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buzzyb33 · 1 year ago

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I’ve been so obsessed with sidemen recently it’s so bad😭 specifically Tobi if I’m honest, hes literally so sweet I love him sm

anywayss I was hoping for a friends with benefits type fic w tobi, where him and reader kinda just will do whatever they feel like with eachother, whether that be cuddling, being each others plus ones to events, doing other fun things (😳). they’re basically dating at this point but neither of them have the guts to flat out say anything about it.

maybe tobi is talking with the other sidemen and casually mentions that he’s shared a couple kisses with reader (or more idk🤭) and they all encourage him to just ask her out on a real date

just wanted to send something in bc I’ve been obsessed with this man for a while now😭 you don’t have to write this if you don’t feel like it! thank you!!

ps: love your work, your writing style is so amazing and perfect 🩷

TOBI? OF COURSEEEE

Prompt: since Tobi used one of his passes to be Y/ns plus one to a wedding the boys have been suspicious. Though she was already a friend of them then two seem closer than ever

Warnings: suggestive content,

Tobi sighs as he gets to the set, he hasn’t seen the boys in roughly a week as he went out with Y/n to a wedding as her plus one, his mind was full of her still.

The two were close, she held him when his mental health declined and he was feeling down, in the comfort of their little relationship.

He also held her when she was getting trolled on the internet, which was massively getting her down.

And when Tobi got a little tipsy at the sidemen 10 year party you two got frisky in a corner- ending in you going back to his hotel room with him which ended in expected sex.

When you got nominated and won an award for the female content creator of the year along with Eleanore Neale he buried his head between your thighs to congratulate you.

Also when he scored the sixth goal in the sidemen charity match- to congratulate him he got back to his hotel room when you came to speak to him, he shut the door and you instantly sunk to your knees before him.

“Well done tobi.. my way of saying well done? I’m not good with my words..” you peered up at him as you worked on his jeans.

But as he stood before you during one of your old school friends wedding in your blue thigh high dress, your beautiful smile accompanying that.

Sighing, he walked into the house for the recording and was met with a cheer.

“Tobjzl! What do we owe the pleasure!?” Ethan calls with a grin on his face.

Rolling his eyes in response and sitting down on the settee next to josh and Harry.

“Where was you last week?” JJ questions with a surprising amount of genuine confusion in his voice.

“I was at a wedding.” He replied.

“Who got married?”

“My friends friend.”

“JJ he was with Y/n the whole weekend.” Simon interjects with a wiggle of his eyebrows.

Tobi's response is a simple eye roll but as JJ laughs and Simon seems to be waiting for a confirmation or even a denial he reluctantly speaks up: "she asked me to be her plus one- Simon just called me when we was talking."

"She your girl?" Josh grins with a nudge to Tobis side.

“No.”

He wants her to be.

During the recording he checked his phone briefly and seen a message from no other than the girl he was infatuated with reading out an innocent “will you come over later?”

Meeting Josh for lunch the next day after having a night with Y/n, his mind a nice set of bliss.

The way her lips moved with his- her hands on his shoulders in a desperate way, how she whispered how much she missed h-

“Tobi, are you listening?”

“Tobi?” Josh’s voice sounds through his clouded mind.

“Yeah- sorry mate- what?”

“I was just saying how lannan was flying down soon- tobi, are you alright?” Josh’s voice masks concern.

“Yeah- I’m just a bit distracted..”

“With what?”

“… y/n.”

Josh smiles slightly. “What? Have you got a date?”

“That’s the thing- we’ve you know- but I don’t know if it’s just.. physical or she wants something- I do, I’m ready to commit but-“ he sighs.

“Have you shagged?” He urges.

“Well- yeah.”

Josh nodded slowly.

“Tobi- she initiates conversation just as you from what you say so just- ask her but make sure it’s clear of your intentions,”

“Okay- yeah, okay..”

Tobi forced the thought of you to the back of his mind as he spoke to Josh over food, nice conversations flowing.

I get a knock at my door and flat out my grey vest.

I open the door and see Tobi, a surprising factor as he normally messages me.

“Tobi! Did you leave something here or?..” I ask with a smile.

“No, no, uh can I come in?” He questions with a nervous smile, both hands behind his back.

“Yeah- course.”

I step out of the way and he exhale deeply, pulling his hands from behind his back and handing me a beautiful bouquet of light blue and pink lilies.

“Will- do you wanna go out? Properly? On a real date?” He taps his foot lightly as I look in awe at the flowers.

“Tobi- of course I will… You got me flowers?” I whisper as I feel my water line fill with tears.

“Great! And yeah I got you flowers- do you not like them?” A smile adorns his lips as he speaks, nervousness still swimming in his dark eyes.

“I- love them.. I’ve never got flower’s before..” I reply with a hint of emotion.

“A beautiful girl like you should get flowers every waking minute.” He grins softly as I hurry into my kitchen to put them in a vase.

I feel his eyes on me and as I cut the tips I turn to face him, hugging him tightly.

“You- wanna get serious? Not just.. what we do?” I ask as he squeezes me back.

“Yeah, I do, if you’re okay with that.” He murmured softly into my hair as he sways with me in his arms.

“I’m great with that.”

A/n:

JAMES MARRIOTT IS UP NEXT!!

Anyway I really hope you like this I’m sorry it’s short I was struggling a bit feel free to request some more!!

Requests are open

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sour--disposition · 4 years ago

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Damage Control

harry lewis x fem!reader

This is Part 2 to Bad Girlfriend, which you can find here

You looked down to your phone, rolling your eyes at the name and photo popping up on the screen. “Hello”, you sighed, answering the call and sitting back down on the sofa.

“Y/N…”, Ethan trailed off. “We really need to talk to you. Harry’s really not doing well and we don’t know what else we can do to try and help him”, he told you.

You let your head fall back against the back of the sofa, letting out a deep breath. “I know you hate me and the rest of the boys and Harry, but he needs you”, Ethan begged.

“Where are you?”, you asked heavily.

“We’re all at Harry’s”, Ethan told you. “Thank you”.

Within half an hour, you’d managed to navigate the London traffic that separated both yours and Harry’s apartments. You were still pulling the hoodie over your head when you walked into the lift and hit the button for Harry’s floor. Ethan was waiting for you outside of the front door, arms crossed over his chest as he paced around a small section of the corridor.

“Hey”, he sighed, a small ounce of relief seeming to wash over him.

“Where is he?”, you asked instead of a greeting. Ethan nodded, and motioned for you to follow him into the apartment. As you expected, he led you down to Harry’s room. You passed the living room, where a multitude of shoes and coats had been discarded, and straight into the bedroom where the rest of the Sidemen and Cal congregated.

You got a few looks from some of the boys as you walked through the group and made a beeline for Harry’s bed. “Hey”, you whispered, perching yourself on the side of his bed.

Harry looked up at you, tears immediately filling his eyes. He pulled the duvet up and around his face more, trying to hide his blotchy skin and the dried tear tracks that you’d already noticed. “What’s this about?”, you asked him quietly.

“He won’t speak to us”, Josh said, voice laced with frustration and worry. You nodded at him before turning back to face Harry.

“I can’t help if you don’t speak to me”, you told him.

As much as Harry had hurt you, nothing hurt more than walking away from his front door after returning the cardboard box with his stuff in it. Seeing him like this, as a shell of the person you thought you were going to spend forever with, was crushing.

You rested your palm on the side of Harry’s face, feeling the rough facial hair that had been building up on his cheeks since you’d last left his apartment. “Harry”, you whispered. You left your spot on the side of the bed in favour of kneeling on the floor so you could come face to face with him, chin propped on his mattress. You let a hand rest on his hair, scratching his scalp gently. “Please”.

“I’m so sorry”, he choked suddenly. “I’m so sorry”, he repeated, just as brokenly.

Fresh tears were running down Harry’s cheeks, dampening the pillowcase under his face. “Is that what’s caused this?”, you asked him gently, swooping your thumb down to wipe away a few of his tears. Harry’s nod was barely noticeable. “Will you talk to me about it?”, you asked, voice still just as soft.

Harry’s eyes met yours before darting around the room. You could see when he’d made his decision, recoiling back in on himself. “Tell you what, I’ll bring you a brew and give you a bit and then see how you’re doing”, you suggested, standing up from your spot and turning around to make your way out of the room.

You turned back to the boys, silently urging them out of the room before pulling Harry’s bedroom door shut and walking towards the kitchen to make him the promised cup of tea.

“Shouldn’t someone be in there with him?”, Vik asked.

“No”, you told him simply. “He’s not the best with people anyway but he’ll just be overwhelmed with this many people if he’s this upset”, you explained. As you waited for the kettle to boil, back rested against the kitchen counter, you turned to Cal. “How long has he been like this?”, you asked him.

“I mean, he’s been bad since you left him”, Cal said with a slight edge to his voice. “But he’s been bad since you brought his stuff round”, he sighed.

“Are you saying that this is my fault?”, you asked, voice turning defensive. The six other men in the room stiffened. Cal hadn’t been there for the blowout between you and Harry and you doubted that he’d been informed about anything that was said.

“Maybe this is a conversation for later”, Josh tried to mediate, voice hesitant and wary.

“No, she needs to hear that this is her fault”, Cal defended. “Bog’s in there on his arse because she’s a selfish cow”, he spat.

You scoffed, turning around to busy yourself with making Harry a cup of tea. “Look”, you said, before anyone could step in and cause any arguments. “You can think what you want about me, but I’m just trying to help Harry. If you don’t want me here, I’ll leave”, you told him simply.

Cal was silent after that and stayed out of the way. He refused to look at the others who kept sending him funny looks and he stepped out of your way when you went to take Harry’s drink down to him. Your murmured ‘thank you’ when unacknowledged, but you couldn’t find it within yourself to care.

Harry was in the same position that you’d left him in, bundled up in the duvet staring blankly ahead at the wall. “Here you go”, you said, placing the cup down on the side table, perching on the side of the bed as you did so. Your hand returned to his hair, stroking through the messy, knotty pile of dirty blond. “I’ll come back in a bit, yeah? Drink that and see if you come ‘round a bit”, you told him, letting your hand have one more smooth over his hair before you got up and left.

You paused in the hallway after you’d shut Harry’s door. You let your head lean back against the wall as you tried and failed to fight the tears that had been bubbling just beneath the surface ever since you’d arrived at Harry’s. Seeing him in the state he was in seemed to reopen all the wounds that you’d managed to emergency triage over the last week or so and it ached so deeply that you didn’t know how to cope.

“Y/N?”, a voice asked from down the hallway. You stood up straight as quick as you could, scrubbing the tears off of your face and sniffing unattractively. “Are you okay?”, Josh asked you, coming closer.

“Yeah”, you told him, but your blotchy face and broken voice gave you away instantly.

“Freya told me how hard this has been for you”, Josh whispered, standing in front of you. “I tried to get Ethan to not call you but…”, he trailed off. “I’m so sorry”, he said.

“What for?”, you asked him, running the sleeves of your jumper under your eyes once again.

“Harry told us everything… I hope”, Josh started. “We were all awful to you and we thought we were protecting Harry. You don’t deserve any of that”, he told you.

“Cal clearly doesn’t have that idea”, you laughed sadly. “Me and Harry both kept secrets, we thought it was the best thing for the both of us. If I knew he was this bad…”, you trailed off.

“Come on, there’s a tea for you in here”, Josh said, guiding you towards the living room. He handed you a cup of tea that had been left on the side for you and went to sit down with the rest of the boys. You sat down in the free corner of the sofa, putting your cup down so you could wipe your tears once again.

“Why did you never tell us?”, Simon asked. “How bad he’d got? Why did you let us hate you?”.

“I don’t know”, you told him truthfully. “It was easier, I guess”, you shrugged.

“If we’d have known…”, Tobi started, trying to find the right words. “I don’t know, we’d have done something, though”. Each of the boys looked distressed, seeing Harry the way he was was taking a toll on everyone, but so was finding out the truth after 6 years worth of lies.

“I know that, but I don’t think he did. Or does”, you said sadly. “He’s terrified of disappointing any of you. I was terrified of disappointing him”, you shrugged weakly. “So I did everything I could to make sure that I didn’t”, you admitted.

Talking about it felt like pouring salt in the reopened wounds. “I guess that didn’t work”, you whispered to yourself, but the room was so deathly quiet that you may as well have shouted it.

“What do you mean?”, Ethan asked. “What didn’t work?”.

“Harry’s always deserved better than me, I guess he finally figured that out”, you said, as though it was obvious. 6 of the 7 faces in front of you wore incredulous expressions. “What?”.

“Harry said that he’s always thought you deserved better than him”, Josh told you sadly. “That that’s why he tried to push you away”.

You looked down to the cup in your hands, fingers tapping relentlessly as you tried to process what Josh had just told you without breaking down into floods of tears once again. “I never knew that”, you said, voice cracking around your tears. “I never thought it would end up like this”.

Nobody knew what to say to you. Josh and Simon had an idea from Freya and Talia about how hard this had hit you and you still dropped everything and came running when Ethan told you that Harry needed your help.

“I know I don’t know everything and I probably have no right to even say anything, but it’s painfully obvious that the two of you still love each other”, Josh told you. “You’re the only person he’s interacted with, let alone spoken to, in the last week”, he reminded you.

“What if loving each other isn’t enough?”, you asked brokenly. You could see the pity written across everyone’s face, even Cal’s, but that did nothing to ease the pain that was hacking away at your insides.

It was clear that no one had an answer, so you sat up straight, took a deep breath and wiped your face. “I’ll be back in a bit”, you told them. “I’ll text someone if we need anything”, you promised.

You knocked on Harry’s bedroom door, but didn’t wait for a response before walking in and pushing the door half shut behind you. The mug on his side table was empty but Harry had curled himself back under the covers. He looked to you when you came in, before letting his eyes drift closed. He looked exhausted, but you weren’t surprised if he hadn’t been looking after himself.

“What can I do?”, you asked, sitting down next to Harry. He only shrugged in response, still not opening his eyes. “Harry, this isn’t safe, baby”, you whispered, letting your hand rest on his face again. You watched as Harry leaned into your touch, moving his head slightly so that as much of your skin as possible was touching his.

“I’m sorry”, he whispered again, voice a little less hoarse than before. “I don’t deserve this”.

“That’s not your choice”, you told him. “I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t want to”, you promised him.

“Don’t”, Harry said, voice as harsh as it could be given how weak he was. “I don’t deserve you looking after me again. Don’t lie and tell me you want to be here”, he whispered.

“Okay”, you said. “Sitting here hurts more than walking out the other week”, you admitted. “Because I still love you and seeing you like this is breaking my heart even more than it already is”.

Harry squeezed his eyes shut again, stray tears leaking out of the corners. In a change of plan, you stood up and went to the bathroom, grabbing the comb off of the side of the sink. “Let me know if it hurts”, you told him, before taking a small section of his hair and started working the comb through the very ends, working your way down to the roots.

You sat in the same position, slowly working your way through Harry’s hair, for 20 minutes. You did your best to cause him as little pain as possible, but some of the knots kept snagging on the comb because of how big they were. “Beautiful”, you smiled, putting the comb down on the side before turning back to him.

“Thank you, feels better”, he mumbled.

“I’m glad”, you told him, running your fingers through his, albeit greasy, knot-free hair. “Feel like taking a shower?”, you asked him, knowing Harry would find it hard to resist, especially if he hadn’t showered in a good few days.

“Wanna, but I’m too tired”, Harry murmured.

“Bath?”, you asked him. “I’ll get it running so all you need to do is go sit in there once it’s full”, you offered. You watched as the idea ran through Harry’s mind for a few moments, before he smiled up at you weakly and nodded.

Once you’d set the water running, you wandered back through to Harry’s room, sitting down next to him again. “Things aren’t right without you here”, Harry admitted. “Feels wrong”.

“I know”, you said.

“I wish I didn’t ruin everything”, he whispered.

“Josh said you always thought I deserved better than you, that that’s why you pushed me away”, you told him.

Harry looked confused. “Yeah”, he said, like it was obvious. “You’ve always deserved so much better than I can give you”.

“I always thought you deserved better than me”, you admitted. “How were we together for 6 years and didn’t even cover the basics?”, you scoffed.

“You thought you weren’t enough?”, Harry asked, and you could practically hear his heart breaking even more in his chest.

“You tried to push me away, I did everything I could to make sure I never disappointed you… I guess it was a cycle that just needed breaking”, you said sadly. “Your bath will be ready, go on”, you instructed.

While Harry was in the bath, you dug him out some clothes and a few towels and left them folded up on the sink before returning to his bedroom and finding out a fresh set of bedding.

By the time Harry had dried himself off from the bath and gotten dressed, you’d stripped and remade the bed and shoved the bedding into a laundry basket. “You didn’t have to do this”, Harry told you as soon as he spotted the fresh bedding.

“I know, but I need you to be okay and looking after you is the only way I know to make sure that you’re okay”, you told him honestly.

“Are you okay?”, Harry asked you bluntly, coming to sit on his bed. “Tell me the truth”, he whispered, taking your fingers in his.

“No”, you admitted quietly, eyes trained on your fingers.

“Talk to me”, he said quietly.

“I’m not ready to stop loving you yet but I’m scared that it’s not enough to try and make this work”, you said, eyes burning with brewing tears. “I don’t think I can ever stop loving you”, you croaked, tears finally spilling over and dropping onto your conjoined fingers.

Harry wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you between his legs, tucking your head beneath his chin. He squeezed you tightly as you sobbed unabashedly into his chest. Harry kept his head rested on yours, keeping you cocooned in his frame. It also meant that you wouldn’t be able to see the tears flooding his eyes at the sight of you so broken.

“I know I’ll never be able to stop loving you”, he admitted quietly, lips catching on your hair as he spoke. “I know the second tries have never worked before, but we never actually spoke about what was wrong”, Harry told you.

“Maybe breaking up and getting the whole truth out to everyone was the best thing that could happen for us”, you said weakly. “Well, I say that like you’ve not just had your first shower in a week and I’m not holding things together by a thread”, you snorted.

“I meant what I said”, Harry said suddenly after a few moments of silence. “Things aren’t right when you aren’t in my life. And it’s not just because we’ve been together for 6 years”, he told you. “I mean, like, I’ll see something on twitter and my first thought is that you’d find it funny, and how I nearly started crying in M & S because they were out of your favourite pasta shapes and then I remembered how much you hate M & S so I had to leave before I had a breakdown in the pasta aisle”, Harry said.

“I cried in Asda because I walked past a couple bickering about sushi and whether or not it was nice”, you admitted before laughing through the remnants of your tears as you sat up. “We’ve spoken more today than we have in the last 2 years”, you reminded him.

“Maybe another shot is worth it. You make me too happy to not try”, Harry whispered, resting a hand on your cheek and smiling softly when you leaned into it. “I love you too much not to try”.

Instead of replying, you leaned forward and pressed your lips to Harry’s. “I love you, too”, you whispered against his lips. You kissed him once more before pulling back and smiling at him.

You and Harry walked back out into the living room a few moments later, both still with blotchy faces and drying tear tracks and a few fingers hooked together. Harry ducked his head, a shy smile crossing his face when he saw that everyone was staring at the two of you.

Harry smushed himself into the corner of the sofa and quickly pulled you down to sit in the small space beside him. His arm rested over the back of the sofa, fingers twiddling your hair absentmindedly as you let your head drop to his shoulder tiredly.

“So... you all good, Bog?”, Ethan asked warily.

Harry turned to you briefly, an unmistakable look of bliss settling onto his features when your eyes darted up to meet his. The smile that you gave him pulled all the broken pieces back to the centre and the way you rubbed your cheek sleepily against his shoulder glued them all back together again.

Harry looked back up to Ethan, letting his arm behind your head drop down to cradle your shoulder and hold you to his body.

“Never better, mate”

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haroldbog · 4 years ago

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Wholesome AF

#haroldbog #harry lewis #w2s #wroetoshaw #sidemen #sidemen sundays #sidemen sunday #simon minter #behzinga #ksi #tobjzl #zerkaa #vikkstar123

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asophiac · 4 years ago

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Right Chapter 1

Don’t steal my work please 😊 my other account is SophiaLikesThings

"Hi, I'm Tobi." The shorter one of the bunch greeted us.

"So, You will watch the others go through, then we will call you up and you'll have your turn." He explained

"Connie you're up"

🦋---🦋

"Hi I'm Connie Faye, I'm 22, and I am from Reading England." Connie stood in front of the cardboard cut out.

"How do you think this is gonna go lad?" I leaned over to a nervous Sam.

---

"Hi, I'm JJ, I'm 27 and do you mind if I show you something cute"

"Go for it."

He turned around to show Connie her reflection

"Awe, yeah you can go over there." She pointed to the giant yes sign behind them

"Oh, I meant the mirror was cute."

"Too late, you already said I was cute." She forced the complement onto herself

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"Uh, This is nerve racking innit, her boyfriend is right there and he looks like he is about to kill me." Harry pointed to where Sam was standing

"Just go, Harry!" Vik rushed him along.

"Hi, I'm Harry, I'm 24, and are you sitting on the f5? Because your ass looks refreshing." He stuttered due to the fact Sam stood only 5 feet away.

"Sorry love, I don't think you could handle me." She pointed in the other direction, causing all the boys to erupt into a fit of laughter.

---

The next guy stepped up, he was wearing a plaid bomber jacket, a graphic t-shirt, and some glasses.

"Hi, I'm Callum, I'm 24 and what, the oh fuck, I fucked up already." He turned

around as if anybody behind him could tell him what he was supposed to say.

"Let me try again, Hi, I'm Callum. I'm 24, and if I flip a coin, what are the chances I get head."

"What?" Connie was confused.

"He wants you to give him head." I yelled out.

"Oh, no." She pointed to where Harry was.

---

"You look fancy." She complemented Tobi.

"Why thank you, I'm Tobi, I'm 26, and I like suits."

"That's it? Uh, yeah go on then." She pointed to the right.

---

"Hi, I'm Simon, I'm 27, and I bet I can touch your belly button...from the inside."

"I like how you winced when you said that." She pointed out the fact he was uncomfortable.

He just nodded.

"Well, Unfortunately, I am friends with Talia so it's gonna be a no."

"Yeah, I figured." He sighed as Callum greeted him with a hug.

---

"I'm Vik, I'm 24, and I could teach you a thing or two about minecraft, because your boyfriend sucks at bedwars."

I laughed knowing that angered Sam.

"Hey, he may be shit, but you're no better.

"ABSOLUTELY FERAL." JJ laughed.

"You know what, I'm just gonna go over there."

"As you should." She laughed along with the others.

---

"Hi, I'm Josh, I'm 27, You like Harry potter?"

"Yeah, I guess. I do."

"Are you Dumbledore because-." She cut him off.

"No." She knew what he was about to say.

"Okay." He walked over to the others as if nothing just happened.

"Plus you already have a beautiful girlfriend." She tried to cheer him up.

---

"Hi, I'm Steven, but you can call me Tank, because I love the taste of women." He stood there with a big grin.

"That is so mean." I gasped.

"It's a no, you just disrespected Deji's dead dog."

"I do not approve!" JJ spoke up.

"Connie's a savage." Steven threw his hands in the air.

---

"Hi I'm Callum, I'm 27, and I heard that you like poems, so I got Harry to write me one." He pulled out a piece of paper from his cargo pants.

"Oh god."

"Uh... Roses are red, JJ's penis is bigger, but let's not forget he is a... massive public figure and that would obviously make it really hard to date him, So you should swipe right on me." He read aloud.

"Sure." She gave in.

"Yeah!" The boys celebrated for him.

"Diversity!" He cheered walking over to JJ and Tobi.

---

"Hello I'm Ethan, I'm 24, and I can be your player 2." He tried to cater to her Gamer type.

"I'm not a gamer, sorry." She pointed to the left. "That's it?"

"Yeah." They stopped rolling.

🦋---��

"Lucinda your turn."

I walked up to my marker and saw Harry and Simon chit chatting in the back.

"And rolling." The producer said

"Hi, I'm Lucinda May, I'm 22 and I'm originally from Doncaster, but am based in London!"

"Hi I'm Tobi, I'm 26, and I may be a chauffeur, but you're driving me crazy."

"Sorry, I don't have a licence so I can't drive." I felt bad swiping left.

"But I can drive you places." He tried to get me to change my mind.

"I've already invested many pounds in my bus card, so I'm okay."

---

"Hi, I'm Callum, I'm 27 and you used to date Mason Mount?" He asked.

"I did, yeah almost two years."

"Really? I love him." Harry interrupted our conversation.

"Harry, not now." Callum turned to him.

"Anyway, You've been with a footballer, now it's time for you to be with a real baller." He made a cringey joke.

"No, thank you, I've learned that ballers are players, so..." Everyone gasped as I basically just admitted to being cheated on.

"Fair." He shrugged, walking over to Tobi.

---

"Hi, I'm Vikk and I can play football better than your ex." he stood up straight, confidentally.

"Are all your guy's pick up lines about my ex?" I asked, they all nodded.

"All right then, no because you aren't on the team and he is." I pointed at a laughing Callum and Tobi.

---

"Hi, I'm Josh, I'm 27 and did it hurt when you fell from the vending machine? Because you look like a snack."

"I'm a full course meal, next." I laughed.

---

"Hi, I'm Steven, and we're a perfect match, because I like being pegged, and I know you fucked an asshole before."

"While that is true...Absolutely not." I shook my head.

---

"Hi, I'm Callum, I'm 24 and I hear you used to date Mason Mount... so you clearly have a shit taste in men... I'd think we'd get along."

"You just insulted my taste so... no."

"She's just rejecting all of us." He sighed.

"It is nothing against all of you, I'm just hard to handle because of my ADHD." I apologized.

"That's okay, I'm just joking." He laughed along, standing next to the other boys.

---

"Hello I'm-" JJ just froze.

"Just hit unpause." Ethan handed me a remote.

"No, I don't think I want to."

"I'll take care of that." Simon picked him up and carried him over to the left side of the room.

---

"Hi, I'm harry, I'm 24 and if you were a flower, you'd be a DAMNdelion." He pointed at me, I let out a giggle.

"Isn't a dandelion a weed though?" I asked.

"Fucking hell." He started walking over to the left.

"No, I like the effort and you are cute so you can go over there." I pointed to the empty right side of the room.

Everyone cheered as I finally said yes to someone.

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"Hi, I'm Simon, you know my girlfriend, so I know you're gonna say no, but Harry was telling me that he fancies you so, can he have your number so he can take you on a date?" Simon started playing matchmaker.

"Yeah sure." I blushed.

"Really?" Harry's eyes widened.

"Yeah."

He quickly took his phone out and handed it to me.

"Here you go." I smiled, handing it back.

Everyone just started cheering for Harry.

"As for you simon...You're right it is gonna be a no." I sighed.

🦋---🦋

"I'll text you later." He rubbed the back of his neck.

"Looking forward to it." I kissed his cheek

"Luci, we gotta go." Sam yelled

Y'all writing irl tinder is weird but I promise this whole mason thing is gonna go into play very soon

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boomcrunch · 4 years ago

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sdmn my beloved <3

#sidemen #sdmn #sidemen fanart #ksi #wroetoshaw #miniminter #vikkstar123 #tobjzl #behzinga #zerkaa #they r besties <3 #harry and vik r listening to edm #ethan has his floofy hair from a few months ago bc that was the elite haircut #jjs hand looks rly weird but oh well

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blazerator · 4 years ago

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Made the sidemen to a GTA cover

#sidemen #gta #gtav #meme #miniminter #ksi #logan paul #vikkstar123 #tobjzl #behzinga #wroteshaw #calfreezy

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anniee · 4 years ago

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SHUT UP!! 😭🥺

#I need them to go and meet lando after the race #Please!!#lando norris #zerkaa #miniminter #tobjzl #vikkstar123 #sidemen #team quadrant #mclaren #f1 #formula 1 #f1 fandom #f1blr #formula one #f1driver

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howhottyisyourbotty · 4 years ago

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Just something I’d like to share

I would love a Tgfbro and sidemen collab but their humour is different

Tgf like to chat shit, say random stuff and tell inside jokes and in my opinion, they’re a lot more funnier than Sidemen but Sidemen’s humour is very different. The people who would fit in with the tgf crew would be JJ and maybe Harry and Ethan. Plus, the content is different like Tgf do random shit with barely any planning sometimes and Sidemen love to plan their videos to the fullest.

I would love to see a collab but it’ll probably be kinda awkward humour wise.

#behzinga #ethan payne #harry lewis #sdmn #sidemen #tgf fandom #ksiolajidebt #ksi #miniminter #tobjzl #wroetoshaw #vikkstar123 #ksimon #youtube #zerkaa

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w2soneshots · 9 months ago

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They recreated the photo!🥹💕

#w2s #wroetoshaw #harry lewis #tobjizzle #tobjzl #tobi brown #then vs now #recent

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redxll · 4 years ago

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When your sad but you remember its Sunday so that means you get a main channel vidoe

Great vidoe:) well done jj and josh

#sidemen sunday #sidemen #zerkaa #tobjzl #ksi #behzinga #wroetoshaw #miniminter #vikkstar123

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cantaloupe-pants · 4 years ago

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shoutout to all of the brave men who sacrificed their hair in honor of the sidemen channel

#literally who gave these guys scissors and clippers #i thought josh and tobi would have some chill bUT NOOOO #and harry being the one who genuinely tries #sidemen #wroetoshaw #ksi #miniminter #zerkaa #tobjzl #behzinga #vikkstar123 #w2s

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sour--disposition · 4 years ago

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Be Alright

tobi brown x fem!reader

Requested: Bella... I’m sending in my second request of today. Can I please get one based off of the song Be Alright but the reader is the one that’s cheated? Either Harry, Vik or Tobi thank you x

please see my pinned post for masterlists and prompt/request info

Your eyes darted away from Tobi’s the minute he looked up to you. You knew that as soon as you saw the pain that was inevitably going to be written all over his face, you’d cave. Your heart would shatter and you’d leave every bit of yourself on the laminate flooring of your kitchen before watching Tobi retreat, never to be seen again.

Tobi’s hand was warm against the sheet of ice that seemed to coat the skin of your fingers. “Please, Y/N”, he said quietly, voice pleading and begging with every inch of it’s tone. “I can see that something’s up. Just… Just tell me and we can figure it out”, Tobi reasoned.

“I made a mistake”, you said, voice wobbling despite all the effort that you were going to to try and keep your words strong. “I - The other night…”, you trailed off, letting your head drop and hang as you tried to find the words.

“What? Smoking? You think I’m gonna get all annoyed over you having a cig?”, Tobi asked incredulously, thinking back to how paranoid you were about hiding the packet and the lighter that had been left on the coffee table of your terrace just a few days ago.

“Ethan left them here”, you whispered, eyes flitting back up to Tobi’s face to catch a quick glance of his reaction.

He looked confused. “Why would you…”, Tobi trailed off, eyes searching your face for answers that your words were failing to provide. The guilty look that had settled over your features seemed to tell enough of a story. You could see the moment that Tobi had read between the lines, connected the dots.

You watched as his face lost all of it’s pressure, muscles going slack in hurt and disbelief. “How could you?”, Tobi spat, voice more vindictive than you’d ever heard it in all of your months together.

“We were drunk. It was an accident. I regretted it as soon as I woke up”, you rushed out, tears blurring over your vision. “I didn’t know how to tell you”, you admitted quietly.

Tobi turned to leave, hand snatching away from yours leaving a cold absence. “Tobi”, you begged, following him down the hallway and towards your front door.

“No. We’re done. Stay away from me”.

Two days later, Tobi found himself huddled up on Josh’s sofa, a few beers deep. Tobi was staring at a picture of the two of you on his phone from a few weeks back. Someone had taken the photo whilst you’d been in the middle of laughing with each other, pure happiness written across the both of your faces.

His thumb hovered over your contact photo. “Don’t, Tobi”, Josh said heavily, coming and sitting himself down next to his friend. “It’s not worth it. Especially not now. Maybe you just need to let her go”, he sighed.

Josh watched as Tobi took a deep swig of the beer in his hand before going to the chain of messages between the two of you and swiping to delete them. He did the same through every app you’d ever communicated on, unfollowing your account and deleting any message thread. Any photos that you were in were deleted from the depths of Tobi’s phone, your contact name changed to simply your first and last name…

Any trace of what you and Tobi had was seemingly deleted from his phone. A weight settled in his chest once he set his phone back on the arm of the chair. “I miss her. I shouldn’t, but I do”, he said quietly, eyes focused on the ceiling.

“I know you love her, but it’s over, mate”, Josh said gently, voice apologetic and sympathetic as he cracked open another beer to hand to his best friend.

“I feel like I left half my soul in her kitchen”, Tobi said, voice devoid of emotion.

Josh looked to Tobi, from the vacant look in his eye to the slumped posture he rarely saw Tobi sporting. It was clear to Josh that you’d done quite the number on Tobi and, no matter how much you regretted what had happened, there was nothing you could ever do to fix the damage that your actions had caused.

He sighed, turned to Tobi to try and offer whatever he could to ease the pain that his best friend was in, even if it was only temporarily. But Josh knew that there was little he could do to help, all he could do was be there for Tobi, talk when he wanted and provide the beer when he didn’t.

“It’ll be alright, Tobi”.

#Tobi Brown #tobjzl #tbjzl #tbjzl imagine #tobi brown imagine #tobjzl imagine #tobi brown oneshot #tobi brown x reader #tobjzl x reader #tbjzl x reader #tbjzl oneshot #tobjzl onshot #sidemen #sidemen imagine #sidemen onshot #sidemen x reader #uk youtube #uk youtube imagine

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