Let Me Help You Goddammit! - Joe Sugg
Yes so this is my first imagine! Let me know what you think of it and feel free to send in requests!
Warnings: swearing, hinting to sex? idk
You have been with Joe for 3 and a half years now. And it’s probably been the best years of your life. Joe treated you like a princess but couples fight, and like any other couple, you two had arguments every now and then. Mostly small stuff but big fights usually evolved around your independancy.
Since a very young age you liked to be independent. You didn’t need anyone and sometimes you didn’t want anyone. And that caused many of your previous relationships to fail. You couldn’t get used to leaning on someone else for support and they felt like you pushed them away everytime they reached out to you.
But things were different with Joe. He made you feel safe enough to let him help you, you didn’t feel as vulnerable. That, however, didn’t mean you weren’t just as independant as before.
This particular night the two of you had a lazy stay-in night. You watched a few movies, Joe cooked for you and a few wine glasses later, you were sat on the couch laughing at one of Joe’s jokes.
“As much as I’d love to stay here, I want to wash the dishes before we go to bed,” you giggled wiping away the tears of laughter.
“Aw love, we can do that in the morning,” Joe sighs and pulls you in for a kiss.
The kiss was soft but full of love, and as much as you wanted to stay right there in his arms, you knew the kiss wouldn’t just end there. And because of that you pulled away after a few moments, just as Joe’s hands started to roam.
“Alright Joseph,” you giggled, “the quicker I start, the quicker I finish.”
Joe reluctently let go of your waist and you stood up walking towards the kitchen. You heard Joe stand up and moments later music started playing. Realising it was your favourite song, you smiled softly. God, you loved this boy.
“Y/N, are you okay?” Joe shouted.
“Yeah,” you hissed, “I cut myself on some of the glass.”
You quickly grabbed a towel as Joe entered the kitchen. He basically sprinted towards you, almost slipping on the tiles. He grabbed your injured hand, removed the towel and gasped when he saw the cut.
“Shit babe, stay here. I’m going to get the first aid,” Joe ordered rushing off.
“Damn,” you winced seeing how deep the wound really was.
You went to the sink and washed off the blood. Just as you finished, Joe was at your side again.
“Here,” he said gently leading you to a stool, “what did you do?”
“A glass broke,” you mumbled, “sorry,”
“No need to apologise,” he smiled.
You let him clean the cut but grabbed the plaster before he could get to it.
“Thanks babe,” you smiled tightly, “I got it.”
You saw the frown form on his beautiful face but avoided eye contact. You tried to put pressure on your hand while simultaneously trying to open the plaster.
“Y/N, let me help you,” he whispered.
“No, I have it, it’s fine.”
Joe watched you intently. Why couldn’t you accept his help?
“Joe, leave it!” you snapped.
“Let me help you goddammit!” Joe yelled back.
You both stopped what you were doing. Lifting your head slowly, you looked into Joe’s eyes. There was a long pause that followed his exclamation.
“I’m sorry,” you say softly.
Joe chuckled, “Again, no need to be sorry. I know how you feel about these things. I should’ve handled it better,” he murmered.
All the while Joe is putting the plaster on your hand. You hadn’t dropped your head, you kept your eyes on his downcasted ones. You stayed quiet while he finished.
“There ya go,” Joe smiled looking at you again.
“I love you,” you whispered taking Joe’s hand.
“I love you too,” he laughed.
Joe pulled you into his chest.
“Let’s go to bed, yeah?” you smirked.
“Ah okay m’lday,” Joe laughed.
He picked you up bridal style ignoring your squeals.
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