#joe weller x reader

[huhustuff]

can i request a really angsty jj x reader? like way back when he was fight Logan, and Jake decides to verbally attack the reader or something? also don’t be shy to throw in protective!sidemen into the mix.

have a great day/ night <3

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𝘾𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙚___𝙆𝙨𝙞 & 𝙎𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙣 𝙭 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

Thank you so much for requesting and a good day/night to you too!! This is my first time writing angst, but I hope yall like it <3. Also the setting might be a little unaccurate, but it helps the story to flow better.

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From the start you had always been anxious about JJ doing boxing. Since it was JJ he put a lot of work into it and became very good. And of course you didn't even doubt that he'll beat Joe Weller. But even considering that, there was something in you that was always worried.

So here you were. Worried about him, again. You forced yourself to fully believe that he'll win, because you couldn't imagine what would happen if he lost to Logan.

Before the night you and the boys decided to go to a party before the big fight day. The others had noticed your worry and hoped that a few drinks and some fun would cheer you up. To be honest it had been ages since you've gone to a party without JJ. He had been quite protective from day one. Eventhough he knew that you could look after yourself, he still found himself always worrying if you were okay and well.

As the black car drove to the destination you sat on the backseat, playing with the hem of your statin mini dress and scolding yourself for being worked up. But soon you were snapped out of your trance. "You okay?" Harry asked you with a concerned expression on his face.

"Yeah, just a little nervous about tomorrow" you chuckled at the boy next to you, trying reassure him. "He'll beat his ass, don't worry" Simon said from the frontseat and you smiled, "I hope you're right Minter".

"We're here" Harry mumbled and you stepped out of the car, only to be met with unwanted cameras. At first you and the guys somehow rushed passed them, but after some time when you went to grab a few drinks they found you again. The paparazzi started asking questions about the fight, who do you think will win and some other overasked questions. You were answering their questions while masking your annoyance with a slight smile untill you heard one of the interviews say, "Jake! Any interesting opinions about the upcoming fight?". After tracing the interviewer's eyes to your right you were suprised to find Jake Paul coming closer to you.

You and Jake had a light history, if you can even call it that. Jake was once asked who was his youtuber celebrity crush and he had answered you. At the time you had a decent sized channel that had just reached 4 million subscribers, but it was still odd to many. Your friends found it really funny though and joked about it quite often. But you thought he was just a douche. So when Ethan joked about it in a sidemen video, you didn't hold back and gave your honest opinion on the spoiled brat. Of course Jake wasn't happy after that and went straight into 'i never liked you anyways you ugly whore' mode. But his hateful comments didn't really bother you since you didn't watch him nor cared about him.

He stepped right next to you and flashed a cocky grin to the cameras. "Well, you all know what I think. I think you should ask KSI's girlfriend that". Your eyes were looking for the others in the crowd, but you couldn't find them. As you didn't know what to say next, anxiety was rising in you. JJ and you were complicated at the moment, there wasn't any relationship confirmed between the two of you or on social media.

"I'm sorry, but I should go and look for the others now" you forced a smile, trying to get out of the situation because you felt as if you'll regret not doing it later. "Come on, Y/N. Don't act like it's a secret that the two of you are fucking" Jake laughed and grabbed your shoulder to prevent you from leaving. You looked into his crazed eyes and realized that he was heavily drunk. But the interviewers were eating up his non-filtered speech, knowing this will get them lots of clicks and views.

"Or does he just use you as a easy fuck. Is that why it hurts to be called his girlfriend?" Trying to get under your skin he moved even closer to you. 'Has he really forgotten that we're being filmed right now?' You thought to yourself. "Just because you treat women like shit doesn't mean that everyone does" you snapped back at him with a stern tone.

As Jake moved back from you his cocky grin turned into angry frown. Suddenly you spotted Josh in the distance and ran to him without any other words to the interviewers. "Gosh, we were looking for you anywhere" Josh said with a face of concern that was fading into slight relief. "Are you alright?" He gently touched your shoulder. Josh always noticed when you got overwhelmed and this time wasn't any different. "Um, just a little overwhelming, but, yeah, it's alright" you answered. "Fuck this place, let's get you back in the car" he started leading you to the car.

"He said what ?!" Tobi's eyes shot wide after you told the guys about what had just happened. "Fucking cunt" Ethan cursed and you just nodded at him as a response. "JJ is not gonna be happy about this" Vik sighed, making Harry let out a sarcastic chuckle, "Yeah, no shit".

The guys were frustrated and you weren't suprised, knowing their protective nature towards you. "I think I'm gonna go and head to sleep now. Good night guys!" You said and started heading to your room. The guys wished you 'good night' and continued talking, but Tobi decided to follow you.

When you were just about to open your door you heard a "Wait" and turned around to see Tobi speedwalking towards you. The man stopped in front of you and opened his mouth to say something, but suddenly nothing came out. Tobi somewhat knew what he wanted to say, yet he didn't know how to word it. "Yeah, he hit a little close home, but I've heard worse from jerks like him" you chuckled to ease your friends concerns.

"Didn't even doubt it from you" Tobi snickered and put a hand on your shoulder. "But...If Jide comes, what do I tell him?" He asked with doubt lacing his voice. "Nahhh, he won't come, he needs to focus on boxing and stuff. But you don't have to worry about it Tobi." you smiled, however Tobi disagreed. "He'll come" he giggled and you did the same, knowing he's right.

You layed on your comfortable hotel bed and relaxed your mind. As your mind was drifting to dreamland you heard knocks on the door. You opened the door and there he was. He shouldn't be here right now and he looked tired, but you were more than happy to see him. JJ stepped in and gave you a slight, yet genuine smile.

There was no escape now. You had to address the topic that you'd been avoiding for a long time. JJ and you loved, acted and fucked as if the two of you were dating, yet it was never actually made official. You hated this, but you you knew that the both of you deserved to know if you guys were lovers, were you just fucking JJ or was it the other way around.

"You look tired" you mumbled, having no idea what to say. "The thing he said. It's not true you know", he ignored your claim. "Nothing he says is" you tried to make the mood a little lighter and earned a little chuckled from the man standing across from you. "But it can always be the other way around." JJ said in unexpectedly vulnerable words and tone. "Well, it's not like that right now", you forced a slight smile.

JJ pursed his lip and took a deep breath, "I love you, I really do. I know we aren't really a thing...,but I-I want you to know that. Shit, umm. I mean, I was thinking if you would like, want to be a something?" He stuttered with uncertainty. You looked into his dark eyes and felt them mirror yours. At that moment you realized that you weren't the only one who had been staying up late, wondering what they're really feeling and crying because the fear of their own emotions is too much.

The tears forming in his eyes reassured you that he was dead serious about this. Yet you had no idea what to do. You loved him and he certainly loved you, but that made this all even harder. The thought of a relationship ruining the pure love was too realistic and happened too often.

A salty tear dropped down your cheek as you felt the emotions inside you burst. You wanted to say that you love him out loud, but that meant a relationship. So how were the 4 words gonna drop from your tongue if the word 'commitment' alone sent chills down your spine.

Silence had dominated the conversation as the both of you stood in the little hallway of your hotel room. But soon enough JJ let out a sigh of relief as you nodded. "I love you too", you said and didn't waste anymore time before locking your lips with his.

When you pulled away, the both of you had the widest smiles on your faces. "I'm still gonna fuck Jake up for that though", JJ giggled. "I'm sure you will" you whispered under your breath and kissed him again.

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[fandom-imagines]

2 Truths and a lie: Calfreezy X Reader

Pairing: Calfreezy X Reader, Joe Weller X Reader (platonic) JJ X Reader (mentioned)

“Hey, guys. Welcome back to my channel” I smiled at the camera.

“Today I’m with the one and only Joe Weller” I laughed, pointing to the man who was to the left of me, who waved.

“And my boyfriend, Calfreezy” I continued, pointing at Cal who was sat next to me.

“So, what are we doing today, guys?” I asked, laughing at Joe who was pulling faces at the camera.

“I don’t know, Y/N. What are we doing?” I mimicked, making the boys laugh.

“Well, guys. We are play two truths and a lie” I replied to myself, leaning back against the couch that the three of us were sat on.

“If you don’t know what this game is, basically you tell two truths and a lie and the other person, or people in this case, have to guess which ones the lie. And if you get it wrong, you have to take a shot” I explained to the camera, pointing to the bottle of vodka below me before grabbing my slips of paper.

“So, we all have slips of paper with our statements written on them and we’re going to read them off one at a time.” I nodded, looking at the rest of the guys who nodded in agreement.

“Okay, Joe. You go first” I chuckled, watching him read his paper.

“I’ve got this. C’mon Weller” He said, taking a deep breath and straightening his back.

“I was a cheerleader at school. I didn’t have breakfast this morning or, I was actually born with a massive dong” He smirked, making Cal and I burst into hysterics.

“All of these are possible, except the last one” I winked, turning to Joe.

“How dare you!” He said, pointing his finger in my face.

“What are you gonna go with, Cal?” I asked, facing my boyfriend who looked deep in thought.

“I’m gonna say that the lie is you were a cheerleader” Cal announced, a confident smirk on his lips.

“Yeah, me too” I agreed.

Joe groaned, throwing his head back, making Cal and I cheer.

“Wait, so you were born with a massive dick?” I asked, jokingly earning a playful shove from him.

“Go on then!” I smirked, handing him a shot which he quickly threw back, a grimace on his face as his body shook.

“Okay, Cal your turn” I laughed, seeing the horrified look on his face.

“If you don’t get this right, we’re breaking up” He joked, turning his attention to the sheet in front of him.

“I once put laxatives in my mums’ tea and she spent the whole day on the toilet.” He began, glancing up at me and Joe.

“A girl was once chewing with her mouth open and was rude to the staff at the restaurant, so I texted JJ to call me for an ‘emergency’ and left the date halfway through and, a friend of mine once pissed in my teachers’ coffee dispenser during break” He finished, seeming confident.

“I think the JJ one’s fake” I smiled, turning to Joe.

“Yeah, me too” He nodded, turning towards freezy who had an unhappy look on his face.

“No!” He groaned, leaning back in his chair so quickly that he nearly fell off.

Laughing, I raised my hand up to high five Joe in celebration.

“A shot for you, my good sir” I said, faking an accent as I handed him a shot.

He chuckled, looking at the shot glass in his hand for a moment, before shrugging and raising it to his lips, barely even flinching as he swallowed.

“Your turn” He said, casually.

“You need to teach me how to take shots” I smiled, staring at Cal before Joe cleared his throat.

“Sorry to interrupt, but we have a video to film” He laughed, pointing towards the camera.

“I can’t decide how good these are, but we’re about to find out” I smiled, reading my sheet of paper.

“I once broke into my friend’s house in the middle of the night for a bowl of cereal.” I began, messing with the sheet of paper in my hand.

“I was involved in an FWB relationship with JJ a few years ago, and finally, I used to do volunteering in my free time when I was a teenager” I concluded, looking between the two.

“Well, this is obvious” The two of them said, making me smirk.

“Oh yeah?” I asked, smiling.

“The lie is obviously the JJ one” Cal smirked, proud of himself.

“Are you sure?” I laughed, tossing my paper at the bin, beside my door.

“Certain” He said, moving towards me.

“Me too” Joe agreed, nodding.

“Well, you’re both wrong” I shrugged, grabbing a bottle of water as the two-looked shocked.

“Wait, what?!” Joe gasped, a laugh of disbelief leaving his lips.

“How did we not know about this!” Cal asked flabbergasted.

“No way, you and JJ?!” Joe continued.

“Yep, six months” I told them, the pair still looking like they had just been told their girlfriend was pregnant.

“Shots for you both” I laughed, pouring them a shot of vodka.

“This isn’t fair, man” Cal sighed, looking at Joe before they both took their shots in sync.

“How did JJ lay you before me?” Joe asked, earning a punch to the shoulder.

“Back off, she’s my girlfriend” Cal chuckled, wrapping his arm around my shoulder, tightly.

“Well, I think this a perfect time to end the video” I said, continuing with my outro, despite the two men pulling faces in the background.

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“As fun as it has been filming with you, I need to leave” Joe said, standing up from his seat and brushing off his jeans.

“Do you want me to call you an uber? You’ve technically been drinking” I offered, to which Joe agreed.

“Come on then”

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“I still can’t believe you’ve fucked, JJ” Cal sighed.

We were currently sat on my couch, his arm placed on the back of the chair, over my shoulders.

“It was a hard time” I chuckled, leaning against Cal.

“I still don’t like it” He mumbled, thinking for a moment before smashing his lips against mine.

“Do I sense jealousy?” I smirked, my hand on his shoulder, the two of us laid back on the couch.

“I have every right to be” He whispered against my lips, pressing them back against my own.

“You do know JJ is going to comment on that video, right?” I asked, my hand now on the back of his neck.

“Well, I’m going to show him who you belong too” He smirked, his lips slowly travelling down my neck, making me giggle.

This was going to be great.

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[aligalloo]

Halloween Party

Paring: miniminter x reader Word count: 1,517 Warnings: A couple of swears, mentions of sexy times. Requested: Yes! Requests: Open (See below)

Y/N: Your name

One morning in late October, I wake up to the sound of my phone ringing. “What do you want?” I ask grumpily, not even bothering to look at who’s calling.  

“And good morning to you too, love,” I hear Simon’s voice on the other end of the phone. “I’m outside your door, can you let me in?”

I let out a huff and hang up on him, clambering out of bed and heading to the door of my London flat.  I open it and turn around without saying a word, on my way back to bed.  Simon follows me to my room and I flop face-down on the bed, grabbing a pillow as I do so.  As he walks through the door I throw it at him and hide under the covers, still pissed, but also giggling silently.  I listen suspiciously for him to jump on me, but I hear nothing, so I snake my head slowly out of the covers.

“Smile!” Simon says, as he snaps several photos of my glorious morning hair before setting his phone down.  I foolishly think that this will be the end of my morning wake-up call, and relax slightly.  The next moment, however, I feel his hands on my stomach, tickling me.

“Si-i-i-mon stop!” I gasp, laughing madly, “Why are you so mean?”

He stops with the tickling and I look up at him, seeing some unreadable emotion in his eyes.  He looks away briefly, and I shake my head, dispelling whatever I thought I saw.

“Because you’re just so adorable,” He laughs, poking me nose and dropping a kiss on my forehead.  He lays down beside me and I sigh happily, ready to go back to sleep.  

“Don’t you want to know why I’m here?” He asks, looking down at me with a smirk on his face.  

“Oh yeah! Why did you feel the need to wake me at this ungodly hour?”

“Well... Apart from wanting to see your beautiful face...”

I slap him good-naturedly on his arm, “Do carry on.”

“Harry and the Cals are hosting a Halloween party this Saturday, want to come?”

“Ooh that sounds fun! Isn’t Halloween on Tuesday though?” I ask in confusion.

“Well yeah, but some people actually have day jobs, including you love,” He laughs at me yet again, “You really must be tired, Y/N, you’re losing it.”

“Ughh,” I groan, “Yeah, I’ll go with you. Now can I go back to sleep?”

I slide down the bed and instantly fall asleep.  I hear Simon put something on Netflix but I ignore it and instead snuggle into his warm chest.  

-A couple of days later-

I’m over at the Sidemen house because I want Freya to approve my costume idea.  The boys are downstairs playing Fifa so we go into Josh’s room and I take out what I bought.

“Ta da!” I exclaim, ripping the bag off and holding its contents out proudly to Freya.

“Oh my god, that is hella sexy,” She gasps, taking it from me and inspecting it. “Try it on for me?”

I nod, and head into the bathroom to change into the costume.  I pull up a picture on my phone of my inspiration as I walk back out of the bathroom.

“... And I’ll have my hair like this.” I finish explaining the idea.

“Damn, Simon is gonna have an absolute spazz when he sees this,” Freya laughs, twirling me around so she can see the full effect.

“Did I hear my name?” Simon asks innocently from outside the door.

“SIMON MINTER, DON’T YOU DARE STEP FOOT IN THIS ROOM!” Freya yells through the door.

“Ok, ok,” I hear him say, and I can imagine him holding up his hands in mock surrender.

“We’ll be downstairs soon,” I call out to him.

“Bye.”

We arrive downstairs a couple of minutes later, and Freya goes over to Josh, no doubt telling him about what my costume plan is.  Simon comes up behind me and wraps his arms around my waste, resting his chin on my head.  “What were you doing closeted in Josh’s room?” He mumbles in my ear, making goosebumps rise on my skin.

“None of your business,” I smirk, “You’ll find out soon.”

“Ooh, was it a costume?” He asks, pulling away from me and turning me around so he can see my face.

“You’ll see,” I reply, giving him a peck on the cheek before skipping over to Freya.

“Do you guys actually not know how cute you are?” She asks, “It’s a little bit sickening to be honest.”

“Cute?” I scoff, “Me and Simon? Nahhh it’s all banter with him.”

“Hmm yeah totally,” Josh says, smirking while looking over at a confused Simon.  

-The day of the party-

I show up at Harry’s flat a couple of minutes late, because whoever said you should be on time for a party?  I walk in the door and am greeted by Weller, who gives me a hug before looking me up and down and letting out a whistle.  “If you need a hand with anything tonight, let me know.” He winks at me and I laugh, walking away from him.

I make my way through the rest of the party, greeting Sugg, Caspar, Will Lenney, and the rest of the Sidemen along with their respective girlfriends, getting compliments on my costume as I go.  I grab a drink and look around for Simon.  It takes a while, but I eventually see his blonde head talking to Freya in the corner.  He’s dressed as a classic vampire and I am impressed by how good he looks.    

I walk up to him and tap him on the shoulder.  “Hey spooky Simon.”

He whips around and stares at me for a second, speechless and with his mouth open.  He soon snaps out of it however, and nods appreciatively:  “Harley Quinn, yeah?  Looks good on you.”

I reach up to give him a kiss on the cheek. “You don’t look too bad yourself.”

Behind us, Freya clears her throat and comments, “What did I say, Y/N? Was I right or was I right?”

I just smirk, turning around and pulling Simon behind me as I search for another drink.

“What was that about?” He asks me, looking adorably confused.

“Ah, nothing.  Freya just made a comment the other day and now she thinks she was right.”

“Okkk,” He replies slowly, “Would it have anything to do with me?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” I say as I reach out and grab another drink.

I get more drunk as the night goes on, and it may just be the costume, but I’m feeling much more bold than usual.  I mostly hang out with Simon, and I find myself gradually getting closer and closer to him.  We are currently sitting down resting, and I’m practically in his lap.  I can feel his hand creeping up my leg, but nobody has noticed yet, thankfully.  

“Si, stop.”  I whisper in his ear.  I can feel him shiver underneath me, but ignore it.  “There’s people everywhere.”

“I don’t care, I want you.” He replies, stroking my arm.

Without any warning I hop up and walk over to the bathroom.  Once inside, I sigh deeply and look at myself in the mirror. “What the fuck are you doing, Y/N?” I say to myself.  “This is Simon.  He’s your best friend.”  

I hear knocking on the door and go to open it, seeing Freya on the other side.  I pull her into the room with me and say, ‘Simon just said that he wants me. What do I do?”

My friend looks at me knowingly and replies, “Well what do you want to do?”

“I want him,” I whisper in realisation.  “I need to find him,” I gasp, opening the door and looking around wildly.  I see him and head straight towards him, barely sparing a glance over my shoulder at Freya, “Thanks, I owe you one.”

I walk up to where he’s chatting with Will, grab him and plant my lips on his.  He doesn’t respond for a second but then I feel his lips moving in time with mine.  I wrap my arms around his neck and he grabs my waist, pulling me closer to him.  I hear cheering behind me but ignore it until I can no longer breathe.  I then break away from Simon and look around, to see Will laughing at us.  “We’ve all been wondering when that would happen,” He says, gesturing around at the sizeable audience who have gathered.

I bury my head in Simon’s chest and he looks around at the crowd.  “Show’s over, you can piss off now.”

He leads me towards the staircase, to a chorus of whistles and cheers.  We don’t make it all the way up the stairs before he pins me to the wall, attacking my lips like his life depends on it.  

“Get a room!” I hear from below. I flip the unknown person off before grabbing Simon’s hand and pulling him up the stairs and to a bedroom.  

-The next morning-

“Well fuck.”  

-fin-

Taking requests for: Sidemen, sidemen of the sidemen, WillNE, Joe Sugg, Caspar Lee, Buttercream Boys 

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[chrismdthings]

caught in the middle

pairing: chris dixon x reader warning(s): none note: requested by anon / i love writing for the charity match oml it makes me happy / 5,882 words

Beep... Beep... Beep..

Instead of the usual long, drawn out groan leaving your lips before you slam the snooze button on your alarm, you woke up that morning bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. You didn’t hate the thought of rolling out of bed and getting ready to face people, you didn’t hate yourself and wonder why you stayed up so late, instead you smiled as you opened your eyes and shut off your alarm before peeling the covers of your body and preparing for the day.

It was May 21st; the day of Sidemen FC v. Youtube Allstars once again meeting, but this time in The Valley Stadium just inside of London. It was the home of Charlton Athletic FC on any other given day, but this day, it was the place where two sides would clash for bragging rights.

And this year, you had been invited to tag along on a squad. Last go around in Southampton, you had suffered a small ankle injury before the squads were announced, so you had given up your selected spot to someone you thought of more deserving. Regardless of your close friendships with the Sidemen, whom were more like your older brothers as you had been recording with them for years and visited them nearly every weekend, you had joined the Youtube Allstars squad. 

Their fans knew you, not because you were in at least dozens of their videos and appeared everywhere from tweets to Snapchat stories, but because you had a channel of your own. It was not long ago that you found yourself being considered a “FIFA Youtuber” but you didn’t mind. Your channel was actually how you befriended everyone that would be in the stadium later that day.

After rolling out of bed, you took a quick shower, following along with your normal morning routine of washing your face and teeth and then changing into a pair of joggers and a simple tee.

As you continued to get ready by packing your things into a duffle back to take the stadium, you could heard hear your phone buzz for what seemed like a straight minute on the nightstand. You groaned and reached over, grabbing the device and looking at the screen to see numerous texts from a groupchat; the same groupchat that included almost every single member of both teams, give or take a few. You glanced over the texts to see that everyone was meeting down in the hotel ballroom for breakfast and a quick briefing about the match, and then everyone had at least an hour until they loaded onto a charter bus and left for the stadium together.

Deciding that you didn’t have anything better to do, and food sounded perfect at that moment, you slid your feet into your white ADIDAS and proceeded to grab your phone and keycard before making your way downstairs to the lobby. Everyone on the floor must have had the same idea too, because Tobi, Freezy, Harry, and Chip had all tagged along with you on the lift as well.

Both teams had met up in the ballroom and had a quick breakfast that morning to hold them over until after the match (when all the food and celebrating would ensue.) Instead of the full English breakfast, you chose something light; toast with avocado and cherry tomatoes. You had managed to eat it before the briefing began; it was sponsors and owners of the stadium who just gave a quick run-through before they were dismissed.

And even though everyone was dismissed, most of them lingered around. No one was going anywhere, especially since there was only minutes until they were due to leave. You sat next to Simon at a large round table, Vik and Joe and a little bit of everyone else was around as you all chatted for a bit about the match and what everyone expected from each other and the fans who were going to pack the stadium.

Glancing down at the watch on your wrist, you realized that there was about twenty minutes before everyone was due to leave. The others who returned to their rooms after the briefing were coming back down with their bags now, so you decided that you should go up and finish packing your bag. However, when you stood up to leave the table, you heard someone call out your name behind you.

You, and mostly everyone else who heard someone shout your name, turned around and glanced at the door. It was Chris. He was walking into the ballroom, holding onto a cup holder were two Costa Coffee cups were sitting inside and with a large grin on his face.

“This one,” Chris said pointing to the other coffee in the holder as he took the one coffee. “Is for you.” 

You smiled at him and took a step forward before grabbing the plastic cup from the holder. It wasn’t a coffee, but instead it was a cooler. 

“Did I do something to deserve this?”

“Nah,” Chris shook his head and fixed the lid of his coffee cup. “I would have got you an actual coffee if you did something special.” 

You raised a brow at him, taking the straw between your fingers as it neared your mouth. “Were these just cheaper?”

“Yup,” he said before you two laughed and walked back towards the table where everyone was staring at you two. “And I got you a mango and passionfruit cooler.” He watched a grin tug on your lips and smiled himself. “Your favorite.” 

“My favorite.” You repeated before taking a small sip and letting the flavor dance on your tongue. “Chris, we have been friends for way too long. What has it been now? Two years?”

“Two years, and it took me that long to remember your favorite smoothie flavor.” Chris chuckled and walked over to the table, sitting his coffee down before lowering into a seat, and you followed behind him by sitting in your old chair. "I was still shocked the day I got on Twitter to see that you replied to my message."

Your brain immediately went back to that exact memory.

You remembered coming back home from school two years ago to see a message from @ChrisMD10 on Twitter. You had watched the majority of his videos that week and followed him on Twitter, and vise versa for him, but you had never expected to actually speak to him. 

At the time you had more subscribers than him, and so far, nothing had changed. But Chris had sent you a quick DM to see if you would be up to record a pack opening with him, in which you couldn’t help but agree to, to his surprise. It was late that same night, around 1 AM, that you and Chris recorded the pack opening with a challenge as a forfeit as the first video with the both of you.  And that's the “long” tale of how you and Chris became friends nearly three years ago. That DM, which took a lot of pride on Chris’ part, lead to numerous recordings and videos together, flights to and from Jersey, and even a friendship that either of you saw coming.  It was also a friendship that went through a lot of teasing in the past, with the thanks of most of the Sidemen and others, including some fans. It was mostly Joe Weller though.

There was always some speculation that you and Chris were together simply because you two were really close; the Instagram posts, the tweets, the numerous amount of videos. Fans and hell, even your friends, thought there was something more.

At one point, so did you. 

It was a period of a couple months that you thought you and Chris could potentially be more than friends. Those feelings began to come around during your second trip to Jersey within the span of a few months; after recording a video together two both went back to Chris’ house and decided to watch a film to end the night, and the next thing you know, you woke up at 4 AM next to Chris on the sofa with a blanket draped over you, and your body pressed against his. 

You didn’t know what happened within those few hours that lead to that moment, but your heart couldn’t help but feel things you never once did towards Chris, and your mind couldn’t help but wander to the possibilities of something more.

He was your best friend; you two spent countless sleepless nights together on the phone, recording, or simply just talking when you visited Jersey or he came up north to your part of England. You two would talk about the deepest things, like the meaning of life or conspiracy theories about aliens, but also talk about chicken nuggets for thirty minutes and laugh so hard neither of you could breathe. There was also the bond over football and arguments over which former Arsenal player was the biggest snake. Chris became your shoulder to lean on, your go-to, and your best friend. 

A few months passed and no more advances were made after that night on the sofa, so you thought that maybe you just took Chris’ kindess for something more. It was more logical for him to be just your friend, and nothing more, so you forced yourself to drop it there.

However, there was a point where Chris believed there was something more.

Much like you, Chris saw you as his shoulder to lean on, you were his go-to person when he needed to talk or vent, you were the person for Chris. 

It was the day that you came to visit him in Jersey that he realized that he did have feelings for you. It was when you fell asleep while leaning against him while watching a film, it was when you two shared a long hug outside of the airport the next day when you left, and it was when you called just hours later when you landed back home and told him that you missed him already. 

But, much like you, Chris thought he was too in over his head. There was no way someone like you could like the brace-mouth, awkward human being that he was. So, he dropped it when he realized that he was just putting together a scenario in his head that would never happen.

Those secrets remained secrets, but that didn’t stop anyone from teasing you two about the “potential.” 

“Oi Dixon, what’s with that?” Joe called out, walking towards the table from his conversation with Marcus and Will. Chris sat his coffee down on the table after having a sip and raised a brow at him. “You bring the pretty girl a drink, but none of your boys?”

Chris chuckled, feeling his cheeks flush lightly under the accustations and under the eyes of everyone around him. 

“She’s the only one in this room that will pay me back.” Chris said, causing you to raise a brow too when you turned to face him. He had brought it to you randomly. Hell you didn’t even know where he went after he left the briefing; you had no idea he was going to bring you your favorite drink. 

Chris didn’t have any other excuse. He didn’t expect you to pay him back, nor did he want you too, but he needed something to cover it up.

“I think you owe me about eight bucks worth of Nandos, Weller.” He said with a chuckle and Joe nodded sheepishly.

“I’ll get back to you one day.” He said before nearing Chris. Chris braced himself for Weller to grab him by the shoulders or something, but instead, Joe walked around the table and to you. 

Taking a sip of your drink, you watched Joe walk around the table and right behind your chair. He reached forward and grabbed your shoulders, squeezing them tight before massaging them. 

“But you know, Dixon, if you like this girl here, you may want to go fast.” Joe trailed off. “Because after the world recognizes her football skills today, guys and girls will be all over her, and one may snatch her up before you know it.” 

“Weller, my God.” You sighed, shaking your head, feeling the back of your neck heat up. “You are impossible.”

“What? It’s true!” 

Chris faked a laugh before picking his coffee back up and taking a sip again; his heart sink into his stomach at the thought. The thought of you being with someone else other than him made him feel uneasy. As you and Joe bickered in the background, the others watching and laughing along, Chris stared off into space.

The match wasn’t due to start for three hours, but you found yourself on the pitch with a couple others. Chris and Freezy had joined you out on the pitch for a little kick around prior to match time. You had been working out for the match, trying to get back in shape like you used to be when you played competitively, but you had been playing little football since then. So to get a feel back in your feet and in your mind, you decided to slide into your turf shoes and head out for a while.

“What are your score predictions?” Freezy asked as you three took a break from playing for just a moment to relax. You sat on the football as it rested on the box line, Chris was sitting on the grass, and Freezy was laying down dramatically while panting from all the running and jogging that had just went down during drills.

“I don’t know.” You said picking at the grass between your feet. “Maybe one all? Down to the last minute?” 

“Shit, really?” Freezy laughed. “Who scores the equalizer?” 

“Oh, me, of course.” 

Chris snorted. “I think it will be me, if we’re being honest here.” He said playfully, extending his leg over to nudge the ball under your butt, causing you to giggle and he grinned, boasting. “Who is better at last minute equalizers than me?”

“Um, me,” 

“Me,” you and Freezy said simultaneously, causing you all to laugh. 

Stretching out your legs in the tunnel, you felt the red shorts ride up your thighs before switching to your other leg. You jumped in place for a moment, shaking out your hands and craning your neck before pausing to take a deep breath.

After singing Oasis’ Wonderwall, badly and with everyone in the tunnel for laughs, the nerves started to kick in. 

It wasn’t that you were taking his like an actual match, but it was that you were wanting to be cautious. You weren’t able to compete last year due to an injury, so you didn’t want to ruin your chance this year of playing while by suffering from an injury mid-match. 

You had been waiting for an entire year to get on the pitch with some of your closest friends and you weren’t going to let it slip between your fingers once again. And after receiving a lot of backlash, mostly rude comments about you being the only female, since you were in the starting line-up (or simply on the squad all together), you wanted your chance to prove your worth to those who doubted you.

Those who watched your videos and followed you religiously knew your worth, and knew exactly what you were capable of. Those who didn’t were those targeting you, but everyone in the tunnel knew those people were in for a surprise. You weren’t asked to become a member of the Youtube Allstars because you were simply friends with them, but because everyone, especially Freezy, knew what you were like with a ball at your feet and he wanted you on his team.

You couldn’t wait for that first moment of stepping on the pitch in the red kit in front of the fans who had packed the stadium.

Feeling an arm throw around your shoulders, you turned your head to the right to see Simon. He glanced down the tunnel, where the grass was awaiting the two teams, and then looked at you. 

“You a bit nervous?” He asked, noticing your wringing hands.

You teetered your head back and forth. “It’s been a while since I’ve played in front of people.. so, yeah, a bit.” You admitted.

“I understand, I was absolutely bricking it this morning.” Simon said and you two chuckled. “You’ll do fine, don’t worry.” He said giving you some words of encouragement. “And I tell you what, I’ll buy you dinner afterwards if you don’t nutmeg me in front of twenty-thousand people.” 

Your mind went back to the IRL football video you had filmed with the Sidemen months ago in which you nutmegged Simon and nearly brought his life crumbling down piece by piece. He even admitted he lost a bit of his masculinity that day, or what was left of it anyways. 

A laugh escaped your lips and you nodded. “You have a deal, Minter.” 

Simon chuckled and rubbed your arm lightly before pulling back. “Goodluck out there.” 

“You too.” You said before he walked to the front where he would lead his squad out in just minutes. 

Rubbing your hands together, you made a quick conversation with Callux, whom was right behind you in line, before the line began to slowly inch out. As you laughed, ready to walk forward, you glanced back beyond Cal, and noticed Chris standing a couple people back from you. 

When your eyes met his, Chris shot you a smile and you did the same. Lost in that moment, preparing to say goodluck, Cal grabbed you by the shoulders and pushed you on to follow behind Hugh in which you turned around and walked out of the white tunnel.

As the two teams emerged from the tunnel and into view, the 27,000 fans that packed inside of The Valley stood on their feet, cheered and whistled as they saw their favorites for the first time that day. 

You looked up, noticing all of the fans, all of the eyes that were on you. The fact that they would all be watching, and watching you any moment you were in focus or on the ball, made your stomach flip. Swallowing hard, you brought your clenched fist up and clapped as you walked out from the tunnel and between the lines of people waving flags, and finally onto the pitch.

After taking a quick squad picture, the eleven members of the Youtube Allstars made their way to their positions. You were given the position as right-wing, and Freezy told you that if you wanted to go for it at any moment, he knew your right foot, go for it, babe. 

Feeling the sun on the back of your neck, you placed your hands on your hips and looked around at your side of the pitch. Speks of red kits spread out across the pitch and you smiled. 

“Hey!” Hearing a voice directed at you, you glanced forward and to Chris standing right up front with you. He smiled at you again before calling out, “Good luck!” 

You held up a hand to him and nodded, and a second later, the whistle blew. 

The first half started off on fire for the Youtube Allstars. 

Chris had played the ball in from a free kick and attempted to get it in the box, but JJ cleared it out, but straight to Castro who had a shot attempt, but was just inches wide. 

You had a run down the left wing after a kick play in from Marcus, so close to the box, yet Jamie managed to get a stop in and clear it back. You felt a bit dejected, but still great since it was your first touch and you got close. However, opposing team or not, Jamie offered you a hug in which you couldn’t deny.

Yet, Castro got the first goal for the Youtube Allstars past the two minute mark. Callux crossed the ball in from the right wing, over the heads of every defender and awaiting Allstar, and right into the path of a running #21. 

You were just a bit out of the box, a little bit behind Callux when the ball was crossed. You froze for a moment, unsure of what you could do as the ball was sailing through the air, but it luckily played out in the Allstars end when the ball bounced into the bottom left corner of the goal. 

Everyone except the goalkeeper ran down to the corner of the pitch and celebrated, jumping and making a standing pile near the post. You laughed, throwing your arms around him as the others cleared out and giving him a hug. As you let go to walk back to your position for the restart, you heard the boo’s that echoed out onto the pitch, causing you to laugh over everything else.

You didn’t take the boo’s personally. The Sidemen FC was the squad that most fans came to see, not the Youtube Allstars, who were now more like the villians.

“You had a run going there a minute ago, you know.” Chris said as he jogged up next to you when everyone was returning back to their positions on the pitch. 

You laughed and his jog slowed down to a walk next to you. “I almost had Jamie; damn him and his long legs.” You explained and Chris chuckled before splitting back up again.

The end of the first half was full of drama; there was JJ diving at the edge of the box trying to earn a free-kick, and then one close attempt at a goal by Tobi that in all honesty, he deserved to go in, but was saved at the last possible second. 

You had a series of good touches and passes during the match, proving some wrong with those simple moves, but you were more disappointed in yourself for not having good runs or possibilities towards the end. As halftime was called, you dropped your head and slowly made your way to the tunnel.

And for the first time since arriving, you were able to step inside the Allstars locker room. Even though you were a part of the squad, you opted out changing in another room in the stadium. It wasn’t ideal to change right in front of a squad full of guys. But now you were able to slide in since halftime was here and everyone would at least be fully-clothed.

“Listen, don’t hate yourself.” Freezy said as you two sat next to each other on the locker room bench. Everyone was kind of lingering around after a quick pep talk from the captain himself and just waiting to head back out soon. “If you don’t get a goal today, that’s fine. Don’t beat yourself up because you couldn’t prove those dumbasses out in the stadium wrong on one day- your channel itself is enough proof that you are a God with the football at your feet.” 

You chuckled and leaned over, punching Freezy in the arm before standing up. The locker room door opened and everyone started to head out into the hallway once again. 

“I just hate being useless, Cal.” You muttered, shrugging your shoulders. “I feel useless out there and it’s embarrassing.” 

“Useless?” Freezy snorted. “Guess who played the ball into Callux before he crossed it to Castro for the goal?” He paused before poking your cheek. “You, you did.” He said before standing up, and you followed behind, tossing your water bottle onto the bench. “Now get out there and play your damned heart out.” 

You laughed and brought your hand up, saluting him. “Yes, sir.” Freezy shook his head and shoved you.

“Just get out there.” 

Joining Marcus, you two walked out of the locker room and into the hallway. Freezy lingered behind and as he walked towards the door, Chris called out after him and jogged up.

“Listen, I have a plan.” He started off, licking his lips quickly. Freezy raised a brow and Chris motioned towards the door. “A plan to get her a goal.” 

Freezy pursed his lips and sighed, pulling Chris to the side of the locker room and away from the door. “Listen, Chris,” he trailed off. “Don’t worry about her, okay? You know who she is and what she is like on the pitch. If she is assisting out there, she is still doing something huge. If she scores a goal on her own, that’s even better. But I know her, and you do too, and if we plan a goal for her and she finds out, she will be utterly pissed at us.” 

“I just want her to do something to prove everyone out there that she deserves to be here.” 

“Then let her do her thing.” 

The second half started off much like the first ended. 

After a mistake by an Allstar, Tobi was free in the box and one-on-one with Hugh in the goal. Everyone lagged behind, unable to keep up with him, and Tobi kicked it with hopes of slotting it in, but Hugh managed to save it before another Allstar came in to clear out the box. 

And not even three minutes later, the Allstars earned a chance at a free-kick just outside of the Sidemen’s box. Chris was on a run after a ball from Marcus, but he was stopped just short of the box. You jogged up on the left side of the box, mostly because you had no idea of what was going to play in. There was no real chatter in the locker room about the case of a free-kick.

You watched closely as Marcus lingered on the other side of the box and two others lingered inside the box with Sidemen FC defenders. Glancing back to Chris, you licked your lips and watched him dribble his feet before taking a large leap for the ball and swinging his leg.

Keeping an eye on the ball, you slowly jogged further into the box as it kept straight and didn’t arch. The ball took right at just enough height in front of the goal, but Charlie in the goal was just too quick (and tall) and punched it out before it really had a chance.

You watched as Charlie punched the ball out and suddenly all of the Sidemen defenders were running forwards, but you had your head start. The ball rolled to the right and straight in your path; breaking out in a run, you beat Josh there. 

Placing your toe on the ball, you sensed Josh running straight to you. You used your right foot and nudged the ball to the right before faking it with another and sliding to the left; whistles echoed throughout the stadium. 

The ball stayed at your feet with simple touches, and you picked up your pace as you felt someone coming from behind. Sliding past another, you looked up to see one more defender and Charlie in the goal, however, you couldn’t get a run in such a short space. Using your eyes as a more important tool, in that split second you noticed a clear on the left side of the box. With one deep breath, you took the last second decision and swung your right foot back before releasing a powerful kick. 

It was like slow motion that the ball traveled up and into the air, spinning in the air and right in the path that you had set. Everyone on the pitch and in the stadium watched as the ball slid in the gap between Jamie and Charlie; Charlie’s hands were just a second too late and the ball slotted home in the back of the net.

A smile spread across your lips as happiness and relief flooded your body. You kept your running pace and ran to the corner nearest to you, holding your arms out before you jumped into the air and kicked at the corner post. 

You looked up at the stadium, seeing some familiar faces but mostly those of just fans staring back at you. Some more smiles, others were laughing, but most were whistling and yelling.

Turning around, you saw the entire squad in red running towards you.

“Look at that,” Joe’s voice filled the microphone from the commentators box in the stadium with Elliot. “The only female on the pitch, absolutely one-upping everyone out there.” 

Out of all the faces running towards you, the person up front by a mile was the one you wanted to see the most. Chris had the widest smile, holding his arms out as he neared you. When Chris got you, he threw his arms around you, lifting you into the air and spinning you around slightly.

You laughed, clutching onto the back of his kit until he placed your feet back on the ground. You hugged him tight once more before looking at him and letting his eyes meet yours. It was a moment of happiness, of pure joy for you.

You stared at him, both of you wearing the widest smile, and a second later his hands left your waist and they held your face in his palms. 

“Congratulations, love.” He said and you swallowed hard at the nickname. You watched as his eyes flickered from yours to your lips and back, and a flame lit inside of your stomach. The way he stared at you in that second caused your heart to race, and in that second, you wanted to lean forward, let your lips find his. 

And Chris wanted it to. There would be no better way to celebrate a goal in front of a stadium of 27,000 people. 

But that thought was broken up just as soon as it started. The entire team got there a moment later, throwing their arms around you, saying congratulations, and hugging you tightly. A small pile was formed in the corner as everyone in the stadium was snapping pictures and videos. 

The celebration was once again cut short as everyone was told to get back to their positions for the restart of the match. You trailed behind, shaking your head and laughing at both the boo’s, and the whispers in the group hug; “we are kicking their asses this year!” It wasn’t a whisper, more of a yell to the entire world, really. Thanks Cal.

Once the match restarted, it was much the same. There was still a lot of heat and passion, need and also greed on the pitch for the remainder of the half. 

Simon nearly had two goals for the Sidemen and minutes later Marcus had a good run that was only just inches wide of another for the Allstars. Tobi came close but didn’t take the chance when it was clear, and Joel somehow also dislocated his shoulder while defending Manny. It was tough and relentless, especially in the last few minutes of the match.

Nearing the ninetieth minute, just two minutes short, the Sidemen had yet to give up even though they were two-nil down. As Chris, quote on quote “bottled it” and Manny took off on a run, you managed to slide in front of him as he ran down the middle of the pitch. 

You managed to get a foot in there, stopping Manny in the midst of his run, causing everyone in the stadium to be sent in a frenzy of “ooh’s.” Looking forward, you noticed Chris was free and holding up a hand on the left side of the pitch. With no one around you, you took your time and crossed the ball to him perfectly.

That moment was also like slowmotion. You stood just a couple feet past the halfway line of the pitch and watched as Chris controlled the ball with a head touch and then his feet. Josh and Jamie were on either side of him, but Chris managed to fight Josh off first by slowing down and turning to the left with his right foot.

Jamie was still in front of him, however, but in a second decision, Chris switched to his left foot and swiped the ball quickly, letting it roll against the pitch and straight into the bottom right hand of the goal.

The stadium was yelling, chanting, and cheering as the Sidemen found themselves down three in the final minute to a goal from Chris Dixon.

You smiled as Chris ran, pointing a finger to the sky before running towards the corner of the pitch and jumping high into the air. Much like recreating several Arsenal player’s celebrations in the past.

Everyone was ahead of you, running over to him first before they gathered in a group hug, and soon fell onto the side of the pitch. That caused you to laugh as the other members of the squad ran over and jumped onto a forming pile; hell, even Hugh ran from one side of the pitch to the other to do so.

You lingered behind, not feeling like being sandwiched between all of the sweaty guys on the squad, but jogged your way over to the edge.

The guys eventually stood up from the dogpile, all spread out but some giving Chris hugs anyways before they started back to the pitch. Laughing, Chris hugged Deji before looking around at the group and noticing there was one person missing.

Turning around to face the pitch, Chris watched you jog over to him, wearing the widest smile on your face. 

You held out your arms and hugged him tight. He was the only sweaty person you didn’t mind hugging. He laughed and wrapped his arms around your shoulders. 

After a second, you looked at him and smiled before letting your arms drop from his torso. Just like he did to you, you reached up and cradled his face with your hands. 

“Congratulations, Dixon.” You chuckled.

“Thank you.” He said, grinning. “A goal for you, and a goal for me. What kind of celebration are you planning?”

You teetered your head back and forth. “I have one in mind.” You said before leaning up lightly and letting your lips meet his.

Chris smirked against your lips before deepening it, letting his hand find the back of your head to kiss you just as hard. The whistles in the stadium were deafening, from both the fans, and the players on the pitch. Leaning back, you laughed, your cheeks flushed when you looked back at Chris, whom looked much the same.

“Is that an ideal celebration?” You asked, raising a brow as you backed up towards the pitch.

Chris grinned and licked his lips. “It’s one I’m sure I’ll never forget.” 

You winked at him playfully. “Good, now come on, we have a match to finish.” 

In the commentator’s box, Joe and Elliot were having the time of their lives after the sight of a kiss between two teammates on the pitch. 

“You know, if you said there would be a kiss on the pitch today, I would have put my money on Simon and JJ, not those two.” Elliot chuckled into the microphone.

Joe chuckled. “I told him earlier he was going to have to get her before someone else did after today.” He said. “But I think she got him instead.” 

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Chirs knew he was being unusually quiet for the entirety of the panel with Simon and Tobi. He answered questions here and there, mostly forced a chuckle when fans would ask for a follow on Twitter and such, and the occasional banter back and forth, but ultimately he didn’t feel like doing much talking.

That didn’t got un-noticed either; there were Tweets from fans whom were watching streams or there in person, all aiming towards him being particuarly quiet and to himself. 

What’s so different than normal that made Chris not want to speak up? He was perfectly fine on the first day of the event. 

They didn’t know, but he did. 

Chris purposely turned his head to the side to fake scratching the back of his neck, and he snuck a glance over to you as you stood on the side of the panel with Joe Weller. You two were laughing back and forth and he caught a glimpse of you shoving him in the arm before he pulled you into a hug, and then Chris narrowed his eyes slightly. 

The panel was almost over, with the call-time usually being an hour long, they had nearly four minutes to wrap it up. Simon was answering the majority of the questions from the fans alone, so as everything was coming together to end, Chris stayed to himself.

Chris adverted his eyes a second later when he saw you shove Joe off and then turn back to the panel. Your eyes met for a second, and Chris cursed in his head.

Dammit Chris, why can’t you learn to stare subtly? She’s a person, not a fucking painting you moron. 

The panel ended just minutes later as they neared the hour mark, and Simon, Tobi and himself were forced to say one last goodbye to the fans. Chris grabbed his jacket, throwing it over his shoulder and walked off the stage. He followed behind Tobi as they made their way back through the side of the crowd and to the common room where anyone could lounge before or after panels or events.

Throwing himself onto the sofa, Chris heard laughter behind him. He turned his head, pressing his cheek against the leather cushion and looked up to see Tobi mimicking him and falling down on the open area next to him. 

“Are you still pining after (y/n)?” 

Chris groaned. Tobi was the only one, to Chris’ knowledge, who was aware of his feelings for you. Chris didn’t even tell him, he actually guessed it and Chris was too bashful to deny it. And clearly Tobi saw Chris’ side glances during the panel, or even one to notice. 

Chris didn’t mean for this to happen. He hated the fact that he’d fallen almost immediately for you when you started out on Youtube and started growing closer to the Sidemen, and then him as well. Chris never acted on his feelings, feeling that it was almost innapropriate as the others considered you like a sister to them. And the last thing that Chris wanted to do was place you in an uncomfortable position and turn him down, also his biggest fear was rejection, so that kept him from it as well.

You were originally from and lived in England, so the distance kept Chris from acting upon his feelings as well. But every single time you two were around each other, from the Sidemen events and Wembley Cup, it ate Chris alive inside.

Before Chris could speak up, the door to the common room opened again and this time laughter was heard before he could see anyone. A second later you walked in, with Joe and Elliot, whom were just off a panel thirty mintues ago, hot on your heels. Joe was after you, clearly you two going back and forth. 

Chris watched you turn away from Joe and look at him, you shot him a smile, and a second later you were further into the room and away from him with the door swinging behind you. He watched you walk across the room and sit down next to Vik, and then you two started to engage in a conversation. You had a panel with him and Josh coming up soon. Joe and Elliot then preoccupied themselves with a game of foosball in the room, finally leaving you alone. 

“Chris, man, listen,” Tobi spoke up softly, so no one was able to overhear. “I know how it is dealing with those type of feelings. Llook, she is always going to be like a younger sister to us, so nothing is going to change. But she’s an adult, she can handle everything herself, and trust me, none of us are going to complain if you ask her out.” He explained. “We would have a problem if it was some random bloke we don’t like. But it’s you. All of us like you, we know you have good intentions.” 

Chris shook his head, huffing. “It’s not that, Tobi. It’s no use. She’s not even remotely interested in me.” 

Tobi, however, looked unconvinced. “You won’t know until you try. Sitting here, hoping and not acting on your feelings, it won’t help you or anyone else. If you try, at least you get a straight answer. Even if she does turn you down.” 

Chris winced at the mention of rejection. He hated facing rejection when it came from any source. Rejection kept him from many things in life. It was the reason he stopped dating for so long. 

“Shit, sorry,” Tobi stuttered out once he realized that was a sore subject for his friend. “But listen, Chris, you’re better off knowing than not.” 

Chris huffed again, adjusting to lay on his back and stare up at the ceiling. “I know,” was all he could muster up to say. 

His eyes wandered over the ceiling, counting the caked circles before he closed his eyes. He flew in that morning around seven and clearly he was more tired than he thought, because before Chris knew it, he was falling in and out of a nap.

Chris didn’t know how long he was out, it could range anywhere between ten minutes to an hour, but it was loud noises that brought him back to reality. Breaking off a dream before the climax, Chris batted his eyes a couple times before rubbing them, and then looking up when he regained clear vision.

“Yo, the panel with Vik, Josh, and (y/n) started a while ago.” Tobi said slapping Chris on the foot as it was propped up on the arm rest.

Chris shifted on the sofa and he realized his body had started to ache from staying in one position for his entire nap. “How long was I out?” He grumbled.

Tobi teetered his head back and forth. “About thirty minutes or so. The panel is gonna be about an hour long, so there is about thirty minutes left.” He explained and Chris nodded, pulling himself up from the sofa.

“Okay, I’ll be out in a minute.” And Tobi left with that, disappearing through the metal door. Chris sat up and looked around, realizing that he was the only one in the common room. It was around twelve, so he assumed everyone else was out to lunch.

Sliding his legs off the arm of the chair, Chris placed his feet on the floor and stood up from the sofa. He stretched for a minute, then checking his hair in the small mirror on the wall, and deciding it was good enough.

Walking out of the common room, Chris took a look at the large crowd that had gathered for the panel. He smiled, knowing that a majority of the crowd was there for you as well, and carried on to the side of the stage behind a barrier with the others. 

Chris watched from the side of the stage with Tobi as you answered questions along with Josh and Vik, which a lot of banter was insured. He watched you laugh and smile, and at one point get up to hug Josh as he said something lovely about you, and turned into you pulling him to the ground, which drew many laughs throughout the room. 

Most of the conversations and questions ranged from FIFA to Minecraft for Vik, and then to football challenges and such. That was until one of the last questions was directed at you about relationships, which also drew some whistles from the crowd.

“So tell us, (y/n), are you single?” Chris’ head snapped from the fan over to you and watched as a blush hit your cheeks.

You shrugged and laughed. “Well, I think that is my business and only my business.”

Chris’ heart sunk into his stomach. There was something about your answer that confirmed all of Chris’ doubts; you weren’t interested in him because you were definitely seeing someone else. Someone taller and more attractive him, someone with a high-paying job and didn’t rely on Youtube money to make a living. An image of you hand-in-hand with some random guy flashed in Chris’ mind and he sighed.

Chris didn’t stick around for the end of the panel, instead opting out to make his way back to the common room through the crowd. He was going to grab his things and then head out for lunch on his own.

He heard the thunderous applauds and whistles, even come screams as the door slammed shut behind him. Walking across the room, Chris grabbed his jacket that laid over the back of the sofa and slid it onto his arms. His movements were so much more violent all because of his emotions.

He was so caught up in his erratic movements; sliding on his jacket, grabbing his phone and wallet, that he didn’t even hear the sound of the door opening and closing behind him. 

“Chris?”

He jumped at the sound of a close voice. It scared him to the point where the hairs on the back of his neck stood up straight. “Jesus Christ, what are you-” he turned around to see you standing behind him with a slight smile. 

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” You apologized quickly. 

Chris shook his head. “No, no, you’re fine.” He said, now feeling a bit embarrassed on top of everything else. Shoving his wallet into his pocket, Chris looked back up at you, and realized that your nervous tendencies were now showing. He had known you for long enough to know that you shuffle your feet and chew on your lip when you weren’t completely sure of a situation; which was exactly what you were doing now.

“Listen, Chris,” you breathed out before looking up and meeting his eyes. “I was, uh, I was talking to Tobi and I just thought- well, I was just wondering..” you shook your head, mentally slapping your forehead over and over again. 

He smiled at your stuttering words and raised a brow. “What is it?”

You took a deep breath and calmed yourself before continuing. “I should have done this a long time ago, honestly, but I didn’t really know how.” You said. “So, Chris, would you want to go get lunch with me?”

Chris felt his heart speed up. Was he jumping to conclusions right now?

“Just us,” you clarified. “I want it to just the two of us.” 

Chris felt flustered and couldn’t believe his ears. Do you feel the same? Did Tobi put you up to this? Was everything that Chris wondered, but ultimately, Chris settled with the feeling in his heart (and gut.)

“You know what?” Chris smiled widely before holding out his arm for you. “I would love to.” 

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