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How sidemen react when jealous

Part 1

Ksi , behizinga , W2S

Possessive Gaze

You're at a Sidemen filming day, a chaotic blend of laughter, challenges, and friendly competition. You've become close to all the Sidemen, a sort of honorary member of their inner circle. Today, though, a guest star, a charming social media personality named Liam, is throwing a wrench into the usual dynamic, specifically for JJ.

Liam enters with a vibrant energy, immediately engaging everyone. He's naturally charismatic, with a disarming smile and a way of making each person feel seen. You find yourself drawn into his easygoing conversation, discussing shared interests in music and art.

You and Liam bond quickly over a shared love for obscure indie bands. His eyes light up as you discuss your favorite albums, and he playfully teases you about your "hipster" taste. The banter is lighthearted and fun, a comfortable connection forming effortlessly.

From across the room, JJ watches you and Liam. Initially, he's amused, used to seeing you get along well with everyone. But as the conversation stretches on, and he notices the easy smiles and the way Liam's hand lingers a fraction too long when he gestures, a knot of irritation begins to form in his stomach.

It isn't insecurity that fuels JJ's jealousy, but a possessive protectiveness. You're his girl, and the sight of another man so easily captivating your attention grates on him. A flicker of annoyance crosses his face, a stark contrast to his usual jovial demeanor.

Throughout the filming day, JJ finds ways to subtly interrupt your and Liam's interactions. He'll call you over to "help" with a challenge setup, or pull you into a silly argument about the best way to pronounce a word, anything to insert himself back into your orbit.

During a break, Liam challenges you to a quick game of FIFA. You laugh and accept, playfully trash-talking each other as you grab controllers. JJ, who's usually the first to jump into a FIFA match, pointedly ignores the setup, instead launching into an exaggerated explanation of a complex football strategy to Ethan. But his eyes keep darting back to you and Liam, a simmering intensity in his gaze.

As you celebrate a goal against Liam, you instinctively reach out and give him a high-five. It's a friendly, innocent gesture, but JJ's jaw tightens. He abruptly ends his conversation with Ethan and strides over to the gaming setup.

"Alright, that's enough," JJ announces, plucking the controller from Liam's hand. "Time for the real champion to show you how it's done." He winks at you, a flash of playful challenge in his eyes. "You're up against the master now, Liam. Prepare to be humiliated."

The FIFA game between JJ and Liam becomes intensely competitive. JJ, fueled by his jealousy, plays with a ferocity you've rarely seen. Each goal is met with a triumphant roar and a pointed glance in your direction. Liam, sensing the shift in atmosphere, responds in kind, determined not to be outdone.

As the filming winds down, you find JJ alone in the kitchen, grabbing a drink. You walk over to him, a teasing smile on your face. "Someone was a little territorial today," you say, nudging him playfully.

JJ sighs, running a hand through his hair. "Was I that obvious?" he asks, a sheepish grin spreading across his face. "Look, I just… I like having your attention, yeah? And seeing you laughing with him… It just got to me."

You cup his face in your hands, your thumbs gently tracing the curve of his cheekbones. "JJ, you have all of my attention," you assure him, your voice soft. "Liam's a nice guy, but he's just a friend. You're the one I want to be with."

JJ leans into your touch, his eyes softening. "I know, I know," he murmurs, "It's just… you're amazing, yeah? And I don't want anyone else trying to steal you away." He pulls you closer, wrapping his arms around your waist.

You wrap your arms around JJ's neck, burying your face in his shoulder. "You don't have to worry about that," you whisper. "I'm all yours." He squeezes you tight, a sense of relief washing over him. The jealousy fades, replaced by the comfort of your embrace and the reassurance of your love. He kisses the top of your head, holding you close, content in the knowledge that you're exactly where you're meant to be – in his arms.

A Playful Jab As you pull away, you can't help but tease, "Besides, I think you scared him off with your FIFA skills anyway." JJ laughs, the sound rumbling in his chest. "That's the plan," he says, winking. "Gotta show them who's boss."

The atmosphere at the Sidemen House was buzzing with the usual chaotic energy of a Sunday shoot. Laughter echoed from the kitchen, the aroma of Talia's baking wafted through the air, and the competitive spirit was already high as they planned their next challenge. But something felt different today, at least to Ethan. You were there, of course, your presence always a comforting anchor amidst the madness.

Today's video featured a guest appearance: a charming YouTuber named Alex, known for his quick wit and easygoing nature. You'd met him briefly before, but this was the first time spending any real time together, there were friendly hugs and welcoming smiles.

Ethan watched as you animatedly introduced Alex to everyone, your hand lingering a fraction too long on his arm as you guided him through the house. A flicker of something unfamiliar sparked within him – not insecurity, but a possessive protectiveness he hadn't quite acknowledged before.

The challenge involved a series of silly tasks around the house, designed to create maximum comedic chaos. You and Alex were teamed up, and the dynamic between you was undeniably engaging. You were a natural at the challenges, making him genuinely enjoy the day further.

Ethan found himself increasingly distracted, his eyes drawn to you and Alex as you worked together. Their laughter seemed a little too easy, their inside jokes forming a bubble that excluded everyone else.

Alex, in his eagerness to win, kept playfully nudging you, his hand brushing against yours as you both reached for the same object. Each innocent touch felt like a jolt to Ethan, a physical manifestation of the growing unease within him.

If you looked at Ethan, you would see he was quiet, not his usual joking self, he was in thought, he loved you, but maybe he didn't show that enough.

Ethan’s playful banter with the other Sidemen became sharper, his jokes laced with a subtle edge of irritation. He found himself interrupting your conversations with Alex, steering the topic towards himself, demanding your attention, even for a moment.

You were helping the others with a challenge by giving some advice, but you were laughing with Alex too much, he didn't appreciate others taking your attention. "Alright guys, lets get back to the challenge." He said assertively.

During a break, Ethan casually wandered over to where you were chatting with Alex. He draped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer to his side. "Hey, babe," he said, his voice a touch deeper than usual. "Can you help me with something for a sec?" He gestured towards the camera setup, his eyes fixed on Alex as he led you away.

Once out of earshot, Ethan turned to you, his expression softening. "You seem to be getting on well with Alex" He stated without batting an eye.

You couldn't help but feel slightly amused by Ethan's uncharacteristic behaviour. "He's just a nice guy, Ethan. Don't tell me you're jealous?" you teased, a playful glint in your eyes.

Ethan hesitated for a moment, a sheepish grin spreading across his face. "Maybe a little," he admitted, "I don't like him taking my babe from me."

You reached up and cupped his face in your hands, your thumbs gently stroking his cheekbones. "Silly," you murmured, your voice filled with affection. "You know you're the only one for me. Alex is just a friend."

He would wrap his arms around you and hug you tightly, pulling you closer than ever

Ethan, reassured by your words and the warmth of your embrace, felt the tension ease from his shoulders. He knew his jealousy was irrational, but the surge of possessiveness had caught him off guard.

Throughout the rest of the shoot, Ethan made a conscious effort to be more affectionate, showering you with small gestures of love and attention. A lingering hand on your back, a soft kiss on your temple, a whispered compliment – each action a silent reminder of his devotion.

By the end of the day, the atmosphere in the Sidemen House had returned to its usual state of comedic chaos. But beneath the surface, a subtle shift had occurred. Ethan had discovered a new layer to his feelings for you, a fierce protectiveness that only intensified his love. And you, touched by his unexpected display of jealousy, felt an even deeper connection to the man who always managed to surprise you.

As you both settled into bed that night, Ethan pulled you close, his arms wrapped tightly around you. "I love you," he whispered, his voice husky with emotion.

You snuggled closer, your heart full. "I love you too, Ethan," you replied, falling asleep in the secure embrace of the man who, even in his jealousy, only wanted to hold you closer.

Harry's Jealous Edge

You're at a Sidemen house party. The music is loud, the energy is high, and you're having a great time catching up with friends you haven't seen in ages. Harry, your boyfriend, is technically by your side, mingling with the other guys, but you can feel his eyes on you. Not in that sweet, adoring way, but with a distinct glint of something else.

You're deep in conversation with Ethan (Behzinga). You hadn't seen him in a long while and you were catching up and talking about childhood memories. You laugh at a joke he makes, your hand lightly brushing his arm in a friendly gesture. That's it. That's the moment the green-eyed monster starts to rear its head within Harry.

Harry doesn't storm off or make a scene. Instead, he subtly inserts himself into your conversation, draping an arm casually around your shoulders. It's possessive, a clear marker that you're "taken." He responds to Ethan's jokes with a forced chuckle but doesn't add anything of his own, effectively shutting down the easy flow of the conversation. He starts firing up conversations amongst the group, keeping your attention on him. It's all very deliberate, not overtly rude, but definitely… noticeable.

After a few minutes of awkward group talk, Harry announces that you both need a drink and practically drags you away from the group and the conversation with Ethan. "C'mon, love," he says, his voice a little too loud, a little too jovial. "Let's get you something stronger than that water you've been nursing." He leads you to the makeshift bar, his grip on your hand a little tighter than usual.

As he's pouring you a drink, (a rather potent cocktail you didn’t ask for), you finally address the elephant in the room. "Harry, what's up with you?" you ask, your tone gentle but firm.

He avoids eye contact, busying himself with the drink. "What do you mean? I'm just making sure my girlfriend is having a good time," he mumbles, but his tone is flat.

"You're being weird," you persist. "You barely let me finish a sentence with Ethan."

He finally looks up, his eyes flashing. "Oh, so now I'm not allowed to want to spend time with you?"

"That's not what I said," you sigh. "But you're acting like I'm doing something wrong by talking to him." "I thought you'd miss me." He muttered under his breath.

The truth spills out, a mixture of petulance and something almost… vulnerable. "It's just… he's always been into you, isn't he? And you were laughing at his jokes, touching his arm…"

You can't help but find it a little endearing, even as you're trying to keep a straight face. "Harry," you say softly, "Ethan and I are just friends. I've known him for ages. And I'm with you. You know that, right?"

He still looks unconvinced, his lower lip jutting out slightly. "Yeah, but…"

You decide to tackle his jealousy head-on, but with a playful twist. You take the drink he's made for you, take a sip, and then pull him closer, whispering in his ear, "You know, you're much funnier than Ethan. And way better looking." You nip at his earlobe, and you feel him shiver slightly.

You pull back, smiling. "Besides," you add, "who else would put up with your terrible FIFA skills and questionable fashion choices?"

That earns you a reluctant grin. "Oi! My fashion sense is elite!"

"Sure, babe, sure," you tease.

The tension visibly drains from his shoulders. He knows you're teasing, but he also knows you're serious about being with him. You can see the jealousy receding, replaced by something warmer, something softer.

He pulls you into a tight hug, burying his face in your hair. "I just… I don't like seeing other guys flirting with you," he mumbles, his voice muffled.

"I'm yours, Harry," you whisper back, running your fingers through his messy hair. "And I only have eyes for you (and maybe a little bit for your next Sidemen Sunday video)."

He chuckles and pulls back, his eyes sparkling again. "Okay, okay. I get it. I was being a bit of an idiot."

"Just a little," you agree, grinning.

He leans in and kisses you, a slow, lingering kiss that communicates everything: adoration, possessiveness, and a renewed sense of security.

As you two break apart, Harry keeps his arm firmly around your waist, pulling you close. He catches Ethan's eye across the room and gives him a small, almost imperceptible nod. It's not aggressive, but it's a clear message: She's with me.

The rest of the night is spent with Harry glued to your side. He's not suffocating, but he's definitely more attentive, more affectionate. He makes sure you're never too far from him, showering you with kisses, telling you silly jokes, and making you laugh until your sides hurt. He even tries to impress you with his (still terrible) dance moves.

Harry's jealousy isn't a sign of insecurity, but rather a testament to how deeply he cares. It's a little rough around the edges, a little possessive, but ultimately, it's rooted in love and a desire to protect what's his. And you, his amazing girlfriend, wouldn't have him any other way, even when he's being a jealous goofball. It was a reminder of the passion in your relationship, a little spark that ignited the flames of love and longing once more.

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