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Hickeys - A Joe Sugg Imagine

This is for @Theheiressofargabah. I’m so sorry it’s taken so long! Please keep sending in some requests as I have a free day tomorrow to do them! Thanks for all the new followers!

“Ah fuck” you say looking into the mirror. You flashback to last night’s events where you and Joe went out for dinner with Zoe and Alfie and things got extremely frisky when you both got home. Even in the taxi Joe was sucking your neck and kissing you the entire way home when Zalfie weren’t watching you. Now as you look in the mirror you see giant red hickeys all over your neck and chest. Today was not the day to be having hickeys as you were going to be meeting Joe’s dad for the first time with Zoe and Joe. You were staying at Zalfie’s and planned to leaving in an hour or so. You scramble for your makeup and try to cover them up with a lot of concealer as your hair wasn’t long enough to cover them up. Luckily you were wearing a shirt that you could button up to the top to cover the ones on your chest. Whilst you were trying to conceal your neck, Zoe accidentally walks in on you. “Ah! Sorry y/n! I didn’t realise you were in here!” “Oh it’s ok Zoe, I’m just doing my makeup that’s all…” you reply. “Oh ok! Are you looking forward to - wait… what’s on your neck y/n?” Zoe asks curiously. “What? I don’t know what you’re talking about Zo” you say tilting your neck so the hickeys would be hidden. “Oh my god y/n! Really? Hickeys?” She says laughing. “Shut up Zo please! I need you to help me hide them!” You impatiently say. “Come into my room, I’ll help you out! She replies chuckling. You go into Zoe’s room and she grabs her best concealer and starts to cover the hickeys up as you gossip about the previous night. As this happens Joe walks in asking where you’ve been and what you’re doing. “Well Joe, I’ve had to cover up some pretty bad hickeys you have your girlfriend last night. Care to explain?” Zoe says as she tries to hide her smirk. “I, er, well…” Joe says as his face gets redder and redder. “Joe, it’s fine! You’re a grown man I know you have sex! I’ve managed to cover them up, just try and not give y/n anymore hickeys on show next time eh?” Zoe says giggling. “Ok! Shut up! I’m so not talking about sex with my sister” he says blushing. “Thanks Zoe. It would have been awful if I couldn’t cover them up before I met your dad!” You say to them, laughing nervously. “Hey, it’ll be fine and to be honest I think my dad wouldn’t even care if he saw them, he’d make fun of me instead! I love you y/n” Joe says sweetly whilst looking into your eyes. “Awwwww!” Zoe says. “Come on guys! Lets go to Wiltshire!”

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Buses || Joe Sugg

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Word Count: 1.1k+

A/N: i cant believe i haven’t posted an imagine in so long, but i honestly lost any type of inspiration to write at all, but i’m slowly getting my flow back, and managed to write this request that i’ve so badly wanted to write since the anon sent it. i hope you enjoy, and i promise i’ll try to ever be away for this long again xo

There were a lot of things Joe loved about London, but having to take the bus because the tubes were on strike, was not one of them. And he wouldn't have even bothered if it wasn't for the fact that Zoe had threatened that if he didn't turn up at this Sugg Life meeting that she was already waiting for him at, she'd hack into his Twitter account and post hundreds of embarrassing photographs of him that the internet had never seen before.

He wasn't willing to take the risk.

And so he dragged himself out of the comfort of his bed, threw on some clothes that were less than appropriate for a meeting, but he seriously didn't feel like himself, and the idea of having to get onto a packed bus in the high of the London heat, really hadn't done anything to brighten his spirit.

With a frown on his face, and a constant thumping in the temples of his forehead, he makes his way to the nearest bus stop, head down and scrolling through emails, trying to take his mind off of the constant heavy weight on his shoulders and the pressure gradually building in the bridge of his nose.

He was getting sick, maybe even already was, that much was certain, but his week was full of meetings and book signings, so he had absolutely no time to be sick.

Surprisingly, there were only a few people sat beneath the plastic shelter, but glancing down at his watch and noticing that he was twenty minutes early for the next bus, he knew that by the time it arrived there'd be a whole crowd of people standing around the graffitied plastic shelter.

He hesitates for a moment, before taking a seat on the long bench beside a girl who's hood was pulled up over her head, focusing his attention on his phone and trying to keep his awkwardness at bay.

He tries not to pay attention when the girl beside him sighs and shuffles uncomfortably, but when she reaches up to pull her hood down and run a hand through her oddly colored hair, he couldn't help but turn his head to look at her properly and not just out of the corner of his eye.

She had a frown playing at the corners of her lips as she stared down at her phone, blue hair hanging over her face and a selection of rings adorning her fingers. She groans under her breath, just loud enough for him to hear, before her head snaps up in his direction and her eyes widen a fraction in surprise when she sees him already looking at her, not having expected his eyes to be on her.

Red patches begin to appear on her lightly freckled cheeks, reminding him of constellations, before she shoved her phone into her hoodie pocket and reached up to tuck her hair behind her ears.

She looked like a personified Lana Del Rey song, and Joe couldn't help but allow his stare to linger, awed by her.

He smiles sheepishly. "Sorry for staring, you just looked-" he trails off, looking for the right word. "Frustrated."

She chuckles softly, shaking her head. "No, don't worry about it. And yeah, frustrated is an understatement."

He nods in understanding. "I get it, we all have those days where it just seems like nothing is going our way."

"Exactly." A smile adorns her cherry red painted lips, and her gaze lingers on him for a moment as his phone buzzes in his hand, and he looks down at the notification with a tired sigh. She purses her lips, hesitating for a moment, half afraid that he'd think she was being nosey, before asking. "Everything okay?"

"Just my sister, on my ass about getting to this meeting or else." He says, glancing over at the blue haired beauty and laughing slightly. "But it's okay, I have just as much blackmail material as she does; maybe even more. She just doesn't know that yet."

"She sounds like a handful."

"She is." Joe laughs, and the girl couldn't help but join in, his laughter too contagious not too. As their laughter died down, Joe nods down at the mobile in her hand. "Did that thing have a part in frustrating you too?"

She nods, an exasperated exhale falling from between her perfectly painted lips. "My Spotify won't load, and my boss keeps pestering me about being late for work. It's like he doesn't understand that when the Tubes go on strike, not all of us have a car as a backup plan."

Joe hisses through his teeth. "Sounds like a prick."

A smile breaks out on her lips, and she laughs. "Couldn't have put it better myself, honestly."

They share a small grin before they both mutually return to staring at their phone screens, Joe typing out a sarcastic response to Zoe, before he looked up at the blue haired girl, suddenly feeling rude for having a full on conversation with her (and having called her boss a prick), before having any idea what her name was.

As if reading his mind, she looks up from her phone, an amused smirk on her lips. "I'm (Y/N), by the way."

His eyes widen a fraction, before he notices the smirk on her face, and can't help but roll his eyes at his obviousness, and laughs. "Right, well, thank you for brightening up my seven am Central London bus stop experience. I'm Joe."

She nods slowly as the bus finally pulls up within the thick yellow lines painted on the road, standing up and smiling at him cheekily. "I know." She walks over to the door of the bus as it's double doors fold open, only glancing back at him once, a playful grin on her lips. He was still stood in his place, eyebrows drawn together in the middle of his forehead at her words. "I'll see you at the meeting, I'm thinking of a pink Sugg Life phone case next?"

He stares in shock as she walks onto the bus, a small chuckle of disbelief falling from between his lips as he stares at the spot she's been stood just previously. He steps onto the bus, paying for his ticket with the correct change, before walking down to the back of the bus and sliding into the seat beside the blue haired girl, pursing his lips as he glanced over at her. "Pink Sugg Life phone cases sound interesting. Tell me more?"

"Wait for the meeting, Mr. Sugg." She shakes her head, mockingly sighing. "Gosh, I always knew you Sugg's were impatient."

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The scars left by bullies

Prompt - Could you do one where Joe has a really bad nightmare about a time when he got bullied really badly in school and punched? All of his friends are there including Zoe and Alfie and Joe gets really embarrassed and ends up telling his story to everyone x love you writing xx

Prompt - Please can you do a story where Joe Sugg got bullied in school and he tells all the other YouTubers about it please? Xxx love your writing

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Who said that once you’re past your teens you cannot be excited for a sleepover? Well, Joe Sugg was super excited for the sleepover that his sister was hosting. After the pandemic’s bout subsided a little bit, it would be the first time that all their friends would get together. They quarantined for a while, making sure that they were all safe to spend some time together. Joe was looking forward to meeting his friends, having a night in and just forget all the stress that had been accumulating in the past few days.

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It was supposed to be a good day and so was it. Joe absolutely loved being able to hug his sister again. The video calls didn’t quite make up for the absence.

“I missed you” Joe breathed in Zoe’s shoulder.

“I missed you too, little brother” Zoe smiled, rubbing his brother’s back.

Joe gave his sister a smile back, moving on to hug Alfie and chase Nala as they waited for their friends to join them.

Soon, Caspar, Jack, Conor, Oli and Louise joined them.

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If the day went well then so couldn’t be said about the night. The first hurdle was to pick movie. All the boys got into a serious discussion before Louise put on her mum voice and ordered them to just choose one movie and watch it quietly.

Unfortunately for Joe, they chose a movie that pictured a little boy growing up facing his bullies, getting beaten up and needing his big brother to save him. The movie, itself, was cause for another discussion.

“He should have just punched the bully back” Oli huffed.

“It isn’t like that” Jack tried to say.

“Seriously, he should have stood up for himself” Caspar added.

“He did try… Bullies don’t like when you stand up for yourself” Conor said.

“Maybe he should have spoken to his brother earlier” Alfie suggested.

“Oh come on, tell me Louise, what would you have done” Oli asked.

“I don’t know but I definitely will teach my daughters to stand up for themselves and come tell me whenever they have to face such situation” Louise said.

None of them noticed how Joe had gone quiet as Zoe squeezed his hand.

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The night had yet to go worse. Joe remained quiet the entire night. He barely could look up from where he remained slouched in Zoe’s side as they played board games. He somehow fell asleep on the couch and barely knew when his little nap turned into a nightmare.

It was the same nightmare that used to bother him in his teens. He was facing his school bully again and the boy was pushing him around. Right when his bully punched him in his sleep, Joe woke up screaming.

“Hey… Hey… Where’s the fire?” Caspar chuckled when he heard Joe screaming.

But Joe didn’t even hear him. He was lost in the panic of his nightmare.

“Joe?” Alfie called out.

Looking at Joe’s wide eyes, Alfie sighed softly, turning to Zoe.

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For Zoe, this wasn’t something new. She sighed sadly as she approached her little brother and crouched down in front of him.

“Hey… Take a deep breath, kiddo. You’re fine…” Zoe soothingly said.

“Zo?” Joe called out.

“Yeah, I’m right here kiddo…” Zoe reassured the boy.

“It was him, Zoe… It was Mike. He punched me because I told you that he bullies me” Joe told his big sister about his nightmare.

“Oh my God. Joe had bullies too?” Oli gasped.

And that’s when Joe realized that his friends were right there and had heard everything about his nightmare.

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Joe’s first instinct was to run away but Zoe was right there, squeezing his hand and grounding him.

“Yeah, Joe had bullies too and he battled against them” Zoe said, nodding at Joe.

“Mike… Same age… Would often pick at me because I was skinny… Easy to hurt… I tried telling people about him hurting me but he said he’d hurt Zoe if I didn’t let him hit me… So I stayed quiet until Zoe noticed and she fought for me…” Joe said.

“Yeah and who punched Mike when Mike wanted to hurt me? You did… You were the one who tackled your bully” Zoe added.

“You were so brave” Louise said, “I can’t imagine facing all that…”

“See, I told you! Bullies aren’t easy to deal with” Jack said.

“You faced them too?” Zoe asked.

“Had help to face them” Jack said, smiling at Conor.

Zoe and Conor shared a knowing look, smiling.

Oli squeezed Joe’s shoulder, offering a silent apology to the boy who was quick to forgive Oli as he smiled at Alfie who patted his and Zoe’s back.

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Facing your bullies isn’t easy at all. Sometimes, it leaves you with scars so hard to erase that they turn into nightmares. Joe had help from his sister and years later, he knows that he can still count on his sister in hard times. As far as other people were concerned, Joe knew that not everyone will understand his struggle with his bullies but no matter what, he was proud of his journey in tackling bullies because at the end, he learned a lot. He learned to stand up for himself and that was something he was never going to forget.

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Hope you all like it.

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Prank Gone Wrong [Joe Sugg]

Requested: By Anonymous - Do You take requests? if so please can you do a Joe Sugg one where he does a prank on you as though he is beaten up and you get mad when you find out its a prank? Thanks

Pairing: Joe Sugg x Gender Neutral Reader Words: 1.2K Warning: Back to the usual swearing, I was doing so well as well. A/N: found this on my hard drive from ages ago. Edited slight parts to make it fit the timeline.

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Caspar P.O.V “Are you sure about this” I asked Joe who had put on his makeup and I looked like he had really been brutally kicked around with fake gashes and bruises, and I wasn’t quite sure how Y/N will take it once she finds out it was a prank although she is normally really chill about pranks.

“Yes, Caspar, I’m sure…I need to tell her, and if she doesn’t feel the same way I can just play it of like I had a concussion” Joe replied as he was concentrating on getting the cameras set up.  

“Brilliant” Oli butted in giving a big grin. Joe was about to tell you that he likes you and film it so if you feel the same way it can be in a video years from now and it will look all cute. That was the plan anyway. Your P.O.V Thirty minutes later you step into the Joe’s flat carrying some films and snacks for a film night and you had to remember to pick up your microphone from Joe’s room since you had left it there the day before, you set your coat and snacks down on the dining table shouting out to the boy wondering where he where . “Joe!!” you shout again, and turn around to find an unconscious Joe at the breakfast bar, you look at him slightly worried but also cautious that this could be a prank. You step up to him and nudge his arm to which Joe’s head falls back onto his shoulders and you can now make out bruises and cuts, you instantly go into a sort of mum mode.  

“Joe” you project your voice but still sound calm, “Joe, can you hear me?” you say, gently shaking him. “Joe, open your eyes for me”. Joe responds with a mumble and opens his eyes whilst squinting at the light, you put your arm around Joe “Joe I am going to move you to the couch so you don’t fall, Okay?” you ask. Joe mumbles again and stands up, and you both walk over to the couch where you sit him down, you go to get ice wrapped in a towel for his head, when you come back his is lay down on the couch. “Joe, don’t go to sleep, okay?” you ask trying to get a response from him, “You might have a concussion” you sit him back up and his eyes are back open and looking at you.   “Joe, what happened?” you ask, holding the towel to Joes head on a rather big bruise which made him squint again. You are starting to get really worried, luckily Joe is starting to come to a little bit. “mmmm. I got into a fight”

“Who with?” you ask “Who do I need to knock out?” you joke, well only half joke you where very serious when it came to your boys, but it got a chuckle from Joe. “Nobody, its fine”

“Joe, it’s not fine, look at you. Why did you get into a fight?” you ask with a calm and soft voice.

“Well, it was one of Caspar’s friends. This prick was saying very scummy and rude things about you”

This kind of shocked you a bit, Joe had got into a fight... over you? “Joe, I am honoured that you would fight for me” you reply sitting very close to him, your faces only centimetres apart “but it wasn’t necessary, not if it means you get hurt” you add looking into his eyes, with his own looking back into yours. “Joe, we need to get you to the hospital. Okay?” you say whilst pulling out your phone to call a taxi.

“No…no” is mumbled in return as Joe takes hold of your phone. You go to reach it but it is to far away, “I’m okay” he adds which makes you look back at him in disbelief, you face still close to one another, there is a few seconds of silence which feels like hours, “I love you (y/n)” he breaks the silence.

You are again taken a-back by this, you are not one to show your feelings nor tell anyone about how you feel, like now for instance you feel like bursting into tears at the site of Joe all battered and bruised but on the outside your face just shows calm. You do love Joe, you have done for a while, and he was a good friend and has helped you through all the hard times in your life. “I…I love you too Joe” you smile at him, “and you need to listen to me when I tell you that you need to go to the hospital” you add as you take the now rather damp towel off his head to see if it had effected the big bruise in any way.  

“No, I'm fi-” Joe replies but you interrupt him when you say “Yeah, I guess your right” causing him to give you a mixed look of confusion and hurt. Whilst you look around the room to find a certain little object that will make this even worse – A gopro. You spot it on the TV stand, you glance past it but you clocked it, this was all a prank.

In that moment you was so embarrassed and also hurt that Joe played such a cruel trick on your emotions. “But do you wanna know something” you ask him, not caring about his answer. You lean in close to him whisper in his ear as you touch the other side of his face gently. “a bruise doesn’t run” you reply lifting your hand off his face to show him your now purple fingers as you move your face away, looking into his eyes as you do. Only showing disappointment and slight anger, Joe looks back into your eyes and knows how much he screwed up, this was not how it was supposed to happen, he knows how you see it and he knows how bad it looks but before he could react you ran up stairs to get your microphone.

As you came back down the stairs, he was there at the bottom already apologising, but you weren’t interested. You had been hurt by so many people and you found it hard to say or show emotions or feelings but when you do you didn’t expect to be made a fool of. You try and step passed him but he just follows you “Please, I am so sorry” he says sounding upset.

“No” you walk past him, before he has time to reply you burst “No… you said that you… and I said that I…and it turns out to be a fucking prank?” you shout turning back to him. As you put on your coat. “You know I have a problem trusting people yet you go and do this, what the fuck?” without waiting for a response you grab the rest of your things and walk out the door, slamming the door behind you leaving Joe with his own thoughts.

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YOUTUBERS

|~TRY GUYS~|

:.A Miss Of Medicine.: -In the middle of a shoot Zach is supposed to take his medicine but he forgets despite putting reminders on his phone. That’s when he falls and the worst happens. This is what happens…(Zach Centric)-

:.Assisstence.: -Zach talks to Eugene but then noticed the new assistant walk in. But there’s a lot more to her then meets the eye (Zach x reader)

:.You Don’t Deserve That.: -Eugene cheats on Zach// angsty (Zagene & platonic Zach and Ned)

:.Dad You Don't Understand.: -Wes gets into an argument with his parents and runs away (Parent & Child relationship NO INCEST)

|~LADYLIKE~|

:.Ladylike Sees A Medium.: -Reader is a part of Ladylike and sees a medium after her friend passes. (Platonic Ladylike X Reader)

|~Vlog Squad~|

:.Unexpected Parenthood.: -Reader is a part of the Vlog squad and finds out she is pregnant after a one night stand. How will she cope? (Platonic Vlog Squad X reader) Part 1 Part 2

:.Impressing Your Boyfriend's Family.: -Zane takes his girlfriend and Hidaya out to eat and encounter racists (Zane Hijazi X Reader)

|~SHANE & FRIENDS~|

:.Take A Break.: -Andrew over works and his friends confront him, revealing a few things (Andrew Centric)

BANDS

|~TWENTY ONE PILOTS~|

:.Sick.: -Josh collapses on stage (X Reader)-

:.Does It Bother You?.: -Tyler Joseph is Y/n’s teacher and calls her parent for a meeting (Jyler)-

:.Live On.: -Reader is having a really tough time after a friend passes and Josh tries to help (Josh Dun X Reader)

:.Making Mistakes.: -Josh and Reader are in a heated argument and bring up each other’s mistakes and issues. (Josh X reader) PART TWO

|~5SOS~|

:.Miserable.: -Calum and Y/n break up and neither of them handle it well (X Reader)-

:.What Pic He Posts Of You.: -5sos preference (X Reader preference)

:.Not Ruined.: -Calum has a seizure on stage and gets embarrassed (Calum Centric)

:.WE REACT TO OUR OLD BEST FRIEND TAG.: -You (A YouTuber) and Ashton react to an old video you made when you were 17. (Ashton Irwin X Reader, Platonic) PART TWO PART THREE

FILMS/TV SHOWS

|~THE AVENGERS~|

:.Not a standby for my dad.: -Tony misses his daughters graduation//angsty (Tony Stark x daughter!reader)

:.A Favour.: Bucky needs to ask you something (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

:.Four Times Steve Noticed Yours And Bucky's Relationship And The One Time He Asked About It.: (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

:.Not Again.: -Sam wants to be the Falcon again, you have a few problems about that (Sam Wilson x Reader)

|~SUPERNATURAL~|

:.Simple.: -Reader is not in full control of her powers and after Dean is hurt, they are let loose. (Dean x Reader)

:.5 Ways Sam Winchester Knew His Brother Was Into Dudes.: -Sam writes all five ways he knew Dean was into guys (Bi!Dean, destiel, sibling relationship)

:.Trapped In Guilt.: -When y/n is kidnapped, something bad happens to her. Sam can't help but feel guilty.

|~THE POWER RANGERS~|

:.Sweetheart.: -You meet the rangers and Zach pushes your buttons. Jason is there to cheer you up. (Jason Scott x Reader)

:.Nana.: -Reader goes missing and Jason finds her at the hospital, turns out her Nan is severely ill. (Jason Scott x Reader)

|~MUSICALS~|

|~Be More Chill~|

:.Sensational.: -Michael's new English teacher is homophobic but with Jeremy's upcoming popularity, Michael battles the bad guy by himself. (Jeremy X Michael) (Platonic or Romantic)

|~CELEBRITY~|

|~Sebastian Stan~|

:.Feeling Faint.: -Reader passes out at a panel and feels super bad so Sebastian picks up the pieces. (Romantic/Fluffy)

[janosxmaynard]

IM BACK!

Hey guys!

So yeah I know I’ve literally been the worlds worst writer recently. I’ve just been busy with work & personal things but with the recent bad weather we’ve been having I’ve been cooped up in the house with nothing else to do, which means I’ve been playing around with some prompts. So should be posting something soon.

Also you may notice I changed my username from littleworldofmyown idk felt like a bit of a chance haha. Anyway please send in any Prompts for Janoskians & Buttercream one shots and I’ll see what I can do.

All my love,

Kez x

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Unaccepted // Joeck

Word Count- 1548

Summary- Jack comes out to his parents, but he does not get the reaction he was expecting.

Warnings; This is a Jack x Joe, meaning no reader. There is mention of Homophobia. If you do not feel comfortable reading LGBTQ+ imagines, don’t read this. 

A/n; This is my first time writing something that isn’t including a reader, tell me what you think and please leave feedback if you have any x

PLEASE NOTE; I DO NOT IN ANY WAY SHAPE OR FORM BELIEVE HELEN IS HOMOPHOBIC, THIS IS SOLELY FOR THE PURPOSE OF THIS IMAGINE.

Requested; Yes, THIS IS NOT AN X READER. THIS IS JACK X JOE.

req; Joeck request: Jack is upset because his mum didn't accept his sexuality but he doesn't wanna tell joe so he just pretends he's ill. But Joe wakes in the middle of the night to find Jack crying on the balcony and he breaks down and tells Joe everything. Joe comforts. Lots of fluff please xxx

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Jack couldn’t believe it. He didn’t want to believe it. His own mother.. The person who’d been there through thick and thin. She didn’t approve of him. She was disgusted by him. He had never once thought his mother of all people wouldn’t approve. Conor assured him dozens of times; “She’ll accept you no matter what, Jack, but tell her when you’re ready.” He’d say. Well, apparently, Conor was wrong.

Today, he was finally ready to tell his parents about his sexuality. He’d known for years, but had only had relations with girls, despite his thoughts telling him he felt no attraction to them whatsoever. Now, that he had his first boyfriend, and after 4 months of sneaking around with him, Jack was ready to tell his mum and dad about his sexuality. They’d been pestering him about settling down with a nice girl, and he eventually let it slip out. His dad wasn’t really surprised, as he’d suspected it for years, but didn’t say anything. He stood up and engulfed Jack into a hug, accepting him immediately. His mother, wasn’t so friendly.

“What?” His mother said, a mixture of shock and disgust laced into her words. “You’re.. You’re gay?” She spat, eyes wide. “I should’ve known. I always knew there was something wrong with you.” She muttered, looking away, unable to look at her son anymore. “What? Mum, please..” Jack stuttered, eyes watering. “Don’t, Jack. Just.. don’t. I think it’s best you leave.” She said, leaving the room.

“D-dad?” He stuttered, brokenly. “I’m sorry, Jack. Give her some time.” He said, sympathetically. “I’ll talk to her, don’t worry. She just wasn’t expecting it, is all.” His father tried to comfort him, but they both knew she wasn’t one to change her opinions so easily. Without another word, Jack left his parent’s house, jumping into his car and driving out as fast as he could without breaking the law. He couldn’t stop the tears blurring his sight, so he pulled over (when it was safe, of course), and cried. He couldn’t bring himself to stop.

He’d been sat in the car for half an hour, simply crying. He’d lost his mother’s support; she’d always been his rock, and now she was gone. He sighed, his tears stopped and he was probably dehydrated. He didn’t feel it, though, as he was focused on the aching in his heart for his mother. Biting his lip, he looked both ways, front and back, then pulled back onto the road and made his way back to his shared flat with his boyfriend.

When Jack entered the flat, he was relieved to see Joe was filming a video and wasn’t paying him much attention. He went straight to the bathroom, splashing his face with water and cleaning himself up. He put on a brave face and pretended it was alright. He didn’t want to tell Joe; it would not only break him to re-live the memory; but he didn’t think he could bare to live with the broken look on Joe’s face if he told him. No, he’d keep to himself. At least for now.

He took a deep breath and left the room. Joe had just finished wrapping up the video he was filming, and smiled as Jack walked into the room. “Hey, Jack. Weren’t you supposed to be visiting your parents today?” Joe asked, furrowing his brows in confusion. “Mum got ill, had to reschedule.” Jack said, surprised he didn’t break down. “Oh, is she alright?” Joe asked, concerned. He’d met your parents before, though, the circumstances were quite different then. He’d got along great with them, when you were just introduced as friends. Now, he didn’t want to talk about it. “Yeah, just a little bug. It’ll pass, dad said.” He told his boyfriend, lying through his teeth. He hated lying to Joe, but he couldn’t bear telling him, it was too soon.

“Oh, okay.” Joe could easily tell something was wrong with Jack. He wasn’t himself, but Joe wasn’t one to push. He was patient, and confident Jack would tell him in his own time. “Well, do you want to film a video then relax and have a stay-in night? We can get Nando’s and put on stupid movies we can make fun of and stuff?” Joe asked, hopefully. Jack tended to cut himself off when he was upset, Joe hated it, but respected his way of dealing with it. He only wished Jack would open up to him more.

“I guess.” Jack muttered, earning a frown from Joe. “We don’t have to, if you don’t want to?” Joe was getting more concerned now, Jack loved filming and nights in with Nando’s. It was their tradition, when one of them was upset they’d cuddle on the couch and laugh at stupid movies, mocking them and posting unflattering pictures of each other on their snapchat and instagram stories. “No, it’s fine. Let’s do it.” Jack said, walking past Joe to set up the camera. Joe frowned deeply, but sighed and helped Jack set up.

Throughout the filming, it was quite obvious Jack’s heart wasn’t in it. He wasn’t making the cute, sarcastic, or funny comments he usually imputed through the video. He didn’t even laugh at the countless jokes Joe made, and Joe had enough. “Alright, what’s wrong, Jack?” He asked, sternly. Jack looked surprised. “What?” “You know exactly what, Jack. You aren’t laughing, you aren’t making jokes, and you usually love filming videos; you look like you’re forced to be here. Are you okay?” He asked, in a demanding tone. He hated raising his voice and being demanding of Jack, but he only wanted to help.

“I’m just feeling a bit under the weather. Can we just watch a movie?” Jack asked, and Joe sighed. “Yeah, of course.” He said, hiding the disappointment in his voice. They set up a comedy movie that had terrible reviews, neither of them knowing the name of it, and watched as Jack cuddled into Joe’s side. They had already ordered and finished their Nando’s. Usually, they’d watch movies like this and make jokes throughout the whole movie, but Jack hadn’t said a word. Jack was completely uncomfortable. He wanted desperately to tell Joe, but didn’t know how. “I don’t feel well. I’m just going to edit.” He said, getting up and leaving abruptly.

Joe didn’t know what to do. Jack loved his privacy, not liking to burden others with it, but he was never this distant with Joe, and it was worrying him. At this point, it was quite late, and Joe was exhausted from the long week. “I’m heading to bed.” Joe said to Jack, who was sat in the office. He nodded, “G’night.” No hug, kiss, or anything. “G’night, Jack.” Joe muttered, defeated.

Two hours later, it was almost 2am. Jack had long since turned off the computer, and was now debating whether to sleep on the couch or with his lover. He felt different; his mother’s opinion meant so much to him, and it was destroying him. He walked outside onto the balcony, hoping to clear his thoughts, but ended up breaking down. He cried. It was 2am, and here he was, crying on the balcony. Joe woke up, hearing traffic. Jack must’ve left the balcony opened. He slid out of bed, sighing, but froze when he heard the sounds of not only traffic, but sobs coming from the balcony.

Joe walked out, and he was sure his heart cracked then and there. Jack was on his knees, hands on his face, sobbing into them quietly. Joe ran over, wrapping his arms around Jack. “What’s wrong, Jack? Please, please tell me.” He pleaded, he couldn’t stand seeing Jack this way. “My mum hates me.” He managed, breaking down again and spinning around, crying into Joe’s shoulder.

“Why, Jack?” Joe asked, confused. He’d known all about the close relationship between Jack and his mother; he couldn’t possibly figure out why Jack thought she hated her. “For me being gay, Joe! She hates me for being gay!” Jack sobbed, his grip on Joe tightening. Joe tensed. It was his fault. “Jack, I’m so sorry..” Joe genuinely had no idea how to deal with this; his parents were happy with his sexuality.

They sat in silence for a while, Jack simply crying into Joe’s shoulder as he rubbed a soothing hand up and down Jack’s back. Once his crying slowed down, and he only had a few tears running down his reddened cheeks, which Joe wiped away with his hands. “Let’s get you to bed, Jack. Tomorrow we’ll ring Conor and have a lazy day in; ice cream and all. I’d say let’s have it now, but I ate all the ice cream earlier and it’s almost 3 in the morning.” Jack nodded, sniffling.

Joe walked Jack to the bed with a hand on his lower back, guiding him over to the bed. Joe tucked in Jack, running around to his side and climbing in, opening his arms for Jack to cuddle into, which he gladly did. Joe stayed away, running a hand through Jack’s hair until he felt his breathing even out, and smiled a bittersweet smile. “I’m so, so sorry Jack.” Joe whispered, closing his eyes and drifting off to sleep.

[totaljoecktrash]

sorry - update! (:  taking some new oneshot requests

sorry for the lack of posting and all that, I know I haven't been delivering on oneshot requests (dw I do have them all and am working on them right now) but my laptop broke (its all fixed now) and my usb that I store all my writing on broke too (I sat on it and it bent, it's rlly embarrassing ik) but everything's all good now so today hopefully i'll be able to write up all requests I currently have in my ask and accept some new ones:

as always any ship is fine, however, do be aware that ships including the reader may take me longer (i'm really not a fan of them tbh)

also, remember (mostly) all my oneshots are posted on my ao3 as well ALONG with all my longer fics: here

also pt.2: reminder that my jack maynard/ofc fic is up on wattpad (hasn't been updated in a while but once again, I sat on my damn usb): here

[clearwillow]

How about #1 and #13

Sure @knittingknots ❤

1. favorite fic you wrote this year

I said Pretend Your Mine first, so if I were to pick another... well let's say Hired Help since that's set in the AU. The longer it's taken up rent in my head, the more I've enjoyed planning for it, and things like the oneshot You Wear It Well have been fun to do because they let me explore the characters a little more.

13. favorite writing song/artist/album of this year

Okay bare with, cause this is gonna sound weird, and I can't pick just one because my playlist is a glorified mess.

At the start of the year, Nickelback and Tokio Hotel were the mood for fics like Strange and Pretend You're Mine.

Florida Georgia Line, Barenaked Ladies, Brett Eldridge, Thomas Rhett have all been repeats for lighter fics like Nailed It or 503-B.

Then there's John Carpenter, Joe Sugg, P!nk, The Dead South, Breaking Benjamin, Three Days Grace and Clanadonia have all been repeats for Skinwalkers

End of the year fic asks

[cursivesugg]

Jetlag || Joe Sugg

Requests are currently [ OPEN ]

Masterlist can be found [ HERE ]

Word Count: 1.2k+

A/N: it’s been a little while and for that i apologise but nonetheless, i hope you enjoy this lil fluffy imagine that i wrote this evening after realising how long it’d been since i posted. enjoy!!xo

The first day of VidCon, in your opinion, was always the most eventful. From the confusion as to whose hotel rooms were located where, to the mess of YouTuber’s crowding the hallways of the building, all huddled into little groups, catching up with their friends and not realizing the delay they were causing.

You’d arrived a little later than everyone else, seeing as you had prior arrangements at home that made it impossible for you to be in America for the first day of the event; which, honestly, wasn’t the worst thing in the world. It just meant you missed out on all of the chaos.

You arrived at the hotel, avoiding any form of human contact until you’d managed to get your room key and take a shower, an absolute must after a long haul flight. You’d planned ahead, unlike the majority of your friends, and had booked your hotel room way in advance; which gave you the opportunity to choose what style, the size, and the floor that you’d be staying on.

And so, overjoyed with your single room that was the perfect fit for you, you flop down onto the bed, wiping a bead of sweat away from your eyebrow and staring up at the ceiling, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips as you thought about how many of your friends you’d finally be able to catch up with over the weekend.

Rolling onto your stomach, you pick up your phone from the spot on the bed where you’d discarded it the moment you walked through the door, forcing yourself to focus on unpacking and washing up before you’d let anything else distract you.

Taking to Twitter, you decide that your first priority was to let your fans know that you’d landed safely and had arrived back at your hotel, a small tradition you had with them. You send out the tweet, amusing yourself and managing to disgust everyone else at the unnecessary amount of emoji’s you used, and proceed to get lost in your timeline, mindlessly scrolling and not even thinking about the fact that you perhaps should’ve been tracking down your friends and spending every moment you could with them before you inevitably had to leave once again.

It was only when you rolled over once again and your eyes landed on the digital alarm clock, did the amount of time that you’d spent mindlessly browsing your social media apps sink in. You groan, throwing your head back against the sheets and locking your screen, tossing the device to your side and clenching your eyes shut. The jetlag was creeping up on you from every direction, and as much as you forced yourself to deny it, the way your limbs ached and your eyes burned were a dead giveaway.

It was already almost ten pm, and given, you’d landed quite late into the evening and hadn’t expected to be able to do that much with your time, and only really mentally prepared yourself for seeing a few of your friends before retiring to your room and sleeping for as long as humanly possible in a bid to relieve yourself of the horrendous achy feeling that came hand in hand with flying for over twelve hours at a time.

You contemplated your options, really only having a few. Number one, you could just risk it and message everyone whom may have been around the hotel, and then have a small reunion. But you were way too exhausted for that. Second, you could just fall asleep now, and brace the wrath of your friends in the morning, blaming the fact that you hadn’t even said hello to one of them on your insane jetlag.

The third option was tempting, and sounded so much more pleasing than the others. You purse your lips before sitting up, tucking your legs underneath your body and picking up your phone, chewing on your bottom lip and pulling up the text log of the one boy in particular whom you’d been desperate to see for a bloody long time.

The short text message you crafted included your room number, and a few more kisses than normal, but you were so excited to finally be able to see him again. You sit on your legs, nervously shuffling around and waiting for a response, staring down at your screen and watching in anticipation as the ‘delivered’ symbol changed to 'read’.

The message you received back no more than two seconds later, made you smile widely. It was short and straight to the point, telling you that he’d be there in two minutes and he’d bring snacks. The idea of food made you moan in happiness, suddenly thinking back to the last time you’d actually eaten properly, which for sure hadn’t been on the plane.

The plane food incident was a story in itself.

Time flew by, and before you knew it, there were three knocks on the door, and you stared at it for a moment, before hearing a foot bash against the bottom, causing you to unstiffen and grin widely. You stumble up from your position on the bed, running over to the door and swinging it open, throwing yourself into his arms without a second of hesitation, wrapping your arms around his neck and hugging him tighter than you thought was humanly possible.

He swoops you off of your feet, his arms wrapped tightly around you as he hugged you to his chest, only placing you back onto your feet when you’d done a full three-sixty spin in the air. Eyes wide, you look up into his eyes, only managing to do so for a few seconds before you wrapped your arms around his torso, pressing your cheek against his cotton muscle top and mumbling incoherently.

He chuckles, pushing one hand through the length of your hair and using the other to trace random patterns into your arm as you remained pressed up against his chest. “You wanna have some traditional jet-lag cuddles and eat some junk food and then sleep for twelve hours?” He asks, his voice soft as he looks down at you, a small smile on his face.

You pull your head away from his chest, looking up at him sleepily and nodding. “Mhm; yes please.”

“C'mon then, princess.” He mumbles quietly, throwing his arm around your shoulders and tugging you into the hotel room, kicking the door shut and proceeding to spend the rest of the night with his body entwined with yours, his chin resting on the top of your head as you slept.

The way his lips had brushed against yours meant a conversation would be in order; but after a pregnant pause, and your eyes had interlocked with his, in that moment, words weren’t needed. Instead, you sunk back into his arms, and fell asleep within a matter of minutes, mutually deciding that the discussion would wait until the morning.

[music-my-angel]

You got me so worried

Prompt - Could you possibly write a Maynard fic where the brothers get into a serious car accident and Jack is unresponsive?

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They’d joke about a lot. Often they’d be playing and the occasional question of ‘who would you save if we were both stuck in an accident.’ Conor would always joke around and say he’d have to think or Jack will probably have to pay him for Conor to save the younger one. Though, if the situation arrived, Conor knew that he wouldn’t waste a single second in putting all his efforts into saving his younger brother but he prayed that such a moment never occurs. Unfortunately for Conor, the situation did pop up.

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The two boys had been driving back home one late night when the truck lost control and came straight onto them. They had been hit straight on and pushed in a wall. Both vehicles were badly damaged and all the occupants of the vehicles were unconscious.

Conor was the first to wake up. As soon as his eyes opened, his brain caught up with the awful pain in his legs. He panicked as he realized that he couldn’t pull his legs. He was so caught up in his panic of trying to get his legs free that he nearly forgot the presence next to him.

But then his heart missed a beat as he caught side of a bloody face brother that laid unconscious right next to him.

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Conor pushed down his own panic to look over at his brother. Jack’s face was bloodied which probably meant a head and facial injuries. The boy’s hand was dangling at an awkward angle and his leg was bent awkwardly as well. But the main concern was that Jack was yet to move.

“Jack? Jack? Hey kiddo? Jack, wake up! Wake up kid!” Conor shouted.

He desperately tried to get some movement in his feet to reach the boy. But neither could he get himself free to reach his brother nor could he wake the kid up.

And for a second, Conor imagined the worst scenario.

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They had been sitting for a while when Conor stopped his struggles to get free and started talking.

“I know I say that you talk a lot but I’d give anything to hear your voice right now kiddo” Conor sighed.

He looked over at Jack, hopeful but there were no movements by his side.

“Please kid” Conor gave into a broken sob, “I swear kid, I would pull you out in a heartbeat if I could. I swear!”

Right when he felt himself giving up and surrendering to darkness, Conor saw the bright lights being flashed onto them as help arrived.

There was a slight smile on his face, hand still extended towards Jack as he fell unconscious.

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When Conor came to his senses, he felt a hand squeezing his and his eyes fluttered open as he recognized the touch being that of his younger brother.

“Jack” Conor gasped, trying to lean forward as much as he could to hug Jack.

“Easy the two of you” Joe whispered as he helped Jack give Conor a hug.

“Are you okay?” Conor asked Jack.

“I’m good. A bit rough but talk about yourself, you got me worried. You wouldn’t wake up” Jack sniffled slightly.

“I’m here, kiddo. I’m fine” Conor was quick to sooth the younger boy before he picked up on what the boy just said, “I wouldn’t wake up you said?”

“Yeah, I woke up and they said you’ve been unconscious since you got here” Jack informed him.

Conor huffed slightly, keeping the story of who has been unconscious for a long time for another day.

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Their injuries were not too bad. It would take some time for the boys to recover but with each other, side by side, they’d get through that too. And once they’d recover, Conor would tell Jack the story of how bad the accident was and how he had nearly given up on waking the kid up but until then, he’d rather cherish having his brother awake and breathing.

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A/N

Hope you all like it.

[buttercreamwrites-blog]

Obsessed || Joe Sugg

summary: where things between you and joe heat up word count: 1k+ a/n: part two???? hmmmm,, also ive never rly written anything smut related (theres barely any in this) so im just getting used to it sorry if this isn’t up to par x  // He was just a friend of a friend, for the most part anyway.   Casual encounters at parties, or nights out in the many clubs their circle of friends ventured to.  It was always small jokes and the occasional innuendo, never anything more.  Everything you knew about him came from other people, because in all honesty, he was quite impossible to read.  He could be broody, lighthearted, and anywhere in between within the span of an hour.  With Joe, you never knew what to expect.  He was dubbed a mystery in your mind. But that was the fun in it. Trying to piece together the most minuscule bits of him was exhilarating.

 As weeks turned to months, you found yourself thirsting for his presence.  You jumped at any opportunity for even a few short minutes around him.  Whether it be to watch the Maynards, who had introduced you to him in the first place, make an appearance in one of his videos, or a quick bite to eat where you tagged along, a day in the park —anything. You kept your curiosity hidden behind your smirks as best as humanly possible. But still, you were worried you were becoming obsessed with what secrets were held behind those blue eyes.  I mean, who wouldn’t?

As time went on, the two of you began spending so much time around each other that a real bond was beginning to form.  Although you were still more than intrigued by him, he was becoming a friend of your own in the process. You no longer needed a middle man to make plans.  The excess company was no longer necessary.  Even with the comfort that came with a friendship, you still walked on eggshells around him.  One wrong move could potentially ruin it all, and it was a risk you weren’t willing to take.  The friendship, as fulfilling as it possibly could be, wasn’t what you craved.  You were positive he hadn’t ever looked you in that way, and it was a torturous reality you had to face.  Having him in your life as just a friend was better than not having him in your life at all.

 You knew Joe and Jack had plans that afternoon to film something together, another one of Joe’s outrageous ideas that somehow worked.  As terribly as you wanted to invite yourself over, you stayed cozy in your bed, intertwined with blankets, listening to the soft hum of the television all morning.  You couldn’t make your fascination any more noticeable than you already had, making plans had to be on Joe’s term from then on.  

Mid afternoon, the familiar buzz of your phone went off on your nightstand.

Joe: Can you come over to Jack’s? It's important.

Confused, you quickly replied, agreeing to his request.  It wouldn't have been an usual text if he had given some context, which he almost always did. Nonetheless, fifteen minutes later you were out the door.

The ride was under 10 minutes. You admired the scenery of your favorite city as the driver tried to make small talk.  You thanked him before paying your fare, and walking towards the familiar building.

 You had hardly knocked on the door when it swung open to reveal Joe, with a grin on his face.

“You good? Where's Jack?” You asked, adjusting the fabric of your shirt.

 “He wanted to shower really quick before we started, and I thought some company would be nice,” he replied.

 “I thought something happened!” You said, playfully hitting his arm. “You said it was important.” You walked a few paces in front of him, heading towards the couch.

 “My loneliness is important, Y/N, and I knew you'd jump at the chance.”

 Stopping in your place, you felt your heart drop into the pit of your stomach. What the hell was he on about?

Spinning around, you locked eyes. But before you could get another word out, you were backed up against a wall, his arms pressed against it.

 “I know what you’re up to,” he murmured, his breath hot against the edges of your neck. “I know what you’ve been up to all this time.”

 Flustered, you played the innocent card.  “I don’t know what you mean, Joe,” you replied shyly.

 He let out a small laugh. You watched intently as he parted his lips, gliding his tongue over his front teeth.  Electrifying every sensation throughout your body, he pressed your figure further against the wall.  His fingers playfully traced the curve of your hip.

 “I see the glances you think I don’t, I’ve always seen them, you’ve never been very careful, Y/N. I don’t mind them though,” he whispered.

 You heard the water from the bathroom come to a halt, signaling Jack would be out in no time.

 “So what if I have?”

 “Like I said, I don't mind. Just wish you'd stop being such a tease,” he whimpered. His hands were making their way under your shirt, the warmth of his palms dancing around your skin. “I know you want to.”

 You peered around the corner, anticipating Jack’s arrival at any second. “Not here, Jack’s gonna be out any minute.”

 He was lightly sucking on the skin above your collarbone as you try to withhold a small moan. “Joe,”

 “Y/N…” he mocked, “come on, we can tell Jack we have to run to the store or something.”

“We can't,” you protested.

 Why after all this time did he have to start something now? At Jack’s of all places, he really couldn't have initiated it any other time?

 The knob to the bathroom door turned, and you jumped out from underneath Joe, trying desperately to fiddle with your hair to cover up whatever remnants was appearing on your neck and chest.

 The first thing that came from Jack’s mouth was, “Y/N’s here?”

 You shot him a friendly smile, waving. “Hi, sorry. Joe just texted me he needed help with something.”

 “Alright, let me just get changed and we can start filming,” Jack added.

 You and Joe nodded in unison as he sneakily placed his hand on the center of your ass. He pressed his face close to yours before whispering “just so you know, we’re finishing that later.”

[buttercream-maynard]

Boo

[theyaskedmeto]

Kurt doing makeup, like, just for fun because he's bored, and Blaine feeling strangely attracted, something like that lol

fanfiction

more feminine - klaine oneshot

read at ao3

words: 1399

AN: I hardly know anything about makeup so this is why that part of this oneshot is very vague, pls don't hate me if I got anything wrong there!!! I have no idea when this is set but they're fiances, so maybe between season 5 and 6 before things go bad :) I used to stan joe sugg, so there's a little hint to his brother zoe (aka zoella) for the VIBES. sorry about that

He comes home to the sound of a voice that isn’t Kurt’s in the bedroom. It’s definitely not what he would’ve liked to have heard after a very long day at NYADA, but he doubts after all that he and Kurt have been through together Kurt wouldn’t be cheating on him. Then he realises that said voice sounds tinnier than the usual human being. That’s when he recognises what his fiance is actually doing, and walks into their shared bedroom without removing his scarf or coat or shoes that were protecting him from the frosty air in the cold winter of New York City. 

What he actually sees makes his heart skip a beat. Kurt is sitting there, cross-legged on the bed, watching a youtube video with various makeup products dotted around him, as the girl in the video (he recognises her - isn’t she called Zoella or something? She’s got a British accent and long hair but really, he’s not too sure) neatly applies some very bright eyeshadow to her eyelids- a turquoise sort of green colour - and Kurt tries to do the same. He’s done pretty well actually, Blaine observes, as he sees one of Kurt’s eyes has already been completed. He looks beautiful, with the outside of his eyelid painted in the same turquoise green colour, which fades into the inside of the lid which is a lighter shade of blue. Along the upper lashline (and Blaine only knows the name of that part of the eyelid because the girl in the youtube video just said) he has painted a simple black eyeliner which makes his eyes pop. There’s only one way Blaine can describe the way he looks right now, and that word is ‘hot’. 

“Hey,” Blaine says, leaning against the wall divider. 

Kurt jumps, not realising his fiance’s entrance as he was so focused on the video. “Blaine! You’re back early!” He says, flustered. 

Blaine frowns as he watches Kurt hastily try to pack all of the makeup away into a black makeup bag, and walks towards him. “You know you don’t have to hide all of this from me. I love it. I think you look amazing.” 

Kurt looks up at him then, stopping trying to pack all the products away, and meets Blaine’s hazel eyes. He watches as Blaine moves further towards him to sit on the bed next to him.

“...W-what?” He hesitates, staring deeply into his fiance’s eyes, their faces only inches apart. He’s becoming very aware of the eyeshadow that he’s heavily powdered on as Blaine gazes back at him. 

“I love you with all this on,” Blaine repeats, gesturing with his hand to Kurt’s face, marvelling his beauty. “I love you always, but… honestly, Kurt, you look hot.” 

Kurt’s eyes widen at this, eyebrows raised, “Oh, really?” He observes. 

“Yes. I mean, you always look hot, but you look really good like this.” Blaine smiles. He moves closer to Kurt’s lips, eyes darting down to them, silently asking for a kiss. 

Kurt complies, but not in the way Blaine wants, as he only gives him a short peck and moves away, grabbing his laptop and makeup bag, leaning up against the headboard and taking all the necessary products out again and pressing play on the youtube video. 

Blaine whimpers, moving closer to him on the bed. “Kurt, please…” he says, pouting. 

Much to his dismay, Kurt stretches a hand out towards his fiance, pushing him away. 

“You’re such a boy sometimes. Not now,” He laughs, picking up his eyeshadow pallette and dabbing the green-colour to onto the eyeshadow brush. “I spent so long doing my left eye, I’m not going to waste my time and just wash it off without doing the other, at least.” 

There’s a moment of tranquillity between the couple with nothing but the sound of the girl on the video instructing what colour to put where, as Blaine admires Kurt’s skill of applying said colours. 

“Teach me.” He says quietly, breaking the silence. 

Kurt looks up at him, half annoyed, half observant, and then asks, “what do you mean?”

“Teach me how to do makeup. Or at least that eyeshadow you’re doing now.”

Kurt looks at his fiance, pausing the video and says “Are you sure you want to do this?” 

“One hundred per cent. Now give me a brush.” 

His eyeshadow collection isn’t big, only one palette with a few bright colours and some neutral ones, so he shares it with Blaine, offering him a brush. Blaine takes it happily and scoops a load of the powder onto it when he hears Kurt shriek in horror. 

“Blaine! What are you doing!”

Blaine frowns. He hasn’t even applied the makeup to his lid yet, and his fiance is already shouting at him. 

“What? I’m just getting some colour!” He reasons, trying to dab some more pigment onto the brush but failing as Kurt steals the palette back. 

“That’s way too much! Ugh, you’ve made a massive dent in the eyeshadow!” He exclaims, holding the palette up to his chest. 

“Fine! You do it then!” 

“Okay! Give me the brush back and I will.” 

Half an hour later, they’ve moved to the desk at the end of their bed, just so they don’t spill anything on their white sheets, and Kurt is applying a full face of makeup to Blaine’s complexion as he urges Blaine to stay very still. 

“How long does this take?” Blaine asks, growing a bit tired. He didn’t expect Kurt to go this full-on with the whole makeup experience. 

Kurt sighs. “Just… be quiet and let me finish this. I haven’t even finished mine yet.”

“Finish yours, then.”

“No. You’re my barbie doll and I’m giving you a makeover. Now shush.” 

That’s all they say for a while, then Kurt leans back in his seat in satisfaction. 

“All done,” he smiles, then taking a small mirror from the bathroom to show Blaine. “What do you think?” 

Blaine stares at his reflection. His eyes light up when he sees himself. His eyelids are mainly dark green, which fades into a lighter shade of green on the inside. It’s simple, but dazzling, and highlights the hazel in his eyes. 

“This is amazing, Kurt! You’re amazing. Come here,” he says, pulling the taller man towards him. Their lips meet in a kiss and Kurt cups Blaine’s cheek, caressing the skin just below his eye. As they pull back, Kurt gazes at him, his lips turned up in a smile. 

“I get what you mean about the whole makeup thing,” He mumbles dazedly, “it just looks… really good.” 

“Yeah?” Blaine jested, a hint of teasing in his voice. 

“Yeah. Come back.” 

They stumble to the bed, keeping the makeup on, but not much else. 

Later, they’re lying in bed together, when Blaine asks, “Kurt?”

“Yeah?” 

“Why were you trying to hide your makeup from me when I came in?” 

 Kurt smiles, a blush rising to his cheeks as he looks down at their hands that are linked together between them.

“It’s not something I usually do, you know,” He starts, “Like… you know how much I like fashion but I’ve never been really that… well. Feminine. Apart from our skin sloughing routine. You don’t see me walking around every day with a full face of makeup on. And I haven’t really mentioned it before. I thought you might judge me.” He looks up at Blaine then, nothing but honesty in his eyes. 

Blaine frowns at his fiance slightly, “Kurt. You don’t need to feel like I’m gonna judge you. Trust me. I love you. I would never do anything to hurt you. Or judge you. Unless it’s something really outrageous, like when I found you still sleeping with your boyfriend pillow even when we were back together.” He jokes. 

Kurt slaps his arm lightly, “Hey! You said you wouldn’t bring that up again! It was only because you decided to stay up playing on the PlayStation into the early hours of the morning. Don’t blame it on me that I was being needy.” 

“Fine. But my point is, I love you. I will always love you. And plus, haven’t we just discovered that makeup on you is a big thing for me anyway?” He hints. 

Kurt kisses his lips again, sweetly, “I love you too. And yes. I think we’ve definitely discovered that.” 

Blaine smiles, “definitely.” 

[imkylotrash]

Forever Frozen Still

Pairing: Reader x Caspar Lee

Word count: 787 words

Warnings: Angst.

A/N I’ve written a bunch of YouTuber stuff, just because I spend a lot of time on YouTube. I wanted to try it out, so let me know if you like it or want me to stick to the usual fandoms. Also listen to the song while reading. x

Song: “Photograph” By Ed Sheeran _______________________________________________________________________

There is a box in the bottom of a closet in a house down the street and in it there’s a photograph. It’s been nicely framed but there’s a layer of dust covering it. To be honest it’s been years since you last thought about that photograph. But spring is coming and it’s time to do the annual house cleaning, so you pick up the box of things that contains the framed photograph and you start digging. When you notice the photograph you nearly drop the entire box. 

“Oh my,” you whisper under your breath clearing away the dust before sitting on your bed staring at the photo. As you look down at the two people in the photo you can’t help but smile. You remember everything about the man standing next to you. The crinkles around his eyes whenever he smiled and he smiled a lot. Or the way he couldn’t fall asleep when the sky was cracking and lightening lit up all of London. He was too afraid of admitting it to his friends. 

One time when the weather was really bad, he called you up asking you to come over. Of course, you had to remind him that you couldn’t head out as long as the whole lightning thing was going on which made him laugh nervously. You offered to stay with him on the phone, which he gladly accepted so you sat against the wall in the darkness for four hours listening to his breathing. The next time you saw him he hugged you for a really long time and whispered a simple thank you but it held so much more meaning. 

There was another time when you were stressed about finals and you called him having a mental breakdown over the phone. Five minutes later he was outside your door in his goddamn pizza pyjamas with a grin. He helped you study that night even though he hated studying. When you passed the exam, he was the first person you called. 

There was also the story of your first kiss. It was messy and sloppy in the back of a club, but it was perfect for the two of you. Both of you had drunk way more than you should and when he flirted with another girl you lost it. You started screaming at him how it wasn’t fair and you hated him for making you feel so little. He kissed you to shut you up. After that, you couldn’t stop kissing. It took him all of two days to ask if you’d be his girlfriend. This was certainly more romantic as he arranged a candle light dinner with roses and soft music. Needless to say, you couldn’t stop crying. 

One of the last times you saw him, you were crying really hard as well. You had to take him to the airport as he left to do a film. Of course, you wanted nothing more than to support his YouTube career, so you dropped him off at the airport and kissed him goodbye. It tasted salty but you didn’t care. He was going away and you wanted to remember every detail about him. 

After the goodbye, you texted constantly. But somehow it slowly faded out. The texts became fewer and fewer and the phone calls stopped completely. The man you thought you’d spend forever with was now becoming a stranger. You wanted to be happy for him but it was hard letting him go. You spent months looking at that exact photograph willing yourself to remember the time where you were happy and in love. The time where your heart wasn’t broken into a million pieces. 

A single tear escapes the corner of your eye as you look down at the photograph. It holds all the memories and feelings that you can’t let yourself feel anymore- at least not for Caspar. 

“Love, are you coming?” your husband asks walking through the door. You quickly cover up the photograph smiling at him. 

“Sure. Just a second,” you say a little more hoarse than usual. He doesn’t notice, though. He just heads downstairs leaving you sat there. You look down at the photo and you think to yourself why it didn’t last. You could’ve sworn it would. Maybe love isn’t always enough. Maybe it just wasn’t enough that two people loved each with all of their being. 

“Y/N?” he calls again disrupting your train of thought. You put the framed photograph back in the box and takes the box to the closet. 

“Coming,” you yell turning your back to the box and walking down to your husband. There is a box in the bottom of a closet in a house down the street and in it there’s a photograph.