#with his ginger mate oli

[wildfire-rewrite]

Who is Princess, in this rewrite?

Princess

Merchant from the Band of Blood

Kittypet -> Merchant

she/her/hers cisgender, pansexual

Image IDs below the cut and information.

Grandparents: Crystal, Unknown Sire Parents: Jake, Nutmeg Siblings: Sun Firesong, Henry, Tommy

Mate(s): Oli Kit(s): Snowbelly, Lune

When she hears about her twin brother's involvement with the wild cats, she is filled with fear. The same ones that killed their mother? Their other siblings? She is terrified. She didn't even get a real chance to say goodbye. Doesn't matter. A week later, she and him meet again. She gives him hope during that first meeting, and when they meet again, he gives her promises. Promises to always visit. The last time they chat one-on-one, she gives him her only son from the litter of two. They talk more sporadically after that. They are never close like before. They can't ever be, really. She's lost so much to the wild cats. Her family, except her daughter and mate. She'd heard of the Band of Blood, and decided to join. She'd also heard that there was more family there, and that her half-siblings held high power in the group. So, she joined. It was the best decision of her life.

Personal Comments:

I like WF!Princess and canon Princess, and for that reason they are both sickeningly tragic in their own ways. Firestar never said goodbye to his sister in canon, did he? She never says goodbye to him in the rewrite.

I could have another go-round on her design, but I like what I have.

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[ Image ID - Princess, but in the Wildfire Rewrite. She is a large, fluffy, brown and ginger tortoiseshell tabby with white along her face, chest, belly, legs, and tail. She has very bright orange eyes. End ID ]

[ Image ID - The previous image, but with her collar. It is a striped green and white collar. End ID ]

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NOT to be greedy but i would kill & die for ur take on max & lando informing the following people about the impending baby: 1) jon malvern 2) tom bale 3) random f1 driver of your choice (lewis? daniel??)

o alright then

(mpreg, some nsfw, ambiguously trans max)

This - they should have known this plan was not going to work. What was supposed to happen was Max just saying he was driving and so couldn't drink on Oli's birthday . Except Oli had immediately said he'd get them a cab and fuck the money, let's have a big one and then they had to think fast, which neither of them is good at so Lando just got them a hotel room and then got distracted by the bed.

Which is why their back-up plan was Lando drinks all of Max's drinks too. It is, Max is coming to realise, possibly the worst plan in history. He's managed to dispatch a couple into plant pots and one into the sink in the loo and Oli's drunk enough now not to notice.

The problem is Lando is also so drunk he's quite hard to control. And Max would kind of like to go back to their room and sleep because he's crotchety and tired and drunk Lando is just unbelievably annoying at the best of times.

Which is what makes him make a huge mistake and leave Lando with Tom while he goes to the loo because apparently he can't drink more than half a glass of water without needing a piss, these days.

When he gets back, Tom looks a) very drunk, b) confused and c) like he's scrutinising Max. To be fair, the second two of those can be explained by the first but something about the way Lando looks both deliriously happy and sort of sheepish tells him some kind of shit has gone down and it's 2am and he wants to go home.

"Alright, what the fuck?"

"I mean..." Tom takes a big swig of a drink he definitely doesn't need. "I mean, I could say that - I didn't know you were. Y'know, that Lando had. I thought you were just-"

"Lando," Max hardly ever uses his real name to him and he knows it's a bit of a mum tactic to do it when he's telling him off but, well, whatever, they're going to be dads soon aren't they?

"I'm sorry!" Lando hiccups pathetically and it's nearly enough to make Max forgive him except he is hormonal and he can already guess what's happened here. "I just - I love you and. And I wanna tell people and it just, I'm really drunk."

Lando emphasises it by falling over and only just catching himself on the table, before reaching a sticky hand for Max. "You're just soooooo-"

There's a very strong possibility something absolutely terrible is going to come out of Lando's mouth, so Max shuts him up with his. It's a bit reckless, given they're in public but Lando's apparently in the mood to make announcements.

Except Lando's mouth somehow tastes of pineapple and ginger beer and at least three types of alcohol and Max has to reel back immediately and cough. "Jesus, what have you been drinking?"

"Everything," Lando says, woefully and slumping on the table. "I'm gonna feel so bad."

Tom is looking at them like he's making calculations except he's too drunk to make the maths add up and Max is too tired to help him. "Mate, I'm gonna take Bob somewhere to throw up. Speak to you tomorrow?"

He gets a nod, Tom looking like he hasn't blinked for several minutes and Max manages to shoulder Lando enough to find their jackets and maneuver him out. Thank fuck their room's only a walk away, Max trying to stop Lando tripping him up before he manages to get him into the lift and then onto the bed.

"Max.," Lando sounds very small. "I'm sorry. I tried to drink all the- I wanted to, I like you so much."

Max sighs. "I like you too, buddy. But you gotta brush your teeth before bed or I'm gonna throw up more than you."

Lando hiccups, in reply. Wobbles to his feet and takes some steps towards the bathroom. He's just about to shut the door when he turns back and goes. "Maxy, no one's thrown up more than you."

He throws a pillow at the door and finally, finally gets into bed, instantly feeling better for being horizontal.

Max wakes up with Lando curled round his back, holding him and if it hadn't been so sweaty he could've forgotten they're going to need to share toilet time this morning, Lando groaning as soon as Max unlocks his phone.

There's a text from Tom, which doesn't really surprise him but it's from this morning, not last night, so actually contains coherent words not just a symbol keysmash.

Should've said congrats to you and Bob. Gotta let me be a godfather.

Max is too close to the time he's gonna need to throw up to reply to that, so just rolls over a bit, into Lando. "Y'know you told Tom we're having a baby?"

"Yhhh." Lando sighs. "We are."

-

Lando agonises over it, for some reason. Says it's not his thing to tell Jon and Jon doesn't really need to know, except that Jon sort of has to know everything about Lando and also clearly has guessed something is up with the way Lando keeps having to make time for things and then Max is suddenly moving to Monaco.

He doesn't want to credit Lando with having taken one for the team by getting blasted and telling Tom but maybe it is Max's turn. And Tom knowing has helped, it's taken the teasing down a notch and let Max relax a bit more, not feel like he has to wear baggy clothes or can't go swimming.

There's a lazy morning (well, for him) in Monaco when he gets out of bed late and realises Lando must be in the office on a Zoom call, finds Jon sitting in the lounge. He's fairly confident he doesn't need to explain why he just walked out of Lando's bedroom because Jon seems easily intelligent enough to count the number of rooms in a small flat and do that particular bit of maths but he does hesitate for a second, only wearing a robe that sort of makes it obvious.

In the end, Lando's been saying it's his to tell and he doesn't think Jon's judgemental enough to be an ass about this, so he walks across to the breakfast bar, starts trying to find a mug in the dishwasher.

Jon looks up at him and gives him a grin, friendly as ever and then Max straightens up and. He could just be getting fat, to someone who didn't recognise anatomy but Jon does, knows what Max's body looks like, knows he doesn't normally have a small curve from his crotch to his waist.

To his credit, he doesn't stare at it, looks more like he's filed it away somewhere in wherever he keeps information about Lando. Just says "hey" and asks Max how he is.

Max shrugs. "Lazy, this morning."

He could try and excuse it all as that. Jon would give him an out. If Max had a baby that looked exactly like him and Lando in his arms, Jon'd let him say as much as he wanted to.

But he wants to tell.

There's a pause. "I've been, y'know. Morning sickness, for ages and it's just worn off, which is mega so I'm just, y'know. I probably shouldn't be lazing around but it's nice getting the bed to myself."

Jon nods, solemnly, then smiles again. "How long?"

"To go?" He gets another nod and Max looks at the chart stuck to the fridge, realises they maybe aren't as subtle as they think they are. "Uhm, like two months now? D'you wanna see the scan?"

He hasn't shown anyone. Well, apart from his mum and he made her swear not to tell anyone, except he knows she told his dad to stop him taking Max golfing. He misses it, the baby's gonna have to get used to whatever a child seat for a buggy is.

Jon doesn't ask any awkward questions, lets Max show him everything because once the dam's burst it turns out he really wants to talk about their baby. About all the kinda exciting things, like how he's counting the kicks like the doctor told him and they're small but they're healthy and that's ok because Max is pretty small and Lando's not much bigger. And they're gonna get them a crib, at first, when they're little and then Lando's office is moving into the gaming room and they've been buying, just the last week or so, stuff for when the baby's here.

"Wow," says Jon. "You've really got it all figured out."

It's the first time it's occurred to Max they actually kind of do. Having no one to help them's kind of made it their problem.

He subconsciously puts a hand on the sort-of-bump, soothing. "I hope so."

"Listen, mate, I don't think anyone has everything sorted. But you look like you're doing alright and they're gonna have two great dads." Jon gives him a pat on the shoulder. "If you need more time with Lando I can make him actually concentrate instead of trying to avoid sets."

Max shakes his head. "Nah. You're alright, he only fusses over me anyway - which, like, it's nice but sometimes I just wanna do things for myself."

He sets about making the tea he'd abandoned, as well as one for Jon and by the time he's finished Lando comes out of the office, visibly doing a double-take at Max being there and obvious about it.

"Congratulations, mate, you didn't tell me." Jon says it with a little bit of reproach. "Thought you were just sneaking off, not going to ultrasound appointments."

Lando blushes, reaching for Max and slinging his arms round him from behind. "Yeah, well. It's - not just Max's thing but, y'know. It's his news."

Lando kisses his ear, soppy and wet and Max should fight him off but actually Jon just gives them a very affectionate, indulgent look before getting back to whatever he's working on. Max leans back on Lando, lets him take his weight for a second, kneading at Max's back where it's started aching.

-

Max assumed Oscar was going to be the first driver to find out and then he was going to have to go through some sort of various stages of career-grief, explanatory cringe and finally, hopefully, baby excitement. That was because he was thinking about it from his perspective, though and he knows Oscar.

From Lando's perspective, it is not at all surprising that it's Carlos.

He lets Lando bring him to all the European races and Miami. Although in retrospect, just as well that one was early enough in the season no one could've told anything. By some insane coincidence the baby's due in the August break, which there's no way they would've been able to plan.

What that means, though is that by Spa he's fucking waddling or at least feels like it. Maybe they got the dates wrong? Maybe the baby's gonna turn up during Q2. It's wet and Max hates Spa (and feels bad for hating Spa) and he hates it even more when it's raining and the baby seems to hate it too, kicking him viciously all the way through quali and not even slightly soothed by a hand inside his hoodie pocket.

He looks odd, now. It's still mostly hide-able in big enough clothes and the weather makes it easy to layer up both his and Lando's rain jackets, bundling himself up. But he's got a bit of a weird glow to him and he can't walk or sit normally anymore, struggles with getting up or sitting down without losing his balance.

Of course Lando has to put it on fucking pole so he hauls himself up via the arm of the McLaren sofa and does his own coat up, shrugs Lando's round his shoulders, to trudge to the interview pen.

He doesn't want to lean on the fence, that feels way too much like looking over a stable door, barefoot or some shit. Which Lando would probably love, especially if Max wore a milkmaid dress but he's not indulging that on the first baby. Or thinking about the fact he's already accepted there will be a second. Wants that.

He leans against the pit wall, instead, watching Lando do his interview and feeling proud of his man. Lando works hard for it, on himself and the team and Max does want to get back to doing his own thing one day but it's nice, knowing this is who provides for them. The baby flips over or something, makes him stuff a hand in his pocket to stroke the bump but at least they've been pacified by their other dad doing well, no longer trying to bruise Max's kidneys.

It's only when Lando catches his eye that Max feels a bit of panic. He'd been expecting a smile and a wave, the usual thing that happens when they see each other at the podium, when Lando's done well. Instead, Lando frowns, gets out of his interview as fast as possible and then vaults the metal fence, straight through his mechanics, to get to Max.

"Whoa there, Bob, what the fuck-"

"Nono, you need to be in the warm." He tries to say he really needs not to be bundled by Lando but it's pointless, already being lovingly but forcefully marched back to the McLaren garage and motorhome. "I told them not to let you come down, I even said it on the - I hope they didn't broadcast my radio but like, it wasn't too weird but you should be resting."

"Mate, I'm fine," Max tries to protest and Lando gives him a very strong Look.

"I know because you've been resting and staying warm, not standing in pit lanes where there's - oh god, there's so many things, what if you catch fire-"

"I'm not going to catch fire-"

"But what if you breathe in oil or something? Fuck. Please stay in the warm? They'll make you anything you want to eat and Andrea knows, he can pull me out of the race if it starts."

Max swallows, as Lando manages to nudge him over the threshold of the McLaren motorhome. "Bob, I'm alright. I just wanted to see you."

Lando swallows, too and maybe they need to talk about whether paddock kissing is something they should work up to, before they bring their baby to a race.

"Just, please? I can't - my head's all over the place and I want you to be safe."

Max pats his arm, then grips Lando's bicep, through his race suit, reminds him he's not that far off the same strength. "Ok, buddy."

"Lando!"

"Oh, fuck." Lando leans his head on the doorframe for a second. "Uh. I'm not sure how I'm gonna explain this."

Max touches his cheek. "You don't have to. Just tell him, he's your friend."

Lando grimaces, then leans over and kisses Max, extremely quickly and half-hidden by his own hand.

"Lando! What the fuck? We have to go to the press conference." Carlos grabs Lando's other arm and for a second Max panics that they're going to have a weird fight over him. Before he realises he can just let go, that Lando ought to go with Carlos.

"Yeah, sorry." Lando closes his eyes, takes a deep breath. "Just, the baby's nearly due and I panicked."

"What?" Carlos' huge eyes make comic confusion look even more ridiculous. "The baby?"

Lando exhales again but more deliberately, like he's grounding himself. "Yeah, come on, I'll tell you on the way."

He slings an arm around Carlos' shoulders, steers him away from Max, before looking back and mouthing "Go inside, I love you."

Carlos gets Kit a 1-2 month old romper in yellow and black. It's not branded but it looks like the Renault suits, when they were both there. Something that's Carlos and Max, not Carlos and Lando. He appreciates it more than he could've expected, so many of the gifts coming from one side.

It takes nearly three months for Kit to grow into it but Max maintains it's ok for babies to be tiny. And it gives him time to fit back into one of his old junior academy shirts so they can match, Kit cuddled against his chest on their sofa during Lando's birthday party.

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wait wait wait wait. You guys don’t find oli attractive? 😅

Well, looking at it from a sort of objective view, i don't think ginger hair, fair freckled skin, big ears, a gangly body and a short stature is conventionally attractive. Combined with having no ambition or goals of your own, besides following your best mate around the world, doing his bidding, while picking up fan girls who only wants to sleep with you for your connection to louis, i'd very confidently answer no on this question.

[thedevilinmybrain]

Oli can't remember a time when Louis Tomlinson wasn't an integral part of his life. It's as if Louis has always been there, like he fit into his place and it was as natural as breathing, like a limb. Louis has that way about him, an uncanny ability to draw people in, to make you feel safe and at home. He's the sun and everyone else is just a part of the orbit, circling and circling, blinded but never once considering closing their eyes. Once you have Louis' favor, once you're one of his, you never want to lose it.

It feels good to know you have Louis' attention.

Oli can still remember primary school, how all the other lads would rush around, try to make Louis notice them, be his best mate. Stan always came close, always a good contender, and Calvin too. But only Oli was chosen to sit by Louis at every snack, on the reading carpet, often in the corner for time outs. It was Oli who listened to Louis sing in the car, in his room, working up the nerve to try out for the drama club. It was Oli who helped him memorize lines. The lads might have known about every crush, every sloppy make out in the back of a theater, about the girls who would stare and whisper from across the lunchroom. But it was Oli, on a cold September night laying on the floor next to Louis in his room, that had heard Louis ask about kissing boys.

They had grown up together, had bled together on the same cobblestone streets, rubbed grass stains from the same footie pitch into their knees. Oli was there for every birth of a sibling, for every long day at school, for every sleepover and movie night and mischief. He had been the one to watch Louis punch the first bully to ever pull on Oli's ears and hiss 'ginger minger‘ at him.

It was more than just in each other's pockets. They were brothers. No secrets between them. Made plans to be lads for the rest of their lives.

Then Louis went to an audition in London and he never came home.

[ferricadooza]

louis really went out and wrote perfect now for his ginger best mate, oli, huh?

[tobeheard]

you got ocs to share mate?

Hey Anon!!! I’m super sorry about how late this is, usuallyI can’t stop telling people about my OC’s when they ask but I’ve been busy forthe past few days with uni work so I’ve been slowed down!

Before I begin though, I should probably let you know that Iregularly change the themes/plot/setting of the world my characters are set in.While they may be human (or not) today, they could be something drastically differenttomorrow. I do this mostly in an effort to try and find a story that “clicks”for me, and while this hasn’t quite happened it has been really helpful withcharacter development!! Anyway, onto the OC’s!

Kit

Originally Kit was designed as an 18 year old maleconscientious objector drafted into World War One (Christopher Frederick Barrow).Now Kit is a grumpy lesbian wood nymph who lives in a small little houseamongst the woods, filled with books and various trinkets that she likes toinvent with. She’s kind of inspired by Kit Marlowe (name inspiration!!) andTinkerbell XD She’s very quiet and instead of jumping straight into scenariosshe likes to stand back and watch a situation first before she can decide onwhat to do. While she can be very logical, and sometimes even a little bitremoved from a situation, that is not to say that she is emotionless. She isvery quick to get frustrated with things. Sometimes she gets quickly frustratedwith books she can’t decipher the language of, or if her inventions don’t workout. She especially gets frustrated and huffy when it comes to the girl shelikes. She can’t stand the fact that she’s so easily flustered by this one girlwho likes to go on hikes through the woods sometimes. Whenever she gets a lookat her she feels like she’s swooning, and then she’s immediately red faced andirritated because this girl is a human and “how dare she” make Kit havefeelings!!! Looks wise, Kit is quite tall and slender, she’s got bob length curlybrown hair, wears glasses, has these goldeny brown eyes, is deaf in her rightear and has mid-dark tanned skin. Last time I drew her she was wearing dungareesand she’s a cutie pie and I love her very much!!

Oli

Oli (Oliver Delaney) was my OG OC!! He came aboutwhen I was around 15 so he’s a good 7 years old in my brain now! He’s quiteshort, probably at around 5’3, and a bit stocky. He’s got the sides of his headshaved and this floofy blonde curly mess up top! The funny thing about Oli isthat he’s changed the absolute least out of everybody. He’s bisexual, anabsolute sweetheart that pines after many a person and tries to woo them with badlywritten love poems that he immediately tries to unsend. He’s from quite ageneric nuclear family. Two happily married parents, and a younger sister thatdrives him mad. His parents work in a bakery, and it was always the intentionthat he would take over the family business but he wants to desperately be a professionalballet dancer despite all the odds against him. He’s quite sweet and mildtempered, and a little bit of a push over if I’m being quite honest. He and Kithave always been the best of friends in every changing story I’ve had, so itwould be much the same with wood nymph Kit (he would be the “human friend”) asit would for the university au I had planned (he was a Dance student and shewas an English Lit student and they met in a module on Early English Performances).He originally had a crush on her but is absolutely not bothered at all withacting on those feelings. He knows she likes girls and he wants to help her getout of her shell and get a girlfriend! Anyway, I love Oli. He has my heart.

Ada

Short for Adelaide, originally she was an assassinprincess! I honestly have absolutely no clue how she fits into the wood nymphlesbian love story tbqh! She swings from being the love interest to a friendand honestly I have no idea what to do with her atm but she’s my Queen so I’lljust list the things I do know about her. She’s from a very rich andinfluential family. She’s extremely close to her father, but her mother overthe past few years has become nothing more than a puppet for her grandmother soAda is always dubious around them. They have quite traditional ideals where shehas a role she’s expected to play but Ada has absolutely no regard for them.She’ll wear the clothes and the make up she wants to wear, have her hair allsorts of crazy colours (it’s currently pink and orange) and genuinely live herlife however tf she wants. She has a lot of unchecked privilege which she hasto work on over the course of her life, but she’s willing to admit her mistakesand grow as a person. In terms of temperament, she kinda reminds me in ways ofErica from Teen Wolf. Relationship wise, she didn’t get on the best with Oli atfirst (she likes people who fight back and Oli kinda lets her walk all over himwhich she views to be absolutely pointless) but they’ve formed this sort offriendship now where she respects his choices and will kill for him (he’s apuppy).

The other OC’s I have aren’t as fleshed out as these guysbut here you are:

Theo

Theodore, Irish, ginger hair, from a big familyand is the oldest of all his siblings. He takes great pride in caring for his youngersisters (he has 4). His dad isn’t around and his mum works 2 jobs so he’spractically raising them. He’s very tall, demi, and dislikes Ada strongly. Hesees her as a rich kid who comes from a world that doesn’t give a crap aboutkids and families like him and he’ll repeatedly make his feelings clear. He andAda do form a sort of reasonably amicable friendship but there is always thisunease coming from him and this sense of indifference coming from her so theynever 100% click. Theo is very attached to Kit and basically “adopts” her andlikes to make sure she’s fed. He’s the type of person to facebook stalk hissiblings love interests to see if they’re good people.

Lonnie

Kit’s ex-girlfriend. Their relationship was toomuch too fast and they burned eachother up in the atmosphere. The relationshipended practically in flames and while both suffered towards the end, Kit verymuch got the brunt of it. They were 15 at the time, so they’ve both grown as individualsand Lonnie last I checked was a fitness enthusiast but I don’t know much else.

Ailsa

an OC from 6 years ago, heavily influenced byMerida. She’s Scottish and her personalities was kind of a mix between Lonnie’sand Ada’s, so she’s never really come into the forefront but she’s always here.Loitering.

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uhhhh deciding the title later : Nouis Cooking Show AU

yes im pretending the pandemic didn’t happen for my own personal stability ✨

Louis POV ~ (Louli supremacy <3)

“Are you sure you want a triple chocolate cake, love?”, Louis was out of breath as he ran up the driveway. “Didn’t you have one last year too?”

“Yeah but my friends loved it so much last year, they’re hounding me for it this year too”, Lottie’s voice spilled through the phone. “And honestly, I love everything you bake Lou, it doesn’t matter to me”

The rain was pouring down now, and Louis was desparate to get inside. He smiled as he fished his keys out of his coat. “Alright then, love, I’ll get started on it now.”

It was Lottie’s 21st and Louis was making her a birthday cake. Her 16th and 18th were ruined, so Louis was determined to make this (amazing). What he wasn’t telling her, though, was the fact that he was not just making an ordinary cake, he was making her a huge three tier cake, decorated with literally everything that she loved, from her favourite characters of Peaky Blinders to her sparkly makeup things that she seemed to adore.

Louis went inside and said his goodbyes to his sister. He was getting all the ingredients out of the pantry when he felt a pair of arms wrap around his waist. “Aren’t you supposed to be at work, sir?”, he asked.

“Layla left us early today, I think she was in a good mood”, came his boyfriend’s voice near his ear.

Louis smiled as he put down the huge bag(?does flour even come in bags?) of flour on the kitchen counter(island?). He turned around to face Oli and pecked him on his lips. “Well don’t bother me for a bit then, I’m making a birthday cake for Lots”, he said in a warning tone. Oli and baking did not mix well for Louis. At all. Oli sighed and left the kitchen to Louis. As Louis fell into the familiar pattern of making the batter, Oli hollered from the living room(I hope that’s what the Brits call it). “LOU YOU GOT IN !!!”

Louis didn’t understand what the hell his ginger babe was on about. “What are you saying?”, he said, wiping his hands on his apron and walking out of the kitchen. Oli was standing behind the couch with the widest smile. “It’s Love Productions, they emailed you back.”, he said. “You did it, you did it Louis. You’re gonna be the next winner of the Great British Bake Off”

“Are you fucking with me, babe?”, Louis was shaking in his hands. “No, look”, Oli handed him his phone, open to his Gmail. On top of his inbox was an email from Love Productions, stating that Louis had in fact been selected as a participant for the Great British Bake Off 2021. “Oli”, he whispered. His face seemed to refuse to stop smiling (what’s grammar lol). “Oli, I got in”, he said softly, looking at his boyfriend. “Yeah babe”, Oli replied, pulling Louis into his arms. “I’m so proud of you”, he said, kissing Louis deeply. “Let’s take this to the bedroom love”, Louis smiled against his lips.

Niall POV ~

Niall sighed as he looked across the street at the dive bar. He was supposed to meet up with his brother that night. He couldn’t for the life of him figure out why he suggested that particular bar. At first, he thought it was just muscle memory, but now, he’s starting to think there was probably more subconscious thought behind it. He took another deep breath, then crossed the street and entered the Dolphin. It looked the same as it did three weeks ago, which was when he last visited. The memories however, seemed more vivid and each one seemed to scald him more than the previous one. 

Niall willed himself to shake it off, this was about Greg and he said that he had big news, so Niall needed to focus on that. He found a place at the bar and smiled at the bartender, Sam. “Alright there Niall?”, Sam greeted with an answering smile. “Hiya Sam, how’s it going mate?”, said Niall. “Ah, I’m good, thank you. The regular?”, asked Sam. “No, I’d like a whiskey tonight, please”, Niall internally winced hoping Sam wouldn’t ask for details. Thankfully Sam seemed to understand and didn’t push. Instead, his face contorted into one of sympathy and he went away to get Niall’s drink.

It had been exactly three weeks since Niall proposed to his ex and got rejected in front of everyone he cherished. He had been planning it since weeks and all he got in return was “I’m sorry, but no Niall.” Needless to say, Niall had been (losing his mind? idk put something sad here). The only thing that was keeping him afloat was his cooking competition.

[buttercream-me-up]

Sleepy // Josh Pieters

Word Count: 1213

Summary- You come home exhausted after work, and hang out a bit with Josh & friends.

Warnings; N/A

A/n; Working on a bunch of requests today x Also this song is killing it, Conor singing in spanish got me f’ed up {Krippy Kush}

Requested; Yes, for @fridaroland

req; Hi there :) I would love a Josh imagine. Reader falls asleep with their head in his lap and he keeps a conversion going with someone else while petting their hair like they were a cat. If that makes sense... Have a great day

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“Josh? I’m home.” You called into your flat. You’d had a long day at work, and were absolutely exhausted. “In the living room!” He called back, and you dropped everything you had in hand on the counter, hanging up your coat and slipping your shoes off. 

When you’d finished putting away all the things you’d had from work, you followed his voice into your living area. You almost frowned when you saw he had all of his mates over; Caspar, Joe, Conor, Jack, Byron, Oli, and Mikey were all over, playing FIFA. (What a surprise!)

“Hey, boys.” You greeted, fighting a yawn. A chorus of “Hey, Y/Ns!” followed, and you smiled. You loved these boys; you were known for being the ‘unofficial female buttercream’ by their fans, and even they began to feel you were. You’d been dating Josh for almost 3 years, your anniversary in a few weeks.

 You knew the boys before the relationship, having grown up with Mikey, and all the boys being disbelieving that “Mikey knows someone who is actually hot, and hasn’t run yet?” in Jack’s words. Probably not surprising, considering his flirtatious attitude, but Josh didn’t appreciate the comment, even if you weren’t dating then.

You always got on well with the group, and all of them (except Mikey, who thought of you as a sister), flirted with you constantly. All the other boys backed off, however, when they saw the immediate and obvious connection between you and their “ginger tree”. 

They actually had to set you to up; you were oblivious to his feelings (how, you didn’t know, you realize now how obvious it was), and he was too shy to speak up. Eventually, Conor just yelled “God, you’re both idiots! You’re like lovesick puppies, just ask her out already Josh!”, and that’s how you two got together.

Anyways, you loved the boys like brothers, but you just wanted a day in with your boyfriend; guess that wasn’t happening, though. “What are you all up to?” You asked, trying to act unbothered by the fact they were here. You sat between Josh and Mikey, leaning your head on Josh’s shoulder. “Just gaming. How was work?” Mikey asked, his eyes not moving from the screen. 

“Long. I swear, some of the people there are dumber than you, Mikey.” You teased, earning a chorus of cheers from the others, and a sulking Mikey. “I’m just kidding, Mikey. You know I love you.” You said, giving him a cheeky wink.

“Hey! What about me?” Josh pouted, and you opened your mouth to reply, but a yawn came out instead. “Excuse me.” You said, rubbing your eyes. The boys only laughed at you. You were going to ask to lay down, but you figured 1. It was your flat, and 2. It was only Mikey and Josh, and they wouldn’t care; it was classic behavior of yours. 

You shifted sideways, and you stuck your legs out across Mikey’s lap, and rested your head in Josh’s. You pulled out your phone, and scrolled through your social media feeds, snapchatting a few friends back and liking and replying to a few tweets.

After a bit of scrolling through the phone and listening to the sounds of the video game and the boys laughter, you felt your eyes begin to get heavy. You put down your phone, and cuddled into Josh’s lap. “I’m just going to take a nap.” You mumbled, and Josh barely heard you.

 “Alright, Y/N.” He whispered, running his fingers through your hair. It was something that immediately calmed you, and you fell asleep almost instantly. The exhaustion from the excruciating long day at work and being with Josh, him gently caressing your hair with his fingers, made it very easy to fall asleep.

Josh continued to subconsciously run his hands through your hair, as he chatted with his friends. They’d decided to take turns playing FIFA, and Josh, Conor, Caspa, Mikey and Jack were currently sitting and chatting while the others played. “So, Josh. You really care about her, don’t you?” Caspar asked, out of the blue. The others looked at him crazily, but they saw for once in his life, Caspar was dead serious. 

“Of course I do, mate. We’ve been together for almost three whole years. What kind of question is that?” Josh asked, confused. “I’m not hating on you man, don’t worry. It’s just we’ve known each other since we were 13, and I’ve never seen you so happy.” Josh was relieved; he didn’t know what he’d do if Caspar, his best friend, suddenly hated his girlfriend.

“I was just wondering..” Caspar said, looking unsurely at Mikey. Mikey gulped, and shook his head. “You ask!” He exclaimed, making Josh give him a confused look. “Ask me what?” He said, unsure. Conor sighed deeply.

 “My god. We wanna know, are you planning to put a ring on it?” Conor asked, straightforwardly. The others gave him crazy looks. “What? You two are both too shy to ask.” Conor defended, throwing his hands up in surrender. Josh was in shock, the question was so out of the blue.

“Well, I..” Josh said, unsure of what to say. He looked down at you, and realized he was still subconsciously petting your hair. He made sure you were 100% asleep before answering. “Yeah.” He smiled down at you, there was no point in lying to his mates. “What?” Mikey exclaimed, wide eyed.

 “Mikey, please don’t tell me you’re against this..” Jack said, warningly. “No, Of course I’m not. I’ve never seen her happier. It’s just, are you sure? It seems a bit soon, mate. I mean, you’re both only 23.” Mikey said, thoughtfully.

Josh paused, taking in the suggestion. “Mate, I’ve never been more sure of something in my life. I genuinely can’t see myself ever getting tired of her, or ever breaking her heart. If anything, she could break mine in a split second. I don’t want to spend the rest of my life with anyone but her. She’s my world, and she deserves to know it. If she says no, then I don’t know what I’ll do. I’ll wait for her if she doesn’t think she’s ready, but I know one day, I want to be up on that altar, watching her walk down the aisle and stand in front of her, and with every thing within me, say “I do.””  The other boys were quiet. The FIFA had been paused, and the whole room was filled with a heavy air.

“I’m happy for you, Josh. Take care of her.” Mikey said, clapping Josh on the back, and relieving some of the tension. “Of course.” He said, smiling brightly. He knew how much Mikey meant to you, and it meant the world to him he had your best friend’s blessing. “Wow, I always thought Conor or Joe would be the first to settle down. Josh's beat us all.” Jack teased, lightening the mood.

 “I don't know if I should be offended by that or honored.” Conor said, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. The boys all laughed, and the FIFA resumed. Josh spent the time playing with your hair, and realizing just how lucky he was to have you. Little did he know, you felt the exact same.

[joeck-trash]

Fancying Caspar's friend

Josh is Caspar’s friend, he’s straight as a bloody line, christ so is he. Joe repeats this over and over again as he makes the small journey back to his apartment. He’d been at Caspar and Josh’s most if the day. Filming videos and just hanging out. That was until he felt something, something he certainly shouldn’t do when in the presents of his ginger haired friend. There was something there, a spark- Joe stops himself before he can think any further into this. He doesn’t have a crush on Josh, no way.

Unlocking his door and going inside, Joe drops himself down on the sofa letting out a loud sigh. He’s just tired, that’s it, he’d been having trouble sleeping lately. Yes, that must be what it is. Closing his eyes, Joe tries to block out his racing mind.

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Joe is Caspar’s friend, he’s straight as a bloody line, christ so is he. Isn’t he? Josh’s mind is racing as he replays the last few minutes in his head. There was something there, he is sure of it. Joe had been at his and Caspar’s apartment all day, they needed to film a new video for his and Caspar’s channel and Joe had agreed to join them. It had been fun, like it always is when they’re all messing around together. Then, something happened.

Holding eye contact with someone, your friend no less, should be nothing but awkward, a weird thing that happens and you laugh about it afterwards. This-this was different. Josh had a sudden urge to do something he’d never thought of doing before. You shouldn’t feel an urge to kiss your friend. Joe had felt it too, he is sure of it. The way the older man had broke the eye contact so suddenly and removed himself from the situation so quickly, made it obvious to Joe. This left him with two reasons, Joe had felt the urge too, but though he hadn’t or Joe knew from the look in his eye what Josh was thinking. Despite himself, he hoped it was the former.

“What happened?” Caspar asks, shaking Josh from his thoughts.

“Hm?”

“Why’d Joe leave so suddenly?” Caspar looks at him questioningly.

“I don’t know. Maybe he forgot about something he had to do,” Josh answers, standing up to move the cups they’d been using to the sink.

“But something happened,” Caspar pushes, Josh has to give it to his friend, people don’t give him enough credit to how smart he is.

“Don’t know what you mean.”

“So you two didn’t stare at each other for a solid twenty seconds then Joe made his excuses and left,” Caspar says, determined.

Busted. Josh places the cups down on the work top carefully, keeping his back turned to his oldest friend.

“I don’t-”

“Don’t talk crap. I know you too well,” Caspar states, confidently and Josh mentally curses himself for his inability to lie, “and Joe doesn’t just walk out for no reason.”

“Caspar, nothing happened. You’re seeing things,” Josh tries to argue, “and Joe’s always unpredictable who knows why he needed to leave.”

“He is to people who didn’t have to live with him for however long,” Caspar says, smirking, Josh silently hates him for being so smug, “but I know when he’s hiding something.”

“What are you suggesting happened then?” Josh asks, turning around and leaning on the counter.

“I don’t know, but you know what I’m talking about,” Caspar says, pushing himself up from the sofa and walking over to his ginger haired friend.

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That night, Joe has an even worse night sleep then he usually does. He wakes up disoriented and confused, unable to remember his dream at all. Despite it only being quarter to six, he gets up. Though he wouldn’t admit it, the only person he can think about is Josh. His ginger hair, his brown eyes. No, Joe scolds himself, he can’t think like this, he’s straight. They’re both straight. Josh is his friend. Making sure to make no noise that could wake up Byron, he walks down the stairs to his kitchen.

He needs to get his head straight before he sees Josh again, it doesn’t help things that they’re all going out tonight. Joe feels sick, his head swimming with stress. He has always been a stressed person, someone who you could guarantee would get stressed about little things. Everyone always tell him it’s because he cares too much about things and always wants them to be perfect. He could always count on his friends to distract him from mounting stress. It doesn’t help that one of said friends are the reason for most of his stress right now.

Hours later, Byron gets up, walking tiredly into the kitchen smiling a brief greeting at Joe.

“Still having trouble sleeping?”

“Yeah,” Joe says, absentmindedly.

“What’s on your mind, bro?” Byron questions.

Joe is silent for a second before asking, “can you keep a secret?”

“Sure thing,” Byron answers, turning his full attention on his friend.

“You can’t tell anyone, people could get hurt if-if this gets out,” Joe says, in the most serious tone Byron has ever heard Joe use.

“Okay, I won’t tell anyone,” Byron says, honestly.

“I-I think I wanted- I think I might have a crush on Josh,” Joe finds himself saying. For a second it throws him, he wasn’t planning on telling Byron that.

“Josh Pieters?” Byron says, shocked, “okay, alright.”

“Alright?” Joe repeats, confused.

“Yeah, alright. It’s not that bad,” Byron says, easily, “crushes come and go and if you don’t want to do anything about it then you’ll just have to wait it out.”

“I don’t think it’s that easy, Byron,” Joe disagrees, looking down at his hands, “I wanted to-to kiss him-yesterday.”

“Tell him,” Byron says, his voice is as calm as it usually is and Joe can’t help but cure the other man’s cool and calm composer in any situation, “he’s your friend, if it’s bothering you, tell him.”

“He’ll hate me, I hate myself for it,” Joe says, it is out everything he wanted to say is out.

Byron sighs, looking at Joe with sympathy, “he won’t hate you.”

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“He’ll hate me, Caspar,” Josh says, running his hand through his hair.

“Of course he won’t,” Caspar answers, shaking his head, “he’s not homophobic.”

“That doesn’t mean he won’t hate me for liking him,” Josh argues, rubbing his eyes.

In the time since Joe left their apartment, Caspar had convinced Josh of his feelings towards Joe and the next day Caspar has manage to make Josh spill everything. Caspar is adamant that he should tell Joe, telling him that it won’t help anything keeping it a secret.

“Are we both thinking about the same Joe here?” Caspar asks, “you know the small one with brown hair, blue eyes and a witty sense of humour?”

“Don’t patronise me, Caspar,” Josh says, annoyed, “I never said Joe was a bad person, it’s just-different isn’t it? Can you imagine Oli or Conor or Jack coming up to you and telling you they has a crush on you?”

“This isn’t about me, Josh,” Caspar says, sitting down, “this is about you telling Joe that-”

“I don’t want to tell him,” Josh says, firmly, “I don’t even want to see him right now, i want to pretend he doesn’t exists until whatever this is disappears.”

“We’re going out later, all of us and you can’t cancel or it’ll be too obvious,” Caspar says, simply, “you’ll just have to ignore it, conceal don’t feel, don’t let it show.”

“You didn’t just reference frozen,” Josh says, bursting out laughing.

“Don’t tell Joe, he’ll kill me,” Caspar says, joining in laughing.

“You say that like I’m going to go up to him and say, hey Joe, Caspar referenced frozen when he told me to conceal my feelings for you.”

“True,” Caspar says still laughing.

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That night the seven boys meet up at their usual pub. Joe gets there shortly after Jack and Conor, greeting his two friends cheerfully. His feelings are not going to get in the way of him having fun tonight.

“Alright, Maynards,” Joe greets, smiling at the two younger men.

“Shit, you nearly gave me a heart attack,” Conor complains, holding his chest dramatically while the other two laugh.

“How you doing, mate?” Jack asks, smiling at the older man, “you look exhausted.”

“Oh, cheers,” Joe says in fake annoyance, rolling his eyes good naturedly, “I’m fine, just a bit of trouble sleeping that’s all.”

Before Jack or Conor can say anything else the other four boys make them and probably half the rest of the pub aware of their arrival. Despite himself, Joe’s eyes go to Josh first before he forces himself to drag his eyes away before he gets caught staring.

“Evening boys,” Mickey says, much too loudly from being inside a busy pub.

“How you doing Joe?” Oli asks him, noticing how tired he looks like Jack had done.

“As good as ever,” Joe answers, evenly, “you?”

“Good, good,” Oli replies, smiling his usual Oli smile, “still having trouble sleeping?”

“Is it really that obvious?” Joe asks, sighing.

“Yeah it is a bit,” Oli says, honestly, leave it to Oli to be painfully honest all the time, “are you sure you’re up for a night out if you’re so tired?”

“Yes, Oli, stop worrying,” Joe says, smiling at his friend, “I’m good. First round on me?”

Joe stands up from the table and makes his way to the bar.

“Stop staring,” Caspar mutters to Josh, who’s eyes snap to look at him instantly, “subtlety never was your strong point.”

“Shut up,” Josh says, shaking his head.

“What are you two whispering about?” Jack asks, interested, leave it to Jack to bring all the attention on them.

“Josh was just worried about a video idea, wondered whether it would be too repetitive,” Caspar says, it seems obvious to Josh that he is lying but he hoped nobody else picked up on it.

“I’m sure it’s fine, Josh,” Oli says, “I think our viewers would rather some sort of content then no content at all.”

“Yeah, you’re right,” Josh answers, nodding as though he agrees.

There drinks are brought to them but Joe lingers by the bar.

“Looks like Joe’s pulled already,” Conor says, nodding over to the older man who, sure enough is talking to a girl.

Josh feels his blood run cold as he spots them. Caspar looks at him sympathetically.

“Cor, he doesn’t mess around, does he?” Mickey says, laughing.

“Nah he doesn’t,” Josh says, under his breath, his grip tightening on his drink slightly.

“Are we moving on to a club after this or are we changing pub?” Jack asks, casually

“I say club, pubs are a waste of time if you ask me,” Conor says, the rest of them nodding in agreement.

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Joe’s mind drifts as he waits for the bar man to make his and his friends’ drinks. The makes him unaware of when someone comes to stand next to him.

“Hello,” a woman’s voice says, causing his to blink out of his day dream, “I’m Sophie”

“Oh, hi, I’m Joe. Sorry, was a bit out of it then,” Joe says, cringing inwards at how awkward he sounds.

“Not your scene?” Sophie asks, motioning at the pub around them.

“Usually is, just not feeling it tonight,” Joe answers, looking at the girl next to him.

Sophie looks like she’s in her mid-twenties, long curly brown hair, green eyes, her make up not too obvious, and she’s slightly shorter then him. He knows he’s attracted to her but something inside him is still thinking about Josh, who is sitting a few meters behind them. He mentally kicks himself for that.

“Shame,” she says, smiling, “they your friends?”

Joe glances at the table she is nodding at, making sure not to look at Josh, before turning back to her and nodding.

“The ginger guy doesn’t look very happy,” Sophie observes, subtly glancing over.

“That’s his default face,” Joe jokes, slightly confused why Josh wouldn’t be happy.

“I see that. Any reason why he keeps glancing over?” She asks and Joe half wants to tell her to stop talking about Josh.

“Beats me, anyway enough about my mates. What about you?” Joe says, stealing the conversation away.

“I’m here with my friends as well,” Sophie tells him, softly, “what’s with all the friend talk?”

“You started it,” Joe says, he can see where she wants this to go and Joe sure as hell doesn’t.

“Why don’t we get out of here?” She asks, leaning forward as if to kiss him but Joe steps back.

“I’m sorry, you’re a lovely girl, but-”

“You’re taken?” Sophie asks, sighing.

“No, I just- I’ve got to go,” without another word Joe walks as quickly as possible to the bathroom, anywhere away from that situation would have been fine.

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Back at the table, the six boys are talking carefree banter flowing as easily as it always does. Caspar and Conor are laughing about something Jack did when he was a kid, Jack, Mickey and Oli are having a debate about one thing or another, Josh isn’t really following. The ginger haired man can’t help but glance over at Joe every now and then, wishing the older man would just come back over. It isn’t a surprise then that Josh sees him walking or you could call it running out the door.

He tells Caspar he’s just heading to the bathroom before following after the smaller man, worried. He enters the boys toilets and spots Joe straight away, standing with his hands braced on one of the sinks.

“You okay?” Josh asks, his sudden voice in the silence making the smaller man jump causing a surge of guilt to go through him, “sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“You didn’t,” Joe says, running his hand through his hair.

“ ‘course I didn’t,” Josh says, shaking his head, “what happened?”

“What do you mean?”

“Don’t play dumb, you pretty much legged it out of there,” Josh pushes, his voice soft, “she can’t have been that bad.”

“Nah, it wasn’t her,” it was you.

“What was it then?” Their eyes meet

Both of them can feel it, the spark, the fire. Neither of them know who kissed the other first, but before they know where they are, their lips have met in a passion filled kiss. Their height difference making Joe stand on his tip toes and Josh bend down slightly to allow their lips to meet. Joe is the first one to come to his senses, pulling away quickly, his brain yelling at him to stop.

“We-this-we can’t,” Joe stutters, catching his breathe.

“Who says we can’t?”

“It isn’t logical-”

“I don’t care if it’s logical or not. All I want is your lips against mine right now,” Josh says, firmly.

Joe, for once, throws logic out the window and kisses Josh again. This kiss was less desperate and passionate and more slow and planned. This time Josh is the one to pull away first.

“I never expected this to happen,” Josh admits, looking into Joe’s blue eyes.

“Me neither,” Joe agrees, softly.

“I told Caspar,” Josh says, quietly, “that I liked you.”

“I told Byron.”

“Is this going to stay between us or-”

“Maybe for a while, I quite enjoy the thought of sneaking around,” Joe says, grinning at Josh.

“Let’s go find the others before they get the wrong idea or rather the right idea, then,” Josh says, briefly kissing the older man again.

“Oh and Josh?”

“Yeah?”

“I think I’m going to cut your legs off.”

“Is that so?”

“Yeah, you’re too bloody tall.”

Laughter rings out though the room. For the first time since they had their revelations, both Joe and Josh are happy and just as carefree as ever.

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[taetomysoob]

HE COULDN’T CARE LESS ||JACK MAYNARD/JOE SUGG IMAGINE||TWIN SERIES

One of my own ideas once again. Joe isn’t that much involved in it but I wanted to focus on the relationship between Jack/the reader.

Jack laughed at his friend's joke as they all stepped into his flat. “So where are we going tonight?” His ginger friend asked, sitting down on the couch, followed by the other boys. “Cirque LeSoir?” Oli suggested, earning some nods from the other boys. Jack hesitated for a minute before nodding as well. The flat was too empty and his roommate was supposed to be here. “Give me a minute.” Jack said to his friends before walking down the hallway to where her room was. He hesitated again before knocking softly. “Can I come in?” Jack called out, waiting for her answer. When he heard a soft mumble, he pushed the door open slowly.

“You've got to be kidding me!” Jack exclaimed as he walked further into the room, eyes darting his half asleep twin sister, an amused smiled on his face. “Fuck off!” Y/N said, barely above a whisper as she grabbed the pillow resting next to her, throwing it in his direction. Jack laughed at her action as he sat on the edge of the bed. “Get up, you lazy sod! We're going out tonight.” Jack stated as he got up, opening her wardrobe. Y/N lifted herself up slowly, a frown on her face. “I'm not going.” She affirmed, rubbing her tired eyes. “Oh yes, you are.” Jack scoffed as he pulled out a silver dress, his eyebrows coming together in a frown. 

“There's no way you're wearing that, that's basically see through.” He mumbled, putting the dress back in its place. “Jack, I don't feel like moving right now.” Y/N whined, playing with the hem of her shirt. In fact, she didn't want to do anything. “Oh come on, you've been saying that for the past 2 weeks!” Jack exclaimed, stopping to watch her. His serious glare softened as he watched the expression on her face. It broke his own heart to see like that. “Joe is coming.” Jack smirked, as he pulled out another dress, his frown bigger than the last time. “That's way too short.” He admitted, putting the dress back again. “Stop judging my clothes!” Y/N yelled out in annoyance. “And do you really think that the fact that Joe is there will make me change my mind?” She questioned, eyes locked onto him as Jack sent her a look that said it all. After a minute, a smile finally appeared on her face. “Fine. Count me in.” She breathed out, trying to hide the growing smile on her lips.

Jack felt a warming feeling in his chest as he had been able to put a smile on her face. He put out a simply black dress from the wardrobe, resting it on the bed before walking closer to her, dropping a kiss to the top of her head. “Stop babysitting me.” Y/N teased, her own smirk growing. Jack simply rolled his eyes. “Anyway, take a shower, get dressed, put on whatever shit you put on your face. We're leaving in an hour.” Jack ordered, stepping backwards out of the door. “Actually, you should really for it with makeup. You really need it right now.” Jack joked as Y/N's eyes went wide at his banter. “Get the fuck out!” She ordered, containing her own laugh as she threw another pillow onto him.

Y/N was heartbroken, truly heartbroken. And it was the first time that Jack had seen her like that. She had been trying to get over it. But all that she seemed able to do was locking herself out from everything and everyone. Luckily there was this boy that was making her life better and she was glad to have him by her side. Jack had tried everything but she would just stay in bed, hoping that one day she would wake up and the feeling will be gone. But it didn't work like that.

--

It was now hours later in the club. The boys were all dispatched everywhere, the music blasting through the walls. Joe and Jack were together though, the only thing they had been doing was keeping an eye on everyone, as they were the less drunk out of all of them. Jack suddenly frowned as he realized that he had lost sight of his twin sister and a wave of nerves flashed his body. “I'll be right back.” Jack whispered into his best friend's ear before walking further in the club, stepping between the drunk strangers. Joe frowned as he watched his friend walk away but quickly followed him, putting a hand on his shoulder, allowing Jack to turn around to watch him, a questioning look on his face. “Where are you going?” Joe asked, confused. Jack let out a sigh, trying to hide his sudden fear. If something happened to her, he would never forgive himself. “Y/N is gone.” The fake blonde boy stated, looking around the club. “I'm coming with you.” Joe affirmed, his own worry growing. He cared about her, a lot more than he probably should. The two friends exchanged a look before walking deeper into the crowded room together.  

A few minutes later, there was still no sight of her. Jack was slowly starting to panic. “Where the hell is she?!” Jack exclaimed over the last music, the worry growing. “Hey, mate. Calm down. Maybe she's just outside.” Joe said, reassuring his friend. Jack stopped walking back and forth and considered the idea. The two friends searched for the closest exit door and got out of the club, the cold air hitting them. As soon as they did, Jack knew that something was wrong.

“Get off of me!” A familiar voice called out and Jack felt his heart shrink. He could recognize this voice in a million. Within a second, Jack was running to where the voice was coming, followed by Joe and his worry turned into anger at the sight in front of him. A stranger had her pressed against the wall, his hands gripping on her waist tightly as she was trying her best to get away from him. “Hey! Get away from her!” Jack snapped as he ran up to the man, pushing him away from her. Joe hurried to Y/N, checking if she was alright. “The boyfriend I presume.” The drunk stranger exclaimed, eyes locked with Jack's. “Worse. The brother.” Jack affirmed, pushing him harshly again. The man was now laughing and it only pissed Jack more. The man reached out to Y/N again and this time, Jack couldn't handle himself and connected his fist to the guy's face. “Don't fucking touch her.” He snapped again, the blood hot in his veins. The man looked between all of them before running off down the London streets.

“You didn't have to hit him.” Y/N mumbled, walking closer to him. Joe had a protective hand on the small of her back. “Of course I had to! Who knows what would happened if I didn't!” Jack snapped at his twin sister, the anger still floating in his system. “Chill out, mate. It's not her fault.” Joe stated, trying to calm the situation but Jack sent him a look and he knew he didn't have to try. “I knew I should have stayed home. This was a stupid idea.” She admitted, crossing her arms as a shiver ran down her spine. Joe, being the gentleman that he is, took off his jacket and wrapped it around her, giving her a small smile. “No, it wasn't. You can't just lock yourself in your room forever!” Jack said, his tone harsh on her. He knew yelling wasn't the solution but he had to say it. He had to say what she needed to hear. “Stop breaking your own god damn heart and get over that boy. He couldn't care less, so why should you?” Jack yelled out, referring to her recent break up. He knew she was hurting and it drove him nuts. A heavy silence fell between them and Jack quickly noticed the tears that she was trying to hold. Joe stood there, motionless, he was afraid to say anything in this situation but he was dying to.

Jack let out a long sigh before stepping closer to her. “I'm serious. He is so not worth it. You deserve so much better. Stop blaming yourself, he's the idiot for letting a girl like you go.” Jack admitted, his look softening as a tear slid down her cheek. He put a gentle hand on her arm as her eyes were still locked onto the ground. “If you're hurting, I'm hurting too.” Jack stated, wrapping an arm around her. “I know. Let's just go home.” Y/N said, barely above a whisper as they started walking to where the car was. 

“Should I get back inside to check on the boys?” Joe suggested, hesitant. The siblings stopped walking. Y/N turned to face him, smiling gently over at him. “Please, stay.” She ordered, handing her hand out. Joe looked between her and Jack, who gave him a small nod. Joe stepped closer, taking her hand his, interlacing their fingers together as they went back to the twins flat.

She knew it would he hard and that it would take some time but she had the most amazing friends and the most amazing twin. She felt better with her other half by her side.

[iheartmyyoutubers]

Surprise Run In- Josh Pieters Imagine

Word Count:1,470

Request: could you do a josh one where the guys find out your dating as they walk in to a restaurant and see you two there having a romantic meal etc

~~~

“You look beautiful tonight (Y/N).” your red headed boyfriend complimented, sitting across from you at dinner.

“Thank you handsome. You don't look too bad yourself.” smiling back at him.

You and Josh have only been seeing each other for a few months. You first bumped into him at a coffee shop. Literally, bumped into him.

*Flashback to memory*

You were in a hurry that morning, stuck at the pick up counter waiting for your latte. It seemed to take forever. When the barista finally gave you your coffee, you began to race out of the shop. You weren't quite paying attention, quickly turning your body, and slammed into someone. Dropping your latte to the floor and spilling it everywhere.

You instantly reacted, apologizing up and down. You looked up to see a tall guy with red, curly hair. “Oh my god! I’m so sorry! I wasn't paying attention…” you were interrupted by an understanding voice.

“Don't worry it's ok. I'm perfectly fine! I'm just thankful it didn't spill on me!” He joked. The first thing you noticed was his smile. It was genuine. Making you feel better about the whole ordeal.

You both stood up, so the one of the workers could clean up your mess.“Are you sure you're alright? I'm sorry, I'm usually not this distracted or clumsy.”

“Seriously I'm alright. In fact, let me get you a new coffee. I'm Josh by the way.” he reached his hand out to shake with yours.

“That so nice of you! I'm (Y/N). And I promise I'll try not to spill this one.” you both laughed. Josh got you a coffee as well as himself, you talked in that coffee shop all morning. Before you knew it, you went on a few dates, and then started dating.

*Present Day*

Tonight Josh wanted to take you to a nice dinner at your favorite restaurant. He had had a really busy week with special projects for his channel. Which meant various meetings and video planning. So you hadn't gotten to see him that much. You had been looking forward to this dinner date all week.

Josh reached across the table for your hand. Then took his thumb, guiding it back and forth along the side of it. You loved when he did this. It was one of your favorite things. With your hands still intertwined, you both glance down at your menus, trying decide what you want.

The waiter came and took your order. As he walked away, you heard Josh mumble, “Oh shit.” His body language tensed up and his eyes shot down at the table.

“Josh what is it?” Trying to figure out his bizarre behavior. Your eyes still fixed on Josh, who still had his head down. “Can you answer me please weirdo?”

He lifted his head a little and shot you a glance. “The boys are here.” he whispered.

You adjusted your body in your seat, giving yourself a better view of the front of the restaurant. You suddenly realized why Josh was acting so uneasy. There in the entrance stood Mikey, Joe, Jack, Oli, and Caspar. Conor was away with George for the weekend. None of the boys knew about you. The only person who knew you and Josh were dating was Caspar. Which made sense because they lived together. It would’ve been awfully hard hiding it from him. Josh told you he wanted to spend time together, just the two of you. He knew how the boys could be sometimes and wanted to be more private at first. Giving you a chance to get to know each other without a lot of attention. However, it had been a few months now. So many things went through your mind.

Why hasn’t he said anything?

Does he not want to go public?

Is he embarrassed?

“We knew we weren’t going to be able hide from them forever. They were going to find out sooner or later.” you explained.

“Yeah well I didn’t know that day would be today!” He fumbled with the napkin in his lap, avoiding any eye contact. “(Y/N) I have an idea. Go to the bathroom and I’ll let you know when the coast is clear. Go! Go!”

You shoot him a look in disbelief with your hands on your hips, “Seriously Josh? You’re being ridiculous. I'm not doing that!” He glared back at you unamused.

It was too late you had already been spotted.

“Cor look who it is! It’s JP! And look, he's got a lady friend with him!” Mikey shouted across the restaurant, waving over to Josh. Also grabbing the attention of the other boys. He sighed with a fake smile on his face and waved back. They made their way over and congregated around our table.

“Hey there buddy!” Joe cheered, giving him a nudge.

“Well, well what do we have here? Jack sat down, putting his arm around Josh.

“Yeah Josh. Why haven't you introduced us to your friend?” Oli chimed in. You were surprised Josh didn't say anything. Which kind of bothered you.

Jack spoke up again, “We should join you! You don’t mind. Do you Josh?” Before he could respond, they already began pulling chairs up and sat down. Making themselves comfortable.

As you sat and ate your food, the boys carried on in conversation.

“So where did you meet the ginger tree?” Jack asked jokingly.

You were about to answer when Josh cut you off, “Guys please lay off. You're not even supposed to be here.” he scoffed.

“Alright Josh mate. Calm down.” Mikey interjected. Josh just brushed it off and went back to his food. You were curious why he was behaving so weird. He wasn’t making it a point to introduce you to his friends or acknowledge your relationship. Which really pissed you off.

You couldn’t take it anymore, you had to say something. “Josh do you understand how annoyed I am right now?” firmly sitting with your arms crossed, glaring at him. Completely oblivious he just shrugged his shoulders.

You felt yourself getting more annoyed and upset. “Maybe I should leave.” you blurted. Finally getting his attention, he glanced up at you about to speak. But you didn’t want to hear it. Without saying another word, you got up and exited the restaurant. You heard footsteps run after you, it was Josh.

Grabbing your arm, “(Y/N)! Wait!” You stopped and turned towards him. “What the hell was that about?”

You stood in silence for a moment before asking him,“Why haven’t you told the boys yet? I know when we first started dating it made sense. But it’s been four months Josh.” You started to tear up. “I just don’t understand, are you ashamed of me? What is it?”

He walked towards you, motioning with his arms for you to hug him. He pulled you close into his chest. “I would never, ever be ashamed of you. You’re my girl.” he said softly.

He pulled away with a sigh, “The reason why I haven’t told them is because I love it being just us. No pressure, jokes at our expense, or judgement. Like you saw in there, they love to poke fun and our relationship is serious to me. It’s important. Not to mention they ruined our date. I know it’s silly...”

It all made sense now. You interrupted him, “It’s okay. And it’s not silly, I understand.But you know I’m a big girl, I can hold my own. I appreciate you trying protect our relationship. I love you for that, but they’re your best mates. Of course they’re going to tease because that’s what friends do. At the end of the day, jokes aside, they care about you and your happiness.” you squeezed his hands in reassurance.

He smiled down, taking you by the hand. “You’re right. I’m sorry for acting like a jerk. Now, how about we go back in and I can introduce you to the gang?”

“I’d like that.” you nodded happily. Walking hand in hand into the restaurant.

When you got back to the table, Josh put his arm around you, clearing his throat to get the boys attention. “Boys, this is (Y/N) my girlfriend. (Y/N) meet the boys.” Everyone smiled and waved at you.

“Thank god they know now! I don’t have to keep your secret anymore. Four months is a long time!” Caspar sighed with relief, making you giggle.

“Woah you’ve kept her for four months? I’m surprised she’s put up with you for this long! Jack said with a laugh. Josh put his head down slightly. “In all seriousness though Josh, I’m really happy for you. (Y/N) you have a good one.” He gave Josh a pat on the shoulder. 

“Thanks Jack. I know he’s the best.”

[conorpmaynard]

I Choose You // Mikey Pearce

Word Count- 1486

Request-

Can you please make an imagine were Conor, joe, jack and mikey are your friends but one drunken night Oli tells you that your friends (joe, jack, Conor and mikey) all fancy you then they all make this big joke of the night trying to come onto you but you're secretly in love with mikey

A/N- I love mikey so much and idc if this gets 0 notes; my baby deserves so much love.

~~

You had known the buttercream boys for a while now. You had met them through Oli about 7 months ago. And within those 7 months you had fallen for the cutest one of them all; Mikey Pearce.

Though you had admitted to your sister and mom that you had fallen for the goofy brunette, you hadn’t yet told any of the boys. You knew once one of them found out, the rest would know within minutes.

So, like any other night out, you sat and watched as he flirted with any girl that would let him. You sat in the booth, swirling the straw around your clear drink. You weren’t drunk by any means, but you wish you were.

“Heeeey Y/n,” Oli slurred as he slid into the booth.

“Hi Oli,” you chuckled.

“I’m ready to leave.”

“Are you sure? You look like you’re having a great time.”

“I’m sure. Now you go get the boys. I’m-” he burped. “I’m going to go take a piss.”

“Okay,” you said, grabbing your phone.

“Great!” Oli clapped.

“Hey Oli?”

“Yes love?” he asked you with wide eyes.

“I can’t get the boys unless you stand up,” you whispered.

“Oh right!” he shouted. “Sorry, see ya soon Y/n!”

You tried to locate one of the 6 other boys. The first one you laid eyes on was Josh. The ginger had his hands on a girl’s waist and was swaying side to side with her. You made eye contact with him and singed leaving. He nodded his head at you then winked.

You had made all the boys learn some basic sign language. Just in case one of you needed help but couldn’t say it. And in times like this, it came in handy.

After you and Josh said your silent farewell, you looked for another boy.

Conor.

You stayed a few feet away and waited for him to notice you. Once his blue eyes locked with yours, you signed are you going home with her?

He shook his head and said goodbye to the girl he was previously flirting with.

“What’s up love?” he nudged you.

“We’re leaving. Can you head outside and call the Uber? I’ll get the rest.”

He headed to the exit while you looked for the younger Maynard. Instead you found Joe.

“Joe,” you whisper-shouted into his year. “We’re leaving. Conor’s outside.”

After Joe was out of your sight, you continued looking for Jack. He was in the corner, making out with a girl. You snorted and moved onto looking for Caspar. As you looked for the blonde, you felt hot breath on your ear.

“Where ya going love?” you recognized the voice as Jack.

You turned around, a smirk on your face. “What happened to Blondie?”

“Eh, too much tongue.”

You laughed, “Alright Randy, the boy are outside. I’ll be there after I find Caspar and Mikey.”

“Oi, love” he grabbed your arm when you went to walk away. “Caspar left early, Maddie needed him.”

“Okay, I’ll find Mikey and meet you outside. Can you grab Oli on your way out?”

He nodded and you parted ways. You began your search for the boy who had captured your heart. You made your way to the bar, if all else failed Mikey always went to the bar. You immediately noticed his leather jacket and walked over to him.

You tapped him on the shoulder, “No luck?”

“Nah, she had a boyfriend.”

“I’m sorry Mikey, how about we go home and chill with the boys.”

“Sounds good,” he sighed.

You grabbed his hand and led him outside. Yet when you two finally made it outside of the club into the chilly night, Mikey didn’t let go of your hand.

“Ready?” you asked as all the boys shivered.

“Yes!” Jack and Joe yelled.

“The Uber should be here soon!” Conor said as he rubbed his hands together.

“It’s so bloody cold out here!” you whined.

“Here have my jacket,” Joe smiled.

“No take mine!” Conor offered.

“Want me to hug you?” Jack opened his arms.

“You boys are so needy for Y/n’s love!” Oli shouted, as he spun around in circles. “If she wanted your cock, she would’ve gotten it by now!”

Your face flushed red, as did the other four.

“I mean c’mon!” he continued. “Just because you lot fancy her doesn’t mean she fancies you back!”

“Uber’s here!” Mikey shouted. You all 6 piled into the Uber, the silence quickly becoming awkward.

“I love this song!” Oli shouted. “Y/n sing with me!”

“Of course Oli!” you laughed and began singing, the other boys soon joining in.

~~

You had all made it back to Conors place. He was nice enough to offer you all a place to sleep.

“What film should we put on?” you asked.

“Whatever you want love,” Joe shot you a wide smile then turned his head back to his laptop.

“Great!” you grinned, clicking Titanic.

“Rose did NOT deserve Jack! He was too pure!” Oli sobbed into Jack’s shoulder.

“Alright mate, I think its time you go to bed.” He stood up, trying to pull Oli with him.

“C’mon bro,” Conor said, helping his brother take the drunk boy to one of the guest rooms.

As the opening credits played, you looked at Mikey. He was sat on the floor, in between your legs with you occasionally playing with his hair.

You loved his hair so much. You loved the color, the length, the way he styled it, the way it looked wet, but most of all, you loved the way it looked after he has just woken up and it’s a mess. You loved the Mikey that people never saw on screen.

“Can I ask you a question?” the Maynard’s had already found their way back onto the couch.

“You just did,” Jack winked.

“Seriously,” you said.

“Of course love, what’s up?” Mikey said, turning around.

“Was Oli telling the truth?” you received blank stares, so you added more. “When he said you all fancied me?”

The realization hit the boys and they all sighed. You stared at your fingers, you didn’t have the courage to look at any of them.

“Y/n…” Jack sighs.

“Yes or no?” you said more sternly, tears welling in your eyes.

Joe sighed, “Yes. But,” he added quickly. “Don’t think for a second that you need to like one of us back.”

“That’s not the problem,” you croaked, running out of the apartment as tears fell down your cheeks. You sat outside the apartment, back against the wall.

How were you supposed to tell your closest friends that you loved one of them and not the other?

You couldn’t do it. You couldn’t hurt them like that.

“Y/n?” Conor said, opening the front door.

“Go away,” you sighed.

“Hey, I’m still your best friend ya know that, right?” he chuckled, taking a seat in front of you.

“Conor, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be, we can’t choose who we fall for.”

“Do you know who I’m going to choose?”

“Yeah,” he smiled. “It’s rather obvious if you ask me.”

“What are you on about?”

“You’re head over heels for Mikey! Everyone can see that.”

“Honestly, Jack only fancies you for your bum. Joe for your video editing skills. And me? Well, I just thought we’d be cute. But Mikey,” he scoffed. “Mikey’s loves you for you.”

“What?”

He ignored you, “Choose Mikey, Y/n.”

He stood up and extended and arm.

You took it and hugged him, “Thanks ConBon.”

You walked back in, running a hand through your hair. Three pairs of eyes were on you.

“Hey guys,” you said quietly.

“We completely understand that you can’t control why you love. So just choose,” Mikey rambled. “Or don’t. Your choice.”

“I choose you.”

“What?!?!” Jack gawked.

“I choose Mikey.”

“Wow,” Joe laughed. “Good for you bro!”

Mikey just sat there, “You pick me?”

“Yes,” you smiled.

He stood up, but didn’t move.

“Mate, she bloody picked you.” Jack practically yelled. “Kiss her for Christ’s sake!”

“Right,” Mikey said to himself. In two giant steps he was right in front of me.

“You really chose me?” he asked, looking from you to your lips then back to you.

“Yes, you idiot.” You grabbed the back of his neck and pulled his lips to yours.

“They’re cute,” Conor said as they all watched you kiss. “Still hurts though.”

“Goodnight boys!” Mikey smiled, pulling you towards the door.

“I thought you were staying over?” Joe asked.

“My place is like 5 minutes away,” he looked at you. “Plus she’s hot so.”

“Oh my god,” you chuckled as you let Mikey drag you to his place.

Ever since then the boys assumed that you two had slept together, but instead you spent the night talking. Just talking… and maybe a make out session or two.

But after that night you knew. You knew that you loved Mikey, and that Mikey loved you.

[suggy-maynard01-blog]

Our Little Secret Part 3

Last time: Beep-beep-beeep-silence He was gone. Dead. Alice has killed him. My love of my life has gone. Forever.

THAT FUCKING BITCH ALICE! HOW DARE SHE!

I burst out into tears while the doctors cover Jacks body and take him away

Group chat: Caspar: how’s Jack Alice: why tf u asking bout him? He’s a dickhead Conor: ALICE! Doesn’t mean you can go and fucking kill him does it Kaitlyn: he’s dead? Joe:yes, Jacks dead thanks to you alice Alice: don’t blame this on me. Your the one who cheated on me Joe: DOESNT MEAN YOU CAN GO AND FUCKING KILL SOMEONE! Oli: joe buddy, come round to mine and we can talk if you want Joe: thx mate. I will Conor: I’m going back to Brighton for a bit. Mikey you coming with? Mikey: Ye if that’s ok buddy. I’m sorry about jack Alice: don’t be sorry. He deserved it ~joe removed alice from the chat~ Joe: she deserved that Shannon: alice here, your a dick joe. Your so rude ~joe removed Shannon from the chat~ Kaitlyn: 😂😂 Josh: what’s gonna happen now? You going to the police for Alice killing Jack Joe: good thinking ginger giant, I will do that

After I went to the police and statements and that stuff has been made, it’s final that we are going to court on Monday. It is friday, 3 days after Jack died. The worst day of my life.

~at court. 3rd person POV~

Everyone has made their statements, of what happened that day. Joe and alice were the main subjects for the question, but Kaitlyn, Shannon and the lads were also witnesses so they got question.

“We have made our decision” the judge said, silencing everyone

“Gleam team, you are going to get a £500 000 fine for forcing relationships for money that the people or person in the relationship isn’t happy in (they have done this on multiple occasions) Mr sugg, you are going to receive £500 to help pay towards your medical bills and lastly, Alice, you are going to jail for 30 years for assault and man slaughter. That is the final decision made” the judge told the room.

Alice got carried away into jail, with a bit of protest and joe went out to meet up with his friends to celebrate the good news.

~Joe’s POV~ Yes! Alice is going to jail for assaulting me and killing Jack. I’m so happy right now I can’t even explain it.

“Boys!” I shouted to my mates

“She’s gone to jail. She’s got what she deserves” Conor says with a massive smile on his face, high fiving me.

“Why don’t we all go for a meal at Nando’s, cus that’s what Jacks favourite restaurant was” Oli suggests

“Good thinking buddy” Caspar says

All the boys go up to cross the road but I stay behind to talk to Kaitlyn “Listen, I know she was your friend and all and your upset about her going to prison but want to join us in Nando’s?” I ask her

“Ye sure. I’m starving” Kaitlyn says while walking to the end of the road.

“I’m sorry about going to the court for-” I got cut off

“Don’t worry. It’s fine. I have better friends than her. She’s a phycopath anyway. I have closer friends” and with that she crossed the road

“KAITLYN!!” I yelled but it was too late

BANG

Kaitlyn had been hit by an oncoming car.

I ran up to her to check she was ok. She was bleeding a lot but still breathing and still had a pulse which is good I guess

“Someone call the fucking ambulance. Don’t just stand there” I screamed at everyone, they were all just watching, not actually doing anything

“They’re on their way” Caspar told us. Conor was crying his eyes out while holding Kaitlyn’s hand

“WHY! WHY? WHY DOES EVERYONE I LOVE DIE?!” Conor screamed.

It must be so hard for him, his brothers just died and now his girlfriend might die.

The ambulance soon arrived and whisked Kaitlyn off to hospital. Conor was in the ambulance with her, seen as your allowed one person and they’re dating. Us boys all got ubers to the hospital. I’ve never seen Conor cry until jack died, and now I’ve seen him cry quite a bit in just a week.

When we all arrived at the hospital, we told the lady at reception that we’re here for Kaitlyn Evans and she lead us to a waiting room.

“How is she?” Mikey asked Conor

“I don’t know. They won’t let me see her” Conor claimed, still crying.

I just kind of stayed back cus I have no clue what to do when someone is crying. Is that bad?

What would happen if Kaitlyn died, what will Conor do?

How will he react?

Is he ever gonna move on from Kaitlyn?

Then my mind drifted to other things. How are we going to tell jacks viewers that he’s died?

How are we going to tell Alice’s viewers that she’s in prison?

What am I going to film for sugg Sunday?

Shit I didn’t upload last Sunday. What am I going to say to my fans?

Luckily for me, thinking about YouTube distracted me from the idea that my best friend might die. I was thinking for so long I didn’t realise the doctor had came in and told us we can go see her. I didn’t realise everyone was standing up to go.

I went with them, but not fully understanding what’s happened until I realised the person I heard was the doctor and he was telling us we can go see Kaitlyn. She’s in a coma right now but theirs a 75% survival rate.

~2 years later~ Kaitlyn and Conor are engaged. Conor FINALLY released his second album.

Oli and Shannon are expecting a baby soon. Oil reached 10 mil subs on YouTube.

Caspar has a girlfriend and has reached 11.5 mil subs on YouTube

Mikey is planning on proposing soon to his current girlfriend and has 8.5 mil subs on YouTube.

Josh has a girlfriend and has reached 9 mil subs on YouTube.

Me. I’ve got a new boyfriend recently, I’ve also hit 13.5 mil subs on YouTube.

Alice died during a prison riot last month.

We told everyone what happened with Jack and Alice. Every year on the day Jack died, everyone comes together and we pay respect.

We always get trending #RIPJack and we have a room in London dedicated to jack, open to the public.

[joeck-trash]

One Year

Joe feels sick. Staring out the window at the passing cars, he can’t comprehend what he’s doing. One year, it had been since he was here. London. The place he finally felt at home. The place that offered him so many more opportunities then a small village ever could. The place that he felt he couldn’t go back to. The place where he got his heart broken.

Joe shakes his head, that’s the last thing he needed to think about right now. His plan had felt so simple before he got in the Uber. Travel to London and surprise his friends (where they his friends anymore?) on their night out, simple. Now, not so much. Joe knows Jack is going to be there. Why did he think this was a good idea? He has absolutely no idea.

Before Joe knows where he is, the Uber pulls over at his destination.

“This is you, mate,” the driver says, nodding at him.

“Yes, thank you,” Joe says, shaking himself out of his day dream.

“Have a safe night,” the driver says, kindly before driving off.

It takes Joe a second to get his thoughts together, before he makes the dreaded journey into the pub. For a second he doubts his memory as he scans the pub for any sign of his friends, finding nothing. That is until the unmistakable sound of Mickey’s bellowing laugh reaches his ears. For a second, Joe smiles letting himself forget for a second all his problems.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, I always win.”

The familiar voice makes Joe’s problems hit him again like a bus.

“You’re over reacting,” Jack spits, annoyed

“Oh so it’s me who’s over reacting?” Joe shouts, his anger bubbling over, “I’m not the one who went out and kissed a girl as though you don’t exist.”

“This again? It was a fucking mistake, get over it,” Jack states in his ‘I don’t care’ tone he’s mastered over the years.

“Get over it?” Joe shouts, gripping the edge of the table, “how the fuck am I meant to do that?”

“It was only a kiss, it’s not like I slept with her,” Jack says, rolling his eyes.

“That makes it okay? Oh that’s fine then well done Jack for not sleeping with the first attractive girl you see,” Joe yells, running his hand through his hair, “I should print you a certificate or maybe get you a trophy-”

“Fuck off,” Jack answers, narrowing his eyes at Joe.

“Would you be fine about it, if I went out and kissed someone else?” Joe asks, his jaw clenched tighter when Jack looks away, “go on, would you?”

“I wouldn’t be acting like this,” Jack mutters, scowling.

“This isn’t working.” The words that had fallen from Joe’s mouth make them both freeze.

“What-what do you meant?” The scowl on Jack’s face had turned into a look of confusion and shock.

“This-us it isn’t working,” Joe feels like he’s on autopilot each word knocking him with how true it is.

“No-no you can’t be serious,” Jack says, his voice pleading, “y-you can’t leave me.”

“I need someone to want me and only me,” Joe says, his voice quiet but loud enough for Jack to hear him clearly, “I can’t share you with anyone.”

“I only want you. I love you,” Jack begs, silent tears falling down his cheeks.

“Yeah and I love you, but we’re hurting each other,” Joe briefly wipes the stray tears from his own cheers before moving past Jack to go upstairs.

“Joe-please,” Jack whispers, his voice breaking causing what’s left of Joe’s heart to break even more.

“I can’t Jack.”

That was it, the last words Joe had said to Jack before packing his essential things and leaving.

It takes all the will power Joe has to not walk away again. To not run again.

“Joe?” It is Caspar’s voice and Joe smiles warmly at his old friend and former roommate.

“Long time no see, mate,” Joe says, smiling when his friend pulls him into a hug.

“It’s been so long, how’ve you been? Good I hope?” Oli greets, hugging him as well after Caspar.

“I’ve been good, yeah,” Joe says, nodding, warmth spreading over him at his friends’ genuine joy to see him, “missed you lot so much.”

“And we’ve missed you too, mate,” Conor joins in, hugging Joe as well.

Joe was a bit sceptical at first with how Conor would react to seeing him again, especially due to the fact Joe had left because of his brother, but as soon as he sees the older Maynard’s face, he knows he shouldn’t have worried.

“So what do we owe the presents of mr Joe Sugg?” Josh asks, jokingly, “thought maybe you thought you were too good for us, mr 10,000,000 million subscribers.”

“Well you can buy me a drink, if you want,” Joe says, smirking at his ginger haired friend, “or a hug would suffice from my favourite ginger.”

“Aww,” Josh laughs, hugging the smaller man, “you’ll make me blush.”

“I better watch it or you’ll go the colour of you’re ginger barnet,” Joe jokes, smirking at the taller man.

“Oh how I’ve missed you Suggy,” Josh says in fake sarcasm.

Joe chats the his friends about the last year and what has happened in there lives and why. Much to Joe’s relief, none of them question why he left in the first place. That could either mean they are waiting for the right moment to quiz up him about it or that Jack has told them what happened already. Joe’s pretty sure it is the latter as none of his friends had ever been the type of people for waiting to know something.

Jack, Joe notices, has moved away from the group slightly. Looking at the younger man, he notes the changes about him since the last time he saw him. His hair seems to have been dyed blonde again fairly recently, as the colour is only just fading back into his usual light brown hair. A new tattoo graces his arm, hidden mostly by his jacket sleeve, but, of course, Joe notices it anyway. A light brush of facial hair litters his chin, outlining his jaw.

“What about love life? Anyone new?” Caspar asks, his enthusiasm of seeing his friend again after so long still there in full force.

“Nah, no one serious since I left,” Joe answers, noticing Jack’s shoulders relax slightly at his words.

“Shall we go back to our place, Caspar? I think we should just ditch the night out,” Josh offers, downing the rest of his first drink.

“I’m down for that,” Oli agrees, copying the other man.

“Yeah, let’s go,” Caspar says, leading the group as they leave the pub to go to Caspar and Josh’s apartment.

As they are heading outside, Jack catches Joe’s arm stopping the older man in his tracks. The touch felt like a burn, the same electricity shooting from it that it did before they were together.

“Joe, I-” Jack cuts himself off, looking deeply into his eyes.

“What, Jack?” Joe asks, taking a deep breathe.

“I never thought I’d see you again,” Jack says, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Sorry to disappoint,” it is aimed as a joke but it seems to sound bitter to Joe’s own ears.

“I never wanted you to leave,” Jack says, his blue eyes glistening with tears, “I didn’t think you’d leave.”

“You pushed me so far, Jack,” Joe shakes his head slightly, “I couldn’t take it anymore.”

“I know and I’ve regretted it everyday since,” Jack says, his tone changing to determined, “I made a stupid, stupid mistake and it cost me everything I cared about. When you left, I just thought he needs some time to cool down then we can figure it out later, but-but then I found out you’d gone. I’ve never felt so alone as I did then. You could have been anywhere, the only way I knew you were safe was the text you sent to Caspar telling him you aren’t coming back.”

“What did you tell them?” Joe asks, softly, “about why I left I mean?”

“We’d broken up, I’d fucked up and you’d gone,” Jack says, quietly, “the truth I guess.”

“I left to get you out of my head, but it didn’t work,” Joe replies, biting his lip, “All the time did was make me realize that you’re supposed to be with me and I’m suppose to be with you.“

"I won’t mess up again,” Jack mutters, voice breaking slightly at the end, “I can’t risk losing you all over again.”

“And I won’t leave again,” Joe replies, gentle brushing a tear from Jack’s cheek.

That’s all that it takes for Jack to step forward, their mouths meeting in a kiss full of familiar love and passion that has always been between them.

“Let’s go before the others wonder where we are,” Joe says, smiling at the younger man, “Caspar wants me to retell the last year word by word and Conor is adamant that I need a hair cut.”

“You’re hair is getting quite long,” Jack says, smirking"

“Says the Maynard with blonde hair,” Joe jokes, playfully pushing Jack.

“Oi, it was a dare,” Jack argues, running his hand through his hair.

“Sure it was,” Joe says, sarcastically.

“It was!”

They continue to bicker as though one year has not separated them. It might take them a while to get completely back to how they were but they are going to give it a damn good go. For the sake of themselves and each other.

You can also read here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/12193338

[taetomysoob]

WHO DO YOU LOVE?

But I mean I had to mention Conor’s new single because I mean i’m obsessed. It’s not even my jam anymore, it’s more like a drug, I probably listen to it about seven times a day and I’m not tired of it yet and I love this boy xx

Joe and his mates were out in the London streets, heading over to a restaurant in town. They were walking and wandering around when they heard some loud music come from a corner and it was in the direction they were heading to. Jack, Josh, Caspar, Oli and Joe smiled as they recognized the song. Just as they as walked through the corner, they realized that the music was coming from a car and the driver was a girl. And Joe smiled as he watched her. The boys laughed as they noticed that she was singing every words and they couldn’t help but watch her.

“Let’s not play, you tell me to go and then you put your hands on me”, Y/N sang to the top of her lungs as she was waiting for her friend to join her in the car. When she looked through her opened window, her eyes felt on a group of boys. Fairly attractive boys. And for some reason, they were looking at her, some amused smiles on their faces and when others would be ashamed, Y/N kept singing the words to one of her favorite songs as she smiled at them.

Joe wasn’t only smiling because she was singing one of his best mate’s song or because she was having the time of her life but he was smiling because she was gorgeous. He could see it from the small distance between the group and her car. He suddenly felt the urge to capture the moment and pressed the on button of his camera, pointing it towards the girl’s car. And then the whole squad started to sing back because it was too funny to just ignore it. “Who do you love? Are you sure?” The boys sang back to her as Joe was vlogging. And when the beat dropped, Joe headed towards her after putting his camera back in his pocket and the others followed him.

As Y/N watched the group of lovely boys coming towards her, she turned the volume down. “I hope you don’t mind this being on YouTube?” The dark blonde asked, a grin on his lips and she laughed. “Nah, it’s alright.” Y/N replied as she analyzed his face. She then watched the four other boys behind him and smiled widely at them. “That was awesome!” A light blonde boy exclaimed. “That was quite fun, yeah.” She stated. “Would it be inappropriate for me to ask for your name?” The dark blonde spoke again and Y/N smirked. “Not if you give me your number in exchange.” The girl asked in confidence as she kept her eyes on the cute dark blonde. “I love her!” The ginger one exclaimed and they all laughed before handing out their numbers and heading their own separate ways. Only for them to organize a little meet up with her two days later.

[taetomysoob]

COFFEE

Drabble challenge : 15 ; “I’d kill for a coffe...literally.”

Joe was fighting to keep his eyes opened as him and his mates were walking down the streets of London on a sunny Saturday afternoon. He was having a lack of sleep lately but his mate had pushed him to get out with them to do some shopping but it was hard for him to fight back his exhausted state. Another yawn escaped Joe's month and his ginger friend glanced towards him. “Don't fall asleep while we walk. That could end up pretty badly for you.” Josh teased, a smirk on his lips as his other friend Oli laughed at the comment. “We should have your bed with you.” Oli continued and Joe simply rolled his eyes as another yawn came in. “Piss off.” Joe groaned as they kept walking and he tried his best not to bump into people. “Is there anything we can do?” Josh asked, his tone more serious. And Joe thought for a moment.” Well, I'd kill for a coffee. Literally.” He admitted and they laughed at his comment. “I know exactly where to go then.” Oli exclaimed, leading the boys to one of their favourite places, Starbucks.

As they walked into the coffee, the line was minor with only two people and they waited for about five minutes until it was their turn and Joe was craving this coffee. As his eyes looked up from the floor to the smiling waitress, he smiled because she was breathtaking. And the other boys quickly noticed to growing smile on Joe's lips. 

“Hello, can I take your order?” The waitress smiled , waiting for him to speak but he was speechless so Caspar leaned in, smiling politely, and ordered their drinks. “Can I get your names for the order please?” The lady suggested, watching the young boys for an answer. “I'm Oli, this is Caspar and this is-” Oli spoke, getting surprisingly interrupted by the thatcher boy. “Joe. My name is Joe.” The dark blonde stated as his blue yes met the girl's.

As Caspar nudged his best mate's rib with his elbow, signalling him that it was getting awkward, Joe stopped staring and followed them to their table after paying. As they were called out a few minutes go get their drinks, Joe remained sat as he waited for his freaking coffee to arrive. Oli and Caspar exchanged a smirk ad they handed the cup to Joe which he gladly took in his hands, instantly taking a huge sip and he frowned as the boys were grinning towards him. “What?” Joe asked, confusion coming across his face and Caspar pointed to the cup. Joe looked down to it, his name was written on it just as it was for them except that there was some numbers and a name. 

Joe smiled as his eyes darted over the phone number. Y/N. He turned his head towards the counter and Y/N turned his head to him, the two strangers exchanging a smile as the two boys started to tease him.