s) x fem!reader; george clarke x fem!reader; arthur frederick (arthut tv) x fem!reader; chris dixon (chrismd) x fem!reader

genre: fluff

Harry Lewis

• he will be very excited about it. he has been trying to make it happen since a long time but he always had to leave for a shoot in the morning or he had to stay up all night editing. but this time he is not letting you go.

• he will make you wear matching pajamas and cuddle.

• ask you to run your fingers through his hair because it relaxes him.

• comfortable silence would fill the room as you both lay in the bed.

• you both eventually fall asleep and he pulls you in closer, like his personal human sized teddy bear. if you try to wiggle free he pulls you back in subconsciously. your face pressed against his naked chest as one of his arms is under your head like a pillow and the other is around you waist securing you there.

• he wakes up before you in the morning but he doesn’t move. he lays there admiring your face until you are awake. when you finally wake up he kisses you all over your face making you giggle.

• “that was the best sleep of my life, you are sleeping over everyday from now on.” he says, his voice still groggy.

George Clarke

• it was raining outside so he asks you to stay the night. you accept, and he is over the moon. he doesn’t show how happy he is that you are spending the night, trying to act like he doesn’t care but you know he does.

• you both decide to watch some movies while cuddling. he would make some comments throughout the movie making you laugh.

• his fingers drawing circles around your waist mindlessly.

• finally as sleep over takes you, he pulls you into a little spoon. his arms wrapped around your waist as you fit perfectly with him.

• his touch is very comforting, very familiar.

• when you both wake up, he doesn’t let you go. when you try to wriggle out of his touch he pulls you back in.

•“just stay. please” he whispers and you stay.

Arthur Frederick

• when you ask him that if you can stay over, he immediately says yes. he is overjoyed so much so that he makes sure everything is perfect.

• he makes sure you have something to wear. “i know these might be a little too big but this is all i have now.” he says handing you his clothes.

• you sit on his bed in his clothes covered with the duvet. he is bringing you both hot chocolate and cookies.

• you both sip on hot chocolate and munch on the cookies while talking about your day. you tell him all your work gossip and he listens intently, commenting on a few things.

• once he notices you getting sleepy, he makes sure you go to bed. he cuddles you, not very tightly though, he makes sure you feel comfortable.

• when you wake up, you are alone in the bed. you get out of the bed and make your way out the bedroom when the smell of breakfast hits you. he was making you your favourite.

• “good morning, sweetheart. you slept well?” he asks as soon as he sees you. he gives you a good morning kiss and hands you a plate of breakfast.

Chris Dixon

• he asks you to stay and you say yes. he is shocked at first because he didn’t expect you to say yes, but eventually as he realise his expression changes to a smile.

• he has bought you matching football pajamas.

• you both watch some of his old football videos, laughing and passing comments of how young he looks.

• you eventually fall asleep and he switches the tv off. he wraps his arm around your careful not to wake you, as soon as you feel his arm around you turn into him. your head buried in his chest and you both go to sleep.

• you wake up with him running his fingers through your hair, soothingly and relaxing.

• “sorry, i didn’t mean to wake you.” he says quietly. you smile at him. “we should do this more often, i could get used to waking up next to you.” he says and kisses your forehead.

[wr2shw]

Could you pretty please do best friend headcannons for Arthur TV and George ❤️

Best friend

description: how would arthur and george be as best friends of the reader

pairing: arthur frederick (arthurtv) & fem!reader, george clarkey & fem!reader

genre: fluff

George Clarke

• he would be the sarcastic and funny kind of friend.

• you guys would have a lots of banters.

• he would be like an annoying brother, who continuously annoys you but still adores you.

• he would come to you for girl advice and you would go to him when you like a boy.

• he acts like he doesn’t really enjoy all the girly gossip you have for him, but he listens even when he is pretending to scroll on his phone.

• when somebody ships you, he tells them that he would never date and gives a stinky eye jokingly. you would always roll your eyes.

• whenever you are feeling down he notices it almost immediately and takes you to favourite place like shopping or cafes etc.

• he could read you quite easily but sometimes he also needs hints.

• once he jokingly made a ‘pms-ing’ joke when you were annoyed…and let’s just say he’s never done that again.

Arthur Frederick

• he would be the understanding and fun to hang around kind of friend.

• he would be the person you would go to when ever you feel out of place.

• he loves to hear your stories and gossip, and gives you great solutions on how to resolve problems.

• he knows what you like and what you don’t, as do you.

• when someone ships you, he corrects them politely saying things like “she is a great friend and i would never want to ruin that.”

• you are comfortable around him, comfortable enough to vent about your troubles.

• he treats you with a lot of respect and in gentlemanly way.

[wr2shw]

Your header is beautiful !

aww, thanks, love! 🤍

[wr2shw]

ABOUT ME…

p. she/her. sag. winter baby. caffeine addict. f1 girlie. max verstappen girlie. ferrari girlie. ukyt. harry lewis. sidemen. george clarke. chris dixon. arthur frederick. amateur writer. professional reader.

LINKS

masterlist

req. open

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Mr. & Mrs. Clarkey

description: the love life of mr. & mrs. clarkey through social media

pairing: george clarke x fem!reader

genre: smau

the engagement

tags: georgeclarkeey

liked by taliamar, theburntchip, georgeclarkeey and others

yn.username: just got engaged to an absolute diva

arthurtv: you stole the loml!

| yn.username: you are not funny.

georgeclarkeey: knocked her up, now i have got to marry her 😔 (sorry, @/arthurtv)

| yn.username: stop telling people i am pregnant! i am not!

| arthurtv: i will always love you, george

chrismd10: congratulations!

| yn.username: thanks, chris!

user: arthur and george’s comments lmfao

user: the most beautiful human

the wedding

tags: georgeclarkeey

liked by georgeclarkeey, vikkstagram, tobjizzle and others

yn.username: the best day of my life! (george’s camera got corrupted so there are barely any photos of him)

georgeclarkeey: the most beautiful woman i have ever seen. i love you so much, poppet.

| yn.username: i love you more, clarkey.

| arthurtv: ewww

| yn.username: get lost, arthur.

faithlousiak: had so much fun! congratulations, you guys!

| yn.username: 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

user: the tiramisu looks so delicious

user: the dress 😍

the honeymoon

tags: georgeclarkeey

liked by georgeclarkeey,italianbach, wroetoshaw and others

yn.username: my pronouns are USA 🦅🦅🦅

chrismd10: my pronouns are USA 🦅🦅🦅

| arthurtv: my pronouns are kiss my ass 🦅🦅🦅

georgeclarkeey: we were serving puss in america

| yn.username: clock it 🤏🏼

user: yo, the fourth pic 👀

user: the hand placement in the second pic 🤤

the pregnancy

tags: georgeclarkeey

liked by ksi, calfrezzy, georgeclarkeey and others

yn.username: body so tea, the british came (inside me)

arthurtv: what happened to normal captions while announcing pregnancy?

| yn.username: what’s wrong with the caption 🤔

chrismd10: congratulations!! 💕

| yn.username: 🩷🩷🩷

georgeclarkeey: about to raise an absolute diva

| yn.username: that’s right!

user: omg, congratulations you guys!!

user: i can’t wait to see george as a girl dad 🥺🩷

baby

tags: georgeclarkeey

liked by georgeclarkeey, chrismd10, arthurtv and others

yn.username: 15.12.2027 ~ ava penny clarke 🩷

chrismd10: she is the cutest thing ever!

arthurtv: can’t wait to spoil her! (i will be her favourite uncle)

| chrismd10: get in line, buddy.

georgeclarkeey: my two beautiful girls, i love you both so much. 🩷

user: she is here! and she is so cute 🩷

user: she is adorable 🩷

[wr2shw]

In love with Summerween rn and would love to know how much the boys would enjoy baking with you and putting up Halloween decorations around the house even though it’s still technically summer.

Summerween

description: the boys are in a halloween-y spirit but it’s literally the middle of summer

pairing: harry lewis (w2s) x fem!reader; george clarke x fem!reader; arthur frederick (arthut tv) x fem!reader; chris dixon (chrismd) x fem!reader

genre: fluff

Harry Lewis

you and harry were cuddling on the couch watching a movie, more specifically, a horror movie. you were trying your hardest not to scream at every jump-scare and he didn’t even flinch once. as another scary scene approached you braced yourself but the scene never came, harry has paused the movie.

“why did you do that?” you ask, a little annoyed.

“we should throw a halloween party.” he says, casually.

“ok, but that’s like in october. resume the movie.” you say, trying to take the remote out of his hand.

“no, no, i want to throw a halloween party this week.” he says, putting the remote out of your reach.

“what?” you ask, your struggles coming to a halt. “like in this week? like in the summer?”

“yes.” he says, like its the most normal thing ever.

“we could throw a party, yes. i have got the halloween decorations from last year saved somewhere in the house.” you say, getting up and going to the store room. immediately upon opening the door you find them, thanks to your amazing organisation skills. “ah, found them.” you declare.

“amazing.” he comes up behind you. “can i decorate the house?” he asks.

you look at him wide eyed, he never offers to decorate, not even when you practically beg him. “yeah, you can.”

“cool. i have already sent out invites to the group.” he says, “only the troops and their parents are coming.” he explains.

“yeah, that’s fine.” still finding it strange that your boyfriend suddenly wants a halloween party. “haz, why are we doing this?”

“i wanted to experience the fun of halloween, that’s all. and last year we missed halloween because i was sick and i know you love the parties because you get to dress up and all.” he explains, scratching the back of his neck.

“oh, haz, you are doing all this because i missed Halloween last year.” you say, feeling touched.

“well, yeah, and there will be a lots of booze.” he says, giving you a cheeky smile.

two days later, your house was filled with people dressed in different costumes, drinking and dancing to the music. you and harry decided to wear matching costumes, with you being catwoman and him being batman. you were sipping on your diet coke when two arms are wrapped around you from behind.

“enjoying the party?” he asks, whispering in your ear. the alcohol on his breath was evident.

“it’s amazing, batman.” you say, leaning into his touch. “are you enjoying it?” you ask.

“oh, yes definitely. we have a bet going that whoever gets their partner drunk the most will get 50 pounds from each player.” he says. “so here, drink up, sweetheart. i want to win.” he says handing you a drink. you shake your head and grab the drink out of his hand.

at the end of the night, everyone was definitely shit faced and on a sugar high from eating all the candies. slowly everyone starts leaving, kissing you guy goodbyes and thanking you for the party, as soon as the night is over you and harry stumble back into your room and immediately fall asleep. “best night ever.” is the last thing he mumbles as a small smile creeps your face.

George Clarke

you and george decided to film a video, trying out different couples costumes, for his youtube channel.

“hey, guys, today me and y/n are going to try out a bunch of halloween costumes, more specifically couples costumes, and rate them, for your viewing pleasures.” george says to the camera.

the first costume was rapunzel and flynn rider from tangled. “i didn’t think you would be able to pull that off.” you say, looking at him. “but you look hot.”

“oh, thanks, love. you don’t look too bad yourself.” he says grinning at you.

“you are definitely wearing that in bed tonight.” you whisper to him, as his grin widens and face gets more red. “i rate it a 9.5/10.” you announce and look at him innocently.

“i would have to agree with you.” he says.

next costume is ‘ketchup’ and ‘mustard’. “this is the laziest costume ever.” you start. “but it is kinda funny.”

“yeah, i kinda like it.” he says, flexing his muscles. “i look whamp.”

“right, stop flexing, i rate it a 3.” you say.

“a 3?!” he says, offended. “but look at my muscles, that must bring it up to a 6.” he says, flexing more. you roll your eyes at his antics.

you guys tried on 5 more costumes. a cowboy and cowgirl where the line ‘save a horse, ride a cowboy.’ was definitely muttered by george. a ratatouille one, where you are the mouse and he is the chef, that one was your favourite since he has to carry you on his shoulders to complete the costume. a ghostface and his victim costume, this was the most minimal effort costume, he already had the ghostface mask and all you had to do was smear some fake blood on yourself. next was nick wilde and judy hopps from zootopia, you liked this too since george has the same smooth personality of nick wilde. the last one was aladdin and princess jasmine where george said ‘i am going to take you on a ride of my magic carpet tonight’

all in all the video was a success and you guys had alot of fun trying on different costumes.

Arthur Frederick

arthur had an idea for one of his upcoming video in which he wanted to make some halloween inspired food/drinks, and he decided to include you since he doesn’t trust himself alone in the kitchen.

“right so, today me and y/n are going to make some halloween themed treats. we are gonna make some brain muffins, mummy dogs, and my favourite jack-o’-melon!” he says, cheerfully towards the camera.

“arthur, why are we doing this is the middle of the summer?” you ask.

“because we have got a sponsor!” he says, and then goes on about the creep ghost game that is sponsoring the video. “ok so let’s get started with the video. first, we are gonna make brain muffins. they are just regular muffins decorated to look like a brain, and since i am shit at decorating, my beautiful girlfriend is gonna help me.” he says making jazz hands around you.

“yeah, can’t trust him alone in the kitchen.” you joke, as he rolls his eyes. “okay, let’s get started. so we have got store brought muffin and some red and pink icing for the brain. so i am going to show you how to do one and then you can do the rest.” you say, and start decorating the brain cupcake. he watches you intensely. it’s his turn to make the brains and surprises you by making them all perfect and uniform.

“not bad, right?” he asks grinning at you.

“they are beautiful, arthur.” you say, smiling back at him, giving him a little kiss on his cheek.

“right so, what’s next?” he says, blushing a little.

“next up, we are making mummy sausages. which are basically pigs in a blanket but with googly eyes.” you explain.

“what now you want to eat plastic?” he asked.

“no, you donut, i got edible ones from the market. so first we cut our dough into equal rectangles and then we will run slices through them, but not cutting them all the way through.” you demonstrate and he copies carefully. “okay, now we roll our sausages.” he carefully rolls them in, trying not to break them. “now time for the eyes and the egg wash.” you say. after attaching the eyes and the egg wash you put them in the oven to bake.

“so while that is baking, we should get started with our jack-o’-melons!” he says, already getting the watermelons ready.

“you are so excited about this.” you say, chuckling at his antics.

“i have got so many ideas!” he says as he gets ready to start craving. “ok so let’s get started, we will reveal them together after we are done, we have 20 minutes to complete it.” he instructs, already getting his craving tools out.

after 20 minutes the timer goes out. “okay, i am done!” he says, lifting his hand up in the air. you still weren’t done so you continued to add on the finishing touches. “hey! hey! that’s cheating.”

“it’s fine, give me 2 minutes more.” you say, not looking up from your melon.

“fine, since i love you so much.” he says, taking a bite out of your now done mummy sausages. “this turned out good you know.” he says, chewing on the rolls.

“yeah, done” you say, placing your tools down.

“ok let’s reveal in three, two, one show!” he says, turning his melon around as you do the same. “woah, yours is amazing!” you made a simple but little croaked smiley face on the melon, nothing too extravagant, but you did crave yours and arthur’s initials on the back.

“shut up, yours is way better.” you say, he had carved out the ghost face mask, it looks so neat. “how have you done that? mine looks like it has been made by a 2 year old.”

“a very talented two year old.” he chimes in and you roll your eyes. “no seriously yours is so cute, and you even put our initials on it.” he says, admiring your masterpiece.

“yours is better.” you say, kinda annoyed that you didn’t beat him at this. “you are really good with food, you know? from today onwards, you are taking over the chef duties.” you announce.

Chris Dixon

you and chris decided to watch some horror movies but with a drinking rule. you had to take a shot everytime you experience a jump scare or you flinch while watching the movie.

“you are getting so drunk.” he teases you.

“nah, i am not going to flinch.” you say. you definitely spoke too soon because not more than 10 minutes into the movie you flinched.

“ahh, that’s a shot!” chris announces, and you whine a little before taking the shot.

by the end of the movie, you had downed 15 shots and chris had 10. you were definitely drunk and chris was getting there.

the second movie started and you were already cuddled into chris’ side. the more the movie played the more shots you both down. by the end of the second movie you both we absolutely drunk. the only advantage that came out of this was that drunk chris was clingy chris.

despite it being hotter than the freaking desert, he still clung to you and pressed kisses all over your face. you guys now decided to watch something light like a romcom so ‘27 dress’ was playing on the tv as he cuddled more into you. he whispered sweet nothings in your ear until sleep overcomes him.

“chris.” you whisper, once the movie ends. he hums in response. “i am scared.” you say, in a small voice.

his eyes flutter open, “what? why?” he ask, his voice sleepy.

“because we watched those movies and now i can’t get the image out of my head.” you say.

“what can i do?” he asks.

“i wanna use the washroom. would you mind coming with me?” you ask shyly. he sighs and gets up, offering you a hand.

he stands outside the washroom he door slightly open, as you do your thing. once you are done washing your hands. you go back to the bed.

“is it okay if we keep the lights on for tonight.” you ask.

“of course. and don’t worry, princess, i will defeat all the ghosts and monsters before they get to you.” you both giggle at that, still slightly tipsy.

you both climb in bed and sleep comes naturally as soon as your heads hit the pillow. chris pulls you into his chest as you legs intertwine with his. his arms hold you securely, enveloping you in the feeling of comfort and safety.

[wr2shw]

Reader has a big crush on Chris and is also one of his best mates, unknown to Chris, she does not know how to play football and he offers to teach the reader the basics. Which would definitely include him teasing her a bunch for not knowing how to play causing the reader to become very shy and flushed around him. Of course he wouldn’t check the weather beforehand as he was excited to teach you and it starts to rain, which causes Chris and the reader to fall into a kiss while she attempts to get past him to score. The reader is in shock and afraid that Chris wouldn’t have wanted to kiss her, but the reader learns that Chris was more than happy to kiss her as he pulls her in for another kiss.

Head over cleats

description: chris and you fall in love while he teaches you football

pairing: chris dixon (chrismd) x reader

genre: fluff

you and chris have known each other since forever. you have seen his nerdy phase in school, seen him start his youtube, seen him gain popularity because of his career. his always been a constant in your life. he was there when your first boyfriend broke up with you, when you graduated from uni, and when you started your own youtube career. you are not as famous as he is but he never made you feel like that. he has always been kind when you feel down, teasing when you are a little annoyed just to cheer you up, and funny whenever you need a laugh. over the years you have developed a crush on him. it was completely an accident, george teased you both so frequently you had to question your feelings. but the crush was definitely there, it’s been there since forever, like butterflies whenever you saw him kind of crush.

for his new video idea, he decided to make a series - teaching a beginner how to play football, and you were obviously the best candidate for it. the entirety of your guy’s friendship he has tried to get you into football, but you, stubborn as they come, always denied. football never really sparked your interest. you watch and practice bunch of other sports - tennis, f1, you name it, anything but football. this annoyed chris a little. so when he proposed this idea to you he was ready for a no, which he did receive but he had a plan.

“i will shoot five video with you for your channel if you do this.” he blurts out, when you said ‘no’.

your eyes narrow, “any type of video?” you ask him.

“yes. any video of your choice. but you have to genuinely participate in the football videos for my channel.” he says.

“ok, you have got a deal.” you say, extending your hand out, for him to shake. he rolls his eyes and shakes your hand.

day one of filming was interesting. you showed up with your yoga pants, a tee and some sneakers. immediately upon seeing you he says, “what are you wearing?”

“sporty clothes. i don’t have proper clothes for football, chris.” you say.

“well you should have worn your tennis gear instead.” he say.

“what? i was not going to play football in a skirt!” you look at him, like he’s lost his head.

“right. we are going shopping.” he says, already walking towards his car.

“wait, chris, i will buy something for tomorrow, let’s just start today please.” you practically beg him as you follow behind him.

“nope.” he says, getting into the car. ugh, he is such a diva.

you groan and get into his car. he takes you to the nearest sports store where he buys you a proper football kit with cleats. he makes you change in the washroom of the store and drives you back to the field.

“great, you have wasted an hour.” you say, rolling your eyes. “the yoga pants would have done just fine.”

“i know, i just wanted to see you in a football kit.” he gives you a teasing smile as you roll your eyes again.

he starts the intro the the video “today, i am going to teach a beginner how to master some football skills. welcome y/n, she hasn’t been on a football pitch like ever.” he introduced you as you wave towards the camera. “ok so let’s start with the basics. can you kick a football?”

“what sort of question is that? of course i can kick a football.” you say, and to prove your point, you kick a random football towards the net.

“not bad”, he says, “but you need to keep your feet a little tight or else you’ll hurt yourself. and there are multiple ways you can kick a football. i am going to teach you the techniques. so let’s start.” he gets another football in position and starts. “ok, so first we will learn penalties. as you know i am better than most premier leagues footballers when it comes to taking penalties, i am the prefect person to teach you this.” he says, cockily, winking at the camera. he takes a run up and kicks the ball directly into the net, not giving the goalkeeper the chance to save it. you nod your head, impressed and trying to understand the technique. “i am good, yeah?” he says, a cocky smile plastering on his face.

“eh, i have seen better.” you tease. his eyebrows bunch to gather and his eyes narrows.

“yeah, right. your turn now, rookie.” he challenges as he places the ball down for you to take the penalty. you take the same run up as he did and kick the ball, which was caught by the goalie. “ah, not bad. maybe put in some more power.” you nod, and take another one, this time you miss the goal post completely. “it’s okay. focus.” he encourages.

after a few failed attempts, you give up. “i can’t do this, chris.” you whine. “i want to go home.”

“nope. we are not going home until you score one.” he says, his tone light yet strict.

you groan and place the ball back on the penalty spot. you take a deep breath, the determination of getting the ball in stronger than ever and you kick it. this time the ball goes in. “YES!” you celebrate jumping a little.

“you did it!” he exclaims as he hugs you. you instantly melt in his arms. sweet victory with a sweet hug.

“ok, now let’s go home.” you say, turning around.

“no. that was one out of four things on our list today.” he says, shaking his head. “now we will be learning how to score a volley.”

“ugh, chris, please. we have been here since forever.” you groan.

“stop being a baby, it’s been 45 mins.” he rolls his eyes. “now get into position.”

surprisingly volley goes smoothly. he demonstrates and it only takes you five attempts to score. “yes! yes! i did it!” you say going to high five him but he pulls you in for a hug instead, instant butterflies erupt in your belly.

“you did so well on that one.” he says, smiling brightly at you. “i am so proud.” he says as you blush a little “next, you are in goal.” he says.

“why?” you question.

“because you are practising goalkeeping now.” he says and you groan. now you have to run around trying to save a goal, great.

he takes it easy on you at first, the kicks are not as hard, so you could easily catch them. but he increases the difficulty slowly, forcing you to run more. “this one’s gone be hard.” he warns as he kicks the ball with what seems like all his strength. the ball comes with a speed of light and hits you square in your face. you tumble backwards and fall on your bum.

“owww.” you say, nursing your face, which felt like it was on fire. you feel the tears which are pouring out your eyes but you can’t stop because it hurts really bad.

chris comes running beside you. “fuck, fuck, fuck” he curses as he kneels beside you. “hey, hey, let me look.” he gently removes your hand and examines your face closely. it’s swollen just slightly. he winces, “i am so sorry, y/n. i shouldn’t have done that so hard.”

“n-no, it’s f-fine.” you manage to speak through the tear and the hiccups.

“no, it’s not. here take this ice pack.” he hands you one which one of his crew members gave him. he gently wipes your tears with his thumb, trying his hardest not to hurt you anymore. “i am so sorry, y/n. i really didn’t mean to hurt you so bad. i am so stupid to take that shot. i should’ve gone slower, gosh what have i done.”

“it’s fine, chris, i am fine now.” you say as you cradle the ice pack near your cheek. “look it is not swollen anymore.” you say, showing him your cheeks.

“i am still really sorry, and i want to make it upto you.” he says, “let’s get you home.” he says, lifting you up.

“no, no, i wanna stay.” you say.

“y/n, you are already hurt and it’s about to rain.” he says, looking up at the sky.

“yaa, well i want to stay here and enjoy the rain, and i want you to stay here with me.” you demand.

he place you down on the ground again and sit beside you, you both lean against the goal post. “whatever you say, princess.” he says teasingly.

“you should send them home, you don’t want your cameras getting wet.” you say as the first drops of rain start falling. he gestures his crew members to wrap and leave and they do exactly that.

“you remember, when me, you and arthur, used to go swimming in the lake behind my house.” you say.

“yes, i do remember. you would always splash water around to annoy arthur.” he says, laughing.

“and you would join in.” you say, smiling at the memory. the rain now pouring down enough to soak you. “i love rain. it’s so refreshing and like cold.” you say, randomly.

he chuckles. “i thought you liked summers.”

“nah, i lied. i love rain, it’s just so…” you try to find a word.

“romantic.” he finishes your sentence.

“yes, romantic.” you say, staring at him. your gaze flickering to his lips, he stares back at you, a comfortable silence between you. you take a deep breath and lean in a little. he does the same. and then you give in, you kiss him. he kisses you back but suddenly you stop. “omg, i am so sorry. i didn’t mean-“ you start but are interrupted by him pulling you back in for another kiss. he holds your cheeks gently as he deepens the kiss. the kiss is slow, passionate. your stomach does a somersault.

he break the kiss, so you can catch your breath. “don’t ever pull back again.” he says. “don’t ever apologise for kissing me again.”

“there will be an again?” you ask, dumbfounded.

“oh, there will be a million agains. y/n, i have been waiting for this forever, i didn’t act on it sooner because i didn’t want to ruin what we have. i like you, i like you very much. i have liked you from the day you wore those nerdy glasses in 6th grade, i have liked you everytime you roll your eyes when i do something stupid, i have liked for so long that our friends have bullied the hell out of me, calling me a coward and what not. but i didn’t care, as long as i could be with you i don’t care.”

“oh, chris.” you pull him back for another kiss. this time it is filled with hunger, want and urgency. the rain falls much heavier but all you can hear is your heart beat escalating, because you have the one person you have always wanted. you have your stupid footballer who claims to be better than most premier league players.

[wr2shw]

Having sex with Arthur for the first time. I would imagine that he is so passionate like holding your hand, breathtaking kisses, and constant praise. He goes at a soft steady pace that savors the moment rather than being fast and rough. He’s also not afraid to let you know how good you’re making him feel.

Soft

description: first time with arthur

pairing: arthur frederick (arthurtv) x fem!reader

genre: smut

it started off as any regular date night. he took you out for dinner at a nice restaurant, you came back to his place to cuddle and watch some stupid show which eventually becomes a background noise while you both make out. you both would usually stop when the make out session got too heated. but tonight felt different, maybe it was the fancy dinner you had or maybe it was the fact that you were ovulating, that made you go a step farther.

“you sure?” he asks, as you tuck on his t shirt. you nod, continuing to grind your hips on his lap. “i want to hear it.” he says, his voice breathless.

“yes, i am sure. i want to do this tonight.” you say, reassuring him.

his eyes turn a shade darker as he tucks off his t shirt. he helps you take yours off too. soon you both were left completely naked. he flipped you around so that now he was on top.

he dipped down to kiss you. the kiss was slow but filled with hunger and passion. he slowly starts making his way to your neck then your breasts and slowly down to your thighs. he very carefully glides his index and middle fingers along your folds and slowly inserts them in you. you gasp a little and his hand pauses. “did that hurt?” he asks carefully.

“no. that was fine.” you say, reassuring him. he slowly pulls them out and pushes them back in, picking his pace up with every thrust. his thumb messages your clit, sending vibrations through your entire body. he continues to do that until you start moaning and finally reaching your climax. he let’s you finish on his fingers.

“you did so well. you are perfect.” he says as he kisses you.

“i want more.” you whisper and his eyes turn darker. he nods and slowly guides himself inside you. your eyes roll back and a moan leaves your lips as he slowly inserts himself into you. his pace is painfully slow at first but he picks it up. not too fast to hurt you but fast enough to make you lose your mind. he tries to be careful not because he is afraid of hurting you but because he wants to feel you, to savour the moment.

you muffle your moans and whimpers, trying not to be too loud. “don’t.” he says, his voice low, “don’t hide the sound.” he wants to hear you raw. then you don’t try to hide to, you moan and whimper out his name, which he seem to have liked since his pace picked up just a bit to hit your g spot. your moans grew louder as your climax approached.

“go on, come for me.” he says, and you do. climax hitting you like a train as you shiver under his presence. “good girl.” he moans out as he trusts a few more time before reaching his climax. he finishes with a grunt and collapses beside.

after a moment of silence he speaks, “you did so well, sweetheart.” he says kissing your forehead. “do you need something? a bath? a drink?” you just nod, hoping he’ll understand and he does.

he puts on his boxers and starts you a bath before running to kitchen and grabbing you a glass of water. you take the bath and then you both cuddle. he runs his fingers through your hair and you slowly fall asleep.

a/n: hey anon, thank you for the request and i hope you liked reading it. this was my first ever attempt at writing smut, i hope it wasn’t too bad. 🤍

[wr2shw]

Flowers

description: you surprise him with flowers on a random day

pairing: harry lewis (w2s) x fem!reader; george clarke x fem!reader; arthur frederick (arthut tv) x fem!reader; chris dixon (chrismd) x fem!reader

genre: fluff

Harry Lewis

you were shopping for some groceries when you came across a cute little flower, you stop by just to browse around but the flowers were truly the most beautiful things. they were fresh and vibrant. looking at the flowers made you realise that you have never really got your boyfriend flowers. you have been with harry for nearly five years and not once have you thought about getting him flowers especially when he got you flowers every week. today you decide to change it. you picked some pink carnations with some baby’s breath and asked the shop lady to help you organise them.

“must be someone special. you picked flowers that add up to love and memories.” the lady say, handing you the flowers.

“he is very special.” you say smiling at the flowers and thanking the lady before leaving for home. when you arrive home, harry is sitting on the couch watching some show.

“you are back.” he say, looking at you. “come here, i missed you.” he opens his arms for you.

“i was gone for like an hour.” you say smiling a little at his clinginess. you put the groceries on the kitchen counter and grab the bouquet of flowers before walking up to him. “here.” you say handing him the flowers.

his posture changes completely, the legs that were resting on the table were now on the ground and his back which was leaning against the couch was now straight. he was shocked. “for me?” he says taking the flowers out of your hands, you hummed and sat beside him, leaning into him a little. “why? is there a special day today? don’t tell me i forgot, i have written down everything in my calendar.”

you chuckle at his frantic responses. “no, haz, i just thought you deserve some flowers too, it’s only fair. you get me flowers every week, this is the least i could do.”

he looks at them and then at you, then pulls you into his embrace. “you don’t have to do anything for me. you love me and that’s more than enough for me. you being happy is enough for me.”

you smile in his embrace, thanking the holy spirit above for blessing you with this man. “i just wanted you to feel special, just like how you make me feel.”

“well, i do feel special and thank you so much for the beautiful flowers. i will treasure them forever.” he says.

“you can’t treasure them forever, harry, they will die in a few days.” you say, shaking your head in adoration.

“well then i will preserve them. i have heard resin helps.” he says. and you chuckle at his imagination.

George Clarke

you are returning back home from a dinner with your friends when you saw a flower shop open. you were slightly tipsy after your night out so when a crazy idea popped in your head, you didn’t bother to rethink it. you brought some red tulips from the flower shop and made your way to george’s apartment. you and george were very close friends, but you liked george. more than a friend, so much more than just a friend. but you have always been scared, the fear of ruining your friendship with him always stoped you. but tonight, with the help of some liquid courage, you decided to face your fears.

when you arrived at his, chris and arthur’s shared apartment, you knocked on the door. after about a few moments, the door opens. “y/n? what are you doing here? it’s 10 pm.” chris asks as he lets you in.

“oh i am here to meet george.” you say smiling at him.

“right, well you know where his room is.” chris says as he vanishes in his own room.

you make your way to george’s room and softly knock on it, only opening it when you hear a little ‘come in’. when he sees you his face lights up immediately. “hey, poppet. what are you doing here at this hour? everything good?”

you try not to blush at the nickname. “everything’s fine.” you say, walking towards where he is sitting. “i just wanted to give you these.” you handed him the flowers.

“for me?” he says, smiling a little.

“yes.” you say, your voice soft. “george, do you know what red tulips mean?”

“no, enlighten me.” he says, smiling at you.

“they mean declaration of love.” you say and then take a deep breath. “george, i have liked you for a while now but always chickened out when i wanted to tell you but tonight i thought fuck it, what’s the worst that could happen? you could kick me out and never speak to me, that’ll be a nightmare but at least the weight will be off my chest.”

he chuckles at your little speech. “i would never kick you out, poppet. you are the most beautiful and lively person i know. i have liked you from the day i saw you playing fifa with chris and losing miserably. you whined a little but then started laughing because me and chris were, i found it so beautiful.”

“but that was ages ago and how can a small incident make you feel so much?” you say, completely perplexed by his answer.

“well, i was scared to admit it too, and it may seem small but it did something to me.” he says smiling at you. “i love the flowers, i have never really got flowers from a girl before. i hope i get more in the future from you, you seem to have great taste in them.”

“oh yeah? you will definitely get a bunch more in the future. how about tomorrow we go out for dinner and i buy you more flowers?” you say.

“you brought me flowers and now i am being asked out, what a life. i could get used to the princess treatment you know.” you both chuckle at that.

the next day you do on a date and you bring him some more flowers which he loved.

Arthur Frederick

you and your family own a farm where you usually grow vegetables but this summer you decided to grow some flowers, more specifically sunflowers. they were in full bloom when you visited your parents this morning. they were bright, yellow and beautiful, reminding you of someone. you decided to pick some out and surprise him with them.

you reach home at around noon, you find arthur in the room recording a video so you decide not to disturb him. you start preparing some pasta for lunch. mid way through cooking arthur enters the kitchen.

“hey, i am making lunch, you want some?” you ask him.

“yeah.” he said, not paying much attention because he is focused on the flowers you have kept in the vase. “who got you flowers?” he asks.

“oh no, those are for you.” you say not looking up from your cooking.

“for me? you bought them for me?” he sounds surprised.

you turn to look at him and smile. “yes, arthur, for you. we are growing some sunflower in my parents farm and thought i’d get you some. you don’t like them?”

he shakes his head vigorously, “no no, i love them, it’s just weird to receive flowers out of blue.”

“well, be ready for more because i am planning to grow many more varieties.” you say smiling at him.

he comes over and kisses your cheeks. “thank you for these, made me feel special.”

“you are special.” you say ruffling his hair, teasingly.

“thank you.” he grins but then his eyebrows furrow and he asks. “wait that’s a compliment, right?” you chuckle and return back to cooking.

Chris Dixon

you and chris are on a long drive at night, when you decide to stop by a supermarket for some snacks. you quickly run to the store while chris waits in the car.

you grab some candies and crisps then decide to go checkout when you see some red roses. spontaneously, you decide to get some for chris, it’s not like this is the first time you are getting him flowers, you used to get him some at the beginning of your relationship but then eventually you forgot so today you thought to surprise him.

after paying you make your way to the car. as soon as chris sees you bring the roses he says, “you bought yourself flowers?”

“what? no. chris, these are for you.” you say, handing him the flowers.

“oh thank you, love.” he says smiling, admiring the flowers. “we haven’t done this is a while.” he says, being nostalgic.

“i know, and i felt like tonight was perfect.” you say.

“it is perfect.” he says smiling softly. “i am so lucky to have you.” he says and the car fills with a comfortable silence that makes you feel at peace.

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Current boyfriend

description: doing the “current boyfriend” trend with your boyfriend

pairing: harry lewis (w2s) x fem!reader; george clarke x fem!reader; arthur frederick (arthut tv) x fem!reader; chris dixon (chrismd) x fem!reader

genre: fluff (my attempt at humour)

Harry Lewis

you and harry are on a trip to italy when you decided to make the video, you told him you are documenting your trip and he didn’t seem to mind. “hello, guys. i am here in italy enjoying the warm sun, and look at this new handbag my current boyfriend brought me!” you say trying your hardest not to laugh.

harry smiles at the camera first but slowly realises what you have said. his eyebrows furrow and he looks at you. “what?” he asks softly.

“what?” you echo. trying not to laugh.

“you called me your current boyfriend?” he asked.

“yeah, well you are my current boyfriend.” you say, a little smirk forming on your face.

he notices it immediately. he grins as he catches you in your little prank. “right, your current boyfriend. you think there are gonna be future boyfriends?” he says, a hint of teasing in his voice.

“maybe.” you say, trying to be smug.

“right, so you can tell the engagement ring goodbye then.” he says smirking as he watches the smug expression wipe off your face.

“harry, are you serious? show me the ring!” you say, crowding him.

“oh no, ask one of your future boyfriends that.” he says, walking away from you slowly.

“harry, what the fuck, wait.” you say jogging after him as you end the video.

George Clarke

you both were just chilling at your place when you decided to record the video. “hello, guys, today i am going to unbox some pr packages i have received with my current boyfriend.”

he immediately picks up on it and decides to play along, “my current girlfriend is so excited to show you guys what she got.” he says catching you off guard.

you stare at him and then back at the camera. “okay, so first, we are going to open the package from m.a.c., do you want to do the honours, george?” you says, knowing he has already caught your act.

“i would love to, my current girlfriend.” he says, clearly trying to get on your nerves. and it was definitely working.

“okay stop it.” you say, half mad that your prank didn’t work and half mad at the nickname.

“it’s annoying isn’t it, poppet.” he says, grinning at you.

“ughh, you are so annoying.” you say trying your hardest to not blush and end the video.

Arthur Frederick

you are arthur were trying out some new food items at one of your favourite fast food joints when you decided to do the video. “hey, guys, today me and my current boyfriend are going to-“

“what the hell.” he says, dramatically. “your current boyfriend?!” he puts his hand on his heart, pretending to faint.

“yes, you are my current boyfriend.” you say, trying not to laugh at his antics.

“what? absolutely not letting that slide. you are not going anywhere. i am your only boyfriend.” he almost whines.

“yeah, well, for now.” you say teasing him.

“what do mean ‘for now’? y/n, i will jump off a cliff if you leave me.” he says.

you roll your eyes at his dramatic. “it’s a prank, you donut.”

“oh thank god.” he says hugging you. and you end the video with the biggest smile on your face.

Chris Dixon

you decided to do the prank when he was playing football in the backyard. “hello, guys, today my current boyfriend is going to show you his football skills.” you say pointing the camera towards him. at first he thinks he heard you wrong so he doesn’t react much. after he took a few penalties you say, “didn’t i tell you, guys, my current boyfriend is better than most premier league footballers when it comes to taking penalties.”

he turns to look at you, hands on his hips. “why are you calling me that?”

“calling you what?” you ask, feigning innocence.

“your ‘current boyfriend’, it’s proper annoying you know.” he says.

“but you are my current boyfriend.” you say shrugging your shoulders a bit.

he narrows his eyes at you but then his expression changes. “you know what you should continue, current girlfriend.” he smirks.

“what?” you ask, dumbfound.

“yeah, yeah, i know about the stupid trend going around tiktok, george told me about it.” he says.

“fucking george, ruins everything.” you say, annoyed that your plan didn’t work. he chuckles as he strolls towards you.

“let’s go, now it’s my current girlfriend’s turn at taking the penalties.” he says. you groan and end the video.

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She isn’t you.

description: you are harry are fwb and he is been set up on a date by one of his mates, but things don’t go as planned

pairing: harry lewis (w2s) x fem!reader

genre: angst

warning: use of suggestive language and curse words.

you met harry through simon and jj. you were mates with them from your school days. when they introduced you to the sidemen it was through a tinder irl video where you met harry. you and him clicked almost immediately since you both are of the same age, his unique pick up line (which of definitely offensive) made you laugh so hard that your eyes started to water.

you started off as friends and once after one wild night where you both went rouge on the drinks you ended up in his bed, that’s how it started off at first it was just drunk heated make out sessions which escalated really quickly but then it turned into more. he would call you when he was lonely and you would go, he would knock on your door at 2am and you would let him in, and everytime you two ended up naked and moaning out each other’s names.

you never really labelled your relationship, one minute you are having a friendly banter with him, calling him ‘mate’ and the next you are on top of him moaning out his name. for the first two months nobody realised the knowing glances and the sneaky touches, but one night calfreezy caught you two in harry’s room and without missing a beat he announced it to each and every one of your friends. they started teasing you both but harry would always shrug it off, “she is just y/n, nothing special is going on” the sentence did hurt you but you tried your hardest to hide it.

you and harry were watching a movie at his flat when cal came in. “mate, i have set you up with a girl.” he says casually. the statement caught you off guard. you look at harry then at cal. “what? he asked me to.” he says casually and pops down on the couch. you look at harry and he just shrugs.

“right. time for me to leave.” you say getting off the couch. you were hurt and this time you couldn’t hide it. you had been there for him always, when he came back exhausted from work, when he was feeling down, even when he ‘just wanted to let out his frustration’. and the stupid part of it all was that you liked him through it all, you liked him when he told you ‘we are just friends goofing around’, you liked him when he told you ‘oh you are just y/n’, you liked him when he flirted with girls in front of you. but now you are tired, tired of the facade and tired of being his ‘toy’.

“where are you off to? you aren’t staying the night?” he asked, he was a fucking donut, he can’t understand.

“not in the mood.” you say sighing, you look at cal who can clearly tell you were upset. he gave you a little ‘i am sorry’ look.

“let me drop you off.” harry offered. you were about to deny it but he was already off the couch. you stay silent in his car, knowing that if you say something you might cry. “you good?” he asked, keeping his eyes on the road. you hummed. “you not feeling well? how’s work going?”

“you want to talk about work?” you ask him. he looked at you and nodded. “you are not serious right now.” you say getting angry and frustrated.

“of course i am serious.” he says. “i care for you, y/l/n.”

“you care for me?” you huffed. “harry, you clearly don’t care for me.” you say and he parks the car at the side of the road. he looks at you and is about to say something but you stop him. “you may care for every single person on this planet but me, harry. you use me that’s all you do. you might also be ashamed of me because i am ‘just y/n’. you don’t talk to me until you want to fuck me. you ask your friends to set you up on dates when you know i clearly like you. you are a dick, harry. you use me as your sex toy. i don’t even want to talk to you.” you say getting out of the car.

he gets down as well and follows you “where are you going?”

“home.” you scream at him, as you continue to walk away.

“get in the car, y/n. you can’t walk home, it’s too late.” he says as he continues to follow you.

“why do you even care? i don’t want to be near you!” you exclaimed out of frustration. he sighs, picks up his pace and picks you up. “put me down!” you scream, flapping your arms around.

“stop fighting it, you don’t want me near, i won’t speak. but there is no way i am letting you walk alone at night.” he says putting you back in the car. “i won’t bother you or speak to you if that’s what you want but just know i do care about you. in fact you are the only person i care about. you are the only person i see in a crowd. you are the comfort i crave and you are the person i find peace in. you are my home, y/n. i don’t use you, i can’t use you because i love you and i can’t breathe without you. and i know it’s sudden but the moment i kissed you fell in love and the moment you moaned my name i wanted you for myself and myself only. i am not ashamed of you, i am scared of losing you. you are not ‘just y/n’, i say that because you are home to me and i realise i might have taken you for granted but those were never my intentions. i can’t properly talk to you about my feelings because i am scared of losing you. y/n, you are definitely not a sex toy, you are a everything to me.”

“so why did you ask cal to set you up for a date?” you ask through tears, you don’t even know when you started crying.

he gently wipes your tears away. “i don’t want to hurt you, which i realise i already have. jj told me to stay away from you since he was sure i would hurt and at first i thought it was jj being jj but then simon also told me the same thing. i was trying to move on but i definitely failed miserably, i have been on countless dates this week and none of them measure up to you, i could never move on from you.”

“why not?” you ask.

“because none of them is you. none of them provide the same comfort. whenever i try to sleep with another woman all i think about is you, i might have even moaned your name accidentally and you being a menace always leave scratch marks on my back, the women don’t usually like those things you know.” you both chuckle a little.

“harry, don’t ever hid shit like this from me. you hurt me by not telling me, and jj and simon have no right to meddle in my love life.” you say. “harry, i like you and i really wanna give us a shot, a real one this time, like i want to be your girlfriend.”

“wait is this you asking me to be your boyfriend?” he asked confused.

“yes.” you smile at him.

“you can’t do that, i wanted to do that, this is so not fair, you-“ before he finishes his sentence you pull him in for a kiss. “you know how to shut me up.” he says breathlessly after the kiss.

“i know how to make you feel a lot of things, harry.” you say urging him to the backseat of the car.

“fuck yes.” he says kissing your neck.

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REQUESTS

hello,

just wanted to let you know that the requests are on right now.

i will be writing for the following:

UKYT:

Harry Lewis (W2S)

George Clarke (George Clarkey)

Arthur Frederick (ArthurTV)

Chris Dixon (chrismd)

[for the time being these are the only ones, i may add more in future along with other categories such as f1 drivers etc]

Request Rules:

1. I will write one shots, headcanons and smaus, i am not planning on writing series at the moment.

2. I will write smut but it won’t be too graphic.

3. I will not write anything related to abuse.

That’s about it. I will try my best to write as many requests as possible but it may be a little difficult for me to complete them all, so please be patient and kind.

xx

[wr2shw]

Mr. & Mrs. Wroetoshaw.

description: the love life of mr. & mrs. wroetoshaw through social media

pairing: harry lewis (w2s) x fem!reader

genre: smau

2024: the engagement

tags: wroetoshaw

Liked by wroetoshaw, calfreezy and others

yn.username: got iced up in the alps 💍

ksi: the caption 😂 congratulations!

| yn.username: you literally asked me to put it 🙄

| ksi: stop exposing me, bro

taliamar: congratulations, babes! 🤍

| yn.username: thanks, babes! 🩷

faithlouisak: @/wroetoshaw, you stole my wife.

| yn.username: nobody can steal me from you, wifey.

| wroetoshaw: wtf

user: congratulations, you guys!

user: jj’s comment lol 😂

2025: the wedding

tags: wroetoshaw

Liked by wroetoshaw, miniminter and others

yn.username: mr. and mrs. wroetoshaw. forever mine now 🤍

wroetoshaw: i love you, mrs. lewis

| yn.username: i love you more, mr. lewis

faithlousiak: the wedding was beautiful 🤍

| yn.username: thank you 🤍

tobjizzle: congratulations, you guys!

| yn.username: thanks, tobes

user: the wedding dress 😍

user: stunning 🤩

2025: the honeymoon

tags: wroetoshaw

Liked by wroetoshaw, faithlouisak and others

yn.username: bro was playing golf on our honeymoon

wroetoshaw: i am literally your husband, stop calling me bro

| yn.username: what you gonna do about it, BRO

taliamar: hot mama 🥵

| yn.username: you 🥵

behzingagram: bog is fucking peng 🤤

| yn.username: @/faithlousiak look at this

user: bog being bog 😂

user: lol behz’s comment

2026: the pregnancy

tags: wroetoshaw

Liked by wroetoshaw, ksi and others

yn.username: baby boggo coming soon…🩵

faithlousiak: welcome to the mum club, beautiful! 🩵

| yn.username: 🩵

ksi: can’t wait to spoil him

| yn.username: uncle jj incoming

user: omg congratulations

user: harry with nathaniel 😂

2026: baby

tags: wroetoshaw

Liked by wroetoshaw, vikkstagram and others

yn.username: 12.10.2026 🩵 Aiden Asher Lewis.

zerkaa: congratulations, welcome baby boggo 🩵

faithlousiak: cutest boy ever 🩵

wroetoshaw: you are the strongest, most wonderful human being ever, i love you so much, you are the only person i imagine spending the rest of my life

| yn.username: i love you too (i am sobbing)

user: harry’s comment is so cute