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All Started With a Song Part 8 // Conor Maynard

Word Count- 2304

Summary- conor sees your cover and contacts you

A/n-(feel free to change the friends name I was just too lazy to write y/f/n that may times) ok so i hd to repost it bc i forgot to put part 8. im so sorry omg. but this will be last part for a few days. hope you enjoy.


“Oh. My. God.”

“LA is so beautiful, and we haven’t even left the airport!” Alice giggled.

“I am so excited,” you smiled, walking towards the luggage claim.

“What are we doing first?” Olivia asked.

“Checking in at the hotel, then we can find somewhere to have lunch. Sound good?”

“Sounds perfect,” she stopped. “Thanks again Y/n/n. It means a lot that you chose me to come with you.”

“Of course Liv, you deserve the world and more. The least I can do is take you on a mini adventure with me,” you smiled.

She pulled you into a hug, muttering another ‘thank you’ into your shoulder.


You guys had some trouble checking in at the hotel.

“What do you mean we don’t have a room?” you sighed.

“I’m sorry, ma’am. There is no room reserved under Y/l/n.” he gave you an unapologetic smile.

You walked away from the counter and called Sabrina.

“Hey girl! How’s LA?”

“It’s nice, but the hotel is saying they don’t have a room for us,” you were trying your hardest not to cry.

“Really? That’s odd. You said my last name right?”

“What? It’s under your name?”

“Oh my gosh, did I not tell you? I’m so sorry!”

You chuckled, “Its okay.”

“To make it up you girls, I’ll take you out to lunch,” she said.

“Sounds good! Meet you in 20.”


You ended up going to In-N-Out, it was the greatest thing you’ve ever had.

“This is so good, why doesn’t London have this?” Olivia moaned into her burger.

“So what are your plans for today?” Sabrina asked, munching on a fry.

“Hmm, I don’t quite know. We were probably just gonna chill at the hotel.” Alice sipped on her drink.

“Well, I know that you two,” she said pointing at Alice and Olivia. “Probably don’t have plans tomorrow while Y/n is with Anth.”

“Not really. We weren’t going to explore LA until Sunday and Monday.”

“I may or may not have scheduled you guys’ spa appointments,” she smiled.

“Really?” Olivia asked.

“Yeah, but if you guys aren’t up for it, I can cancel.”

“Who would turn down a spa day??” Alice laughed.

After lunch you parted ways with Sabrina. The three of you went back to the hotel, had a swim, took lots of pictures, and just had a great time. The girls also helped you practice for tomorrow.

You were really nervous about tomorrow. The last time you went to sing a duet you were humiliated. So who knows how tomorrow will go.


You weren’t supposed to meet Anth until noon, but you were wake by 7. You just couldn’t sleep any longer. You had to get everything ready and make sure it was perfect. You couldn’t be late or early. Everything needed to be planned. You weren’t going to ruin this collab as well.

Though you didn’t exactly ruin the last one.

“Alice, Olivia, I’m going to shower. Please get up, I want breakfast soon.” You said as you grabbed your clothes and headed to the shower.

Throughout the showers, many tears were shed. This was the only time you allowed yourself to cry, about anything you needed to.

You were mainly crying because you hadn’t gotten any answers. It had been almost 2 weeks and he hadn’t even tried to apologize. You let the tears run down your face. What did you do to make him so angry? Why did he hurt you like that? Did he truly forget?

These questions ran through your brain every day. But you only acknowledged them at these times.

After a good 15 minutes of self-pity you got out of the shower. You were careful to make sure your face wasn’t red nor puffy when you left the bathroom.

“Almost ready?” you asked as you dropped the towel in your make-shift pile of dirty clothes.

“Yes, just a few more curls to go,” Olivia said, twirling her curling wand.

“I need to do my eyebrows, then we can go.” Alice said as she grabbed her eyebrow palette and took a seat in front of the mirror.

You three finished getting ready in silence, but it wasn’t weird.


After breakfast you three went back to the hotel. You had made an agreement before you got here that you weren’t going to explore until you had the entire day, cuz you all knew that you’d get sidetracked and be late.

“What time is it?” you asked.

“Ten past ten,” Alice said as she scrolled through Instagram.

“Where are you meeting him?” Olivia asked as she flipped through the channels on TV, stopping on The Notebook.

“In the hotel he’s staying at,” you answered.

“Ooooh his hotel room,” Alice wiggled her eyebrows.

“Ew stop!” you threw a pillow at her. “I don’t see him like that.”

“He’s definitely boyfriend material,” Olivia smirked.

“I don’t even know him!”

“You didn’t know Conor,” said Alice as you glared at her. “Sorry.”

“I just, I just don’t know what I did wrong! Did I say something or not say something. Was I a jerk? Was I too forward? Too clingy? I just don’t understand what I did!” you cried.

“Hey,” Olivia hugged you. “You did nothing wrong. Do you hear me? Nothing. This is not your fault. What happened was completely his fault. And I’m sorry he hasn’t given you answers, but don’t you dare blame yourself.”

“You’re right,” you sniffled. “He’s at fault here, not me.”

“You should post a picture on Instagram to show him what he’s missing.”

“I should.”

You posted a picture of you at the restaurant you went to this morning. Olivia had taken the picture. It was of you holding a cup of tea, you were looking at the camera smiling. You thought you looked amazing, because you did. Your eyes sparkled with joy and your smile was as bright as the sun.

You posted the picture with the caption that said:

the barista judged me for getting tea instead of coffee…

You decided to curl your hair for the video with Anth. So you were sat on the ground in front of the mirror as Alice and Olivia watched The Notebook.

“Oh my god.” Alice gasped.

“What?” you looked at her through the mirror.

“He liked your picture.”

“Who did?” you sat the curling wand down and turned to face your friends.

“Conor did.”


You went to reply when your phone rang.

“Hello?” you stood up and walked out into the hallway.

“Who’s she talking to?” Olivia asked Alice.

“No idea. But this is getting out of hand,” she sighed.

“Conor needs to stop playing her like this.”

“We have to do something.”

“I know, but what?”

“Hey guys,” you said, walking back in. “I’m gonna head out. I’ll see you tonight. Have fun at the spa and don’t do anything stupid!”

You walked out of the hotel and waited for your Uber. The ride there was actually nice.

“So where ya headed?” the older lady asked.

“A friend’s house, we’re going to film a cover for his YouTube channel,” you smiled.

“Exciting. How’s your week been?”

“Honestly? It could have been better, but I’m on vacation so I’m not complaining.”

“Do you want to take about it?”

“Really?” you asked.

“Sweetheart, I have a 14 year old. I’m used to talking them through their problems.”

“There’s this guy, and he was really nice but then he did something really rude and he’s been ignoring me since. All I want to know is what I did wrong,” you sighed.

“Have you tried approaching him?”

“Well, he’s kind of famous. So no.”

“Ah, I see. Well do you want my advice as a stranger or a mom?”


“Okay, well my advice as a stranger is to block him on everything and try to forget what happened. He’s not worth it.”

You chuckled, “And your advice as a mom?”

“Try to talk to him. Don’t ask for an apology, just an explanation. If it’s a dumb one then move on. If it’s reasonable then try to work through it.”

“Wow, thank you so much.”

She parked the car and turned around, “Anytime.”

“Here you go,” you gave her your money and exited the vehicle. Once you were on the side walk you turned around, “your child is one lucky kid.”


The walk to Anth’s room was quiet, which allowed you to think. This is the first time since he liked your picture that you’ve had time to think about it.

How fucking dare he do that?

He had no right.

He ignored you for almost 2 weeks then likes your photo.

You were pissed off. He was playing you, or at least trying to. You weren’t going to fall into his tricks anymore. He was a dick and he didn’t deserve you.

You finally arrived to Anth’s room and knocked.

“Hi, you must be Y/n!” he smiled, embracing you in a hug.

“That’s me,” you laughed.

“I have so many ideas,” he said, leading you into the main room of the loft.

“I’m all ears,” you said as you sat down.

“So since you have a higher voice than me I was thinking we could do a duet that was originally sung by a guy and a girl.”

“I agree, do you have any ideas?”

“I have one,” he opened his phone and a song began playing. It was ‘Secret Love Song’ by Little Mix.

“I love this song!” you stood up and began singing along as you danced around the living room.

“And I also wrote a rap for it,” he handed you his notes and you read over them.

“Anth, this is amazing!” you read the lyrics, you were in awe of this boy.

“Thanks,” he stood up. “Are you sure it’s not too scandalous?” he asked as he started to set up the lights.

You grabbed the second light and followed his movements, “Why would you think that?”

He gave you a look.

“Oh, that.”


“Did he tell you?”

“No, and you don’t have to.”

“Are you sure you don’t want to know?” you smirked. “It doesn’t bother me anymore.” That wasn’t a complete lie, it still hurt but not as bad.

“Oh thank god, I’ve been dying to know,” he laughed.

So you told the story once more. Explaining what happened, how you felt, how you assumed he felt all while setting up.

“So,” you started, sitting down in front of the camera. “What’s the key to making a cover amazing?”

“All the emotion you feel towards Conor, put it into your singing.”

“All of it?”

“All of it.”


The recording was amazing. Though you did have to do multiple takes due to laughing, getting distracted or crying uncontrollably.

The one thing you loved about Anth is that he didn’t judge you. The first time you cried while recording, he simply stopped the camera and gave you a tissue. He waited until you told him you were ready.

After finally getting all the footage needed you two ordered pizza.

“Would you mind if I invited my friends over?” you asked, as you took a drink of your water.

“I don’t mind, just make sure they don’t post the location.”

“Got it,” you chuckled as you sent Alice a text telling her they could come over.

“Okay,” you started.

“What’s up?” he asked, sitting next to you.

“You know my story, what’s yours?””

“Well, what do you want to know?”

“Honestly?” he nodded.

“Why do you think he did it?” you asked shyly.

“I have no clue. You’re an amazing girl and he lucked out.”

“Do you think I did something?”

“The thing with Conor is, he doesn’t know what to do when put into a situation. And half the time, he’ll pick the easy option.”

“That’s the thing though!” you threw your hands up. “I don’t know what situation he was put into.”

“Have you asked him?”

“I was going to, but he unadded me on everything. I took that as a sign to leave him alone.”

There was a knock at the door.

Anth put his hand on your thigh, “I don’t know why he did what he did. Just know, he’s the type of guy that will do anything, and I mean anything to make sure you know he’s sorry.” And with that he got up and answered the door, returning with your two closest friends.

The rest of the night was filled with lots of laughter and good music.

At first it was just videos of you four singing in your loudest voice possible but then it got serious. You got into teams and began battling against each other. So it was fair, Alice and you were on one team while Olivia and Anth on another.

It got super tense when Anth and you were up against each other.

He began rapping which honestly shouldn’t have caught you off guard, but it did. So then you started to sing You & I by One Direction, which caused him to smirk thinking he had won. But when you hit that high note everyone’s jaw dropped.

“Holy shit Y/n.” he gasped.

“Thanks,” you smiled. “Does that mean I win?”

“I’ll say you won if you agree to do another cover with me.”

“I don’t know,” you trailed off. “I’ll have to check my schedule.”

This caused all four of you to burst out laughing.

But then the door knocked.

“Who else did you invite?” Anth asked.

“No one.” You three said in unison.

“I’ll go check, just in case it’s a fan.” You said walking to the door.

When you opened the door you froze. You did not expect to see him of all people.

Conor Maynard was standing right in front of you.


12 Days of Sanvers Christmas, Day 11

Day 1 | Day 2 | Day 3 | Day 4 | Day 5 | Day 6 | Day 7 | Day 8 | Day 9 | Day 10

Maggie takes Alex home to Blue Springs for the holiday.

Because #GiveMaggieSawyerABackstory2k17 is not at all a theme for this collection. Naaah.

I also use the prompt from Anon: “christmas sanvers: cuddling by the fire on christmas eve. Its late, its snowing and isn’t it wonderful?”

Alex had gone quiet when the plane landed in Nebraska, her eyes wide but smiling as she watched Maggie come home; as she watched Maggie develop a swagger that was at once the same and vastly different than the one she had in National City; as she watched her greet everyone in the airport by name, watched her slap one of the security guards on the back and send her love to his kids; as she watched her swerve into the only airport coffee shop still open this time of night to pull the teenage employee into a hug; as she watched her haul their luggage out of baggage claim and elaborately handshake the sole staffer in the place, a Santa hat skewed on his head, before he pulled a small ring of keys out of his pocket and tossed them into her hands, saying “Your pops dropped it off earlier, it’s in your usual space in the lot. And this must be your girl?”

Alex blinked a couple times and stepped up to the man, his green eyes studying her face with a keenness that made her gulp.

“Alex Danvers,” she told him, offering her hand. He took it and had a surprisingly light grasp considering the intensity of his stare.

“Tom Benson,” he returned, a smile taking over his entire face at the firmness of Alex’s grasp. “It’s Doctor Danvers, right? Mags won’t shut up about how geniusy her girlfriend is. Or how hot – or, what is it you said, absolutely gorgeous, the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on – and I gotta say, the woman has a point.”

“Shut up, Tommy,” Maggie said, but she looked utterly pleased as Alex squirmed with a burning red face. “Tom and I were the only out kids in our high school; kinda bonds you, even when the other person’s an ass.” She shoved her shoulder into his and he just laughed.

“You realize you’re a third my size, don’t you, Sawyer? Although,” he turned to Alex again, still grasping her hand with his, “some of the guys decided to beat the gay outta me when we were I was a junior and this one was just a wee sophomore. She was suspended for a week for the sheer amount of damage she did to the quarterback’s pretty face.” He pulled Alex closer to him. “She just barely avoided getting slammed with criminal charges, but don’t tell her other cop friends, okay?”

Alex laughed. “Somehow I don’t think they’d be in the least surprised.”

“You know she’s never brought anyone home before – ”

Tommy – ”

“I’m just sayin. I expect a full report on how meeting the family goes, right?”

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concept: i disintegrate into the practice of astrology. i bathe with the sun as we listen to the beach boys in the sand. the moon’s touch of pastimes while i lay into her lap eases me into an innate fetal position as i express my woes. mercury taps my head with a bubble wand as we discuss media with our type-a neighbor. i love with venus before i go, she is clothed in satin as her words whisper of understanding but her embrace screams for me to stay. mars comes to me with motive and challenges me to pursue all that is zeal while i am away. i debate with jupiter over the election as we fly overseas in high-class transport with cigarettes between fingers, never to have felt ash. saturn peers from afar at the luggage claim, waiting; i arrive outside to see he is the only one bundled suitably for the climate as the rest of us shiver against the harshness. ah, uranus struts his singular fashion statement with his head held high in protest as he chooses the latter option of taking the bus. i believe neptune to be a beacon of everything as i watch from the window, she twists around the corner while her iridescence catches the reflection of every surface within the block. i finally arrive at pluto’s with a change of clothes, a change of scenery, and a change of being

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Y'ALL LOOK AT THIS BS!! its in Dutch but a black Surinamese lady gets physically thrown out of a bus bc she’s eating a hamburger, while the man behind her who’s eating one too can stay seated.

Of course she doesn’t agree but she is ganged up on by 4 men and they throw out her luggage and insult her, claiming her language is not understandable (she speaks perfect Dutch) and she should be grateful bc “she has come to this country as a guest”. All passengers are complaining bc “they wanna go home”, to which she replies “so do I”. No one helps her, no one at all.

This is so fucking disgusting I really am upset about this

Elope: Saraya & Sami


Saraya had gotten a couple of days off for the elopement. None of the divas knew about her plans, and she knew they would be upset if she did it. The Brit flew home to her soon to be husband and their daughter, knowing that she was going to finally marry Sami made her feel safe for some strange reason, it was comforting though.

After grabbing her bags from luggage claim, Saraya spotted her fiance and their  daughter. “Hey!” She smiled as she kissed Sami and then kissed their daughter. “Hey Sapphire. Mummy missed you.” She said to the little girl as she giggled. “Are you ready for tomorrow babe?” She asked as they started for the car. Saraya knew she couldn’t wait for them to get married, but she wanted to make sure he was ready for it. 

So We Meet Again...

Alex hopped off the plane and headed towards the luggage claim. He was back in Camden and dreading the people he would come across. It had been about three months since his mother passed away, three months since he made a fool out of himself, and three months since he had seen Carlie. He knew that she was still in school, after all, winter break just ended and thankfully, so did his semester. Alex grabbed the rental car keys and walked to the car, sighing to himself as he rubbed his eyes. He needed a drink. Pronto.

Meeting the family

Finally, after what seemed like ages, Olena and Laura finally set off on their long awaited journey to Europe to meet up with the younger woman’s family. Both the Ukranian and the Belgian were nervous and even though they knew that the meeting would likely go well, there was still the outside chance that the visit wouldn’t go well.

Once the plane touched down in the Brussels airport and they had gotten off the plane, claimed their luggage, and gone through customs, Laura began scanning the crowd for her family. She had not seen them for nearly a year. “Alright, so they said that they would be here to pick us up.” Laura said to her girlfriend next to her, silently cursing her short height at the moment. “If you see a woman that looks like me only with longer hair with a man and a brunette young lady, odds are it is them…”