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My Wife (Conor x Reader)

Request - I SEE YOUR TAKING REQUESTS!!! I'm so excited!!!! I know you're going to be amazing! May I request one where your newlyweds with Conor? And it's super fluffy! I know you're going to be so great!!!!

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You didn't mind. You really, really didn't. In fact, your life had been a lot less stressful after deciding that you and Conor would keep your relationship private. You didn't have to deal with hate. You didn't have to duck paparazzi when you went out in public without Conor. You definitely didn't regret it.

That being said, it had been 4 years. You occasionally felt a little bummed you couldn't tell the world how much you loved him. You were always introduced as part of his management or his personal assistant or just a friend. There had even been rumors that you and Jack were dating. The two of you had just returned from your honeymoon and you were catching up with all of your friends/family.

"So how are you going to plan your big reveal?" Your mom had asked through your Skype video session.

"Mooooommm, stop. We haven't even talked about it." you replied.

"I know you've wanted to go public for a while, so i assumed you would after the wedding." she continued.

"I promise I'll talk to Conor about it later. I just don't want to immediately stress us out straight after our Honeymoon. Lets ease back into the real world." you said, saying goodbye and ending the conversation.

You didn't know it, but Conor had been listening to your conversation with your mom. He didn't know that you had wanted to go public. Conor had hated that he couldn't bring you to events and show you off to his fans. He kept it private because he thought that's what you wanted. After listening in on your conversation, he started planning.

Conor immediately set about texting your friends and family. He wanted any pictures and videos of the two of you that he could get his hands on.

"Hey babe, I need to run over to Joe's." Conor said, walking in the room while you were skyping your best friend.

"Okay, love." you said, kissing Conor when he leaned down into frame.

"Hey Conor!" your friend said, waving.

"What's up? When are you going to visit us? You know Jack always likes when you visit." He winked at the camera, sitting on your lap for a minute.

"Now that you're back, I'll try to come up sometime this month." she answered. You were grateful all of your friends and family got along. "And your brother likes when any girl visits." she laughed.

"Well I'll leave you two to it." Conor kissed you again before leaving.

He couldn't work on his next cover with you in the flat, so he had text Joe asking if he could set up his recording equipment in his house.

"So you're going to tell everyone?" Joe asked with a big smile on his face.

"Finally. I wish I would have just told everyone like 3 years ago, but now that we're married I'm done hiding it." Conor replied, figuring out where he was going to set up.

"I'm glad. You two are perfect for each other. I don't think you'll get as much hate as you thought you would." Joe said, helping Conor. "And I'm glad I get to post some footage that I couldn't show before since the two of you were snogging in it."

"I'm married. I'm really married." Conor laughed. "In every one of our 'most likely to' videos I always get the 'last to get married' card, but I'm fucking married." Conor had a massive smile on his face. He sent you a text telling you he'd be home really late.

"It's got a good ring to it." Joe laughed. "I'll start sorting through the pictures and clips and I'll leave you to record. Let me know if you need anything." Joe grabbed Conor's phone to start downloading what your friends and family had sent him.

"Thanks." Conor replied. "You have our wedding videos, right?"

"Yup. Oli sent me everything." Joe smiled at Conor.

About 12 hours later, Joe and Conor were working on making the clips and pictures fit the length of the song. "I think it's perfect." Joe yawned.

"I just hit upload." Conor sleepily smiled at his friend. "I just need to write the description."

"It won't finish uploading for at least an hour. Go home before you write it. I don't want you falling asleep in the car." Joe said, moving his laptop to the table. "You'll just have to log in from home to make it go live."

"Thank you so much." Conor said standing up.

"Just leave all of the equipment. You can get it later." Joe hugged his friend.

"Good idea." Conor said, hugging Joe. "Thanks again, buddy. I owe you."

When Conor got home, he opened his lap top and started writing the description.

"Hello everyone. I would like to introduce you to Y/n. Some of you know her as my assistant. Some people think she's my manager. Some of you even think she's sleeping with my brother haha. Well none of these are true. If you already watched the video, you'll know that Y/n is now my wife. That's right. Conor Maynard actually convinced someone to wake up next to his ugly mug every day. I know that some of you are going to be mad that I didn't share any of this earlier, but when I met y/n I knew I would do absolutely everything I could to keep our relationship happy and healthy. She is the most important person in my life and I know that you will all love her once you get to know her. I picked this song because it's the song we danced to at our wedding. Y/n, I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you. You keep my life in order and you make me a better person. We both know I can't stay serious for more than 5 minutes at a time without cracking a joke, but I will always be there for you. I know this whole thing is sappy and I promise your regularly scheduled programming will continue, but I needed to share this part of my life with everyone.

Y/n, meet everyone. Everyone, meet my wife."

Conor made the video live and joined you in bed.

"Hey." you sleepily said, rolling over to snuggle against Conor. "Finish whatever you were working on?"

"Yup." Conor replied, wrapping his arms around you. "It's perfect." he said, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of your head. "I want you to see it tomorrow."

"Of course." you replied, nuzzling your face into Conor's chest.

"Goodnight, beautiful." Conor said, yawning, but you had already fallen back asleep.

When you woke up, you kissed a sleeping Conor on the cheek and rolled out of bed. You had gotten used to waking up before him. When you went to grab your phone you saw a note stuck to the screen. "Don't open your phone yet. Go into the living room"

"Well this is weird." you chucked, looking over a Conor peacefully sleeping. "What have you been up to?"

Walking down the stairs you saw more post-its on the wall.

"Good morning, beautiful"

"I love you so much"

"I can't believe I ended up with someone so amazing"

Walking into the living room, you saw Conor's lap top on the coffee table with another post-it on it. "Open me". Inside was a post-it that said "Play me".

Clicking play on the video titled "Thinking Out Loud" you watched bits of your 4 year relationship play on the screen. Ed Sheeran's "Thinking Out Loud" played in the background as you watched you and Conor dancing around like idiots at his parents house with his brother and sister. Conor pranking you. The first Christmas Conor spent at your parents house, opening presents and kissing under the mistletoe. Proposing to you on a secluded beach where you took your first trip alone as a couple. Pictures you and your friends had taken but never posted on any social media. A funny video of the two of you singing "final countdown" at a karaoke bar. You and Anna being caught having a food fight in the flat's kitchen when you realized you had mixed the cake batter wrong. And finally, clips from your wedding. Your friends sharing their toasts and the two of you sharing your first dance as husband and wife.

When the video ended, you wiped the tears off of your cheeks and started scrolling through the comments. There, of course, were mean comments, but you were surprised at how many people just seemed to be happy for the two of you. Closing the lap top, you walked back upstairs. Unlocking your phone, you were overwhelmed with texts and voicemails from your friends and family all telling you how cute Conor's video was and how happy they were for the two of you.

Crawling back into bed, you snuggled up against Conor. "Hey" he croaked, wiping the sleep from his eyes. "Good morning."

"Good morning, husband." you smiled up at him. "Thank you." you said, kissing

"Did you see it?" He asked, slipping his arms around you and rolling the two of you over.

leaning up to kiss Conor, you nodded. "It's beautiful." you said, pulling him to rest his weight against you. "It's perfect."

"I'm so happy you liked it." Conor said. "I finally get to tell people you're my wife." Conor ducked down to kiss you again.

"I like the sound of that." you replied.

[noellefan101]

Adopting Child!Reader

Characters: Wriothesley, Nilou, Childe, Candace, Itto x Gn Child!reader(meaning this is all purely platonic)

Summary: They adopt you and you're now their child, what do they learn you to do and what do they like doing with you

Warnings: platonic, modern au for the most part, implied char x char in some(you can ignore it if you dont like the ship, or see them as friends), sigewinne is your sibling in wrios, arataki gang being the arataki gang

Note: this is one of those fics that i keep looking for but cant find, so i wrote it myself. i really like reading from a child's perspective but whenever i see a fic were a char has a child and its x reader, its always the reader being the mother which i hate. anyway, have fun reading, luv you.

Wriothesley

Sigewinne is his child, sorry, you cant tell me otherwise(especially when its modern au), so you and her would definitely play together. have a tea party, dress Wrio up in cute ribbons and stuff, kill all your dolls together after one cheated on the other. yk, normal kid things.

Wriothesley caries your bags whenever you need to get home from school, he hangs them over his shoulder while you both walk beside him.

If Sigewinne is a little older than you, instead of being the same age, she would try her best to help you learn stuff you maybe dont even have in school yet, but she just needed to help you with it anyway. she just wants you to be ready for it, and learns it better in the process as well.

He would invite his Boyfriend over for dinner once, and you thought Neuvillette's hair was pretty, though you were a little scared of the man. it turned out to be fine after a few other times of meeting him, and you warmed up to him quite quickly.

I dont imagine he's the best cook, but would definitely learn how to make something if you were sad and really wanted a specific dish. Will also make tea for you both a lot, making sure its just how you like it.

Nilou

I love the idea of Nilou, the sweetheart of sumeru, adopting a child and taking care of it. like yeah, she totally would.

And if you showed any interest in dancing whatsoever, she would teach you some small easy steps. and show you a few of her dances made for shows, if you thought it was too hard. she has her own dancing room(?) at home, and she would happily practice a little with you in the room so you can watch.

She's very supportive of whatever you're interested in, but you will learn to respect everyone no matter what, she cant have you becoming like one of those scholars who want all the creative arts gone. But she would still support you in becoming a scholar if that is what you wanted to do anyway, just making sure you're a nice one instead of those other beings.

Loves to bake with you, and really wants to show you all the best recipes so you can make them on your own once your old enough. but of course she bakes the best cakes on your birthday, and it's decorated with something you like or her and you dancing via a messy drawing using buttercream.

Would make jewelry with you, and then wear some at one of her shows. So the people would see all her professionally made bracelets, and then this very vibrant and childish one shining trough.

She loves matching outfits with you, so she will try her very best to find a shirt in your size that matches one of her dresses, it would be very cute but she respects it if you dont really like it at times.

Childe

He seriously just wants to protect you, and probably ended up saving you before taking you in and caring for you when he learned of your reason for being out there all alone. (picture dark alleyway with cold snow and a few adults with weapons trying to get money out of you or smt)

Doesnt really like the idea of you knowing about his job, but he can't hide it from you the same way he hides it from his siblings, so you ended up knowing pretty quickly. But he assures you he won't let anything hurt you, not even himself.

He would have his parents take care of you when he had to go out for a mission, but you would have to promise to not mention what he was doing or he would just have to hire a caretaker next time.

But it was fun playing with his siblings, and the food was great. Plus it was way nicer to be able to play with other children at home, and not have to go out for it. Teucer also had really cool toys, so you and him play together a lot when you come over.

Doesn't let you near any of his weapons, and doesn't wan tyou near any weapon until your at least 13. He can't have you experience the same things as him, no matter how much he likes fighting, he doesnt want you to grow up like he did. So he won't teach you anything of that sorts, only when he thinks it a reasonable time for someone to learn that.

Cooks all your meals for the most part, and learns you how to cook as well, he can also have you help him cut the easy things like a cucumber. Plus you've been sent to school with what to a child looks like a three-course meal from a five-star restaurant. is also really good at getting you to eat your vegetables.

Candace

She's very good with children, but never expected to take in a child herself. She has both no idea what she's doing and knows everything about what she should do, so its a process for the both of you.

She is very loving and knows to let you warm up to her first, but she gets carried away at times and can end up hugging you a little to much for your comfort. But she makes sure to give you lots of your favorite sweets in return.

Loves dressing you up, and would pick your outfits for your when you had school, but of course you picked an item first and then she jsut picked out the rest. For example; you would pick out a cute shirt with a little red car on it, and she would find some matching socks and nice pair of pants or smt, give you a nice red hat if it was needed.

Goes shopping with Dehya often, so she would sometimes take you with her and will explain everything she's getting, and how to use this makeup and what not.

Dehya also comes over quite a lot, and they both do your makeup if you wanted, or let you decorate them in glitters and stickers if you pleased. You now have a special bag with all your little brushes, eyeshadows and all that stuff at home, just so you dont accidentally ruin theirs. (she would not let you put makeup on too much, only once or twice a week. but then there is also something to look forward too)

Itto

Is very chaotic and should not be taking care of a child, also because he gets in trouble so much. But he can't just leave you out there all alone, no one else wanted you clearly, but they are the perfect solution to that. (they are all basically unwanted as well, so you were just like them in a sense)

But Kuki is more of the parent than he is at times, but thats ok, she's basically the parent to all of them at this point.

Anyway, he loves beetle-fighting, so of course you are gonna learn too. He has spent hours with you outside, finding beetles and teaching you the perfect ways to win over anyone. it's only when Shinobu comes and tells you that its bed time for you that you stop for the day, but you have tomorrow to have fun as well.

It's hard to adapt to being with the Arataki gang, but it is better than being alone, so you can have your own little place to be alone in for a little bit, in a corner of whatever they're staying in(an old house that is really cheap i presume, or a really cheap apartment. maybe granny's place or smt).

Taking care of you honestly got the whole gang to stop their antics just a little, and they don't end up in prison for stupid things as much. Kuki is especially thankful for that, but is still concerned for the gang. They teached you how to depend on others, while you essentially teach them to be more careful of what they do, win-win.

You might have cried the first time they ended up in prison while you were there, Shinobu has now taught you how to bail someone out of jail. You will need this in the future.

im thinking of making a taglist but im not sure, so tell me if you want to be tagged in smt

Thx for reading my lovelies, have a nice day, luv ya-Masterlist

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[sovereignzofdarkness]

Eldress Lard Cookie Headcanons that I came up with because the brainrot is INTENSE. I can't stop thinking about her she is my everything /pos

• Sprinkle's and Buttercream go on playdates and Sprinkles is always more gentle with Buttercream than the other Wyverns (if there IS any to be fair most of them are dead) because she's shy,,

• Margarine sometimes talks about his hunter gang meeting his (remaining) family members. Pitaya took this literally, told Hollyberry and Tart Tatine, and they set off to his village. Pitaya and Hollyberry definitely busted his door open one morning because they we're so excited to visit (mainly Pitaya because it was their idea but you get it),

• like I'm talking KICKED DOWN his door at 9am and was like "So about that family you're going on about!!" And Hollyberry brought a barrel of fancy juice with her for the occasion and everything. Snapdragon had JUST gotten put down for a nap (I hc that Snapdragon was taken home with Royal Margarine because they imprinted on him lol) so he was NOT happy. Tart Tatine just sighed in the background (she is SICK AND TIRED OF PITAYA!!! SHE WANTS THEM GONE!!!!)

• Eldress Lard Cookie makes some MEANNN pasta. Margarine shuts his mouth SOOO quick when she starts cooking in that kitchen. I mean, she's a grandma, she's built different!!

AHHH I love these!!!! 😭😭 warms my heart you like lard so much hehehe.. lets me know to definitely do more stuff w her in the future.

she's absolutely a great cook, having helped around the kitchen in the clan's hayday and and being the only one who really made meals when it was just her and margarine as he was growing up.

I'm not toooo sure how she'd interact w the rest of the Gang(tm) (I still haven't made up my mind if I want her and tarte to be exes or not lol...) but it's really funny to imagine she definitely Knows of hollyberry from her dragon hunting days so she's like "...sweet pinky berry cookie??" and just being absolutely confused by the kerfuffle happening so early in the morning. at least her grandson's finally made friends, y'know

[peanutbuttercreamjelly]

Late Night Tea - Conor Maynard

My first ever imagine on this blog is on! Let me know if you enjoyed it!

Warnings: None

When she reached over, she found the other side of the bed empty and cold. Groggily, she rubbed her eyes. She knew exactly where to find Conor. Y/N took a quick glance at the alarm clock on her bedside table, which flashed 3.30 am. She sighed before she swung her legs out of bed, throwing on a sweater that her boyfriend had worn the day before. She went down the small hallway that connected their bedroom to the kitchen, already regretting that she didn’t put any socks on, and heated some water to make some tea.

There was light coming out under the door of their spare room. When Conor and Y/N had moved in, this room didn’t really have a purpose. So they decided to turn it into a bit of an office slash room for Conor to practice his singing. Now, there was a piano, a desk and a sofa in the small room. It really didn’t surprise Y/N to find Conor working on a song this late, it wasn’t unusual. She just really missed him, cuddling up to him in bed, warming herself on his skin. She was really getting cold, so she quickly got back to her room and changed her shorts for a pair of leggings and, finally, put a pair of fuzzy socks on.

As the water was ready, she poured it into two cups, before she carried them to their spare room. The door wasn’t fully closed, so she could open it with a little bump of her hip. The sight in front of her warmed her heart.

Conor was sitting on his piano, his eyes closed, playing a calm tune. His lips were curled into the little content smile that had Y/N fall in love with him all over again. She smiled instantly, setting the cups down lightly on the desk. She moved over, carefully sitting down on the piano bench next to him. She watched as his fingers danced across the keys until the beautiful tune finally came to a close. Way too soon for her liking, to be honest.

“Hey babe”, Conor whispered as he had opened his eyes again.

“Hey”, Y/N replied before she hugged him. His arm found its way around her waist almost instantly, pulling her into his side.

“Missed you”, Y/N said, although her voice was a bit muffled since she was hiding her face in the crook of Conor’s neck.

“Sorry”, Conor chuckled, “but that’s been in my head for way too long.”

“Don’t be sorry”, Y/N said, “I love it when you play, it’s beautiful.”

“Thanks”, Conor said, and as Y/N pulled away from him a little, she could see that he was blushing. She grinned at him, cupping his face in her hands, taking all of him in. He blushed even more at that and tried to look away.

“Don’t look at me like that”, he said, being unusually coy.

“Like what?”, Y/N asked, gently lifting his chin up again. His face felt really warm in her hands now.

“Like I’m the most precious thing you’ve ever seen.”

“You are, though.”

She gently put her lips on his, enjoying the bubbly feeling that always came with kissing him, and connected their foreheads when their lips lost contact. Their breathing mingled, and for a few moments, it was the only sound to be heard because they were both so infatuated with each other.

“I love you”, Conor whispered finally.

“I love you, too”, Y/N answered immediately, but her words still didn’t lose their meaning.

Conor brushed his lips against hers for a second, before he kissed them again shortly.

“Seriously, you were looking at me like you were looking at the pizza the waiter brought you for dinner today”, he chuckled, the cheeky spark had returned to his eyes. Y/N giggled.

“Well, I do love you as much as I love pizza”, she said.

“Coming from you, that really means a lot”, Conor said, his hands pulling her into him again.

She loved it how he held her, a feeling of warmth and comfort radiating through her body.

“Oh, wait, I made us a cup of tea”, she said, finally remembering. She reluctantly got up, reaching for the cups and handing one to Conor. 

“Thanks love”, Conor said as he cautiously took a sip. “Perfect drinking temperature.”

They both sipped their beverages, before Y/N curled herself up in a blanket on the sofa, watching Conor as he played the song to her again.

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Boy After Summer - Jack Maynard

Smut: No

Requests are OPEN!

A/N: I hope you like it :)

Masterlist

Wiping the sweat from your brow, you let out a comfortable sigh as you sunk deeper into the lounge chair. Your hotel was full of people who seemed to be coming and going but their busyness never seemed to distract you from enjoying a relax summer holiday. London, England was always at the top of your travel list ever since your dad had taken a business trip there when you were ten and brought you back a skyline painting. The lights captured your attention and the rest was history. Now, fourteen years later, your dream had become reality and your graduation trip was one to remember.

You had been here for a month already and the thought of going back home after the summer finished was one you dreaded. The city had already begun to feel like home and you were surprised you had managed to meet as many people as you had. Feeling the vibration of your phone through the chair, you reached by your thigh to see who had messaged you.

“There’s a party tonight, I’ll pick you up at 9 for pre-drinks.” Smiling at the message, the butterflies in your stomach started as you thought about another night with Jack. 

Jack was the type of boy you knew very well. He had a reputation or at least tried to have one. His friends were always taking shots at his ego yet it always seemed to stay on the same level. He was confident; sometimes cocky but never pushy. You had met him in a club within the first week of your trip and he had been blowing up your phone ever since. You knew in your head it would only be a summer fling as getting too involved with him would only lead to heartbreak; you being the one who walked away worse than the other.

The car ride over to Mikey’s later that night was quiet but a comfortable quiet. You two had grown quite close within a short amount of time, which would only make the end result even harder. His hand was wrapped up in yours as the houses and apartment buildings passed by.

“Come on then, Mikey’s becoming impatient.” Jack said, sliding his phone into his pocket as he undid his seatbelt and began exiting the car.

The night went on as predicted; Jack was by your side, hand in yours as he directed you through the party, saying hello to people passing by. Spectators wondered if Jack had finally decided to settle down but both of you refused to acknowledge the questioning eyes. You were growing fond of Jack and you knew leaving at the end of the summer would only become harder but the thought of ending things with him now made you just as nervous.

The next two months were some of the best of your life. Both you and Jack had decided that exclusively dating each other would only make things harder. You had met a couple of other guys but no one seemed to live up to Jack. He was different and as cliché as it was, you just couldn’t let him go. You knew he was also dating around so when you were to see him, you made sure to only give as much as you got. 

Looking around the hotel room that had begun to feel like home, you tried to picture yourself living anywhere other than here but you struggled to create an in-focus picture. London had captured your heart, moreso than you thought it would, and the thought of leaving it behind pained you.

“I didn’t think it’d be this hard.” Jack expressed as he removed your suitcases from the back of his car. He made you promise you’d allow him to be the last face you saw in London and at the beginning of the summer, you didn’t think it’d matter that much but standing there, face to face, you wouldn’t have it any other way.

The area around you fell silent as Jack wrapped his hand in yours and pulled you towards him. You could have lived in this moment forever but time was ticking and your flight would soon be leaving.

“You know, this summer was one I never expected. I always think of summer as a time to mess around and something not worth taking too seriously. When I met you and we agreed to just have fun, I thought it’d be easy to date other girls as well but I’d sit there on the date, staring at a girl I knew would never be you. I know this is exactly what we were trying to avoid but (y/n), I don’t want to be a boy just for the summer.” You looked into Jack’s piercing blue eyes as he raised his left hand to your cheek. “I fell for you and I fell hard.” Wiping the tear that had fallen with his thumb, he placed his forehead against yours, wrapping his right hand around your waist. 

“I was really hoping you’d say that.” You said, letting out a smile as you pressed your lips against his and suddenly...everything seemed...perfect.

[calmasf]

Imagine...

Being Joe’s best friend but having hardly any chance to talk to him over the past few months because of Strictly and tour.

As soon as he got home from a very long and exhausting tour, the first thing he did was FaceTime you, your face lighting up instantly as you saw his icon pop up on your screen. You answered immediately and was so relieved to finally see him; the two of you spoke for hours and had a great catch up on all the things you’d missed, you learning all about Strictly and Dianne while he listened intently as you told him about your life and work.

[buttercream-squad-imagines]

They’re Going to be Just Fine » Joe Sugg

Request: can you do a joe imagine where the readers getting loads and loads of hate for being with joe and zoe starts worrying that you'll leave him or something but then she sees how much you love each other and realises it probably won't happen?

You were sat in the passenger seat of your boyfriend of eight months’ car on the way to Brighton to visit his sister and her own boyfriend. Paying little attention to Joe, you sat scrolling through twitter and reading the hateful comments you were sent from his fans. The remarks ranged from judgments of your appearance to how you were only using Joe to get more followers and even to how Joe didn’t actually love you and he was going to drop you soon. Even though to anyone else this was absurd, you had always doubted yourself - you struggled a lot with anxiety and depression, especially in your teenage years although Joe was the person who persuaded you to get help.

You were terrified at first, you were always so desperate to get help but the thought of someone confirming your deepest fears scared you away. It took you seven years, but after struggling since you were around 15 years old, you slowly began seeking help. It started with just talking to Joe and his sister Zoe for a few months, but with their help you agreed to see a professional. At the age of 23, you were diagnosed with clinical depression and generalised anxiety disorder and suddenly it was like your worst nightmares had come true. Being diagnosed was like being thrown into the deep end compared to struggling without any actual labels — it was real.

Things started to get better, but as expected, it didn’t last. You had been with Joe for six months when you had finally announced your relationship to the world. You were finally happy — you weren’t struggling as much with depressive thoughts and anxiety attacks and you were comfortable enough within your relationship to make it public, but alas your content just couldn’t last.

“Y/N?” Joe called pulling you out of your haze. You hummed in reply, acknowledging him only for him to look at you with a questioning gaze. “Are you alright?”

“What?” You asked surprised. “Yeah, I’m fine. Why?”

“You just seem a bit out of it.” He commented warily.

“Just a bit tired, that’s all.” You brushed his concern off nonchalantly.

“We’re almost there. You can have a nap when we get there, Zoe and Alfie won’t mind.” He told you.

“No, it’s fine.” You protested but you were quickly shut down by Joe’s hardening stare. “Okay, fine.”

“Y/N!” Zoe squealed, running towards you and engulfing you into an embrace.

“Hey.” You spoke quietly. She immediately retracted, looking at you with concern in her eyes.

“She’s a bit knackered, Zo, I told her to head off to bed for a while.” Joe told his sister.

“Right.” She responded, not fully convinced that you were just tired. “You know where the guest room is.”

“I’ll come up with you to take our stuff.” Your boyfriend smiled. You both headed upstairs and Joe placed your bags on the floor whilst you climbed beneath the bed sheets. You shut your eyes and felt Joe kiss your forehead. “I’ll wake you up in an hour, get some rest now.”

You were not allowed to experience the sweet surrender of sleep though due to the mass of thoughts about the hate that flowed through your head. Downstairs, Zoe had voiced her concern to Alfie whilst Joe was editing a video in the living room.

“Maybe she is telling the truth, Zo.” Alfie suggested. “She does look exhausted.”

“I know that look, Alf.” She sighed. “Do you think it’s the hate?”

“What hate?” He questioned in confusion.

“You haven’t seen it?” She frowned. Alfie shook his head and she pulled up Twitter to show him. “I’m really worried for her, what if she thinks it’s too much? What if she leaves Joe? He’s finally found a girl he wants to be with, it’ll devastate him if she leaves.”

They were interrupted when you stumbled into the living room and collapsed next to Joe.

“I thought you were going to sleep.” He chuckled, closing his laptop and wrapping his arms around his tired girlfriend.

“I couldn’t sleep without you there.” You mumbled but the three all heard the words clear as day. “I missed you too much. Please don’t leave me.”

“Never.” He spoke lovingly as you buried your head into his chest. He stared down at you, running his fingers through your hair and placed a kiss on the top of your forehead.

“I love you.” You whispered sleepily before falling asleep.

“I love you too.” He smiled to himself, but you were long gone by then.

“I think they’re going to be just fine.” Alfie grinned wrapping his arm around his own girlfriend.

[marvel-mendess]

Wrongful attraction - Byron Langley

Request: Heeey, can you please do a teacher Byron imagine, where he lectures at the reader’s college and they have to watch out to stay together. Thank you soooo much

Word count: 1,134

Smut: implied

A/N: I’m so sorry this is short & probably not the best, but if you want a second part please feel free to request it and I’ll write one! I hope you like it :) 

Pairing: Teacher Byron x Student Y/N

Requests are open!

Y/N POV

Summer coming to an end means another school year right around the corner. In honor of our last weekend of freedom, my friends and I decided to go to the best bar in town to forget about the stress that is about to come. Wearing my favourite pair of black jeans with a low-cut navy one piece and my thigh high black boots, I felt great which meant for a good night. Applying the finishing touches to my makeup I hear my best friend (Y/B/F/N) yell at me to come outside as the Uber was already waiting for us.

-AT DRAMA

After a couple badly sang songs, the Uber finally pulls up outside of DRAMA . After bidding thanks to our Uber driver, the girls and I make beeline for the bar.

A couple of hours have passed by and (Y/B/F/N)’s idea of making us take shots after shots was probably not her brightest idea as I’m now experiencing the room spin.

-NEXT MORNING//Monday

Waking up the first thing I noticed was my head pounding, the second was that I definitely wasn’t in my bed and the third was that I was definitely naked. Slowly looking to my right I realized that I was in fact not alone either. Reaching for my phone I see that (Y/B/F/N) has sent me 17 “where are you text” as well as some texts wondering if I was in fact still alive. Shooting her a text reassuring her that i am still alive & breathing, I decide to order myself a Uber back to my flat, before mystery man wakes up. I did not want to do one of those awkward “hello” after a one night stand. Getting out of bed was a struggle as this man’s tan arm was around my waist yet, after many attempts I finally manage to wiggle my way out and start collecting my clothes while quietly putting them on. Slowly but surely I make my way outside in the hall of his apartment without waking him up. Letting out a breath of relief I walk towards the elevator to reach my Uber driver that is waiting for me outside.

As soon as my Uber driver reaches my flat I start rushing to get ready for my first class of the day; History. Pulling my hair in a messy bun, taking off last nights makeup off of my face and dressing in leggings and a sweater with my trusty pair of vans I look at myself over in the mirror and consider myself presentable (enough) for the day. Grabbing my backpack and my laptop I go outside and start speed walking to school. Good thing I only live 1 block away from my university if not I definitely would be late.

Looking at my phone it's now 10:10am which means i’m officially 10 minutes late so that calls for some light jogging. Bursting through the doors of my first class I realized that i didn’t even need to speed walk as the teacher himself was late. I search for (Y/B/F/N) as I reckon she sent me a text saying she saved me a spot. I find her in the mass of students and start walking towards the seat she reserved for me. I hear doors opening behind me which means only 1 thing; the teacher has finally made an appearance. 

Deciding on ignoring wha was happening behind me and making my way towards my friend without tripping over someones backpack, I don’t realize the look of shock she sends my way.

“ Hey sorry I was late, I was at this-“

“(Y/N)!” (Y/B/F/N) says in a tone of panic

“ wassup? what? do you think your pregnant again? oh no don’t tell me you hooked up with Johnny again!”

“No, it's even worse!”

“Well what is it?” I saw slightly getting annoyed

“Look in front of the class”

And that's when my whole world stopped for what seemed like forever.

In front of the class was the guy I ended up in bed with, naked.

I slept with my History teacher.

BYRON’S POV

Bloody hell. That was the first thought that went through my mind when i woke up this morning. My head was pounding and I had the biggest hangover of life. My eyes are wide open as soon as I realize that today was monday and I had work to go to. Turning over to apologize to the girl I brought back with me last night I came face to face with an empty & cold bed. Lifting myself up a little and looking around my room I realize that she in fact left this morning without even saying anything. Bloody hell, I didn’t even have the chance to get her number. “I’m a mess that cant even do hookups right” I say to no one in particular as I lived alone.

Looking over at my alarm clock, I realize that I have 10 minutes to get up and leave for work or else ill officially be late for my first day of work.

“Being late on your first day of work is so classy of you Byron” I said to myself out loud with a long sigh following right after. 

Getting up I decide that a shower and then coffee would be the best decision to do now even if it does make me late. Rather look awake then go to work looking like I just rolled out of the bar.

-10 MINUTES LATER

Walking towards the University I realize that I am officially 20 minutes late and that my students are probably already annoyed with me or even gone at this point. Speed walking a little, I finally make it to the front of the building. I take in a huge breath of air in a way of mentally preparing myself to see all my students gone and that’s when I decide to walk in.

All talking stop as many pairs of eyes stare at me while I walk to the front of the class. The students must have put two and two together and realize that their teacher finally showed up which prompts them to start taking their writing utilities out of their book bag and get ready to listen to the first lecture of the semester. 

After settling myself in, slowly but surely as i’m hungover and completely unprepared for this first day, I look around the classroom to see what I will be working with this semester and I am met with a class full of third year students, yet my breathing stops at one student in particular.

Her.

The girl from last night. Oh no. My eyes widen a little and my heart goes to my stomach, she was the girl I ended up with last night.

I slept with one of my students.

I stare at her a little longer and watch as her friend from last night starts talking to her in a panic. She must know who I am which is definitely not good. The girl I brought back to my flat turns around and looks at me with the same shocked appearance I was sporting a couple of seconds earlier.

Oh fuck this won’t be good…

[suggxlangley]

Welcome. {Jack Maynard}

Request: Helllo, so I know it’s a little overdone, but could you please write one with that were more than just friends prompt with jjack please x

Request: hey, can you please do an imagine where you’re friends with the boys and you need to be in London because of your job so you move in with one of them but jack is low key gutted that it wasn’t him and you all get drunk one night and he spills the beans! Thank you x

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“Happpy welcome to London, Y/N”, Conor yelled out cheering his cup with the small group of the boys and your friends. “London is very honoured to have you, and we hope you never leave”, he added as the group cheered and people resumed dancing. You had lived in a small town just over an hour out, but recently you had decided that you needed to move for more opportunities. You had been friends with the boys for a few years now and were always travelling to and from the city, so you go to hang out with them quiet a bit. Because you had to move on such short notice you had decided it would be easiest to move in with Conor, as he had a spare room which you could use straight away. Besides you got along well with the boys, and Conor was one of your best friends. The group had organised you a surprise welcoming party, which brings you back to now, 40 people dancing around in your new apartment.

You were enjoying the night dancing around with anyone who was near you, who happened to be Byron. You probably were dancing too close too him, as you could feel a someone’s gaze following you as you moved. Eventually after you were dancing around, you placed an arm on Byron’s shoulder bringing him closer as you danced, but he gently moved your arm with a chuckle. “ Y/N, you’re drunk”, he laughed leading you to the kitchen to get some water. He helped you on to a stool.

“You’re just jealous you didn’t get a party”, you whined as you drank the water begrudgingly.

“Hang tight, I’m gonna go help Con”, he said patting your back heading off to help Conor who had some how wedged himself in the gap between the wall and cupboard.

You swung your legs looking for someone to talk to when you heard a glass shatter, turning your attention to your right. Where a guilty looking Jack was trying to clean up the glass on the floor. “Oh Jack, you silly sponge”, you joked as you passed him a bag and some towels.

He smiled weakly and thanked you as he continued cleaning. “’M sorry”, he murmured.

“Ah don’t be it was Conor’s anyway.” You said shooting him a wink, but he avoided your gaze.

“Ah fuck”, he hissed as he cut his hand on a piece of glass.

“Shit Jack come here.” You ushered handing him a towel and putting the rest of the glass safely out of your guest’s way. “Umm, I have a first aid kit in my bathroom c’mon.” You said signalling for him to follow you.

Once you reached your room the music was muffled, and you suddenly became aware of how drunk you were. You fumbled as you searched for the kit whilst Jack ran his hand under the tap. Once you found it you carefully cleaned the cut focusing hard and placed a bandage on it. You admired your work, proud of your achievements considered you current state. “And it’s all fixed!”, you said lightly as you pretended to kiss it better. Jack stayed quiet. You knew he was drunk but something was bothering him. “Hmm is everything ok Jack”, you asked as you sat on the edge of your bed.

He paused for a moment looking down, “hmm nothing, c’mon let’s get you back to your party”, he said weakly with a fake smile.

“Jack, you can tell me, you’re my best friend for pete’s sake”, you said glaring at your friend who was leaning against the doorframe.

“I thought Conor was your bestfriend”, he mumbled. His eyes were dull and he seemed genuinely hurt.

“I said his like my best friend, you’re my best friend. Seriously what’s up”, you said sterner.

“Nothing, it’s fine. Sorry c’mon let’s go back”, he said trying to change the topic.

“Really Jack! You’re obviously not ok, let me help you”, you whined.

“Y/N look I really don’t think you can help me on this one”, he said defeated.

You had moved closer to him and were blocking the door out with your body. “Look buddy, we’re not leaving till we sort this out”, you said.

He stayed silent for a moment, with an expression on his face that you couldn’t read. “Oh, fuck it, Y/N that’s the problem. We’re just friends I’d do anything for you, but here you are moving in with Conor, or dancing with Byron. Honestly, I don’t blame you, what do I have compared to them. And then you come back, and you do this, you make me think we have a chance and I just wish you’d acknowledge your feeling Y/N.” He spoke honestly as he moved closer to you, his body was now close enough for you to smell the alcohol on his breath, but also see the sincerity in his eyes.

“Oh Jack,” you started, but you were cut off as Jack walked closer to you once again placing his hands on your waist gently pushing you against the door.

“Y/N you know there’s something here, this, us”, he stressed the syllables as his hot breath washed over your face. “We’re more than just friends and you fucking know it.” The air was thick with tension. “Pick me.” And that was all you needed to crash your lips into his finally acknowledging what you had been to afraid of.

You woke up the next morning, tangled in Jack’s arms, your head pounded at the light that poured in through your window. Jack had noticed you shifting and awoken, dragging you back to bed. “Morning love”, he said pressing a sweet kiss to your lips.

You smiled into it, “I’m sorry I confused you like that, I’ve always liked you, but I didn’t want to risk our friendship. You mean so much to me and I don’t want to lose you, but I’m game to give this a shot if you are,” you smiled. Jack grinned back at you pulling you in tighter, happy he finally got to be with the girl of his dreams.

[weekendsugg]

not my lover boy // joe sugg imagine

blurb: you were tired of being hung up over joe, so you tried to go get over him. word count: 3822

hello! here’s my second imagine and it’s a joe imagine woo! i know i’m not that good at writing just yet but i fell out of practice so please send in requests so i can write them!! 

“Casp?” You called out into the open doorway of the blonde boy’s flat, not particularly waiting for anyone to let you in as you were perfectly capable of doing so yourself. You were just announcing your presence.

“Y/N? Is that you?” Josh called out from the kitchen as you threw your stuff down on the couch and headed over to the counter to snack on whatever Josh was making.

“Nope” You said, popping the p as you threw a crisp into your mouth and watched him roll his eyes.

“Is there a particular reason you’re here eating my food, or..?” Josh asked, trailing off waiting for your response. You exaggerated a fake gasp, putting a hand over your heart as if his comment affected you.

“Have you ever considered the possibility that I just came to visit my two childhood best friends?” You cried out, referring to Caspar and Josh. You had grown up in Knysna with the two boys and moved out to London around the same time Caspar did for University. Josh followed a few years after, reuniting your trio.

“I’ve considered it, ruled it out though” Josh said, moving towards the couch with you following him.

“I’m here practically every day, just admit you love me Josh.” You said while making kissing faces at the ginger and plopping down on the coach besides him.

“Get a life, Y/N” He laughed out, trying to dodge you. You and Josh had a brother-sister relationship and it was comforting to not have to take him so seriously. You knew he loved you and he knew you loved him no matter how much the two of you teased each other.

“Where’s Caspar anyways? He said he wanted to book the flights for the summer holiday and needed me to bring by my passport” You asked while snatching the television remote out of Josh’s hand.

“He should be back soon, him and Joe went out for lunch.” Josh said, newly engrossed into the film you had randomly chosen to play on the screen.

Your ears perked up at the sound of Joe’s name. It was no secret to the buttercream boys about your feelings for Joe, literally all of them knew except for Joe. The fact that they managed to keep it a secret from him was a miracle in itself.

Joe was, and has always been, a fantasy. Your biggest fantasy, in fact. There was no hope of anything going on between the two of you. Of course you were close with him and the two of you had an amazing friendship, but you’ve seen the girls he’s been into. You’ve seen the girls he brings home and you’re not like any of them in the slightest.

“So uhm, is Joe coming back too?” You asked, not trying to sound too eager.

“Don’t you worry, Y/N. Your little lover boy is coming by too, so you won’t have completely wasted a trip to come and visit us.” Josh laughed.

“He’s not my lover boy!” You groaned out, pulling a throw pillow off the couch and hiding your face in it.

“Liar.” The smirk on Josh’s face was practically audible. “NO! If Joe was my ‘lover boy,’ I wouldn’t be going out on a second date tonight, now would I?!” You exclaimed, but quickly regretted doing so as soon as the words left your mouth. It was true that you had a tinder date tonight but you didn’t want to tell the boys about it. They would take the complete piss out of it and you didn’t really want to deal with them unless it was something serious. And so far, it wasn’t. You had only gone on one date with the guy, you hadn’t even been 100% sure if you wanted to go on a second but here you were. You knew deep down you were just forcing yourself to get over your feelings for Joe but putting yourself out there for the first time in ages.

“Bullshit!” Josh cried out, putting his bowl of crisps on the table and turning to look at you.

“Piss off.” You said, rolling your eyes and sinking deeper in the couch.

“Holy shit! You have a date tonight!” He exclaimed wide eyed.

“Stop making such a big deal out of nothing, you loser.”

And that’s when you heard the door open and you knew Caspar and Joe had arrived

“Casp! Guess who has a date tonight?!” Josh called out as soon as the door shut and you heard the sound of the keys hitting the kitchen counter.

“Who has a date tonight?” Caspar asked

“Well we know it’s not Mikey, not don’t we?” Joe walked in behind Caspar, laughing at his own crack at Mikey.

“It’s Y/N!” Josh answered. It was safe to say that your cheeks were as red as Josh’s hair.

“Y/N? Bullshit!” Caspar laughed out, slightly offending you.

“Why is it such a shock that I’ve managed to get myself a date?!” You exclaimed.

“Not that you managed to get yourself a date, that you’re actually going on it.” Caspar explained

“Oh shut it, I met him on tinder and he seems like a nice guy.”  You snapped at the blonde boy.

“You’re on tinder?” Joe asked, completely out of the blue.

You frowned, he usually doesn’t ask things like that, the two of you had an unspoken agreement to not comment on each others love lives. He always pitied you when the boys teased you so he’d lay off. You, however, had a different reason for not prying. To be frank, you didn’t want to know what girls he was bringing home from the club because it would probably break your heart.

“So what if I am?” You hesitated because you felt embarrassed admitting it. You didn’t know why, you knew all the boys had tinder. Though your response actually had Joe flusted.

“Oh uhm. Nothing, I was- I’m just wondering. You never mentioned it.” He stuttered out.

“I wasn’t really planning on it. Josh are you even capable of keeping your mouth shut?” You groaned out, turning your head to the ginger who was still eating his food comfortably on the couch while still managing to embarrass you in front of your crush.

“I don’t think it’s my mouth we need to be worrying about tonight, Y/N” Josh giggled out, obviously proud of himself. Caspar found Josh’s joke hilarious but Joe stayed quiet, obviously not interested in anything to do with my love life. Why would he be?

“Oh, piss off you two.” You groaned and got up grabbing your keys. Your flat was only 2 floors above theirs and you needed to start getting ready for the night.

“Getting ready for tonight already?” Caspar teased as you put your shoes on

“I need to go anyways, my passports on your desk. I’ll come by tomorrow to check up on you lot” You said

“Don’t be too wild tonight, Y/N” Josh giggled, obviously still proud at himself for his lame jokes.

“Fuck off, Pieters.” And with that, you walked out the door.

+++++++

Your date, Matthew, was due to come pick you up in about 15 minutes and you still couldn’t find your shoes anywhere. He was taking you clubbing and you were quite excited to get some drinks in your system and convince yourself that you weren’t settling. Suddenly, you remembered that you left your clubbing heels at Caspar and Josh’s flat from the last time you went to the club with the boys.

“Shit.” You murmured to yourself. You had yet to put on any of your jewelry and had barely finished your make up. You had thrown your up in a high pony tail to compliment your dress and decided to just put on your jewelry downstairs at the boys flat.

You gathered all the things you needed for the night, and locked up the flat so you could head downstairs to the boys’ place.

The door was unlocked at their flat so obviously you just walked in. One of these days, these boys are going to get robbed if they keep leaving their door open.

“Hello!” You called out, walking towards the coat closet in hopes of finding your shoes.

“Y/N? Thought you had a date?” Caspar called out over the sounds of what was most definitely a game of Fifa. You walked over to the living room to see the three boys staring intently at the TV in front of them.

“Have you seen my black heels? I left them here the other week.” You asked, growing impatient. Caspar paused the game and then the three of them turned their head to you.

Once they saw you, their jaws practically dropped. You were wearing a black bodycon dress with mesh going down the middle and surrounding the bottom of your chest. The boys never really saw you dressed up like this, as you put in a little extra effort for the date.

“Bloody hell, Y/N…” Joe said, looking you up and down. You smiled at him, butterflies erupting in your stomach as you saw the way he was looking at you. ‘You’re not really thinking about Joe while you’re about to go on a date with another boy, are you?’ You thought to yourself.

“Why do you look like you’re about to go clubbing or something, thought you had a date?” Josh asked.

“She sure doesn’t dress like that when she goes clubbing with us.” Caspar laughed out just as your phone vibrated in your hand. It was a message from Matthew letting you know he’s downstairs.

“My shoes? Where are they? He’s just texted me to go downstairs!” You questioned, growing annoyed. You were putting your earrings on as you scolded the boys, multitasking at your best.

“Bloody hell, Y/N. He’s not even going to come to the door.” Josh groaned in disapproval. He had always been protective of you, and had the highest of expectations when it came to boys you were dating.

“My shoes!” You reminded them, growing more and more impatient by the second.

“Uh, I think I saw them in the other room. Here, I’ll show you.” Joe said, getting up and motioning you towards the guest room.

Trailing behind him, you noticed that he’d been quiet all day. Joe is usually talkative, but he had hardly spoken four words to you all day. He reached into the closet and rummaged around for a few moments before pulling out your heels.

“I hid in here during a prank last week and I saw them.” He explained, handing them to you.

“You and your pranks, Sugg.” You laughed while thanking him for the shoes, quickly putting them on. You took pulled a necklace from your clutch, one Joe had actually gotten your for your past birthday.

“Put this on for me?” You asked, holding out the necklace.

“Uh-yeah of course.” He stuttered, hesitating for a moment before taking the simple piece of silver from your hands.

He stepped up behind you, pushing himself against your back as you tilted your head and pulled your hair to the side. Your breathing was ragged and you could tell his was too. You could literally feel his heartbeat against your back and you knew that your heart was beating out of your chest. The feeling was enough to make yo shut your eyes. It was like the moment was in slow motion, he even took his sweet time clasping the necklace shut. Once he was done, you could feel his fingers lingering and his hot breath hitting  the nape of your neck. It gave you goosebumps to say the least.

“Joe.” You breathed out, but he didn’t move. You didn’t want him to.

“Don’t go.” He hummed into your ear, loud enough so it was only audible for the two of you. Your turned around and faced him in lighting speed and looked at him with wide eyes.

“What?” You gasped, holding eye contact with him for what felt like eternity until he cleared his throat and turned away. “Sorry, uhm. I mean, you should go. Because he’s here.” Joe mumbled out not able to look you in the eyes.

“He’s uh… Yeah, he’s here.” You told Joe, not able to move from your spot

You looked into Joe’s eyes for the first time that night and they looked different. Like they were longing for something, like they were experiencing the most excruciating pain in existence.

“You should go then.” He nodded, and just as quick as it came, the look in his eyes went away.

You looked down and nodded, before moving past him and leaving the flat without another word.

+++++

Joe’s POV

As soon as I heard the door shut after her, I slammed the wall. Definitely a low moment of mine, I must admit.

“Damnit!” I yelled, and then immediately felt the sting against my palm.

“Mate? You alright?” Caspar called out, I could hear him pausing the game of FIFA.

I walked out of the room and towards the couch, plopping down at the end of it.

“No! I just let her walk away. We had this… this moment, and I let her walk away and straight into the arms of some other guy.” I groaned, practically pulling my hair out in stress.

“Honestly, I don’t know why you won’t just tell her how you feel.” Josh commented, nonchalantly.

“Because obviously she doesn’t feel the same way, she would’ve said something by now. All I do is flirt with her left and right.” I said sadly.

Caspar and Josh looked at each other and then back at me.

“She’s fucking in love with you, mate. What are you on about?” Caspar asked cautiously.

I stayed quiet, not being able to believe my own ears. Surely I must’ve heard him wrong.

“What?” I asked

“Oh for fuck sake Joe! Y/N is literally so in love with you and you won’t make a real move on the girl. She was just tired of sitting around and hoping you would.” Josh sighed.

I shook my head in disbelief, this wasn’t happening. I hadn’t driven her away, that’s not possible.

“There’s no way.” I said

Caspar sighed before getting up and grabbing our coats, throwing them at us.

“Come on mate, let’s go get a drink.”

+++

When Caspar called the rest of the boys and we decided to meet at DRAMA, the club a few blocks away from Jack’s flat, I had expected to just drown the knowledge that I had just let go the girl of my dreams with as much alcohol as I could get my hands on. Not to be watching her on a date with some other guy.

You heard it here first, Y/N and her stupid date decided to come to DRAMA. Who even takes a girl on a date to a nightclub? Beats me, that’s for sure. But regardless, I was fuming. She had seen us and gave a wave in our direction a little earlier in the night but the thought of his hands on her had me raging.

Usually when we bring her out clubbing, she stays with us. I’ve never actually seen her with a boy that wasn’t us. At least, I hadn’t seen her dance with a boy that wasn’t us. But all I knew was that right now, I couldn’t take my eyes off her. More specifically I couldn’t take my eyes off the hands that were on her waist. I couldn’t help but wish it was me who had her dancing against me, it should be me whispering things in her ear, I should be the one making her laugh. It was taking every ounce of self restraint to not rip her out of his arms and it’s going to be the death of me.

++++ Y/N POV

Matthew’s a prick. He’s drunk and touchy and you honestly would do anything to get away from him. The truth of it was, you couldn’t stop thinking about Joe. Which isn’t unusual for you, but it was different this time. Maybe it was the smallest bit of hope in you but you could’ve sworn the two of you had a moment. A real moment.

Plus, you couldn’t help but notice Joe staring at you. Ever since the boys came into the club, you were relived. But you’ve been too scared to leave Matthew, he kept getting touchier and touchier and you’ve never felt so uncomfortable on a date.

You had told Matthew that you needed to use the washroom, but you went and found Caspar instead. He was sitting in a booth with Jack and Conor, the other boys nowhere to be found. Except for Joe, he was sat at the bar.

‘What are you guys doing here?” You hissed at none of them in particular, sliding in next to Conor.

“Lovely to see you as always, Y/N.” Conor laughed, giving you a kiss on the cheek.

“Would you like to tell me what exactly you’re doing here?” You said, batting your eyelashes to the elder Maynard. He rolled his eyes and sighed.

“We wanted to bring Joe out so he could get over the fact that you were on a date with some douchebag. So we thought we’d bring him out to the place you were on a date with said douchebag with the selfish hope that he would admit his undying love for you, what’s new?” Conor recited, completely monotoned. He might’ve sounded like he knew what he was talking about, but what he said put you in total shock.

“Joe- He what?” You gasped, unable to put what you were thinking into words.

“He’s madly in love with you, Y/N!” Jack exclaimed

“Honestly, can’t you see the way he’s looking at you? He’s about to rip your dates head off. Speaking of, how’s the date going?” Caspar added

“Awful, he won’t stop trying to take me home with him.” You said, shaking your head in disgust.

“Well, Joe’s over there. Go tell your lover boy and the two of you could live happily ever after.” Conor said

You thought about it and smiled to yourself.  Part of you secretly enjoyed the looks you were getting from Joe. It was as if he was jealous, and you were living for every second of it. If dancing up against some overly-touchy, annoying drunk douchebag was all it took for Joe to get jealous over you? Done. It’ll just be like uni parties all over again.

“I will. Let me just get a bit more out of him.” You smirked, winking at Jack who was sitting right in front of you.

“You’re the worst Y/N. I love it.” He laughed.

You smiled at the three boys one last time and went back on the dance floor. God, was this boy a pig. As soon as you got to him he took you by the waist and started dancing with you. Which you wouldn’t mind if it was someone else, but just the thought of Matthew was starting to repulse you. Let alone drunk Matthew. He was alright when you went to dinner last week but you were starting to question your judgement.

You looked over behind your shoulder as you were dancing, and there he was. Joe Sugg, sitting at the bar, staring at you. A pint was in hand and you’d never seen him like this, so intense. The stare was full of something, neither of you could look away. Then you smiled at him, and he smiled back.

But that was when Matthew pulled you closer against his chest and started kissing down your neck. The smile on Joe’s face fell almost immediately causing the smile on your face to fall as well.

“Matthew,” You started in protest, trying to move away from him but his grip on your waist got a little tighter.

“It’s alright, baby.” He whispered into your ear, but you thought back to when Joe whispered in your ear earlier that night. Asking you to stay with him.

Joe. He’s what you wanted, and you were done walking around the conversation. Once you got the chance, you were gonna tell him how you feel. One way or another.

You kept trying to wiggle out of Matthew’s arms but the grip he had on you was too strong. Then, you turned your head swiftly and looked at Joe. His face was full of concern and hurt, but as soon as you mouthed the words help to him, he was up and on his way to you in a heartbeat.

“Get off her.” He said firmly to Matthew. Matthew let go of you but came face to face with Joe.

“Mind your own business, would you?” He growled at Joe. Joe took a step forward and got right into his face.

“Get. The. Hell. Away. From. My. Girl.” You’d never seen Joe so angry before and you were scared he was going to start a fight and get you all kicked out. So you stepped in, but not ignoring the fact that he called you his girl.

“Joe, we should go.” You said quietly, putting your hand gently on his shoulder and watching him visibly relax.

“Y/N?” Matthew asked, clearly confused.


“I should take him home.” You said to him, looking apologetic. Then you took Joe’s hand and turned away from Matthew, weaving him through the crowd. Once the two of you reached the front of the club, you stood in silence waiting for the uber. You were leaned up against the brick wall in front of the building and Joe was standing in front of you, looking down.

“Joe-” You started to say but he cut you off by grabbing your face between his hands and kissing you. It was amazing, to say the least. You pulled him closer using his leather jacket, smiling into the kiss. You never thought this moment would happen and you were taking in every last second. The kiss was heated and passionate, like you were the last two people on earth.

Joe pulled away and leaned his forehead against yours as the two of you tried to catch your breath.

“Y/N,” He breathed out, looking into your eyes.

You didn’t let him finish because you grabbed him by the collar and pulled him down to your lips again and kissed him. It was slow and sweet this time, and the feeling of him smiling into the kiss put butterflies in your stomach. But he pulled away again and tried to catch his breath.

“I’m crazy about you.” He whispered whilst his forehead was still leaning against yours, his arm propped up against the wall behind you.

You smiled before saying,

“Took you long enough, Sugg.”

[buttercream-me-up]

Skydive // Jack Maynard

Word Count- 874

Summary- Ever since a young age, you’ve wanted to go skydiving. Now that you finally are, Jack isn’t too fond of the idea.

Warnings; N/A

A/n; uM SO LIKE WOW IT’S BEEN A WHILE. I’ve decided that while I hardly find inspiration to write anymore, I’m probably not going to delete this blog, because I’ve put time & effort into this blog and even though my posting will be rare, I’ll still try to finish all my requests as they come. So sorry this has taken so long, but tbh, I’m surprised I wrote it at all.

Requested; Yes

req;  One of the Maynard's, "just... come back alive, okay?" And "please, you can't die now" idk if it sent but I wanted to add to the one I sent earlier..... 😬

prompt 1;  "just... come back alive, okay?" 

prompt 2;  "please, you can't die now"

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“Oh please, Jack. I’ll be fine.” You said, rolling your eyes as you slipped your arms through the sleeves of your jacket. “What if something goes wrong, Y/N?” He asked, worriedly. “Jack, honestly, these people do this for a living. I highly, highly doubt anything will go wrong.” You said, exasperated. “That’s not certain, Y/N!” You ignored him, rolling your eyes and zipped up your jacket. “Don’t go..” He muttered, defeated, and you whipped around, angrily. “What is your problem? I’ve been talking about doing this for ages, since we were 9 years old, Jack! Why does it matter so much now? Why didn’t you say anything before, I’ve been planning this for 12 years, why bring it up now?!” You yelled, annoyed. He stayed quiet.

You and Jack had been friends since your early years; 5 or 6, maybe. Ever since you were young, the sky had fascinated you. It was something you could never truly understand; and it intrigued you to no limits. It called to you, in a sense. Some said you were crazy for thinking so, but you knew what you truly wanted to do. When you turned 9 years old, you promised yourself that one day, you’d satisfy your burning desire to explore the sky.

Jack, on the other hand, wasn’t as excited as you were. He trusted flying, of course, he flew on planes all the time, it was a huge part of his job as a youtuber. This was different. It wasn’t the fact you were going to be in the air on a plane travelling to a nice, safe location. No, it was something else that was bothering him. It was the part about jumping out of a moving aircraft several thousand feet above the ground and falling at an alarming rate towards the ground, that was worrying him.

You’d vowed to yourself from the young age of 9 years old, that on your 21st birthday, you were going to Skydive.

Your best friends refused to let you go at it alone, of course. They said they’d come as well, and you’d have a party of sorts. Jack was invited too, and you’d even paid for a ticket for him, though he refused to jump out of a moving plane. He thought it was ridiculous- but you brushed it off. Twelve years of planning and waiting later, it was the big day, and nothing would ruin your mood. When you’d woken up, you could hardly contain your excitement, the smile on your face the brightest it had been in years. The morning could not have been more perfect; Jack had made you breakfast, but only as you’d mentioned today’s adventure, did the day go sour. Hence why you were fighting with Jack now.

You turned and grabbed the doorknob, opening the door gently. You stepped out, about to close it behind you when Jack began to mutter. You had to pause and take a minute to register what he’d said. “I’m just worried about you.” You sighed, pushing the door open and meeting Jack face to face. He took a deep breath, looking you in the eye, and you could see just how scared he was. It made your heart wrench in your chest. “Just... come back alive, okay? Please, you can't die now.” “I promise you Jack, I’ll be fine.” You assured him, pulling him in for a gentle kiss.

“I’ll text you when we get there, and when we land, okay?” You told him, caressing his cheek gently. He nodded, and smiled. You could see it in his eyes he was still nervous, but trying to be strong for you. “Have fun, love.” You smiled too, and gave him one last quick peck on the lips before grabbing your bag and heading out the door. You’d made it to the parking lot, and decided to text your friends, letting them know you were about to leave. ‘Leaving now. See you in 15.’ You’d sent, the smile never leaving your face. This was it, you were actually doing this. You couldn’t believe it.

You’d climbed into the car, and began to pull out of the lot, when you heard him. “Wait!” Jack called, running out after you with his coat and shoes on. “What are you doing?” You asked him, surprised. “Do you still have that extra ticket?” He asked, slightly out of breath. You furrowed your brows in confusion, “Yeah?” “Can I tag along, then?” He asked, a cheeky grin on his face. 

You blinked, not expecting that. You didn’t know what to expect, but it certainly hadn’t been that. “I thought you didn’t want to risk your life jumping out of a plane?” You asked, smirking in amusement. “Yeah well, I’d be a pretty shitty boyfriend and best friend if I didn’t help my girlfriend fulfill her lifelong wish- and on her birthday, nonetheless.” “Hop in, lover-boy.” You said, unlocking the door.

You were ecstatic, and as you drove to the takeoff point, you absolutely couldn’t wait. Finally, after 12 long years, you were going to skydive, and you got to do it with all your best friends and your loving boyfriend. You couldn’t have asked for a better birthday present.

[imagineabuttercream]

Bubble Gum (Joe x Reader)

*pop* The bubble you had blown with your favorite bright pink bubble gum popped, echoing through the flat.

"Truth or dare." Caspar called out. "Earth to Joe! Truth or dare." Everyone laughed, the group all being a few drinks in.

"Shit, sorry. Umm, truth." Joe answered, his cheeks going a bit pink.

"Last time you had a wet dream?" Conor shot out.

"Oh, fuck me. Dare! I pick dare!" Joe laughed. *Pop* you popped another bubble.

"Oi, you picked truth!" Jack replied.

"Last week." He admitted, his eyes watching your lips form another bubble. "I had a dream about one of my friends."

"Who was it?" Mikey laughed. Joe was too busy watching you blow bubbles to hear him.

"I think it's obvious." Oli chuckled.

"Oh, shut up, guys." you laughed, Joe finally snapping out of it. *pop*

"What?" he asked, looking around.

The boys all bust up laughing, Caspar patting Joe on the back. "Nothing, buddy. Your turn to ask someone a truth or dare."

"Oli. Truth or dare?" Joe asked, his eyes still on your lips.

*Pop* "Dare", Oli replied.

"What did you pick?" Joe asked, his face turning to face Oli.

"You're so drunk." Josh laughed. "He said dare."

"I've had two drinks!" Joe replied. "Dare, yeah? I dare you to tweet your crush." *pop*

"Oh, fuck me." Oli drug his hand down his face. "Fine, but I'm getting you back."

"Sure, mate." Joe laughed, grabbing Oli's phone to look after he posted the tweet.

"Y/n!" Oli smirked. "Truth or Dare?"

"Dare." you smiled. *pop*

"I dare you to kiss your good buddy Suggy over there." Oli pointed at Joe.

Joe's head shot up and he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth. "Don't make her..." Joe started, but you interrupted him.

"I don't mind." you smiled at Joe, noticing his eyes drop to your lips again.

"No?" He asked, scooting towards you.

"Definitely not." you reached up and placed your hand on Joe's cheek.

Joe shot forward and smashed his lips against yours. You were more than happy to make-out with Joe, but you didn't expect him to be so eager. When you finally pulled apart, you ducked your head, embarrassed that the two of you had gotten so caught up in the moment in front of everyone. Your friends cheered and teased the two of you until you made your way back to your separate seats.

"Oh, grow up." you laughed with the group. "Jack, truth or dare?" you continued on a few rounds.

"Oh. My. God." Conor said during a lull in the game, everyone looking to see what he was reacting to. Following his line of sight, you saw Joe. A giant pink bubble growing in front of his face.

*Pop* The noise echoed through the flat. "What?" he asked, oblivious to why we were all staring at him. "What did I do?"

You could feel the heat creep up your cheeks, knowing your face was bright red. "Nothing, love." you laughed, reaching in your purse and grabbing another piece of your favorite bright pink bubble gum.

[peanutbuttercreamjelly]

i have recently seen this with conor but i forgot where, so i can't tag anyone, but i think i want to do them too... so send me a boy and a prompt and i'll write something!

Kisses I want to write about:

Goodbye kisses: Lingering and hard for longer times apart. Ones that curve A’s body against B’s and cause hands to splay against backs. Or short pecks, maybe not even completely on the mouth for short trips to the grocery store. Hello kisses: After long periods apart, these can include A picking up B and spinning them around. Fingers pressing into cheeks, palms cupping necks, and breathless laughs when they finally come up for air. Breathless kisses: A series of short pecks because they need the closeness but they also need air, so. Sometimes smiles come in between, or sometimes its just breath, gasping for the sole purpose of being able to kiss again. Heated kisses: Breath huffing into mouths, angrily or passionately. Hands grabbing at clothing and pulling each other closer. First kisses: Hesitant and nervous. Lips hover inches from each other for a few seconds before they just barely brush. It’s just a soft press, but it ignites their entire bodies. Pinkies link afterwards, still wanting to be close, and each looks down, smiling softly. After sex kisses: Lazy, slow presses. Limbs pressed together, chests heaving. Soft murmurs about what to do for dinner later, fingers trailing down backs, tracing lazy patterns. B rolling onto their back and A trailing their lips down their neck, kissing their shoulder, their chest, anywhere they can think of, memorizing B. Morning kisses: Barely awake kisses that usually end up on jaws or cheeks because A is too tired to land it properly. B makes a sleepy sound and rolls into A, nuzzling their face into their neck, ankles hooking together, while A drapes their arms around B and they fall back asleep for a while. Post-break up kisses: Soft and slow. Hands on each other’s arms in a way that neither can tell if the other is pushing away or pulling closer. The kiss ends with their foreheads pressed together, neither wanting it to be true that this is happening. Christmas kisses: More smile than actual kiss. A holds mistletoe above their heads while B rolls their eyes, but pulls A down by the collar of their ugly Christmas sweater for a heated kiss. A takes B by the waist and walks forward until they are around the corner, away from the prying eyes and hoots of the rest of their friends and family. Comforting kisses: B walks into find A sitting on the bed, shoulders shaking, cheeks wet. A looks up, face looking stricken for a moment. B is shocked, and quietly says A’s name. At this, A breaks, face crumpling, and only barely has time to reach both hands out for B before B is there, kneeling at A’s feet. B takes A’s hands first, kissing their knuckles and palms. Then B reaches up to hold A’s face, pressing soft kisses around their cheeks, their lips, murmuring “it’s okay” and “you’re alright” and “I’m here” in between. “I thought I lost you” kisses: The breath is knocked out of both of them with the force that they collide with. Hands grip the back of t-shirts and palms are pressed up and under shirts, holding them close, feeling the warmth of their skin. Palms are pressed to cheeks, thumbs swiping away tears until their mouths collide messily, the world seeming to disappear around them. “We can’t do this” kisses: Fists clenched, hands shoved into pockets. Brows low or brought together, jaws clenched. A feeling like a magnetic pull between them. Their foreheads press together, their lips brush, just barely, until B pulls away with a shaking exhale, forehead dropping into A’s neck. “Come to bed” kisses: A has their hands on B’s neck, murmuring the phrase softly. A’s hands slide down B’s arms to their hands, lacing their fingers together and slowly starting to pull B towards their bedroom. A continues to pepper B with kisses all the while, trailing them down their jaw and neck. “You look beautiful” kisses: Just a soft press of lips to the temple, resting them there for a moment, then smiling down and telling them as much. “I’ll be right back” kisses: A puts their hands on B’s shoulders from behind them, where they are sat on the couch. He leans down and around, while B turns his head a little, accepting the quick peck. “I missed you” kisses: Long and relentless, holding their body close, arms wrapped completely around their waist. A burying their head in B’s neck and pressing kisses there too. Angry kisses: Hard, gripping. Fists in clothes, shoving each other against walls. Fingers digging into hips. But the kisses always melt away from that. They turn into brushes of lips between shaking breaths, until they’re out of energy and are left just standing there, holding each other, fingers carding through hair. Sad kisses: Almost not a kiss at all. Just holding onto each other tightly, A’s lips pressed to B’s temple, whispering soft words, desperately trying to provide whatever comfort they can. In the dark kisses: The movie plays in the background, but A and B are hardly paying attention from the back row. They kiss soundlessly, long and soft, fingers locked. A’s arm is thrown behind B’s seat, wrist bent to curl their fingers into B’s hair. Dying kisses: A holds B in their arms, panicked, crying. Murmurs of “no, no, no.” Salt on their lips from tears. Voice cracking. Holding on tightly to their shirt, their shoulder, their hand, roughly pulling them against their body, anything to try and keep them tethered to this earth. Kissing them as they die (“no. No, stay awake—“), Kissing them once more even with the life has left their body (No. God, come back. Please, come back. Please, look at me, I’m right here”).

[cursivesugg]

Sick Day || Buttercream

Requests are currently [ CLOSED ]

Masterlist can be found [ HERE ]

Word Count: 1k+

A/N: inspired by the fact that i’m currently dying in bed; enjoy!!xo

“This isn’t what I envisioned when I called Jack and asked him to bring me food.” You mutter under your breath, shoving the metal spoon into your mouth and pushing the ice cream onto the roof of your mouth. Your voice was croaky, and seeing as your nose was clogged up, your voice was a whole lot deeper than it usually was.

As soon as the boys, whom today consisted of Joe, Jack, Josh and Caspar, arrived at your apartment, you were immediately coddled into your duvet and told that you weren’t allowed to move from the sofa in order for you to start getting better. You wanted to be able to roll your eyes and tell them that they were overreacting, but rolling your eyes made your head pound, and talking hurt your throat; and so it’d be a little hypocritical if you did.

“Stop whining, germy.” Jack chuckles, shoving your legs softly through the thick duvet with his foot and grinning at you when you glared at him.

It was a little while later, and you felt as if you were sweating buckets, your eyes had been rubbed red raw and you felt as if you’d been stabbed in the throats multiple times. You couldn’t recall any of your previous pre-summertime flu’s getting quite this bad, although you were sure you told yourself that every year.

“You alright, pretty?” Caspar asks, his eyebrows drawn together in the centre of his forehead as he watched you begin to wriggle in the confides of your duvet. You mumble incoherently, growing more and more frustrated as you try to get yourself out of the duvet, short of breath and wanting to escape from your own skin.

At your erratic movements, the boys jump up and begin to try and calm you down, Josh pushing your hair out of you face, to which it was sticking too, and Joe slowly coaxing you out of the duvet as Jack runs into your bathroom and puts some cold water onto washcloths and Caspar goes to get you a bottle of cold water out of your fridge.

You calmed down after a few seconds, the cold cloth that Jack gently began to wipe across your face causing you to exhale softly in relief and allow your eyes to flutter close at the refreshing feeling. Josh sinks down onto the couch behind you, and allows you to lean back into him when you can’t configure enough energy to hold yourself up anymore.

He runs his hand through your hair, making sure that you didn’t feel suffocated by the thick strands by keeping them away from your neck and face. Jack continues to kneel on the floor beside the couch, the cold cloth continuously being pressed against your skin. You open your eyes groggily when Caspar hands you the bottle of water, smiling weakly in thanks and taking a sip.

Joe was pacing next to your wall of windows, chewing on his nails and constantly glancing back down at you with worry evident on his face. As the oldest, he felt a strange sense of protectiveness over you, even more, when you were sick. In his defense, you’d known each other for a long seven years, and during that time he’d become somewhat of a big brother to you; and so it was a given that when you were this sick, he’d get a little worried.

He eventually managed to calm himself down, and came to take a seat at the other end of the sofa that you were curled up on, running his fingers up and down your bare legs softly.

You open your eyes, covering your mouth as you cough violently for a few seconds before moaning unhappily and pushing your face down against Josh’s leg. Joe frowns, wishing he could do something to help you feel at least a little better, but in reality, there wasn’t much anyone could do to cure a flu, all they could do was wait for it to pass.

You sniffle, circling your legs up further to your chest and reaching for you phone which was sat on the coffee table just within arms reach, using your fingerprint to unlock it and sleepily scrolling through your twitter feed, liking a few tweets from fans who’d figured out by the boys’ tweets and snapchats etc. that you were sick and were sending you their get well wishes.

You’d been scrolling for a while when you came across an amazing piece of art that included you and a few of the other boys, and raised your head to tell them about it but stopping short when you glanced around the room and realised that at some point during your scrolling, they’d felt as if you were peaceful enough to close their eyes and get some sleep themselves.

You giggle to yourself, though with your croaky voice it sounded more like a growl, and reach for Joe’s clogging camera that he’d left on your table, turning it on expertly and panning around the room, keeping your voice quiet as you sink back against josh and begin to talk to the camera. “You see this? This is what happens when you’re a needy sick person and the boys overreact big time.”

You turn off the camera, gently resting it back onto the table and opening up your snapchat, silently moving it all around the room so that each of the boys, including Josh, who was still sat behind you, could be seen. You make sure it’s on mute, so that your croaky breathing couldn’t be heard, and caption the video with ‘snapchat saw it first’.

You lick your cracked lips and wince slightly at the stinging pain, looking around the room and wondering who looked the comfiest. Caspar, who was sat alone on the love seat, looked the most inviting, and so you slowly stand up and walk over to him, picking up your think blanket and cuddling up on the couch, resting your head against his pyjama covered legs and humming softly in content, closing your eyes and feeling yourself drift off to sleep with a small smile on your face as you wondered what the hell you’d do without those boys.

[peanutbuttercreamjelly]

Exclusive - Jack Maynard

“You mean, exclusive?”

Y/N felt as if she had to throw up. The music seemed to fade away, only because it wasn’t important anymore. The only thing she could focus on was him. And the girl who was grinding on him. Jack had his arms around a petite blonde, pressing her hips flush against his own, swaying to the beat that seemed like background noise to Y/N now.

Conor, who had been dancing next to her, noticed her stopping in her tracks. 

“What’s wrong?”, he loudly asked so she’d hear him. He noticed how she glanced at his brother.

“I need some air”, Y/N said and made her way through the dancing crowd without looking back.

When she finally reached the smoking area outside, she desperately tried to fight the tears that threatened to spill. Y/N wasn’t even sure why she felt that way. She shouldn’t feel jealous, she shouldn’t feel sad and angry, but that confused her even more. They had hooked up a few times, when they both went home drunk after going out clubbing like today. It wasn’t regular, it wasn’t anything special. It was just in the heat of the moment, a used opportunity. She tried to steady her breathing as someone approached her.

“Can I offer you a cigarette?”, a handsome stranger asked. He was rather tall, quite tan and muscular. Y/N found him very attractive, but he wasn’t Jack. She was surprised that this was the first thought that came to her mind when she looked at him.

“I don’t smoke”, she said, although that wasn’t even true. She did smoke one or two cigarettes when she was very drunk, and she’d actually really like to have a smoke right now. But she knew by the way the guy looked that it wasn’t just a cigarette he offered. And she didn’t want that. Looked like Jack was the only one who’d get laid tonight.

“Maybe a drink, then?”, he asked and smiled at her. He actually had a pretty smile, but it made her feel nothing. She only wished Jack would smile at her like this. He’d never, probably.

“No thank you”, she said a little more determined this time.

“Playing hard to get, I see”, he said and came a little closer. Y/N felt a little bit uncomfortable at this point.

“Look”, she said, “I don’t play anything. I just don’t want to talk to you. If you want a hook-up, go look for someone else, I’m not interested.”

“You might want to think twice before turning me down, promise you won’t regret it”, he continued.

Y/N was just about to say something when someone cut her off.

“She fucking told you to back off, mate”, Jack said and put an arm around her. You could see that his tone affected the guy. He sounded very angry and if Y/N hadn’t known him, she would have been scared.

“Hey”, the guy said and raised his hands in a defensive manner, “didn’t know you had a boyfriend. You could’ve just said that.”

Y/N contemplated whether she should object, but she was pretty glad that the guy finally seemed to stop his approach.

“She’s taken, fuck off”, Jack said and watched as the guy finally left the smoking area and disappeared in the dancing crowd inside.

“You okay?”, Jack said and turned around to look at her. He noticed how puffy her eyes were. “Have you been crying? Did he hurt you?”

She shook her head no, but didn’t look up to him.

“What is it then?”, Jack asked, worry now evident in his voice. “Hey, look at me.” When she didn’t obey, he gently took her face in his hand and lifted her chin up. Their eyes met for a second, and Y/N was surprised at how soft his eyes were, so full of concern for her and her wellbeing.

“Where is your little blondie?”, she asked him. She really didn’t want to say it because she knew she’d give herself away with that, but she couldn’t stop herself. Y/N watched his face when she said it. First, it was confusion that she could see, then realization hit him, then confusion returned.

“Dunno”, he said, “why’d you care, though?”

She shrugged her shoulders and tried to pull away from him, but he held her by the waist. She managed to look away from him, though.

“Why don’t we go on a walk”, Jack proposed as he noticed some curious stares from some social smokers. He turned around, not letting go of her waist and gently nudged her in the direction of the closest exit. They passed the security guard and walked in silence for a few minutes. Still, his arm rested around her waist.

“Are you mad at me? Because it kind of feels like you give me the silent treatment. And I don’t know why you’re mad. Please, just tell me what I did wrong”, Jack said.

As Y/N finally looked over to him, she saw that he was truly sincere. This look he had truly got under her skin, it wasn’t often that she got to see him like that.

“I’m not mad at you, Jack”, she said and stopped walking, “I’m mad at myself.”

“Now you’ve lost me”, he admitted.

“When I saw you in there with this blonde girl, I just felt so jealous of her and I know I don’t have any right to be jealous because what happened between us wasn’t important but maybe I want it to be important. And I know you don’t want that, but I don’t know if I can still be friends with you now when I suddenly feel this way and now I’ve ruined everything”, Y/N rambled until Jack finally cut her off.

“Breathe, Y/N”, he said and took one of her hands in his. She let it happen, but raised an eyebrow at him.

“Look”, Jack started but this time, it was Y/N who cut him off.

“Please just make it quick before this gets really embarrasing.”

“I didn’t know you wanted this between us to be important”, he summarized and squeezed her hands.

“Well I didn’t know that either till earlier”, Y/N said and let out a rather raspy chuckle, “but I know that you don’t want that.” “You suppose, but you don’t know for sure, don’t you?”, Jack asked and smirked at her. Unlike the smile of the stranger earlier, this affected very much. Her heart began to race and she could feel her palms become sweaty. She just wished that Jack wouldn’t notice. If he did, he was too nice to say something.

“Well, do you want it to be important?”, she asked shyly and looked away again. She was sure that she couldn’t bear to see his face if he rejected her now.

“Yes”, he said, making her look at him to see if she didn’t get him wrong.

“You mean, exclusive?”, Y/N asked.

“Yes, exclusive”, he confirmed, making her blush. He looked at her with such a wide smile that she just couldn’t help but to return it.

“Can I... kiss you now?”, he asked, which Y/N found absolutely adorable.

“Of course”, she said and felt butterflies in her stomach as Jack closed the distance between them.

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Despite the Feelings - Joe Sugg

Request: No

Smut: No

Requests are OPEN!

A/N: I hope you like it :)

Masterlist

“Have you heard about Joe?” Cam asked as she sat down next to you on the couch. “We never saw it coming.”

Strictly Come Dancing had just finished and unfortunately Joe, doing his best, didn’t win. However, the announcement he made afterwards shocked, not only the world, but you as well. You knew he was getting close with Dianne and you loved her as a person, but any time you asked Joe if there was anything more between them, he would deny it.

“Why didn’t he tell me about it?” You asked, looking over at her. “He’s supposed to be one of my best friends and he let me find out with the rest of the world.”

“Babe...you didn’t tell him you were dating Jack.” 

About a year ago, you and Jack became really close and eventually, the friendship changed and things became romantic between you. You both found it was best to keep it from the group in order to figure out if it was more than a fling.

“Yeah, but I told him I was seeing someone.” Any time Joe would ask about your love life, you’d tell him there was a guy but you would refuse to give details. “I’ve got to talk to him.”

Walking into Joe’s place, you felt a weird tension in the air that you had never felt before and although you two had gone through a lot together, you never felt space between you...until now.

“Want a cup of tea?” Joe asked, already heading towards the kitchen, knowing your answer. After a couple of minutes, he joined you on the couch, placing the tea on the table in front of you.

“Why does it feel weird?” You asked, looking down at your intertwined fingers, beginning to play with them. 

“I don’t know...” 

“Why didn’t you tell me? Why did I have to find out like everyone else?” You began, turning around so you were now sitting cross-legged facing him.

“You didn’t tell me about Jack.”

“So what!?” You yelled without even realizing you had done so. “I told you I was seeing someone and I never lied to you. You straight up lied to my face, Joe.” The room fell silent as you both tried to take in what was being said. “I just...feel weird.”

“You know,” Joe said, his voice a little more quiet than before. “when I woke up next to you that very first time, I swear to you, I could have lived in that moment forever. There was a time where I wanted everything with you and it killed me to hear about you getting with someone else. I will always have a place for you, no matter what. But you’re with Jack and I’m with Dianne. You’re happy, I’m happy. We finally have with someone else what we never had with each other. You’re my best friend, despite how we feel about each other, and you’re always going to be my best friend. Come here.” Joe instructed, taking your wrist in his hand and pulling you towards him. “I love you.” He whispered, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“I love you too.” You said. Tightening your grip on his body, you dug your face deeper into his neck but as he began to pull away, the distance between you began to decrease as his eyes flickered between yours and your lips. 

Placing a soft and gentle kiss upon your lips, you realized it was his way of saying goodbye to whatever feelings that might have been lingering.