SDMN Match || Joe Sugg
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A/N: seeing as joe didn’t actually didn’t attend the SDMN match this year, i kinda used my creativity and then added some fluff and flashback kinda things in there too to make it a lil more juicy. enjoy!!xo
“You looked so pretty.”
You roll your eyes and groan, rolling over so that you’re laying on your stomach, resting your chin in your hands and looking up at him with your eyebrows raised. “Don’t start with all that masculine shit; if anyone’s allowed to call you pretty, it’s me.”
He chuckles and nods, running a hand through his hair and grinning down at you. “Can I blog for a while?”
You nod and hum, reaching over to grab your phone as he pulls the small disgustingly camera out of his pocket and switches it on and begins to talk about his day, giving the viewers what was, essentially, a summary of his day. You listened in, picking up on a few things that had obviously slipped his mind when he first got home and couldn’t stop talking about his day.
Now that he’d calmed down and the adrenaline rush had ceased, he was able to give details about the day that you didn’t get to know before. Of course, you’d watched the match in your jersey from the previous year and routed for your team, screaming and throwing popcorn whenever the signal it out a little. But hearing it from Joe firsthand was so much better, and a part of you wished that you could’ve been there, but you knew, seeing as you were still a little sick, that staying home was the best thing to do.
As soon as Joe says goodnight and switches the camera off, you roll over even further so that you’re laying directly on top of him, your chest resting against his, your head resting on his shoulder blade. You fiddle with the fabric of his shirt as he pushes his hand up your shirt and begins to trace circles on your back.
You could tell how tired he was, from the way his words slurred together as he spoke in that soft voice that sent tingles up your spine, to the way his eyes drooped just slightly every now and then.
As he played with your hair and just took some time out to relax, you continued to rest on his chest and scroll down your twitter feed, liking and retweeting all of the other boys’ tweets about the match, retweeting and adding how proud you are of all of them for doing so well. You took two minutes to donate money to the fund, and tweeted the SDMN your love before locking your phone and throwing it off to the side.
Focusing your full attention back to Joe, you tap his cheek win your index finger and look up at him with an adoring smile. “You did so well today.”
He smiles softly, gripping your waist and pulling you up so that he could lean up and brush his lips against yours, your eyes fluttering closed as you melt against him, smiling against his lips when you pull away for air.
You think back to the previous year, when you’d attended the match and had sat in the commentary booth, not being a part of the talking part but being a big part of the live stream and joining in with the conversation at the same time, all whilst routing for your boyfriend and his team.
That was such a good year, nothing had gone wrong and when the match ended everything was amazing and everyone was buzzing, thrilled that the whole event had been such a success.
You can remember sitting on Joe’s lap on the drive home on the bus, being groaned at and having things thrown at you whenever you took the PDA to a level above what everyone was able to ignore.
You smile to yourself, glancing to your left at the wall of photographs that you and Joe had collectively created when you first moved into this room, another reason why he had a separate bedroom to film in. This room was so personal, so much more personal than any other bedroom of his had ever been. There were photographs of the two of you from years ago and from just a few weeks ago, you had things that meant the world to you on your dressing table and he had a whole side of the room dedicated to his things.
Joe didn’t seem to notice your eyes roaming the room as he wrapped his arms around you and hugged you close to his chest, a content sigh falling from his lips as he closed his eyes and finally gave into the sleepiness that’s been creeping up on him for the past two hours since he arrived home.
You only notice when you hear a soft mumble escape from between his lips, a clear indication that he was either just falling asleep or already was. You press your lips together for a moment, kissing the bottom of his chin softly before making yourself comfortable, facing the other way to what you were before. You were now looking straight at the wall of photographs, and couldn’t help but allow yourself the pleasure of letting your eyes flit over them all.
There was one, right in the centre, of you and Joe, one that Zoe had taken without either of your knowledge. It was in 2012, and you were at Disney after spending the weekend at VidCon. Your relationship was relatively fresh at that point, and when you look back at it now, it’s like a movie.
You’d just bought Mikey and Minnie ears from the store, and blackmailed Joe into wearing them for the rest of the day. And the picture was taken as you watched the parade, but seeing as you were even shorter than Joe, he’d knelt down and let you sit on his shoulders in order for you to be able to see.
That was the moment, captured in a frame, that never failed to make you smile. Your silhouettes and the ears along with the fact that Zoe had somehow managed to fit the castle into the frame, made the whole photograph look like it’d just been lifted from a tumblr aesthetic page.
You tear your eyes away from that picture, and go on to spend the next half an hour just finding your favourite pictures and remembering the exact moment when it was taken.
Just before you fell asleep with a smile on your face, Joe’s arms around you, and your feet sticking out of the bottom of the blanket, you managed to grab your Polaroid camera from your bedside table and take a creep shot of Joe; smiling to yourself as you place it down onto the table and snuggle back into him.
This day would be remembered by that one picture, up on the wall for you to look over at and remember forever.