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My Wife (Conor x Reader)

Request - I SEE YOUR TAKING REQUESTS!!! I'm so excited!!!! I know you're going to be amazing! May I request one where your newlyweds with Conor? And it's super fluffy! I know you're going to be so great!!!!

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You didn't mind. You really, really didn't. In fact, your life had been a lot less stressful after deciding that you and Conor would keep your relationship private. You didn't have to deal with hate. You didn't have to duck paparazzi when you went out in public without Conor. You definitely didn't regret it.

That being said, it had been 4 years. You occasionally felt a little bummed you couldn't tell the world how much you loved him. You were always introduced as part of his management or his personal assistant or just a friend. There had even been rumors that you and Jack were dating. The two of you had just returned from your honeymoon and you were catching up with all of your friends/family.

"So how are you going to plan your big reveal?" Your mom had asked through your Skype video session.

"Mooooommm, stop. We haven't even talked about it." you replied.

"I know you've wanted to go public for a while, so i assumed you would after the wedding." she continued.

"I promise I'll talk to Conor about it later. I just don't want to immediately stress us out straight after our Honeymoon. Lets ease back into the real world." you said, saying goodbye and ending the conversation.

You didn't know it, but Conor had been listening to your conversation with your mom. He didn't know that you had wanted to go public. Conor had hated that he couldn't bring you to events and show you off to his fans. He kept it private because he thought that's what you wanted. After listening in on your conversation, he started planning.

Conor immediately set about texting your friends and family. He wanted any pictures and videos of the two of you that he could get his hands on.

"Hey babe, I need to run over to Joe's." Conor said, walking in the room while you were skyping your best friend.

"Okay, love." you said, kissing Conor when he leaned down into frame.

"Hey Conor!" your friend said, waving.

"What's up? When are you going to visit us? You know Jack always likes when you visit." He winked at the camera, sitting on your lap for a minute.

"Now that you're back, I'll try to come up sometime this month." she answered. You were grateful all of your friends and family got along. "And your brother likes when any girl visits." she laughed.

"Well I'll leave you two to it." Conor kissed you again before leaving.

He couldn't work on his next cover with you in the flat, so he had text Joe asking if he could set up his recording equipment in his house.

"So you're going to tell everyone?" Joe asked with a big smile on his face.

"Finally. I wish I would have just told everyone like 3 years ago, but now that we're married I'm done hiding it." Conor replied, figuring out where he was going to set up.

"I'm glad. You two are perfect for each other. I don't think you'll get as much hate as you thought you would." Joe said, helping Conor. "And I'm glad I get to post some footage that I couldn't show before since the two of you were snogging in it."

"I'm married. I'm really married." Conor laughed. "In every one of our 'most likely to' videos I always get the 'last to get married' card, but I'm fucking married." Conor had a massive smile on his face. He sent you a text telling you he'd be home really late.

"It's got a good ring to it." Joe laughed. "I'll start sorting through the pictures and clips and I'll leave you to record. Let me know if you need anything." Joe grabbed Conor's phone to start downloading what your friends and family had sent him.

"Thanks." Conor replied. "You have our wedding videos, right?"

"Yup. Oli sent me everything." Joe smiled at Conor.

About 12 hours later, Joe and Conor were working on making the clips and pictures fit the length of the song. "I think it's perfect." Joe yawned.

"I just hit upload." Conor sleepily smiled at his friend. "I just need to write the description."

"It won't finish uploading for at least an hour. Go home before you write it. I don't want you falling asleep in the car." Joe said, moving his laptop to the table. "You'll just have to log in from home to make it go live."

"Thank you so much." Conor said standing up.

"Just leave all of the equipment. You can get it later." Joe hugged his friend.

"Good idea." Conor said, hugging Joe. "Thanks again, buddy. I owe you."

When Conor got home, he opened his lap top and started writing the description.

"Hello everyone. I would like to introduce you to Y/n. Some of you know her as my assistant. Some people think she's my manager. Some of you even think she's sleeping with my brother haha. Well none of these are true. If you already watched the video, you'll know that Y/n is now my wife. That's right. Conor Maynard actually convinced someone to wake up next to his ugly mug every day. I know that some of you are going to be mad that I didn't share any of this earlier, but when I met y/n I knew I would do absolutely everything I could to keep our relationship happy and healthy. She is the most important person in my life and I know that you will all love her once you get to know her. I picked this song because it's the song we danced to at our wedding. Y/n, I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you. You keep my life in order and you make me a better person. We both know I can't stay serious for more than 5 minutes at a time without cracking a joke, but I will always be there for you. I know this whole thing is sappy and I promise your regularly scheduled programming will continue, but I needed to share this part of my life with everyone.

Y/n, meet everyone. Everyone, meet my wife."

Conor made the video live and joined you in bed.

"Hey." you sleepily said, rolling over to snuggle against Conor. "Finish whatever you were working on?"

"Yup." Conor replied, wrapping his arms around you. "It's perfect." he said, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of your head. "I want you to see it tomorrow."

"Of course." you replied, nuzzling your face into Conor's chest.

"Goodnight, beautiful." Conor said, yawning, but you had already fallen back asleep.

When you woke up, you kissed a sleeping Conor on the cheek and rolled out of bed. You had gotten used to waking up before him. When you went to grab your phone you saw a note stuck to the screen. "Don't open your phone yet. Go into the living room"

"Well this is weird." you chucked, looking over a Conor peacefully sleeping. "What have you been up to?"

Walking down the stairs you saw more post-its on the wall.

"Good morning, beautiful"

"I love you so much"

"I can't believe I ended up with someone so amazing"

Walking into the living room, you saw Conor's lap top on the coffee table with another post-it on it. "Open me". Inside was a post-it that said "Play me".

Clicking play on the video titled "Thinking Out Loud" you watched bits of your 4 year relationship play on the screen. Ed Sheeran's "Thinking Out Loud" played in the background as you watched you and Conor dancing around like idiots at his parents house with his brother and sister. Conor pranking you. The first Christmas Conor spent at your parents house, opening presents and kissing under the mistletoe. Proposing to you on a secluded beach where you took your first trip alone as a couple. Pictures you and your friends had taken but never posted on any social media. A funny video of the two of you singing "final countdown" at a karaoke bar. You and Anna being caught having a food fight in the flat's kitchen when you realized you had mixed the cake batter wrong. And finally, clips from your wedding. Your friends sharing their toasts and the two of you sharing your first dance as husband and wife.

When the video ended, you wiped the tears off of your cheeks and started scrolling through the comments. There, of course, were mean comments, but you were surprised at how many people just seemed to be happy for the two of you. Closing the lap top, you walked back upstairs. Unlocking your phone, you were overwhelmed with texts and voicemails from your friends and family all telling you how cute Conor's video was and how happy they were for the two of you.

Crawling back into bed, you snuggled up against Conor. "Hey" he croaked, wiping the sleep from his eyes. "Good morning."

"Good morning, husband." you smiled up at him. "Thank you." you said, kissing

"Did you see it?" He asked, slipping his arms around you and rolling the two of you over.

leaning up to kiss Conor, you nodded. "It's beautiful." you said, pulling him to rest his weight against you. "It's perfect."

"I'm so happy you liked it." Conor said. "I finally get to tell people you're my wife." Conor ducked down to kiss you again.

"I like the sound of that." you replied.

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It's over: Jason Todd x f!reader

Summary: Jason was dead. Or, well, at least that what Y/N believed. After all, she saw his body, she attended his funeral. And she was hurting for so long. It took her almost two years to get back into sort of normality. And then, then she found out he was alive all this time......

And only because he showed up at her door......

Warnings: hell lot of cussing, angst to the nth degree, a bit of kissing and touching (nothing explicit though), possible crying coming, Taylor Swift quotation.

Based on: "If I ever" by Conor Maynard

A/N: before this, I got a request from an angst lover (story is here: Lost), whoever you are, I dedicate this one's to you.

„Is this a joke?!”

„Y/N…..”

“Is this a fucking joke?!”

“Please, just calm down.”

“Fuck off! You don’t get to tell me what to do!! Not after, after…..” she was slowly breaking in her anger, reality creeping in, draining all the power she had. Her legs gave up on her and she just slid down the wall onto the floor, her limbs laying loose, boneless, eyes wide open while she was processing the situation she just found herself in.

Poor girl. Y/N was an old friend of Jason Todd. They met before he got adopted by Bruce and become Robin. Both Y/N and Jason were raised in Crime Alley and get to know each other from getting in and out of common trouble. When Bruce came in, Jason made sure he took care of his friend as well and that was how she ended up in Wayne Manor, learning about the technology and surveillance and soon becoming the “man, or rather woman in the chair”. Their story was classical “friends to lovers” trope, only ending with them becoming a couple due to Dick’s foul mouth. One time he mentioned something about Jason catching feelings and Y/n, being her direct and straightforward self, confronted the boy about it. After a while of blushing and sweating he finally confessed and they became a couple. And despite everything, the temper tantrums and insecurities they worked through it. Robin and his right wing. They were good together. Until Jason decided to go against Joker.  And got killed. And left her completely alone, or at least that was how she felt at that moment. She could not leave the past behind, desperately holding to the little pieces of memories she had of him, of them. Dick, Tim and Damian did their best to make her get through but she was too stubborn for her own good. It took her 23 months to start slowly healing her heart. And just as she was ready to get out of the house and start living again, maybe getting back to her own position in batfamily, she learned that Jason death was…. temporary and he was in fact alive, and  running around as Red Hood. That was a kick in the teeth. But what was even worse was that one afternoon she found him inside her apartment, placed on the couch with remorseful expression, ready to beg for forgiveness and to crawl back into her freshly –patched up life.  Of course, the moment she saw him inside she wanted to throw him out the window but due to all his muscles and height it was not possible so instead she resorted to verbal anger, trying to hide the mix of emotions – pain, fear, relief, love…. Way too much for one person, so finally she just went silent not capable of dealing with it all.

“Y/N…. Please, say something. Baby…..”

“What did you just call me?!”

“I’m sorry.” He said and she was not exactly sure whether he was sorry for pretending to be dead for the last years or for using her pet name only to his advantage.

“You don’t…. you don’t….” she sobbed desperately and it took all his power not to scoop her in his arms at once, shielding her from the world, making her safe. He wanted to spare her the pain, but the sad truth was that he was the one to cause all of it and upon realizing his grand mistake his heart broke into million pieces. Perhaps even more than hers.

“Y/n…..” Jason tried once again, his hand reaching for hers, but the girl just yanked it away, hugging herself. All the shock she just went through by seeing her ­not-so-dead  dead boyfriend making all her body tremble from the sudden coldness.

“Don’t. Just…. Just don’t.“ she managed to say “I can’t do this again. I just can’t. Please, get out.”

“You know I can’t do that” he whispered closing his eyes in poor attempt to hide all the pain he held inside. His voice, however, gave him away.

“You had no problem with that when you pretended to be six feet under!”

“I wanted to protect you!” he screamed

“From what?!” she yelled back pretty sure her neighbors had perfect acoustic to hear the banter.

“From being hurt! From getting injured because of me! You know damn fucking well how many people were after me while I was still Robin!”

“Well, look where It got you…..Red Hood.” she said barely audible “Are you happy now? Knowing that you broke my heart? Knowing that you broke me. I cried for days for you, Jason. DAYS. I mourned you. I avoided Dick, Tim and Damian for weeks because every time they started the family drama it reminded me of you….”

“I’m sorry.”

“Well, sorry does not make it any better, does it?” she lowered her gaze looking at the floor “and you know what’s the worst thing in all of that?”

“I��.”

“I never, never, stopped loving you. Fuck! I could not get into a relationship with anyone even if I wanted a rebound. It was always your face I was seeing, it was always your smile, it was always you” his eyes widened at those words and their gazes met for a second. It was as if a spark flew between them lighting up their inside and making both of them get lost in each other’s eyes. Just like the first time they confessed to being in love.  Neither Y/n, not Jason turned away, and she did not stop him when he slowly leaned forward capturing her lips in his, pulling her onto his lap, closer, he wanted her closer. God, how he missed her, her skin, her warmth, her soft hands sneaking up his chest into his hair playing with the ends. He groaned tightening the grip to the point where she squealed from the long forgotten pain of his strong embrace, but he couldn't care less deepening the kiss, wanting more and more and more…..

He did not get much affection since he became Red Hood and even then, no one could ever compare to her and her gentle touch, the feel of her lips on his, her body against his. She was his one and only. She belonged with him. They were perfect. And then he had to go and fuck this up. Memories of them together just flooded him. All the nights she was spending at the manor waiting for the batboys to come back from the patrol and then checking on all of his injuries to the detriment of her own health.  All those nights she was falling asleep in his arms, feeling safe and loved. All those nights that the only thing that kept him going through all the fights was the thought of her and the knowledge of the comfort and tenderness her presence brought him.  Her acceptance no matter what he did and how bloody he got. All those mornings when they get to steal some time away from his vigilantism and just cuddle in bed, holding tight onto each other like they were one another’s lifeline.  Fuck! He loved when the first thing he saw after waking up was her beautiful face and peacefully sleeping form.  He missed her body, all those curves and stretch marks she hated so much. All those little imperfections of her skin he get to kiss and worship every time she got insecure. All the pleasure he was giving her, while just loving her for hours, never getting enough of her sweat moans and the way she reacted to his touch. Her smile, her laugh, her sense of humor, her brain, her intelligence….. All of her.

He wanted her. There could never be a time when he wouldn’t want her. His fingers started absentmindedly playing with the hem of her shirt and that made her pull away from him and stand up.

“Please…. “ he whined not wanting to let go.

“You need to go, Jason.” she stated simply

“Please, I….. I can make this right…. I’m begging you.  Don’t leave me like this.”

“How can you possibly make this right?” tears was flowing down her cheeks as with every other word she was taking a step away from him “you can’t. It’s too late.”

“But I love you.”

“I know.”

“So let me make this right.” He insisted, trying to convince her.

“No.” she shook her head turning her back to him “I’ll let you in and you will let me down…… How do I know I can trust you?

“You can. Baby, please….”

“Go away, Jason.” her eyes were everywhere but on him, she knew the expression in them would make her give in and she just couldn't do that.

“Do you want me to get on my knees? Fine.” He fell down next to her legs “I’m begging you, don’t do this.”

“Well one of us has to be strong.”

“I can be strong for both of us in believing we can get through this.”

“No.”

“Baby…”

“Stop calling me that! I’m not your baby! Not anymore! Why can’t you understand?! It’s fucking over, Jason! I don’t want to see you again!”

“You…. you don’t mean that…..”

“I sure as hell do. I’ve barely covered all the scars you left and you chose just this moment to show up in my life again! I took a detour from my way to work just to avoid our places! I’ve been through enough! I. Don’t. Want. You.” she poked at his hard chest and he just couldn’t stop himself from grabbing her waist and connecting their lips once again pulling her body closer than possible, moving his lips from her mouth to her jaw and neck, finding that one spot that made her moan softly and his blood boiled at the sound. He needed her. He needed her that exact moment. And he knew she needed and wanted him too. Maybe if he could just convince her, show her what she was missing during that years….. Surely, she did not forget all the things they did when no one was around.

“Y/n…..” he groaned against her skin “let me apologize properly. Let me love you……” his hand brushed over her breasts. “Let me remind you how good we are together….”

"Jay....." she moaned, her walls and tough attitude crumbling.

"I'm here baby. I'm here. Feel me...." he grabbed her hands placing them on his fast beating heart, while at the same time lifting her up and wrapping her legs around his waist.

Oh, she felt everything at once. His kisses, his touch were too much and not enough at the same time.  His palms were burning against her skin yet she felt so cold, like the clothes were an obstacle in getting what she craved so desperately. Him. It was both wrong and so, so right. It was horrifying and beautiful, real and unreal. She wanted more and yet, she should not…. All those contradictions made her dizzy and her head spinning.  

“I should have known….” much to his surprise she sobbed and punched his chest, possibly hurting herself more than him but also making him stop in result “you just came here because you need a good fuck. I mean nothing more to you.”

“That is not true….. You know you mean everything to me." he put her on the ground "Everything! I care about you, always did. When I had no one, even in this stupid family Bruce decided to create, you were always there for me. It’s more than just physical, you know we had, have, a connection.”

Oh, she knew it. She knew it well enough, they were linked on so many different emotional levels. And she knew aiming at this was her last resort  to make him leave.

“Jason.”

“What can I do, babe?”

“You can turn around and walk out the door.”

“Is that what you really want? You want us to be strangers now? You will go over to the other side when you see me on the street? Is that how you want to play? Huh?! Answer me!” out of desperation he gripped her shoulders with much more strengths than intended “I’m sorry. Oh shit, god, love I’m so sorry” he mumbled in guilt letting go, realizing that if he ever had any chance to convince her to trust him again it was now buried. She flinched and slouched, so fragile and delicate and apparently, no longer his to protect and comfort.

“Band aids don’t fix bullet holes. “ she said and he froze on the spot. Fuck, if she was quoting Taylor on him it was really, really bad “you say sorry just for show. You know how the song go, don’t you? We got bad blood. Leave.” Her voice was now ice cold, her face blank.

“No.”

“Just fucking leave!” she grabbed the nearest item (which happened to be a book he used to read to her, while she was drifting off in his embrace on particularly rough evenings, after all day of work) and threw it at him. He caught it, gently stroking the cover and straightening the pages.

“Fine. Fine! I’ll go! Whatever you fucking want!” he turned around on the heels, tears in his eyes threatening to spill and walked out the door, shutting it loudly behind.  Only now he wrapped his head around the fact it was truly over. He fucked up for good and there was no way back. She would never forgive him and he would never get a chance to hold her, kiss her, talk to her and bond over silly, little things.

“Y/n….” he whispered softly, lovingly, still longing for her as he rested his head on the outer side of the door. “I’m so fucking sorry.” That dull ache in his chest tearing him apart. He just wanted to make things right and ended up tossed away, again .…

Little did he know, that inside the apartment the girl, whose heart he broke twice was laying on the bed sobbing and holding tight onto the plushie he won for her at the fair so many years ago.

“Jay….” She cried silently, not able to calm down without his arms wrapped tightly around her, his warmth lulling her to sleep. He didn’t deserve this. But then, neither did she….

He opened the wound and this time she was not sure if she could recover again. But one thing she knew for sure. It was over. The question was, how long will it take to deal with the pain this time.      

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you wonder how he got his call sign

Song: Don't Blame Me by Taylor Swift

Paring: mickey garcia x reader (afab)

Warning(s): None, just pure fluff!

Word Count: 2,767

Summary: A little story on how Mickey got his call sign.

Call signs. No matter if you’re in the Marines, Navy, or Air Force, you get a call sign. Some badass ones like Iceman and Maverick may have a cool background if you assume, but in reality, most of them come from pretty embarrassing things. Like Payback for example and the amount of bets that he lost. Mickey “Fanboy” Garcia, on the other hand, has another story.

The first of artists covering other artists' songs first came out in the 1950s. Soon over half a decade later, cover videos started to come out more on YouTube. Singers like Sam Tsui, Christina Grimmie, Conor Maynard, and many others have risen to fame with their covers coming out in the late 2000s/early 2010s. Some have also got the chance to be signed to record labels and winning awards like Y/N L/N. To Mickey though, he doesn’t think of Grammy Award winner Y/N L/N, he thinks of Y/N L/N who he used to help record her cover videos in her bedroom or the backyard of her house.

Every Friday since meeting each other freshman year of high school, Y/N would drag Mickey out of their last period class and out of their high school in Miami to her house to start recording cover videos. As she uploaded her videos onto YouTube, her views went from a few hundred to a few thousand until one day.

“Mickey! Mickey!” The junior yelled her best friend’s name as she ran down the school hallway. “Where are you?”

“Yo! What’s going on?” Mickey closed his locker after grabbing everything he needed.

He turned to face the singer whose face was all red from the running as the screen of her BlackBerry Bold was in his line of sight. Squinting his eyes a little, he looked at the screen which showed one of the recent covers she uploaded.

“Holy shit!” He exclaimed. “One hundred thousand?”

“I know right!” The two of them started to jump together in celebration, ignoring the looks they’re getting.

“This is crazy!” Y/N said, still not believing that her cover of Before He Cheats by Carrie Underwood reached that many views.

“You know what this means?” Mickey’s eyebrow was raised. “The chance of you getting signed to a record label.”

“Yeah, not happening,” Y/N let out a laugh. “Never in a million years.”

“Hey,” he gently squeezed her shoulder. “It’s going to happen. I have a good feeling.”

Y/N shook her head at her friend’s nonsense and dragged him to their first class of the day.

Years passed and their friendship grew even more. They shared homecoming and prom dances together. They had many all nighters studying for the AP tests they signed up for and working on college applications. The both of them dated people but their relationships only lasted for three to four months max because they both were missing something. Mickey still continued to help Y/N post her covers on her channel which grew after that one day.

Towards the end of the summer break after they graduated, the duo had to head their separate ways for college. They still kept in contact though by the emails they sent each other and visiting each other in Miami during breaks. With every visit, their feelings grew more without them realizing it.

Mickey had achieved his dream of getting into the Naval Academy and became a weapons system officer, getting the callsign Fanboy from his classmates seeing him geek out and watch Y/N’s covers. Y/N continued uploading her covers onto YouTube while studying literature at the University of Miami. It wasn’t until her senior year of college she got the best news of her life.

The sound of her sandals slapping the concrete sidewalk boomed as she ran down the concrete path which led to the park her and Mickey would sometimes hang out at. With his back facing against her, she leaped on his back which took Mickey out a little.

“Hey, you missed me that much?” Mickey laughed.

“Yeah, but I have some news,” Y/N answered.

“Which is?” He asked.

She didn’t verbally answer but she handed him the small stack of papers. Going through the papers, she saw the look on Mickey’s face as his face lit up with each page.

“No, you’re joking.” Mickey pulled her into a hug.

“I’m not,” she confirmed. “You’re looking at the newest artist signed with Atlantic Records.”

“You’re not going to forget me when you become famous right?” Mickey joked.

“Are you kidding? I won’t forget my best friend.” Y/N lightly punched his shoulder.

“Yeah, best friend,” Mickey sighed.

“What? Are you okay?” A quizzed look formed on her face.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Mickey brushed off his emotions.

“Hey Mick, tell me what’s up.” Y/N held his hand which sent sparks through the both of them.

“You’re going to hate me when I do this,” he said.

“Do wh-” Y/N was interrupted when Mickey’s lips touched hers.

Butterflies and fireworks exploded inside them as their lips moved in sync. Detaching their lips from each other to catch their breath, they looked each other in the eyes questioning what just happened.

“Did that just?”

“Yeah.”

Kissing each other again, they confirmed that their feelings for each other were true. After the second kiss, Mickey decided to take Y/N for an early dinner to celebrate her getting a record deal and have a pre-first date date.

More years have passed with the both of them graduating with their degrees. Their relationship grew more as they became official. Mickey was out doing the five years required to serve after he graduated after the academy. Y/N on the other hand was busy writing and recording her first album. Constant filming for her music videos and traveling to promote her album.

Despite them being hundreds or thousands of miles apart, they managed to keep their relationship alive. They had many video calls together and if she toured in an area where Mickey was at, he would watch her concerts with Reuben “Payback” Finch, who is the only person that knows her and Mickey are together other than close friends and family. When Y/N started to become more well known, she wanted to keep her personal life private. She did post pictures of her and Mickey together on her social media accounts but they didn’t show Mickey’s face.

On the eve of Mickey’s last deployment, she came back home with the living room of their shared house decorated with flowers and lit candles. In the space where their coffee table used to be, Mickey was on one knee holding a velvet box in his hand. With a short and sweet speech as tears ran down their faces, Y/N nodded her head saying yes to his proposal. A few months after Mickey came back from his deployment, the two had a small private ceremony with their close friends and family in a cabin up in the Santa Cruz mountains. Reuben as Mickey’s best man and Y/N’s college roommate as her maid of honor.

Luckily for Y/N, she could travel and stay anywhere with her job. With Mickey being moved from base to base because of his job, she would follow him while still making music while renting a house off base. From time to time she would have to travel and stay in New York for a little bit for meetings and to record her music. Thankfully when Mickey got called back to Top Gun, they resided permanently in a house that was only a fifteen minute drive away from base after the Dagger Squadron was made permanent in San Diego. Many dinners with her, Mickey, and Reuben were shared as they told stories of the other squadron members they met for the mission. Y/N continued to make music and released her next album which caused her to be away from Mickey to promote it and tour around Europe and North America.

After a day of training, the Dagger Squad decided to head to the Hard Deck for some drinks.

“Amelia has been depressed since the LA tickets for Y/N sold out,” Rooster said before taking a sip of his beer.

“Really?” Mickey raised his eyebrow.

“Yeah, Y/N is one of her favorite singers. Ever since those tickets sold out the first day, she’s been blasting her music in her room and headphones,” the aviator answered.

The WSO nodded his head and excused himself. Taking his phone out, he checked the time to see that Y/N wasn’t on stage yet. Calling her and waiting for a few rings, she answered her husband’s call.

“Hey baby, what’s up?” She asked. “How was work?”

“It was good, got our asses handed by Maverick but that’s normal,” he chuckled. “How are you?”

“I’m good, just two hours before we head onto stage,” she replied. “I miss you.”

“I miss you too, but hey can I ask for a favor?” He asked.

“What is it?” She said.

“You know Rooster right?” Y/N hummed in confirmation. “Well, his little sister wants to see you in LA but the tickets sold out immediately. Is there any way you can get a ticket for her?”

“I’ll check, give me a minute,” she told him. “Stay on the line.”

Taking a sip of his drink, he waited for his wife while admiring the cooling winds of San Diego while the sun setted.

“Hey, you’re still there?” Y/N voice popped into his ear.

“Yeah, so what’s the verdict?” He replied, mentally crossing his fingers.

“Yeah, how many tickets do you need?” The singer asked. “Twelve plus your captain, his girlfriend, and daughter, that would be fifteen. Is that good?”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, we have more than enough tickets. Just tell everyone and I’ll send you the info. Also, all of y’all need a break from training.”

“Wow, I’ll tell everyone. Thank you for doing this. I love you.”

“I love you too. You can thank me later when you get to LA.” Mickey could already imagine the smirk on his wife’s face.

Hanging up the phone with a grin on his face, Mickey headed back into the bar and stood next to Rooster.

“I managed to get a ticket for Amelia,” he told the pilot.

“Wait, how?” The pilot questioned.

“I know someone who’s one of the guitar techs on her tour. I managed to get all of us plus Maverick and Penny a ticket,” he told everyone.

“Wait, we’re seeing Y/N in LA?” Phoenix started to fangirl a little. “Don’t mess with me Fanboy.”

“I’m not, I’ll text you the information into the group chat,” he confirmed.

“We’re going to see Y/N baby!” Coyote cheered.

While everyone celebrated, Reuben sent his WSO a smirk knowing who gave them the tickets.

*Concert Day*

“Mick, are you sure we’re supposed to park here?” Maverick asked as he got out of Rooster’s Bronco.

“Yeah, I’m sure,” Mickey answered his captain.

“Because we’re by where Y/N L/N’s tour bus is,” Rooster added.

“Trust me, we can be here,” Mickey reassured them while pulling out his phone.

Making the call, they waited for a few more minutes before Y/N’s manager came out of the Forum with VIP passes in hand. Mickey greeted the manager and they handed Mickey the passes. All of the members were shocked when they saw the passes they got, questioning how Mickey managed to get these. All of them thought they were getting tickets up in the nosebleeds, but they were mistaken.

“Mickey!” The singer jumped into her husband’s arms when she saw him.

“Hello my love,” the Navy man mumbled before kissing her.

Everyone except for Reuben was shocked at the sight they were seeing. They couldn’t believe that one of their WSO’s was kissing the singer they would soberly and drunkenly sing out the lyrics while doing karaoke.

“I missed you,” the singer wrapped her arms around Mickey’s neck.

“Me too, four weeks is too long.” Mickey moved a strand of hair out of Y/N’s face. “Everyone’s here already.”

Y/N moved away from Mickey and saw his pilot standing there with a grin on his face. “Ru-Ru, it’s good to see you again.”

“It’s good to see you again too,” the pilot returned her hug.

Letting go of the hug, Y/N looked at the rest of her husband’s squadron who had shocked expressions on their faces. “Hi, you must be Mickey’s squadron and you must be Amelia, is that right?”

“Y-Yeah,” Amelia stuttered as her idol stood in front of her.

“It’s so nice to meet you,” Y/N smiled at her and looked at Maverick who stood behind her. “You must be Captain Mitchell. Mickey and Reuben have been telling me great things about you.”

“It’s a pleasure meeting you m’am. Thank you for inviting us,” Maverick said.

“Anything for Mickey's adopted family,” Y/N smiled. “Also, call me Y/N.”

“I will if you call me Pete or Maverick,” Pete smiled.

“That’s a deal,” Y/N chuckled and faced the squad again. “Mickey, wanna introduce me to your team members?”

Mickey nodded his head and introduced his wife to the rest of the Dagger Squad. After the introductions, everyone headed to the greenroom.

“So, you’re telling me that Reuben knew that Fanboy over here is dating Y/N?” Hangman asked. “The same Y/N who won a Grammy and many Billboard Music awards?”

“Not dating, we’re married,” Y/N corrected the Texan.

“What!” Everyone yelled/exclaimed.

“Married for almost five years.” Mickey and Y/N looked at each other in admiration.

“You knew that already didn’t you?” Halo asked Reuben.

“He should, he was my best man,” Mickey answered for his pilot. “Also, who do you think Don’t Blame Me is about?”

“And I thought Bob over here had secrets we don’t know about,” Omaha chuckled.

“Nah, she’s the only secret that I have.” Mickey tenderly pressed his lips onto his wife’s.

Soon after that, the topic of conversation changed, promising them the couple would host dinner to get to know Y/N more.

After spending an hour or so in the greenroom, Y/N had to start getting ready for the show. Giving his wife one last kiss, he met up with the squad following one of the assistants to the VIP booth Y/N set them in. The booth provided food, snacks, and drinks for them while giving them a view close to the stage.

The lights in the venue started to dim down as the crowd’s cheers started to rise. The band started playing the introduction and the cheers from the audience elevated as Y/N rose into the stage.

Throughout the concert, the energy was amazing. Everyone was screaming and jamming out to the lyrics. All of the Dagger Squad and Penny and Amelia were enjoying the time they were having and thanking Mickey for the tickets. Mickey was pretty sure he saw Hangman and Coyote doing the choreography to I Did Something Bad.

“Alright, before we do this next song, how is everyone doing?” Y/N asked the audience as they replied with cheers. “That’s good. Fun fact, the person that I wrote this next song about is in the crowd tonight with his friends. This song is dedicated to him. Love you darling.”

Y/N sent him a wink and he winked back at her. The band started to play Don’t Blame me and everyone was taken to church by the way she performed it. The singer got down on her knees, belting out the high note which caused Mickey to form a proud smile on his face.

After a few songs and the encore, the last show of the tour was finished. Mickey and the gang headed backstage to see Y/N in a pair of sweat shorts and one of Mickey’s old t-shirts.

“You were amazing.” Mickey picked her up and spun her around.

“Thanks,” she laughed. “So, what did you guys think?”

Everyone started to compliment her performance at the same time. Y/N blushed because she wasn’t used to compliments they were giving her and let out a laugh.

“So, instead of driving back to San Diego this late, my producer is out of town and allowed us to use her house to sleepover,” Y/N told them. “What do y’all think?”

Everyone nodded their heads in approval and started to leave the venue.

[bingbongsupremacy]

I'd Give You The World

Pairing: lowkey kinda simp! maid Ellie Williams x maid reader

Warnings: None that I can think of

Summary: if Ellie could she'd give you the world

Idea from the song : Royalty by Conor Maynard

*Not Proof Read* TLOU Masterlist

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" Fuckin' asshole. " Ellie grumbles while scrubbing the bottom of the toilet. Her hair is tied back with an old handkerchief. " He thinks just because we're fucking maids he can treat us like shit. "

I lift my arm to wipe off my sweaty brow. " Let it go, Els. It's over now. " I sigh. The man had gone out of his way to hunt us down and yell at us for 'Not cleaning the room up to expectation'. He'd apparently found a small grocery twist cord we missed behind the rooms' dresser, and he was pissed. He chewed us out in front of multiple guests before demanding to speak to the hotel manager. Thankfully Maria's not a nit picky bitch. " He's not worth it. "

" No. " Ellie leans back against the tub. " It's not just that dick. We're always getting treated like shit. Why? Because we fucking work at a hotel? "

I pause cleaning the sink. " I know it sucks, but we've gotta make money some how. " I make my way over to my girlfriend. " It'll get better. " I sit on the edge of the tub.

Ellie frowns, wiping her hands against her black uniform pants. " Shits' not right. " She mutters.

I wish I knew what to say. I get it. It sucks working here. People are assholes. They don't know how to treat people, but we have to pay for college somehow.

Ellie looks up at me. " Someday we're gonna get out of this shithole. "

I chuckle slightly. " Yeah. I bet we will. "

Ellie doesn't smile. " I'm serious, Y/N. When I get my degree and I get into a good job, you and I are gonna be free. We can finally leave. " Ellie leans her head against my thigh. " Someday I'll have enough to buy us a farm. We'll be able to get away from all these assholes. It'll be just us and our animals. You can finally have that fucking three legged goat you want. " She grins.

" Alfredo! "

" Yeah. I'll buy a million Alfredo's, just for you. "

Ellie's words warm my heart. I bite my lip, a smile playing on my lips. " I'd love that. "

" I know you would. And I promise you, someday you'll get anything you want. We won't have to worry about money. I'll buy you expensive perfumes and car that doesn't break down every five fucking miles. We'll go on vacations to anywhere you want. Anywhere in the world. We could even get a dog. "

" Ellie, you don't have to do that. " I sigh. " All I need is you. I don't need all that. You're enough for me. "

Ellie shakes her head. " I want to give you the world, Y/N. And I will. I'll fucking steal it all if I have to. Just you fucking wait. Someday you'll have it all. "

How did I get so lucky?

[stobotnik-is-canon]

a bowser x princess reader perhaps 😳😳😳

Sure!

Royalty

Bowser x F!Princess!Reader

It had been about a month since Bowser tried to marry Peach and destroy both the Mushroom Kingdom and Brooklyn. He finally figured out how to grow back to his normal size (once he was released, of course). He wanted revenge. He also wanted to win Peach's heart. Then, his eyes landed on Princess (Y/N).

Wow, she's beautiful, he thought. Maybe I can marry her instead.

(Y/N) was just minding her own business, talking to one of the Toads until the Toad ran away and (Y/N) was met with a giant, scaly arm handing her a bouquet of Piranha Plants. Luckily, the Piranha Plants didn't try to bite her. She looked up to find Bowser blushing bright pink.

"For you, Princess (Y/N)," he said.

(Y/N) slowly accepted the flowers. Why was he suddenly interested in her? Didn't he have a crush on Princess Peach? She took a good look at him. She had to admit, he actually looked kinda cute. And hot. No, no, what was she doing?!?! She can't think such things about a villain!

"I guess love can really make a guy come out of his shell," Bowser said, chuckling. (Y/N) rolled her eyes. Was he really using that cheesy pickup line again?

"Bowse, I-" (Y/N) tried to speak, but she was cut off by a pair of lips pressed against hers. She froze in surprise for a second, then melted into the kiss. Wow, this actually felt good. Cute, hot, and a good kisser? This guy was the whole package!

After Bowser pulled away, he looked away shyly, his cheeks a light pink.

"So, uh, will you–"

"Yes," (Y/N) answered before Bowser could finish. "I'll marry you."

Bowser's eyes widened. "Really?"

(Y/N) nodded. "I have to admit, you are actually kinda cute. And hot." Her cheeks colored. "If Peach doesn't want you, I'll take you."

This made Bowser really happy. He gave (Y/N) a tight (but not too tight) hug.

"Thank you," he whispered.

(Y/N) smiled and nuzzled him. And the rest is history.

I got kinda lazy on this one, so sorry if it's not good. 😅 I hope you don't mind!

[oldnatgwenaccount]

This is My Version

Conor Maynard | Song Imagine

Masterlist

Description: You and Conor has been together for years so when you broke up is was really rough for both of you.

Requested: No

Warning: Words that should never be said to anyone! i.e. slut and whore

Four in the morning, staring at the ceiling

On my own, like I was last weekend

Conor laid in the bed that he once occupied before you two moved out together. He can't sleep but it's not his insomnia that's keeping him up, it's the fact that you're not there, still. 

You left and I guess you had your reasons

Guess you had your reasons, yeah

I said things and I didn't really mean them

It was almost 2 weeks ago that you fought and he wasn't over it. The things he said to you he now regrets.

Kept going till I saw your heart bleeding

Ruining the only thing I ever believed in

Ever believed in, yeah

Even after you started crying he kept talking and calling you things he swore he would never call you. Slut, whore, the list could go on.

And even though you're gone

I'm gonna pretend there's nothing wrong

I'm fucking every girl that comes along

Anything is better than to face up to reality, oh

He could never get over you. You were is life. He tried drinking and hooking up but it just never worked

This is my version of heartbreak

This is how I get over you

I don't wanna feel

I don't wanna feel

This time he laid in bed, alone. His brother banging at his door, but Conor didn't care. All he could do was lie there in his old room, in his old apartment, and think about you.

This is my version of heartbreak

And it's all I know how to do

I don't wanna feel like there's anymore

This is my version of a heartbreak

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Clothes on the floor, yeah and the beds all mine

And staying out 'till the sun starts rising

You were in the once shared apartment with Conor. The place was a mess but you didn't care to clean it up. There was no point, you were rarely ever home enough as it is.

Free as a bird but I'm still not flying

God, I'm trying, yeah

You couldn't get back your feet after losing Conor. He was your rock and losing meant you lost everything.

And even though you're gone

I'm telling everyone there's nothing wrong

Everyone asked you where Conor was. The buttercreams knew what happened but the fans... the didn't know the truth. How could you tell them? What would you tell them? You weren't even sure what happened.

Until I can believe you're not the one

Anything is better than to face up to reality, oh

You sat on the couch in Conor's office. Well your office since your no longer together.

This is my version of heartbreak

This is how I get over you

I don't wanna feel

I don't wanna feel

Tears brim your eyes as the events play over in your mind. You and Conor had been together for so long, how could this die over something that didn't even happen.

This is my version of heartbreak

And it's all I know how to do

I don't wanna feel like this anymore

This is my version of a heartbreak

Conor calms himself down and sits in front of a camera in his room. His breathing stills a little

This is my version of a heartbreak

You're breathing evened out and you composed yourself enough to stop crying. You start mentally prepare yourself.

This is my version of a heartbreak

"Hey, guys. So I have some not so great news to share with you."

[teaglcwn]

Pinch me  ( Jack Maynard x Reader )

Jack Maynard x Reader Genre: fluff Word count: 517 | Requested: Could you do Jack Maynard fanfic where the reader is a dancer and she's very popular and one day the reader collabs with him. | 

a/n: Ahoihoi, so i’m just warning that this isin’t my best work ! and there are mistakes i am sorry. i wrote this on my phone cause my laptop is broken and yeah. <3

You walked into the dance studio and saw your manager with 3 guys that you recognized. Jack Maynard, Conor Maynard, and Josh Pieters. Being the fangirl you are you literally squealed and immediately covered your mouth.

All the attention went to you and you just walked to the couch where you threw your jacket and backpack. You cleared your throat and walked to your manager,

'' Hello, '' you said smiling at them trying to calm yourself. '' Yes, meet Y/n. One of our youngest and the most, let's say known, dancers. '' your manager told the Youtubers. You smiled and looked down. Your head snapped back up when you hear your name come from Jack's mouth.

'' Why are you shy? ''  he said laughing. You smiled, '' I'm not shy, I'm the opposite. '' you replied to him, he raised his eyebrows and crossed his arms.

''Alright Y/n, you're gonna make a video with Jack, I'm gonna then show Conor and Josh the rest of the group and their gonna make a video.'' your manager smiled and then walked out with Conor and Josh.

The door closed and you looked towards Jack who you caught checking you out.  '' Oui, stop looking me like you're gonna take a bite of me, '' you said laughing. Jack looked up and smiled '' Alright, so, I thought we could do like a Q & A with like questions for dancers which are you gonna answer, and then like teach me something. I literally came here with no ideas so let's see what's gonna come out of this.''

The door opened and Conor and Josh walked in, '' Hello!''  you screamed. '' I don't get it !!'' Jack said frustrated, you laughed and walked beside him, '' Okay, put your hands on your hips- '' you both put your hands on the hips '' - then lift your right hand and make a circle in the air and while you're doing that put your left arm behind your back. '' You both did the move.

''There you go!!'' You said excited and loud. Jack looked at you also towards Josh and Conor  '' It actually wasn't that difficult'' he said kinda shocked. '' Of course, it was easy, it would've been easier if you didn't flirt with the camera or me.'' You fired back making Josh and Conor laugh and Jack looking at you shocked.

''When are you gonna upload that video?'' You asked Jack, '' Tomorrow when we go to dinner, so i'll pick you up at 7 '' he replied bold. '' Ahh okay I'll look forward- WAIT WHAT?!'' your eyes went wide, you cleared your throat '' I mean, okay? I don't really know what to say. '' you said looking down.

'' Don't worry about it, '' Jack said walking towards you '' Wear something comfortable '' and with that, he left you shocked and confused. You sighed and whispered,

'' Someone pinch me. ''

[jackncon]

Friends or more?

Request:

Conor with “Why’d you let go of me? “ Please x

“Why’d you let go of me? “ W/ Conor please? Thank xxx

prompts from this list

send in a prompt and a boy here

It was the bitchy checkout lady that made you do it. All you wanted was some chips and dip, of course you had to take Conor with you, because what was a girl without her best friend? Oh but the look she gave you? How dare she. You could pull Conor if you wanted to! Just the way she said, “Oh you’re... together?” grinded your gears just too far. So what better way than to plant a kiss on Conor’s cheek, grab his hand, and with a huge smile, respond, “Yup! In fact we’re celebrating our 8 month anniversary with a lazy day at home.” You had smiled as you rested your head on Conors chest, causing him to wrap an arm over your shoulders on instinct. 

“And I couldn’t be happier” Conor had said, looking down to gaze into your eyes lovingly. 

That changed slightly when you dragged Conor out of the supermarket, taking your anger out on his hand. 

“How. Fucking. Dare. She.” you seethed, gripping Conor’s hand tightly in your rage.

“Okay. Love the hand holding. Love that you called me your boyfriend. Not loving how you’re cutting off my circulation.” Conor said, trying to soften your grip.

As soon as you realised you were hurting him, you let go. You grabbed his hand and placed a kiss to it, “All better?” 

Conor nodded with a pout, “Why’d you let go of me?” 

“Geeze I can’t win!” You laughed, grabbing his hand again and returning to his car, the anger having simmered down.

As you released his hand to get in the car, he wiped it on his jeans, praying you didn’t notice how sweaty he was. Conor had held your hand before, sure, but not when you kissed his cheek and acted as if he was your boyfriend. Something about your little stunt at the checkout had made his heart beat faster than usual. But Conor being Conor, but it down to his awful improv skills, trying to push away the fact that he was in love with his best friend for one more day.

[moonhowlerpack]

Imagination to Reality {Conor Maynard}

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MasterList

Ask Anything: {Here}

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Oh, there she goes again Every morning it's the same You walk on by my house I wanna call out your name I want to tell you how beautiful you are from where I'm standing

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Conor watched as you walked out your apartment, vlogging camera in one hand and the other preoccupied holding onto your keys. Turning around noticing Conor standing outside his door in nothing but a robe, “Hey good morning Conor you coming over to Joe’s party later on” You asked. You walked closer, the scent of your perfume overwhelmed his senses, Conor felt as if needed to step closer to you but he refrained himself.

“I-uh yeah I’ll see you there right?” Conor had to ask even though it was his best mates party, he wouldn’t enjoy himself if you weren’t there. You smiled sweetly “Of course I need some vlog footage anyways, so I’ll meet you there” You nodded your head and stepped back from Conor.

“I’ve got to get going, I’ll see you” You spoke before turning around and walked down the hallways towards the lifts. Conor watched as you walked away he wanted to call you out and ask if you would rather go with him than meeting him there. 

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You got me thinking what we could because 

I keep craving, craving, you don't know it but it's true

Can't get my mouth to say the words they want to say to you This is typical of love Can't wait anymore, I won't wait I need to tell you how I feel when I see us together forever

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Bumping into people who glared at him angrily for not apologizing Conor didn’t care all he wanted was to find you. Conor finally emerged into the kitchen to see you and Joe laughing together closely, he felt his body turn cold. Conor breathed out heavily watching you closely, you moved away slightly when Joe leaned in closer to you.

Conor smiled “HEY HEY CONOR” Jack yelled out to his brother, Conor turned around to see Jack stumbling towards him with Josh in tow. “Stop checking her out and go kiss her” Josh mumbled out before patting his back quite harshly. “Mate, I know for a fact she doesn’t like me and don’t try to tell me otherwise” Conor answered negatively Josh and Jack both rolled their eyes knowing damn well you loved Conor.

You finally turned around to see the boys observing the situation you were in. You laughed loudly seeing them in such a protective stance, you walked towards them “Boy’s no need to get protective Joe had ate an onion for the video we filmed together and tried to prove to me that his breath still smelled” You explained.

Conor immediately relaxed, feeling stupid that his best mate would try to hit on you, he shook his head to get rid of the dreadful thoughts. “Hey (Y/N) why don’t you go dance with Conor we’ll take care of Joe’s breath” Jack said his wing man instincts toke over pulling Josh with him to leave you no time to come up with a witty reply.

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We'll be everything I want us to be And from there, who knows, maybe this will be the night that we kiss for the first time Or is that just me and my imagination

We walk, we laugh, we spend our time walking by the ocean side Our hands are gently intertwined A feeling I just can't describe All this time we spent alone, thinking we could not belong to something so damn beautiful So damn beautiful

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Jack, Josh, and Joe stood watching as you grabbed Conor’s hand and took him to the music room in Joe’s home. “I have a feeling today’s going to be the day boys” Jack said “I just hope they don’t have sex in my house” Joe said quite loudly Josh and Jack gagged slightly “I know boys really nasty” Joe spoke yet once again. “No Joe it’s your breath Jesus Christ” Josh mumbled pinching his nose to block out the smell. 

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I keep craving, craving, you don't know it, but it's true Can't get my mouth to say the words they want to say to you.

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You sat there flabbergasted Conor looked at you nervously waiting for your reaction. “I know I couldn’t say it to you so I sang it to you instead unless you don’t like me at all and I should just get out of here or you do like me an-” You cut Conor off kissing him softly his hands gripped your waist pulling you closer to him.

“This feels better than my imagination” Conor whispered before kissing you again.

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GIFs DO NOT BELONG TO ME ALL CREDIT BELONGS TO THE OWNER

Words~~586

[magnolia-among-the-stars]

Buttercream Imagine Requests

Taking a hiatus from Descendants to do some Buttercream Squad Requests :) Send a boy & a number <3

“You’re leaving because it’s easier to walk away than to fight for what you really want”

“I really don’t let myself cry in front of anybody”

“Pretending not to love you was the hardest thing I ever had to do.”

“So you think I’m broken? Then fix me.” 

“I’m not broken so stop trying to fix me”

“What if nobody ever loves me?”

“You’re perfect. Which is beyond annoying, I can’t look at you”

“You don’t destroy the person you love”

“We should be drunk, why aren’t we drunk?”

“Don’t make me choose”

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you I love you when I knew I did”

“Are you happier, with him/her?”

“I just want you to be happy”

“Nothing about us feels right anymore”

“You have to promise me you won’t fall in love with me.” 

“Every time I look at you, it hurts”

“I know you’re mad at me, but I need help with my tie”

“What I’m about to say is the most selfish thing I’ve ever said in my life.” 

“Oh my God, you’re jealous aren’t you?”

 “You need to take off your shirt.”

[buttercreamroyalty]

PROMPT LIST

1. "For gods sake, guys! We're NOT dating" 2. "You're still the same guy I fell in love with" 3. "Gotcha!" 4. "Why would you prank me with something like that?!" 5. "There's no way in hell i'm doing that" 6. "I literally don't know how someone can be that stupid" 7. "Close your mouth, you'll catch flies" 8. "What are you doing to me?" 9. "I'm not gonna lie, I'm really turned on by that" 10. "Give me my phone back!" 11. "YOU knew how important this was for me!" 12. "Oh shut the fuck up" 13. "You're the one that labeled this as 'just fun' so I don't own you shit" 14. "Don't play with me, because you're gonna lose" 15. "Forget it, you're not even worth it" 16. "Say that one more time and you're done" 17. "I'm no one's property" 18. "I have a child?" 19. "I'm done with this bullshit" 20. "Why? Why did you leave?" 21. "How could you hide something like that from me!" 22. "I panicked, okay?!' 23. "I can't believe I'm sitting in a mall jail with you of all people" 24. "Now you wanna talk? Well fuck you" 25. "How did this happened?" 26. "Just one drink" 27. "Hello? We're in the middle of something" 28. "Oh how cute! You actually think I give a fuck" 29. "Mess with me and you'll regret being born" 30. "I don't fuck around" 31. "Let's see if you can keep up" 32. "This means nothing" 33. "There's the door. Feel free to get the fuck out" 34. "Put that down" 35. "Don't do it, please" 36. "I'm not the same, I'm different" 37. "Nobody cares about me anymore, so why should I keep trying?" 38. "Listen to me, okay? We're getting out of here, together" 39. "This is so stupid" 40. And yet, you're still here" 41. "You think this is a joke? This is my life!" 42. "So this was all a lie?" 43. "We have nothing to talk about" 44. "Are you going to tell him?" 45. "Is better off this way" 46. "Hold up, you what?" 47. "You're the worst roommate" 48. "Why are you fucking a stranger in my bed?!" 49. "Please go get herpes as far as you can from this house" 50. "Be my guest" 51. "I can do whatever I want, we're not dating, remember?" 52. "You wanna get food at 2 am?" 53. "I will always protect you" 54. "You moved on, so did I" 55. "You're not the same" 56. "Yeah, well, people change" 57. "You had no right to do that!" 58. "Why do you always convince me of doing the stupidest shit" 59. "How is it that your so stupid and so hot at the same time?" 60. "Call 911" 61. "This is the last time I'm letting you in my house" 62. "It was an accident!" 63. "You almost burn my house down!" 64. "I can't keep doing this" 65. "Just be honest with me!" 66. I'm not gonna be here when she breaks your heart" 67. "Just one more night" 68. "Is this how it all ends?" 69. "You're here!" 70. "I wanna go home" 71. "I'm not letting you go and we both know that you don't want me to either" 72. "Keep talking all you want but you can't deny that you want me as much as I want you" 73. "You broke my nose!" 74. "As if you were a fucking angel" 75. "Don't make me laugh" 76. "Yeah... I don't do relationships" 77. "Let's face it! I'm just one of your many booty calls!" 78. "You're nothing like them 79. "Did I actually mean something to you, ever?" 80. "I'm starting to think I'm actually going to hell"

[imagineabuttercream]

This Is My Version (Conor x Reader)

A/N - I had a hard time figuring out how to do this without a sad ending (because I hate sad endings) and this is what I came up with.

Yours and Conor's relationship had always been a passionate one. When you were happy, you were on cloud nine. When you fought, you were mean. When you made up, you didn't leave the bedroom. You were always the one to say sorry first. Young love isn't always as carefree as people say. Relationships like yours run high, but they fall hard. Your last fight had been ugly and after all of the hurtful words and yelling, you were both left in tears, just staring at each other. You grabbed your bag, slowly walking up to Conor and pressing a slow lingering kiss to his lips. You walked out the door and both of you acted like the other person didn't exist. Until Conor released his latest song, that is.

"THIS IS MY VERSION"

Four in the morning, staring at the ceiling

On my own, like I was last weekend

You left and I guess you had your reasons

Guess you had your reasons, yeah

I said things and I didn't really mean them

Kept going till I saw your heart bleeding

Ruining the only thing I ever believed in

Ever believed in, yeah

And even though you're gone

I'm gonna pretend there's nothing wrong

I'm fucking every girl that comes along

Anything is better than to face up to reality, oh oh

This is my version of heartbreak

This is how I get over you

I don't wanna feel

I don't wanna feel

This is my version of heartbreak

And it's all I know how to do

I don't wanna feel like this anymore

This is my version of a heartbreak

Clothes on the floor, and the beds all mine, yeah

And staying out 'till the sun starts rising

Free as a bird but I'm still not flying

God, I'm trying, yeah

And even though you're gone

I'm telling everyone there's nothing wrong

Until I can believe you're not the one

Anything is better than to face up to reality, oh oh

This is my version of heartbreak

This is how I get over you

I don't wanna feel

I don't wanna feel

This is my version of heartbreak

And it's all I know how to do

I don't wanna feel like this anymore

This is my version of a heartbreak

The night he released it, he went out with the boys and got shitfaced. You had been laying in bed wearing Conor's jumper, listening to it on repeat when he called you. You ignored the first two calls, but you answered the third.

"What do you want, Conor?" you asked, mad that you answered the phone.

"Did you hear it?" he asked, the background noise of whatever club he was in coming through the phone as well.

"About a hundred times. It's really good." you started to tear up again, having spent the majority of the night in tears.

"You should come out, Y/n." he said after a long pause.

"You don't want me there, Conor." You replied, knowing you weren't going to go meet him. No matter what.

"I've been staring at my phone contemplating whether or not you'd answer if I called. I obviously want you here." he said.

"No you don't. We'll both regret it, love." you replied.

"You're still the only person I want here with me." Conor spoke into the phone, but you could hear him talking to the people around him too.

"Congrats on your new song. You deserve a night out. I hope you have fun." you said and hung up.

Weeks later, the two of you ran into each other. In the daylight and with both of you sober, you were actually able to talk and laugh and catch up. You spent the rest of the day together at Conor's flat. Conor was in the middle of showing you some new stuff he had in the works when you realized the sun had gone down.

"I should go." you smiled over at him, catching him off guard.

"Why?" he asked, twining his fingers with yours.

"Because I don't want today to end like the last time we said goodbye." you answered, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to his forehead.

You started to walk out of his room, but Conor pulled you back and captured your lips in a kiss. "Stay. Please, stay." he begged, slowly backing you up to the edge of the bed.

"Conor." you said, in a sad voice.

"I swear. No more fighting. I'm so sorry I ever let it get so bad between us. Please just stay." You could see the sincerity in his eyes. This was the first time Conor was the person to say sorry after one of your fights.

Instead of answering him, you pulled him into a kiss. You were reliving a favorite past time of yours...getting lost in Conor. After Conor had drifted off, you laid there watching him sleep. "This is my version" was still playing in your head. You hadn't listened to much else since the night he had drunk dialed you. Grabbing a notebook and a pencil, you started filling in your own lyrics. You knew you weren't going to stay until morning.

"THIS IS MY VERSION"

Four in the morning, staring at the ceiling

All alone and I hate that feeling

I left and you know I had my reasons

I can't hide these feelings, yeah

You said things then you said you didn't mean them

You didn't stop till I started to believe them

You ruined everything, I hope you had your reasons

I just can't believe it, yeah

And even though we're done

I cry every time I hear your songs

Wishing that it didn't all go wrong

Anything is better than to face up to reality, oh oh

This is my version of heartbreak

Wasting all my time missing you

Why'd you have to steal

What I thought was real

This is my version of heartbreak

I don't know how to get over you

I don't want to feel like this anymore

This is my version of heartbreak

Pictures on the walls, we were always smiling

Why did we stop, why did we start fighting?

You broke my heart but I wish you'd come and find me

Tell me to stop crying, yeah

And even though you called

Drunk and telling me I'm still the one

I knew you'd forget when you sobered up

Anything is better than to face up to reality, oh oh

This is my version of heartbreak

Wasting all my time missing you

Why'd you have to steal

What I thought was real

This is my version of heartbreak

I don't want to get over you

I don't want to feel like this anymore

This is my version of heartbreak

You ripped the page out of the notebook and folded it up. On the outside you wrote "If you really want to work on us, call me. I know we've got loads of baggage, but we have a lot of good memories too. If I don't hear from you, then I wish you the best. I love you." Sticking it under Conor's phone, you threw your skirt and one of Conor's shirts on. You leaned down to kiss his cheek and once again, left his flat.

You didn't hear from Conor the next day. No texts. No calls. No knocking on your door. You did, however, see him tweet a few lines from your altered version of his song. You would be okay if he didn't call, but of course you hoped he'd want to get back together. Laying in bed, unable to sleep, you heard your phone ring. Conor's face popping up on your screen.

"Hello." you said, wondering why he had taken so long to call.

"I don't know if you were awake, but it's four in the morning." Conor said. You could hear his bed linens rustle as he moved around.

You couldn't help but smile. "You've always been cheesy, but this takes the cake." you chuckled into the phone.

"I know." he laughed. Silence falling between the two of you. "Want to come stare at my ceiling with me?"

"Oh my god, I'm hanging up if you keep going." you laughed, getting out of bed to get dressed.

"Awww, don't hang up." Conor continued. "I just don't want to be alone like last weekend."

"I swear to god." you laughed, grabbing your purse but stopping at your front door. "Do you actually want me to come over?" you asked, your voice sounding unsure.

"As long as you don't leave, again." he replied sincerely before realizing it sounded like he was continuing on with his song and laughing. "I know that technically fit with the lyrics but I really do want you to come over."

"I'll be there in 10." you laughed.

"I'll be waiting, love." Conor replied, hanging up the phone.

[yesanotherimaneblog]

Hurt people

Summary: An anonymous sender sends you pictures of your boyfriend Conor cheating on you.

Based on: Hurt people- Jack & Jack + “I couldn’t sleep in my bed for 264 days because no matter how many times I washed my sheets your smell still lingered.” 

You stood frozen in your spot, your phone in your hand those awful pictures still on display but you couldn’t see them any longer. Your mind had gone blank, your eyes cloudy and you didn’t register the noise coming from the door of your apartment.

Conor walked into the apartment with a smile on his face but he froze when he saw you. You had turned to him and tears had finally started to fall silently. He walked to you but you stopped him raising your phone so he could see the pictures someone had sent you. You didn’t know who the sender was but the pictures where pretty good quality and they showed Conor with a girl kissing, hands all over each other. There were others, ones showing them stripping each other, ones showing him pressing her against the wall, ones with them naked…

“Why?” Was all you could ask, looking at him and suddenly you were filled with rage. “Why Conor? Two years. We’ve been together two freaking years and you cheated on me. How many times Conor? How many times did you go to her? I can count about 3 just from the pictures, but there were more weren’t there? How many times Conor?” You were screaming now.

He seemed lost, looking at you not knowing what to say, when finally, he looked at the ground and whispered, “She did it to me so…”

At first you thought you hadn’t heard him properly, he couldn’t possibly have said that. That’s when you broke down, “That’s it? You did it to me cause she did it to you? And now what, I’m supposed to turn around and do it to my next boyfriend?” you wept.

He took a step towards you trying to comfort you but you stopped him again. “I think you should leave.” You said through the tears as you stood up going to the bathroom and locking yourself in until you heard the apartment door closing.

15 months later

 You put down your coffee at the small table and took your computer out of your bag. You had been distracted in your apartment so you decided to visit your local coffee shop and finish your work there.

After about an hour of working you had finished your coffee, you made your way to the counter to order another when you collided with someone. You looked up ready to apologize when your eyes met a very familiar pair of baby blues. You took a step back without saying anything and hurried back to your table. You were quickly gathering your stuff when you felt his presence behind you. You hadn’t seen Conor in more than a year, had outright avoided him but he was right in front of you now, and all you wanted to do was leave.

“Hey,” he breathed. He saw how quickly you had gathered your things and he knew you wanted to leave but he couldn’t let you before he’d said what he wanted to. He’d already let you go too easy once. “Look, I know you probably hate me, I mean I would hate me too. I did a really shitty thing and found an even shittier excuse and I just want to say I’m sorry. I screwed up and I lost one of the best things that have happened to me and I know I can’t take it back but I- if you ever forgive me I hope that you’ll give me the chance to make it right.”

You stood frozen, contemplating his words. You’d be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t want him back, but you couldn’t get those pictures out of your head. Every time you looked at him you were reminded of what he did so you opted to look at the ground. You hesitated, tears forming in your eyes, so you told him the only thing that came to your mind, “I couldn’t sleep in my bed for 264 days because no matter how many times I washed my sheets your smell still lingered.” The tears began to fall and you looked at Conor one last time. “Apology not accepted.” You said, walking past him, leaving the coffee shop.

[waitimcomingtoo]

Hi love! I've had this idea for a bit and I think it would be perfect in the same universe of your plank all over me one shots! Okay do you remember that interview where Conor Maynard planked Tom with the fake interviewer?? What if Tom tried to do the same thing to prank y/n but as soon as the fake interviewer walks in she immediately knows what's happening so then gives super weird answers or tries to mess with tom in all the answers she gives?? You don't have to do it if you don't want to tho!

Plank All Over Me - Prank Interview Edition

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Synopsis: Tom and Connor Maynard try to prank you, but you prank then right back

Disclaimer: you don’t have to have read the others to understand, but check them out ;)

Plank All Over Me

Plank All Over Me - Yoga Edition

Plank All Over Me - Couples Tag

Masterlist

“What’s going on guys? It’s Conor Maynard here and I’m joined by an old friend of mine.” Conor pointed to Tom.

“Tom Holland.” Tom smiled at the camera.

“You May have heard of him, probably not. He’s not very well known.” Conor joked.

“I know, mate. I’m so lucky you’re putting me on your channel. Could be my big break.” Tom replied.

“My other friend Josh Pieters is in the other room with Toms girlfriend, the incredibly famous and lovely Y/n L/n. If you’ve seen my video where Josh, Casper and I pranked Tom with a fake interview, you already know what’s about to go down. If you don’t, Josh has an AirPod in under his headband. We’re going to be giving him things to say and he has to say them to Y/n. We’re gonna try to really freak her out. Are you ready Tom?”

“Very ready. Y/n, I love you pretty girl but you had this coming.” Tom rubbed his hands together. 

“Looks like she’s in the room. Introduce yourself.” Conor instructed. “But make it uncomfortable.”

“Hi, I’m Josh but you can call me Josh.” Josh said with a blank stare. You vaguely recognized the boy interviewing you but you couldn’t pinpoint where he was from.

“Oh uh, hi Josh.” You laughed lightly. “I’m Y/n.”

“Tell her you had a pet called Y/n and something terrible happened to it.” Conor snickered.

“I had a fish called Y/n when I was younger.” Josh informed you.

“Aw, that’s sweet.” You smiled.

“Yeah. It was my best friend until my brother swallowed it alive.” He said with no emotion.

“Oh.” You replied, not knowing what else to say. You began to sense something was off. He was wearing a headband, for one, and he didn’t look like he normally wore them. Someone was up to something.

“Even more uncomfortable.” Tom ordered.

“I’m a big fan so it’s very nice to meet you.” Josh said. “A huge fan actually, if you know what I mean.” Josh gave you a wink and you swallowed thickly. It suddenly dawned on you where you knew him from. He was Josh Pieters, the YouTuber who pranked Tom. You’d seen a number of his prank videos with Casper Lee and Joe Sugg and had a feeling that this one would be no different. If he wanted to prank you, you’d give him a taste of his own medicine.

“Not that uncomfortable!” Tom said.

“Thank you, I appreciate that.” You answered, preparing to have a little fun.

“Be normal. Ask her about the Marvel making Eddie a girl.” Conor said.

“For those who don’t know, the character Eddie Brock, who later gets infected with the symbiote Venom, is a male in the comics. How do you feel about Marvel changing the role to be played by a woman after your audition?” Josh asked. You thought about your answer for a moment.

“I think it was a really dumb move, actually. I originally auditioned for the role of Anne, who’s Eddie Brocks girlfriend. I think they should’ve kept Eddie a boy since women are weak, useless creatures and I hate them all.” You answered matter-of-factly and Josh looked a little taken aback. You nodded as if it confirm your answer and Josh looked lost.

“Oh.” Josh said and leaned to the side as if he were listening to something you couldn’t hear.

“I’m kidding. I love that they made Eddie a girl. I was so excited when they called me and told me who I was playing.” You followed up. You didn’t want them to catch on too soon that you were messing with them. You had to dial it down.

“Ask about the Spider-Man/Venom relationship.” Conor told Josh.

“And me. Ask about me.” Tom added.

“If it fun getting to play Tom Holland’s on screen girlfriend as well as being his in real life girlfriend?” Josh asked you and you smirked. So Tom was behind this as well. Now was your time to really mess with them.

“Not really, if I’m honest.” You answered.

“What?” Conor laughed.

“What?” Tom deadpanned.

“Really?” Josh asked while stifling a laugh.

“It’s just, there are so many attractive men in the Marvel cast, Tom included don’t get me wrong.” You assured him. “I kinda wish they let me date one of them on screen since I already date Tom off screen.”

“Ask her who she’d want to date.” Tom demanded, watching you with hooded eyes.

“Who do you wish you were dating?” Josh asked you.

“Definitely Chris Evans.” You answered too quickly for Toms liking. “Oh, did you mean what character?”

“I’m gonna die. I’m actually going to perish.” Tom backed away from the microphone and covered his mouth with his hands.

“Keep going. Ask more about Tom.” Conor instructed.

“But you like working with Tom, right?” Josh tried to bring the conversation to a positive point.

“Again, not really.” You shrugged.

“Interesting.” Josh stated, silently begging for the boys to tell him what to say. No one was prepared for your answers.

“Ask why.” Conor said as Tom fanned himself in the background.

“Can you elaborate on that?” Josh asked.

“It’s just weird acting along side your boyfriend. I think he should leave the acting me to, honestly.” You smiled innocently, knowing Tom was somewhere freaking out.

“Do you think he’s bad?” Tom grabbed them microphone.

“Do you think he’s bad?” Josh repeated.

“Well, he’s very attractive. I’m sure that was a big factor in getting the part. But his American accent…”, you made a face, “not the best. Being from New York is such a big part of Peter Parker that I feel like Marvel should’ve gone with an American actor. No offense to Tom, of course. He’s great in all his other movies.”

“Wow.” Josh squeaked.

“She told me she loves my American accent.” Tom whispered, bewildered.

“Ask her about her favorite accent.” Conor tried to lighten the mood.

“Do you like British accents better?” Josh asked you.

“I’ll tell you what I like. Chris Hemsworth’s accent.” You gushed. “I think it’s the hottest thing ever.”

“Did you guys hear that?” Tom asked gravely.

“Hear what?” Conor asked him.

“My heart shattering.” Tom answered.

“Tom, it’s just an accent. It’s okay.” Conor assured his friend. Tom couldn’t even hear him anymore. He grabbed the microphone with a heavy hand.

“Ask her if she likes Australians better than the British.” He demanded.

“You think Australian accents are better than British accents?” Josh repeated Toms question.

“Is that even a question? Duh.” You laughed.

“I can’t breath.” Tom wheezed.

“I do like your accent, though.” You said, catching everyone off guard.

“She what?” Tom asked. “What?”

“Oh, thank you.” Josh said, beginning to panic.

“Where are you from?” You asked, leaning forward on your hands.

“South Africa.” Josh told you and you smiled brightly and you continued your plan.

“Wait, really? That’s so exciting. I’ve always wanted to go there.” You beamed.

“Since when?” Conor looked up at Tom.

“She’s never said anything about South Africa.” Tom said in confusion.

“It’s a beautiful place.” Josh agreed.

“I bet. England is so dreary.” You rolled your eyes. “Maybe you can take me to South Africa one day.”

“Maybe.” Josh nodded as he tried to send messages in Morse code by blinking rapidly at the camera. You smirked, knowing your plan was working.

“Change the subject, Josh. Before Tom dies.” Conor ordered.

“Ask her about the wallpaper.” Tom blurted.

“Why the wallpaper?” Conor asked.

“It’s the least romantic topic I could think of!” Tom exclaimed.

“So, this is some really nice wallpaper, wouldn’t you agree?” Josh changed the subject. This threw you off a little but you were determined to win this prank.

“I was just thinking that! You read my mind.” You said excitedly.

“That backfired.” Conor said as he watched Tom fall to the floor in agony.

“Your name is Josh right?” You asked coyly.

“Yes ma’am.” Josh answered.

“I love that name.” You complimented. “I always have.”

“Do you?” Josh’s mouth dried up.

“Totally. It’s so exotic.” You beamed. Toms head snapped up from the floor.

“Exotic? There is a white boy named Josh in every high school movie ever made.” Tom exclaimed. “Exotic compared to what? Toast?”

“Thank you. I like it too.” Josh said awkwardly, wishing the boys would give him something to say.

“It’s so much better than a white bread name like Tom. Who names their kid Tom? What is he, an apostle?” You laughed. “Josh is way cooler in my opinion. It’s like the name of a god or something.”

“A god?” Tom nearly screamed. “What would Josh be the god of?”

“Gingers.” Conor shrugged.

“Thank you.” Josh said and gave the camera a stern glare.

“Tell her about your quail.” Conor suggested.

“That’s perfect. She’ll think he’s a total weirdo! Great thinking Conor.” Tom patted his friend on the back.

“Not exactly my plan, but okay.” Connor nodded.

“Do you have any pets?” Josh began his segway.”

“I do. I have a dog named Tessa.” You answered. “She’s not really my dog, though. She’s Tom’s.”

“I know you’re an animal person. You must love her.” Josh smiled now that the prank was back on track.

“Honestly, I can’t stand her. She’s always sleeping in our bed with us and begging at the table. I’m this close to telling Tom to get rid of her.” You pinched your fingers together and watched Josh go pale.

“That was it. That was the thing that killed me.” Tom mumbled as he slumped in a chair.

“Talk about the quail!” Conor repeated in an effort to save Tom.

“I have a pet too. It’s a quail.” Josh told you proudly.

“A quail? How did you get a quail?” You asked with a smile.

“Well my friends and I bought a carton of quail eggs and put them in an incubator. Only one hatched but I’ve kept her as a pet.” Josh told you the infamous story. You’d seen the video he posted about it but decided to play dumb.

“You saved a quail? That’s amazing.” You gushed as if you’d never heard the story before.

“It was just a fun thing for YouTube but I’ve actually grown quite fond of her.” Josh said, beginning to enjoy the interview.

“That’s the mosh amazing story I’ve ever herad.” You swore. “You’re a hero. A real life hero.”

“Okay. He put a carton of eggs in a hot box. He’s not Mother Theresa.” Tom pouted.

“You and Tom should come over and meet her sometime.” Josh suggested.

“Good. Bring the conversation back to Tom.” Conor nodded.

“Yeah. I’m feeling better now.” Tom agreed.

“Tom doesn’t have time be there. It can just be you and I.” You said as you looked at him through your lashes. Josh looked panicked.

“Never mind.” Tom groaned, clenching his stomach.

“What’s your last name, Josh?” You asked as you twirled some hair around your finger.

“Pieters.” Josh informed you.

“Pieters? That’s so cute. I love the way it sounds. Can you imagine it with my name? Y/n Pieters.” You smiled. “Doesn’t that just sound effervescent?”

“It sounds lovely, Y/n.” Josh said, eyeing you strangely.

“Toms still dead but if he were alive right now, he’d be livid.” Conor sighed as he listened.

“I can hear it. And I am in fact livid.” Tom said from his newly claimed spot on the floor.

“You know who else’s last name sounds good on me? Osterfield.” You were pulling out all the guns now. “I think Y/n Osterfield sounds great. Don’t you agree?”

“Uhhh…” Josh feared for his life if he agreed.

“Don’t you dare agree.” Tom grumbled through the microphone.

“Say you like Y/n Holland best.” Conor suggested.

“That’s good. Say that.” Tom nodded.

“I think Y/n Holland sounds better than both of those.” Josh told you.

“You think?” You made a face. “I actually hate Toms last name. It doesn’t fit with anything. It’s too long.”

“Osterfield is longer.” Josh reminded you.

“I bet Osterfield is longer.” You said and winked at the camera. Tom caught the double meaning and started sweating profusely.

“Ask her if she plans to take my last name when we’re married.” Tom asked, fully panicking now.

“Are you gonna take his last name when you’re married?” Josh repeated.

“Yeah, like we’re getting married.” You laughed.

“She doesn’t want to marry me?” Tom asked, all anger draining from him. It was replaced with devastation and defeat.

“Ask her if she wants to marry Tom.” Conor said as he watched Toms fallen face carefully.

“You guys aren’t planning on getting married?” Josh asked, feeling himself beginning to sweat.

“We are.” You nodded and Tom sighed in relief. “To other people.” You added.

“She killed me and now she’s beating my corpse with a phone book.” Tom said in exasperation.

“Try to change the subject again away from marriage.” Conor pleaded for Toms sake.

“Your hair looks really nice today.” Josh blurted.

“That’s not helping!” Tom shouted.

“Thank you! I really like your hair too. I totally have a thing for gingers.” You nodded.

“Said no one ever!” Tom scoffed.

“Abandon that conversation immediately. New plan! Ask her what her favorite thing about Tom is.” Conor shrugged.

“Speaking of Tom, whats your favorite thing about him?” Josh asked, ignoring the insult from Tom.

“My favorite thing about Tom? That’s easy.” You smiled and Tom did too. “He always puts the toilet seat down after he’s done. I hate when boys leave it up. So, probably that.”

“Her favorite thing about me is how I put the toilet seat down?” Tom asked with a blank stare.

“Ask her something else about him. He’s dying, Josh. He’s on his last leg.” Conor begged.

“Finish this sentence: my boyfriend gives the best…” Josh began.

“Kisses.” You gushed. Josh looked at the camera for approval and he heard Tom sigh happily into the microphone. “Just kidding, he gives the best directions. He’s really good at giving people directions. His kisses are lack luster, but I’m sure that doesn’t surprise anyone.”

“Ask her what in the the absolutely, positively, burning, bloody hell that meant?” Tom quipped.

“Why not?” Josh asked you.

“Do I have to say it?” You asked.

“Make her say it.” Tom ordered.

“Yes.” Josh nodded.

“No lips.” You shrugged.

“Can’t argue with her on that one, mate.” Conor told Tom.

“Can you get her to say one nice thing about me before my ghost ascends into heaven?” Tom sighed in defeat.

“What do you love about him? There must be something, right? Why else would you be together?” Josh asked you. You decided it was time to let up.

“There is something I love about Tom.” You smiled dreamily.

“Thank God.” Tom said, leaning forward to hear you clearly.

“Finally.” Conor after.

“Really? What is it?” Josh asked.

“What I really, truly love about Tom,” you smiled at the camera, “is how he thinks he can prank me better than I can prank him.”

“What?” Josh laughed as he realized you’d be toying with him.

“Wait, what?” Tom stuttered.

“What?” Conor asked at the 50th turn the video had taken.

“Come on, Josh. I smelt BS as soon as I walked in here.” You declared. “You think I haven’t seen Conners video where you pranked Tom exactly like this? You boys must think I’m dumb.”

“Wait a minute, she what? What?” Tom tried to wrap his head around what he was hearing.

“Would you look at that.” Conor said, dumbfounded.

“You knew it was a prank and you let us believe we were pranking you this entire time?” Josh asked, not bothering to hide how impressed he was.

“Yup.” You popped the p.

“Come on.” Tom pulled Connor out of the room and ran to where you and Josh were. You burst out laughing when you saw Toms red face.

“Ha! I knew I’d get you.” You clapped as you pulled Tom into a hug. “You should’ve known better than to challenge me. You know they call me Prank Sinatra.”

“No one calls you that.” He mumbled as his cheeks flamed up in embarrassment that you’d gotten him so good.

“Modern day Prank Ocean.” You shrugged smugly.

“How did you know it was a prank?” Conor asked you.

“I watch you and Josh all the time. I know a prank when I see one. I got you guy so good, thinking I liked the name Josh and all that.” You said triumphantly.

“Hey.” Josh warned.

“Sorry.” You apologized.

“So all your answers were…” Tom began.

“Complete and utter lies?” You finished. “Why yes, yes they were. Every last one.”

“You made all that up? All that stuff about my accent and not liking to work with me?” He asked hopefully, needing to hear you confirm it.

“Obviously! When do I ever say “effervescent”? You should’ve known I was only joking, lover.” You assured him as you pressed a kiss to his lips. “I’d never say that stuff. I love your accent and I love working with you.

“And the marriage stuff?” He said softly. You knew you took it a little too far with that one.

“If you want that to happen, you know what to do.” You shrugged casually and he blushed.

“I cannot believe you pranked us this badly. I feel so defeated.” Conor sighed.

“You shouldn’t have challenged the queen of pranks.” You told him as Tom presses kissed of relief to your cheek.

“Wait, what about what you said about wanting to date Chris Evans?” He remembered.

“Thanks for watching everybody! Bye!” You said to the camera before running out of the room.

“Wait! You didn’t answer my question!” Tom said as he ran after you.

“Don’t forget to subscribe!” You shouted from the hallway.

“What she said.” Conor smiled again the camera before turning it off.

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[idek-k1]

Mrs. Maynard || Conor Maynard

Warnings: none except fluffy

Today is the day I marry the love of my life. He is my bestfriend and the man of my dreams. I’m about to be Mrs. Conor Maynard and I couldn’t be happier. ** Le Time Skip (bc couldn’t think of anything for the wedding 🙃)***

Its time for the reception and suddenly Conor was up onstage with a microphone. I’m a little scared because who knows what Conor will say. Before Conor was about to make his speech Jack made a joke about how Conor is saying goodbye to freedom forever. Conor starts talking , and everyone is silent, “ First off I would like to thank everyone who helped pull this amazing wedding off and who came to witness me marry the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. I would like to thank the new Mrs. Maynard for saying yes when I proposed. I just can’t believe I married such a wonderful woman. To list some more good points about my new wife, y/n, to show a few reasons why I love her. She’s caring, intelligent, hardworking, loving, beautiful, has great taste in music mainly because she listens to mine, and she has amazing taste in guys. I just love her so much and I can’t wait to spend my life with her. Now I know one thing that definitely will get her in trouble it’s her mouth. She doesn’t know just when to stop talking but I love all her quirks even the ones some people find bad or annoying. I’ll love her more and more each day.” Everyone clapped as Conor ended his speech and I realized I was crying. Conor walks up to me and wipes some of my tears away. Then he just holds my face with his hands and leans in to kiss me. We kiss and like every time there are the fireworks I hope will always be there.

[defencelesslou]

loOK AT HOW HIS FACE LIGHTS UP WOW