Conor imagine where he brings you around for the first time to meet the rest of the boys? Xx
I was wondering if you could do a imagine where the reader is dating Connor and she wants to tell everyone but Connor doesn’t.They fight but ends happy. Inspired by little mix song “secret love song"💕
love Little Mix, love that song, love these two requests put together x
You were quiet as you sat in the passenger seat of Conor’s car. The radio was playing as a soft hum in the background, and that was the only noise that filled the car. Conor was holding your hand in his, both of your hands resting on your thigh. You stared out the window, careful not to let Conor see the tears that were silently rolling down your cheeks. You hated this part of the night, where he had to rush you back to your flat before his roommates came back to his. “Do you think,” you spoke quietly, startling Conor by breaking the silence, “maybe we could go out tomorrow? There’s this cute cafe downtown I’ve been wanting to go to.”
As expected, you were met with a sigh. “You know I don’t want to keep talking about this,” Conor said, his voice gentle but his words stern. “I’m not ready to make this public yet.”
“Right,” you said coldly. “Not ready to make it public, not ready to tell your friends, no, I get it.”
“(Y/N),” he said.
“No, it’s fine,” you said, shaking your head and pulling your hand away from him. “I get it, you’re still embarrassed of me. It’s fine.”
“Why would I be embarrassed of you?” Conor asked. “You know that’s not it.”
“I don’t know what it is then,” you said, finally turning to look at him. “I don’t understand why you won’t tell people. What are you afraid of?”
Conor didn’t say anything. He stared at the road ahead of him, both of his hands clenching the steering wheel. “I see all these couples everywhere I go,” you said. “I see them walking hand in hand down the street, I see them kissing in photos on Instagram, and I wonder why that can’t be us. I wonder why I can’t tell my mom about you when she says so, do you have any men in your life yet dear?” You sniffed and turned to look at Conor again. “Why are you still hiding me?”
You were in the parking lot of your flat now. Conor killed the engine and laid his head on the steering wheel. “I’m scared,” he said quietly.
“Scared?” you repeated. “Of what?”
“I’m scared you’ll run away,” he said, turning his head to look at you. “I’m not, it’s not easy dating me. A lot of girls are caught off guard by the lads. They’re really, I guess, overwhelming is the best way to put it. And the fans, I mean, I’m no Harry Styles but the girls can still get pretty possessive. No one stays because everyone else in my life kind of scares them away from me.” You unbuckled your seat belt and turned to face Conor.
“I’m not going anywhere,” you assured him. “You should know I’m not that easily scared.” Conor smiled and leaned forward to place a kiss to your lips. You smiled before you both pulled away.
“Tomorrow,” he said with a firm nod. “Tomorrow you can meet the lads.”
Tomorrow came and you were getting ready to meet Conor’s brother and friends. Conor picked you up so that you could ride with him to his friend Joe’s flat where everyone was to meet before going out bowling. You couldn’t help but feel nervous. You weren’t nervous that the boys would, as Conor put it, scare you away, but you were nervous that they wouldn’t like you. What if they scared the others away because they deemed them unfit for Conor? You, of course, didn’t share any of this with Conor.
When you and Conor pulled up to Joe’s flat, Conor turned and gave you a smile. “Ready?” he asked.
“Yup,” you said, feigning as much confidence as you could. Conor nodded and opened his car door, to which you did the same.
You and Conor were the last to arrive at Joe’s flat. All six of the other boys were lounging around, talking and laughing loudly with each other. You knew them all from the YouTube channels Conor had shared with you when you first met him. “Lads,” Conor said once he made his entrance. Everyone turned to look at the two of you, looks of confusion spread on all of their faces. “I want you to meet (Y/N), my girlfriend.”
“Girlfriend?” Jack said, his eyebrows furrowed. “What are you talking about?”
“I feel like this is a prank,” Josh laughed, “but you don’t make those videos.”
“Maybe she does,” Mikey offered. “Maybe she’s an up and coming YouTuber-”
“I’m serious,” Conor said firmly, wrapping his arm around your waist. “We’ve been dating for…” he trailed off and looked to you for support.
“Seven months,” you laughed. “So glad you remembered our anniversary yesterday.”
“Are you serious?” Conor said, his eyes wide.
“No I’m just joking,” you teased. “It’s next week or something like that. Even I’m not quite sure.” You both laughed and then looked back at the other boys.
“So this is serious?” Oli clarified.
“Dead serious,” Conor said. “You always scare people away so I didn’t want her to meet-”
“Hang on!” Caspar said defensively. “We don’t scare anyone away!”
“Barking!” Conor laughed. “I could list all the girls you’ve sent packing!”
“A whole list, huh?” you smirked, folding your arms across your chest.
“Uh,” Conor stuttered, “I mean, there’s only been one or two I suppose.” The other boys laughed and began listing some of the girls Conor had introduced to them. “But none are as good as you,” he said loudly to you, trying to get the other boys to shut up. “See what I mean, they’re trying to scare you off!”
“We’re only joking around,” Joe smiled. “It’s good to meet you, (Y/N). You want anything to drink?” You nodded, saying a water would be fine, and Joe handed you a bottle from the fridge.
The rest of the day went swimmingly. Conor couldn’t stop beaming the whole time and was constantly holding you or kissing your cheek. Needless to say, you weren’t plan on running off anytime soon.
i just. love soldier/spy so much. especially slow burn with a sudden realization stuff
like there’s a battle going and it’s going badly, spy ends up stranded with no time to cloak and no allies nearby
then suddenly bam! soldier’s there blastin dudes left and right, they make it out, maybe they win and maybe they don’t but it’s right then and there lookin at soldier all rugged and bloodied with his shirt strategically ripped to show off some muscle that spy realizes oh no, oh god, he’s in love with this buffoon
especially if he’s just broken off relations with scout’s mom and he’s decided okay, no more relationships, from here on in he’s a hardened professional and, to quote another ex, professionals don’t have feelings
but then here’s this doof? this stupid, overly happy, blunt guy who runs around being as unsubtle as possible who’s about as opposite from spy as you can get but spy’s head over heels here and he just. can’t stop thinking about him
then they have a big victory and everyone’s celebrating and in his giddiness spy kisses soldier right then and there full on the lips
everything kinda slows a minute and spy’s like oh god oh no oh shit and there’s a moment’s pause before soldier kisses him right back and nothing else matters
then of course they’re inseparable, spy constantly giving soldier little gifts like hella quality cigarettes and lil chocolate assortments, gives him cute pet names and gentle kisses on the cheek and forehead and hands and soldier’s as blunt and carefree as always and does big spine crushing bear hugs where he just sweeps spy up and won’t let go