I don’t know if you are watching Ginges stream but it is hilarious, I was wondering if you could base a story of this like Ginges girlfriend comes home and walks into his room when all the bov boys are streaming and he is really drunk and lovey dovey and funny , no worries if not 💕💕
Hey! Thank you so much for the request! I really hope that you like it!! I watched part of the stream as I was on a date last night. it was so funny and so very chaotic tbh x
Good luck with That - Angry Ginge Oneshot
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You know something’s up before you even open the door.
Not because of the noise, though there is noise, but because Spike doesn’t bark.
He just waddles into the hallway, tail wagging lazily, little black-and-white face tilted up at you like good luck with that. His beard’s gone a bit grey now, eyes a little cloudy, but he still carries himself like he owns the place.
“Alright, handsome,” you murmur, dropping your bag to crouch and scratch behind his ears. “You alive?”
Spike huffs, judgemental, then turns and starts toward the stairs at his own pace.
Upstairs, something crashes.
“BEANO, THAT WAS GLASS,” Jakey shouts.
“IT WAS EMPTY GLASS,” Beano yells back, thick Irish accent bouncing off the walls. “RELAX YERSELF.”
You close your eyes for half a second.
Right.
You follow Spike up.
The streaming room door is wide open, every light in the house was on upstairs, and the BOV boys are absolutely, unequivocally pished.
Jakey’s in Morgan’s chair, spinning slowly and narrating his own dizziness like a wildlife documentary.
Tays is on the floor laughing so hard he can barely breathe, clutching a controller that is definitely not turned on.
Chazza is leaning against the desk, mid-rant about something philosophical that makes no sense.
And Beano...
Beano is kneeling on the rug, holding Spike’s water bowl like it’s a newborn baby.
“I’m just sayin’,” he announces seriously, sloshing water everywhere, “this house runs on routine. Ye mess with the routine, the dog knows.”
Spike looks at him.
Unimpressed.
“Beano,” you say gently. “Why is the water bowl in your hands?”
He startles. “OH! sorry. Thought he might be thirsty.”
Spike walks past him and drinks from the other bowl.
Beano stares.
“…right. That’s on me.”
Then Morgan looks up.
And his whole face changes.
“Oh,” he breathes, pushing himself upright from where he’s leaning on the desk. Or,trying to.
His head wobbles slightly, like it’s on a loose hinge, eyes half-shut and glassy as he blinks slowly, squinting at you like he’s manually loading reality.
“There you are,” he says softly.
“I’ve just got home from work,” you reply.
“Yeah but,” he murmurs, swaying forward a fraction, “now I’m lookin’ at you.”
You’re already reaching for him when he leans too far, hands settling instinctively on your sides to steady him. He melts immediately, weight slumping into you, forehead dropping briefly to your shoulder.
Jakey snorts. “He’s gone.”
“I’m fine,” Morgan insists, lifting his head again. It lolls slightly. He blinks hard. “Just talkin’ to my girlfriend.”
“You’re blinking like a Windows 98 computer,” you tell him.
He smiles lazily. “She’s funny.”
Beano nods solemnly. “She keeps him grounded. Otherwise he’d float away like a balloon. Especially when he's this pished."
Morgan points at him. Misses. Tries again. “Exactly.”
He tucks his face into your shoulder with a content little sigh. “Missed you.”
“I was at work,” you say, smoothing a hand through his messy hair.
“Yeah,” he replies. “Rude of them.”
“She’s right there, man,” Chazza laughs.
Morgan lifts his head just long enough to look at you, eyes soft, unfocused, absolutely adoring. “You’re very pretty.”
“You’re very drunk.”
“Still true though.”
You laugh and press a quick kiss to his cheek. He goes pink immediately.
Not long after, the music changes.
You don’t clock it at first, just a familiar intro drifting through the room.
Then
“Oh no,” you say. “Is that?"
“SHAKE IT OOOOOFF,” Jakey bellows, already on his feet.
Tays joins in instantly, screaming the wrong words with confidence. Chazza grabs a cushion like a microphone and commits fully.
Beano gasps, clutching his chest. “THIS IS MY FAVOURITE ONE. I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHY.”
The chorus hits and suddenly all five of them are shouting a Taylor Swift song at full volume.
None of them know the lyrics.
They do not care.
Morgan turns toward you, swaying slightly, eyes still half-closed, and sings at you instead of with the music.
“‘Cause the players gonna play, play, play” he slurs, pointing vaguely between you and himself, “and I’m… very loyal actually.”
You laugh so hard you have to grab the desk to stay upright.
Beano throws an arm around Morgan’s shoulders. “SING IT TO HER, KING.”
Morgan nods seriously and leans closer, voice dropping into a soft mumble. “This one’s about us.”
“It is not.”
“It is now.”
Spike wanders in, pauses, looks at the scene, then turns around and leaves again. What a good idea.
Eventually, you start tidying, grabbing bottles, opening a window, gently confiscating anything fragile. Beano insists on helping, carrying three empty buzzballs, a sock, and Spike’s toy like they all belong together while loudly telling a story no one can follow.
“So then yer man says to me” clatter "and I say 'You're jokin!” clatter “ah bollocks.”
Nothing breaks.
He exhales dramatically. “That could’ve been my last day in this house.”
Spike toddles over and sits on his foot.
Beano gasps. “I have been chosen.”
When taxis are mentioned, Beano loudly insists he can walk.
“You live here,” you remind him.
“…ah yeah,” he nods. “Forgot that part.”
Eventually, the house quiets.
You guide Morgan toward bed, Spike padding behind you at a dignified pace before flopping into his own bed with a grunt.
Morgan kicks his shoes off messily and collapses onto the mattress.
You turn to grab water
He catches your wrist.
“Stay,” he says softly. Certain.
You lie down beside him and he curls into you instantly, head on your chest, arm heavy around your middle.
First Post, kinda nervous 😓 🙉 praying everyone likes it... feel free to give me requests, I am more than happy to write them. Hope you enjoy !!!
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You never expected your life to intertwine with someone like Harry Lewis. To you, he was just a voice behind a screen at first—loud, sarcastic, and endlessly entertaining. Someone you watched on late nights when sleep wouldn’t come easy. But somehow, through a mix of chance, mutual friends, and a bit of fate, he became someone sitting across from you in real life.
It started small.
A group hangout. Nothing special. You almost didn’t go.
Harry had been quieter than you expected that night. Not the chaotic energy you’d seen in videos, but something more grounded. Observant. He’d made a few jokes, sure, but mostly he’d been watching—taking people in, choosing when to speak instead of filling every silence.
You didn’t talk much at first. Just a few passing comments, a shared laugh over something stupid. But when you did properly speak, it felt… easy.
“Wait,” he said at one point, leaning forward slightly, “you actually think that film was good?”
You shrugged, smiling. “It wasn’t bad.”
“It was terrible,” he replied, but there was no bite to it—just playful disbelief.
“Your taste is just questionable.”
He laughed then, properly this time. “Alright, we’re arguing about this another time.”
And somehow, you did.
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The second time you met, it wasn’t a group thing. Not exactly.
You’d been invited out again, but most people cancelled last minute. It ended up just being you and him.
“Guess you’re stuck with me,” Harry said, shoving his hands into his hoodie pockets as you stood outside the café.
“Tragic,” you replied, trying not to smile too much.
But it wasn’t tragic. Not even close.
You talked for hours.
About everything—YouTube, yes, but also things you didn’t expect. Music. Childhood memories. The weird pressure of growing up in completely different worlds. He told you about how strange it was having millions of people feel like they knew him.
“It’s weird,” he admitted, stirring his drink absentmindedly. “Like… they know a version of me. Just not all of it.”
You nodded. “That sounds exhausting.”
“Yeah,” he said quietly. “Sometimes it is.”
There was a pause. Not awkward—just real.
“And you?” he asked. “What’s your thing?”
You hesitated, not used to being the one asked. But something about the way he looked at you—genuinely interested—made it easier.
So you told him.
And he listened.
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After that, it became a pattern.
Late-night messages.
Random memes.
“Are you awake?” texts that turned into conversations lasting until 3 a.m.
You started noticing the little things.
How he’d send you things that reminded him of you.
How he’d check in, even when he was busy.
How he’d call you out when you were overthinking—but gently, like he understood.
And then there were the moments in person.
Like the night you both ended up on a rooftop during another gathering, escaping the noise below. The city stretched out around you, lights flickering like stars that had fallen to earth.
“It’s quieter up here,” you said.
“Yeah,” Harry replied, leaning on the railing. “Better, innit?”
You nodded.
For a while, neither of you spoke.
Then, “You’re different, you know,” he said suddenly.
You glanced at him. “Different how?”
He shrugged, but didn’t look away this time. “You don’t treat me like… all this.” He gestured vaguely, as if referring to everything—his career, his online presence, the noise of it all.
“I mean,” you said softly, “you’re still just you.”
He let out a small laugh. “Mad concept.”
“I know. Revolutionary.”
That made him smile—one of those rare, genuine ones that didn’t feel like it was meant for anyone else but the moment.
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It wasn’t a dramatic realization.
No sudden confession. No big, cinematic moment.
Just a quiet understanding that somewhere along the way, he’d become important to you.
And maybe—just maybe—you had become important to him too.
It showed in the way he looked for you in a room.
In the way his voice softened when he said your name.
In the way silence between you never felt empty.
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One evening, as you sat side by side on his sofa, some random video playing in the background neither of you were really watching, he nudged you slightly.
“You ever think about how weird this is?” he asked.
“What?”
“This,” he said, gesturing between you. “Us.”
You tilted your head. “Weird good or weird bad?”
He thought for a moment.
“Weird good,” he decided. “Definitely weird good.”
You smiled. “Yeah. I’d agree with that.”
Another pause.
Then, quieter this time, “I’m glad I met you.”
You looked at him, really looked at him.
“Me too, Harry.”
And for once, neither of you needed to say anything else.
Will stood in the kitchen, balancing a mug of tea between his hands, trying to ignore the sounds of chaos coming from the living room. He could hear your sister’s children- Max, a bundle of energy with a mischievous streak, and little Ellie, who still thought her teddy bear could solve all problems- bickering over some toy.
You were sitting on the floor, calmly trying to intervene, a smile tugging at your lips as you soothed them with your patient words. Watching you, Will felt something warm stir in his chest. It wasn’t just the love he had for you, though that was undeniable, deep, and steady. No, this was something else.
The moment felt… full. Full of laughter, full of noise, full of something that was always just out of reach, like a question that lingered in the air. He had never been good at answering those sorts of questions, never particularly keen on thinking too far ahead. But now, as he watched you, as you gently told Ellie to share with Max, his mind couldn’t help but wander.
It wasn’t the first time. Not by a long shot. But today, with you caught between the chaos of your niece and nephew, there was something different in the air. Something that had him wondering how this might look in the future. Would he be here, like this, years from now, watching you with a small hand in yours, the sound of children laughing and bickering filling their home?
He didn’t know what the answer was yet, but he couldn’t help thinking it might not be so bad.
Will pushed himself off the counter, the mug of tea now abandoned on the surface, and made his way into the living room. Max was in the middle of trying to build an enormous tower of blocks, one that teetered precariously and threatened to collapse with the slightest breath. Ellie, on the other hand, was fidgeting with her teddy bear, clearly bored with the whole situation.
He crouched down next to Max, grinning. “You know,” he said, eyeing the shaky tower, “if you add a few more blocks on this side, it might just stand a little longer.”
Max looked up at him, his eyes wide with that intense focus only children seemed to have when they were truly determined. “You think so?” he asked, his little brow furrowed in concentration.
“I know so,” Will said with a wink, reaching over to grab a couple of blocks. He placed them carefully on the other side of the structure. “You’ve got to balance it out, mate.”
Max’s face lit up as he quickly added another block, and the tower grew taller and steadier. “You’re really good at this!” he said, his voice full of admiration.
Will chuckled, a little surprised by the compliment. “Ah, well, I’ve got a lot of practice with... er... not knocking things over,” he said, his eyes flicking towards Ellie, who was now attempting to tie her teddy bear’s shoelaces.
Ellie looked up at him, eyes sparkling. “Will, will you play with me too?” she asked, holding out the bear as if it was the most precious thing in the world. “He needs a nap, but he can’t sleep unless you sing him a song.”
A laugh escaped Will before he could stop it. “A nap, huh?” He took the teddy bear from her with exaggerated care. “Well, I suppose I can sing him a little lullaby. I’m a world-class singer, you know.”
“Sing!” Ellie demanded, clapping her hands in delight.
Will cleared his throat, preparing himself for an impromptu performance. He glanced at you from across the room, a smile tugging at his lips as he saw you busy with dinner. The sight of you, your back to him but clearly so comfortable in your own skin, made his heart flutter for reasons he couldn’t quite explain.
Max was now almost done with his tower, his concentration breaking every few seconds as he looked to Will for reassurance. Will gave him a thumbs-up before turning his attention back to Ellie.
“I’m warning you,” he said with a grin, “this might be the best lullaby you’ve ever heard.”
He began to hum softly, then sang a few words that only vaguely resembled a melody. Ellie giggled, her eyes sparkling with approval.
You shook your head in the kitchen, laughing at the sight. “You’re hopeless, Will.”
He glanced up, catching your eye for a moment before you quickly turned back to the stove, trying to hide your smile. But Will knew that smile, knew how it made him feel like he was exactly where he was supposed to be.
Max, after a few more moments of serious tower construction, finally stood up and declared, “It’s done!”
Will took a step back, his eyes widening. “Well, would you look at that? You’ve got yourself a skyscraper, mate.”
Max beamed, his chest puffing out with pride. “We should make it bigger!” he said eagerly.
Ellie, now content with her teddy bear's nap, wandered over and poked at the blocks. “Can I knock it down now?” she asked, her voice innocent and sweet.
Will shot a look towards you, his lips curling into a grin. “Uh-oh, I think we might have a bit of a demolition artist on our hands.”
“I’m not going to stop her,” you called from the kitchen, turning to face him with a teasing smile. “You’ve created a monster.”
Will laughed, moving out of the way just in time as Ellie, with all the grace and precision of a wrecking ball, sent the tower tumbling to the floor.
“Perfect timing,” he said, taking a step back and watching the pile of blocks scatter across the room.
Max was disappointed for a moment, but Ellie’s laughter was infectious. The two of them sat there, staring at the mess for a beat before diving into the chaos together, building something new from the wreckage.
As the sounds of giggles and playful arguments filled the room, Will found himself glancing at you again. There was a quiet moment where everything seemed to still, where he imagined a future filled with this- laughter, messes, the little moments that made up a life shared.
He couldn’t help but wonder if this was just a taste of what was to come. And though he wasn’t sure of all the answers yet, one thing felt undeniably certain: he wanted to be there. With you. In all the beautiful chaos.
The evening had quieted down after the whirlwind of playtime. The house, once filled with the clattering of toys and the occasional burst of laughter, was now peaceful, save for the soft hum of the kitchen light. Will found himself sitting on the couch, the worn cushions beneath him a comforting weight, while you cleaned up the remnants of dinner in the kitchen.
The house seemed to hold its breath as he glanced over at you. Your silhouette was framed by the warm glow of the light, the way you moved so easily, so naturally, as if this place was already home to the both of you. He’d seen you in moments of calm before. Quiet, content, focused. But tonight there was something different in the air. Something just beyond the edges of his thoughts, something that had been there all evening but now seemed to pull at him with a gentle tug.
Max and Ellie were both fast asleep, tucked into their beds after a bedtime story and promises of sweet dreams. Will had helped tuck them in, kissed their foreheads, and said his goodnight, but as the door closed softly behind him, a quiet sense of longing had settled in.
He was still staring at the spot where you stood, your back turned to him, when the question slipped out before he could stop it.
"Do you think about kids?" His voice was quieter than usual, almost hesitant, but the words were there now, hanging between you.
You paused in the middle of wiping down the counter, your movements slowing. Will watched the way you collected your thoughts, how you set the dishcloth down before turning to face him. There was a softness in your eyes that made his heart beat a little faster, a tenderness he hadn’t realised he was hoping for.
"Kids?" you echoed, your brow furrowing slightly as you took a step closer. You must have noticed the shift in his tone. "What do you mean?"
"I mean, like... our future, I suppose." He scratched the back of his neck, a nervous laugh escaping him. "I guess seeing Max and Ellie running around today got me thinking."
You leaned against the counter, your arms folding across your chest as you studied him. Will could feel the weight of the question now, heavier than he’d expected it to be. It wasn’t a question about right now. He knew you were happy with him in the present, with the way things were. But something about the way you held yourself, the quiet care you gave those kids, made him wonder what you imagined for the years ahead.
"I’m not asking because I’m trying to rush anything," he added quickly, "I just... I guess I was curious. Do you think about having kids one day?"
There was a long silence between you, the kind that filled the space but didn’t feel uncomfortable- just thoughtful. Then, slowly, you crossed the room to join him on the couch, sitting down beside him with a sigh. You didn’t speak immediately, your fingers tracing patterns on the edge of the cushion. Will’s heart skipped a beat as you took your time, carefully choosing your words.
"I’ve thought about it," you said, your voice soft, not rushed. "I guess... when I was younger, I used to imagine all sorts of things. A family, kids running around, maybe a house somewhere quiet. But now?" You turned your head to meet his eyes, a small smile tugging at your lips. "Now, I think I imagine it with you. Not just the kids, but... the whole thing. The life we’d build."
Will felt a strange sort of relief wash over him. It wasn’t a promise, not yet. But the way you said it made something inside him settle, something that had been restless all evening. "So, you’d want that? Kids... one day?"
You gave a small nod, a flicker of hope in your eyes. "Yeah, I think I would. But only when it’s right. When we’re both ready for it."
The air seemed to clear, the question no longer hanging between you like an unspoken weight. Will reached out, his hand finding yours. His thumb gently brushed over your knuckles as he let the moment stretch out, both of you just sitting there, side by side, feeling the warmth of the space you shared.
“I think I could see that too,” he said quietly, his gaze drifting towards the window, where the stars shone faintly. “But I guess I’m just glad I’d get to do it with you. Whenever that time comes."
Your fingers tightened around his, the words unspoken, but understood.
And for the first time that evening, Will didn’t feel quite so uncertain about what the future might hold.
The night stretched on, quiet and warm, the kind of evening that makes you feel like time is gently slowing down just to let you catch your breath. Will squeezed your hand, a small gesture, but it felt like everything in that moment was perfectly aligned.
"Well, I guess we’ve got a little while before we need to worry about that," he said, his voice playful as he leaned back into the couch, his free hand reaching for the last of the shared chocolate bar you’d left on the coffee table.
You laughed, the sound light and easy, and for a brief moment, everything felt utterly simple. There were no big decisions, no pressures, just the soft comfort of being together. "Guess so," you agreed, your eyes twinkling as you slid closer to him. "But I do think you’d be a good dad. If that helps."
Will raised an eyebrow, taking a mock-serious tone. “Oh? So you’re already sizing me up for fatherhood, are you? I’ll have you know, I’m excellent with kids,” he added, winking at you. “I built that skyscraper today, didn’t I?”
You nudged him playfully with your shoulder, laughing again, the sound so pure and bright that Will couldn’t help but grin. "You did," you teased. "But, uh, you might need a little work on your lullaby skills."
He chuckled and shook his head. "I’ll take that as a challenge. I’m getting better every time."
You tilted your head, studying him for a moment, your gaze softening. Then, you reached up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, your voice quieter but filled with warmth. "You know, no matter what happens... I think we'd be pretty great at this whole thing. Whatever it is."
His heart fluttered at the sincerity in your voice. He leaned forward, his forehead resting against yours for a moment, eyes closing as he let the world outside slip away. The only thing that mattered was right here, with you.
"I think so too," he whispered, the words thick with affection, and before he could stop himself, he pressed a gentle kiss to your lips.
The kiss lingered, soft and tender, and when you pulled away just a fraction, he could see the smile playing at the corners of your mouth.
"Well," you said, teasing again, "we’ve still got a few years to figure it out, yeah?"
"Plenty of time," he agreed, grinning. "But I think we’re on the right track."
You both settled back into the couch, your hands finding each other once again, content to let the world wait. The house was still, the kids were asleep, and for the first time all evening, everything felt as if it were exactly how it should be.
And, as the night grew deeper and the stars outside sparkled brighter, Will couldn’t help but think that maybe, just maybe, this messy, beautiful, unpredictable life was exactly what he’d always been waiting for.
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So sorry it has been quite a while! I lowkey kept on forgetting to proofread this and post it as I have been super busy with work! I hope you enjoyed this and I also hope you are all having an awesome day/night.
The blaring neon light of the digital clock in the lavish hotel room seemed completely out of place. 02:42 flashed in my eyes. I turned over, being met by the slumbering face of my lover. I studied his face intently. His rough stubble and messy hair look almost soft and peaceful as his large eyes stay lightly shut. A soft snore escaped his lips as he laid there sleeping. I pull the soft sheets over my naked body, my head sinking further into the pillow. I must have been staring for a while because a slight twitch of Harry's lip caused me to close my eyes, trying to pretend to be asleep. I felt the bed next to me move a little, the weight of the bed shifting as I felt Harry move out of the bed. I watch, peeking out of my eye as he shimmies on some boxers and pads towards the ensuite bathroom.
I lay there for a few more minutes, before feeling the bed sink next to me again, and a large arm lazily lying over my waist. I fight to suppress the smile that graces my lips before hearing Harry's soft snores again. Falling back to sleep in his embrace.
I'm awoken again by the bright alarm clock. 07:23, it now reads. I bite my lip, Harry's arm still encasing me, knowing I should go. I slowly peel Harry's arm off of me, the sheets had fallen down leaving me bare, the light morning air nipping at my body. Swinging my legs over the side of the bed I let my feet rest on the cool laminate flooring. I look over my shoulder at Harry's sleeping body again before deciding to stand and gather my clothing. Picking up my white dress I lightly push it over my body, covering my once naked form. Grabbing my bag and stuffing my belongings that had been thrown all over the room, doing a mental inventory as I go.
“What are you doing?” Harry's gravely morning voice causes me to turn suddenly and face him. He was now leaning against the headboard. His bare form covered by the plush duvet, the same one which had just been keeping me warm minutes prior. “Going home” I shrug, picking up a lipstick I saw in the middle of the rug. “I’m not doing this again” Harry says. We had started a little bit of a routine. We see each other, anywhere, anytime, have a light conversation and then I always end up, naked, straddling his waist and moaning his name, making a swift exit the next morning. The first few times Harry would beg me to stay, ask what's wrong, why am I leaving so soon when we both want me to stay. But now, he's used to the way I don't want to get attached, especially not to a man like him.
Harry sighs, standing from the bed and treading over to me lightly, like I'm some rare animal. Through the dim light the morning sun is providing through the blinds I can see the little purple marks that have now formed on Harry's chest, the same ones I leave every time we do this. “Take off your dress, stay for a while” he murmurs as his eyes rake down my body and a gentle hand grasps the string strap on my shoulder lazily. “You know i can't” my voice cracks lightly as i bite my lip. My eyes gaze up to meet Harry's own intense gaze. “Who we are outside of this room just doesn't work” my voice strains at the words. Harry's fingers tap lightly on my shoulder as he entraps the strap of my dress between my shoulder and his hand.
“I wish you’d give us a chance” Harry's voice is hoarse as he makes the confession to me, his hand and my strap falling down my bicep. I glance at the movement before letting my gaze meet Harrys once more. A deep breath releases from my mouth, one I didn't know I was holding. “You need to move on” I whisper, studying his face. “How can I, when you always come back?” He says, lowering his head so our foreheads are now touching. Harry laces his arms around my waist, his hands resting on the small of my back. “One last time” I utter the same words I utter every single time we do this.
Harrys soft smile graces his face as his arms hook under my legs, lifting me before placing me gently back down on the edge of the bed. I lay back, letting my head rest down on the soft duvet, my eyes never leaving Harrys as he climbs on top of me, caging me between his large arms, his bare chest hovering mere inches above my own. I take in the moment, drinking in his face like it's a drug I can't stop myself from taking. He stops, our noses brushing “you say that everytime” his voice low and seductive, before he softly presses his lips against mine.
Hiii maybe wroetoshaw festival fic? Can either be social media or irl🫶🫶
festival | wroetoshaw
thank you anon for this request!! this is if you, harry and friends went to a festival together. i might also write a fic where you meet harry at a festival if you’d be interested !!
w2s x reader
open for requests.


Harry smiled at you as he watched you primp yourself up on the train. Purely afraid of being rushed out into the festival once you arrived. You hated being rushed.
He admired you, watching as your eyes light up and your smile grew wider as you and chip discussed the anticipation you both had for the following days. On the train was you, Harry, Chip and Freezy. Many others were going. The remainder of the sidemen, Callux, Talia, Freya and Willne. To name a few. Your friend group were extremely lucky with their opportunities but they found it was always for work that they were meeting up. Yes, this weekend many people were bringing along their vlogging cameras but they weren’t there because they had to be everyone wanted to be there.
“I’m looking forward to a couple of pints,” Harry added to the conversation. Chip laughed, “Aren’t we all my friend.” As he held up his water bottle waiting for Harry to return the toast.
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y/n y/l/n: weekend loading…..
theburntchip, cal sitting beside y/n sobbing
calfreezy, i thought i was loved
y/ny/l/n, who told you that?
w2s, chip looks like he’s already had a weekend
theburntchip, bugger off
y/ny/l/n, he did just have to sit beside you for three hours
taliamar, so so so excited to see you!!!!!
y/ny/l/n, i miss you!!
callux, please hurry some of us need a drink
The four of us arrived at our hotel, eager to get out and explore the festival grounds. You loved hotels, something Harry knew. You were too busy looking for the reception to notice Harry had changed which hand was lugging his suitcase as he intertwined your fingers with the other. You finally broke out of your trance. “Hi Harry.” You smiled and he sheepishly smiled back.
Once you all arrived in your room, messages from the groupchat came flooding through. Everybody begging the four of you to hurry. “Tell Simon we’ll be there in a minute,” you groaned, unable to find your shoes. “I just need to find these shoes.” You rummaged through your suitcase that might have been a little too full. “These ones?” Harry queried holding up your shoes as you pulled them from his hands. “Yes! Oh my god.” Harry smiled as you kissed him on the cheek, scurrying to put your shoes on.
You and Harry made it to the lobby just after Chip and Freezy. A group, probably to others distaste, were gathered in the middle. All riddled with a buzz of excitement. It radiated as you smiled as soon as you seen the herd of them. “Y/n!” You heard one of them shout, only if you knew which one. Harry’s name was called soon after as he came into their view. “So good to see you.” Callux said as he embraced you. “Great to see you too.” You smiled at him before being welcomed by another’s embrace and then it carried on. Eventually, everyone arrived on the field for the festival. The good thing was, music was playing from every end on every stage. Everybody ran for a drink. “Would you like a beer?” Harry asked, pointing to the bar some were already off too. “Please, if you don’t mind.”
“Of course.” He replied, giving your forehead a kiss before moving on.
As the sun went down, the atmosphere grew and drunk levels were significantly increased. You and Harry were dancing with one another, his hand sometimes resting on your waist but other than that it was reckless dancing. Unfortunately, as you danced your night away you knocked over a man’s beer behind you. “Oh my god! I’m so sorry—Let me, let me buy you another.” You scrambled as you picked up his cup, looking at him with apologetic eyes. “What the fuck! What the fuck!” He yelled, Harry turned around. “Hey mate, back off!” He shouted, the guy just laughing in his face. His girlfriend rapidly apologised logging her boyfriend through the crowd. “I’m so sorry. He’s so drunk. Sorry.”
Harry wrapped his arm around your shoulder as they walked away into the crowd. “Hey. You okay?” He yelled over the bustle of the crowd. “I’m fine, Harry. It’s just people when they’re drunk.” You said, it didn’t bother you but something about his anger felt so genuine even through the slurred speech and drunken eyes. Suddenly the crowd raved as the main artist came on stage. Harry nudged your arm with excitement. “For this first song, grab your significant other or maybe someone you care about.” Harry had never leaned into you faster his arms grasping your waist as he turned to face you. The song flowed as did your bodies. “I love you.” Harry spoke as he pulled you closer. “I love you more.” He pulled you in for a kiss and the night never felt younger.
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y/n y/l/n: if i told you we only drank a little would you believe us?
w2s, i look out of it in everything im in
stephentries, you were
y/ny/l/n, you necked two pints in like 40 seconds
stephentries, i love my boyfriend 🥰
y/ny/l/n, you can have him
w2s, oi
willne, my shoulders are suffering
calfreezy, my heads suffering boy
taliamar, before my cowboy boots got destroyed thanks to simon
based on my story,forever on wattpad by @willneslvrx it is not reader insert instead fem oc!
contains:fluff!
you are simons sister in this one
longer ones + explanations!:
he definitely has been obsessed with you.like since you first met at simon’s birthday four years ago,he knew it was never gonna happen though,was it?
he loves it when you have no makeup on..like not even in a “i prefer my girl to be natural”sorta way,its more of “she feels comfortable around me”.knowing from simon how much you struggle with self confidence,and he always always makes sure to compliment you every time in some sort of way.
when simon said you were off limits he cried.like….not even being dramatic,he remembers the day four years ago when simon introduced you properly,an hour before he said she was off limits,and he just laughed.and then he saw you and then he heard your laugh.he’s never hated simon more in that situation
he listens to you talk about your ex.you tell him the good,the bad.everything,he usually sits there and calls him a twat and you laugh,but sometimes he genuinely feels awful for you.and vows that if you guys ever dated,he would never ever remind you of him.but that didnt matter because you weren’t gonna date ever right??
when you say you are a man hater,his heart actually aches a little.for the two months harry and you first started seeing each other more due to moving in with your older brother.you would sit there and just scream “i do just fucking hate men sometimes”and harry’s soul would hurt a little,he knew you were going through it.but he wouldn’t be that bad to you. in fact he wouldn’t even be bad.if that relationship were to end you would leave it a man lover he says to himself.
shorter headcanons with little to no explanation: (these are more from the dating side and sneaking around side)
he loves like absolutely adores you in red.
swerves you when you try and kiss him for the first time as you are drunk and spends fourty minutes apologising.
always tries and gets you involved in sidemen videos as an excuse to see you more.
tells you that he loves you on the first date.because quite honestly that man knew he loved you four years ago
makes you pinky promise not to tell simon.
always steals xix vodka from shoots because he got you obsessed with it
is such a “baby” or “sweetheart”pet name type of guy
loves the idea of you being at his flat when he gets home from filming.he has no idea why exactly
