Joe Sugg Imagines

Sick On Caspar's Birthday

Today was Caspar's birthday. You were going to go out tonight with Joe, Oli, Caspar, Will, and Arden. But, you ended up getting sick. You called Caspar to tell him that you couldn't make it.

"Hey Casp," you spoke softly on the phone.

"Hey y/n, what's up?" He asked cheerily into the phone.

"I'm really sorry. I'm feeling really sick and I don't think I can make it tonight," you sighed with a frown.

"That's okay y/n. We can celebrate another time," Caspar suggested.

"That sounds awesome Casp. I'm really sorry. I want to come, but I just don't feel up to it," you groaned a little bit.

"It's totally okay. You rest up and get better and I'll see you soon," Caspar said and the hung up.

You figured that Caspar would tell Joe when he got there, so you decided to take a nap.

At about 7:45 you phone began to ring, waking you from your little nap.

"Babe, where are you? The celebration started 45 minutes ago and you're still not here," Joe said and sounded confused.

"Joe, did Caspar not tell you?" You asked groggily into the phone.

"No," Joe said with a questioning tone in his voice.

"I'm not feeling the greatest and I told Casp that I don't feel up to it and that I don't wanna push myself too far,"  you said.

"I'm coming over," he demanded.

"Don't feel obliged to. You should have a night out with your friends. You don't need to come over. You stay out and have fun," you said and cuddled further under the cover.

"I'm still coming over," he demanded. You could hear him moving to go and tell Caspar.

"I'm sorry buddy, but y/n is sick and I don't wanna leave her alone and sick. We can celebrate another time," you heard Joe say faintly.

"I'm on my way baby. I'll see you in a bit. I love you," Joe said. You heard him rushing out.

"Don't rush. You have time. I love you too. Bye," you said and hung up.

You snuggled back under the blankets and let your eyes droop closed into a nice little nap.

The side of the bed dipped down. Someone leaned down and kissed your forehead and rubbed your arm to wake you up. Your eyes fluttered open and you saw Joe sitting on the side of your bed with a concerned look.

"Joe. You should have stayed with Caspar," you groaned.

"Nope. I'm here because you're sick and I wanna help you feel better," he said and you groaned.

"Stop your moanin and groanin and tell me what's wrong," Joe demanded but in a sweet tone.

"1 I'm all stuffed up, 2 I have a stomach ache, 3 I have a headache," you said and looked up at him.

"Okay. Have you taken anything?" He asked.

"Yeah, but it hasn't done shit," you groaned.

"And that's why I'm here," Joe said and took his shoes off.

"You should go back and celebrate with Caspar," you suggested and sat up.

"No. I told you that I'm gonna stay here and help you get better," he said and put on his comfortable clothes that he kept at your flat.

"Fine. I just feel bad the neither of us are going," you sighed and took out your phone.

"It's okay. We can make it up to Caspar. He understands," Joe said and came out of your bathroom.

"Why are you sitting up?" He asked. You pulled the blankets up with you.

"Because if I lay down, I can't breathe out of my nose," you groaned. Joe got in bed and sat behind you. You sat between his legs. You scooted down a little bit and rested the back of your head on his chest.

Joe took your computer off of the side of your bed and opened it up to Netflix. He began to play the show "Worst Cooks In America" (I finished it a long ass time ago but holy shit it's awesome)

Joe played the next episode that you were both on. He began to run his fingers through your hair.

You loved laying in between Joe's legs. It was warm and very cuddly. You know that he was there. He loved to run his fingers through your hair. He also loved to let you rest your arms on his thighs.

You turned onto your side, still in between Joe's legs. You rested your head on his lower belly. Joe pulled the blankets up to your shoulder and you snuggled into Joe and the blankets.

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This idea was way better in my head this morning. Shit.

So here's an update on my grandpa. Y'all probably don't care, but I need to talk about it. I can't talk to my mom bc she'll cry and my dad doesn't know anything.

So he only had a couple days/ a week or so to live. Luckily, he won't die in pain. What's happening is that his organs are not going to get enough oxygen and soon, there won't be any oxygen in them.

So literally all of my family is coming. My great aunt is coming tomorrow, my aunt on Wednesday, my uncle that I've met 3 times and my cousins that I've met 1 time. All I know is that one of them is really hot. Sadly, he's my cousin. Bc hot damn.

I might try to update again tonight, but it just depends. I won't have as many updates this week as I have had for the past week. Omfg I'm so proud of myself for that 😂 I hope y'all enjoyed this imagine. I'm really sorry if I don't update for a while. 😔

Love,
Emily ❤️