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Warm - part 1

Warm - part 1/3 | Joe Sugg | imagine Word count: 3094 Request: The reader meet Joe randomly in the street and then they start to date and are really in love but they are both worried about the difference age because Joe is 25 and the reader is 17-18 A/N: Thank you again for the sweet anon who requested it! I would love to know if you liked it! At first it would be only a small imagine, but I was carried away so… See you soon, sweeties! [Y/F/B/N is for “your friend’s boyfriend’s name”] You can find more Buttercream Squad content here | Requests are open

There were grey clouds in the sky that afternoon. You had never liked them, but the weather never was up to you and never would be, so you were dealing with it buying yourself a cappuccino after a long period in school.

It was your last year and fools were the ones who thought teachers were being nicer just because you were almost done with it. No, they were only making the process more difficult. Thanks God you could go away soon.

Brighton was a good place to live, you were sure of it. You had really happy times in there, but all you knew was Brighton, this was the only city you ever lived in and now was the time to change things, turning into a new you (or some bullshit like that, you just couldn’t handle living in there).

“Let’s go, Y/N!” Y/F/N called, squeezing her boyfriend’s hand, poor Y/F/B/N. She was impatient because this was your second time getting coffee that week and, in the first, you almost got late for the first class.

“It is not my fault, Y/F/N.” you answered, a little annoyed. “You can go first. I’ll catch you guys later.”

This was all that Y/F/N wanted to hear.

“Fine.” she said, leading Y/F/B/N to the exit even before she finished saying that one word.

You rolled your eyes, toking your phone out of your pocket and checking your notifications. How nice was being abandoned by your friends and having only an electronic device as companion.

Your goal was going to London after graduating, you knew you would struggle, but you didn’t care. You wanted to feel independent and the only way to do that was abandoning your comfort zone for real. You would cry a lot probably with all the effort you would need to put through so you could support yourself, but it would all be fine.

“Y/N.” The coffee lady said.

There were two cups in front of you, but you didn’t saw the other one, grabbing the first that you saw. You needed to hurry if you really wanted to be abble to go with your friends, so you started walking as fast as you could without dropping the drink in your clothes.

Your right hand was already in the door when someone touched your shoulder.

“Lady.”

You turned back, looking at the screen of  your phone to try to send Y/F/N a message saying to her hold up a little.

“I guess this is my coffee you are with.” the voice said.

You looked up and you could feel your eyes widening a little.

“Hm…”

You always thought that people on Youtube was only known if you were part of the Youtube community and even like that, there were a lot of people you couldn’t know about. Joe Sugg? Joe Sugg wasn’t one of those.

He laughed at your reaction and took the cup of your hand, you didn’t protested. Instead, of doing that, you blinked your eyes, trying to make sentences and then laughed of yourself.

“I’m sorry.”

“That’s fine.”

“No, really, I didn’t see it was your coffee.”

Joe smiled.

“Yeah, you don’t seem to be a coffee’s thief.” he joked, holding another cup to give to you. “Here, this is yours.”

“Thank you.” you said. “And saying I don’t seem a thief it’s quite nice of you.” you commented and turned your cup to see if that was really your name in it.

“Hey, as long as I know, you can be a house’s thief.” I could be a heart’s thief “I just said you don’t steal other people’s coffee…” he tried to see the name that was written in your cup as you raise it. “Y/N.”

You took a sip of your drink.

“Yeah, hi. Nice to meet you.”

“Hi, I’m Joe.”

“I will pretend I didn’t know that so we can talk normally, is that ok?” you tried to make fun, you clearly knew who he was.

Joe laughed. “That’s ok, yeah.”.

Your phone started ringing “Sorry.” You looked at Joe with apologizing eyes. “Hello.”

“Y/N, where are you? We have a test in the first class of the afternoon in case you forgot.” Y/F/N didn’t even bothered of saying hello back. “We’re in school already, come fast.” she hung up before you could say something.

“Oh, fuck.” you cursed.

“Everything is ok?” Joe asked.

You forgot he was there.

“I gotta go, actually.”

Joe seemed a little disappointed, or this was what you liked to believe that time.

“Oh, ok. Cool.”

You smiled at him.

“It was really nice to met you, Joe.”

“Until a next time, Y/N.”

“Bye.” You nodded your head as you were waving a goodbye.

“Wait, I was wondering if…” you could give me your number, but you were gone.

.

“Y/N?” Y/F/N asked seeing you approaching your desk. “What happened? You are red.”

You laughed.

“You won’t believe what just happened.”

“What?”

“I just met Joseph Sugg.” you told. “And I’m pretty sure he almost asked my number.

.

“Joe, honestly, your preference for coffee just can’t be that strong.”

“Shut up, Zo.”

“We drove all across the city for this damn coffee!” She complained, stopping by Joe’s side at the row.

“I know it.” he told, not really paying attention to his sister.

Zoe sighed. “Ok, spit it out.”

“What?”

“The girl’s name.”

“What?!” he gave a nervous laugh.

“C’mon, Joe, I know it’s a girl.”

“Fine, fine…” Joe rolled his eyes. “Her name is Y/N.”

“Oh, that’s a good name!”

“I know.”

“Parking the car took me ages!” Alfie complained, catching up with the siblings. “So you guys already ordered?”

Zoe grinned. “Actually, Joe…”

“Zoe!” Joe complained. “You just need to tell everyone in the world, don’t you?” he asked.

Alfie laughed. “To Joe get this affected, we’re talking about girls, aren’t we?” It was always fun when the two of them started chattering about Joe’s crushes, he seemed like a little kid. If they were talking about Joe’s hook ups, thought, he didn’t seem nothing like a kid.

“Yeah!” Zoe agreed, bursting into laughs as her boyfriend.

Joe made a frown at the couple, they were really making fun of this?

“Oh, Joe! Buddy!” Alfie hugged his brother in law. “That’s ok, everybody can have a crush on someone.”

“Yeah, well, you crush my bloody sister!” Joe pointed out.

The trio were laughing when the door opened again and in the cafe entered one really special girl, being follow by her friend.

“Third time!” Y/F/N exclaimed. “Third fucking time this week, Y/N! For God’s sake, the week has only 5 days, how can you need that much coffee in your life?”

“Shut up, Y/F/N.” you ordered, looking around to see if you recognized the one you were looking for. From where he was, you couldn’t see him. “Come, let’s order our drinks.” you said, a little disappointed.

When Joe saw you, his face lit up. Yes! His completely stupid plain of trying to see you again worked out! He was a smart lad, wasn’t he? He smiled and walked to you.

“Hey, Y/N!” He greeted, playing cool. Zoe almost laughed out loud seeing her brother’s moves. He was trying to look chill and she knew he was putting all his effort in it because they literally just came across the city to that place.

You grinned, looking refreshed. “Joe!”

Y/F/N almost wanted to give you a slap, calm down, Y/N, damn! Don’t fangirl now, please. She looked at you with that warning look and you coughed a little, taking a deep breath afterwards.

“This is, Y/F/N.” You presented and your friend smiled politely to Joe.

“Hi, I’m Joe.” he said and Zoe thought it was about time to approach you guys. “And this is my sister, Zoe, and her boyfriend, Alfie.”

Oh, fuck. Joe were kidding with you, right? You weren’t such a youtuber fan, but really? You couldn’t handle that much.

You smiled at them and your friend did the same, trying your best to not freak out completely.

“Hi. I’m Y/N.”

“Hello!” Zoe said, she just wanted to jump around and make fun of Joe because he seemed a teenager again. “Nice to meet you!” You nodded.

“Hi!” Alfie shook your hand and Zoe followed his steps.

“Next!” The cafe’s lady shouted.

“Oh, this is us.” Y/F/N said, taking you by the hand and pulling you.

“Excuse me.” you asked, being sorry for such an abrupt reaction of Y/F/N. “Calm down, Y/F/N, please.” you whispered.

“Are you kidding me? The freakin Zoella is behind us! I just know her because of you and I am freaking out, how aren’t you?”

“I am, moron!” you whispered back. “But for what you love the most, don’t ruin it! This is like insane and stuff.”

“So what you girls are going to order?” The employee asked and you two smiled at her, remembering that you needed to actually have something to drink.

.

Y/F/N was gone to find you a table, you were so anxious about being in at the cafe that you actually got in there really early, so now there was no need to rush to school anymore. She leaved you behind because you were waiting your order.

“So, you are not from here, are you?” you asked Joe, Zoe and Alfie were ordering still.

“Oh, no, I’m from a small village on country side.” He answered and then gave a little smile. “I live in London now.”

“And why would you waste London to come to Brighton?” you looked through the window. “I mean, the weather is not beach vibes or anything…” you sighed, you wish that was. You loved sunny days.

Joe giggled, you seemed so disappointed about the season that he found really cute.

“My sister lives in here, I came to a meeting and now I’m crashing her place this week.” He told you.

“Oh, that’s nice.” You commented, pretending you didn’t know that Zoella lived in your city. Well, Adele did too… But Adele wasn’t buying coffee next to you, was she? Also, you didn’t know who was Adele’s brother, but you were pretty sure he wasn’t that gorgeous as Joe.

Your coffee was delivered, but you stood there and chatted more with Joe, he was really nice and his order wasn’t ready yet, so you could enjoy his company a little more before going in separate ways.

The place had heater and your coffee was really hot as well, so your body started sweating and you took off your coat, revealing your tattoo by your tank top.

“Oh, that’s cool.” Joe said, seeing the black ink on your shoulder.

You looked the way he was looking, sometimes you forgot you had a tattoo. It was there only, you weren’t reminded of it.

“Thanks.” You smiled.

What you didn’t know was that Joe was kind of relieved. The way you talked and the way you moved weren’t the same way as a student would do and, althought you were beautiful, you seemed a little younger than the girls Joe usually found attractive, seeing that you had a tattoo meant you were over 18 and everything was fine.

Well, except by the fact you weren’t 18 yet.

.

“So there I was, right? I’ve got no friends, no one to talk, my phone was in the bedroom and this huge man, like, he literally was 250 pounds, I swear. And he come and just started shouting things at me, saying I was rude and that kind of stuff.” You told, laughing already. “When actually, she” you pointed to Y/F/N “was the one who came to his wife and asked if she was pregnant.”

“Oh, no” Alfie commented, Joe closed his eyes.

“Guess what?” You continued. “She wasn’t.” All of them started to laugh. “The woman pointed at Y/F/N, but my friend here was gone by the time the man stood up for his wife. It was horrible, I swear.”

“She looked like she was pregnant! It wasn’t my fault!” Y/F/N told, trying to defend herself but failing because she was laughing so hard.

The cafe lady called Zoe’s name.

“Oh, that must be our order.” She said, receiving a look from Joe.

“Let me help you.” Alfie said, standing up and going to get their food.

“Could you help us too, Y/F/N?”

“Okay!” Y/F/N said, a little more excited than she should for just grabbing food, she could see what Zoe was doing there and was pretty happy in not standing in her way or yours.

Suddenly, was only you and Joe at the table. You tried to seem as you weren’t freaking out, so you took a sip from your coffee.

“So…” Joe started. “I guess you were about to tell me your number before ran away yesterday.”

You frowned. “I was? Are you sure?”  You joked.

Joe laughed. “Yes, you were.” You raised your shoulders. “Where you went anyway? I mean, you was in a rush for getting in there.”

“I am a really busy girl, Joe.” you said ironically, not wanting to give him up yet by telling you were heading to school.

“And does a busy girl like you go on dates?” Joe asked.

You smiled. “I could see in my schedule if I have time for that, yeah.” Joe smiled at you too, not knowing what he was going to.

.

“Y/N/N, we gotta go.” Y/F/N said, you didn’t notice that she, Zoe and Alfie got the food and were in another table, you were talking to Joe and lost the track of the world.

“Again?” Joe asked, he seemed a little upset and you couldn’t avoid liking it.

“I’m sorry.” you told, with a smile on your face. “But you do have my phone now, so I’m a few buttons away.” you winked  at him, something that no one saw coming. Fuck, you were flirting with Joe Sugg!

Joe laughed, he liked your move. “You are.”

You all said your goodbyes and you starting walking out from the cafe.

“Smooth.” Y/F/N approved.

“Shut up.”

“You’re so into him.” she laughed. “I can believe it. You actually have his number. He is not your celeb crush number 247 or something?”

“He might be on the top 10 at the moment.” you admitted and Y/F/N just couldn’t take you serious. You were a lucky girl, weren’t you. “I’m not stupid, though, I know it won’t take me anywhere.”

“Why?” she asked.

“Because I’m 8 years younger than him, maybe?” you suggested, being ironic again.

“I’m not saying to you to date him, I’m saying you can have some fun with an older guy just for a change.” she argued. “You don’t like boys at our school and it’s nice having someone to feed your ego.”

“You are with Y/F/B/N just to ‘feed your ego’ then?” you joked, making her laugh. Her idea wasn’t bad at all, you had to admit. Maybe you would do that.

.

Your phone rang, you received a message. Your eyes opened wide.

“No cells during class.” Your teacher told, looking at you quite angry.

“Sorry” you gave him a weak smile before searching the device in your backpack so you could leave it in silent mode. As you did it, you saw it was Joe sending you a message, something unusual of him, it was so early in the morning.

A couple weeks passed by since the exchange of numbers. You didn’t know how to react, but you were really enjoying your late chats and stuff like that, it would happen every day now and although you couldn’t admit it even to yourself, you started falling for him, something really really dangerous.

Good morning! was the content of his message. It immediately settled a smile on your face. You looked at your teacher to see if he was paying attention on what you were doing, he wasn’t anymore.

Why are you awake this early? you asked.

You turned your head to the board, seeing Math turn into the most boring thing in your whole existence. You missed the time school was easy and you could just forget about it some hours at the day.

Missing you is messing with my head. Joe sent and it made you roll your eyes, he loved to tease you like that.

Right. Now tell me the real reason. You could hear Joe’s laugh because of your answer.

Are you doubting it? you rolled your eyes again.

Yes was all you wrote.

Fine, fine… I have a meeting today. You kind of wished what he told about missing you was truth, but you were determined of being really grounded about this. Ask me where my meeting is, Y/N. he required.

Where your meet is, Joseph?

Brighton. he informed and your heart jumped and you needed to regain control. Fuck, Joe couldn’t just said that with you unprepared. Hum… Y/N? he asked when he realized you saw the message and didn’t answer it.

Well, this is a good excuse for you to don’t miss me that much, isn’t it? you joked, you started sweating waiting for his response.

We can meet and catch up to resolve this problem of mine, can’t we?

Are you asking me on a date? You joked. Be careful, Joseph, you won’t be able to keep up with me if you are…

You are the one who won’t be keeping up, Y/N. You couldn’t believe in it. It is a yes, then?

You took a deep breath, your panic starting showing up.

“Are you ok, Y/N?” Y/F/N asked.

You nodded your head. “No.”

“What happened?” she seemed worried, you just slid your phone to her desk. “Oh my God.” she commented as she read the messages. “You are going, right?” she confirmed, passing your cell back to you.

“I don’t know.”

“Oh, c’mon, Y/N! You can’t miss this opportunity.”

You agreed with that, but it wasn’t fair to Joe. He didn’t even knew that you were at school while he was texting you.

You took a deep breath again. It was about time he discover your age. You were letting go now.

→ Part 02

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01. we never go out of style

This is a 1989 series imagine 

          I look at my cellphone so I can guarantee the minutes didn’t stop passing or something like that. I know Jack is awful with schedule stuff, but as soon as the white slim numbers change from 11:59 to 00:00, I hear knocks on my door and I know it is him.

           I open the front door and he gives me that smirk of his, leaning on the doorframe, his blue eyes just sparks and, that easy, I am lit.

           “Hey babe,” he says.

           I roll my eyes a bit because he knows that “hey babe” doesn’t work to me anymore. He tries anyway in the hope it begins to move me like it used to.

           I tell him to wait for me to pick my purse and he snaps back the fact that I won’t need a single thing to where we are going, to what we are going to do. The fact that I know he is right is ignored by my pride and I go back to my bedroom to do what I said I would.

           “Let’s go,” is all that came out of my mouth, worried that my roommate will wake up with my little activity.

           I wish I could say that Y/R/N is one of my best friends, but we both know that we are not some of those “I live with my bestie” cases that everyone seems to enjoy. Bullshit. We just live with each other because we need to and most of the people who have a roommate just do it because they need to. And I know that if I say my thoughts out loud to Jack, he will point out that he had a pretty good experience with his former roommates, also remembering me that Joe doesn’t need to have Byron. Maybe he would let a “you know” slip out of his mouth at the end of his sentence, just to make the whole thing a bit more “Jack Maynard” and maybe I would shut my mouth and roll my eyes again.

I’m playing hard tonight, something that me and Jack know that is just an act. I don’t care that he disappeared for a few weeks, he doesn’t care if I care as well. We pretend we do so I can hold my pride up high, what we know that makes sex a lot more interesting.

“Where are we going?” I ask him, watching all those London fake lights slipping outside the car.

“Where you wanna go, princess?” Jack gives me a side look.

I give a little laugh. “Does it even matter?”

“Of course it does,” is what he answers and I couldn’t be surer that he only does that to please me. He knows he fucked up and he continues our little play. I love it.

I stare at my driver and give a dirty look. “Heaven, Jack.” I shrug. “I wanna go to Heaven,” I look away as I laugh again “but we both know I can’t go there anymore.” And the lights continue to pass by us.

“Well, you can be an angel…” he tells me as he stops the car in the parking lot of a fast food restaurant. A romantic choice, I could say.

This time, I laugh out loud. What the fuck? “Since when you are so cheesy, Maynard?” I open the car door. “What did you eat those days you didn’t call me?” I begin to step out of the car, but Jack grabs my waist.

“Y/N, listen…”

           He is holding me tight, however, where he chose to grab is the exact spot he knows that drives me crazy.

           I look at him over my shoulder and I can see his odd expression. I don’t want to do this right now, we gotta go.

           “C’ mon, Jack,” I take his hand out of my waist. “I want some French fries before you fuck me again.” I hear Jack sigh as we get out of the car.

We enter the place with his hand around my waist, placing it there just to announce we are together. All the people with faces washed by the terrible fluorescent light look at us. It is always an impression wherever we go, especially because of the continuous tension we have. You can’t ignore it, it catches your attention without your permission, just as Mr. Jack Maynard.

I order my fries and a soda, I don’t mind to notice what Jack is having. We wait for our dinner and eat it just making small talk. I ask about Conor and Anna, he asks me about my grades at university.

I was a good girl, a smart girl before I met Jack. It is really easy to be one without meeting the Devil himself, but once he puts his hands on you, you are doomed. It is something he knows it’s going to happen and you do as well, but it is irresistible. All the sins mark your skin and you fall in the blink of an eye. Jack Maynard fucked me in all the possible ways and, if I could, I would do it all over again. That’s why I picked his phone call sooner this evening, that’s why I accept whatever he says to me.

We finish eating and go to his apartment. He promises he had another plan, I don’t buy it. He looks in my eyes to say “I really did” and I can feel he is being honest, but I don’t want to be a fool who trust in feelings.

The yellow lights on his hallway light up his dark apartment, which I know the map by heart, so I won’t trip.

I know I have a red mark on my neck already because of the kisses we had in his car in his parking lot and my hair is probably a mess since Jack pushed me against the mirror on the elevator. Our clothes begin to fall on the floor before Jack turns around to close his front door.

It clicks and now we only have the London lights that come through his window. I bit my lips when a thought passes through my mind, remembering something that someone said to me in one of those weeks we’ve been apart and Jack thinks I am biting my lips is because I want him to kiss me (it is something I tend to do a lot, the biting and the wishing), so he puts his hands on me again, but I turn my face to stop him from kissing me indeed. He frowns and steps away.

I say: “I heard that you’ve been out and about with some other girl.”

He says: “What you heard was true, but I can’t stop thinking about you”

And I say “I’ve been there too a few times”. I give a little smirk and go put my hands around his neck again to go back to our business, but, to my surprise, he is the one who pushes me away.

“No, you didn’t understand, Y/N” he announces and passes his right hand through his hair. “I don’t want anyone else.”

“Jack, it is fine,” I say, just wanting to put the whole thing aside. “I’d never demand you to be faithful to me.” We all know it wouldn’t work out, he wasn’t made to be tamed,  that is why we keep playing all those little games, we keep rewinding the song, we tried each other taste for real once and we got used to it.

Jack stares at me and I have to trust my feelings, because those blue eyes were never ignored, now that I can see they are tormented, my emotions scream inside me, urging because of his pain. He is being honest, he is hurt.

It isn’t an act anymore.

My mouth opens and he can see I’m shocked. “Oh.” I can’t move, I barely can breathe.

Seeing I won’t respond to his statement, he goes to his sofa, sitting on it tired. It takes me a few more seconds, but I go sit beside him. Jack hugs me with his right arm.

I thought we were pretending to care because we were over each other, we were still “together” because it was convenient, but we were actually pretending to not care.

I can see it now, the way I fell so hard that I thought I need to protect myself so I tricked me to believe I was sheltered against Jack. I never was, I never will be.

“I want you.” He whispers in my ear.

And I know I want him back.

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I created this portrait of Joe Sugg purely with ordinary ballpoint pens… it’s an experimental piece that I’m quite pleased with!

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What a view

What a view | Joe Sugg | imagine Word count: 2428 A/N: Hey everyone! How is it going? I know it’s been a while and in my last imagine something quite similar happened between Y/N and Joe, but can we just ignore that? I promise the next imagine won’t be a friends-but-not-really kind of thing! Hope you all enjoy this story! It is, honestly, one of my favorites! You can read more Buttercream Squad stuff here

         “Hey Joe, can I get a hoodie of yours?” Y/N asked, while got up from the sofa.

          Joseph Sugg looked away from his laptop, in which he was editing his last vlog, glimpsing the gracious movement the girl did. She lift herself as if she was weightless, the bottom of her bare feet touching the carpet just for a moment because she was walking towards the stairs already, not noticing her leg hit the coffee table Joe had in the middle of his room and made Y/N’s notepad fall on the floor.

          “Of course” Joe mumbled, assuring what Y/N thought, since they were best friends and never would deny such a thing as clothes for each other, although Joe was always the one to have his stuff taken.

          The man stretched himself to take the fallen object, not bothering to warn his friend of the small accident since he would take it. But the notepad opened when it fell and left all the secret pages open to be exposed to the world.

          Joe wouldn’t describe himself as a nosy person, however he couldn’t avoid seeing his name in Y/N’s handwrite and not be curious about it, therefore instead of return the notepad to the table, Joseph pulled it to read the invisible words written in Y/N’s skin.

          Y/N was a college student in her last year (finally – as she would say) and her little notebook was her second best friend, after Joe (obviously). It was for her own organization and sanity, she would take it with her wherever she went, including Joe’s house after her classes that day. Yet, even though it was meant to short notes, Mr. Sugg found an odd text following his name in those pages.

Joe

wasn’t the first man I put my eyes on; wasn’t the most handsome guy I have ever seen; wasn’t the only one I saw who had clear blue eyes; wasn’t the brightest human I knew and wasn’t the last who made me laugh, no. But, strangely, when I think about him… I feel like he could be.

 And he could be my sunshine, my warm hug on a London’s winter night, my flowering garden in the middle of the autumn. Most important of all, he could be mine and, without a doubt, I could be his.

 However, these are the thoughts I keep to myself, that my mind screams every single time he smiles to me, that I shut down as a slamming door after a fight, that keeps me on the eye of the hurricane and drags me to the bottom of a deep lake, with calm waters and cold surface where no one goes.

 Because I know this is dangerous, this is a black ink stain on this gorgeous friendship landscape painting that everybody adores. And even if I feel it is taking over me more and more, in each touch, each laugh, each “hello” or “goodbye”, I keep things quiet. I let my side of the paint get darker, but never his part, never (ever) the whole canvas, so I can suffocate alone and don’t ruin the whole thing.

 This is the price I

          “Joe, I didn’t find any hoodie that you seem to had used in the past few days so I took…”

          The man looked scarred to his friend, who was coming downstairs. His face showed he was guilty, a guilty he knew he could be blamed for, a guilty who would haunt him down not only thanks to the past minutes he was reading what he shouldn’t have, but for all the events that would come next.

          And of course, his mind would never let him forget how Y/N looked when she was coming back to the living room. She was wearing her skinny jeans and his burgundy hoodie merch, the elastic hair which was holding her hair in a ponytail before, now on her wrist. Her beautiful eyes widened when she saw what Joe held and it was almost like a movie scene that he had pressed pause, her actions suddenly stopping and his heart as well.

          As it would take back all the decisions Joe had made before, he dropped the notepad, gasping.

          “Y/N…”

          Her name getting out of his mouth was everything that she needed to wake up. So she blinked a few times and started rushing through the door, glad that she was so used to be around Joe’s house that she felt comfortable enough to take her shoes off as soon as she entered the apartment.

          She didn’t care if her backpack was in the living room, innocently laying down beside Joseph, she just wanted to get out of there.

          By the time Joe was able to put himself together to go to Y/N, she had her sneakers on her feet and was opening the front door.

          “Y/N, please…”

          Joe was only a couple steps behind her when she turned around and starred him.

          “Don’t” she asked.

          Joe stood where he was, mortified. He was Y/N’s best friend, right, but he had never seen that look in her eyes. Her pride was bleeding right in front of him and now that the opaque colorless bubble around her had popped, all the ink splattered. It was chaos.

          And although everything else was falling apart, as said before, Joseph Sugg was Y/N’s best friend and he would continue to be as long as she wanted to, so he stepped back and, despite the fact he felt his own bubble was about to explode, let Y/N go away.

 This is the price I accept to pay every day, gladly. Now I know how it is to be in love and nothing could be better than see Joe and be able to say I am blessed enough to be his friend, to have known such a nice, kind, humble soul.

 And even if I never taste the other way round, even if he never realizes who I truly am, that my ideals stand right next to his, that our conversations make everything seem possible or his future could be more colorful if it turns to be our future, I still will accept this love.

 And accept that a ruined paint is better than a blank canvas.

          Joe intended to search through Y/N’s notepad after more things about him, but once he ended the text he was reading before, he was exhausted. Also, he didn’t feel like it was something he should be doing, once it was Y/N’s stuff still. He just was too curious to not end that text, to know Y/N’s thoughts about him. He had a thirst for her, of everything that included her, and he wasn’t able to simply choose not to drink.

          Joe hid his face in his hands and snorted. What he would do? What he should be doing? He should chase her, he should call her, he should… Give her time to think? Joe passed his hands on his hair. If he had known all her feelings before, he would do things so differently. He would say a lot of things and keep others just to himself.

          He heard the front door opening and, for a single second, he thought that it could be Y/N. It was Byron.

          “Joe?” The South African called.

          The older one grumbled and Byron hesitated.

          “Hum… Is everything okay, bro?”

          “No,” Joe hid his face once again.

          “What happened?” Byron asked and sat beside his friend, noticing Y/N’s backpack on the other side of Joe. “Is Y/N here?”

          “No.”

          “She forgot her backpack?”

          Joe looked at Byron and this one could see that the other wasn’t at his finest. And, for Joe’s expression, things never were more complicated.

          “What happened?”

          Before Joe could answer his question, the intercom rang and Byron got up to answer it, Joe clearly wouldn’t be going that.

          “Hello?” Byron said.

          “Hey, Byron,” Y/N’s voice sounded and filled all the room, including Joe’s heart. He instantly looked at the electronic device. “It’s Y/N.”

          “Oh, hi, Y/N,” Byron was waiting to Joe say or do something so he could know what to do himself. “Come on in.”

          “Thanks, Byron,” Y/N’s voice seemed fake even to Byron, and he wasn’t that close to her to know when she was faking something. “but, actually, could you just take my backpack and bring it to me down here? I think I left it on your sofa.”

          “Sure, I will ask Joe to-“

          “No!” Y/N cleared her throat. “Hum… Don’t say anything to Joe, ok? I don’t want to bother him.”

          Joe sank in the sofa. He felt heavier all the sudden and it was just as Y/N said: it dragged him to a lake and he began to sink.

          The call ended and Byron walked to sit down on the sofa, giving Joe a look that showed Byron wanted to know all the story. So Joe told what happened (not without a lot of grumblings, sighs, and hands passing through his own hair) and, once he finished, Byron got up, took Y/N’s backpack and stood it to his friend.

          “What?” Joe asked, sadly staring the object.

          “She wants it back,” Byron said.

          “She doesn’t want to see me.”

          Byron rolled his eyes.

          “She doesn’t want to see her best friend because she is afraid. I would be as well if I was her.”

          “Yeah, well, her best friend, in this case, is me.”

          “No, Joe, you aren’t.”

          Joe was confused. “I’m pretty sure I am, yeah.”

          “You are her best friend only because you want to be her best friend. The only thing you need to sort it out, bro, is that if you want to continue to be her best friend.”

          Joe smiled, getting up from the sofa as well. He didn’t need to sort anything out, it was sorted a long time ago. “Byron, you are a genius!” He exclaimed, going back to be himself, the funny, light mood Joe. “Have you ever consider to sell those kind of… What is this called? Insights isn’t it? Insights! You are losing a great opportunity here, mate!”

          Byron laughed and gave the backpack to Joe. “Shut up and go get your girl.”

          Y/N starred the building’s door with her legs trembling, she felt like she could throw up any minute now.

          The truth was that as soon as she got out of Joe’s building and the wind hit her face, she realized she was lost, that she took all the friendship they had and threw it away, but it was inevitable because it happened when she began to fall in love for her best friend. It was the most stupid thing people do and she was fool enough to do it. Y/N Y/L/N, who always thought she was so smart.

          She sat down on the pavement in front of Joe’s home and starred it as it was a funny cartoon and the construction would reveal what she needed to do. When she saw Byron entering the place, she decided to ask him her stuff back and, when she held her backpack once more, she would turn around and never go back.

          Joseph, though, had another plans to her. And he walked out the building with a confidence that would be taken down at the first glimpse he would take on Y/N, since she recognized him and was ready to go away.

          Joe held her backpack high so Y/N could see he would be returning her stuff, a white flag. It worked out, she stayed.

          Joe felt all his feelings, his wishes and his thoughts bursting underneath his skin, emerging all together so he wasn’t able to decide what to do while he was walking towards Y/N. It was the moment he was waiting for, he waited a long time, more time than he knew and now he didn’t know how to act.

          Y/N was still wearing his hoodie, her hair was a mess because of the wind, her skin was a bit pale because of the cold and her hand grabbed her clothes edges, showing she was nervous as well. Joe could see she had cried and her lips were red probably because she had this thing in which she would bite her lips when she was anxious. She seemed tired from the long day and her eyes were tormented. Joe thought she was beautiful.

          “Thank you,” Y/N said when Joe offered the backpack back.

          “You are welcome.”

          Y/N held it tight and didn’t even bother to actually put the backpack on her back before start going away.

          “Y/N, wait,” Joe asked, quickly her arm.

          Y/N’s heart stopped. This was something she wasn’t expecting, so she did stop, looking to the man she was in love with an expression that she would wait only briefly, just enough time to put herself together from the touch, so she could go back to turn her back to her lover.

          “Please,” he said, making an extra effort to Y/N see he meant what he said. She was an expert on Joseph Sugg, he didn’t need to try hard.

          She didn’t say a thing, just turned around so she would be in front of him and started putting her backpack on. Once she was done with it, she stared Joe once more on that day.

          Y/N was shorter than him and he could see in her eyes all her emotions, now it was really easy to see what she was feeling, even though it was an insane mixture of things.

          And seeing her like that, in that state, Joe realized he would never be able to say the right things at that moment. The sentences were stopping without an end and his thoughts weren’t clear enough to make sense.

          Joe blinked once only, finally viewing Y/N as a whole, finally comprehending all her beauty. His hands held Y/N’s face and he got closer to her, kissing the lips he thought of kissing since the first time he saw her.

          In that kiss, it all became clear. They weren’t a stained paint, they were an incomplete one. Their landscape was in expansion, they couldn’t see that yet, but soon enough they would. All the darkness would transform into a beautiful night full of stars, the leaves that were falling in the autumn would freeze and become flowers and its petals would be warmed by the sun, beginning the circle again and again. Their paint was bigger than they knew, the edges were blank and they would slowly fill their canvas. And boy… What a view.

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Birthday wish

Birthday wish | Joe Sugg | imagine Word count: 3942 A/N: Hey there people! Nice to be around again :) Yep, I’m writing a birthday imagine. I know I said my present was coming back BUT I COULDN’T RESIST, ALRIGHT? hahahaha I hope you like it. Also, while I was finishing this, I realised that the music for this is “So It Goes…” by Taylor Swift. It was sooo strange when I noticed it! Anyway, hear the song once you’re done with the imagine and feel free to come say what you thought about it! You can find more Buttercream content here

“Where is the birthday girl?” You heard Josh’s voice ask while he entered Joe’s apartment after Byron opened the door for him.

You were in the kitchen, watching Joe make dinner for the two of you and Byron. You opened a smile and got up, literally running to give your best friend a hug. Josh also smiled as soon as he saw you and you jumped at him, he caught you in the air and laughed.

You always saw Josh as an older brother and, although he had a lot of siblings, you knew he saw you like a little sister as well. Not only you were younger than Josh and seemed to be even shorter next to him (it was amazing how he could walk down the street without hitting the lights, really), but since you got to London and met him, you both clicked and it was almost like he would protect you from anyone.

“So, we will see your mysterious Tinder date today?” Josh asked casually while putting you down.

You hesitated, Joe and Byron were the only ones of the Buttercream that you didn’t tell you were seeing someone. Purposely. You didn’t tell them purposely.

“Hum…” Byron smiled at you. “Y/N has a Tinder guy, huh?”

“Or a girl.” You said and Josh realized that he messed up. Even if no one felt his tension, you knew he was thinking all the “oh no’s” he should at the time.

“Or a girl, of course.” Byron agreed, although you never really dated a girl.

Joe suddenly seemed to be really interested in the food he was preparing and your heart trembled, you were dying to know what he was thinking.

“And no” You turned to Josh, touching his nose with the point of your index finger, something that could be seen as reproof “, you won’t see him today.”

“At least now we know it is a guy.” Byron murmured.

You sat at the place you were before.

“Why didn’t you say something to us?” Joe asked.

You frowned, Joe usually wouldn’t ask something like this.

“Not that you needed to tell us your business, I know.” He quickly added, probably for seeing your face.

You hesitated again. Why didn’t you say something to Joe and Byron? Well…

“Because she has a huge crush on” your heart stopped, what the hell Josh was saying? “Byron and it would blow all Y/N’s chances of getting him.”

Your cheeks had already turned into red because of the beginning of Josh’s sentence, but you mentally sighed. Josh to the rescue!

“As if Byron isn’t hard enough to get with all the options he has available.” You commented ironically and rolled your eyes. “Good looking as fuck, what did I expected?” You asked playing your sarcastic part, even though you knew that your words could be applied to another guy in the room… Being honest without being honest, you liked to say it was symbolic, but it was you being a coward.

“But I will always have a part of my heart with your name on it, Y/N.” Byron joked and you pretended to faint, making him laugh.

“You can’t say that to my poor heart, Byron babe.” You faked a whisper: “It can get me killed.” You, Byron and Josh laughed, Joe seemed to be back at the food task again. “Hey, by the way, ‘Byron babe’ sounds good! Can I call you ‘Byron babe’ or it might frighten all the other girls?”

“But there is the genius part of the thing, Y/N.” Josh said. “You need to call Byron of babe so you can have him all to yourself.”

“Josh, I need to play nice, don’t I? Or I might frighten him off.” You joked and as soon as you said the words, Joe announced that dinner was ready, kind of pissed for some reason none of you understood. Maybe Byron, because he looked at Joe, calm down, bro.

“Do you want some, Josh?” Joe asked while gave you a plate.

“No, I already ate, thank you.” He answered.

“You should try it.” You said eating some and almost melting with the flavor. “Joe made his special pasta.”

“And by special, she meant that cooking thing he subscribes.” Josh joked.

“Oh, shut up, Josh. Joe only did this because I asked him for it, it’s my birthday special.” You defended and Josh rolled his eyes.

“I didn’t have a birthday special.” Byron complained as received his plate.

“It’s because Joe doesn’t have a crush on you.” Josh teased and Joe gave a smirk.

“You are still gorgeous, Bro.” The older one said to Byron with a wink.

You laughed, ignoring the jump your heart gave. “Oh my, I wish my love life would be as good as today.” You faked a sigh. “I had Byron on the roll, now Joe… This is the good days, man.” you said lifting your bottle of beer.

“Oh, don’t you think I forgot your mysterious man, Y/N.” Byron remembered and Josh wanted to hit his head on the wall, what did he do? Why couldn’t he just shut up sometimes? Do as Y/N told, Josh, and shut up for once, damn.

“I wouldn’t call him a mysterious man, really. It isn’t like we are something else than not-strangers.” You told them chewing your pasta. “I mean, he isn’t even in London.” You couldn’t hide your disappointment in your voice.

“You will be fine, Y/N/N.” Josh held your shoulder and you gave him a little smile.

“Yeah, otherwise you will have tonight at the club to be not-stranger with a lot of other people.” Byron added and you laughed at him.

“As if I’m super popular at clubs.” It was your turn to roll your eyes.

You were hoping at the bottom of your heart to Joe to say something, because it wasn’t really often you talked to the guys about that kind of thing and, after all, as much as you loved Josh and Byron, the only person you wanted to hear was Joe, nevertheless Joseph Sugg was proportionally silent.

You even tried to say how good the food was to make Joe start talking, yet, even when the conversation progressed naturally to other subjects, Joe remained quiet. Maybe he had a bad day before you arrived at his house, otherwise it didn’t seem that he was upset before Josh appeared. He was upset with Josh? No, Joe wasn’t that type of human, you couldn’t remember a single time he did something like that. Maybe it was something about work. Well, if Joe wasn’t the kind of guy who would be quiet if someone bothered him (and only a few things could affect Joe negatively), you weren’t the type of girl who would insist to someone to do or say something just because you were bothered.

“Okay, guys, time to go to the club.” You announced enthusiastically once you all finished dinner and were watching TV for a bit.

“Someone is excited.” Joe smiled as he saw your own smile.

“It’s my birthday!” You celebrated. “Even if we swam the Thames, I would be happy!”

“Good you didn’t decide to do that, right, love?” He passed an arm through your shoulders and you felt your heart getting warm.

“Yeah, of course.” You agreed.

“Let’s go them.” Josh got up.

“Josh is excited as well apparently.” You commented, also getting up. “Just let me put my shoes, okay?”

“Oh gods, we will be here forever.” the ginger complained.

“Shut up, Joshua.” You ordered as passed through him.

Your apartment wasn’t exactly near to Joe’s, he was at London’s hotspot and you couldn’t afford that yet, so since you knew you all would get drunk that night, you asked to stay at one of the buttercream boys’ house, they lived closer to the club and you wouldn’t need to get back alone afterwards. Therefore, you had a backpack with a lot of clothes, accessories and makeup upstairs.

You went put your shoes and laughed when your friends started shouting at the living room saying to you hurry up.

“C’mon, Y/N!” Josh screamed. “We need to get there while is still your birthday!”

“Don’t be an ass, Pieters!” You snapped back and finished to put your heels, almost running to meet them.

“Hot!” Byron approved and you blew him a kiss, he pretended to faint and you laughed.

“Idiot.” You said.

Josh walked towards the front door, Byron started walking out the apartment as well and you were about to follow them when Joe caught your arm.

“Y/N.” He called, you frowned as looked at him.

Josh was about to shout again outside, however Byron nodded negatively to his friend, making the tall guy go quiet instantly. Byron closed the door and it was only you and Joe at the apartment, too busy staring each other to notice your friends.

“Joe…?” You were confused with his attitude.

Joe seemed to be struggling with the words, but then he opened a forced smile. “Time for your present.” he announced while taking a little velvet box out of his pocket.

You couldn’t avoid the wishes and thoughts that ran wild in your mind. You desired that his movement, one day, would mean more than a birthday present, that the box out of his pocket would be smaller and would come with a question too. But this was you being silly.

“Joe! I said no presents!” You contested with a roll of eyes and a contradictory smile on your face. “Also, I know that you hate buying gifts for people.”

“It isn’t anything to worry about, Y/N.” He stated.

“I remember how you almost lost your mind at Christmas time.” You mentioned, taking the box out of his hand.

“Actually, it was quite easy to buy you this.” He told.

You opened it and the package revealed a small delicate pendant of a flower, held by a silver chain. You weren’t a necklace girl, however as soon as you looked at Joe’s present, you knew you would be one for now on.

“Oh my God, I love it!” You exclaimed.

Joe laughed with your joy. “Good. Could you imagine if I said it was easy to buy you this and you didn’t like it?”

“I love it!” You told him again and hugged him. “Thank you, Joe! Seriously! I can’t even be mad at you for not listening to my birthday rules.” He laughed again and hugged you back.

“I’m glad you like it, Y/N.” He said while his face was pressed against your hair.

“How could I not like it?” You asked and you stepped back, being so close to Joe for that long was no good to your heart. “It is perfect, Joe. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

You two started to stare each other again, it was really easy to lose yourself in those blue eyes… Every time you noticed how blue they were, you felt like it was sort of impossible that they existed.

Joe cleared his throat. Of course, Joe could have the most beautiful eyes in the whole planet, but you were only a regular girl who was kind of falling for a friend, what was known as the most stupid thing ever.

You blinked twice, putting your feet back on Earth.

“Could you put it for me?” You asked, determined to ignore the awkwardness around you and him.

“Yeah, of course.”

Joe walked around you and you handed him the necklace, his fingertips rubbing your neck like feathers and you could swear he was lingering the movements, but it could be you losing your mind for good as well.

“Thank you.” You said softly.

“No problem.”

And when the silence fell this time, you couldn’t bear it. What the hell was happening that day?

“I think we should go, otherwise Josh might have a heart attack at your doorstep.”

“Let’s go then.” Joe agreed.

You were laughing without a reason, you were just so happy because you were surrounded by friends and it was your birthday, so you were dancing like you should dance at your birthday, so you were partying like you should party at your birthday, after all, birthdays were meant to be your special day of the year. You loved birthdays.

You didn’t really celebrate your birthday in clubs before you went to London, but now that you were officially a London gal, it was only expected to go to cool places and get drunk. At least, this was the idea that people were getting nowadays (it was pretty accurate that night).

You were at the dance floor when the “Happy birthday to you” song came along. Suddenly Joe appeared with a huge sparkling cake and, with him, all the friends you invited to the club were there and not only your girlfriends from uni that were dancing with you.

“Oh my God, guys!” You laughed again.

Although some people were shy about the birthday fuzz, you were all in. As they sang, you made silly faces and danced to the silly music, ignoring the crazy electronic song that was kind of disturbing your celebration. If the world wouldn’t stop for your birthday, it was the world’s loss.

And you didn’t see from where the confetti fell, but at the end of the “Happy Birthday”, there were confetti and smiles all around.

“Make a wish, Y/N!” Y/F/N shouted.

You were still laughing from joy when you faced the cake to make your wish. Alright, it isn’t right saying you faced the cake, because you could see the sparkles of the candles on the cake, but you were far away from actually staring at the food. Some blue eyes captured you and locked your attention, the cake didn’t even have a single chance.

You knew it was happening only on your mind, still, you saw all the colorful lights become darker and all the people around you disappear, the music and the screams went mute, the sparkle candles ended and only the fire simple ones were left, only one person stood in front of you.

Your heart was racing, you blinked twice to be sure that his eyes were looking at you with the same intensity as you were looking at him. It hit you so hard that the laugh vanished, you were entirely consumed by that moment. Joe smirked and you knew that he was smiling only for you, nothing else mattered.

“Make a wish, Y/N.” He said without shouting, he didn’t need to, he knew you would listen.

In order of that, you leaned in, without turning your look away, being completely aware that his attention was all yours, you didn’t even dare to blink. You blew the candles, slowly, and the only thing that was burning then was the desire in your eyes. It wasn’t only some desire for the flesh, it was for the soul.

And everything went back to track, you could hear your friends celebrating your wish as you received a huge group hug. Even if not from Joe, you certainly felt loved.

A few hours later, you were at Joe’s again. Byron had a gig the day after so he was actually one of the first people to left the club.

You were taking your heel out so you wouldn’t be as loud as a freaking tractor at the silent apartment when you heard Joe’s voice in the living room:

“Oh no.” Joe moaned.

“What?” You asked while entered the place, finding your friend staring the couch.

“We forgot to prepare your bed.” He explained.

You gave him a little smile.

“That’s fine, Joe. You know I don’t mind if your couch has sheets or no, I will find it as comfortable as I always have.”

Besides the little blowing candles moments, your relationship with Joe was as normal as it ever has been. Maybe it sucked a little.

“But it’s your birthday, you can’t sleep on a simple couch.” Joe argued.

“Joe, relax.”

“No.” He said determinedly. “I will sleep on the couch, you can sleep in my bed.”

You suspected he was a bit drunk still. “Joe, for fuck’s sake, it’s fine, babe.” As soon as you said “babe”, Joe looked at you anxiously. Although you called everyone “babe”, “sweetie” and things like that, you never called Joe those names, at your core, you knew they would mean more than they should.

The stare last only one or two seconds and then everything was fine again. You were starting to get easily confused with those strange moments.

“Okay then, I won’t sleep on the couch.” The man hesitated. “You won’t either.”

“What?”

“Yeah, it doesn’t make sense, I have a perfectly good bed upstairs.”

“Joe…” You started saying, without knowing how to say no. It would tear your heart up, you knew it would.

“C’mon, Y/N, you know that we are both too tired to make you a bed on this couch and I’m not letting you sleep where Josh ass was sooner today.”

You laughed out loud, only remembering about Byron after you stopped laughing.

“Fine, you won.” You gave up.

You and Joe went upstairs talking about the party, remembering how drunk your friends were.

“You can use the bathroom here, I will go downstairs.” Joe offered and you opened your mouth to argue, however, Joe gave you a glance that made you smile softly and say thank you.

Joe took all he needed from his bathroom and went away to make you comfortable. His bathroom smelled like shaved cream, kind of mint and reminding you this wasn’t your bathroom.

You took off your makeup and showered, glad for the hot water and Joe’s amazing shower. Your muscles relaxed and you realized you need that bath. You sighed when it was time to get off.

You started to dry yourself with the towel, taking your time because it was kind of your birthday still so you could have that privilege. You could hear Joe’s moves around the bedroom since half of your bath and there was still video sounds, so you guessed he was catching up the videos of that day, but you glimpsed Joe’s eyes watching you through the mirror, you didn’t notice you didn’t close the door properly.

You knew he couldn’t see that much from that gap, although it wasn’t because of this you weren’t ashamed. Maybe it was a bit of alcohol left in your veins or you were just too tired to pretend you weren’t in love for the guy in the next room, either way, you pretended you didn’t realise his eyes and continued to do your things, satisfied that you chose a nice underwear for that night but nothing more than satisfied, you didn’t expect anything from Joe.

You kept pretending it was completely normal between you two while you got out of the bathroom, asking for the hairdryer. Joe needed to clean his throat before answering and, internally, you smiled. You thanked him and went dry your hair as you meant to.

When you returned to the bedroom, the lights were off, Joe was still watching some videos. You connected your phone to the charger, using the power plug aside the bed. You opened your WhatsApp and laughed at Josh’s message.

“Josh just told me that he was meant to carry the cake but you all thought I might not be able to reach the candle if Josh were the one to do it.”

“For a moment, Mikey carried the cake and I swear he would drop it.” Joe told, pausing the video and putting the phone aside.

“Poor Mikey.” You leaned in the bed and put the covers over you, face to face to Joe, suddenly regretting your previous brave femme fatale moment.

“Y/F/N wanted to carry the cake as well, but she gave up because she was afraid she wasn’t strong enough to lift it.” You laughed, of course Y/F/N would do something like this.

“So you had to do the hard work, huh?” You teased him, but Joe wasn’t in a playful mood because he looked deep at your eyes and said as he was making a vow to the queen:

“I wouldn’t say it was a work at all.”

This time when none of you said anything, you two kept staring each other, seeing who would be the first to turn away. After some time, it became pretty clear you and Joe weren’t giving up.

The day was too strange and you held your feelings back for so long that it was quite impossible to continue with that, so this would be it.

“Joe?” You called as loud as a whisper, not confident at all.

“Yeah?”

“It is late, it is not my birthday anymore.”

He smiled. “I know.”

“Do you believe in birthday wishes?” You asked, knowing his answer.

“No.”

“You think the universe will be offended since you don’t believe in birthday wishes and told me to do one while you were the one who held my cake?”

“I don’t think so, Y/N.”

You nodded your head. “Good.” You needed a couple of deep breaths to continue the chat. “And do you think the universe would mind if I tell you what my birthday wish was? You don’t believe in it, it would be the same as telling a wall. A wall doesn’t believe in birthday wishes.”

“Thanks for calling me a wall, love.” Joe gave a sweet laugh and you watched his eyes get smaller thanks to the cheeks that got up in his face, you loved Joe’s laugh. Joe was a funny guy, he would always make everyone around him laugh, therefore when you were the one to make him laugh, it was a particular happiness you had. “No, I don’t think the universe would care.”

“You know that, if the universe does care, the blame is on you right? If my birthday wish doesn’t turn into reality, it will be all your fault.”

“Just tell me, Y/N.” Joe said gently, seeing that you were nervous.

“I wished for someone to like me back.” You finally confessed.

“Oh.” Joe wasn’t really excited about your words. “I’m pretty sure the Tinder guy likes you back, otherwise he is just an asshole.”

You giggled.

“Thanks, Joe.” You took another last breath, promising yourself it would be the last one, no turning back from now on. “Actually…”

“Yes?”

“I asked for him to love me back.”

“You won’t need the universe’s help to make someone love you, Y/N.” He snorted. “It is really hard not to love you.”

You nodded your head, thinking of his words.

“Good.”

And everything just made sense. All the looks, the awkwardness and sentences with secret messages. Right there, in his bed, your faces illuminated only by London’s night, starring, waiting, wishing.

Joe stared at you and you could see the sadness on his face, so he was the one who looked away.

“Good.” You said again, smiling afterward. You weren’t afraid anymore. “Joe?”

“Yes, Y/N?” He looked into your eyes again.

You stood your arm outside the blankets and touched Joe’s cheek, he closed his eyes with your gesture.

“I asked the universe to make you love me back.”

His eyes opened again and the beautiful blue became crystal clear in that slight heartbeat. You simply knew that the stars had aligned and, if Joe believed in that type of thing, his birthday wish would be you as well.

[oh-ishouldnt]

Drunk secrets

Drunk secrets | Jack Maynard | imagine Word count: 2636 A/N: So, am I the only one who gets really guilty if I read an imagine with one of my friend’s celeb crush? I promised you an imagine months ago, @notamodelgirl… Here’s to that time you got really drunk at that random party we went. Love you!

“So, remind me again why are you going to this party for single people on Valentine’s Day when you actually have a boyfriend?” Y/F/N asked.

You and she were heading to a house party in Joe’s apartment. You told her you were getting in her house in twenty minutes knowing you would only get there in thirty and she still managed to be five minutes late. “You don’t get this good just waking up, Y/N” she reasoned when you complained about she being late, and then she completed: “Well, maybe you do look gorgeous in the morning, but you are a special case, sweetie.” what made you roll your eyes.

“He isn’t my boyfriend.” You argued.

“Well, the person who you kiss pretty frequently and is the only person you kiss is called your boyfriend, yes, Y/N.”

“Then, I guess we can say he isn’t my boyfriend anymore.”

Y/F/N’s jaw dropped. “Shut up.” She told you and you gave a weak laugh.

“You heard it!”

“Don’t mess with me, Y/N.” She ordered. “I’ll be really pissed off if you are joking so you can test my reaction.”

“Why would I want to see your reaction?!” You asked.

Y/F/N frowned. “You do know that I hated you being in a relationship, also, I am naturally pissed because you didn’t even introduce him to me.”

“Okay, that’s true.” You agreed.

“See?” She raised her eyebrows to assure you got she was right, urgh, Y/F/N could get so annoying sometimes.

“Don’t tell anyone, please.” You asked.

“Why are you telling me this? Just because I told some people you were dating someone?” She innocently said, you looked at her by the corner of your eyes, as you were driving. “Don’t give me the bullshit look!” She protested. “I only said to the right people, though.” She continues.

“You told everyone!” You exclaimed.

“Y/N, honey, I’ve only told the people who would tell Jack, ok?” Y/F/N finally said. “He deserved to know that you weren’t waiting for that idiot to make a move.”

“Y/F/N!”

“What? Everyone knew he was interested and, let’s be honest, you were way more than interested.”

“You know how I am.” You sighed.

“Yes, and that’s why I told the guys about it.”

“And the girls!”

“Yeah, well, but they are our friends, they deserve to know.”

“So everyone deserved to know about my love life?”

“Yeah, basically.” She agreed than laughed. “No, Jack needed to know for different reasons, you know. No one has the right of letting you as a second choice, baby.”

“Thank you.”

“See? You are more than welcome, dear.” She smiled and, someday, you would understand how the hell Y/F/N twisted things so she would always come out as the right one on an argument.

You sighed once more before changing the subject. “What about you and Jo-”

“I am over it.” She interrupted you.

“So why are you all dressed up for tonight?” You asked, couldn’t let her and her light pink fancy dress get unnoticed.

Y/F/N hesitated before answering and you knew you got her. “Ok, first of all, I am always dressed up, and, second, what are you even saying miss ‘I hate wearing heels but, oh, I’m going to wear just a pair now that I’m single again and going to see Jack.”

“We got to make an effort, you know?” You decided to give her this point, she was right after all. “We won’t get the boy if we trust only our natural beauty.”

“Thank you.” She said politely, happy she won the argument again. “But you really are beautiful, Y/N. And if Jack can’t see your true beauty and how you are much more than that… I always say boys don’t deserve you.” She paused again. “And, just for the record, I am over him.” She insisted.

“You know what you are saying, baby.”

Y/F/N definitely didn’t know what she was saying. She got really crazy and jealousy when she walked through the front door of Joe’s party and saw him talking with another girl.

“You know what? I will follow what I said to you and everything will be ok.” She affirmed, just to go get her more drinks than she should have and go around talking to literally everyone in that party except the host. “I always loved to be single!” She exclaimed to you at one point when you walked across each other.

One hour passed by and Jack still wasn’t at the party, making you feel quite anxious while you were chatting with Oli. He did have a girlfriend, but she was out of the town, so he joined the rest of the world who was between miserable and not that miserable in Valentine’s Day.

“But, hey, everything will be fine.” Oli alleged to you.

“It kinda sucked, but, I mean, I am not really upset about it anymore, you know?” You told him back and he opened a smile.

“Yes, that’s what I am talking about!” He cheered as he raised his glass and you did the same with yours. You two took a sip before he announced: “Hey, look, Jack is here now!” Oli said looking at Jack’s reflection in the window.

You looked at the door and your heart started filling itself with joy, but then you saw he had a girl beside him and you felt like some trash can. Damn it. Of course Jack Maynard wouldn’t be alone at Valentine’s Day.

Oli waved to Jack and he started walking towards you.

“You know what, Oli?” You sighed. “Maybe I am upset.” You said before turning around and walking away before having to face Jack and his new girl, you weren’t ready for that yet, so you went join Y/N/F, help her finish all the drinks she was doing.

“Jack!” You exclaimed, jumping at the back of the boy and being half aware you were way too drunk and your tongue was a little twisted, but the other half was swearing by its own life you were totally fine and sober.

“Oh, hi, Y/N/N!” He opened a big smile. “A bit drunk already, huh?” he asked while holding your legs so you wouldn’t fall on the floor.

“No, I’m f-ine.” You declared, having a hiccup.

Jack laughed. “Yeah, I can see that.”

You shook your legs so Jack let them go and you put yourself on the ground again.

“I really a-am fine!” You tried again, having another hiccup, what made Jack laugh again. “Stupid hi-hiccups!” You grimaced.

“C’mon, let’s get you a glass of water to make those go away, ok?” He offered you his hand and you took it, then he started pulling you to the kitchen.

“Water? But I don’t want wa-ater!” You complained. “Y/N is doing really tasty drinks,” hiccup “maybe I should get one of these!” You suggested.

“Tasty drinks, huh?” Jack wasn’t really concentrated in listening to you because the room was too crowded.

“Yep! She is getting gre-eat at doing drinks and stuff! You should try-y one!” You told him, proud of your friend.

“Yeah, I am sure she is making progress. Especially because I can imagine how many boys she can get by saying that.” You laughed at his words, mainly because it was true. “I mean, I know how many girls I could get if I was good at making drinks…” Your smile disappeared. “But the only girl I am trying to get tonight is you, right?” Jack said and you smiled again, your hiccups were starting to hurt.

You two finally get into the kitchen and Jack quickly appeared with a glass of water as he promised. Your drunk brain was hesitating in making Jack the question you wanted to make, but the little percentage of your sober soul knew you would get in trouble if you didn’t get a certain answer. Of course, your drunk-self won the fight.

“So… Jack?” You called and he stopped looking at his cellphone to face you.

“Yes?” He said and you gave him your empty glass, he took it and put it down the sink.

“Who was that girl you came with? Another Tinder date?” You finally questioned, holding your heart with both hands and begging to Jack not break it.

“Oh no, she is just Conor’s friend that lives close to me. We shared an Uber.” He explained and you expired heavily and loudly, what made him give you a strange look. “Why the relief?” He asked and, in your drunk state, you thought he has a sparkle of hope in his voice, what didn’t even make sense.

“I am not relieved.” You answered right away, shit, you were always so transparent! Keep things quiet, Y/N! “That wouldn’t make sense, would it?”

Jack seemed disappointed, another thing your drunk brain didn’t understand. “No, it wouldn’t.”

“Y/N!” Y/F/N appeared all the sudden.

“Y/F/N!” You shouted back.

“Do another shot!” She handed you a shot glass with some transparent liquid.

“No!” Jack objected, but it was too late. “Oh no, Y/N.” he lamented.

You laughed at his despair.

“Oops!” Y/F/N was laughing as well.

You suddenly had the brightest idea ever: “C’mon, let’s dance!” You called Jack as you tried to ran to Joe’s outside area, easily getting through people in you alcoholic euphoria.

“Y/N/N, no one is dancing,” Jack said, trying to follow you as close as he could.

“Who cares?!” You asked, something that you would regret later on because you definitely wouldn’t be dancing if you were sober. You rushed through the crowd, was this party so full last year? You didn’t remember clearly. Jack lost you in his sight for a moment.

Outside was really cold, what meant that you were alone in there, and, somehow, the cold made the alcohol effect go away a little, making you more aware of your surrounds, exactly what you didn’t need because now you could feel Jack’s fingers in your skin as he grabbed your waist.

“Wow, wait a second, Y/N.” He requested and you shivered from his touch. You wouldn’t be able to form a single clear thought even if you were sober, you were tipsy with the drinks you took and Jack’s hands weren’t making you think any clearer.

“Hum…” was the only sound you could get out of your mouth.

The blonde one cleared his throat and stepped back, was Jack Maynard blushing? It was probably the cold. Yeah, the cold.

You wanted to say “What are you doing, Maynard? We are dancing, get closer again.” But instead of this, you blushed as well. You were sure that it wasn’t because of the cold, though. “So… Dancing?”

“As much as I love you, Y/N, you got two left feet when you are sober, now that you are drunk…” Jack shrugged.

You laughed softly at his joke. “I am not drunk!” You protested again, but you tripped over your own feet, what made your company laugh out loud.

“Hey, easy, girl.” Jack put his hands around your waist again to help you and your heart broke out. “Are you okay?” He questioned.

“Yeah, fine.” You responded, being a bit out of breath for him being so close.

“Great.” He smiled his beautiful smile and, seizing the opportunity of his hands on your body, he started to sway slowly, pretending he was dancing when the music inside the apartment was quite different than the beat you two were going for.

A couple of minutes passed and both of you remained in silence, you started feeling the extra shot making you go even tipsier.  Jack decided it was time to say something:

“Why are you here in this single people party? Where is your boyfriend?” Jack questioned, keeping in his back of his mind he was slow dancing with a taken girl.

“I don’t know.” it was your turn to shrug. “I don’t have a boyfriend anymore.” You gave a smile and rested your head on Jack’s chest, it seemed a warm place to put your cheek in, so you did it. “Y/F/N asked the same thing, maybe she is a lost Maynard sibling and you two have some kind of connection… Could you imagine it? You being Y/F/N’s brother?” You laughed alone with the thought, finding the situation funnier than it was.

“Wait…” Jack stepped back to look at you. “You don’t have a boyfriend anymore?”

You nodded your head with a little smile. “Nop.”

Jack looked in your eyes: “Are you serious, Y/N?” he knew your last shot was doing its job, it was about time.

You laughed softly again. “Yeah, Maynard. Why are you doubting me? Y/F/N also doubt me, maybe she really is your sis after all.” You frowned. “It would be strange if she really was your sister though.”

Jack had a big smile on his face now and he pulled you again to his body, going back to your slow dance. “Why? Just because she doesn’t look like the Maynards? We can say she is adopted.” He suggested, in such a good mood that he was just going along with your drunk talk.

“No, because if you and me dated, she would be my sister in law.” You revealed, making Jack stop dancing again, although this time he wouldn’t dare to face you.

“What?” He asked, you could feel his heart racing.

“I’ve got a little secret, Jack.” You pulled yourself away from him a little, just enough to see Jack’s face, he had such a gorgeous face. “I am desperately in love with you.” You told him, making his beautiful blue eyes widen.

“Wh-what?” He asked again and you laughed.

“Don’t tell anyone!” You told him, putting your face in his chest again. “I’ve always been, Jack. And it killed me every single day, even when I tried to put you out of my mind and my heart. It sucks. Loving you sucks, because you will never be mine.”

“Don’t mess with me, Y/N.” He asked. “It isn’t funny.”

“You can ask Y/F/N if you want.” You argued sighing. “But she is really suffering about Joe right now, so you should wait until tomorrow… Actually, you can ask Joe as well, he knows about it. Everyone except you knows about it, you are quite stupid, you know?”

Jack laughed, he couldn’t believe that whole thing was real. “Yeah, maybe I am.” He agreed and hugged you. “C’mon, Y/N/N.” He pulled you by the hand towards the door and through the crowd.

“Where are we going?” You asked shouting because the music was loud inside. “I need to drive Y/F/N back home.”

“Joe won’t mind having her stay the night.” He revealed. “I will call an Uber, you are heading home with me.”

“What about my car?” You asked.

“You can pick it tomorrow, right now, we need to make you less drunk.” He announced by the front door, his hand was still holding yours even if it wasn’t necessary anymore.

“Why?”

“Because I will say that I love you as well and I need you to be sober to do so.” He looked at you and winked. “I think we both will want to remember that.”

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I’ve got a pig! I’ve got a pig! *talking to the pig* Are you alright? Joe in the animal hour of the #24HourJoe

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Well, Joe… We need to talk

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Joe in You make me happy

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

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These songs were once about my life. They are now about yours. Magic. Madness. Heaven. Sin. The 1989 record is all about a crazy, intense, in and out relationship, and maybe for Taylor Swift it didn’t have a happy ending, but this kind of love, filled with passion, is just what a give-me-more kind of imagine need and, lucky us, in those stories we can do whatever we want. So… Ready to take this track and put your name on it, gorgeous?

The 1989 series: We were build to fall apart then fall back together. 01. we never go out of style | jack 02. all you had to do was stay | joe 03. i wish you would come back | josh 04. just in your wildest dreams | caspar 05. this love is alive | mikey 06. we found wonderland | conor 07. you are in love | oli

Note: These imagines are a little more mature and not always will portrait the boys as we do on “normal” imagines since 1989 shows not only the good sides of a breakup-makeup relationship but shows the downsides as well. Most of them mentions sex, but not necessarily in an explicit way, there are no smuts in this series (sorry?). Hope y’all like it, babes.

Check more Buttercream Gang imagines here

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What do you want? - part 01

What do you want? - part 1/2 | Oli White | imagine Word count: 2830 A/N: Hey guys! How are you? First of all, I’ve been writing this story since last year and then I changed it to fit the Buttercream Squad universe. It’s kind of based on “Honest” by Shawn Mendes (especially the chorus) and turns out it was so long that I decided to divide it in two parts. I hope you like it! See you! You can find my other Buttercream Squad stuff in here | Requests are open

I hate to hurt you, but I got to be honest: I can’t give you what you need, you deserve more than I can promise. 

You couldn’t stop staring at Oli’s hand holding yours. You have never been this close to someone. Holding hands is an act of pure romance and you had your time being that kind of girl. Not anymore.

When you passed that age of believing in fairytales, you were aware you weren’t ready to be on a relationship. This kind of thing is for who wants companions for life and you didn’t know what you were going to have for dinner on a daily basis, how that was the age for choosing someone to spend your life with? No, dating was a thing you would do only when you completed 25.

Oli’s body heat could be sense in your skin. All the right part of your own was in touch to him and you were almost burning, even though it was a cozy feeling and you couldn’t be more confortable. Maybe it was just the alcohol that ran through your throat early and made you see things by a soft blur, but you kinda liked it.

You could see a red sign in front of your eyes: dangerous.

You place your notebook down so you can go get a glass of water after more than two hours of searching for places to go during vacation, after all, the Easter holiday is in 3 weeks and you still don’t have a destiny.

When you moved to London, you were totally lost. The key to being not so disastrous in your transference was the fact that one of your best friends was Mr. Oli White. You met him at school when you were about 10 and he introduced you to the rest of the boys by the time you got in London for real. Now, of course you have friends in college, but you still like to hang out with them once in a while.

You are at Joe’s because later you two will be hitting some nightblub he picked and the rest of the Buttercream would be in there too, taking you to a huge “boys night out”, something that you are always a little bit nervous because you feel that are in disadvantage. Also there’s no one to say “hey, don’t you think that boy is cute?”, although Caspar would probably get Maddie to come around too and it is kind of a relief.

Ok, for telling the truth, even if the boys are a little difficult to be around when they are all drunk and talking about girls, the real reason you are struggling with is that the last week was Oli’s book launch party. That would be no big deal for you. I mean, you are really happy for him and his new Next Generation book, but you don’t know where you two are right now.

Fine, you did kiss him once or twice. And you can’t escape admitting that those were some pretty damn good kisses, however they weren’t for real. They were always when you were way too drunk or about to get drunk in drinking games. Ok, Oli had a crush on you when you were little, but, as you grew up, he forgot it, something that you really regret, because you always wanted so much to reply that feeling.

You simply know that Oli would never let you down. He is smart, ambitious, funny and, not at first when you were kids, but he is really good looking. Besides that, after so much time together and being friends, you two had been through so much that nothing could shake your relationship anymore. Or could it?

The night of his launch book just flipped the things all around. After the whole “you got this, Oli White” kind of thing that you say on a realease party, you and the “young people” decided to head to a pub, something that you found out later that you shouldn’t be doing, because you and Oli got more drinks than you actually could and, when you realised it, you were holding hands and laughing at each other without reasons.

It scared the hell out of you.

And you were even more scared when, for the rest of the week, you couldn’t take those moments out of your head.

Oli White is your friend for so long and you are so scare of losing him that you can’t take any risks. You two shouldn’t see each other as a possibility of lovers, even if he does it as much as you. It wasn’t just you holding his hand, he was holding yours as well. You and him were all over each other, hugging more than normal, being closer than you should… You can feel the warmth of his skin in yours until today.

And now you have a strange bubbly feeling that your heart will explode. Oli and Y/N? That’s something that everyone already thought, on the other hand no one considered that it could actually happen.

“Y/N. Y/N!” Joe calls, bringing you back to Earth. “We are leaving in one hour and I know how long you can take to get ready, so don’t you want to go get change?”

“Oh, yeah.” You nod your head, putting your glass of water aside.

You are ready for the Oli Problem. Yeah, you got this, Y/N. Your motivation to crashing at Joe’s tonight was not having a “let’s go to my apartment” possibility. You know how you can be when you are drunk and how needy you will come in a few hours. You aren’t seeking for a boyfriend, but when Oli White is around, everybody wants a boyfriend… Except you… Tonight.

As you put your makeup after doing your hair and putting your clothes, all you can think about is how Oli don’t like when you put much makeup on. You are set apart with the dilemma of putting less makeup because he likes it or putting even more because he doesn’t. You choose to put more.

All your efforts of not being all about Oli are taken for granted as soon as you enter the bar and place your eyes in him. He looks at you too, giving a smile. You cross your arm with Joe’s because you are really nervous and Oli gets confused by what he thinks it’s a demonstration of affection.

“Relax.” Joe says, walking towards his friends.

“I don’t know if I can.” you admit.

“If you want to kiss him, he will want to kiss you. If you don’t do anything, he will pretend nothing happened too. You two are like this, Y/N. Just relax.”

You know Joe is right, after all you were the one who told him all that and that is what you asked him to tell you when you would be freaking out like right now. Oh man, you are good in knowing yourself.

“Yeah.” you agree, despite your heart’s race, and you nod your head more than you need.

“For God’s sake, woman.” Joe uses his joke voice on you. “Put your shit together, will you?” he commands, making a silly face at the ending.

You laugh and roll your eyes. “I will be alright, Joe.” you assure.

“Nice.” he smiles. “Now let’s get you some drinks.”

And then again, you shouldn’t be getting alcohol.

“It’s all your fault, Joseph.” You complain, looking at the cup in your hand. You were done with the vodka’s drink and there is whisky on the cup or you are having the vodka one still and didn’t get the whisky yet?

You are at the bar, where you been all night long. You are almost best friends to the bartender from all those drinks you got since you got there. Fuck, you are poor now that you spent all your money buying overpriced drinks.

“Don’t blame this one on me, Y/N.” He says, sitting in your side. Joe would go talk to the boys or chat with some random girl while you were at your misery, but he always came back to check if you’re ok. He tooks the cup in your hand. “Are you drinking beer now? I thought you didn’t like beer.” Uh oh, that is beer! That’s why the cup is so large! Joe laughs and you realize that you said your thoughts out loud.

“I want to kiss Oli!” You admit, sounding like a spoiled kid.

“So kiss him.” Joe raises his shoulders as if kissing Oli is something that easy.

“I can’t!” you rebut.

“You kissed him last week, you can…”

“No, I didn’t.”

“What?” Joe asks, confused.

“I didn’t kiss Oli last week.”

“But…”

“Yeah, I know, we were playing as if we kissed.”

“So why are you this freak out?”

“Because now I want to kiss him!”

“So kiss him!”

“Joe, are you trying to monopolize Y/N?” Oli asks, suddenly appearing by your side and putting his hand on your back, making you shiver. You shut your mouth. You are so screwed if only by touching you, he can set you on fire.

“Of course not, Oli.” Joe answers, giving you a special look. “You can take her now, I’m going to discover what the hell Josh is doing in that corner.” He informs while getting up and walking away.

Oli sits in Joe’s place. “Ok, what was that?”

“What?” You ask, spinning in the bench and looking to the different colors of the bottles on the other side of the bar.

“That look.”

“What look?”

“C’mon, Y/N, you know what I am talking about.”

“No, I don’t.” You lie.

“Yes, you do. I’m talking about the look he gave you just before leaving.”

You shrug. “I didn’t notice.” You force a smile to Oli. “What are you going to order, Oliver?” You ask looking at the options on the board behind the bar. “I’m thinking about ordering a Sea Breeze. I had a Moscow Mule before, I strongly recommend that if you wanna get high.” you giggle.

“I’m taking only a beer, but I think you should stop drinking, Y/N.”

You look at him, upset. “Why? Just because I want to kiss you?”

Oli laughs. “And this is how I know you are way too drunk.”

He can’t see the despair in your eyes, the honesty behind these words. You decide to continue talking like it was meant to be a joke and not something that slept out of your lips. “You know you want to, Oli.”

“That’s what you are saying, Y/N.”

“And I’m right about it.” you tell, pretending to be certain about it.

“Maybe.” your heart races

“So, what are you guys talking about?” Caspar asks.

“About how much Oli wants to kiss me.” You tell immediately.

Oli laughs. “Oh God, Y/N.”

“Well, I give all my support to you two.” Caspar comments.

“No, Caspar!” You disagree, you don’t need his aprovement. The last thing you want is people talking you into it.

Joe comes and puts his arm around Caspar’s shoulder. “So, Caspar, you are being required on the table over there. Not here, there.”

“What?” Caspar gets confused and Oli laughs, not having a clue about what the heck is going on. You feel like throwing up.

“You might want to leave Oli and Y/N alo-”

“No, he doesn’t.” You interrupt Joe. Shut up, Joe! You don’t need to be all by yourself with Oli! You don’t trust yourself being with Oli!

“Y/N…” Joe starts.

Your stomach seems to be on a rollercoaster.

“Guys, what is happening?” Oli asks.

“Nothing is happening.” Joe says immediately.

“I’m pretty sure you and Y/N aren’t fine at all, Joe.” Oli argues and you really feel like you are going to pass out.

“Ok, guys, we can leave this for after, right now I gotta go” You inform as walking away from that mess. You can’t handle this now.

Your hands hold your hair tight, as if this is going to put your head in the right place. Fuck. Fuck! FUCK! Why you need to get drunk every fucking weekend, Y/N? Why? Now you are freaking out for what? For nothing! You know you are ok, everything between you and Oli is ok tonight, everything will be ok if you just stop freaking out about it.

But you just can’t ignore it, can you? There’s an insane wish of kissing him right now, putting your lips on his and tasting him, just to be sure it’s as good as you remember. It’s been a long time since you kissed Oli White and you were drunk the last time, is it all that? Is it so good as it’s in your mind? Is it all those silent promises he didn’t said last week? You need to find out.

You look at yourself on the mirror of the bathroom. What are you going to do, Y/N? The alcohol in your blood is pumping not only towards your heart, but it’s pumping you to Oli’s direction. Your mind know it’s a trap. The whole week your mind was being consumed by the feelings and the possibilities… What if you did kissed him last weekend? What would you be doing right now? Would you be crying because you ruined your most important friendship? Or you would be just fine?

“Y/N?” Joe calls you from the outside.

“Yeah?”

“Are you ok?” he asks.

“No?” you said back, opening the door to look at him, finding out that Caspar is there too.

“Oh.” Joe grimaces and you push both to the bathroom. “Oh my God, love. You’re really drunk. I’m not Oli. Don’t fuck me on the toilet, please.”

You roll your eyes. “What should I do?”

“Wait, what’s going on, guys?” Asks Caspar. “What is happening between Oli and Y/N?”

“You didn’t told him?” You ask Joe.

“No…? I thought it was a secret.” Joe says and you roll your eyes again. Definitely you and Oli aren’t a secret.

You tell Caspar all your dilemmas, all the ups and downs you had during the week. “So, again, what should I do?”

“I don’t know…?” Joe answers.

“Joe!” You exclaim, Joe is horrible with this kind of thing, he never exaggerates when he says he is terrible with feelings.

Caspar takes over the situation. “Look, you want to kiss Oli, right?” You nod. “So kiss him!”

“No!”

Caspar sigh, the toilet is too small for all three of you. “Y/N…”

“It will make things harder…” You explain, sighing as response.

“No, it won’t. At least you won’t let things be like this.” He points out. You sigh again.

“Look,” Joe starts, impatient. “I’m calling Oli, so you can work this out. I can’t solve this… I’m shit at this. Caspar has a girlfriend so he will tell you to do anything that works with his relationship and, oh my fucking word, he and Maddie definitely aren’t messed up like you and Oli”

“Joe!” You complain.

“It’s true, love.” He smiles. “Be at the bar in 10.” It’s what he says before opening the door and walking away. You look at Caspar, feeling your stomach twist again.

“Y/N?” Oli calls.

You turn to him. “Yes?”

You are exactly where you were before, when were talking to him. The bench on the bar had your name written on it now probably.

“Why Joe keeps telling me that  we need to talk?”

You giggle. “I don’t know… Ok, maybe I do.”

“Well, here I am now.” he laughs a little and sit next to you. He opens his friendly cute smile. You’re going to hell for being this charming, Oli White! “Talk to me. I missed you this week. We are always seeing each other but it’s been awhile since it’s not only the two of us, don’t you think?”

You almost faint after he saying that. He gives you that cute little smile, a friendly smile, the exact type of smile that remembers you of how much you love him and how much you think he’s nice.

“Yes, I guess.”

“Last week I didn’t say thank you properly. You are one of my best friends, Y/N. Honestly, you’ve been in my life supporting me since I can remember and I can’t thank you enough for that.”

That was it. Oliver White couldn’t act that nice with you, he was the freaking man of your dreams: cool, handsome, kind, inteligent… “Oh, fuck this, I’m giving up.” You declare, spinning your bench to be face to face with Oli. “I need you to stop me, ok?” You require and jump out of the bench.

“Y/N, I know I said it already, but, you are way too drunk.” He comments confused. He was only saying thank you, what the hell are you doing now?

“That’s why I need you to stop me, Oli.” You inform, getting closer to him.

“Stop you from doing what?”

“From kissing you.” You say as throwing your arms around his neck and leaning to kiss your best friend, Mr. Oli White.

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Birthday wish

Birthday wish | Joe Sugg | imagine Word count: 3942 A/N: Hey there people! Nice to be around again :) Yep, I’m writing a birthday imagine. I know I said my present was coming back BUT I COULDN’T RESIST, ALRIGHT? hahahaha I hope you like it. Also, while I was finishing this, I realised that the music for this is “So It Goes…” by Taylor Swift. It was sooo strange when I noticed it! Anyway, hear the song once you’re done with the imagine and feel free to come say what you thought about it! You can find more Buttercream content here

“Where is the birthday girl?” You heard Josh’s voice ask while he entered Joe’s apartment after Byron opened the door for him.

You were in the kitchen, watching Joe make dinner for the two of you and Byron. You opened a smile and got up, literally running to give your best friend a hug. Josh also smiled as soon as he saw you and you jumped at him, he caught you in the air and laughed.

You always saw Josh as an older brother and, although he had a lot of siblings, you knew he saw you like a little sister as well. Not only you were younger than Josh and seemed to be even shorter next to him (it was amazing how he could walk down the street without hitting the lights, really), but since you got to London and met him, you both clicked and it was almost like he would protect you from anyone.

“So, we will see your mysterious Tinder date today?” Josh asked casually while putting you down.

You hesitated, Joe and Byron were the only ones of the Buttercream that you didn’t tell you were seeing someone. Purposely. You didn’t tell them purposely.

“Hum…” Byron smiled at you. “Y/N has a Tinder guy, huh?”

“Or a girl.” You said and Josh realized that he messed up. Even if no one felt his tension, you knew he was thinking all the “oh no’s” he should at the time.

“Or a girl, of course.” Byron agreed, although you never really dated a girl.

Joe suddenly seemed to be really interested in the food he was preparing and your heart trembled, you were dying to know what he was thinking.

“And no” You turned to Josh, touching his nose with the point of your index finger, something that could be seen as reproof “, you won’t see him today.”

“At least now we know it is a guy.” Byron murmured.

You sat at the place you were before.

“Why didn’t you say something to us?” Joe asked.

You frowned, Joe usually wouldn’t ask something like this.

“Not that you needed to tell us your business, I know.” He quickly added, probably for seeing your face.

You hesitated again. Why didn’t you say something to Joe and Byron? Well…

“Because she has a huge crush on” your heart stopped, what the hell Josh was saying? “Byron and it would blow all Y/N’s chances of getting him.”

Your cheeks had already turned into red because of the beginning of Josh’s sentence, but you mentally sighed. Josh to the rescue!

“As if Byron isn’t hard enough to get with all the options he has available.” You commented ironically and rolled your eyes. “Good looking as fuck, what did I expected?” You asked playing your sarcastic part, even though you knew that your words could be applied to another guy in the room… Being honest without being honest, you liked to say it was symbolic, but it was you being a coward.

“But I will always have a part of my heart with your name on it, Y/N.” Byron joked and you pretended to faint, making him laugh.

“You can’t say that to my poor heart, Byron babe.” You faked a whisper: “It can get me killed.” You, Byron and Josh laughed, Joe seemed to be back at the food task again. “Hey, by the way, ‘Byron babe’ sounds good! Can I call you ‘Byron babe’ or it might frighten all the other girls?”

“But there is the genius part of the thing, Y/N.” Josh said. “You need to call Byron of babe so you can have him all to yourself.”

“Josh, I need to play nice, don’t I? Or I might frighten him off.” You joked and as soon as you said the words, Joe announced that dinner was ready, kind of pissed for some reason none of you understood. Maybe Byron, because he looked at Joe, calm down, bro.

“Do you want some, Josh?” Joe asked while gave you a plate.

“No, I already ate, thank you.” He answered.

“You should try it.” You said eating some and almost melting with the flavor. “Joe made his special pasta.”

“And by special, she meant that cooking thing he subscribes.” Josh joked.

“Oh, shut up, Josh. Joe only did this because I asked him for it, it’s my birthday special.” You defended and Josh rolled his eyes.

“I didn’t have a birthday special.” Byron complained as received his plate.

“It’s because Joe doesn’t have a crush on you.” Josh teased and Joe gave a smirk.

“You are still gorgeous, Bro.” The older one said to Byron with a wink.

You laughed, ignoring the jump your heart gave. “Oh my, I wish my love life would be as good as today.” You faked a sigh. “I had Byron on the roll, now Joe… This is the good days, man.” you said lifting your bottle of beer.

“Oh, don’t you think I forgot your mysterious man, Y/N.” Byron remembered and Josh wanted to hit his head on the wall, what did he do? Why couldn’t he just shut up sometimes? Do as Y/N told, Josh, and shut up for once, damn.

“I wouldn’t call him a mysterious man, really. It isn’t like we are something else than not-strangers.” You told them chewing your pasta. “I mean, he isn’t even in London.” You couldn’t hide your disappointment in your voice.

“You will be fine, Y/N/N.” Josh held your shoulder and you gave him a little smile.

“Yeah, otherwise you will have tonight at the club to be not-stranger with a lot of other people.” Byron added and you laughed at him.

“As if I’m super popular at clubs.” It was your turn to roll your eyes.

You were hoping at the bottom of your heart to Joe to say something, because it wasn’t really often you talked to the guys about that kind of thing and, after all, as much as you loved Josh and Byron, the only person you wanted to hear was Joe, nevertheless Joseph Sugg was proportionally silent.

You even tried to say how good the food was to make Joe start talking, yet, even when the conversation progressed naturally to other subjects, Joe remained quiet. Maybe he had a bad day before you arrived at his house, otherwise it didn’t seem that he was upset before Josh appeared. He was upset with Josh? No, Joe wasn’t that type of human, you couldn’t remember a single time he did something like that. Maybe it was something about work. Well, if Joe wasn’t the kind of guy who would be quiet if someone bothered him (and only a few things could affect Joe negatively), you weren’t the type of girl who would insist to someone to do or say something just because you were bothered.

“Okay, guys, time to go to the club.” You announced enthusiastically once you all finished dinner and were watching TV for a bit.

“Someone is excited.” Joe smiled as he saw your own smile.

“It’s my birthday!” You celebrated. “Even if we swam the Thames, I would be happy!”

“Good you didn’t decide to do that, right, love?” He passed an arm through your shoulders and you felt your heart getting warm.

“Yeah, of course.” You agreed.

“Let’s go them.” Josh got up.

“Josh is excited as well apparently.” You commented, also getting up. “Just let me put my shoes, okay?”

“Oh gods, we will be here forever.” the ginger complained.

“Shut up, Joshua.” You ordered as passed through him.

Your apartment wasn’t exactly near to Joe’s, he was at London’s hotspot and you couldn’t afford that yet, so since you knew you all would get drunk that night, you asked to stay at one of the buttercream boys’ house, they lived closer to the club and you wouldn’t need to get back alone afterwards. Therefore, you had a backpack with a lot of clothes, accessories and makeup upstairs.

You went put your shoes and laughed when your friends started shouting at the living room saying to you hurry up.

“C’mon, Y/N!” Josh screamed. “We need to get there while is still your birthday!”

“Don’t be an ass, Pieters!” You snapped back and finished to put your heels, almost running to meet them.

“Hot!” Byron approved and you blew him a kiss, he pretended to faint and you laughed.

“Idiot.” You said.

Josh walked towards the front door, Byron started walking out the apartment as well and you were about to follow them when Joe caught your arm.

“Y/N.” He called, you frowned as looked at him.

Josh was about to shout again outside, however Byron nodded negatively to his friend, making the tall guy go quiet instantly. Byron closed the door and it was only you and Joe at the apartment, too busy staring each other to notice your friends.

“Joe…?” You were confused with his attitude.

Joe seemed to be struggling with the words, but then he opened a forced smile. “Time for your present.” he announced while taking a little velvet box out of his pocket.

You couldn’t avoid the wishes and thoughts that ran wild in your mind. You desired that his movement, one day, would mean more than a birthday present, that the box out of his pocket would be smaller and would come with a question too. But this was you being silly.

“Joe! I said no presents!” You contested with a roll of eyes and a contradictory smile on your face. “Also, I know that you hate buying gifts for people.”

“It isn’t anything to worry about, Y/N.” He stated.

“I remember how you almost lost your mind at Christmas time.” You mentioned, taking the box out of his hand.

“Actually, it was quite easy to buy you this.” He told.

You opened it and the package revealed a small delicate pendant of a flower, held by a silver chain. You weren’t a necklace girl, however as soon as you looked at Joe’s present, you knew you would be one for now on.

“Oh my God, I love it!” You exclaimed.

Joe laughed with your joy. “Good. Could you imagine if I said it was easy to buy you this and you didn’t like it?”

“I love it!” You told him again and hugged him. “Thank you, Joe! Seriously! I can’t even be mad at you for not listening to my birthday rules.” He laughed again and hugged you back.

“I’m glad you like it, Y/N.” He said while his face was pressed against your hair.

“How could I not like it?” You asked and you stepped back, being so close to Joe for that long was no good to your heart. “It is perfect, Joe. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

You two started to stare each other again, it was really easy to lose yourself in those blue eyes… Every time you noticed how blue they were, you felt like it was sort of impossible that they existed.

Joe cleared his throat. Of course, Joe could have the most beautiful eyes in the whole planet, but you were only a regular girl who was kind of falling for a friend, what was known as the most stupid thing ever.

You blinked twice, putting your feet back on Earth.

“Could you put it for me?” You asked, determined to ignore the awkwardness around you and him.

“Yeah, of course.”

Joe walked around you and you handed him the necklace, his fingertips rubbing your neck like feathers and you could swear he was lingering the movements, but it could be you losing your mind for good as well.

“Thank you.” You said softly.

“No problem.”

And when the silence fell this time, you couldn’t bear it. What the hell was happening that day?

“I think we should go, otherwise Josh might have a heart attack at your doorstep.”

“Let’s go then.” Joe agreed.

You were laughing without a reason, you were just so happy because you were surrounded by friends and it was your birthday, so you were dancing like you should dance at your birthday, so you were partying like you should party at your birthday, after all, birthdays were meant to be your special day of the year. You loved birthdays.

You didn’t really celebrate your birthday in clubs before you went to London, but now that you were officially a London gal, it was only expected to go to cool places and get drunk. At least, this was the idea that people were getting nowadays (it was pretty accurate that night).

You were at the dance floor when the “Happy birthday to you” song came along. Suddenly Joe appeared with a huge sparkling cake and, with him, all the friends you invited to the club were there and not only your girlfriends from uni that were dancing with you.

“Oh my God, guys!” You laughed again.

Although some people were shy about the birthday fuzz, you were all in. As they sang, you made silly faces and danced to the silly music, ignoring the crazy electronic song that was kind of disturbing your celebration. If the world wouldn’t stop for your birthday, it was the world’s loss.

And you didn’t see from where the confetti fell, but at the end of the “Happy Birthday”, there were confetti and smiles all around.

“Make a wish, Y/N!” Y/F/N shouted.

You were still laughing from joy when you faced the cake to make your wish. Alright, it isn’t right saying you faced the cake, because you could see the sparkles of the candles on the cake, but you were far away from actually staring at the food. Some blue eyes captured you and locked your attention, the cake didn’t even have a single chance.

You knew it was happening only on your mind, still, you saw all the colorful lights become darker and all the people around you disappear, the music and the screams went mute, the sparkle candles ended and only the fire simple ones were left, only one person stood in front of you.

Your heart was racing, you blinked twice to be sure that his eyes were looking at you with the same intensity as you were looking at him. It hit you so hard that the laugh vanished, you were entirely consumed by that moment. Joe smirked and you knew that he was smiling only for you, nothing else mattered.

“Make a wish, Y/N.” He said without shouting, he didn’t need to, he knew you would listen.

In order of that, you leaned in, without turning your look away, being completely aware that his attention was all yours, you didn’t even dare to blink. You blew the candles, slowly, and the only thing that was burning then was the desire in your eyes. It wasn’t only some desire for the flesh, it was for the soul.

And everything went back to track, you could hear your friends celebrating your wish as you received a huge group hug. Even if not from Joe, you certainly felt loved.

A few hours later, you were at Joe’s again. Byron had a gig the day after so he was actually one of the first people to left the club.

You were taking your heel out so you wouldn’t be as loud as a freaking tractor at the silent apartment when you heard Joe’s voice in the living room:

“Oh no.” Joe moaned.

“What?” You asked while entered the place, finding your friend staring the couch.

“We forgot to prepare your bed.” He explained.

You gave him a little smile.

“That’s fine, Joe. You know I don’t mind if your couch has sheets or no, I will find it as comfortable as I always have.”

Besides the little blowing candles moments, your relationship with Joe was as normal as it ever has been. Maybe it sucked a little.

“But it’s your birthday, you can’t sleep on a simple couch.” Joe argued.

“Joe, relax.”

“No.” He said determinedly. “I will sleep on the couch, you can sleep in my bed.”

You suspected he was a bit drunk still. “Joe, for fuck’s sake, it’s fine, babe.” As soon as you said “babe”, Joe looked at you anxiously. Although you called everyone “babe”, “sweetie” and things like that, you never called Joe those names, at your core, you knew they would mean more than they should.

The stare last only one or two seconds and then everything was fine again. You were starting to get easily confused with those strange moments.

“Okay then, I won’t sleep on the couch.” The man hesitated. “You won’t either.”

“What?”

“Yeah, it doesn’t make sense, I have a perfectly good bed upstairs.”

“Joe…” You started saying, without knowing how to say no. It would tear your heart up, you knew it would.

“C’mon, Y/N, you know that we are both too tired to make you a bed on this couch and I’m not letting you sleep where Josh ass was sooner today.”

You laughed out loud, only remembering about Byron after you stopped laughing.

“Fine, you won.” You gave up.

You and Joe went upstairs talking about the party, remembering how drunk your friends were.

“You can use the bathroom here, I will go downstairs.” Joe offered and you opened your mouth to argue, however, Joe gave you a glance that made you smile softly and say thank you.

Joe took all he needed from his bathroom and went away to make you comfortable. His bathroom smelled like shaved cream, kind of mint and reminding you this wasn’t your bathroom.

You took off your makeup and showered, glad for the hot water and Joe’s amazing shower. Your muscles relaxed and you realized you need that bath. You sighed when it was time to get off.

You started to dry yourself with the towel, taking your time because it was kind of your birthday still so you could have that privilege. You could hear Joe’s moves around the bedroom since half of your bath and there was still video sounds, so you guessed he was catching up the videos of that day, but you glimpsed Joe’s eyes watching you through the mirror, you didn’t notice you didn’t close the door properly.

You knew he couldn’t see that much from that gap, although it wasn’t because of this you weren’t ashamed. Maybe it was a bit of alcohol left in your veins or you were just too tired to pretend you weren’t in love for the guy in the next room, either way, you pretended you didn’t realise his eyes and continued to do your things, satisfied that you chose a nice underwear for that night but nothing more than satisfied, you didn’t expect anything from Joe.

You kept pretending it was completely normal between you two while you got out of the bathroom, asking for the hairdryer. Joe needed to clean his throat before answering and, internally, you smiled. You thanked him and went dry your hair as you meant to.

When you returned to the bedroom, the lights were off, Joe was still watching some videos. You connected your phone to the charger, using the power plug aside the bed. You opened your WhatsApp and laughed at Josh’s message.

“Josh just told me that he was meant to carry the cake but you all thought I might not be able to reach the candle if Josh were the one to do it.”

“For a moment, Mikey carried the cake and I swear he would drop it.” Joe told, pausing the video and putting the phone aside.

“Poor Mikey.” You leaned in the bed and put the covers over you, face to face to Joe, suddenly regretting your previous brave femme fatale moment.

“Y/F/N wanted to carry the cake as well, but she gave up because she was afraid she wasn’t strong enough to lift it.” You laughed, of course Y/F/N would do something like this.

“So you had to do the hard work, huh?” You teased him, but Joe wasn’t in a playful mood because he looked deep at your eyes and said as he was making a vow to the queen:

“I wouldn’t say it was a work at all.”

This time when none of you said anything, you two kept staring each other, seeing who would be the first to turn away. After some time, it became pretty clear you and Joe weren’t giving up.

The day was too strange and you held your feelings back for so long that it was quite impossible to continue with that, so this would be it.

“Joe?” You called as loud as a whisper, not confident at all.

“Yeah?”

“It is late, it is not my birthday anymore.”

He smiled. “I know.”

“Do you believe in birthday wishes?” You asked, knowing his answer.

“No.”

“You think the universe will be offended since you don’t believe in birthday wishes and told me to do one while you were the one who held my cake?”

“I don’t think so, Y/N.”

You nodded your head. “Good.” You needed a couple of deep breaths to continue the chat. “And do you think the universe would mind if I tell you what my birthday wish was? You don’t believe in it, it would be the same as telling a wall. A wall doesn’t believe in birthday wishes.”

“Thanks for calling me a wall, love.” Joe gave a sweet laugh and you watched his eyes get smaller thanks to the cheeks that got up in his face, you loved Joe’s laugh. Joe was a funny guy, he would always make everyone around him laugh, therefore when you were the one to make him laugh, it was a particular happiness you had. “No, I don’t think the universe would care.”

“You know that, if the universe does care, the blame is on you right? If my birthday wish doesn’t turn into reality, it will be all your fault.”

“Just tell me, Y/N.” Joe said gently, seeing that you were nervous.

“I wished for someone to like me back.” You finally confessed.

“Oh.” Joe wasn’t really excited about your words. “I’m pretty sure the Tinder guy likes you back, otherwise he is just an asshole.”

You giggled.

“Thanks, Joe.” You took another last breath, promising yourself it would be the last one, no turning back from now on. “Actually…”

“Yes?”

“I asked for him to love me back.”

“You won’t need the universe’s help to make someone love you, Y/N.” He snorted. “It is really hard not to love you.”

You nodded your head, thinking of his words.

“Good.”

And everything just made sense. All the looks, the awkwardness and sentences with secret messages. Right there, in his bed, your faces illuminated only by London’s night, starring, waiting, wishing.

Joe stared at you and you could see the sadness on his face, so he was the one who looked away.

“Good.” You said again, smiling afterward. You weren’t afraid anymore. “Joe?”

“Yes, Y/N?” He looked into your eyes again.

You stood your arm outside the blankets and touched Joe’s cheek, he closed his eyes with your gesture.

“I asked the universe to make you love me back.”

His eyes opened again and the beautiful blue became crystal clear in that slight heartbeat. You simply knew that the stars had aligned and, if Joe believed in that type of thing, his birthday wish would be you as well.

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Warm - part 1

Warm - part 1/3 | Joe Sugg | imagine Word count: 3094 Request: The reader meet Joe randomly in the street and then they start to date and are really in love but they are both worried about the difference age because Joe is 25 and the reader is 17-18 A/N: Thank you again for the sweet anon who requested it! I would love to know if you liked it! At first it would be only a small imagine, but I was carried away so… See you soon, sweeties! [Y/F/B/N is for “your friend’s boyfriend’s name”] You can find more Buttercream Squad content here | Requests are open

There were grey clouds in the sky that afternoon. You had never liked them, but the weather never was up to you and never would be, so you were dealing with it buying yourself a cappuccino after a long period in school.

It was your last year and fools were the ones who thought teachers were being nicer just because you were almost done with it. No, they were only making the process more difficult. Thanks God you could go away soon.

Brighton was a good place to live, you were sure of it. You had really happy times in there, but all you knew was Brighton, this was the only city you ever lived in and now was the time to change things, turning into a new you (or some bullshit like that, you just couldn’t handle living in there).

“Let’s go, Y/N!” Y/F/N called, squeezing her boyfriend’s hand, poor Y/F/B/N. She was impatient because this was your second time getting coffee that week and, in the first, you almost got late for the first class.

“It is not my fault, Y/F/N.” you answered, a little annoyed. “You can go first. I’ll catch you guys later.”

This was all that Y/F/N wanted to hear.

“Fine.” she said, leading Y/F/B/N to the exit even before she finished saying that one word.

You rolled your eyes, toking your phone out of your pocket and checking your notifications. How nice was being abandoned by your friends and having only an electronic device as companion.

Your goal was going to London after graduating, you knew you would struggle, but you didn’t care. You wanted to feel independent and the only way to do that was abandoning your comfort zone for real. You would cry a lot probably with all the effort you would need to put through so you could support yourself, but it would all be fine.

“Y/N.” The coffee lady said.

There were two cups in front of you, but you didn’t saw the other one, grabbing the first that you saw. You needed to hurry if you really wanted to be abble to go with your friends, so you started walking as fast as you could without dropping the drink in your clothes.

Your right hand was already in the door when someone touched your shoulder.

“Lady.”

You turned back, looking at the screen of  your phone to try to send Y/F/N a message saying to her hold up a little.

“I guess this is my coffee you are with.” the voice said.

You looked up and you could feel your eyes widening a little.

“Hm…”

You always thought that people on Youtube was only known if you were part of the Youtube community and even like that, there were a lot of people you couldn’t know about. Joe Sugg? Joe Sugg wasn’t one of those.

He laughed at your reaction and took the cup of your hand, you didn’t protested. Instead, of doing that, you blinked your eyes, trying to make sentences and then laughed of yourself.

“I’m sorry.”

“That’s fine.”

“No, really, I didn’t see it was your coffee.”

Joe smiled.

“Yeah, you don’t seem to be a coffee’s thief.” he joked, holding another cup to give to you. “Here, this is yours.”

“Thank you.” you said. “And saying I don’t seem a thief it’s quite nice of you.” you commented and turned your cup to see if that was really your name in it.

“Hey, as long as I know, you can be a house’s thief.” I could be a heart’s thief “I just said you don’t steal other people’s coffee…” he tried to see the name that was written in your cup as you raise it. “Y/N.”

You took a sip of your drink.

“Yeah, hi. Nice to meet you.”

“Hi, I’m Joe.”

“I will pretend I didn’t know that so we can talk normally, is that ok?” you tried to make fun, you clearly knew who he was.

Joe laughed. “That’s ok, yeah.”.

Your phone started ringing “Sorry.” You looked at Joe with apologizing eyes. “Hello.”

“Y/N, where are you? We have a test in the first class of the afternoon in case you forgot.” Y/F/N didn’t even bothered of saying hello back. “We’re in school already, come fast.” she hung up before you could say something.

“Oh, fuck.” you cursed.

“Everything is ok?” Joe asked.

You forgot he was there.

“I gotta go, actually.”

Joe seemed a little disappointed, or this was what you liked to believe that time.

“Oh, ok. Cool.”

You smiled at him.

“It was really nice to met you, Joe.”

“Until a next time, Y/N.”

“Bye.” You nodded your head as you were waving a goodbye.

“Wait, I was wondering if…” you could give me your number, but you were gone.

.

“Y/N?” Y/F/N asked seeing you approaching your desk. “What happened? You are red.”

You laughed.

“You won’t believe what just happened.”

“What?”

“I just met Joseph Sugg.” you told. “And I’m pretty sure he almost asked my number.

.

“Joe, honestly, your preference for coffee just can’t be that strong.”

“Shut up, Zo.”

“We drove all across the city for this damn coffee!” She complained, stopping by Joe’s side at the row.

“I know it.” he told, not really paying attention to his sister.

Zoe sighed. “Ok, spit it out.”

“What?”

“The girl’s name.”

“What?!” he gave a nervous laugh.

“C’mon, Joe, I know it’s a girl.”

“Fine, fine…” Joe rolled his eyes. “Her name is Y/N.”

“Oh, that’s a good name!”

“I know.”

“Parking the car took me ages!” Alfie complained, catching up with the siblings. “So you guys already ordered?”

Zoe grinned. “Actually, Joe…”

“Zoe!” Joe complained. “You just need to tell everyone in the world, don’t you?” he asked.

Alfie laughed. “To Joe get this affected, we’re talking about girls, aren’t we?” It was always fun when the two of them started chattering about Joe’s crushes, he seemed like a little kid. If they were talking about Joe’s hook ups, thought, he didn’t seem nothing like a kid.

“Yeah!” Zoe agreed, bursting into laughs as her boyfriend.

Joe made a frown at the couple, they were really making fun of this?

“Oh, Joe! Buddy!” Alfie hugged his brother in law. “That’s ok, everybody can have a crush on someone.”

“Yeah, well, you crush my bloody sister!” Joe pointed out.

The trio were laughing when the door opened again and in the cafe entered one really special girl, being follow by her friend.

“Third time!” Y/F/N exclaimed. “Third fucking time this week, Y/N! For God’s sake, the week has only 5 days, how can you need that much coffee in your life?”

“Shut up, Y/F/N.” you ordered, looking around to see if you recognized the one you were looking for. From where he was, you couldn’t see him. “Come, let’s order our drinks.” you said, a little disappointed.

When Joe saw you, his face lit up. Yes! His completely stupid plain of trying to see you again worked out! He was a smart lad, wasn’t he? He smiled and walked to you.

“Hey, Y/N!” He greeted, playing cool. Zoe almost laughed out loud seeing her brother’s moves. He was trying to look chill and she knew he was putting all his effort in it because they literally just came across the city to that place.

You grinned, looking refreshed. “Joe!”

Y/F/N almost wanted to give you a slap, calm down, Y/N, damn! Don’t fangirl now, please. She looked at you with that warning look and you coughed a little, taking a deep breath afterwards.

“This is, Y/F/N.” You presented and your friend smiled politely to Joe.

“Hi, I’m Joe.” he said and Zoe thought it was about time to approach you guys. “And this is my sister, Zoe, and her boyfriend, Alfie.”

Oh, fuck. Joe were kidding with you, right? You weren’t such a youtuber fan, but really? You couldn’t handle that much.

You smiled at them and your friend did the same, trying your best to not freak out completely.

“Hi. I’m Y/N.”

“Hello!” Zoe said, she just wanted to jump around and make fun of Joe because he seemed a teenager again. “Nice to meet you!” You nodded.

“Hi!” Alfie shook your hand and Zoe followed his steps.

“Next!” The cafe’s lady shouted.

“Oh, this is us.” Y/F/N said, taking you by the hand and pulling you.

“Excuse me.” you asked, being sorry for such an abrupt reaction of Y/F/N. “Calm down, Y/F/N, please.” you whispered.

“Are you kidding me? The freakin Zoella is behind us! I just know her because of you and I am freaking out, how aren’t you?”

“I am, moron!” you whispered back. “But for what you love the most, don’t ruin it! This is like insane and stuff.”

“So what you girls are going to order?” The employee asked and you two smiled at her, remembering that you needed to actually have something to drink.

.

Y/F/N was gone to find you a table, you were so anxious about being in at the cafe that you actually got in there really early, so now there was no need to rush to school anymore. She leaved you behind because you were waiting your order.

“So, you are not from here, are you?” you asked Joe, Zoe and Alfie were ordering still.

“Oh, no, I’m from a small village on country side.” He answered and then gave a little smile. “I live in London now.”

“And why would you waste London to come to Brighton?” you looked through the window. “I mean, the weather is not beach vibes or anything…” you sighed, you wish that was. You loved sunny days.

Joe giggled, you seemed so disappointed about the season that he found really cute.

“My sister lives in here, I came to a meeting and now I’m crashing her place this week.” He told you.

“Oh, that’s nice.” You commented, pretending you didn’t know that Zoella lived in your city. Well, Adele did too… But Adele wasn’t buying coffee next to you, was she? Also, you didn’t know who was Adele’s brother, but you were pretty sure he wasn’t that gorgeous as Joe.

Your coffee was delivered, but you stood there and chatted more with Joe, he was really nice and his order wasn’t ready yet, so you could enjoy his company a little more before going in separate ways.

The place had heater and your coffee was really hot as well, so your body started sweating and you took off your coat, revealing your tattoo by your tank top.

“Oh, that’s cool.” Joe said, seeing the black ink on your shoulder.

You looked the way he was looking, sometimes you forgot you had a tattoo. It was there only, you weren’t reminded of it.

“Thanks.” You smiled.

What you didn’t know was that Joe was kind of relieved. The way you talked and the way you moved weren’t the same way as a student would do and, althought you were beautiful, you seemed a little younger than the girls Joe usually found attractive, seeing that you had a tattoo meant you were over 18 and everything was fine.

Well, except by the fact you weren’t 18 yet.

.

“So there I was, right? I’ve got no friends, no one to talk, my phone was in the bedroom and this huge man, like, he literally was 250 pounds, I swear. And he come and just started shouting things at me, saying I was rude and that kind of stuff.” You told, laughing already. “When actually, she” you pointed to Y/F/N “was the one who came to his wife and asked if she was pregnant.”

“Oh, no” Alfie commented, Joe closed his eyes.

“Guess what?” You continued. “She wasn’t.” All of them started to laugh. “The woman pointed at Y/F/N, but my friend here was gone by the time the man stood up for his wife. It was horrible, I swear.”

“She looked like she was pregnant! It wasn’t my fault!” Y/F/N told, trying to defend herself but failing because she was laughing so hard.

The cafe lady called Zoe’s name.

“Oh, that must be our order.” She said, receiving a look from Joe.

“Let me help you.” Alfie said, standing up and going to get their food.

“Could you help us too, Y/F/N?”

“Okay!” Y/F/N said, a little more excited than she should for just grabbing food, she could see what Zoe was doing there and was pretty happy in not standing in her way or yours.

Suddenly, was only you and Joe at the table. You tried to seem as you weren’t freaking out, so you took a sip from your coffee.

“So…” Joe started. “I guess you were about to tell me your number before ran away yesterday.”

You frowned. “I was? Are you sure?”  You joked.

Joe laughed. “Yes, you were.” You raised your shoulders. “Where you went anyway? I mean, you was in a rush for getting in there.”

“I am a really busy girl, Joe.” you said ironically, not wanting to give him up yet by telling you were heading to school.

“And does a busy girl like you go on dates?” Joe asked.

You smiled. “I could see in my schedule if I have time for that, yeah.” Joe smiled at you too, not knowing what he was going to.

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“Y/N/N, we gotta go.” Y/F/N said, you didn’t notice that she, Zoe and Alfie got the food and were in another table, you were talking to Joe and lost the track of the world.

“Again?” Joe asked, he seemed a little upset and you couldn’t avoid liking it.

“I’m sorry.” you told, with a smile on your face. “But you do have my phone now, so I’m a few buttons away.” you winked  at him, something that no one saw coming. Fuck, you were flirting with Joe Sugg!

Joe laughed, he liked your move. “You are.”

You all said your goodbyes and you starting walking out from the cafe.

“Smooth.” Y/F/N approved.

“Shut up.”

“You’re so into him.” she laughed. “I can believe it. You actually have his number. He is not your celeb crush number 247 or something?”

“He might be on the top 10 at the moment.” you admitted and Y/F/N just couldn’t take you serious. You were a lucky girl, weren’t you. “I’m not stupid, though, I know it won’t take me anywhere.”

“Why?” she asked.

“Because I’m 8 years younger than him, maybe?” you suggested, being ironic again.

“I’m not saying to you to date him, I’m saying you can have some fun with an older guy just for a change.” she argued. “You don’t like boys at our school and it’s nice having someone to feed your ego.”

“You are with Y/F/B/N just to ‘feed your ego’ then?” you joked, making her laugh. Her idea wasn’t bad at all, you had to admit. Maybe you would do that.

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Your phone rang, you received a message. Your eyes opened wide.

“No cells during class.” Your teacher told, looking at you quite angry.

“Sorry” you gave him a weak smile before searching the device in your backpack so you could leave it in silent mode. As you did it, you saw it was Joe sending you a message, something unusual of him, it was so early in the morning.

A couple weeks passed by since the exchange of numbers. You didn’t know how to react, but you were really enjoying your late chats and stuff like that, it would happen every day now and although you couldn’t admit it even to yourself, you started falling for him, something really really dangerous.

Good morning! was the content of his message. It immediately settled a smile on your face. You looked at your teacher to see if he was paying attention on what you were doing, he wasn’t anymore.

Why are you awake this early? you asked.

You turned your head to the board, seeing Math turn into the most boring thing in your whole existence. You missed the time school was easy and you could just forget about it some hours at the day.

Missing you is messing with my head. Joe sent and it made you roll your eyes, he loved to tease you like that.

Right. Now tell me the real reason. You could hear Joe’s laugh because of your answer.

Are you doubting it? you rolled your eyes again.

Yes was all you wrote.

Fine, fine… I have a meeting today. You kind of wished what he told about missing you was truth, but you were determined of being really grounded about this. Ask me where my meeting is, Y/N. he required.

Where your meet is, Joseph?

Brighton. he informed and your heart jumped and you needed to regain control. Fuck, Joe couldn’t just said that with you unprepared. Hum… Y/N? he asked when he realized you saw the message and didn’t answer it.

Well, this is a good excuse for you to don’t miss me that much, isn’t it? you joked, you started sweating waiting for his response.

We can meet and catch up to resolve this problem of mine, can’t we?

Are you asking me on a date? You joked. Be careful, Joseph, you won’t be able to keep up with me if you are…

You are the one who won’t be keeping up, Y/N. You couldn’t believe in it. It is a yes, then?

You took a deep breath, your panic starting showing up.

“Are you ok, Y/N?” Y/F/N asked.

You nodded your head. “No.”

“What happened?” she seemed worried, you just slid your phone to her desk. “Oh my God.” she commented as she read the messages. “You are going, right?” she confirmed, passing your cell back to you.

“I don’t know.”

“Oh, c’mon, Y/N! You can’t miss this opportunity.”

You agreed with that, but it wasn’t fair to Joe. He didn’t even knew that you were at school while he was texting you.

You took a deep breath again. It was about time he discover your age. You were letting go now.

→ Part 02

[oh-ishouldnt]

A double smiley Joe because FOR GOD’S SAKE THIS IN A F*CKING ANGEL ON EARTH PLEASE BE THE FATHER OF MY CHILDREN - (x)

[mattandjones]

Do you ever do anything except whine like a little bitch?

sometimes i whine like a BIG bitch