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Sleep Deprivation- Conor Maynard Imagine

Author’s Note: Ok guys this is my very FIRST imagine! So please be nice. I just wanted to try and write this cute idea that came to me randomly, I hope you like it!

Word Count: 763

Summary: You and Conor recently had a baby. With being a new parent, Conor back in the studio, and sleep problems, it gets to be too much. However you don’t want pull him away from work. You want to handle it on your own. 


You were a new mother. It had been a little over 2 months since you and Conor had your little man. A beautiful baby boy named Everett. Everett Colin Maynard. For the most part he was a pretty happy baby, but he seemed to hate it when his dad was away.

Conor’s a great dad. Very hands on and involved. Which you loved, but he also had to go back to work. He was putting a lot of time into finishing his second album. Which meant many late nights in the studio. Leaving you and Everett alone. You didn’t want to make him worry and have him put his music on hold. You wanted to prove you could handle being a new parent. But sleep deprivation was starting to wear on you. The house wasn’t very tidy and you were getting stressed out. For whatever reason the past couple nights Everett would cry on and off nonstop. You just could not get him to sleep. You tried everything. Bouncing him, rocking him, feeding him, giving him a pacifier. Nothing seemed to be working. 

One night, you were sat in the nursery with your wailing infant. Rocking back and forth, trying to soothe him with a soft voice. 

“C'mon Everett. Shh…baby it’s ok. Please try to go to sleep. Mommy is so tired!” you pleaded.

 You instantly knew you needed some help, but you weren’t going to bother Conor. You looked at the clock which read 1 am. Surely Jack would be awake. You reached for your cell phone on the changing table and dialed him. 

It rang a couple times before you heard a sleepy voice say, “HHelllooo? What is it (Y/N)? Everything ok?" 

"Hi Jack, I’m sorry to wake you..but I could really use some help. I’m just so tired. The baby won’t stop crying….” You started to sob. “I’ve tried everything and Conor’s in the studio recording and I…I.." 

 Jack interrupted you, ”(Y/N) alright, alright. Try to take a deep breath for me.“

 You took a few deep breaths. 

"Good. Very good. Ok, I’m going to hang up now and come over to help straight away alright?" 

"Thank you Jack” you sighed.

~A few minutes later you heard the door unlock~

“Jack, we’re in the nursery."you called.

 Footsteps drew close to the nursery and the door creaked open. Everett still crying in your arms. You turned around in surprise to see not Jack, but Conor standing in front of you. 

"Hey! What are you doing home? I thought you weren’t going to be back for a couple more hours.”, you cried and pulled him in for a kiss.

He stood there and smiled at you. 

“Jack called me and said you were in tears and sounded absolutely exhausted. Why didn’t you tell me you were having a hard time with little man love?” he asked.

“I don’t know. ” you whined. “I guess I just didn’t want you to postpone your music any farther. I thought I could juggle everything and handle this new mom thing. But I’m not going to lie, it’s really fucking exhausting." 

He laughed. He brought his hand to your chin, so your eyes were level with his."Hey look at me gorgeous. We’re a family. Family is everything to me. As much as I love music and how hard I’ve been trying to complete this album, you two will always come first.”

Your heartfelt moment was soon interrupted by baby cries. 

"Now you give him to me and go to our room to get some rest. Go on! We’ll be fine!” he insisted. 

You handed the baby over to him and walked towards the door. Before you headed to go back to bed, you decided to look in on the boys. As you crept back towards the nursery, it was quiet. You peeked through the crack in the doorway to see Conor sat in the rocking chair. He began singing a lullaby and rocking gently back and forth. 

“Light up, light up.. As if you have a choice. Even if you cannot hear my voice I’ll be right beside you dear…” (Run- Snow Patrol)

He sang Everett one of his favorite early covers. Yours too.

You stood there thinking about how grateful you were to have Conor. Not only was he an amazing man, he was an amazing father. Even though you were exhausted, the house was in disarray, and you were kinda clueless about this whole parenting thing, you had your boys. And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Title: Baby Blues (pt.2 snippet)

Words: 1,106
Rating: T for Teen (death mention)
Pairing: Bea x Mae, Gregg x Angus
Summery: The time has finally arrived, and though Bea and Mae should be happy and supportive for their friends–especially at a time where they had now became fathers–it’s kind of hard to be so supportive if you had to drive an hour’s length to a city at five in the morning. Also, Bea could’ve sworn that Mae didn’t really care for babies….why is she in a good mood, of all people?

Author’s comments: SO here is another part of the snippet I had worked on, which takes place a little bit after my first ‘Baby Blues’ snippet… This part is in Bea’s point of view, which was pretty interesting to write about too… Hopefully I can get to write everyone’s different point of view with future snippets or the like. For now, enjoy part two!


Honorable mentions: @j4m-ch4n (who not only wanted to see my stories, but also helped me for writing the summeries on my works lol). @cryssalia (who is still an inspiration to me, and I just love their works in general (owo)b ).

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You don't need him, I'll help you get over it. Just Saying...

I’ve been best friends with 5 seconds of summer for awhile now, I suppose. I met them at a Starbucks when I traveled out of state almost-wow, almost a year ago-after I realized I had lost the cash I had to pay for my drink and Luke offered to pay for me and Ashton invited me to sit with them after Michael made a comment about his love for my All Time Low shirt. We talked about bands and laughed about stupid, random things and they were all so happy when I admitted my love for their band. As time went by I began to come with them on tour when the boys invited me along just after i got fired from my job since I had nothing else. So, I happily agreed to accompany them, excited for the opportunity to join my best friends and see the world as much of it as I could. After that, I of course got along well with all of the boys, but Michael and I just got really close. People often accused us of flirting and I’ll admit that I might have a slight, teeny crush on him, but he would never like me that way, could you imagine, oh well. Anyway, now I have a boyfriend named Nathan. I met him when the boys and I were in LA. He was just there, really when I went out for coffee. He was inside the coffee shop having an obvious argument with a worker about his drink getting mixed up and not having the money to pay for the drink he was charged for. I approached the counter, getting ready to order my drink when Nathan asked me to pay for his drink, so I did. What can I say? He was pretty cute and I don’t like being rude and I suppose he did ask nicely enough. But, that’s how we met and I ended up agreeing to give him my number, he texted me, after three days, but hey, he did. He ended up asking me out and I saw no reason not to, so I did. Michael didn’t seem to thrilled about that.. But he’s always been a bit protective over me. About Michael, he and Nathan don’t get along too well. Nathan doesn’t get along with any of the boys, they think he’s just some future-less loser. Actually, Nathan seems to have trouble getting along well with people in general, I have tried to get him to be more considerate of people but he’s just stuck in his ways, I suppose..

Well, today’s the 2 month anniversary since I have started dating Nathan and I’m not exactly happy, but sometimes he makes me feel a bit happy, besides he’s right, if he wasn’t with me nobody else would be..oh well. The thing i’m most excited about is tomorrow night, though. See, tomorrow night is the one year anniversary that I met the boys and Michael insisted on having a mini celebration with just the boys and I, and Michael told me he was going to sing me some songs he was working on and we could watch movies and laugh and just not stress for awhile. Nathan wouldn’t be attending,which made Michael overjoyed. Nate said he “had something better to do”. Whatever, tomorrow night was going to be great, I was looking forward to it so much.

Nate has decided that we have to get dinner tonight at 7;30 pm sharp at a place of his choosing, so I agree just to avoid arguments. I’m waiting at the restaurant Nate told me to be at and its currently-wow, 8:20 pm- Nate’s late again, why am I not surprised. Regardless of my knowledge that this is usual for him I take out my phone and send him a text to make sure he didn’t just completely ditch me.

Sent: Nathan, where are you? Do you know what time it is? 

Received *from Nathan* : Babe, chill, okay? i’ll be there in like 5 minutes, I was just busy with something, stop nagging me.

Sent: Fine, just hurry, please

Finally, 10 minutes later I see Nate walking in to come sit down with me, and- oh my god, he looks awful, he didn’t even try. His hair is a mess, and his clothes are just wrinkly and messy. Whatever I think as I order my food, just a salad because I don’t want to hear Nathan complain about  how he will not be seen with a girlfriend who eats like a pig. I’ll just ask Mikey to bring over some candy later. Nate orders, steak of course, expensive and ‘manly’. I can’t help but roll my eyes as he just sits texting people through the entire wait for our food. Sometimes I wonder why I stay with him, but then again, who else do I have? Michael’s the one I love, I know that, but he’s amazing and nice, and too good for me and he would never think of me like that. I occupy myself with thoughts of Michael as I eat my salad, trying to ignore the caveman-like sounds my lovely boyfriend is making while gobbling down his meat-tastic dinner. Thankfully, we finish eating at the same time, so now we can leave. The check gets here and I hope that this will be the one time he pays, but nope, nope he just pushes the check to me and gets up to leave before apparently remembering that I exist so he gives me a peck on my cheek and mutters a quick 'bye babe, seeya" I just look at the waiter and smile slightly before sighing and going to pay the check before I headed home. I needed sleep, bad.

Last night, after I got home after my 'date’ with Nate, I showered and pulled on some sweats and one of Michael’s band tees that he had cut the sleeves off of before climbing into bed and checking my phone for messages.

Received *from Mikey (:* : Hey, how’d your date go? Wait, let me guess, late again, oh and you paid didn’t you? Don’t lie to me.

Sent: Yes -_- he was late and I paid, okay Michael ugh stop being right okay? You suck >:p

Received *from Mikey (:* : Thought so. And hey :( I don’t suck, your gross boyfriend does

Sent: I know you don’t like him, Mike.. 

Received *from Mikey (:* : He sickens me. I’m just saying, you deserve better…

Sent: no i don’t. besides it’s not like I have a bunch of guys who treat girls better than Nate waiting to be with me

Received *from Mikey (:* : right, well I got to go to sleep now, but I’ll see you tomorrow night, I can’t wait, :) love ya, goodnight 

Sent: me neither, it’ll be awesome. Love ya too, goodnight 

I fell asleep moments after I set my phone down and woke up hours later to check the time. When I saw it was noon, I just turned over and went back to sleep, the boys and I weren’t meeting up until 5:30 pm anyway and Nate was busy today, but I wasn’t. I woke up to my phone singing the boys’ cover of teenage dirtbag signaling that Michael was calling. I stretched, yawned and rubbed my eyes slightly before answering the call.

“Hello?” I answered tiredly blinking my eyes, trying to get myself to wake up. 

“Hey, Y/N! Get out of bed, lazy.” Michael giggled into the phone. Sometimes, I hated how well he knew me.

“Whatever, Clifford, you’re one to talk.” I rolled my eyes at his scoffing noise he made into the phone at my sarcastic reply.

“Well, anyway, you should get ready, though. I’ll be there in like 10 minutes to get you.” Michael said, making me open my eyes wide and jump out of bed. 

“What? What time is it? And, Michael, You don’t have to come and get me, your room is just down the hall from mine.” I giggled into the phone at the end of my sentence.

“Well, yeah, but I want to, it’s more special like that. Oh, and it;s-uh- 5:05 to answer your question.” He said into the phone as I slowly realized that I spent the entirety of the day sleeping. Awesome I think, nodding to myself in the mirror as I pull on my skinny jeans.

“Ok, Mikey, I’ll be ready, bye seeya soon.” I quickly say trying to find a bra, deciding to wear another one of Michael’s cutoff band tees for tonight with my favorite red flannel and my converse. 

He mutters a giggly 'goodbye’ before hanging up, giving me time to finish getting ready. I fix my hair pretty quick, and just apply some black eyeliner, mascara, and light red lipstick. Then, I hear a knock on the door. Michael already? It must be, but it’s only been like 5 minutes. I open the door to reveal Michael as he looks at me and smiles. 

“Whoa, Y/N, you look amazing.” He said still smiling wide. i blush slightly at his words and smile back, thanking him. “Shall we?” Michael said while holding open my room door for me as I walked out giggling and locking the door when he shut it before we head over to his and Ashton’s shared room. Michael and I walk in and Luke and Calum are already playing games. I look to see that they’re playing Mario Kart as I say Hi to both of them and Ashton, who’s seated on the couch watching the two boys play and navigating through Twitter on his phone. 

A few hours later

Calum and Luke have gone back to their hotel room and Ashton decided to join them , they were all tired or bored, I guess. So, that left me and Michael to hang out, like we always do. We just played some games for awhile before I brought up the fact that Michael promised to play me some songs he’s been working on. He loved to play me songs he was writing, said I was the target audience anyway, so why not. I loved it too,of course, it was great to see the passion and pride he had for his music.

He goes to get his guitar and I notice his lyric notebook is left on the table with a page marked down. So, naturally, I look at that page. I open Michael’s notebook to the marked page and begin to read the lyrics before my mind catches up with just what exactly I’m looking at on the page in front of me and I get lost in it.

'You got a boyfriend and he’s a total loser, all your friends tell you that he’s got no future. But they like me.. Just Saying..  

He barely takes you out, if he does he’s late, and when the check comes he always makes you pay, i’d never do that…Just Saying..

You should leave him cause it really make me sick..Just Saying..Just Saying..

You don’t need him, I’ll help you get over it..Just Saying..Just Saying

When you change your mind, I’ll be waiting Cause i’m better than him Just Saying …….’

And among the lyrics written all over the page was.. my name? weird… I snapped out of it when my phone buzzed in my pocket I had two messages from Nate and a message from Ash. I’ll check Ashton’s message first. 

Received *from Ash :p* : Y/N i’m sorry, Mike told me not to say anything but I have to, Nathan’s cheating on you..he has been. Mike asked us not to say anything he didn’t want you to be hurt, we’re sorry… attached to Ashton’s message was a picture of Nate making out with a tall blonde girl and gripping her butt. I just sighed and admitted that it wasn’t too shocking and yeah, it hurt, but I can’t believe Michael cares so much.

Received *from Nathan* : Hey babe, I’ll be there in 20 minutes, okay, can’t wait, still sorry I wasn’t there last night, I had a meeting but I love you.

Received *from Nathan* : Oh shit um sorry Y/N that wasn’t for you.. Well, now is a good time to mention that I think we should break up..

Sent: Nathan, I agree, good luck with your life

I put my phone away after thanking Ashton and continued reading the lyrics after hearing a thud and and apology from Michael, explaining that he had just a few more things to do as his getting his guitar had turned into some sort of task. I just laughed and forgave Michael. ..Oh, well these lyrics make sense now i guess.

'He says he loves you but it’s all an act. He’s seeing someone else right behind your back. You know i’d never do that …Just Saying..’

I stop reading and look up as Michael stumbles back into the room with his guitar in hand and something obviously hidden behind his back as he had pink cheeks and a smile on his face that falls off his face as he looks to the book in my lap. “Mikey…” I say putting the book down and standing up to face Michael as he put his guitar down and kept the surprise behind him. “So, I-uh- I guess you know now, then.” He said blushing hard and looking at me hopefully.

“Yeah. I mean, I think. Well, am I right? Did you right that song about me? Are you,uh, are you in love with me Michael?” I questioned him hoping I guessed right. He didn’t answer. He just smiled at me and pulled out from behind his back a red rose, my favorite, just one, like I’ve always wanted. Sometimes, I loved how he knew me so well. “Of course I;m in love with you, you loser, how could I not be?” He joked laughing slightly at me as I accepted the flower and smiled at him returning his affections. He hugged me tight after I told him about Nathan and our failed relationship but I kissed him after he asked if I would date him now instead. “Of course I’ll date you. I mean, you are better than him..Just Saying..” I said giving Michael a flirty wink as he just hugged me close and laughed kissing the top of my head. For the first time in a long time, I was happy with my boyfriend. 

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