#connor brashier fic
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Young & In Love
A/N: this was inspired by a Tik Tok video I saw! The woman said her husband replaced her old wedding ring with a new one and I thought it was the cutest thing in the whole world.
So here’s 1am me in my feels (because it’s fluffy hours ladies and gents).
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Word count: 1.8k -ish
Connor was smiling to himself the entire time he drove him. He could feel the little box resting in his jean pocket from his trip to the mall with Dylan about 30 minutes ago.
“Why are we in a ring shop?” Dylan asked as soon as they stepped into the store.
Connor ignored his question and went up straight away to one of the sales person who wasn’t attending any customers “Hi” She beamed at him “How may I help you?”
“I’m looking for a wedding ring” Connor smiled nervously “Not something with a big diamond but also, not something too small”
She nodded and escorted them to the other side “These are some of our best collection. Our customers mostly tend to pick from this section. Why don’t you have a look around and let me know if you find anything that you like!”
“Is there something you’re not telling me?” Dylan questioned, raising an eyebrow as he studied his brother carefully, who paid no attention to him “Because the last time I checked, you’re already married to a woman, who is the best sister I could ask for and have the cutest princess waiting for you at home”
Connor looks up and rolled his eyes “It’s not what you think, Dyl”
“Okay… So, explain to me why the fuck are we in a ring shop and looking for a wedding ring?”
You and Connor were about 24 now and have been married for about 5 years. You were 19, young, in love and also, broke. You two were blessed that both parents approved of the wedding however, Connor knew the ring he proposed with was not what you deserved.
You’ve told him countless times that the ring didn’t matter. You wouldn’t even care if he proposed with a candy ring because you’d still say yes. A ring doesn’t matter to you. What matters is the man that you want to spend your whole life wife.
Even so, Connor made a promise to himself to work hard. He’d graduate from college, get a decent job so he could let his family live comfortably. He made a promise that he’d save enough money to buy you a ring that you truly deserved.
“You know we got married really young, right?”
“Yeah,” Dylan nodded “What does that have to do with this?”
“The ring I gave her when we were 19… It wasn’t enough, Dyl” He explained “I couldn’t afford much back then and I couldn’t give her a ring that she deserved and I made a promise to myself that I’d work hard to buy her something nicer”
A smile made its way to Dylan’s face “She still makes you feel the same way as she did when you two were 17, huh?”
Connor shrugged his shoulders as he scans through the rings on display “Nothing’s changed” He confirmed “And I don’t think it ever will”
Dylan spotted the perfect one, tapping on his brother’s shoulder “Think that suits her?”
Connor stared at it and he could already imagine it fitting your finger perfectly “Yeah” He nodded “That’s definitely the one”
Connor unlocked the front door and stepped in, closing the door after himself and turning to lock the knob. He untied his shoes and placed them on the shoe rack before walking in the living room.
He found you on the floor; sprawled on the blanket as you slept, with your little girl in your arms. Connor smiled to himself as he kneeled down and tapped your shoulder softly “Baby?”
“Hm?” You hummed in response and slowly opened your eyes. You smiled sleepily at him “Hi babe, how was dinner with Dylan?”
“Was good” He replied as he lied down next to you and slowly took his princess in his arms “He says hi and he misses you two”
You chuckled lowly and moved closer to him, running your fingers through your daughter’s hair “Yeah, think our little missy here misses her Uncle Dylan too”
“We could always ask him to babysit her” Connor offered “And go on a date or something. It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”
“A date?” You smiled at the thought of it “Sounds like a plan, bubs. Haven’t been on a date in a while so that might be nice”
“Tomorrow?” He asked. Tomorrow, he’ll do it.
“I’m okay” You nodded, yawning a little as you cuddled to his side “Can we just sleep out here tonight? ‘M too lazy to move, love”
Connor chuckled lowly as he turned his head to press a kiss to your head “Sure, baby. I’ll just wash up and come cuddle up my girls in a bit”
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After explaining to Dylan, he gladly accepted to babysit his precious niece. He knew you and Connor haven’t had alone time from your daughter for the longest time and he also knew Connor was going to do something big for your date night.
Connor acted like how he did when he first took you out on a date; he picked up a bouquet of your favourite flowers, gave you countless compliments and took you back to the restaurant where it all started.
Juggling work and having a baby daughter was not easy and you two were still learning. You obviously loved being parents and wouldn’t have it any other way but you appreciated nights like this when you and Connor could act like the teenagers you once were, even if it was just for a couple of hours.
“That was a good dinner” You sighed happily as you stumbled into your apartment hours later “I’m full”
“I hope you’ve got some room for dessert” His smile widens as you shook your head immediately “Wait out in the balcony for me?”
“Here I thought that was the end of our date… Guess you’re still a romantic guy, Brashier” You teased and headed towards the sliding door.
Connor took out the chocolate covered strawberries from the fridge and the little ring box from one of the drawers in the kitchen that he managed to hide unnoticedly before heading to where you were.
“Your favourite, ma’am” He grinned as he slides down next to you.
“You’re honestly the best, Brash” You giggled softly and picked up a strawberry, offering it to him “Thanks again for tonight, bubs. I really had a good time”
“Anything for you, love” Connor muttered softly “We needed it, honestly… Being parents is pretty tiring, huh?”
“Not going to lie” You nodded, taking a bite of the strawberry “But no regrets?”
“None” He agreed “Will never regret our little princess”
“Soon enough she’s going to turn 5 and then 10… And then she’s off to college” You smiled softly “And probably meet the love of her life”
“Not on my watch, no” Connor shook his head “We’re going to follow her on every little date she has”
“No need to be overdramatic, Brash” You rolled your eyes playfully “We were 17 when we met and you didn’t understand why my dad was still so protective over me”
“Alright fine… But if anyone hurts her then I’m going on a hunt”
“Whatever you say”
Connor looks at you, full of adoration and love, which made you raise an eyebrow and smiled, questioning “Why are you looking at me like that, Brash?”
“Can’t I just admire my lovely wife?” He asked defensively “Who I love so much”
“You most certainly can” You laugh, nodding “But you’ve got a look in your eyes that I only see whenever you’re nervous so… What is it?”
He cleared his throat and held his hand out “Give me your ring” Connor ordered but you could see the playfulness in his eyes.
“What?” You asked dumbfoundedly. Some part of you knew he was joking but another part of you was starting to worry “Why?”
“Just give it to me” He smiled and you could clearly see that he was trying to do something “Please?”
“Is this because I snore loudly?” You asked, raising an eyebrow “Is that why you want your ring back? Because hey, I’ll see someone about it if that’s going to fix whatever issue you have against me, Brash”
“Just give it”
“Alright, alright” You said, slipping the ring off your finger and immediately felt bare. It was the first time in 5 years since you took it off and it felt weird.
Connor stood up and held his hand out to you as you accepted. After he pulled you up, he got down on one knee, which made you even more confused “Con, what are you doing?”
He looks up at you, smiling “5 and a half years ago, I proposed to you with this ring… Even though I couldn’t afford much, you still said yes and you didn’t care about having any diamond ring as long as we’d be together forever”
“We’re not even halfway through of our lives together as husband and wife but yet you’ve already given me so much” Connor continued and you felt your heart fluttered at his words “You’ve given me so much love, stayed by my side and gave me the most beautiful daughter I could ever ask for”
“I made a promise to myself that I’ll work hard to give you what you deserve and…” He took a deep breath and slipped out the ring box from his pocket. You felt numbed as Connor opened the box, revealing the prettiest ring you’ve ever seen “So, here’s me keeping that promise I made because this, this is what I should’ve given to you when I proposed to you”
“Connor,” You gasped softly and felt the tears in your eyes “What…”
“I promise to continue loving you for the rest of our lives, baby” Connor looked at you with tears in his eyes “I’ll continue to make you laugh when you need it, be your shoulder to cry on, raise more kids with you… Everything that you do, I’ll be there with you, by your side, always. As long as I’m alive, that is a promise I will never break”
“I love you, you dofus” You sniffled “I love you so much”
He took the ring out of the box and slipped it on your ring finger. You kneeled down as well, pressing your lips against his.
“I can’t believe you bought me a new ring” You muttered softly, resting your forehead against his “I don’t deserve you, Connor Brashier”
“Hey, I’d give you the whole world if I could” Connor argued “You’re my girl and I’d do anything to make you happy”
“The ring you gave me was already enough, Con, but thank you” You smiled before looking down at your new ring “It’s so pretty”
“Isn’t it?” He hummed “Dylan picked it out but I knew it was the one for you”
“Can I have my old ring back though? I still feel naked without wearing it, babe”
Connor laughs softly before passing it to you.
You now wore the old wedding ring on a chain as a necklace and like your new ring, you never took it off again.
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SD Card
Request: Something happening to one of his camera and him blaming you when it turns out to be coz of someone else
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You were the one to put his camera and SD cards away. He had left it out on the bus before he left with the boys to go celebrate a great show in Nashville. You had opted out of going, having a slight headache and wanting to chance to call your mom and not have a bunch of boys talking about bullshit in the background.
So since he knew you were the one to put his things away, you were the first he blamed when he couldn’t find the SD card.
“Y/n, literally where did you put it.” He groaned.
“I put it in your back, in the little zipper compartment on the side like you show’d me.” You sighed, repeating yourself for the third time.
“It’s not in here!” He snapped.
You looked up from your book, no longer willing to let his frustration roll off you. “Well did you fucking move it this morning?” You spit out at him.
“No! I haven’t touched this bag all day, I haven’t touched it since before the show yesterday. So you tell me, since you’re the one who moved it, what the fuck happened to it?”
“I don’t know! I’ll tell you again. I saw your camera and card laying on the table when I got off the phone with my mom. I put it away so it wouldn’t get ruined or broken when everyone returned. I then set the bag on top of your suitcase so it would be with your things. That’s it!”
He rolls his eyes, closing the bag and standing up from the little table. He stares at you on the bus couch, and his jaw clenches.
“Do me a favor.” He practically growls. “Don’t touch my shit. That was three shows worth of footage that I’ve now lost thanks to you. I can’t afford to keep having you ruin things.”
He turns and stalks away as you stare at his retreating figure. Tears well in your eyes, jaw dropped at the words he so easily let slip from past his lips.
“Dude,” Brian leaned out of the small kitchen, finding Connor throwing some of his shit into his bunk. He turns and looks at you, watching as your cheeks go hot in embarrassment.
You stand, reaching for your purse, slipping your sandals on, and walking off the bus with your book and phone in hand. You weren’t gonna sit there with the band and crew, allowing them all to stare at you.
‘I can’t afford to keep having you ruin things.’
It’s really the only thing that keeps replaying through your head. What else had you ruined? Did you really ruin things for him?
Your phone starts ringing and you silence it, not wanting to talk to Brian. You just want a moment to yourself, so you can clear your head and allow his words to sink in.
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Connor stalks down the hall of the arena, angry that you’d lost his SD card, but also angry at himself for the way he treated you. He’d lost things of yours before an while you had been a little sad and disappointed you never became angry with him. You understood that accidents happen.
“Connor!” Shawn calls, rushing to catch up with him. “Hey man, here’s your SD card back.”
“My what?” Connor breathes out, looking down to see the exact card that was missing in the tattoo’d hand.
“Yeah, I took it this morning to see if I could download and cut a few vids together. Got a call from my Social Media manager this morning. I guess I need to make another post about Tour and I wasn’t totally digging what I had prepared.”
Connor’s speechless.
“Everything looks great man, you’re really uping your game after every show. I’m loving all the shots you’re getting.”
With that Shawn walks away, leaving a hollow Connor standing in the hall.
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He’s been looking for you all day, wants to apologize and hold you, let you cry and maybe even cry himself.
He’s so disappointed in himself, he vowed to always be understanding with you, and at the first moment to prove that he snapped at you, and said things he never meant to say.
You didn’t come to the show, and you still weren’t at the arena by the time they were packing up the bus. You wouldn’t answer your phone calls or text messages and he was really starting to worry now.
He kept pacing back and forth, biting at his thumb nail nervously.
“Con!” Brian yelled at him. “She just walked on the bus!”
Connor looked over, spotting Brian and full on sprinting to the bus in the loading dock.
He fell up the stairs in his mad dash to get to you, and he almost shoved Mike into the wall when he found you behind him in the hall.
You were messing with your bunk, and when you sighed, resting your head against the ledge he reached out and touched your arm. You jumped, yelping as you stepped back from his hand before peering up at him.
Your eyes are red and puffy from the time you spent crying, face a little swollen from the tears, cheeks still wet.
“Oh Baby,” He cried, wrapping you up in his arms.
You were wore out form your day of balling your eyes out. No energy left to fight against his hold.
“I’m so sorry, so sorry.” He whispered in your ear.
“I’m sorry I lost your card. I swear I put it in your bag. But I’ll get you a new one. And maybe your right, maybe I am ruining this experience for you. So I’ll look for a flight home tomorrow. That way I won’t be in the way and lose things for you.”
His heart was breaking at the croak of your voice, and the words you were saying.
“No! Baby no! I’m so sorry I accused you of misplacing my card. And I fucking hare myself for saying that you ruin things. You don’t, you’ve never ruined anything. You always make things better, you make things immensely better.”
“I don’t, I’m in the way and I lost your-”
“You’re not in the way!” He pulls back, hands on your shoulders so you have to look at him. “You’re not in the way. Ever! Don’t ever fucking say that again. And you didn’t,” He sighs. “You didn’t lose my card. Shawn had it the whole time. I didn’t know he took it.”
You sigh in relief, eyes falling shut. “Thank fucking god, I was so scared that it was really lost.”
“I’m sorry.” He whispers, his own tears welling in his eyes. “I hurt you, and I promised never to do that. I won’t do it again, that’s not a promise that’s a swear. I’ll make it up to you.”
“Think I’m gonna stay in my bunk tonight.” You whisper, looking to your bunk that you’ve made up with your blanket and pillow.
Since you joined tour you’ve crammed into Connor’s bunk, practically sleeping on each other, just to have the time to be with the other, the closeness.
“No, Babygirl, please don’t.” He shakes his head. “I’m sorry. It won’t happen again. We’ll talk better next time, we’ll work together to solve the issue. I’ll really work on fighting with you and not against you.”
You smile, nodding at the words you’ve wanted to hear him say all day.
“I still need some time.”
“Please Babygirl.” He tugs at his hair, breathing picked up and erratic.
“Goodnight Connor, I’ll see you in the morning.” With that you kiss his cheek and climb into your bunk, pulling the curtain closed.
You hear him take a deep breath and whisper an ‘I love you so much’ before he walks away.
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“Connor?” Shawn asks when Connor sits down, head in his hands, tears streaming down his face. “What happened? What’s wrong?”
“She’s upset with me.” He cries out.
“What?”
“Fuck I hurt her so bad, and she’s upset, and is staying in her own bunk. And I don’t know what to do to make it up to her.”
“What are you talking about?” Shawn moves to sit next to his friend, Brian now entering the room.
“This morning,” Connor hiccups.
“Yeah Dude, what the fuck was that? I’ve never seen you like that? And Y/n? Fuck man, it broke my heart to see her face.”
“What are you talking about!” Shawn asks, looking between his friends.
Connor can barely catch his breath, hiccuping with each deep breath he tries to take.
“This morning, Connor couldn’t find his SD card.”
Shawn blanches and looks to Connor and then back to Brian.
“And so he asked Y/n if she’d seen it since she put his camera away after the Nashville show. She told him that she’d put it in the bag where he always keeps it but it was gone. Connor asked her like 4 times, and by the fourth time with her having the same answer he like lost it.”
Shawn’s just staring at Connor. “I yelled at her, and I told her not to touch my shit because I couldn’t afford to have her keep ruining things. But she’s never ruined anything!”
“Oh my god, Connor.” Shawn tugs at his own curls. “Why didn’t you say anything? Fuck, Connor! I’m so sorry. Fuck man, if I’d just texted you I had it or left a note or something.”
“It’s not your fault.” Connor shakes his head. “It’s mine. I’m the one who overreacted. I’m the one who hurt my girl. I’m the one who broke a promise to her and I’m the one who fucked up.”
Brian and Shawn’s heads whip up when you stalk into the room. You walk to Connor, reaching down and grabbing the front of his shirt, pulling him up and out of the lounge area with you. He gasps, standing to his feet and quickly follows you until you nod to your bunk.
He climbs in, noticing you’ve grabbed his pillow and favorite blanket. You climb up after him, pushing him around to lay in the position where you could lay on your stomach, head on his chest, right leg hiked up and tangled between both of his.
“We’ll work on fighting with each other and not against each other.” You murmur against his chest. “We’ll work on communicating better and not running off on the other when we’re really feeling strong emotions. You shouldn’t have said what you said and walked away, and I shouldn’t have run away all day after you said those things. We should have sat down and had a real conversation about how we were feeling and what we could do for the other at that moment. Whether it be give each other space or to work on resolving the issue.”
He hums in agreement, running his fingers through your hair, hoping to soothe you.
“I’m glad you found your card, I was extremely worried it was really lost. I won’t touch your things again, without your permission.”
He holds you tighter. “You have my permission to touch my things at any moment. Thank you for thinking for me when you saw my things laying out. I should have been more responsible and put them away, but thank you for doing that for me. And thank you for letting me hold you right now, I don’t deserve you, but I’m gonna do everything in my power to show you everyday that you mean the absolute world to me.”
“I love you Connor Brashier, we have a lot to talk about and work on, but right now? I’ve been crying all day, I have a headache and I’m extremely tired. So I wanna fall asleep on your chest and let your heartbeat soothe mine.”
“I love you more, I love you so much more.”
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Written by: @shawnm521
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Tea and Love | Connor Brashier
Summary: You and Connor have a day off before Shawn’s birthday. You’re supposed to spend the day together but it doesn’t exactly go as planned. [comfort fic] [fluff] [non au] [period talk]
Word Count: 850
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It's that time again. The time of the month where your uterus betrays you for not giving it a child. Sometimes you can't wait until you reach your fifties and sixties and menopause takes over. But until then you find yourself in a losing battle with your body.
Currently you're sat on the floor in front of the couch in your hotel room crying. The zipper on your makeup case in your purse broke and your compact got all over everything. It's not a big deal, you can always get more powder and wash out the bag. But it's just the final straw. Everything has been getting to you today and your nerves are shot. You and Connor arrived in New York a day early to spend some time together before Shawn arrived for his next show and birthday party. That's what was supposed to happen, but then Andrew called and asked Connor to get some scenic shots for some new project they were working on. You feel left out and forgotten. Combine that with your period and you're a mess.
"Hey babe, I stopped by the-" Connor freezes mid sentence when he sees you. He hates when you cry. It makes him cry and feel helpless if there's nothing he can do about it. Usually he's good at making the tears go away though. It's like his super power you're pretty sure. "What happened?"
"My compact broke." You hold it up in two empty dusty pieces, lacking all of it's fine pressed powdery insides.
He walks over and kneels beside you. "I can go get a new one. I'll even take this so I get the right kind. Here, give it to me."
"I don't care about the powder." You sniff, dropping the compact back in your bag. "I just I'm so emotional and my stomach hurts and you...I can't explain. You'll be mad at me."
Connor puts his arm around you and kisses your cheek. He wipes away your tears and kisses your head this time. "Talk to me. What's going on?"
"We were supposed to be together today and you had to work. You always have to work." You sigh shakily. "I know it's a high demand job, and I know I'm extremely lucky to be able to be on tour with you and Shawn for a few months. I just wish we could actually get some alone time."
"I'm sorry. You're so right. I should have told Andrew no, that it's my day off. I'm so, so sorry." He cups your face and you stare at him as he pleads silently with those big blue eyes for you to forgive him. As if you hadn't already.
"Can we have the rest of the day?"
"Yes. I'm all yours sweetheart. Can I get you anything? Do you want to go anywhere?"
You debate asking him to go out to dinner but your cramps say otherwise. The best thing right now would be to post up on the couch with a hot pad, some warm tea and Connor's hands rubbing your stomach. "I need tea."
"I'll go get some. Chocolate too? Cookies? Salty snacks?" He stands up and heads for the door. "I'll get you anything."
"A box of tampons? I'm low."
"Absolutely. I'll be back in a few. Text me anything else you can think of."
When Connor comes back half an hour later he's got a grocery bag full of stuff. You're surprised since you only asked for tea, he knows you like Earl grey, and tampons. He's got both of those things, but he also has a box of chamomile tea, peppermints and two lemons as well as a handful of candy bars and a bag of gummy worms. You smile as he unpacks and tells you to relax.
Connor bumps your legs a few minutes later and hands you a cup of tea as he sits down and you lay your legs over his lap. "Its special tea."
"Oh yeah?"
"Mmm. The lady at the store who helped me with the tampons told me that lemon and mint with chamomile tea can help with period symptoms."
You look into the cup that has a tea bag, a peppermint and a lemon slice in it. An interesting concoction. "Did she say peppermint?"
"No. But it's mint? Right?"
You giggle and take a sip. It's actually pretty good. The primary flavor is mint with a little tang from the lemon. "Not bad. Thank you Connabon."
He smiles and rolls his eyes, leaning his head back. He hates that nickname more than Baby Brash but since it's you, he lets it side. "You're lucky I like you."
"Like me? You looooove me."
He runs his hand over your thigh and up to your lower stomach. "Yeah, yeah you're right." You close your eyes as he massages gently along your waist band. "You're my moon and stars."
"Did you get that line from Mendes?"
"Maybe."
"I like it."
Connor smirks. "Knew you would." He kisses his hand and presses it to your tummy. "Love you."
"Love you too "
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Bad day (Connor x y/n)
Requested by anon: Jealous Connor blurb
Word Count: 1,094
#Blurb day 1
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Tour was very stressful because it meant being away from Y/n, and Connor could not handle any more Skype meetings. He needed a hug so bad from her. He was going kind of crazy already.
To make it even worse, everything was going wrong on his day. He lost his memory card and all the photoshoot he had done with Shawn the day before. They would have to re-take all the pictures, and probably they would hand that material late. All because of the lost card. On top of that, he had the worst headache he had ever had in his life, and he was starting to get sick. The only thing he desperately wanted was to cuddle you till the day was over to make it better, but of course, he couldn't because you were in the university and so far away from his reach. He was trying his best to not start crying and just give up on touring and go home.
"Please pick up, please," He said, hoping that you would be free and could at least talk to him to soothe his heart a little bit.
"You have reached y/n, sorry I can't talk now. If this is Con, I love you baby" He smiled at that, but it was not enough to him. He really needed her badly.
"Fuck!" He said, blaming his fist on a table, closing his eyes and trying to control his breathing.
"Is everything Okay, Con?" Brian asked, looking at the boy's state.
"I can't reach y/n, and I really need to talk with her now." He explains, eyes still closed.
"Hey, why don't you take a break? And try a little bit later? You don't have to film anything now." Brian suggested, and Connor agreed with a nod, slowly walking to his bunk and going for a nap.
He woke up a few hours later feeling a lot better than before, at least the headache was almost gone. He tried y/n one more time, but she still was not answering his calls, he then decided to check Instagram to see if at least he could get a hold of why she was so busy. There were some stories of 2 hours before, they were posted before his call. In the videos she was posing for someone, she was giggling, and at one point she said: "Please stop filming me in my own Instagram Thomas", and then the camera changed to the Thomas person and he simply smiled and said: "But you look gorgeous, we need videos for everyone to see, doesn't she look pretty guys?" He asked, turning the camera to her one more time, she turned her eyes with this. And then the videos were over.
Connor was not the jealous type, but that Thomas person was in his dark list already. He was pissed, not just because of what it was said but because she was letting someone else take cute videos with her. It was their thing to make videos together, videos that they always would keep to themselves.
"Please call me when you have time, I need to talk with you" He sent her in a text.
"Connor, are you feeling better?" Shawn asked, opening the curtain to his bunk.
"No, if much, I am feeling worse now. But don't worry about it, Bro. I just need to say again how sorry I am about losing that card, I really don't know what happened." He said for the 5th time in the day.
"It's okay; actually, Andrew found your card. I was coming to give it back to you and Brian told me you came for a nap because you were not feeling okay." Connor exhaled a relieved breath and took the card back from Shawn, immediately going to his camera bag and placing it where it should have been the entire time.
"I am so glad he found it, remember to thank him later," Connor said. "I am just having a bad day, nothing is wrong, just I really need to talk with Y/n now, but she is too occupied recording videos with Thomas," He said making sure to change his voice to a more serious tone when saying, Thomas.
"Okay? I have no idea what you are talking about. But y/n is crazy about you, I bet she didn't mean any harm. Just wait for her to call you and explain everything before you kill the Thomas guy." Shawn reasoned with the friend and left him alone.
It took more 30 minutes for his phone to ring with your call.
"Hi Baby, I am sorry I didn't see you calling. How are things going?" You said in a happy voice to finally talk with him.
"I had the worst day ever, but how about you and Thomas?" He asked.
"Oh, okay. I see… someone got a little bit jealous of my stories earlier" She said understanding why the text message of early didn't have any I love you or emoji hearts.
"I am not jealous y/n," He argued.
"Baby, he is gay. So if you are, you should really not be. I know videos are our thing, I was just not feeling that good today, and he was trying to help me out. Don't worry, I love you, and only you. I promise." He knew that, he trusted her. And now he was also feeling stupid because her friend really meant nothing but to be her friend.
"I am sorry baby girl, I didn't mean to get jealous, I guess I was just having such a bad day, and I am missing you like crazy, and then I just saw you taking videos with him, and I guess I just wish I could be there doing it instead of him. I am sorry." He said, taking a deep breath after.
"It's okay bubs, do you want to FaceTime? I miss you too, and I didn't have the best day, either. We can talk, maybe put a movie and see it together?" She suggested, and he smiled at that even though she could not see him, soon they were talking about their bad day and watching the movie that won the best photography in the last Oscars.
He still missed her when they had to hang up because he had to prepare te record Shawn at the concert. But it helped to talk and to know that in 2 weeks he would be hugging and kissing her all around her body.
#Blurb day 1#CONtent#connor brashier#connor brashier x reader#connor brashier x y/n#connor brashier x you#connor#connor brashier blurb#connor brashier imagine#connor brashier fic#connor brashier fanfiction#Jealous!Connor brashier
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His Lucky Charm
I’ve never done an imagine so I’m just taking a stab at it. I’ve really taken a liken to Baby Brash™ so I figured why the hell not, I’m just going to write an imagine about loving on him and see where it takes me.
Connor x Reader
Summary; when the going gets tough, the tough get going...or snuggle with their girlfriend to make it better.
Warnings; fluff (as fluffy as I can make it), maybe a tad bit of smut (because i'm a freaky girl *wink wink*) & minor cursing
Words; 3.1k
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I do not own this photo.*
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To express the day Connor was having into a couple of words would be: a Monday. From the start of his day he was rushing, because his alarm didn’t go off since it died—as a result of falling asleep on FaceTime with you—so he skipped out on breakfast to accommodate with the schedule. Haven been on the tour with Shawn for quite sometime now, he was accustomed to Shawn’s busy agenda. However, today he just couldn’t fall into pace with what was going on.
The gym they went to was fairly pack, and all he wanted to do was jog a little, but everyone decided cardio was their main focus, leaving only free treadmill available, and it didn’t even work properly. At the time, to take the edge off of his rising blood pressure—and growling stomach—he ordered a smoothie. It was terrible. And as if the morning couldn’t get any worse, he left his phone at the hotel to let it charge. The morning felt like a full day alone, as he awaited his team members and Shawn to finish lifting.
The rainy afternoon brought a small amount of better luck, his phone had enough juice that he could talk to you. His first message being;
Brashy: I’m tired of this fucking day. I need you back.
You were immediately enlightened to the kind of day he was having. Also answering why he took so long to text you. (Not that you were upset, he just had a routine of sending you a good morning text at the same time every single day since you two have been dating).
Babygirl; aww B, stay strong, it’ll get better. You need a booty pic to take the pain away?
He knew your sense of humor, so the likelihood of getting an actual ass pic was slim (although he actually could use one), but it was still soothing to him that you knew how to put a smile on his face during troubling times. It did make the rainy day relatively more gloomier, his desire to be snuggled with you in a comfortable bed, listening to the rain, and music—it was strong enough to have him calling quits on this tour, but that was just his crazy mind-talk.
While out for lunch with Shawn and the crew, the waitress served everyone’s food, placing a plate in front of him, he looked at it confusingly. “I, um,” he stammers glancing over at Shawn who was equally confused as to what they gave him, “I didn’t order this ma’am.” He politely informs, handing the plate back to her. She was extremely apologetic, and reassuring that they would get his correct order out straight away. He tried his best not to look frustrated, but his patience was wearing thin.
“You’re just having one of those days, aye?” Shawn questions after noticing the annoyance that unconsciously displayed on his blemishless face. He had witnessed all the mishaps that came at the young photographer.
Sighing heavily, Connor rolls his eyes, “you have no idea. It’s like if it’s not one thing, it’s another.” He mutters.
“Well be glad there’s no concert today, so after this we’ll have one more meeting and you’ll be free as a bird to go hide in a box before any more bad things happen to you.” Shawn teases earning a nudge from Connor.
Connor finally received what he ordered, and as he expected, it wasn’t good. He still ate it however, not wanting to go into the last meeting hungry since he overheard Andrew saying it would be a longer one.
“To kill two birds with one stone, we’re deliberating on the documentary progress, and plans for the next leg of the tour.” Shawn told him as they traveled to the building.
The meeting was a little delayed since they had to wait on men they are partnering with to produce the documentary. Connor’s knee bounced in anticipation, his fingers tapping on the wooden table. He was mostly fidgety because he was freezing, with the combination of rain that got on him and the cold air conditioned room, and the lack of extra layers he wore—it was the middle of summer, he dressed according to the season—he was inconveniently underdressed. But as time went by his shirt dried, and his body adjusted to the climate. The meeting was going smoothly, to his dismay. He had earned a few compliments for his excellent videography, and he hadn’t made any mistakes, or caused any accidents as the men talked amongst the large round table. His hopeful thinking was thought about too, however, because as soon as the time to review the documentary he was producing came up, the lack of good luck he was having refreshed his memory. It took an IT technician, and fifteen added minutes—to an already prolonged meeting—to get the video working, but ultimately they were able to watch, discuss and critique what changes should be made. Ending the meeting to everybody’s relief. Especially Connor’s.
“Hey Con, we’re going to change and go to a club here in town. You tagging along?” Shawn asked on their way out of the conference room. Connor glances down at his silent phone, a trace of concern rising since he hadn’t gotten a single notification from you.
“Nah, I’m going to sit this one out and check in on y/n.” He ensures with a soft smile.
Shawn purses his lips, giving a cheeky grin, “aw, young love. You gotta love it man.” Connor pushes off his mockery, but the burn in his cheeks only intensifies the tall singer’s notions as he messes with him all the way to the truck.
On the way to the hotel Connor checks his social media in hopes of finding you on there doing something that would justify why you haven’t replied to any of his messages. He wouldn’t usually obsess over your whereabouts, trying to keep an open mind that you are as equally busy as he is. But today was just a tough day that required your attention a lot more than what he was receiving. This was also the first time that he had spent more than a week away from you, seeing as you had came on the tour with him for the first couple of weeks, but you had to return home for summer classes.
The downpour had intensified since the meeting resulting in Connor’s entire body getting drenched on his way into the hotel. The exhaustion weighed heavy in his limbs, with the amount of misfortune he dealt with in one day, he felt like he ran a marathon. His only request at this point was to hear your voice, take the dripping clothes off, and try again tomorrow.
As he made his way to his room, he could hear the muffled sound of music being played inside. His eyebrows knit together in confusion as he glanced to the other unbothered guys entering their own rooms in a hurry to get out of their wet clothes. Shawn and Brian were the only ones who stopped briefly to flash him their goofy smiles.
His breath hollowed out as he quietly pushed the door open, the sound of the vinyl player increasing from across the room. A smile spread across his lips immediately as he closes the door without disrupting you. His heart fluttered as he took you in where he stood in the entrance. A t-shirt of his adorned your torso, stopping just short enough that your butt was peaking out, and your legs were bare extended up in the air, crossed at the ankles. You lay on your stomach, your eyes cast down at the book, scanning intently across the pages, engulfed into the text.
Clear of disturbing the peace, he slips off his shoes, his cold, wet socks squishing across the ground as he peels out of his shirt. Before goes to interrupt you his photographer-sensors go off, knowing he has to capture the palatable moment on his phone.
You were far too deep into the world of literature to detect his presence, until the warmth of his body weighs into your backside. Your body twitches under him in surprise, before you breathed out a muffled laugh into the book your head was pressed into.
“Hi precious.” You mumble, your laugh growing as his fiery kiss heated the side of your neck, shoulder, ear...everywhere. You felt acutely ridiculous for how excited your body was reacting in his grasp, as though you weren’t being held by him not even a full week ago-as it seemed.
He lifts his face from your neck to a breath, “hi baby.” He whispers close to your ear. You take the time he breaks away to turn your head, peering at him from your peripheral. The grey sky illuminating light from the drawn back curtains, splashed over his marvelous features. You loved what you saw even in your strained view. He lays his hands on either side of your head to hoist himself up so you could spin into a more comfortable position underneath him.
His jean clad legs itched atop yours, the wetness you felt from them diverted your attention away from his warm lips pressing into yours.
“Mm-Connor.” You mumbled under his velvet lips. He ignores you, positioning himself so he had even more access to your mouth that he so deliciously worked on, tongue playing with yours strategically. You couldn’t deny the very-missed kiss was pulling your attention away from his wet jeans, but as he pressed his erection directly at your core, which was only covered by the skimpy panties, your attention was back on the minor issue.
You gasp into his mouth, grabbing his cheeks and pushing his face back. “Connor David.” You exhale, laughter lacing your words.
His cheeks are red, and his eyes vivid even in the dimly lit room. “What babe.” He says almost impatiently, but in a soft tone.
“Your jeans are cold as fuck, and itching me.” You giggle, rubbing your hands across his wet jean clad butt, he moves away from your touch also snickering.
Removing himself from off of you, your body shivers at the discard of his warmth. He tugs the belt, keeping his eyes steady on you, you smirk scooting back on the bed until your back is against the headboard. You watch intently. Admiring every ounce of your boyfriend.
“Don’t ever leave me hanging like that again.” He demands gently.
You cock a brow at him, confused by his meaning. The jeans fall to his ankles, his tight boxers and erection greeting you at eye level. “I thought something happened to you when you hadn’t respond.” He clarifies, at which you almost didn’t comprehend, too mesmerized by the v-lines dipping into his erected boxer.
You blink back into reality, nodding your head with understanding. “I’m sorry baby, I just figured, why give you a booty pic via text message when you can have the real thing right here in front of you.” Your voice dips into a seductive tone, eyes lowering in a sensual way. He loved the way you lowered your eyes and looked at him through your long lashes.
He wonders how his dick and heart hasn’t fell out of his body, but he puts it to the side as he crawls back into the bed so he could be with you.
The lust that coursed through him, subsides as he takes in the harmonious voice of Daniel Caesar, singing Best Part. He replaces your spot, leaning against the headboard as you rest your head on his chest. His muscles loosened instantly, heartbeat decelerating like he just got shot by a tranquilizer.
Caressing your cheek, he looks down at you. “I’m so glad you’re here. You really do make hard days better.” He admits never breaking his gaze on you.
You two were still fairly new in your relationship; you guys talked for several months while he was still attending classes at UCLA. But then he had to tie you down, proposing going steady a few months before he started the tour with Shawn. The sweet confessions came, but they were only occasional. And by occasional—you mean when you two are posting sweet little nothings about each other on social media. Although you both were sincere in what was posted, you two rarely voice how much you really do care for one another. Even if it’s visible how much you do.
It made your entire body hot, your heart fluttering as he places a chaste kiss on your lips, almost in a way to let it be known it wasn’t his dick talking, or any lust attached to how he felt. You bit your lip, fluttering your eyes open to his stunning ones. No matter how long you two will be together, the vibrancy of his eyes will be something you’ll never get used to.
“I’m glad you chose me.” You admit, smiling. You and him both knew he had his fair share of women who wanted that throne you proudly own. He knew from the moment he laid eyes on you, however, that he wanted you. It took a lot of convincing, dates and actions that matched his declaration of how badly he wanted to be with you. He enjoyed the chase, but he cherished having you to himself far more.
The bad day that he had sheds away from him as he held you in the silence, the grainy vinyl and soothing rain making you guys placid.
Eventually, he decided he should shower, the rain not sporting the best smell, although you didn’t mind. His scent was something you’re accustomed to, no matter how it’s manipulated the soothing natural odor belonging to him was still present.
As he showered you took the initiative to join him. His surprised expression photo-worthy as you pushed inside. After a half hour of frolicking in the hot shower: Kissing every thirty seconds, while telling each other reasons why you like each other so much: Washing his back and him doing the same (which results in him feeling on your ass): To attempting to have sex, but stopping after he trips and nearly kill both of you. You two are barely dried as he carries you to the bed.
His body, which was only covered by a towel, falls on your hardly covered one as he drops you down on the sheet. You giggle into his continuous gentle kiss. “Why do you keep kissing me?” You say in between pecks.
Connor feigns offense as he leans back. “You’re kissing me.” He retorts earning your roll of eyes as she tuts. “Did you really come all this way because you knew I was having a bad day and you wanted to give me the booty via-reality?” He asks after silence fell.
You laugh at ‘via-reality’ holding his squishy cheeks squared to your face, “no baby. I had it already planned to come. It was just a coincidence that you weren’t having a good day. So call it good luck that I was able to rescue the day.” You reassure pecking his nose.
Pondering for a moment, he looks at you through his thick eyelashes, the arrays of blues and greens in his irises nearly beamed at you, “you really are the luckiest thing that has blessed me. Honestly. I’ve been blessed.” He says it with almost disbelief.
The sweet confessions are all so overwhelming you couldn’t help yourself from climbing on him. The towel hiding your body slips a little, your cleavage coming into view.
“You’re literally the best Brash.” You mumble into the side of his neck as you hold him close to you. You leave a hot kiss on his neck, traveling up until you hovered over his ear, “I wouldn’t want to be with anyone else right now.” You meekly say, breathing softly as his hands cupped your ass, you lightly nibble at his earlobe.
He groans, hands tightening. You could feel the response to your actions in his lap as he pressed his erection up into you. Carefully, he peeled back the towel, his breath fanning over your collarbone as he left wet kisses across it, until he dips down to take an erected nipple into his mouth. You instantly moan, hands rising to grip his wet hair.
Just as the intensity of both of your touches and kisses grew a knock at the door disrupted it all. Connor all but screamed as he leaned away from you.
Cez’s voice sounded at the door as the muffled, “I only need you for five minutes. Bring your camera please.” confirmed it was important. He scurried out of bed to slip on a pair of shorts, leaving his chest bare.
“Do not move.” He instructs with his hand held out. You giggle and nod your head obediently. He sighs inspecting you once more. You looked like a renaissance painting, perched up in the bed with the towel loosely hanging at your hips, hair gorgeously messed up around your shoulders. He wanted nothing more than to ignore his bosses and stay in bed.
By the time he was finished showing Cez and Andrew photos from the last concert, you had dozed off. He doesn’t try to wake you once he’s back in the room, he takes another photo from his camera instead. Your hair covered your face, and your bare back was the only visible thing. The photo looks staged, even in your natural unconscious state was it easy to capture your beauty. He gets his phone and puts the new photo on his Instagram story (which is a bold move for him since he’s never posted a photo of this sort) captioning it with:
“No matter how bad a day can be, she sure can turn it around.”
Placing the phone on the bedside table, he cautiously press down on your back, giving you a gentle kiss right behind your ear, before snuggling in beside you. You stirred a little at his suddenness, but fell right back asleep, him doing the same.
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So it’s not my best work and I’m sorry about that. I’m not really used to writing in second person point of view so it’s something I’ll probably only do occasionally. But we all want CONtent so I just wanted to share a little.
#connor brashier#connor brashier fic#connor brashier imagine#connor brashier blurb#connor brashier smut#connor brashier fluff#shawn mendes imagines#coNtent ;)
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Angsty CEO!Brashier??
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Connor Masterlist
Shawn Masterlist On Softboyshawn
Works: 1
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Tea and Love | Boyfriend Connor
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Honey
author: Here’s my first completed request!! Also this is day 7 or 8 of me posting in a row so I’m patting myself on the back. Hope y’all like it and yes it mentions the “pr” stunt w/ Camila so don’t attack me
synopsis: You overhear something you should’ve known all along. But why does Shawn care? He’s the one who threw 5 years away. Throw in a New Year’s Eve Party and everything is bound to go haywire.
warning: requested by anon. Forgive me I swore lol but really it falls in my brand so 2k of angst to fluff :)
“Baby, I love you.”
“Yeah well maybe you should’ve thought about that before Miami!”
“It’s all a PR stunt, Y/N. I don’t get it! Why is this such a big deal to you? That all means shit to me! You know that!”
“Because you didn’t tell me, Shawn,” your eyes started watering but you ignored them, “because I had to explain to my family why your tongue was down some other girls throat and I didn’t know how to because you didn’t tell me!”
Shawn knew a fake relationship would go haywire, he knew that he wouldn’t be able to love you right if he was pretending to love some other girl. Shawn knew what would happen and yet here he was. Standing, begging, in front of you to stay with him because he didn’t think he could ever lose you.
“Honey, you know I love you.”
“Saying I love you isn’t going to fucking fix anything!”
It was true. He loved you so much that he didn’t consider that you’d end things, not when you were so in love with each other. His stupid ego was causing havoc while you cried in his kitchen with your key resting on his counter.
You loved him too much. This hurt too much.
You had that key since he first bought his condo, he remembered the two of you moving him out of his family home. You also used to have a key for there. The two of you had met back in Pickering before Handwritten, before Vine even and your relationship had guided the two of you through your rising fame. You were the one constant in his life, his love for you the only thing keeping him grounded through it all.
“I’m done. I won’t be made a fool and the paparazzi probably will be here soon, so I’m just going to leave.”
“Y/N…”
“Bye Shawn, have a nice life.”
You felt arms shift around your waist and your eyes snapped open. It was just a dream. Except it wasn’t because it wasn’t Shawn’s arms wrapped around you or his cologne covered pillow your head rested on. It was your boyfriend’s.
Not Shawn’s.
Collin must have noticed you shift in his bed because his crystal eyes were staring down at you. He had the sharpest blue eyes you had ever seen, a stark contrast to the familiar hazel.
Collin Bradford had been perfect.
He was what any girl like you could dream of. He wasn’t famous which was foremost the best because you didn’t have to deal with a rivalry about who’s better. He understood your strange hours and never complained about the red carpets or photographers. He was happy to let you take the spotlight. ENews was obsessed with him, not that you blamed them, Collin was by far the most attractive man you had been with since Shawn.
Collin Bradford had been perfect, until he wasn’t.
Once he got comfortable in the relationship he started letting all the new attention get to his head. He became flirty and arrogant. He was the golden boy of Hollywood and he always claimed to love you, so you let him stay in your life. When the cheating scandal happened you let him back in. And the 2 after that. Funny how you let him make you seem like a fool when you’d broken Shawn’s heart for the same reason.
“You okay?”
“Yeah, yeah, sorry. What time is it?”
“Almost 6. Do you need to get up?”
“Mmm,” you hummed in agreement, “I’ve got that interview with Spanish Vogue in three hours.”
Carol, your stylist, would kill you if you weren’t sitting in front of her within the next hour. You rose to your feet ignoring the ache that Shawn always massaged out of your back.
“Want an espresso?”
“No, don’t bother,” you smiled back at him, “let at least one of you enjoy a morning in bed.”
“Want to get me one?”
“Sure thing.”
“You’re the best Baby,” his face was hidden in his phone before you could say another word. That was his way of saying he’s done with this conversation.
You walked out of the bedroom and hurried to make your boyfriend his drink before scurrying back to place it by his head. He didn’t acknowledge you.
“We have Hailey Bieber’s New Year’s Eve Party tonight. You still want to come?”
“Yeah, yeah, I’ll be there.”
You were out the door by 6:10, accustomed to the tight schedule. It was two and a half hours when you noticed a 6’2” frame with curly hair towering over you. You didn’t dare look up until you saw his swallow tattoo emitting an unwanted gasp from your throat. Carol looked at you weirdly but your eyes were trained on pointed Chelsea boots that were hesitantly shuffling towards your seated figure.
“Y/N,” he sounded the same, honey smooth like the rest of him, “Y/N?”
Your gaze lifted from the ground where he stood, up his body and past the undone buttons of his shirt until you stopped on the hazel eyes from your distant memories.
“Hey.”
“Wow, Hi,” he was staring, “it’s been what, 2 years?”
“Just about. 2 years at the end of next month.”
Shawn didn’t pay attention to the nervous quake in your voice and if he did he didn’t make any moves to soothe your mind. He just remained mere feet away and looking down at you.
You hated that you could see the love behind his irises. He had put you through so much even after you left. Shawn hadn’t broken up with Camila for another 8 months after yours. That’s why you didn’t run back to him.
“Wha-what’re you doing here?”
“Oh, um I have an interview about my new work.”
“I heard about that. Congratulations by the way.”
“Thanks.”
He was still staring and watched you shift off the chair to stand before him. Shawn wasn’t paying mind to how close you two actually were until the air between you was mixing. You took his breath away, literally.
“Are you still with that asshole, Charles?”
“Charles? You mean Collin?”
“Yeah, I guess.”
“Then yes, yes I am.”
“Why? Didn’t he cheat on you?”
“Keeping tabs on me?”
He was growing frustrated with your stubbornness.
“Believe it or not, I still love you, Y/N. And I hate seeing you get hurt, especially by some guy who doesn’t deserve you!”
“And who deserves me? You? Shawn, the whole reason I was in this relationship to start was to get you out of my head,” your eyes were tearing up just like that night years ago, “because believe it or not, you hurt me first.”
Carol, bless her soul, gave an apologetic smile towards Shawn for interrupting your conversation and began walking you towards your interview.
“Honey, you okay?”
You nodded your head trying to piece your mind together before some poor interviewer talked to you.
“It was hard not to listen in,” she smiled softly, “but if you want my thoughts, I think he was telling the truth.”
You looked into her eyes searching for answers that you already knew.
“He loves you, Y/N, and I think you love him too.”
With one final look to make sure her observations got through to you, Carol opened the door and guided you towards your manager.
The interview went fine and before you know it, it was over. You spaced out one too many times, you were sure, but it was over and done with. A photo shoot followed so you would have a cover image on Spanish Vogue and before you knew it the sun was setting.
After a long day filled with too many people and the run-in with Shawn, the last thing on your mind was New Years. You had honestly forgotten about it until you got a slew of texts all talking about the plans for the evening. Everyone was going to show up around 10 and the night would progress from there.
You, however, wouldn’t leave the Vogue building until 11:20.
“Your dress is in the car so you’ll have to change in the back which is why I made sure the car would have a partition. And Collin can help you, okay?”
Collin would not be helping if you had a say in anything.
“Thank you, Carol, enjoy the holiday!”
“You too.”
You slipped into the Bentley waiting by the glass doors ignoring the flashes of cameras. And quickly pulled your dress from the door before turning to your boyfriend expectantly.
“Go up to the passenger seat.”
“It’s not like I haven’t seen you strip before,” he chuckled, eyeing the silky minidress in your hand, “is that even a full dress? Like I’m actually going to let you walk out of here in that.”
“Go to the fucking front and you haven’t had a worthy opinion about anything in the last 8 months because you cheated on me so get out.”
He glared at you but didn’t have any excuse. What could he say to you? Sorry? Collin hopped out ignoring the questions and the shouts about his scandals and sat in the front next to your driver. He glowered even more, if that’s possible, when the divider screen went up.
The party was in full blast by the time you had arrived. With only ten minutes until midnight everyone was bustling to reach their lover or any stranger with a decent pair of lips. Everyone was drunk, and if not absolutely hammered then tipsy. Not one person was standing without leaning on something for support.
“Collin, I’m ge-”
Your boyfriend who was minutes ago standing behind you was now leaning against the kitchen counter between some pretty girl’s thighs. His lips sipping from her solo cup before latching on her neck. Shocker.
Shawn was surely the only person aware of his surroundings and though no one else paid mind to you slipping into the party looking absolutely gorgeous except him. No one noticed the asshole behind you sneaking off to fuck some model. No one noticed your unsurprised yet hurt expression.
No one noticed except him.
He’d be lying to say he hadn’t been watching the front door since he arrived, looking for your familiar face. He was elated when you walked through the door because despite the fact that every time you two spoke it resulted in a fight, he still missed you. Had Shawn been a man with any common sense he would’ve shut down the whole pr relationship concept before it even became a possibility. But he hadn’t and then he lost the most important person in his life.
10
He made his way through the crowd offering friendly greetings to the drunk party goers before he was standing feet away from you again.
9
This time however your eyes didn’t shy away like they had earlier that day. No, they watched his gaze flicker across your entire being drinking you in.
8
“Hi,” your voice was breathless.
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“Hey,” his hands found your waist.
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“Are you drunk?”
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“No,” he smiled before repeating your question back at you, already knowing the answer.
4
“Are you drunk?”
3
“No.”
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“Good.”
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Shawn’s lips were pressed against your own and he tasted the same as when he was 16. It was like his eyes, pure honey, just so undeniably sweet. You wondered how you didn’t wander back to him like an addict during your 2 years of deprivation.
“Happy New Years, Baby.”
His mouth latched to yours again not wanting to pull apart longer than he had to.
“We still,” you whimpered when your lips separated again as he looked down at you, “we still have to talk about this. About us.”
“As long as there is an us, I’ll talk to you forever. And you have to break things off with that asshole.”
“Mmhmm,” you hummed against his lips.
“You’re my honey. You’re my sweet, sweet honey.”
“You sure you aren’t drunk?”
“Not drunk,” he couldn’t help but smile against your lips, “just happy. Really fucking happy.”
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Connor Brashier MS
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- left with a broken heart !
- rumor
- better half
- four years !
- quarantined lovers (request)
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laughs, kisses, & tears
Part 2 of Successful!
I hope y’all enjoy this little blurb! Wow I actually finished something and am posting it? Who would’ve thought?? P.S that little eyebrow twitch and smirk in this gif had me dead
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It’s no secret that Shawn loves to spoil you, despite how much you’ve protested. Not a week goes by where there hasn’t been a fresh bouquet of elegant flowers brought to your office or littering your shared condo. Half of your closet is made of new outfits Shawn had picked out for surprise date nights. You can't even count the amount of jewelry he has given you, despite telling him you don’t need it all, but according to him “you need to look pretty for all those business meetings”. Shawn loves to spoil you, but now it’s your time to spoil him.
Sadly, there has not been time for the two of you like you’d hope. With him finishing his tour and then award season coming right behind. Once he was home, he dedicated all his time to helping you with the last details of your company before the launching. But now, everything's in place. Shawn is home full-time and working in the studio downtown while the company has been climbing the chain and doing great. Which is why you’ve planned a weekend away from the two of you.
It’s your time to spoil your boy for once.
Shawn’s back was to you as you entered the condo. His tall figure sitting in front of the beautiful, black piano; a soft melody filling your ears. His hands effortlessly danced across the keys and they didn’t stop as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, nuzzling your nose into his hair.
“Hi baby.” The music stopped as he turned around on the binch, resting his hands on your hips. “You’re home from work very early.” He says, pulling you into his lap.
“I didn’t go in to work today.” You confessed and smiled as his head tilted like a confused puppy. “I was picking up a few things for this weekend.”
“This weekend?” Shawn was silently panicking, thinking he forgot an important anniversary or event.
“This weekend, you and me in my family’s cabin. I have a few surprises for you.” You grinned, excited for the weekend you had planned.
“Oh baby, you didn’t hav-” You cut Shawn off by planting a soft kiss on his lips, silencing his words.
“You are always spoiling me. It’s my turn to spoil you. Besides, I already packed our bags and got the stuff to make all your favorite foods and a few small things that you deserve. So, if you don’t mind, please get your cute butt downstairs and in the car.” Shawn smiled and placed another kiss on your lips before grabbing his keys from on top of the piano.
The three hour drive to the cabin was peaceful. Shawn’s hand was holding yours the entire time and you’ve been singing Disney and Broadway songs the whole way. It didn't seem like a long drive at all and before you knew it, the beautiful wooden house was in your view.
The two of you quickly unloaded the Jeep and brought everything into the toasty warm house. You looked over and smiled as you saw the fireplace cracking away and fresh blankets laying around. Quickly, the two of you put the few groceries up.
“God, I love your parents.” Shawn said, looking at the lively cabin, knowing who got the place all together. “But I love you more.” Shawn whispered in your ear, pushing his body up against yours; his lips finding their way down your neck, to your collarbone. A soft moan escaping you as your head leans back on his shoulder.
“Show me how much you love me.” You all but beg.
“Yes ma’am.” and god, did he show you.
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Your eyes fluttered open to see Shawn’s arm wrapped around your middle, his large hand resting on your stomach as he pressed your back against his chest. Carefully, you moved his arm away from you and wiggled out of bed and slipped on a pair of panties and Shawn’s hoodie before making your way into the kitchen to begin preparing for dinner. Deciding to grab all the ingredients to make steak with loaded potatoes and ceasar salad, which was the first meal you ever cooked for Shawn.
You were in the middle of placing the potatoes into the oven when you heard shuffling down the hall. Shawn’s tall figure came into your sight as you closed the oven door and placed the seasoned steak into a skillet.
“Hi love.” You greeted him as his arms went around your waist. “Did you sleep well?”
“Mhmm. I got cold without you though.” He lightly presses a few kisses to your cheeks. “Whatcha making?” He asked as you flipped the steaks over.
“Steak, with loaded potatoes and salad.” You answered, focused on the cooking food in front of you. He moaned in delight at the smell before walking to the fridge.
“Do you want any wine, honey?” He asked, taking the bottle of red out of the fridge. You pause for a moment.
“No thank you.” Shawn nodded, knowing sometimes you just don’t want to drink. Soon, the steaks were cooked to your preference and the potatoes out of the oven. As you were tossing the salad, Shawn helped plate the food and take it over to the small table. The two of you dug into the meal, a calm and comfortable silence between the two of you; with Shawn praising your cooking every other bite.
“So why the sudden trip babe?” Shawn asked as he finished off the last of his food. You smile over at him.
“I can’t spoil my man?” You teased, grabbing his hand. “Baby, you have supported me through everything and never failed to spoil me with what I need to make it through, despite how much I’ve told you to stop. I finally am in a place where I can give back to you because you deserve it.”
“I love you, and I would do everything all over again for you.” He whispered, kissing your hand. “And I will never stop spoiling you.” He teased.
“Speaking of…” You ran into the other room, grabbing the wrapped box. Shawn gave you a pointed look as you placed it on the coffee table, rushing over to pull him on the couch. “I got you something, to just show how much I love you and how proud I am of you finishing your tour like a champ. Now open it!” You were anxious, hoping he liked it as much as you wish he would.
Shawn couldn’t help but gasp lightly in surprise at the guitar that laid in the box. A 1969 Fender Stratocaster sat in perfect condition before his eyes, one that he knew all too well from how often he researched it as a teenager. It was the guitar that Jimi Hendrix played.
“Baby…” Shawn’s fingers traced over the strings. “How?”
“The museum in Seattle was having a charity auction, and this was the top item. I’ve had a few of my people’s eyes out for it for a while now and when they announced that it was being sold, I made a good offer.” You explained, scooting closer to him. “I remember you saying how much you would love to play just one song on this guitar and now, you can play as many as you choose.” Shawn’s lips captured yours in a passionate kiss, one hand on the side of your neck and the other tangled in your hair.
“I told you that when I was 16?” Shawn whispered against your lips as he pulled away. You laugh lightly.
“Trust me, I remember everything about you Shawn Peter Raul Mendes.” You said, kissing his lips once more. “But there’s more. Look on the back.” Shawn looked confused but excited as he gently flipped the guitar over, seeing a note on the back.
I hope you hold our little one as gently as this guitar!
Right underneath was a small ultrasound photo, pointing out a small, almost unnoticeable dot. Shawn swears he stopped breathing as he stared at the photo and note. Your leg wouldn’t stop bouncing as you watched him in silence, letting him take it in and process.
“Really?” Shawn’s head turned towards you, his eyes teary. “You’re really pregnant? Like my baby is in your tummy?” His eyes darted down to your stomach.
“Yeah, your baby is in my tummy.” You lightly laugh at his goofiness as tears form in your eyes. Shawn’s lip wobbled as he pulled you onto his lap, hugging you close. The two of you sharing more laughs, kisses and tears as you celebrate the new bundle of joy to come.
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Used to This
A/N: to make up for the last one, here’s a very soft and fluffy fic!
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Word count: 1.8k -ish
Connor’s hand made its way to your side of the bed; desperately wanting to hold you close. His eyes were still shut and he was half asleep, so when he felt the cold sheet instead of your body, he became fully awake.
He opens his eyes and frowned when he was met with an empty space instead of his wife. Wife. He still couldn’t believe that he gets to call someone his wife. A wife to wake up to everyday and love for the rest of his life. He’s able to walk down the street with her and introduce her to everyone “Hi, this is my wife. Isn’t she amazing?”
Connor sits up and stretches his arms. He leans over to grab his phone, when he noticed a yellow post-it note resting beside the device.
breakfast is waiting for you when you decide to get up sleepyhead x
After washing up, Connor made his way out of their bedroom and down the stairs towards the kitchen, where you probably were. He could already smell the heavenly food from the top of the stairs that made his stomach grumble.
Since it’s only been a few days since they moved in, there were moving boxes everywhere and the house was still pretty bare, besides the basic furniture; bed, couch, dining table, chairs.
“No peeking!”
“Connor, you put a blindfold over my eyes” You stated, rolling your eyes playfully, even though he couldn’t see you “How can I take a peek?”
“Just making sure, baby”
“Where even are we?” You whined as you gripped tightly onto his hand “When can I take this stupid blindfold off”
“Be patient, woman” He laughs and quietly opened the front door, carefully leading you in without tripping you “It’s just a few more steps and I’ll untie the blindfold on you”
“Are you going to kill me?” You asked seriously “Is this why we were driving for so long? You’re going to dispose my body somewhere far away so no one can find my body?”
“Yes, that’s exactly what I’m going to do” He answered sarcastically “I told you I loved you and asked you to marry me because I want to murder you”
Once they reached the specific area, Connor stopped her in the middle of the room “Okay, stop” He ordered “I’m going to take it off but keep your eyes closed, you hear me?”
“So bossy” You teased; yelping when you felt his fingers poking your side “Okay, okay I will!”
“Okay and open!”
When you opened your eyes, the first thing you noticed was the sight of a giant window with no curtains. As you look around the room, you grew more confused as to why Connor took you to an empty house.
“Why are we here?” You asked confusingly “What is this place?”
Connor laughs softly, nodding his head towards the direction of the giant bouquet of roses resting against the wall with a purple envelope leaning against it “Read the letter if you want to know”
Still stunned, you slowly walk towards it and picked up the envelope first. Tearing it open, you found a neatly folded handwritten letter.
Do you remember when you asked me a few years ago; where do I see myself in 10 years?
I told you I’d like to think I’d be married by then, and even though I never said it out loud, my heart hoped it would be you. I told you I’d save up enough money to buy a new house for my family; one with a big backyard so the kids would have an area to play football and have tea parties. I’d build a tree house for them so we could see the stars better at night.
The house would be big enough to fit a family of 4 because I always wanted a boy and a girl, but I’d definitely not complain if there were more kids to come, it just means I’d have to find a bigger house. There would be enough rooms to have a study, a nursery and a playroom. I’d also want one of the rooms to just be filled with memories all over the wall.
And do you remember what I told you when I proposed to you? I told you I’d take care of you in sickness and in health, provide you with only the best because it’s what you deserve, baby.
So, this marks a new chapter of our lives.
You turned around, with tears in your eyes, to see Connor standing before you with a huge smile on his face. “This place…”
“Is ours” Connor confirmed “I bought it”
“You said we were going to wait at least 6 months after the wedding to start looking for a place!” You said “I told you your apartment was fine, baby. There’s enough space for the both of you. We don’t have to rush into finding a new place”
“Well, that’s too late now” He laughs and reaches out for your hand, pulling you close to him “You’re going to be my wife soon and you’re going to put up with me for the rest of our lives, I figured this place was a decent place to start”
You wrapped your arms around his neck, smiling softly “It’s not like I’m forced to be put up with you forever, you know? I agreed to love you and stay by your side, no matter how dorky you get or how much you love to annoy me when I’m doing my work”
“And that’s all I want” Connor presses his forehead against yours “To make this feel like home, to raise our kids in this house, to grow old together, everything you want to do… As long as I’m with you”
Soft music was playing from your portable speaker as Connor watched you work at the stove. He leaned against the door and watched as you stir the pan while singing along softly to the background music, while dressed in nothing but his hoodie.
He sneaked up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, chuckling when you let out a squealed in surprise.
“You’re cooking?” Connor asked, resting his chin on your shoulder as he watched the scrambled eggs in the pan “That’s it. I’m officially in paradise”
“Don’t exaggerate, mister” You rolled your eyes playfully, turning your head to press a swift kiss to his cheek “Did you sleep well?”
“As usual” He sighs happily “You know, I could really get used to this. Seeing you cook in my hoodie everyday”
“You and me both” You said “Your hoodies are the comfiest thing in our closet”
“We could totally burn all your dresses” Connor nodded “I’m never going to complain if all you want to wear is my hoodie”
When the music switched, Connor reached over to turn off the stove. You look at him confusingly as he grabbed your hand and turned you around “What are you doing?”
“Wanna dance with you” He stated the obvious, pulling you towards the middle of the kitchen “This is our song”
“Babe, you’ve basically declared any love song as our song” You giggled and wrapped your arms around his neck, swaying slowly to the music.
“Well then, all of them are our song” Connor argued back “I don’t care, I make the rules”
“Alright, whatever you say” You smiled.
“Lucky I’m in love with my best friend, lucky to have been where I have been” Connor sings along while he twirled you “Lucky to be coming home again”
“You should sing more” You commented and rested your head against his shoulder “It’s my favourite sound in the world”
“You know you’re the only one I’d sing to, baby” He chuckled.
When the song ends, you were going to move back to the stove but Connor had other plans.
“Where are we going? I was in the middle of making breakfast!” You whined as Connor pulled you out of the kitchen.
“I need to show you something first before breakfast” Connor grinned “I’ve been keeping it a surprise from you”
“Is our marriage going to based on you constantly giving me surprises?”
“Pretty much”
He led you to room down the hallway; the only room you haven’t seen because it was locked and when you asked Connor, he’d always shrug you off with a “I’ll let you see it soon”.
You raised an eyebrow curiously as you stood in front of the door “You’re finally going to let me see what body you’re hiding behind this door?”
Connor shook his head, snickering “Yeah, so make sure you don’t pass out or anything”
“I mean I make no promises…”
“This was the only room that I could finish doing just before we moved in” He said “And I really hope you like how it turned out”
When he opened the door and revealed the door to you, your jaws dropped in shock. The room wasn’t that big, probably the smallest out of all the rooms in the house but it was fully decorated and complete. He had the room painted grey, your favourite colour.
Connor knew how much of a makeup freak you were and always complained about not having enough space of everything, but never would you thought he would build you your own makeup room.
“You did all this?” You asked stunned, looking around the room then to him as he leaned against the door “How did you-,”
“Shawn and Bri helped out a little” He answered, before thinking about his answer “Actually not really. They just annoyed the shit out of me while I got to work”
“Con, this is so beautiful” You muttered as you ran your fingers across the white vanity “I can’t believe you did this for me”
You felt him standing behind you, with his arms wrapped around your person “I told you I’d do anything for you” He muttered, pressing a soft kiss to your hair “Plus, I figured you needed space for all your makeup so I’m hoping this is enough”
You turn around in his grip, smiling at him “You’re the best, you know that? This must have taken you ages! Is that why you kept saying you were going to Shawn’s for fifa?”
Connor nodded and smiled sheepishly “More or less”
And that’s when you noticed the big frame hanging on the wall by the window that made you gasped. You pushed Connor away softly and trailed towards it.
You didn’t think you were going to see the official wedding photos from the photographer for another couple of days but this one; the one that you and Connor took outside the Church under the big tree, was hanging perfectly on the wall.
On the frame, engraved at the bottom was marry me, today and everyday
That was your ‘official song’, the first song you danced as a married couple.
“Had to wait for that to arrive last night before I showed you the room” Connor chuckled from behind you.
You turn around and pulled him in a tight hug “I love you” You mumbled against his neck “Today, tomorrow, every day”
“You better” Connor teased as he rubbed your back comfortingly “You made a vow to me, miss”
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Baby Brash
July 13th, his 20th birthday. That night was the reason why you were here today. If that night wouldn’t have happened you wouldn’t have peed on a stick this morning, it wouldn’t have been positive and you wouldn’t be sitting on the bed at your OBGYN’s clinic awaiting for her results.
You’ve been best friends with Connor since you both were 7. That was 13 years of friendship. 13 years of listening to him go on about photography, 13 years of supporting him and his dreams no one else really supported when he first got started in high school.
It was also 13 years of being asked how long you two had been in a relationship.
Girls and boys can be best friends without falling in love. Or well, that’s what you always said to everyone when they asked. You’d been in love with Connor since you were 17, but you knew he’d never feel the same, so you kept that feeling pushed way back into your brain.
Connor was there for you through every boyfriend, just like you were for his girlfriends. The heartbreak and the first time discussions after the fact.
“Alright,” The Doctor walks in after tapping on the wooden door with her knuckle twice. “So your positive was correct, you are pregnant.”
You sighed, shoulders sinking. “Really?”
“Yep, really really pregnant.” She smiles, handing you a few brochures. “Let’s go over your options.”
You look up with wide eyes, horror running through your veins and emotions.
“Let’s not, thanks Doc, but I’m already attached to this kid, and if you knew the Dad you would be too.”
She smiles, nodding but telling you to take the brochures just in case.
She refers you to one of her colleagues who’s an Obstetrician with her practice and can take you through your pregnancy and birth.
You take the information she gave you and leave with a small smile and a polite wave goodbye to her front office receptionist. Once you’re back in your car you let the new totally settle in.
You were having a baby, with Connor, at age 19 and 20. Super cool.
On Connor’s birthday everything went a little crazy. Shawn threw a rager, wanting to celebrate his newest addition to his team, and his friend who was turning the big 2 0. He flew you out to where they were so you could be there to celebrate and surprise Connor.
Everyone went a little crazy, everyone.
Brian was so blacked out that he took Alessia back to his room with him, forgot that he invited her in, and called Shawn from the bathroom freaking out that she’d followed him home. (Even though we were all in the same hotel)
Shawn was the only one that didn’t go hard. Knowing he had shows and other obligations like filming music videos and meeting up with Chance the Rapper. He supervised, and not well, but had a blast watching everyone be stupid and make fools of themselves.
Connor was a clingy needy drunk, so throughout the night he just became more and more glued to your side. He hadn’t seen you in months, and missed you so much. It all started when he wanted to dance to the slow songs with you, hands on your hips, holding you close. You fell into his embrace, missing being held in such a way, and feeling so safe with Connor. He planted a few kisses to your neck, and one just behind your ear learning very quickly that that was your weak spot.
After you let out a shaky moan of his name, tucking your fingers into his hair, you were a goner. You both quickly found your way back to his room, falling on the bed nakedly exploring the other between the sheets.
By morning? You both swore to never speak of it again, pretend like nothing happened, and move on. Everything was normal, it literally was like nothing happened. He still picked on you, you still gave him shit in front of the guys, but you both were still there for the other in ways no one else could be.
You clicked on his contact; ‘Bri’s lil bitch C David Brash”
Brian really changed Connor’s name in your phone to the best thing you’d ever seen, you wouldn’t dare change it.
“Whattup?” He answered on the third ring, and suddenly, you’re emotional.
“Hey,” You choke out, looking around trying to distract your brain.
“What’s wrong?” His side of the phone shuffles, and becomes marginally quieter.
“Nothing,” You whisper, “What are you doing?”
“I’m talking to you, tell me what’s wrong?”
“It’s nothing Con.”
“You’re upset though, I can hear it.”
“When do you come home again?”
“I come home next week, I have to meet my counselor and then register for classes. I get into town on Monday, and I leave Friday.”
You nod, knowing full well he can’t see you. “Can we meet on Monday?”
You need to tell him, and you won’t keep this a secret from him longer than you have too.
“Um yeah, I fly in at like 8, wanna meet for coffee and breakfast or something?”
“Yeah perfect.”
“Okay…..? Ready to tell me what’s wrong yet?” He asks.
You sigh, “I should let you go, you’re probably busy.”
“No, hey,” He protests. “I wanna talk, I miss you.”
You smile, insides running warm when you hear his voice say those words. “I miss you too Baby Brash.”
You can hear him sigh and you can practically see him rolling his eyes. “So you watched the newest video?”
“Of course I did, got your post notifications on.”
“No you don’t.”
“No you’re right, I don’t, I have Shawn’s on.”
At this he laughs, like a snort and everything and it makes you feel good, to be able to get him to laugh like that again, to hear that laugh.
“Brashier, we gotta go!” Brian yells at him in the background.
“You’re literally standing behind me, why you gotta yell?”
“Because I felt like pissing you off.” Brian snickers. “Who you on the phone with? Gots a girlyfriend?” Something must happen on Connor’s side of the phone because suddenly all you can hear is boys yelling.
“Connor that’s the fourth girl you’ve been on the phone with today!”
“There is no hot sex going on over here!”
“PASS THE WEED MAN!”
“Shut the fuck up!” Connor’s voice is back, “Jesus it’s just Y/n, could you…?”
“But we wanna say hi!” Shawn and Brian whine.
You giggle and blush a little at the attention.
Connor shuffles the phone, and then you can barely hear him, he’s really muffled but you make it out. “She’s upset about something, so could you fucking leave for a minute. I was getting her to talk and then you fuckers walked in.” A few seconds later and he’s back crystal clear. “Okay they left, you still there Honey?”
“You didn’t need to kick them out.”
“But I wanna talk to you.”
“They just wanted to say hi.”
“But you’re my best friend.” He whines, “They’d steal all your attention.”
“You need to go, I’ll see you next week okay?”
“Okay, love you kid.” He says softly.
“Love you too Brash.”
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He walks in, looking all nerdy cute, face down into his phone.
iMessage from Bri’s lil bitch C David Brash: Im here where u is
“If you ever looked up from your phone you’d know I’m here too Bitch.” You say from your table, laughing when he jumps and looks over at you.
“You scared the shit out of me.” He laughs, smiling really wide when you stand and give him a big hug. “Fuck I missed you Kid.” He sighs into your neck, letting your scent relax his stressed out mind.
“Missed you too.”
He takes the seat across from you, thanking you for the coffee you already had ordered and sat in front of his seat on the table. He takes a sip as you take a deep breath and shut your eyes to give yourself that last push of encouragement.
“Connor?”
“Yeah?”
“I’m pregnant.” You blurt.
It’s then that you realize your eyes are still closed, opening them one at a time to see his reaction. It’s comical almost, the sight of him, jaw dropped, eyes bugging, body frozen.
You give it a moment, a second to really settle into his brain, you needed to do the same when you found out. Hell, you’re still doing that.
He clears his throat, shakes his head a bit, but his eyes continue to flare out at you.
“Excuse me?” He croaks.
“I’m pregnant,” You nod, watching him nod with you. “And it’s yours.”
He hums, and continues to stare at you. You take a sip of your decaf coffee, wincing at the weird taste.
“Fuck man, I don’t know if I can handle 9 months of decaf, that shit is gross as hell.”
This seems to snap Connor out of whatever daze he was in.
“You’re being real right now?” He looks around, “Is Brian here filming me? Is this a prank or something? You got me, you got my reaction, turn it off now.”
You sigh, worried he would think something like that. You just sit there, staring at him.
“You’re being real?!?” He says with persistence in his voice, leaning closer to you.
“That night we swore to never speak of again? Well, we’ll be talking for at least the next 18 years.” You shrug.
He’s still in shock, just staring at you with a glazed over glance. You just nod and smile a little at him, trying to coax him through his shock.
“I-” He gapes, “Um, we...I...condom!”
You giggle, shaking your head at him while rolling your eyes. “Really? That’s what you’re gonna do? Blurt ‘condom’ out like it’ll fix everything?”
“But I used one!” He’s becoming defensive. Snapping at you in ways he’s done in the past when he’s stressed to the brim and can’t control his emotions. You can count the amount of times snapped at you on one hand.
“They’re only 98% effective, if that, Connor. Or maybe it broke or something. It happened, and I’m pregnant.”
“No! We can’t, a baby?”
You take a deep breath, trying to tell yourself that he’s just in shock and that he’s gonna be happy about this, someday. He doesn’t mean the way he’s reacting right now.
“How are you calm right now?” He asks in shrill.
“I don’t know Connor, life happens. It’s not perfect but we’ll figure it out.” You shrug, raising your voice a little to match his level.
“Fucking shit,” He tugs at his hair, face grimancing as he groans.
You sigh, grabbing your purse, collecting your phone and coffee and stand to leave. His head whips up when you stand, and he watches as you straighten out your shorts before starting to walk away.
“No, don’t go.” He pleads.
“Talk to me when this settles Connor. I can’t be here to watch you freak out. My hormones are all sorts of fucked up right now and I’m trying to stay positive about this whole thing but your reaction isn’t helping.”
He gets up and follows you out of the coffee shop, racing to meet you at your car before you can leave.
“Wait, talk to me, please.” He blocks your door so you can’t close it.
You look up, tears in your eyes that tear his heart apart. “We really did turn into Ross and Rachel huh? Just like everyone said throughout high school. Except we won’t end up together, we’ll always be the Ross and Rachel before they got together.”
He shakes his head, “I’m your lobster.”
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Connor sits on your couch three days later. This was the first chance he’d been able to actually come over, any other conversations have been over the phone or text message since your meeting at the coffee shop.
It’s kind of awkward, the both of you sitting in silence as you try to not bring up the elephant in the room.
“I’m sorry,” You clear your throat, wincing as you lean forward and start this conversation. “I’m sorry that I up and left you on Monday. That wasn’t cool. I dropped a big ass bomb on you, something we would have never expected in a million years, and then just got up and left you alone. My hormones are whacked out right now but that’s not an excuse. So I’m sorry for being a shitty friend and making you go through that shock alone.”
“Hey,” He shakes his head, turning towards you on the couch, scooting closer. “Don’t be sorry. I was kind of being a jackass. I shouldn’t have flipped out like that.”
You sigh, smiling up at him. “I missed you, a lot.”
His hand falls on top of yours, fingers intertwining. “I missed you so much, you have no idea.” He sighs, letting his eyes rake over you for a moment, imagining what you’ll look like with a baby bump. “How the hell am I supposed to leave for tour?”
“Just go, I’m not due until May. You’ll be back in December, that’s plenty of time.”
“You’re pregnant, I want to be here for appointments, picking out and setting up the crib, cravings, all of it!”
You smile, reaching over and caressing his cheek. “Then talk to Shawn, sit down with Cez, explain it to Brian because he’ll lose his shit if you leave him without a solid reason behind it. We’ll figure it out, and make do.” You shrug.
He nods, leaning into your hand a little. “You always make everything better.”
“That’s because I know you Connor David,” You tap his cheek twice, “I know how to handle you.”
He grins, rolling his eyes before flopping back into the corner of your couch he’s claimed as his. “Have you told your mom yet?” He asks, throwing your fluffy white and black throw blanket over his lap.
“No,” You sigh, kicking your feet up and relax across from him on your sectional. He smirks as you take a breath, reaching over and grabbing your feet to give you a foot massage. “What are you doing?”
“Gotta get used to pampering you, might as well get a head start.” He murmurs. “Are you scared to tell your mom?”
“I mean not really. It’s not the ideal situation I was hoping for when I thought about having kids. But like, I can’t complain. I’m honored to have your kid Con, I think I got lucky when it comes to the baby daddy part of this.”
He tilts his head, looking over at you with a blush on his cheeks.
“I guess you could say I got pretty lucky with the baby mama part.” He mutters, watching you from under his lashes, grinning when you roll your eyes and throw your head back to hide the apparent blush forming across your cheeks.
**
Your guest bedroom that once used to be your small library and office area has now been bombarded with camera gear, a full sized bed covered in basic grey sheets and a black comforter.
Connor spoke with Shawn and Cez the first chance he had when he got back to tour. He explained the situation, as awkward and unexpected it is, and expressed his need to be home more for you and his unborn child.
Both were very understanding to him and his needs, granting him a week off a month ensuring that he’d still be able to get enough footage but also time at home. It also gave Shawn and the crew a moment of peace and not having to worry about cameras so much, not that Connor is like the crazy paps.
But now that Connor will be home once a month it made sense that he move into your spare room instead of having to stay with his parents or pay for a place he really wouldn’t see all that often. It was the perfect set up, to be there and help you when you need it.
You two were still adjusting to living together, or with another human (of the different sex).
You walked into the apartment from class, stopping short when the first thing you saw in your kitchen was Connor, in only his black Calvins.
“Bro,” You shield your eyes setting your backpack on your bar stool, “Can you wear pants?”
Connor looks over at the sound of your voice, a slice of cheese between his fingers, munching on a bite. He looks down, and then back up to you holding a hand over your eyes.
“I’m in boxers, I’m not naked.”
“No one wants to see your dick though,” You shake your head, grinning as you say, “Been there, done that.”
He chuckles, leaning closer to you and peeling your hands away from your eyes so you can see his smug smile. “You weren’t complaining then.”
Your jaw drops and you blush as he raises an eyebrow at you. “Well,” You stutter, “I mean,” He smiles, getting the best reaction out of you. “Shut up, go put clothes on!” You smack his arm shooing him to his room.
**
You both were getting really good and creative with ways to hiding your pregnancy. The only people who knew were the team, and family. Not even friends from your high school knew.
The issue with hiding this was the fact that Connor was gaining a lot of attention from Shawn’s fans. You didn’t blame them, no matter what brought them to become a fan of his, it at least brought more attention to his work and was getting him that much more popular. This just meant that you had to take hiding your pregnancy to a whole new level.
For a while you were able to just wear some big sweatshirts to cover the smallest bump you had. When sweatshirts weren’t able to work so much you then resorted to really flowy shirts and a big purse you could always swing in front of your belly.
There was even one time that Connor and the whole crew were in town. They had invited you to lunch since no one had seen you since Connor told everyone. But at the end of lunch the manager came to tell the group that the paparazzi had followed Shawn and his own lunch date.
You were panicked while everyone just rolled their eyes and grumbled about how someone had probably called them so pictures of Shawn and his date could be taken. You looked to Connor and gulped as he laughed with Brian about a meme he was showing him.
“Y/n, you okay?” Shawn asked from across the table.
He was always so kind, and it boggled your mind how he could always see everyone, even when there were thousands in front of him, he could see everyone and notice every mood change.
Connor looked over after Shawn’s question and noticed your worried expression.
“Um, I’m,” You looked down at your shirt that very clearly showed off your small baby bump. “We haven’t told-”
“Oh shit,” Connor mumbled now noticing what you were referring too. “Fuck they’re gonna get pictures of us.” He looked to Shawn.
“I totally forgot,” Shawn rubs his forehead. “I’m so sorry you guys.”
“Do you have anything to like hide behind?” Brian asked.
“No, I didn’t bring a jacket because it’s so nice out.” You shake your head.
“Actually,” Connor cringes, looking at Josiah. “Do you still have your pocket reflector?”
Josiah nods, handing it to Connor.
“We’ll head out first, and then you guys go with Brian and maybe they’ll won’t pay you much attention. We’ll take a walk down the block or something.” Shawn stands, giving you an apologetic smile before walking out with his date.
You look to Connor and Brian as Connor is unfolding the reflector that creates a decent sized circle. You just laugh out loud when he offers it to you.
“What?” He asks.
“What the fuck am I supposed to do with this?” You laugh taking it from him. “It definitely doesn’t look like I’m hiding anything.” You���re sarcastic tone makes the boys chuckle.
“Here,” Brian hands Connor an old disposable camera. “Pretend like you’re taking my picture as we walk to the car so it looks like she’s actually using it.”
You just laugh harder and so do the boys at this elaborate plan to cover your pregnant belly.
**
At 5 months your little one is now starting to move. You’re really uncomfortable at the moment, in the stages of dealing with pregnancy and the symptoms.
Tonight is no different, if anything, it’s worse. Baby Brash (literally) has the hiccups and it’s causing your belly to move every 30 seconds or so. So sleeping at the moment isn’t a reality. Finding a comfortable spot to fall asleep isn’t a reality either.
iMessage from Papa 👶: Stop moving, I can hear your bed springs, lord help our child when you get laid.
You rolled your eyes at Connor’s message. He changed his name in your phone when he finally saw what you had him under. He even changed your name in his phone to ‘Mama 👶’ with the baby emoji.
iMessage to Papa👶 : Tell your child to stop moving so much then
You watched as he read the message, but frowned a little when he didn’t start responding. You jumped when your bedroom door creaked open, revealing Connor in a worn white t shirt and plaid pajama pants.
“Hey you,” He crawls into your bed, shuffling under your covers with you. “Hey Kid,” He smiles, leaning down to plant a small kiss to your belly. “Stop moving in there so Mama can go to sleep. She’s keeping me up because you’re keeping her up.”
You roll your eyes again, glaring at him. “Really?”
“You told me to tell the kid.” He shrugs.
His hands have found their way to your belly, rubbing soothing circles in hopes of calming his baby down and lulling you to sleep.
You sigh and let your eyes flutter close.
“What hurts tonight?” He whispers.
“My hips and back.”
“Roll to your side for me.”
You do as told, and moan a little when he starts massaging at your tender hips. Your lower back is so tired and your hips are sore.
He keeps rubbing and tracing designs on your skin until your breathing evens out. He rolls away a little to go back to his room before your rolling towards him, and resting your head on his chest.
“Don’t go.” You whine.
**
His whole life flashed before his eyes when he got the call. His whole life.
That’s the only words running through his mind.
His whole life.
“What did she say?” Brian as he drove to the airport.
“She said that she was being transported to the hospital and because she’s pregnant they wanted to take her in for more testing just to double check that everything was okay.”
“And what happened again?”
“She was driving home from work, her light went green and she proceeded through the intersection when some dipshit in a fucking truck ran the red and hit the back of her car, sounds like it’s totaled but luckily he just hit her trunk, so she wasn’t hurt to much.”
“She’s okay though right?” Brian asked again.
“As far as I know, but I’ll keep you updated. Just tell everyone else for me okay?”
“Of course man. Just go take care of her and that Baby.”
Connor takes a shaky breath as he looks out the window.
“Connor,” Brian said, surprising him by using his full name. “You need to breathe.”
“My whole life was in that car Brian, my whole life was sitting in the driver's seat of that car, and-”
“You need to breathe Connor.”
“I’m trying!” He snaps at Brian, “But I’m freaking out! My girl and our baby were in an accident today and I’m not there with them! So please forgive me if I’m a little scared and panicked.”
“I know you are, you just gotta stay calm. Positive thoughts lead to positive outcomes.”
“You really need to stop doing that weird fucking yoga thing with Shawn. It’s changing you man.” Connor jokes, trying to lighten his own mood.
**
By the time Connor’s landed you’re already home and resting. He bursts into the apartment like a bat out of hell, slamming the door and flipping the lock before throwing his bag to the ground and racing to your room.
“Jesus, be a little louder why don’t you.” You comment when he falls into your room.
“Are you okay? What did the doctor say? Is our Bean okay?” He throws himself onto your bed, hands instantly searching for your ever growing bump.
“We’re okay.” You whisper, threading your fingers through his hair to calm him down. “I told you we were fine and that you didn’t need to come home.”
“Right,” He scoffs. “Like I was just gonna stay miles away from you after you’ve been in an accident.”
“But we’re okay! You’re parents, my parents, our siblings, everyone was there with me. Really we’re okay.”
“Okay, okay.” He nods, laying down with his head beside your big belly, rubbing and tapping at it, smiling when he feels a few kicks. “My Bean is kicking?” He looks up at you.
“Yeah, has been for a week or so.”
“Why didn’t you say so?”
“Well,” You frown, looking away. “To be honest I planned on pretending that the first time Bean kicked when you were home next was the first time so you didn’t feel like you were missing out on anything.”
Connor smiles at you, shaking his head and leaning up to plant a kiss to your cheek. “Thank you for planning to lie to me.”
You giggle, before shifting to sit up more. You reach for the papers on your bedside table and hand them to Connor.
“What’s this?” He asks, looking down. His face falls, frown dropping his lips eyes looking up at you. “What is this? Why are you handing me this?”
“I think we need to talk about it.” You shrug.
“Not right now.”
“Connor this is serious, it’s not just us anymore. We’re having a kid, we need to have a Will drawn up.”
“I understand that, but I don’t wanna talk about it right now.”
“Connor, in the event that something happens to one of us, we need to know what the other wants.”
“Stop, stop, stop talkin’ like that!”
“Connor,”
“Please,” He tugs at his hair, “Please not right now. I understand we need to know, I get that and we’ll have it drawn up but I don’t want to talk about it right now. All my nightmares came true today.” He looks at you with sad eyes. “I haven’t told you this, but lately I’ve been having a few nightmares that something happens to you and our Bean, and I’m not there to help you or protect you.” He shakes his head, eyes squeezed shut. “And that happened to me today. You both were in an accident, and I wasn’t here.”
“Connor,” You say again.
“I get it!” He snaps. “But I don’t like the thought of losing you okay? I’m fucking in love with you, and I don’t really have you, but I thought I lost you when I got that call. So can we stop talking like this for the day? Please? Please can you give my heart a moment?”
You stare up at him with wide eyes, your heart rate picking up at his words.
“You’re what?” You whisper, caressing his cheek.
“Huh?”
“You’re in love with me?”
His eyes go wide in panic now that he’s realized what he’s said.
“Are you being serious?”
“Yeah?” He nods.
“Why haven’t you said anything!” You slap his arm.
“I don’t know, you never-”
“I’ve been in love with you since Junior year!” You keep slapping his arm.
“Stop hitting me!” He grabs your hands, interlocking your fingers.
“You never said anything!”
“Neither did you!” He responds.
**
Things were different now, you still hadn’t really said officially what you two were now, but it was this weird in between stage of best friend and boyfriend.
He would kiss you sometimes, and always hold your hand, he’d even let a few pet names slip, but when asked by others he still referred to you as his best friend.
It confused you to no end, because now that something changed he’s moved into your room, claiming that he would just sneak in every night anyway, and now you had room for a nursery.
“Babe?” He called from the nursery, seated criss cross on the ground, staring up at the ceiling while waiting for your response. “BABE?”
“What?” You call back, walking down the hall to the laundry room.
“Can you bring me a water?”
“Really? You can’t get it yourself?”
“I’m building the crib!”
“I’m doing your laundry!” You yell back, leaning against the dryer, rolling your eyes at his request.
“Please?” He asks softly. When you don’t respond he resorts to baby talk he knows you can’t resist. “Pweety Pwease? I’ll give you kisses.”
You groan, waddling down the hall to the kitchen, grabbing him a cucumber mint flow from the fridge, and grabbing yourself a watermelon lime one. You make your way to the nursery, throwing him the water before taking a seat in the new rocking chair Shawn bought you guys.
“How you doing there Pretty Mama?” He smiles looking over at you.
“I’m tired, and big.” You whine, looking down at your very pregnant belly.
“I think you look really pretty.” He blushes, looking back at the crib.
“You owe me kisses.” You pout.
“Do I?” He looks at you, “What if I was crossing my fingers?”
You gasp, furrowing your brows and crossing your arms across your chest. “That’s so mean. You’re pregnant best friend just waddled her way to the kitchen and back to bring you your precious water and you won’t give her kisses like you promised?”
He’s up on his knees crawling towards you. “Girlfriend.” He hums setting his hands on your thighs so he can lean closer.
“What?”
“You mean my pregnant girlfriend.” He corrects you.
“Do I?” You asked softly, biting your lip as you stare into those blue eyes.
“I sure hope so.” He whispers.
“Is that what I am? Your girlfriend?”
He pulls back a little, brows furrowing in confusion. “What do you mean? I thought-”
“Yeah me too but then you told the guy at the baby shop that I was your best friend.”
He sighs, hanging his head. “It’s so natural, or I don’t know, programmed in my head to introduce you that way. But I thought we turned into something more when we confessed.”
“Me too, but when you did that it through me off.”
“Babe,” He smiles, rubbing his hands up your legs, “We live together, we sleep in the same bed, we kiss, we love, we laugh, we fight, we’re pregnant.” He let’s his right hand wander to your belly. “I consider you my girlfriend. I hope you consider me your boyfriend.”
“I do.”
“So then why are you pouting?”
“Because I really want kisses.”
“Oh my goodness.” He laughs, leaning forward to cover your lips with his own. He kisses you deeply, pecking your lips three more times before pulling away. “Better?”
“For now.”
“Okay.” He laughs, shaking his head before going back to building the crib.
**
“Boyfriend?” You yell from the bedroom when you hear the door open.
“It’s Boyfriend and his friends!” Connor yells back. “Girlfriend?”
“Yes?”
“Where are you?”
You quickly finish tying the bow to his gift before making your way to the living room where Shawn and Brian are seated on the couch.
“Hey!” Shawn jumps up, giving you a hug before looking down to your belly. “Can I touch your belly?”
You laugh a little, “Yeah go ahead, thank you for asking.”
“Of course, it would be a little rude to just go ahead.” He says touching your belly.
“Can you tell that to the rest of the world?”
“Hey Bean!” Shawn says to your belly. “Uncle Shawn got you the coolest thing ever!” He says before running to the couch to show you a small guitar case.
“Shawn you didn’t.”
“I couldn’t help myself, I was looking for a new one and saw this little thing.” He pops the case open. “I’ll teach Bean how to play and everything!”
“There you are!” Connor smiles when he enters holding three beers and your favorite flow flavor. He walks up to you, planting a wet smooch to your lips before handing the boys their drinks.
“I have something for you.” You grin, holding up the little gift wrapped box.
“Oh yeah?” He takes it from you.
He unties the bow, rips the paper, and opens the box to reveal a small blue Polaroid camera.
“This is so cute,” He says holding it in his hand.
Shawn gasps and Brian stands up in excitement.
“Where’d you get this honey?”
“It doesn’t matter,” You wave him off, bouncing on your toes in excitement. “What color is it?”
“Blue?” He asks, looking up at you, and then over to the excited boys next to him that are punching the other in the arm.
“And blue is for what?” You pull it out of him.
“Blue is for….” He stares at you, “Blue is for boy.” His eyes light up. “Blue is for boy?”
“Blue is for boy!” You squeal.
“Oh my god! Blue is for boy!” He wraps you up in his arms, kissing your neck. “It’s a boy, we’re having a boy!”
“ITS A BOY!” Shawn and Brian cheer.
**
You groan in pain as you feel another contraction hit. You’ve been in labor for three hours now and your little boy does not want to come see the world.
Connor tries not to wince or complain about his hand he’s sure you’ve severely bruised. He breathes with you through the pain, running a soothing hand over your head and taking your matted hair back away from your forehead.
“There you go Baby.” He whispers, “You’re doing so good.”
“I love you Connor David,” You smile at him, “But I want to fucking kick you in the balls right now.”
He winces at the thought and shakes his head. “I’m sorry Baby,” He looks away. “I wish I could take your pain away, I wish it were me.”
“Me too.” You relax when the contraction stops.
“Still holding your hand?” The nurse smiles when she walks in to check on you. “You’re better than most Dad’s, they usually wimp out by now from the pain.”
“He never lets go, no matter what.” You smile up at Connor.
“You’re my lobster Baby,” He leans down to kiss your lips.
**
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written by: @shawnm521
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Boats, Best Friends, and Burgers
Shawn Mendes x Reader
A girl with walls up against boys meets a boy at a party who whisks her into his world. Maybe love isn’t a distraction after all.
Y/N never considered herself naive nor trusting. She prided herself on how she kept to herself and protected her heart, unlike her college roommate or her friends who would throw themselves at boys when they do much as smiled or grasped their hand. No, Y/N would not destroy herself like that.
She had college, a tiring feat that would absolutely be even more deteriorated with the addition of a boyfriend, and Y/N liked being by herself, it gave her a peace and quiet without obligations. Y/N did not need the distraction of a relationship at all.
But that damn boat party changed everything.
“Y/N!” Connor shouted through the kitchen, his voice laced with despiration and a hint of whining. “You can’t just rot away in your apartment forever!”
“Mmm, I can and will.” Y/N lashed back, taking another drink from her bottle of Gatorade. She and Connor had been friends since Pre-K, the boy seemingly insisting on filling some big brother role (ironic, since Y/N was two months older than him). “You know I don’t do parties.”
Connor scoffed, shaking his head. “It wouldn’t kill you to do one! I’m only back in LA for a week before tour starts again, I want to spend time with my best friend.”
“You can. With pizza. And a movie. On the couch. Not on some boat out on the bay with hormone-ridden girls and boys reeking of testosterone.” Y/N reasoned, Connor grasping Y/N’s arms.
“Please. Just this one party. We go for an hour, and if you want to leave we’ll leave.” He begged.
Y/N let out a flamboyant groan, pouting her lips. “Fine! Fine. One hour.”
Connor let out a whoop, throwing his fists in the air. Y/N shook her head, hoping she’d suddenly contract a case of tuberculosis or the bubonic plague, both of which, in her opinion, would be a far more pleasant ordeal than that party.
Hours later Connor dragged Y/N onto the boat, the loud music and squealing of drunken girls flooding her senses. She turned to Connor about to beg if they could leave, but he gave her a rather pointed look, silencing that suggestion.
Y/N was definitely not dressed for the occasion. Boys dressed in the ugliest Hawaiian shirts and swim trunks, girls in tiny skirts and booty shorts with crop tops or bikinis. Y/N merely wore a pair of bermuda shorts and a John Mayer concert shirt from the summer.
Y/N slowly pushed through the crowd with her extroverted best friend, Connor shouting out and walking over to some friends. Y/N looked around, the ideas of Jell-O shots and grinding circles quickly becoming rather unappealing to her.
She soon caught sight of paradise! Alas! A island amongst the turbulent throng of sexual desires and rising blood sugar. An empty corner, back at the end of the boat. Y/N made a beeline there, humming with satisfaction as she was separated from the rioting mess.
Y/N leaned her elbows on the railing and looked out at the pinkish sunset over the city, closing her eyes and inhaling the salty breeze.
“Oh, shit.”
Her eyes snapped open and Y/N turned, seeing a tall curly haired boy standing a few feet from her. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t see this corner was taken.”
Y/N nodded. “Yup. I’ve been here fifteen minutes and I’m pretty sure by the twenty mark I might start twerking or doing body shots off the lifeguard.”
The boy laughed, his fingers figeting nervously. “Not if I beat you to suddenly ripping my shirt off and seducing five girls at once.”
It was Y/N’s turn to laugh, her mind sending off sirens and screaming RUN AWAY! but she just couldn’t.
“I’d rather jump first.” She sighed.
“Oh God, me too. I’m so sick of these people.” He gasped out, leaning on the railing next to her. “One more girl pulls at my hair again and I’m going to have a mental breakdown buzz cut.”
Y/N smiled, holding out her hand. “Y/N.”
“Shawn.” He grinned, encasing Y/N’s hand in his giant one, shaking it firmly. “Nice to have someone who has a BAC of 0.0.”
“Maybe not. Perhaps they sweat it all off and it fumes. Maybe it’s like a second hand high, we’re just second hand drunk.” Y/N mused.
“Maybe.” Shawn agreed. “How’d you even get here? If you mind me asking, since you obviously don’t want to be here.”
Y/N let out a scoff of laughter. “My idiot best friend. He dragged me here out of guilt. He travels a lot, we don’t see each other much. You?”
“Friend as well. I’m traveling a lot too, said we needed to “wind down” I guess. Fucking Brashier...” Shawn muttered.
Y/N turned to Shawn, raising her eyebrows. “Brashier? Did you say Brashier?”
“Yeah. Why?” Shawn questioned.
“Oh my gosh...” Y/N laughed. “Connor dragged you here too.”
Shawn stared at her in confusion for a moment before bursting into laughter. “No way! You’re THE Y/N! Connor talks about you all the time!”
“Only good things I suppose.” Y/N responded.
Shawn shrugged, Y/N laughing and slapping him lightly on the arm. “That must make you Shawn Mendes, international pop superstar. Very impressive.”
He smiled, leaning back against the railing. “I guess I am. And you’re the Y/N who fell of a two story roof.”
“He did not—I gonna kill him!” Y/N gasped, the two laughing.
The night drifted on, the sky dark and glistening with stars as the two talked for hours. Y/N remembered clearly writing her number on his wrist before Connor took her home, herself wanting to slap the smug grin off the boy’s face.
Texts with Shawn became phone calls and FaceTimes, and soon dates. Y/N was tripping and falling so fucking deep for him. They stayed in contact during his European tour, him practically begging her to come with him on his North American tour. “You’re my anchor!” He exclaimed over the phone, Y/N blushing insanely. “You keep me grounded.”
So the playful shoves became the interlacing of hands, the smack talk over games of Mariokart became sweet pecks on cheeks. Y/N took a gap year off to follow him across the continent, because if he had breaken down the walls she spent so long building he was worth it.
The North American tour had wrapped up after many months, Y/N and Shawn enjoying lunch together before he had to leave for Asia. They devoured their burgers, laughing and talking while they basked in the time they had left.
Y/N had just finished her pickle-ketchup-cheddar burger when Shawn smiled up at her.
“Y/N L/N, I think I’m in love with you.”
Y/N looked up in surprise, Shawn leaning over the table with a smile. “Y/N, I know I am in love with you. And I need you to know it.”
She felt her heart race, a grin gracing her features. “Shawn Mendes, you somehow got me to love you too. No other man can boast as much.”
He smiled so bright grasping her hand as he leaned over the table, running his fingers through her hair as he connected his lips with hers.
Y/N deepened into the kiss, wanting nothing more but to melt into him and never end the sweet euphoria clouding her brain.
But, with the disdain of suffocation, they pulled away gasping for air. Y/N leaned her forehead against his.
Shawn laughed. “Boats, best friends, and burgers.”
“Best way into a girl’s heart.” Y/N whispered, grinning before grabbing either side of his face and crashing her lips against his again.
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Dinner Nights
Hello pretty people, I know I am late, but I will slowly write all of them, okay? Just a lot going on lately. Enjoy :)
Requested by anon: “My parents asked about you.”
Word count: 832
#Blurb Week 2
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"Hi," Connor said awkwardly, standing at Y/n's door. She hasn't talked with him for 10 days, and he was beyond worried, even more, because she missed dinner night in his parents' house, and she never did that without an explanation. Y/n started to go to dinner with them every Friday when Connor went out on tour, and she hasn't missed a since one unless she went visit him. Connor was always teasing her about how she now knows his parents more than himself.
"Hi…" She answered taking a deep breath but just standing there in front of him
"Can… Can I come in?" He stumbled and biting his lower lip nervously. He was afraid that was it, and she was slowly breaking up with him. He tried to come back as soon as his mother called asking about you saying that you didn't come on Friday. She called just on Monday though, afraid you were going to surprise him in Asia, and she didn't want to give you in. Little did she know you never left your apartment.
"Yeah, su-sure," You said, letting him in. "Connor, what are you…" You started, still surprised that just yesterday, you saw a picture of him taking videos in one of his Instagram fan clubs.
"My parents asked about you," He said, and you frowned, not understanding immediately. "You never went to dinner night on Friday, and you forgot to tell them?" He explained, both of you still standing in front of each other, the only difference now was the door closed.
You had entirely forgotten about dinner night after what happened earlier that week on Wednesday. You could still picture the doctor telling you.
"You can stay calm, you are not sick. You are one month pregnant. I will prescribe you some vitamins that are good for the development of the baby, and here are some numbers of some excellent prenatal doctors that you can contact if you still don't have anyone in mind."
"Thank you." You said simply and left the hospital. It took you some time to understand what was going on. You got to your car and drove back home with no music, and still trying to understand what on earth had just happened. It wasn't until you got home that you really broke down. This was not in your plans for the next 4-5 years period, you were not married, Connor was traveling around, you were both still in university. It was a nightmare.
He called you later that day and texted. And he did that for the 9 days that came after that, but you didn't really look at it after Thursday, because you decided it would be better to just turn your phone off and avoid him. You were not ready to tell him, and you were also afraid of his reaction to it.
"Y/n?" He asked again after you just stared blankly at him for a good 2 minutes.
"Sorry, I forgot to-to call them," You said, avoiding his gaze on you and looking down.
"Are you breaking up with me?" He asked, and you noticed how his breath picked up. You couldn't manage to answer though, the words were stuck in your throat, and your mouth was suddenly very dry. What should you say, after all: "I am not, but you are because I am pregnant." You couldn't just say that.
"Jesus, you are. Fuck, Baby, I am sorry. I know distance relationship sucks, and I know that we just spend an entire month without seeing each other, but please…" He sniffed and took a shaking breath. "Please, let's work this out. I can't lose you. Shit… I-I just can't," He said, letting the tears come this time, but taking another deep breath because he had to finish, he had to let you know how much you meant for him and that he couldn't just ignore his heart. "I-I am so, so, sorry. But I love you so much. I can't do it without you, you are my sense of home, your eyes are my favorite lens to see the world with, and I…" He took another pause to control his voice, he also made a step closer and lifted your chin up. You didn't want him saying any of those things, but you simply could' t talk, and now you also had tears in your eyes.
"I love you, I need you… Please?" When you just looked at him and didn't say anything, he simply backed off, sited on your sofa, and started sobbing in his hands, muttering curses about how did he let this happen.
"Connor" You managed to say, not wanting to take it anymore of him crying, he sniffed but looked at you with hope in his eyes. "I-I…" You took a deep breath. "I am not breaking up with you." You said, and relief immediately spread in his face. "I -I am pregnant."
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The Chosen Two
This has been on my mind for the past week so I finally decided to write it. Hope you guys enjoy! (Also hopefully it doesn’t get removed like my last one *wipes away tears*)
Pairings: Connor x OC
Words: 3.k
Glasses clattered together as conversation filled the luxurious venue. Numerous college students scattered the large room, holding champagne glasses containing God-only-knows.
“Either I’m extremely tipsy or just generally nervous, but I think I’m going to barf.” I mutter to my best friend, Avery, as we stood close to each other in the midst of everyone.
Tonight was an award ceremony for UCLA’s School of Film, Theatre and Television. I was nominated for many different categories in the film category, and with the competitive nature I possessed, I desired to win every category I was in. The most important award I was in the running for was Film of the Year which, if won, gives the opportunity to display your talents publicly, while also gaining the exposure to jumpstart your career.
“Oh quit it, you’ve done so many talented videos and photo shoots, it would be discrimination if you didn’t win at least one of them.” She ensures confidently. I eyed her quizzically, a humorous smile spreading across my lips.
“Discrimination?” I repeat in a laugh. She was always a little melodramatic in her motivational speeches.
“For sure, it would be discrimination against a bad bitch honestly.” We both laugh, clinking glasses in agreement to the statement.
Once it dies down, I scan the room for the one, and the only person that has been heavy on my mind since nominations were announced.
“Listen, my type isn’t surfer-white-boy, but that Connor Cashier guy can get it.” Alex whispers to me, her eyes fixed on what I assumed, Connor. Following her gaze, I also looked at the man of the hour–and also the cause of my nauseate.
He dressed in a grey tailored suit, the jacket opened to reveal a checkered button-up that complimented the suit, and overall posh look. He raked a hand through his prim hair, chuckling at something someone was saying to him. A crowd gradually formed around him, but he remained placid, not an utter amount of uneasiness in his demeanor.
“Connor Brashier is my worst nightmare right now.” I admit, Alex looks away from him to give me a perplexed frown.
“And why is that? The boy looks like he weighs no more than 90 pounds wet.”
My gaze lingers on him, momentarily lost in how well composed his film he admitted was. It captured all the aesthetics of nature, it made the viewers look at nature past just its beauty. He raised awareness of our effect on nature, all while tying a story plot to it. He filmed it across many beautiful nature spots in the States (only because it was prohibited to use out of state content).
He was basically the poster child for the film major, most underclass students looked up to him, like he was a mogul.
What made it all the more frustrating was how well he handled the popularity. It was always so mysterious. He didn’t smile too much, and he wasn’t smug about his accomplishments, there weren’t any troubling stories about him, mostly just allegations of who he sleeps with and the typical rumor subjects. He simply focused on his filming and chilled with his friends in downtime.
I didn't realize how long I was staring until his eyes meet mine, the blues in them so intense, they practically shined under the starlight. I quickly avert my gaze back to Alex, sighing.
“He’s just so talented. And like–I don’t know. I’m just afraid he’s going to win and continue to get the exposure he basically already has.” I confess, toying with a ringlet of hair out of habit when I’m nervous.
“You’re downplaying your own work D, you personified California, and filmed them around California. And told a story. Who the hell thinks of that? You articulated on every detail, I had to use my brain. You know I don't like doing that. Your film is stunning. And if it couldn’t get better, you did it all on the price of your own money. I doubt rich boy Connor can say that.” She states matter of factually, sass lacing her words. I blush, genuinely warm by her, comical, but uplifting words.
“You’ve always had a way with words, that’s why you need to win that journalist of the year award.” I hug her.
“Oh honey, I’m not worried about a stupid award, that’s just justification for objectifying our talents to a mere thing that’ll wind up in our attics...or a box, or a trash...or even a–”
“Ladies and gentlemen if you could find your seat at your designated tables. We will start the ceremony shortly.” The president announces into the microphone. Alex huffs, giving a small eye roll. I snicker patting her shoulder.
“See ya later journalist of the year.” I tease with a wink. Backing away, I don’t watch where I’m going and stumble into a body. Their hands instinctively grabbed my sides to hold me up. The piquant cologne was the first thing noticed before I even turned, but once I became motionless.
“Sorry, Danielle right?” I looked up and blinked mute. Lost for words mostly because I was baffled at his voice, I don’t think I’ve ever heard him talk—and I’ve definitely had to do a project with him in the past, so that says a lot for the amount of dialogue he uses. Straightening up, I recover smoothly flipping my hair off my shoulder.
“Yes, sorry about that.” I give a wry smile, he merely smiles back in response nodding his head.
We both walk to the same table, he glances over his shoulder noticing me, automatically pulling out a chair for me before taking a seat of his own a few chairs down. I smile at the unexpected gesture, he winks back taking a swig of drink in his seat.
Looking around the table, it registers that the people seated here are also nominees for the best film. I didn’t even feel threatened by them, and a hinted ounce of guilt surface while I smile at them. Champagne glasses accommodates the table, and I grab one, taking a swill of the bitter drink.
They didn’t hold back on the alcohol at all.
Promptly, the different professors of the theatre major began presenting awards. As much as I wanted to be entertained by the witty commentary, the heavy weight of my eyelids kept me blinking, while shifting in my seat, I lightly swayed, grabbing hold of the table to stabilize myself.
How much did I drink? I wonder, glancing around the table to check if anyone witnessed my drunkenness. Catching the striking eyes of Connor, he smirks, his chest noticeably bouncing in a silent laugh. I giggle as well, looking away and excusing myself from the table.
My heels felt 10 feet tall as I walked to the bathroom, but I did it effortlessly, disguising how tipsy I truly was. Once in the comforts of the clean bathroom, I look at myself.
Shouldn’t have done that.
The world spun, and I was suddenly a lot cuter than before.
“Ah shit, I’m drunk.” I murmur, then giggle because in my consumption of the many glasses of champagne, I also swallowed the tickled bug. Wetting a napkin, I patted my eyes, endeavoring to clear up the swirl in her eyes, while not messing up the makeup job Alex did. She made me look stunning, alcohol-aside. “If all fails and I don’t win a damn thing, at least I look cute...right?” I say to myself, while examining my face. Before leaving the bathroom, I pee out a small portion of the liquor, tugging the end of my bodycon dress down on my thighs after I flush and leave the stall.
Stumbling out of the bathroom, I exhale heavily glancing at the ongoing dull ceremony, then towards the exit where Connor leans on the wall hiding, his back faced me, head pointed down. The liquor confidence ushered my legs to move in his direction, I cleared my voice.
Mid-exhale, he looks over his shoulder at the sound, the mango smoke blowing into my face as he continues to blow out. I wave it away, snickering.
“Is this ‘something to take the edge off’?” I quip, observing how his porcelain face reddens around his structured cheeks, plush lips turning up in a smile. Extending the vape to her, she contentedly takes it.
“Something like that. I knew it was going to be long and boring, but that in their is worse than watching paint dry.” He explains watching as I take a drag off the vape. His eyes fixates on my glossy lips, the ghost cloud floating into my nose, before I release the cloud back out on his face. The soft smile doesn’t falter in his features as it does.
“It’s so boring I got drunk...on accident.” I add, earning his chuckle. He shrugs his shoulders in a way to say ‘I feel that’. The crowd clapped loudly gaining their attention as all of the theatre winners stood on stage receiving the applauds. I look back at him, his long, shiny hair falls over his forehead until he combs a hand through it to push it back. “You know, honestly speaking–thanks to the cheap champagne–I will confess, you’re the most intimidating person I’ve met. And I’ve met...menaced people.” He quirks a perfectly shaped eyebrow at her.
“Well without alcohol I can say the same about you.” I raise my eyebrows at the newfound information. I thought I was transparent: I smile at everyone I pass, and social when needed. “You just carry yourself in a way that I see through that sweet, school-girl façade. As cliché as it sounds, there’s more to you that you let on.” He mirrors my reaction as I tilt my head with a smirk, interested by his explanation.
Before she was able to reply, a professor of there’s, headed to the bathroom—sees them, “Connor, Danielle, will you make your way back to your seats please. We don’t want to gather a social group back here.” Connor and I straighten up like seized burglars. I nod my head, peaking over to Connor swiftly, to see him still holding the smirk.
The ceremony continues as we returned to our seats. They were several awards into the Television portion, I peered over to see Alex collected a couple of the “objectifying” awards. As though feeling my gaze, she looks at me, rolling her eyes with an expression that mentally says “shut up”. I giggle blowing a kiss.
“And the Kelly Hollywood Television ‘best journalist’ award, this student showed diligence, dedication and always a jovial attitude in whatever she does, the award goes to...Alexandra Smith!”
Everyone applauded, but I went out of the way to stand, cheering loudly as she narrowed her eyes at me on her way up to the stage.
“That’s my bit—girl!” I chirp correcting myself before I acted my true—goofy—self. I could tell I gained eyes from my peripheral while I pestered my bestie, but Connor’s gaze was most capturing, as they scanned down my legs, over my butt, and up till they reached to meet mine. I blushed looking off, pulling my dress down again as I sat again.
The filming and photography starts as our professors did their introductions to the different categories. I sober up immediately as names began to get called for different awards. Connor earned three awards off of his photography, and I one. In the film-focused subjects I managed to be chosen for three awards. After grabbing my third award, I take a seat back at the table. Glancing over at Connor, he leaned back in his chair relaxed, one elbow is placed on the table, face leaning on it with his finger tapping at his pink lips. He gives a subjective smirk when our eyes meet, making me question the reason behind it. But I divert my attention as they go into discussing the film of the year.
“This year has been one full of ups and downs, rewards and disgraces, but what matters is at the end of the day all of you have made the staff, and UCLA extremely proud. The Film of the Year is an award granted to us by alumni, actor and filmmaker, Nicolas Cage. With the accomplishments he has, he wanted to pay tribute back to the School of Film, by allowing the winner to display their talents in a publication with the Cage Network.” Students all around erupt into whispers. Most coming from theatre and television side, who commented how they weren’t given this opportunity.
Sucks to suck. I thought giggling internally.
“We will now play a snippet of all of the nominees.” The first few videos were executed well, very worthy of the award. Connor’s video comes on now, gaining everyone’s attention instantly by its electrifying music and vibrant effects just from the start. As his went off a few of his friends cheered for him, he sends playful winks to them before looking over at me. Ignoring him, I continue watching as my film shows.
Nerves rumbled my stomach, the sudden doubt of the turnout on my film clouding my mind as I watched, critiquing it even in its published form.
Finishing out the rest of the nominees, the screen went black and attention was back on the professor Knox. “All of the films were impeccable, the decision was extremely hard to make, so hard that we have a two-way tie,” we all commenced in disappointed-confused-chatter, “these two films chosen were remarkable, we deliberated indepthly on the scores and grading but they were identical in it’s punctuality and creativity.The winners are…”
For a moment all sound mutes, only the echoing voice of professor Knox could be heard as he says, “Connor Brashier and Danielle Golding!” It felt like slow motion the way I slowly whipped my head to Connor. He wore a content smile, scooting out of his seat to go accept the award. Blinking back into the reality of things, I pushed out of my chair as well.
My wide eyes flash to Alex as she’s practically yelling, “that’s my girlfriend!” She earned a few quizzical frowns, causing me to chuckle.
Still baffled by the choice, I took my spot beside Connor as Knox commanded the rest of the award-winners to come up on stage. Connor and I held the award together, his fingertips pressed against mine as we pushed closer together to fit into the group photo.
The president said his ending message, concluding the event. Loud chatter drowned out the music playing in the background as everyone regrouped with their people.
As I made my way to Alex, people stopped to congratulate me, I bowed my head in gratitude, genuinely stunned at all my winnings. I knew I said I wanted to win every category I was in, but I still expected a few awards, not this many. And let me not forget to mention, I’m one step closer to the breakout I needed from winning this award...even if I was partnering on it.
“Congratulations biiitch!” Alex yells, an adult walking by scolds her language as soon as it came out. I guffawed nearly dropping all the awards.
“Congratulations to you, Ms. objectify our talents and in an attic somewhere.” I mock earning a slap to my bare arm. Playfully wincing, I continued laughing until her face went straight, a soft smirk replacing, her eyes directed to something-or-one behind me. Turning, Connor—and a crowd mixed of giggling girls and ‘star struck’ guys—stood holding the film reel trophy.
“I gotta say, that wasn’t the outcome I expected.” Before I respond, I look at Alex, who already knew what to do. She takes my awards informing she was going to take them to the car.
Facing Connor now, I cross my arms over my chest and give him a quizzical smile, “what outcome were you expecting then?”
He shrugs his shoulders, “for you to win alone, I mean for an actual cinematographer, I’m grateful they found my film great, but you rightfully deserve it.” He acknowledge, extending it out towards me.
“I’m a videographer, so, I agree. But I can’t take away from your talents, it really was a tie breaking situation.” I assured with a subtle shrug, pushing the trophy back to him.
“Connor, Danielle, can I take a photo of you guys?” The journalist asks. All work and no play around here, I guess. I think to myself until the feel of Connor’s hand snakes around my side, delicate and cautious as though I was going to break under his touch. He rested it right at the small of my back. An electrifying feeling coursed my body at the touch. I scooted closer to him, taking in his cologne I got a whiff of earlier this evening. Wrapping my arm around his waist, I tilted my head just enough it nearly leaned against his shoulder. Smiling, the picture was taken and the journalist walks off after thanking us.
Before Connor release me, he leans his head down close enough that his lips brush the top of my ear. “Think about it, we can be taking pictures just like this on a red carpet someday.” And with that he releases me and sinks into the waiting crowd, engulfing himself in conversation with them. Not leaving me the chance to respond.
And so I did, I thought about the red carpet pictures, and the bright lights. How I could be famous from my work one day—not that it was my reasoning for doing this, but it wouldn’t hurt to be noted for my hard work—I never thought I would be doing it with him, Connor Brashier, a guy that, before tonight, didn’t how he sounded when he talked. But I guess if I’m going to be taking pictures with someone, he’s a good pick. I mean, he is easy on the eyes.
Overtime, people leave, conversation dies down and the clean up crew makes their way in. I stood in the foyer lost in discussion with professor Knox as he told me the details of what was to come for the project. There were minor changes that needed to be made since it was the two of us, but the overall objective still remained the same.
“As brilliant as you two are behind a camera, I’m sure everything will succeed ultimately. We weren’t torn between you for no reason. You two bring the most publicity to our part of the school with what you put out. If you guys manage to have good chemistry, there will be a rule of awakening in the world of film.” His words struck me, the amount of confidence he, and apparently the rest of the staff, had in Connor and I. I would have never expected it.
He exits out of the building leaving me with my whirlwind of thoughts. I don’t know Connor. Sure, I’ve worked on mini projects with him, but they required little to no interaction–to add it was a year ago when we did that project.
This was an entirely different echelon of work. This wasn’t a mere grade, this was meant to provoke feeling into the public, draw their attention and want more. We were basically selling ourselves to the world.
Still lost in thought, I don’t notice, until the familiar scent fills my nose that Connor also entered the foyer. He was alone–for once–and his hands were tucked away in his pockets his doe-eyes and solemn porcelain face, it always seem as though he was mad, but his lips displayed a smile that decreased that idea.
“I don’t know you, and I know you don’t know me, but my gut is telling me this will be a great hit for us both.” Connor moves closer, but stays a safe proximity away as his eyes bore into hers.
I’m not easy to fall for a pretty set of eyes, and a tempting set of lips but I think I met my match as I feel stuck for words. Clearing my throat I turn away from high slightly, “you think so huh?”
“For sure, I’m not trying to sound psychological, but you have an open mind, and a keen sense for capturing things in its raw form. You can’t make that. That’s natural.”
“Okay Dr. Brashier.” I flirt, watching his teeth bite into his bottom lip. “Well needless to say, with this project you’ll probably find out that side I don’t let on.” I lower my voice, lightly trailing a finger on his arm.
“Danielle.” Alex says at the door, almost on cue.
Connor shutters, licking his lips as I walk away, keeping my eyes trained on him. “See ya soon.” I whisper at last.
“You are honestly too much.” Alex mutters once we’re in the car.
Batting my eyes innocently I look at her, “what are you talking about?”
“Don’t hurt that boy, he seems so innocent.”
Feigning offense, I purse my lips. “I’m only going to do what he allows, life doesn’t throw bubble wrap lemons at us right?”
Alex glares at me, “bitch what?”
“Exactly.” I say final, knowing I was talking out of my ass, but I did mean what I said. I’m not here to hurt, but he knows what he can and can’t handle. This project could do either one.
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I honestly planned to make this a one part imagine but now I’m leaning more towards a fic [and depending on if you guys like it I definitely will]. I haven’t thought the plot through completely though so...yeah. Hope you enjoyed this Connor!InASuit content (because I know I enjoy Connor in a suit, no matter how long ago it was). More to come :)
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