#thatcherjoe edits

[chocolatemillkk]

Bathroom Floor (JS)

A/N: an old request of a tired Strictly Joe mixed with something from my own head. Also why does it feel weird to now write things based on him...

It was one of those weeks that felt like a Thursday on a Monday and now that it was actually Thursday, Joe was knackered. Practice had run late again and it was past one in the morning by the time his key turned in the lock and he dropped his bag by the front door. He wondered whether his girlfriend was home but her worn in slip-ons near his own shoes answer his question.

Skipping a snack of any sort, Joe grabs a bottle of water and quietly makes his way upstairs to run a bath. His body wanted to skip the bath, crying out for sleep instead, but he’d already made that mistake in week 2 and he wasn’t about to wake up incredibly sore tomorrow.

As Joe moves to his closet, he eyes your sleeping figure; you’re curled up on your side and the duvet has slipped off half of your body revealing your odd position. Joe bites back a laugh, knowing how often you kicked the blankets off in your sleep-there were a few times he’d woken up to a kick in the stomach from a sleeping Y/N.

As quietly as possible, Joe passes by the bed and stops for a second just to see his girlfriend’s face. It had been two whole days of not seeing each other after a whole year and a half of going out. You were nearing the end of your residency and your random schedules made it hard to see each other but throw in his late nights practicing and it meant no quality time together.

Joe reaches out to brush back a strand of your h/c hair. She was so beautiful, he thought before slipping out of the room.

The bath is almost full by the time Joe gets to it so he strips off and eases into the warmth of the tub.

•••

You're not quite awake when you hear the floorboard near the door that was known for creaking. You blamed it on that one time an angry Caspar tackled Joe to the floor there after a prank gone wrong.

Was it morning already, you wonder. You were still so tired after a full eighteen hour shift at the hospital; you wanted more sleep.

But Joe must be in bed.

This thought gets you to crack your eye and turn to Joe's side of the bed but it's empty-never been slept in. You bolt upright and reach for your phone immediately thinking of the worst scenarios but your alarm illuminates the time before you get to it: 1:54am-you had only been sleeping a couple hours. Joe's side was perfectly done because he hadn't gone to bed in the first place.

You lay your head back down and close your eyes, sighing as your beating heart goes back to normal. This week was way too long-longer because you'd barely seen Joe. And you were so very tired. You missed evenings with Joe but you were so proud of how far he'd come with dancing-you didn’t mind the weird schedule if it came with the price of Joe’s happiness.

A low humming catches your attenion as you begin to relax and you open your eyes again, turning your head to notice the faint warm light on the floorboards. And now that you were conscious of it-it did smell like vanilla. Joe must be home in the bath.

This thought alone convinces your tired body out of the comfortable bed it lay in to get a glimpse of your boyfriend. But not before you wrapped yourself in a furry blanket and slipped on your house slippers.

The door to the bath is ajar and Joe doesn't notice as you silently push it the rest of the way open but he catches your reflection in the mirror as you walk in and jerks his head your way.

"Shit you scared me," he chuckles when he sees it’s just a tired-looking Y/N.

"Sorry," you say softly. You shuffle to the tub and Joe reaches for your hand that dangles at your side.

"Did I wake you?" He asks, concerned that he'd potentially interrupted your sleep.

"Nah," you fold your knees and sit cross-legged on the floor beside the tub. The tiles were cold so you wrap your blanket tighter around you. "I just wanted to see your face."

Joe dips his hands into the bath’s foamy bubbles and creates a white beard for himself. "Here it is."

"Christmas is still a month away Santa Claus," you laugh at his silliness. Even with the tired bags under both your eyes, there was still time for play.

You swipe some of the bubbles off and blow them back into his face. He grabs your hand once it's empty and kisses your knuckles.

"I've missed you too." He kisses your hand again and you feel fluttering in your stomach as he smiles at you. Joe had a way of looking at you so tenderly, like you were a fragile thing he coveted and it always made you as nervous as the first time you saw him. The truth, however, was the complete opposite. You-your love for each other...you two were made of strong stuff. No matter how complicated your hours got as you chased your dreams and Joe chased his, you two were always with each other. Nothing fragile or breakable about that.

"How was practice?" You cover your yawn with the blanket. "How're you getting on?"

"We nearly nailed it! Just a bit more practicing," Joe comes alive as he talks about practice. "Can't tell you specific bits though-I can't wait for you to see it all on Saturday."

"Me too," you squeeze Joe's hand. “I’m oddly nervous.” You'd finally managed to get the Saturday evening off and you were going to watch Joe live for the first time since he started. Joe normally sent you clips of practice to watch during the week to catch you up on what he was up to but this week he refused to show you anything so as not to spoil the final performance. "But mostly I’m excited to see you in all your dancing glory up on the stage! Finally get to celebrate with you on time."

"Well we celebrate only if we make it to the next round." Joe says and the way his eyebrows scrunchle you can tell it was stressing him out.

"You're definitely making it," you trace out his brows to smooth the worry out. Tracing your finger down his nose you say, "You work way too hard not to make it-"

"So does everybody el-"

"Hey," you cut him off. "Don't doubt it."

You lean forward and kiss him, not realising how you missed even the solidness of Joe. And even though your hair gets wet as he tangles his soapy fingers into it and the corner of the blanket soaks into the tub, you hold the embrace for as long as you can.

"I'm so proud of you," you whisper as your forehead rests against his. "You've accomplished so much and I'm so proud."

"And I'm really proud of you," Joe deflects the praise humbly. "You've only got two more weeks of insane hours!"

"Just take the bloody praise without flipping it back on me will you?" You smile before pecking his lips.

"Touché," Joe flicks bubbles onto your nose.

You laugh and push him away, sitting back down on the floor but he grabs your hand and holds it to his slick chest. His thumb strokes the ridges of your knuckles and you settle against the side of the porcelain tub, your head laying on the edge. The two of you stay silent as you gaze at each other in the dim lighting, your arms running the length of the space between you two as you hold onto each other, both marvelling at how you got so lucky without saying a single thing. The dim lighting adds to the ambience of the night, the scented candles warming the room, and the gentle music playing from the speakers does the trick-lulling your eyelids closed.

Joe watches as you fight the sleep and slowly give in to it, your head resting against the side of the tub and the blanket wrapped tightly around you. He knew you'd just had a long shift and how normal it was for you to fall asleep right about anywhere-but this was new.

Joe stealthily reaches for his phone with his other hand and takes a picture for his collection of Y/N-sleeping-in-random-places. So far, there were over fourty photos.

Finally relaxing his own shoulders, Joe closes his eyes and allows his muscles to soak into the warmth of the water-minus the one hand still holding onto yours. He smiles to himself at what the two must look like. But he knows he would take any moments with you in your hectic lives, even if it was the simple act of holding hands just to feel close to each other. Even if that meant one of you sat on the bathroom floor while the other was submerged in water.

When the bath water eventually turns lukewarm, Joe sits up and moves your hand to your lap. He steps around you carefully to finish his nighttime routine. After tying his robe, he kneels to where you still slump, surprisingly in deep sleep.

"Y/N love," Joe tucks your hair behind your ear. You don't even budge so Joe shakes your shoulder. You mumbles something that sounds like go away and he can't help but laugh.

"You know I could put your hand in the water and then go away and you'd probably pee your pants," Joe tells you as he gets one arm under your knees instead and lifts you.

"Piss off," you mumble against his chest.

"Now you're awake," Joe shakes his head as he carries you to bed. "You just pulled the oldest trick in the book on me.”

You’re too tired to respond but a small smile tugs at your lips. It's mischievous and childlike, Joe observes. God, he loved this woman.

"Should've left you on the floor," Joe continues as he places you gently into bed and pulls the covers over your body. He settles in next to you, pulling you closer to his body because he'd missed the feeling. The way your solidness grounded him.

"I love you," Joe whispers into your ear, 3 words he never tired of telling you. You hum back, too tired to say the actual words-but hoping he understood it was tired talk for I love you too. With the way he tightens his grip around your waist, however, you were certain he understood it perfectly.

[niallerbaby1d]

Black and white

[thatcherjoesdaily]

[oh-ishouldnt]

Josh holding the most precious thing in the world in On dear… (Joe’s vlog)

[mikrokosmo]

why’s he always licking his friends??

[nothingmorethanamoonchild]

Make up challenge - Alfie & Joe // Shock edition

[imgagaoflouis-bis]

Hi guys! I’d like to make a joeck edit but i’m having trouble to choose the song.. do you have any suggestions? :)

[petitezoella]

[chlockscreens]

I was absent for a long time, I'm sorry, and if you want your own lockscreen with a photo of joe or a particular theme, don't hesitate to tell me! also, thanks so much for the 186 followers, that's huge and crazy !

[buttercream-imagines]

I never claimed to be the best video editor, but here’s a compilation of some of the best/most iconic/most important/my favorite videos of Joe’s in the past five years. Five bloody years. That’s insane. Here’s to five more, and then a billion more after that. I’m not even going to try to come up with the words to explain how grateful I’ve been for these past five years, because we all know I blabber on enough about that kind of stuff.

So Joe, thanks for everything. You’re flipping fantastic xx

(also I have to get up in less than six hours cuz I stayed up too long to edit this whoops) (that’s not a lot of sleep for me I usually get at least seven lol hate myself)

[chocolatemillkk]

Red-Handed II (JS)

Request 1:Can u do a imagine (Joe) where You guys do a video on Reading imagines/fanfics?❤️

Request 2:Is there a chance that you could do a part two to show the teasing??

[Part 1]

It had been a couple weeks since the horrifying incident and since then, I made sure to stay clear of imagines and I made doubly sure to delete Joe's finger print from my phone. He lost his privilege, emergency or not.

I had missed Joe that morning, had a lie in, and then dragged myself to an afternoon shift at work. I promised my friend last week to cover her reception shift this week as she was on holiday, but as a result, I didn't see my boyfriend as much. By the time I came home, it was half past seven, and I could hear Joe's music playing softly mingled with the sizzling of a pan.

"You're a sight for sore eyes," I stop in the middle of the entryway and wait for Joe to notice me. His face relaxes into a smile when he spots me and rummages in the cupboard for a wine glass-pouring me a generous portion.

"At least it's the end of the week," Joe reasons. I nod and watch him cook, sipping the wine, and relishing the mundanity

"How was your day?" I ask when I could muster up enough energy. "Talk to me about you."

"Nothing too exciting," Joe glances at me. "Had a conference call with Zo, had to do some admin, and I was trying to come up with a good idea for a video."

"Still don't have one?" Joe had been asking me for ideas since Wednesday.

"No," Joe groans. "I've been so busy with other things I just feel blocked."

"We'll think of something together-I'll help you with anything." I reach out and squeeze his hand. He leans over the countertop and kisses me, it tastes like black pepper and I tell him that.

"I'm trying to season this fish," Joe laughs.

"It makes me hungry," I chuckle, moving around the counter to swipe a carrot.

"Oi," Joe grabs me by the waist before I can escape and pulls my back into his chest and I giggle. "Don't eat dinner before it's served!"

"I'm hungry!" I whine but Joe tickles me in response. I wriggle and get out of reach but my back soon hits the counter and he traps me in place.

"You have no self-control, woman."

"It's part of my charm." I grin at him.

"Well good thing I like being in control," Joe suddenly changes into a deep-what he thinks is funny-sexy voice.

"Joe," I say seriously in my cross voice. "Don't start."

Joe leans down and brushes his nose against my neck before leaving kisses to my collarbone. I stretch over and turn the oven off, I didn't want anything to burn.

"What's a sexy line I can say?" Joe looks back up at me with a goofy grin. "Let's imagine one together."

"Joe!" I push him off with a smile. "I'm way too tired for this. And you promised you would stop teasing me!"

"But I thought you'd like this after I caught you-"

"Get your head out of your arse," I chuckle. "That was the first and last time I read anything about you. I want food right now, not weird story sex."

"You sure?" Joe raises an eyebrow. "I can't use my piercing gaze and my tongue that has a life of it's own?"

I cringe, "That sounds scary."

Joe sticks out his tongue and brings it closer to me as I back away but in one swoop he leans down and licks my cheek.

"I hope you know," I laugh. "You just got a tongue full of makeup."

"I know! I can taste it!" Joe says with a lisp as he runs to the tap. "It tastes like sun screen!"

I laugh and shake my head at him. "This is why we can't be sexy."

"I can give you fireworks and butterflies like they say I can," Joe finally says, wiping away droplets of water from his mouth.

"Babe are you reading your own imagines?" I ask and Joe goes pink. My jaw drops and I tease him, "Are we that self obsessed then?"

"No I swear it was-it's for research." Joe laughs but embarassment tints his cheeks and I can't help but gloat.

"Research to improve your skills as a lover?" I turn the tables on him, using his jokes against him.

"I don't-I don't need improvement," Joe mutters, turning back to dinner. "I was having fun teasing you the other week and then I was just fascinated and horrified at some of the things people write out there."

I wrap my arms around him, laughing. "So what's this 'research' for?"

"Well..." Joe turns to me. "So you did say you'd help me with anything right?"

"I don't like where this is going," I say.

"Okay I think it would actually be really funny if we reenact imagines."

"Joe your followers barely know I'm your girlfriend! That's-it's-we can't!"

"Come on!" Joe pulls his puppy face. "We can come out more officially-and we'll only do the PG-13 imagines."

"Don't give me that face," I rub his face with my hand and he pulls away laughing.

"So will you do it?" Joe asks.

"What do I get from this?" I sigh.

"Are you kidding me?" Joe grins and points to himself. "You get me!"

"I already have you!" I shout as I walk away. I wanted more comfortable clothes if this topic continued but Joe laughs knowing he'd won the deal.

•••

"Are you guys ready?" Josh asks at the camera. Joe had convinced Jack and Oli to join us as the imagine he chose had both of them in it. It also involved Jack touching me a lot so I wondered what Joe was up to.

But turns out, he hadn't realised what re-enacting actually ensued. Or he hadn't read the full imagine. The story's plot was Joe was in love with me but so was Jack and Jack had a lot of flirting bits. The reader had just added in Oli as a wingman and Oli performed that in a perfect, booming voice.

"A little quieter," Josh complains during the second half. I had dressed in the club dress the imagine outlined and so far had swerved a kiss from Jack that made Joe clench his jaw, danced with Joe as if we were at prom, and swooned at Jack's muscles like an 90s romcom.

"Joe's a wanker," Jack tries to bite back a giggle as he reads his script. "You deserve a real man like me. I can take care of you."

"Y/N looks over Jack and even though she could fall for those baby blues that pierced her soul, they weren't the eyes she wanted to fall for." Josh reads the narration. Jack and I bite back grins staring at the other and I hear Joe snort off screen. I couldn't believe he had roped me into all this but I was having fun with my role in all this. I put my hands on Jack's "broad shoulders" and lean into him.

"You're not the man I want," I was supposed to whisper sexily but Jack and I just collapse against the other giggling.

"Can we take this last scene seriously?" Josh shouts. He was hangry. We'd been filming for a couple hours now because Jack and I kept laughing and Oli kept shouting his lines. Joe was quieter than I thought through all this.

"It's so ridiculously far-fetched," I wipe my tears. "I can't help it!"

"Wait," Josh stops me wiping my other eye. "Leave the tears for the drama."

That only causes us to laugh more and Josh rolls his eyes.

"Josh would make a perfect Hollywood director." I whisper. "Okay, again!"

I put my hands on Jack's shoulders and leave the tears on my face. Jack clears his throat and we continue the scene. I kiss Jack on the cheek and he pretends to be hearbroken as the camera pans to me knocking on an imaginary door.

"Y/N," Joe answers the "door".

"Y/N looked at the sexy beast standing before him-hey that's what they called me at school-"

"Josh!" We all shout and he chuckles, apologising. I bet the unedited version of this video would be a lot funnier.

"...Joe doesn't have to hear Y/N say it. He already knows what was deep in her heart."

"Aw," Oli says absentmindedly and we all shoot him a dirty look. He mouths a sorry and goes back to his phone.

"So Y/N says I love you, and jumps onto Joe, and he catches her perfectly curved body as their lips meet in a fiery passion-Y/N you're supposed to jump."

Joe and I had been too busy staring at each other in horror.

"Did you actually read through this?" I said under my breath.

"I skimmed it," Joe admits. "Fucking hell-just jump already."

"Here goes," I say. I tell Joe I loved him which makes him smile and when I jump he catches me despite stumbling back.

"That looks like you two have practiced this...like you guys...have experience." Josh says right up against the mic.

Joe and I part from the final kiss and I laugh at Joe's mouth which is smeared with red lipstick. I had worn it on purpose.

"Josh you interrupt just as much as we screw up."

"The story's done!" Josh gets up from behind the camera and walks in front of it. "And scene!"

"Thank god," Joe says as I slide down. The boys look at him and start cracking up.

"You look like a bloody clown," Jack laughs.

"I feel like one," grumbles Joe and I wipe at his mouth affectionately. "Alright boys thanks for the help but we'll clean up on our own."

"Wait you're kicking us out? After we filmed for more than two bloody hours for you?" Jack asks.

"You promised you would feed me," Josh complains.

"We'll meet you at that Mexican restaurant in an hour and I'll pay-I'm gonna clean up first."

The boys complain and call Joe names but they leave and as soon as the door closes, Joe sighs against it. I smirk with my hand on my hip.

"Enjoyable?"

"I did not enjoy how much Jack seemed to enjoy that imagine."

"You're the one that chose it love," I laugh.

"I know," Joe stumbles towards me and reaches his hands to where the short dress ended. "I didn't realise how good you would look in this dress or how good you were at acting."

"Just admit you were jealous of mine and Jack's relationship," I tease.

"I...yeah alright." Joe buries his face in my neck. "You're mine."

"I'm yours," I laugh, stroking Joe's hair. "And you're mind despite what all these 'y/n's' think."

Joe crushes me to him and kisses me and I can tell he'd been wanting to do that since Jack's almost-kiss.

"Babe we should start cleaning if we want to make it," I tell him after.

"Oh I just used cleaning as an excuse to get the boys out," Joe winks.

"Oh. So...what did you have in mind?" I grin, catching on. "Another imagine?"

"No more imagines," Joe groans. "Ever. I promise I'll never bring that up."

"At least your followers will get a fun video."

"Yeah, and at least now I can do this, on and off camera." Joe pulls me to him and kisses me with a frantic urgency.

"I'm not going anywhere babe," I say when we part for a breath.

"Only to our bedroom," Joe says against my lips. We grin at each other like two conspirators having kicked our friends out for this. We rush upstairs, taking the stairs two and a time and laughing the whole way. Our bodies collide in the bedroom once again, continuing our story-this time, R-rated...

[niallerbaby1d]

Omg it's been so long ❤️ I think I'm gonna make an insta account who would follow? And should I post more edits?

[thatcherjoesdaily]

[oh-ishouldnt]

And I’m lucky to say that Joe is mine for the rest of the year Joeck New Year’s kiss

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