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Sleepless London Night- Jack Maynard Imagine

Word Count: 1,072

Request:  Hey cutie! I was wondering if you could write a jack one where y/n and him live apart and one night she can’t sleep so she calls him and he comes over to be with her💜 in love with your writing!! 

Author's Note: I apologize if this isn’t my best. I just got out having some writer’s block, but I still think it’s cute. Please be kind x


10:00 pm-
You were sat on the sofa watching Netflix, having a chilled night in. While also texting your boyfriend Jack. He had just gotten home from VidCon Amsterdam. You missed him terribly while he was away, but you were glad he got to see and meet his fans. He snapped you some cute kissy faces, telling you how much he missed you.

11:00 pm-Jack called you to say goodnight, like he always did. Wishing you sweet dreams and that he couldn’t wait to see you tomorrow.

You slipped on one of his t-shirts you stole, to wear as pajamas. It still smelled like him. His cologne lingered in the fabric. It made you feel like he was with you even when he wasn’t.

After brushing your teeth and washing your face, you made your way over to your bed. You climbed in, wrapping your body in the soft duvet. You raised your arm up to shut off the light off, then made yourself comfortable. Nuzzling your face into the pillow, you closed your eyes gently, looking forward to the morning to come.

2:00 am-It had been a few hours since you laid down to go to sleep. Well that was your intention, except you couldn’t sleep.

There you were, wide awake in your room staring at the ceiling. Everything was quiet and still. Everything except your mind, it just wouldn’t shut off.

You tried doing different things to make yourself tired. Listening to soothing music, drinking tea, fluffing your pillows, turning on a fan. You were so desperate, you even tried counting sheep. Nothing seemed to work.

3:30 am-This is getting ridiculous

You tossed and turned in your duvet, annoyed you were still awake. You unraveled yourself from the cocoon of blankets, crossed your arms, and let out a deep sigh. Lying there in exhaustion, you reached for your phone on the nightstand beside you. Once it was unlocked, you decided to make a phone call.

Please pick up

It rang a few times before a familiar, sleepy voice answered, “Hellooo?”

“Babe I can’t sleep.”

“(Y/N) it’s 3 am.” he groaned.

“I know but I can’t sleep. I’ve tried everything and nothing has worked! And I’m all alone. Could you maybe come over and sleep here?”

He let out a sigh,”You really want me to come over there?”

“Please I need you.” you pleaded into the phone.

He took a deep breath, “Alright gorgeous, I’ll head over right now. I’ll see you in like 30 minutes.”


4:00 am-You heard your door unlock and footsteps dragging across the floor. The footsteps were getting closer. Suddenly appeared your tired, zombie like boyfriend in the doorway. He trudged over to you wearing a grey hoodie and black gym shorts, paired with some Nike slides on his feet. You could tell he just had rolled out of bed because his hair was fluffed and a little bit curled. A piece of his disheveled hair stuck out, making you laugh a little.

“What’s so funny?” he asked groggily.

“You have bed head sticking out of your hood.” you explained as you swept back his blonde locks.

He slumped down on the side of the bed, taking off his sweatshirt, slowly reaching for the duvet. He snuggled in, pulling you into his side.

“I missed you so much. I’m glad you came.” resting your head into his chest.

“I missed you too princess. And of course I came.” He whispered while tracing little circles on your back with his fingers.

You pulled away slightly, gazing up him to meet his tired, blue eyes. He gave you a smile and leaned into your lips for a kiss.

When your lips parted, Jack quickly looked down, “Is that my Guns N Roses t-shirt?”

You pulled the duvet up over your face, “Maybeee.” you giggled, peeking your eyes back out at him.

He shot you a surprised look, “I’ve been looking for that for bloody ages! You little thief!”

“Oh well! Looks better on me anyway.” Jack stuck out his lip in a pout, giving you puppy dog eyes. “Alright, alright It looks good on both of us.” you admitted with a sigh.

A smile spread across his face as he pressed another kiss to your lips. “(Y/N) can I ask you something?”

You nodded.

“Did you call me over here because you couldn’t sleep? Or because you missed me and couldn’t wait to see me?”

You paused and thought about his question for a minute. “I guess maybe both. I hate being away from you.”

Jack brought your hand up to his lips and kissed it, “Aw I know (Y/N). It’s hard with me traveling for work and living a half hour away, isn’t it?”

That’s when you got an idea

“You know…we wouldn’t have to miss each other so much, if we lived together.” you suggested. You weren’t entirely sure how he would react. It’s not like neither of you had ever thought about it before, but it wasn’t something that had been discussed. You could see him processing what your proposal.

He tilted his head, “You know what? That sounds like a great idea.”

“Are you sure? Could you handle me living with me 24/7 and stealing more of your shirts?”

“I’m pretty sure. And that’s alright. I love seeing you in my shirts, but I love you more. Let’s do it.”

He winked at you, making you smile like an idiot, “I love you most.”

You couldn’t wait to do this all the time. No more sleepless nights alone. Just you and Jack.

Your tender moment was cut short, you quickly thought to yourself, What time is it?

You shot up, untangling yourself from Jack and reached for your phone. 5:30 am

Slinking back down into your side of the bed, you laughed to yourself. The exhaustion had definitely set in.

“What?” Jack asked with a confused expression.

You showed him your phone screen, the time displayed for him to read.

He giggled and shrugged his shoulders, “Oh well. Now we have an excuse to stay in bed and cuddle all day.”

And that’s just what you did. Even though the rest of the world was just waking up and starting their day, you two were in a world of your own, asleep in each other’s embrace. A lonely, sleepless night turned into a wonderful memory.

Any time Jack’s mad, I need to take a step back because angry Jack is so hot and I can’t handle it

Originally posted by xxpenciledinxx

Warm - part 2 | Joe Sugg imagine

Warm - part 2/3 | Joe Sugg imagine
Word count: 2598
Request: The reader meet Joe randomly in the street and then they start to date and are really in love but they are both worried about the difference age because Joe is 25 and the reader is 17-18
A/N: In case you forgot what happened, you can check the part 01 in here! I’m new in this whole imagine/fanfic thing on Tumblr so send me a message saying if you prefer a long imagine (with more than 10k words) or an imagine split in different parts!
See you at the ending of this (part 3 up soon)! Have a good reading!
You can find more Buttercream Squad content here | Requests are open 

Oh. That was what you received. You almost could see Joe staring at his phone, looking to your message shocked, his room messed because he was getting ready to come to Brighton… Well, that was a shame, wasn’t it?

You decided to wait until the end of your Math class and, in between periods, you told Joe your age. Right, it wasn’t like you loved Joe, you only fancied him, so his response was a strike to your ego, but not to your heart.

You sighed, what did you expect to have as answer? Of course he wouldn’t continue this thing, you were ages apart! He was 25 and you… 17.

“So…?” Y/F/N asked, meeting you at lunch time.

“What do you think?”

“I told you, you didn’t need to tell him how old you are.”

“And what, Y/F/N? I would let him believe I am older than I am and take me on a date so he would freak out afterwards?”


“It isn’t right with him.” you snorted, pissed. “Fuck, why I have this need to be mature and do things in the correct way?” you asked, not knowing if Y/F/N should answer it.

“Well, if you had told him after that date he invited you, you at least would prove his kiss and sorted out if Joe Sugg is a good kisser.”

You looked at her, surprise. “You have a boyfriend! Stop thinking about my could’ve been something!” You both laughed.

“So what are you going to do now?”

You knew what she meant, however you didn’t want to answer her. “Grab some food and put it in my belly?”

Y/F/N rolled her eyes. “For real, Y/N.”

“I’m really going to the cafe and crying about this.” she raised an eyebrow, saying “Are you serious?” without words. “Not cry about it, but I really need a coffee if I’m going to think that my fucking age is the reason why I never got with Joe. I mean, I sorted the most difficult part of it that was meet him and actually have his number.” You shrugged.

“Good luck with that.” Y/F/N said, this was the point she would leave to eat wherever Y/F/B/N and her decided while you would feel pity of yourself in that cafe. Someone should give you a “most capable of being a fucking teenage cliche” because it was almost nearly depressive what you were going to do.

“Yeah, thanks.” you gave Y/F/N a little smile and walked away from school.

You looked at your phone again, that same notification of “Oh” still there, in a conversation you weren’t capable of opening, so it seemed that you never read it. You were a bloody coward. Your first “no” like that. It hurted that much when you said “no” to boys? Your ego was bleeding, really. You could feel the blood in your hands. Poor, poor ego… So young, so dead. You laughed to yourself, what a loser.

You walked for a few more blocks trying to feel least sorry for yourself. “Oh” was bad enough, behaving like this was reacting to an heartbreak when it wasn’t one. Feeling like this was too much for Y/N Y/L/N, you loved yourself more than that.

You opened the front door of the cafe and entered in there thinking about what would you order. Cappuccino seemed good enough for your pity party.

You usually walked looking to your feet afraid you would fall or step on a bubble gun, specially if you were alone. So when you arrived at the cafe, you didn’t see anything but your shoes and the sidewalk, you pushed the door and just entered it.


Joe was lost in his thoughts, anxious. He didn’t had a clue about what he was doing.

Through all the meeting he couldn’t think about anything more than the fact that the nicest girl he met in a while was really younger than he. Joe forgot that dating was so fucking hard. Getting a girlfriend in 2017 was in his plans, but having this much of headache wasn’t. He was looking for someone who was funny and interesting and he thought he was really lucky for finding that when he met you. Not only you checked those items, but you were beautiful and smart too, so he just followed his instincts and, when he knew, he was already there.

Joe could hardly sit still. The palms of his hands were sweating and he smiled automatically to a picture he was ask for. The fan went away and he was left there to agonize on his own.

He leaned on the armchair, his hands getting warm because of the cup he was holding. He would look to every single person who entered in there, wishing for a certain girl to show up, holding to the feeling that it would be just like the first time he wished that she appeared. You didn’t disappointed him.

The door opened, he looked at it with all his hope. His heart raced, he saw who he was looking for. Taking a deep breath, he stood up and entered in your way as you walked to order your drink.


Your heart stopped beating for a second. Seeing him there, in his green “Sugg Life” hoodie, his pair of black jeans and white Converse just let you out of words. It was a surprise, you didn’t know if it was a good surprise or a bad one, though. You were about to find out.

“You seem to be a little lost, don’t you?” You asked, trying to show a little smile despite your almost-to-explode feeling. “London is quite far away from here.”

“Well,” he shrugged, none of you wanting to make eye contact “I told you I had a meeting in Brighton.” Joe had lost his speaking skills, he couldn’t make his thoughts turn into words… Actually, he didn’t know in what he was thinking about.

You didn’t know what to say either, so you just kept the small talk going. “Still, it doesn’t seem to be your way home.”

“It isn’t.” he finally got the guts for looking at you.

You couldn’t stand seeing his blue eyes, you forgot how light they were, how the blue was almost grey, how they were darker in the iris’ edge. It was insane that someone could have eyes like those, it stole the breath you already didn’t had.

“What? GPS send you the wrong path?” you joked, even though your whole being was locked into Joe’s eyes.

He took a deep breath. “I guess it is the right one.” he told.

Your eyes closed. “Fuck, Joe. Don’t say this kind of thing to me” you asked, barely containing your nerves. It was your turn to take a deep breath and then you opened your eyes, meeting his again.

“Look,” he passed his hand through his hair “I don’t know what the hell I am doing here.” he admitted and you could see he was truly nervous about this. “All I know is that you are a really nice girl and I probably am getting into a lot of trouble for sticking to this idea, but…” he sighed “I guess we could figure it out.” he gave you a unsure smile.

You bit your lips, insecure too. “I don’t know, Joe… I mean, I literally have class in one hour, you will be fine with that?”

He lifted his shoulders. “One hour is a lot of time to get coffee.” You couldn’t help but smiled, cracking.

“Just to see how it goes, right?” you confirmed.

He nodded. “I promise, Y/N.”

“Well, you must be really sure of yourself for getting out on the street wearing your own merch.” you commented as you went to the queue. Joe’s smile grew bigger.

And it went pretty fine.


Joe was on Snapchat, bored about having nothing to do. It was friday night, but he had a family lunch in the next day so he couldn’t go out, Zoe would kill him if he get late to the event. He posted a video of him with the bee’s filter and went look the stories of his friends.

“Oh my God, Y/N, no!” Y/F/N shouted in one of your videos, in which you jumped into a pool.

“Oh, fuck, it’s freezing!” you screamed too, above the loud music, and the video finished, going to the next.

“Come on, Y/F/N! You need to get in here too!” you said. “Brian,” a guy appeared in the screen. “say to Y/F/N that she needs to come here.” you were clearly drunk.

“You need to come here, Y/F/N.” the Brian boy said, not really interested in what he was saying, he pulled you as a joke and you screamed, having fun. The video ended there.

In the next one, Joe was about to get up and go to Brighton to ask you what the hell was happening, but instead of doing that, he continued to watch you.

You were laughing, Brian’s arms were around you. You were singing the song that was playing with all your strength as you filmed a lot of people into the pool.

That was it. That was how Joe simply knew how things should go next.


Joe, please! You asked, snorting as you looked to your cell phone.

It’s a surprise, love. He sent to you. Where is the fun in telling you what we’re going to do?

Sugg! If you don’t know, honey, I’m a girl! Girls need to know where they’re going so they can dress the proper outfit!

I’m sure you will be lovely in anything, Y/N.

Fuck you, Joseph!

Someone is getting upset…

Of course I am! You told. I’m standing in front of my wardrobe for half an hour now! Pleaaaaase tell me where we’re going!

You could see him rolling his eyes. Dress something nice, ok?

Your stomach gave a loop. It was a date? You and Joe agreed you were going to take things easy. Not only because you were this young, but also Joe was risking a lot by dating a 17 year old girl. So, in spite all the little flirtatious jokes, you two just hang out to do chilled things.

Nice like movie nice or nice like club nice? You asked, trying to remain calm although what he just said.

Nice like date nice. He informed, pretending it was nothing. And you’re 17! You can’t be at clubs!

You wanted to go to your window and scream. It was a date! As a substitute, you rolled your eyes at the scream. That’s what a fake ID is for, honey.


I got my weapons, yeah.

I’m seeing that! Ok then, I’ll be at your house in 10’.

For fuck’s sake, Sugg! You just told me where we’re going! No way I’m getting ready in 10 minutes!

Fine! He agreed even if he didn’t want to. I’ll take another 30 minutes to let you get ready.

You didn’t answer this. If Joseph Sugg was going to take you on a date in half an hour, you better rush. No way you could get ready in less than 40 minutes, but, for him, you were giving it a go.

You thought it would be nice if you looked a little older, so you put a dark magenta skirt, a white cropped and a nude high heel. You put your usual go-out makeup and, as you hold your lipstick, you received a message from Joe saying he was already in front of your house. You finished your look in a hurry and almost forgot the perfume.

You ran downstairs saying you were out, without giving any chance for your parents saw you and how you dress up really nice for this one night out, because you didn’t told them yet that the guy you were talking to was 25.

You opened the car’s door, smiling at Joe and giving him a kiss on the cheek as hi.

“You look good.” he said, driving.

“Thanks.” you said, a little bit nervous “I mean, I really wanted to do something to my hair, but you didn’t give me time, so this is what we were blessed as result.” you joked.

Joe gave you a side look. “You look amazing, Y/N.”

You blushed a little. “You don’t look bad too… As always.”

Joe laughed. “As always? That’s a compliment, huh?”

“Shut up.”

“We aren’t on the date properly and you are already telling me to shut up!” he complained.

“Yep. So you don’t get cocky.”

You two laughed, suddenly you didn’t feel anxious anymore. It was really easy to talk to Joe.

You parked in front of this fancy local restaurant.

“Oh, wow.” You commented. “That’s… elegant.”

Joe looked at you, worried. “Hum… Yeah. I asked Zoe where I could take you and I thought here was really nice. I mean, we can go anywhere else if you want to. I don’t know where to take you, actually, but you…”

You gave him a tender smile. You was worry because you never been to a place like this, however this feeling went away as soon as you saw Joe being nervous.

“Here is perfect, Joe. Relax.”

“Oh,” he stopped freaking out. “ok.” He jumped out of the car and opened your door for you.

You entered the restaurant and Joe landed his hand in your back, your stomach jumped. He said his name to the maître and he led you two to your table. You bit your lips as you sat down.

“I was carried away with the idea of the dating thing, right?” he asked.

As much as you wanted to say no, you stick with the idea of being honest. “Yeah, a little.” You laughed. “Actually, it is only because I’m not used to be in real dates. Even the normal ones.”

“Oh, thanks for saying I’m abnormal.” he spoke.

You gave a little laugh. “You understood me.” you rolled your eyes. “By the way, are you going to tell me why you all of a sudden decided we are ready to the dating thing?”

You asked in the most casual way, you were really curious about this, but Joe started being nervous again.

“Well…” he sighed. “I might saw your Snapchat’s story the other day and…”

“Oh!” you laughed. “So you were stalking me!” you joked for lighting the mood. “We have a stalker here, everyone!”

“Are you going to let me tell you the story or not?” he teased, giggling.

“Sorry. Please, continue.”

“This is embarrassing…” he took a deep breath. “Fine, I was checking your Snapchat and I saw you at this pool party and in there was this random boy named Brian and he just pissed me of. I mean, I hate this age thing we have as obstacle, but I hate even more that he were all over you and I can’t say anything because we are just friends, although I really like you.”

You started laughing and Joe looked at you confused.

“I’m sorry, but I’m just so happy right now.” you confessed. “The only reason I drank that night was because I wanted to be with you and now you are just saying all that I wanted to hear.”

He started laughing too. “I guess we sorted things out, then.”

You smiled at Joe. “I guess, yeah”

Troublemaking Waters- Joe Sugg Imagine

Word Count: 1,063

Request:  21 with Jack/Joe or Mikey, “If we get arrested, it’s your fault.” (from Si and Liv’s prompt list)

Author’s Note: I titled this a Joe imagine because that’s who the reader is with. But Jack and Mikey are also a big part of the story. 


It was a late Friday night, you were sat cuddled with your boyfriend Joe on your sofa. He made the trip down to Brighton to see you. Jack and Mikey were sat on the other side playing Call of Duty. They decided to come too. You didn’t mind, you loved spending time with the boys. It was never awkward and no one ever felt like a third wheel.

You looked around the room at the boys, lounging lazily on the sofa. You let out a deep sigh.

Joe heard you, staring down to meet your gaze. “What’s the matter love?”

“Some Friday night huh?” letting out another sigh.

“What do you mean?” he asked.

As much as you appreciated the boys coming down to hangout, you didn’t want to sit home and watch them play video games all night. You had something more exciting in mind.

You wriggled out of your boyfriend’s arms and sprung off the sofa. “Boys we’re going on an adventure! Grab a change of clothes, a case of beer, and some towels. Meet me at the car in 10 minutes!”

The boys stood around, exchanging weird glances. Until they just shrugged their shoulders and followed your instructions.

Here you were. With the boys driving around Brighton at 11:30 at night. They had absolutely no idea where you were taking them. Until you started getting closer to the sea.

“(Y/N) why are we at the beach?” Jack asked with confusion.

You pulled up to the curb and parked, “You’ll see. Just grab the stuff and follow me.” smiling as you got out of the car.

You all had your hands full, as you walked along the pebbles down to the waterfront. “Well here we are!” you announced with your hands in the air, cracking open a beer. They all nervously laughed, setting down the stuff in their hands and grabbing a bottle.

Mikey put his hands down at his sides, “Yeah uh…that’s great (Y/N), but what are we doing here?”

Jack and Joe looked around at all the things you asked them to bring, then looked back out to the water. That’s when it clicked, “Mikey, she brought us here to go skinny dipping!” they laughed.

Before Mikey could say another word, he quickly looked back to see your clothes on the ground and you running naked into the sea.

“Come on boys the water’s fine!” you waved at them to come in.

“Is she actually serious?” Mikey motioned at the boys.

They both shrugged and started to tug at their clothes.

“You are one crazy girl, you know that (Y/N)?” Jack shouted out to you, while stripping out of his clothes.

“Yeah I know!”

“Hey back off mate! She’s my crazy girl!” Joe piped up. He quickly ran out and swam over to you. You reached for his hand, pulling him close to you and giving him a kiss.

“Hey love birds! No getting it on in the water with me here! Alright?” Jack said covering his eyes.

You, Joe, and Jack were all swimming and splashing about. Mikey was still on shore, holding a towel around his waist.

“Come on Mikey! Just jump in!” you yelled to the shore.

“Mikey don’t be such a wuss! Drop the towel and get in here!” Jack chimed in.

He ran his hand nervously through hair, then shook his head. “Alright, alright fine! If we get arrested, it’s your fault!

Just as Mikey was about to drop his towel, you saw headlights in the distance. “Shit! Car!” the three of you quickly swam to the pier, so you could hide underneath. Your clothes were sitting on the rocks.

Once you all had your clothes on, you looked down the beach a few feet to see Mikey, scrambling to grab his clothes. All while trying to hold up the towel around his waist.

Suddenly you heard footsteps coming toward the beach and people talking. “Mikey come on let’s go!” you whispered sternly.

Before Mikey could take one more step, you heard someone say, “Hold it right there buddy! Hands where I can see them and don’t move.”


Jack and Joe grabbed your arm and snuck back to the car. Tip toeing quietly, so you guys wouldn’t get caught.

All three of you were able to get in and drive off undetected. You didn’t know how, but you did. You also felt bad for leaving Mike behind, you hoped he was alright.


The next morning you and Joe were sat at the breakfast table. Jack tiredly walked in the kitchen, holding his phone in his hand, “Guys I got a text from Mikey.”

You perked up in your chair, “What did he say? Is he okay?”

Jack smiled and let out a chuckle, “Yeah he’s alright. We just have to go pick him from the police station.”

You couldn’t believe they held him overnight. You thought they would’ve just questioned him, then let him go.

Joe grabbed the car keys and the three of you drove to the Brighton police station. You pulled up to see Mikey standing out front in his sweats, holding a plastic bag with his wet clothes inside. He looked exhausted and annoyed.

You quickly got out of the car and gave him a hug. “Thank god you’re alright!”

Jack stepped out of the car with his phone out, taking a snapchat, “Cor! Picking up the jail bird.” he giggled behind the camera. Joe joined him.

“Seriously guys?” you glared at them, helping Mikey to the car.

“No it’s alright (Y/N) let them have their fun. If they ever have to spend the night in a holding cell for drunk public indecency, I’ll snapchat and laugh my ass off.” he said with a sarcastic tone.

Jack and Joe poked fun at Mikey the whole way home. You thought he would’ve been more pissed, but he wasn’t that phased by it. He was used to taking the pissfrom the boys. There was finally a silent moment in the car, the teasing had stopped. Mikey spoke up and shrugged his shoulders, “Well, at least this will make a great thumbnail and storytime for my video on Monday!” You all just looked at each other and bursted into laughter.

Who knew a Friday night that started out so boring, could turn into such a memorable one?


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First Encounter: Conor

Word Count: 984

You were on vacation in London, England, visiting from the states with your best friend. You had already been in London for 3 days and you had been to the London Eye, the River Thames and Buckingham Palace.

Tonight you decided to go out, as you hadn’t been out clubbing once because you were both jet lagged and tired. But tonight was the first night either of you felt like properly going out.

“Y/N, tonight is going to be so much fun! I can’t wait to find a nice British boy to make out with!” Your best friend cheered.

You laughed at her, the two of you rummaging through suitcases to find something to wear. Luckily, the weather wasn’t bad out so you could wear this new short black dress you had bought for the trip.

“I’m just excited that we can drink and it will be legal!” You told her, as you were both only 20.

“True, that’s a plus. I love this country!” Your best friend shouted as she changed into a revealing dress.

You laughed at her once again and you started applying makeup and fixing your hair.

“Come on Y/N! Hurry up the cars going to be here in 2 minutes!” Y/F/N shouted at you as you were putting the final touches on your makeup.

“Alright, alright I’m coming!” You shouted back, walking out of the hotel bathroom and out the door behind her.

The car ride was short to the club that your best friend had found, according to someone she had met in a shop it was the best club in London. You stumbled into the club, arm and arm with your best friend.

“First, we need some drinks,” Y/F/N said, guiding you to the bar area.

Your best friend was more outgoing than you, and she quickly had chatted up some guy that was standing at the bar. She had quickly convinced him to order the three of you a round of shots, and then some other drinks. After the drinks were finished, your friend managed to pull you away from the guy and towards a roped off section of the club, the VIP section. She then somehow convinced the bouncer that you two were meant to be in there, and the velvet rope was lifted.

A song was playing that you both recognized and you pushed your way to the dance floor. There was just enough alcohol in your system to allow your body to move freely with the music. Your heads were above your head and your hips swaying to the beat of the music; you were having the time of your life.

After a few songs, you both decided it was time for another drink. You left the dance floor and made your way to the bar with your best friend. She then ordered another round of shots and then another round of drinks and you found your way to an empty booth. After all the beverages had been consumed, another glasses was placed in front of you by a waitress.

“Oh, sorry but I didn’t order this,” you tried to tell her.

She smiled at you, “the gentleman over there had it sent over,” she said, pointed out a handsome looking man.

“Oh thank you,” you said to the waitress as she left.

The man was looking intently over at you, and you were staring right back. He was very attractive, piercing blue eyes and a smirk adorned his face. He was surrounded by a group of guys but you could tell he wasn’t paying attention to whatever they were saying.

“Oh my god Y/N, he’s hot!” Your best friend exclaimed.

“Yeah he is,” you responded, still making eye contact with him as you reached for the glass and took a sip.

You moved your eyes from him as your friend started talking about how she still hasn’t found a hot guy to hook up with yet. But the night was still young.

“Excuse me ladies,” you heard a British accent say, breaking up your conversation.

You turned to look at who the beautiful voice belonged to. It was him, the blue eyes and smirk right before your eyes.

“My name is Conor,” he said, reaching a hand out to your friend.

“Y/F/N,” she responded, shaking his hand, “and this is Y/N,” she said, gesturing toward you.

“Y/N, a beautiful name for a beautiful girl,” Conor said, now reaching for your hand.

“Thank you,” you said, face flushed, as you shook his outstretched hand.

“Would you like to dance?” He asked next.

You glanced at your friend and she nodded her head, encouraging you to go.

“Sure,” you said, moving out of the booth reaching for his hand that lead you to the dance floor.

You started dancing with him, and you were impressed by his moves. He was pretty good and kept up with the rhythm better than you could. Slowly, your bodies got closer and soon you could see every detail of his face as you were dancing. His hands would occasionally brush against your sides, or your hands and you would feel a rush throughout your body every time it happened.

“Oi mates! We’re going to slow it down a bit. This one’s for all the lovers on the dance floor,” the DJ spoke into the microphone, and played just a slightly less upbeat song.

Conor smirked and grabbed your hands, pulling you closer to him and placing your hands on his strong shoulders. His hands met the small of your back as you swayed back and forth.

You were lost in his beautiful eyes as the song went on. As if your mouths were magnets they were pulled together and you instantly felt sparks, something you thought people made up since you had never felt this way before.


My first post! Please give me feedback and leave requests!

New moves | Josh Pieters smut

New moves | Josh Pieters | smut
Word count: 1803
A/N: Based in the song Brand New Moves by Hey Violet. It wasn’t to be a smut, but I thought I could take a break from fluffy stuff for a while before heading back to the Joe’s imagine I’m working on. Hope you will enjoy this!
You can find more of Buttercream’s content in here | requests are open

Don’t it feel it’s been forever? Don’t it feel it’s been a while?

He saw you from across the room. There were so many people that he couldn’t see you clearly, but he recognized who you were and smiled. Hey! That’s what he meant by raising his glass. You raised yours and gave a little wink, what he understood as a gesture to come at you.

He moved just as he did a couple years ago and smiled that Josh’s smile that you always found way too nice for the rest of the world. Josh was the most friendly guy you ever knew, although your intentions with him never were purely friendly.

As you were getting closer to him and less people were between you two, Josh noticed that you, unlike him, wasn’t the same. You always been confident, but now you could be the femme fatale in some action movie and he wouldn’t even doubt it, there was a shine in your eyes that didn’t exist before and he was curious about it.

“Y/N!” He exclaimed.

“Hi Josh!” You two hugged. He still used the same perfume as when you met him. “Are you taller or something?” you joked, both of you laughed.

“How are you?” He asked.

“I’m fine! What about you? You finally got used to the city, huh?”

“Yeah…” he blushed. “I mean, eventually I needed to!”. You two laughed and when when it stopped, he gently asked you “Can I buy you a drink?”

Your smile grew bigger. Of course he could. “That would be nice, I guess.”

You two headed to the bar, Josh realized you attracted a lot of looks from everywhere with your attitude, almost like being chilled and beautiful was your job.

When you started talking to Josh, you remembered how you liked of being his friend. I mean, you kissed him and made out with him more than once and the friendship thing didn’t covered these kind of activities. You were just having a really casual conversation, but your mind was running through your old memories.

When your favorite music started, you invited Josh to the dance floor, but he explained that dancing was something he didn’t was used to do still, encouraging you to break the dance floor anyway. You didn’t want to leave him alone, but you were almost dying to go, so you stood up and hit the floor, your hips shaking according to the beat.

As you enjoyed your time, you couldn’t stop thinking about how you missed Josh. You were really close to him a long time ago and that’s when the whole one night stand thing happened, but none of you were into the idea of dating and being on a relationship.

As a consequence of everybody saying to you get together and assume that Josh and Y/N as a couple, you moved away from him and he did the same to you. It wasn’t a fight, it wasn’t even a conversation, but you knew Josh’s motivations and he knew yours were the same as his, that was how deep you connected with each other.

Now, there you were: in the same place as him, in the same night, a few years later. You almost forgot how the feeling of kissing someone just because of his soul and it really pleased you to feel that way again, so when the music changed and you saw Josh still was looking at you, you raised your hand and called him.

You were used by this time to only hook up with strangers. Actually, Josh was the only friend you ever slept with. You always thought that even kissing people you actually know leads to trouble, because it would be a comment in here, a whisper in there, so you stayed with the idea of only sleep with those you only knew their names. You weren’t into getting a boyfriend anyway and things were easier if you lead it this way.

He nodded his head, saying no to your proposal without words. You blinked your eyes and joined your eyebrows, making a face of lost dog. Please, Josh! He rolled his eyes and succumbed to your wishes, almost tripping to his own feet as he was trying to get to you, too busy making funny dance movements to pay attention on other things like people getting in between.

You laughed and when he was near enough, you took his arm and pulled him closer. You got so close to each other that, suddenly, he wasn’t in the mood of making jokes anymore and, when the music got into the slow part, his hands was firmly at your waist.

You didn’t disappoint Josh. You rubbed your hips is his body according to the beat and put your right hand in his nape, passing your other hand in your hair. When the music grew louder again, you winked at him again and turned back, getting low. When you stand up again, Josh’s lips pressed your neck.

“What are you trying to do, Y/N?” he asked whispering at the bottom of your ear.

You gave him a smile, your eyes sparkled the lust he was an expert in spot. “Just dancing in the name of the good times.”

His grip became stronger. “There are some things I still know from the good times.”

You stood face to face again to him. “Well, there are some things I learned since the good times.”

And that was it. You liked how Josh was a nice guy, but you loved when he lost his control, all his education and his good boy image, so when he took you by the hand and led you to the VIP area of the nightclub, you couldn’t take the excitement.

You two entered into a private area with a long sofa and a table, behind some curtains. There were a lot of stuff around so you guessed he was with his old friends in there, you knew they like to spend money into this kind of thing.

When Josh smashed your lips, you groaned straight away. He was hungry and when Josh was hungry, he knew exactly what he wanted and how. His hands moved through your body like a master, because he really was an expert when it was about you, we knew where you liked to be touched and knew that it must be hard, because if he was hungry, so was you.

Your legs hit the sofa, your hands took his jacked off, he leaned you in the furniture, you pushed all the wallets and purses that were in there to the ground, no one would need that for the next minutes. Your hands grabbed his hair and Josh hold your waist hard enough to leave a mark, the kiss coming more and more aggressive, with little bites and you started scratch his back. Josh took off your silver dress and you took his shirt, unbuttoning his pants afterwards.

“Fuck, Y/N.” he groaned when you moved your hips as you were doing on the dance floor, but now without his jeans and your dress in between, Josh could feel the warmth and the pressure of your body against his member.

You kissed his chest and Josh felt his arms getting weak, if you continued to do that, he wouldn’t be able to hold his own weight anymore and he would fall on you. Your hands started playing with his boxers’ borders and Josh let a grunt escape his mouth.

You giggled. “I wondered until when you could handle my teasing.”

“Not long” he answered, it was his turn to please you and he kissed your breast.

Your body warmed up as anticipation, you knew Josh’s next move. And as if he knew what you were thinking, he took of your bra and sucked your left nipple while massaging the other one. You sighed, holding his ginger hair.

He switched his mouth of boob and started give smacks in your abdomen, getting lower and lower as continued to massage your boobs. When he was almost getting in your V area, you heard voices outside your area.

You both stopped and looked at each other, holding your breaths. You could hear your heart pumping, your clothes weren’t anywhere to be seen. The voices started go away, you and Josh took a deep breath.

After that, you pulled Josh to a deep kiss, realizing that knowing that could have people outside where you were having sex only turned you more on.
“Hurry.” you asked, your hands slipping through Josh’s body and taking his underwear off, he took yours too.

Josh was hard, so he was ready to get inside you, but he kissed you and, without a warning, he pulled his finger into your center, adding another soon after. You groaned loud.

“Shhh, Y/N.” You didn’t answer, only moved your hips to get him further. “You are so prepared, should I go inside you now?” you nodded, not being able to speak or open your eyes, biting your lips so another groan couldn’t slip.

“Come on, Josh” you said. He continued to push and pull  his fingers, so the only thing you could think of was opening your eyes, moving yourself and grabbing his member, feeling it throb in your hand as you went up and down it. Josh’s moan was even louder than yours.

“That’s not fair.” Josh complained as you dictated a rhythm to your moves.

“Josh, you aren’t fair to me.” you pointed out between your own moans.

“Fine then, Y/N.”

Josh positioned his body to penetrates you, finally pushing his fingers of you. He kissed your lips, a deep, long kiss, making you sighed. Then, out of nothing, Josh was inside you.

You wanted to scream, so you kissed him harder.

“So fucking tight.” Josh groaned, stopping kissing you.

You both started losing your breath as you went faster. You couldn’t hear the loud music downstairs anymore and even if hundreds of people showed up in that exact moment, you wouldn’t care. The pleasure was running in your veins, your mind had only one word, one name on it and nothing more. Josh.

“Come on, Y/N. Pour yourself on me.”

And as he asked, you came, Josh accompanied you. Your orgasm hit you and you needed to bite your lip so hard it started to bleed. Josh, seeing you in that state, kissed you again.

Your legs went weak, Josh stood up so he could sat in the sofa.

“I missed you.” You said to him after calming down and putting your clothes back on, Josh dressed up too.

He laughed. “I bet you did.”

“I mean it, Josh.” you told, rolling your eyes.

He looked at you, that Josh’s smile once more in his face. “I missed you too, Y/N.”

The One Thing I Don’t Hate About You- Josh Pieters Imagine

Word Count: 1,024

Request:  Could you do 55 with Josh please?, “The truth is I don’t hate you. Not even a little bit. Not even at all.” (from Si and Liv’s prompt list)

Author’s Note: I’m so happy somebody requested this prompt. It’s from 10 Things I Hate About You, which happens to be one of my all time favorite movies.


You went round your best friend Jack’s. He invited you over, for one of your friend movie and junk food nights. You had been looking forward to this all day. You hadn’t had the chance to see his new flat yet. You’d also had a tough week. So seeing your best friend and hanging out, was just what you needed.

You rang up to Jack’s flat. He buzzed you in and you made your way to the lift. When you reached his front door, you gave it a light knock.

“It’s open!” his voice carried through the door.

You entered to see Jack in his sweats, sitting on the couch playing FIFA. You took a seat on the couch next to him and grabbed a blanket, draping it over your legs.

“Please tell me you’re almost done. I really need to talk, laugh, and eat junk food!” you whined, leaning your head on his shoulder.

“Don’t worry(Y/N). We’re almost done.”

You shot him a confused look, “What do you mean we? Who else is here?”

Shortly after, you heard the toilet flush from the bathroom. Out walked a tall ginger. Sure enough, it was Josh Pieters.

You two had never got on well. He always would poke fun at you or pick fights. And not in a friendly banter way. More like a rude, dick way.

He entered the room, grabbed the controller off the coffee table, and took a seat on the couch. Not even acknowledging you or saying hi.

You threw the blanket off your legs and stood up, shaking your head. “Seriously?”

Jack looked up from his game, “What? Josh and I were filming some videos. We were just going to play until you got here. What’s the matter?”

“Jack we were supposed to spend time together. Just you and me! So why is Josh still here? I don’t care about your stupid video game.” you exclaimed with your hands on your hips.

“Oooh Jack you better watch out. Your girlfriend is having a fit.” Josh scoffed.

Did he really just say that?

“Excuse me? Who you asked for your opinion?” you snapped at him.

“You don’t have to ask, I just give.” he gave you a sarcastic smirk.

“C’mon guys! Would you both just calm down?” he pleaded.

You glared at him in disbelief, “Oh shut up Jack! I don’t even know why I bothered coming over. You know, I really needed my best friend tonight. I don’t need this shit. Thanks for sticking up for me. I’m outta here.”

“Bye (Y/N)!” Josh yelled after you.

When you got home Jack texted you, apologizing profusely. Of course you were angry, but you knew you would forgive him. He was your best friend and Josh’s behavior wasn’t his fault.

You never understood what you said or did to make Josh hate you. You always had made an effort to be nice and try to be his friend, but he never showed interest. If he wasn’t such an asshole, you might’ve even considered going out with him.


The next night, Jack invited you back over as an apology. You two were sat watching Shameless and eating pizza, when you heard a knock at the door.

“Who’s that?” you questioned.

“I don’t know. Can you go see? I have to get something.”

Confused, you walked over to the door and twisted the knob. When you opened the door to see Josh standing in front of you.

“Josh, what the hell are you doing here?” you looked back at Jack rolling your eyes. “Did you know about this?”

“Just hear him out. I’m going to let you two talk.” he walked off into his room.

You stood there awkwardly until Josh spoke up, “Shall we sit?” motioning toward the sofa.

“I guess.” you shrugged, taking a seat.

He took a deep breath, “I know I’ve been a complete jerk.”

You cut him off, “Obnoxious dick is more like it.”

“Yeah I know. I know I have and I’m sorry.”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Did he actually just apologize?

“I’m sorry? Am I dreaming?”

“I’m serious (Y/N) I’m really sorry. The truth is…” he hesitated.


He put his head down and mumbled something under his breath. Realizing I didn’t hear him, he said it again a little bit louder, “I like you.”

“You like me?” you uttered in disbelief. “But I thought you hated me.”

The truth is I don’t hate you. Not even a little bit. Not even at all. I know I come across that way, but that’s only when the boys are around. I don’t want them to think I’m soft. I also definitely didn’t want them to know I had a massive crush on you.”

He finally explained and opened up to you. You had never seen Josh like this. So vulnerable

You knew it was silly, but as soon as you heard his apology. Any feeling you once had for him, came rushing back. Before you knew it, you found yourself scooting closer to him. Without thinking, you quickly pressed your lips to his. As you pulled away, he blushed.


You hit him, causing him to jump back in his seat. “That’s for being a dick! But I accept your apology, as long as you promise to just be yourself because I like you too.”

He nodded and flashed you a smile.

You two didn’t notice Jack standing in the hallway. “Wow I did not see that coming.” he said with a laugh.

“Well boys, I gotta get going. Bye best friend! Bye Josh!” you waved as you walked out the door. “By the way Josh, I caught that 10 Things I Hate About You reference.”

He just looked down nervously at his feet, rubbing his hands together.

“It’s okay. I liked it. Call me sometime.” winking back at him.

You shut the door behind you. Before you turned toward the lift to leave, you heard Jack say, “I still have no idea what the hell just happened.”

To be honest you didn’t either, but you liked where it was going.

Not Again - Jack Maynard

Request: Could you write one where y/n and jack aren’t together but are best friends. And they are both players. They then see jacks ex and y/n helps jack by pretending to be his girlfriend by dancing and kissing him but then they realise they both are love each other xo

Smut: No

Requests are OPEN!

A/N: Okay, so I kind of didn’t reference the fact that they were both players because I feel like I’ve done that storyline quite a bit for Jack so I didn’t want to repeat myself. But, I still really like this Imagine and I hope you do too! :)


“I can’t believe you’re making me do this.” You yelled to Jack, over the music of the club. “You know shots make me crazy.”

“Crazy (y/n) is my favourite (y/n).” He said, laughing. You rolled your eyes at Jack’s attempt to get you drunk before smacking your shot against his and taking it.

You and Jack have been best friends ever since you could remember. Pre-school, elementary and high school, you two were two peas in a pod and refused to do anything without each other. So when Jack decided he was moving to London, he thought it was only fair to bring you along for the journey. No, you didn’t live together but you lived in the same building so technically, you guys were roommates.

“I love this song!” You said, grabbing Jack and pulling him from the bar to the dance floor.

You two joined the rest of the group and danced along to the Weeknd. The night was going perfectly until she walked in. Her stupid blonde hair and piercing blue eyes stood out from the crowd and you could see every guy turn in her direction…including Jack.

“Holy shit…” You heard him say. “I haven’t seen her in years…”

“Jack,” She said, as she pushed her way through the crowd. “Funny seeing you here.” 

You stood there and watched as she placed a kiss on his cheek. You knew he was losing it inside and he was totally unsure of how to act. This was the only girl who had ever captured Jack’s heart and managed to break it within two years. She’s the reason he’s on a single binge. You knew you couldn’t let her snake her way back in and ruin him for a second time.

“Taylor, it’s good to see you again.” You said, sarcastically as you placed your hand in Jack’s. You watched as Jack looked over at you confused but he stayed quiet.

“I was waiting for this day.” Taylor said, looking at your hands. “I always knew there was something between you two. Guess my instincts were right.”

Throughout the night, you found Jack looking around the club for Taylor and you couldn’t help but get more and more angry about it. Sure, he had been dancing with you and going along with your cues but you knew in the back of his mind, there was Taylor.

“You’re quiet.” Jack said, as you two reached your building.

“Why her?” You asked. You never really understood why Jack had such intense feelings for Taylor…she wasn’t anything special. “Why Taylor?”

“Because she reminded me of someone I couldn’t have.” He explained, reaching into the fridge and opening another beer.


“You.” You stood in the middle of Jack’s living room and stared at the boy, sitting on his couch, drinking his beer. He looked towards the ground and let out a sigh. “Why’d you act like that tonight?”

“Because she hurt the one person I always wanted and there was no way in hell I’d stand back and watch her do it again.” You said, sitting next to him.

You took the beer from his hands, placed it down on the coffee table and took his hands in yours.

“I only ever wanted you.” Jack whispered, as he brought his face closer to yours. You could feel his breath on your lips but you hesitated to close the gap. “I love you.” He said, placing his hand on the back of your head and finally connecting his lips with yours.

The rundown on this au

1) This is an AU where Connor DID NOT die
2) This is an AU where the stories Evan tells the Murphys aren’t (entirely) lies. The email exchanges are real, the For Forever tree incident was not. (Evan still broke his arm though)
3) This AU takes place two years after the start of the musical. Everyone is graduated and they’re all at least acquaintances
4) The Connor Project still exists, but it has a different name (You Will Be Found/YWBF). The social media presence includes a YouTube channel where the gang posts vlogs and do Q&As and are very honest about anxiety, depression, and all else that comes from being a teenager in the 21st century.

When One Door Closes, Another One Opens- Caspar Lee Imagine

Word Count: 1,750

Request:  100 with Caspar?, “You’re the love of my life, but I’m not yours.” (from Si and Liv’s prompt list)



It’s a crazy thing. Some people think it’s tragically beautiful, but that’s bullshit. It hurts.

Certain things you see or do, remind you of what you what once had. The restaurant of your first date, the stuffed animal won for you at a festival, the smell of cologne that lingers on some of your clothes.

And then when you see them happy with someone else, that’s the worst.

You and Caspar had been broken up for a little over four months. You had been together since you were 17. You two were pretty serious. Even back then. When you graduated high school, Caspar YouTube career was starting to take off. You decided to join in him in his move to London. It was a big step. You both were still young, but crazy and excited for what life had in store for you. Now at 23, six years later it was all over.

You didn’t understand what went wrong. Sure, no relationship was perfect. You fought and had disagreements like everyone else. However nothing significant stood out in your mind, that would lead to the end of your relationship. It seemed as though one day something changed. Caspar started acting more distant and less interested. There was disconnect and miscommunication. You tried to ask what was wrong and to talk about it, but he didn’t want to.

You remember the night your relationship ended so vividly. It was a Tuesday night. You were sat on the sofa watching tv and scrolling through your phone. Caspar had just gotten home from hanging out with the boys all day. He said a simple hello to you and then proceeded to the kitchen, plugging in his phone. A few minutes later, you felt the sofa slump down next to you. Caspar turned to face you. Then came the dreaded phrase no one likes to hear, we need to talk.

He didn’t tiptoe around his feelings this time. He laid everything out on the table. He explained that for the past few months, he felt like you were growing apart. You two were at different points in your lives and you weren’t teenagers anymore. Then he took a deep, long sigh and blurted, “I think we should see other people.”

You couldn’t believe it. The boy you had loved for six years, the boy you thought was the one, broke up with you.

Of course you were in pain, your heart felt like it had been stomped on. You were hurting. And rightfully so.

After about a month, you felt like things were finally starting to improve. But then the unexpected happened, Caspar started seeing someone, a girl named Maddie. You felt your heart sink into your chest once again.

How could he move on so fast?

Did your feelings not matter to him?

Did they start talking while you were still together?

So many questions left unanswered.


You still were feeling kind of shitty, but your best friend Eleanor dragged you out of the house to go grab a drink.

“You need to stop worrying about what he’s doing with her. Look at this as a good thing, you can finally see what else is out there. So many guys would kill to have a girl like you!” she said, handing you a cosmo, while taking a sip of her own.

You took your finger and traced the rim of the glass, “Thanks El. I know it’s silly, but I just want some answers and closure. You know? Don’t I deserve that after being together for six years? I’m tired of feeling guilty and like it’s my fault.”

Eleanor glanced at you with a smirk on her face.

“What?” you asked, wearing a puzzled expression.

“Give me your phone.” she held out her hand to you.

You hesitated, “Why? What are you going to do?”

“Just do it.” she insisted.

“Alright..” you reluctantly handed your phone over to her.

You saw her quickly type something, then slide the phone back over to you. You were still confused, but just placed the device to the side and carried on with your conversation. Suddenly, you felt the counter vibrate and saw your phone light up.

“Eleanor you didn’t!” you gasped, when you saw the name attached to the text on your screen.


You could feel the knot in your stomach, as you unlocked your phone to read the text. It read:

Why don’t we meet tomorrow for coffee and talk? Does 10 work for you?

You just sat there speechless, staring at the message.

“Well? What does it say?” she asked with an impatient tone.

You snapped out of your trance, “Oh! Umm..he wants to meet for coffee tomorrow.”

“Perfect! Now you can get the answers you want!” she cheered.


Before you could get out what you wanted to say, Eleanor interrupted you, “You’re going! I’m not going to sit around anymore and watch you hurt. You deserve some answers! Go!”

She was right. Nothing would get better if you didn’t go. You had to do this for you and your heart.

~The next morning~

You sat nervously inside the local coffee near your flat, waiting for Caspar. You looked down at your phone, checking the time what seemed like every 10 seconds. When you looked back up towards the door, you saw a tall blonde out the window.

It felt so weird seeing Caspar walk through the doorway, after what seemed like forever. He met eyes with you, then made his way over to your table. He took a seat across from you, giving you and awkward way and slight smile.

It was quiet for a moment or two until Caspar finally spoke up, “It’s nice to see, been a while. You look good.”

You smiled at him, “Thanks. So do you.”

Moment of silence again

The smile disappeared from your face. You put your hands in your lap, thinking of how to word what you wanted to say. Suddenly it just all started to pour out,“I asked you..I asked you to come here, not because I want you back or anything. I just wanted know, how or why you moved on so quickly? I mean I know we’re broken up and you can do what you want. It’s your life. But to be honest it kind of felt like a slap in the face. We were together for so long…and just like that, two months later I’m replaced.”

Caspar listened intently. He took a sip of his coffee and then set it back down on the table.

You continued as your eyes started to water, “Did you hurt or feel any sadness whatsoever? Because I sure as hell did. I had to accept the fact that, you’re the love of my life, but I’m not yours. Do you know what that feels like?” you cried.

Caspar moved to the chair next to you, putting a caring hand on your shoulder, “Can I tell you something?”

You nodded, wiping away some tears from your cheeks.

“You and I had an amazing six years together. I don’t regret that. I wouldn’t change that for the world. You taught me so much and we have wonderful memories. You were my first love, my first everything. I made the decision I did, as cliche as it sounds because we changed. We didn’t change in a bad way. We just grew up. I would never intentionally hurt you (Y/N). You know that. I’m sorry for breaking your heart. And of course I was sad, but it wouldn’t have been fair to either of us to keep dating. Especially with the way I was feeling. That would have just hurt more. I want nothing more than for both of us to be happy. Most importantly you, because you deserve that. You’re amazing and someone is bound to see that.” he stretched his arms out, asking for a hug and you accepted.

You’d think being in his arms would bring back old feelings, but it didn’t. As least not as much as you thought. Even though some of it was hard to hear, you realized that Caspar genuinely cared about you and your feelings. You felt like you finally got what you needed.


You both sat in the cafe a little bit longer, chatting before parting ways. You agreed to stay friends. You had been in each other’s lives since before you could remember. It would silly to throw all that away.

As you were leaving the coffee shop, you shared one last hug. “Remember make sure whoever finds you, knows how special you are and is worthy of you.” he said softly.

“Thanks Caspar. I will. Take care.” you smiled back, waving goodbye.

You turned around to head back to your flat, while also texting Eleanor how it went with Caspar. You were so busy on your phone, not paying attention, and felt yourself harshly bump into someone. Making you trip and fall on top of them. You lifted yourself a little to see the person’s face. It was a handsome man with dark hair and beautiful blue eyes.

You quickly snapped out it, realizing you were still lying on top of him. You got up and brushed yourself off, “I’m terribly sorry! That was totally my fault!” you stuck out your hand to help him up.

He smiled at you and laughed, “That’s quite alright. Most girls wait til the third date, before they surprise me like that.”

You laughed along nervously, “Well I can assure you it won’t happen again. Are you sure you’re alright?”

“Yeah I’m fine! I think I’ll survive.” he reassured.

You stood quietly for a moment, “I hate to be rude, considering I just ran you down and all, but I’m expecting a friend at my flat.”

“Oh yes of course. You shouldn’t be late.”

“Have a good day and I’m sorry again!”

“Don’t worry about it! I’ll be alright. Have fun with your friend.” You started to walk off when you heard him call out to you. “But just in case I’m not, could I maybe have your number? You know, in case I need medical attention and they can contact you.” wearing a big smile on his face. You blushed, shaking your head while letting out a laugh.

You didn’t know why you did it, but you gave mystery man your number. Who knows? Maybe he could be Mr. Right.