#joe sugg request

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Can i request reader and mtmte skids spending time together at swerves, with the conversation going to bad pick up lines. Skids takes it as a challenge and what starts off as cheesy pick up lines devolves into smooth come ons that has Reader flushing like mad and badly keeping their composure as Skids tries to figure out what makes them tick. Thanks!!!

Skids X Reader - Pick Me Up and Take Me Home

A/N – So, I wrote this twice because the first copy accidentally got deleted today. Oh well, I’m happy with it.

Warnings – None.

Rating – T

“Grab your coat, you’ve pulled.”

You looked at the mech addressing you to see if he was telling a joke. One minute, you were sitting peacefully on a barstool at Swerve’s, reading your book (a universal sign of not wanting to be disturbed) then there was this mech, telling you you’d pulled, in a lame attempt to ‘pull’ you himself.

What was his name? Roller? Gearhead? Something else entirely? Honestly, you had no idea. He wasn’t one of your friends aboard the Lost Light. Probably just another mech too curious about sex with a human for all the wrong reasons. It wasn’t that you wouldn’t be intimate with a bot, but to borrow a worn-out phrase, they could at least buy you dinner first.

“No thanks,” You said coolly.

“Sorry, what?”

You sighed and closed your book, swivelling your seat so as to face the offending bot.

“No thank you,” You enunciated the words slowly and loudly.

“But- But Getaway said that would work,” The unnameable bot wheedled. “Was it the pick-up line itself?”

“Honestly, it was a myriad of things,” You replied, irked that you were forced to continue such an inane conversation. “But for the sake of your ego, sure, let’s say it was just the pick-up line. If you knew anything about me, you’d know that that is one of the lines I hate the most. There’s no witty wordplay, it’s grossly presumptuous, and really, it’s just dull, overused, and lazy.”

“Oh…”

“But hey, that’s just my opinion. So, why don’t you go and try it on someone else. Go on, off you pop,” You said nodding your head towards the exit.

The bot lamely left, not even bothering to walk; he used the wheels on his pedes to roll away sadly. You still didn’t know what he was called, but with a depressing exit like that, you decided to nickname him Mopey Joe in lieu of anything better.

Now that you were free, you swivelled your chair back to the bar. You were about to re-open your book, when a voice to your left said, “Were you on Star Trek because someone set their phaser to stunning.”

You glanced at the bot who sat on the corner stool. He had been there all night, reading something on his data pad. You knew his name, even though you had scarcely spoken to him before.

Skids.

He was memorable.

You had seen him around the ship multiple times, always doing something different. He seemed to hold the belief that any skill was worth learning.

“Really? You too?” You asked sardonically, your hand on your cheek. “This another one of your skills, or are you just trying to beat the last guy?”

“Just having some fun is all, unless you’re not up for it,” Skids grinned, an unspoken challenge in his tone.

“I’m up for it if you are,” You perked up, glad to poke fun at the failed flirtation.

“Good, because it’s your turn.”

“If I could rearrange the alphabet-”

“I’d put you and I together,” He finished for you. “A little overused, isn’t it?”

“Just a warm-up,” You said tartly.

“Okay,” Skids stroked his chin, his processor filled to the brim with things he could say. He wanted to win. There was no prize, but life was a game, and he, its champion player. “What’s your favourite number?”

You raised an eyebrow, to which he inclined his head as if suggesting you play along.

“All right, I’ll bite, uh… 42.”

“42? That’s alright, I suppose. My favourite number is yours.”

“Smooth, if the other participant is playing,” You conceded. “Uhh… Okay, I got one. I’ve heard of Optimus Prime, but you hottie, are Optimus Fine.”

“Ooh, your tone really helped carry that one. Suggestive, but not too much, a nice flirty edge. That was good, and well catered to Cybertronians. Impressive.”

And so the game went on. Occasionally one of you would pause to order the other a drink or to ask a general question about each other’s lives.

You learned that Skids was a theoretician, who tended to daydream.

“Was that an electric shock? Nope, just the thrum of my spark when I saw you.”

He, in turn, learned that you enjoyed comic books, films with practical effects, and weren’t sure what job you wanted on the ship; only that you desperately wanted to find some area to work in.

“I didn’t believe in God, but there must be one if someone as stunning as you exists.”

He loved Earth music and had developed a collection since being stationed there years ago.

“Are you secretly a Decepticon? Because you have conned me into loving you.”

He found that you were actually at Swerve’s trying to learn how to adapt to social situations since you usually felt too awkward to enter public spaces.

“I should take up weightlifting. It’ll give me the strength to pick up hot mechs such as yourself.”

He grinned at that. You learned that you adored that smile… and the mech it was on. You memorised it, and the way it lit up his optics.

“Nice legs, what time do they open?”

You sputtered a laugh. He learned that he loved the sound of your laughter like liquid happiness tickling his audials. He recorded the sound.

Finally, Skids looked around, finding that Swerve was grabbing his mop bucket, the subtle sign to any remainers that he was going to shut the bar within the next few kliks.

“Huh, guess we should be going,” Skids noted.

“Yeah…” You murmured, eyes downcast at the thought of parting from Skids, “I suppose we should.”

“Oh, just one more line first, I think I have a winner,” Skids grinned mischievously.

“Yeah? Go on then,” You settled yourself back atop your seat, awaiting the next line to make you chortle.

Skids got down on one knee. Your breath caught in your throat as he leaned close to whisper, his lips gently grazing your earlobe, “What’s bright red and something I like sleeping with?”

“… I- What?” You asked.

He pulled lightly back, then kissed you, just staying long enough to feel you get closer before he pulled back, leaving you longing for more.

“You.”

You reached up to cover your burning cheeks.

“I- I have to go,” You stammered, stumbling off your stool.

Skids smiled as he watched you leave. He was going to call you tomorrow, then every day after that, and never once would he resort to ‘Grab your coat, you’ve pulled.’ You deserved more, and he was happy to provide you with witty wordplay, humour, and romance to boot.

Once more before leaving, he played back the sound of your laughter. Primus, you fascinated him. He planned to do everything he could to find out what made you tick.

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Can I Watch? (Joe Sugg x Reader) [smut]

Request - Hello! Idk if you're still taking requests, but I think you write  great smut and I was wondering if you could write a smut imagine with  Joe Sugg. I'd really appreciate it if you did because I think you're one  of the best writers on tumblr, and if you can't/don't want to write it,  thanks anyways for just being a great person!❤️

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"Joe  friggin' Sugg!" you said, throwing your arms around him when he  answered the door. "I'm so glad you're back! How was the tour?"

You  had gone over to Joe's the day after he got home from the Hit The Road  tour. He was one of your best friends and it had been ages since the two  of you got to hang out.

"I'm glad to be back." He replied, squeezing you. "It was good. Really good, but It's nice to be home."

"I bet. Nothing like sleeping in your own bed." You followed Joe into his house. "Find any romance on your journeys?"

You  and Joe always shared your one night stand and hook-up stories. "No,  sadly." He dramatically frowned and dropped his shoulders.

You couldn't help but laugh. "I don't believe that for a second."

Laughing,  Joe replied. "I actually didn't have any time to myself at all on this  trip. We were always busy doing interviews or driving or just too  exhausted to go out."

"Well I'm sure Mr. playboy will find time now that he's home." You teased him.

"I haven't even had a wank in my own house." Joe laughed, making the two of you some drinks.

"I  can leave if you'd like some alone time." you teased, taking the glass  he was handing you of whatever cocktail he had mixed. Taking a sip, you  made a face. "One of those nights?" You said, noting how strong the  drink was.

"Definitely one of those nights. I need an us  night." Joe said, tapping his glass to yours and pulling you in for  another hug. "Also, I hear you went out on a date with Jack."

"Is that what he told you?!" You questioned him, the two of you making your way to the couch.

"And I quote 'I finally convinced Y/n to go out with me and she didn't even let me pay for dinner.'" Joe said laughing.

"He said he needed a date for a premier! I didn't know he actually wanted to go out." You said shaking your head.

"So you would have still gone if you knew?" Joe asked, trying to sound nonchalant, taking another sip of his drink.

"No way. I love that kid, but he's like my little brother" you answered.

"Good. I would have pummeled him if he did anything to hurt you." Joe said, throwing his arm around you and turning on the TV.

"Oh calm down, macho man." you laughed, leaning into Joe.

The  two of you spent the rest of the evening catching up. Towards the end  of the night, the movie Friends With Benefits had been playing in the  background and it had caused your mind to wander a bit. You and Joe had  never done anything too sexual together, but you cuddled all the time  and you had definitely seen each other naked. You'd even shared a few  drunk kisses on nights out at the club, but you'd never let yourself  think that the two of you could date. Being snuggled against your very  attractive friend, you couldn't help but get a bit turned on while you  watched the explicit scenes play on the screen.

Your thoughts were interrupted by Joe. "We should head to bed. I'm falling asleep."

"Works  for me. Am I staying in the guest room?" you asked, hoping maybe you'd  have a little bit of alone time to take care of yourself.

"No way. You can't leave me alone." Joe laughed, kissing your cheek and pulling you up off of the couch.

"Oh,  alright. I'll come cuddle." You smiled at Joe. You were hoping to  release some tension, but you definitely loved cuddling with your best  friend.

After  getting changed into night clothes, you climbed into his bed. "I think  I'm going to take a quick shower." Joe said, walking to the bathroom  that was connected to his room.

Teasing your best friend, you called out "Have fun touching yourself!"

Joe laughed, but his cheeks turned bright red.

When  he finally closed the bathroom door, you realized you had a few minutes  to yourself. 'May as well give it a go' you thought, snuggling under  the covers and slipping your fingers under the fabric of your panties.  You had been turned on for about an hour, so when you slid your fingers  between your folds, you were already soaking wet. Starting to slowly rub  your fingers in your usual pattern, you tried to pull up your 'go to'  spank bank fantasies in your head...but all you could think about was  Joe. 'I can definitely work with this', you thought, sliding your other  hand up under your shirt to gently tease the skin of your breasts. You  were currently picturing Joe in the shower. The hot water rippling down  his incredibly fit body. His moans as his hand stroked his impressive  girth.

Joe  had just moaned your name in your little wank fantasy when you heard him  actually say your name. "Y/n." Joe called, peeking around the bathroom  door.

Being  startled back to reality, you quickly pulled your hands out from under  your clothing and scrambled to look like you weren't doing anything  dirty, you looked over at the bathroom door.

Joe had definitely just caught you. His mouth was hanging open and his eyes were wide. "Y/n." he said again.

"Shit."  you cursed, sitting up in the bed. "I'm so sorry, Joe. I should have  just waited until..." but you were interrupted by Joe.

"I  was going to ask you to get me a towel" Joe pointed at a stack of  towels right by the bed. "But I think I'll come get it myself." He said,  walking out of the bathroom naked and dripping wet. You couldn't help  but look him up and down. You noticed that he was, in fact, completely  hard. "I uh, tried taking a cold shower, but it didn't work, so maybe I  should take a page from your book and just take care of it."

You  didn't speak, but you nodded a yes to Joe. You didn't know what he had  in mind, but you were down with pretty much whatever he wanted to try.

He  was standing by the bed when he finished drying off with the towel.  "Can I watch you?" he asked, leaning down a bit to gently meet your lips  with his, his fingers circling his erection.

"Yeah." you replied, a bit breathless.

"By  the way, you were making irresistible noises when I caught you." Joe  said, throwing the blanket that was covering you to the other side of  the bed.

"Fuck, I didn't even realize." you answered. You were left in just your panties and one of Joe's shirts.

"I  watched you for a few seconds. I had decided to just go back into the  bathroom and do the same thing, but then I heard you moan my name." Joe  continued, separating your legs and kneeling between them. "What were  you thinking about?" he asked, leaning forward to kiss you again.

"Just you. In the shower." you answered, lifting Joe's shirt over your head and tossing it to the ground.

"I  love that you were thinking about me." Joe said, looking you up and  down. "You're gorgeous, y/n." Joe's hand was slowly pumping up and down  his dick. His other hand started playing with the waistband of your  panties. "I want to watch you get off."

"I  was imagining you jerking off in the shower." You smiled at Joe, laying  back down and lifting your hips so you could pull off the last piece of  clothing that you were wearing. Setting your feet back down on the bed  on either side of Joe, you let your legs fall open, your fingers sliding  down your body to continue where you left off.

"Fuck." Joe muttered, his eyes watching your every move.

Watching  Joe was incredibly hot and you could feel the burn starting to build in  your lower stomach already. "Joe, why did you try to take a cold  shower." you asked, wondering what got him turned on in the first place.

"I uh. We  were watching those sex scenes. And I could um... I could smell your  perfume and feel your body heat." Joe answered, half moaning. "I've  always thought you were sexy." he added.

"Me too. You, I mean. And the movie. I was turned on the whole time." You switched hands to give your other one a break.

"Y/n."  Joe moaned, leaning forward. He put one hand on the bed by your waist  to hold up his weight. "I want to know what you taste like." he said,  looking at the hand you had just been pleasuring yourself with.

That  definitely got to you, your fingers quickening their pace. You lifted  your wet fingers to Joe's lips and slowly slid them into his mouth one  at a time.

"You're delicious." Joe said, sucking every one of them clean.

"Fuck, Joe." you moaned.  You could feel your orgasm quickly building.

Joe knelt back on his knees and started stroking himself faster. "I'm almost there." he said, looking down at you.

You  threw your head back on the pillow, feeling your climax starting to  ripple through your body. "Joe." you moaned, continuing to slowly tease  yourself with your fingers while your other hand ran over the naked  flushed skin of your torso. "oh fuck." you said, your body jumping a bit  every time your fingers brushed over your now too sensitive clit.

"Jesus,  y/n." Joe panted, his body thrusting into his fist. Leaning forward to  hold his weight over your body, he groaned your name and came, his cum  falling in little lines across your tummy. "Fuck." he panted, trying to  catch his breath.

Your  chest was rising and falling quickly as you tried to catch your own  breath You slid two of your fingers through the mess he had left on your  skin and slowly lifted them to slide them past your lips. Sucking them  clean, you pulled them out of your mouth with a pop, Joe watching every  move you made. "You don't taste too bad yourself, Sugg."

"Holy shit, y/n." Joe said, letting his weight fall to lay on top of you.

"That was the best orgasm I've had in a long time." you laughed, gently tracing patterns into the skin of Joe's back.

"Can I confess something?" Joe asked, once the two of you had calmed completely down.

"Shoot." you answered.

"I've wanted to ask you out for a long time." he said, burying his face in your neck.

"Did the whole 'lets not ruin our friendship thing' stop you?" you asked, having felt the same way.

"Yeah,  but I have a feeling our friendship isn't going to be the same now  anyways." he laughed, lifting his head to look at you.

"I think not." you laughed, leaning up to capture Joe's lips in a kiss.

"Can we try being an us?" Joe asked before deepening the kiss.

"Definitely." you answered, smiling against his lips. "On one condition."

Holding his weight on his elbows, Joe looked down at you. "And what would that be?" he asked.

"That we shower." you laughed. "You left me all sticky."

Joe snorted and rolled off of you. "Deal." he said, pulling you out of the bed and to the bathroom.

[buttercream-imagines]

Sharing the Loneliness || All

all masterposts found here

pairing - buttercreams x reader word count - 1,037 warnings - none A/N -

summary - The one where the buttercreams help you through

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All through your life, you questioned why you learned certain things in school. Why was math important? Or geography? Or any of the other classes you took in high school? Sure, you could quote the pythagorean theorem and you could name most countries and their capitals, but you never learned the important things. You never learned how to talk a friend out of a panic attack or how to do your taxes, and you certainly never learned how to cope after losing your mom.

You felt so empty all the time. How were you expected to go on after one of the most important people in your life left you and would never come back? You never wanted to leave your bed. You were so tired and so lonely. Your mom was one of your best friends, and now she was just gone.

Your friends texted you everyday to check on you. You texted them back short responses, just to let them know you were alive. They wanted to help you, but they didn’t know how. You wouldn’t answer the phone calls they sent you, you never went out when they invited you, and you were having a hard time opening up to any of them.

Finally, a few weeks had passed and you heard a knock at your door. You paused the movie you were watching on Netflix and got up from the couch to answer it. On the other side of the door were the buttercreams. Joe was holding a few pizzas, Jack some bottles of beer, Byron a bag full of ice cream, and Caspar a stack of movies. “What are you doing here?” you asked, standing aside to let them in.

“You’ve been alone for so long,” Oli said gently, giving you a small hug, “we thought you could use some friends.”

You smiled softly and whispered your thanks to him and the others. You all gathered by your couch and stuffed your faces with pizza. You didn’t put on a movie at first. You just wanted to talk to them and let them make you laugh. It had been so long since you laughed. After a lull in the conversation, Caspar spoke. “How are you doing?” he asked gently. The smile that was on your face fell a bit and you shrugged.

“All things considered, I guess I’m doing okay,” you said. “It’s hard. It’s hard because when I’m going through the mourning process I keep wanting to talk to someone, but the person I would talk to is the person I lost. I miss her so much. Everyday I wake up and I reach for the phone to see if she texted me and obviously there’s never anything there. It feels like it happened so fast, like one day she was here and now she’s not.”

“I’m sorry, (Y/N),” Conor said gently, giving your arm a squeeze.

“It’s shitty because bad things are always going to happen,” Mikey said. “There’s no other way to spin it. The only thing that you can control is how you handle it. And that’s what we’re here for. We’re here to help you handle it, whatever that means.”

“I’ve been secluding myself,” you said quietly. “I’ve been pulling back and distancing myself from everyone, and then I complain that I’m lonely. I guess it’s because when I say I’m lonely, I’m thinking of her.”

“You know,” Byron said, “loneliness is a good thing to share with somebody.”

You couldn’t help but smile softly at him. He was the one sitting beside you so you laid your head on his shoulder just as you felt a tear roll down your cheek. “You know, when King Lear dies at the end of act five, do you know what Shakespeare writes?” None of the boys said anything. “He writes he dies. That’s it. He doesn’t write some big metaphor or some grand final words. He just writes he dies. And every time I read it, I know it’s only natural for me to feel this way. And it’s not because the words are so beautiful and profound, but it’s because of the life I read about prior to the words. And that’s what I keep thinking about. She died. She’s gone. And yeah, that makes me sad, but what’s really making me feel this way is remembering the life I saw before that.”

You hadn’t even realized you were crying until Jack handed you a box of tissues. You took it with a quiet thank you and blew your nose a bit. “I know what she would want me to do,” you continued, clearing your throat a bit. “She wouldn’t want me to sit around like this. It’s not like she would want me to be happy that she was gone, but she would want me to turn the page, you know? When Shakespeare wrote the death of King Lear, he didn’t expect everyone to stop reading. He expected us to turn the page and continue on. I guess that’s what she would want me to do too.”

“I’m sure she’s so proud of you right now,” Joe said gently. “And we are too. With all this shit you’re going through, you’re still so strong.”

“I sure don’t feel strong,” you mumbled honestly, running your fingers through your hair.

“And that’s okay,” Josh said. “No one expects you to feel strong and perfect right now. But just the fact that you’re still going proves to the rest of us that you’ve got the strength to keep going. And we’ll be here beside you through it all.”

“Thanks guys,” you whispered, wiping your nose with the back of your sleeve.

With a stronger beat in your heart, you cracked open a pint of ice cream and urged the boys to pick a movie to watch. As they argued over what to put on, you couldn’t help but feel an overwhelming sense of peace surround you. You knew your mom was somewhere watching you, and she always did love your friends. If you closed your eyes, you could see her smile and hear her voice whisper, I love you.

And so, you turned the page and penned a new chapter.

[peanutbuttercreamjelly]

Noise (Part Two) - Jack Maynard

Part One

Jack stood there dumbfounded after Y/N had left. He cleared his throat and closed the door, as he heard the girl he had taken home tonight call for him.

“Jack? I’m waiting, honey!”

He was surprised at how annoying she sounded to him now.

“Coming”, he called, desperately trying to remember her name. Seeing Y/N had somehow dazzled him a bit, for he had always noticed her and now she had been standing there, in front of his door, in nothing but pajama pants and a thin top. He could feel a shiver running down his spine as he thought of how her breasts had looked. She hadn’t worn a bra and he had found that very distracting, especially since he still was aroused from the previous action with the girl waiting in his bed. He couldn’t remember her name, as hard as he tried to.

He sighed, and went back to his bedroom. Maybe her name started with C. Or maybe not.

“Look, you have to leave”, he said, thinking of the girl that was trying to get some sleep underneath of him right now.

“But baby, we weren’t done, were we?”, she said and pouted. He found it ridiculous.

“Well, now we are and you can go now”, he said, losing the little patience that he had.

“But Jacky...”, she said and looked at him with something that he was pretty sure was supposed to be puppy eyes.

“I’m serious”, he said and reached for her underwear that he had thrown blindly in his room earlier. Finally, she moved and took his underwear from him, putting it on along with the rest of her clothes.

“We’ll finish that some other time, yeah?”, she said and reached for a pen that he had on his nightstand to write her number on his arm. He mentally rolled her eyes at her. As if he was going to call her.

When his apartment door finally fell shut, he sighed in relief.

Still, he kept thinking about Y/N. She had looked so sexy, in such an innocent way that Jack just couldn’t cope with it. He couldn’t get her out of his head, and as he tried to get some sleep himself, her face kept showing up whenever he closed his eyes. 

A few days later, he came back home from Joe’s flat as they had just filmed a video together. As he waited for the lift to arrive, he checked his instagram and that’s why he nearly bumped into someone when he heard the doors open.

“Sorry”, Jack said and looked up. He nearly gasped as he saw Y/N looking up at him too.

“Oh, hi”, Jack said and was confused at how giddy he suddenly felt inside.

“Hi”, Y/N said slighlty annoyed as she tried to walk past him.

“How did your exam go?”, he said quickly as he noticed that she was trying to leave.

She sighed. “I think I failed.”

“I’m sorry for being so... loud”, he said, suddenly feeling really bad. She had failed and it was his fault.

“It’s... it’s not your fault, okay? I mean, not entirely your fault. I should have studied more, but that won’t help now. I’ll know monday wether I passed or not.”

“I’ll keep my fingers crossed for you”, Jack said and smiled coyly.

“Thanks”, she said and Jack loved how she smiled back at him, even if it was just a little smile.

“Would you... let me pass now?”, she said and smirked at him, because he was still blocking her path.

“Oh, uh, yeah sure”, Jack rambled and stepped aside.

“See you”, Y/N said and walked near the front door of their building.

“Yeah, see you”, Jack said and felt that he was blushing. He took a deep breath and shook his head at how silly he was being before he got into the lift.

As monday came, Y/N kept sneaking into Jack’s mind at the most inappropriate times. He had to think of her when he was running late for a meeting, he thought about her when he actually was in a hurry to not miss the tube (which he did miss, so he had to wait) and finally, when he was actually supposed to film an intro to the video he had to edit in a rush for his main channel. But he just kept thinking about her, and Joe, who was filming the video with him, was tired of having him zone out all the time.

“What is it with you today, hm?”, he asked finally, as Jack just stopped mid-sentence.

„What?“, Jack asked as Joe snapped him out of his daze.

„Why are you so distracted all the time?”

Jack sighed. “I... There is this girl. Y/N.”

Jack didn’t look at Joe when he told him the full story, and by the end of it, he was blushing. It wasn’t like him at all to be swooning over somebody like this. Hell, he was the one that people where swooning about. When Joe was silent for a second, Jack finally looked up and met his gaze.

“I know, it’s pathetic.”

“No”, Joe disagreed, “it‘s not pathetic. If it’s so important to you wether she passed or not, why don’t you go down and ask her?”

“I can’t just go down, can I?”, Jack said coyly, and Joe thought that there weren’t many times that he had seen his friend like this.

“Look at you being all flustered”, Joe said, “she’s got to be special then.”

Jack blushed at that, because yes, she was special in such an irritating way that he still couldn’t understand.

“Now go, and then you can stop agonising.”

Reluctantly, Jack decided to get up and just go down to see her, because yes, Joe was right, and maybe when he knew, he could stop thinking about her.

He took the stairs because it was only one floor, and went up to her door. He paused, taking a deep breath before finally ringing her bell. He heard some shuffling before she finally opened her door.

“Oh, hi Jack”, Y/N said surprised before her lips turned into a slight smile. Jack noticed how something inside of him tingled once she said his name.

“Hi”, he said shyly and hoped that she couldn’t see how he started to blush.

“How was... did you get your results?”, he asked and scratched his hair at the back of his head because he wasn’t sure what to do with his hands. He was sure she noticed that he was blushing by now.

“Against all odds, I passed”, Y/N said and smiled, a real smile that even reached her eyes. Jack loved it.

“So you can stop feeling guilty now”, she continued and winked, making Jack notice a humorous glint in her eyes that he had never seen on her before.

“I wasn’t feeling guilty”, Jack said quickly and looked away from her.

“Oh, weren’t you?”, Y/N asked teasingly.

“Maybe a little”, Jack said, and looked back at her. She was still smiling, and he had to admit to himself that he liked her best when she smiled. It made her eyes light up in a very favourable way.

“So”, she said, “was that all you wanted to know?”

“Yes.... er no”, Jack rambled, “er, do you want to grab a coffee with me sometime?”

He mentally scolded himself for rambling around like that, it wasn’t like him and to be honest, it was really embarrassing.

“Like a date, you mean?”, Y/N asked with a cheeky glint in her eyes this time.

Jack took a deep breath. “Yes, like a date.”

“Yeah, I’d like to”, she answered, “in fact, I’m quite hungry right now, so maybe if you’re free, we could get dinner instead of a coffee?”

“Yeah, sure”, Jack said relieved, completely forgetting about Joe upstairs, who no doubt was waiting for him to come back and tell him about the girl.

“Cool”, Y/N said and grabbed a jacket and her keys.

Joe later texted Jack saying that he had taken his keys with him, because Jack had forgotten them.

[queenzoella]

[blakeyxholland]

Prompts!

Here are some prompts that you can use when requesting an imagine. However, you are more than welcome to request something else. Please check my fandoms list to see who I write for! Xx

FANDOMS

1.      “Are you kidding me right now?!”

2.      “I’m so in love with you!”

3.      “He’s dead.”

4.      “She’s dead

5.      “If we get caught I’m blaming you.”

6.      “Trust me.”

7.      “I think I forgot how to breathe.”

8.      “Did you just flick me?”

9.      “Is it a bad time to tell you I love you?”

10.   “I don’t trust you!”

11.   “You don’t have to be afraid anymore. I’ve got you, okay?”

12.   “Are we in a movie or something?”

13.   “I know you’ll be the death of me!”

14.   “Leave. NOW!”

15.   “You can’t fix this.”

16.   “Sorry isn’t good enough.”

17.   “Don’t die on me, please.”

18.   “Dance with me.”

19.   “I’m never leaving your side again.”

20.   “Not you again…”

21.   “I thought you loved me.”

22.   “I can’t believe you!”

23.   “I lost everything because of you.”

24.   “I’m going to keep you safe.”

25.   “I can’t lose you too!”

26.   “Of course I remembered!”

27.   “Catch me if you can!”

28.   “There’s only one bed…”

29.   “I can’t feel my legs!”

30.   “I care about you.”

31.   “This isn’t goodbye.”

32.   “Don’t cry.”

33.   “I can’t do this alone.”

34.   “I need you.”

35.   “You’re worth it.”

36.   “Don’t lie to me.”

37.   “Forget it.”

38.   “Stay a bit longer?”

39.   “You’re the one I wanna wake up next to.”

40.   “You make me happy.”

41.   “Make me.”

42.   “I hate how much I love you.”

43.   “Stop pretending you’re okay. I can read you like a book.”

44.   “You miss me?”

45.   “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

46.   “Sometimes I really don’t like you.”

47.   “What did I miss?”

48.   “You’re mine and I don’t share!”

49.   “You’re bleeding on my carpet!”

50.   “I never imagined myself in a wedding dress.”

51.   “And now I know why you never get drunk!”

52.   “Do you ever chill?”

53.   “Have you lost your mind?”

54.   “Can I kiss you one last time?”

55.   “Can I tell you a secret?”

56.   “This is all my fault!”

57.   “I’m not giving up on you. Not now, not ever!”

58.   “After the things I’ve done, I can’t look you in the eye.”

59.   “Did I hurt you?”

60.   “That’s impossible.”

61.   “Well I’m pretty irresistible.”

62.   “Why are you like this?”

63.   “Tragic!”

64.   “I need a place to stay.”

65.   “How is my wife more badass than me?”

66.   “I could punch you right now.”

67.   “RUN!”

68.   “I had a bad dream.”

69.   “I haven’t been okay for a long time.”

70.   “I keep seeing his face.”

71.   “If you asked, I would have stayed!”

72.   “Bet you didn’t see that coming!”

73.   “Oh get over yourself!”

74.   “That’s never going to happen!”

75.   “Damn when did ______ get hot?”

76.   “Were you ever going to tell me?”

77.   “Wait, are you asking me on a date?”

78.   “Without you, I am nothing!”

79.   “Just promise me you won’t forget me!”

80.   “Isn’t it obvious? I love you!”

81.   “Oh, so now you decide to turn up!”

82.   “Is this seat taken?”

83.   “You are not going out in that!”

84.   “I’m going to regret this.”

85.   “I’m just as shocked as you are!”

86.   “You don’t mean that.”

87.   “You’re staring again.”

88.   “That looked like it hurt.”

89.   “You talk too much.”

90.   “You scared the shit out of me!”

91.   “Okay but kiss me first.”

92.   “Is that my hoodie?”

93.   “All I ever wanted was you.”

94.   “You’re cute when you’re sleepy”

95.   “You were meant to watch him/her.”

96.   “You’re insane!”

97.   “Shut up and dance with me.”

98.   “I just need a cuddle.”

99.   “Did you just… agree with me?”

100. “You look…” “Stunning, I know. Can we go?”

[pezmanips]

                   ♡ joe sugg & kalani hilliker ♡ – requested by @unknowntoyou2205.

[mikrokosmo]

#idk who i would wanna be more in this situation

[littlepuddingsugg]

*sigh*

Alright guys, 

So I’ve decided that I'm not going to post imagines on this blog anymore. I haven’t been keeping up with this fandom and I can’t really find the time or the motivation to sit down and write. 

So instead of just deleting what was left of the requests, I’ve asked some writers if they'd want to take a few of these off my hands. 

@bouttogolinkurbitch and @buttercream-fanfic have taken a few so you can head other their blogs to check out their writings!

I still have about 4 requests left so feel free to message me if you’re interested in taking a few of these (I won’t reply until late tonight just an FYI). They’ll be yours to post on your own blog, I can give you a little shoutout if you’d like so people who sent in requests in know where there at now. 

This blog will still be around, I’ll still have my masterlist up and I’ll occasionally come on here and reblog some things I just won't be writing anymore. 

xx

[chocolatemillkk]

Darkest before the Dawn (JS+Buttercream)

Request: one without a y/n or character or anything, literally just the buttercreams- with super depressed joe??? like he’s withdrawing and insecure n anxious and shit and they’re all getting more and more worried and have meetings without joe to discuss how to help, and joe finds them one day? and he’s a mess and v skinny n tired n crying and they all comfort him but he hates accepting help as we all know...happy ending

It was a little different to write w/o a main reader because I wanted to try to get the boys' perspectives so i hope it's not completely terrible?¿ 😟 Thanks for the fresh idea though! :)

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Caspar had been glancing at his friend all evening, wondering how exactly to order his words for his message to get through. He found that oftentimes, his words were misinterpreted, he was too brash or too blunt, and he definitely did not want to be too brash or too blunt with Joe. Especially now.

Joe was always a skinny guy but the boys hadn't seen Joe in this state before. Joe was lacking his usual enthusiasm, not returning the boys' banter, and looking tired all the time. His bags were grey, his prided hair was flat and dull, and his body was reminiscent of an malnourished boy. It didn't make for a very pretty picture.

"Maybe it's a phase," Jack offers after Joe leaves early to go home. Jack bites his lip, however, betraying his true worry.

"Mate, even if it is we still have to do something about it." Conor looks at his brother like he's an idiot.

"He's withdrawing from us and we have to show up at his house to get him to come out!" Caspar points out. "He seems very tense and anxious I'm worried guys."

"But he hasn't said anything," Jack says. "Shouldn't we respect his space?"

"Fuck his space!" Caspar shouts. Too bluntly, too brash.

"If we give him space he's never going to ask for help. We know Joe enough to know that." Josh sighs. "We need like an intervention."

"He'll feel under attack," Jack points out.

"How about I try talking to him first. Then one of you can have a go too," Caspar suggests and the boys agree.

So Caspar shows up to Joe's on a random Thursday evening with a case of beer and a few video games from his own collection.

"Caspar I'm not feeling too well," Joe tries to lie his way out of it but since Caspar was already there, he enters uninvited.

"Soo," Caspar says after a couple rounds of the game. He notices Joe picking at his thumb, fidgeting and uneasy. "Joe I'm concerned about your recent behaviour."

"I'm fine," Joe says immediately. "Nothing's wrong mate."

"You don't look like you're well," Caspar ignores Joe. "Do you want to talk about it? Are you stressed about something?"

"Aren't we always stressed about something?" Joe tries to change the subject with a laugh but Caspar is unrelenting.

"Buddy, I don't want to force you to answer but I'm here okay?"

Joe goes quiet and fiddles with his game joystick. Caspar watches his best friend swallow hard. "Thanks, should we go for another round?"

So that's what the two do.

Jack goes next, he calls Joe eight times the next day but he doesn't pick up once. He texts him too until he responds.

Joe: Feeling unwell. Maybe another time.

Joe was withdrawing from everyone else and that wasn't good.

Jack: Just come out with the gang. We haven't seen you in a while

Joe: You lot will have more fun without me anyway so just go on

Jack: What are you on about we miss you when you keep staying home

Joe: I'm busy.

Jack knew he pushes too hard. Damn.

Josh's tactic was to call Joe and Uber and have him delivered right to his doorstep. Joe showed up at his flat with messy hair, looking upset. But he doesn't say anything. He finds a spot on the couch and sinks further and further in as the night goes on, nursing a single beer and zoning out to the boys around him. The boys exchange many worried glances.

"Hey Joe wanna hear my new single?" Conor flops down beside him, invading his space and forcing Joe out of his fog.

"What?" Joe asks.

So in the most awful voice Conor can muster he begins to sing, "I've got a friend Joe and he's feeling pretty low and I dunno..." Conor peeks at Joe but he doesn't crack a smile.

"Reckon that needs some work," Joe sighs and picks himself up. He walks off to the bathroom.

"What the hell was that?" Jack glares at his brother.

"What? That usually makes him laugh."

"Well he's obviously not in the laughing mood," Jack rolls his eyes.

"Why's he in this mood?" Mikey asks.

"If we knew we would be doing something about it wouldn't we?" Jack snaps.

"We just need to force it out of him now," Caspar thinks.

"Did you see how skinny he's gotten?" Mikey asks.

"We should sit him down." Caspar reitterates.

The room goes silent as the boys ponder the task at hand. Joe walks into the heavy silence and looks around confused.

"Joe you need our help," Caspar tries a new angle.

"What?" Mikey shakes his head.

"That sounded really appealing Caspar," Josh rolls his eyes.

"I don't get it," Joe stays in place.

"Mate you look terrible," Conor tries but once again everything they say comes out wrong.

"Thanks for reminding me," Joe says drily. "Maybe I'll call it a night."

"Wait," all the boys try to get him to stay but there are too many voices at once.

"Joe we know you're feeling down and anxious but you have to talk to us!" Caspar tugs Joe's arm.

"You can't be so bloody stubborn all the time!" Jack shouts out.

"I can't talk about it right now," Joe moves to leave.

"You can't or won't?" Caspar shows concern for his best friend. But Joe turns his face away, he was tired and he was going back home. They wouldn't understand anyway.

•••

Joe slipped under covers when he went home. The night sky turns to dawn which turns to day which sets into the afternoon, dusk, and back to the night sky. Joe only gets up once through the changes. Another cycle goes by and another. And none of the boys reach out to Joe. They snap him when they hang out, an indirect invitation to come along. But they leave him be.

Joe lays under his covers, he was stressed and depressed again. The last time he was like this it took his old roomate Caspar to pull him out but even Caspar couldn't help now.

Joe thought a lot. He overthought a lot too. About his work and his friends and what he meant to them. He thought about how disappointed his viewers must be that he'd missed last week's upload or how he always managed to disappoint his friends. No body understood him anyway.

On the Thursday, it was time for Joe to step out of the house. All his food was gone and he was running out of toilet paper. One foot after the other, he drags himself to a Tesco. That's where he bumps into a few of his viewers.

"Oh my gosh it's Joe," one of them tells her friend as they approach him. Joe wished so hard the invisibility cloak existed so he could wrap himself in it. Instead, he paints on a pleasant expression and greets them.

"You missed your last upload!" The other says. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah," Joe lies through his teeth. "I'm sorry about that I'll be back this week!"

Joe takes a selfie with them and forgets the toilet paper and the groceries. He rushes out of the Tesco and stands in the middle of the sidewalk, trying to ground himself.

An Uber, he needed to call an Uber.

But it takes twice as long to actually get his phone out and by the time he's pinpointed where he needs to go and gotten the Uber the tears are already spilling onto his cheeks. His driver simply hands him a tissue and drives him to the complex he requested.

The boys are gathered playing video games when Joe knocks on the door. Conor is the one to get it and when he sees a pitiful Joe sniffling outside the door he pulls him in and guides him to the living room.

"Joe," Josh pauses the video and everyone watches Joe sit on the sofa.

"I can't keep doing this guys. I'm just so tired all the time and I can't keep up and you lot...I keep letting you down and I'm letting myself down too and I know you want to help but it's so hard to accept it I-I'm not well you were right but I don't know what to do."

"Aw mate," Jack is the first to lean over and wrap Joe in a hug. So of course, Conor leans against his brother and joins. Mikey comes around and wraps his arms around the whole group. Josh gets up from his seat and with his force they all stumble and land in a heap on top of Joe, still hugging him.

Caspar walks out of the bathroom to see the pile up of his friends on top of a smiling Joe-a rare sight in the last few weeks.

"Joe!" He shouts and flops down on top of everyone.

A chorus of groans ring out as the boys are squished and Joe shouts out in pain from the crushing weight on his body. But it's also as if the pressure of all the love around him finally grounds him-it finally shifts his perspective after weeks of darkness. And even though there was a long long way to go, Joe finally saw it. There, right on the horizon of his dark days was a faint light; small but warm and welcoming.

[oh-ishouldnt]

Ship 15.

Hi! My name is Cali and I know your doing ship requests and I would like one. I'm 5'3, I have brown hair and brown eyes, although I do tend to dye the tips of my hair different colors. I enjoy playing tennis, history, music, cooking, going to concerts and Netflix. I have a really loud laugh, and I'm super outgoing almost to the point where I annoy people sometimes; I'm extremly sarcastic. I also really love my dog a lot. I hope that's enough!

(cont.) Okay I just realized, I'm and idiot and forgot to mention where I was from (buttercream ship for Cali) I'm from a small town in New York, near Canada. Sorry for forgetting!

》 Buttercream ship requests can be made here - 1/10

Pouring rain

“Wait! Hold the ele-lift!” You asked as you ran to the lift, determined to not wait for the next ride on it since you were soaking wet.

Elevator? Does anyone in this town call it ‘elevator’? It is ‘lift’ here... Right, ‘lift’. Britsh people aren’t just peculiar? Oh, fuck it, Cali, whatever.

“Oh, wow.” The other person on the metal box exclaimed, seeing your state after your action movie scene with the doors closing.

“Thank you.” You said out of breath.

“You are welcome.” The strange said and you looked up to see who he was, your jaw dropped. “Nice weather today, huh?” He joked.

You cleared your throat a little, trying to keep things cool. Relax, you just found out that Joe Sugg lives in your building, so what? He is a human being, he needs to have somewhere to live. “Yeah, l feel like it isn’t fair what they say about England having a bad weather. What do people mean by that? It is great! And, with my luck, I only have nice, sunny afternoons, you know?”

Joe laughed and agreed with you. “Yeah, of course.”

Then the silence fell and you two started to look around as strangers do on a lift, maybe you should start talking about something, about how you were in London and you came from the US... But when you opened your mouth, Joe noticed there was only one butter pressed on the lift panel. “Oh, what is your floor?”

“21.” You answered and watched him press the button. “Thank you.”

“Sorry about the weather, by the way.” He said and you looked at him. “To be fair, I hate the weather around here as well.”

“Why are you apologizing when it is not your fault?” You found that odd.

“Hum... I don’t know.” Joe gave a weak laugh. “Maybe it is because you are foreign and I feel like I should say sorry in the name of my country? I don’t know really. Sorry, I just don’t know what to say in lifts.”

You laughed out loud, something that Joe joined you just because he couldn’t resist. Loud laughs were contagious.

“Fine, I will take your apologies.” You told him. “I know that I’m complaining and stuff, but it isn’t like where I live I have much nicer weather, I’m from the North part of US, so it can get cold when it wants to!”

“That’s cool.”Joe commented and, as you saw on the little monitor, you were almost on your floor.

You heard a dog’s bark when the doors of the elevator opened.

“And this is my dog saying hello and trying to make my neighbours sue me” you sighed, taking your keys to open your front door.

“Relax, I can’t hear it.” Joe said and you looked at him, he smiled and pointed to the other button that was pressed. You didn’t notice at first but it was the ‘22′ that was pressed.

“Oh, nice to meet you neighbour!” You exclaimed excitedly, forgetting you seemed like you jumped on a pool with your clothes on and just went straight to your home.

“Hi.”

“Hope to see you around more often!” You told him.

“I hope as well.” Joe smirked and the elevator doors closed.

[imagineabuttercream]

I'll Be Your Date - (Josh x reader)

This was requested by a friend on tumblr, so the reader's attributes are a bit specific. She, like me, is almost 6 foot tall and curvy, so this is written around that. Totally fine to skip this one if you don't think you'll enjoy it.

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This year had been crazy. You had helped your friend Louise Pentland (SprinkleOfGlitter) start her plus size clothing line and now the clothes were going to be released!

"This is mental." Louise was running around and panicking, trying to pick a dress for the premier of her line. You two had a week to throw the last few details together.

"Love, calm down. You designed BEAUTIFUL clothes and soooo many girls have been waiting for cute clothes that actually fit them. Bitch, I'VE been waiting for this." you laughed, pulling Louise into your arms. "It's going to be perfect."

"I love that you're taller than me." she said, laying her head on your chest. "Boobs are so comfortable." you both laughed.

"And now I have clothes that will make them look great!" you added, letting her go.

"I just can't pick what to wear. These photos will be used in magazines and ads and I want everything to be perfect." she said, sitting down on the ground in the middle of like twelve dresses.

"Well, I know you want to wear that pink Holographic dress." you said, pointing out the dress she had hanging up in her office.

"It's just so over the top!" she replied.

"So. You're kind of over the top, love." you laughed. "You already told me I have to wear heels. I vote I be freakishly tall and you be freakishly vibrant."

Staring over at the beautiful dress, you could tell she was thinking. "Alright. I'm in. But you absolutely will be wearing heels. This line is about being accepting of who you are and you are a giant." She pointed over at a shelf full of shoes.

"Perfect. Now let's pick my dress out." you replied, helping Louise up off of the floor.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_

Later that evening, Joe Sugg had invited the two of you over to his new house for dinner. He was so proud of Louise and wanted her to have a night in full of wine and good times.

"Louise! What are we supposed to wear to Joe's?" you called out of her guest room.

"Jeans. Definitely casual. He's inviting over some other people, but he said we're staying in and drinking." she yelled back.

"My kind of evening." you replied, grabbing a pair of dark blue skinny jeans and a cute shimmery black top.

"By the way, you still need to pick a date for the premier." she said, walking into the room. "Oh, you look cute."

"Good, because I feel comfortable." you replied.

"You know what, you should wear your heels tonight with that. Get used to wearing them. Plus, you can take them off when you get there, if you want."  she said.

"Oooh, good idea. Make sure I can actually walk in them" you said, slipping them on. Being almost 6 foot tall without shoes is tough enough. Your shoes made you stand at about 6 foot 3.

"I feel quite tall compared to most people." Louise said, coming to stand next to you in front of the mirror. "I feel like a tiny child when I stand next to you."

"I think most people do." you laughed. "Lets order the Uber. I'm ready for a good time."

You arrived at Joe's a bit earlier than you had expected. "Welcome, ladies." Joe hugged both of you. "Y/n you are giving a whole new meaning to tall glass of water."

"Keep the heels on for a bit, y/n. Get used to them." Louise said, telling Joe she was making you wear them for the premier.

"I know you'll both look incredible." Joe said, leading you through the house. Giving you a house tour, he ended in the spare room. "If you two don't want to trek home tonight, you're totally free to crash in here."

"Your house is beautiful." you complimented.

"It's weird living alone. I think I have guests over more nights than not." He replied.

"Well you've got us for the night." Louise replied, tackling him onto the bed.

"Well I'm a lucky lad, then." he laughed, throwing his arms around Louise. "Lets go get the party started."

The three of you were in the kitchen enjoying some wine when the door bell rang. "That must be the food." Joe said.

"I'll grab it." you replied, setting your glass down. Opening the door, you were greeted with something other than food. "Hey!" you called, stepping aside so a few of Joe's friends could enter.

"You must be Y/n." Jack said, introducing himself and hugging you.

"Y/n!" Caspar called out, almost tackling you. "You look beautiful." he said, kissing you on the cheek.

"Awww, you're such a flirt." you replied, blushing. You and Caspar had met through Joe, but you hadn't actually met any of the other boys. You only knew them from their videos.

"He really is." Josh said, watching you and Caspar, the other boys trailing in behind him.

"Oh, don't I know it." you laughed, waving at everyone. "I'm Y/n."

"They know who you are." Caspar said, his arm still hanging over your shoulders. "We've been taking bets on whether or not you and Louise will let us film a few videos tonight."

"Ah, need some women to break up the sausage party?" you teased, poking and tickling Caspar in the side.

Giggling, Caspar tried to dodge your tickles. Josh added, "I mean, we'll definitely get more views."

"Well, I'm down. Just need to make sure Louise is good with it." you said, leading the boys into the kitchen.

Watching Louise and Joe greet everyone, Josh walked up to you. "Hey, I'm Josh." he said with his hand out.

"I watch your videos!" you blurted out, realizing you sounded really cringey and hearing him laugh. "Well, now that I've made this awkward, I think we're beyond hand shakes." you added, hugging him.

"I prefer hugs anyways." he added, hugging you back.

"Oh my god, Y/n. You're not the tallest person here! Even in your shoes!" Louise teased you.

"I know. I'm just as shocked as you." you laughed. "Have the boys convinced you to be in their videos yet?"

"Yeah, yeah. I told them I have to get a bit drunk first, but I'm totally in." she replied. "We also get to pick two of them to give make-overs to for my channel.

The night continued on and only got better and better. You had played a few games for the boy's videos and now you were going to drunkenly put make-up on Josh and Caspar.

"I'm not the best at this when I'm sober." you laughed, coming to sit in front of Josh.

"That's okay, you don't need make-up anyways." Josh replied, making you smile and blush.

The boys all oooooooh'd Josh for his comment. Joe popping in front of the camera to say "Apparently Josh is a brave drunk. Who knew?" earning laughs from everyone.

"You both have beautiful eyes." Louise said, finishing up Caspar's eye shadow.

"Right?" you replied. "I wish my eye lashes were this long."

You were putting the last few touches on their make-up before the big reveal and you were proud of how this actually turned out. "I've always said Caspar could pass as a woman." Josh laughed.

"Hold still." you scolded him. "I'm trying to do your lip-stick."

"Okay, are you guys ready?" Louise asked. "Drum-roll please!" The boys all making horrible and poorly done drum noises.

"Tada!" you said, the boys turning to face the camera.

"I hate to say this, but they both actually look good." Conor said, laughing.

Looking at each other, Caspar and Josh busted up laughing. "You girls did a good job." Caspar said, hugging Louise.

"I didn't know my eyes could look like this." Josh said, looking in a mirror.

As Louise was doing her outro, everybody in the room piled into frame. She told everyone to go to their channels for more videos you two were in and waved to the camera. Josh and Caspar both kissed your cheeks leaving big red lipstick marks.

"That's going to make a great outro." Louise laughed.

"There's lipstick all over my face now, huh?" you asked Josh.

"Not nearly as much as is still left on mine." he laughed.

"Come on, I'll help you clean it off." you led Josh to the spare room bathroom, grabbing some make-up remover.

While you two were away, Caspar told Louise he thought Josh liked you. "That's perfect!" Louise replied. "They should go to the premier together!"

"Awww, they're going to tower over everyone there. It's perfect." Joe laughed, coming to sit by Lousie. "How are you going to get them to talk about it, though?"

"Why doesn't someone ask who she's bringing when they come back!" She replied.

"I can hear them walking back. Hush." Caspar replied.

"Are you going to leave your make-up on?" you asked Caspar, coming back into the room.

"Well no one volunteered to help me!" He fake pouted. "You must like Josh more than me."

"Casp, your fake tantrums don't work on me." you laughed, grabbing another drink.

"Are you guys doing your own make-up and stuff for the premier?" Joe asked.

Louise answered quickly before you could reply. "No, we have a stylist coming to do our hair and make-up. We just picked our dresses today, actually."

"Her dress is gorgeous." you added.

"So is yours. Now you just need a date." Louise replied, looking at Joe to say something next.

"Have you not asked anybody?" Joe asked.

"Oh, come on. I told you I'll ask someone, just let me forget about it for a night?" you replied.

"I refuse to have you walking the carpet by yourself!" Louise said, adding more wine to your glass.

You eyed Louise and Joe. "You planned this ambush, didn't you?"

Putting his hands up, Joe blamed Louise. "It's all her."

"Thanks alot, Joe!" she complained.

"Guys, I promise I'll find a date." you assured them.

Downing his wine, Josh cleared his through. "If it helps, I'd love to be your date."

Looking up at Josh, you couldn't help but smile. "Really?" you asked, hoping he was serious.

"Absolutely. I get to have a beautiful woman on my arm all night. Why wouldn't I?" he replied.

"You are too sweet. And I'm definitely taking you up on it." you said, standing up to hug him. "Thank you."

That earned you two a round of "Awwwwww" from everyone in the room.

"I think tonight is exactly what we needed." Lousie added

Looking up at Josh, you replied. "I have to agree."

[buttercream-imagines]

dodie Series || Joe

all masterposts found here

pairing - Joe x reader [ft Zoe Sugg] word count - 879 warnings - none A/N -

summary - The one based off of Would You Be So Kind?

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You were spending the night at Zoe and Alfie’s. You met the pair back in 2013 along with a lot of other British YouTubers who were big at the time. Now, even though the main “YouTube Crew” somewhat disbanded, you and Zoe remained as close as ever. Not to mention the outrageous crush you had on her brother brought you two closer as well. Zoe was who you went to with boy problems, even when the boy problems revolved around Joe.

It was late 2015 when you fell for the younger Sugg, and early 2016 when you decided to put yourself out there and tell him. The feelings, however, weren’t reciprocated. Luckily you and Joe remained friends, but you were left always wanting more. Always wondering if more would ever happen.

On the night of your sleepover, you and Zoe were hanging out in the sun room, looking up at the stars through the glass ceiling above you. Alfie had gone out for the night, so you and Zoe were able to chat about anything without him overhearing. Not that you didn’t trust Alfie, but some things were just for Zoe’s ears. You were lounging out, your head resting on the arm of couch. Zoe was sitting on the other end, Nala in her lap and her phone in her hand. “Alfie’s on his way back,” she said suddenly.

“Cool,” you responded, staring still up at the sky absentmindedly.

“He’s bringing Joe.”

You sat up and looked at Zoe. “Really?” you asked. “Why?”

“I don’t know,” she said sarcastically, “because they’re friends?”

“Shut up,” you laughed. With a sigh, you added, “Has he said anything about me?”

“You know we don’t talk about that kind of stuff,” Zoe said gently.

“I know,” you mumbled. “I was just wondering.”

“I still think you should just talk to him again,” Zoe said. She had been trying to get you to restate your feelings for her brother for a while now, but you were too nervous to get shot down- again.

“Yeah?” you scoffed. “And say what? I have a strange question. How are your lungs? Are they in pain?”

“What?”

“Cuz mine are aching,” you groaned. “And I think I know why. It’s because of him. It’s like whenever I think about him I can’t breathe. To be honest, I kind of like it though.”

“You’re so weird,” Zoe laughed.

“And after I’ve asked him about his lungs,” you continued, laughing as well, “I’ll say Would you be so kind as to fall in love with me?” You jumped up onto the couch, putting your hand on your heart dramatically. “I know you know that I like you but that’s not enough! So, if you would, please fall in love with me!”

Zoe laughed and you jumped off the couch, doing a spin in the middle of the room. “Then I’ll say, Let’s write a story,” you said, “so you can be in my book. You’ve got to join me on my page!”

“Okay, okay,” Zoe said, “and what if he says he needs time?”

“He needs time?” you scoffed. “I’d say let’s swap chests today! That might help you decide.”

You laughed again and fell back onto the couch. “And then,” you sighed, “once I’ve said all that, I’ll give him one final plea. I’ll just look at him and say, Can you do me one favor? Can your heart rate rise a little? Just a little, you know? Just enough so he can kind of get how I feel. Is that too much to ask?”

“You’re so in love with him,” Zoe laughed.

“I know,” you said, covering your face with your hands. “It’s pathetic, right? He must think I’m insane.”

“Not pathetic,” Zoe said. “I think it’s sweet. And like I said, I think you should just talk to him again. Maybe don’t say all of that, but say something. Just to see what he’s thinking.” You gave Zoe a wary look.

“Do you have any idea what he’s thinking?”

“I’m thinking that I waited way too long to tell you that my lungs are in pain too.”

You looked up at Joe so quickly that you nearly fell off the couch. Zoe covered her mouth to hide a giggle and you sent her a glare. “C’mon Zo,” Alfie said. “I don’t think we need to overhear this.” Zoe nodded with a smile and left you alone to chat with Joe. As soon as they were gone, Joe sat beside you and gave you a shy smile.

“How long have you felt this way?” you asked him. “When I last told you, you told me you weren’t interested.”

“I didn’t say I wasn’t interested,” Joe said. “I said I wasn’t ready.”

“And now?” you almost whispered. Joe smiled and laid a hand on your cheek.

“I’ve never been more ready for anything in my life.”

So, Joe pressed his lips against yours, letting his hands rest gently on your cheeks. You smiled behind the kiss and kissed him back, laying your hands on top of his. When you pulled away, Joe took your hand in his and placed it on his chest. You could feel his steady heartbeat. He smiled.

“You made my heart rate rise a little.”

[peanutbuttercreamjelly]

Red Wine: Pillow Talk - Conor Maynard

Another part of the Red Wine Series! I am not going to write this series in a chronological order, so don’t be surprised, they have been dating for a longer time in this one.

This is actually the first part that I had written for this series. To be continued...

Warning: Mentions of NSFW

Word Count: 1.320

Their ragged breath mingled when he finally collapsed on her. Their skin was sticky and hot, but Conor didn’t mind. He lazily kissed her on her boob, for it was the closest that he could reach without having to move his head. She lightly giggled at that. He loved how he could hear her heart beat, still very fast from their previous action.

“That was… something else”, Vee summed it up as they had eventually caught their breaths. Her hands had found their way in Conor’s hair, making him hum in content.

“Yeah”, he agreed a little sleepily. “Wait here, ‘m gonna get you cleaned up, love”, he said and went to the bathroom to get a wet washcloth, cleaning her up from the mess they had made.

“Thanks baby”, she said and cupped his cheek, pulling him in for another tender kiss on the lip. Conor quickly brought the cloth back to the bathroom, throwing one of his shirts and a pair of fresh knickers at her as he returned. She caught it with ease and slipped it on. He pouted a little since the material now deprived him of one of his favourite views: her naked body. But seeing her wear his clothes, especially in this fucked out state with her face all flushed and her hair a mess, no doubt created by his own hands, made up for it. Almost.

Vee lifted up the duvet a little so he could easily slip beneath it after he had put on his boxers as well. The both of them didn’t like sleeping naked in hotel beds, although they loved it at home.

She wrapped her arms around him as soon as his back hit the mattress. Conor chuckled lightly. “Someone’s clingy”, he said before he pressed a kiss to the top of her head. She hummed and burried her head even deeper in his chest, making him embrace her, too.

“Telly?”, he asked.

“Sure. Maybe that award show’s still on”, she said. “If we don’t show up in person we could watch it at least.” She repositioned herself so she could see the screen, while Conor turned on the telly.

“Best decision to stay in”, he mumbled. They might have ditched the award show for some rather urgent business they had to finish. The show was indeed still on, the category where Conor had been nominated but didn’t win were already through, but now Vee’s categories were on.

“And the best female single goes to… Ariana Grande”, the presenter said.

“Well, no luck for me today”, Vee said, shrugging her shoulders, as the ‘best female vlogger’ was also not her.

“Never actually understood the point of going to a show when you already know you didn’t win”, Conor said.

“True. And then they tell you to act suprised and all. I think our evening was way more enjoyable than theirs”, Vee said before she stole another peck from Conor’s lips.

Conor turned the TV off as they know showed part of the interviews with nominees and winners. Vee was already half-asleep, but he couldn’t blame her, she had only arrived yesterday and her flight back home to London was leaving in about nine hours. So he cuddled close to her, holding her tight for as long as he could, before their busy lives would separate them for another couple of weeks.

“Conor?”, she said, the lack of sleep clearly evident in her voice.

“Yes baby?”

“I miss us making love”, she said, stirring a bit to readjust her position against him.

“But we just did, didn’t we?”, Conor asked confused.

“Hmm… we just had sex. But we didn’t actually made love. Do you remember how, when we both had a month off in London, we could actually take our time because we knew we’d have each other for a whole month?”

Conor slowly understood what she was getting at. They barely saw each other these days, and when they actually did meet in person and not via facetime or the phone, their need for each other was so big, so unbearable that they could barely make it to their hotel room before their clothes were scattered all over the place. Round two was a bit more gentle, but still they both knew that they only had a few hours before one of them had to leave for a concert, or an interview, or to the studio, or fly to the other side of the world. It was still desperate, clingy sex, chasing their high because they wouldn’t have the chance to make the other feel this good in a few weeks.

However, when they were both at the same place for a few weeks, which didn’t happen that often these days because of both their careers, they knew they could do it whenever they wanted. There was no need to rush things, there was no flight to catch, they could just enjoy each other or they could just choose to cuddle, since this couldn’t be considered a wasted opportunity. The more he thought about it, the more he missed it too.

“Don’t get me wrong”, Vee said as Conor had been silent for a little while, “I love having sex with you either way. Really, you make me feel so damn good, but… God, I just miss having you all to myself for a little while without having to leave in a few hours. You know, when it doesn’t matter if we don’t get off because we have plenty of time for it.”

“Nevermind, I shouldn’t have said anything”, she added, when Conor still didn’t answer, clearly misinterpreting his silence.

“No baby”, he quickly said, “it’s just… I was just thinking about it.”  

He wouldn’t tell her, but he was surprised that she even told him. She usually wasn’t one to talk about sex. She was really into having sex, but she was still uncomfortable talking about it, even after the year that they had been dating. So he was doing everything that he could to encourage her, when she did talk about it.

“I guess you’re right. Don’t even remember when I ran you the last bath”, he continued, referring to their ritual when they were both at home. Every sunday morning, they’d share a bath, most likely having that end up in having sex or at least making out and then have a nice homemade breakfast. Conor let his hand run up and down her back in slow strokes.

“Must have been ages ago”, she giggled. “Miss that, too.” She snuggled herself even closer to him.

“ ‘s gonna be the first thing we’ll do when we’re both home again, I promise”, he mumbled before kissing her hairline.

“And then we’re gonna be making love”, Vee mumbled into his chest, her words a bit mushed together both because Conor’s chest muffled the sound and because she was getting really tired.

“Yes”, he mumbled in content as he watched his love drift off to a much needed slumber.

He really needed to figure something out. Talking about all those lazy times they had spent with each other really got him to miss out on those, and although he had Vee right here in his arms, peacefully asleep, he felt like it had been a long time since he had seen her fully relaxed and totally at ease. He missed having her laugh in the most carefree way, he missed having her completely comfortable in their own house, in their own bed.

He carefully reached over to get his phone from the nightstand without shuffling too much, but Vee was still fast asleep when he had finally got hold of it. He typed in a quick text to his manager, saying that he had to talk to him about something important the next morning, so he wouldn’t forget. He was sure that his and Vee’s manager would be able to figure something out.

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Jack Maynard - Flowers

Prompt(s): “Stop being so cute!”

Requested: Yess

Warnings: I don’t think so

A/N: I have a new prompt list check it outttt! Hope you like this!

Word Count: 1171

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but you can request an imagine without a prompt if you would like xx

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It was Saturday morning 11:30, “He’ll be here soon” you thought to yourself.

The elevator stopped on the floor you knew the boy with dirty blonde hair lived on. Someone got off the elevator so you were currently all alone and as usual he didn’t turn up until the doors began to shut.

“Almost missed!” He laughed as he ran onto the elevator. 

“So unlike you” You replied and rolled your eyes.

This was the conversation you had almost every Saturday morning since you moved into this apartment block.

“So plans for today?” You asked as the elevator doors closed, like you hadn’t had this conversation a million times and his plan were the same every Saturday. Eat breakfast, go see friends, work then getting really drunk.

Despite talking to him every week the only thing you knew about him was his Saturday routine. Neither of you had ever actually exchanged names.

“Well I was thinking about doing something different today” He laughed “...Yeah never going to happen.”

“May I ask why every time I see you you’re holding a bunch of flowers?” He asked and gestured towards the gorgeous purple flowers you had just bought.

“It’s my thing, I buy a new bunch of flowers every week.” You answered as the elevator doors opened on the ground floor.

“Well see ya” He said as you both got of the elevator.

“Bye!” You replied.

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You were stood outside the elevator doors later that day waiting for the it to arrive when you heard a familiar voice behind you.

“Hey flower girl!” You turn around to see the boy from the elevator with a bunch of people who you were guessing where his friends.

“Hey” You laughed.

“Look I actually have friends” He said and gestured to the people stood with him.

“I’m surprised” You teased which made all his friends laugh.

He smiled.

Then suddenly the elevator doors opened. You all managed to fit into one elevator.

“Hey so I’m having a bit of a party at my apartment at about 10:30, come round?” He asked shyly.

“Sure” You replied.

You were trying to play it cool but really you were really excited to be invited to this party, to get to know him more.

“Cor, Jack on the pull” One of his friends said.

As he was leaving you realised you didn’t know which apartment lived in.

“Wait!” You said loudly and he turned around “Which apartment?”

“Number 44″ He replied as the doors closed between you.

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You looked at the clock on your wall and realised it was 11pm. Crap you were late! You quickly shoved on your converse and ran out the door, you hadn’t really dressed up, you were wearing ripped jeans and a cute top.

When you arrived on Jack floor and began walking down the corridor to his apartment you could hear the music that was being blasted.

“Well at least I won’t go to the wrong apartment” You thought.

You knocked on the door and almost as soon as you knocked the door was swung open by Jack who was holding a can of beer and looked tipsy.

“Flower girl! I thought you weren’t coming, it’s my thing to be late no yours!” He laughed.

“I’m fashionably late” You laughed.

“Anyway come in!” He held the door open for you.

You walked in and looked around. There were tons of people dancing, making out, and drinking a lot. There was a ton of alcohol laid out on the kitchen worktops.

“Wow I thought you said a small party?” You laughed, shocked by the amount of people in his small apartment.

“I have a lot of friends” He winked and you rolled your eyes.

He walked into his living room where most of the people were and you followed.

“Hey guys flower girls here!!!” He announced to the room.

“Y/n, my name is y/n” You corrected.

Not many people seemed to care you were there other than the boys you had seen earlier.

“Hey” A few of them said and nodded at you.

“Y/n?” Jack said.

“Yes and you’re Jack right?” You asked.

“How do-” 

“Your friend said earlier, I’m not a stalker I promise” You laughed.

“Well y/n this is Mikey, Joe, Oli, Josh, Caspar, Byron and my brother Conor” He introduced you.

“Wait you guys know each other but you don’t know each others names?” Joe laughed.

“It’s complicated” Jack replied.

“Lets go get you a drink” He said and dragged you towards the kitchen.

That was the first drink of many more. You had a great time, drank a lot and danced with Jack a lot. Jack had drank a lot less than you and was only tipsy. He had said he was trying to be ‘responsible’.

You were currently sat on the sofa and Jack had one arm around you and was holding his phone with the other.

“Why is she staringgg at me?!” You slurred loud enough so the girl that was death glaring at you could hear.

Jack looked up to see who you meant and she looked away.

“Ohh thats Missy, I used to sorta date her, we weren’t really that offical” He explained

“She is death glaring me” You laughed.

“Hey lets go outside” Jack suggested.

“Outside?” You asked 

“The balcony” He said and got up and dragged you with him.

“Okay thennnn” You replied.

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You sat down on the floor against the fence thing around the balcony and Jack sat opposite you.

“The suns rising!” He laughed.

“Whattt it hasn’t been that long!” You went to check the time on your phone “Shit where my phone!”

“Here, chill” Jack laughed and pulled our phone out his pocket “ I put my number in it by the way” He winked. Then put your phone back in his pocket.

“Anyway you never told me why you buy flowers every week” He said.

“Ohh yeah. It’s a thing me and my mum used to do. I buy flowers weekly based on what mood I’m in. Flower colours have meaning, they represent different emotions.” You explained.

“Aww stop being so cute! That’s adorable” He chuckled.

“How is that adorable?” You laughed.

“Because it is.” He laughed.

The sunlight hit your eyes, making it difficult for you to see.

“Come sit here” He patted the floor next to him after he saw you squinting to see.

You went over and sat near him.

“Tonights been good” He said.

“Yeah” You replied.

Neither of you said anything for a second. You got lost in his eyes. You saw him glance him at you lips, you leaned in slightly and so did he.

Before you knew it you were kissing. 

He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you closer. His touch leaving your skin tingling. He kissed you soft but passionately. 

You pulled away as the sunlight hit your faces.

“I like you a lot flower girl” He whispered.

“I like you a lot too” You replied.

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Masterlist

Simon imagines (miniminter)

Whipped Cream and Cuddles

Halloween Party

Nerves

A Trip to Disneyland

Will imagines (WillNE)

Alcohol and Inappropriate PDA

Christmas in Newcastle

Vikk imagines (vikkstar123)

A Day at the Pitch

Dan imagines (danisnotonfire)

Babe

Taking requests for: Sidemen, sidemen of the sidemen, WillNE, Joe Sugg, Caspar Lee, Buttercream Boys, Dan and/or Phil, STRANGER THINGS ESPECIALLY MILEVEN IF YOU’RE INTO THAT