Summary: Yoongi helps you escape detention so you can spend Valentine’s Day together.
Word count: 983 words
You let your head hit the desk as you slumped forward in your seat. The bell rang shrilly in the background, signalling the end of the school day.
Unfortunately for you, you were stuck serving another detention. Something about not adhering to the school’s dress code (it might of had something to do with the fact that you were wearing a “school ruined my life” hoodie on a day that wasn’t Casual Friday).
Normally, a detention wouldn’t bother you much. But today was different. It was Valentine’s Day, and your boyfriend Yoongi had promised you would spend the day together.
You and Yoongi had been together for almost a year but didn’t see each other very frequently. Over the last spring break, you had met at a music workshop. You performed as a duo, affectionately dubbing yourselves “Team Trouble.”
Yoongi lived two hours away by train. The majority of your communication took place over text or Skype, but somehow, you made it work.
Groaning, you pulled out your phone and hid it underneath the desk. You tapped a quick message to Yoongi.
SENT 3:35 PM
srry babe im in detention
RECEIVED 3:35 PM
dude wtf the one day…
SENT 3:36 PM
i didnt choose the thug life, it chose me 💔
RECEIVED 3:37 PM
dont worry. im gonna get you outta there.
You stifled a laugh, butterflies forming in your stomach. Truthfully, you were dying to see Yoongi again. Your last date was two weeks ago, and meetings were becoming fewer and father in between.
“Y/N!” your teacher barked, making you jump. Your phone slipped out of your fingers and landed on the ground with a loud thud. You picked up, cursing once you realized the spiderweb of cracks had grown farther. “Put that phone away.”
Rolling your eyes, you tucked your phone into your back pocket. Stretching over the desk yet again, you let your eyelids flutter shut. Soon enough, you felt the familiar pulls of sleep and surrendered to them.
Tap. Tap Tap.
Your eyes shot open as you registered the sharp sound of something colliding against the window beside you. Looking over your shoulder, you spotted a blond boy whipping stones from two storeys below.
This boy, of course, was Yoongi. Your boyfriend. The James to your Jessie.
With wide eyes, you retrieved your phone. You then realized you had several unread messages from Yoongi. You opted to ignore them.
SENT 4:25 PM
what aRE YOU DOING
You watched as Yoongi stopped throwing pebbles and took out his phone.
RECEIVED 4:26 PM
thank god its you…i can’t really see from here
SENT 4:26 PM
ok but that doesn’t answer my question
RECEIVED 4:26 PM
you werent answering my texts so
RECEIVED 4:27 PM
anyways just jump
SENT 4:27 PM
DO U WANT ME TO DIE?
RECEIVED 4:27 PM
relax, you wont. besides ill catch u
Sure, Yoongi would catch you. More like his crushed, broken body would once you landed on him. But you saw him looking up at you expectantly, a gummy smile on his face. And damn, a broken ankle would be worth the fall.
You turned and began to open the window.
The teacher looked up at you suspiciously. “Y/N,” he demanded, his eyes narrowing. “What do you think you’re doing?”
“Just opening the window,” you replied breezily. “It’s kinda stuffy in here, don’t you think?”
Using your entire body, you pushed the heavy window open completely. It didn’t open as wide as you had hoped, but you could probably fit through the opening.
You glanced back up at the teacher, noting that he had gone back to grading papers. Unceremoniously, you chucked your backpack out of the window and watched delightedly as Yoongi stumbled to catch it.
Quickly, you stood up and swung your legs over the window sill. The teacher shot up from his seat, a threat forming on his lips.
“Y/N, don’t you dare–” he shouted, but the rest of his message was lost as you pushed yourself through the small opening.
The drop was only a second in duration, but time slowed as you tumbled to the ground. You could feel a wild smile stretching over your face. Yoongi’s body appeared closer and closer with each passing moment. His arms were outstretched, and, squeezing your eyes shut, you reached out for him and prepared for the impact.
The adrenaline numbed the pain from the initial impact. When you opened your eyes, you were sprawled over Yoongi’s chest. Quickly, you scrambled upright and lifted your weight off of Yoongi.
“Oh my god!” you shrieked as Yoongi remained motionless. “Yoongi? Are you okay!?”
His eyelids fluttered open as he struggled to inhale. “Fine,” he wheezed, thumping his chest. “Winded.”
You stood up and pulled Yoongi to his feet, satisfied to see he was still capable of holding himself upright. You grabbed your backpack from the grass and peered upwards.
Your teacher’s upper body was leaning out of the windowsill. He was screaming incoherently, veins popping out of his neck and redness spreading over his entire face.
“Sorry, sir,” Yoongi called. He grabbed your hand and held it up for the teacher to see. “I’m going to be borrowing this one for awhile.”
You and Yoongi sprinted off of school property, your carefree laughter carried away by the wind. The cold February air nipped at your cheeks, and neither of you were dressed warmly enough to be outside. Yet, in that moment, everything was perfect. It was with absolute certainty that you knew you were happiest with Yoongi’s hand in yours.
That evening, Yoongi took you out to dinner and presented you with a stuffed Meowth. “For old time’s sake,” he said.
With a laugh, you accept the gift and wrapped your arms around Yoongi’s waist. “Prepare for trouble,” you began with a smile.
“Make it double,” he finished, pressing a soft kiss on your lips.
- Girl in Luv
A/N: Why did I reference Pokémon AGAIN? The world will never know…Anyways, hope you enjoyed Young and Pure Yoongi™
Howdy!~ How about UT & UF Sans & US & SF Pap in a car and they're in the back while somebody else is driving and the crush falls asleep on their shoulder and then the car takes a sharp turn and the crush just falls into said skelly's lap. Instead of waking up, the crush just curld up into the lap and smile and say the skele's name? In a sweet, "I trust you" way. Sorry if its long!! Thanks in advance♡
Sorry that these aren’t exactly like the request, but I can only write one scenario so many times without changing it up a bit. I tried to keep the general theme the same though.
US!Papyrus: The most annoying thing about car rides were the fact that he couldn’t smoke. Being forced to spend hours in a metal contraption traveling at over 60/mph was bad enough, not being able to calm his nerves while doing it was straight up hell. And since Blue didn’t support his smoking habit, he refused to pull over. In fact the only time Papyrus had gotten a chance to smoke a cigarette had been when you needed them to pull over at a gas station so you could use the bathroom. After that he had jokingly said that if Blue could pull over to let you pee, he should give him a smoke break too.
Neither of you had been very amused, to say the least, and he should be thankful for the small break he had been given. But that had been hours ago, and he could feel his hand subconsciously shift towards his pocket, itching to light another cigarette. He resisted the urge and resigned to let his leg tap an annoying rhythm against the floor, the sound of the engine drowned the tapping anyway. Leaning forward a bit, he tried to listen to Sans’ and Alphys’ conversation in the front seat, but he quickly grew bored and turned his focus to you. You weren’t asleep, despite looking like it. He could tell the differences, in your breathing and in the way your face twitched when a loose thread tickled your cheek. He’d spent hours staring at you throughout your friendship, silently admiring you when you weren’t paying attention. And he refused to feel weird about it. He liked looking at you, and you weren’t bothered by it, so why should he stop? You shifted a little, trying to find a comfortable position with you head against the window. After watching you squirm around for a while, unable to find a way to lean your head just right, he reached an arm out and hooked it on your waist.
Your eyes shot open and looked up as he quietly pulled you against him. Your gaze was dimmed and your eyes hazy, you looked like you were minutes from falling asleep. You made an attempt to speak, but only quiet mumbles could be heard. He hushed you and placed your head on his shoulder, still holding his arm around your waist. You seemed content with this, and closed your eyes as you snuggled into him. A minute passed, and your breaths turned deeper and found a steady rhythm. He loved that sound. It was calming. And if it weren’t for the fact that his mind was occupied with his want for a cigarette, he would’ve probably fallen asleep right then and there, with you in his arms.
He felt content with the situation too, though. And he’d gladly take this over a boring car ride of trying to sleep in the backseat. He’s zoning out while looking out the window, thinking back on his life, from living in the underground to meeting you and then to late nights together at New Muffet’s.
He’s in the middle of reenacting a pun battle he had with the king once, when the car turns sharply and his skull is smacked into the window. Sitting up and rubbing his head to get rid of the pain, he’s sure that he must have gotten his sense knocked out of him, because he could’ve sworn that he heard Blue curse. Before he can ask what happened, Alphys turns around in her seat to ask if he’s alright, and tells them that a car almost pushed them off the road.
Holy fuck, he didn’t expect that. And for some reason he feels almost guilty for zoning out, like it was his fault because he didn’t notice the other car before Blue did. He shakes off the guilt, at least everybody is safe. And nothing happened, nothing’s out of the ordinary.
Except you’re laying down on his lap, which you definitely weren’t before. And holy hell, somehow you’re still asleep. Clutching his hoodie like a life line, face scrunched up in sleepy confusion over what happened. The sudden turn of the car must have shaken you, and maybe triggered a nightmare of sorts. Because your face turns from confusion to fright and you’re almost whimpering, your fists tightening around the fabric of his shirt, and your eyes pressing together.
He doesn’t know what to do, he wants to wake you but that would only scare you further. Moving carefully, he slowly pets down on your head, flattening your hair down and moving his hand in soothing motions. He hushes you quietly, hoping you can hear it over the car engine and your own nightmare. You flinch when his hand makes contact with you, but slowly your whimpering stops and you’re not moving around as much. After a few more seconds of petting you’re breathing normally, face relaxed as you start to calm down. When he decides that you’re no longer having a nightmare he tries to pull his hand away, but yours shoot up to keep it close to you. Your eyes doesn’t open as you quietly breathe out his name, more asleep than awake and still oh so adorable.
‘’I’m here, kiddo.’’ is all he says as he continues to rub your scalp, dragging his hand down to your shoulders every now and then. Your face is once again pressed against his hoodie, and he swears that he hears you inhale deeply into the fabric.
‘’I’m here,’’- he repeats, still rubbing your hair,- ‘’I’ll stay here, hun.’’
But you don’t hear that last part. And as he leans his head back and look out the window, he’s not sure if that makes him relieved or disappointed
SF!Papyrus: The worst thing about long car rides, were the fact that despite his impressive height, Papyrus was always assigned to sit in the backseat. And while sharing the backseat with you meant one good thing, he couldn’t help but envy his shorter brother and the royal scientist as they sat in the front seat. Both quite a lot shorter than him.
And after hours of sitting hunched over, he could feel his spine grow stiffer. He’d do anything to stretch right now, and feel his joints pop. He absentmindedly popped his fingers as a form of substitute. And averted his gaze from the spacious front seat, he turned it to look out the window. Only three more hours to go. Amazing, he thought.
To lighten his mood, he turned around again to look at you. And he watched you look out your window. The afternoon light made your features look sharper, but it also painted you in a soft, warm glow. Angelic, almost. But it didn’t suit the picture of an angel the underground held. Their view of a savior had been tainted with their violence, their fight to survive. It had been a crueler being they’d imagined back then. He still felt like you were a savior, though. If only to him, although he couldn’t tell you that.
You seemed to notice him stare at you. But when you turned your body, he kept his eyes on you. There wasn’t a lot else to look at, so he figured he could get away with it this time. And when your eyes met his, you smiled and leaned back in your seat. Keeping your gaze leveled, you smiled at him softly, looking even prettier than before. Until your face scrunched up and you yawned loudly, involuntarily bringing your hands up to your face and covering your mouth. The sudden yawn made him laugh, even when you sent him a dirty look, still covering your face as you tried to regain your composure. You really were too adorable.
‘’You should sleep, hun,-’’ he said. Voice quiet but still loud enough to reach you over the engine. ‘’We still have a few hours left, no point in making it longer by bein’ stubborn.’’
Another yawn escaped you, and it apparently convinced you to follow his suggestion. But instead of leaning your head on the window next to you, you put your legs on the seat and your head on his shoulder, wiggling around until you found a comfortable position, using the fluff on his hoodie as a makeshift pillow and smiling at your own handywork. He scoffed at you, but still pulled his arm out from where it had been stuck under your body, letting it rest across your stomach and holding you in place. A minute or two later, he felt his hand rise and fall as you’re breathing turned into a steadier pace. And he leaned his head back to get some rest, letting the rhythmic motion and humming of the engine lull him to sleep.
He woke up by yelling, and then felt his seatbelt tug on his ribcage as his body jerked forward. His arm reached out quickly, holding you back and safe before his eyes were fully opened. Sans was still screaming in the front seat, accompanied by violent gestures and quite a few death threats and profanities. Whatever happened, it must have jarred him. Listening to the chaos in the front seat he managed to gather that someone tried to push Sans out of the lane, aware of what they had been doing. And he felt a quiet rage that they had endangered your life in the process. Just because they didn’t like monsters didn’t mean they had to harm you too.
But you, amazing and weird thing that you was, didn’t even seem phased. Instead you were laying across his lap, face on your arms and body pressing against him. He felt his breath hitch a little, letting you sleep on his shoulder had been one thing. But this was almost too much, and his soul both ached and fluttered at having you oh so close.
He willed his hand not to shake as he carefully touched a scrape on your arm, probably from his jacket as you fell. It wasn’t deep, not even bleeding. But he hated that you’d gotten it anyway, especially as he’d been asleep and unable to hold you up when the car turned.
But when his hand made contact with your skin you squirmed around in his lap, pulling his hand closer and in your sleep, held it under your chin like you would a teddy bear. You murmured a few words, and he caught his name in the middle of them. And if he thought his soul had felt light before, it was practically soaring now.
He let you keep his hand there, and gently traced your face with his other. Until it ended up tangled in your head, massaging your scalp.
You obviously trusted him, otherwise you wouldn’t sleep with your head in his lap. You wouldn’t murmur his name like that. He played with the idea that maybe you liked him the way he found himself liking you. Maybe he could turn what you had into something more.
It was a nice thought. He held on to it for the rest of the ride.
“No, Alan! Stop biting my cushions!” Joe ran after the little pug around his living room, making Zoe and Alfie burst out laughing. Zoe ended up picking her up and placing her on her lap to calm her down.
“Nala, baby, stop” she said sweetly, still laughing at Joe’s reaction “Be nice to Uncle Joe’s furniture” she said and immediately after she chuckled loudly, knowing how uncomfortable it made both men in front of her feel. Indeed, they were already making faces “Come on boys, it’s just a joke”
Joe ran a hand through his now ridiculously long hair, and sat down next to her sister, whose dog ran towards his lap not long afterwards. He stroked her behind her ears and turned to Zoe “How would it make you feel if I called you Auntie Zoe, huh?” He asked, immediately regretting he did because he already knew the answer.
And he wasn’t wrong with his guess “More than delighted” she smiled.
“Too bad it won’t happen for a long, long, long time” he said, relaxing on the sofa as Alfie sat down next to him with a glass of apple juice on his hand “Well, you never know” he said, sipping from his drink.
“I’m not even seeing anyone at the moment” Joe said as he felt his phone vibrate on the back pocket of his jeans.
“What about that girl you told me about…what was her name…was it Leigh?” Zoe asked.
“Jeez, that was ages ago” he said as he took his phone out and read the text he just got.
“Honestly” Alfie said “Don’t get me wrong, Joe, but do you even have feelings?” He said, mid-laughing. He had known him for years now, and he didn’t know of a single girl he had sincere and pure feelings for.
But Joe wasn’t listening “Guys, Y/N can’t come tonight. She promised Finn she’d go to his party, so” he said, putting his phone back on his pocket.
“Aw, that’s a real shame” Zoe said “I really wanted to see her. I really liked the video she uploaded today, that Q&A with her dad. Well, maybe tomorrow”
“How come you weren’t invited?” Alfie asked Joe.
“Finn and I aren’t exactly close to each other” the boy explained “Then again, neither is he close to Y/N. But he wants to get into her pants, so” Joe’s voice let out a slightly jealous tone. Zoe and Alfie looked at each other.
“Does she fancy him as well?” She asked her brother, giving her boyfriend a knowing look.
“Y/N? I don’t think so, but I’ve never asked” Joe said “I mean, it’s not like I care at all. It’s just that if he has to leave me out of that party in orden to try to flirt with her, it says a lot about him” He said without really thinking.
“Are you saying he wouldn’t flirt with her if you were around?” Zoe asked again.
“Well, me or Jim for that matter” Joe stated, matter-o-factly “I don’t get how she doesn’t see it”
“Maybe she doesn’t mind it” Alfie said, trying to push Joe’s buttons. He’d understood it all with Zoe’s glare; Joe was, if not totally, partially into you, and he wanted him to confess. You and him have been best friends for a ridiculously long time now, and it was obvious there was more than friendship between you. But neither were good with feelings at all, and it drove your friends insane.
However, Joe closed his eyes and hugged Nala tightly, as if missing someone’s touch. As if he needed so badly a hug, and said “Maybe”
When Alfie and Zoe closed their bedroom’s door, he let himself fall into the sofa. It was already 1 am, and he was wide awake. Joe opened Instagram and saw that Finn had uploaded a new picture. Before he saw it, he already knew you were on it. Essentially.
Not long after, he got a text from Jim asking if he was at that party with you. ‘Luckily not’.
As the clock went round and round, like the wheels on the bus, he started thinking about the new collab he had to upload that same night. At first, you had agreed that Joe would upload his collab with you first, and then the one with Connor and Caspar that he had filmed the other day. However, the due date for the video finished in like, two hours, and Joe didn’t feel like pressing 'upload’ to said video.
So he did exactly the opposite of what you had talked about, and immediately after went to bed.
The music was so loud I couldn’t even hear myself think. However, I easily felt the unmistakeable buzz my phone made when I got a YouTube notification. They were turned on only for a small amount of people, so almost as an involuntary move, I got it out of my purse.
ThatcherJoe has just uploaded a video 'WTF is this video | ft. Conor Maynard and Caspar Lee’
I immediately checked out my YouTube calendar on my phone and essentially, Joe’s video for today had to be our collab in order for me to upload our video later. Thinking it was probably just a silly mistake, I texted him. Then I realised it was 2 am and that he was likely to be sleeping.
I scanned the room for Finn, hoping I could find him easily and leave for home. I wasn’t exactly tired, but I had the slightest feeling that Joe’s move wasn’t an accident and I just wasn’t in the mood for techno music and expensive cocktails anymore.
After almost five solid minutes of looking for Finn, I finally found him at the balcony, laughing at who-knows-what with two other boys. As soon as they saw me, they left, leaving the two of us alone.
“Hey, Finn” I said “Thanks for inviting me, I had the best time” I smiled.
“I’m glad you did, love” he sipped on his brown drink. Love? Since when did Finn call people that? It reminded me so much of Joe, it made my stomach turn as I recalled the current video situation I was in.
I decided to ignore it “Sadly I need to go, gotta stay fresh to film tomorrow” I wasn’t exactly lying, but I definitely wasn’t planning on filming the next day.
“Bummer” he said, licking his lips. He caught me looking at them “But that’s fine. Maybe we could film a video together some time”
“Yeah, would be fun” I said. It wasn’t on my plans, but I really wanted to leave as quickly as I could. And saying no to that would only delay my plans.
“Alright, see you soon beautiful” he said, and before I could do something about it, his lips locked with mine in a quick, o-so-drunk peck which I didn’t respond to. I muted a confused bye and left as quickly as I broke our kiss.
Once I was outside, I intended to call an Uber when I found out that the Uber App had collapsed and that I didn’t have the slightest idea of where I was. I looked it up on Google Maps, but I still didn’t have a clue. I looked around. The streets were empty and dark. It wasn’t exactly cold, but I was definitely shivering. I only had two options.
The first one was to call Jim so he could pick me up. And so I did. About eleven tones later, I finally got to the idea that he wasn’t going to respond. It was already 2.30 am on a Friday, I didn’t blame him. Jim and I have been best friends for years, as we had grown up together, our houses in front of one another. Thinking about it, it was better if he didn’t pick up the phone. Being so protective of me, if he found out I was alone this late at night, he’d flip his shit. He was something between my father and my brother, and even though he could be annoying as hell sometimes, I wasn’t complaining.
However, that only left me with my second and last option: calling Joe. It was the last thing I wanted to do at the moment, but it was still better than standing in the middle of nowhere at night, all by myself.
Five tones afterwards, I heard his tired voice on the other line “I’m so sorry I woke you up” I said, knowing that he had been sleeping.
“What do you want?” He said, and my heart sank a bit. I ignored the poorly way he was making me feel “I need a huge favor. I just got out of Finn’s party and my Uber App has collapsed and I don’t know where I am, and Jim-”
“I get it, where are you?” He said, and I couldn’t help but feel relieved.
“Google Maps says Campden Hill Road” I told him.
He stayed silent a few seconds, probably mentally planning the ride “Right, give me 15”
“Thank you so much, Joe” I said “I owe you big”
“No need to” he answered, and then he hung up.
Twelve minutes later, Joe’s car stopped in front of me. I opened the door and awkwardly sat next to him “Thanks again” I said, looking at him. But he didn’t look back at me. He was wearing a Sugg Life hoodie and grey sweatpants. His messy hair was pushed back, and his glasses sat perfectly on his tired blue eyes. I couldn’t deny he was quite the charming guy “I’m sorry I woke you up” I said again.
“It’s fine” he said as we stopped on a red light “I wasn’t sleeping well anyway, and I wasn’t going to leave you wandering around London at night” Then he finally looked at me, and I felt small.
His blue eyes fixed on mine until I couldn’t take it anymore and I lowered my glance, quickly looking ahead on the road to hide the fact that I was blushing. But I still could feel his eyes on me.
“How was the party?” He asked, and I couldn’t help but stare at his hands as he drove.
“Not as good as I was hoping for” I sincerely said “I barely knew anyone, and the ones I knew were far too drunk to recognise me anyway”
Joe let out a laugh, and I visibly relaxed. We stayed in silence for a few minutes before he broke it again “Hey, Y/N, about the video I uploaded today” he said, rubbing his neck. I smiled at how cute he looked when he was nervous “I’m so sorry about it, I knew I had to upload our video but I…”
He stopped at another red light. Three overly drunk guys were passing by in front of the car, one of them still holding a bottle on his hand. A guy with a tuxedo on turned his head, locking his eyes with mine. He started to cheer, and suddenly his two friends joined in, shouting things to me that I wouldn’t even bother to repeat.
With the red light still on, Joe slowly started the car again, as if he were to run over them. The three guys jumped and, scared, put their hands in the air as if they were surrendering. The light changed and Joe hit full speed, not even bothering to see if they were on his way.
I couldn’t help but laugh “That was aggressive” I commented.
He had a smirk on his lips “Couldn’t care less if I ran over them, to be honest” he said.
“About the video” I said, wanting to get it over with.
“Yeah, I’m sorry” he said for like, the hundredth time “I thought you were coming to mine’s last night and I got a bit upset. I feel like a 5-year-old now”
I laughed “A really cute one, tho” I said, and I immediately regretted it, not really looking for another awkwardness stage. Luckily, he laughed.
“I will upload our collab as soon as I can, I promise” he said, turning to the street where I lived.
“Okay” I nodded “Hey, can I ask you a question?”
“Do you think Finn likes me?” I blurted out. His hand tensed on the wheel, and his smile disappeared, forming a straight line. I didn’t know where I was going with this.
“Why’d you ask?” He asked instead of answering my question.
“He kissed me tonight” He abruptly stopped the car, only to find out that we were already in front of my apartment block “Like, he was drunk and it was just a short goodbye peck, but I’m so confused”
Joe had always told me about his love life, that is, when I got it out of him after hours of insisting. He’s not the extrovert kind. So I thought I would do just the same.
“I don’t know if he likes you, but just think about his past relationships” he said, running his hands through his hair “They haven’t been exactly long, and that must be for a reason”
I looked down at my intertwined fingers, as I could feel his eyes on me. They sent heat down my body. He then put an arm around my shoulders and pulled me closer, kissing the top of my head. People always said Joe wasn’t good with emotions, but I couldn’t believe them completely.
“Don’t worry about that now” he whispered, still holding me tight. I could’ve fallen asleep right there “It’s time you go to bed now. My sister and Alfie are staying at my house today and they wanted to see you in the morning”
“Cool” I said “I’ll text you when I wake up, okay?”
“Okay, love” he said, and his 'love’ was far more comforting than Finn’s.
“Do you ever get heartbroken?” I asked out of nowhere. I wasn’t exactly heartbroken because of Finn, but I wanted to know.
“The only thing that could break my heart right now is you crying over stupid guys who don’t deserve you” he said, leaving me blank. “Now go to bed” he kissed my head again before removing his arm from my frame. I immediately felt cold.
“Stop being so sweet"
“No, it’s true” he said, his hand going through his hair once more. He then looked at me, and that’s when I realized I had been staring.
“Joe” I meant to say out loud, but it came out as a weak whisper. I didn’t know what to say next. His name just sounded nice when it left my lips.
“Yes, love?” he asked me sweetly, his hand cupping my cheek as he pressed his lips against it. I felt the urge to feel his lips on mine.
“It’s nothing” I finally said. I turned around to open the door and leave, embarrassed. But he didn’t let go of me. Instead, he pulled me closer until his eyes were staring deeply into mine, and suddenly my body went numb.
He let out a small chuckle “I don’t mean to make this awkward or anything” he said, staring away from me. My lips were almost pressed on his jawline “But I really want to kiss you right now”
My whole body froze, and my palms started sweatingt. I looked at him, searching for his eyes, as he eventually gazed back at me. I smiled as I got closer, pressing a small kiss on his jaw. He chuckled again, and kissed the top of my head “I shouldn’t have said that” he said.
Just when he was about to release me from his embrace, I grabbed the collar of his hoodie and pressed our lips together. Fuck it. If he wasn’t going to do it, I sure was. His lips moved slowly, as I opened my mouth slightly for his tongue to slip in. He cupped my face with one hand, so big compared to it. I held his hand while we kissed, feeling its warmth.
When we pulled away, our foreheads pressed together, I couldn’t help but smile “I would really love to go upstairs with you” he whispered, making me blush. Every time I thought about Joe touching me, holding me, I got goosebumps “But I’ve got my sister and Alfie alone at my place. And a dog” he said, making me laugh.
“Oh, come on” I pouted “It’s not like they like you anyway” I joked.
He laughed, as he pressed a small kiss on my lips again “You know what?” he said, as he released himself from my touch to grab the car keys “You’re right. They’ll be fine without me” he said, kissing me again. I could get used to it “Let’s go. I need some cuddles”
I laughed as I followed him out of the car. When we met each other at the entrance, I pressed our lips together again, and as we walked inside of my apartment, me already on his arms, legs around his torso, I wondered how I could’ve gotten so damn lucky,
“Jesus Christ” You mutter to yourself, pulling down the material of Cal’s baggy tshirt that you wore to see the worst of it.
Bruises scattered your neck and collarbones, evidently from last night. For fucks sake Cal.
“Morning gorgeous” He grumbles, wrapping his arms around you and burying his head in the crook of your neck.
“Morning” You chuckle, “So about last night-” You start, tugging on the neckline to show him it too.
Your boyfriend instantly pulls away and raises his brows, “Shit” He mumbles.
“And I’m meant to be filming in about an hour” You remind him.
“Oh fuck” he smirks, “It was definitely a good night then”
You turn around and hit his chest before resting your arms around his neck loosely, “What do I do?”
“Show them off” He shrugs, “They look hot”
“I don’t think my viewers are gonna think that are they? Or my brother” You chuckle, meaning Lux when you spoke of your sibling.
Cal laughs and presses a longing kiss to your lips.
“I’m gonna have to go sort myself out” You mention, “Go back to bed and I’ll bring you some breakfast if you like”
“Not unless you come with it” He raises his brows.
“Oh shut up” You roll your eyes, pulling him out of the bathroom and back into your bedroom, “I’ll see you in a bit”
You put on some bacon for Cal’s breakfast and check yourself in the mirror to make sure the marks aren’t visible.
By the time its finished cooking, Sarah walks into the flat.
“Hey girl” She grins when she sees you.
“Stay right here” You comment quickly before heading into the bedroom and giving Cal his food.
“Thanks for the warm welcome,” Sarah calls after you.
“I need your help” You comment urgently, dragging her into the bathroom with you.
“Is something wrong?” She frowns, “Are you pregnant?”
“Yes. And no of course not!” You roll your eyes.
“Then what is it? You look like you’re in a right panic”
“I need you to cover these up” You admit and show her the marks across your shoulders and neck.
“Oh my god (y/n)” She bursts into laughter.
“Shhhh” you hiss, “Did you bring your makeup with you?”
“Christ you’re in a right state!” She stifles her laugh.
“I’m sorry have you met my brother?” You raise your brows.
She pauses for a second before rummaging through her bag and pulling out what you knew was foundation and concealer.
“Alright let’s sort this out”
Within the hour, you were covered and changed into a ‘Sugg Life’ hoodie that would hopefully keep the marks out of view as much as possible.
“Ready to film sis?” Lux calls as he sets up his equipment in the lounge.
You were going to be filming a sister vs girlfriend video with him and Sarah.
“Hey (y/n) have you seen my makeup?” Your best friend calls and you instantly glare at her.
“Why would I?” You shrug innocently.
“Just checking” She grins and the pair of you sit either side of Cal on the couch, your boyfriend now out of bed and sat opposite you behind the camera.
“So, did everyone have a good night last night?” Your brother asks, “Must’ve been nice having the flat to yourself”
You look at him with narrowed eyes, “Are we filming or what?”
“Just check that everyone’s covered on camera Cal” Sarah mentions, glancing to you and smirking slightly.
“Yeah yeah just make sure there’s no marks” Lux adds on.
You look down and grit your jaw slightly.
“Something a problem sis?” He frowns.
“I just need to talk to my boyfriend outside for a moment thanks” You smile sarcastically and drag Cal outside.
“Well, seems like the makeup idea really worked” Cal laughs.
“You’re a dick” You scoff, looking in the mirror and seeing that the purple was Stoll visible through the cover-up.
“Oh come on, like I said, they look hot” He mutters, wrapping his arms around you from behind.
“Then you can take my place in the video” you comment simply.
“Like you said, they look hot. And you don’t want people mentioning them in the comments now do you?” You raise your brows.
A/N: I realised after writing this that I wrote that ‘your tipsy boyfriend fell through the door at 2am’ and proceeded to write about him driving home. I’m obviously not condoning drunk driving, but it was the only thing that fitted with the story, so for fictional purposes please ignore that!! :) x
Joe was awoken by the sound of sniffling, and the rustling of the sheets. He opened his eyes slowly, his mind registering the absence of his girlfriend by his side. He scanned the room quickly to see her sat up near the edge of the bed, her head in her hands.
“Baby, what’s wrong? Hey, come here” Joe spoke quietly, shuffling down the bed to meet you and pulling your hands away from you slowly, forcing you to look up at him.
“I feel so ill” you choked. You were at the Gleam christmas party. You’d been bedridden for a few days prior with extreme tonsillitis, but it wasn’t like you to miss out on a big event, so you’d forced yourself to come. At first you were okay, chatting with people as you ate your dinner. You’d managed about an hour at the party before retiring to bed, your throat burning and your energy levels drastically low. You’d been trying to sleep since 11pm, and when your tipsy boyfriend fell through the door to your room at around 2am, you pretended to be asleep so he wouldn’t worry. And that was why you were crying at 3am. You were exhausted, missing home and in a ridiculous amount of pain.
“Oh gorgeous, come here” Joe sighed, pulling you into his chest as you wrapped your arm loosely around his waist.
“I just want to go home” you sniffled against him as he ran his fingers through your hair.
“Is it really that bad?” he asked.
“Yeah” you mumbled against his skin.
“Okay, how about you sit here while I get our stuff together, then we’ll go, yeah? You can have a sleep in the car and I’ll drive” he suggested, pulling away to look you in the eyes, stroking your face.
“You can’t” you protested, shaking your head.
“Cause it’s not fair on you. I don’t want to drag you away from seeing people tomorrow just to drive home in silence at 3am. Also you can’t drive my car, you’re not insured”
“Baby I don’t mind at all. This is what relationships are, being there for each other. If you need me then I’ll take you home, okay? And don’t worry about the car, it’s only a 40 minute drive, probably less at this time of night. It’ll be fine”
“Are you sure?”
You sat back in bed as Joe packed up your things. Whilst still under the covers you managed to throw on some leggings and a sugg life hoodie, sipping on your water as Joe got the last of the things from the bathroom.
Once he was done, you both made your way out into the driveway of the mansion you were all staying at, Joe adamant that he was carrying all the bags. He loaded them into the boot as you took your seat in the passenger side, curling your knees up to your chest and leaning your head on the door. As Joe closed the boot and sat down in the driver’s seat, putting on his seatbelt, a thought occurred to you.
“Joe, you’ve never driven my car before” you said, raising your head to face him.
“Yeah, how different can it be?”
“It’s really fast you know” you warned. You hadn’t splashed out on many things since you’d started earning a good amount from your YouTube channel, however you had invested in a ferrari 458 italia roughly 2 years ago.
“Yeah I know, it’ll be fine. It’s just country roads for most of the journey anyway. And the motorway will be dead”
“Just be careful, yeah?”
“I know” Joe rolled his eyes, smiling slightly to show that he wasn’t annoyed, and was instead flattered by your concern.
You leaned your head against the window again and closed your eyes, falling asleep almost instantly to the sound of the engine starting. The next thing you knew, you were opening your eyes in the garage of your apartment complex. Joe had opened the door, and was kneeling beside you, stroking your hair and unbuckling your seatbelt.
“Wake up babe, we’re back” he whispered, partially as it was 4am, and partially to avoid startling you.
“Okay” you mumbled, shuffling in your seat.
“I’ve got all the bags okay, so when we get in you get straight into bed and I’ll bring you some water” he instructed.
He helped you out of the car and locked up, carrying the bags up to your apartment as you followed him. Once he’d unlocked the door, he let you in first and you went straight to bed, still in your clothes from the journey home. You heard him locking the door, setting down the bags in the living room and filling up a water bottle before you heard his footsteps in the room.
“Are you sure you don’t want to get out of those clothes?” he asked, placing something down on the bedside table.
“No, I’m cold” you mumbled into the pillow, too drained to give a detailed response.
“Okay. There’s some water and paracetamol there for if you wake up again, and if you need anything else just wake me up, okay?”
“Yeah” you replied.
You heard him taking off his clothes, and felt the bed dip as he snuggled under the covers beside you. His arm wrapped loosely around your waist and he pulled you into him.
“Thank you for looking after me” you mumbled.
“No problem gorgeous, I’m always here if you need me. Try and get some sleep now, yeah?”
Warm - part 2/3 | Joe Sugg imagine Word count: 2598 Request: The reader meet Joe randomly in the street and then they start to date and are really in love but they are both worried about the difference age because Joe is 25 and the reader is 17-18 A/N: In case you forgot what happened, you can check the part 01 in here! I’m new in this whole imagine/fanfic thing on Tumblr so send me a message saying if you prefer a long imagine (with more than 10k words) or an imagine split in different parts! See you at the ending of this (part 3 up soon)! Have a good reading! Love, Sam. You can find more Buttercream Squad content here | Requests are open
Oh. That was what you received. You almost could see Joe staring at his phone, looking to your message shocked, his room messed because he was getting ready to come to Brighton… Well, that was a shame, wasn’t it?
You decided to wait until the end of your Math class and, in between periods, you told Joe your age. Right, it wasn’t like you loved Joe, you only fancied him, so his response was a strike to your ego, but not to your heart.
You sighed, what did you expect to have as answer? Of course he wouldn’t continue this thing, you were ages apart! He was 25 and you… 17.
“So…?” Y/F/N asked, meeting you at lunch time.
“What do you think?”
“I told you, you didn’t need to tell him how old you are.”
“And what, Y/F/N? I would let him believe I am older than I am and take me on a date so he would freak out afterwards?”
“It isn’t right with him.” you snorted, pissed. “Fuck, why I have this need to be mature and do things in the correct way?” you asked, not knowing if Y/F/N should answer it.
“Well, if you had told him after that date he invited you, you at least would prove his kiss and sorted out if Joe Sugg is a good kisser.”
You looked at her, surprise. “You have a boyfriend! Stop thinking about my could’ve been something!” You both laughed.
“So what are you going to do now?”
You knew what she meant, however you didn’t want to answer her. “Grab some food and put it in my belly?”
Y/F/N rolled her eyes. “For real, Y/N.”
“I’m really going to the cafe and crying about this.” she raised an eyebrow, saying “Are you serious?” without words. “Not cry about it, but I really need a coffee if I’m going to think that my fucking age is the reason why I never got with Joe. I mean, I sorted the most difficult part of it that was meet him and actually have his number.” You shrugged.
“Good luck with that.” Y/F/N said, this was the point she would leave to eat wherever Y/F/B/N and her decided while you would feel pity of yourself in that cafe. Someone should give you a “most capable of being a fucking teenage cliche” because it was almost nearly depressive what you were going to do.
“Yeah, thanks.” you gave Y/F/N a little smile and walked away from school.
You looked at your phone again, that same notification of “Oh” still there, in a conversation you weren’t capable of opening, so it seemed that you never read it. You were a bloody coward. Your first “no” like that. It hurted that much when you said “no” to boys? Your ego was bleeding, really. You could feel the blood in your hands. Poor, poor ego… So young, so dead. You laughed to yourself, what a loser.
You walked for a few more blocks trying to feel least sorry for yourself. “Oh” was bad enough, behaving like this was reacting to an heartbreak when it wasn’t one. Feeling like this was too much for Y/N Y/L/N, you loved yourself more than that.
You opened the front door of the cafe and entered in there thinking about what would you order. Cappuccino seemed good enough for your pity party.
You usually walked looking to your feet afraid you would fall or step on a bubble gun, specially if you were alone. So when you arrived at the cafe, you didn’t see anything but your shoes and the sidewalk, you pushed the door and just entered it.
Joe was lost in his thoughts, anxious. He didn’t had a clue about what he was doing.
Through all the meeting he couldn’t think about anything more than the fact that the nicest girl he met in a while was really younger than he. Joe forgot that dating was so fucking hard. Getting a girlfriend in 2017 was in his plans, but having this much of headache wasn’t. He was looking for someone who was funny and interesting and he thought he was really lucky for finding that when he met you. Not only you checked those items, but you were beautiful and smart too, so he just followed his instincts and, when he knew, he was already there.
Joe could hardly sit still. The palms of his hands were sweating and he smiled automatically to a picture he was ask for. The fan went away and he was left there to agonize on his own.
He leaned on the armchair, his hands getting warm because of the cup he was holding. He would look to every single person who entered in there, wishing for a certain girl to show up, holding to the feeling that it would be just like the first time he wished that she appeared. You didn’t disappointed him.
The door opened, he looked at it with all his hope. His heart raced, he saw who he was looking for. Taking a deep breath, he stood up and entered in your way as you walked to order your drink.
Your heart stopped beating for a second. Seeing him there, in his green “Sugg Life” hoodie, his pair of black jeans and white Converse just let you out of words. It was a surprise, you didn’t know if it was a good surprise or a bad one, though. You were about to find out.
“You seem to be a little lost, don’t you?” You asked, trying to show a little smile despite your almost-to-explode feeling. “London is quite far away from here.”
“Well,” he shrugged, none of you wanting to make eye contact “I told you I had a meeting in Brighton.” Joe had lost his speaking skills, he couldn’t make his thoughts turn into words… Actually, he didn’t know in what he was thinking about.
You didn’t know what to say either, so you just kept the small talk going. “Still, it doesn’t seem to be your way home.”
“It isn’t.” he finally got the guts for looking at you.
You couldn’t stand seeing his blue eyes, you forgot how light they were, how the blue was almost grey, how they were darker in the iris’ edge. It was insane that someone could have eyes like those, it stole the breath you already didn’t had.
“What? GPS send you the wrong path?” you joked, even though your whole being was locked into Joe’s eyes.
He took a deep breath. “I guess it is the right one.” he told.
Your eyes closed. “Fuck, Joe. Don’t say this kind of thing to me” you asked, barely containing your nerves. It was your turn to take a deep breath and then you opened your eyes, meeting his again.
“Look,” he passed his hand through his hair “I don’t know what the hell I am doing here.” he admitted and you could see he was truly nervous about this. “All I know is that you are a really nice girl and I probably am getting into a lot of trouble for sticking to this idea, but…” he sighed “I guess we could figure it out.” he gave you a unsure smile.
You bit your lips, insecure too. “I don’t know, Joe… I mean, I literally have class in one hour, you will be fine with that?”
He lifted his shoulders. “One hour is a lot of time to get coffee.” You couldn’t help but smiled, cracking.
“Just to see how it goes, right?” you confirmed.
He nodded. “I promise, Y/N.”
“Well, you must be really sure of yourself for getting out on the street wearing your own merch.” you commented as you went to the queue. Joe’s smile grew bigger.
And it went pretty fine.
Joe was on Snapchat, bored about having nothing to do. It was friday night, but he had a family lunch in the next day so he couldn’t go out, Zoe would kill him if he get late to the event. He posted a video of him with the bee’s filter and went look the stories of his friends.
“Oh my God, Y/N, no!” Y/F/N shouted in one of your videos, in which you jumped into a pool.
“Oh, fuck, it’s freezing!” you screamed too, above the loud music, and the video finished, going to the next.
“Come on, Y/F/N! You need to get in here too!” you said. “Brian,” a guy appeared in the screen. “say to Y/F/N that she needs to come here.” you were clearly drunk.
“You need to come here, Y/F/N.” the Brian boy said, not really interested in what he was saying, he pulled you as a joke and you screamed, having fun. The video ended there.
In the next one, Joe was about to get up and go to Brighton to ask you what the hell was happening, but instead of doing that, he continued to watch you.
You were laughing, Brian’s arms were around you. You were singing the song that was playing with all your strength as you filmed a lot of people into the pool.
That was it. That was how Joe simply knew how things should go next.
Joe, please! You asked, snorting as you looked to your cell phone.
It’s a surprise, love. He sent to you. Where is the fun in telling you what we’re going to do?
Sugg! If you don’t know, honey, I’m a girl! Girls need to know where they’re going so they can dress the proper outfit!
I’m sure you will be lovely in anything, Y/N.
Fuck you, Joseph!
Someone is getting upset…
Of course I am! You told. I’m standing in front of my wardrobe for half an hour now! Pleaaaaase tell me where we’re going!
You could see him rolling his eyes. Dress something nice, ok?
Your stomach gave a loop. It was a date? You and Joe agreed you were going to take things easy. Not only because you were this young, but also Joe was risking a lot by dating a 17 year old girl. So, in spite all the little flirtatious jokes, you two just hang out to do chilled things.
Nice like movie nice or nice like club nice? You asked, trying to remain calm although what he just said.
Nice like date nice. He informed, pretending it was nothing. And you’re 17! You can’t be at clubs!
You wanted to go to your window and scream. It was a date! As a substitute, you rolled your eyes at the scream. That’s what a fake ID is for, honey.
I got my weapons, yeah.
I’m seeing that! Ok then, I’ll be at your house in 10’.
For fuck’s sake, Sugg! You just told me where we’re going! No way I’m getting ready in 10 minutes!
Fine! He agreed even if he didn’t want to. I’ll take another 30 minutes to let you get ready.
You didn’t answer this. If Joseph Sugg was going to take you on a date in half an hour, you better rush. No way you could get ready in less than 40 minutes, but, for him, you were giving it a go.
You thought it would be nice if you looked a little older, so you put a dark magenta skirt, a white cropped and a nude high heel. You put your usual go-out makeup and, as you hold your lipstick, you received a message from Joe saying he was already in front of your house. You finished your look in a hurry and almost forgot the perfume.
You ran downstairs saying you were out, without giving any chance for your parents saw you and how you dress up really nice for this one night out, because you didn’t told them yet that the guy you were talking to was 25.
You opened the car’s door, smiling at Joe and giving him a kiss on the cheek as hi.
“You look good.” he said, driving.
“Thanks.” you said, a little bit nervous “I mean, I really wanted to do something to my hair, but you didn’t give me time, so this is what we were blessed as result.” you joked.
Joe gave you a side look. “You look amazing, Y/N.”
You blushed a little. “You don’t look bad too… As always.”
Joe laughed. “As always? That’s a compliment, huh?”
“We aren’t on the date properly and you are already telling me to shut up!” he complained.
“Yep. So you don’t get cocky.”
You two laughed, suddenly you didn’t feel anxious anymore. It was really easy to talk to Joe.
You parked in front of this fancy local restaurant.
“Oh, wow.” You commented. “That’s… elegant.”
Joe looked at you, worried. “Hum… Yeah. I asked Zoe where I could take you and I thought here was really nice. I mean, we can go anywhere else if you want to. I don’t know where to take you, actually, but you…”
You gave him a tender smile. You was worry because you never been to a place like this, however this feeling went away as soon as you saw Joe being nervous.
“Here is perfect, Joe. Relax.”
“Oh,” he stopped freaking out. “ok.” He jumped out of the car and opened your door for you.
You entered the restaurant and Joe landed his hand in your back, your stomach jumped. He said his name to the maître and he led you two to your table. You bit your lips as you sat down.
“I was carried away with the idea of the dating thing, right?” he asked.
As much as you wanted to say no, you stick with the idea of being honest. “Yeah, a little.” You laughed. “Actually, it is only because I’m not used to be in real dates. Even the normal ones.”
“Oh, thanks for saying I’m abnormal.” he spoke.
You gave a little laugh. “You understood me.” you rolled your eyes. “By the way, are you going to tell me why you all of a sudden decided we are ready to the dating thing?”
You asked in the most casual way, you were really curious about this, but Joe started being nervous again.
“Well…” he sighed. “I might saw your Snapchat’s story the other day and…”
“Oh!” you laughed. “So you were stalking me!” you joked for lighting the mood. “We have a stalker here, everyone!”
“Are you going to let me tell you the story or not?” he teased, giggling.
“Sorry. Please, continue.”
“This is embarrassing…” he took a deep breath. “Fine, I was checking your Snapchat and I saw you at this pool party and in there was this random boy named Brian and he just pissed me of. I mean, I hate this age thing we have as obstacle, but I hate even more that he were all over you and I can’t say anything because we are just friends, although I really like you.”
You started laughing and Joe looked at you confused.
“I’m sorry, but I’m just so happy right now.” you confessed. “The only reason I drank that night was because I wanted to be with you and now you are just saying all that I wanted to hear.”
He started laughing too. “I guess we sorted things out, then.”