Marching Support (Joe Request)
(I love love love this request! The marches were so incredibly inspirational and it was crazy how many people were supporting such an amazing cause! Both men and women across the world coming together to prove that equality is a necessity. To any of you that went, well done but just to clear things up, this imagine does include politcal views based upon the backbone of the marches in the first place, Donald Trump. People who went evidently don’t believe with his actions and i feel its necessary to include in this imagine)
“Hey babe” You grin through the Face time call, propping your IPad up on your bed.
“Hello beautiful” Joe smiles, setting you up instead on the counter of his kitchen where he filmed his livestreams for YouTube.
“How’s your day been?” You ask, knowing it was late evening over there now.
“Just been helping Jack to move, setting up some furniture and whatever” He comments, “What about you?”
“As good as it can be with a certain someone as president,” You roll your eyes, tugging down the sleeves of the jumper that used to belong to your boyfriend.
By boyfriend, you of course meant Joe. He lived over in London and you, you were in Washington DC. A little bit of long distance…
“Rough huh?” He sighs, scratching the back of his neck. Joe knew you took your future and the future of your country very seriously. You always encouraged young people to vote and made your own views very clear if necessary. Specifically about women in society. Nothing to do with the gender being better or a superior to men. Simply to have an equality between men and women across the world would be perfect.
“I’m going to a march the day after next” You comment, “Hopefully that is symbolic of something”
You continue explaining about the march as Joe asks more and more questions and you are oblivious to what he is doing on his laptop at exactly the same time. Googling flights to Washington for tomorrow.
After a few hours of chatting, you’re signing off the call considering the time over in London now.
You were ready for today. Even if nothing came of it and nobody took any notice, you were ready. You were ready for men and women of all races, ages, sexualities and loves to come together for one cause. For the group of you to share a simply love of humanity.
You were ready.
Except there was a knock at your door.
And on the other side, a travel style Joe. By that, you meant the style you generally saw. With baggy joggers, a grey hoodie, a hat to cover his mess of hair, a bag at his feet, headphones round his neck and a smile on his face.
“Oh my fucking god!” You exclaim, pulling him into your embrace, “What the hell are you doing here?!”
“A guy can’t come and see his girlfriend when he misses her now?” He raises his brows.
You roll your eyes and he chuckles.
“And someone told me there was some sort of march today that seemed pretty interesting” He smiles, leaning in to kiss you.
“Joe you didn’t have to come” You sigh in adoration, tears in your eyes.
“Of course I did” He laces his fingers with yours, “this means a lot to you and if it means a lot to you it means a lot to me. So, we’re gonna go to that march together and support this cause. And I’m gonna try to stay awake to stop jet lag from killing me”
You laugh and take the moment to really take in who was in front of you. Joseph Sugg. Your boyfriend, your best friend, from half way across the world. With messy hair and baggy bottoms and a lazy hoodie and headphones round his neck. And a smile on his face that proved he was proud of you. A smile that proved he cared for you enough to fly all the way to Washington. A smile that proved he spent the whole flight hoping to see this brilliant reaction. And to support you in your march…