the man with a camera

Ganging Up

“And look who’s joined us this morning,” Joe announces, spinning the camera around to the other man standing in the room.

“Who?!” Graham looks back and forth quickly, although his face is cut off from the shot, smiling as soft giggles come from the woman sat at the counter. “Ah, yes! The lovely Y/N!” He gestures over to her as Joe shifts the camera to her.

“I’m here most mornings,” She teases, sticking out her tongue at the camera.

“And now Joe will have to edit that out,” Graham winks at her, knowing that the viewers still weren’t fully aware of how close the couple had gotten.

“I know, it’s so much fun saying stuff he has to edit out.”

“Oh, so glad you get enjoyment from my torture,” Joe drawls, rolling his eyes.

“Part of being in a relationship, son!” Graham announces, turning his attention back to the breakfast he’s cooking. “Now, grab the plates, foods nearly ready.”


“Grab the plates, Joe.”

“I can grab them…” Y/N starts to get up, but Graham shakes his head quickly.

“Joe has two arms and two legs, he can grab them.” He winks at her again, and she smiles knowing that he’s simply trying to rile Joe up.

“Oh yes, lets just force the youtuber to stop vlogging,” Joe mutters, “You know, the thing he has to do for a living.”

“What are you talking about?” Y/N cocks her head, “You aren’t a daily vlogger.”

“Don’t you start too.” He glares over at her, grabbing a couple of plates.

“Start what?” She smiles back innocently, “You’re the one always claiming you aren’t a daily vlogger.”

“She’s got a point,” Graham nods, tapping the camera Joe had put down on the counter, “There’s physical proof of that.”

“You two are never allowed around each other again.” Joe replies, exchanging the plates for his camera, quickly turning it back on. “So Y/N and my dad think that because I don’t daily vlog, I’m not a true youtuber.”

“We never said that!” She protests, leaning over the counter to get in shot, “He’s making up lies!”

“Lying to your fans now, Joe?” Graham shakes his head, “How do they put up with you!”

“That’s what I ask all the time,” Y/N sighs, settling back in her seat as Joe spins around.

“Will you two stop it?! I am not lying to them!”

“Yes you are.” They reply in unison, and Joe lets out a small groan, looking back at the camera.

“No, I’m not. I would never lie to you.”

Graham clears his throat from the other side of the camera, and when Joe looks up, he points over at Y/N with his spatula, raising an eyebrow. Joe looks over at his girlfriend, who just starts giggling.

“Alright…” He focuses back on the camera, “I take back that statement. Although, it’s not lying. Just keeping stuff from you. To keep some privacy in my life. You understand that, right?”

“The camera isn’t going to answer, son. Sorry to break it to you.” Graham says casually, dishing out the food.

“I’m not asking the camera!” Joe splutters, waving his hand around, “I’m asking the viewers!”

“Do you see viewers, Y/N?”

“Hmm, no, I don’t. Just us and the camera.”

“So unless he’s asking us, but I don’t think he was.”

“No, I don’t think so.” She taps her fork against her chin, “He must be talking to the camera.”

“My thoughts exactly,” Graham nods once, picking up his plate as Joe stares over at the two of them.

“Are you serious right now?” He asks, glancing between the two.

“Sorry, us or the camera?” Graham asks, smirking as he takes a bite of food, Joe glaring over at him.

“Last time I invite you over.”

“Last time I make you breakfast.”

“This is unfair!” Joe pouts, staring at the camera, “My dad and girlfriend are against me. They have joined forces against me!”

“Oh sweetie,” Y/N coos, “We’ve been doing that since the day you introduced us!”

“My biggest mistake.” He grumbles, hitting the button to stop the recording, grabbing his plate and sinking into the seat beside her.

“You mean the best thing you could have done,” Graham points his fork over at Joe.

“It’s because we love you, babe.” Y/N leans over, kissing his cheek.

“Some way of showing your love,” Joe rolls his eyes, but his pout is fading as she links an arm with his, leaning against him while they eat.

“If I didn’t bug you, how would you know you’re my favourite?” Graham comments, picking up Joe’s camera and turning it back on.

“What are you doing…”

“And here we have the adorable couple enjoying a lovely meal cooked by Daddy Sugg. To which Joseph should be grateful, because it allowed him to vlog instead of wasting time cooking.”

“This is why you don’t have a channel,” Joe scoffs.

“I would have an amazing channel!”

“I’d subscribe.” Y/N tells him, “You could be the daily vlogger!”

“They’d all forget about Joe and watch me,” Graham chuckles as Joe’s pout returns, and he leans forward to grab the camera, but his dad steps back as Y/N tugs him back into his seat.

“Quit being a baby, and eat your breakfast.”

“You are both never allowed around each other again.” Joe repeats as the other two start to laugh.


Little Big Town - “Better Man” - Live in Sydney 21st March 2017

notacosgiven  asked:

Are you a camera? Cause everytime I look at you, I smile my brightest~ ♡ I'm not a photographer, but I can definitely picture you and I together. ;) (Sorry but I simply had to share these great pick up lines since you're a photographer!) P.S: I hope you feel better soon! (emotionally and physically) And and and!!!!!! Love ya~ *blows kiss* Tataaa~! 😘

Ahaha… thank you. I hope that you know my smiles brightens when I know that you are happy and smiling as well.

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.
Looking back, I can’t remember the truth. I blew everything out of proportion so I could feel the hurt and betrayal and write about it in vivid detail. It was my own method of torture. My own undoing; and I enjoyed every second of it.
—  c.j.n.