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It’s The Sugg Life (Part 2)- Joe Sugg

Request - Are u going to do a part 2 to the Joe Sugg imagine? It was really good:)            

A few months later…

Life had been different without Joe, it had been slower and calmer. You hadn’t heard from him since you’d split up. After that you’d taken time away from everything, social media mainly. Your way to tackle hate was to avoid it. After everything that had happened you left London, deciding to visit a few places that you’d never been to before. You travelled the length and width of the country, visiting Inverness, Cardiff, Norwich and Jersey. In fact, it had been the best month of your life so far. Just switching off had been good for you.

Now though, you were making your final stop in Jersey. It was the last place you’d visit before heading back to London to carry on with your life.

As you boarded your flight, you sent a message to your friend Chris. He was supposed to be picking you up from the airport once you’d landed. The flight to Jersey was a short one, an hour over all, therefore, it gave you very little time to contemplate what you’d say to Chris once you saw him. After the whole thing with Joe, you weren’t sure about how he’d react to you even though you’d been friends for years now.

Soon enough, your plane had landed in Jersey. You felt the nerves begin to build up, you were irrational. You knew that, but there was something bothering you in the back of your mind. Almost like the what-ifs were becoming too much. Before you knew it, you were through the airport and outside in the fresh Jersey air. You glanced around for a few moments before spotting someone flailing their arms at you, it made you laugh quietly. Walking over, you embraced Chris when you were close enough. He returned your hug tightly.

“Hey (Y/N), how’ve you been?” He asked caringly. You smiled at him.

“I’ve been alright, it’s been nice to take a break from everything, you know?” You replied.

Chris guided you over to his car and placed your bag into the boot. You hopped into the passenger seat and buckled yourself in. Chris soon joined you and began driving. You could feel the elephant in the room.

“So, how are things?” Chris started. You sighed a small sigh, you knew that this was coming.

“Honestly, not great. I miss him Chris, but I don’t know if I can ever go back to that part of my life. I don’t know if I want to.” You looked down at the floor of his car, taking interest in the trim of the floor mats.

“Then don’t. If it’s not what you want, then don’t do it. You need to take care of yourself (Y/N).” Chris replied. You saw him let out a small, reassuring smile. It made you feel slightly better to know that one of your good friends still supported you. You’d lost friends over the past few weeks, it just proved to you that sometimes you really don’t know who your true friends are.

Soon you arrived at Chris’ house. You grabbed your bag out of the car and followed Chris inside. He showed you the guest bedroom and left you to get settled in. You popped your bag down on the floor and pulled your phone out, sitting down on the bed.

You scrolled through some of your messages, replying to those that were important like the ones from your family and ignoring others. One message caught your eye though. It was from Joe, simply saying,

“Hey, can we talk?”

You stared at it for a moment, you didn’t know how to feel about it, unsure on whether you should reply or not. Taking a breath, you decided to reply.

“What do you want Joe?”

You replied, annoyed after everything that had happened. That was when your phone rang. It was Joe. You deliberated your options before hitting the answer key.

“Hello, Joe.” You said in a flat, disinterested tone. You heard him sigh.

“Hey (Y/N). How-how have you been?” He asked with a small falter in the middle. You could feel a sadness inside of you reappearing that hadn’t been there for a while.

“I’ve been ok.” You lied, you couldn’t tell him how you’d really been. “What about you?”

You heard him sigh. “I’ve been ok too.” There was a pause for a few moments, it felt like an age to you.

“(Y/N), I’m sorry for what happened. I really am. I should have stood up for you, but I didn’t. I never meant to make you feel the way that I did.” He blurted out. Your breath caught in your throat, not knowing what to say you let out a small squeak.

“Thank you. But I don’t know what you want me to say, Joe.” You replied, your voice trembling slightly.

“I didn’t want you to say anything, I just wanted you to listen.” Joe replied, he sounded relieved in a sense but also sad. You made a noise in acknowledgement, allowing Joe to keep speaking.

“I miss you (Y/N), I want you to come home.” He said genuinely. You felt a sinking feeling in your chest. This is what you were unsure about.

“Joe, I don’t know about that.” You said, your voice laced with sadness. Joe’s breath caught. You could hear it.

“Please. Just please come home.” You could hear his voice crack as he asked.

“I’m sorry Joe, I can’t. I’m sorry.”

You hung up the phone and threw it on the floor, not wanting to look at it anymore. The pain you felt was intense and raw, tears streamed down your face. Your breath catching in your throat as a sob escaped. You couldn’t believe what had just happened.

It was a new beginning, you just weren’t sure if it was for the best.

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It’s The Sugg Life - Joe Sugg

{Request} -  Joe Sugg Imagine? I swear I've read all the ones on here at this point lol. Have a good day x            

I took inspiration from this prompt - Take your favorite couple and write one (or more) one-shot(s) describing “the first time and the last time” they did something together.

The First Time You See Each Other

It was a sunny day in London, odd for British weather as it was normally raining, therefore you were making the most of the warmth. Sitting on a park bench, pondering over the most recent book you’d read, questioning certain aspects of the plot line and the personalities of the characters was something that you enjoyed doing, especially when you were outside. It did, however make you much less observant so when you heard someone sit down next to you, it startled you. You turned towards the sound and were met by the gaze of a man who seemed to be around your age.

“Hi.” He said slightly awkwardly. You smiled at him, taking in how he looked. His blond hair caught the sun making it seem even blonder and his eyes were a sparkling blue colour. He was handsome, you couldn’t deny it.

“Hello.” You replied, you were curious as to what his motive for speaking to you was.

“I’m Joe, and you are?” He asked, giving you a cheeky grin.

“I’m (Y/N).” You glanced down at your hands curled up in your lap, feeling slightly awkward. You’d never been the most social person, finding small talk and conversations with new people to be uncomfortable. Joe smiled and tried to reassure you.

“Hey, I just wanted to see if I could get your number. Would that be ok?” He questioned. You bit your lip in thought. You hardly knew him but a part of you wanted to take this chance.

“Sure, can I have your phone?” You asked. Joe handed it to you. Quickly, you typed your number in and handed it back to him. He smiled widely, it was sweet to see.

“Thanks, I need to get going now. But I’ll text you.” He stated before standing up. With one last quick smile he turned to leave. You watched him walk away, down the street and into the distance. This was out of your comfort zone to say the least, but you hoped it would be for the best.

The Last Time You See Each Other (For Now…)

You had been walking through the streets of London with Joe when a few of his subscribers spotted you both and came over for pictures, you had no issue with that and even offered to take the photos for them to which they agreed, but not before making a few comments about you. They referenced your weight and your appearance while they were stood with Joe, yet he said nothing. Not a word to defend you, so you did it yourself.

“Please don’t speak about me in that way while I’m stood right here.” You stated, they all turned to look at you and giggled slightly, one of them raising an eyebrow at you. She walked over to you and muttered so only you could hear.

“You’re a slag, we all know that you’re just using him for his money.”

You felt something snap inside of you, you wanted to go for this girl. No one has the right to speak to you like that. Words were exchanged that turned into a shouting match in the street. You saw Joe walk away relatively quickly, leaving you to fend for yourself. Once it was over you walked away, heading back home. It only took you about ten minutes to make it back there but it seemed like so much longer. You eventually stepped through the door into your flat. You were met with silence. You walked through the flat, looking for Joe. You needed to explain fully what had just happened.

You walked quietly towards your shared bedroom where you saw Joe perched on the edge of the bed. You knocked on the door and slowly entered the room. He looked up and caught your gaze. His face turned sullen, returning his focus to his hands.

“Joe.” You went to speak but he didn’t look up, he didn’t even acknowledge that you were in the room. You frowned, slightly confused.

“Joe.” You repeated, again he didn’t acknowledge you. You could feel yourself getting frustrated with him.

“Joe! Will you just listen to me?” You spoke with a louder tone than usual, his eyes snapped to you. His face was a picture of annoyance, blue eyes sparking with anger. Two and a half years after meeting and two years into a romantic relationship, this was becoming a regular occurrence, the hate from subscribers, the fights it caused, it was all becoming too much.

“No! I won’t listen to what you have to say. You had no right to do that.” He practically yelled back at you, squaring up to you. You glared at him.

“I had every right, I will not be harassed in the middle of the street anymore. I’m sick of being treated like this.” You retorted, referring to the situation that had caused this.

“Well maybe you deserved it.” He seethed, you could see him shutting you out, rebuilding his defences and alienating you. You felt pain, the pain of losing someone you love. Your heart was breaking, you couldn’t do this anymore. You couldn’t go on like this.

The hatred, the arguing, it needed to end.

“Joe. I’m-.” The words stuck in your throat, a lump forming. You could hardly breathe but you needed to get this out. “I’m done.”

Finality. That was what this felt like. You turned and walked away from Joe when you heard a mumble. You looked back over your shoulder and saw that he was watching you.

“I’ll come get my stuff in a couple of days.” You stated and then walked away, refusing to look back this time. You knew your resolve would crumble if you did. You needed to get away, and that’s exactly what you did.

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Hi again... It’s me

I have a new imagine coming out tonight, it’s a continuation of the Joe Sugg imagine that I wrote earlier on in the year. Hope you enjoy it!

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Joe: now that we all know y/n cheats…. Y/N: Do not! Joe: join me next week for another sugg Sunday special Both: hoohaw!!

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Imagine #12 {Requested}

-Sleepover and Confession-

    My heavy backpack containing pj's, blankets, food and my night necessities was hanging on to my shoulders. I stepped out of my truck my feet hitting the curb. I skipped towards Zoe's building, quickly ringing her apartment to grant me access. Zoe is my best friend since I started YouTube, I was new to the welcoming community so I stuck to Zoe. Our relationship was temporarily halted, as we are both stressed with moving out. A month without late night phone conversations, all day shopping and wanted sleepovers but today that was going to change.

     Zoe buzzed me, I sprinted up the stairs, adrenaline and excitement filled my veins. As I reached the unfamiliar door, I was dragged inside with hugs and kisses on the cheek.My lungs were deprived from air as Zoe hugged me. I felt my chest hurt, but seeing Zoe was worth it.

"Gosh, I haven't seen you for ever." I whispered to hear squeezing her fatigue body. We stood there for a few minutes, till finally tearing apart.

"Gosh, you got taller." Zoe told me, she was older than me by four years. I recently just turned twenty as Zoe turned twenty-four. She was five four as I was five seven. "Joe, Alfie!!" 

The two boys waltzed out of the room, my breath hitched. My heart started to quicken as the full appearance of Joe came out. He was wearing a black t-shirt with sweats. His hair was brushed back into a snap back as he wore glasses. He smiled and engulfed my in an hug. 

"I missed you." He whispered in my ear. I rested my head on his shoulder since he was only an inch taller. I felt reassured in his arms, like the world was a better place around me. He kissed the top of my head before pulling away. 

His face was gradually being painted with red and he scratched the back of his neck. The muscles in his arms were prominent in my view. I bit a small piece of my lip and turned around to hug Alfie. Zoe winked pointing at Joe.

"Everyone in the living room!" Zoe squealed jumping up and down. She grabbed my hand and pulled me in the kitchen.

"Oh God, she is going to cook me." Laughs were erupted into the apartment.

Numerous variations of snacks and multiple board games were laid out onto of the coffee table in front of the TV. We sat at the sides of the table. Zoe and I sat on one side, while Joe and Alfie sat in front of us. We talked and talked. 

"How is your apartment?" Alfie asked me.

"Moderately good, my neighbor lets her nips of fury out when she goes to gym." I made exaggerated vomiting noises. They laughed clenching their stomachs. I felt a foot touch mine from underneath the table, it was Joe's.

"Okay, pampering time. Meet me in the bathroom, Joe can you show her?." Zoe walked over to return the empty bowls. I stood up and followed Joe. He put his hand on the end of my back, and guided me through the mazes of the apartment. His hand moved slowly to around my waist. 

He stopped at the facade of the bathroom, in Zoe's room. He sat on top of Zoe's bed. I stood in front of him, he grabbed my waist with both of his hands. I wore a lose cropped top and lose shorts. My arms overlapped behind his head. He pulled my body towards, kissing my jaw line to my cheek. His lips were lightly touching mine.

I leaned finally connecting our lips together. I felt sharp shocks fire up my body as our mouths moved in synced. As our kissing moved on, I sat on his lap.

"FINALLY!" I heard Zoe yelled from the opened door. "Now, get off my bed."

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When the Sun Rises {ThatcherJoe Love Story}

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2:

Two weeks later

I stood outside the moving van against the hood of the car, the London sun glaring down on me. The warm rays heating up my arms and bare stomach. I wore a cropped black top with acid dripped jeans, my vans occupied my feet. I started to text my dad telling him I had just arrived.

I walked towards the opened back and started my reiterated adventure up the stairs with numerous boxes. The boxes filled with books, books and books. I had approximately two vans with my necessities. One: books, two: essentials. My arms were accompanied with two boxes.

"Do you need any help?" I heard a few voices speak behind me. I whipped my head around, my brown locks swirling around naturally. Two boys stood in front of me both with blonde hair. The taller ones roots came across as brown, the other guy was shorter and had dirty blonde hair. I jumped from the van never leaving breaking their contact.

"I would actually like that emphatically. Do you guys live in this building too?" My eyes travelled to the building. The shorter one was a little memorizing.

"Yeah, I am Caspar." Caspar hit the shorter one in the shoulder.

"I am Joe, pleasure to meet you. Which floor are you on?" He extended his hand out, I took it.

"Kendra, floor four." I moved a strand of hair behind me ear, we didn’t let go.

"Ahem." Caspar coughed. "You’re on floor four? Wow, rich kid I see. You have the penthouse."

"Uh, sorta. My dad is an author, all those boxes are books. I have a lot of stuff, so I have to take you up on your offer." I gave each of them boxes of books.

Our journey took four hours, two hours for the boxes and two hours for furniture. My thighs and feet were screaming with pain, my arms muscles felt ripped out of my skin. I changed quickly in shorts and my loose hair was gathered together in an bun. Everything was away, for now anyways.

"Gosh, I am tired." My body was placed on my leather couch, my legs were sprawled all around. "Finally regretting helping me?"

"It depends. Do we get something out of it?" Caspar questioned

"Will the feeling of satisfaction and kindness be enough?

"Nope." Joe answered.

"I’ll cook you dinner tonight. I have a few recipes up my sleeve."

"Can’t make it buddy, got a date." Caspar sighed, a smile was chiseled on his face.

"What about you pretty boy? Got a woman to care for?" I strutted towards the fridge taking out three beers, tossing them to the boys.

"Nope, I am single." Joe smiled, a light tint of red flushed his face.

"I’ll leave you love birds to it." Caspar ran out the door, after typing his phone number on my phone.

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"So you have never been on a roller coaster?" I laughed.

"No, do you want me to shit my pants." Joe took another sip of his beer. "Kendra, I really like that name what does it mean."

"Something about water, if your parent was an author you would understand."

"Why water?"

"Water adapts to everything, it’s everywhere. You need it to live, the human race can’t live without water. It’s supposed to show me how even though I think I am just something that is always there, I have a purpose and people need me. It was my mom’s idea." I never spoke of my mom. She delivering me, the pain and strength was unbearable for her body. When your body experiences pain, it shuts down and protects you from it. Well, her body shut down completely.

"That’s awesome. I bet your mom and dad are a lovely couple." Joe smiled.

"Don’t worry about it, let’s talk about you. Any hobbies?" I dodged the question. Years spent understanding and researching why she died. Questioning how my dad could easily go on without looking at me with pain and sadness.

"I thatch roofs-you know the straws ones people take for granted yeah those-and have a YouTube channel? Do you mind being in one of my videos, I haven’t done a collab in a while and have ran out of ideas?" Joe was straightforward, he didn’t best around the bush when the situation didn’t need it. I lived the way he made silly facial expression for everything. Every movement, every story, everything.

"You do realize I have know you for like a day. I could be a crazy serial killer and your befriending me why?" I flirted leaning forward. Boyfriends were not common for me. A book worm had all the boyfriends she needed in paper, they were even better.

"Cause a beautiful girl with a sparklingly personality is hard to find." He ran his fingers in his hair, the muscles in his arm exploding. "Come to my apartment and well shoot it now."

I laughed before placing my dishes in my sink, I turned around to find Joe right behind me. His hair has combed back with his fingers. He wore a grey t-shirt and common jeans. The muscles was noticeable through the shirt, every line indicating a muscle felt as if it was carved from God himself. He quickly grabbed my hand and led me to his apartment. We flew up the stairs, skipping multiple steps.

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"Hey guys, I am here with a girl I just met. I helped her heave her shit up her apartment. This is Kendra."

"Yo." I awkwardly waved to the camera. I felt Joe’s stare on my face, I quickly turned to see a blushing Joe turn away.

"So we are going to do Dare or Dare video. Ready?"

"Hell yeah." I readjusted into my seat.

"The first dare is for both of us. We must drink two raw eggs each." He laughed with a disgusted face painted on.

"This can’t be good. If I die you will inherit all my books." I was passed a cup with two eggs from Joe. They were swirling around making me sick. The cold glass met my glossed lips, I felt the cold substance slither down my throat.

"That was torture!" My head was slowly moving towards Joe, to find him laughing his lungs out, his eggs were still in his hand. I started to tackle Joe, his body was swopped of his chair landing on the bed behind us. My body was on top of him, pinning him down. Our eyes locked for a second. I gently kissed along his jawline, the lining of his neck and the crook where his broad shoulders met his neck. His hands were placed on my hips, holding me in place. My lips detached from his neck and leaned towards his lips.

"Gotcha." I whispered, my back falling beside him. My serious expression was replaced with laughter. I held my stomach as I watched Joe’s face flush with embarrassment. He slowly got on top of me and kissed me.

"Now," Joe kissed me, "this" again, "isn’t" and again, "a dare." and again.

[monoxdie]

Preference #7.3 {Requested}

-She Looks So Perfect by 5SOS-

Joe:

"Your lipstick stain is a work of art."

Our relationship was a secret. For a year we hide our interlocked hands under the table, kissing in the bathroom, and convincing everyone we moved in together because we were scared to move out by ourselves. But one day we were careless.

The car stopped in the curve of the sidewalk meeting the road. A house warming party was arranged for Alfie and his new apartment, just another event we were going to have to wear our masks.

"Ready?" Joe questioned, shutting down the car.

"Wait one sec." I looked out in all the windows making sure no one was near bye. "I don't think I can go multiple hours without kissing you." I slowly bit my red lips. We kissed each other hungrily, our make-out session having to come to an end when Joe's phone rang.

"Hey." Joe buzzed into the phone unsteadily. I trailed me lips across his jawline, down his neck, in the crook of his neck, and his by his free ear.

"We're hear, w-we are coming up." Joe started to remove my red lipstick from his lips, using his lean fingers to eradicate the crooked lines along his lips.

"No, I am fine. Coming up. Bye." I smirked before re-applying my lipstick. The lipstick glided softly along my lips, filling the streaks in my perfected lips. 

We ran hand and hand up the staircase, my right hand reserved with Joe's my left holding me heels. Our legs were screwed with adrenaline skipping a step after step. The warmth that was generated in my hand was brutality removed as we reach his door. I turned to Joe, fixing the oddly directed collar of his white dress shirt. His rand hovered on the door, quickly putting a warm kiss on my check, then putting his brain's requested in flight.

"Well it took you guys long enough." Alfie's eyes hovered along Joe's neck waveringly. "Bear is in the kitchen. You want one Y/N?" 

"Wouldn't pass one up, now would I?" I strolled to the kitchen. I was thrown a beer and continued to walk to the group of girls. As I approached them, Alfie whispered something to Zoe, a questioning look was flushed on Zoe's face before he strolled away.

"Hey Y/N what took you so long?" Zoe smirked.

"My bag exploded in the car, I decided to just leave it there." I laughed before sipping my beer.

"There are such things of a window, Alfie on one hand has a big one right here." Louise pointed to the window. I slowly walked towards it to see Joe's car right in the view.

"Cool, I like this. It makes the apartment very big. Nice view." I tried to avoid the conversation. 

"What you girls talking about?" Jim and the boys sat around the couch parallel from us.

"You know girl things. Nothing that will interest you." I sit on the floor, against the couch. Joe's and I's feet touching.

"Nice lipstick Joe, what brand?" Tanya lightly tapped her neck. Joe faced flushed with embarrassment.

"Bobbi Brown." I quickly replied, before smiling in my beer. "He's had it for a year."