Can I request a fluff with ArthurTV, where he and the reader (y/n pov) has a baby togheter (boy/girl you can decide).
Inspired by this photo of Danny Aarons. Something like Arthur is filming a reaction video with the boys, and the reader comes in with the baby because she need to do something (you can decide).
So she asks if he can look after the baby, all the boys thinks its so cute and talks to the baby. And Arthur is a super cute dad just pure fluff. Maybe if you want you can write also how the fans react after the videos is uploaded. 🙏🤭 Hope you understand and its not to confusing.
Hii, thank you so much for this super cute request omg! I hope you like it 😭💕
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The Cutest Interruption
Summary: Arthur is filming a chaotic reaction video with George Clarke, Cam Kirkham, and Italian Bach when you quietly knock on his home office door. Your baby girl refuses to settle unless she’s held, and you need both hands to make her bottle. Arthur takes her instantly, right on camera, slipping into soft, melty dad mode with zero hesitation. The boys crumble, the internet melts, and the surprise baby cameo becomes everyone’s favourite moment.
Warning: so much fluff, soft dad!arthur, baby cameo, just George, Cam and Isaac losing their minds
Word count: 890 🌸
Arthur’s home office door is cracked open just enough for you to hear the chaos happening inside — the familiar mess of George yelling, Cam cackling, and Isaac arguing dramatically in the background of whatever they’re reacting to.
Your daughter squirms in your arms, her soft little whine building in her chest. She’s fighting sleep like it’s her sworn enemy, clinging to your shirt with her tiny fist. You need both hands to make her bottle, but she refuses to be put down without sounding like she’s auditioning for a dramatic role.
You take a breath, shift her weight, and knock softly on the office door.
Instant hush inside.
Arthur’s voice comes, warm and cheerful:
“Come in!”
You open the door slowly.
Arthur’s back is to you at first, his headset slightly crooked, hair tousled from where your daughter tugged on it earlier. His monitor shows the three boys on Discord in their little squares, George leaning forward, Cam in some weird angle, Isaac gesturing wildly about something.
Arthur turns, sees you, and then sees her.
His whole face melts.
“Hellooo, my girls,” he says in a voice so soft it almost sounds like someone else.
George immediately presses his face close to his webcam.
“Oh my goodness, look at her.”
Cam gasps like he’s witnessing a rare Pokémon.
“She’s AWAKE? This is huge.”
Issac waves frantically.
“It’s a baby!”
Your daughter looks at them like they’re the ceiling fan, mildly interesting, but not important enough to stay awake for.
You laugh.
“Sorry to interrupt, she won’t let me put her down and I need to get her bottle sorted. Can you take her for a minute?”
Arthur is already standing.
Like he genuinely teleports.
“Course, babe. Come here, sweetheart,” he murmurs, arms open, eyes shining.
The second she’s in his arms, she melts against his chest like she belongs exactly there. Arthur kisses the side of her head. Then again. And again. Because he can.
“Were you being dramatic for mummy, hmm?” he whispers. “Yeah, thought so.”
George slaps his desk.
“STOP. That dad voice is illegal.”
Cam giggles.
“He’s gone. Fully dad-mode activated.”
Isaac: “Someone record this for evidence.”
Arthur sits back down, balancing her effortlessly with one arm while turning back toward the monitor. She clutches his shirt in her tiny hand and settles like he’s her personal lullaby machine.
“Right lads,” Arthur says, bouncing her lightly, “we’ll keep going. She’s reacting too.”
Your daughter lets out a tiny squeak, not quite a cry, just a sleepy complaint.
Isaac gasps.
“She has spoken.”
George wipes a fake tear.
“Her debut in the reaction industry.”
Arthur kisses the top of her head and shakes his head at the boys.
“She’s just telling you she prefers Uncle Cam.”
Cam places a dramatic hand on his heart.
“She WHAT? I— I’m honoured.”
You stand there for a moment, watching your boyfriend, headphones on, friends laughing in little squares on the screen, your baby fastened securely to his chest, and your heart warms so deeply you swear you could melt into the carpet.
When you come back with the bottle ready, the room is shockingly quiet.
Your daughter is fast asleep on Arthur’s chest, her cheek squished adorably against him, her little fist still gripping his shirt like she never wants to let go.
The boys are whispering.
Actually whispering.
George: “Guys I’m gonna cry.”
Cam: “Why is this so emotional?”
Isaac: “This is cinema.”
Arthur looks up at you with the softest smile you’ve ever seen.
“She’s out,” he whispers.
He runs one gentle fingertip along her back, careful not to wake her.
You take her from him, and she stirs only slightly before settling back into your arms.
“Thanks, babe,” you whisper.
He squeezes your waist lightly before turning back to his screen.
“Alright boys—” Arthur says quietly, clearing his throat,
“Where were we?”
Cam fans himself.
“Being destroyed emotionally, apparently.”
George nods.
“I need a minute.”
Isaac wipes his eyes.
“I am not okay.”
comments 💬
user1: THE BABY CAMEO OH MY GOD I WASN’T READY 😭
user2: Arthur in dad mode is something spiritual
user3: The way she instantly calmed when he held her?? My ovaries
user4: Bach gasping every 10 seconds is peak comedy 🤣
user5: George whispering because she fell asleep… this whole group needs therapy
user6: Cam being personally attacked that she likes him is SO on brand
user7: Arthur bouncing her while reacting— he’s such a natural dad I’m crying 😭
user8: YN showing up like a beautiful side quest 💗
user9: Petition for BabyTV episodes weekly please
user10: Her little hand gripping Arthur’s shirt… end me 😭
warnings - swearing, one sexual innuendo, not proofread
summary - what it would be like if you were at the fellas restaurant shoot with sabina, liv and flo as ab's girlfriend
a/n - had a full revamp of the blog and made all my posts private for a fresh start <3 posts will be here and there as i get back into the flow of posting in between work and uni xxx
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the second you step into the restaurant, it’s absolute chaos.
stan is attempting to somehow run food, seat customers and take orders, pacing between the same three tables with the same intensity as though it's a fully booked saturday night. cal and chip are arguing in the kitchen. and behind the bar, alfie is aggressively shaking an espresso martini like his job depends on it.
pure chaos.
he spots you immediately. "oiii, who's that rocket that's just walked in?"
you roll your eyes, waving at him as if you don't love it, and make your way over to sabina, flo and liv who are already sat.
"ab, for fuck sake, man! hurry up!" cal yells, looking stressed as ever.
“what the fuck is even going on?” you laugh, sitting down next to liv.
“honestly, i don’t know. i don’t even think they know.” flo says, shaking her head.
taking a quick scan of the room, you're quick to notice theo and reev sitting down, blank street's in hand.
"is that what i think it is?" you scoff, pointing over to them.
"don't even. we're fuming," flo sighs, "didn't even think of asking us if we wanted a matcha."
"that's actually unforgiveable." you decide.
after a few minutes, stanley comes over to take your order.
“you’re sweating.” you point out, trying to suppress a laugh.
he rolls his eyes, dramatically gesturing to the restaurant floor, “well duh.”
“it’s three tables.” you deadpan.
he splutters, “just- you know what? it’s fine. what do you want to drink?”
from across the restaurant floor comes, "stanley!"
you take your time, deliberately drawing it out.
“oh, i don’t know what i want. umm… what do you think i should get?” you turn to sabina, acting as if this is the biggest decision ever.
she giggles as she taps her chin for added effect, “well, i had the chips dealer and it was good but, i don’t know, you might not like it-”
“stanley!” cal’s voice cuts through your discussion.
“okay, okay i’m sorry. i’ll have a horse tranquilliser please.” you tell him as he turns to leave.
as stanley rushes off, alfie comes over, an espresso martini already in hand. the glass perfectly filled, obvious he was careful when bringing it over. he sets it down in front of you, pressing a quick kiss to your head.
“for me?” you smile up at him.
“it’s the only one i knew you’d drink.” he calls over his shoulder as he goes back to the kitchen.
sabina rolls her eyes lovingly, "that man is so in love with you it's ridiculous."
at the next table, reev leans over to theo, "why the hell didn't we get that kind of service?"
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as stan sets the starters down for the table, you're surprised at how good they actually look.
the tex-mex nachos are layered perfectly in cheese, guacamole, sour cream and jalapeños. the loaded fries are covered in cheese and crispy onions, steam rising as stan sets them down. you take some nachos, fully expecting them to taste disappointing.
"okay... wow. they're actually unreal." you admit, turning to sabina who's trying the fries.
she nods in agreement, eyes wide.
the mains follow shortly after and again, you're shocked at how well they've actually done.
which makes the dessert seem promising too. it's ice cream, how hard can it be?
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"it's... toffee pieces."
it's not. it's crumbled wotsits cal and chip think would be hilarious to sabotage the desserts with.
"we'll cover it in whipped cream. they'll never notice." chip justifies.
another ice cream is sabotaged with a cheese slice, another with jalapeños. some are lucky, being spoilt with all three.
but before you even order dessert, sabina is asking the all important question.
"should we get more drinks?"
and, of course, the answer is always yes.
liv lowers her voice slightly, "do you think they'll spit in our drinks if we keep ordering loads?"
without missing a beat, flo shrugs casually, tilting her head in your direction, "alfie spits in her mouth all the time. she'll be fine."
you nearly choke, going bright red.
"flo!" you hide your face in your hands, "why did i ever tell you that?"
"they'll cut it out, it's fine." flo giggles.
liv is wheezing, flo is doubled over laughing and sabina's jaw is practically on the floor.
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a little while later, you decide you need another drink, and rather than waiting god know how long for stan to come back to the table, you take matters into your own hands.
alfie clocks you straight away as you stand and make your way over.
you lean against the bar, "hi, handsome."
"alright, girl?" he asks, putting on an exaggerated roadman accent.
furrowing your bows, you smack his arm, "talk to me properly."
he grins, dropping the act, "hi, my perfect girlfriend. what can i do for you?"
there's something about the way he immediately softens for you that makes your nose scrunch up in adoration for the man in front of you.
he shakes his head like it's a hardship as you tell him you need another drink, but he's already grabbing another shaker before you finish your sentence. it amazes you how good his arms look doing something as boring as making a cocktail.
"you're staring." alfie mutters, not even needing to look up to know that's true.
"shut up."
before you think twice about it, you're leaning over the bar and pressing a kiss to his lips. it's quick but deliberate, enough to draw noise from the tables behind.
"oi!"
"surely that's favouritism?"
"get a room!"
alfie pulls back, rolling his eyes at the childish comments, and strains your drink into a fresh glass.
"was that to butter me up so we don't sabotage your food?" he asks, raising an eyebrow.
"i don't need to butter you up. you should be nice to me already."
he hums softly, handing you your drink and heading back to the kitchen to make sure your dessert is safe.
"lads, what the fuck is that?" alfie laughs, looking at the bowl of ice cream that's currently sporting all three sabotages.
"it'll be good, trust," cal brushes it off like it's the most normal thing in the world, handing two bowls to stan, "for the girls."
alfie's head whips to cal, "naaah, mate. i can't give that to my mrs. she'll genuinely kill me. i'll be sleeping on the sofa."
they go back and forth arguing about it. cal calling him dramatic, chip insisting it'll be funny.
for piece of mind, alfie has to make yours himself, even going as far as to decorate it with sprinkles, chocolate sauce, brownies and strawberries.
chip watches him in disbelief, "you're so boring, bro."
"hilarious." alfie says sarcastically, grabbing the bowl and walking over with it himself.
you see him making his way over and immediately narrow your eyes.
as he gently sets it down in front of you, you eye him suspiciously, "i'm scared."
he leans down, one arm around your shoulders to pull him into you as he whispers in your ear, "you're the only one who shouldn't be scared."
a crunch sounds from next to you, and as you turn your head, you see liv's disgusted face.
"errr, what the fuck is that? alfie!" liv groans, shivering in disgust and reaching for her drink.
his hands fly up innocently, "i-look. i told them not to do it. i tried to stop them-"
loud laughter erupts from the kitchen. they're loving watching everyone dig in to their 'delicious' ice creams.
description: you are invited to a sidemen pub quiz
pairing: harry lewis (w2s) x fem!reader
genre: fluff
ib: this by @girlwnomoney
"ladies and gentlemen, welcome back to another sidemen pub quiz!" simon says to the camera, "today we have bought in some new participants - our beautiful wives." the room erupts in applause. "okay let's introduce our teams for today."
"we have went for 'sherlock homies'" josh says, his team being him, freya and chris. the room giggles a little.
ethan, faith and freezy are next, "we are called 'www' because we are white, white and white" ethan says, laughing.
harry, you and arthur are the next team, "we are named 'the quizzards of oz.'" harry says, making everyone laugh.
"we are called 'simon's lovers'" jj says, his team being him, talia and deji, to which simon says, "i understand jj and deji but how is talia fitting into that category." and earns a glare from talia.
"we are called the 'winning team' because we are gonna win this thing." tobi says, his team has him, becky and george.
"ok, so i think 'the quizzards of oz' is the best name and hence your gets the first point of the game, and also you get to make the first rule." simon says and your team cheer while the others groan.
"so the first rule is that whenever arthur raises his hand everyone must follow suit or else they'll have to drink." harry announces.
"great let's get started with the first round! i will ask you six questions on geography and you will have 10 seconds to write down your answer for each question." simon says and starts saying the questions, " 1) name two countries that has the letter 'x' in it. 2) how tall is the mount everest, closest answer wins. 3) what is the tallest mountain in africa. 4) what is the capital of laos. 5) what rocks are made due to the cooling of lava. 6) what is the only ocean named after a country."
when the first question is announced and you answer immediately, "mexico and luxemberg." you keep your voice low so that others don't hear.
"yes! you genius." harry exclaims, kissing your cheek.
"i feel like i am third wheeling already." arthur says, rolling his eyes fondly, causing you to blush.
"mount everest is approximately 29000 feet tall. mount kilimanjaro is the tallest mountain in africa. vientiane is the capital of laos. igneous rocks are made of lava, and indian ocean is the only ocean named after a country." you answer quickly, both harry and arthur stare at you like you have grown 10 heads. "what?" you question, your eyebrows knitting together.
"you are so smart." arthur says, his voice filled with surprise.
"i am so turned on right now." harry says, seriously, not even trying to joke.
"harry!" you exclaim, making both him and arthur laugh.
"that was really impressive, y/n." arthur comments.
"nah, it wasn't all that." you say, brushing off the compliment.
"darling, you literally might have cooked josh zerkaa." harry says, giving josh a cheeky grinning which results in a confused look from josh.
your team won the first round, with six points, ethan's team came last and they made a rule that everybody must drink from their left hand else they will have to drink.
"next round is a bonus round, a member from each team will have to come up on the stage." everyone sends one member, arthur decides to go from your team with chris, frezzy, deji and tobi. "okay, so this round, everyone will have to do keepie ups for a minute, the person who does the most in a minute will get a point." chris wins the round and his team gets a point.
"y/n!" ethan screams your name, making you slip the drink in your hand. "right hand drinking!" he exclaims. "that's a shot, simon!!!"
"unfortunately, that's a shot for you, y/n." simon tells you and you groan.
"i don't want to do it." you say to harry and give him a little pout, harry sighs and takes a shot on behalf of you.
"hey! harry that's not allowed." ethan says, "you can't do a shot for her."
"why not, mate?" harry asks, already downing your shot.
"simon, that isn't allow." ethan complains.
"if he wants to do a shot on behalf of her, he totally can." simon says, shrugging his shoulder, at which ethan screams 'simp' to harry.
"so does that mean you would do a shot for me too?" arthur says, teasingly.
"are you just as pretty, smart and wonderful as her? no, you aren't, so i am not doing a shot for you." harry tells him, making arthur gasp dramatically.
"okay, our next round is english round, i will ask you guys six questions and you will have 10 seconds for each of them." simon says and then read out the question, "1. name three shakespeare plays. 2. who wrote 'pride and prejudice'. 3. what is the only english word ending with 'mt'. 4. what word phonetically imitates, resembles, or suggests a sound that it refers to. 5. what punctuation is used to indicate ownership or belonging. 6. how many lines are in a sonnet."
"what the hell are these questions?" arthur says from beside you.
"yeah, baby, this is your field." harry tells you.
"ok fine." you start, "romeo and juliet, macbeth, and merchant of venice are three shakespeare plays. obviously, jane austen wrote pride and prejudice."
"obviously." both arthur and harry say, sarcastically, making you laugh.
"dreamt is the only english word that ends with mt. onomatopoeia is the word that imitates sounds. apostrophe is used to indicate belonging, and a sonnet has 14 lines." you tell them, both of them grinning really hard, arthur because he knows you guys are going to win and harry because he is incredibly proud of you.
"yoooo mrs. wroetoshaw, you gotta help us with this." ethan says from across the room.
"nah, mate, she ain't helping." harry says, "figure it out yourself."
"come on, bog, share her with us." ethan teases.
"fuck off, mate, i am not sharing." harry says and pulls your chair closer to him, making you giggle.
your team wins again and simon calls up one member from each team to compete in a challenge, harry, ethan, josh, jj and george. "okay so this is going to be golf challenge. each person will get one try to shoot the ball as far as they could, the furtherest wins."
everyone but harry groans, "simon, harry's going to win this, mate." ethan says.
"you don't know that. you might win." simon says, smiling to himself.
"what do you mean?!" ethan exclaims. "look at these strong arms and this huge biceps, mate." he says, squeezing harry's arms, making the room laugh.
as ethan predicted, harry wins easily with a difference of 100 yards between him and josh, who came second. your team scores 3 points that round. "okay, so jj's team is last currently." simon says, laughing at jj, deji and talia.
"that's because the two of them won't listen to me!" talia says, annoyed by jj and deji, "i got all the answers correct but jj won't put them down correctly."
the room laughs, "well, your team sucks." simon says, laughing at her. "but since you are last, you get to make one rule."
"our rule is if you call anyone in the this room by their most popular name then you do a shot." jj says.
"what do you mean by 'most popular name'?" simon asks for clarification.
"like you can't call me jj or ksi." jj clears up and the room agrees.
"okay so next round is a price round. i will show you guys a number of items and you will have to write down it's price the closest price in the room wins a point and the item." simon explains. "okay so the first item is a cheese grater." simon holds up a cheese grater.
"oh that's 45 pounds easily." harry says, making you and arthur gasp.
"45 pounds?!" you exclaim, "haz, you have lost your mind."
"what?" harry says, confused.
"simon." josh announces from he seat. "she just called him by his name." he says point towards you and harry.
"no, i did not." you say in defensive tone. "i called him 'haz' no one calls him 'haz'."
"to be fair, nobody calls him haz but her." simon agrees with you.
"yeah, josh, you fucking snitch." harry sass.
"you called him by his name." the room almost exclaims together. your team face plam and harry is forced to take a shot.
you put down 7 pounds for the cheese grater and simon shows the next item, "okay now we have an iphone 17 air." your team put down 800 pounds for it, the next four items are - an orange, a brikin bag, a piece of italian bach's hair, and a bottle of vodka. josh's team wins that round and yours come second.
"okay, so the people who hasn't participated in a bonus challenge will have to come up now." simon announces, you and the rest of the girls make your way up. "okay so this is a three round blindfold challenge. two people will be eliminated in the first round, then one will be eliminated in the second, and the person who wins the last round will win 3 points for their team." simon explains.
for the first round you were tasked to pour 300ml of orange juice in a glass. becky and faith are the first ones to be eliminated with both of them overfilling their glasses. the next round, you are supposed the make a sandwich blindfolded. freya is the one that is eliminated this round since she missed a few ingredients.
"okay, so for our final round, talia and y/n will have to decorate a cake blindfolded." simon announces, making you and talia groan. "the teams which are eliminated will decide the winner for this round." you try your hardest to make the cake look pretty but that was proven to be difficult since you are not able to look at the cake. luckily, talia didn't do too great either. "well done both of you, these cakes are very well decorated." simon says saractically. "okay, guys you need to vote now, write your answers on the whiteboard and reveal it together."
"okay, before you all start voting." jj interrupts, "be very logically about this, y/n's team is already leading, if they win this one too they will win easily."
"hey, hey, hey, you cannot manipulate the jury like that." harry says, sounding offended. "and my wife worked really hard on that cake, she deserves to win."
"well, so did talia." jj argues.
"nah, not as much as y/n." harry says, making the room laugh. the room votes for talia's cake to win but you still get one point for second position. "fuck you lot, she worked really hard on that." harry says, offend on your behalf.
"it's okay, haz." you say, chuckling.
"no, these ungrateful bastards don't appreciate you enough." he says, still frowning, making you laugh harder.
"okay, before we wind up and i announce the scores, one person from each team had a secret challenge, let's find out if they completed it." simon says, pointing to deji to start.
"i had to defeat three people in rock paper scissors, and i did finish it." deji says, and earns a point for this team.
"i had to go up to three people and tell them today's temperature." josh says, and earns a point.
"i had to take a shot with a person from each team and i did it with all the girls." becky says and earns her team a point.
"okay so mine was to criticise one thing about the female member in each team, but i wasn't able to complete it since i am too scared of bog fighting me for insulting his missus." frezzy says, making the room laugh.
"i had to kiss a person three times and i kissed y/n three times." harry says, proudly.
"pretty sure it was more than three times but i will let you have it." simon teases him, "okay so our winners today with 21 points is 'the quizzards of oz'! you guys each win a grand!" simon announces making you guys cheer. "with that we wrap up the video, thank you so much for watching, see you lot next time, bye!"
summary: You’re visiting Harry while he hosts hide and seek at his house, he tells the guys not to bother you… but do they ever listen? | Harry x fem!reader
notes: fluffmas day 22! only 3 left :( based on this request! Hope this lifts ur spirits on a monday happy reading <3333
Harry tells them very clearly. “Don’t go in the living room.”
He says it before filming starts, while everyone’s milling about and Ethan’s already trying to wind him up. He says it again when cameras are rolling, and people are scouting out hiding spots.
“She’s knackered, she’s travelled, she’s not part of the video,” Harry insists, pointing vaguely down the hall. “Leave her alone.”
Naturally, that means the living room becomes the most attractive hiding spot in the house.
You’re curled up on the sofa with one of Harry’s hoodies on – the soft grey one that smells like him – legs tucked underneath you, phone in hand, only half watching whatever’s on the telly. You can hear the chaos echoing through the house: drawers slamming, whispered arguments, Ethan laughing too loudly.
You smile to yourself.
You haven’t seen Harry properly in weeks. Long-distance does that thing where it makes the mundane feel precious – sitting on his sofa, wearing his clothes, existing in the same space without a screen between you.
The door creaks open.
“Shh, shh, shh.”
You look up just in time to see Simon, Ethan, and Tobi practically falling into the room, eyes wide and panicked.
“What are you-” you start.
Ethan presses a finger to his lips. “Hide and seek.”
Simon grins. “We’ll be quiet.”
They absolutely will not be quiet.
Before you can argue, they scatter – Simon crouches behind the armchair, Tobi squeezes himself awkwardly behind the curtains, and Ethan… Just lies flat on the floor behind the sofa like that’s a normal decision.
You blink. “Harry said-”
“We know,” Simon whispers. “But we haven’t seen you in ages.”
As if summoned by your conversation, footsteps approach in the hallway.
Your heart jumps anyway.
The door opens again, and Harry slips inside, closing it carefully behind him like he’s sneaking into a secret.
“Hi,” he murmurs, instantly soft, eyes lighting up when he sees you. “You alright?”
You nod, smiling. “Yeah.”
He crosses the room in three long strides, dropping down beside you without a second thought. One arm curls around your shoulders, pulling you into his side like it’s muscle memory.
He presses a kiss to your temple. Then another. Then one to your cheek.
Behind the sofa, Ethan bites his fist to stop the laughter.
“You having fun?” Harry asks quietly, thumb brushing over your arm.
“Mm”, you say. “Your mates are being loud.”
He huffs a laugh. “Tell me about it.”
Simon watches in disbelief as Harry leans in again, forehead resting against yours now, his voice dropping even softer.
“I’ve missed you,” he says.
“I know,” you reply gently. “I missed you, too.”
Harry exhales, like he’s been holding that in all day. He kisses you properly this time – slow and familiar, like he’s grounding himself.
Tobi has to look away.
Harry pulls back just enough to smile at you, nose brushing yours. “I’ll win this, you know.”
“You say that every time.”
“And I’m right every time.”
He grins, kisses you again, then finally – finally – stands up.
“I’ll come back,” he whispers, like a promise.
The door clicks shut.
The room explodes into silent hysteria.
“Oh my god,” Simon breathes. “He didn’t see us.”
“He kissed her THREE TIMES,” Ethan whispers harshly. “I’m gonna be sick.”
Tobi shakes his head. “He’s got it bad.”
Two minutes pass with you chatting and catching up with the guys, then the door opens again.
Harry slips back in like he forgot something.
He goes straight to you again.
“I forgot to ask,” he says softly, hand resting on your knee. “Do you want to get food after this?”
Simon squeezes his eyes shut.
You laugh quietly. “Yes.”
“Cool,” Harry says, relieved. He leans down, kisses you once more – quick, sweet - then pauses. “One more.”
He kisses you again.
Behind the armchair, Simon silently mouths this is ridiculous.
Harry finally straightens up, completely oblivious, and leaves the room.
The second the door shuts, Ethan sits up. “I’m telling him.”
Simon snorts. “He’ll be mortified.”
Tobi smiles fondly. “Nah. He’s in love.”
When Harry eventually bursts back into the living room later, triumphant and smug-
-and finds all three of them staring at him-
“You lot hid in here,” he realises slowly.
Simon grins. “Yeah.”
Ethan adds, “You kissed her like four times.”
Harry freezes.
Then he groans, covering his face, “You’re joking.”
You laugh, tugging his sleeve until he drops back onto the sofa beside you. He wraps an arm around you immediately, burying his face in your hair.
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@zerocontextab what the hell is happening here
@yourfriend2 fucken tart xx
@user2 holllllyyyyy soft launch im so hype
AB — AB compares his London Penthouse & Village Cottage!
8:47
"What else has been going on in my life?... Oh I went on a date the other day." Alfie exclaimed at the camera, sitting in the drivers seat with a fanged grin
"Oh AB how did that go?" He asked in a rhetorical question, "I'm fucken gassed you man!" Alfie bangs the seat and jumps up and down in excitement.
"I mean, I was scared to go on it anyway because i've got a cold and i've thought if shes funny i'm gonna start laughing and little snot bubbles will come out.. and there will be like one massive one that takes up the whole face. If i'm honest I came close, couldn't fumble this one, it would be a generational loss" He eggs on, using his hands to tell the story to his viewers.
"I mean I thought the game was gone when a little snot came out, but boys, I recovered, shes a little fucken rocke— fwaarrk" he giddily exclaims, rubbing his palms together.
9:13
INSTAGRAM DM — alfiebuttle
@y/nl/n saw ur vlog, thanks for the feature x
@alfiebuttle oi chill out girl, need to let the world know i haven't fumbled the bag yet, its a big one for the degenerate viewers
@y/nl/n yeah speaking of, when tf do i get my voice message... every girl but me smh, just when u think ur special
@alfiebuttle if i sent you a voice message you would block me instantly and ur a fucken tart, can't let that happen can i? x
@y/nl/n tart??? and they say chivalry is dead
@alfiebuttle i liked my feature on your post
@y/nl/n the only reason ur in it is bc i took aesthetic photos u happened to be in 😒
@alfiebuttle a win is a win
@alfiebuttle
Liked by y/nl/n and 138k others
Just tryna get the good ending 🌅
@y/nl/n wow nice colour scheme, i wonder who helped with that x
@user39 okay not to sound crazy but y/n and ab, she is literally friends w yasmine... both recently went on dates, live in england, am i crazy
@user23 no but ur not cos look at her comment.
@zerocontextab +10 sanity from the grotto and the mrs
@alfiebuttle 🫡
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@user38 bro is lifemaxxing
@buttlesbunnie wtf thats my man, i am so sad rn
@user2 no way ab just so nonchalantly soft launched, just living every lads dream there fella
@user20 We SEE the tattoos bro ☠️🙏
@user47 who is the girl??
@user95 her name is @y/nl/n she's rlly pretty
THE FELLAS PODCAST — AB’s Secret Mrs, Boy’s Portugal Trip & Snapchat Beef… EP. 283
"Right, so," Cal started, leaning forward with that look he gets when he's about to stir up some shit. "Before we get into whatever we've planned today, we need to have a little chat, don't we, AB?"
Alfie shifted, his curly brown hair bouncing slightly. "What you on about? I'm here to talk about y'know boys trip n that." He gestured vaguely at stan.
Chip snorted from across the table. "He's talking about you getting a bird, AB. Don't play dumb."
Alfie's face went a bit red, and he immediately tried to cover it by scratching his beard. "Nah, nah, nah. What bird? I ain't got a girlfriend."
Cal pulled out his phone, his grin widening. "Is that right? So this photo you posted yesterday… of your shadow and some other shadow… that was just you and a random tree, was it?"
"It was a nature walk!" Alfie protested, his voice going a bit high. "I like nature, alright? Can't a man appreciate a bit of greenery without it being a whole thing?"
"A whole thing?" Chip laughed, leaning so far back you thought his chair might tip over. "Mate, the comments section is going mental. 'Who's the girl?' And you said your date went all well on vlog, bare cute y'know.'"
Alfie's green eyes widened in panic. "Don't read that shit out! That's private!"
"Private?" Cal howled, showing his phone to the camera. "You posted it for your 819 thousand followers! How is that private?"
You watched as Alfie's confident exterior completely crumbled. He went from this confident youtuber to a blushing mess in about five seconds flat.
"Alright, fine," he finally admitted, holding up his hands in defeat. "There might be someone. But we're not calling it anything, alright? We're just… oh nah don't make me... fuuuuckkkk."
The studio erupted in cheers and whistles, with Cal and Chip banging on the table like they'd just won the lottery.
"Don't make you what?" Cal repeated. "Oh, AB, lets fucking go lad!."
"Shut up," Alfie mumbled, but he was smiling now, a proper goofy grin that made him look about ten years younger. "She's just… sound, you know? Proper little rocket, this one."
Chip smiled with laughter. "Bro she's the one for you."
"She's just… i dunno, energetic," Alfie tried to explain, his hands flying everywhere as he spoke. "Always buzzing about, doing her own thing. Makes these proper cute posts n shit, she's got a following and everything."
"A YouTuber?" Cal raised his eyebrows.
"Nah, nah, not like that," Alfie shook his head, "Instagram."
"So how'd you two meet?" Chip asked, genuinely curious now.
Alfie's face softened as he thought about it. "Proper random, actually. Commented on one of her posts about some trail up north. She replied and we just… started talking."
You watched as he became more animated, his hands gesturing wildly as he spoke about you. The nervousness had been replaced with pure excitement.
"The nature walk photo," Cal prompted, "that was your soft launch?"
Alfie nodded, his green eyes lighting up. "Yeah, but she soft launched it first. Posted one of my hands n shoes n shit. I had to retaliate."
"Retaliate?" Chip laughed. "Sounds like a romance mate, should we do a little two man step on the wedding?"
"Fuck off, mate," Alfie shot back, but there was no heat in it.
"Wow," Chip whistled, looking at the softlaunch on his page. "You two look good together. Even as shadows."
Alfie's blush returned full force. "Yeah, well, she's got good taste, what can I say?"
"So what's she like?" Cal pressed, putting his phone down.
You could see Alfie debating how much to share, his green eyes darting between his friends and the camera lens. "She's… funny and smart, like scary smart sometimes. And she's fit, like ridiculously fit."
"Ridiculously fit how?" Chip teased, wiggling his eyebrows.
Alfie laughed, his confidence returning. "Batty like the north star innit" Alfie then also does the action of eating tits.
The studio erupted in laughter and cheers as Alfie realized what he'd just admitted on camera.
"Fuck!" he exclaimed, covering his face with his hands. "I can't believe I just said that."
"You absolutely did!" Cal laughed, "The people need to know, AB! The people need to know!"
"Delete this, delete this whole episode," Alfie pleaded, but he was laughing too.
angry ginge x Reader
summary: every time ginge's Mrs has featured in a vid or stream
Masterlist
it was late at night, and you were sat in your and morgan's shared bedroom waiting for him to finish streaming, you were bored out of your mind wishing he could hurry up so you could order your tea
you could only think of one thing to cure your boredom, a doom scroll which you chose to do via TikTok, surprisingly the first video you saw when you opened the app mentioned you, it was a hefty video around 15 minutes long so you automatically put it into 2x speed
0:15
the first clip came after a small intro titled reader and her features, the clip was from the 'first to find angry ginge' video and started with jakey pulling out his phone and making a call with max khadar stood next to him
"pick up" jakey spoke into the ringing phone whilst moving his newly bought bucket hat onto his head
"hello, jakey?" you questioned looking at the younger man on the facetime call "you alright?"
"reader" jakey greeted smiling "we're filming at the moment and we've lost ginge, dont suppose you have his location" he tried pulling a serious face but a smirk was still evident
"you what" you looked into the phone confused "wait a minute, i'll call you back"
the video moved from jakey and max to ginge in the back of an uber ending a phone call with tays and AB to answer your call
"morgan?" you spoke as he answered the call
"hiya love" his appearance caught you off guard but it wasn't the most random thing you'd ever seen him wear, the blacked out sunglasses and camo hat wasn't the worst combo "i'm just filming at the moment" he moved the phone towards his go pro
"jakey rang me" you confessed watching a smirk form on his face
"what a cheat" he scoffed with a laugh "they're trying to find me for the video, what a fucking loser" he held the go pro up again "this is why no one likes you jakey, always ruining the video"
"stop being horrible" you scolded through the phone moving around the house
"can you please tell him i'm on the tram" the smirk on his face was so large it made you giggle
"will do, do you still want burgers for tea?" you asked looking in the fridge at your options
"yeah thanks love" he ended the phone call and stared directly into his camera "fuck you jakey davis"
the clip moved back to jakey "we've got a hint that ginge is on the tram"
~
1:12
the next clip was from the 'helping ginge find love' video, it was a clip from the first few minutes of the video where the boys thought it was funny to call you and ask your opinion on the video
"hello reader" tays spoke holding the phone in the middle of the other bov boys excluding morgan who sat in the other room watching through the camera "your on speaker right now"
"hiya mikey, what's up?" you asked whilst curling your hair in the mirror at home
"we're filming a video called helping ginge find love" beano's thick voice travelled through the phone
"you fucking what" your voice raised and you set your curling wand down next to you, all you heard in response was giggles from the rest of the boys "are you taking the piss?"
"it was his idea as well" jakeys spoke watching as ginge entered the room quickly
"stop fucking lying" morgan spoke walking over to the phone "reader love its just for content" he tried to soften the blow
"it better be" you hung up not wanting the hear anymore
the clip continued showing ginge chasing jakey around the room and quickly catching him and tackling him to the ground muttering a dickhead under his breath
~
2:03
the clip was from the 'lie detector' video where you made an in person appearance at the end after watching behind the scenes all day
"why did I agree to this" you mumbled as the man hooked you up to the detector
"you got something to be nervous about reader?" tays asked from the sofa behind you
"i just know your gonna get me to say something horrible" you confessed rubbing your hands on your jeans
you hadn't planned to be apart of the video, so they had no pre planned questions for you, so the boys were asking the questions themselves
"i'll start" jakey spoke from one side of the sofa "who's the most famous person in your dm's?" the boys responded with an ooh as your face heated up
"does morgan count?" the two of you had been together since you'd left school but he often still responded to your stories with some cheesy pick up line
the boys allowed your answer yet the man pulled a face
"what have I been saying the whole video" he spoke from behind the laptop and you knew your answer had been a lie
"the truth will set you free" they spoke from sofa in between giggles
"tell the truth reader" chazza spoke from the back of the sofa
"doesn't matter" ginge spoke "i'm the only one that fucking matters anyway" you nodded at his response moving on
morgan was next to ask you a question "who is your least favourite bov boy?"
"uh chazza" your answer was slow and surprising to the boys
"a strong pass" the man thumbs up your answer making morgan belt out a laugh
"reader what the fuck" chazza spoke "i thought we were good mates"
"we are, i don't dislike any of you" you spoke truthfully pulling an extremely apologetic face towards the blonde "can I change my answer" you asked looing at his face receiving another laugh from morgan
"reader" beano started after taking the longest time to think of a question "have you ever thought about cheating on ginge"
"no no no" you spoke quickly and honestly waiting for the guy to tell you if you were telling the truth
"true, well done" the man smiled and you let out a sigh of relief
"okay i'm done now" you laughed going to take off the wires attached to you "those were not nice questions"
"oi you still have two left" tays stood not yet asking his question but you had already de-wired yourself
"too late" you laughed as morgan hugged you and you moved out of frame
~
4:43
the next clip was from morgans 24 hour stream he did a few months ago, it was around 2AM whilst he was asleep, you remember that night you had been tossing and turning asleep in your bed without him, yet sleep wouldn't come to you
you found yourself moving to his streaming room your blanket wrapped around your shoulders and your slippers on your feet
"hi chat" you greeted as you entered frame "cant sleep" you mumbled crouching down to lay next to your boyfriend
"reader?" he questioned his eyes opening at the new noise
"missed you, i couldn't sleep" he laughed opening his arms to you the chat awing at the action
you crawled into his arms and pulled the duvet up over you, leaning into him and closing your eyes
~
5:23
the next clip was the 'secret Santa' video the boys had filmed, you laughed when you saw morgan dressed as Santa on your screen
"is this mine, is it?" morgan spoke with the Santa voice he was putting on, ripping apart the red Christmas wrapping paper
it was a box but the product name wasn't facing him until he turned it around, a laugh came from chazza next to him but he just held a serious expression
"this isn't really for me then is it?" he questioned showing the camera the box containing a vibrator
the rest of the boys burst out laughing and beano took it from his hands
"nah reader will love this, its pink and everything" he laughed examining the box "its a shared gift" he insinuated wiggling his eyebrows
"i guess she knew she was getting this" he recalled to earlier in the morning when you said you were excited to see what he got with a suspicious look on your face
unknowingly tays nodded from besides ginge with a smirk on his face making jakey laugh
~
6:32
the next short clip was from the bov house announcement vid where you made a small cameo
it started with morgan alone in bed his hand subconsciously moving to reach for you, not noticing your absence, the loud noise from beano's room made him quickly sit up before looking to your side to see you absent
"oh he's taking the fucking piss"
the video followed ginge to beano's room where you and him were having a dance party and drinking buzz balls
"its 3AM can you shut the fuck up?" he angrily spoke
"awh don't be like that" beano spoke followed by you trying to pass morgan a blue buzz ball
"no I've had enough" he moved to switch the flashing lights off "stop stealing my girlfriend and get out" he grabbed your hand as he walked out of the room
~
7:08
the midway clip of the video was from the 'stranded in the uk' vid when chazza and ginge were in the back of this mans car whilst he was giving them a lift
"can I borrow your phone to ring my Mrs mate?" morgan asked receiving a yes from the driver
"gonna get reader to pick us up?" chazza asked looking at the ginger man
"exactly, thank you mate"
"another bloke who's got your girlfriends number" chazza commented "everyone's got it" morgan let out a major laugh
"stop taking the piss" he turned serious "she's not gonna answer, gonna have to call her five times"
"hello" you answered sceptically not knowing who had called you multiple times
"hiya love" morgan greeted "you alright?" he didn't wait for you to answer "you know how we're filming a video, we're stranded and I've not got me phone, where are you at the minute?"
"i'm at your mums" you responded "what do you want?" you asked impatiently receiving a laugh from chazza "hi chaz"
"how far are you from akrinson train station" morgan asked not allowing chazza to respond in sake of time
"hang on" you exited WhatsApp moving to google maps "its nearly 2 hours from me"
"fuck off" he exclaimed loudly through the phone
"oi" you scolded "i'll hang up on you in a minute, 2 hours by train"
"what about by car?" morgan asked laughing at you
"35 minutes, if your gonna ask me to pick you up, im gonna need something in return" you negotiated looking at morgan's mum with a smirk
"bloody hell if you wanted a shag just ask" he joked wiggling his eyebrows at the camera, a smile present as he waited for your response
"ew no" you grimaced "i need a 45 minute foot massage tonight" you added "please"
"perfect can you set off now?" he asked shaking his head at the camera and mouthing 'absolutely not'
"yeah just give me a few, need to get some petrol" you spoke moving to put on your shoes
"reader" chazza quickly spoke before ginge hung up "will you get me some strawberry laces" he begged resulting in a dirty look from ginge
"are you taking the piss"
"yeah can do, bye love you morgan" you smiled making note to go inside the shop whilst there
"love you bye bye" he hung up handing the phone back to the man "just don't be calling my girl on the weekend"
~
9:21
the next clip was from later in the same video
"chaz" you rolled down the window passing him his strawberry laces before looking at ginge and passing him a redbull "your welcome"
"thanks love" he moved to kiss you through the car window having to lean down to the height of your fiat 500 "we've got a budget of £19 so we couldn't get a train ticket, so these barbers gave us a lift, we have about 40 minutes of travel time and one mode of transport left"
"right okay" you sipped on your diet coke from the drivers seat watching chazza eat his strawberry laces
"can you google how far the bov house is, or a train station and we can get a train somewhere" morgan asked and you moved to grab your phone
"and we have to go to KFC" chazza added making you laugh
"is that a challenge?" you asked looking at the camera as ginge shook his head
"you haven't got any spare cash on you?" he asked knowing you keep some in your car for emergencies
"I've got a tenner" you grabbed it from your glove box handing it to your boyfriend
"We take donations" they looked to the camera man for approval
"its gone up to an hour foot rub" you demanded from morgan making him pull a conflicted face before taking it from you in agreement
"we have to do another challenge, can you wait here for a bit?" you nodded
"ill find a parking space, the bov house is an hour away"
~
10:43
the clip resumed from when the two entered your car
"cant believe the millionaire has his girlfriend driving in this" chazza complained as morgan sat in the front and he and the camera man were squashed in the back
"do you want me to leave you here" you asked seriously turning around to face him
"would save you from her horrid driving to be fair" morgan told him receiving a dirt look from you
"excuse me you asked me for a lift" you reminded "and i went and bought your shit for you" you looked at the redbull in his hand "where am i going now?" you asked leaving the parking garage
"kfc please" chazza told you and ginge moved to type it into your car screen
~
11:07
"what do you recon jakeys doing right now?" chazza asked as he you and morgan sat in kfc, morgan's arm around the back of your chair as you waited for your order
"wanna know something weird about jakey" morgan started making you laugh as you remembered the days earlier events "he walked into the living room, no pants on first of all just boxers and a shirt, scarred reader for life"
"feel sorry for ellie" you leaned into morgan
"he goes outside 'what have you been doing' 'cutting my toenails'" you pulled a disgusted face
"what" chazza exclaimed with a laugh as you moved to the counter to receive your order
"you're not eating this in my car" you told them placing it down on the table "just cleaned it"
"couldn't tell" morgan seriously spoke "all your bloody hair clips everywhere" you just playfully hit his shoulder
~
12:01
the penultimate clip of the video was from the AB vlog where he came to the bov house
"rocket detected" AB said as you entered the frame of his camera "joking im not trying to be disrespectful" he held his hands up in jest as he caught a look from ginge and a laugh from you
"this is on" morgan said as you two sat in the sauna
"last one to pass out" AB spoke into the camera "love shit like this, do any of you use this"
"no" chazza and jakey responded
"we do" you answered sitting next to chazza at the back, resulting in a laugh from morgan and a blush to appear on his face making the rest of the boys groan
"erh, don't even want to know what goes on in there" Alfie was quick to move out of the sauna, chazza and jakey following quickly behind whilst you just giggled
~
13:11
the final clip was a long one, it was just you and morgan on his stream you were duetting one of his new favourite songs, 'iloveitiloveitiloveit' by bella kay
all lights in the room were off due to the late time of 2AM, the two of you were illuminated by the lights from his pc
you were both screaming the lyrics whilst dancing around his room, you had seen this club numerous times in edits, despite it only being filmed very recently
unfortunately your fun was cut short as tays entered the room
"can you two shut the fuck up" he slammed the door shut as he left only making you two giggle as the song continued playing in the background
~
after the video ended you reposted it and looked at the comments
user1: genuinely love their relationship
user2: how's he done that then
user3: am i the only one who finds them cringe
-> user4: yes
you smile reached ear to ear when Morgan entered the room
"what you smiling at" he asked moving to his draws to pull out some pajamas for the both of you
"i just love you" you stood up and went to kiss him
alfie buttle fucking you from behind, your face pressed against his forearm and bicep in a deliciously sweaty headlock. You feel his weight and sweaty chest pressed against your back, feeling all hot and lost in pleasure. Your teeth would bite deep marks into his bicep to hold in your moans—feeling shy after he praised how pretty you sounded for him, he’d let out a desperate mix of a moan and whimper at the pleasurable pain in your ear.
panting and whining in your ear, telling you how good you feel and begging for more as if he didn't have you in a position where he controlled everything and could take what he wanted. He could overpower you in every single way, but no, you had him falling to his knees with just a look. Alfie truly was putty in your hands.
his eyes would roll back as he felt you clenching around him, the way your nails dig into his biceps, feeling a mixture of your drool and tears of pleasure soaking his bicep and the pillow, how his name sounded coming from your lips. the sounds of skin slapping, the bed creaking, and the beautiful euphonious melody of your shared sounds of pleasure filled the bedroom of the grotto.
the feeling of you cumming around him brought him right to the edge, while the feeling of you pushing back against him, using him to fuck yourself through your orgasm, made him cum deep inside you with a choked-out moan. sniffling and placing wet kisses along your shoulders as he tried to calm down from the intense and passionate lovemaking, both of you sensitive and twitching with each little aftershock…whispering shared and desperate ‘I love yous.’
┊࿐ ❛❛ continue on to my…. 𝙢𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩 and 𝙬𝙞𝙥𝙨 ❜❜
Ი𐑼 cross posted from my other account ! all I need in life is to be put in a sweaty headlock by alfie oh I’m begging on my knees 👅 short but spicy !! reblogs and comments are appreciated , pls share ur thoughts 💭
pairing: harry lewis x reader
synopsis: a chaotic night at sidemen hijingo takes a blurry turn when you lose all focus on the game and completely abandon your team to find cozy, clingy comfort on your boyfriend's lap.
word count: 3.8k
tags/warnings :alcohol consumption, clingy reader, established relationship, fluff
“Welcome to Sidemen Hijingo!”
The room erupted into cheers and applause as Simon’s voice echoed through the venue.
Purple and pink neon lights washed over the venue, reflecting off glasses scattered across each table. Conversations overlapped from every direction as everyone started getting comfortable in their seats, already laughing amongst their teammates before the game had even begun.
You were teamed up with Tobi, Becky, and Pie, seated right in between them with your first bingo card and drinks splayed across the table.
“I just know that today is going to end badly for me.” You said turning to Tobi.
“For as long as you follow the rules and don’t say Hijingo, don’t worry I got you.”
“Of course you do, ya big softie.”
Across the room, you caught sight of your boyfriend Harry, with his own team staring at you.
The second he noticed you looking back at him, he grinned and sent you a thumbs up.
You rolled your eyes, and turned back to Simon as he continued to list the rules, asked for team names and started the first round.
Immediately, everyone’s attention snapped towards the front to see the first number call out.
“Number Twenty-seven”
Chaos had well and truly commenced.
Round after round, drink after drink, mystery challenge after mystery challenge, nobody seemed capable of staying quiet for longer than five minutes.
Every few moments, another table would erupt into cheers or groans, followed almost immediately by someone insisting the game was rigged in their favour or against it.
Your team, somehow, was doing well.
Mostly because Tobi seemed to have developed an unnatural ability to spot numbers before they even properly registered on the screen.
The moment one appeared, he was already leaning forward.
“We’ve got that.”
“Tobi, this is getting ridiculous,” Becky laughed as she marked another square.
“I’m just efficient.”
“Of course, it’s literally thee TobJZL,” Pie added, though he was smiling into his drink.
Tobi sat back like he’d just been crowned champion of something far more important than bingo.
Across the room, another team erupted into cheers, followed instantly by loud, dramatic protests from somewhere else. The entire venue never really settled; it just shifted between different bursts of noise...
You found yourself smiling at it all without really thinking, resting your chin in your hand.
The drinks didn’t help.
Not in a way that made anything unclear or blurry.
Just in a way that made everything feel slightly softer at the edges. Easier to drift through. The loud voices around you started to blend into a warm, comfortable background track.
You took another slow sip of your drink, feeling the cool liquid hit your throat, and leaned back slightly in your chair.
Across the room, Harry’s table was in its usual state of controlled chaos.
George and Bach were deep in yet another argument about whether the system was “emotionally biased,” while Arthur looked like he had accepted that logic was no longer required for participation.
Harry was laughing through all of it.
He wasn't trying to steer the conversation. He wasn't really contributing to the argument.
He was just enjoying it—properly enjoying it—throwing his head back like the whole thing was the absolute best part of being there.
It made you smile before you even realised you were doing it, your gaze lingering on the way his eyes crinkled.
“Got it.”
Becky’s voice pulled you back as the sharp clack of the marker hit the table.
You blinked, shaking yourself out of the daze, and glanced down. “Already?”
“You were looking elsewhere,” she said simply, her eyes tracking the screen as she spoke, a knowing smirk playing on her lips.
“I was multitasking.”
“Sure you were.”
Tobi didn’t even look up from the card, his finger tracing the grid. “We’re two numbers away.”
That pulled your attention back in properly. The competitive spark finally nudged its way through the alcohol.
For a while, you actually tried.
You followed the screen. The calls. The reactions around the table.
You leaned forward when everyone else did.
You marked things when Becky told you to.
It almost worked.
Almost.
But the room was too loud, too vibrant, to fully settle into. There were too many things happening at once, pulling at your senses.
A sudden shout from another table pulled your attention sideways.
A loud cheer from somewhere else followed it a second later.
Then laughter — Harry’s distinct, wheezing laugh echoing over the music. His table was briefly visible between people moving around the venue, a pocket of bright energy in the crowded room.
You didn’t turn fully this time.
Just caught it in passing.
Enough to register the sound.
Not enough to completely lose track of everything else on your own table.
Still, Becky noticed the half-second delay.
She didn’t comment immediately.
She just slid the pen back across the table, her fingers tapping a quiet rhythm against the wood, and continued watching the screen.
A few beats later, she glanced side-long at you again.
Not annoyed.
Just… noting it.
Like she’d quietly started keeping count of something else entirely.
Tobi marked another number off the card with a flourish.
“We’re actually flying through this,” he said, leaning back slightly in his chair like he was inspecting his own masterpiece.
You laughed quietly, the sound muffled by the ambient noise of the room, your eyes still half-focused on the board.
For a moment, it almost felt like you were fully back in it.
Almost.
“Got it,” Becky said again, already reaching for the marker before Tobi even had a chance to react.
You blinked, looking between the card and her. “Wait—how are you both seeing these so fast?”
“We’re paying attention,” Tobi said, throwing a playful look your way.
“I am paying attention.”
Becky gave you a look, her eyebrows raised, without actually looking away from the screen.
“That’s not what I’m seeing.”
You frowned, shifting in your seat. “What does that mean?”
“It means,” Tobi added lightly, his tone teasing, “you’ve got a delay.”
“I don’t have a delay.”
“You do,” Becky said simply.
“I don’t.”
A beat.
The neon lights pulsed overhead, casting long shadows across the table. Becky finally turned her head slightly toward you, letting her marker rest.
“You do a thing.”
“I don’t do a thing.”
“You do,” Tobi nodded, chiming in seamlessly. “It’s consistent.”
You narrowed your eyes at them, trying to look serious. “What thing?”
Becky didn’t answer straight away.
Instead, another number boomed through the speakers, and both of them reacted instantly, their eyes darting to the card.
You were a fraction slower.
Not enough to lose the point entirely.
Just enough for Becky to notice the hesitation again.
“There,” she said, marking it with a definitive click.
“I was literally right behind you.”
“Emotionally behind us too,” Tobi added with a grin.
You let out a laugh, shaking your head. “That’s not a thing.”
“It is now,” Becky said.
You shook your head again, but you were smiling, the warmth of the room catching up to you.
Across the room, another massive burst of noise went up from the far tables.
Your head instinctively turned—
You caught yourself halfway.
Stopped.
Looked straight back at the card like you had just narrowly avoided a crime, staring hard at the little printed squares.
Too late.
Becky had already seen the movement out of the corner of her eye.
Tobi had too.
There was a long, deliberate pause at the table.
Then Tobi leaned back in his chair slightly, a mischievous glint in his eye.
“I think we should start charging her for every time she looks over there.”
You gasped, your jaw dropping slightly. “Excuse me?”
Becky hummed in agreement, tapping her chin. “We could increase team funding. Buy another round.”
“I am right here,” you protested, looking between the two of them.
“You are,” Tobi agreed, his smile widening. “Just… intermittently.”
“I am fully present.”
Becky finally turned to look at you properly now, leaning her elbow on the table and resting her chin in her hand.
“Are you though?”
“Yes.”
A beat.
Another number was called out by the announcer.
You didn’t look this time. You kept your eyes glued to the center of the table.
You were proud of that.
Genuinely.
Until Tobi spoke again, his voice dropping to a casual, conversational whisper.
“Harry’s laughing again.”
Immediately, your head turned.
Instantly.
Without permission from your brain.
There was a sudden, heavy silence at your table.
You froze, your eyes locking onto Harry's table for a split second before you realized what you'd done.
Slowly, you turned your head back around.
Becky was already smiling, holding back a laugh.
Tobi was biting his lip, trying desperately not to break.
You stared at them, your cheeks warming up under the pink lights.
“…That doesn’t count.”
Becky tilted her head, her smile spreading. “It absolutely counts.”
“It was informational,” Tobi added helpfully.
“I hate both of you.”
Becky reached for her drink, finally letting the full smile show now as she lifted the glass to her lips.
“We’re just saying,” she said lightly, the ice clinking softly against the glass, “you’ve got very fast reaction times…”
Another number flashed up on the big screens.
Becky marked it instantly, her hand moving without hesitation. Tobi followed a second later with a nod, checking it off his own mental tracker.
You leaned forward slightly, resting your hands on the sticky wood of the table, already trying to refocus your attention when the loud announcement suddenly cut through the room.
“Right — mystery challenge!”
The entire venue shifted at once, a collective wave of movement and chatter rising as the neon lights began to pulse a deeper shade of purple.
Becky turned to you immediately. Her expression changed, turning less focused on the card and more on you as a slow grin spread across her face.
“Ooo, go on then.”
You blinked, pointing a finger at your own chest. “Me?”
“Yes,” she said simply, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
Tobi nodded from across the table, leaning back in his chair. “You should go.”
“I should?”
“Yeah,” Becky said, already smiling. “You’ll be good at it.”
You hesitated, looking at the marker still in your hand. “Based on what exactly?”
“Vibes,” Tobi replied.
“That’s not a qualification.”
“It is here,” Becky said, shifting in her seat and standing slightly now to give you room.
Across the table, Pie gave a lazy thumbs up, his eyes crinkling as he took a sip of his drink. “Go on. Represent us.”
You looked between all of them, completely outnumbered. “You’re all just sending me up there?”
Becky laughed softly, the sound almost lost to the bass of the room. “We’re not sending you. We’re encouraging you.”
“That is the same thing.”
“No it isn’t,” Tobi said.
“It is emotionally,” you muttered.
Becky leaned in slightly, lowering her voice like she was letting you in on a secret over the roar of the crowd. “Honestly, it’s perfect timing. You’ve been way too locked in on the wrong things anyway.”
“I have not.”
“You have,” she said gently, her eyes darting briefly toward the other side of the room before she smiled back at you. “Go. Have fun with it.”
Tobi pointed a finger toward the front of the venue where a small crowd of people was already starting to line up by the stage. “Plus it’ll be chaos. You’ll like it.”
You hesitated for a second longer, the pink neon light catching the edge of your glass. Then the noise of the room rose again — laughter, movement, chairs shifting against the floorboards, people calling out to each other as they got up. And somehow, that decided it.
“…Fine.”
Becky immediately lit up. “Yes.”
Tobi nodded approvingly, crossing his arms. “Good choice.”
Pie clapped once, a short, sharp sound. “Proud of you.”
You stood up, still half-protesting under your breath, but already being gently waved forward by the encouraging hands of your own table.
“I hate you all.”
But you were already walking forward, joining the rest of the selected players weaving through the crowded gaps between the tables. And as you moved through the shifting crowd toward the front—
Your attention flickered, just for a second, across the room.
Harry was already right there among the rest of the group on stage — just another person caught up in the same chaos, like this was completely normal.
And somehow, that made it easier.
“Hi,” you said, almost under your breath as you stepped closer.
Harry turned immediately. A grin appeared on his face the second he saw you, looking like nothing about this was unusual at all. “Hello.”
You didn’t even think about it before closing the small gap between you. The hug was quick — natural, easy. One arm each, a brief squeeze, like it was just something that happened without needing permission.
“Well look who decided to participate,” he said as you pulled back slightly, his hand lingering for a fraction of a second.
“I didn’t choose to,” you replied immediately.
“Sure.”
“I didn’t.”
“I believe you,” he said, not sounding like he did at all.
You shook your head, smiling despite yourself. Around you, the rest of the group was shifting into place, laughing, talking, settling into that familiar pre-challenge chaos. Before either of you could add anything else, Simon’s voice cut through the room.
“Right — listen up everyone!”
Neither of you fully let go straight away. You stayed in that half-second of contact, still half-facing each other, while the room slowly shifted into attention around you. Simon continued explaining the rules, gesturing as he spoke about a rock paper scissors tournament. Fast rounds. Immediate elimination. Simple enough that everyone was already nodding along.
Still half in the hug, Harry glanced toward the front. “This is going to be chaos.”
“It always is,” you said.
A small laugh left him. Only then did the two of you properly separate — not abruptly, just naturally as attention tightened across the stage.
You barely had time to settle before Simon was already speaking again. “Right — everyone pick someone. Rock paper scissors. Winners move on.”
The stage erupted instantly. Fast rounds, loud reactions, and people dropping out almost as quickly as they stepped forward. It stopped feeling like separate matches after a while, narrowing down exactly how everyone expected it to until it was obvious, even before Simon said it over the microphone.
“Right,” Simon sighed, looking between the two of you. “Of course it’s you two.”
The room erupted immediately. You let out a small laugh, turning slightly to find Harry already looking at you, still smiling.
“Yeah, that makes sense,” he said.
You rolled your eyes. “Unfortunately.”
Simon raised a hand, and the noise dipped just slightly — enough for the moment to land. You stepped forward, Harry did too, and the rest of the stage blurred into background noise. Just the two of you now.
"Rock. Paper. Scissors."
Instant. You played. A beat.
Then—"I win!"
The room exploded. Harry immediately laughed, shaking his head as he stepped back. "Course you do," he said, the defeat fading into a proud, effortless smile as he looked at you.
You blinked, staring down at your own hand like the reality hadn't fully caught up yet. "...I actually won that."
"Yeah," he nodded, stepping closer to nudge your shoulder playfully. "You did."
Simon pointed a finger toward you through the roaring noise, his voice booming over the microphone. "Right—your team gets to pick a number!"
You caught Becky’s frantic signaling from across the room and called out, "Number Fifty-eight!"
The venue reacted immediately with a massive wave of cheers, groans, and shouts of disbelief. And then—
"HIJINGO!"
Your table erupted into absolute madness. Becky's voice sliced clean through the ambient noise even from a distance, screaming, "I KNEW SHE'D GET IT!" while Tobi threw his hands up, laughing hysterically at the sheer luck of it all.
On stage, Harry looked down at you, his eyes crinkling. "Not bad."
You gave him a small, satisfied look, soaking in the high. "Obviously."
Before heading back down, Harry gave your arm a quick, affectionate squeeze—a private beat of warmth amidst the loud chaos—before you both parted ways to return to your respective sides. You practically floated back to your table, met with high-fives from Pie and triumphant cheering from Becky and Tobi. For a couple of rounds, the adrenaline kept you completely locked into the cards, matching Tobi's hyper-focus number for number.
But the peak of the excitement eventually began to cool.
As the next few rounds ticked by, the game slowly settled back into its usual, rhythmic chaos. Numbers continued to be called, teams celebrated, and George—predictably—resumed his ongoing, passionate argument that the entire venue had a personal vendetta against him.
And that was when your attention, warm and slightly fuzzy from the drinks, began to drift across the room again.
Somewhere along the way, you completely stopped making a conscious effort to stay at your own table.
At first, Becky had been strict about it. She had marched over, physically guided you back by the shoulders, and reminded you that they still had a game to win. You had sat down, taken an obedient sip of your drink, and stared hard at the card. But the alcohol was making the room feel too warm, and Harry's table had a gravitational pull you couldn't fight. Less than ten minutes later, you had drifted right back.
This time, Becky didn't follow. Across the room, you caught her catching Tobi’s eye, pointing a finger at your empty chair, and dramatically dropping her head into her hands. They had officially given up on you.
Completely liberated, you stepped up right behind Harry’s chair, letting one hand settle absent-mindedly onto his shoulder.
Harry didn’t even look up, completely unfazed by your sudden reappearance. Arthur was in the middle of a sentence, George was still complaining, and the game roared on around you, but Harry’s hand instantly lifted from the table. Without a word, his fingers slipped between yours, locking your hands together like muscle memory.
To be fair, the boys had seen this happen countless times. Whenever the group went out drinking, there always came a point in the night where you became significantly more attached to Harry’s side than your own.
You stood there for a few minutes, contentedly swaying to the music, before gently nudging his shoulder. "Harry."
He finally looked up, his thumb brushing over the back of your hand. "Hm?"
You looked at him, then eyed the crowded, occupied chairs around the table, and then looked back down at him with a sleepy pout. "Can I sit here?"
A soft smile immediately tugged at his lips. "Yeah, sure baby."
Harry gave your hand a small tug, guiding you down until you settled comfortably onto his lap. His free arm wrapped naturally around your waist, your legs sideways across his lap.
"Comfortable?" he murmured against your hair.
You hummed happily, resting your head on his chest. "Very."
"Good."
And that was that. Across the venue, Becky slowly lowered her glass, watching you completely dissolve into George's latest dramatic story. She nudged Tobi, pointing with her chin, before gesturing to Pie—who was currently engaged in a very passionate conversation that seemed to be making perfect sense to him and absolutely nobody else.
"Yeah," Tobi laughed, taking a sip of his own drink as Pie joined in on a random cheer across the room. "She's gone, and he's completely tuned out. We're the only two left."
Across the room, the game had officially become background noise—at least for you. George was already in the middle of another joke, fully committed to a bit that seemed to get more ridiculous every time he opened his mouth. Arthur was laughing, Bach was laughing, and unfortunately, so were you.
“You cannot seriously think that’s true,” Arthur said through a laugh.
“It is true.”
“It’s literally not.”
“It absolutely is.”
George looked around the table like he was expecting support. Your hand immediately shot up. “I agree with George.”
“Thank you,” George said instantly.
Harry looked up briefly. “You don’t even know what he’s talking about.”
“Don’t need to.”
“That’s concerning.”
You pointed at George. “He’s got conviction.”
“Exactly!” George said.
Arthur laughed harder. Harry just shook his head before looking back down at the card in front of him.
One hand resting on the table. The other still loosely wrapped around your waist. Not because he was paying particular attention to it. Just because at some point you’d ended up there and neither of you had thought to move.
“You are encouraging him,” Harry informed you.
“I think he’s funny.”
“He already knows that.”
“Good.”
George looked delighted. Harry looked significantly less delighted. You grinned before settling further against his chest.
For a moment, Harry glanced down at you. Then at the nearly forgotten card in front of him. Then back at you.
“You’re supposed to be helping your own team, you know.”
You tilted your head. “My team seems fine.”
Harry snorted. “Right.”
And despite the fact that George was still talking, Arthur was still laughing, and numbers were still being called somewhere in the background—
Neither of you moved.
A few moments later, another drink appeared on the table.
Your eyes immediately lit up.
Harry noticed.
Unfortunately.
The second your hand reached for it, his got there first. His fingers closed around the glass before you could even touch it.
"Harry."
"No."
You stared at him. "You don't even know what I was going to say."
"I do."
"You don't."
"I absolutely do."
You frowned. He looked entirely unconvinced.
Without another word, he slid the drink slightly further away, out of your reach, before reaching for the glass of water beside him. The one that had been sitting there mostly untouched for the last hour.
"Drink."
You looked down at it. Then back at him. Then back at the water.
"You're no fun."
"Drink."
Arthur laughed. George pointed at Harry immediately. "He's doing that thing."
"What thing?" you asked.
"The protective boyfriend thing."
"I am not," Harry said.
"You are."
"I'm literally not."
Bach was already laughing. Meanwhile, Harry simply continued holding the glass of water out towards you. Waiting. Patiently. Like he already knew how this was ending.
With a dramatic sigh, you finally took it from his hand.
"There we go."
You narrowed your eyes, taking a slow sip. Harry looked entirely too pleased with himself.
Satisfied, he returned his attention back to the card in front of him. One hand resting on the table. The other found its way back around your waist without a second thought.
The game carried on around you. Numbers continued being called. Teams continued celebrating and complaining in equal measure.
And somewhere between the drinks, the laughter, and the constant chaos of the room, the rest of the evening seemed to settle into something comfortable.
