Sidemen Preferences & One-Shots [Discontinued]

Don't Make Fun of My Misery - Vik

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So, it had come to this: Vik stuck at the bottom of six bodies in an unplanned yet massive dog pile. How? You don't know.

"(y/n)," Vik gasped out, "help me!" He tried to reach a hand out to your ankles as you walked past, but his attempts ended in vain, as he couldn't reach. You simple chuckled as you continued your original path to the kitchen to get a drink.

Coming back through, you saw that the pile of bodies was still there, but the order had changed. Instead of it being a random order, it had been the youngest, Harry, that had chosen the order that they would lie on their unfortunate victim. Height order.

When you reached the pile, once again the unfortunate man on the bottom tried to reach for help and failed. Instead of missing out on all the fun, you decided to simply sit on Simon's back, as he had been placed at the top. As you perched atop the pile, you sipped your water and as the ones at the top realised what had happened, laughter travelled to the bottom, where you could hear the chimes of Ethan's laughter ripple through the air.

Vik had lifted his head, the only body part he was currently able to move, and as he saw you sat on the pile he let out a loud yet exhausted "WHY?"

"I thought you were my friend-" Vik managed to free his right arm and started to smack (albeit lightly) the pile- "I thought you would help me!"

"Nope!" You giggled, popping the p. You then got up from the comfy seat and placed your drink down on the counter back in the kitchen. You returned to the situation at hand and decided to help, but in a different way.

Taking a 15 step sprint, you launched yourself at the pile and landed right on top, making them all groan in pain but Vik's being the loudest. You then curled your fingers around Simon's shoulders and ripped him off of the pile, the both of you being surprised at your strength. Being the responsible person he is, Simon decided to help you in your attempts to unearth the poor boy being crushed on the floor.

When you finally got down to the last person, that being Ethan, all of the people standing decided to lift him off by his hands and legs, kind of like the lid to a coffin. Once said person had been lifted away, Vik drew in a deep and well-needed breath of air, like it was the last breath he was ever going to breath.

After the giggles had faded away, the six criminals had drifted off to their respective parts of the house to continue what they were doing before the whole problem had ensued.

"Thanks," You pulled Vik up so he was standing, "I thought I would never get out of that." He finished with a sheepish grin, one of his hands reaching up to scratch the back of his neck.

"Seriously, it was like all the air was bei-"

"It's fine" You cut him off with a hug, snuggling into his warmth, "I kind of felt sorry for you, so I felt like I had to help." His arms slowly came down to wrap around your back, and he took a moment to appreciate the hug.

"Just- next time, don't make fun of my misery, okay?" He asks.

"Alright, I'll remember that." You replied with a smile.