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[sdmnluvs]

Oh girlies I am sat

[simpstar123]

Happy Sidemen Charity Match Day to those who celebrate 🎉

Max being there for George, Arthur² and Bach being there for George and Chris, and James being there for Will

My heart can't take it 😭

[supergraphicgirl81]

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HARRRRYYYYYYYY 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 my fav awkward man

never knew I needed British men in my life until him

TikTok - @xernxc

[summerjaneee]

Held, Heard, Home

A little something written for those who need a little friendship to cheer you up, Harry Lewis will always look like he needs a hug. Not completely proof-read but scanned Enjoy xoxo Word count: 1.5k

Harry Lewis is feeling a certain down recently, Ethan takes the step to help bog. Sidemen are there for his friend, as they always will be <3

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Ethan had always known Harry to be the kind of person who laughed with his whole chest — the kind of laugh that made other people laugh, even if they didn’t get the joke. But lately, he’d been… muted. Like someone had turned down the volume on him, and no one knew where the remote had gone.

It started with smaller things. Missed messages. Jokes that didn’t land. The kind of silences that stretched just a little too long. Harry stopped staying late after shoots. Stopped showing up early for coffee. And when he was around, his smile looked like something he borrowed and forgot to return. Ethan noticed it before anyone else. Maybe because he looked harder. Maybe because he knew, in that bone-deep, unspoken kind of way that best friends just do. But knowing and helping were two different beasts.

So he tried. In his own gentle way. Bringing over Harry’s favorite snacks. Texting dumb memes at 2 AM. Suggesting games they hadn’t played in years. He even suggested a walk once and Harry had gone quiet, eyes glazed over, then said maybe tomorrow. Tomorrow never came. It was a Wednesday when Ethan made the call. Harry hadn’t answered his messages in two days. The kind of silence that felt heavy. Wrong. And when Ethan swung by his flat that afternoon, he could tell Harry was home, lights off, curtains drawn, but his car parked out front. Ethan stood at the door for a full five minutes before knocking.

Nothing. His stomach twisted. That night, Ethan opened the group chat.

Ethan: Boys, I need your help. It���s about Harry. It only took seconds for responses to roll in. Tobi: What’s going on? Simon: Is he alright? Vik: Ethan? You good? Ethan: I don’t think he’s okay. I’ve been trying to reach him. He’s been… off for a while. And I think it’s getting worse. JJ: I knew something was up. He’s been ghosting shoots. Didn’t even reply to my message about the Sidemen Sunday video. Josh: What can we do? Ethan: We go to him. All of us. He needs to know he’s not alone. There was a pause. Then a flood of thumbs-up emojis and “I’m in.”

They showed up the next evening. Six of them. Not loud, not laughing, just present. Each holding something simple. Josh brought food. JJ brought that ridiculous hoodie Harry always stole. Vik brought a board game. Tobi had his speaker tucked under his arm. Simon had a card, handwritten, folded carefully, something he’d scratched out and rewritten a dozen times. Ethan knocked. Again. Then quietly called through the door. “Haz, it’s us.” A long pause. And then… the door opened. Harry looked like he hadn’t slept in days. His eyes were dull, his skin pale. He wore the same jumper Ethan had seen him in two weeks ago. But more than that — he looked tired. The kind of tired that wasn’t about sleep. The kind that lived behind your ribs. No one said anything for a moment. Then Tobi just stepped forward and wrapped him in a hug. No words. Just warmth. Harry stood there, frozen, until something broke. His arms lifted slowly, hesitantly — and then he gripped Tobi back like he was afraid to let go.

The rest followed. Quiet, strong. Each hug chipped away at the shell Harry had built around himself. No one forced him to talk. They just came in, sat with him, and stayed. They filled the silence with laughter, stories, memories. JJ did impressions. Josh made tea. Vik set up the game. Simon sat beside Harry on the couch, shoulder to shoulder, not saying a word. Ethan watched it all from the kitchen, eyes stinging. It wasn’t a fix. It wasn’t magic. But it was something. And Harry — for the first time in weeks — let himself feel it. Let himself be seen. The mask slipped.

Eventually, as the sky outside faded into blue, Harry spoke. “I didn’t know how to say it,” he whispered. Ethan sat beside him. “Say what?” “That I wasn’t okay. That I didn’t know how to be around people anymore. That waking up felt… like a chore.” No one moved. No one rushed to fill the silence. “You didn’t have to say it,” Simon said gently. “We see you, mate. We love you. All of us.” Harry blinked hard. “I thought I’d bring everyone down.” “You’re not a burden,” Vik said. “You’re our friend.” “You’re family,” JJ added. Harry looked at them all — really looked. And for the first time, he didn’t feel like he had to smile to be loved. He just was. He tugged the sleeves of his jumper down over his hands, fidgeting with the hem. “Thanks for coming,” he said quietly. Ethan nudged him with his elbow. “We never left.” That night, the flat was full again. Full of laughter. Music. Quiet check-ins. The sound of pizza boxes opening. The sound of hearts being held. Harry didn’t feel healed. But he felt something else. Held. Heard. Home. And for the first time in a long time, that was enough to start with. The days that followed weren’t miraculous. There were no overnight transformations. No sudden bursts of joy or clarity. But there was a shift — a subtle, quiet one. Like the first hint of light before sunrise. Harry woke up the morning after the boys came over and stared at his ceiling for a long time. For once, the weight on his chest wasn’t as unbearable. It was still there — he wouldn’t lie to himself about that — but it didn’t feel like it was going to crush him. Not with them around. He got out of bed. That alone felt like something. In the kitchen, a note was stuck to the fridge. Ethan’s handwriting. “Didn’t want to wake you. But we’re all just a call away. Proud of you already. — E.” Below it was a sticky note in Simon’s messy scrawl: “Eat something. If it’s pizza again, I swear to god.” Harry smiled. A real one, small and crooked.

That weekend, they didn’t make a big deal about anything. No deep talks. No forced moments. They just showed up. Tobi started dragging Harry out on morning walks. Nothing intense — just ten, fifteen minutes. Sometimes they didn’t even talk. Just the crunch of leaves underfoot, the occasional point at a dog or a bird or a cloud that looked like a potato. It helped more than Harry expected. Josh dropped off groceries once a week, always slipping in little things he knew Harry liked — strawberry yoghurt, peanut M&M’s, the fancy bread he used to make fun of. JJ started coming around randomly with music. Full USBs of curated playlists. “This one’s for getting out of bed,” he’d say. “This one’s for rage-cleaning your room. And this one’s just… for when your head’s noisy.” Vik invited him over for low-stress hangouts. No cameras, no pressure. Just gaming nights where losing didn’t matter and no one asked, “Are you alright?” every five seconds. And Simon — Simon just kept showing up. Sometimes with takeout. Sometimes with nothing at all. He’d sit on the floor and scroll through TikToks, narrating them dramatically until Harry cracked up. Ethan was the quiet backbone of it all. Checking in, listening, giving space when needed and stepping in when Harry drifted too far into himself.

Then came a night in mid-November. The group had planned a low-key evening — movie marathon, snacks, nothing heavy. They piled onto the couch like kids, arguing over which Lord of the Rings film to start with. Harry was tucked between Simon and Tobi, blanket half-draped over his legs. He laughed at something JJ said — a proper, full laugh. It caught them off guard. The room stilled for just a second. Ethan smiled across the room. Not a loud, victorious smile — just one of quiet recognition. Later that night, when the movie played and most of them were dozing off, Harry looked over at Ethan. “Hey,” he said. Ethan turned. “Yeah?” “Thanks for not giving up on me.” Ethan’s eyes softened. “Mate. There’s no version of this where I would’ve.” Harry nodded, throat tight. “I’m scared, sometimes. That I’ll slip back. That I won’t be enough.” Ethan leaned in a little closer. “We all slip. But we catch each other. That’s the point, yeah?” Harry didn’t trust his voice, so he just nodded again. And Ethan added, “You’re more than enough, Haz. Always have been.”

The healing was slow. Some days Harry still stayed in bed longer than he wanted to. Some nights he felt the familiar ache settle in his chest like an unwanted visitor. But now, he wasn’t alone in it. He wasn’t pretending anymore. He started therapy, on Tobi’s recommendation. Quietly. Privately. One session at a time. He let himself start journaling. Something Vik had mentioned helped him in uni. He didn’t overthink it — just little entries. Sometimes one line: “Got out of bed. Ate real food. Didn’t feel fake around the guys.” And every time he doubted himself — every time the old thoughts tried to crawl back in — he remembered the night they all came over. The laughter. The food. The ridiculous hoodie. The music playlists. The way no one asked for anything except for him to be. They gave him space to breathe again. To exist. To start over. And that, more than anything, was what saved him.

[sipkntl]

more harold centic sdmn stuff

[thencomethecherryblossoms]

For a woman who says she isn’t into blondes, I sure do think about Will Poulter, Harry Lewis, Rudy Pankow, Drew Starkey and Damian Hardung a lot

[kookoomaniac1]

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[sidemenxyn]

Platonic!Sidemen x Autistic!Reader

Tw: panic, upset reader, oversimplified, overwhelmed and I believe that’s it.

Sorry if this isn’t what this situation may actually look like. I don’t really know exactly everything I have done a bit of research hopefully this is ok.

Text messages are green.

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Tonight you were celebrating, celebrating your friendship with the Sidemen. You had been with the boys for ten years, you started the channel from nothing to amazing things. And tonight you were going to party and celebrate!

You were dressed in your outfit of choice, you had gone out with Talia, Faith, Freya and Ellie to get your outfits and having a little girls day for yourselves. Your outfit suited you very well, it matched your personality and showed your true colours. You were excited, you were excited to see the boys and everyone there.

You were currently just arriving to the event, you had a lift from Tobi as he didn’t live too far from you. So he offered and you accepted, you had your arm around Tobi’s as you both entered the large room. Decorated in xix and sidemen theme items. You were amazed, you and the boys never thought your channel would come this far; so it was a blessing.

You spotted Ethan and Faith, not too far from the bar. So you walked over to them, “Hey guys!” You waved and gave them a hug each. Ethan spoke “you excited, Y/n?” You nodded “yeah, can’t believe it’s ten years!” He too nodded. Faith put her hand out and said “let’s go and get some drinks, darling.” You smiled and took her hand as you both made your way to the bar. You both got some drinks and started up a conversation.

As time passed more people would arrive and start to fill up the place. You really didn’t expect it to be this many people but you were managing for the time being. You were currently standing with Harry, Calfreezy, Chip and Callux. The boys were chewing your ears off as they drank more and more. But it did help you a little as it was more like a distraction from the amount of people there. You were holding onto Harry’s arm as you felt it was a comforting thing to do.

But as time moved on, you grew more and more anxious. The lights started to become brighter, the smells of different cologne and perfume started to fill your lungs, the more people that were there made you feel like your were trapped and it was getting better.

Although you were feeling more anxious time did continue to fly by, not that it felt like it at all but it did.

You felt awful, everything started to make you feel overwhelmed and overstimulated. You knew you couldn’t handle anymore, so you did what you needed to do. You tapped Harry and spoke “I’m gonna go for some fresh air.” He nodded and said “text me if you need anything, ok?” You nodded and quickly left the overcrowded area.

To be honest with you Harry was planning on joining you anytime soon, he couldn’t take it much longer as he too doesn’t like events like this. But he was able to manage it far better than you did. Deep down he knew something was up, he wanted to give you a minute or two alone so you could get some peace and he promised himself that if you were gone for more than five minutes then he’s coming to check on you.

You stumbled out of the area, you weren’t drunk, just overstimulated. You sat down trying to catch your breath, you started to panic. Tears started to form you felt weak like a sick person with no appetite. You couldn’t bear it no more, Tobi was first to notice you weren’t glued to Harry as you usually were. So he went over and asked were you were “Harry, where’s Y/n/n?” He said “gone for some fresh air but I think it might be more than that.” Tobi nodded. Tobi said “I’ll text Y/n, could you go to the bar and ask for a water?” Harry said “yeah, do you want me to text the boys?” Tobi gave him a thumbs up as he started to text you.

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Tobi: Hey, you ok?

Y/n: kinda…

Tobi: where are you?

Y/n: I’m outside by that balcony area

Tobi: omw stay there, ok?

Y/n: 👍

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You were sat on a bench, phone in your lap as tears fell down your cheeks. You felt like you had been drained of all emotions. You heard the door click then open, you looked over to see Tobi and the boys. They closed the door behind them, Ethan and Tobi sat besides you and the rest sat or stood around you. The boys who stood made sure they gave you enough space that didn’t make you feel more uncomfortable. Tobi spoke “here, Harry got you some water for you.” You gave a small smiled and thanked him. Ethan placed an arm on the back of the bench “would you like us to stay out here with you for a bit?” You nodded as you leaned against him. The boys knew that you were overstimulated so they never mentioned it as it was like a unspoken promise that they’d look after you till you felt better.

So what they usually do is ask you things, like what your plans are tomorrow or what video are you going to film next. The boys knew that they would have to take there time. But they knew that no matter the situation you were in or what was happening around you; they’d always be there and stop what they were doing. This was one of many reasons you loved them. You may not be family, but you friends. But this friendship between the eight of you was just like family.

You fidgeted with Ethan’s rings while the boys were in conversation. You slowly became yourself again, knowing you’d probably ruined their fun you spoke “I’m sorry I probably just ruined your night.” The boys were quick to defend Simon said “no you didn’t, honestly your our main priority over a party.” Harry spoke “I couldn’t of lasted any longer either.” JJ said “Y/n, if you need our help we’ll do whatever it takes, even if this party was for us, we don’t care as long as your alright.” The boys agreed. Ethan looked at his phone and told you “Faith has just texted me and said that there isn’t much people there now. Only close friends and family.” You asked “really?” He nodded and showed a little video Faith made showing the people there. You said “I can deal with that.” You smiled more now.

The boys all gave you a hug each and a kiss on your forehead, a thing they have always down for you, no matter if their in a relationship or not.

You walked back in with the boys and you all enjoyed the rest of the party. The boys enjoyed it way more as there was less people and more people that they knew well. Which made your night a lot better than before. You were glad you had them as friends. The boys always have your back no matter the circumstances. They love you and you loved them.

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Hi! Hope this is what you wanted, sorry if it wasn’t what you had in mind. If you would like to ask for more thing your more than welcome. Anyone is welcome to ask ideas for me to post I’m more than happy to do that. Have a good day/night! 🫶

[sdmnluvs]

This might be an unpopular opinion but the sidemen taskmaster that was uploaded today, is in my opinion the funniest video they have uploaded in a while.

Adore them so much but I haven’t finished a recent video properly in a while but I was laughing my way through this one.

[severedheadz]

haven’t used tumblr in such a long time, but i figured i’d start posting my art here as well…

here’s my zerkaa fan art for your eyes! ✨🎀

pls consider following my instagram for more sidemen art! @/anastazia.art

https://www.instagram.com/anastazia.art?igsh=cnRvMTNmajRueGtk&utm_source=qr

[fluorocoast]

spinning wroetostar hug you'll always be famous

[supergraphicgirl81]

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[psycliques]

[sipkntl]

I'm in too deep

ft. a study of various internet people

[thencomethecherryblossoms]

Having JJ’s boyfriends (mr beast and Logan Paul) at the charity match but not bach and the Arthurs is insane to me actually

[bethorwhateverr]

Guys idk what to do now Inside has finished😭

I’d watch it on the train on the way to work, or after I woke up on my days off… I’m so lost now😂