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chocolatemillkk · 4 years ago

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I put the final bottle of champagne behind the mini bar and adjust the cocktail bowl slightly to the left. I look around the living room, the grand Christmas tree was still up as it usually was until after New Year’s. The whole place was covered in string lights, outlining the furniture and hanging from the ceiling. This was the famous New Year’s Eve party my parents have been throwing since before I was even born and this year was the last one I’d be attending for a while, I realise sadly. This time next year I would be living in LA, in my first year of university and my parents planned to come down for Christmas and be back here for New Year’s. I wouldn’t come along. I always looked forward to this, guess I’d have to savour it the best I could.

Both my mom and dad were only children which meant growing up they made a lot of friends along the way and each year our parties got a little bit bigger, more and more families coming together for their New Year’s eve party. I always looked forward to two though, the Michaels and the Suggs.

“Are you done daydreaming?” My sister comes up from behind me. “Because there should be appetizers that need rearranging or something according to mom.”

“I’m on it,” I say mock-seriously. My mom really went all out with the food and my sister and I always teased her about it. My sister, Liz, had started uni this year but luckily she was only in London. A lot of our friends her age weren’t though, so we were missing a lot of people this year. But at least Joe would be around, I think. And Zoe.

“Put these near the piano,” my mom hands me a plate as I make my way to the kitchen. “Don’t drop them!” I pretend to struggle under the tray which earns me a stern look. “You should get ready,” my mom reminds me. “There’s only an hour before guests start coming!”

I run up to my room after gently placing the tray where my mom wanted it and put on the dress I had bought for the occasion. It was deep green satin with a plunging neckline and a leg slit that went up to my hips—a shorter skirt lay underneath so I wasn’t flashing the whole party. I usually wasn’t this risky but I figured the occasion called for it. The sleeves are almost bell-like, and I do a twirl before the mirror, excited to see how people liked it.

Who was I kidding, I wanted Joe to see me in it.

It was silly, there was half a year before I was leaving this place, but more than half my life that I’d been crushing on Joe Sugg. Sometimes, I thought he knew how I felt, I thought I was quite obvious as a kid. For a second, I thought maybe the feeling was mutual. But after truth or dare in the seventh grade, I’d tried my hardest to hide whatever feelings I had for him. I wondered if he’d noticed.

“Truth or Dare,” Olivia asks my sister, Olivia Michaels was our neighbour growing up and the one who introduced my sister and I to the world of beer and rock and roll. My sister and I were good friends with her and her younger brother Felix.

My sister choses dare and Olivia has her eat one of the gross drink concoctions we made earlier. A few rounds later, my sisters asks me.

“Dare,” I say, feeling brave.

“I dare you to kiss either Joe or Felix,” my sister says smugly.

“What? I-“

“It’s a dare!” Zoe laughs and I look at Felix, he was a couple years younger than me-he was a child...and Joe was my huge crush. There was no way I was going to have my first kiss with him like this; with popcorn in my teeth and my lips stained with popsicles.

“Unless you’d like to kiss them both,” my sister teases.

Not wanting any more pressure, I lean over and peck Felix on the lips. I can’t help but sneak a glance at Joe as I go back to my seat and everyone laughs at Felix’s flushing cheeks. But he looks uninterested.

A few rounds later, Felix asks Joe and Joe picks Truth.

“Who would you date from this circle?” Felix asks. My heart plummets into my stomach. Joe looks around, avoiding my eyes and that makes my heart race faster. He had to know how much I would die to date him. To call him anything more than my best friend.

“Liz,” Joe says my sister’s name and I felt sick. Of course he liked her better than me, she was smarter and prettier than me. I was just his best friend.

“Aw you’re cute,” my sister pinches Joe’s cheeks and his sister joins in. I excuse myself but I didn’t think anyone even noticed.

A knock at my door reminds me there was a party about to go down, or already going down, I realise as I hear voices already. “How long are you going to take? Mom wants you downstairs to greet everyone!” Liz calls through the door.

“I’ll be a minute!” I say. I take my new christmas present-an eyeshadow kit my mom had given, and the lipstick my sister gave after I used most of hers, and put on my makeup, feeling like a grown up already. So much was changing and I was buzzing with excitement.

I skip downstairs and greet everyone the way I usually did every year. This year everyone asks about school, I tell them my LA plan and they wish me luck. Over and over. Until Joe walks in with a bottle of something in his hand and I run to him, nearly knocking him down as I throw my arms around him. He smelled like the cologne he reserved for special occasions, and the soap he always used. I could never tire of it, of him.

He was as handsome as ever, a clean white button up tucked into black trousers. He’d cut his hair recently but I sort of liked the way he styled it, the soft layers looked bouncy.

“You look handsome! Where’s Zoe?” I ask.

“Food poisoning,” he hands me the bottle and I take it from him, stepping a bit back so he could see my outfit but he continues on without comment. “Mum’s stayed home with her, the bottle’s from her.”

“Duh, as if you could afford this,” I tease, pretending like my heart wasn’t just stabbed by his nonchalance. He follows me in as I sneak the bottle past my mom and hide it in the kitchen, it was a tradition for us kids to get drunk on our own stash we steal throughout the night.

“Where’s everyone else?” Joe asks. “Your sister?”

I ignore the ache I get in my chest, “Oh doing her rounds probably. Pretending she’s an intellectual because she’s done one semester at uni.”

Joe laughs and I love the sound, especially when he laughs at a joke I make.

“You-“

“Y/N! There you are!” Felix and Olivia pop in, interrupting Joe, and I give them both hugs. Olivia had brought her boyfriend this year so we get introductions and a quick catch-up before Olivia goes to find Liz and I’m left with Felix and Joe. Felix had grown to be surprisingly handsome, in a nerd chic sort of way. If it wasn’t for the fact that he was younger than me, I could have even considered dating him.

“So Y/N you look really amazing tonight,” Felix says.

“Aw thank you,” I say. “You look quite chic tonight too, is that suspenders you’re wearing under your jacket?” I tease Felix until he’s pink in the face before I turn to Joe who looks bored. I loop my arm through his, “Want to get something to eat? I’m craving some shortbread cookies.”

“Yeah. If we’re having our own party later on we don’t want a repeat of ‘09,” Joe jokes. That was the first year we had all snuck a bottle of wine from the party and drank it on an empty stomach. None of us had a good time.

“Don’t remind me,” I shudder before I call behind me. “Felix you coming?”

Joe stiffens beside me but we walk on.

•••

After a dozen devilled eggs and shrimp cocktails, I lose everyone to the crowd and find myself alone near the stairs. I watch the crowd and bask in the togetherness the holidays brought on, I would miss this a lot. I almost didn’t want to go when I was in moments like these, but I knew what I wanted from life and I knew I couldn’t stay in dreary UK for it.

As I look around with the room so full of lights, the corners of my vision suddenly warp and distort into a blurry mass. I blink a few times but it remains. This was so not happening.

I sit myself on the step and close my eyes, placing my head on my knees but as I do that, the nause creeps in. This was getting serious. Perfect.

I go up to my bedroom quickly and close the blinds, shutting the room in darkness. I unzip the side of my dress to give my room to breathe and lay down.

Of course I had to get a migraine the day of new year’s eve. My last party for a while. I groan and turn to the side, blindly groping for any pill bottle, not wanting to risk turning on my phone light.

I lay in the dark, I don’t know how long. Time passed slowly in the dark, the only thing I could hear is the muffled sound of the party downstairs. My phone vibrates a few times but I don’t dare look at it. I wanted to nip this migraine before it could come full force. I couldn’t believe this was how my year was going to end, I think. And without meaning to, the tears leak out from my eyes. Stupid migraines and stupid Joe Sugg! He hadn’t even noticed what I was wearing, he didn’t even care. He fancied Liz more than I and I was still crushing on him like an idiot. I wasted my high school years waiting for him. And now I was going to graduate soon, with no history of a relationship and no...

A soft knock interrupts my pity party. I wait again as the knock sounds, just to make sure I wasn’t hearing it.

“Y/N,” it was Joe.

I swipe at my face, pulling my blanket over my face. “I’m here,” I say. “You can come in.”

I hear the door creak open, the noise from downstairs flooding through before the closed door muffles it again.

“Migraine?” Joe asks. We’d been friends long enough that he knew exactly what was going down. I sense him standing at the edge of my bed, the room still in darkness.

“Yeah,” I inch the blanket off my face. It’s not like he could see my makeup streaks in the dark. “Great timing right?”

“Can I do anything?” Joe asks. God, I scoff, I thought I could just turn my feelings off for him but him just asking that brings them back full force. “Maybe some water...”

“I’ve got water,” I say. I sense him shifting around the room.

“Didn’t you used to have those ice packs?” Joe knows his way around my room, he often came over when we did homework, or in the summer before we would go out with our other friends. He locates where I kept the freeze packs and he cracks them, walking towards my bed and sitting on my sheets. “Here.”

He places one on my neck and I flinch at the cold.

“Sorry,” he mumbles before putting it back on.

“It’s okay,” I whisper, the cold already numbing the throbbing in my neck. “Thanks Joe.”

“It’s nothing,” Joe whispers back. I take the pack from where his hands hold it and hold it myself as I gently turn in bed, the little light streaming in outlines his sitting figure.

“You don’t have to stay here,” I let him know. “Go back to the party.”

“It’s no fun if you’re not there,” Joe says. He slowly inches himself down beside me and the smell of him invades my nose. Oh no.

“Joe your cologne-“ I say and he quickly gets up.

“Oh shit right,” Joe stands and I see the shape of him pace away from the bed. “Uh, I can go home and change-“

“Oh my god,” I let out a laugh and cut it short as my head throbs. “You’ve left so many shirts here when we go swimming in the summer. Just put one on if you want to stay here so bad.”

“I’m just here to avoid everyone asking what my plans after school are,” he jokes. “Are they in the bottom drawer?”

“Yeah,” I respond. “Tell them you’re still figuring it out.”

“Everyone here has kids who are doctors or some shit,” I can hear the Joe changing and I try to keep the inappropriate thoughts at bay. “That’s not an acceptable answer.”

“Who cares what they think though,” I say. Joe joins me back in bed, laying down to stare at the ceiling as I look at his profile, barely illuminated by the light peaking through my blinds.

“Sometimes I do,” he says quietly.

I find his hand and squeeze it. He squeezes back and then turns to me. “So are you going to tell me why you were crying before I came in?”

“I was not crying,” I lie.

“You so were.”

“Was not.”

“Was too,” fingers graze my jaw and I’m busted. “Your face is still wet.”

“Fine,” I sigh. “I was just upset I was missing the party.”

“And?”

“I dunno, it’s my last party for a while!”

“Oh yeah,” Joe quiets down. A moment passes. Then another. “I’m gonna miss you.”

“We still have like 7 months together, don’t cry for me just yet.”

“You’re the one that was crying,” Joe shoots back.

“Shut up!” I joke. “Can’t you let me win? I have a migraine!”

“How is it?” Concern creeps back into his voice.

“The usual, I just have to tone down my senses. It’ll get better.”

Joe’s hand moves up to my face and cups it, my heart fluttering, the blood rushing to my face and joining the dance my migraine was putting on in my head.

His hand creeps up into my hair and suddenly his hand is plucking out the pins from my hair, and putting it on my bedside. Of course he was just being helpful while I was getting all bothered. “Do you want to get into something more comfortable?” He asks. I try to ignore the way I felt with his body hovering over mine in the dark but my mind blanks for a moment. “Y/N?”

“Oh I have every intention to go back to the party later,” I say. “This dress stays on.”

“It’s a great dress,” Joe says.

“It is isn’t it,” I say, noticing how uncomfortable Joe was getting. He actually noticed. Why didn’t he say anything earlier?

“I mean,” he clears his throat. “You looked...beautiful.”

I pause, pure joy rushing through me. Joe noticed me, he said I was beautiful. And oh god, all these things happening in my body were not helping my migraine. But I wasn’t about to tell Joe that.

“Thank you,” I say softly, too afraid to break the moment.

“It’s nothing new though,” he says just as softly. “You always look beautiful.”

I look at him, squint in the dark to try to read his face but it’s hard to. Was he saying this because I was having a shitty time or did he actually mean it?

“Not as beautiful as Liz though,” I deflect, deciding he was just taking pity on me. “She’s the one with the looks in the family.”

There’s a deafening silence around us, I can hear my heart beating in it. He wasn’t denying it, I want to cry.

“She is...beautiful sure, but you’re something different Y/N. You bloody take my breath away every time I see you.”

I want to cry for other reasons now. Was this really happening?

“Sorry,” Joe interprets my silence as rejection and begins sitting up to go. “The dark’s just made me stupid, I said way too much and-

“Joe,” I try to cut through.

“You obviously just, you need to rest and I’m-“

“Joe Sugg,” I say again and grab his hand. “Lay back down you big idiot, your blabbering is making my head pulse.”

“Right,” Joe lays back down but I can hear his quick breathing. I was glad to know he was just as nervous. I still have hold of his hand and I place it around my waist, inching closer to him.

“When?” I have to ask.

“Do you remember when we had our second friendiversary?” He asks. I did. We met when we were both 7 after our parents had set up a play date and we got along so well we knew we would be friends instantly. We’d spit on our hands and shaken them, declaring that day our friend anniversary, and we’d celebrated most years since. “You had your parents drop you off on your way home from your nana’s because it was our friendiversary and we didn’t see each other all summer. And your nana gave you cookies for the ride home, and you saved me the peanut butter ones? I don’t know, when you came in that day I just took a look at you and I had butterflies in my stomach. You were there ever since school let out and I’d missed playing with you for so long. I think I realised I missed you more than just a friend that summer. And when I saw you-“

“I actually remember.” I join. “Because you had just stared at me with your mouth open. And I just put the cookies in your open mouth. I was angry I thought you were looking at me like that because Liz had put gum in my hair a week before and my nana had to cut a lot off.”

“Yeah,” Joe chuckles. “I remember that too.”

“And since then?”

“Yeah,” Joe’s hand curls around my waist.

“What about the seventh grade? Truth or dare?”

“You bloody kissed Felix!” Joe exclaims.

“I...you picked my sister because I kissed Felix? He was like 10!”

“I was stupid.”

“Was? If I was feeling better I would be slapping you right now.”

“Good thing you’re not,” Joe tugs me closer. Our faces are inches apart, and I want to lean over and just kiss him so bad.

“What’s taken you so long,” I whisper, my fingers resting on his face.

“Scared I would ruin our friendship. You’re so much better than me, I thought you would laugh if I told you.”

“You are so ridic-“

“Shh,” Joe shushes me. “Do you hear that?”

I quiet down and listen as the party downstairs begins counting down to New Year’s. Suddenly my hands are clammy, this was it. I was going to kiss Joe Sugg once and for all.

“5...4...3...” Joe whispers between us.

“2...” I get out before Joe closes the space and kisses me, his lips so soft, my head feeling like it would explode. And not just because of the migraine.

“Wow-“ Joe gets out before I go in for a second kiss, the cheering downstairs drowns out as I pull Joe closer to me, closer, finally the love of my life was in my arms.

We’re moving too quickly, a wave of nausea hits me and I pull away.

“Sorry was that too quick?” Joe panics.

“Head,” I say as I squeeze my eyes shut.

“Shit,” I feel him sitting up and hovering over me, probably looking for the ice pack because soon the cold feeling returns to my temples.

“Thank you,” I whisper. He places a kiss on my lips as I stay still, trying to ease my nause. I feel a kiss on my jaw, then my neck. “Do you have to go home?” I ask.

“Nope,” Joe shifts beside me, I feel him get under the blanket, and he pulls me close to him. He lays his hand gently over me and I settle in beside him. What a New Year’s.

•••

“Y/N!” My sister’s voice wakes me and my eyes fly open. She stands in my doorway with her jaw open and I realise she’s staring at the weight on my right side. Joe.

“What?” Joe mumbles, awakened by my sister barging in.

“Oh my god!” My sister squeals. “It’s happening!” She runs out my door. “It’s happening!” She yells out to whoever was awake. And if they weren’t awake, her commotion sure woke them.

“She’s crazy,” I mumble before turning to Joe, the evening rushing to catch me up. He’s still only half asleep. When I call his name, he only groans and pulls me closer to him, hiding his face into my neck. My heart flutters, it felt like we’d always been together like this.

I allow myself the small pleasure of running my hands up into his hair and he groans into my neck, lifting his face up to look at me. Suddenly he starts laughing.

“Way to make a girl feel confident,” I’m suddenly self conscious as I get up.

“You do realise you’re in yesterday’s outfit? Including your makeup?” Joe asks, his voice hoarse.

“Shit!” I run to my mirror and laugh at what I see. “I’ll be back!”

I grab a spare shirt and move to the bathroom where I clean up and brush my teeth. My skin looked awful having slept in makeup but the glow I felt from waking up next to Joe kills any issue I might have had with it.

When I get back to my room he’s already up, the bed is made, and he’s folding his clothes from yesterday.

“You didn’t have to do all that,” I say as I walk to him. Immediately he catches my hand and pulls me in.

“Your head?” He asks.

“Great. Yours?”

“Clear as day. Glad it listened to my heart this one time.”

A smile creeps onto my face as the realisation of what he said settles in but pulls me in and kisses it off.

“Happy new year Joe,” I whisper when we part, pulling him in for a tight hug.

“Happy new year Y/N,” Joe whispers back. “I think it’s going to be the best one yet.”

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buttercream-squad-trash · 6 years ago

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i’m so proud of our soft Boi

OUR SOFT BOI GOT HIMSELF A GIRL WHO IS JUST AS SOFT AS HIM 😻😭 and honestly this is the best part of 2018 if i’m being 1000% honest.

honestly some of these gifs warm my heart

i 100% blame them for my playlist choices now

#joe sugg imagines #joeck #joe and dianne #joe sugg #joe sugg baby #thatcherjoe imagine #thatcherjoe #strictly come dancing #strictly

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itshollandsgirl · 6 years ago

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Imagine getting food with Joe for you, Zoe, Alfie and himself.

“Babe, what’ya want?” “Can I get a salad? No fries. No, burger and salad. No, I don’t know.” “What’ya mean you don’t know? You had ten minutes maybe even longer to figure out what you wanted.” “I don’t know Joseph, don’t yell at me!” “I’m not, I’m saying you should know by now!” “Chose for me, please.” “Jeezus, you’re lucky I bloody love ya so much.”

#Joe Sugg #ThatcherJoe #zoella #zoe sugg #alfie deyes #pointlessblog #joe sugg imagine #joe sugg imagines

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calmasf · 6 years ago

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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.

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peanutbuttercreamjelly · 6 years ago

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My Old Writing: Masterlist

I have moved my blog! Previously, I have been @thebutterinmycream, but since tumblr had something against my choice of gifs, I decided to move.

Please note that English is not my first language, and that I have written this ages ago, so if it sucks, please don’t blame me.

Here you can find (almost) all of my old writing in case you want to reread it:

CONOR MAYNARD

“That’s not supportive best friend attitude”

“I need a place to stay”

JACK MAYNARD

“Is that my shirt?”

“Liar”

“It’s the nightmare again, right?”

“Need share”

JOE SUGG

“You come to my room at 4 am to cuddle?”

“Do you ever shut the f*ck up?” [Part Two]

“I’ll always have your back”

“Falling for her”

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elsehuggs · 6 years ago

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joe playing with his hair issa kink

#buttercream squad #jack maynard #buttercream gang #youtube #youtuber #joe sugg #buttercream imagines #youtuber imagine #joe sugg imagines #joe sugg gif

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buttercreamscenes · 6 years ago

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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.

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imagineabuttercream · 2 years ago

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Can I Watch? (Joe Sugg x Reader) [smut]

Request - Hello! Idk if you're still taking requests, but I think you write great smut and I was wondering if you could write a smut imagine with Joe Sugg. I'd really appreciate it if you did because I think you're one of the best writers on tumblr, and if you can't/don't want to write it, thanks anyways for just being a great person!❤️

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"Joe friggin' Sugg!" you said, throwing your arms around him when he answered the door. "I'm so glad you're back! How was the tour?"

You had gone over to Joe's the day after he got home from the Hit The Road tour. He was one of your best friends and it had been ages since the two of you got to hang out.

"I'm glad to be back." He replied, squeezing you. "It was good. Really good, but It's nice to be home."

"I bet. Nothing like sleeping in your own bed." You followed Joe into his house. "Find any romance on your journeys?"

You and Joe always shared your one night stand and hook-up stories. "No, sadly." He dramatically frowned and dropped his shoulders.

You couldn't help but laugh. "I don't believe that for a second."

Laughing, Joe replied. "I actually didn't have any time to myself at all on this trip. We were always busy doing interviews or driving or just too exhausted to go out."

"Well I'm sure Mr. playboy will find time now that he's home." You teased him.

"I haven't even had a wank in my own house." Joe laughed, making the two of you some drinks.

"I can leave if you'd like some alone time." you teased, taking the glass he was handing you of whatever cocktail he had mixed. Taking a sip, you made a face. "One of those nights?" You said, noting how strong the drink was.

"Definitely one of those nights. I need an us night." Joe said, tapping his glass to yours and pulling you in for another hug. "Also, I hear you went out on a date with Jack."

"Is that what he told you?!" You questioned him, the two of you making your way to the couch.

"And I quote 'I finally convinced Y/n to go out with me and she didn't even let me pay for dinner.'" Joe said laughing.

"He said he needed a date for a premier! I didn't know he actually wanted to go out." You said shaking your head.

"So you would have still gone if you knew?" Joe asked, trying to sound nonchalant, taking another sip of his drink.

"No way. I love that kid, but he's like my little brother" you answered.

"Good. I would have pummeled him if he did anything to hurt you." Joe said, throwing his arm around you and turning on the TV.

"Oh calm down, macho man." you laughed, leaning into Joe.

The two of you spent the rest of the evening catching up. Towards the end of the night, the movie Friends With Benefits had been playing in the background and it had caused your mind to wander a bit. You and Joe had never done anything too sexual together, but you cuddled all the time and you had definitely seen each other naked. You'd even shared a few drunk kisses on nights out at the club, but you'd never let yourself think that the two of you could date. Being snuggled against your very attractive friend, you couldn't help but get a bit turned on while you watched the explicit scenes play on the screen.

Your thoughts were interrupted by Joe. "We should head to bed. I'm falling asleep."

"Works for me. Am I staying in the guest room?" you asked, hoping maybe you'd have a little bit of alone time to take care of yourself.

"No way. You can't leave me alone." Joe laughed, kissing your cheek and pulling you up off of the couch.

"Oh, alright. I'll come cuddle." You smiled at Joe. You were hoping to release some tension, but you definitely loved cuddling with your best friend.

After getting changed into night clothes, you climbed into his bed. "I think I'm going to take a quick shower." Joe said, walking to the bathroom that was connected to his room.

Teasing your best friend, you called out "Have fun touching yourself!"

Joe laughed, but his cheeks turned bright red.

When he finally closed the bathroom door, you realized you had a few minutes to yourself. 'May as well give it a go' you thought, snuggling under the covers and slipping your fingers under the fabric of your panties. You had been turned on for about an hour, so when you slid your fingers between your folds, you were already soaking wet. Starting to slowly rub your fingers in your usual pattern, you tried to pull up your 'go to' spank bank fantasies in your head...but all you could think about was Joe. 'I can definitely work with this', you thought, sliding your other hand up under your shirt to gently tease the skin of your breasts. You were currently picturing Joe in the shower. The hot water rippling down his incredibly fit body. His moans as his hand stroked his impressive girth.

Joe had just moaned your name in your little wank fantasy when you heard him actually say your name. "Y/n." Joe called, peeking around the bathroom door.

Being startled back to reality, you quickly pulled your hands out from under your clothing and scrambled to look like you weren't doing anything dirty, you looked over at the bathroom door.

Joe had definitely just caught you. His mouth was hanging open and his eyes were wide. "Y/n." he said again.

"Shit." you cursed, sitting up in the bed. "I'm so sorry, Joe. I should have just waited until..." but you were interrupted by Joe.

"I was going to ask you to get me a towel" Joe pointed at a stack of towels right by the bed. "But I think I'll come get it myself." He said, walking out of the bathroom naked and dripping wet. You couldn't help but look him up and down. You noticed that he was, in fact, completely hard. "I uh, tried taking a cold shower, but it didn't work, so maybe I should take a page from your book and just take care of it."

You didn't speak, but you nodded a yes to Joe. You didn't know what he had in mind, but you were down with pretty much whatever he wanted to try.

He was standing by the bed when he finished drying off with the towel. "Can I watch you?" he asked, leaning down a bit to gently meet your lips with his, his fingers circling his erection.

"Yeah." you replied, a bit breathless.

"By the way, you were making irresistible noises when I caught you." Joe said, throwing the blanket that was covering you to the other side of the bed.

"Fuck, I didn't even realize." you answered. You were left in just your panties and one of Joe's shirts.

"I watched you for a few seconds. I had decided to just go back into the bathroom and do the same thing, but then I heard you moan my name." Joe continued, separating your legs and kneeling between them. "What were you thinking about?" he asked, leaning forward to kiss you again.

"Just you. In the shower." you answered, lifting Joe's shirt over your head and tossing it to the ground.

"I love that you were thinking about me." Joe said, looking you up and down. "You're gorgeous, y/n." Joe's hand was slowly pumping up and down his dick. His other hand started playing with the waistband of your panties. "I want to watch you get off."

"I was imagining you jerking off in the shower." You smiled at Joe, laying back down and lifting your hips so you could pull off the last piece of clothing that you were wearing. Setting your feet back down on the bed on either side of Joe, you let your legs fall open, your fingers sliding down your body to continue where you left off.

"Fuck." Joe muttered, his eyes watching your every move.

Watching Joe was incredibly hot and you could feel the burn starting to build in your lower stomach already. "Joe, why did you try to take a cold shower." you asked, wondering what got him turned on in the first place.

"I uh. We were watching those sex scenes. And I could um... I could smell your perfume and feel your body heat." Joe answered, half moaning. "I've always thought you were sexy." he added.

"Me too. You, I mean. And the movie. I was turned on the whole time." You switched hands to give your other one a break.

"Y/n." Joe moaned, leaning forward. He put one hand on the bed by your waist to hold up his weight. "I want to know what you taste like." he said, looking at the hand you had just been pleasuring yourself with.

That definitely got to you, your fingers quickening their pace. You lifted your wet fingers to Joe's lips and slowly slid them into his mouth one at a time.

"You're delicious." Joe said, sucking every one of them clean.

"Fuck, Joe." you moaned. You could feel your orgasm quickly building.

Joe knelt back on his knees and started stroking himself faster. "I'm almost there." he said, looking down at you.

You threw your head back on the pillow, feeling your climax starting to ripple through your body. "Joe." you moaned, continuing to slowly tease yourself with your fingers while your other hand ran over the naked flushed skin of your torso. "oh fuck." you said, your body jumping a bit every time your fingers brushed over your now too sensitive clit.

"Jesus, y/n." Joe panted, his body thrusting into his fist. Leaning forward to hold his weight over your body, he groaned your name and came, his cum falling in little lines across your tummy. "Fuck." he panted, trying to catch his breath.

Your chest was rising and falling quickly as you tried to catch your own breath You slid two of your fingers through the mess he had left on your skin and slowly lifted them to slide them past your lips. Sucking them clean, you pulled them out of your mouth with a pop, Joe watching every move you made. "You don't taste too bad yourself, Sugg."

"Holy shit, y/n." Joe said, letting his weight fall to lay on top of you.

"That was the best orgasm I've had in a long time." you laughed, gently tracing patterns into the skin of Joe's back.

"Can I confess something?" Joe asked, once the two of you had calmed completely down.

"Shoot." you answered.

"I've wanted to ask you out for a long time." he said, burying his face in your neck.

"Did the whole 'lets not ruin our friendship thing' stop you?" you asked, having felt the same way.

"Yeah, but I have a feeling our friendship isn't going to be the same now anyways." he laughed, lifting his head to look at you.

"I think not." you laughed, leaning up to capture Joe's lips in a kiss.

"Can we try being an us?" Joe asked before deepening the kiss.

"Definitely." you answered, smiling against his lips. "On one condition."

Holding his weight on his elbows, Joe looked down at you. "And what would that be?" he asked.

"That we shower." you laughed. "You left me all sticky."

Joe snorted and rolled off of you. "Deal." he said, pulling you out of the bed and to the bathroom.

#joe sugg #joe sugg x reader #joe sugg imagine #joe sugg fic #the buttercream gang

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dwwak · 6 years ago

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Family Comfort - Jack Maynard Short

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Warm laces of happiness wrinkles down your spine as you watch Jack casually talk with his parents, your eyes wander his side profile. His hair recklessly placed around his ears making brunette waves to the soft blonde that welcomes your hands restlessly. With his face carved like smooth marble his movements are calculated and calm that they almost seem to be synchronized with the rhythm of his heart. His rosy cheeks sparks your heart, and as if he heard your heart he looks to you with joy and future.

You blush as you’re caught staring at the stars, “What?” you chuckle as you bundle up the blanket closer to your legs which hung over the couch.

Jack chuckles a bit, making your heart take another leap into the open blue sky.

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taetomysoob · 7 years ago

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UNFILTERED // JOE SUGG IMAGINE

I am finally back, my loves! I am so happy to post again on my favorite place on earth and thank you for all the followers I’m gaining everyday! It seems unreal! I love you all and more things are coming so be ready xx

Joe sat next to his lover on their shared bed, once she had settled the camera facing them. Joe clapped his hands together, “Come on, let's do this quick and easy.” He exclaimed in one of his weird voice and she contained a laugh as she frowned at him.

“Don't you dare tell me what to do.” She replied, acting all serious but she couldn't help but smile. There was this crazy mood surrounding them that day. “I don't want to film this. It's gonna be so awkward.” Joe admitted, rolling his eyes to the ceiling. “It won't, it's a cute idea. Just let me do my intro.” Y/N ordered, slapping his cheek gently. He groaned but got into position.

“Hello, people!” Y/N said, zooming really close to her face. Joe tried to hide his growing smile but it was hard. This was how he had met her, after seeing her weird face on the internet. He hadn't been able to erase her from his mind ever since. “Today, I am joined by the man of many talents, mister ThatcherJoe!” She introduced him to the camera, holding her hands up in front of him. “And also your part time boyfriend.” Joe replied, noding to the camera.

“Why part time?” She asked, confusion across her face. “I don't know, you annoy me sometimes.” He said, looking at her with a smile. Y/N sent an offensed look directed to her viewers, imagining the zoom she would do during the edit of this video.

“So I've had this idea of doing a video of us reacting to fan edits of our best moments together, which I think is very cute but this one doesn't agree.” Y/N said, locking eyes with her lover. “It's literally the worst idea ever.” Joe replied but she ignored his comment and finally started the video.

“Oh my god, this makes us look like we're dead people.” Y/N affirmed as the couple watched a compilation of their cuttest moments together which had sad music playing in the background. “Holy cow, that's depressing.” Joe added, frowning at the edit.

As the video went on,the two got closer and there was hardly any space between them. Joe had his hand behind her on the bed as she had her arm pressured on his shoulder.

“Aw, look at this one.” Joe surprisingly said, pointing to the screen of the computer sitting on his lap. The clip that was playing was one of the first time they had ever interacted together. Y/N was surprised by his growing interest in the video and she couldn't take her eyes off him.

She snapped out of her stare at the sound of his laugh. He paused the video and leaned back on the bed, laughing at a clip she hadn't payed attention to. He lifted himself up, “Do you remember that?” He questioned, replaying the clip. Y/N instanly recognised the moment captured on camera and their mixed laughter echoed in their shared appartment.

It took them a moment to catch their breath and stop their laughing crisis but once they had calmed down, they explained what was so funny about this specific moment but deep down, they knew the viewers wouldn't get it, it was a joke that belonged to them.

“That was the day we kissed for the first time.” Joe stated as another clip played on the screen and Y/N frowned. “How do you know?” She wondered, hardly being able to remember it. “You wore that awful purple dress that I hate.” He said and her eyes went wide instantly. “Hey! That's how you remember our first kiss?” She exclaimed, sendind him an offended glare. Joe let out a laugh and shook his head,his eyes still locked on the screen.

“Actually, I remember because you had no makeup on that day.” He admitted, pressing play on the video again, not realizing the impact of the words he had just pronounced. Y/N contained herself to not melt on the floor as she was mesmerized by what he had just told her. And he was so unaware of it.

Joe wasn't so bitter about that video idea anymore and Y/N wished it could have lasted forever because she had discovered a new side of her boyfriend that she never thought existed.

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imaginedaydreamsquad-blog · 7 years ago

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Blind Pt. 3 -Imagine #6

I’m so so so so sorry that it took so long! But I’m back. And I finally finished my sixth imagine. I hope you enjoy the last part. Love, Kat. XX ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “They will be here any minute!” Britt shouted through the bathroom door where Y/N was fixing her hair. “Alright, I’m ready.” She yelled back and opened the door, to find Britt still standing in front of it. “Wow, you look fantastic, Y/N.” “You look stunning yourself, love.” They complimented each other. The boys as in Joe, Jack, Conor, Caspar and Josh were coming over for pre-drinks. Joe and Y/N figured it would be the best plan for the first night since they all were attending the influencers afterparty. She was nervous, her heart racing in her chest and her fingers fidgeting with everything they could grab. Britt sensed that. She could always tell when Y/N wasn’t her usual relaxed self. “It’ll be fine, Y/N.” She comforted her. “You already saw him and it wasn’t awkward, was it?” Y/N shook her head. “No, but…” She sighed. It was like stepping in a time machine and turning the time back to when Joe and her were still roommates in London. “I’m really scared.” She whispered suddenly feeling the urge to cry. Why was she like that? Couldn’t she for once be the best friend Joe deserved and not a best friend who were in love with him and fleeing on the other side of the world to forget that and then letting the feelings for him come back in just a blink of an eye? She was shit at being friends. “Hey, hey… don’t cry, calm down, love! Everything’s gonna be alright. I’ll promise you that.” Y/N just shrugged, unsure of what to say. “Just think of the date you’re gonna have tomorrow after VidCon. Think of him, okay? The things you’re feeling for Joe right now are just the echoes of your feelings you felt before. Right?” “Okay. Yeah. That seems legit.” “It’s gonna be fun.” Y/N really felt better. She even managed a half smile, although her heart still fluttered nervously in her chest. That was when the doorbell rang, announcing that the boys arrived at their flat. “I’m gonna answer the door and you’re making us a drink, alright?” It wasn’t a question as she already rushed to the front door. Y/N made her and Britt some pretty strong drinks, to calm her stupid heart and to get Britt in dancing mood. Not that she needed to get drunk for that. But Y/N wasn’t the only one drinking heavily that night. As the boys entered the apartment it became loud instantly. Y/N forgot how loud they were, when they were tipsy. “Well hello there, my lady.” Josh was the first who saw Y/N. “You look wonderful as always.” They hugged quickly. “Thank you, you don’t look too bad yourself, Joshy.” He hated to be called Joshy but when he drank he actually quite enjoyed it. He smiled widely at Y/N. “Ugh, I missed you. Joe’s apartment is so freaking empty without you.” “What did you just say about my apartment?” There he was. Joe looked really really good in his ripped jeans and a bomber jacket. Y/N was almost star struck and suddenly she wasn’t so sure about the date tomorrow. Yes, he was very handsome and the both of them were getting along really well, but he never made her feel such things just from looking at him. For a few seconds Joe and Y/N were just looking at each other as if they both met for the first time. Something was different between them and they both felt that. “Well Suggy won’t you greet your beautiful best friend?” Jack laughed as he came in after Joe. “No, eh, yes. Yeah. Y/N, hey, you’re looking…” He trailed off still staring at her. “Stunning, wonderful, beautiful, really fucking pretty?” Offered Jack and hugged Y/N. That loosened the tension and Y/N hugged back tightly. “Thank you, Jack. Have a beer, have a drink, make yourself at home.” Y/N smiled thankful to be focusing on something that wasn’t Joe and his eyes. She herself grabbed her drink and drank quite a lot of it at once. Britt came in Caspar and Conor on each of her side. “Let’s get the party started!” She chanted as she grabbed her drink Y/N prepared for her and Conor and Caspar both hugged Y/N hello. Joe still hadn’t moved an inch. Y/N took another gulp from her drink and finally made her way to him. “Are you alright? You haven’t moved in about ten minutes.” Y/N opened the conversation. “No, yeah, everything’s alright… it’s just…” Joe trailed off, thinking about how beautiful Y/N was and how he never looked at her the way he looked at her tonight. “It’s just?” Y/N asked, looking at him curiously. “It’s just nothing. Where can I get a beer?” And if for a moment he could see disappointment in Y/N’s eyes it was surely just an illusion. “In the fridge.” She answered looking down at the cup in her hand. The pre-party was getting messy as the night went on. Everyone was getting really drunk they were spilling drinks everywhere, singing really loud and really bad to the music and dancing like there was no tomorrow. Everyone seemed to have forgotten about the afterparty of VidCon. Y/N was tipsy and things were getting out of hands. She was staring at Joe dancing with Jack and Conor and all she wanted to do was telling him that she was still and probably ever will be in love with him. “Hey. You alright? You’re looking like you gonna throw up at any second now.” Y/N shook her head. “No, I’m fine. Everything’s fine. Why wouldn’t it?” And as she tried to smile up at Josh who was asking her she felt a tear rolling down her cheek. “Oh shit, don’t cry. Please don’t cry.” He hugged her but that made it even worse. She held back a sob and pulled back from him. “It’s not your fault. It’s mine. I’m- just stupid. Sorry. I need a moment.” And with that she took a deep breath and yelled “Hey, who’s ready for that afterparty?” She was trying to get as many people as possible between Joe and her. But unfortunately the others weren’t on her side. Everyone was booing at her suggestion. “No, not yet.” “Nooo boriiing.” “I wanna dance to my music!” So no chance of getting away from Joe and the magnet that’s been pulling her towards him since they met again. “Can I talk to you for a second?” Joe startled her, ripping her away from the thoughts about him. She nodded. “Sure.” So she followed him out on the balcony. To her surprise Joe wasn’t nearly as drunk as she assumed from watching him dance. “Everything’s alright between us, isn’t it?” Y/N nodded unsure. “I thought so but now you’re worrying me.” Joe smiled down at her letting the moonlight sparkle in his eyes. Ugh, she was so whipped. And so screwed. “Yeah, no. I just thought I asked again, because you’ve been avoiding me this whole evening.” She sighed. “No, it’s nothing… it’s just… me trying to be your best friend.” “But you don’t have to try, Y/N. You’ll always be my best friend. Even if we’re thousands of miles apart.” “It’s not that.” At this point she didn’t even care. He had to know, that this friendship would always be ruined by her stupid heart. “It’s just not the same between us.” She prepared herself for her confession. “No, I know, Y/N. And that’s my fault. My fault for not realizing that all I ever wanted in a girlfriend was living with me the whole time. My fault for confusing love with friendship and my fault for letting you go. It’s my fucking fault, okay. And I know I had my chance and I didn’t use it and now you’re dating some other guy who’s bloody awesome, I just know he is. And you deserve that. You deserve to be happy. And in love. And …” “Joe. Shut up.” “No, it’s..” “Shut. UP. You’re rambling.” “I know. I’m.. an idiot.” Y/N smiled. She was all he ever wanted in a girlfriend? “Did you just… tell me you love me?” Joe’s eyes were brimmed with tears of frustration as she looked up to him. “I-… yes, I… I think so.” “You think so?” “Yeah.” “Alright, well, at least it wasn’t in a letter left on the kitchen counter while you’re already on the way removing yourself from my life. I have to give you that.” He grinned at that and she smiled back. “You’re beautiful, Y/N and it’s so cliché that I fell in love with my best friend and I was too blind to see that and it’s too late, but…” “Who said it is too late, Joe?” His jaw dropped. “I-I mean… it is too late, isn’t it?” She just shook her head and with another one of his pretty smiles he leaned in for their first kiss. And if they both saw fireworks in that moment, well… it made the cliché perfect.

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chocolatemillkk · 5 years ago

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Intensity JS-wip

“We’re dating each other.” Y/N bursts into my room. “Okay? You’re my date.”

“Who-“

“Byron let me in,” she explains before I could ask my question.

“Why-“

“Long story or short?” She plops herself onto my bed and falls back, grabbing a pillow to scream into.

“Is that the short story?” I chuckle as I go back to folding my laundry.

“Long story it is. So you know how going back home for the holidays is always such a pain because my extended family is a pain in the-”

“Yeah-“ I try to get in but she cuts me off.

“And remember I’m always forced to face my ex-the one I dated for two bloody years and who dumped me for my cousin?”

“You’ve mentioned about a million tim-“

“So this year my mum invited that little bitch to ours for Christmas dinner because her parents are travelling the world or some shite and she has no one for Christmas dinner. But here’s the kicker! Turns out she’s still with my ex and they’re engaged now...”

I listen, amused at how fast Y/N zooms through her story. She’s equal parts angry, stressed, and already convinced I would say yes.

“So in order for me to keep the sliver of respect I still have, and not to look like a complete loser who hasn’t held a steady boyfriend since...well...since him. I need to bring a boyfriend home. I thought about bringing home a girlfriend just to freak everyone out-you know...but none of my friends were up for it. They already look at me weird because I do Youtube for a career but-“

“Y/N,” I push my clothes aside and jump onto the bed to push her down. She goes down with a shout and I kneel over her. “Shut up will you? I’ll bloody come as long as I’m back in London by Sunday.”

“Oh you will. Dinner’s Friday and we’re leaving right after!”

“You’re mad you know that?” I shake my head and she delivers a foot to my stomach. I lose my balance and come crashing down onto the bed beside her.

“You’ll see why I’m so mad when I take you home.” Y/N scrubs her eyes.

“I’ll finally ask your mum if she dropped you on your head as a child,” I say, pushing Y/N’s buttons even more. I get the desired response-a string of swear words before she bounces off the bed.

“Now I have to go look for a dress that’ll make me look uh-mazing,” Y/N pauses by my door. “And I’ll pick you up Friday at 3.”

“Alright,” I sit up in bed. “And Y/N?” She turns to look at me, her cheeks flushed and mind whirring, a million miles away. “I don’t think you’re a complete loser.”

I manage to pull her back to the present as she focuses on what I’d just said. She rolls her eyes and sticks up her middle finger before leaving but not before I see the smile grace her face. I lay back down on the bed with the same smile that she never failed to leave me with.

•••

Y/N and I were complicated but at the same time we weren’t. We’d met on New Year’s a few years back and after a flirty night we somehow decided to stay friends. Somewhere along the way we became inseperable. But sometimes I wondered what would have happened that night if I did work up the courage to kiss her like I wanted, or if I asked her out on a date the next time we met instead of asking her if she wanted to join the boys and I for brunch.

Y/N was fierce to the outside world but I knew the softer side of her. The one she allowed me to see after many vulnerable drunk conversations and road trips we often took alone. She was my partner in crime and I was lucky she’d picked me to talk to that New Year’s Eve.

I sit in the passenger’s seat of Y/N eco friendly car-a spot I was so familiar with the seat probably had an imprint in the shape of my bum. Christmas carols play softly through the stereo but I can’t focus because Y/N continues talking through them.

“So not quite a year but almost,” Y/N tries to get our fake history right.

“How about we say we made it official at last New Year’s so it’s easy to remember?” I suggest.

“Oh you’re genius,” she grins a toothy grin. “Yes-oh by the way Josh was telling me about the costumes you ordered for that video? When’s that happening?”

We get side tracked talking about work and by the time we pull up to Y/N’s childhood home, she’s less anxious but its not completely gone. I manage to get her out of the car and hold her her hand as we get to the front door. Her mum opens, trying to hide her shocked expression at my presence but reassuring me she has plenty of food. Y/N’s younger sister barely spares me a glance from her phone, already decided years ago that I was weird after walking in on Y/N and I trying to eat cupcakes without our hands (in all fairness it was for a video). Her dad welcomes me warmly and we’re all sat in the sitting room when the doorbell rings.

“Oh that’s probably Eve and Jim!” Y/N’s mum gets up to get the door.

“Wonderful,” Y/N glances at me and then says something to her sister which sets her off laughing.

Y/N •••

“Y/N,” my cousin sounds scandalized as she observes Joe. “Is this Joe?”

“Yeah,” Joe’s hand circles my waist answering before I could. “Nice to finally meet you.”

“I didn’t know you two were dating,” she eyes our posture and wraps her hands around Jim’s waist. Her fiance. Gross.

Jim greets Joe wearily and glances at me before deciding to concentrate on the Christmas tree. I’m better off without him, I remind myself. Eve and him were a better couple anyway. I had moved on to better things. He wasn’t even that great.

“Yeah we are,” I find my voice. “Joe and I. We’re...in love! Right?”

“Very much,” Joe smiles at me but his eyes are teasing me so I avoid looking into them in case I start laughing again. He made it very hard to stay serious.

“That’s so cute!” Eve says before moving on to greet my sister. I roll my eyes to Joe before we take our seats which happen to be right across from the vacant seats Eve and Jim were going to take. I’m grateful for Joe who wraps his arms around my shoulders and keeps me comforted until dinner. He knows exactly what to do and say to make it believable, even pecking my cheek when Eve asks our first date story which he pulls out of his arse. He deserved an Oscar. I would tell him after.

Joe •••

“So Jim,” I say halfway into dinner. He didn’t speak much but I wanted to know the guy who was Y/N’s firsts. He didn’t seem much her type but I figured there was more under the surface. “What are the plans for the wedding?”

“It’s a summer wedding,” he says slowly. “I thought autumn would be nice but Eve didn’t want to risk bad weather and whatnot.”

“Not just bad weather,” Eve cuts in and begins detailing her wedding plans which Y/N kicks me under the table for starting.

“You see you two going that way?” Jim asks me after a while as Eve continues to explain to Y/N her bridesmaid dress.

“Y/N and me?” I ask, caught off guard.

“Yeah,” Jim laughs, raising an eyebrow. “I can see the way you two look at each other. And she’s a great girl.”

“Yeah...you would know,” It’s easy to slip in my question. “She’s kind of close lipped about what happened with you two...?”

“Really?” Jim glances at Y/N almost like she scared him. “That doesn’t sound like her.”

“Guess not,” I force a laugh. The truth was Y/N went on many rants about how unreliable men were and I knew that was due to Jim, she’d told me vaguely he broke up with her and started dating Eve a few weeks later. But never the details.

“We were young and-“ Jim hesitates and glances at Y/N and then back to me. “She was always a little intense you know? It was just...a little much for me.”

“I think she’s perfectly intense,” I feel myself getting defensive and Jim catches it too.

“Who’re you calling intense?” Y/N says at the same time, her eyes burning...well...intensely.

“Uhm,” Jim shakes his head. “Just talking to Joe-“

“You.” I say. “I was saying I loved your intensity.” Y/N stares at me suspiciously, trying to read whether I was lying or not. “It’s part of your charm.”

“Y/N’s charm is scaring everyone away,” her sister comments and Eve laughs.

“Shut up idiot,” Y/N stares daggers at her sister but she just shrugs.

“Well it’s sort of true,” Eve gloats. “In secondary everyone eventually stopped hanging out with you because you scared them all away.”

“Or maybe it’s because you always bitched about me to anyone who listened,” Y/N bites back but her voice shakes.

“Language,” Y/N’s dad warns.

“Well hey, I’m still here,” I interrupt and grab Y/N’s hand to hold, hoping to change the subject around.

“Yeah that’s cause you’re...weird. Like Y/N.” Her sister eyes me.

“Hey,” Y/N’s mum scolds everyone but I mouth a thanks to her sister and she rolls her eyes. She looked just like Y/N. “Let’s not have this conversation right now please. Eve your plate’s empty would you like seconds?”

“Yeah Eve,” Y/N spits. “Want some sloppy seconds?”

Eve’s mouth drops and Y/N’s parents scold her as her sister giggles.

“So mature,” Eve crosses her arms. “No reason to stay jealous Y/N.”

“Why would I be jealous of pathetic Jim over here.”

“Y/N!” Her mum scolds.

“Y/N you’re-“ Jim starts.

“Shut up!” Y/N cuts Jim off and I almost feel bad for him. “You don’t deserve to talk. Not to my face, in this house.”

“Well you better get over it,” Eve cuts in. “You’ll be seeing a lot of him since we’re getting married and all. He’ll be around for a while.”

“Lucky for you-no competition-your only other available cousin is underage.”

Y/N’s sister’s jaw drops and the table explodes around us. I figure Y/N had taken it too far but she’s already stomping away before I could reach for her. I leave the noisy table and find her exiting the front door. I grab her jacket and make my way outside.

“Do you still like him?” I ask after I hand her her coat. I don’t know why I ask. But it’s suddenly important for me to know.

“Ew gross, Sugg. I thought you knew me better.” Y/N glares at me.

“I do. I’m just wondering why you’re still upset after all these years. You don’t have feelings for him so-“

“I don’t know!” Y/N turns away from me. “I just hate seeing them together. It just hurts! It reminding me every time I do how I was such an idiot, it reminds me of the shitty time I had in secondary, and how Eve always wins at everything. Even my parents take her side over mine even though they clearly see everything she put me through! Jim dumped me because Eve talked bullshit about me all the time and complained to him constantly. He never minded I was so intense but suddenly he was scared away directly into her arms-“

“So fuck him!” I grab her shoulders.

“I already did!” The words fly out of Y/N’s mouth, and she tries to stay angry but her face cracks and suddenly she’s laughing. “Jesus he lost his v-card in the bedroom above from where he sits. I wonder how Eve feels about that.”

I laugh, relieved that Y/N had run out of her rage.

“Y/N,” I tell her. “You’re not scary or a loser. There’s nothing wrong with your job or you intensity. You’re perfect.”

“Is this where we kiss?” Y/N raises her eyebrow.

“No mistletoe,” I look above us.

She rolls her eyes but I glimpse a smile as she looks down. “Want to walk down to my old school? Where nobody liked me?”

“Yeah,” I button my coat and grab her hand. “I’ll beat up all the fake bullies.”

“You don’t have to hold my hand out here,” she looks down at our clasped hands.

“Keeps us warm,” I kiss her forehead and we’re off. She tells me stories from school and I imagine her here walking these streets as a kid. I finally get the full Y/N story by the time we reach the playground. We pause in front of the front entrance and she gazes up at the building. Suddenly, she turns to me and closes her arms around my shoulders, burying her face into my neck.

“I’m sorry for dragging you all the way out here for this shitshow and wasting your Friday.” She says close to my ear. I ignore the shiver that runs through me and wrap my arms around her waist.

“It was fun,” I tell her. “I liked the look on your cousin’s face when you asked her about your sloppy seconds.”

Y/N giggles into my neck before facing me. She grows serious as she scans my face this closely. “I never actually asked anyone else to be my fake date.”

“Hm.” I let the information sink in. “So you wanted to lure me out here all by myself.”

“Sort of,” a mischevious smile plays on her lips. “You got a history lesson out of it.”

“The only one worth paying attention to,” I say just as she tugs my sleeve and is off running towards the staircase leading into the building. She stops at the side, and stands there with her back against it.

“I never asked anyone to be my fake date because I wanted you by my side,” Y/N watches me intensely as she tells me what I already knew, but her confirmation gives me the only push I needed.

“Well,” I step forward, closing the distance between us and her breath catches as she looks up at me. “It’s good. I wouldn’t have wanted any other fake date to be able to do this.”

I lean down and her eyes are already fluttering close as I press my lips to hers and just like everything about her, it’s intense and passionate and entirely electric.

“Why haven’t we done that sooner,” she asks against my lips when we part but my senses are too jumbled to form a sentence. It didn’t matter we hadn’t done it sooner, I pull her into me to kiss her again, it was perfect the way

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Spill it or Shot it? || Jack Maynard Imagine

Summary: Can you please do a Jack or Joe imagine where the reader and the guy are friends and they do a spill it or shoot it video together and embarrassing things and feelings are revealed? I love your writing so much! Request: yes Word count: 1483 words Authors Note: Yes guys I wrote a fic, a miracle really xx, I've missed you. ENJOY xx

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A soft smile graced my lips, as Jack slams his body down into his bed, softly patting the space next to him. I rake my eyes over the group of boys sitting around the 'set' before taking a seat next to him.

"So what's going on everybody and welcome back to my channel," Jack shouts making you jump slightly, "As you can see I'm joined by Y/N."

"What are we doing today, Jack?" I question, a giggle escaping my lips as the boys roll their eyes.

"Why, I'm glad you asked, Y/N, today we're doing the spill it or shot it challenge," He gestures down towards the table in front of him, "As you can see there are a bunch of shot glasses with different mystery liquid inside, its just vodka. Basically, the rules answer the question asked or take a shot."

I make a face at the camera and look back towards Jack as he reaches forward to a shot of clear liquid, "I'll start," You say regretfully. A chorus of 'oohs' echo from the boys sat in front of you.

"Brave," Jack laughs, "Okay, your shot is this mystery liquid. Your question is..." he trials off scrolling through his phone, "What was your last dream about?"

My eyes go wide, I had been joking around with jack about a dream I had the night before, "You're joking," I stammer, Joe lets out a laugh, "Fuck sakes. Fine, it was about a date, and that's all you're getting."

"Bullshit, we need more," Caspar laughs.

I shake my head. "No fairs fair, I asked what it was about not specifics," Jack says sliding the liquid back towards the others.

"For this shot, I ask you Jack, Who was your last hook up?" I say winking at the camera.

Jacks face pales, "Nope," is al he says as he raises the shot and downs it. He grimaces and pulls forward another shot, "Out of all our mates, who would you most likely snog?"

"You," I admit, but take the shot anyway. The liquid burnt as it went down. Vodka, perfect, I take a second, wanting to ignore the pit forming in your stomach. Just don't let it on that you're into him Y/N. "Who here are you most jealous of?" You splutter, trying to distract all the eyes on you from your previous statement.

"Jealous in what way?" He asks, I just shrug in reply, "Probably Joe, I don't know. When was the last time you were drunk?"

"I'm going to sound like such an alcoholic," I laugh, "I was actually drunk last night, just by myself in my apartment." I quickly grab another shot and down it. A couple of the boys' wolf whistle and start making comments about me not playing by the rules.

"Y/N, remember you take a shot when you don't want to answer," Jack jokes placing his hand on my thigh under the table and out of view. My breath catches in my throat and I nod my head softly.

"Who is your best friend?" I ask.

"Y/N, really?" He asks I nod, "Okay, then you. What was the last text you sent?"

My hands immediately reach out to a shot each and I drink them both, a conversation with my best friend about Jack? Yeah, not going to read that out. "Who is your biggest off-limits crush, Jack?" You ask leaning in towards him.

The boys immediately go silent. "And that's all for this video guys. I gotta go put 'drunky' to bed." Jack says pointing towards me as I grab another shot, confusion evident on my face. "Like, follow my social media, I'll link Y/N in the description, check her out, subscribe and I'll see you all next week."

"Wait why are we finishing?" I ask as Jack gets up to shut off the camera, I tip the glass up and swallow the liquid inside it. My eyes meet Joe's. "Joe! Come take a shot with me!" I shout giggling.

"You're such a lightweight," Jack states moving the shots away from me, "Seriously no more alcohol."

"Surely someone else will get drunk with me though, I don't want to be the only girl and the only drunk one," I say my words slurring slightly. I begin to stand up and feel the effects of the shots hit me, "Oh fuck." I giggle.

All the boys stand around me, basically forming a human barrier between me and the floor.

"Jack, I think I should go home," I say stumbling ever so slightly. I close my eyes to stop the spinning around me, "Less likely to be a mess there."

"Okay, Y/N." Jack says linking his hand through mine as he leads me through the apartment, "Better off to not be around those lot anyway. Although I wish you weren't such a lightweight so we could actually hang out."

"We hang out all the time," I say as we exit his front door, leaving the boys inside, "Aren't they going to make a mess? I can take myself home, or ill call a taxi."

"I'm not letting you go home by yourself, you're tipsy," Jack says.

We reach the street and exit the apartment complex. The cold London air enveloping us, I tuck myself closer to Jack and I feel my heart rate increase. We walk together in silence, the alcohol not affecting me as much anymore. A man on the corner of the street, holding bunches of roses, calls out to us, "A beautiful flower for your beautiful lady, huh sir?"

I let out a slight giggle as we get closer the man hands me the flower, "No we're-" I'm cut off with soft lips pressing themselves to my forehead.

"She is quite beautiful isn't she?" Jack says softly. I feel his eyes burning into my skull, but I don't look up at him. I begin to hand the flower back to the man and he pushes it back towards me.

"You made me smile tonight, keep the flower with no charge, you're love is beautiful," He says, bowing his head slightly. We both thank the man and continue down the street. It seems as though fate is pushing us towards hanging out for as long as we can manage that night. But it felt like no time had passed at all, Jack was my best friend and I had feelings for him.

"We've finally made it," Jack jokes, motioning toward the building, his other arm linked around my shoulders, just as it had been most of the night. I felt my heart drop, he didn't want to spend more time with me. It wasn't even past midnight yet and he was eggar to get rid of me. "Can I stay at your place tonight? I don't want to deal with the mess right now."

I nod my head softly, "Yeah, of course." I say dazed. A few moments of silence pass and we make our way up to my apartment. I pull my key out of my pocket, and shakily unlock the door. I take a step inside and motion for Jack to come inside. Once he steps inside I close and lock the door.

"Hey Y/N?" Jack calls out, I mumble in acknowledgement and turn around to face him, "I really care about you."

"Awe, Jack," I coo, moving closer to him to poke his cheek, "I care about you too."

Jack shakes his head no, a sexy smirk on his lips. I allow my hands to rest on his face as his arms curl around my waist. His eyes rake across my face before our eyes meet. His blue orbs pierce into my soul.

"I don't think you understand what I'm trying to say, love," He says endearingly, one of his hands trailing up from my waist to my face. He gently cups my face.

"If you do this Jack, you can't back out," I say as our foreheads press together, "I want this, as long as you're serious."

"I don't want to just be friends with you anymore," He confesses, my heart swells in my chest in excitement. I run my tongue over my lips ever so softly as my eyes rake toward Jack's.

Everything in me tells me that I shouldn't kiss him, that we shouldn't cross that line. But then it happens, our lips connect. It feels like magic, it begins in my stomach and flows all through my body making me feel like I'm on fire. Our lips moved in a perfect symphony, it feels like everything fell perfectly into place.

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