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infictionalwonderland · 1 year

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PERIODS — harry lewis

pairing: harry lewis x fem!reader

warnings: periods… NOT REALLY A WARNING BUT YKKK, swearing, suggestive-ness, medication

Whoever said people your age couldn’t have sleepovers, could go and do one—because you absolutely fucking could, you and Talia proving said notion right now; your boys were off again, somewhere abroad for a sidemen shoot and leaving you and your best friend alone. Instead of getting all weepy and mopey (over a boy, never you) you and her decided to make the most out of the lack of testosterone—after you’d dropped your boyfriend off at the airport, all innocent smiles and pretty fluttering lashes, you’d zoomed off (probably breaking several speed limits) to get to your best friends new home.

When you got there, she’d opened the door with an excited screech despite expecting you and you returned it despite knowing she’d been the one to open the door. After of long embrace where she didn’t wanna let you go, you finally convinced her with the promised of pizza and brownies. Hauling your overnight bag in, you’d began your girly night—music booming, comfy clothes on, gossip upon gossip and so many laughs your whole body was in tatters as you made pizzas and brownies (admittedly, hers were better but she was literally Mario’s second cousin, it’s to be expected)

Food in hands and smiles never leaving your faces, you’d taken off into a race into a race for the living room (you won, obviously) and began your evening of movie watching—from 10 things i hate about you to It, then legally blonde and Tangled, and many more, . . .you had quite the night. However both of your highlights was when you discovered you both started your cycles on that particular day—before your boyfriends had left and around basically the same times: it had you both in tear inducing laughter for two minutes. You’d ended up taking a Polaroid of you both grinning while holding up Flow (the period tracker app) and showing you both having the exact same cycles.

Twins.

That was yesterday—now you were both lying in a miserable heap of pain and exhaustion in Talia’s king size bed, hot water bottles on your abdomens and remaining snacks being shovelled into your mouths as you both snuggled and occupied yourselves on your phones.

You smiled slightly when your boyfriends name popped up over TikTok but grimaced afterwards as your stomach turned horribly.

harry🤍

gd mornin xx yu okay luv ?

you’re actually illiterate

harry🤍

and you can’t punctuate, we all have are own flaws. anyway i hope ur good, we’re landing at 3, want me to pick u up anything?

You grinned wider, deciding to piss about.

yeah actually can you get me some jumbo tampons!! thank youuu x

harry🤍

what. they do JUMBO? i mean thats, at least their being inclusive. good on em 👍 wait bloody hell love, you’re on again already? swear i don’t know how you still have blood in ya

yeah it happens to be a monthly thing, harry. 😄😄😄😄😄 also im with my gf so you might have to whisk me away before me elope xxxxx

harry🤍

she’d get you a shitty ring anyway i’ll get in simons lift home then and you can drop us off. … i love you, gotta go, see you soon gorgeous

love you too smelly 😜

You looked over at Talia at, miraculously, the same time she looked up at you and when she wordlessly showed you her phone, showcasing messages of her asking Simon for XXL pads, you gasped laughingly and showed her your messages to Harry. She made a shocked face before meeting your eye and you both burst out laughing, only to groan as you ached all fucking over.

“I hate being a women.”

It was now half two and while Talia was effectively making your day better—you both were still in immense pain. You’d migrated to every living room (you loved it so much, you could cry) and both had a sofa to yourself, Mushu (their adorable dog) was nipping at some toy from where he was sat by the telly. You both were on your phones for the most part, last nights episode of Love Island that you’d absently recorded now playing on the TV as you both munched away on the breakfast Talia got delivered—McDonald’s breakfast for you and she had a spiced cheesy omelette from this little breakfast place.

“When do you think Harrys gonna ask. .?” Talia looked at you from her place on the sofa, wiggling her ringed finger mischievously with a glittering smile, one hand still firmly against her stomach.

“Probably never.”

“Bullshit!” She shot back instantly, sitting up and pointing firmly in your direction as she ignored the pain she was in in favour of reassuring you. “Babe, you have not seen the way that man looks at you when he thinks no one is looking. Like, seriously, he has literal heart eyes for you and don’t even get me started on how he speaks about you. It’s like your the best thing in this entire world to him, really. Like you’re some kinda goddess or somethin’ he always looks so awestruck by you.”

“. .probably cause I cook him dinner.” You offered with a shrug, smiling lopsidedly, and Talia snorted with a head shake.

“Or you are his dinner.”

“I mean, he does—“

“Ah! WAIT, NO. Stop, no more, please.”

You grinned at her, sparing a wink before cooing at Mushu happily and urging him to jump up on you, which he did. Your entire demeanour seemed to soften as you wrapped your arms around the large grey ball of fluff.

“He’ll probably ask you soon.”

“Natalia.” You threw her a mock serious look and she put her hands up in a surrender motion, finding herself all too funny.

“What—have you seen you?” Talia retorted, faking a dreamy sigh as she readjusted herself on the plush material of her sofa. “I’d kiss you, marry you and fuck you. Repeatedly.”

“Miss Mar. . .” You jokingly trailed off.

“Have my babies?”

“I thought you’d never ask!”

“We should really do this more often.” Talia pouted at you, friendly love bright in her irises as she pulled her blanket more around her body. “I miss hanging with you, sexy bum.”

“Miss you more, baby cakes.” You winked at her dramatically, mouth falling open just like Fred Weasley and she giggled back at you, snapping a candid photo.

“Speaking of babies—“

“NATALIA HADDOCK.”

Approaching four o’clock was when your boyfriends finally rolled up—you and Talia didn’t actually notice at first, you were both laying down on the living room floor with Mushu next to you and a mediation video on the large screen, giggles slipping past your lips even as you attempted to be quiet. You would’ve sat up but considering your cramps. . .‘twas a no go.

“Keep your fake lips shut, Cruella.”

Talia squawked in offence at your comment but kept her eyes shut for the purpose of mediation, blindly lifting a manicured hand to swat at you.

In that moment, your boyfriends both walked through the door, trading odd looks at the silence in the home (if there was anything you and Talia were together, it was not silent). Simon lead Harry through the house, more confused than anything to where his fiancé was but when they heard whooshing sounds from the living room, they both stopped uncertainly.

Harry quickly picked up a random umbrella from where they were sat, just in case.

However, when you hesitantly stalked into the living room they didn’t expect to see both of their girlfriends laying sprawled across the floor in starfish position with a mediation video playing on the large TV. They both paused, trying to repress their amusement and Harry instantly got out his phone—zooming into you to take some photos.

“Feeling zen, yet?” Simon inquired.

“So zen.” You both confirmed, simultaneously.

There was silence for no more than a second before you and Talia both let out startled exclamations and sat up straight—immediately groaning out in pain after as your stomach cramped and ached (day 2 was your personal worst day for pain/cramps).

“Woah. Woah, woah.” Simon paused at the in sync groans of pain, “listen. . .I know you both have like, interlinked emotions but please don’t tell me you can feel what the other feels?!”

“Boy.” Talia gave him a deadpan stare.

“Help.” You urged your boyfriend, reaching out your hands expectantly and he rolled his eyes fondly as he walked over to you, large hands taking your smaller ones in his own and he tugged you up from the ground, one of his arms wrapping around your waist to pull you into him. “Hey stranger.”

“Hey.” Harry mumbled back, grinning widely as he pulled you flush against him, digging his head endearingly into the crook of your neck and leaving two swift kisses, your sweet aroma surrounding him and clouding his thoughts as you hummed, running your fingers through his short hair.

“No PDA in my house!” Simon exclaimed.

“Shush,” Talia tutted—unimpressed with her fiancé, “don’t listen to him. Harry, kiss my girl all you want just. . nothing more, preferably.”

“She’s not your girl.”

“Am I not?” You played clueless, faking a confused look at him before going to step over to your best friend, only for him to tug you back against him, large, muscled arms wrapping around your front to hold you back.

“Disgusting.” Simon blanched. “Do that in your own home, please.”

You and Talia both rolled your eyes in sync: you turned your head to smile up at your boyfriend, pressing a loving peck to his soft lips and then his bicep before gently tugging his arms off you, getting ready to say bye to your friends.

“Bye beautiful.” Talia grinned, her arms coming to wrap around you with a careful tightness. “I love you, let me know if you need anything—also, we should really really do this again soon. I love spending time with you.”

Feeling your heart warm, you smiled back at her genuinely. “I love spending time with you too, Lia. Next time we can make lasagna and cupcakes. . .the Tom and Jerry ones.”

Talia squealed slightly, pulling away from your hug to press kisses to both your cheeks and then your forehead.

“You’re the best. Miss ya’ already.”

“Missing you more.”

A few minutes later, you and Harry were finally out of the mini-mar household. Your boyfriend had finally resigned to carrying you when you had fully stopped walking and hunched over slightly in pain from your cramps—he’d sighed, like the tired boyfriend he was, then gently picked you up bridal style and ignored Talia’s obnoxious awes and how she took several pictures.

(She totally didn’t put them on her story)

“Spoiled princess, ‘s what you are.” Harry shook his head jokingly as he carefully put you down in the passenger side of your own car that he was driving cause you were in pain.

“Ain’t that the truth.”

He grinned at you, looking up through his lashes as he did your seatbelt for you, one of his large arms caging you in and the the other free arm reaching over your lower half to tug the seatbelt tighter. He looked similar to an angel in that moment—sun illuminating his features, those fucking blue eyes you were a sucker for and you felt a trail of sparks on the skin his hand purposefully brushed over.

“That tight enough?” Harry inquired, cheekily.

“So tight.” You responded with a snicker of your own and he rolled his eyes at you, tugging a strand of your hair briefly and you feigned a dramatic wince as he left you, shutting the door to your side and climbing in the drivers side.

You looked over, rolling down your window readily as you knew what was coming—when your car started to take off, Talia opened up the window closest to the driveway, popping out her head with a gorgeous gleaming smile.

“BYE BYE BEAUTIFUL, I HOPE YOU FEEL BETTER SOON!”

“BYE GORGEOUS—SAME GOES FOR YOU, CALL ME!”

As you did the ‘call me’ symbol with your hand and gave her a dramatic wink, she giggled before ducking her head back indoors.

“Might as well date her.”

“Might just, y’know.” You smiled at him sweetly, turning on the radio for background noise like you always did, “Smells a lot than my current partner anyway?”

“He can’t be that bad!”

“No, really, he stinks of piss.”

“I beg you fu—“

He cut himself off, grin faltering as he heard you wince in pain, frowning softly as he looked over at you.

“Hanging in there alright?”

“Mhm.” You hummed, smiling tensely.

“I got you something.” Harry mentioned, peering over at you and when he saw you looking him with that adorably confused look, he nudged his head backwards and your eyes followed—landing on the Tesco bag in the backseat.

“My jumbo tampons?” You cackled to yourself.

“No—I did look though—“ Your laughter increased in volume, ignoring the aching pain overcoming you as best you could, “Oh—Oh. I see now, they aren’t a thing. You played me.”

“What? No, never.”

“I smell deceit.”

“I smell piss. Oh, wait, it’s just you.”

You giggled at yourself and while he tried to playfully glare at you, he couldn’t quite keep his smile at bay as he stared at you.

Curiously, you reach behind you and tug the Tesco bag from its space in the back, lugging it into your lap and opening it up—your mouth immediately pops open in an awww when you take in the two sets of cupcakes, your favourite chocolate bars, the sanitary products and some pain medication.

“Harry. .”

“Don’t mention it, I beg.” A sheepish crimson blush coats his pale cheeks at your tone and your evident heart eyes. Jesus Christ, were you pretty. He was so lucky to be able to call you his, that much he knew for sure.

“Thanks, handsome.”

“Yeah, yeah anytime man.”

You arch a brow.

“Anytime, love.” Harry corrects, flashing you an equal parts amused and sarcastic smile as you nod your approval to the changing pet name.

When you finally arrive back at your apartment complex—Harry’s already out of his side of the car as soon as it stops, and then he goes over to you, opening your door and looking down at you. He lets at a dramatic heaving sigh at your doe eyed look, scolding his skin for flushing and heart for picking up.

Effortlessly, he takes the bag off your hands with one hand and pulls you from the car with the other, once you’re out the car he lifts you up easily with one arm and you wrap your legs around his hips, arms around his neck.

“Hi.” You mumble, grinning mischievously as your acrylics scratch at his beard.

“My pretty troublemaker.” Harry huffs affectionately, squinting down at your bright smile fuelled by mischief. “Don’t you dare bring attention to us, this is embarrassing enough.” He nearly whines.

You merely smile, a kiss to his cheek to tide over his anxieties.

The walk was going pretty smoothly, but as soon as Harry stepped foot into the elevator, another set of footsteps followed and his eyes shut miserably, leaning down and sighing into your neck hopelessly.

“Hi Effie!” You immediately perk up at the sight of the older woman—Effie was this sweetheart fifty six year old who lived on the floor below you and Harry, a vast lover of plants and animals with a hatred for men (you loved her, Harry was scared of her).

Harry barely refrains for niping at the soft skin of your neck in reprimand. Of bloody course.

“Hello dearie.” The older woman, hair a dyed purple shade and silver septum hanging from her button nose, greets you with a calm smile. Effie was evidently unfazed by the scene in front of her—if anything, she was proud that you were putting your man to work. “How are you today?”

“Oh I’m grand, Ef.” You smiled so charmingly that as Harry stared down at you, he almost forgot he was even supposed to be annoyed. “How are you? How’s Tia, I miss her!”

“I’m well, thank you, dearie. Tia misses you too, I assure you. Perhaps you come down tonight, I can bake us some cookies just how you like them.”

Harry paused, bewildered. Did his girlfriend just get hit on by a grandma?!

“I—“

Before you could even get a word out, the elevator dinged open to your floor and Harry wasted now time practically sprinting out with his arms possessively entangled around your frame; you quickly exclaimed a startled ‘bye Effie’ over your boyfriends shoulder before the elevator doors shut.

You quickly distracted yourself with how you could feel your boyfriends muscular biceps as he held you up, your acrylics took to touching and tracing them as he bounced you up further on his hip. You closed your eyes, leaning further into him and humming at the delightful scent of his cologne, the soothing vibrations of his body as he quietly chatted away helping to dull the aches in your own body.

“You alright there, y/n?”

“Never been better.” You smiled up at him and he gives you an amused one back, kissing your forehead softly as he finally opens the door to your shared apartment—once inside, he readily manoeuvres the both of you to the sofa where he carefully places you down, handing you the bag of food and your favourite blanket he spots on the lone armchair. “Thank youuu.”

“Spoiled princess.” He names again, but the smile on his face is enough to melt you despite his words.

Harry then goes into the kitchen as you try and adjust on the sofa more comfortably, face screwing up as a particularly harsh pain washes through you—your abdomen clenching. To distract yourself, you search through the Tesco bag and smile to yourself as you take out the first batch of muffins.

You mindlessly click onto WhatsApp, taking a photo of the bag of goodies and sending it to the girls groupchat with a little ‘make your men do this for you, pretty ladies’ and instantly being met with gushing from them all.

“Showing off my expert shopping skills?”

You startle—gaze flickering to your boyfriend who smiles at you, that smile he saves just for you and it makes you feel so special and warm every time. Your eyes dart over him, noticing the hot water bottle he now clutches (you love that hot water bottle—it’s got this absolutely adorable cover of a lama).

Fucking hormones, you think, as you feel a wave of emotion hit you at how much he’s done for you.

“Hey,” Harry noticed the quivering frown you now adopted and internally panicked, did I do something? Hot water bottle in hand, he hurried towards you, kneeling down on the floor beside where you were laying and twirling a pierce of your hair around his finger. “Hey. What’s wrong, love, hm? You in pain?”

“Yeah.” You answer him shakily, that’s not why your suddenly upset. “I love you.”

If he’s confused—he doesn’t show it, he merely smiles at you comfortingly, leaning in to gently press a kiss to your lips.

“I love you more.”

You smile up at him and his face softens completely at you—he’s so fucking in love. And yes, these thoughts of his are incredibly soppy, but, he couldn’t help it. The girl of his dreams, the love of his life, the prettiest person in the world, was currently staring at him like he hung the moon and the stars. . . he’d never tire of your beautiful face, your radiant smile that flustered him every damn time.

When you move so he can slide in behind you, he eagerly takes the invitation. He slots in behind you on the sofa, pulling you atop him with your back against his chest; he takes the hot water bottle, your favourite one, and carefully moves up your shirt before pressing it against your lower stomach and keeping his hands there to hold it in place, pressing a thoughtless yet meaningful kiss to the side of your head and you snuggle back into him.

“Oi, give me a bite.”

“Fuck off, it’s my scran.”

“Yeah—and who’s card did it make a dent in?”

“Our card, handsome.”

“. . . Spoiled princess.”

And that’s how you spend most of the rest of your day—intertwined limbs, goofy grins, soft kisses and joking insults.

(He’s never been more in love)

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hollytoshaw · 1 month

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singer!y/n | harry lewis

summary: singer!y/n & wroetoshaw are the internet's fave couple (fem reader)

a/n: love love love singer x youtuber au my fave. also the song 'golden hour' mentioned in my head is the kacey musgraves one so if you need to imagine something listen to that!

requests: pls keep sending them in but don't send other blogs the same ones cos then we'll all be doing the same things xxx

rest of my work hereeee : masterlist

y/n_username posted a photo!

liked by ksi and 950,201 others! y/n_username last night on the graham norton show! had so much fun. also performed a new single from the album so go watch now!!!🎤💘

taliamar just amazing🤭 ↳ y/n_username love love love you

faithlouiseak omg she famous famous ↳ y/n_username hahaha stop

wroetoshaw prettiest girl in the world ↳ y/n_username loveeee youuuu

w2slover3 omg her live performance of golden hour was amazing

ksi goat

sidemenfan neeed to watch asap

y/n's album features in sidemen guess the song

- y/n_username posted a photo!

liked by reneerap & 940,204 others! y/n_username so excited to announce i'm going on tour!!!! here are the dates for my european tour. tickets go on sale on friday. supporting act is the one and only talia mar <333

taliamar I'M SO EXCITED

freyanightingale my girls!!!!!

wroetoshaw can't wait x

r0sielewis OMG POPSTAR

faithlouiseak my bff is an icon>>>

geenelly slay

sidemanxfan i need tickets

harryxlewisfan selling my house if it means i can get y/n tickets

w2slover imagine if harry goes on tour with her

ynharryfan talia x y/n i'm in love

y/n_username posted a photo!

liked by wroetoshaw & 840,204 others! y/n_username back home with my boys before tour begins <3 tagged: wroetoshaw-

taliamar so cute

faithlouiseak so gorg babe

freyanightingale herrrrrb

wroetoshaw love you my girl

sidemanxfan omg tour is nearly starting

harryxlewisfan so wholesome

w2slover how are we gonna survive without a month of y/n & harry content ↳ y/n_username he'll defo be at all her shows!!!

ynharryfan harry in the third pic>>>

EUROPEAN TOUR nov 04-nov27

tour day 1! - london, uk

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liked by taliamar and 982,029 others! y/n_username tour day one complete!!!! london you were incredible. ty taliamar for being the best supporting act ever. also big thank you to my biggest supporter for coming along with us, i love you lots wroetoshaw! see you in two days berlin!!!! tagged wroetoshaw ,taliamar

sidemanfan4 ur so pretty 😍😍😍

calfreezy sick first show mate

callux loved it

wroetoshaw sounded a bit off key sometimes xxx

r0sielewis was amazing thank u for inviting me!!! 😭

w2slover I CAN'T wait for your concert

sidemenw2s2 omg harry being there to support her????

w2sluvy/n i was in the crowd and could see harry filming her for the whole concert??? so cute

tour day 2 - berlin, germany

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liked by ksi and 832,029 others! y/n_username day 2 of the tour complete! berlin you were amazing. i love love love being in germany and this show made me love it even more. thanks to all that came out to support. next stop paris!!!

sidemanfan4 😍😍😍

wroetoshaw so fit

w2slover when she gave a shoutout to harry>>>

sidemenw2s2 i saw harry backstage omg!!!!

w2sluvy/n such a slay outfit

faithlouiseak you look insaneeee

taliamar such a good show babe

tour day 3 - paris, france

y/n_username posted a photo!

liked by wroetoshaw and 982,029 others! y/n_username day off tour to explore paris!!! can't wait for the show tonight, see you all there xxx tagged wroetoshaw

sidemanfan4 mum and dad

calfreezy give me a free ticket

wroetoshaw fit geeza in the last pic

r0sielewis miss you both sm xxx

w2slover omg exploring paris together so cute

sidemenw2s2 such wholesome babes

w2sluvy/n love my parents

y/n_username posted a photo!

liked by ksi and 832,029 others! y/n_username PARIS you were amazing!!! big kisses to everyone that came to support. love love love performing in france, french fans you are amazing. and taliamar smashed it again, best support act i could ask for! tagged taliamar

sidemanfan4 i just know harry's jel of her back up dancers

wroetoshaw best outfit so far

w2slover did anyone see the papparazi pics of harry and y/n???

sidemenw2s2 the pics of them cuddling walking round paris omg

w2sluvy/n such a slay outfit

faithlouiseak i love ur face

taliamar best show so far!!!!

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bethsvrse · 7 months

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PAIRING harry lewis x fem!reader

SUMMARY one fan can’t help but to be a detective because they desperately want their favourite pair of best friends to be dating

FACE CLAIM madison bailey

@/wroetoshaw

liked by tobjizzle, ksi, vikkstagram and others

wroetoshaw she said that if I posted a bad photo of her again she’d come to my house and hurt me

yourusername that’s a lie, there’s literally no bad photos of me

wroetoshaw do you want me to prove that there are?

yourusername please no

gay4yn I live for their friendship

w2slover i want the to date so badly bro ☹️

ynswifey they are so much better as friends

w2slover nah, they’d be so cute as a couple

iloveharrylewis harry can do so much better than her

ynswifey actually stfu

taliamar shes so attractive that I doubt a bad photo of her even exists

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iheartyn i love how Y/N didn’t deny the fact that she would hurt harry, she just denied that there’s no bad photos of her 💀

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vettelsvee · 10 days

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WELCOME TO MY TORTURED DRIVERS DEPARTMENT (HARRY STYLES' VERSION)

a formula 1 short stories compilation about my favourite drivers based on each harry styles song

my tortured drivers department masterlist

IMPORTANT INFO YOU'D LIKE TO KNOW!

this compilation will include short stories about sebastian vettel, lewis hamilton, fernando alonso, oscar piastri, mick schumacher, lando norris, george russell, carlos sainz, max verstappen and charles leclerc.

these works will be driver x reader or driver x fem!oc, and will contain smau, first and third pov, smut and au, mostly. however, i'm open to any topic!

we will be doing an album every week or every two weeks. to choose each album, i'll post a first poll about a certain artist, and then i'll post another poll asking you exactly which album do you want me to post about. ¡! each poll will have de duration of 24 hours, which means we'll need two days to choose an album

i'll try to post as much as i can. however, i'm a uni student and my schedule can change a lot. for this reason, i apologize in advance. also, english is not my first language, so there can be mistakes (feel free to let me know about them!)

taglist is open for all of you who want to join me in my very own tortured drivers department! just let me know in the comments of this post or each artists post!

HARRY STYLES

FINE LINE

HARRY'S HOUSE

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g-xix · 7 months

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If you’re still taking kinktober ideas what about a harry/chrismd threesome? I think those two island boys actually have some chemistry

Threesome | ChrisMD & Harry W2S Lewis

🔞[KINKTOBER]

[kinktober #1, ironically posted 10th October]

Praise!Harry x reader x Degrading!Chris CW's: Degrading, praise, fem!recieving and fem!giving oral, overstim (if u squint), drunk sex, THREESOME!

The end of a drunk night out ended with the three of you all toppling back onto the same bed together, Harry on the left, Chris on the right, and you sandwiched between the two, giggling and shuffling to pull the corner of the duvet over yourself.

Harry's arms were burly and strong (you'd know- having been staring at the definition in his forearms all night), and they climbed over your waist, pulling you back and flush against his body which meant that Chris just shuffled even closer, almost suffocating you between the two as you laughed and playfully pushed one away.

You turned around to face Harry, eyes scanning his face, from his fluffy hair to his warm and dazed eyes, down to his curved lips and the light stubble that surrounded it. His little laugh triggered one from you, and you pushed yours hips back slightly to get into a more comfortable position, unknowingly brushing into Chris's crotch as you did so.

A grin curled up and onto your lips as you accidentally did so, hearing a short, sharp breath exhaled from Chris behind you. You couldn't help but push your hips further as you felt Chris's hard-on from behind, grinding down and giving him just enough friction to have his hand gripping your waist, nails digging into the plush skin whilst his hips rutted slightly, impatient and incredibly turned on by what you did.

"I'm not missing out on something right now, am I?" Harry teased as Chris let out a slightly louder groan, Harry catching on quickly and letting his hands wander down from your waist to your ass, feeling Chris's clothed cock and letting himself press his body flush against yours so that you truly were sandwiched between two hot, horny men which you weren't half mad about.

Harry's head dipped slightly, his tongue pressing flat to your neck and laying out a line before creating a harsh suction across the delicate skin, the shock making you let out a slight moan as Chris seemed to brush a sensitive part simultaneously, causing your heartrate to shoot up and your fingers to close around Harry's fluffy hair and thin shirt.

Harry caught the hint and pulled his shirt off before returning to you, lowering himself to your small top and fondling your tits through the material. Meanwhile Chris helped himself to your unoccupied neck, spotting the dark hickey blooming across your skin from Harry's prior kiss- and Chris did nothing to help as he grazed his teeth over the already sensitive spot, eliciting a moan from yourself as you arched your back from the sensation- pushing your tits out and into Harry's face, synchronously grinding harder onto Chris behind you. You felt as Harry's large hands ventured under the top, pushing the material down and your bra to the side to expose your boobs, his tongue working a circle around one nipple and making it harden whilst you whined- Chris' hand finding the other breast and wrapping his own hand around it. Your head turned just a fraction before you pressed your lips atop Chris', biting down onto his lip hungrily and exploring his mouth passionately, dominating the kiss as Chris focussed more on rolling your nipple between his thumb and index, the feeling of Harry's wet mouth around the other clouding your head and making you feel an ache between your legs.

It wasn't long before you were reaching round and pulling hastily at Chris' bottoms, shifting to get onto your knees whilst Chris helped you and took his trousers and boxers off in an instant, the sight of his cock hitting his stomach and red at the tip from the intensity of his hard-on had you watering at the mouth, wrapping both hands around the base of his cock and letting his tip hit the back of your throat instantly, deep-throating him whilst Chris' hands found the back of your head- holding your head in place and making your eyes water as you gagged around his cock, choking yourself around his length before his fingers were wrapping around your locks and pulling your back up for air- your spit dripping from his cock and making an even more beautifully nasty sight whilst you gasped to regain your breath.

"Such a whore for my cock," Chris groaned as he watched you run your hand from tip to base of his length before swirling your tongue around his tip and taking him back into your mouth once more as you were indeed a whore for his cock, and showed it willingly as you bobbed your head up and down on him.

You felt Harry's hands across your skirt- pulling the material up and exposing your panties beneath, his thumb tracing the wet spot and clit through the waistband, making you arch your back and take your mouth off Chris' cock to let out a groan as you felt Harry's fingers curl around the waistband, slipping them down your legs to expose your drenched core.

Chris threw his head back and let out a groan as your moan send vibrations down his cock which was halfway down your throat as Harry blew your core, causing you to clench your thighs as he blew the cold air across your arousal. His hands separated your thighs though, muttering a "Come on, open up Princess" before his tongue lay flat across your bundle of nerves, making you shut your eyes and forget all about Chris for a moment as you felt Harry's lips wrap around the sensitive bud, letting out the lewdest of noises as he mixed his spit with your arousal, sucking and causing you to see stars in your eyes as you felt euphoria coursing through your body and all the way to your fingertips from the way Harry's mouth moved almost pornographically around your pussy.

Harry's actions had you grinding back against his face, neglecting Chris as you absorbed in the feeling of Harry's large hands spreading your legs whilst his mouth worked wonders between - though Chris brought you back, tapping his cock against your open lips which let out whimpers and moans at Harry's actions.

"Be a good girl and give Chris some as well," Harry noticed Chris' actions and spoke, his lips brushing over all your sensitive parts as he spoke, making your thighs clench again, though you nodded and took Chris back into your mouth without hesitation, Harry's hands kneading and patting the soft skin of your thighs and ass as he mumbled an "'Atta girl" and put his mouth back to good use against your pussy, whilst Chris worked on gripping your hair in his hands, trying to control his thrusts at least somewhat as your spit dribbled down his length, hitting the back of your throat each time you bobbed your head.

It felt unreal, feeling the stubble between your legs, burning your inner thighs each time Harry lapped at your soaking cunt, your hips grinding down on to his tongue before being pulled towards by Chris at the hair whilst he mumbled "Fuck, so pathetic with my cock in your mouth" and a variety of other degrading syntaxes that had you clenching down hard, and that didn't go amiss by Harry, either.

You could feel that burn between your legs becoming more and more intense, your thighs spasming and chokes around Chris becoming more frequent as his cock throbbed in your mouth also, indicating he was going to cum not too soon either.

Harry's lips pulled away momentarily, murmuring "Cum, gorgeous", brushing your labia with wet and wanton lips as he did so, before letting his tongue roll your clit over, the bundle of nerves shooting fireworks in your stomach as you felt yourself release over Harry's tongue- Chris' groans growing loud as he rutted his hips into your mouth, chasing his release and holding your head all the way down at the base of his cock so that you couldn't breathe- your nose brushing his lower stomach as he released all down your throat, making you gasp as he let go and let you catch your breath after that, thighs shaking as Harry took the leisure of licking all your cum from your thighs and even your spent pussy- his large hands having to support the weight of your thighs which threatened to collapse each time Harry's tongue traced a particularly sensitive spot.

You turned around (with Harry's help), Harry putting his lips atop yours and making you taste yourself in his mouth as he shared a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss. You couldn't help but admire how beautiful Harry looked with glistening wet lips- your arousal coating his outer mouth and dribbling down his chin whilst his pupils were blown out, completely dilated, completely pussy-drunk.

A little gasp came out as you felt Chris' hand make hard contact with your ass, slapping it playfully and making you giggle after a moment as you looked back to Chris, admiring just how pretty he looked, all fucked-out- and you couldn't imagine how good you looked either- your hair messied from Chris' face-fucking and thighs still shaking from Harry's godly work on your spent pussy.

"Turn her around Harry, I wanna see what her pussy 'round my cock feels like, now,"

Your eyes went wide at Chris' words, though you were rendered helpless as Harry's strong arms wrapped around your thighs, picking you up effortlessly and turning you so that your body was flush with Chris'.

"You take it- I wanna feel her ass anyways..."

As the words left his mouth you could feel the tip of Harry's cock nudging against your ass, Chris' own length still bright red and erect despite cumming in your throat, and lining up with your entrance, all too ready to feel your insides himself, despite your little whimper of protest, already too fucked out to go again.

"I don't think I can go another round..." You whined, though Chris' cock that ran up your folds made you feel otherwise, as that overstimulation began feeling pleasurable again.

"Come on sweetheart, you can go again for us..." Harry spoke with a lilting tone, pressing a kiss to your neck below your ear like a little gift.

"You know damn well you can go more than one round, your still dripping and I know you wanna get stuffed again." Although Chris' words were more degrading, you knew they were true as you let out a moan into Chris' neck, feeling their lengths slide into you slowly, filling you completely.

Fair to say that with Chris and Harry inside you simultaneously- one hitting your G-spot from the front and the other sliding and and hitting your g-spot through your ass whilst the other pulled out- it was a long night of lewd moans and orgasms- but you weren't complaining one bit- not even the next morning when you could still feel their cum dripping from your, legs and throat still sore whilst the other two just proudly grinned at the state they had you in, just waiting for the next opportunity they would get to ruin you again.

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polydeuces · 2 years

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𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫 : harry styles x fem! reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : harry and y/n are the it couple with fans sharing their love for both the singer and his angel. basically just fluff and cringe-worthy captions, lol!

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 @harianaswhore x

— requests are open !

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y/nl/n: spinnin’ out waiting for ya! 🪐

new lil video of my lover on & off stage coming soon!! can’t wait for you to see it!! 🌘🛰️

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maudeapatow: my life revolves around you two

harrystyles: Love youuuu

⤿ y/nl/n: Love you more babyyy !!!

annehathaway: 💞💞

babygirly/n: I cannot WAIT for this video omg

gemmastyles: dancing until our feet hurt at that show was the best!! xx

yelyahwilliams: this is why.. i LEAVE the house lmao you make every show 100x better than they already are

⤿ y/nl/n: STOP I love you so much

annetwist: darling, you’re the best to my baby i always know you’ll keep him safe and happy! thank you thank you!

⤿ y/nl/n: don’t make me cry, Anne!! I am so happy to be apart of your life (and h’s life haha!) Your family now and forever!! Xx

loverofallthingsy/n: y/n please keep the scissors away from your man at all costs!! im begging you!!

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hsupdates: Harry seen taking photos with a woman, who is mostly likely his long term girlfriend, y/n l/n. After a long week full of shows, Harry took a break by the seaside. “Choke her with a sea view”

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babydaddyhrry: NO NOT THE YATCH 🫠

hazmatazz: AKSJDDFJ you did not just quote keep driving 😭😭

lewiscapaldi: Sorry, that’s just me and my boyfriend - Harry.

cutiepiey/n: a tear is rolling down my cheek rn

harrystylesdaily: he takes pictures of her and their adventures stop he’s so boyfriend 🥺🥺

y/nsogolden: slamming my head into a wall i can’t take it anymore

tpwkstyles: DID NO ONE ELSE SEE LEWIS’S COMMENT LMAOO

y/nl/n: fav couple.

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lovely_y/n: OH. MY. GOD. i met y/n literally this afternoon!!!! i’m still shaking & by eyes are red from crying. she scanned the crowd, looked at me, smiled & walked over.. then she asked my name & give me the biggest hug!! istg she is the kindest person i’ve ever met. who she online is the same as in person; beautiful, sweet, kindhearted. & she smells amazing, lmao!! i totally get why h & her are together. they are one in the same, both so incredible!! ugh i love their love!! i’m posting this because it was a ‘once in a lifetime’ experience but also because maybe this will but the haters in their place. their love is real, y/n is the best ever, & harry is happy. i adore you y/n.

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loverofallthingsy/n: If they don’t get married I will give up on love.

marrymey/n: I didn’t think I could fall more in love but I think I just did..

hsy/n/n: rockstar gf frrr

⤿ myloveharry: no no, she IS the rockstar!! they are the iconic rockstar couple !!

rarey/n: she looks so cute 🥹

harryarchive: they write fanfics about this kind of thing

lovenl/n: I’m so in love with her it’s unfair

hsupdates: if you have any one pics please send them, we’d love to share this heartwarming story!

gemmachan: I concur. She is an angel.

y/n/ndiaries: god, when will it be my turn 🧎‍♀️

y/nl/n: oh sweetheart!! you are the kindest soul, i love love loveee. you thank you for being so supportive - i am so grateful wow !!! <3

⤿ lovely_y/n: crying so hard into my pillow WHAT IS LIFE

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I have absolutely no ideas for writing whatsoever pleaseplease leave requests!!! Smut, angst, fluff, whatever y’all want I can probably do.

Ill write for these people and probably more that I forgot (all male character x fem!reader) :

Formula 1:

Max Verstappen

Lando Norris

Oscar Piastri

Charles Leclerc

Pierre Gasly

Lewis Hamilton

Carlos Sainz

Daniel Riccardo

Mick Schumacher

Criminal Minds

Spencer Reid

Aaron Hotchner

Derek Morgan

David Rossi (preferably young)

Marvel:

Bucky Barnes

Tony Stark

Thor

Sam Wilson

Deadpool

Steve Rogers

Spiderman (Tom Holland, Andrew Garfield, Miguel O'hara)

Call of Duty

Keegan Russ

Simon "Ghost" Riley

König

Phillip Graves

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Star Wars:

Anakin Skywalker

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Kylo Ren

Luke Skywalker

Han Solo

Outer Banks:

JJ Maybank

Rafe Cameron

Topper Thornton

John B. Routledge

Harry Potter:

Harry Potter

Cedric Diggory

Draco malfoy

Ron Weasley

Fred Weasley

Blaise Zabini

Regulus Black

Severus Snape

Tom Riddle

Sirius Black

Lorenzo Berkshire

Oliver Wood

The Walking Dead:

Glenn Rhee

Daryl Dixon

Rick Grimes

Carl Grimes

Miscallaneous:

Jack Champion (Ethan Landry)

Patrick Bateman

Batman (Christian Bale)

Johnathan Crane

Finnick Odair

Josh Hutcherson (Peeta Mellark, Mike Schmidt, Sean Anderson, Clapton Davis)

Rodrick Heffley

Colby Brock

Sam Golbach

Tristan Dugray

Dylan O'brien

Jude Bellingham

Joao Felix

Bellamy Blake

Patrick Dempsey (Derek Shepherd, Ronald Miller)

Joe Goldberg

Timothee Chalamet (Wonka, Paul Atreides)

Minho (The Maze Runner)

Keanu Reeves (John Wick, Neo, Alex Wyler)

Jim Halpert

Farkas

Ulfric Stormcloak

Miraak

Ben Schnetzer (Max Vandenburg, Brad Land, Russ Sheppard)

Brock Purdy

Ralph Macchio (Daniel Larusso, Johnny Cade)

Dallas Winston

Sodapop Curtis

Robby Keene

Zuko (atla dallas liu)

Jet (atla sebastian amoruso)

Cillian Murphy (Johnathan crane, jackson rippner, Neil Lewis)

Evan Peters (all ahs characters, Luke cooper)

What I wont do:

Pedophilia

Beastiality or anything animal-y

Waterworks

Male reader (sorry)

Character x character

Threesomes or anything not 1x1

Character x oc

Specific body types (i just don’t see the point)

Daddy/mommy kinks

Incest or stepcest

(I’ll prob have to add on but its midnight rn)

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w2soneshots · 11 days

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Can you make a oneshot about how Simon or woud be when We Are on Are periods and they have to go out and my pads and tampong

Period -W2S/Miniminter

Words: 0.3k+

Warnings: none just fluff.

In which the boys take care of you while you’re on your period.

a/n: thank you for all of your lovely requests! I love writing them🫶🏼 I hope this is what you were thinking and you enjoy💞

W2S:

“How you doing?” Harry asked after he kicked his shoes off and dropped his backpack by the front door. “I’m ok. Did filming go okay?” I asked referring to the long shoot he had today. “Yea I’m actually really excited to see the final edit.” He answered before plonking himself down on the couch next to me. He scanned his eyes over my frame, curled up in a ball with a blanket wrapped around my body. Shuffling closer to me I unravelled myself and leaned into him. He wrapped his arms around me and held me tight then placed his large, warm hand under my pyjama top and onto the base of my stomach, slightly reliving my uncomfortable cramps. I sighed contently “thank you.” He answered with a soft kiss to my temple then used his free hand to gently stroke my hair.

Miniminter:

“Simon?” I stepped out of his bathroom. “Yea babe?” He looked up from his phone. “I just started my period and I- I didn’t bring anything with me.” I said nervously. We’ve only been dating for around 3 months so haven’t really had that many conversations about anything to do with my monthly cycle. He stood from the bed “do you feel ok?” He asked, placing his hands on my cheeks. I leaned into his touch “yea.” I replied quietly. “Good. I’ll run out and grab you some stuff.” He said walking back over to the bed and grabbing his phone. “Oh Si, you don’t have to.” He shook his head “I’ll be back in 15.” He said with a light smile.

He came back almost exactly 15 minutes later with an array of different sanitary products, saying “I wasn’t sure which ones you liked”, along with a bar of dairy milk chocolate and popcorn. “Wanna watch a movie in bed?” He asked. I smiled “you’re so cute.”

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It Had To Be You: Chapter 6 - Just Somebody That I Used to Know

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Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader, Anthony Bridgerton x Kate Sharma, Modern AU

Summary: Exes cause some unexpected moments for both you and Benedict...

artwork credit @colettebronte

Warnings: not much... swearing, propositioning for sex.

Word Count: 4.0k (longest chapter so far!)

Authors Note: Unbetaed. A multi-chapter modern rom-com retelling of When Harry Met Sally. In this chapter, Benedict runs into his ex-wife unexpectedly, and it throws him for a loop. Plus, Tom's sudden change in status causes a crisis of confidence for reader.

3 months later (15 months ago)

“Don’t be ridiculous,” you elbow him in the ribs, maybe uncharitably, but he’s being mildly irritating. ”Let’s just stick to practical stuff,” you argue, seizing his laptop and bringing it in front of you to take over.

“Come on, who doesn’t need an 18th-century replica cannon?” Benedict argues jovially, hooking his chin onto your shoulder and fluttering his eyelids in an attempt to get his way.

“I would argue your brother and my best friend,” you state pointedly, looking at him askance with a raised eyebrow, even as you secretly enjoy his silliness.

“Hmm, maybe you’re right,” he hums, sitting back up straight, “they’d probably just find a way to actually weaponise it during one of their fights.”

It’s three months later, and, just as she predicted on the first night they met, Kate and Anthony are engaged. Returning from a trip to Lake Cuomo two weeks ago, she had an enormous rock on her left hand and a grin like a Cheshire Cat, not just because of the jewellery. She claimed she orgasmed for thirty minutes straight even before she got the ring. You’re still in a low-key disagreement with her about whether that’s even possible.

Today is an uncharacteristically sweltering June day, so you and Benedict are taking refuge in the cool air-conditioning at Battersea Power Station, down the road from the gallery he’s exhibiting in. You sit on a sofa with iced coffees trying to cobble together a gift registry—a task Kate and Anthony have lumbered you both with as matron of honour and best man.

“Who has their wedding registry at Harrods and Fortnum and Mason anyway?” you grouse.

“Family tradition,” he states airily. Sometimes you forget just how rich the Bridgertons are.

“You’re far too fucking posh,” you roll your eyes. “What’s wrong with John Lewis, like normal people?”

“Tell you what,” one of Benedict’s arms encircles your waist and lightly tickles, causing you to squirm, a distraction tactic to wrestle back control of his laptop with his other hand, “if we get married, the registry can be at John Lewis, and you can explain to my tearful mother why you want to break Bridgerton tradition.”

You know it’s an offhand, meaningless comment said in jest, but the words ‘we get married’ seem to echo around your head, even as he cackles triumphantly to himself and clicks ‘add to registry’ on the ridiculous cannon. As revenge, you swipe his brownie and take a big bite which he attempts to snatch back. You are giggling and tussling, crumbs flying, when a sophisticated French voice cuts into your childish playfulness.

“Benoit!? Je pensais que c'était toi!”

Your giggles die out as you untangle from Benedict to observe a beautiful petite brunette woman with elfin features. She clings to another striking woman who can barely conceal her look of disdain.

You feel Benedict freeze up, his body suddenly tense. Defensive.

“Tessa,” he nods after what feels like an age of awkward silence.

Oh god. It’s her. This is his ex-wife. For some reason, here in London.

“It’s good to see you,” she switches to lightly accented English, her arm gripping the other ladies tighter.

“Likewise,” he says curtly, holding himself stiffly in a way that suggests anything but.

Tessa turns her doe-eyes to you, pointedly awaiting an introduction. It takes him a moment to realise it, and your chest suddenly aches in sympathy for the little-boy-lost expression you can see through the cracked veneer of civility.

“Oh right… Thérèse Durand, Tessa, meet y/n y/l/n,” he gestures flatly. “Y/n, this is Tessa… and Clarissa,” he sneers the other woman’s name, and instantly you know who she is—the one Tessa left him for.

You politely nod and make an awkward small wave gesture, unsure what else to do. Benedict appears to be in some form of shell shock; gently, you squeeze his arm until he blinks as if coming back online.

“Well… I can see you are busy,” Tessa nods at the laptop, “I will not delay you plus,” switching back to French for the last word, exchanging loaded looks with Clarissa.

With another awkward nod, they turn their heels and walk away.

‘She looked weird, didn’t she?’ he stutters as they retreat.

“I don’t know her, Ben,” you remind softly, “I just met her.” Mainly you are concerned by how utterly disconcerted he is by merely bumping into her.

“Trust me, she looked weird,” he affirms, still watching the space they occupied even as they turn a corner and disappear.

You just rub his arm in what you hope is a soothing pattern, unsure what to say.

“Ughhh. A continent of 745 million people… I was just bound to run into my ex-wife at some point, right?” his sarcastic humour flaring as he puts his head in his hands.

“You even tried to put a body of water between you,” you concur, attempting levity. “Seems bloody unlikely to happen… but then I’d say so is a replica cannon for a wedding present, but you insist on it,” you joke softly, bumping his shoulder lightly.

When he tilts his head up and cracks a tiny smile, you breathe a silent sigh of relief.

—

“Although marrying you may suggest otherwise, I have not had a complete taste bypass,” Kate barbs at Anthony as they stand around a coffee table the next day.

They are moving in together pre-wedding, and they definitely have strong opinions about each other’s possessions. You and Benedict have arrived to assist them in unpacking their fancy Kensington mews, but your primary role may well be as referee.

Kate turns to you. “Y/n, please, do you like this thing?”

You purse your lips, not wanting to offend.

“Be honest,” Anthony adds, hands on his hips, looking at your expectantly.

Sheepishly, you shake your head.

“What's wrong with it?” Anthony asks.

“Honey,” Kate loops her arms around his neck, “it’s so awful, I can’t even begin to tell you what’s wrong with it.”

Anthony rolls his eyes, but you can tell he secretly enjoys how she nuzzles his neck, and he pulls her into his arms. “Brother, what do you think?”

Benedict is staring out of the window; he doesn't even turn around, just mumbles. “It’s fine.”

You glance over your shoulder at him, concerned about his moroseness but say nothing.

“Look, I think it will be fine in your home office,” Kate offers conciliatory. “It will go perfectly with that ugly drinks hutch thing,” she suggests, wanting to sound helpful.

“Wait, wait….,” Anthony withdraws from their embrace. “You don't like my home bar??” he throws his hands up in a what-the-hell gesture.

Kate goes to answer but is interrupted by Benedict turning around to speak. “You know, we started like this—little disagreements about things. We thought it was so cute. Well, want my advice? Put your initials on your shit now, so you know whose is whose before it all gets jumbled together.”

“Ben …” you murmur a warning, seeing his irritation flaring. He ignores you.

“Cos someday, believe me, you will go twenty rounds on who gets this coffee table. This stupid, ugly, the-80s-called-and-they-want-their-glass-monstrosity-back will cost you five times as much as you paid for it in legal fees from the firm of I-don’t-even-want-this-but-I-want-you-to-have-it-even-less and Sons.”

“I thought you liked it?” Ant counters, frowning deeply.

“I WAS BEING POLITE!!” Benedict exclaims loudly before storming out.

Kate and Anthony gape at the doorway, shocked at the completely uncharacteristic outburst.

“He… he just bumped into Tessa,” you offer quietly as if to explain, then with a nod, go to seek him out.

“I want you to know something,” you hear Kate say as you leave, pulling Anthony into her arms and placing a kiss on his cheek. “I will always hate that fucking ugly eyesore you claim is furniture.”

You find Ben outside lingering on the pavement, kicking a loose stone into the gutter. Looking to all intents and purposes like he needs a cigarette to calm down.

The minute he sees you, he holds up a hand, an admission of fault. “I know, I know.”

“Ben…. you’re going to have to find a way not to express every feeling you have the moment you have them,” you point out, aiming for delicacy.

This morning he berated a kid in Costa for getting his tea order wrong, which is unlike him. You know that the only reason can be bumping into Tessa and all the residual anger and hurt about it bubbling to the surface.

“I just bumped into my ex fucking wife. So yeah, excuse me if I try to warn my brother what a shitshow their life could become,” he grumbles, confirming your suspicions.

“There are times and places for these things… and when they are just moving in together might not have been the time to bring up divorce,” you try to point out gently.

“Oh really? Well, next time you’re giving a lecture on being a fucking droid, R2, let me know, and I’ll be sure to sign up,” he snarks.

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?!?” you demand, hands on hips indignantly, your own anger flaring at his cutting remark.

“It means nothing bothers you. I never see you get upset about Tom. I never see you get upset about anything at all; in fact,” he derides. “Don’t you care your longest relationship ended? Don't you experience any sense of loss?!”

“I feel things; I just choose to deal with my break up privately, like a grown-up,” you volley back, aiming to wound as much as he did.

“Please,” he rolls his eyes witheringly. “Sleeping with a bunch of idiots doesn't mean you have dealt with your breakup; it just means you’re avoiding it.”

“Better than not fucking anyone, you coward,” you shoot back, hurt he would bring up your recent, mildly slutty behaviour.

For a few moments, it's just a nettled staring match; you are not willing to give an inch.

“Besides, even if we know relationships are more than likely going to fuck up, you don't wish it on your friends or family, right? You want to believe that it will work for them. I mean, I don’t fully get those two as a couple, but fuck they are so happy, Ben,” you gesture at their windows. “I want to believe it will work for them. I really do. And even that it will work for us again one day. That we will find our people.”

You see all the wind fall out of his sails, deflating before your eyes.

“Fuck, you’re right,” he sighs, “I'm so sorry,” he pulls you into a hug. ”I never want to fight with you,” he avows, his breath warm on your temple.

“I'm sorry too,” you admit into his jaw. “I didn't mean the coward thing,” you mumble, feeling guilty but enjoying the warmth of his embrace.

“No, but you’re right,” he concedes. “I need to get back out there properly. God, Tessa just really threw me for a fucking loop yesterday, and I didn't sleep at all. I’m taking it out on all the wrong people today.”

His honest confession feels like the Ben you know and, yes, love. You band your arms around him tighter and stay quiet for a few beats, knowing all is forgiven.

Just as you break apart, Anthony bursts through the front door hauling the coffee table with considerable effort.

“Don't say a fucking word,” he grouses.

—

“Could you come over?” you snuffle as the call connects.

It’s a month after Kate and Anthony moved in together, and you know they are out celebrating tonight, so you don't want to bother her.

“What’s wrong?” Benedict’s cadence changes as he realises you sound off. It appears he’s moving to a quieter spot, the loud background noise of wherever he is fading slightly.

“He’s getting married!” You wail, gesturing wildly so the wine almost slops out of the bottle you are swigging from.

“Who is?” You can hear his frown, even down the phone.

“Tom!” You exclaim over a hiccup as if irritated he can’t read your mind.

“I’ll be right there,” the reassuring promise in his sincere tone makes you clasp your chest. Good old handsome, sweet, reliable Ben. What a great friend.

Half an hour later, you answer the door with a tissue in hand, uncaring that you likely look a state—your hair half up in a messy bun and swamped by an oversized hoodie, concealing your pyjama shorts and vest.

You collapse into Benedict’s arms when he shoots you a sympathetic look.

“Thank you. For coming. Why are you so smartly dressed?” you hiccup into his fancy shirt.

“I was uhh on a date,” he admits reticently as you break apart.

“You left a date!?”

“Yep. I just said my best friend is having a crisis, and I had to go. It’s the truth,” he shrugs.

“Aw, I’m your best friend,” you pout with quivering eyes, which makes him laugh.

“You look like that silly emoji. And, of course, you are,” he says as if it's the most obvious thing. “I mean, I didn't tell her that my best friend is a woman—probably not a first date revelation,” he points out, slinging an arm around your shoulders and manoeuvring you towards your sofa.

“Oh god, first date?! Shit, I'm sorry. Go, go back to her!” You attempt to shoo him away, but he pulls you tighter under his arm and rolls his eyes as he surveys the mess that is currently your living room—so very out of character.

“You really did spiral, didn't you?” he chuckles, picking his way through the scattering of empty crisp packets and Cadbury wrappers to place you back on the sofa.

“She is supposed to be his rebound fling; she's not supposed to be ‘The One’,” you bawl, pointing at your laptop screen, still open to Tom’s wedding invitation.

Benedict takes the laptop and sighs, exiting the email window and smiling to himself as he sees your wallpaper - it's you and him in the novelty photobooth from last year's New Year party, heads together and grinning inanely. He closes the lid and twists to look at you, realising you have indeed not dealt with the heartbreak of your split with Tom at all over the last few months. You were just in denial about it all up until now. Knowing he has to tread carefully, he touches your shoulder.

“You broke it off because you wanted different things, remember?” he soothes. “Do you suddenly want kids?”

“No,” you pull a disgusted face.

“Then this is for the best,” he posits, brushing the hair from your cheek caught in your tear tracts.

“I’m difficult,” you lament, wallowing in a touch of maudlin self-pity now you have an audience.

“Challenging,” he amends with a crooked smile.

“I’m too closed-off and particular,” you throw out.

“You know what you want and refuse to compromise,” he argues, rubbing a thumb over your cheek in a comforting motion.

You look up from your self-indulgent tears and see his handsome face defending your worst qualities as positives, and you have never wanted another human more in your life. Perhaps the bottle of wine isn't helping, but right now, all you want - emotionally, physically, sexually - is the man before you.

“Fuck me, Benedict,” you murmur.

He barks a laugh. “Yeah, you've got yourself in a pickle,” he opines, bemused. And you wonder if he's being deliberately obtuse.

“No…” you clarify, placing your hand over the one curled around your face. “Fuck me. Please,” you stare into his eyes intently, making your request clear.

A thousand reactions ripple across his face, mostly surprise and confusion, but you also see how his pupils dilate, making your heart race.

“I don't think that’s a good idea,” he stumbles as his gaze flits to your mouth.

“That's not a no,” you point out, boldly swinging into his lap, straddling him, as you see him wrestling with so many thoughts.

“We are best friends,” he whispers, sounding almost afraid.

“And as my best friend, I am asking you to take me to bed and fuck me,” you state plainly, sliding your thighs wider until your core rocks over the seam of his jeans, wrapping your hands around the back of his neck.

“You've had too much to drink.” He sounds like he's trying to clutch at straws, but you don't miss how his hand is gripping your hip now, fingers warm through the cotton of your pyjama shorts.

“Enough to be emboldened, not enough to be unaware of what I'm doing,” you supply, attempting to alleviate any fear he may have of taking advantage. “You would simply be helping a friend in need, please.”

With your cards now all on the table, you see he is frozen, the conflict writ large on his face and part of your heart cracks. Oh god, maybe he doesn't want this, and he has no idea how to let an upset, vulnerable friend down gently.

“Fuck…” you mutter and drop your forehead onto his shoulder. “I never stopped to consider you may not want to fuck me anymore. I’m such an idiot. That was 11 years ago….”

The hand on your hip flexes.

“That's not the problem,” he growls, and your head shoots up to see the vein in his temple pulsing.

“Then what is?” you whisper, your limbic system alive with the idea he finds you attractive.

“You have just found out your ex is getting married, you drank a bottle of wine, and now you are propositioning me. I’m worried a large part of you will hate me tomorrow if I say yes,” he confesses, sounding almost vulnerable. “I’d prefer to keep you as a friend than fuck you and have you resent me for it.”

“But you want to?” you whisper, craving the affirmation to your fragile ego.

“Like you wouldn't believe,” he barely murmurs it. “But please get off me.”

You see the sincerity in his eyes and back down, feeling so many things in your tipsy heart—guilt you backed him into a corner, sad he turned you down, happy he respects you enough to do so.

Believing it is the grown-up thing to release him from this messed-up evening, you climb out of his lap and head towards your front door. The shame and embarrassment are starting to creep in; your need to hide and deny what you did ramping up.

“You are a better friend than me,” you acknowledge as he trails behind you. “And I apologise. Thank you. I guess I just needed confirmation that I'm desirable to someone.” you mumble, looking at the floor.

“Didn't you just have a date last week?” he points out as you both hover in the hallway.

“Yeah, but that's different….”

“How?”

“It's not someone who truly knows me,” you sigh, finally looking up at him again. His eyes are soft with understanding. He's so beautiful you almost want to cry.

“I need you to know something…” his voice even, but there's something awkward in the way he stares at the wall over your shoulder as he speaks, “....you are a beautiful, sexy woman. Anyone would be lucky to have you. I just….” He trails off, struggling for the right words.

“I understand,” you nod conciliatory. “I’m going to be mortified when I sober up,” you admit sheepishly, and you see his shoulders slump.

“I can’t leave you, not like this. I’d be a bad friend.” He takes a deep breath and steps aside into your kitchen. “Come on,” he coaxes when you just stand there staring at him. “Let’s get you a cup of tea and sobered up.”

You then watch as he potters around your kitchen making you toast and tea at 9 pm on a rainy Thursday evening. It’s such a wonderful, giving thing to do that you can only stand there and watch, mildly dumbstruck. It’s only when the inviting aroma hits your nose that you realise you haven’t even eaten anything except crisps and chocolate since yesterday.

He leads you to the sofa and then hands you a steaming hot mug of tea just how you like it and a plate with two perfectly toasted slices of bread slathered in butter. You tackle them greedily, murmuring your thank yous as he takes a seat in your armchair, a respectable distance, and queues up something brainless for you to enjoy.

You don’t talk as the next two hours unfold, him giving you space but also his presence so you don’t spiral into thoughts of how your rash moment may have ruined your friendship. Wordlessly telling you he is here as a friend and everything will be okay, despite the awkwardness. Bringing you another round of tea and toast, making himself some this time too. Even handing you paracetamol from your bathroom cabinet to pre-empt the muzzy head you can feel approaching. It's like he can intuit your needs before you can, making your heart clench even harder.

“I’m mostly sober now,” you confess quietly as an episode of the show you’re watching ends. “And I’ll be okay, honestly. Thank you for dropping your plans and coming to check on me. And I’m truly sorry for what I did. Propositioning you. I hope you can forgive me.”

“Let's consider it even,” he smiles mildly. “For the car ride from St Andrews?” he prompts when you look confused.

“Okay,” you giggle, heaving a huge sigh of relief, knowing somehow all is forgiven.

“Now, if you are truly okay, I shall get out of your hair,” he offers, slapping his legs before rocking to his feet.

“I'm okay,” you confirm quietly, a little pang in your chest that is not wanting to be alone but not saying it. Instead, you also stand up and drift again towards your front door to show him out. You want to ask him to stay but know it's a selfish request.

“Thank you, bestie,” you overenunciate and throw your arms around his shoulders, pulling him in for a bear hug.

“You are welcome, bestie,” he chuckles into your hair.

His body is warm and feels wonderful pressed against yours, and you linger, just indulging in the feeling of being held, squeezing your arms a little tighter, burying your face into his neck and huffing his delicious aftershave. You know you are pushing the boundary of what is acceptable for a hug between friends, but he's not fighting you off.

You pull back a little to look into his eyes. “Thank you, Ben, for everything,” more sincere now, sotto voce.

“You’ll be okay,” he assures, smoothing down your hair with tender strokes. “Dorset was just a blip on your radar. There is someone much better out there for you. Don't let him be the reason you doubt yourself. He is not worth your tears.”

It's a beautiful, supportive speech, and on instinct, you push up to give him a quick peck on the lips as a thank you. Just like at New Year's, his lips are warm and plush beneath yours as you press into them. Except this time, he freezes, and instantly, you realise your mistake.

“Shit, sorry,” you murmur as you fall back to your flat feet, realising that was a foolish move after what transpired earlier.

Something feels charged, and you sense a change in him, in his breathing.

“Again.” It's almost a snarl, and you worry you have annoyed him.

“Yes, Im sorry again,” you confirm meekly.

“No,” his eyes pop open, blazing, and his voice has taken on a different tone, almost foreign. “Again.” You merely frown until he pitches forward, his breath harsh on your lips. “Kiss me again.”

“But….” you begin to protest, even as you do as he asks, heart in your throat. Your lips meet, and he kisses you back this time—ferociously.

And a firework explodes in your chest.

It's as if you have never been kissed before, your skin tingling all over with instant exhilaration. As your lips slide together in an almost desperate dance, his hands grab your face, tilting your head to the left. Then he is opening his mouth….

Oh fucking hell.

Benedict taglist: @makaylan @foreverlonginguniverse @iboopedyournose @colettebronte @aintnuthinbutahounddog @severewobblerlightdragon @margofiore @writergirl-2001 @heeyyyou @enichole445 @enchantedbytomandhenry @ambitionspassionscoffee @chaoticcalzoneranchsports @nikaprincessofkattegat @baebee35 @crowleysqueenofhell @bridgertontess @fiction-is-life @lilacbeesworld @angels17324 @broooookiecrisp @queen-of-the-misfit-toys @eleanor-bradstreet @divaanya @musicismyoxygen84 @benedictspaintbrush @miindfucked @sorryallonsy @lilithseve @cayt0123 @hottytoddyhistory @truly-dionysus @fictionalmenloversblog @zinzysstuff @malpalgalz @panhoeofmanyfandoms @kinokomoonshine @causeimissu @delehosies @mlovesbridgerton @m-rae23 @last-sheep @kmc1989

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landoslvr · 2 months

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MRS CHRIS | c. dixon

summary: a scroll through your internet presence as 'mrs chris'. [social media AU.]

pairing: fem!reader x chris dixon (chrismd)

faceclaim: eva meloche

notes: first piece for mrs chris out of the wag universe. eva is gonna be the main fc I use for mrs chris, hopefully you like it!

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yourinstagram charity match this week, plus some other fun tidbits

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user that outfit 🤩

user I knew she was a rhode girly 💅

taliamar soooo pretty 🤍🤍🤍

stephan_tries the only person who is safe from my slander in the commentary box

yourinstagram it's because without me you would've been cancelled a loooooong time ago

stephan_tries best pr manager in the biz

user my idol tbh

user you radiate good energy

chrismd10 another day, another slay 😚

yourinstagram please never speak again

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chrismd10 there's norway this is my job

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faithlouisak my daughter's gonna see that picture one day

user get y/n on it now!!!

user creating more work for y/n by posting ethan's ass pics

user couple goals 😩💅

user when he makes her job harder 🤩🤩🤩

user chris hitting the glow-up hard 🤤

user y/n knew what his potential was 🤍

user they started dating and he just got hotter??

user that harry shot was lethal 🫣

user sick video 👍🏽

yourinstagram why must you do this to me? do you hate me?

behzinga I'm sorry

yourinstagram I'm letting you go

chrismd10 sorry mate

yourinstagram you're next md

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yourinstagram norway for the week <3 at shoots and scrubbing ass pics from the internet 🫶🏼

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user she's just so pretty 🫠

chrismd10 good luck with that 🫣

yourinstagram you can explain to olive why her dad's bum is all over the internet one day christopher

faithlouisak aunty y/n would NEVER do that to her beloved neice

yourinstagram my literal baby girl 😭

user y/n drinking wine to ignore her boyfriend and other clients being stupid

user literally every person in the new video, apart from danny, is a part of y/n's client base

user how does she do this shit

user girl has managed to stop HARRY LEWIS from getting cancelled, I'm convinced she can do anything

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yourinstagram mixing work with pleasure apparently..

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user EAT HIM UP Y/N

user in the words arthur television: she gagged him

calfreezy send kart 21 down the river

user chris on a ladder is so funny to me 😭

maxbalegde sexy pr lady, come over right NOW, you look too good to not be at my place of residence

yourinstagram be right there xx

user casual london fashion week pic on the 2nd slide x

yourinstagram humble bragging 😩

user I want her life 😭😭

user ikr literally hanging out with all your friends because you manage their image? sign me up

yourinstagram rlly easy guys, just date a famous youtuber and have a media and communications degree xxxx just so easy!!

chrismd10 never forget where you came from.. me

yourinstagram okay mr arsenal bedsheets x

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yourinstagram I got my Greece trip- I mean video... and got to pick which extras to bring along......

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user quick everyone act shocked that chris is there

user oh my gosh.. no way, chris? I am so surprised

yourinstagram I appreciate the effort guys 🥲

user she just is that bitch 😭

user you know she's got every single one of those men wrapped around her finger

arthurtv i wasn't one of the chosen ones 💔

yourinstagram because im tired of you and chris sharing a bed and me sleeping on the hotel couch

chrismd10 foiled again arthur

calfreezy send me this pic you traitor

user pr manager/photographer

yourinstagram I need a pay rise

chrismd10 thanks for stowing me away in your suitcase xx

user she's mothering I love it

user so hot

user major fitty ❤️‍🔥🤩

taliamar so true

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chrismd10 constantly reminding me who she is in that first photo. happiest of birthdays to my pr manager and nothing else!

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user happy birthday y/n the pr manager!!

user a y/n photo dump is my favourite kind!!

user spoil us chris!!

wroetoshaw happy birthday y/n!

faithlouisak my wife's birthday 🤩

ksi happy birthday to the goat

user chris and y/n be sappy challenge

callux the queen! happy birthday!!

vikkstagram happy birthday mrs chris!! thanks for everything

yourinstagram thank your lucky stars you posted all nice pictures or I would've deleted your youtube channel xxxx

user Y/N PLEASE 😭

#chrismd x reader #chrismd #chris michael dixon #chrismd imagine #chrismd oneshot #cel's social media aus #chris dixon x reader

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tomsparkyr · 2 years

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𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐘, 𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐘

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:

summary: after harry finds out it’s you on the other side of the wall, he becomes extremely jealous on the way the other guys are flirting with you during ‘sidemen blind dating’

masterlist.

harry lewis x fem!reader

wroetoshaw x fem!reader

warnings: none really? really short one-shot,, sorry !! fluff, flirting, suggestive themes and dirty jokes and answers i guess :))

thanks for the request @hoperu14 !! (ps, i’d like to apologise SO BADLY ! you requested this in january and i’m such a dick and forgot about it and now it’s finished and i left it to rot in the drafts for ages,, i’m so so so so sorry and i hope this was worth it </3)

don’t steal any of my work, thanks!

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𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘’𝐒 𝐏𝐀𝐋𝐌𝐒 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐓, his hands rubbing on the joggers accompanying his legs. His neck cracked multiple times and eyes screwed shut in displeasure. His right leg was bouncing up and down in anticipation, shoes squeaking on the floor with every tap. A small whiteboard was placed on the floor, underneath this chair; written in a bold, black pen saying the number 4.

Ethan was sat behind him, eagerly shoving his phone in his face to show him a tiktok that had made him crack up. Harry wasn’t exactly paying attention however, he was more concerned on who the hell would be next to appear behind that black screen just a few meters away from him.

The sound of heels clacking against the marble flooring made all seven of them straighten their posture, wiping on a pretty smile for the cameras. Ethan slid his phone into the pocket of his joggers and nudged the dirty blonde next to him in a suggestive way; leaving the man confused of his sudden excitement at the new voice.

Harry’s ears perked up at the familiar sound, the tone that would echo in his mind for ongoing hours whenever they opened their mouth. His mind went blank when the woman behind the screen introduced themselves, missing the key part of whether it really was who he thought.

His fingers picked at the corners of the whiteboard, pulling out the cardboard shoved in between and flicking it mindlessly onto the set’s flooring. He furrowed his brows listening to the soothing voice, if it really wasn’t you, then he’s just fallen in love all over again with a clone of you.

“If you were to meet me at a club, what would your first pick up line be?”

The men all pondered for a moment, minds reeling on what to say; and what would get under Harry’s skin to confess. “Boy number one” You queried.

Simon sat with a smirk on his face, Harry sat behind him. He puffed out his chest a little and rubbed his hands together. “I would tell you a joke about my penis, but it’s too long.” The sidemen gasped along with you, a quietened chuckle from your side while screams of laughter appeared opposite.

Hearing you (what he guessed was you) laugh at that joke, fuelled something inside Harry that he had yet to experience in 25 years. His friends flirting shamelessly with you while they absolutely know that Harry is head over heels in love with you? His oblivious brain couldn’t comprehend that this was ultimately a set up, a very clever set up that was.

“Boy number three?” You smiled from the other side of the wall. JJ cleared his throat and Harry groaned into the palm of his hand, Ethan slapping him on the back repeatedly as giggles unconsciously slipped from his mouth.

“What’s your name? I want to get it right when I shout it later.” JJ said with a straight face. Everyone around him screamed in shock and even Tobi fell off his chair in pure flabbergast. Harry bit his lip to stop himself saying anything that would get him in trouble, anger and jealousy bubbling up in his stomach.

The remains sidemen who weren’t already on the floor in tears of laughter, looked at Harry and the red flush that had adorned his face. His skin becoming hot and neck flaring in a heat rash. Sure he could handle the calm, minuscule jokes and pick-up lines on anyone, but on you? Nope. Nah— He wants you and boy, was it had to contain.

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The video had wrapped up about 10 minutes ago, much to Harry’s hopes. He stormed out of the set and to where he knew you’d be waiting. He opened the door harshly, greeted with you sat on your phone, legs crossed over one and other.

“Glad you told me you were going to be in the video—“

“So you do like me, huh?” You interrupted him with a smile dancing on your smug face. Harry was taken aback; how did you know?

“What?” He sputtered out. He rubbed his hands together, eyes blown wide and gulping hardly the more you stared him down.

“The guys, they told me this whole thing that you’re crazy about me? And God, I didn’t believe it because well… it’s you— and then they dragged me into this video spontaneously and showed me exactly how you were reacting. Was that all part of the video or do you really like me, Harry?” You stood up and walked closer to him, almost chest to chest.

Harry blinked in pure shock, his heart raising the closer you got. “Wait. Rewind, what do you mean by ‘it’s me?’” He breathed rabidly.

You looked down at his lips for a split second. “I like you, it what I’m trying to say.”

Harry smiled almost instantly, shaking his head with a breathy chuckle falling from his mouth before pulling you in by your face and smashing his lips onto yours.

His hands slid down to your waist and wrapped his strong arms around your figure, pulling you closer to his body warmth. You smiled into the kiss, fingers playing with his hair and pulling on the small strands. Harry pulled away momentarily, “God, watching them flirt with you was torture. I like you so much, Y/N.” You laughed at him before pulling his lips back to yours.

Unbeknownst to you two, the sidemen all watched from the door Harry thought he had slammed shut earlier. They all high-fived each other and skipped away like little school girls knowing that Harry had got his girl.

this was so bad omg i’m so so sorry

#wroetoshaw imagine #wroetoshaw x reader #wroetoshaw #harry lewis imagine #harry lewis x reader #sidemen x reader #sidemen #youtube

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alexiavettel · 1 year

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chapter two

“The world was whole then, the sun and moon together as one”

pairing: charles leclerc x fem¡stroll!reader

word count: 1.4k+

warnings: asshole!charles, asshole!reader, mentions of Jules (this one actually trigger me), google translator italian/french, light mentions of death

disclaimer: any photo used is not supposed to represent the reader, are all Pinterest pics that matches the context

PS: reader is a slytherin (just like me) sorry if you don’t see yourself in this house but just matches perfectly with her personality.

⇦⇦⇦ previous part

(Y/N) Stroll POV:

I fixed the straps of my Ferrari red dress which in my opinion is RIDICULOUS to dress up in this specific colour. Okay, I’m not gonna lie I look pretty hot in this tone of red but I look hot in every tone of red so fuck it. I think I would look prettier in my classic green but let’s keep this in mind for the season start gala he’s gonna have to wear a dark green suit at least.

Got my keys, purse and mobile and headed to my Aston Martin Valhalla that my dad gave it to me (exclusive till the moment because customers will only order at the middle of 2023).

•

“Wow dressed up all for me?” Charles annoying Leclerc smirked while hugging me and kissing my cheek (ew this feels so weird).

“Unfortunately yes. But good news for me is that you are wearing a green suit in the gala next week in exchange” I didn’t told anyone yet but he doesn’t need to know.

“Absolutely not! Binotto is going to kill me”

“I talk with him about it no problem, sweetheart” I said while seating and opening the menu.

“Already knows what you’ll eat?” I asked after some minutes in weird silence.

“Probably a carbonara, the pasta in this place is amazing. You should try it”

“Well I’ll ask for some tagliatelle” I stand up my arm to call the waiter.

“It’s a Italian restaurant (Y/n) they speak Italian, let me do the talk for you mon ange”

“Prenderemmo uno tagliatelle, uno spaghetti alla carbonara e un vino per favore” I said smiling right after rolling my eyes at the driver.

“Qualche preferenza per il vino?”

“Voglio un Castello Tricerchi Brunello di Montalcino, grazie”

“I-I didn’t know you speak Italian” he gasped?

“Now you do” I forced a smile (god this is also entering the list of best moments, he looks soo taken back)

“S-So Lorenzo gave me a couple of questions we should do to know each other better in case the reporters ask us” he said picking his phone to show me a WhatsApp message with a bunch of questions.

“For real?? Shoot it, so we can end this up faster”

“Okay, favourite colour?”

“Your’s red mine’s green and black”

“Obsessed” he faked a cough “Do you have any pets?”

“Yeah, I got a Doberman named Sirius”

“From Sirius Black, like the Harry Potter one?”

“Yeah” god, where’s the food?

“Wait. What’s your Hogwarts house?” He asked like is the most important question ever.

“I’m a slytherin, for sure the best one” sorry not sorry.

“Hm I thought so, you kinda look a bit like Voldemort”

“Says the one who looks like one of Malfoy’s friends”

“Excuse me!? Whatever, back to pets I don’t got any. But I would like to have a little dog, nothing like a Doberman they’re scary-“

“He’s actually pretty cute but he’s trained so I can make him bite your flat ass” I would pay good money to watch this scene.

“Best moment in F1”

“Silverstone podium, last year” a hard race but I got my best result there. A P3 with Bottas in P2 and Lewis in P1.

“Monza, 2019” he smiles gently but drop it when reads the next question.

“Worst moment in F1”

“Jules’ accident” I answer without thinking twice.

This is actually one of my worst memories ever, Charles was lucky for didn’t get to see it in person like I did. I couldn’t sleep properly because of the nightmares for 3 weeks straight. Jules took care of me when I was younger, specially because I always competed against his godson so we always were together, he was kinda a big brother figure for me. He knew that my father payed more attention in my younger brother and he said something once that made me really try to get into F1…

“You’re a good kid (Y/N), you’ve got a long way. Call me crazy but I can see it featured everywhere ‘First female driver in Formula One in decades. The very much first female race winner ever. She came from far but she came to win! (Y/N) Stroll is the winner of the Canadian Grand Prix’” he said with a commentator voice making me laugh.

“I know it’s soo hard to be part of a real team in F1 and being a girl we both know will be even harder but you got to do it. You are stronger than almost all those little boys and you are going to show them in the future, but don’t be too harsh with my little Charles okay? I want to see you guys driving together one day” I tried to smile back at him but I wanted to cry so bad.

“I want to drive with you one day, Jules!” I said hugging his legs.

“I can’t promise that we will but I want to do that too, okay? Gonna make everything possible to make it happen, girl” he ruffled my hair gently.

“Yeah because he already promised me that, you ugly” Charles screamed at me coming out of nowhere “Come fast or I’ll slash your tires”

“I miss him so fucking bad. I was going to say the same thing, at least there’s one thing we agree with” he tried to laugh, and the waiter just arrived with our food.

“If exist something that lift me up from sadness around this topic it’s wine and think that he would be proud of me and my achievements. I like to remember all the memories we got together like me, you, Pierre and Esteban with Jules, Norman and Lorenzo taking care of us and trying to compete in karts but these old bastards almost made us crash every time” he let out a genuine giggle and true smile before trying the wine.

“Hmmm good wine choice”

“I know, it’s one of my favourites. My brother gave me this one as a prank and I ended up liking it”

“So one more question. Biggest dream?”

“Both of us dream in being world champions don’t we?”

“You actually right, ew. Okay, hm your dream travel?” He asked after chewing (disgustingly) his pasta, I swear he eats like a child.

“Don’t know if I have one… Maybe Seychelles, I discovered this place recently but it’s so pretty, like the ocean and the rainforest is incredible in the pics I saw. Or maybe Egypt! I’ve never been there-“

“Okay I got it, you like travelling! I don’t know mine, but I would like to see Argentina better maybe? Now-”

“Wait my BeReal just-“ I love this app but sometimes I would like to uninstall this shit “Give me your hand!”

“What?” When he took my hand in his I took my BeReal without showing his face.

“You don’t have it?” I asked putting my phone back in my purse, just waiting to see my friends' reactions.

“Pierre actually told me to download it but I don’t know”

“Oh come on it’s fun, download it!” I picked up his phone and put in his hands while drinking the end of my glass.

“I mean is kinda cool but what’s the point? What if I’m in the bathroom?”

“The point is being real like showing yourself to your friends without make up, filters, you know just living your life. And when it notifies in the bathroom just put your hand in front of the camera it’s for best”

“Okay…”

•

I’m ABSOLUTELY out of breath after seeing the BeReal’s reactions:

😲 pedritogostoso10: bitch u didn’t told me??? ik this watch is expensive so at least it’s a good catch

😃 howdydannyric: wow good pasta but poor wine choice 🤠

>>> memyselfstroll: just because it isn’t expensive doesn’t mean it’s bad

>>> howdydannyric: whatever you say extreme cheapskates

😍 yourdreamliv: hope you liked the dress in the end 👀❤️

>>> memyselfstroll: i just don’t stop paying you bc if i do some public shit u gonna save my ass!!

😍 thebestleclerc: enjoyed the questions?

>>> memyselfstroll: you dont know how much i hate u rn Lorenzo

If only I could tell Daniel… but he will bring this up till the rest of my life. Well I can tell him we are fake when we go public, I just need to remember that not a lot of people can know about it. In the moment just me, my “boyfriend”, our PRs, my father, my pt and our team principals.

I only can imagine when Danny and Seb get to know it. Not even my brother knows I’m “dating” someone, he’s going to get so frustrated when I tell him it’s fake! This boy try to get me a boyfriend for so many years it’s going to be funny tho.

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