Is He Here? // Conor Maynard

Word Count- 2402


Hey there! Hope you’re having a great day! Could I place a request for a Couple nor imagine please? The plot could maybe be where he comes back from tour a week early and the reader doesn’t know about and he asks the rest of the buttercreams to help him surprise you. If not then it’s no problem. Thanks x


Four months, 15 days, and 10 hours. You had been counting. Conor left exactly Four months, 15 days, and 10 hours ago. And you missed him more and more with every passing second. He had gone on the North American leg of his worldwide tour. His second album was #1 on all the charts and most of his concerts were sold out. You couldn’t be happier for him; but the emptiness in your heart was undeniable.

It’s not that Conor ignored you. No, it was rather the opposite. He’d make sure to text you non-stop throughout the day and sometimes, if you were lucky, you’d get a random snap from the tour bus or dressing room. Every Sunday night, he’d Skype you and you two would talk until you fell asleep.

Yesterday he was in New York, tonight he’d be playing in Ohio, and tomorrow he’d be in Indiana. You kept up with his shows, watching the Instagram and twitter posts and the overflowing snaps stories; but mainly Jack’s.

The younger Maynard had decided to help George with the DJ’ing part of Conor’s tour. So most of your nights were filled with you sitting on your couch re-watching Jacks story over and over again just to get a glimpse of your boyfriend.

Tonight would’ve been like every other one, but you chose to dive into a new TV show. You needed something to take your mind off of Conor, just for a little bit. As you clicked onto the next episode of Shameless, you’re phone buzzed.

From Oli:

Don’t make plans on Friday, Caspar and I want to take you out to lunch.

You giggled as you typed a response.

From Y/n:

I have a boyfriend.

A few minutes later he replied.

From Oli:

Haha very funny. But seriously, we miss you.

This made you smile. You hadn’t seen either of them since Joe’s house party a few weeks back.

From Y/n:


From Oli:

Caspar and I

From Y/n:

Miss you guys too :) pick me up at noon?

The rest of the night was spent curled up in your half empty bed, trying to focus on the lives of the Gallagher’s rather than your own.


Four months, 16 days, and 4 hours.

His American leg was supposed to be six months, then he’d come back to London for two weeks. Then he’d be heading on to the South American leg of his tour for another 5-6 months.

It was less than two months until you would see him again, but it felt like a lifetime. You just had to wait a little bit longer.

You were currently cleaning the flat; not that it needed it though. Then your phone rang.

“Hey.” You said as you organized the movies on the shelf.

“Hey, Y/n.” Joe’s voice rang through the phone.

“What’s up Joe?” you were only half focused on the conversation.

“I was just wondering if you were busy on Friday,” he said.

“Actually yeah, I am.” you said, but then realized how rude that sounded.

“Oh…” you could tell he was feeling awkward.

“I am so sorry! That sounded so rude,” you laughed to try and lighten the mood. “But I’m going out to lunch with Oli and Caspar. You’re more than welcome to join us.”

“Oh no, that’s okay.”

“Joe,” you said sternly.


“You’re going to lunch with us. Just come over to the flat at 11:30. Oli will pick us up at noon.”

“No, Y/n. I don’t want to intrude.”

“Joe, you’re part of the group. It’s not intruding.”

“Fine,” he sighed. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Great!” you cheered and then ended the call.


Four months, 17 days 2 hours.

You woke up rather late on Friday. It was a complete accident though. You had stayed up on Thursday watching Conor’s old videos. It was very emotional and you just couldn’t fall asleep. So then you headed over to his Instagram and just scrolled, reminiscing all the old moments. Before you knew it, it was 3 o’clock in the morning.

So as you slowly made your way to the kitchen, you were in no rush to get ready.

Then there was a knock at that door. You stared at it for a solid 30 seconds before reluctantly dragging yourself to the door.

“Morning love!” Mikey smiled brightly at you.

“Mikey, what the bloody hell are doing at my flat at 10 in the morning?” you let him in nonetheless.

“Am I not allowed to hang out with my favorite person?” he laughed, grabbing a bowl from the cabinet.

“I guess you’re right.” You laughed, following his suit. “But I have plans today.”

Panic flashed across his face and he started stuttering, “I- what- you- I mean… you have plans? What plans? With who?”

You laughed, “Calm down mom.”

“I’m not your mom.”

“I could’ve sworn you were,” you said in a serious tone, but your face showed you were being sarcastic.

“But seriously, what are your plans?”

You grabbed the milk from the fridge, “Going out to lunch with Oli, Caspar and Joe.”


“Yeah, do you want to come?” you handed him his preferred cereal and waited for a reply.

“No, I um… I already had plans too,” he played with the spoon in his hand.

“Then why’d you come over?” you gave him a small smile.

“I uh, I wanted to see you duhh.”

“Mikey, you can come with us. They won’t mind.”

“Okay,” he flashed his classic smile which made you smile.

You two finished your breakfast and Mikey happily waited in the living room as you got ready. While you continued to do your hair, you heard a knock at the door.

“Hey, Mikey? Could you get the door?” you yelled from the bathroom.

“Sure,” he replied and a few seconds later another pair of feet were padding around your living room.

“I’ll be done in five minutes, I promise!”

“Don’t rush love, I’m early.” Joe called from the living room.


“Hey,” you said opening the doors. “I invited Joe and Mikey as well. Hope you don’t mind.”

Oli gave you a hug, “Of course not.”

“The more the merrier, right?” Caspar smiled, pulling you in for a hug.

Oli and Caspar arrived at your flat around 11:50 and since none of your cars were big enough to fit all 5 of you, you had to wait for an Uber.

You five finally made it to Central London by 12:30 and had lunch at a small little sandwich place. Lunch went by smoothly. Caspar, Oli and Joe vlogging part of it and all four of you helping Mikey talk to a girl on Tinder.

“Would you mind if we stopped by a few shops before we head back?” you ask the boys as you leave.

“I don’t see why not,” Oli looked at the other boys for assurance.

“As long as we stop by TopShop,” Joe said.

“Yay!” you squealed, wrapping your arms around Mikey and Caspar’s neck.


The boys hadn’t complained once since you started shopping, which was very unusual.

“So why aren’t you begging me to go home yet?” you asked as you walked to another shop.

“Huh?” Mikey asked.

“What do you mean?” Oli questioned.

“You guys hate shopping. So why are you guys not complaining?”

“We don’t mind it,” Joe smiled.

“Bullshit,” you stopped walking. “What’s going on? Why are you guys being so weird?”

“We’re not being weird,” Caspar laughed. “We just want you to have a good day.”

“That’s all, love.” Mikey added.

“But why?”

“Because we know you miss him,” Oli said simply.

“Oh,” you looked at the ground. “Thanks.”

“Of course, love.” Joe smiled.

“Ready to go home?” you headed towards a bench.

“Uh,” Oli said, grabbing his phone.

“What’s wrong?” you furrowed your eyebrows.

“Just gotta… call the Uber!” he said and rushed off.

“Since when do you call Uber’s?”

“It’s Oli, he’ll realize soon enough.” Caspar laughed causing the three of you to join in.


After another 30 minutes, the Uber finally arrived. The ride was very awkward; you used your phone as an escape from the silence filled car. Meanwhile, all the boys were exchanging worried looks as the car arrived closer to its destination.

You finally dragged your eyes away from the illuminating screen. But you weren’t where you were supposed to be. The Uber stopped.

“Why are we at Jack’s?” you glared at the boys.

“I forgot something here a few days ago,” Joe gave you a sheepish smile.

“Okay,” you said, unlocking your phone again.

“Hey Casp, wanna help me look for it?” Joe asked as he opened the door. The blonde nodded and followed the older man into the building.

“Where the hell are they??” you whined. It had been a solid five minutes.

“Let me go check,” Mikey slipped out of the Uber and ran into the building Joe and Caspar had walked into a few minutes earlier.

You gave Oli a look and he just awkwardly looked out the window.

“I’m sorry, but I really need to go get some other people.” The Uber driver gives you an apologetic look through the rearview mirror.

You sighed and grabbed your bags, “It’s okay, and have a great day!”

“Sorry,” Oli says, scratching his neck as you two stood out in the cold.

“Might as well go help the others look,” you walked into the building.

Oli followed you and pulled out his vlogging camera. He began speaking to the camera, making sure not to bother you. When the elevator doors opened, he switched the camera onto you.

“What are you doing?” you looked past the camera and continue towards Jack’s door.

“Just vlogging,” he shrugged.

You turned back, “Mikey? Why aren’t you in there?”

“Uh…” he stammered, holding a camera as well. “Just go in.”

You gave both boys a weird look but opened the door nonetheless.

“Joe? Caspar? What are looking for?” you ask as you walk in, keeping your eyes on Oli.

“Oh uh, hi.” Josh said. “You weren’t supposed to be here yet.”

“Josh? What are you doing here?!?!” you questioned.

“What? Who’s here?” Joe appeared from the hallway, Caspar right behind. “What are you doing up here?”

“Waiting for you! The Uber left. What’s going on here?”

“Nothing,” they all say in unison.

“Tell me what’s going on.” You demanded. “Now.”

“Hey Joe, is Y/n still in the Uber?” a familiar voice says, it’s respective body emerging from the hallway.

“Jack?” you whisper.

“Uh, hi?” he says.

“You’re supposed to be on tour…” you continued to whisper, more to yourself than to him.

“About that…” he trailed off.

Tears began to well in your eyes, “Is he here?”

No one answered.

You looked at each boy, all of them looking at each other for help.

“Is he here?” you repeated, voice weak.

Jack nodded, and stepped out of the way of the hallway. You sprinted from where you previously were to the door of Jack’s room. Your hand slowly went to the doorknob, but you quickly remove it. You were anxious.

It had been exactly four months, 17 days, 8 hours, 48 minutes, and 36 seconds since you had last seen him in person.

39 seconds.

43 seconds.

You just stood there. You were scared. What if he had changed? What if you had changed? What if you two weren’t meant for each other anymore?

Who cares? You love him.

You knew you were right. So you grabbed the handle and turned it, slowly opening the door.

He was looking in the mirror, checking his hair and outfit.

He had changed. He was buffer. His biceps were a lot more defined than when he left. He was also tanner. His completion looking extra good in his grey t shirt.

He hadn’t noticed you yet. He grabbed the flowers on the bed and turned to face you; a huge smile spreading across his face when he saw you.

“Ello, love.” He chuckled.

“What are you doing here?” you said quietly.

“I got a week off, and I had to see you.” He smiled.

You stood there for a few more seconds until you lunged yourself into his arms. He instantly dropped the roses and pulled you closer to him.

“I missed you so much baby,” he breathed into your neck. “So. Fucking. Much.”

“I missed you too,” you hugged him tighter, which he returned.

You two finally let go, but Conor kept his arms wrapped around your waist; and yours around his neck.

“You’re only here for a week?” you pouted.

“Yeah, but I had a question,” he started.

“Well ask away.”

“Come with me.”


“On tour.”

You stepped back, “Are you serious? Because I swear to God if this is a prank, I’m going to kill you,” you turned around, looking for cameras.

He chuckled and laced your hands with his, “It’s not a prank, I promise.”

“Yes, of course I’ll go on tour with you,” you laughed, hugging him again.

“I have been waiting four months to hold you again,” he smiled, pulling you closer.

“And I’ve waited four months to kiss you again,” you giggled.

“Is that right?” he asked sarcastically, causing you to giggle again.

“Yes, so are you gonna make my wish come true?”

“Well, since mine did. I guess, I could help yours a little,” he exaggerated. He brought his lips to your neck and then to you jaw and then your cheek.

“There you go, wish come true.” He said, pulling away.

“Asshole,” you laughed.

“Did you expect something else?” he asked seriously, but his toothy smile showed you otherwise.

“A little,” you shrugged. “But you’re a bad kisser anyways.”

“Don’t lie,” he smirked. “You know my kisses are the best.”

“Prove it,” you smirked back.

Conor cupped your face in his hands, leaning closer to you.

“God, you are so beautiful,” he whispered, putting his forehead against yours. “I love you, Y/n.”

“I love you too,” you whispered back.

He captured your lips in a kiss; it was all over the place. You two went from a heavy make-out session to little pecks all over each other’s bodies and then finally to what you guys have lacked the most in the past 4 months. And Conor definitely made sure to let you know how much he missed you that night.

“Hello, I’m Ashton,” - Caspar Lee | 1 day

Here’s a clip of Joe and Caspar doing an impression of Ashton and Luke. Since 5sos is performing at AMA’s today and its Joe and Caspar Hit the Road World Premiere, I thought i’d be cool if I posted this. ALSO JOE SUGG IS SINGING GUYS CMON +

Conor Maynard- Just Fall In Love And You’ll Get Killed

Aye I’m back! x  Hope you enjoy! xx

Love, it’s made out to be this incredible thing that is breathtakingly amazing and makes you feel like you’re living in a romance movie. Love is when in a sea of people you’re always searching for that one person, that one person you’re head over heels for. It can be that great but love is such a powerful thing and with light, there is always darkness. Love controls people, makes them do dangerous and reckless things. Love can bring people great happiness but it can also cause an immense amount of pain.

That was the problem with you and Conor, you loved each other more than anything else on this planet. You loved each other so much, just the thought of losing one another breaks your heart. But things aren’t all butterflies and blue skies, at the end of the day you always end up hurting each other It makes you wonder why love has to be so complicated.

You sat on the floor of your apartment, studying the hard wooden floor; trying to make the tears go away. You had just had a yelling match with Conor about god knows what. He had stormed out, saying he’d had enough of you. His words stung like salt in a wound. These days you seemed to forget the real reason you two were still together because it felt like all this relationship bought was pain. Sometimes you wondered if the only reason you stayed together because it was less hassle than breaking up, that it was just easier this way.

Your arguments got so heated so fast. You could go from bickering about Conor liking other girls Instagram photos to full on arguing about deep and personal issues in a matter of minutes. It seemed like at this point you were argugin more than you were smiling.

As you sighed and place your head in your hands, you head someone knocking gently on the door, you knew it was Conor. You rose to your feet and unlocked the door, it must have locked itself when he slammed it shut earlier. After pulling the door open you looked up to see Conor giving you a sad smile It suddenly dawned on you as you looked up at his tear stained face and red eyes how tired he had begun to look lately. The bags under his eyes had grown darker, the wrinkles on his forehead had become more prominent and it looked like he hadn’t bothered shaving in days. All this arguing was exhausting both of you.

“Love is going to kill us one day, I swear,” You thought.

You pulled Conor into a hug, he wrapped his arm around your waist and held you close to him. You could hear his heart beat and smell his cologne, it was so comforting. Sometimes after arguing all you needed was for him to hug you, make you feel safe. Conor slowly pulled out of the hug.

“I think we need to talk.” He whispered.

You nodded sadly.

You both sat on the sofa, facing each other. You held your breath waiting for him to began talking.

“Y/n what are we going to do, baby? I mean let’s be honest this relationship is a mess” He chuckled slightly but you could tell it was fake.

“I don’t have a clue what we should do” You sighed and picked at your nails.

“D-do you think it would be better if we erm e-ended things?” You could hear the pain seeping through his voice as he said that.

You froze, it was like suddenly everything became more real. Was this really about to end? It was scary how the relationship you had put your blood, sweat and tears into for the past two years could just end so quickly.

You sat in silence for a few seconds debating what you were going to do. You knew that the next decision you two made was going to have a major impact on your life.

“Con, I don’t want to break up, I don’t want to give up on us. We’ve fought hard for so long to keep this relationship together. I’m not about to give up on all of this.” You insisted.

“But what if this is meant to end.. now.” He murmured, “Y/n what if we’re just not meant to be together forever, I mean this isn’t some damn fairy tale.”

You sniffed, holding back tears.

“We aren’t in a fairy tale, you’re right. But whats stopping us from living like we’re in one. Just because the rest of the world is falling apart doesn’t mean we have to fall with it” You replied.

“Y/n admit it we fell apart a long time ago!” He snapped, you could see tears forming in his eyes.

“But Conor I love you! I love you so god damn much, I would do anything for you!” You yelled.

“I love you too y/n. But love is a fricking curse.” He said.

“If you love me then why do you want to leave me?” You cried, tears sliding down your face.

“Because I don’t think people are meant to be together forever, not us anyway.” He sighed “I love you, I always will but you and me both know if we stay together we’re just going to end up more hurt and I can’t stand seeing you hurt, y/n”

“Please don’t leave me” You blurbed out through the tears that were now falling like rain.

“What do you want me to do? If I stay you know we’ll be having this conversation again soon. How long do you think it’ll be before I end up hurting you again? A few days? A week? A month?” He yelled “Y/n you know we’re just trying to avoid the inevitable. We’re unhealthy for each other just admit it.”

You stayed silent for a while, trying to take it in. This was the terrifying truth. The raw reality. You wished you could bury your head in a pillow and hide from it all forever. But you couldn’t, you had no choice at all but to face it, face him.

You finally managed to say something.

“Please stay, I need you” You croaked out while you shook as you cried.

“I’m sorry, baby but you know it’s whats best,” He said taking your hand in his

“Goodbye y/n”

Conor planted a kiss on your forehead before getting up and leaving for the final time. He left you alone crying your eyes out. How could he do this to you? You called out his name after him, wishing he’d hear you, wishing he’d care.

Wishing he’d come back to you.


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The last one of my current commissions done for @general-grey!
And it’s Caspiron! Ya boy!
Good boy and best boy. Real sunbro.
Fully prepared for jolly cooperation!

It was a pleasure to work on this piece and especially with you!
Thank you very, very much for commissioning me and I hope both you and Casp will have a lot of great days.

Praise the Sun!
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Venom || Joe Sugg Imagine

As long as everyone had known Joe and I had hated each other. Our friends had more often than not had to tear us apart. We didn’t get along.

“Hey Y/N/N, the boys are going out for lunch and you’re coming,” Conor’s voice blasts from my phone.

“Hey Con,” I laugh shifting my phone so it sits between my shoulder and my ear, “Who’s going?”

Conor coughs a little, “Just the boys.” He trails of cautiously.

“Will he be there?” I ask venom seeping through my tone.

Conor laughs nervously, “Who do you mean?”

I scoff, “You know exactly who I mean.”

“I don’t know if he will be there Y/N,” Conor sighs defeatedly. I run my fingers through the ends of my hair harshly.

“If he’s there I’m leaving,” I say quickly.

Conor sighs dramatically, “Y/N.”

I quickly cut him off, “I’ve had enough of his shit Conor.”

“Fine,” He says, I can practically hear the disappointment in his voice. I shake my head at his disappointment. “I’ll see you soon.”

“Where are we meeting?” I ask before he can hang up. He lists off the cafe and shortly after hangs up.

An hour later, I stood in the doorway the cafe, peering in my eyes search for the rowdy group of boys. My E/C eyes meet those of Caspar, who grins and waves me over.  Making my way over to them my eyes rake across the table. No Joe.

Smiling widely at the group,“Hey Guys,” I say excitedly. I sit in the empty seat next to between Conor and Jack. Each of the boys glance nervously at each other.

“What?” I say narrowing my eyes slightly.

“Hey, guys-” His voice says before stopping, “What are you doing here?”

Rolling my eyes I stand from the table only to be yanked back down. “Conor,” I say in a warning tone silently threatening him.

“Let her leave,” Joe laughs condescendingly. Narrowing my eyes at him.

“Shut your fucking face,” I spit, kicking my chair backward eyes shining with anger.

“Whoa Y/N, chill,” Jack says tugging on my arm. I pull my arm away from him forcefully.

“Don’t touch me.” I spit at him venom dripping from my voice. Turning around to lock eyes with Joe, “And you. What’s your problem with me?”

“You’re annoying,” Laughing a little.

“That’s fucking childish.”

He rolls his eyes and crosses his arms over his chest defensively.

“Y/N,” Caspar says standing up.

“What?” I ask throwing my hands in the air, “I’ve not done a fucking thing to him! He has absolutely no reason to be such an asshole to me.”

“Y/N/N,” Conor says drawing my attention away from the other boys.

“What Conor? You’ve all stood by and let him verbally attack me. I’m going to stand up for myself.”

“I wasn’t attacking you,” Joe mumbles eyes cast downwards.

“And what would you call it Sugg?” I cross my arms across my chest. When he stays silent I pick up my stuff and walk around the table and just as I’m about to pass him. I break out into a grin.

“Should we tell the now?” I ask loud enough that they can hear. Eyes locked with Joe’s. He smiles softly eyes sparkling with mischief. He shakes his head softly and takes a step towards me still grinning.

“Whoa mate, what are you doing?” Conor’s panicked voice appears from behind me.

Joe takes another step. He hooks his fingers through my jean loops pulling me towards him smashing our lips together. I grin and trail my fingers up and into his hair.

Gasps from our friends resonate around us as we pull apart.

“Hey Casp, remember when I told you I was seeing someone?” Joe asks wrapping his arm around my waist both of us grinning at our friends.

“Your fucking pricks,” Conor laughs.