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Josh's White Deep V Tee (Josh x Reader)

"Totally up to you if you want to write this or not, but possibly an imagine where the reader is friends with the buttercream squad and she films a video with Josh, Conor and Jack and they somehow ruin her shirt so Josh offers her one of his and she's a bit insecure because she's curvy that it won't fit but he encourages her to put it on and sure enough it fits, and the guys tell her not to be insecure about her weight :)"

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"WRONG!" Jack yells, signaling that you and Josh have to do another forfeit and that Jack and Conor get another point.

"How am I supposed to know your family cat's name??" you complain.

"I'm hurt, y/n" Jack feigned "You don't follow me on snapchat, obviously, because I've only said it a thousand times."

On your trip to London you had tried to make the rounds to bank as many collab videos as possible. You had filmed a hilarious go-pro hide and seek video with you and Joe against Zalfie, a very dramatic nerd vs nerd video with Dan and Phil, a clothes swapping video with Louise, and you and Josh had just finished vlogging your first tour around the city. When you arrived back at the flat Jack asked you and Josh to film a video for his "Brothers vs _______" series.

"Drama queen. What is our forfeit?" Josh asked, knowing that there were only 3 or 4 left and they were all bad.

Conor pulled a piece of paper out of the hat and started laughing so hard he couldn't read it. Grabbing it from his hand, you read it out loud. "Oh, god. It says to let the members of the opposite team give you a Marmite face mask."

"Yes!" Jack cheered, leaving the room to grab the Marmite.

"Pleeeeeeeeease don't get this in my hair." you begged, knowing he was still going to get it everywhere, including your hair.

Sitting down with the brothers standing behind you two, Jack started putting Marmite all over your face while Conor started drawing a penis on Josh's face with the Marmite. "Jack! You just dropped it down my shirt! Ew! It's squidgy! And all over my boobs!"

Perfectly timed, all three boys moved so they could see where Jack had just dropped the Marmite. "Really boys?" you laughed, staring at the camera.

"Looks like we have our thumbnail" Conor laughed. "I think Y/n got the worst of this, though." He dipped his hand in the Marmite drenching Josh's hair and face in the rest of it.

Finally it was time to end the video. Jack and you sat in the middle with his arm around your shoulders. Josh on your other side and Conor on Jack's other side. "Subscribe to these three and give this video a thumbs up! I have to say, I've never seen Marmite look so good." Jack teased as he once more openly looked at your now very sticky cleavage.

Turning the camera off, Conor offered you his bathroom to clean up since Josh had just hopped in the downstairs shower. "I'll show you where everything is." he lead you up to his bathroom after you grabbed your bag.

"Towels are in there, use whatever you want in the shower, and the hair dryer and stuff is all under here." Conor pointed.

"Thanks. I cannot wait to not be sticky." you laughed, finally getting your face clean in the sink. Opening your bag, your stomach dropped. "Oh, shit. I don't know where I left my sweater." you said, realizing you'd have to hand wash your shirt in the sink and wait for it to dry.

"That's not a problem, I'll just grab one of my t shirts." Conor went to leave.

"No, no. I'll just hand wash this one really quick if you can throw it in the dryer while I'm in the shower?" you asked hoping he'd just do it and not argue with you.

"Y/n, I have more shirts than I can count. I can throw yours in the wash, but you don't have to wait for it." he replied.

Internally sighing and getting a bit anxious, you finally just said it. "Conor, your shirts aren't going to fit me. It's fine. Really. Just let me scrub this really quick and then I'll hop in the shower. it's not a big deal."

Conor's face dropped knowing he had just made you uncomfortable. "Hey, hey. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you. I wasn't even thinking about that. How about you take it off and hand it to me through the door and I'll take care of it while you're cleaning up." he cheesily smiled trying to fix the fun mood he felt he had just ruined.

Unable to not laugh at conor being a dork and relieved he didn't force you to try one of his shirts on, you agreed. "Thank you." you said, handing him your shirt through the crack in the door.

He went downstairs and started scrubbing the shirt in the sink. "What are you doing?" josh asked, seeing Conor in the kitchen when he came out of the bathroom.

"Scrubbing y/n's shirt. I fucked up and I'm trying to make it up to her." Conor said, focused on getting all of the Marmite out.

"How did you fuck up?" Josh asked, confused.

"She doesn't have another shirt with her so I told her to just take one of mine, but she kept saying she was fine and I just had to keep insisting not even thinking about it." Conor replied, adding more soap to the water.

"Thinking about what?" Josh asked, still not getting it.

"She finally just stopped me and told me she wouldn't fit in my shirts so I'm trying to clean hers. I wasn't even thinking about it, but I know I made her uncomfortable." Conor said, realizing the Marmite wasn't coming out of the shirt. "This is hopeless"

"Hey, don't worry about it. Put it in the washer and I'll bring her something she can wear." Josh replied, starting to walk to his room.

"Josh, she's going to kill me if I let you go try to convince her to wear something else again. She'll kill me for telling you it ever happened!" Conor started to worry.

"Really, I've got this. Just throw that in the washer with spot cleaner." Josh finished getting dressed and then grabbed his favorite white v-neck t-shirt, heading upstairs.

He could hear the blow dryer running in the bathroom, so he sat on Conor's bed until you were finished. Hearing the dryer turn off, he walked to the door and knocked. "Y/n?" Josh called.

"Yeah?" you responded, putting everything back on except your shirt.

"Can I come in?" He asked.

"Um....hold on." you grabbed the towel and held it to your chest, covering your stomach and bra. "Yeah, come in." you answered nervously.

"Hey!" he smiled. "Your t-shirt is in the wash so I grabbed one of mine so you weren't walking around in a towel."

"I'm going to kill Conor." was all you said, closing your eyes trying to calm down. The last thing you needed to do was have a full blown panic attack in front of the boy you actually liked.

Josh put his hand on your shoulder. "I made him tell me. He was down there trying his best to clean your shirt and I knew that mine would work just fine."

Looking up at him, trying to keep the water in your eyes from spilling into tears, you didn't know what to say. Do you wait in the bathroom for your shirt to finish being in the wash? Do you risk putting his shirt on and looking like a stuffed sausage?

"I know that you think that it won't fit or that you'll look horrible in it, but you're wrong. first, I know for a fact my shirt will fit you just fine. Second..." He paused blushing a bit. "Second, you look beautiful in everything you wear. Okay? I'm going to turn around and shut my eyes and you're going to put this on." Josh said, running his thumb under your eye to clear away a few stray tears before handing you his shirt.

'Did he just say what I think he said?' you thought to yourself, realizing you were just standing there instead of changing. Dropping the towel, you pulled the shirt over your head and turned to the mirror.

"Can I turn around?" Josh asked, looking adorable with his hands covering his eyes.

Laughing, you responded. "Yeah, you're good."

"See! I told you it would fit. It looks better on you than it does on me." Josh teased.

"Yeah, yeah. You were right." you felt relief flood your body. "I just get a lot of grief for being a big girl. Especially a big girl on you-tube. I avoid anything that would make it awkward for me or anyone else." you responded, looking at your feet.

"Y/n, there is nothing wrong with being a big girl." Josh replied, pulling your chin up so you were looking at him. "Now lets go watch a movie or something. I know Jack wants to order Chinese."

"Thank you, Josh. Really." you felt him pull you into a hug.

Grabbing your hand, Josh led you down the stairs to the living room. Pulling you down onto the couch next to him, he put his arm around your shoulders and you kind of snuggled into his side.

You noticed Jack walk into the living room with his vlogging camera out. Thinking Josh wouldn't want you two to look couple-y in the vlog, you went to sit up straight, but your efforts were met with Josh pulling you back into his side.

"Look at these two cuties." Jack spoke to the camera, panning over to you two.

Conor complained "Hey! I'm cute too!" throwing himself across your laps. Everyone laughed.

"By the way, Josh. You're never allowed to wear that t-shirt anymore. Once the world has seen it on those boobs, you'll never be able to make it look as good." Jack teased, having no clue that there was any drama behind you wearing it.

"I have to agree," Josh said, looking at you and trying not to blush.

"I don't know, I thought you looked quite handsome in it." you replied.

Your cute moment was interrupted by Conor yelling "I ship it!" at you and Josh. "And by that, I mean I ship Y/n and that t-shirt." he joked.

After everyone had eaten, Jack came up with the brilliant idea to film another video. "We should play 'Never Have I Ever'" he yelled. "We never have any girls in those videos!" Popping up to grab his camera.

"As long as there's no Marmite involved, I'm in." you responded, very happy with how your day turned out.

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drunk | joe

“well, you’re coming home with me whether you like it or not” - joe

The time was 11:48pm, and Joe was getting bored. 

He’d gone to a club with a few of his friends and his girlfriend Y/N and had danced for a while, but then realised - after two hours - that he wanted to go home. he had had a lot of fun, but it had been a long day at work and all he wanted to do now was go home, get into bed with Y/N and go to sleep. He was reluctant to go out in the first place after all.

So, he decided it was time to leave. After saying his goodbyes to Caspar, Mikey, and Josh, he went to find his girlfriend.

When he reached her, he found her sitting at the bar with her friend, Harper, holding a drink he couldn’t quite identify.

���Joe!” Y/N cried when she noticed him, carelessly throwing her arms out around her boyfriend, who had quickly noticed that she was quite intoxicated. 

“Hey, love,” Joe said, leaning into Y/N’s embrace, happy with her presence. “Listen, I think it’s time to leave. I’m getting a bit bored here. Shall we head back to mine and we can cuddle on the sofa?”

Joe felt as Y/N’s brown hair rested gently on his arm as she leaned into him on the bar stool, silently showing that she didn’t want to leave yet. “But Joe, we’ve only just got here babe! Can you just let me finish this drink that lovely Harper here got for me - which tastes REALLY nice Joe, do you want to try some?” Y/N clumsily lifted up her drink to him, applying close concentration to make sure it wouldn’t spill. 

“I think I’m alright. Actually, I think you’re alright too babe. You might have already had one too many.” Joe said, but Y/N just waved him off and went, “pfffft. I’m fine Joe! Completely sober.”

Joe just chuckled a little. “Come on Y/N, it’s time to go now.” He pestered, tugging on Y/N’s arm slightly. The girl shakes her head in protest, showing her disagreement. “I’m enjoying my drink babe!” She pouts, trying to win Joe over.

“Nope. None of that. You’re coming home with me whether you like it or not. I think it would be best for both of us if we just went home and relaxed in bed." Joe asserted.

At this moment, Harper piped up and said with gentleness laced into her voice, "Y/N, listen to Joe. I think he has the best idea." 

Y/N let out an over-dramatized sigh but said eventually, "oh ALRIGHT. If that's what you want. Because, after all, Joe, I am such a brilliant girlfriend. And I would do anything for you." She conceded, standing up from the cushioned bar stool, shrieking a bit out of surprise and grabbing onto her boyfriend's arm as she stumbled in her very high heels, her drink spilling onto the floor slightly. 

It was no secret that Y/N got very handsy and affectionate when under the influence, and as her and Joe walked out of the nightclub, her arm was wrapped closely around his waist, as was his around her’s, and her head resting somewhat dazed on his shoulder.

When they got outside, Y/N thought for a while as they were walking down the still busy streets of London. “You know what I really want right now my lovely Joseph?” She said contently, swinging their arms carelessly between them.

“What may that be love?” Joe asked in one of his accents.

“I really really want coffee. From like costa or something.” Y/N looked up longingly at her gorgeous boyfriend, drinking in his features. He was wearing those rounded glasses and they suited him perfectly.

“Darling, it’s nearly midnight. No Costa Coffee will be open at midnight!” Joe laughed, looking down at her. Y/N scrunched her nose and looked away. “Well now that is annoying.” She remarked. The brunette then looked up again, seeing that they were passing a McDonald’s. Her face lit up towards Joe, and she gasped excitedly.

“Joe! Let’s go in there!”

“McDonald’s? Now?”

“Yes! I’ve just noticed I really need one of those chocolate milkshakes. And a McFlurry. And probably some fries. Please?” Y/N goes as far as using puppy dog eyes.

Joe thought about this for a second and then replied with, “alright. Come with me and we’ll get something. Then we do need to get home. Alright, love?” He intertwined his fingers with her’s and leaned in to give her a quick peck on the cheek. Y/N frowned, trying to lean in for a longer kiss but failing in her drunken state.

The couple both ordered strawberry milkshakes for themselves and then traveled the rest of the way home via the tube.

They entered the flat quite tired, the small remains of strawberry milkshake still left in their hands as Joe grabbed some makeup wipes he kept in the bathroom when Y/N stayed over. He walked into the living room with them and spotted his beautiful girlfriend scrolling through her phone on the sofa, slurping the rest of her milkshake which had melted a bit in the process of getting home. Joe puts the makeup wipes down on the coffee table and then went over to the kitchen to grab some water for Y/N too, which he then also placed down on the table.

“Here,” Joe said kindly as he handed the brunette the glass of water, opening the bag of wipes. “Face me,” he said again in the same manner, holding Y/N’s face gently under her chin as he attempts to get the makeup off her smooth face. Instead, Y/N leans into Joe and gives him a long and messy kiss, that he can’t help but laugh at after they pull away.

“You’re cute when you’re drunk.” He laughs.

Grabbing the makeup wipe from him, Y/N frowns in disgust. “Joe Sugg, I am not drunk!” She says, opening her mouth in an “O” shape.

In return, Joe chuckles and mumbled the words “come here.” With one hand on her cheek, makeup half off, half on, he pulls her in and gives her a loving kiss on the lips. “I love you, so much. Even when you shout at me like that.”

“Joe!”

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Awful Liar || Joe Sugg

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Word Count: 1.2k+

A/N: this has been in my ask box for a while, seeing as i wasn’t quite sure how to go about writing it. but after writing a little drabble, aka the first two hundred words, i decided to morph it into a request and it seemed like this one fitted perfectly. enjoy!!xo

"This isn't funny, Joe!"

"Babe, come on. You've gotta admit that it is."

"No!" You protest, shaking your head violently as you stare at the mess of your boyfriend's kitchen, your eyes wide as you run a hand through your hair and take a small step back.

Joe, along with the rest of the boys, who had all collapsed onto the sofa, laughed at your overreaction, which to you, was an under-reaction. The place looked like they'd managed to hold a children's party in the hour whilst she was at Waitrose, and given them free reign of the kitchen.

You so desperately wished that you could begin to scold Joe just like you would if you were alone, and had to bite your lip to hold the comments in as he walks past you, inconspicuously brushing his hands across your waist.

You glare at his back and give the mess one last glance before rolling your eyes and walking out of the room, pulling your shirt over your head as you walked, flipping the boys off when a series of cat whistles were sent your way.

You walk into the downstairs bathroom and manage to find one of Joe's clean shirts to replace the one that you'd taken off and thrown into the laundry basket. Shrugging the soft material over your head, you quickly check your face and hair in the mirror before adjusting your tight fitted gym shorts and walking back down the corridor and into the adjoined kitchen and living room.

You walk into the kitchen and lean against the counter, crossing your arms over your chest and eyeing Joe with an amused smirk as you watch him reluctantly disinfect the surfaces. "You don't have to do that, you know."

"But you don't like mess, and it's not fair if you have to clean up after me all the time. That's not your job." He mutters, putting the cloth down and looking at you with a cheeky grin. "And besides, the boys were starting to get on my nerves."

You glance over your shoulder curiously, before looking back at Joe and cocking your brows. "Why, love?"

"Think it's just because I didn't get much sleep last night."

At his suggestive tone, you roll your eyes and nudge him. "Oi."

Joe smirks, glancing over your shoulder to make sure that none of the boys were looking before quickly kissing your lips and proceeding to worm his way around you and walk into the living room with a glass of orange juice in his hands and a cheeky grin tugging at the corners of his lips.

You press your lips together to hide your smile as you chuckle, picking up your phone from the place you'd left it on the counter and walking into the living room, collapsing back into the empty space on the sofa beside Joe, bringing your legs up to your chest and looking up at the TV that the majority of the boys' eyes were glued to. "What're we watching?"

"Some game show that Josh and Caspar used to watch back in SA," Oli says, taking a sip out of his beer bottle and looking over at her with his eyebrows raised a fraction. "Wait, are you wearing any form of trousers right now? Because all I see is skin."

This caught the rest of the boys' attention, and they all turned their heads to look at you in curiosity. You roll your eyes and shuffle up slightly, gripping onto the bottom of your cotton shorts and pulling them down as proof. Oli raises his hands in defense at your smug smile, and a few of the guys laugh before looking back at the TV. Joe leans in close to your ear, whispering so that none of the other boys could hear. "You know, it wouldn't be the first time you walked around this apartment with no trousers on."

You push him away, giggling quietly and rolling your eyes when he wrapped his arm around your shoulders and tugged you even closer toward him. Looking up at him through your lashes, you shoot him a pointed look. He simply smirks down at you and uses his free hand to scrunch up your face, laughing when you attempted to shake him off.

The gameshow turned out to be relatively entertaining, though the way Josh and Caspar got so into it that they'd glare at anyone who dared speak above a certain volume made the whole thing a whole lot more interesting. You got up a few times, either to use the bathroom or get drinks from the kitchen, but your spot under Joe's arm remained the same throughout the night, though every time you returned after doing something, you inched even closer than you had been before.

Your eyes began to burn after a good few hours, and you dug your hand into Joe's pocket to pull out his phone in order to check the time, seeing as you'd left yours charging in the kitchen just a little while earlier. You blink and allow your eyes a moment to adjust to the brightness of the screen before reading the time, your jaw slacking slightly in shock. The last time you'd checked, it'd only been around ten pm, and somehow, now, it was gone one am. You look up at the show playing on the TV, wondering what the hell kinda game show lasted for more than three hours before mumbling incoherently and looking up at Joe with sleepy eyes.

He looks down at you instinctively, and you blink up at him silently as he brushes his thumb over your cheek. "You tired, love?"

You nod your head and part your lips to reply, but Josh's booming voice interrupted before you could. "Okay, enough if enough. What the hell is going on between you two?"

You look over at them all, a startled look on your face when you realise that the TV had been paused and all the attention was on you and Joe. There was a moment of silence, before Joe cleared his throat and rubbed his forehead awkwardly. "Depends on how you characterise us as human beings."

Caspar snorts, rolling his eyes and chucking a piece of popcorn at the two of you. "Yeah, sure, whatever. But we all know that whenever Joe doesn't want us to know something, he tries to distract us with some kind of incorrect philosophical bullshit."

You bite your lip and shrug. "Well, would you guys be opposed to us dating, or..?"

"I have to agree with Casp here; Joe's a bloody awful liar. And, to be honest (Y/N), it'd be a long time coming, and we all think so." Jack snorts, and everyone else in the room, excluding Joe and yourself, nods in agreement.

Joe shrugs, looking down at you and kissing you softly. "Go to bed love, I'll be in soon."

As everyone in the rooms' eyes widen, you hum and kiss him once more before standing up, clutching Joe's phone in your hand, fully intending to use it to keep yourself occupied before he joined you upstairs and lectured you on how much better it is for your health to not sleep with a phone in your bedroom. You smile at the boys sleepily. "Night."

You received a quiet chorus of 'goodnights' as you begin to walk out of the room and up the stairs toward Joe's bedroom, leaving all of the boys to turn to stare at Joe with wide eyes. He shrugs and glances over his shoulder at you, watching as you turn the corner at the top of the stairs into his bedroom and smiling to himself. "Yeah, I'm not quite sure either.."

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Exclusive - Jack Maynard

“You mean, exclusive?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Now you’ve lost me”, he admitted.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You mean, exclusive?”, Y/N asked.

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

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

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

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Boy After Summer - Jack Maynard

Smut: No

Requests are OPEN!

A/N: I hope you like it :)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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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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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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Just a Simple Crush, Jack Maynard Fluff

-Y/N is Conor’s best friend and has a crush on Jack-

-I was just bored and decided on writing this, hope you all enjoy, please send in requests-

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“Y/N, you’re really not gonna like this one!” Conor says trying to hold back laughter. 

You were over at Conor’s and Jack’s apartment to film a video with Conor. You were told it was a dare video full of submissions from his fan base. You were a little nervous because you know its hard to predict the internet and their ideas.

“What is it this time??” You groan at all of the possible answers you didn’t want to hear. 

Conor had always been your best friend, and you never looked at him as anything more, he would laugh with you and stand up for you when you were sad, but the two of you had an unshared agreement on having no interest. Jack, however, was a different story. Whenever Jack was around, the two of you always shared quick glances that always left a questionable tension between you. When you were alone, you would both share jokes with each other but there was almost a longing stare that followed after either of you laughed. You knew you had the hots for him, you just didn’t know what to do about it. 

Conor’s laugh brings you back to reality, “It’s too bad Jack’s out, he would’ve loved this one!” You glare at his laughter until he shares your fate, “you have to drink a fridge smoothie!”.

Terror reaches your soul as you let out a fake gagging noise; a fridge smoothie is a smoothie that is made of 3 different condiments that are from your fridge, and unfortunately the choices aren’t yours. 

Conor sees your pain and begins to laugh more as he jumps up to grab some items from the fridge. “Ive got you a smoothie that is made up of, mayo, mustard, and tabasco sauce!” Conor grins at you. 

“Oh I am going to kill you Maynard!” You grit your teeth as you smell the drink in front of you. With that quick smell, you let out a shriek and quickly push it away from you. Conor quickly reaches out to keep it from spilling but ends up doing the opposite. Before you know it, the mixture of disgustingness was all across your shirt. 

Both you and Conor look at each other with straight faces until you both burst out with laughter. Of course, this wasn’t the best scenario, but you had to admit it was hilarious. Conor quickly turns the camera off in order to help you; he grabs wipes to wipe down the floor and hands a few extra to you. 

“I don’t think that this is gong to help my shirt much” you say holding up the wipe. 

“I would offer you one of my shirts but I’m doing all of my laundry right now”, Conor shrugs before coming up with an idea, “maybe you can grab one of Jack’s shirts, he probably wont mind” 

“Probably?” You say questioning Conor. 

With one quick stare Conor shares, “He won’t care, go grab a shirt”. 

You get up and make your way down to Jack’s room. Walking into his room while he wasn’t home was odd for you, you felt as if you were invading his privacy. When you sneak through the door, you see a bunch of his clothes scattered across the floor and his clean clothes hung up in his closet. You can still see the print on his bed that signifies where he was sleeping and it made you think about how cuddly he probably was. You grab the first grey shirt that you see and quickly change into it before making your way back out to Conor. 

“Not too bad” you say giving a shrug to Conor while you show off the shirt. 

“Very true, except it is twice your size” he laughs. 

Conor and you finish off the video together, completing a list of different dares. You both spent the majority of the time laughing. When it was finished Conor turned off the camera and got up to grab his jacket. 

“I have to go but you can hang out, Jack will be here soon” Conor hops down the hall.

“Where are you going?” You question.

“Ive made dinner plans with a girl on Tinder!” You hear the front door shut and under your breath you tell Conor good luck. 

You being alone at their house wasn’t out of the ordinary, you often came here just because you were bored of your own home and you wanted to hang out with Conor. Deep down, you knew that it was also to see Jack. You turn on the television and start to watch a random show that was about fighting crime. It kind of interested you, but you couldn’t help but anticipate Jack’s arrival. Just then you hear the front door open and a quick, “hello?”, from Jack.

You were happy to hear his voice, “Hey its me!” You yell back to let him know. 

When Jack walks around the corner he gives you a smile that brightened the room, “If I had known you were here, I would’ve gotten you some”, he holds up a bag of Chinese food. 

“Oh its ok, don’t worry about me” you giggle, Jack breaks eye contact to put his food down but instantly looks back to stare.

“Is that my shirt?” Jack asks with a confused, furrowed eyebrow. His eyes look you up and down as he subtly licks his upper lip. Has Jack Maynard just checked you out? You couldn’t believe it. 

“Oh ya, its a long story, I just needed to borrow it and Conor said you wouldn’t mind, I can change if you want it back” you say trying not to seem strange for wearing his shirt. You stand up to look for your dirty shirt until Jack interrupts you. 

“No don’t worry, I was just surprised, I like the way it looks on you” you stop searching for your shirt and stand straight to catch Jack’s eyes again. The dark blue sparkled from the lights above and it makes you shiver. 

“Really?” You ask shyly. Jack moves closer to you and grabs the bottom of your shirt to make it lay without any wrinkles and pretends to be judging it. 

“Id say you look good”, he looks up from the shirt and gives you a smile that makes your heart weak, it was bright and charming. Jack drops his hands from your shirt and backs up a little bit, giving you a little bit of space. You believed he knew what he was doing, he was flirting with you. 

“Thanks”, you say as your cheeks turn red and you look down at your feet. 

Jack reaches for a strand of hair that has fallen from your bun and decides to push it behind your ear, while he has the chance, he leans in and kisses you on the forehead, making you smile. “Don’t worry about it” he gives you a smile before the apartment door swings open. 

“Im back bitches!” Conor yells, both you and Jack laugh at his entrance. 

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Jack Maynard- Club Night

Summary- You meet Jack and his friends in a club and things get interesting.

a/n- I wrote this ages ago and forgot to post! Hope you enjoy. Feel free to send requests not just for the buttercream squad but for the Dolan twins too!

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"Omg y/n look its Jack and Conor Maynard with all their friends!" Your best friend, Olivia squealed as she pointed over to a group of rather attractive guys.

You were out at a club called Drama having a bit of fun with all your friends. You didn't know much about this group of boys your best friend was currently basically hyperventilating over but you'd heard their names and been shown their videos once or twice by her.

"We've got to go talk them they're so hot! Oh my god, we're in a club with celebs!"Olivia screeched.

"Sure but I call dibs on Joe!" Your other friend announced.

"If they're as famous as you guys say why are they gonna want to talk to us-" Before you fully finished your sentence Olivia grabbed your arm and dragged the group over to them.

You were trying to act uninterested but as you got closer a blond boy with piercing blue eyes caught your attention.

Your friends rushed over to talk to them and ask for photos but you lingered at the back.

While Olvia and your other friend were gushing over two boys with curly brown hair the blond was slowly made his way over to you.

You looked down at your drink pretending like you hadn't noticed him.

"Hey, are you with them girls?" He asked, looking you up and down; you felt his eyes linger on your body.

"Yeh, I am" You smiled up at him.

"Don't want a picture?" He winked.

"Not to be rude but I don't really know who you are"

"Wow I am so offended" He said sarcastically and rolled his eyes, he nodded over at the bar "Come to get a drink with me?"

You hesitated for a minute but mentally said fuck it and followed him over to the bar.

"So I am Jack and you are?" He asked.

"Y/n and you're famous for what?"

"I'm a YouTuber, and my brother's singer."

"Ohh so you're known for having a famous brother and being hot?" You teased.

"Woah well I would be offended but you called be hot so I'll let you get away with it" He chuckled.

You two continued talking for a while, he was funny and easy to talk to. The way he watched you as you spoke made your stomach fill with butterflies and every so often you'd notice him biting his lip. You could already tell he was quite a flirt.

Awhile later your friends came over with each with a boy with his hand wrapped around their waist.

"Aye mate we're all heading back now," Said the one next to Olivia how you thought might be Conor, Jacks brother.

"Have a good night" Said the one next to your other friend, you presumed he was Joe; he looked over at you and winked.

You all said your goodbyes as they got in cabs, leaving you and Jack standing outside together.

"Want to come back to mine?" Jack smirked.

"Mmh okay but don't get any ideas!" You joked making him laugh.

Jack called a cab and you stood in the chilly weather waiting for it, you shivered.

"You look cold," He said as he took off his jacket and wrapped it around your shoulders.

"What a gentleman" You giggled "Thank you'.

Finally, it arrived and Jack held open the door for you to get inside and then got in.

You were rather excited to be going back to his apartment, he was a celeb after all and well he was .. attractive to say the least.

He sat close to you in the taxi, his knee gently brushing against yours every so often. You were pretty sure he was doing it on purpose.

When you got to the apartment Jack ordered pizza and you sat on the sofa eating it.

"Jesus have we really been out that long," He said and pointed towards the window.

There were deep orange colours beginning to appear on the horizon. You got up and rushed over to it.

Jack was watching, thinking how pretty you looked a the glow from the sunrise hit your face.

"Come, look at how beautiful it is!" You called.

"Sure the views pretty but you're prettier" He joked, causing you to laugh.

He turned you to look at him and tucked the hair that was on your face behind your ear. He wrapped his arms around your waist and leaned down slightly, bringing his face closer to yours. He lingered for a moment as if checking to see if you were going to stop him, you didn't.

You thought he was going to kiss you but instead, he planted kisses up your neck and just under your ear. You pushed your body close to his, closing what little space there was left between you. As you tilted your head slightly you crashed your lips into his.

The kiss got heated as he ran hands down your ass and grinded his hips into yours. You two ended up making out more on the sofa.

And let's leave the rest to the imagination shall we, hah.

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They’re Going to be Just Fine » Joe Sugg

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What hate?” He questioned in confusion.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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dating jack maynard would include

credit to @peanutbuttercreamjelly as you inspired me!!

shopping dates. is that a thing?? idk. now it is. jack loves a bit of clothes shopping

stealing his clothes all the time bc he's fashionable

taking Instagram photos for each other 

sometimes you just have days where you do n o t h i n g but it’s great because,,,, company amirite

cute facetimes when he's away 

“i miss you” “don’t worry, i’ll be back soon”

jack goes to Dubai every year??? and does the same things... every time? but anyway this time you’re going with him how nice

buying him those weird maynard bassets sweets as a joke

“what’s better? Jack Maynard or Maynards wine gums?” 

him LOVING YOU™ and SHOWING YOU APPRECIATION™

Kisses...Everywhere™

a shit tone of sex i’m not gonna lie here soz

he will pose the cutest™ instagram stories and photos of you and him,,,,, fans are dead left right and centre

sometimes he will just take photos of you and post them bc you’re cute right

sex

joking about your sex life on camera and him having to cut it out

video length goes from 1hr to 10 mins... mostly because of this ^

having the weirdest sense of humour with each other and not being able to b r e a t h e 

jack hiding the fact he can cook

“jack what are you doing?” “i’m cooking dinner” “...you’re ordering dominos”

when he does cook it is actually the shit™

oh and sex

baking cakes and getting angry with him because he’s DOING IT WRONG

“JACK I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU EAT THE MIXTURE ONE MORE TIME” and jack apologising whilst he continues to eat it

being great friends with the boys and him being great friends with your girls

the hottest couple when you go clubbing

mikey saying “phwoarrrrrrr jack and his girl!” or whatever

wars of posting embarrassing baby photos of each other

“What the fuck have you just done” and “i will be getting you back...just you wait”

pet. names. 

him being sleepy and you cuddling him

turning on Netflix knowing you won't be watching it in about 15 mins because boy gets distracted

soooooo many running jokes...fans can’t keep up

your friends have probably walked in on you both at least once 

“at midday? seriously?”

the way he announces your relationship is goals... cute instagram gotta do it

finding his sensitive side

comforting him when he’s down and vice versa

holding hands. lots

he’s also your best friend

gossiping and bitching about people with each other

wait did i mention sex

destressing from work

candlelit dinners when the power goes out and sometimes just because

you’re his first proper love

“can i tell you a secret?” “i think i’m falling in love with you”

you just really love each other. like a movie or song lyric 

[carnhermahnerdd-blog]

The Coffee Shop | Joeck

A/N; I know tattoos are only briefly mentioned, but I hope the anon that requested this still likes it.

SUMMARY; Joe waits in the coffee shop every morning, hoping that one day, his soulmate will walk through that door.

REQUESTED; YES! "i was looking at a list of AUs and I found this one where you get a tattoo of the first thing you think about your soulmate? i hope that makes sense haha. could you do an imagine about Joeck for this AU please? thank you x"

WARNINGS; None.

Joe sits in the same coffee shop at the same table at the same time every day. He figures that, if he is to finally find his soulmate, it will have to be here. The place he’s waited every morning for three years.

Today is no different. He stares out the window, chewing his lip, deep in thought. Occasionally, the bell chimes and his head swivels to the door, praying that his soulmate will just come over and sweep him off his feet. One day, his luck will have to surface. One day, his soulmate will walk through that door. He asks himself the same question, like every morning: what if it’s today? But he doesn’t get his hopes up.

“What are you thinking about?” A familiar woman’s voice snaps him back to reality.

Smiling, he looks up, and sees Paula offering him an even brighter smile. Her hair is tossed up in a messy pony tail, as usual, and she taps a pen against a small note pad out of habit. A bright pink pencil skirt contrasts against the black blouse that is part of the employees’ uniform.

“Nothing,” Joe says.

She rolls her eyes, that infectious grin still on her lips. “I know when you’re lying, Joe. I’ve known you for three years.”

He shakes his head. “Honestly, Paula, it doesn’t matter,” he says firmly. Changing the subject, he asks: “How are you and Fred?”

Smile fading, she drops her gaze to the floor. “He’s been really busy this week. He’s been really stressed, and he point blank refuses to talk to me about it! I don’t know what I’ve done and I just-” Her bottom lip trembles as a quiet sob catches in her throat. “I just feel shit.”

He regrets asking now. “I’m sorry to hear that.”

“The usual, then?” This time, it’s her who swiftly changes the subject.

“Yeah, thanks,” he smiles.

Sniffing, Paula scribbles it down in her notebook and hurries off behind the counter.

Returning several minutes later with a tray, she places it down. Joe picks up his coffee and sips it, then takes a bite out of his cookie. He puts the money for it on top of the receipt. She’s also got herself a coffee and gulps it down, her puffy red eyes gazing into its dark contents.

Joe decides it’s not the right time to talk, and instead eats and drinks in silence. He stares out the window and a man who he recognises walks past, holding a bouquet.

“Paula!” he exclaims, nudging her, and pointing at the door.

The bell chimes, the man enters, and Paula stands up, unsure how to react.

“Fred,” she says loudly, confusedly.

The cheerful chatter of the coffee shop turns to one of excitement. They turn in their seats to watch the confrontation.

“Paula,” Fred says dumbly, sheepishly.

Joe rubs the small of her back in an attempt to comfort her.

Fred passes her the bouquet. Lilies.

“My favourite,” she murmurs, all note of hostility in her tone vanishing at this simple gesture.

He gets down on one knee and coughs nervously. “Paula, two months is too long for us to be together without you officially being mine. I love you so much, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me?” He gazes up at her like she is the only reason worth living.

“Yes!” she cries. She flings her arms around him and he embraces her, holding onto her tightly. “I love you.”

Everyone cheers as the tension disappears and people yell their congratulations.

A bitter jealousy stirs inside him. Paula is going to get married, and he hasn’t even met his soulmate. But he claps along with everyone else, because she’s his friend. His best friend.

“Oh, wow!” Joe says as she shows him the ring. “It’s so intricate – wow!”

“It wasn’t cheap, but it shows how much I love her.” Fred smiles at her fondly. He, too, has a contagious grin.

Paula and Fred kiss and Joe looks around awkwardly. “Get a room!” he half-jokes, half-wishes.

They pull apart. “My shift finishes in half an hour,” she says. “Can I come back to yours after?”

“Ours,” Fred corrects her, squeezing her hand.

Joe feels sick. The green-eyed monster has sunk its teeth into his mind.

And half an hour later, Paula leaves, the biggest smile that he has ever seen on her face.

He decides to sit down for a bit longer, grumbling under his breath. His mind thinks about Paula and Fred – happily engaged, both younger than him. He feels old, unwanted. Everyone usually finds their soulmate by the age of twenty one. He’s twenty six, and he wants to give up hope, although he’s still holding onto the thought that one day he might meet his soulmate.

A strange emotion brews inside him as the bell chimes. His body twitches slightly and a shiver runs down his spine. Running his hands through his hair, he feels an ache in his heart. It feels hollow. His breathing becomes rapid and his gaze lands on the man who’s just walked through the door.

The man looks younger than him, with blonde hair that he could pull all day and blue eyes that he would volunteer to drown in. A soft sigh escapes his lips as the man looks around uncomfortably, a frown on his face.

He’s hot, Joe thinks, watching the man stretch awkwardly, his shirt riding up to expose his stomach.

Suddenly, the man lets out a yelp and grabs his finger, watching it with a mixture of horror and awe. A few people send him weird looks, but most ignore him. Joe realises what’s happening when the man turns to face him.

Joe’s eyes are wider than a planet and his heart hammers against his ribcage. He can’t stop staring at him and an agonising pain shoots up his forearm. It feels like it’s on fire as words brand his skin. Clutching it, he slowly lowers it onto the table as the pain subsides.

It reads: He’s cute.

The man walks over with a smirk on his face. His stride is confident, bordering cocky, and his lips are red, and he tugs at them with his teeth.

“I’m Jack,” he says. “You’re not too bad yourself.” He shows Joe his finger, which reads: He’s hot.

“You’re my soulmate,” Joe says, mouth gaping like a fish.

“I’d prefer it if you call me Jack, but that’s the gist of it,” Jack chuckles. “What’s your name?”

“I’m Joe,” he introduces himself, flushing with embarrassment. “Sorry, it’s just – you’re so hot!”

Jack raises an eyebrow. “You already can’t control your mouth around me, can you?” He leans closer. “I can think of something to put in your mouth that might stop that word vomit.”

Swallowing nervously, Joe attempts to talk. “Shut up,” he stammers, blushing again.

“Do you want a coffee?” he asks, although his gaze lands on the unfinished coffee in front of his soulmate.

And when their lips meet, Joe's heart doesn't feel hollow - empty - anymore. And neither does Jack's. Their lips pressed together are the final pieces of the puzzle.

[cursivesugg]

Exposed || Jack Maynard

Requests are currently [ CLOSED ]

Masterlist can be found [ HERE ]

Word Count: 1.3k+

A/N: this is just a burn on basically all of us and i’m so sore; ALSO I’M BACK AND FULFILLING REQUESTS WHOOO!!xo

It was embarrassing for you to even think about; the way you used to be before you actually met Jack at a club in London and really got to know him as a person and not as his brand. He was handsome, but you'd always known that, but he had a way with words that made you feel as if you weren't talking to the boy whom you'd previously run a blog about, but he was a completely different guy. He was polite, a gentleman, and you came to the conclusion that photographs did not do his eyes any justice.

You exchanged numbers that night, and proceeded to spend hours upon hours texting non-stop, realising only when your eyes began to droop that you'd been messaging each other until three am, sometimes even later. It was one of your wildest dreams coming true, and you had to pinch yourself every so often to remind yourself that you were actually talking to him, and weren't just dreaming.

When you started dating for real, and became 'official', that was when you met the rest of the boys. You played it cool, but couldn't help the wide smile that remained on your lips all night long. But after a few months, you completely forgot about your blog, and the obsessive girl you'd been before you actually met Jack. You became a huge part of the buttercream squad, or 'gang', as a few of the boys liked to insist it was originally referred to as. You would shake your head and press your lips together in amusement, thinking back to the time when your friends in the tumblr fandom all lost it over them tweeting such nonsense.

When you appeared in one of Joe's vlogs, even if it was only for a split second as he turned around with the camera and caught a glimpse of you sat on his countertop with a juice box in your hands; the fans caught it without any issue at all. People began to speculate on who this mystery girl was, and why you seemed so comfortable in the company of all of the boys. As you read through all of the conspiracy enthused tweets, you couldn't help but smile softly and think back to a time when that was you, messaging your friends in all caps and making up wild stories just to amuse yourselves.

They gave up eventually, especially when Joe liked a tweet that a fan account had tweeted, telling everyone that they needed to calm the heck down and understand that the boys were entitled to a private life. You thought for sure that it was all over and done with, until one morning, you rolled over in bed and reached your arms out, expecting to make contact with Jack but to no avail. You open your eyes groggily and jut out your bottom lip into a pout, yawning as you stretch your arms and legs out wildly before standing up and wrapping your dressing gown around your shoulders.

You walk out into the living room, and seeing as you'd heard their voices before, you simply smile sleepily at Joe, Oli, Mikey and Josh before walking into the kitchen and wrapping your arms around Jack from behind, absorbing his warmth. "Why didn't you wake me up?" You mumble into his back before taking a step back and walking over to the fridge to grab a bottle of water.

As you walk back over to him, he kisses you softly and gestures down to the food he was preparing with a tilt of his head. "The only reason I'm up is because the boys blackmailed me into making them all breakfast, and you looked really comfy in bed."

You roll you eyes and grin, nudging him slightly before walking around the counter and collapsing onto one of the couches, forcing the boys to make space for you. You laugh and grin at them all, taking a sip of your water. "Morning."

You received a few grumpy 'mornings' back, and you looked down at your watch to check the time. it was only half past time in the morning, and you couldn't help but wonder why on earth the boys thought it was a good idea to get back at Jack for goodness knows what, by punishing themselves with an early morning.

You didn't understand these boys sometimes.

An hour later, you found yourself cuddles into Jack's side with your legs laying over Josh's lap as you all watched the screen intently, having mutually decided that Prison Break was the way to go. Jack was scrolling down his phone, not the biggest fan of Prison Break unlike the rest of you, and mumbling incoherently under his breath ever now and then, a habit you noticed he'd carried since the day you met him.

The boys left at around twelve, most of them only having free'd up their mornings and then had meetings to attend or videos to edit and/or film. With nothing to do with the rest of your day, you snuggle further into Jack and turn the TV onto YouTube, scrolling through your subscription box and frowning when you realised none of your favourite's had uploaded.

"Hey, babe, is this you?" Jack asks just as you decide on a video, and you hardly look up at the slightly old photograph of yourself before nodding and humming without thinking. It was only a few seconds later when it dawned on you, that the only place that you'd ever posted that picture was on your old blog, and you swore that in that moment, you heart stopped.

"Jack-"

"What on earth does 'smol' mean?"

"Oh my god." You exhale slowly, shuffling away form him and curling up into a small ball on the other end of the sofa. "Please st-"

"'Jack is precious and needs to be protected at all costs. Don't fight me', spelt, f-i-t-e." He reads out the post, and your cheeks begin to burn in embarrassment. "Babe, I can't believe you used to run a fan blog about me!" You part your lips, but you were completely speechless as you watch him continue to school down the page. "Oh my god, you have like, hundreds of people tagging you in posts asking you if you're dead and so many people are worried about you because you haven't been online in a long time."

"Well I wasn't exactly going to continue running a blog about the guy I was dating, especially not because when people do eventually find out about us, they'll probably trace me back to that." You gesture to the phone, you face scrunched up as you try not to cringe into yourself. "Please put it away, it's really embarrassing."

He looks up at you over the screen and frowns at the look on your face, reluctantly putting the phone down onto the coffee table before tugging you into his lap and cupping your cheeks softly. "I'm only teasing you, you know that right? I don't really care if you were a fan of my video's or if you weren't, but honestly? Knowing that you liked me even before I knew you, that makes me really happy." He speaks softly, looking down at you and brushing the delicate skin under your eyes with the pad of his thumb.

You nod and scrunch up your nose again. "It's still horrible to think back. Like, that blog used to be my life, and I met so many amazing people through you without you even knowing who I was."

He smiles and presses his lips against your for a moment before pulling away and laughing slightly. "But seriously, what does 'smol' mean?"

You chuckled, the tension falling away from your shoulders slowly as you sit up and rest your head on Jack's shoulder, scrolling down your old blog and feeling incredibly nostalgic as you read through your conversations and looked at your cheesy edits, all he while explaining to Jack the way of the average 'fangirl' language.

Later that night, when Jack had left to go pick up some food, your phone lit up, notifying you that he'd tweeted.

@Jack_Maynard23 tweeted:

If your girlfriend used to run a fan blog about you, don't be sad, be rad, go pick up some chinese food for her, and proceed to tease her about it for the rest of her life #boyfriendgoals

[peanutbuttercreamjelly]

Dating Conor Maynard might include...

cheesy pick-up lines

like literally all the time, if not in person than via whatsapp or snapchat

weird snapchats in general

memes

tagging you in funny videos

him always making you laugh

him laughing even more than you, because we all know he’s the one who laughs most at his jokes

but he’d love to see you laugh, even more if it was because of him

sometimes he’d even blush because of that

when you first started dating, he made sure that you only got to see his best side

although you guys got intimate in the sexual sense pretty quickly, he didn’t let you in at first

but deep down, you could feel that there was so much more that you hadn’t seen yet

patiently waiting until he was comfortable to share that with you, too

because you were here to stay, and he knew it

it just took him a bit longer to fully get comfortable

you respected that, knowing that he would do the exact same thing

but when you were on that deep level, there was so much to discover

working through issues together

because you were a team, and he made sure everybody knew that

getting on really well with the other boys, especially Jack

hanging out with him a lot

always cuddling when you were watching movies or a series

hand-holding

cheeky slaps on the butt, because he just loved your butt

you’d slowly learn to return them

him giggling in the most adorable way when you’d smack his bum

loving glances

like you could be at a party, chatting with different people and you’d feel him look at you

feeling all warm and bubbly inside

him giving you compliments all the time

because he wanted you to see yourself like he did

him being called whipped because he was so infatuated with you

but he didn’t mind being whipped for you

hugging the other from behind

him singing softly into your ear, just for you

helping him through his creative phases

being one of the first people to hear his new music

making sure he’d eat enough when he was writing music, because he would often forget that

generally taking care of him

sometimes feeling like you didn’t have a boyfriend, you merely got yourself a five year-old child

him being so attentive

like he would always get you something special when he was away

“I spotted this in a shop, and it made me think of you”

long-distance-relationship when he was away in LA

he still made sure that you wouldn’t feel lonely though

still managing to speak to each other at least once a week

facetiming until one of you fell asleep

checking the time-zone where he was in

goodbye-kisses that turned into a severe make-out session in the hallway when he was leaving

sending good-morning and good-night-texts to each other

him spending the first two days (at least) only with you when he was back

not letting go of each other until you really had to

reunion sex

at first having real passionate and eager sex, getting all the frustration out from being apart for so long

round two was much more vanilla, with slow kisses and loving glances

generally having sex on almost a daily basis

giggly sex in the bathtub

shower sex, although one of you almost always gets hurt

buying a non-slip-mat for this purpose only

morning sex

drunk sex

showering together afterwards

eating breakfast together

being the fan’s otp