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Fake Girlfriend || Dan Howell

A/N: I’m sorry I wrote this while being extremely tired. I wanted to finish this for you so bad tho. I hope it’s not too bad.

There will be a second part!

Word Count: 1.5k

POV: Dan

Masterlist // PART 1 // PART 2 // PART 3 // PART 4 // PART 5

Originally posted by darkphannie

It was the arrogance in his voice and the pretentious look on his face that made me say it. The simple sentence just slipped out of my mouth. Before I could even think about it, it was already too late.

I regretted driving back home from London just to attend another family gathering. Had I known he was there I wouldn’t have come in the first place. I don’t remember every liking my cousin Harry. Since we were little he tried to be better than me at everything. The whole family seemed to love him. He was great at charming people with this charisma and fake kindness. My grandma was the only one who saw trough his façade. He had wrapped all of my uncles and aunts around his finger, but I was granny’s favourite grandchild and she let me know by always getting me extra presents for Christmas. I don’t know how many times I have heard my parents say “Daniel, have you heard that Harry is doing great on the rugby team?” or “Why can’t you be more like him?”. A million times, probably. So, when he asked me if I was bringing a date to my auntie’s wedding next week I just couldn’t say no.

“Yes. I’ll bring my girlfriend.” I answered instead.

I saw surprised faces all around the table we were sitting at. Luckily my parents weren’t listening. They were the only ones that knew that I actually didn’t have a girlfriend.

Harry seemed taken aback. He raised his eyebrows and tried to look interested, but his whole expression seemed weirdly stiff. A month ago he broke up with his now ex girlfriend and I could tell that it was hard for him to comprehend that I had a girlfriend while he didn’t.

Am I a bad person for enjoying his blank astonishment? It felt like an achievement. It was like I was finally the one who won a medal at the local marathon while he had to watch.  I was so overwhelmed by the feeling of superiority that I nearly forgot that I in fact didn’t have a girlfriend.

“I can’t wait to see her. She must be lovely.” My grandma said full of excitement.

“Oh, she is very lovely.” I confirmed with a smile.

That smile faded as soon as I realized that ‘she’ didn’t even exist. I was as single as ever. No girls, no dates, nothing. My aunt’s wedding was the following Sunday, so I had exactly one week to fall in love with a girl and make it seem like we hadn’t just met. Easy challenge, right?

Nope. On Monday I found myself lying in bed, staring at the ceiling. I had given up on finding a date already. I would have to tolerate my cousin’s satisfied grin when he sees me show up on my own. I couldn’t bear the thought and quickly got up.

“I don’t know what to do.” I whined in despair, as I entered the lounge and found Phil sitting in front of the TV. I was hoping that my friend could help me out.

Phil knew exactly what I was referring to because I had been stressing about it since I came home from my family meeting.  

“Why don’t you ask Y/N?” he calmly suggested, turning off the TV.

“To be my girlfriend?!” I exclaimed with wide eyes. I couldn’t believe my ears. Was he serious?! Y/N was Phil’s childhood friend. The minute he introduced us we started hating each other. None of us really knew why, it was like a general law of nature and nobody questioned it. Phil had always tried to make us get along. He invited her over all the time so we could get to know each other, but we always ended up fighting about something useless. I’d always say mean things about her and Phil never forgot to scold me for it. I was obviously more than surprised when I heard his suggestion.

“More like fake girlfriend.” Phil explained and the whole thing started to make more sense.

“What if she says no?” I asked Phil, dialling her number. I was desperate enough to actually approve of his idea. I never thought I would say this but Y/N was my only hope at the moment. As I waited for her to answer her phone I felt my heartbeat speed up. Why was I getting nervous? I tried to swallow the lump in my throat but my mouth was so dry that there was barely any spit left.  

“Hello? Who’s this?” I heard a girly voice say on the other side of the line. I had never called her before. She didn’t even have my number saved. Ouch.

“This is Dan. I know this may sound weird, but I really need your help.”

I fixed my shirt in the mirror and couldn’t stop asking myself why Y/N agreed to do this. Maybe Phil somehow convinced her. The doorbell rang, signalizing that she had arrived, pulling me out of my thoughts.

“I’ll go get it.” Phil shouted as I grabbed my suitcase. Unfortunately, we had to stay in Berkshire for the whole weekend. Today was Friday and the wedding was on Sunday. It was a kind of tradition to stay over and I had to be there to help set up everything. Which meant that Y/N had to spent the entire weekend with me and my family, pretending to be my girlfriend while we actually hated each other. What had I gotten us into? That’s exactly why one should never lie.

I closed the door to my room behind me as I mentally prepared myself for what was about to come, I had to spend all of this time with Y/N. She was talking to Phil next to our front door. I only now realized that we hadn’t seen each other in quite some time. My cheeks somehow started to get hot when I took a quick glimpse at her. She was carrying a medium sized suitcase as well and looked like she was ready to go.

“You ready.” I said bluntly, my voice came out sounding much ruder than I wanted it to.  

I could tell that Y/N tried hard not to roll her eyes as a reasonable reaction to my harshness.

‘You really hit it off. What a great start, Dan.’ I told myself, praying that this weekend would be over soon.

We said our goodbyes to Phil before we headed outside to my car.

“You can give me your bag. I’ll put it in the trunk for you.” I told Y/N, who sceptically eyed me.

“Why are you suddenly being decent, Howell?” she asked with a smirk. I just shrugged my shoulders and took her bag.

We drove the first ten minutes in complete silence. I couldn’t help but glance at her now and then.

‘Has she always been that attractive?’ I heard my inner voice ask, the thought surprising even myself. I scolded myself for thinking that and I repeated ‘I hate her’ a few times in my head. I was glad when Y/N finally decided to break the silence since it distracted me from my ‘forbidden’ thoughts.

“Shouldn’t we plan out our story in case somebody asks us about.. well us?” she laughed. The situation was simply absurd.

“So where did we meet?”

At the end of the car ride we had invented the perfect couple, we had created our perfect story for this weekend.

“Okay once again. We met on the bus as we were both on our way home from work. The bus driver nearly crashed into a car and had to slam on the breaks. I dared to fall over but you managed to catch me right in time. Then you asked ‘Are you already falling for me?’ and I laughed although it was the lamest joke ever.” Y/N concluded, trying to remember every detail of our newly invented love story.

“I wouldn’t make a lame pun like that!” I protested, still driving.

“Oh, yes you would, Howell.” Y/N said laughing, but I could tell that she was totally serious.

My aunt owned a huge mansion out of town. That’s where we were going to stay and it was also the location for the wedding celebration. It was pitch black when the car came to a halt in front of the huge building. I got both of our bags before I rang the bell.

“Daniel! It’s so nice to see you!” my aunt exclaimed, hugging me. I greeted her back warmly as her eyes met Y/N.

“I assume this is your girlfriend then?” she asked curiously.

I nodded, awkwardly wrapping my arm around Y/N’s waist. Only now the realisation hit me like a truck that a story about how we met wasn’t enough to be a couple. We also had to act like one.

“My name is Y/N. It’s nice to meet you.” I heard her say. Her voice sounded like it was miles away because my thoughts were spinning. We had to act like we were in love all weekend. People who are in love do things, that people who hate each other would never do..  

pretty fucking cute (leafyishere)

hey guys its been awhile since i written anything (again) and I’m really sorry, but i was just hit by some inspiration so i decided to write.. hope you enjoy :) btw i recently just got into leafyishere about 3 months ago (and this pinecone already has me wrapped around his fucking finger) and i understand not everyone is a fan, but i decided i wanted to begin writing imagines based on him, but i promise he’s not gonna be the only one (i can take any requests) i just decided to make him another one of my focuses 

bold- text messages

warning- cussing, mention of a cyberbully lol

——————————————————————                                       ~~ As your eyes began to open slowly taking in the light of the cold saturday morning, you began to realize where you were. You looked to your left noticing a broad figure lying peacefully. The conners of your lips began to form in a small smile at the thought of being next to him, being able to touch him and feel him next to you and not just see him through the small computer screen.

You and Calvin have been dating for over 6 months now and you’ve never been happier. You were first introduced to Calvin over Youtube, you yourself had created a Youtube channel to be able to express your opinions and not only entertain yourself, but just like Calvin, distract yourself from life’s issues. Most of your content wasn’t as extreme as Calvin’s, but it seemed to get people’s attention and created a great fanbase for you. One day you received a ton of mentions on twitter containing the same link, a leafyishere youtube video. The video was titled “THE MOST AWKWARD GIRL ON YOUTUBE”. When you looked at the thumbnail you just thought to yourself “oh fuck.” First of all you had never seen anything of this youtubers content before, of course you’d heard of him, mainly insults calling him the “cancer of youtube” and second, you knew this was gonna be a disaster because you knew you were super awkward. The reason you were so stumped by the thumbnail was because you could tell it was one of your old videos you had posted when you had first started your channel. The video was meant to be “funny” while you attempted to create a blog while visiting Disneyland with some of your close friends. In the video you would try your hardest to be as funny as you could and would go up to random people and tell them a cheesy pick up line while they in return gave you a face of disgust, it was a MESS. As your mouse hovered over the youtube video you already knew what was coming. Although the video did say some mean things about you, that you didn’t take seriously because you knew the video was cringey af, he did add some pretty cute comments like complimenting your giggle saying “I’m not gonna lie dude that was pretty fucking cute.” As you were finishing watching the video you couldn’t take the obvious smile off your face, his voice was just so endearing to you, you couldn’t seem to hold back a grin. But overall this kid was funny af. You had always enjoyed people with satire humor, because you weren’t one to take things too seriously. You decided to respond to the video so you tweeted him “@y/n: @leafyishere this is honestly one of the funniest videos I’ve ever seen. nice job roasting my cringey ass” Eventually he responded with “@leafyishere: @y/n anytime ;))” After these tweets you both followed each other and started @ing one another on a daily basis both of your fandoms freaking out anytime there were any interaction with the two of you. After some time he eventually got the nerve to dm you and your little heart did flips the minute you got a notification that read “message from @leafyishere: um hi there…” This is the message that then started it all. You both eventually went from twitter dms to texting constantly, then phone and Skype calls on a daily basis, you were both hooked. He always made you smile no matter what, to others he was labeled as a cyberbully and a terrible person, but to you he was the only person who could bring such happiness to your life that you couldn’t go a day without smiling over just the thought of him. Things started getting pretty serious between the two of you, soon enough the both of you expressed your deep feelings for each other and how you both appreciated each other more than anything. He always said he wanted to ask you to be his official girlfriend but it didn’t seem right to do it over the phone, his exact words were “i don’t wanna ask you over the phone though because thats just fucking dumb as shit, i wanna say it to your cute ass face in person.” Time then started to fly by and every time you talked the subject of meeting one another always came up. Distance was basically your cock blocker. He lived in Ohio and you in California so of course it was tough for both you and him to find time with your busy schedules. Nights were the times you always had your free time, but for Calvin he never knew when to take a break and spent all his time trying to make the best videos for his fans. So most of your night texts were you trying to convince him to go to sleep when eventually you couldn’t pry your eyes open any longer and would give in to the sleep and wake up feeling guilty for not staying up with him, to which he always replied saying “its fine, i can’t sleep anyways so might as well do something while I’m up.” Which broke your heart every time. 

With time you and Calvin only seemed to fall harder and harder. He helped you with all your bullshit and you helped him with his. Thats all you both needed. The desire to meet started to build up more and more during all this time, the frustration of not being able to touch and see each other started to become overwhelming. One day you started getting into your feels after watching some of his newest face cams, swooning like crazy, and you texted him curious as to why he hadn’t been relying as much as usual.

“baby??”

“yes cutie?”

“fuck i hate us were so cringey… anyways what are you up to?”

“watching some of your youtube videos…”

“no way i was just doing the same thing”

“you were watching your own videos?”

“no cal i was watching yours you dumbass”

“well shit my bad”

“i wanna see your face”

“uh right now?”

“no next year.. yes right now”

“someones sassy today…i like it”

“so can i see my pinecone now or what?”

“i hate you..and idk baby i kinda wanted to take a nap I’m feeling really exhausted today”

“A NAP OMG YES OK GO TO SLEEP MY LITTLE MUG BYE”

“you seem excited about my nap”

“well duh i care about your health asshole, now stop talking to me and go the fuck to sleep buh bye”

“you’ve been watching my videos way too much you’re starting to become a bully”

“SLEEP. BYE.”

“night babygirl”

“night you mug”

Seeing that he was gonna take a nap you decided you could use one yourself, so you laid down and the minute you did, you knocked out. All of a sudden a ringing woke you from your sleep. With your eyes barely open you grabbed your phone and saw you were getting a FaceTime call from Cal. You panicked because you missed him so much and straightened up as much as possible to not look like death and quickly answered. The minute his face popped up on the screen you had a huge smile on your face. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you noticed he was in a building with really bright lights. “Wasn’t he suppose to be taking a god damn nap.” you thought to yourself. 

“hi baby”

“hey cal.. where are you? its so bright” you responded with a faint voice due to you just waking up

“aw did i wake you babe? sorry but i just couldn’t wait”

“wait for what?”

instead of saying anything he just flipped the camera on his phone and you noticed lots of people dragging suitcases and many people standing next to baggage claims and thats when it clicked.

“NO”

“oh yeah”

“nO FUCKING WAY? YOURE HERE?”

“no actually I’m about to get on a spaceship right now with pewdiepie because were about to get off of this horrible planet…yes I’m here!”

“hOLY SHIT”

As this processed through your mind you realized you looked like shit and your place was a mess and he was about 20 mins away. 

“omg i gotta go Cal i need to clean and shit. wHY DIDNT YOU WARN ME?”

“babe don’t stress. its just me. as long as i see you i don’t care about anything else. you could have shit on your walls and i wouldn’t care…okay that was a little too far.”

“ugh fine just get your cute ass here soon”

“yes ma’am”

Once the call ended you ignore what he said and made yourself look decent enough as well as your apartment. Time seemed to go by so damn slow and you waiting impatiently for Cal to arrive. Any car you heard pass by made your heart burst out of your chest. Soon enough you heard a car door close and the wheels of a suitcase make their way to the elevator. As you looked out your window you could see Cal entering the elevator. You couldn’t wait any longer so you ran out of your apartment and stood in front of the elevator doors. As you saw the levels the elevator was passing your nerves started to get the best of you, you were basically shaking from the anticipation. Finally the doors of the elevator opened and there he stood. As he looked up to get out his eyes met yours. You both never broke eye contact as he raced to you and held your face in his soft hands and kissed you like his life depended on it. You wrapped your arms around his neck bringing him as close to you as you could, never wanting any distance to come between you both ever again. As you pulled away to catch your breath, he followed your lips groaning at the loss of contact.

“i need to breath Cal” you giggled while placing your forehead on his. 

“sorry i can’t contain myself, I’ve wanted to do that for so long and now that I’ve gotten a taste i don’t thing ill ever want to stop.”

You giggled as you lightly slapped his chest making him chuckle along with you and adding on “not gonna lie dude that was pretty fucking cute.” causing you to blush more than you already were. You both stood there in the middle of the hall just taking each other in, until you realized you were just standing in the middle of the hall like idiots and walked into your apartment. As you lead him into the apartment you could feel his eyes slowly checking you out from behind and you soon enough felt him slap your butt and say “damn girl you thicc af.” making you laugh once again. Once you settled everything where it needed to be you walked into the kitchen offering him some water, but instead received complete silence. When you looked up you noticed he was leaning against the wall just staring at you with a clear smirk on his face, typical him being a tease. 

“what”

“what?”

“why are you staring, its not nice to stare cal”

“hmm well then i must be evil because i can’t stop”

“loser” you said with a bright red face, to which he chuckled at.

“i can’t believe I’m here with you.. god I’m so happy right now its ridiculous”

“i can’t believe you flew all the way over here just to see me, and nice job keeping from me you’re usually a terrible liar”

“wow thanks”

“anytime” you stated with a smirk.

Most of the time you spent together on the couch without ever breaking physically contact as if fearing that it wouldn’t last as long as you both wanted it to. You joked around and said cheesy things to each other, to which you both would never admit to actually enjoying. You even had some fun in the bedroom, you had to catch up on EVERYTHING. 

“how long are you staying?” you asked while laying next to him on your bed while he brushed a piece of hair off of your face.

“as long as you want me to stay”

“well in that case your never leaving”

“are you sure you won’t get tired of me?” he laughed pulling you closer to his chest.

“never” you mumbled into his chest 

“baby?”

“hmm?”

“can i ask you something?”

“of course whats up?” you looked up at him looking into his eyes.

He stared at you for a while adorning you’re face, letting his mind look over every detail of your face.

“i um, i wanted to do this face to face and now seems like a good time to bring it up..and i know its gonna be really fucking lame but well I’m pretty lame, but thats besides the point… um.. do you maybe wanna… fuck omg I’m so embarrassing…will you be my official girlfriend?” he stumbled saying with a hint of nervousness in his voice.

“are you kidding me? is that even a question? of fucking course i do..why else would i call you my pinecone, that’s a pretty clear hint.”

“god you’re fucking great.” he said with a chuckle.

Although you weren’t certain if he was staying forever or about your future, which seemed legit especially since he even brought his set up to make youtube videos while visiting you, you decided to live in the moment as you both slowly let the serenity take over until you were both sound asleep, that was the one night he slept peacefully, with you by his side.

This was the moment you woke up, realizing your surroundings and seeing his figure lie next to you. You just couldn’t believe it, he was here, it was real, and you weren’t letting go anytime soon. Although the future seemed complicated in figuring out how to manage your relationship with the distance and the busy schedules, you didn’t care at the moment. Right now you had him, right now he was yours, right now nothing could stop you from feeling what you felt for this boy. 

“thank you,” you whispered to the sleeping boy, “thank you for making me feel this way..”

“anytime babygirl, anytime..” 


—————————————————————— holy shit that was bad I’m really sorry, i actually really tried but it just turned out supper cheesy and lame, and i also apologize for any spelling mistakes or any mistakes on the calvin facts, like i said before i just got into his stuff and I’m not too confident on his background. 

but anyways if you have any request PLS don’t hesitate to ask, I’m free for anything and ill try my best:))


xoxo esmi

Morning - Joe Sugg Imagine

A/N Hi. Long time no see with the writing. I’m really struggling idk. Um, there’s a little bit of smut in here but I’m not entirely sure how good it is due to a) lack of personal experience and b) I usually just use other literary methods such as metaphors to describe sex so I haven’t exactly had much written practice on that front either. Anyway, let me know what you think x

Morning. The dark which the insides of my eyelids brought was interrupted by a soft white light. The rustling of trees in the breeze brought my senses to life as it hushed through the open window. Crisp sheets and fabric softener were the first things my mind registered fully, and an emotion of unheard hope filled my chest when the puzzle pieces of my life began to slot together; evening sunset, his laugh, his fingers slipping in between mine as if it were instinct, walking barefoot through silky white sand, the shadows cast from water reeds, getting back to my apartment and Joe, oh god, Joe.

His name was all my eyes needed to be urged from their drowsiness and open onto his sleeping features. Once perfectly quaffed hair now fell over his forehead and eased his brow, and a soft grin still played on his lips despite his dormancy. This boy was something else, something I couldn’t explain; in the way he never doubted anyone for a moment, and didn’t care how stupid he looked if it meant he made someone happy, and in how he understood that time was often the best remedy for any situation. He gave you what you needed and never looked away until you asked him to, and to me that was definitely something else. And now he was here; settled under the sheets just centimetres away from me, the scent of his hot skin lingering on my own from last night which we spent together.

A sleepy smirk began to spread across Joe’s handsome face, snapping me from my trance. “Are you being creepy and watching me while I sleep?” he asked, a hint of a laugh in his voice. He still had his eyes closed, but I could imagine the sparkle which ignited in them nonetheless.

“Most would see it as a romantic gesture,” I replied. I was rewarded by a soft snort of laughter on Joe’s part as he stretched out, his toes skimming over the bare skin on my thighs and calves. Even the small action sent butterflies racing through me.

Joe’s eyes fluttered open, revealing a cool pool of blue gazing straight back at me. “I’d say last night was more of a romantic gesture.”

“I guess it wasn’t too bad,” I played as Joe drew closer and placed his lips on mine. His hands caressed my hips and hinted at my core whilst mine traced the outline of his jaw and travelled along his prominent collarbone. His lips were soft and moved in sync with mine, toying and teasing just to wind me up and make me want him more.

Our journey leading up to these moments wasn’t one of a kind, but the way Joe fixed together all the little pieces that made up our relationship made it seem as though it could have been. He was charming, funny, if not a little crazy, but that was simply a factor which made the laughter between us never dull. Something about him made me look past everything that would have held me back before, which would have prevented me from taking that step into his warmth; a warmth once enveloped in his arms that was so easy to accept. I certainly wasn’t special, but Joe made me realise that wasn’t as important as the world perceived. Anyway, not being ‘special’ wasn’t an issue when you had Joe by your side, cracking some joke about conquering the world with only his grin.

Jesus, we even laughed over morning sex, and I for one was not a morning person by any means. His hands brought my skin alive (and my mind back into the present), and his teasing kept my senses on edge, which I had yet to decide whether I liked or not. He kissed me hard and yet held me softly, pressing his body to mine only to prove that this meant as much to him as it did to me.

“Did I ever mention you have a fantastic arse?” he told me as his fingers slid around my backside, giving a light squeeze before rolling me over so he shadowed my body. His toned chest now mirrored me and our hipbones grazed one another’s as we rocked back and forth, our breathing ever quickening.

“Yes, Joe,” I replied, laughing slightly between breaths, “Multiple times.”

“Just checking,” he smiled into my neck. Joe’s lips traced trails down my collarbone and sucked gently on my shoulder whilst my hands matted into his ash blonde hair. I cupped his chin and brought his face parallel to me where our lips instinctively melded together, his sweet taste filling me.

His abdomen moved against mine and made my heart thunder in my chest, and I could tell by how Joe gripped onto me and how his teeth now grazed the skin on my chest that he too had nearly reached his climax. “Are you there, baby? Are you there?” Joe said into my skin, his voice straining.

Before I could reply our breaths escalated into heavy pants and groans whilst my hips buckled against his in euphoria and I felt Joe’s body shiver with pleasure. My nails dug into his back in relief and Joe buried his face into my neck, the heat of his skin incandescently hot. He released a contented groan mixing with a laugh as he rolled off from on top of me and pulled me into his side.  Joe placed a kiss on my temple, saying, “Good job that.”

“Right back at you,” I replied. “Put it here.”

He connected his furled fist to mine, a satisfied sigh escaping his lips. “Post-sex fist-bump; well that’s new.”

“I quite like it.”

“So do I, babe, so do I.”