joe huff

  • random person: *compares Donald Trump to Voldemort*
  • me: YESSSSS.
  • my thoughts: Except he's not a Slytherin -- he's impulsive, rash, hot-tempered, and puts a lot of value on his public image and how people see him...plus he shows no resourcefulness, self-preservation, or loyalty to his inner-circle, since he had multiple divorces and only seems focused on himself. So basically he's an evil Gryffindor! ...Wait. What about Hillary? SHE shows resourcefulness, cleverness, and loyalty to her inner circle...plus she is methodical in her decision-making, can be incredibly flexible, and will kiss up to people to get her way. And of course she was vilified by people who mistook her cleverness for deviousness--OH MY GOD, HILLARY IS A GOOD SLYTHERIN HOLY COW.
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warning: SMUT 

“That was such a good night” Caspar grins. 
“shall we keep it going for a while?” I ask holding two bottles of vodka, the boys grin. The boys being the buttercream squad- Joe, Casper, Oli, Josh, Conor, Jack and Mikey. I hung out with them a lot and tonight was no difference, we had been to a club. I think they only kept me around for when they wanted to escape a girl they’d signal me and I’d pretend to be their girlfriend and vice versa, it was a good deal. Nobody had brought a girl home tonight, a few kisses in the club but that’s all. 

“what’re you thinking?” Conor says wrapping his arm around my shoulder. 
“Never have I ever” I grin and they all smirk already making their way to the living room, we had all ended up back at the Maynard’s/Pieters. We all sit-down and I grab 8 shot glasses. I join them, sitting in between Mikey and Josh. “who’s first?” I ask, filling all the shot glasses and handing them out. Oli holds up his hand and we all wait for his question. 

“Never have I ever… had sex in a public place” he says. Jack, Joe and Conor take their shot. 
“wait, define ‘public’” I say
“where somebody could have seen you” I nod and then sheepishly take the shot making the boys all ‘ooh’ 

“okay, never have I ever done anal” Josh says taking his shot followed by Mikey, Jack and Caspar. They look at me and I shake my head. 

“never have I ever had a threesome” I say looking at the boys. Jack and Conor each take a shot and we all smirk. 
“it wasn’t with each other” Conor says, disgusted by our insinuation.

“never have I ever fucked against a washing machine” Jack says smirking at me. I blush as we both take a shot. They boys eyes widen and look at us waiting for us to tell them. 
“it was when we first met, we were drunk, fucked against his washing machine and we’ve never spoke about it since” I glare at Jack and they boys all holler patting Jack on the back who smirks and nudges my foot. 

“never have I ever fell in love” Caspar says circling the rim of his shot glass. Conor takes a shot and I think for a moment, taking a glance at Joe for a second before downing my shot. They all furrow their eyebrows at me, for the time I’ve hung out with them I haven’t had a steady boyfriend. 

“can we play truth or dare?” Oli whines. We all nod, thinking its a good idea, most of us completely drunk. “okay I’ll start, Caspar truth or dare?” 
“truth” he says starting off slow. 
“how many people have you slept with?” he says and Caspar’s face pales. 
“I actually don’t know” he mumbles and we cheer. 
“y/n, truth or dare” he huffs deflecting the attention. 
“truth” I say and they all get really sad. 
“who out of us, in this room, would you most like to fuck?” he smirks and they all lean closer, I blush and look around at them all then turning my attention to my skirt. 
“Joe” I mutter and they all scream and pat Joe. I blush harder and turn away. Mikey, sensing I don’t want to talk, takes over asking Joe a question. 
“joe, truth or dare” he asks louder over the boys laughter. 
“dare” he challenges. 
“I dare you to give let y/n give you a lap dance” he laughs clearly intoxicated. Joe looks at me for a second and I huff and nod standing up. Joe sits back on the couch and the boys look on with wide eyes. I go to straddle Joe but can’t. 
“I have a tight skirt on, I can’t” I sigh. 
“then take it off” Josh says and my eyes widen but after a quick shot of vodka I’m game, I remove the skirt leaving me in a very revealing crop top and my lacy knickers that barely leave anything to the imagination. Conor turns on a sexy song and I straddle Joe who bites his lip in anticipation. I grab his neck and start grinding on him, moving my hips to the beat. He gulps when I get off of him and turn around. He grabs my waist as I move my ass against him, I wink at the others who are gawping at the sight. I can feel Joe start to get quite hard underneath me and come to a halt when the song stops. Joe’s breathing is heavy and he rests his head against my shoulder as I continue straddling him. 

“wow” Jack sighs, the first to speak. I just giggle in response and climb off Joe, his hands dragging down my body. 
“I think that puts an end to the night” Josh smirks looking at Joe who hasn’t taken his eyes off of me. I blush and reach for my skirt but I’m picked up by Joe, my legs around his waist. He starts carrying me towards the guest bedroom and I squeal. 
“at least someones getting laid tonight” I hear Conor huff. Joe shuts the door with his foot and collapses on the bed on top of me. He makes quick work of removing our clothes and guiding himself into me. I moan.

“fuck Joe” I whimper. He grunts as he pounds into me, the sounds of our sweaty skin slapping together only turning me on more. 
“oh my god” I screech. “Joe Fuuuuck” I yell.
“come on baby, let the boys know you’re mine” he growls. I moan louder. 
“fuck Joe, fuck me. You’re so big, harder - oh fuuuuuuck” I scream as I cum. He cums too and drops to the side of me. He’s breathing heavily and pulls me closer. We get our breathing in tact and stay cuddling as our breathing starts to even out. I think Joe is asleep so I start talking. 

“i hope you don’t regret this in the morning, because in the game, it’s you who I’m in love with. I wish I could tell you when we’re awake and sober but I’d fuck everything up” I sigh tracing Joe’s abs. “night Joe” I whisper snuggling closer to his body and eventually falling asleep. 

I wake up in the morning to an empty bed and frown. I hear the boys laughing and joking in the kitchen, the faint smell of pancakes and I grin. I stand up but immediately fall to the floor. I squeal and hear footsteps running towards the room. 
“y/n, you okay?” I hear someone shout. 
“Jack?” I ask. 
“yeah” he shouts back. 
“are you alone?” I shout a little quieter. 
“yeah” he confirms. 
“come in and close the door” I say gathering the blanket from the bed to wrap around myself. He slips through the door and closes the door. 
“why are you on the floor?” he asks confused. I blush furiously. 
“I can’t walk” I grit and he bursts out laughing. I huff and cross my arms. “help me” I cry. He stops laughing and crouches down next to me grabbing my waist. He helps to redress me and hands me a pair of joggers as I’d left my skirt out in the living room. 

“can you carry me to the kitchen please?” I pout and he snorts turning around so I can jump on his back. 
“Joe really gave you a run for your money huh? was it that good when I fucked you?” he asks. I peck his cheek. 
“of course it was” I tease. 
“hey I could leave you right here and make you crawl, letting the boys know you’re practically paralyzed” he stops walking and in response I wrap my legs tighter around him. He rolls his eyes and takes me to the kitchen, setting me on a chair. I eat in silence while the boys laugh and joke about the events of last night.  

“you were a nice surprise y/n” Caspar says with a grin and I grin sarcastically eating more cereal. I glance at Joe to see him eating his breakfast in silence, completely ignoring me. I frown and look away. I decide its time I leave so I try and stand up but fall, Josh being there to catch me. 
“woah, you okay?” he asks concerned. I look at Jack and he smirks, holding his hand over his mouth to muffle his laughter. I nod with an awkward smile and shuffle away to grab my phone, skirt and jacket. I hear the boys whispering behind me. 

“why is she walking like that is she ok?” Mikey asks. I hear Jack laugh and close my eyes, preparing for him to tell them and for their laughter. 
“Joe fucked her so hard she can’t walk” he whispers. They all laugh and congratulate Joe. I quickly grab my stuff and take one last glance at Joe, wiping away my tears before leaving. 

It had been about a month since then and I was throwing up into the toilet for the second time that day. I huff and grab my phone ringing zoe. 
“hello” she answers. 
“Hi Zoe, is it still alright for me to come over tonight, I know I said I was busy but I really need to see you girls” I whimper. I hear her shuffle, probably sitting up. 
“yeah, are you ok?” she asks concerned. I sniffle. 
“I’ll tell you when I get there” I say and she sighs. 
“see you later” 
“bye Zo” I mutter hanging up the phone. I grab a bag and pack my pj’s and clothes for tomorrow along with other random things- toothbrush, charger, hairbrush etc. I book a train down to Brighton and also an uber. It arrives in no time and I head to the train station. The train ride isn’t very long, only an hour. I get a taxi to Zoe’s house and in no time I’m knocking on the door. 

“hey” Zoe squeals wrapping me in a hug. She ushers me inside and into the living room where Tan and Nim’s are laying down. They jump up and hug me, I hug them back tightly. 
“what’s up, you didn’t sound too good on the phone” Zoe asks sitting me down on the couch. I got to start talking but I can’t speak, I just start sobbing, the girls looking at each other panicked. 
“Babe just breathe, take your time” Tan soothes trying to get me to calm down. It works and my breathing returns to normal, the occasional hiccup interrupting my speech. 
“now what’s up?” Nim asks. 
“I think I’m pregnant” I mutter but they all hear me. 
“what? why? how? with who?”Tan exclaims. I sigh. 
“yeah, I had a one night stand about a month ago, I’ve been throwing up for the past week and I’m late on my period” I cry. 
“who was he?” Nim’s asks. 
“uhm you know him, he left right before I woke up, after I told him I loved him the night before” I sob. Zoe looks at me sternly wiping my tears away. 
“who is it?” she asks. 
“Joe” I whimper and they gasp. “I know, it’s bad, I don’t know what I was thinking” I sigh. 
“he left you?” Zoe fumes. 
“I mean technically, we were drunk and we were in Jack’s, I got dared to give him a lap dance and then he took me into the guest room, he left me in the bed and we haven’t spoken properly since” I murmur. They are too shocked to speak. 

“when you say you told him you loved hm what to you mean?” Naomi questions. 
“we we’re cuddling… afterward” I make hand gestures and they nod trying not to laugh ”and I thought he was asleep, so I started talking but I guess he wasn’t asleep” I huff. Zoe rubs my arm. 

“come on” Tan exclaims standing up.
“where are we going” I sigh. 
“to get a pregnancy test” she says. I huff and stand up following them into Zoe’s car, Naomi and I go into the shop while the other two wait in the car. We awkwardly purchase the pregnancy test, nearly making it out of the shop without running into fans, but as we’re leaving we hear squeals and turn around, I drop the test and my eyes widen as the fans, who have their cameras out, look at what I drop and scream excitedly. We ignore all questions about the test, taking pictures with them and hurrying back to the car. Zoe belts it back to the house and we all scurry tp the bathroom. They leave me while I do my business but then all sit around it waiting for it to change. After 3 minutes the alarm on Zoe’s phone go off and we all reach for the test. I grab it and look at it, my hand flying to my mouth and tears rushing to the surface. Zoe grabs it out of my hands and squeals. 

“I’m going to have a niece or nephew” she jumps up cheering. I choke back and sob shaking my head. 
“no, Zoe this isn’t good” I cry and she stops jumping around bending down to my height. “he doesn’t want me Zo, he’s not going to want this kid! and if he does he’ll force himself to be with me for the baby because he’s a good guy, I’m going to ruin his life, Zoe this isn’t good. He’ll hate me” I sob falling to my knees on the floor. The girls crowd around me giving me a group hug. 
“he’ll never hate you and he won’t force himself, he’ll be with you because he wants to” Tan ensures me. They continue to soothe me as we cuddle on the couch with lots of food and movies. I don’t know about the girls but I end u falling asleep on the couch. 

I’m woken up by Alfie who gives me a sad smile. 
“hey butternut” he says, saying my nickname. 
“hey, you heard huh?” I sigh. He nods. 
“Zoe told me, I found the test on the table, don’t be mad at her.” he explains. 
“I’m not mad” I giggle. “relieved I don’t have to tell you myself actually” I snort. He looks at me seriously. 
“he loves you, whatever you think you’re wrong. He loves you and he’ll love this baby” he grabs my cheeks and I bite my lip trying not to cry. He sighs pulling me into a hug. We stand up. 
“thanks Alfie” I mutter and he pecks my forehead. We head into the kitchen where the girls are cooking breakfast. They smile when they see me. 
“you want some bacon?” Zoe chirps. 
“ohh yeah-” I start but then catch a whiff of it and run to the bathroom, throwing up everything in my stomach. I feel Nim’s hands rubbing my back and when I’m finished she hands me my toothbrush. I smile appreciatively and brush my teeth before joining the others. 

“uh, I actually need to get home. I have a meeting later, that I’ll probably cancel anyway but…” I giggle and they smile. I get dressed and join them at the door. I say bye to Alfie and the girls jump in the car driving me to the train station. We all step out and they even walk me to the gate, they wait until the train is about to pull up to give me hugs and comforting words. I get on the train and wave to them. Being alone for an entire hour isnt ideal but here I am. About 15 minutes before we get back to London I get a call from Jack. 

“Hey” I chirp trying to sound hapy. 
“Hi where are you?” he asks. 
“uh on a train?” I reply. confused. 
“where have you been?” 
“Brighton with the girls, Jack why are you asking so many questions?” I sigh knowing something was up and that I’ll have to deal with it. 
“we’re in your apartment and your not so we got a bit worried” he huffs. 
“we?” I cringe. 
“buttercream” he mumbles, as that’s what they fans called them. I exhale loudly. 
“okay, I’m just pulling up to the station, I’ll get a taxi and be there in ten?” I mutter. I hear him hum on the other end. 
“okie doke, bye” he calls. 
“byee” I murmur rolling my eyes and hanging up. 

The ride to my apartment is very long, if the buttercream squads there that includes Joe. I unlock the door to my flat and see them all lounging on my couch eating food. 
“uhm hey?” I say sarcastically. “no really make yourself right at home” I mumble putting my keys on the counter and pulling my jacket off, dropping my bag by the stairs. They are all silently staring at me and I huff having had enough of it. 
“Why are you all here?” I exclaim. 
“well, we seen this picture on twitter and wondered what was going on?” Conor sighs showing me a quad image of Nim and I in the shop, both of us very flustered and a close up of the pregnancy test. My face pales and my throat dries up. They raise their eyebrows and take my silence as a confirmation. 

“how far along?” Caspar asks. I twiddle my fingers a little. 
“uhm about a month” I reply with a nod. I see Joe’s head snap up out of the corner of my eye and gulp. 
“do you know who’s it is?” Joe asks quietly and I frown. 
“of course I do, I’m not a slut” I bite back, Joe gulps. 
“do we know him?” Josh asks. I nod again turning to face Joe. The other realize and slowly start to leave. 
“you left me” I whisper and he looks at me guiltily. 
“I didn’t want you to panic being sober and realizing what we did” he mutters. 
“You heard me, I know you did. You know I love you, why would you do that?” I spit. 
“I just thought you were drunk” he sighs. 
“and then on top of that you ignore me for a month” I cry. 
“yeah I know I did, I didn’t mean to but I’ve thought a lot this month, after not talking to you it made me realize how much I love you” he breathes stepping closer. My eyes widen and I don’t have any time to think before his body is trapping mine against the counter and his lips are moving feverishly against mine. He pulls away and puts his hands on my stomach. 
“are you really pregnant?” he whispers. I nod. 
“are you mad?” I mumble, he shakes his head. 
“I mean I’m a little disappointed, I still like going out clubbing with the boys but I could never ask for anything better, having a baby- babies- with you is all I want, accidents happen but they’re not all bad” he sighs moving his hands from my stomach to my hips 
“well you still can do them things, but you’ll have to come home to me and a little baby, are you sure that’s what you want?” I ask, nervous for his answer. 
“hooking up and that’s fun, but it can’t beat coming home to you, and anyway why look for somebody else in a club when I have you. I’m going to be the best damn dad I can be” he mutters pulling me close. He kisses me again and its I who pulls away this time. 
“Zoe’s excited to be an aunt” I giggle. 
“Zoe knew before me” he pouts. I nod and peck his lips making him smile. 

“I really do love you” he whispers. 
“I love you to” 

Someone to Stay - AU

Previous chapters

Chapter 9

Claire tossed the newspaper aside, sighing in frustration.

Joe had stuffed the copy in her locker, attached to a Post-It with a question mark and a heart drawn on it. It was a daily gossip rag, featuring a picture snapped at the restaurant before Christmas. Jamie was featured at an angle, smiling at Claire, and then a smaller picture beneath that showing Claire’s face for all to see.

The article labeled Claire as Jamie’s new squeeze (God, who even used that word?) and included accurate details of her work and past. She guessed it wasn’t that hard to Google. She ran a hand through her curls, and with the other clutched at the chain around her neck until she touched the ruby ring, for comfort.

She felt her privacy had been invaded, obviously, but also that protective bubble they had formed around them, separate from Jamie Fraser the rock star. This was reality seeping in. It was relatively harmless, but still…

Claire sighed again. There was work to do.

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“I wish you didn’t have to go.”

The room was dark; a faraway streetlight cast a glow through the window so their features were faintly outlined. Jamie gave a brief laugh, and his hand never stopped tracing patterns on her back.

“I ken how ye feel. On the one hand, I would like nothing more than to stay wi’ ye. On the other, there’s the second thing l love most – music.”

“The second, huh?” Claire kissed his shoulder and snuggled in closer.

“The writing, composing, working with my mates… it’s such a part of who I am. I’m blessed many times over.”

Claire made a small noise of agreement and held him closer to her. There had been a couple more pictures Claire and Jamie walking around London. She had taken to wearing thick woolly scarves to wrap around the lower half of her face, obscuring most of it from view of the constant, clicking paparazzi.

Her flat and Jamie’s had become a sanctuary away from curious eyes who sometimes believed that because Jamie was a public figure, they were entitled to touch and scream at him. And that because Claire was dating him and therefore ‘hers’, she deserved vitriol and hatred.

Was he worth it too? The small inconveniences? Joe had had hospital security escort her as she left work. She plainly ignored the photographers who regularly camped outside her building. She refused to take calls from various morning shows who wanted to interview her or get her opinion on various celebrity topics. She got hate e-mail from spurious accounts and the occasional mean glare from random strange women.

Yes, she would do it all again in a heartbeat.

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“Call me when you land.” Claire swallowed against the lump in her throat as she gripped the front of his jacket.

“Ye ken I will, Sassenach.” Jamie wrapped his arms around her waist and rested his forehead against hers. “I’ll be back before ye notice. We’ll talk every day. We’ll both be busy as bees, and time will fly by. Dinna fash, alright?” He bent his mouth to hers and lost themselves in each other, ignoring the blaring airport announcements and the racket of other passengers awaiting flights.

Claire held him tight, a small thread of fear weaving into her heart. She didn’t know why she felt so emotional, so clingy – she who was usually so practical and sensible. Perhaps because her heart understood how much it stood to lose if Jamie ever left for good.

Jamie gave her discreet pat on the bottom, making her laugh, and the somber mood was broken. He kissed her nose with a whispered I love you and shouldered his carry-on backpack. Claire crossed her arms, holding herself as he walked down the gangway. Jamie turned and waved, then marched around the corner out of sight. Until three weeks.

One minute down – 30,239 minutes to go.

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“What makes it go faster, Sassenach, is that I had many song lyrics written down. We’re here fine-tuning and coming up wi’ music to accompany them,” Jamie said, his face crystal clear on the screen.

“I’m glad,” Claire replied, sipping her coffee one-handed as she held her phone to video chat with him; she was still in her robe and pajamas, enjoying a rare morning off from the hospital. “What else have you been doing?”

“No’ much. We’ve been out to dinner a few times, me and the lads, and yer friend Geillis and Rupert are really something, let me tell ye.” Jamie wrinkled his nose and laughed.

“I hear that too. She’s been texting me a lot the past week.” Geillis had been thrilled to be in the same city with Rupert for once, and both had been out and about frequently. Rupert was not as high profile as Jamie, so reporters and paparazzi seemed to leave them alone. Geillis had, however, been discussing Claire’s new public persona frequently via phone, asking her how she felt about it and offering much-needed reassurance.

“And ye, mo nighean donn?”

“Work. Study. Work. Study. Medical school is hard, but I love it,” Claire said happily, nestling into the corner of her couch. “I’m preparing for my next class this afternoon, and I have a lot of notes to go through.”

“Then I won’t keep ye. It’s good to see ye, hear yer voice. I miss ye. We’ll talk tonight, aye?” Jamie grabbed his own phone and seemed to be walking down a corridor. Claire recognized it from pictures as the recording studio.

“Of course. I look forward to it.” Claire smiled coyly and drew a finger down the edge of her robe, past the ring on its chain, following it with the camera on her phone until she heard Jamie gasp.

“So do I, Sassenach,” he growled as Claire pulled the phone up and blew him a kiss goodbye.

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Claire was focused at the hospital that weekend, intent on helping out an immigrant family whose child had been admitted with a fever. They spoke little English, and Claire had made it her personal mission to help them navigate A&E and support them through this uncertain time.

She was nervous about an upcoming test in her biochemistry class, wanting to do well and prove herself to her professors. She was scheduling study time between her work hours and days off, even using her break time to peruse her textbooks and notes frequently.

So Claire didn’t notice the looks and whispers some of the other staff were giving her, particularly the female nurses. No one had spoken to her directly about any problem or incident, so she ignored it for the most part. Until Dr. Abernathy approached her at the end of her shift.

She wound around her neck a beautiful blue, red, and green tartan scarf; a gift from Jenny in Fraser colors. She was about to step outside when Joe called out.

“Lady Jane? Do you have a minute?”

“Sure,” Claire said, confused. “Is it a patient? Should I change again?”

“No, it’s—personal. Please, LJ, come with me.”

Claire was instantly alert, sensing tension in Joe’s tone. Perhaps she had made a mistake in one of her charts. She started going through a mental list of her patients and their care as she strode briskly next to Joe down the hall to his small office.

Dr. Abernathy let her in first and shut the door firmly behind him and sat in his swivel chair, facing Claire. She sat down herself and gripped her purse, still confused as to what was so urgent.

“Claire, I asked the staff not to mention anything since I overheard the talk in the hospital lounge, because I thought it would upset you,” he began.

“Upset me? About what?”

“I suppose you haven’t seen it. I’m sorry, Lady Jane.” Joe sighed.

Claire exhaled in a huff. “Joe, I don’t understand it. Seen what? All this drama—”

Dr. Abernathy reached into a drawer and pulled out a folded newspaper. He flattened it out with the briefest hesitation on the desktop so Claire could read it.

Jamie Fraser, lead singer of The Clan, caught in secret rendez-vous with famous French pop star Annalise de Marillac.

Break up, Make up - Joe Sugg

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As you looked over at your wall, you couldn’t help but roll your eyes. The picture frame of photos of you and Joe had been there for years. Three to be exact. You and Zoe have been friends for about five years now and for the first two years, you had a massive crush on Joe. Everyone knew you two would end up dating at some point since whenever you were around him, it was a massive flirt-fest. He would flirt with you, you would flirt with him but nothing ever progressed until two years later. 

It was at a Christmas party and although you felt like you hadn’t put in that much effort, Joe thought you looked amazing. That night, drinks were flowing causing Joe’s confidence to grow so he took you outside onto the balcony, insisting that you two take some photos and during one of the selfies, he kissed you. It had caught you so off guard that you managed to snap of photo of the kiss and now it was the center of the picture frame.

For the first couple of months of your relationship, it was everything you ever wanted but soon, things started to get messy. He got on your nerves way more than he did before, he always took the things you said the wrong way and you two ended up fighting more than you did anything else. So you broke up, however it’s much easier to stay broken up when you’re not good friends with his sister. Your friendship with Zoe meant you saw Joe a lot more than you’d like and any time you did, you ended up in each other’s beds. You never really understood why it happened or why you could hangout like friends, not fight and end up sleeping together.

“This has to stop.” You said to Joe. After a night out with your friends, you ran into Joe and of course, he came back to your place.

“Why? It’s fun.” He said, trying to find his shirt that went flying the minute you two walked through the door.

“Does it not bother you that friends with benefits is all we’re ever going to be?” Although the two of you hadn’t agreed on being Friends with Benefits, you technically were.

“Babe, come on.” Joe said, walking over to your side of the bed and sitting down. “You know I care about you.”

“But we’re fooling ourselves, Joe!” You yelled as you sat up. “We don’t work! We never have! The longer we spend doing this, the harder it’s going to be to find someone we can actually see a future with!” Joe let out a huff as you finished speaking and you didn’t really understand why. “What?”

“I never said I didn’t see a future with you.”

“You never acted like you did either.” You said, honestly. Yeah, you felt that Joe wanted to be with you but you didn’t think he was in it for the long run. “Joe, I love you but maybe we’re just better off as friends…just friends.”

“But I don’t want to be just friends!” Joe yelled, getting up from the bed. “Don’t you get that? Why do you think this happens? Why do you think I haven’t slept with someone other than you for five years now! Even before we started dating! I haven’t even thought of another girl because I’m so in love with you!”

“Why didn’t you tell me all of this while we were dating!?” You yelled back. “Why did you always start a fight!?”

“I took you for granted.” He explained. His voice being a lot more calm. “I assumed you were always going to be there because for me…that’s how I wanted it. If someone asked me what my future looked like; it wasn’t Youtube and it wasn’t travelling; it was you and it scared me.”

You stayed quiet; not really knowing what to say. Sure, you’ve had serious conversations with Joe but he never really opened up like he was now. You were finally getting the answers you wanted.

“Let’s try again.” He said, coming over to you and putting your hands in his. “I promise I’ll do everything I can to make it work and I’ll treat you a million times better than I did before. No fighting, no taking you for granted, no problems; just you and me.”

You thought about it. You loved him. And although you were unsure if it was going to work, you wanted to try. You needed to know if Joe was really your future or not. You tightened your grip on his hands, nodding your head.

“I love you.” He said, pressing his lips against yours.

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A/N: Just a sweet little story to make up for the heartbreaking one I posted the other day. Enjoy! Xx


“What the fuck?!”


Jack’s head snaps up to the doorway, blinking slowly at the outburst he’d just heard. He had been sitting on the couch, half watching a show while Joe finished up some work in the office. Although most of his attention had been on Instagram on his phone, where he had been posting the newest photos that had been sent to him.

“Babe?” Jack calls out hesitantly, slight worry lingering on his words.

Instead of a response though, the sound of footsteps bouncing off the walls greets him, and a moment later, Joe appears, lips turned down in a frown, his phone clutched in his hand.

“Everything okay?” Jack asks, studying his boyfriends face.

“No.”

“Alright….”

“What the fuck is this?” Joe thrusts his phone forward, displaying Jack’s Instagram feed.

The younger man’s eyes dart from Joe’s phone to his face, his mind trying to figure out what exactly it is that Joe is saying, but he comes up blank.

“Uhm, your phone?”

“Not the phone.” Joe’s face contorts into one of frustration as he stalks forward, his phone still held up, “The pictures, Jack!”

“What about them?!”

“What not about them?!”

“That doesn’t even make sense!”

“It makes perfect sense!” Joe snaps as Jack takes the phone from him, once both hands are free, he crosses his arms, staring down at Jack as he clicks on to a couple of his photos.


“Wait….” A slow grin spreads across Jack’s lips as he lifts his eyes from the phone screen and up to Joe’s face, “I just posted those three new ones now.”

The older man tenses up, “Your point?”

“Do you have notifications turned on for me?”

“What?!” Joe’s eyes widen, “No!”

“You totally do, don’t you?!” Jack laughs, leaning away as Joe reaches for his phone.

“I do not!” Joe huffs, falling onto Jack as he tries to steal his phone back, but his boyfriend just stretches on the couch, keeping the phone just out of reach as he checks Joe’s profile.

“The phone doesn’t lie, babe!” Jack laughs, grinning when Joe buries his face into Jack’s neck, having given up trying to retrieve his phone, knowing there was no point any more.

“Shut up.”

“About you having my post notifications turned on? Never.” Jack’s free hand moves to Joe’s back, rubbing it slowly. “And I’ll never shut up about you getting upset over my newest photos.”

“It’s not fair that you look that good!” Joe whines, resting his chin on Jack’s chest to gaze up at his boyfriend, “So yes I’m going to get upset!”

“What about the photos you post?” Jack retaliates, “You look just as good if not better!”

“We are not about to get in to a fight about who’s the better looking one in this relationship.” Joe shakes his head.

“Because I’m right and it’s you? Alright.” Jack smirks, chuckling when the other man rolls his eyes.


The two fall into a silence, Joe having shifted his body more comfortably on top of Jack’s, the younger man’s fingers tracing random patterns into Joe’s back.

“Weren’t you meant to be doing work?” Jack finally asks, his voice low.

“I got distracted.”

“Because of pictures?”

“Because of pictures of my incredibly attractive boyfriend.”

“Ah, so sorry for forgetting that small detail.”

“It’s okay, you’re forgiven.” Joe lifts his head from where it had been resting against Jack’s chest, stretching up to place a gentle kiss on Jack’s jaw.

“So, this means you like the photos then?” Jack tilts his head down to smile at Joe.

“They’re amazing, babe.”

“Only amazing?”

“I already complimented you.”

“True.”


Another moment of silence falls over them before Jack remembers something.

“Are you going to react like this the next time I post more photos?”

“There’s more?!”

Ignorance is Bliss // Matthew Gray Gubler x Reader

Prompt: Reader remains oblivious to Matthew’s failed flirting attempts while on set of Criminal Minds

Requested by: Anonymous


It was an unusually gloomy morning in Los Angeles, the sky dull with clouds and the weather chilly as the cold breeze blew threw the air. The cast and crew were all scattered on the Criminal Minds set, awaiting to be given direction. The actors were all seated, either going over their script or merely scrolling through their phones to pass the time.

AJ turned to you, happily showing you a photograph of one of her sons that her husband had sent her on her phone. You smiled at the carefree look on his face as he played on a swing set.

“You have the cutest kids,” you commented as you returned to the script in front of you. You were a fairly new member of their cast as you had landed the role of their newest BAU agent, and you would still strive to do your best. The others thought your dedication was adorable as you spent nearly every waking moment going over lines.

“You ever think of having kids yourself?” Matthew asked as he overheard your comment. “You’d make a beautiful mother.”

You raised an eyebrow as you looked at the man’s curious look, his comment both flattering yet unexpected. He merely grinned, that usual easy-going yet fun Gubler vibe radiating from him.

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Please see UPDATE list at http://losttoy.tumblr.com/post/136395727651/black-people-killed-by-police-2015-as-of-jan-1

Blacks killed by police in 2015 (as of March 22nd)
Bernard Moore 62
Lavall Hall 25
Jonathan Ryan Paul 42
Jamie Croom 31
Terry Garnett Jr. 37
Monique Jenee Deckard 43
Tony Terrell Robinson Jr. 19
Tyrone Ryerson Lawrence 45
Naeschylus Vinzant 37
Andrew Anthony Williams 48
Dewayne Deshawn Ward Jr. 29
Ledarius Williams 23
Yvette Henderson 38
Edward Donnell Bright, Sr. 56
Thomas Allen Jr. 34
Charley Leundeu Keunang, “Africa” 43
Fednel Rhinvil 25
Shaquille C. Barrow 20
Kendre Omari Alston 16
Brandon Jones 18
Darrell “Hubbard” Gatewood 47
Cornelius J. Parker 28
Ian Sherrod 40
Jermonte Fletcher 33
Darin Hutchins 26
Glenn C. Lewis 37
Calvon A. Reid 39
Tiano Meton 25
Demaris Turner 29
Isaac Holmes 19
A’Donte Washington 16
Terry Price 41
Stanley Lamar Grant 38
Askari Roberts 35
Dewayne Carr 42
Terrance Moxley 29
Theodore Johnson 64
Cedrick Lamont Bishop 30
Anthony Hill 27
Terence D. Walke 21
Janisha Fonville 20
Phillip Watkins 23
Anthony Bess 49
Desmond Luster, Sr. 45
James Howard Allen 74
Natasha McKenna 37
Herbert Hill 26
Markell Atkins 36
Kavonda Earl Payton 39
Rodney Walker 23
Donte Sowell 27
Mario A. Jordan 34
Artago Damon Howard 36
Andre Larone Murphy Sr. 42
Marcus Ryan Golden 24
Brian Pickett 26
Hashim Hanif Ibn Abdul-Rasheed 41
Ronald Sneed 31
Leslie Sapp III 47
Matthew Ajibade 22

Blacks killed by police in 2014
Kevin Davis, 44
Eric Tyrone Forbes, 28
Jerame C. Reid, 36
David Andre Scott, 28
Quentin Smith, 23
Terrence Gilbert, 25
Carlton Wayne Smith, 20
Gregory Marcus Gray, 33
Antonio Martin, 18
Tyrone Davis, 43
Xavier McDonald, 16
Brandon Tate-Brown, 26
Dennis Grisgby, 35
Michael D. Sulton, 23
Thurrell Jowers, 22
Travis Faison, 24
Calvin Peters, 49
Christopher Bernard Doss, 41
Jerry Nowlin, 39
William Mark Jones, 50
Rumain Brisbon, 34
Lincoln Price, 24
Eric Ricks, 30
Leonardo Marquette Little, 33
Tamir E. Rice, 12
Akai Gurley, 28
Myron De’Shawn May, 39
Keara Crowder, 29
Tanisha N. Anderson, 37
Darnell Dayron Stafford, 31
David Yearby, 27
Aura Rosser, 40
Carlos Davenport, 51
Cinque DJahspora, 20
Rauphael Thomas, 29
Christopher M. Anderson, 27
Charles Emmett Logan, 68
John T. Wilson, III, 22
Christopher Mason McCray, 17
Kaldrick Donald, 24
Zale Thompson, 32
Terrell Lucas, 22
Ronnie D. McNary, 44
Adam Ardett Madison, 28
Balantine Mbegbu, 65
Elisha Glass, 20
Qusean Whitten, 18
Vonderrit Myers Jr., 18
O’Shaine Evans, 26
Latandra Ellington, 36
Aljarreau Cross, 29
Iretha Lilly, 37
Lashano J. Gilbert, 31
Miguel Benton, 19
Eugene Williams, 38
Tracy A. Wade, 39
Javonta Darden, 20
Marlon S. Woodstock, 38
Oliver Jarrod Gregoire, 26
Nolan Anderson, 50
Cameron Tillman, 14
John Jolly Jr., 28
Charles Smith, 29
Michael Willis Jr., 42
Briant Paula, 26
Kashad Ashford, 23
Carrey Brown, 26
Ceasar Adams, 36
Ricky Deangelo Hinkle, 47
Elijah Jackson, 33
Darrien Nathaniel Hunt, 22
Shawn Brown, 20
Alphonse Edward Perkins, 50
Naim Owens, 22
Kendrick Brown, 35
Eugene N. Turner III, 28
Ronald Singleton, 45
Jeremy Lewis, 33
Vernicia Woodward, 26
Cortez Washington, 32
Steven Lashone Douglas, 29
Desean Pittman, 20
Roshad McIntosh, 18
Anthony Lamar Brown, 39
Arvel Douglas Williams, 30
Darius Cole-Garrit, 21
Kajieme Powell, 25
David Ellis, 29
Luther Lathron Walker, 38
Andre Maurice Jones, 37
Frederick R. Miller, 38
Michelle Cusseaux, 50
Dante Parker, 36
Corey Levert Tanner, 24
Ezell Ford, 25
Robert Baltimore, 34
Dustin Keith Glover, 27
Eddie Davis, 67
Michael Brown, Jr., 18
Michael Laray Dozer, 26
John Crawford III, 22
Daniel Row, 37
Jacorey Calhoun, 23
Anthony Callaway, 27
Patrick Small, 27
Harrison Carter, 29
Vamond Arqui Elmore, 37
Donovan Bayton, 54
Charles Leon Johnson, II, 29
Briatay McDuffie, 19
Jonathan L. Williams, 25
Eric Garner, 43
Dominique Charon Lewis, 23
Michael Reams, 47
Lawrence Campbell, 27
Kenny Clinton Walker, 23
Tyshawn Hancock, 37
Charles Goodridge, 53
Cedric Stanley, 35
Ennis Labaux, 37
Warren Robinson, 16
Christopher Jones, 30
Icarus Randolph, 26
Jacqueline Nichols, 64
Jerry Dwight Brown, 41
Nyocomus Garnett, 35
Rodney Hodge, 33
Paul Ray Kemp Jr., 40
Dennis Hicks, 29
Samuel Johnson, 45
Lavon King, 20
Antoine Dominique Hunter, 24
Samuel Shields, 49
Juan May, 45
Denzell Curnell, 19
Ismael Sadiq, 30
Devaron Ricardo Wilburn, 21
John Schneider, 24
Jason Harrison, 38
Frank Rhodes, 61
Roylee Vell Dixon, 48
Broderick Johnson, 21
David Latham, 35
Lonnie Flemming, 31
Steven Thompson, 26
Thomas Dewitt Johnson, 28
Frank McQueen, 34
Sandy Jamel McCall, 33
Quintico Goolsby, 36
Dominique Franklin, Jr., 23
George V. King, 19
James Renee White Jr., 21
Devante Kyshon Hinds, 21
Pearlie Golden, 93
Jerome Dexter Christmas, 44
Armand Martin, 50
Dontre H. Hamilton, 31
Joe Huff, 86
Emmanuel Wooten
Matthew Walker, 55
Daniel Christoph Yealu, 29
Adrian Williams, 29
Gregory Towns, 24
Jameel Kareem Ofurum Harrison, 34
Zikarious Jaquan Flint, 20
Raason Shaw, 20
DeAndre Lloyd Starks, 27
Douglas Cooper, 18
Winfield Carlton Fisher III, 32
Deosaran Maharaj, 51
Daniel Martin, 47
Emerson Clayton Jr., 21
Rebecca Lynn Oliver, 24
Treon “Tree” Johnson, 27
Gabriella Monique Nevarez, 22
Marquise Jones, 23
Kenneth Christopher Lucas, 38
Keith Atkinson, 31
Yvette Smith, 45
D’Andre Berghardt Jr., 20
Stephon Averyhart, 27
Anthony Bartley, 21
Earnest Satterwhite, Sr., 68
Anneson Joseph, 28
Alton Reaves, 31
McKenzie Cochran, 25
Cornelius Turner, 19
Eldrin Loren Smart, 31
Henry Jackson, 19
Jordan Baker, 26
Gregory Vaughn Hill Jr., 30
Paul Smith, 58
Jeffrey Ragland, 50
Kendall Alexander, 34

First thing, this was put together early in the morning on March 22 using information from www.killedbypolice.net. This passes no judgment on guilt or innocence, just a full list. Second thing, this not include people like Travon Martin or Jordan Davis, who were killed by “stand your ground” laws by civilians. This also does not include kids like Lennon Lacy who found hanging from a swing set in North Carolina in what looks like a lynching. I also did not include anything pre-2014 since the whole “black lives matter” started. This by far is not a complete list.

However, this list is important. Sure Michael Brown, Eric Garner and Tamir Rice just get the headlines, but every name needs to be remembered.

Please see UPDATE list at http://losttoy.tumblr.com/post/136395727651/black-people-killed-by-police-2015-as-of-jan-1

Here are the names of Black people killed by police in 2015 (R.I.P)

(and these are just the ones we know about)

Walter Scott 50
Bernard Moore 62
Lavall Hall 25
Jonathan Ryan Paul 42
Jamie Croom 31
Terry Garnett Jr. 37
Monique Jenee Deckard 43
Tony Terrell Robinson Jr. 19
Tyrone Ryerson Lawrence 45
Naeschylus Vinzant 37
Andrew Anthony Williams 48
Dewayne Deshawn Ward Jr. 29
Ledarius Williams 23
Yvette Henderson 38
Edward Donnell Bright, Sr. 56
Thomas Allen Jr. 34
Charley Leundeu Keunang, “Africa” 43
Fednel Rhinvil 25
Shaquille C. Barrow 20
Kendre Omari Alston 16
Brandon Jones 18
Darrell “Hubbard” Gatewood 47
Cornelius J. Parker 28
Ian Sherrod 40
Jermonte Fletcher 33
Darin Hutchins 26
Glenn C. Lewis 37
Calvon A. Reid 39
Tiano Meton 25
Demaris Turner 29
Isaac Holmes 19
A’Donte Washington 16
Terry Price 41
Stanley Lamar Grant 38
Askari Roberts 35
Dewayne Carr 42
Terrance Moxley 29
Theodore Johnson 64
Cedrick Lamont Bishop 30
Anthony Hill 27
Terence D. Walke 21
Janisha Fonville 20
Phillip Watkins 23
Anthony Bess 49
Desmond Luster, Sr. 45
James Howard Allen 74
Natasha McKenna 37
Herbert Hill 26
Markell Atkins 36
Kavonda Earl Payton 39
Rodney Walker 23
Donte Sowell 27
Mario A. Jordan 34
Artago Damon Howard 36
Andre Larone Murphy Sr. 42
Marcus Ryan Golden 24
Brian Pickett 26
Hashim Hanif Ibn Abdul-Rasheed 41
Ronald Sneed 31
Leslie Sapp III 47
Matthew Ajibade 22

Here are the names of Black people killed by police in 2014 (R.I.P)

Kevin Davis, 44
Eric Tyrone Forbes, 28
Jerame C. Reid, 36
David Andre Scott, 28
Quentin Smith, 23
Terrence Gilbert, 25
Carlton Wayne Smith, 20
Gregory Marcus Gray, 33
Antonio Martin, 18
Tyrone Davis, 43
Xavier McDonald, 16
Brandon Tate-Brown, 26
Dennis Grisgby, 35
Michael D. Sulton, 23
Thurrell Jowers, 22
Travis Faison, 24
Calvin Peters, 49
Christopher Bernard Doss, 41
Jerry Nowlin, 39
William Mark Jones, 50
Rumain Brisbon, 34
Lincoln Price, 24
Eric Ricks, 30
Leonardo Marquette Little, 33
Tamir E. Rice, 12
Akai Gurley, 28
Myron De’Shawn May, 39
Keara Crowder, 29
Tanisha N. Anderson, 37
Darnell Dayron Stafford, 31
David Yearby, 27
Aura Rosser, 40
Carlos Davenport, 51
Cinque DJahspora, 20
Rauphael Thomas, 29
Christopher M. Anderson, 27
Charles Emmett Logan, 68
John T. Wilson, III, 22
Christopher Mason McCray, 17
Kaldrick Donald, 24
Zale Thompson, 32
Terrell Lucas, 22
Ronnie D. McNary, 44
Adam Ardett Madison, 28
Balantine Mbegbu, 65
Elisha Glass, 20
Qusean Whitten, 18
Vonderrit Myers Jr., 18
O’Shaine Evans, 26
Latandra Ellington, 36
Aljarreau Cross, 29
Iretha Lilly, 37
Lashano J. Gilbert, 31
Miguel Benton, 19
Eugene Williams, 38
Tracy A. Wade, 39
Javonta Darden, 20
Marlon S. Woodstock, 38
Oliver Jarrod Gregoire, 26
Nolan Anderson, 50
Cameron Tillman, 14
John Jolly Jr., 28
Charles Smith, 29
Michael Willis Jr., 42
Briant Paula, 26
Kashad Ashford, 23
Carrey Brown, 26
Ceasar Adams, 36
Ricky Deangelo Hinkle, 47
Elijah Jackson, 33
Darrien Nathaniel Hunt, 22
Shawn Brown, 20
Alphonse Edward Perkins, 50
Naim Owens, 22
Kendrick Brown, 35
Eugene N. Turner III, 28
Ronald Singleton, 45
Jeremy Lewis, 33
Vernicia Woodward, 26
Cortez Washington, 32
Steven Lashone Douglas, 29
Desean Pittman, 20
Roshad McIntosh, 18
Anthony Lamar Brown, 39
Arvel Douglas Williams, 30
Darius Cole-Garrit, 21
Kajieme Powell, 25
David Ellis, 29
Luther Lathron Walker, 38
Andre Maurice Jones, 37
Frederick R. Miller, 38
Michelle Cusseaux, 50
Dante Parker, 36
Corey Levert Tanner, 24
Ezell Ford, 25
Robert Baltimore, 34
Dustin Keith Glover, 27
Eddie Davis, 67
Michael Brown, Jr., 18
Michael Laray Dozer, 26
John Crawford III, 22
Daniel Row, 37
Jacorey Calhoun, 23
Anthony Callaway, 27
Patrick Small, 27
Harrison Carter, 29
Vamond Arqui Elmore, 37
Donovan Bayton, 54
Charles Leon Johnson, II, 29
Briatay McDuffie, 19
Jonathan L. Williams, 25
Eric Garner, 43
Dominique Charon Lewis, 23
Michael Reams, 47
Lawrence Campbell, 27
Kenny Clinton Walker, 23
Tyshawn Hancock, 37
Charles Goodridge, 53
Cedric Stanley, 35
Ennis Labaux, 37
Warren Robinson, 16
Christopher Jones, 30
Icarus Randolph, 26
Jacqueline Nichols, 64
Jerry Dwight Brown, 41
Nyocomus Garnett, 35
Rodney Hodge, 33
Paul Ray Kemp Jr., 40
Dennis Hicks, 29
Samuel Johnson, 45
Lavon King, 20
Antoine Dominique Hunter, 24
Samuel Shields, 49
Juan May, 45
Denzell Curnell, 19
Ismael Sadiq, 30
Devaron Ricardo Wilburn, 21
John Schneider, 24
Jason Harrison, 38
Frank Rhodes, 61
Roylee Vell Dixon, 48
Broderick Johnson, 21
David Latham, 35
Lonnie Flemming, 31
Steven Thompson, 26
Thomas Dewitt Johnson, 28
Frank McQueen, 34
Sandy Jamel McCall, 33
Quintico Goolsby, 36
Dominique Franklin, Jr., 23
George V. King, 19
James Renee White Jr., 21
Devante Kyshon Hinds, 21
Pearlie Golden, 93
Jerome Dexter Christmas, 44
Armand Martin, 50
Dontre H. Hamilton, 31
Joe Huff, 86
Emmanuel Wooten
Matthew Walker, 55
Daniel Christoph Yealu, 29
Adrian Williams, 29
Gregory Towns, 24
Jameel Kareem Ofurum Harrison, 34
Zikarious Jaquan Flint, 20
Raason Shaw, 20
DeAndre Lloyd Starks, 27
Douglas Cooper, 18
Winfield Carlton Fisher III, 32
Deosaran Maharaj, 51
Daniel Martin, 47
Emerson Clayton Jr., 21
Rebecca Lynn Oliver, 24
Treon “Tree” Johnson, 27
Gabriella Monique Nevarez, 22
Marquise Jones, 23
Kenneth Christopher Lucas, 38
Keith Atkinson, 31
Yvette Smith, 45
D’Andre Berghardt Jr., 20
Stephon Averyhart, 27
Anthony Bartley, 21
Earnest Satterwhite, Sr., 68
Anneson Joseph, 28
Alton Reaves, 31
McKenzie Cochran, 25
Cornelius Turner, 19
Eldrin Loren Smart, 31
Henry Jackson, 19
Jordan Baker, 26
Gregory Vaughn Hill Jr., 30
Paul Smith, 58
Jeffrey Ragland, 50
Kendall Alexander, 34

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Luztoye - “My parents are coming over in 10 minutes so please put some clothes on”

Thanks, dude! I love writing luztoye, it’s my bread n butter. Hope you like this! <3

send me a prompt!


Joe passes the doorway of their bedroom for the fourth time in 45 minutes to find that Luz is still not out of bed.
“George, it is 11:45, get the fuck up.” Joe fixes the collar of his shirt for the umpteenth time.
Luz groans and pulls his head off of his pillow enough to say, “I don’t feel good, Joey.”
“Don’t Joey me, get up.” He walks to the bed and pats Luz’s hip but Luz snatches his hand and startles him, “Jesus, George!”
Slapping Joe’s hand to his forehead Luz whines, “Lookit me, I’m cooked.”
Joe does admit, Luz’s forehead is warm. He sits on the mess of blankets next to him and takes his hands to his neck, feeling for swollen glands. And shit…
He disappears into the bathroom for a moment and reemerges with a thermometer, water, and four Advil. “Sit up, here,” Joe nearly pulls his boyfriend into a sitting position and sticks the thermometer into his mouth, leaving George to maneuver it under his tongue. George obeys, but slumps into Joe’s side and buries his face in his neck.
“Did this start this morning?” Joe asks, scratching fingers through Luz’s sweaty, unkempt hair.
Luz shakes his head, “Lass nigh’”
“What?” Joe can’t understand him from there, he picks up his head as the thermometer beeps. He reads, “101.”
“Last night.” George repeats. He makes a grab for the water and Advil.
“Ah-ah-ah,” Joe takes them from him and hears George literally whine, “Fever’s not high enough.” Then, “Why didn’t you say anything yesterday?” Hearing his phone buzz, he winces; that’s probably his mother.
“Didn’t think it was that bad,” Luz mumbles, slouching down again.
Joe sighs and hears his phone buzz a second time. He gently lays George back on the bed and goes into the kitchen to check his messages.

Mom: 15 mins out
Mom: can’t wait to see my boys :) :)

“Joe, you took the Advil away!” George calls to him rather accusatorially. Joe texts his mother a smiley face and a heart.
Walking back to the bedroom Joe says, “Look, my parents are coming over in 10 minutes so please put some clothes on.” Joe has been really excited for today’s lunch date, he hasn’t seen his parents in nearly six months and he especially missed his mother.
“Can’t you just ask them to–”
“No.”
“Fine.” George gets up and hobbles to the dresser and starts pulling on a pair of pants. Joe follows him and finds a green button-up, his favorite on George, and all helps him into that, too. “This is on one condition,” George says, “you let me take that Advil.”
Joe huffs a bit but lets it go. When George swallows the pills over the sink and dumps the excess water he says, “You can have this one, but after this you’re sweating it out. Fevers are good for you.”
“Jesus, alright, doc.”
Their doorbell rings once. Before he can get to it, George snags Joe’s collar and tries to give him a kiss. “Ah–fucking, no.” Joe cranes his neck to get away and tosses George’s hands off of him, “You ain’t gettin’ nothing until you heal up some.”
Opening the front door, both Joe and George are greeted with hugs over Joe’s warning that “Luz is sorta sick, maybe don’t kiss him.”
That sets off a motherly, “Oh, Georgie, why didn’t you say anything?” she sets her lips to his forehead, “Joe, what are you doing to this poor boy?”
“What? He’s fine, I’m not doing anything!”
George gives him a wink over his mother’s shoulder.

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You should definitely try your hand at some Babe/Toye!! :D

AN: First prompt done!!! :D I really hope you’ll like it! 

“Fuck,” curses Joe when they step outside. He rakes a hand through his short hair. “You owe me a pack, Babe.”

Babe sighs. “I know, Joe, I’m sorry.”

He stumbles a bit, but Joe catches him by the elbow. “I didn’t know Buck was right handed,” whines Babe.

Joe huffs a raspy laugh. “Me neither. We got well played, my friend.”

Something in Babe’s stomach does a weird flip when Joe calls him friend. Babe is so glad Bill found him. He hangs out with the oldest guys, fitting effortlessly. These past few days, he had tried to meet new people, and not just follow Bill everywhere. Babe’s heart swells thinking about his new friend he made, earning a place at their table. Being called friend by Joe Toye is an honor.

But– Maybe his stomach flips also because Joe’s firm hand is still holding him by the elbow, not letting go as they stand alone in the warm air of the night, surrounded by nothing but the stars and a crisp moon crescent. It shades shadows on Joe’s face, and Babe can make out the fullness of Joe’s lips, turned into a smile. Babe smiles back at Joe, and then looks at the ground, afraid that the color of his cheeks will be visible even in the pale moonlight.

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Not Allowed To Leave

“Joe? Buddy?” Caspar calls out hesitantly as he and Josh walk into their mates flat, the lights all off.

A light groan carries over to the two South Africans from the dark living room, and they share a look before venturing in there.

Josh flicks on the light just as Caspar stumbles over a pile of clothes and empty take out boxes.

“Turn it off!” Joe snaps, turning his head into the cushion, trying to block out the light.

“You alright, Casp?” Josh ignores the man on the couch, focusing instead on the blonde as he rights himself, kicking the pile he had tripped over.

“Yeah. I’m good.” Caspar nods towards Josh, looking around the room. He wrinkles his nose as the filth that has accumulated, finally landing on the small body curled up under a blanket on the couch. “Joe?”

“Piss off.”

“Joe.” Caspar says again, slightly more firm.

“There’s a…smell in here.” Josh comments, also glancing around, nudging a pile of clothes with his foot. “And I don’t think it’s the laundry or garbage.”

Joe finally lifts his head, only to shoot a glare at his two mates. “What are you doing here.”

“We’re worried.” Caspar sighs, his face softening as he takes in Joe’s unwashed hair, his bloodshot eyes, and the sad look on his face.

“I’m fine. You can leave now.”

“No.”

“Caspar.”

“Joe.”

“Alright,” Josh claps his hands together, walking to the couch where he pulls the blanket off, holding it above Joe as the smaller man tries to grab at it, letting out a small whine. “Enough of this bullshit. Get up. Get in the shower. Caspar, you gather the laundry. I’ll get the garbage.”

“I don’t want to.” Joe huffs, letting himself fall back on the couch, arms wrapping around himself.

“It’s been over a week, Joe.” Caspar crosses his arms, narrowing his eyes. “I know it sucks, but you need to get over this. Y/N’s gone.”

“Get over it?” Joe snaps, sitting up to swing his legs so his feet are on the ground. His own eyes narrow into a glare at Caspar, “I can’t just get over it, Caspar. You don’t just get over a broken heart.”

“I’m not saying get over your heart being broken! I’m saying get over…this!” Caspar gestures to the messy room. “This isn’t you. And this is no way of actually getting over Y/N being gone. So get your ass up, get in the shower, and go make yourself not stink. Because me, Josh, and the other boys are taking you out tonight. Suck it up and deal with it.” The blonde finishes, staring down at his best mate, who continues to glare up at him, before finally Joe sighs and pushes himself to his feet.

“Yeah, you’re right. I’m sorry.” He mumbles, making his way towards the stairs, which would lead him up to the bathroom.

Josh raises an eyebrow at Caspar, who shrugs in response before bending down to gather the laundry. Josh simply shakes his head and goes to grab a garbage bag.


Later that night, all the boys stumble back into Joe’s flat, giggling softly to themselves, fuelled by the alcohol streaming through their veins.

“Jack, you can’t flirt worth shit!” Oli shakes his head at the other boy, who tries to shove at Oli’s shoulder, but misses and stumbles, hitting the wall.

“And apparently he can’t walk either!” Conor laughs, tugging at his brother’s arm.

“Oh piss off.” Jack mumbles, straightening himself. “And I flirt just fine. I just didn’t know they were there together…” He continued, rubbing his cheek as he remembers the slaps.

“You guys are ridiculous!” Joe chuckles, running a hand through his hair. “Now, I’m in my bed. The rest of you can figure out who’s sleeping where. I’m going up to bed. Good night all.” He waves as he practically climbs up the stairs.

“Good night!” The boys chorus out to him, and as soon as the sound of Joe’s bedroom door clicks shut reaches them, Caspar spins around to face the boys, who are still teasing Jack lightly.

“We need to help Joe.”

“What are you on about?” Oli questions, falling into the couch.

“It’s probably going to be some ridiculous plan, but I agree.” Josh nods, taking a seat on the couch as well. The two Maynard brothers shoot a confused look at Caspar, still standing, although Jack is swaying slightly.

“We have to get him and Y/N back together.” Caspar says.

“Why?” Conor asks, watching as Jack finally sinks to the floor, leaning back against the couch. “Didn’t they just break up like a week ago?”

“Yes.” Caspar nods, “But Joe is a mess.”

“He seemed fine tonight.” Oli shrugged.

“Trust me, that was not how he started off.” Josh told him, shuddering slightly at the memory of the garbage he had gathered earlier.

“Y/N’s not doing so good either.” Jack mumbles, eyes closed as his head rests on the couch.

“What?” Caspar snaps his head to the younger Maynard. “How do you know?”

“Dude, she’s like one of my best friends. How would I not know?” Jack blinks open his eyes, staring at the ceiling. “Besides, have none of you checked on her?”

There’s a silence hanging in the air, and Jack rolls his eyes, letting his eyes fall shut again. “Figured.”

“See, now we have to get them back together!” Caspar exclaims, eyes shining as he looks around at the boys, who are slowly drifting off.

“In the morning.” Oli mumbles, shifting to lay down on the couch.

“Dibs on the guest bed!” Conor calls out, spinning around to head for the guest room.

“Not fair!” Jack slurs, but he’s falling sideways onto the floor, curling up.

“Fine. Tomorrow, we start the plan.” Caspar decides, glancing at the stairs briefly. “Tomorrow.”


It takes the boys another week to figure out a plan, and then an extra few days to execute it.

Conor invites Joe over, under the pretense that he wants to film a video with him. While Jack invites Y/N over, telling her that he wants to have a best friend night, since she had been so down since the break up.

Both agree, not knowing what was actually planned.

Joe is already in the flat, Conor having lent him the key after telling Joe he’d be running a little late. And Y/N already had a copy of Jack’s key, since she went over there so much, so she simply let herself in.

Humming a song stuck in her head, she made her way further into the flat, shrugging out of her jacket and tossing it onto the couch. At the sound of footsteps, she lifted her gaze to the person entering the room, eyes widening as she realizes who it is.

“Oh.”

“Hi.”

Joe blinks at her, his heart racing as he stares at her.

“Uhm, how are you?” Y/N asks, shifting slightly on her feet.

“I’m good. You?”

“Good. Thanks.” She nods at him, and they fall silent, staring at each other.

“I should go.” Joe blurts, heading for the front door. “I’ll just tell Conor I got busy.” But when he turns the door handle to open the door, it doesn’t budge. “What the…” He tries, using both hands, but there’s no movement. Glancing over his shoulder, he meets Y/N’s confused look, before he focuses back on the door, trying again to open it. This time, he notices there’s resistance, as if someone is holding it from the other side. Sliding over to look out the peep hole in the door, he see’s Jack and Caspar standing there, smirks on their faces.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Joe calls out, causing the two boys on the other side to jump.

“You aren’t leaving until you two talk things out!” Caspar replies, and Joe sighs, running a hand through his hair. He turns to lean agains the door, looking over at Y/N, who’s biting her lip.

“You two are supposed to be together. So talk shit out and kiss and make up. I’m tired of only being able to hang out with one of you!” Jack says through the door, and Y/N lets out a small giggle. Joe feels his lips turn up in a small smile at the sound; he had missed it.

“Do you…” She shrugs, “Want to sit and talk? I have a feeling we’ll be stuck here for a while.”

“Sure.” He nods, pushing himself off the door and follows her into the living room.

For a while, they just sit in silence, avoiding looking at each other.

“I lied.” Y/N blurts out, finally looking Joe in the eyes.

“What?”

“Before. I haven’t been good. I’ve been horrible. I miss you.”

“Oh thank gods…” He breathes out, running a hand through his hair. “Me too. Ask Caspar and Josh. I think I scarred them for life.”

She giggles again, smiling softly over at him.

“What happened?”

“I don’t know.” He shakes his head. “But I’m sorry.”

“So am I.”

“Can we…can we start over?” Joe asks hesitantly. “Because I think Jack is right. We are supposed to be together.”

“I think he’s right too.” Y/N nods, shifting on the couch closer to him. “I think he also mentioned something about kissing and making up?”

“Well, we have to follow through,” He mumbles, bringing a hand up to her cheek. “Or they won’t let us out.”

“Can’t have that, can we?” She replies, closing the distance between their lips, kissing him softly.


A few minutes later, the door cracks open, and Jack and Caspar poke their heads in.

“You guys have been quiet.” Caspar comments.

“Did you kiss and make up?” Jack asks. “And I mean, just kiss. Because that is my couch.”

Laughter reaches their ears, and they decide its safe, so Jack pushes the door open, leading Caspar into the flat.

They both smile as they see the couple together on the couch, smiling up at their friends.

“Oh good.” Caspar grins. “The plan worked!”

“It was a shit plan, bud.” Joe chuckles, shaking his head.

“But it still worked.” Jack pointed out, flopping onto the couch beside Y/N. “And that’s all that matters.”

Hate || Joe (pt 2)

Joe masterpost found here

Word count - 1,348

Summary - The one after the lust wins out.

(part 1)

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After the house party where you hooked up with Joe, it sort of became a regular thing. Any time you were feeling horny, you’d call him and he’d either come over or talk you through what to do, and vice versa. You clarified many times that it was strictly sexual between the two of you, claiming you still hated each other. The thing was, you were starting to question if you were starting to feel a little bit more, and maybe he was too.

What was once quick fucks and long nights fighting for dominance turned into slower actions with more kissing and more passion. It seemed like he cared for you more, and you were sure you cared for him too. You didn’t know how to bring it up, if you should at all. If you were reading it wrong, you’d make a total fool of yourself and would lose whatever you did have with him.

You had just had a horrible day at work. Your boss yelled at you in front of all your coworkers and said that if you made one more mistake, he’d throw you out with no hesitation. Now, you were home dressed in leggings and a large jumper, drinking a glass of wine and eating ice cream from the gallon. You were watching comedies on Netflix trying not to cry but failing miserably. If your mind wandered too much, you’d lose interest in the movie and just sulk about how you were one mistake away from losing your only source of income.

Your phone rang and you groaned, not in the mood to talk to anybody. You picked it up anyway when you saw it was Joe. “Hey,” you said, putting another spoonful of ice cream in your mouth.

“I need you,” he muttered over the phone. “Can I come over?”

“I’m really not in the mood right now,” you said weakly. You stopped crying only seconds before he called, so you were still sniffing lighlty.

“Are you alright?” he asked, his composure changing immediately. You furrowed your eyebrows and pulled your knees up to your chest.

“What do you care?” you said.

“Never mind,” Joe said with a huff. “I’m coming over.”

“Joe-”

He didn’t even give you time to respond, as you were met with only dial tone. You sighed and continued eating your ice cream and staring at the TV. You would just kick him out once he got here. He clearly didn’t get the hint that you weren’t in the mood for a fucking session.

When you heard Joe at the door, you went to open it, not even caring that you probably looked extremely unappealing. “So, what’s going on?” he asked, immediately stepping into your flat and taking off his jacket.

“Joe, I’m not in the mood,” you said sternly, your hands on your hips. “I told you that over the phone.”

“I’m not talking about that right now,” Joe said. “I want to know why you sound so bummy.”

“Bummy?” you repeated.

“Yeah, bummy,” he said. “You sounded bummed out over the phone and I want to know why.”

“I don’t understand why you expect me to spill my feelings out to you,” you said. “Strictly sexual, remember? You don’t want to listen about my shitty day or my shitty job or my shitty boss or- y’know what? You get it. So, I’m asking you again to leave.”

“Clearly I care about your shitty day because I’m here,” he said, sounding frustrated. “I get that you don’t want to fuck right now. If that was the only reason I called you, I would’ve taken the hint at no and taken care of myself. I didn’t come here to force you into having sex. I came here because I care about you and I want to know why you’re upset.” You stared at Joe, trying to read how serious he was. Finally, you sighed and went over to sit on the couch, beckoning him to join you.

“I think I’m going to get fired,” you mumbled, picking at your finger nails. “And, if I get fired, I don’t know what I’ll do. I don’t have enough money to keep paying rent and-” Your voice started shaking so you stopped talking. A tear fell from your eye but you quickly wiped it away.

“I could help you,” Joe offered hesitantly. “Like, I could pay you if you did some stuff for me.”

“I’m not going to exchange sex for money, Joe,” you said, rolling your eyes at his offer.

“That’s not what I meant,” Joe said quickly, almost laughing. “I mean, you could help me out with some YouTube stuff, like getting stuff organized and planning videos and helping with lighting and filming when I need you. I could always use an extra hand. I could, I’ll pay you if you need the extra cash.”

At this, you stared at Joe, your eyebrows furrowed. His eyes were shifting, trying to look anywhere but at you. “Why are you being so nice to me?” you asked. “Are you pranking me or something? I don’t get it. You hate me, remember?”

“You’re not serious, are you?” Joe said, finally looking directly at you. “You can’t really believe that after all this time, I still hate you.” He laughed lightly now, then said, “(Y/N), believe me, I could find a different girl to hook up with if I wanted to. There’s a reason I choose to keep this up with you. It’s because I like hanging out with you. I like being with you. I like, well, yeah the sex is great.” You smiled lightly and looked down at your hands again. “I never thought I could fall in love with someone like you.”

“What do you mean someone like me?” you asked, looking up at him instantly.

“I mean,” he laughed again, “someone who is everything I once convinced myself I hated. Someone who watches Disney movies when she’s sad and then cries like a little kid during it. Someone who eats ice cream straight from the gallon. Someone who parties hard one night but still manages to wake up early the next morning. Someone who actually cares about the people around her. I don’t know what you’ve done, but you got me hooked. It’s like you’ve hypnotized me. I know you feel the same way.” You scoffed but Joe just smirked. “I see the way you look at me,” he said. At that, you didn’t know what to say.

Joe inched closer to you, placing his hand on your cheek. “And baby,” he said, his lips close to yours. “I can’t hate someone who makes my dick this hard.” With a smile, he pressed his lips against yours, holding you close to him. It was a kiss unlike any you shared in the past. It was slow and gentle, his hands on both sides of your face, his thumbs stroking your cheeks gently. You ended up on his lap, your legs on either side of his body. Eventually, you pulled back, your nose still brushing against Joe’s. “Are you still not in the mood?” he asked, a small smile on his face.

“Honestly?” you breathed out. “Not really.” Joe nodded and nudged you off of him, causing your face to drop. Had that really been a whole speech to get you in bed? Joe walked over to your kitchen and came back with a spoon.

“Well,” he smiled. “Pass the ice cream. What film’s up next?”

You smiled back at Joe and handed him the ice cream, then grabbed the remote and cuddled up beside him. Once you both decided on a movie, you set the remote down then looked up at Joe. “You know,” you said. “I never thought I could fall in love with someone like you either, but I guess we don’t always get a say in that sort of thing.”

Joe laughed and rolled his eyes. “I hate you,” he said. This time, it was spoken with a tone of affection.

“I hate you too.”

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trohley coffee shop au - andy is the coffee shop worker, joe is the famous punk

There’s nobody in the coffee shop besides Andy, a few of his co-workers, and Earl, the nice old man that comes in every day at the ass-crack of dawn for a cup of black coffee and the daily newspaper. He sits in the corner and sometimes Andy forgets that he’s there until he hears Earl shuffling pages or clearing hist throat. It’s comforting. 

It’s still early and a few customers have shuffled through for their morning fix before work, but the day is still slow and Andy’s been stocking and restocking bags of coffee beans on the shelves just to kill time. 

Andy hears the bell on the door ring and he turns to greet the customer, stopping short and nearly choking on his tongue when he sees him. 

“Hi there,” the man greets. Andy’s not stupid. He knows who this guy is. He’s Joe Trohman and he’s the guitarist for one of Andy’s favorite bands and what in the fuck is he doing in this tiny coffee shop in Milwaukee. 

“Hi,” Andy greets, nodding slightly, “What can I get started for you?" 

Joe studies the menu, squinting and tilting his head to the side contemplatively. Andy would usually find this kind of behavior annoying. Usually. 

"I’ve never been here before, sorry,” Joe says, flashing a sheepish grin. Andy’s knees don’t go weak. Not at all. 

“It’s cool,” he manages to respond. 

“What do you suggest?" 

Andy blinks. "I’m more of a ‘black coffee’ kind of guy, honestly." 

Joe huffs a laugh and nods. "I see. I’m usually the guy who drinks that sugary bullshit from Starbucks, so." 

Andy cracks a grin and nods. "Well, we have our own array of sugary garbage. Do you like hazelnut?" 

"I do,” Joe nods.

“Then I’ll make you a hazelnut iced coffee. Do you have any preferences for milk or cream or whatever?" 

Joe smirks. "I’ll leave it up to you." 

"Soy milk it is." 

Joe waits at the counter while Andy works, and smiles wide when Andy presents him with the cup. 

"Anything else I can get for you?” Andy asks, punching the order into the register. 

“Uh, maybe your name and number?" 

Andy freezes and glances up at Joe, who is looking at him with big, earnest eyes. 

"Uh…” Andy says, tilting his head. 

“Sorry, that was stupid. I just, uh…yeah, never mind. How much do I owe?" 

"2.10." 

Joe fishes out a five dollar bill from his pocket and thrusts it into Andy’s palm, fidgeting while he gets the change. Andy prints the receipt out and pulls a sharpie out of his apron and quickly jotting down his name and his cell phone number on the bottom. 

"My name is Andy,” he says, handing the receipt to Joe. 

“Nice to meet you, Andy,” Joe grins wide, “I’m Joe.”

“I know,” Andy nods, smiling mischievously. 

Joe laughs and gives Andy a little wave before leaving the store. Once he’s out of sight, Andy rests his head on the counter and grins to himself, feeling his face burn with a blush. 

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Dinner Date

Caspar’s book tour had him going from city to city in the UK, making it hard for Joe and Caspar to spend time together. When Caspar comes back home, Joe greets him a surprise in his apartment. Caspar is happy to see his boyfriend again but also tired so they take a few hours laying down to let Caspar rest. They go out for dinner on a Sunday night at a cute restaurant that takes place outside with plants surrounding them. Joe smiles at how Caspar is amazed at the place. It was beautiful with the night sky above them and the candles lighting up the entire place. Fairy lights hung up on the walls that made it all look so magical. Spending time together as one. 

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The New Boyfriend

“Oh, dear,” Helen calls over to Jack, “You need to set another place.”

He looks between her and the table, a confused expression on his face, “Why? Conor isn’t here. So Joe’s just taking his place.”

“Because there’s one more guest, that’s why. Now please set another place.”

“Who’s coming to dinner?” Jack questions, heading over to the cupboard to grab a plate, smiling over at Joe who’s chopping vegetables at the counter.

“My new boyfriend.” Anna chimes in, bouncing into the kitchen with a smile on her face.

“What?!” Jack whirls around to stare at his younger sister, mouth falling open.

“You have a boyfriend?” Joe asks, calmer than his partner, “How long since that started?”

“We’ve been together about a month now.” She replies, walking over to Jack to take the plate and silverware from him. “But this will be the first time he’s really meeting the family. I wanted to wait until Jack and Conor came home, but with Conor being out of the country…” She shrugs, adjusting the table setting.

“You aren’t old enough for a boyfriend!” Jack finally splutters.

“I’m sixteen.”

“Too young.”

“He’s not the first boyfriend I’ve had, Jack.”

“And I disagreed with you having those ones too!”

“How is it possible you’re the older sibling?” Anna tilts her head, staring over at Jack.

“But you…this isn’t…mum!”

“Yes, dear?” Helen hums, an amused smile on her lips.

“You can’t be letting this happen.”

“You’re father and I agreed to it already. When is Adrian getting here?” Her question was directed towards her youngest child, leaving Jack gaping between the two.

“He should be here in an hour or so.”

“Wonderful. Oh, thank you, Joe.” Helen pats his hand fondly. “I think that’s all the help I need for now. Why don’t you and Jack go relax for a while, until our guest arrives?”

Laughing softly, Joe nods and goes to leave the room, slipping his hand into Jack’s as he passes him, pulling the younger man with him.

Silently, Jack allows his boyfriend to lead him up to his old room, where the two are staying for the weekend while they visit Jack’s family.


“Are you going to pout all night?” Joe asks as they sit on the bed. He wants to cuddle up to the other man, but Jack has crossed his arms, a stern look on his face.

“I’m not pouting.”

“You are. And over Anna have a bloody boyfriend, it’s ridiculous!”

“She’s my younger sister, Joe.”

“She’s sixteen.”

“I don’t care!”

“You’re hopeless.” Joe answers, rolling his eyes. He settles back against the headboard, sliding his phone from his pocket as he begins to check social media.

Eventually, Jack relaxes a little, shuffling down on the bed so he can rest his head on Joe’s chest, his one arm moving around the slim waist. Joe’s fingers move into Jack’s hair, running through it as he continues to look at Twitter.

“What if he’s not good to her?” Jack mumbles softly.

“Then we’ll kick his ass.” Joe replies simply.

“Promise?”

“Of course.”

Before they head back downstairs, after hearing a knock at the front door, Joe turns to Jack and makes him swear to behave.

“I’m sure Anna is nervous enough bringing home a boyfriend. She doesn’t need you going psycho.”

“I’m not going to go psycho.” Jack rolls his eyes, but as Joe continues to stare him down, he shifts slightly on his feet. “Fine! I’ll behave.”

“Good, now, let’s go meet Adrian.”


Jack hates him from the moment he lays eyes on him.

There’s nothing particularly wrong with Adrian; he just happens to be dating Anna, and therefore Jack does not trust or like him. The poor boy never had a chance.

Narrowing his eyes at Adrian, Jack stalks over, sticking his hand out.

“You must be Adrian.”

“And you must be Jack,” The younger boy smiles kindly, shaking the hand in front of him. “Anna has told me loads about you. Happy to finally meet you.”

As a response, Jack makes a non committal sound, gripping the hand tightly once more before he releases it. He feels smug at the small wince that passes of Adrian’s face.

“Oh, and this is Joe.” Anna points behind her brother, “Jack’s boyfriend.”

Jack watches Adrian closely at that, trying to decipher the reaction from the younger boy; he’s gotten good at spotting the hate that comes from someone hearing that Joe and Jack are together, but there’s nothing there. Only another kind smile as Adrian steps forward to also shake Joe’s hand.

“I’ll admit, I already know who you are.”

“Oh?” Joe asks, blushing slightly, and the sight distracts Jack for a moment as he smiles fondly over at his boyfriend. It was adorable that Joe still got flustered over meeting his fans.

“I love your gaming videos. And your pranks.” Adrian tells him.

“Thanks.” Joe replies shyly, glancing over at Jack.

“Anyone want some coffee?” Helen asks, “Dinner should be ready in a little while!”


The dinner is tense as Jack once again returns his entire focus onto Adrian.

He questions him on everything; from how he and Anna met to their first date, and even going so far as to ask what his grades were last year.

“Jack!” Anna snaps at her brother, glaring over at him. “Will you please stop pestering Adrian, and maybe let someone else talk to him?”

“And you thought I was harsh.” Gary mumbles audibly to his wife, who laughs softly.

“I just want to make sure he’s good enough for you!” Jack explains.

“Do you not think I could make the decision?” Anna retorts.

“You’d be blinded by your feelings.”

“Oh my gods.” She groans, shaking her head.

“Jack, help me bring the dishes to the kitchen.” Joe says suddenly, standing from his seat.

“But I’m talk—”

Jack.” Joe cuts him off, his tone firm. Sighing, Jack pushes himself out of his chair, grabbing a few of the plates before he makes his way noisily into the kitchen.

Joe follows closely behind, the chatter of the rest of the family picking up as they leave.


“You seriously need to calm down.” Joe says to Jack, placing the plates by the sink before facing Jack, who’s leaning against the counter, frowning.

“I am calm.”

“You’ve barely done anything except question Adrian.”

“I just want—”

“To make sure he’s good enough for Anna. I know.” Joe finishes, moving closer to wrap his arms around Jack. “But he seems like a genuinely good guy, and you need to trust in Anna’s decision on who she wants to date.”

“I do trust her,” Jack mutters, his own arms moving around Joe, pulling him closer.

“Then stop being such an over protective brother and just enjoy yourself.”

“I am enjoying myself.”

“Fine,” Joe huffs, “Enjoy yourself by not interrogating your little sister’s boyfriend.”

“That sounds boring.” Jack replies, wrinkling his nose.”

“I’m sure you’ll manage.” Joe laughs, lifting up to kiss Jack softly. “Do it for your sister though. She seems to really like this guy.”

“She does, doesn’t she?”

“I think she’d really like it if you tried to like him as well,” Joe told him, leaning back as Jack tries to kiss him again. “Oi, none of that. Your family is in the next room.”

“Just one more?” Jack smiles cheekily, “To help me be good?”

“Hopeless.” Joe mumbles, but leans forward to kiss Jack once again.

And Jack is good for the rest of the evening. Although he tells Joe that he should get a reward when they head up to bed that night.

Give Up For The Night

“Right. Yup. Thanks.” Joe huffs into the phone, ending the phone call a moment later.

I glance up from my computer as he lets out a frustrated groan.

“Bad phone call?”

“Yes.” He runs a tired hand across his face before walking over to the couch where he falls onto it on his back. “I thought Sugg Life was supposed to be fun, and exciting.”

“It is.”

“Not really.”

“No luck with the stock problem then?” I ask, looking back down at my computer as I continue to edit.

“Not at all. I hate this. I feel like we’re letting everyone down because there was a glitch!”

“It’ll work out, Joe. Don’t worry.” I reassure him. “Give it some time. The team is working on it.”

“Yeah, I know.” He sighs, and the room falls into a comfortable silence, only broken by the occasional clicking from me dragging clips over.

I had been working on this video for the better part of an hour, and was getting worried because it was meant to be uploaded pretty quick, and time was running out.

My plan was to have it edited last night, but then other work had popped up and it was nearing one in the morning by time that was all done. I knew it would be too much to edit it last night, so I had put it off for today. Except then Joe and I had gone into the office to deal with both Sugg Life merchandise and for an impromptu meeting for myself.

Since we got home, Joe had been on and off the phone, while I had been doing my best to finish editing.

I was getting close, I just had to finish another section. And that was when the program I was using froze.


I wait a minute, hoping the spinning wheel of death will disappear and I’ll be able to continue, glancing up at the time quickly as I waited.

Then I blink, and everything is gone.

“No.” I breathe, my eyes growing wide.

“Hm?” Joe tilts his head back, looking at me.

“No. No. No.” I mutter, ignoring him as I click on a few keys. The program is running, but my video, the one that I was almost done editing for my channel is gone.

“Y/N?” Joe ask again, and I finally glanced over at him.

“It’s gone.”

“What’s gone?”

“My video. It’s just…gone.” My gaze lands back on the computer screen, and I can feel the tears fill my eyes.

“Shit.” I can hear him push himself up into a sitting position, taking the computer from me gently. “Let me see if I can get it.”

“I can’t believe it. I was so close. And now I’m going to be late uploading, that’s if my clips aren’t corrupted. Or gone. And I have to redo everything. Oh gods. I don’t have time to do that. I was supposed to be answering emails, and calling back that lady to make a meeting. And I have yet to plan another video.”


“Hey, hey.” Suddenly Joe’s arms are around me, and I lean into his embrace, my body still tense. “Relax, love. It’ll work out. Right?”

“What am I going to do?” I mumble, burying my face into his shoulder as he pulls my legs over his lap, his fingers running up and down my arm.

“I think,” Joe replies, settling back against the couch. “That we just give up for the night. No more Sugg Life stuff. No more editing. No phone calls. Emails. Nothing. Just the two of us. And some good.”

“And wine?”

“And wine.” He laughs softly.

“But my video…” I glance over at my computer, which is sitting on the couch beside us.

“I’m sure I can retrieve it, Y/N. But just let your viewers know you won’t be getting it up tonight. We both need to just take a step back and breathe.”

“Yeah. I think you’re right.” I sigh, relaxing into him.

“I do have those moments one in a while.” He jokes, and I can’t help but giggle.

Within minutes, we are both breathless from laughter, all the tension and stress leaving us until we slumped into the couch and each other.

“There,” Joe says, kissing the top of my head. “Much better.”

“Much better.” I echo in agreement.

anonymous asked:

Imagine Joe taking Caspar's clothes so Caspar gets mad and they get in fight. So Caspar decides to label his things and he goes to Joe and mark him as his..

ok im sure you meant like marking him with hickeys, like sexually or something which is (。◕‿◕。) but what i imagined when i read this was kinda fluffy ig (so i accidentally wrote a small fic about it sorry)

“Joe? Have you seen my grey shirt?” Caspar calls from downstairs. He’s thudding around loudly in his room, Joe can hear him even with his earphones in. 
“No, sorry,” Joe calls back from where he’s settled on the couch, his laptop on his lap. He glances back at his screen, but something else catches his eye. The grey fabric of his t-shirt pooling over his stomach. He places his laptop next to him and grabs the hem of the shirt, pulling it down over his thighs. It’s way too big. It’s not his. 
Whoops. 

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Goals and assists mean little to her. When the television shows highlights of players bashing into each other, drawing cheers from the crowd, she looks away. The Ducks who wear their mouth guards and clear plastic face shields are her favorites.

Grant seems more excited about Selanne’s use of protective gear than the goal he scores against the Oilers late in the second period.

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In The Mood For Baking

Y/N hummed as she pulled out various bowls from the cupboards in Joe’s house. After placing the bowls on the work surface, she clicked on her phone to check over the recipe, twirling around to grab what was needed for her little project.

“What is with all the banging around in here?” Joe asked, walking into the kitchen. He stopped at the island worktop, placing both hands on the counter and leaning forward, a half smirk on his face. Y/N glanced over her shoulder at him, and shot him a smile before turning back to the fridge in front of her.

“We’re baking. I was in the mood.” Grabbing the eggs and milk, Y/N turned to face him fully and kicked the door shut up.

“We?” He asked, turning his head from left to right, “I do believe we are the only one here, love.” Joe ran his hand through his hair with a small chuckle.

“I know, we as in me and you. Grab the flour please.” She replied with a cheeky smile and bent to grab the measuring cups.

With a dramatic huff, Joe moved towards the cupboard and grabbed the flour before moving to stand beside Y/N.

“Alright then, whats first?” He asked, bending down slightly to rest his chin on her shoulder. Glancing out of the corner of her eye, Y/N smiled at the British boy.

“Well, you can measure out the dry ingredients if you want, and I’ll do the wet ingredients. Then we will have to combine them.”

“Is it not easier to just go out and buy a cake?”

“Where’s the fun in that, Joe?”

“No one said anything about fun, Y/N. I just want to eat it.”

“You can eat it when its done. Now, add it slowly or else-“ Y/N was cut off by the sound cloud of white in front of her face. She waved a hand in front of her face, letting out a slight cough.

“Oops?” Joe said, smiling at her.

“Or else the flour goes everywhere. Good job.” Y/N blinked a few times, trying to get the flour off of her eyelashes. The boy beside her brushed a thumb across her cheek, wiping off a spot of flour that had landed there. Y/N turned her head and kissed the pad of his thumb before picking up the whisk to mix the small mountain of flour and other ingredients into the wet mix.

While that was getting stirred, Joe decided to be a little more helpful and grab the cake pan, prepping it for the batter.

“Here you go, love.” He said, placing it beside the bowl on the counter. “Is it ready for eating yet?” The thatcher asked, dipping his finger into the bowl, but it was quickly slapped away by Y/N’s hands.

“Do you want to get sick from eating raw eggs?” She scolded. Nudging him away with her hip, she poured it into the cake pan, making sure to scrape the sides so Joe couldn’t get any. Once that was finished she walked over to the sink to place it in there to be washed, and when she turned around, Joe was standing there with his finger in his mouth.

He pulled it out slowly and grinned at her.

“I had to made sure it would taste good!” Joe exclaimed, Y/N just rolled her eyes and grabbed the pan to put it into the oven.

“You are such a child sometimes.”

“Yeah, but you love it.” He replied, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her closer. “Now, how long do we have to kill before this cake is ready?” He mumbled into her ear.

Y/N’s giggles echoed off the walls as Joe carried her into his bedroom. He had found a way to kill time until the cake would be ready.