Bubs || Conor Maynard
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Summary: As far as nicknames go, (Y/N) didn’t quite mind hers.
Dedicated too: How gorgeous Conor Maynard is.
“Bubs has been here for literally five minutes and she’s already taken over my kitchen.”
“Bubs, truth or dare?”
“Bubs, think fast!”
As far as nicknames went, (Y/N)’s wasn’t the strangest out there. She’d only ever been referred to as a shortened version of her name before, and was never given any truly sought after nicknames; but the day she met the boys, that all changed.
She’d been dating Conor for around three months, and after a series of totally spontaneous and unplanned events, she’d managed to meet every single member of the buttercream squad within the space of five hours.
It was crazy, really. You went from being strangers one day to acting as if you’d known each other for years the next. It was as if you all just instantly clicked, like you were the missing piece to their puzzle.
Back to the nickname fiasco, the first time you were ever referred to as ‘bubs’, was when Joe heard it on a TV show and immediately thought of you: for some unknown reason. The boys were all watching TV in Joe’s house and seeing as the kitchen and the living room were joined, (Y/N) had volunteered to make dinner whilst also watching the show from across the room.
It started off with just Joe calling her it, until it slowly but surely spread infectiously to the rest of the group, from Joe to Conor, to Jack and then Josh and Oli; eventually Caspar and Mikey caught on too. Within two months of knowing her, they’d already found a solid nickname that just eliminated any need for her actual name.
After you and Conor decided to go public with your relationship, the boys began to catch you in more of their vlogs, have you feature in their videos and help them with their setups. You were a huge part of the buttercream squad, and you meant alot to each and every member.
The viewers didn’t exactly know how to react to the nickname, they were still getting used to seeing you so often and the fact that the boys seemed so attached to you just made things a little more easy. There was never much hate sent towards her, though she was constantly spammed with comments that just said 'bubs’.
Everyone wanted an explanation for the nickname, but there really wasn’t one to give. Instead, when asked the question during Q&A videos or anything like that, the boys would just shrug and move on; which raised suspicion.
There was a period of speculation from the fans, a whole bunch of wild theories being thrown out into the open. In the end, Jack featured (Y/N) in a video and they gave the most honest answer the could, that Joe had simply heard it on the TV and it’d just clicked.
Tonight was a Friday night, and you and Conor had decided against going out with the boys and instead planned on staying home, streaming the new season of Game Of Thrones and eating takeout food. It was the perfect plan, until Mikey decided that he wanted to join in on the action too.
It’d been a long week for the majority of the boys, but they were all willing to plough through the exhaustion and enjoy their longly awaited night out; all except Mikey.
He was like a piece of gum stuck on the bottom of a shoe, once he’d made himself at home there was no getting rid of him. God, they loved Mikey to bits, but sometimes they needed their alone time.
But (Y/N) didn’t have the heart to tell the man to leave, so instead she found ways to include Mikey in their festivities, from playing a cut throat game of shot scrabble to having competitions to see who could eat their noodles fastest without using their hands.
Now though, (Y/N) and Conor had cuddled up on the loveseat and Mikey’d made himself comfortable on the one seater. They were watching some trashy comedy show that actually wasn’t so bad, and the takeout containers were abandoned on the coffee table, ready to be cleaned up at a moments notice.
“You tired, baby?” Conor murmured as you snuggle further into his chest, nodding slowly and yawning into his black shirt. Conor looks up and narrows his eyes at the guy in the leather jacket. “Mikey, out.”
He looks up in shock. “Wait, what? It’s only like,” he glances down at his watch. “Ten pm.”
“My girlfriend is tired, therefor you are leaving. So, shoo.” He says, a serious tone in his voice but even as tired she was (Y/N) could tell that he was only kidding. “I’ll pop over to Jack’s tomorrow, you’re filming, right?”
Mikey nods as he stands up and begins to gather together his things. “Bubs, can you bake some brownies and bring them?”
(Y/N) hums and glances up at him from Conor’s chest with another yawn. “Yeah, be safe getting home.”
“Always.” He grins widely as he opens the front door and leaves before slamming it way more aggressively than necessary.
Conor rolls his eyes, but they soften when he looks back down at his sleepy girlfriend. “Come on you, let’s get you into bed.”
As he stands up with her in his arms, she rests her head on his shoulder and breathes against his neck softly, causing the hairs on his arms to raise. “Hey, Con?”
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”