#conor maynard prompt

[viperwhispered]

Little birdie told me you needed writing prompts. Here's one for pre-OB Jamil:

Based on the song Royalty by Conor Maynard, let's have pre-OB Jamil already being in a loving relationship with his beloved. As he's about to start his takeover of Scarabia, he muses of how things will be when he succeeds. Specifically all the ways he finally gets to spoil his dearest. Cue his fantasies expanding to him becoming a ruler like the sultans of old and making his lover his sultana. The banquets, the jewels, the clothes, and maybe even a wedding/coronation.

Bonus: to answer your world building question for Nikki, the general public aren't really aware of how the world really works and act just like in our world (aka everyone else is wrong). All they know is that freaky shit happens and then you call a priest. Cops and officials freely cooperate but don't really ask questions because they aren't paid enough to deal with demons, spirits, curses, etc. They just clear the crowds, point to where the NE need to go, and then dip.

At the moment I've got my wips keeping me busy, but I'll be putting this in my back pocket for the future. 

It makes me wonder, though. Just what do Jamil's dreams for the future look like, beyond general “being free” and “being recognized”? I mean, the overblot gave us a (twisted) version of it, but still.

Though I suppose it is difficult to see more specific goals like that when you feel stuck where you are and just having the option to choose is a bit of a pipedream. 🙃

Anyway.

Listened to the song and yeah I can totally see these vibes applying to Jamil. All the things he wants, not just for himself, but now for his s/o too. Or so that he can prove himself (to everyone and to his partner), that he really is so much more than just the servant.

I mean-

If I had the money, let me tell you how it'd be I'd take over the country, everyone would bow to me Sit up in my palace and baby, you would be my queen We'd run this ship together, just you wait and see We'll be royalty

And this bit too, so Jamil-coded

So would you cover me If I gotta take out any enemies, yeah 'Cause it might get ugly Many things that you don't wanna see or hear

So yeah, this song feels very accurate for Jamil and definitely is giving me thoughts/vibes, though in my head it goes beyond NRC. Like, Jamil thinking of how things could be once he's truly broken free and managed to prove himself, gaining that respect etc. he believes he deserves. How he could (and should) be at the top of the world, if only there weren't the current circumstances holding him back. How he'll be able to spoil his s/o and show off to them once he gets what's his due.

(Watch this sneak into the next part of the current series before I even realize it.)

Already listened to this song a few times over because the vibes are just so impeccable. (I may need to start some sort of an inspiration playlist.)

Also ty for the clarification about the worldbuilding for Nikki!

[nocturna-iv]

Winter Symphony 2022

[December Prompts]

Royalty

Fuck up the Friendship

Love me Less

Kill your Darling

I bet

Don't go yet

Circus

I'd Rather Die

Sweet Talk

Dancing with the Devil

Dry Spell

Lover & a Fighter

War of Hearts

When you say my Name

Not Dead Yet

Ayo Technology

Inside of You

Tantrum

Must be Love

What's love got to do with it

I've got my love to keep me warm

You make it feel like Christmas

Run Rudolph Run

Rockin' around the Christmas tree

What Christmas means to me

Santa Baby

Winter Wonderland

Let it snow!

Wintertime

You're a mean one, Mr. Grinch

Real Mate

⬇⬇⬇⬇ Level up in difficulty: Prompt List with songs ⬇⬇⬇⬇

Royalty by Conor Maynard

Fuck up the Friendship by Leah Kate

Love me Less by MAX

Kill your Darling by Cloudy June

I bet by Shuba

Don't go yet by Camila Cabello

Circus by Britney Spears

I'd Rather Die by TRAMP STAMPS

Sweet Talk by Poe the Passenger

Dancing with the Devil by Kitty Antix

Dry Spell by JORDY

Lover & a Fighter by Devil Doll

War of Hearts by Ruelle

When you say my Name by Chandler Leighton

Not Dead Yet by DEVORA

Ayo Technology by Milow

Inside of You by Hoobastank

Tantrum by Ashnikko

Must be Love by Christina Grimmie

What's love got to do with it by DNCE

I've got my love to keep me warm by Dean Martin

You make it feel like Christmas by Gwen Stefani

Run Rudolph Run by Chuck Berry

Rockin' around the Christmas tree by Brenda Lee

What Christmas means to me by Stevie Wonder

Santa Baby by Kylie Minogue

Winter Wonderland by Michael Bublé

Let it snow! by Frank Sinatra

Wintertime by Norah Jones

You're a mean one, Mr. Grinch by Pentatonix

Real Boy by Lola Blanc

[peanutbuttercreamjelly]

Comfort - Conor Maynard

Based of this prompt from this list:

After sex kisses: Lazy, slow presses. Limbs pressed together, chests heaving. Soft murmurs about what to do for dinner later, fingers trailing down backs, tracing lazy patterns. B rolling onto their back and A trailing their lips down their neck, kissing their shoulder, their chest, anywhere they can think of, memorizing B. 

///

“I love you”, Conor whispered as he brushed a strand of hair from Y/N’s sweaty face. She smiled up at him, enjoying how good his flushed face looked. Her chest was heaving from their previous action, so her reply was rather breathy.

“I love you, too”, she said and pressed her lips lazily on his before he laid down next to her. Y/N immediately cuddled up to him, draping her arm over his tummy as he held her by the waist. She started to trace invisible patterns over his soft skin and giggled lightly as she heard him humming.

He gently pulled at the back of her thigh to place her leg between his. She loved how they laid even closer after that. 

“What do you want for dinner, baby?”, Conor quietly asked after a few minutes of comfortable silence.

“Oh, someone’s hungry”, Y/N giggled against his chest.

“Maybe”, Conor said, although his voice sounded a bit muffled since he had burried his head in Y/N’s hair and inhaled her scent. He started to press soft, slow kisses on her head, before he gently touched her chin to turn her head in his direction.

“I was thinking we could order some take-out?”, Y/N asked as she looked up at him.

“Mmh”, he hummed while placing a kiss at her forehead, “Chinese maybe? Haven’t had that for a while.”

“That sounds nice, Con”, Y/N whispered as he continued to press slow, lingering kisses to her face. They definitely weren't planning on getting up soon. She started to place some kisses on his skin, too. Partly, because she wanted him to feel as comfortable and warm inside as she did, but also because she knew he had to leave for L.A. in a few days time, so she tried to remember every part of him as well as she could. She brushed his collarbone with her lips, stopping briefly at the love bite she had given him before.

“Feels nice”, Conor said contently and started to rub her back up and down. “I could stay like this forever”, he hummed.

It looked like they had to postpone their dinner plans for a little.

[blakeyxholland]

Prompts!

Here are some prompts that you can use when requesting an imagine. However, you are more than welcome to request something else. Please check my fandoms list to see who I write for! Xx

FANDOMS

1.      “Are you kidding me right now?!”

2.      “I’m so in love with you!”

3.      “He’s dead.”

4.      “She’s dead

5.      “If we get caught I’m blaming you.”

6.      “Trust me.”

7.      “I think I forgot how to breathe.”

8.      “Did you just flick me?”

9.      “Is it a bad time to tell you I love you?”

10.   “I don’t trust you!”

11.   “You don’t have to be afraid anymore. I’ve got you, okay?”

12.   “Are we in a movie or something?”

13.   “I know you’ll be the death of me!”

14.   “Leave. NOW!”

15.   “You can’t fix this.”

16.   “Sorry isn’t good enough.”

17.   “Don’t die on me, please.”

18.   “Dance with me.”

19.   “I’m never leaving your side again.”

20.   “Not you again…”

21.   “I thought you loved me.”

22.   “I can’t believe you!”

23.   “I lost everything because of you.”

24.   “I’m going to keep you safe.”

25.   “I can’t lose you too!”

26.   “Of course I remembered!”

27.   “Catch me if you can!”

28.   “There’s only one bed…”

29.   “I can’t feel my legs!”

30.   “I care about you.”

31.   “This isn’t goodbye.”

32.   “Don’t cry.”

33.   “I can’t do this alone.”

34.   “I need you.”

35.   “You’re worth it.”

36.   “Don’t lie to me.”

37.   “Forget it.”

38.   “Stay a bit longer?”

39.   “You’re the one I wanna wake up next to.”

40.   “You make me happy.”

41.   “Make me.”

42.   “I hate how much I love you.”

43.   “Stop pretending you’re okay. I can read you like a book.”

44.   “You miss me?”

45.   “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

46.   “Sometimes I really don’t like you.”

47.   “What did I miss?”

48.   “You’re mine and I don’t share!”

49.   “You’re bleeding on my carpet!”

50.   “I never imagined myself in a wedding dress.”

51.   “And now I know why you never get drunk!”

52.   “Do you ever chill?”

53.   “Have you lost your mind?”

54.   “Can I kiss you one last time?”

55.   “Can I tell you a secret?”

56.   “This is all my fault!”

57.   “I’m not giving up on you. Not now, not ever!”

58.   “After the things I’ve done, I can’t look you in the eye.”

59.   “Did I hurt you?”

60.   “That’s impossible.”

61.   “Well I’m pretty irresistible.”

62.   “Why are you like this?”

63.   “Tragic!”

64.   “I need a place to stay.”

65.   “How is my wife more badass than me?”

66.   “I could punch you right now.”

67.   “RUN!”

68.   “I had a bad dream.”

69.   “I haven’t been okay for a long time.”

70.   “I keep seeing his face.”

71.   “If you asked, I would have stayed!”

72.   “Bet you didn’t see that coming!”

73.   “Oh get over yourself!”

74.   “That’s never going to happen!”

75.   “Damn when did ______ get hot?”

76.   “Were you ever going to tell me?”

77.   “Wait, are you asking me on a date?”

78.   “Without you, I am nothing!”

79.   “Just promise me you won’t forget me!”

80.   “Isn’t it obvious? I love you!”

81.   “Oh, so now you decide to turn up!”

82.   “Is this seat taken?”

83.   “You are not going out in that!”

84.   “I’m going to regret this.”

85.   “I’m just as shocked as you are!”

86.   “You don’t mean that.”

87.   “You’re staring again.”

88.   “That looked like it hurt.”

89.   “You talk too much.”

90.   “You scared the shit out of me!”

91.   “Okay but kiss me first.”

92.   “Is that my hoodie?”

93.   “All I ever wanted was you.”

94.   “You’re cute when you’re sleepy”

95.   “You were meant to watch him/her.”

96.   “You’re insane!”

97.   “Shut up and dance with me.”

98.   “I just need a cuddle.”

99.   “Did you just… agree with me?”

100. “You look…” “Stunning, I know. Can we go?”

[janosxmaynard]

IM SORRY!

Okay....as you may of noticed or maybe haven’t. I have not been active at all recently. I’d like to apologise for just dissappearing and abandoning my blog and prompts. I’ve had some things going on in my life. I’ve had no time what so ever but I guess I feel a little guilty for just leaving without no trace.

But anyway there is a point to this post. I finally have a little spare time and i would really like to get back in to doing some prompts. So if I have any followers left (oops) please hmu with some prompts.

[forever-dancing-in-a-daydream]

Jack Maynard - Flowers

Prompt(s): “Stop being so cute!”

Requested: Yess

Warnings: I don’t think so

A/N: I have a new prompt list check it outttt! Hope you like this!

Word Count: 1171

Heres the prompt list requests are always open

but you can request an imagine without a prompt if you would like xx

Heres where you request x

Masterlist

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It was Saturday morning 11:30, “He’ll be here soon” you thought to yourself.

The elevator stopped on the floor you knew the boy with dirty blonde hair lived on. Someone got off the elevator so you were currently all alone and as usual he didn’t turn up until the doors began to shut.

“Almost missed!” He laughed as he ran onto the elevator. 

“So unlike you” You replied and rolled your eyes.

This was the conversation you had almost every Saturday morning since you moved into this apartment block.

“So plans for today?” You asked as the elevator doors closed, like you hadn’t had this conversation a million times and his plan were the same every Saturday. Eat breakfast, go see friends, work then getting really drunk.

Despite talking to him every week the only thing you knew about him was his Saturday routine. Neither of you had ever actually exchanged names.

“Well I was thinking about doing something different today” He laughed “...Yeah never going to happen.”

“May I ask why every time I see you you’re holding a bunch of flowers?” He asked and gestured towards the gorgeous purple flowers you had just bought.

“It’s my thing, I buy a new bunch of flowers every week.” You answered as the elevator doors opened on the ground floor.

“Well see ya” He said as you both got of the elevator.

“Bye!” You replied.

---

You were stood outside the elevator doors later that day waiting for the it to arrive when you heard a familiar voice behind you.

“Hey flower girl!” You turn around to see the boy from the elevator with a bunch of people who you were guessing where his friends.

“Hey” You laughed.

“Look I actually have friends” He said and gestured to the people stood with him.

“I’m surprised” You teased which made all his friends laugh.

He smiled.

Then suddenly the elevator doors opened. You all managed to fit into one elevator.

“Hey so I’m having a bit of a party at my apartment at about 10:30, come round?” He asked shyly.

“Sure” You replied.

You were trying to play it cool but really you were really excited to be invited to this party, to get to know him more.

“Cor, Jack on the pull” One of his friends said.

As he was leaving you realised you didn’t know which apartment lived in.

“Wait!” You said loudly and he turned around “Which apartment?”

“Number 44″ He replied as the doors closed between you.

--

You looked at the clock on your wall and realised it was 11pm. Crap you were late! You quickly shoved on your converse and ran out the door, you hadn’t really dressed up, you were wearing ripped jeans and a cute top.

When you arrived on Jack floor and began walking down the corridor to his apartment you could hear the music that was being blasted.

“Well at least I won’t go to the wrong apartment” You thought.

You knocked on the door and almost as soon as you knocked the door was swung open by Jack who was holding a can of beer and looked tipsy.

“Flower girl! I thought you weren’t coming, it’s my thing to be late no yours!” He laughed.

“I’m fashionably late” You laughed.

“Anyway come in!” He held the door open for you.

You walked in and looked around. There were tons of people dancing, making out, and drinking a lot. There was a ton of alcohol laid out on the kitchen worktops.

“Wow I thought you said a small party?” You laughed, shocked by the amount of people in his small apartment.

“I have a lot of friends” He winked and you rolled your eyes.

He walked into his living room where most of the people were and you followed.

“Hey guys flower girls here!!!” He announced to the room.

“Y/n, my name is y/n” You corrected.

Not many people seemed to care you were there other than the boys you had seen earlier.

“Hey” A few of them said and nodded at you.

“Y/n?” Jack said.

“Yes and you’re Jack right?” You asked.

“How do-” 

“Your friend said earlier, I’m not a stalker I promise” You laughed.

“Well y/n this is Mikey, Joe, Oli, Josh, Caspar, Byron and my brother Conor” He introduced you.

“Wait you guys know each other but you don’t know each others names?” Joe laughed.

“It’s complicated” Jack replied.

“Lets go get you a drink” He said and dragged you towards the kitchen.

That was the first drink of many more. You had a great time, drank a lot and danced with Jack a lot. Jack had drank a lot less than you and was only tipsy. He had said he was trying to be ‘responsible’.

You were currently sat on the sofa and Jack had one arm around you and was holding his phone with the other.

“Why is she staringgg at me?!” You slurred loud enough so the girl that was death glaring at you could hear.

Jack looked up to see who you meant and she looked away.

“Ohh thats Missy, I used to sorta date her, we weren’t really that offical” He explained

“She is death glaring me” You laughed.

“Hey lets go outside” Jack suggested.

“Outside?” You asked 

“The balcony” He said and got up and dragged you with him.

“Okay thennnn” You replied.

---

You sat down on the floor against the fence thing around the balcony and Jack sat opposite you.

“The suns rising!” He laughed.

“Whattt it hasn’t been that long!” You went to check the time on your phone “Shit where my phone!”

“Here, chill” Jack laughed and pulled our phone out his pocket “ I put my number in it by the way” He winked. Then put your phone back in his pocket.

“Anyway you never told me why you buy flowers every week” He said.

“Ohh yeah. It’s a thing me and my mum used to do. I buy flowers weekly based on what mood I’m in. Flower colours have meaning, they represent different emotions.” You explained.

“Aww stop being so cute! That’s adorable” He chuckled.

“How is that adorable?” You laughed.

“Because it is.” He laughed.

The sunlight hit your eyes, making it difficult for you to see.

“Come sit here” He patted the floor next to him after he saw you squinting to see.

You went over and sat near him.

“Tonights been good” He said.

“Yeah” You replied.

Neither of you said anything for a second. You got lost in his eyes. You saw him glance him at you lips, you leaned in slightly and so did he.

Before you knew it you were kissing. 

He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you closer. His touch leaving your skin tingling. He kissed you soft but passionately. 

You pulled away as the sunlight hit your faces.

“I like you a lot flower girl” He whispered.

“I like you a lot too” You replied.

[hxt1b]

Hate How Much I Love You

Renjun x Reader

Requested Prompts 2; Movie Night 10; "you two should kiss"

Genre: Angst, there is also fluff (happy ending). Personally I don't think its that angsty

WC: 2.3k

Warning: swearing

Song Inspo kinda: Hate How Much I Love You - Conor Maynard.

Masterlist

ficrec masterlist, I will be putting the first one out in January, please tag neocainficrecs if you would like me to read your post to potentially put in my monthly ficrecs.

A/N: I apologize that this took so long, I kind of got carried away with the plot, and then life smacked me in the face full force and I wasn't able to write well. I didn't want to just put something out that I hated so I just waited to put it out once it was somewhere close to where I wanted it. So thank you for guessing my biases and then sending a request, I really hope you like this. I know you requested fluff but I ended up writing some angst too I hope you don't mind.

Renjun watched as you leaned over Jeno, your lips moving against his on Jaemin's dare. For some reason, there was an anger that bubbled in the pit of Renjuns stomach. An inexplainable anger, at least it was unexplainable to him.

He couldn't look away either, his eyes were fixated on the way Jeno's hands curled into your hair, the way your hands were grabbing at his shirt, pulling his body closer to yours.

Mark cleared his throat next to Renjun, his action making you pull away from Jeno.

"It's your turn," Mark said motioning for you to call on the next person for truth or dare.

"Can we just watch a movie now?" Renjun huffed, his eyes turning away from yours.

It was hard having a crush on you, considering you were his best friend, and maybe saying crush was putting it lightly because Renjun was over the moon for you.

Still, he couldn't explain the anger he was currently feeling, like you or not he knew that he had no right over you, but still seeing you kiss Jeno made him want to punch Jeno into next week.

"Oh come on Renjun stop being a downer," Jaemin complained. Renjun glared at him, his mind was already infuriated at him for being the one who gave you the dare and all.

"Come on Y/N, pick someone." Haechan insisted.

Renjun could feel your gaze on the side of his face, but he continued ignoring you. It was painfully obvious to him that he was acting oddly in front of everyone and clearly they were all noticing his shift in mood, especially you.

"I don't really want to play this game. I thought we were here for movie night not playing dumb high school games while drinking." No one replied to Renjun's words. The room fell silent.

Renjun felt embarrassed by the attention.

"You know what never mind, I'm just gonna go to bed."

He got up and headed for his room at the end of the hall. He heard the murmuring start back up as he drifted down the hall.

Not even a minute after closing his room door a soft knock echoed through. He sighed, swirling on his feet and going to pull the door open. You were standing there staring at him.

"Are you okay?" You asked, his eyes skirted away from your face quickly, looking around his room instead.

"Yes."

"Are you mad at me?" You asked.

"No."

You nodded, Renjun left you at the door of his room and walked towards his bed.

"They decided to switch to the movie," You started again slightly awkwardly, "Wanna watch?"

Renjun rolled his eyes and shook his head.

"No, I don't feel like it anymore." He said keeping his back to you as he pulled his covers back. You stepped further into the room, Renjun could feel your presence like pin prickles on his skin.

"Renjun come on," You insisted, "We've wanted to watch this movie for so long."

Renjun had, he had wanted to watch the movie that he'd picked for today so bad, you had too. Both of you had been going on about it all week.

Renjun couldn't help it though, his anger was rising with every minute that you stayed in his room, and he couldn't get the image of you and Jeno out of his mind.

"Just get out," He said quietly. He could tell from the way you quietly sucked in a breath that he'd hurt you.

Still, for some reason you reached out and grabbed his wrist, tugging on him lightly.

You whispered his name quietly, but Renjun pulled his wrist away from your hand.

"Just fuck off. Why don't you just go suck Jeno's face again?" He asked, his harsh words echoing in his head.

You pulled back from him. He didn't turn to face you as you left his room in an angry huff of fastly paced steps.

Renjun simmered in his room that night.

He ignored you for a week making excuses for every group plan that he'd made, and ignore all of your calls and texts. He didn't ignore Jeno, that was too hard considering that he was living with the boy. But he didn't linger around Jeno more than he had to.

His feelings needed a minute. He had to figure out how to maneuver this. You may have been his best friend but you were also good friends with everyone else, and if you were gonna be with Jeno he'd have to figure it out.

However, running away wasn't a fix. He couldn't evade you forever. That became very apparent when he woke up exactly a week later and found you in the kitchen. Jeno was leaning onto the counter next to you his body leaned towards you both spoke in hushed tones.

Suddenly the anger from that day was back. He knew that he was overreacting. He knew that last week and he knew that today. He thought of just turning around and walking back to his room. But when you softly laughed at whatever Jeno was saying Renjun couldn't just leave.

He cleared his throat as he came up behind the other two, gaining the attention of Jeno and you both. Your smile faltered as you looked at him. Renjuns head swam as he held your eyes for a second before stepping in between the two of you and pulling a bowl out from the cabinet.

"Morning Renjun," Jeno said, the same way he always did in the morning.

"Morning," Renjun mumbled back, his eyes skimmed past yours again as he turned away from the two of you and went to the fridge to grab the milk for his cereal.

"Are you gonna watch the movie with us for movie night today?" Jeno asked. Renjun turned his head towards his friend, your back was to him as you continued to cut the apple. You arm skimming Jeno's as you did.

"No, I'm busy." He answered not giving much information beyond that. He didn't feel the need to. He knew that Jeno would accept the answer.

"With what?" You finally spoke, your tone irritated as you turned your head towards Renjun.

"Stuff." He replied and pushed his bowl away from him. He walked out of the kitchen leaving the milk on the counter and made his way towards his room.

He could hear you following him. He'd known already, that he couldn't run forever.

You caught up him in his room, your hand pulling his shoulder making him spin around to face you.

"What the fuck is your problem?" You asked your anger bubbling out at him.

"You. You're my fucking problem."Renjun answered finally exploding. You took a step back your face twisting as you glared at him.

"The fuck did I even do?" You asked him

Renjun glanced at the open door. He didn't want to have this conversation with Jeno hearing everything. In fact, he didn't want to have this conversation period.

He sighed loudly, his eyes fixating on the open door. He shook his head.

"Nevermind just let it go." He said,

"No, fuck that! Tell me why you're ignoring me?" You yelled. Renjun stared at your angry face for a second his teeth biting the inside of his cheek trying to hold in his outburst. But he failed.

"Because I fucking like you! But you're too busy giving in to every 'you should kiss him' dare Jaemin gives you about Jeno to notice me. So for fucks sakes leave me alone." His voice was loud, and his words were harsh. You faltered in front of him. Your face gave in to the confusion you felt inside.

Renjun sighed and shook his head again.

"J-just leave me alone okay." He quietly said, ending the conversation.

You didn't leave though, Renjun could feel your stare on his face.

"You like me" You softly repeated. You said it as a statement like you were trying to process it.

"You treated me like shit because you like me?" You all of a sudden burst out catching Renjun off guard.

"I was giving myself time." He replied. "You like Jeno anyway."

"I do not like Jeno you fucking prick. He and I are friends, friends that Jaemin thinks are perfect together and so he tries all the fucking time. You think I'm supposed to read your mind and know you like me?" Renjun could tell you were getting more and more pissed with every word. "You fucking asshole. You ignored me for an entire week, do you even understand how shitty I felt? I didn't even know what I did to deserve that. Fuck you Renjun."

Renjun was frozen in his room for a second before he followed you out into the living. You were gone before he could catch you, Jeno was in the living room though. His eyes looked at Renjun with amused concern. He opened his mouth to say something but Renjun cut him off.

"Not right now Jeno."

——

Renjun was now receiving the silent treatment, the first day he left you alone, he needed to figure out what had happened himself. The next day he messaged you, which progressed to calls. All of which were left unanswered.

Finally, Renjun forced himself to make his way to your apartment. That's where he currently stood, his hand hovering over your buzzer as he thought about what he wanted to say to you if he got the chance. Putting his body on autopilot he pressed the buzzer, your question tone came asking who it was. When Renjun said his name he was met with silence. Until the louder buzzer went off letting him know he was allowed in. Quickly he grabbed the door handle and made his way up to your door. Where he once again hesitated to knock.

You whipped the door open before he managed to knock. Your eyes narrowed at his figure, glaring at him until he felt like shrinking back into himself.

You let him in though, and he jumped on his opportunity to start talking.

"I'm sorry." He blurts out, his eyes scanning your face which was blank before he took a large breath to start his monologue.

You cut him off, "If you had the balls to tell me you like me sooner you would have known that I liked you back."

Every word of his monologue flew out of his brain as he stared at your mouth slightly open.

"If you would just use your brain and maybe let it out a little bit, open your fucking mouth and say something. We would have been somewhere else entirely in life." You continued.

Renjun bit the inside of his cheek, as you continued to stare at him in annoyance.

"I really didn't fucking think you liked me Jun. You friend zone so hard." You muttered softly finally turning your face away from his.

"Liked?" Was all Renjun was able to conjure up, "Liked in the past tense?" Your eyes flashed up to his in a second, wide with shock.

"That's all you gathered from what I said?"

"No, no. I'm here to apologize because I am an idiot, so I agree with you. But I just need to know if…" He trailed off, his face heating. He was not good at this.

"Not past tense," You mumbled back, clearly no better than him.

"I see," Renjun said. You simply nodded.

The rational part of Renjun must have run out of the building because he didn't know what came over him when he took long strides to you and gathered you into his arms.

"Not past tense." He muttered under his breath, slightly laughing at your shocked expression as he lowered his mouth to yours and kissed you.

Your arms wrapped around his shoulders, hands weaving into his hair as his lips moved against yours slowly. The moment wasn't the one Renjun always thought of when he imagined you telling him you liked him back.

But it was the moment he got and it was perfect.

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"Renjun!" You yelled, your voice echoing through his apartment. Renjun was lucky that he was the only one home.

Pulling himself out of his bed he ran his hand through his hair trying to calm the bed head that he had going on.

"You're still sleeping?" You asked him, annoyed as you ripped his bedroom door open.

"Yeah, my alarm didn't go off I guess."

"Babe our flight is at three, it's already one-thirty. We're late." Renjun offered you an apologetic smile as he shrunk a step back from you.

You sighed, Renjun could tell from the way you pursed your lips that you were willing yourself to calm down.

"Okay, it's okay. You're lucky I love you. Now get into the bathroom."

Renjun halted in his untaken steps. His eyes watched you as you moved to his closet pulling out clothes for him.

"Are you packed?" You asked.

He didn't reply. How could he? You'd just told him you loved him. Sure he's heard it when you were friends, but you weren't just friends anymore.

"Did you say you love me?" He asked softly. His heart rate picked up as you slowly turned to face him.

Your eyes also widened for a second as you thought back on your words.

"I guess I did." You replied.

"Did you mean it?" He asked, "In like a not friend way? Because if you just meant it the other way let's forget that this happened." He clamoured.

You took a second to reply, Renjun cringed inwardly for having opened his mouth.

"No, I mean it. I love you Jun."

Renjun let the feeling spread over his body, as his lips broke out into a huge smile. His pounding in his chest as you made your way over to him.

"I love you too."

"Well, then lover boy. Get a move on, because if we miss our flight I'll hate you." You joked pushing him to the bathroom.

Renjun laughed as you pulled the door closed behind him.

You loved him. His cheeks flushed as he thought of the words coming from you on repeat in his head as he showered quickly.

Ending A/N: Please take a minute or two to give feedback here if you could. I would appreciate it very much.

-neocain

[generousthots]

Grandma (Y/N)

A/N: hello buggies! I wrote this last night. I may post a bit more before I go to work... if you want to see more, please let me know!

I sat in my hospital room, looking at the splint on my wrist. "Unbelievable..." I mutter. My gaze turns to the window- it's snowing out- an absolutely beautiful sight. If only I could go out and enjoy the weather. "Ms. (Y/L/N)? Someone is here to see you." The nurse steps aside to let my visitor inside my room. A pleasant sight to see, though my excitement is peaked through the pain medications running through my IV. "Joe! My love! My light! My reason to live!" I ramble. Joe makes his way to my bed, and sternly looks at me. "I'm away for a week, and you sprain your wrist? What did you do?!" He asks. "I'm a wreck without you~" I sing cheerfully. "Clearly." Joe gives an exasperated sigh. "But how did this happen?" “Well... I was trying to knit everyone new scarves for Christmas… So, that’s how I sprained my wrist.” I tilt my head to the side, and smile sweetly. "... what are you, an eighty year old woman?" Joe chuckles. He sits on my bed. "Uh..." I hum. "Be nice to me, I'm in pain." I pout. "Knitting too intensely?" Joe laughs. "God, I'm in love with you."

The prompt was, "I was trying to knit everyone new Christmas sweaters... and that's how I sprained my wrist"

[buttercreamblog]

Sunday Mornings - Joe Sugg imagine

Requested: yes: 

“Can you do a joe imagine where you and joe are cuddling on the couch watching a film and it hits joe how much he loves you”

Fandom: Buttercream/Joe Sugg

Smut: No

Warnings: None

A/N: Thank you to the beautiful anon that sent it in, I loved writing it, sorry it’s so short!!

It was a lazy Sunday morning. The air was cold and brisk in London that day, but inside their small apartment, cuddled up next to each other on the couch Joe and y/n could feel nothing but warmth. An old movie played on the television screen while they drank hot cocoa, little marshmallows floating to the top of the drink. 

Joe stared around the room, zoning out from the world. The scene was picturesque; Y/N’s eyes sparkled with optimism and joy, the blanket wrapped around the two that created their shield from the bitter air outside, the hot cocoa they drank, and their feet intertwined to keep each other warm. Joe realised how lucky he was to be lying there doing absolutely nothing with his favourite person in the universe. And he stared at her, he didn’t know how long he was staring but he couldn’t help it. Y/n was the most beautiful girl he had ever come across both inside and out. And he loved her.

A mellifluous hum of laughter arose from y/n’s mouth, that brought Joe back into reality. 

“What are you staring at? Y/n cocked her head looking into the boys eyes

“You.” he breathed, still mesmerised with her

“Do I have something in my teeth?” Y/n went to cover her mouth. Suddenly feeling self conscious because of her boyfriend

“No. I just had an epiphany. I love you y/n, and I’ve never loved anyone before you.” his words made butterflies flutter in her chest.

“I love you too Joe.” She smiled.

[music-my-angel]

Always fussing over you

Prompt - Hi :) I love your stories!!! I was wondering if you could do a Jack Maynard Sick fic. Seeing as he’s recently been on tour. Could you do one where he becomes really ill and can’t do one of his shows but gets upset as he doesn’t want to let his fans down?? X

Prompt - Hey could you do a Conor or jack sickfic? Thx :) Love ur stories too

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It is one of the things Jack was looking forward that entire month. There was actually going to be a show that reunited a number of youtubers. There were very rare occasions where Jack gets to share a stage with his older brother but this was going to be one of those very rare moments. He saw Conor perform a lot. He’s been part of the crowd who watched his big brother perform but this time, he was going to share the stage with him. Nothing could stop the boy’s excitement except a sudden onslaught of a flu right before the big day.

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Jack had been a tad bit over excited as he stayed up late watching his brother go through sound checks and all, and it’s probably how he caught the flu as he sat without a coat in a freezing cold. Conor had been absolutely miffed when he saw the boy shaking slightly in the cold but Jack had brushed off any concerns from Conor, not wanting the boy to fuss over him in front of his friends.

But a day later, as he woke up with a strong ache in his bones, Jack wanted nothing than his brother fussing over him. And usually, Conor would be right there fussing over Jack but this time, Conor had simply frowned when he saw the boy walk down for breakfast looking not even close to what he could term as fine.

Jack looked a bit hurt at Conor’s lack of conversation that morning but he took comfort in the fact that he’d get to perform if Conor didn’t notice that he was sick.

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Except that Conor noticed everything. He was painfully aware of Jack probably falling sick but the boy had made it clear that he didn’t want to be fussed over so Conor waited until Jack himself would tell him that he was sick.

“Dude, your brother isn’t fine” Alfie whispered to him.

“Must have caught a cold” Conor mumbled, “But he doesn’t want me to be a mother-hen!”

“He looks so close to passing out” Alfie pointed out and Conor could only sigh as he watch the boy move around gingerly.

“He’ll have to admit that he is sick eventually” Conor sighed.

“They never really admit it, do they?” Zoe added, with a shake of her head as she smiled at her own little brother.

Conor followed Zoe’s line of sight and smiled at Joe before frowning as he realized that sooner or later, he’d have to step up in Jack’s case.

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Soon came a little too quick for both Jack and Conor.

“You can’t perform like this” Conor pointed out.

“I can” Jack whispered, sounding a lot more congested than before.

“Jack, your throat is probably killing you. You sound stuffy…” Conor muttered and sighed as he touched Jack’s forehead, “You’re running a fever kiddo.”

“I can’t not perform” Jack mumbled and Conor was ready to scold the boy except that when he looked up, he found Jack in tears.

“What’s going on kiddo?” Conor asked, squeezing Jack’s shoulder.

“Can’t let the fans down… They’ve travelled so far to see us… Can’t let you down! Been waiting to perform with you” Jack sniffled.

“Oh kiddo” Conor sighed, pulling the boy in a hug, as he squeezed the back of the boy’s neck fondly. “I’ll make a deal…” Conor whispered, smiling as how quickly Jack became interested.

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Conor had been on the stage performing while Jack was wrapped in a blanket, backstage, lightly dozing. Alfie and Joe were tasked on keeping an eye on him while Zoe and Louise dropped by from time to time. He enjoyed his brother’s performance and even got to say a quick hello to the crowd during his brother’s stage time but that was it. Right after Conor’s performance, Jack was bundled up in the car on his way home. He’d have to wait for another time to perform with his brother but right now, he’d content himself with the fact that he never had to wait for his brother to fuss over him.

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A/N

Hope you all like it.

[conormaynardunlimited]

Imagine Prompt

In which you're in a car accident and Conor is your emergency contact but the both of you don't even know each other. Currently working on this xx

[mechaspirit]

Way Back Home

Author’s note: Alright, for @lovelikeyoursfest​ prompt of “The Day to Day Bliss” ( I apologize for a day late submission notice. Took me a long time to make this. 😅), I was listening to the song called “Way Back Home” by SHAUN which is the same title as the fic. And it got me to write this. And I recommended listening to the song when reading this. Links are below right here.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DfjdC977Vu0&list=RDDfjdC977Vu0&start_radio=1

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1kehqCLudyg

There’s two version, one ft. Conor Maynard. I think the original Korean version is more relatable to the fic, but I like both so I recommended both. Either way, I hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: Arcana belongs to Nix Hydra.

Every time Asra leaves the shop, he would always see that lonely expression on her face but then saw her smiling brightly whenever he came back. Guilt creeps up to him. It’s not that he was trying to avoid her. Of course, that was never the case. He was only trying to protect her. Or so he kept telling himself that. He doesn’t want to risk hurting her by getting emotionally close to her and returning her memories. Yet, it still hurts to leave her all over again.

After receiving the word from Muriel that she’s asleep and thanking the former for looking after her, Asra went inside the shop quietly and saw Iris laying on the couch, with several books either opened or closed in front of her. Faust was curled up beside her comfortably until she saw the white hair magician.

“Asra home!” Faust telepathically cheered as she slithered towards him.

“I’m definitely home, Faust,” Asra replied with a smile.

“Friend asleep!”

“I know. Thanks, Faust. I’ll take it from here.”

After rewarding Faust with chin scritches, the white hair magician gathered all the books to its respective place on the shelves. He thought he made a noise at some point because all of a sudden, he heard the white hair woman stirred from her sleep.

“Master? You’re home,” she mumbled sleepily.

“Hey, Iris. I am,” he replied gently, though he winced a bit when he heard Iris called him ‘master’, “C’mon. We should get you to bed. It’s more comfortable there.”

Iris mumbled something that not even Asra could comprehend and then tiredly have her arms out, as if she wanted him to hold her. The white hair magician hesitated for a second before giving it a chance to gather Iris in his arms and carry her to bed. He could’ve sworn his heart skipped a bit when she wrapped her arms around him and nuzzles his neck.

He managed to tuck her in, only to hear her whisper before falling back asleep, “...I miss you.”

Then, he felt his heart pang and replied softly and sadly, “...I miss you, too.”

XXXX

Ironically, Asra has always been away when Iris needed him the most. Yet, he knows that she could take care of herself. And that was proven when she was tasked to investigate Lucio’s murder at the palace. Still, he just can’t help but worry.

Maybe her visit to the gateway between worlds triggered that feeling. Just seeing her beside him, being able to touch her, and to hold her fills him with joy. And that kiss they shared...it definitely brought back the times when they used to be together. Yet, it was almost as if she was the one who always completes him as a whole. Heart-to-heart.

And that certain feeling definitely got him to head back to Vesuvia and entered the palace just to see that certain blue-eyes magician in person again. Let’s just say that seeing that reaction that took her breath away from seeing him in person again was worth it.

“I can’t believe...you’re here,” she managed to whisper right after he hugged her.

“I am.”

XXXX

A year passed after that near life-or-death experience from The Devil. And everything in Vesuvia went back to normal again. Though, no one...not even the two magicians...would like to go through that event ever again.

They just got back from one of their travels and opened up the shop. However, business ended up being slow today so the couple decided to close the shop early and spend the rest of the day being lazy. And that ended up with Asra laying down on Iris’s lap while the latter was playing with his fluffy hair. (And Faust is curled up on her tiny hammock Asra made for her).

Asra had one of his violet eyes open and smiled at the woman he loves, which made her raise her eyebrow in curiosity.

“What? Is there something on my face?” she asked.

“No, of course not, love,” he laughed, “It’s just that thinking back...every time I look at you, every moment I spent with you, no matter where I go...I always go back to you.”

That got Iris to giggled, “Well, I’m your lighthouse, am I? What are you getting at, Asra?”

The white haired magician gently cupped her on the side of her cheek and sighed in content, “Whenever I’m with you, I feel like I’m home.”

The woman responded by smiling and taking his hand to her lips, kissing those gentle, calloused fingers one by one. “Then, I’m glad you’re home.”

She leans down and their lips met, taking in the feeling that only one word describes what they always feel with each other.

Home.

[trashinaglass-archive]

Jokes on You

Y/n helps Josh and Conor prank Tom

A/n: I love Josh Pieters and Conor Maynard and all their YouTube friends and have been watching them for years and I honestly freaked out when I saw they did that video last year pranking Tom.

     “So today I’m interviewing Tom Holland, and I’m going to bring in two people he actually knows, a friend and his girlfriend, to help prank him. Conor and y/n,” Josh began to introduce the video.

     “I’m the girlfriend,” Conor said quickly making you and Josh laugh.

     “So I’m going to be wearing this earpiece and these two will be telling me what to say- I just need to come up with a cover for why I’m wearing an AirPod,” Josh said looking between you and Conor for what he can say.

     “No just wear this,” you say as you pull out a pink bandana and slide it on his head. “Perfect.”

. . .

     “Hi, Tom. How are you?” Josh said as he sat down across from Tom.

     “Good, mate. How are you?” Tom said politely.

     “Ask him why he’s pretending to be British for the interview,” you told Josh.

    “Why are you pretending to be British for the interview?” Josh asked.

    “Why am I what, sorry?” Tom asked.

     “Why are pretending to be British?”

     “Well, because I am. I’m from England.”

    “But I saw the trailer for the movie and in it, you were America....” he continued, acting confused.

    “That’s because it’s an accent I put on,” Tom tried to explain.

     The “interview” carried on with you and Conor feeding Josh funny things to say to Tom, laughing at his reactions. You decided you should make it a little more personal.

     “Tell him you know Harrison- his mate, Harrison,” you prompted Josh. “And that he likes you more than him.”

     “I actually know Harrison,” Josh started to say.

     “My mate, Harrison?” Tom asked with a smile appearing on his face.

     “Yeah, he says he likes me more than you.”

     “I’m sure, I’ve become a huge dick.”

     “Talk about y/n,” Conor told Josh.

     “You have a girlfriend, right? Y/n?” Josh said, purposely messing up your name.

     “It’s y/n, but yes I am,” Tom emphasized how to properly pronounce your name.

     “Why her? What do you like about her?” Josh asked.

     “Because she’s amazing and the kindest girl you’d ever meet.”

     “Start bashing me- go off about how ugly I am and annoying and stuff,” you told him. You could see in his eyes as you said that, he didn’t want to say it.

    “She’s not all that nice to look at, though. Her smile is really weird. And I saw a video of her one time- she was SO bloody annoying,” Josh said acting like he really couldn’t stand you. You noticed Tom’s jaw clinch as he tried his best to stay calm and act professional.

      “I’d really appreciate if you stopped talking,” Tom said lowly.

     “Alright, he’s getting upset let’s go,” you said quickly. You and Conor both stood up walking toward the room they were in- you behind Conor.

     “Tom, I’m sorry, I haven’t been talking to you normally,” Josh started to say as Conor opened the door.

     “Oh, you dickhead!” Tom yelled as he realized what was going on. He stood up and gave Conor a hug before he saw you.

     “What is this about?” He asked you. He had pulled you in for a hug as well, but kept an arm around your shoulder as you explained the situation to him.

     “She told me to talk bad about her- I felt so bad,” Josh told Tom.

     “Mate, when you said that- one, why are you talking about my girlfriend and two why would you say such mean things about her?” Tom started to say. “I really was trying not to go off on you, bloody hell.”

     “Yeah, she’s great. Nothing I said was true, I actually love her,” Josh tried to explain more.

     “Alright, mate. Calm down,” Tom said making everyone laugh.

     “No, please continue with the compliments,” you said dramatically.

     Tom sat back down in his seat, and Josh concluded the video.

     “Go see Avengers: Infinity War in theaters. It looks so good,” Josh said as he turned to Tom.

     “Thanks for coming to your senses,” Tom said dramatically with a laugh.

     Josh and everyone started to wrap up and disperse in the room, you moving next to Tom.

     “How many more of these do you have to do?” You asked him as he pulled you to sit on his lap. You were facing away from him, and he wrapped his arms around you- you smiled and cuddled into him.

     “Oh, you two are disgusting,” Conor started to say. “Alright, my turn,” he said with a higher voice, holding his arms out. You both laughed at him, and Tom kissed your cheek before letting you go.

     “I get done at seven. You want to get dinner after that?” He asked you.

     “Yeah, that would be great.”

     “Can we come too?” Josh and Conor asked looking excited. You laughed as Tom looked to you, asking if you were okay with it. You nodded your head.

     “Yeah, that’s fine,” he said before pointing at Josh. “But you aren’t allowed to sit next to y/n.”

     Josh put his hands up in surrender, and someone came in telling y’all time was up and to get out.

     “I’ll see you later,” you say to Tom as you turn to leave, him giving your butt a quick smack in the process. You turned and gave him the mom look, telling him to keep his hands to himself.

      “Love you!” He yelled out as you exited the door. You turned back to look in the door before pointing at him, saying you too.

Y’all I love butts, and I love when people touch my butt, so excuse all the all the butt taps throughout my writing. Not that I think anyone would dislike it, but 🤷🏻‍♀️

[peanutbuttercreamjelly]

Red Wine: The Shirt - Conor Maynard

Word Count: 2110

Warnings: None

So, there it is! My first fic with an original character. Her name is Vee, and I think I’m going to post a bit of her backstory later on, or I might include it in the next parts, because yes, this is a series everybody! Something that I actually haven’t done before either, so many many firsts here today..

PLEASE let me know if you enjoyed it, message me what you liked and what you did not like, give me feedback, like, reblog... you know. Because feedback is basically the only way to grow and hence it is alway appreciated.

Also excuse any typos and grammatical mishaps for English is not my first language. Enjoy!

Movie nights were nothing uncommon for Conor and Vee. They usually had multiple of those in a month, always paired with ordering take-out and having a few glasses of wine. Mostly, they’d meet up at either his or her apartment, but when they were travelling, like now, it had to be one of their holiday homes. Since Vee was visiting Conor in New York to watch him perform in “Kinky Boots”, they were sprawled out on the sofa of his apartment, watching “Sleepless in Seattle”. It was Vee’s choice that night, and since she liked rom coms, she chose the classic one. Conor didn’t object, for he liked watching this kind of movies more than he would ever admit, and for he knew that Vee would watch an action movie without complaining as well. Their Chinese take-out was long eaten, and they were already on their second glass of wine, when the credits of the movie stated rolling. It was getting quite late, and both Vee and Conor enjoyed the music of the credits in quite the sleepy silence.

“God, I’m tired”, Vee said and stretched out her stiff limbs, for she hadn’t been moving in a long time. “I should leave”, she said as she glanced on the clock. It was half past midnight, but she still had to deal with the jetlag. She had spent two day in New York already, one was solely for shopping and sight-seeing, and the other day was spent at the theatre with Conor, watching him get ready and perform. He even made her try his boots, something that made both a hilarious instagram picture and an even better vlog.

“Or maybe you could stay”, Conor said so quietly that Vee first thought she had misheard him. “You could crash here, there’s plenty of room”, he said, erasing her doubts.

“My PJ is in my hotel room, though.” Vee slowly untangled herself from the fluffy blanket that Conor had given her.

“I can give you a sweater of mine or a shirt if you’d like”, Conor said. He hadn’t seen her in ages, and he wasn’t going to let any time with her go to waste. Her presence calmed him, made him feel like everything was going to be okay, and that was something that he hadn’t felt in quite the time, so he really didn’t want to let her go.

Vee thought about that for a moment. Sleepovers had never been part of the ‘deal’. She had never thought about that, for she and Conor lived so close back home in London, that they would always go and crash at their own places. But taking a cab and driving back to the hotel...

“Okay”, she said.

“Great”, Conor happily exclaimed. It was as if new energy had overtaken him, for he quickly got up and went to his bedroom to get her some clothes. He gave her a t-shirt of his and offered her some shorts, but Vee held them in front of her, quickly noticing that they were too big to fit her frame. So, she decided to stay in her leggings, but still went to the bathroom to put on his shirt. She washed her face too and used one of the toothbrushes that the company who had furnished the apartment had put in the bathroom. When she was done, she went back out and found Conor in the kitchen.

Was it the wine that they had, or did hanging out with Conor suddenly feel different? As she saw him standing there on the counter, washing some raspberries, Vee felt the sudden urge to wrap her arms around him. She mentally scolded herself for thinking something like that of him. He was her friend after all. And, worse, her best friend’s brother. She took a deep breath, trying to brush it off, before she stepped up to him.

“What are you up to?”, she said, stealing a berry from Conor.

“Midnight snack”, he said and turned around. “Well, post-midnight snack.” He laughed a bit, before he looked at her. Seeing her in his shirt did startle him a bit. It wasn’t cut low on her, it wasn’t showing any cleavage at all to be honest, but still… it was his shirt, and she wore it. And she looked incredibly beautiful in it. He had to force himself to look away, focusing on the berries instead, because he just couldn’t be thinking about her like that. She was his brother’s best friend, part of the Buttercream Gang, and he really, really shouldn’t think about her like that. Or think about her without his shirt.

“So”, Vee said, “if I’m staying over, we might as well start another movie, right?”

She popped another berry into her mouth, waiting for Conor to reply.

“Sure”, he said, not having plans for the next day. “You go ahead and pick one then.”

Vee went back into the living room, scrolling through Netflix recommendations. She noticed how the shirt smelled faintly like Conor’s cologne. She inhaled deeper, looking in the direction of the kitchen to not get caught. What was she even doing? Usually, Conor’s presence was comforting, calming her and making her feel secure. Right now, she felt as giddy as ever, almost like a teenager who had their first crush. She sighed, before she finally decided to watch “The Holiday”. She just loved movies with Cameron Diaz.

Conor came back from the kitchen with a little tray, a bowl with the raspberries and two cups of tea on it. He placed it on the table before he sat down next to Vee. She looked so cute in his shirt that he wanted to wrap her up in his arms. He once again wondered where these kinds of thoughts came from and sat down on the couch with plenty of space between them.

Vee started the movie before Conor handed her a cup of tea, and they didn’t speak for about a quarter of an hour, both pretending to watch the movie. Unlike earlier, the silence felt tense and heavy. Neither Vee nor Conor could exactly tell what it was that had made things feel so awkward, but Vee started to fiddle with her fingers, something that Conor recognized as a sign for her starting to get anxious.

“Are you okay?”, he asked her and reached over to take her hands in his. Unlike the many times that he had done that before, breaking her habit to stop her from spiralling into anxiety, their hands touching made him experience a bubbly feeling inside of his chest. Vee looked at him as if he had given her an electric shock, almost pulling her hands free from his. But then she decided against it, for she laced their fingers together and pulled them onto her lap. She wondered how she had never noticed that his touch felt so good, so comforting. The giddiness that she had experienced earlier dissolved, a certain calmness taking its place instead. Feeling calm around him was something that she was used to, so it didn’t scare her as much. Vee released a breath that she didn’t even know she was holding and nodded.

“Yes, I am.” She looked over to Conor, who looked at her with a shy smile, before he scooted a bit closer.  He felt a lot calmer now, too. He quickly reached for the bowl of raspberries, silently holding it out for Vee before he placed the bowl on his lap as well. Their hands were still intertwined, while they happily munched the raspberries. When the bowl was empty, Vee let out a tiny yawn that Conor found beyond adorable, before she slowly placed her head on his shoulder. She wasn’t really thinking about it, it came naturally to her, and she was really glad that Conor leaned his head gently against hers. It made her feel safe and happy and warm. She didn’t think she could get comfier, until Conor let go of her hand (a little reluctantly) before he placed his arm around her shoulder and pulled her into him.

Conor’s heart felt so full and warm and he smiled when Vee snuggled up to him, wrapping an arm around him as well. He wrapped his blanket around her as well so she wouldn’t get cold, before he subtly inhaled the scent of her hair. It smelled wonderful, a perfect mixture of shampoo and her.

“You’re warm”, Vee said contently before she looked up to him. She saw him smiling down at her, probably the most genuine smile that she had ever seen on him, and she suddenly felt all giddy and bubbly again. She blushed.

“You’re adorable”, Conor said and gently cupped her warm cheek with his free hand. They really shouldn’t be doing this, should they? But why did it feel so right, then?

Vee took a deep breath before she slowly leaned up to him, first looking into his blue eyes, then looking at his pink lips. She couldn’t wait to find out if they were feeling as soft as they looked. Conor seemed to get the hint, for he leant down to her as well. Her eyes fluttered closed when she could feel their breathing mingling, the anticipation of what was going to happen reaching its peak. When she kissed someone, the moment of hesitation often felt better to her than the actual kiss. It wasn’t like that with Conor, though. When she could finally feel his lips on hers, soft and plump in the best way possible, she thought that her heart would burst with happiness. They moved their lips slowly against each other, the kiss full of hesitation, before they carefully pulled apart.

Vee grinned as she looked up at Conor, glad to see him return her bright smile. She gently touched his flushed cheek, feeling proud that she had such an effect on him, before she leaned her forehead against his. It was silent for a minute, but this time, it was the comfortable type of silence again. She loved every moment of it.

“Do you think we shouldn’t have done that?”, Conor then asked, making Vee pull her head back a bit. She looked at him quizzically.

“Do you regret it?”, she asked, silently bracing herself for him to say yes.

However, he smiled at her and touched her cheek again. “No”, he said and shook his head, “I don’t.”

“Good”, Vee sighed in relief and returned his smile, “you had me worried for a minute there.” She giggled, before she put her lips on his again. He returned the kiss immediately, kissing her with a bit more passion than the first time. His hands carefully wandered down to her waist, helping her climb onto his lap. She cupped his face with her small hand, her other hand found its way into his hair. She smiled as she could feel his breathing hitch, making it easy for him to slip his tongue inside her mouth. Vee enjoyed how careful he was, yet still passionate. When they pulled apart again, they both had to catch their breaths.

“You taste like raspberries”, Conor said and pecked her lips once again, making her giggle before she laid her head down in the crook of his neck.

“Funny, isn’t it?”, Vee said.

“What?”, Conor asked as he began to gently stroke her back.

“If you would have asked me yesterday if I would ever wanted to kiss you, then I would have said no.”

“True”, Conor said, “me neither. I’m glad that changed, though.”

“Yeah, me too.”

The movie was long forgotten, as well as their tea on the table. They were so caught up in the other, that they stayed like that for a long time, cuddling and warming each other inside and out, until they both were so tired that they headed to his bedroom.

“Are you okay with sharing?”, Conor asked. He didn’t want to rush Vee into anything that she didn’t want, even if it was only sleeping in the same bed as him.

“Yes”, she said and pecked his lips once again before climbing under the warm duvet. She loved how he wanted to make her feel comfortable every step of the way and she really appreciated that, for she didn’t only have good experiences in her past. When Conor had climbed into the bed as well, Vee didn’t hesitate to snuggle up to him.

Conor pressed a kiss onto her hair. “I really could get used to that”, he said, happy to have her in his arms again. Vee hummed contently.

“Good night”, she whispered.

“Good night.”

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[koreandragon]

k, but let's forget ab Enrique for a sec, everyone on this planet knows both him and his dad, he's been making music since the 90's, he had some pretty memorable hits that literally all generations know, from kids to elders. the stations also play newer names who only became popular in the (second half) of the 10's and aren't THAT famous (= iconic). they play cnco a lot (and no, not the collab with Little Mix) and so like, why not BTS then?

people don't understand cnco either. they prob don't know cnco either (in my country). i know it looks like i'm salty and hating, but i'm not. they have fun, catchy bops and i listen to them fairly often, and latin pop and reggaetón in general, so like, this isn't me being an anti lowkey. the point isn't why are you playing xx, the point is: with the "excuses" they're telling people, they wouldn't have to play *insert name here* either, but they still do (again, that's awesome. don't stop).

cnco is also a boyband, also sings in a foreign language, both groups have catchy songs, you can't tell me they're THAT more popular than BTS (worldwide and in specific countries)... so then... what makes BTS different? or idk, Blackpink? or someone else? they made so many headlines and they still aren't like "okay, let's check out these people that were on the news, let's play one song". Also, HERE THEY HAVEN'T EVEN PLAYED Boy With Luv. Anywhere. On any station.

I mean, me wanting to hear their english songs is purely, "it'd be interesting to hear" (For me it's interesting to hear their Japanese versions, too and I don't speak Japanese, so of course I'd love to hear english versions as well. Or any other language.) and "oh, I can understand them". which would also be solved if I learned Korean or they sang in any of the other languages I speak, not just english (BTS if you wanna make a song in italian, that's fine, too, lmaoo).

ok maybe bad example with enrique lol

yeah, our point is that not “why are you playing this when you could be playing this” because i’m not saying that spanish songs are bad or whatever else, it was an example because literally all radios play are english and latin songs or the specific country’s language the radio station is in. at this point i think you could mention some kpop bands on the same level as A-list western artists so there’s no excuse to not play them. 

for example, we listen to the radio at my work and the radio station prides itself on playing “hot and trendy music” and “today’s hot singles” and i’m like “that is literally not true, if you knew anything about what’s hot today, you wouldn’t be playing Senorita and Say so every couple of hours and would at least play a couple of kpop songs because in case you haven’t noticed, that’s the trend these days but yall are so afraid of losing listeners over korean boy groups or anything that is not in a western language that you’ll rather stick to playing Before you go for the hundreth time today”

it is incomprehensible for me how they can ignore the biggest artist in the world right now just because their songs are in korean. and i am a 100% sure they get requests for kpop all.the.time. you know those shows where they take song requests from listeners. but of course they’ll just ignore them as they wish, it doesn’t matter how many people asked for it. 

that one time i heard that shaun song with conor maynard and i recognized that a verse was in korean??? i was so shocked like holy shit and especially when they played boy with luv

i don’t mind it being english, i’m rather worried about the why of it. because i’m also curious what it would sound like and i love their japanese songs too, but with english it’s kind of suspicious, especially with how popular they’ve got internationally in recent years. i don’t think bighit is far from maybe prompting them to make a song in english so they could get more promos and more stations could play their song. i already saw on twitter like columbia records and sony post about their new single and i was very confused as to why. i mean i don’t know anything but it didn’t feel good somehow

[janosxmaynard]

IM BACK!

Hey guys!

So yeah I know I’ve literally been the worlds worst writer recently. I’ve just been busy with work & personal things but with the recent bad weather we’ve been having I’ve been cooped up in the house with nothing else to do, which means I’ve been playing around with some prompts. So should be posting something soon.

Also you may notice I changed my username from littleworldofmyown idk felt like a bit of a chance haha. Anyway please send in any Prompts for Janoskians & Buttercream one shots and I’ll see what I can do.

All my love,

Kez x