#brian craigen smut

[brianc521]

Talk | Brian Craigen

Request: hurts her feelings without meaning to & she pretends to be okay, so his best friend has to tell him what’s he’s done

 It was the smallest comment. Something said in passing, that wasn’t meant to be anything. But isn’t usually the smallest thing said that breaks the straw on the camels back? That causes a catastrophe to occur. The one little crack causes the building to fall. The one final second causes the bomb to erupt. 

For this instance it went something like 

“She goes off on tangents because she gets distracted while telling you something. Most stories take at least an hour, she just talks that much.” 

That was that. Her whole world around her crumbled in that moment. Y/n’s been told all her life that she talks a lot. Sometimes it was said just as a fact, because it’s true, she did. Other times thought it was said as an insult, and those times always stand out more. No matter what though, it’s been something she’s self conscious of. Mainly because she doesn’t realize it until after her story has been told, or if she notices someone checking out during her animated conversation.

She’s come to the conclusion that once she feels comfortable with someone she’ll just talk their ear off. I mean she can’t help it, it just happens. One thing reminds her of a funny story, and that story reminds her of another and from there she’s just, talking, always. 

So to hear her boyfriend of almost 7 months now say that, it leaves her feeling very discombobulated. She thought he had liked that part of her. He never gave her any indication that he didn’t. Always asking questions that spurred her on to more description. 

It leaves her stuck in her head all day. Checking out of most activities as she relives every moment for the past 7 months. 

“Hey Honey,” Brian sits next to her, “You okay over here?” 

“Mhm.” She nods, looking at him. 

His brows furrow as he scans her face. Somethings up, he can tell, he can feel it in his bones. But they’re in public, with others around them, and he doesn’t want to push her here. He doesn’t want her uncomfortable. 

“Okay, you’ll tell me if you’re not?” 

“Mhm.” She responds again, looking back out the window of the coffee shop. 

Brian stands, still staring at her, having a lingering feeling that something wasn’t right here. He goes back over to Shawn and Connor, joining back in on their conversation they’re having about the pub they went to the night before. 

For the rest of the day she’s quiet. I mean she literally doesn’t say a word, and it’s not that she’s vowed she won’t, it’s just that she’s decided to not join in on conversations anymore unless she’s spoken too. It’s the only safe way she feels she can do to make sure she doesn’t speak too much.

Brians becoming worried, he keeps watching her from across the room. Now that they’re at the arena he’s busy getting ready for a show, and he can’t help but be distracted. 

“Bri, are you good?” Connor asks when he notices Brian’s not paying attention.

“Is Y/n acting weird to you?” 

“What?” Connor asks looking at his best friends girlfriend.

“Is she acting weird to you? I mean, she’s just been staring off in the distance or at her phone all day.” 

“I just kind of figured you two were fighting, or that she was upset over what you said today.” Connor shrugs, looking back down at his camera.

At this Brian whips his head up, staring at his best friend with wide worried eyes. “What did I say?” 

“That she talked a lot?”

“What? When?” 

“You made a comment this morning on the way to the coffee shop that she goes off on tangents that last at least an hour because of how much she talks. I know that’s something she’s a little insecure about.” 

“I-” Brian stops and looks back at his girl. “I didn’t mean it the way it sounds. I meant it as something that’s so cute about her. How-do you think she really thinks I think that?” 

“I think she might, after today I mean.” 

“Oh my god.” Brian shoves the wires he was holding into Connor’s hands and pushes past everyone to go to her. When he’s standing in front of her he holds out his hand.

“What are you doing?” 

“Come here.” 

“Brian?” She says as she puts her hand in his, gasping as he pulls her up and down the hall for some privacy. “What are you doing?” She asks again. 

“You know right?” He asks her, desperately, once they’re in private. 

“Know what?”

“That I don’t think you talk too much.”

She sighs and looks down at her hands. 

“Hey hey hey.” He whispers, tilting her chin back up to have her look at him. “I don’t think that!” His eyes dart back and forth rapidly, trying to read hers. 

“I heard what you said this morning. I’m sorry, I’ll work on it.” 

“No you won’t there is nothing to work on! I did not mean it the way it sounded. I was talking to Shawn about how cute you are. And he asked what one of my favorite things about was and I said; ‘She goes off on tangents because she gets distracted while telling you something. Most stories take at least an hour, she just talks that much.’ I love that about you, Honey.” His voices trails off at the end, almost in a whine. 

She’s just staring up at him, with red plump lips, swollen from the biting on them she’s been doing all day. 

He feels like someone is cracking his chest open and reaching in to literally break his heart. The pain in her eyes makes him want to wrap her up in his arms and hold her so she never feels unsafe again.

“Really?” She whimpers out. 

“Really Honey. I swear it. I love listening to you talk. It’s so soothing, and you’re an amazing story teller. I swear you write books by just simply talking about your day. I can’t imagine life without it. Don’t, dear god, please don’t stop. Don’t do what you did today. Don’t disengage and keep silent. It throws the whole balance off. Please, please Honey don’t change.” 

She just sighs and drops her head onto his chest, and he finally, finally, holds her. 

“I was so worried.” She hiccups against the soft fabric of his shirt.

“No Honey,” He brushes through her hair with his fingers. “Shh.” He soothes her. 

And they stay like that, holding each other, embracing the other. Until Brian is literally being pulled away by a stagehand for the start of the show. But he stares at her and she nods, sending him off, and feeling immensely better than she did before.

[mendesbhraanth]

Hi beautiful sending you love mwah 😘😘 just wanted to know if you can write something were you hear Shawn talk badly about you so you distance yourself. Please.

Thank you so much for requesting!! 😘😘

Pairing : Shawn x y/n

Warnings : language and angst

Word count : 2.8 k

The first thing you heard when you opened the door to Shawn's condo was basically loud laughter of people including your boyfriend's. You just came back from work, a bit earlier than usual because shawn had been complaining about how he doesn't get to spend time with you because work has been crazy for you and you had a lot of files to finish and you were hella tired of your boss being a complete asshole, who never lets anyone stay home and he was no different to you. Anyways you were not at all aware of the fact that he had guests over.

The sound was coming from the living area of Shawn's penthouse apartment and apart from Shawn's, you recognised the laughter as Brian's, and Connor's. A small smile creeped on your face. You absolutely adored Shawn's friends so you walked towards the living to say 'hi' to them.

You were close enough to hear what they were talking about when your legs came to halt at the mention of you name.

"So how's life with y/n? Tour's over....You're free and now that y/n is staying with you, you must have a lot of cheesy things to say" Connor said whilst laughing.

"Oh yeah I actually do but not right now because why the hell would you mention my so called clingy girlfriend?" Shawn said and Brian laughed so loudly at that but your heart stopped.

"What??! What are you saying?!?" Connor said because shawn has been the most "I'm obsessed with my girlfriend and she is my goddess!!" Type of guy he had ever met.

"I said y/n is extremely clingy and annoying and I don't have anything good to say about her right now so please stop talking about that hoe!!" Shawn said and started laughing like crazy with Brian. Both of their laughs clouding your mind. You just stood there not able to comprehend anything.

You turned around silently, grabbed your keys and left the apartment in the same clothes you came in.

You got in your car and started driving slowly. You were now driving to nowhere for about 30 mins.

The moment you processed the words shawn said you slammed the break and your head came down on the stearing wheel with a plasticy bang.. must have been painfull.. ow poor y/n.

Did he really say that?!? Does he think I'm an annoying clingy hoe?!? Hell! "HE" was the one who wanted me to stay home and spend time with 'HIM'!! And I'm clingy?!? Is this the guy you've been in love with for what? Like 3 years?!! How could he call you a hoe!?! Why would any boyfriend disrespect his girlfriend like that??!? This is the worst day ever!!

All these thoughts were knocked out from your mind by a loud honking sound. You were basically in the middle of a road and by now, there were tons of cars parked behind you. Wow! You just created a big traffic block in the middle of Toronto city. Go you!! *Claps of sarcasm*

You quickly turned around and took another route to make your way back to Shawn's apartment like nothing happened. Haha asshole! but sometimes you gotta act like you weren't the cause of a huge ass traffic block..

You didn't know exactly why you were going back. To lay it onto him?? To get your things?? I don't know but you got home with slouched shoulders and an emotion less face.

You were about to reach and open the door when Shawn opened the door and a bright smile appeared on his face on seeing you which almost made you forget about the things he just said. Eh but not really.

"Baby!!!! I missed you so much today!!" He said and went in for a hug and you hugged him back it was as if someone was clawing at your heart.

"I'm just gonna walk these guys out and I'll be back in a second okay? You get freshened by then" He said sweetly but right now his words seemed anything but sweet!

How dare he say that to them and then act like nothing happened?? That too infront of them?!?! Which speaking of-!

"Hey y/n!!!" Connor and Brian said at the same time and both hugged you and you silently hugged them back, with a fake smile that could basically convince anyone but not Shawn.

"You guys go ahead I'll come in a sec" he said and turned to you.

"Okay then Bye y/n" they both bid their goodbyes and made their way to the lift.

"Hey what happened baby? Any problem with your boss??" Shawn asked tilting your chin up to look you in the eyes.There was evident hurt in them.

You were debating to weather tell him or push him away but you didn't choose any of that.

"Yeah..had a bad day at work"

"Aww baby you go inside and sit down okay! I'll be back after properly saying goodbye to the guys and you can tell me all about your day. Alright?" He asked sweetly but it sounded like straight up sarcasm to you but you chose not to call him out right now.

He gave you a short peck and there he goes ....'probably gonna talk more shit about me' you thought to your self which and it made you feel like your heart was stabbing itself.

You went inside and sat yourself on the couch. The same couch where the love of your life talked shit about you being a clingy hoe. (Sorry I'm just over dramatic 😅)

About 5 mins later shawn came in and sat by your side.

"What happened baby?? What did your crazy boss do this time?" He asked while taking your hand in his and slowly stroking the back of your hand with his other hand but you didnt move.

"Nothing..just the usual..I have...work...just...I-!...I'm going to take a shower" you said. A slight frown appeared on Shawn's face. But he understood....some days you were like this when work really stressed you out.

'Maybe she doesn't wanna talk about it' he thought.

"Okay baby" he said and you stood up from the couch and before you walked 4 steps shawn caught your hand and pulled you into him.

He craddled your face in his warm huge palms that always made you melt like it wasn't even a big deal at all and kissed your lips sweetly.

You kissed him back but pulled away quicker that shawn would have liked which caused a small pout on his perfectly soft pink lips and all you wanted to do was kiss it away so that's what you did but quickly reminding yourself that he thinks your a clingy hoe and pulling away again.

"Let me kiss my girl properly first" he said smiling at you and you'd be lying if you said it doesn't do things to you even if your upset with him. How could he do this?!? One time he's saying he hates you and now he's all over you as if he really is?!?

"I'm tired shawn I wanna take a shower" you said while planting the same fake smile on your face. He frowned at you and them pulled you into a hug and you only dropped your hands low...not embracing the hug.

"Want me to join?' he asked playfully smirking at you and it literally made you feel all sorts of way but you knew it was all an act and he just.. thought you were a hoe.

"No I'm really tired shawn" you said now turning around and walking to the bathroom with tears forming real quick in your eyes.

"Okay... baby I'll start preparing dinner then" he said and you didn't fail to pick up the hurt in his voice. But why??? He doesn't care at all!! What a great ass actor?!? Your seriously doubting if you dreamed all that. But nah...its real..he hurt you.

You took a long ass shower washing yourself and feeling all your emotions get warmed up by the warm water and you just...started crying. You cried silenty under the shower where one couldn't distinguish tears from water. Maybe you were clingy. But that's only because you love him but why would he call you a HOE!?! Why?? Why would he disrespect you like that?? After 3 years of relationship, was your love for him making you look like a hoe??

After you got out of the shower, usually you would've just put on one of Shawn's hoodies and then go chill on the couch but today you just.. couldn't bring yourself to wear his clothes. So you put on one of your band t-shirts and some shorts and walked to the kitchen where Shawn had already prepared and put out dinner on the table and was waiting for your company.

He came to you with a toothless smile on his face which quickly dropped by half when he noticed you weren't wearing one of his clothes..but he didn't let it bother him that much or let's say... tried to act like it didn't bother him as much as it did. You still noticed it though..and it gave you a weird feeling.

He hugged you which again you didn't return.

"You smell so good!" He said pulling away from the hug and you gave him your half assed fake smile AGAIN.

Shawn was fully aware that something was wrong but he thought you'd tell him while having dinner.

He led you to the table and pulled the chair out for you like he always did and you both sat down to have dinner.

Awkwardness was all around the table.

You did not talk at all and even though shawn tried his best and asked you stuff to get you to talk about what's wrong or let's say..make it less awkward, all your replies were just..yes, no and silence.

After dinner you washed your plate and mumbled a goodnight that didn't feel like it was to ANYONE and went to sleep.

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It went like this for a few days.. you being extra awkward to Shawn and purposely avoiding him and distancing yourself from him and being really down. He was really sad and hurt and frustrated because he would ask you whats the matter and you would either tell him "nothing" or just shrug your shoulders. You didn't even look him in the eyes anymore. Shawn was really really confused and even more worried.

Well how could you talk to him?!? After all he called you clingy and annoying which means he doesn't want you around and also he called you a hoe.

One day Shawn came back from the studio and saw you reading a book on the couch. A small smile creeped on his face knowing that you were reading some sort of romance novel.

"What are you doing?" He asked while coming and sitting next to you.

You were pretty lost in the book so you did not see him coming in.

"Oh just a stupid book haha... I have to get back to work now.." you said and got up to leave only to walk two steps and stop at the mention of your name.

"Y/n" you turned around to see Shawn now standing up from the couch with a very hurt look on his face.

"I don't know why but I noticed that you've been purposefully avoiding me for a few days..why are you doing that?? What did I do??please talk to me.." He asked now looking straight into your eyes and you could see right in his eyes that he was hurt.

"What? I don't know what your talking abou..-!" You were cut of by Shawn showing his palm infront of your face.

"Y/n stop...you know what you've been doing.....Is it me?? Did I do anything wrong?? Please talk to me.....you can always talk to me you know" he said now reaching for your hand but the moment his hand touched you you shook it away and backed off like he attacked you or something.

Shawn looked at you as if his heart just broke.

"No shawn..you should've thought about that before calling me a clingy, annoying hoe" you said for once and stormed in your bedroom slamming the door shut.

Shawn followed right behind you and got the door shut right on his face.

"What are you talking about-!? I- I-..! Dont understand! I never called you any of that!" Shawn said now leaning on the door.

"Stop fucking lying shawn I heard you talking with connor and Brian that day and you called me all those things!!" You barked from the other side of the door.

"Shit! Baby I can explain! Please open the door for me! I swear I didn't mean for you to hear it!" He said now banging on the door.

"Of course you didn't! And Explain what?!? That I'm being delusional and maybe even say some half assed lies?? How did I ever believe that you love me?!? Maybe I am clingy...But you called me a hoe!!"

"No baby please listen! I know it would've sounded so very wrong but just wasn't being serious! We were just joking around and I said that" he tried to explain and it did not even harm a hair of your anger.

"Haha what are you saying shawn?! That would never convince anyone! Try harder with your lies and leave me the fuck alone!" You said.

"Baby please believe me.. you are the most gorgeous and amazing women I've ever met and I could never ever say such things about you! I love you! Please believe me!" He said with tears threatening to spill from his eyes.

"I wish I could believe you shawn..but I actually heard this with my own ears.." you said.. now wiping your own tears.

"Please open the door for me I will explain it all please just...hear me out!" He said now bringing his hands to his face to catch the spilling tears.

You opened the door to him kneeling on the floor. You sat next to him resting your back on the wall.

After a few seconds he came and sat next to you..... Both of you staring at whatever that was ahead of you.

"Explain" you said.

Shawn wiped his tears and started talking.

"So...that day..you went to work and connor and brian came over and we were chatting on the couch and you know how connor loves you and me together like he ships us so hard haha so me and Brian were just pranking him and joking around so I just said I don't like you to prank connor....it sounds so fake...I know but that's the truth..I should've never said that..even if it was a joke I'm so sorry baby. You can even call Brian or Connor right now and ask them if you don't believe me " he said

By now you felt almost dizzy..you're so dumb!! 😬..you were making such a huge ass deal about this. OMG you're so stupid!! Wtf?? How could you be so stupid?? Like..all of this would've never happen if you just opened your mouth and talked to your boyfriend!!!!

"I..-! I'm sorry" you said, looking at Shawn who was already looking at you.

"I'm so so sorry baby I thought you didn't love me anymore I mean..I know I'm not that good looking and you could basically have any girl you wanted and I just-! I'm so sorry!! Ya know I always am terrified that one day I'll wake up and you don't love me anymore and I just-.... I should've just talked to you about this. Shit! I'm so stupid this is all my fault!!" You were full on crying right now and shawn just pulled you to his chest while you cried.

"Hey Don't say that!! You're the most beautiful girl I've ever laid eyes on and I can't even imagine living a life where you hate me and it's okay bubba I mean..if I was you this is exactly how I would've acted but from now on ..please talk to me if I did something that upsets you....I hate it when we cry" shawn said cracking a small smile.

"I'm sorry again" you said pouting your lips only for shawn to grab your face and kiss your frown away replacing it with a genuine smile, Something that has been lacking from your face for the past few days.

"It's alright now do you wanna make dinner or get Mc Donalds??"

You smiled at your sweet boy. He already knew the answer.

"Mc Donalds it is!"

[bubbashawn]

No Nothing

author: Lol I don’t know where this came from and also cheers to three days in a row of writing. Don’t expect this to become a thing anyways hope you like it. Am I just doing every trope ever? Yep and what about it 💓

synopsis: Shawn has always taunted you because you’re his best friend’s sister, but even Brian can tell it’s tearing you both apart.

warnings: Baby swears and all that but mostly just 2.5k of two people being stupid 😂

Carrots. You hated carrots, they were your favorite growing up and Shawn Mendes, the boy living down the street, ruined them for you.

“Hi carrots,” he would smirk down at you, “how’s it going?”

“Would you stop calling me that?”

“Mmmm no, no can do, sorry carrots”

Brian had called you that when you were a baby and that was fine, but his imbecile best friend Shawn? No way. Your brother had met the Canadian boy in school and honestly it was shocking you didn’t know him already. Pickering wasn’t exactly a big city so most people knew each other, but Shawn and you didn’t meet until Brian and him were besties.

At first you didn’t mind Shawn, he was nice enough and got your brother to leave you alone. But once that nickname set in you were officially not okay with each other. And it wasn’t like you could just ignore him because he’d show up everywhere. At hockey practice Shawn would constantly be shooting pucks your way, shouting that fateful nickname.

“On your right, carrots!”

You despised him. Until you didn’t. Maybe it was the day when he jumped into the car when the Craigen family drove Shawn home from the rink, his cheeks flushed pink and a bright white smile on his face.

“Hi carrots”

You didn’t respond that day with a snarky comment, caught up in his honey colored eyes. He had noticed you were sure but he was lost in conversation with Brian long before he could comment on your dazed state. Or maybe it was the day during freshman year when your sophomore boyfriend dumped you for the senior (who ended up leaving for college 4 months later), Shawn had approached you like you were glass and his step might shake the ground so much you’d crack. He hugged you that day, no teasing or prodding, just holding you together.

“Hi carrots,” his hand ran along your spine, “you okay?”

You just hid your teary eyed frown in his shoulder. The two of you stood there until Brian pulled you both to the couch in the basement and started playing a Harry Potter marathon. Your brother didn’t normally let you in on ‘bro time’ but he knew Shawn wouldn’t leave your side, though the boy would never admit it.

After that day the two of you came to an agreement, settling on harmless taunts and yet Shawn wouldn’t give up the nickname.

“You’re still my carrots, always will be.”

Everything was decent and the two of you were comfortable in the new mutual friendship you’d built. Shawn had told you a month later he’d be leaving for tour. You were 13 and he was 15. Before he left the Mendes and Craigen Clans got together for a farewell dinner, everyone was shocked by the lack of bickering between you two, even more so when he ate your carrots and you ate his tomatoes. The alliance was working.

Shawn came and went through Pickering, just like your boyfriends, except they actually remembered you. Shawn hadn’t even tried to see you when he was home, not that you cared of course, but you did miss his laugh. And his smile and him and maybe even that terrible name.

-

You wouldn’t see the famous boy until your graduation, 5 years after his goodbye dinner. Maybe it was because he rarely was home or maybe it’s because he didn’t visit the Craigen home and more than likely it was because you would leave when Brian mentioned Shawn making an appearance. You don’t know why you did it, you just did.

Graduating was all you looked forward to in all honesty. You had your friends and you had hockey but you didn’t care for that anymore because you wanted to get out of Pickering. Nothing was going to stop you now that you’d be attending university in Australia, that had always been the plan and now you were about to make it happen.

You didn’t even notice the tall boy until you stood from your arranged seat to collect your diploma but his shout was louder than anyone else’s.

“Go carrots!” He smiled right at you.

Shawn was looking at you for the first time in half a decade and he was a new person. He had grown substantially and his dorky figure had filled out. Honestly you gave yourself props for crushing on him before he got hot. But damn you weren’t complaining. You wanted to stare at him and ask all your unanswered questions with your eyes locked with his, but your ticket out of Canada was far more important than your childish crush. So you stepped forward walking along the grass up to the podium and shook hands with the staff of your school before walking back to your seat.

“Carrots!” His stride was fast to keep up with you as you ran towards your friends, “you went and grew up on me.”

“Says you, rockstar,” a new found confident tilt in your voice, “you cannot be the same imbecile from my childhood.”

He smiled brightly, ‘rockstar’, his new nickname. He loved that you gave him a nickname. He felt so comfortable talking to you and he missed the banter you two had always shared. Shawn missed you.

“Rockstar? Huh, I like it,” he pulled you into his chest, like he did all those years ago, “I’ve missed you.”

“Don’t go all soft on me now, I’m already dealing with Brian.” You laughed.

“Hey! I’m being serious here, really I did miss you, carrots.”

“I missed you too.”

It all felt serene, just smiling at one another. That is until your aforementioned brother tugged harshly as his arm wrapped around your waist.

“My baby sister is all grown up!”

“Brian!”

“If you think you can steal her away to catch up, think again Mendes!” He shouted at his best friend.

He just watched them happily, his own hand placed on Aaliyah’s shoulder.

“This dork’s time is reserved for me and only me until 6:30 tomorrow morning.”

You just laughed again, trying to pry his sturdy hands away from you when he started tickling you. But Shawn was confused, no longer laughing with the siblings.

“Why 6:30?”

Brian tensed against you. He knew of Shawn’s crush on his baby sister and though he wasn’t happy at first, he knew Shawn wouldn’t hurt her and that was what he really cared about. That and you wouldn’t have anymore shitty boyfriends who’d never treat you right.

“I didn’t tell you?” Shawn’s face fell at Brian’s tone, “she leaves for Australia tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?” He choked on his words, “w-why so fast?”

“I want to grow accustomed to the new lifestyle and country itself before starting the spring semester.”

“O-oh” Shawn hated how his voice stuttered.

You felt his eyes on you the entire night up until you sent your teary farewells to your friends as they went home. You turned to say your final, most important goodbye of the night. But Shawn had already slipped through the door tucked in with the graduated hockey team. No hug. No smile. No nothing. Not even a “bye carrots”.

Shawn didn’t show up at the house the next morning nor when you hugged Aaliyah at the airport. Even Karen and Manny tearfully hugged you before you checked into security, but their son was nowhere to be seen.

-

Australia was everything you wanted and more. The beaches were to die for and the sun was tanning your skin well, not to mention you loved your school. Everything was perfect on all fronts but one. You hated how much Shawn’s dismissal bothered you. He didn’t know when he’d see you again but he brushed you off like you were some chip on his shoulder. You hate that it bothered you and you hate that he hurt you.

Shawn knew that he was an asshole before Aaliyah told him that you asked for him. His mom for God’s sake kept eyeing him like he was a hurt puppy and Shawn knew he looked like one too. Tour had started up again in Portland after your graduation and he was content with performing, it was his safe space. But he was just wanting to be in Australia with you.

“Hey Brian,” Shawn had to rush before his soundcheck because he wanted to know when you would get there.

“Hey man, what’s up?”

“Carrots is coming to the show, right?”

“She’s not sure,” he offered a short smile to Shawn, Brian blamed him for his sister’s reluctance, “she has a chem exam tomorrow.”

“O-oh, okay. I’ll talk to you later, yeah?”

“Sure thing, now get out there, rockstar!”

Shawn froze and Brian knew he messed up. But the famous Canadian boy ran off after stumbling and started his soundcheck. He was a mess, so bad that Andrew called a break. He didn’t do that, not since the Handwritten tour.

“Shawn? What’s going on?”

He just sat there on one of the speakers off stage, dropping his head in his hands. Brian knew he had to do something because Shawn wouldn’t be able to pull it together without his baby sister pushing him along. Shawn just watched his friend walk off to the side, phone pressed to his ear.

“Y/N?”

-

You had no intention of driving the long 3 hours to Shawn’s arena. You had a hot cup of tea, your roommate thought it was gross saying “it’s so hot out though,” and the Harry Potter disk was calling your name. But Brian called and said Shawn needed you and that made the drive feel far longer than ever before.

Arriving at the Qudos Bank Arena 15 minutes before the concert was not the plan, but you hadn’t put into account the countless fans pushing and shoving their way past you. When you finally reached the side door your hair was disheveled, your strap had fallen down your shoulder, and your cheeks were flushed the same way Shawn’s always were.

“Hi,” you smiled at the security guard, “I’m Brian Craigen’s sister and I need to get through.”

He just laughed and turned away. Well, okay then. You stepped away from the door and called your big brother.

“Brian?”

“Y/N? Are you here yet? Kind of in desperate need.”

“Yeah, I am but security won’t let me in. I’m at door,” you looked around, “5A, I think.”

“Ok, I’m coming with Andrew. Give your phone to the guard, would you?”

The two men on the phone had a short conversation ending with the security guy apologizing profusely and opening the gate so you could slip into the venue. You didn’t know where to go but soon that anxiety settled when your clumsy brother ran right into you.

“Brian! Ow!”

“Sorry! Okay, so I’m taking you through to Shawn’s room,” he looked down at you, “yeah?”

“O-okay.”

-

Shawn’s dressing room was a disaster, you knew he wasn’t neat but this was on a whole new level. His wardrobe was thrown around and you sent a sympathetic glance towards Tiffany, his stylist, before finally glancing down at Shawn. He was curled over his legs on the couch, fingers pulling at the poor worn out curls. He looked like a disaster and your heart ached a little at the sight.

“Rockstar?”

His eyes whipped up and he froze as he took you in all the way from those stupid converse you refused to let go of, thought they were 2 sizes too small, all the way up to your signature red hair.

“C-carrots?”

Before you knew it, Shawn had jumped from his position and folded himself against you and your memory again flashed back to freshman year. You were enveloped in everything distinctly Shawn. His smell and his curls that tickled you. The tapping of his fingers against your spine. This was your Shawn, not that boy who failed to say goodbye 5 months ago.

“Hi bud, how are you doing?” You whispered in his shoulder.

“Better now, thanks.”

“I’m still a little mad at you,” he tensed up, pulling you impossibly closer, “no goodbye, no hug, no nothing, Shawn.”

“I’m sorry, carrots.”

The two of you crashed onto his couch in his previous spot but a different position. Shawn was almost at ease, neither of you mentioned the hand with that swallow tattoo still resting on your hip. He just looked at you and you looked at him. This was good.

“What’s going on?”

“What?” He seemed startled by your sudden question.

“Why did Brian think that it was important for me to be here? Why am I here, Shawn?”

He pouted and he just wanted to hold you but Shawn knew that you deserved an explanation for why he’s been so confusing.

“I can’t think straight without you around,” you went to interrupt but he cut you off, “let me say this and then you can go home if you really want to. Most of the tour I was fine with you not being there but when I knew you could be here and you chose not to? I don’t know, i-it threw everything off. And Brian would kill me for saying this but, carrots you drive me crazy. I mean you always have but I don’t know it’s different now. I always liked you, always, and Brian didn’t like the idea of me anywhere near you so I just deflected you. That’s why I started picking on you, calling you carrots. I just knew I couldn’t like you. But I really do, Y/N, I just can’t let you be mad at me.”

He looked at you, your face shocked and that’s when Shawn started to backpedal.

“Hey, relax okay? Nothing has to change your still my best friend’s annoying little sister. Nothing will be different,” Shawn pauses, “if you don’t want it too. I mean you don’t have to like me or anything just because I really li-”

You cut him off and you don’t care how cliche it is but everything fell into place. His lips were soft, not that you had thought they wouldn’t be. Shawn was so shocked he didn’t move until you pulled away, mumbling a short “sorry.” And the. He placed his lips against yours, finally, his hand cupped your jaw and everything was different between you two.

“Hey,” you pulled away slightly, your nose still pressed to his, “you didn’t call me carrots.”

Brian barged in right as Shawn was about to speak.

“Okay, I’m trying to be a ‘cool’ brother or whatever but no tongue when I’m around, deal?”

“Deal,” Shawn’s eyes still focused on you, “definitely a deal.”

“Yeah, yeah. Shawn you need to be on stage like now.” And with that Brian left.

“Come to the side stage?”

“Wouldn’t miss it.” And you wouldn’t because Shawn was smiling at you like you were his world and maybe you were.

“Hey carrots?” He grabbed your hand, pulling you towards the door, “I really like you.”

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[brashierc]

Waitin.

You've been best friends with Connor for years. It felt like you two had been conjoined at the hip your whole life, and practically you had been. Lately though, it’s been an adjustment for the both of you, with him touring with Shawn and you going to school straight out of High School. 

Shawn had Brian on tour, Alessia had Olivia so it was only natural for Connor to fly you out the second your classes let out for summer.

You’ve been with him for a few shows now. Orlando is the next show, and you have a day to yourselves and it’s when you notice that something is up with Connor.

Connor is a quiet and shy kid, always has been. But with you? He’s more open, speaks freely about what’s on his mind, and isn’t shy to 2 am laughter. 

Today, after an outing with Shawn at the beach that lasted about an hour for some publicity your noticing that Connor is curled into the corner of the couch in his room, phone in hand, bottom lip trapped between his teeth. 

You wander over, plopping yourself at the end of the couch where his feet are, nudging his leg to get his attention. He looks up with his eyes only. You both just stare at each other for a moment, communicating with your eyes, and when his start to water a little you stand, pushing him forward by his shoulder so you can slip behind him.

He sighs, turning onto his stomach so he can lay on you, rest his head in the crook between your neck and shoulder. You smile softly when he gets comfy, hands reaching up to scratch his back softly. 

He hums when you add a little pressure, letting your hands glide all the way up to the top of his head and back down as far as you can reach down his back. He presses a soft kiss to your neck and snuggles deeper into you, letting your warmth and smell soothe his restless brain.

“I’m here when your ready Bubba.” You whisper into his ear, letting your eyes flutter shut. 

His arms wrap around your waist, locking you closer against him. It’s like he can’t get close enough to you, he needs you wrapped around him, and he needs to be wrapped around you. 

Your cheeks reddened when he reached back and moved your leg to curl around his. This is such an intimate position, and while this wasn’t the first time you’ve laid like this, you have feelings this go around that you shouldn’t be having for your best friend. 

Lately he’s been a little clingier, a little touchier, and a little sweeter. You’ve chalked it up to Shawn’s personality rubbing off on him, but there’s the small voice in the back of your brain telling you that he might feel the same and that he means more than he probably does with these little moves he’s been pulling.

“My brain won’t stop racing.” He mutters.

“What’s it racing over?” You whisper, playing with his hair now.

“You.” 

Your heart stops, and a cold chill runs down your whole body. You gulp and freeze in place. 

“Brian has a crush on you.” He continues. “Last night, at the arena, when you stopped to say hi before heading to your seats with Manny,” He groans a little, “You were in that pretty dress, the one I picked out when you were online shopping.” 

You nod, knowing what you wore, and smiling at the memory of shopping with Connor over facetime, letting him log into your account on a clothing website so he could pick out some outfits for you. 

“You’re so pretty in that dress.” He sighs, pulling back at little to peer at you with those big blue eyes. “Anyway, you left to go to your seats and Brian wouldn’t shut the fuck up about you.” 

You pull back a little, brows furrowed. “So that’s a bad thing?” 

“Yes.” He drops his head to your shoulder, groaning.

“Wow, thanks Con.” You start to shift under him, not grasping what he was trying to say. 

That little voice in your head telling you that he was into you as well now making a 180 switch and asking you how you could ever think he might like you. 

The second you start to move he’s reacting, suddenly hearing himself and how you’re taking what he’s just said. 

“No,” He holds you tighter so you can���t move. “It’s a bad thing because you’re my girl.” He whispers, waiting for you to react. 

You gasp and look at him, blue eyes bright and staring straight into your soul. “I’m what?” 

“You’re my girl.” 

You smile, cheeks pink, body buzzing in excitement. 

“I almost punched him,” Connor goes on. “Talking about you in ways only I want to do. Talking this game like, ‘Connor bro I’m gonna ask her out, she’s so hot.’ Like no you’re not, she’s mine. And like yeah you’re hot, but fuck you’re gorgeous and beautiful and you deserve someone who’s gonna tell you that everyday.” 

“You do tell me everyday.” You trace his nose so he’ll finally snap out of his rant and realize he’s there, with you. 

He blinks three times before it clicks, before his brain tells him that he just told you that he has feelings for you. 

“Gonna kiss me or not Bubba?” You grin at him, giggling nervously.

He sighs in relief, leaning forward and capturing your lips in the softest kiss. He’s gentle, polite and a perfect gentleman leaving it at just a kiss and not taking it too far too fast.

“You’re my girl?” He asks softly when he pulls away.

“I’ve always been your girl Bubba.” You smile, leaning up and kissing him again.

**

“Good Morning Gorgeous.” Connor kisses your bare shoulder, arms securely holding you. 

“Morning.” You breathe out, eyes still shut, back against his chest as he kisses a line of kisses up your neck. 

“Just got a message from Shawn, he wants to meet up with Brian for breakfast after the gym.” 

“What time is it?” You ask.

“5.” 

“Connor!” You whine, burrowing yourself further into the sheets. “It’s too fucking early.”

“I’m sorry, I just wanted to get a ‘Good Morning Kiss’ before I get ready for the gym.” 

You roll over, huffing as you claw yourself out of the sheets, peaking an eye at him. He looks heavenly. Morning sun making his slightly tanned skin glow, hair tousled from your romp in the sheets, lips swollen from you biting on them. 

“Good morning.” You lean up and peck his lips. 

He smiles, cheeks pink. “Best morning ever.” He exhales, flopping onto his back. 

“I wanna go back to sleep, can I?” You whine, lips pouted at him. 

He grins, leaning up and pecking your lips four more times before nodding and clambering out of bed. “Sleep Gorgeous, I’ll come get you when we’re done with the gym.” 

** 

It was 8 by the time Connor was back and dragging you down to meet the boys at the nice continental breakfast the hotel you were staying at offered. Connor was giggling at your grumpy morning face, promising you they had iced coffee at the counter and that he’d make your plate. 

“I wanna sleeeeeeeep.” You whined, leaning into him as the elevator door closed. 

“You’re so cute in the morning.” 

“Connor, you woke me up so early, you kept me up so late. I’m tired.” You were pouting, and totally aware that you were acting like a child, but he was eating it up so you didn’t mind your childish ways.

“We’ll take a nap today, okay?” He wraps a strand of your hair around his ringed finger, letting you lean into him. “I already did a shoot with Shawn this morning after the gym, the sunrise was beautiful so we used that as the backdrop. But since we already did the shoot I’ve got the afternoon free until I need to be there at the final soundcheck. We’ll nap, and cuddle.” 

You nod into his chest, smiling when he kissed your forehead. You lean your head up, puckering your lips, eyes closed, asking for a kiss. He gladly gives you what you want, pulling away when the elevator door opened. 

He lead you to the table Shawn was already sitting at, fingers tangled with yours, dropping you off at a seat, kissing the top of your head before going to get you your coffee and breakfast.

Shawn looks up, watching Connor walk away from you and then glancing at your blushed complexion. “Hi.” He smiles. “That was new.” He nods towards Connor.

“Um, yeah.” You sit up straighter, playing with the strings of the hoodie you’re wearing.

“And you’re in his hoodie.” Shawn hums, sipping at his cup of tea.

You look down and blush harder at the fact that you were in Connor’s hoodie, he must of done that on purpose when he offered it for you. 

“This is gonna be a fun morning.” Shawn grins into his cup as he watches Brian walk over and take the seat next to him. 

You look over your shoulder at Connor, he’s buttering toast for you. 

“Y/n, hey.” Brian says catching your attention. 

“Bri,” Shawn starts but Brian shoots him a glare that shuts him up with a soft chuckle.

“Y/n I was gonna ask if you had any plans this afternoon?” Brian asks you, sitting up straight in his seat. 

You inhale, eyes flickering to Shawn’s that are now focused on something behind you. 

“Yeah she’s busy.” Connor says, sliding your plate in front of you, and setting your coffee down with a kiss to your cheek. “Iced coffee, and I noticed they had some french vanilla creamer so I put a small pour of that in there for you.” 

“Thank you Bubba.” You smile up at him. 

Brian stares at the two of you with furrowed brows. Shawn’s just laughing, shaking his head at the situation. 

Connor shoots Brian a glare before he walks off to get his own breakfast.

“Brian,” You say softly.

“Don’t.” He shakes his head. “I should have known.” 

“I’m sorry,” You cringe, feeling so uncomfortable.

“Don’t be, it’s okay.” He shakes his head. 

“It’s just,” You sigh, looking over at Connor for a moment and then back to Shawn and Brian. “I’ve been in love with him for a long time, and this is new, and things were said last night. But,” You giggle. “Brian, I kind of have to thank you.”

 “What?” He and Shawn say at the same time. 

“I guess you said something about me at the last show,” Brian blushes so hard his ears turn red. “But whatever you said kicked his ass into gear, because,” You look over and smile when you catch him staring at you. “Now we’re something.” You shrug.

“You guys are cute, that’s for sure.” Shawn nods. 

Connor walks back and takes the seat next to you, noticing you haven’t touched your food yet. “What’s wrong? Did I forget something?” He asks. 

“No,” You shake your head. “Was waitin on you.” 

He smiles, staring at you. “Waitin on me?” 

“Have been for awhile.” You shrug, giggling as Shawn and Brian choke on their food at burn you just threw Connor’s way. 

“Yeah well,” Connor shrugs, leaning closer to you, “I wanted to make sure everything was perfect.” 

//

Written by: @shawnm521

[shawnsassymendes]

Costume Party

Warnings: alcohol? also some Charlie Puth references

Summary: You sass your ex (sorta) at a costume party and Shawn is impressed.

Word Count: 1.3k

A/N: I kinda had a little bit of an idea for this around Halloween but I didn’t end up writing it until I saw smth cool that totally had to be written. Also, this was not beta’d by the amazing @hazeleyedcat, so be prepared for spelling and grammatical errors, and overall crappiness :)

Masterlist

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You let out a huff of amusement as you walked into the frat house. This was exactly what you needed to get out of your slump.

After that stupid football player spread a rumor that you were an easy lay, all you could think of was anger. 

A frat house down the block was hosting a costume party, even though Halloween was like three weeks ago. So you finally decided to let loose and try out that new Cleopatra makeup look you found on Instagram.

“Come on, y/n. Lemme get you a drink.” Your roommate, Maria, offered. 

“Uh, no thanks. I’ve got class early tomorrow, I would rather not.” You smiled politely at her. 

“Suit yourself, I’m gonna have whatever Adam’s having over there.” She smirked at a guy on the makeshift dance floor. He was wearing a nude speedo with a plastic fig leaf stapled to the front.

You let your eyes slowly drift around the place before they snapped back to the guy dressed up as Adam. 

“Chad?” You squeaked. It was him. The asshole that spread the rumors about you. Of course, his name was Chad. What kind of an idiot were you to agree to go out with a guy named Chad?

“Oh look, it’s little miss y/n. I knew you’d come crawling back. I mean, who wouldn’t after they’ve had a taste of the Chadster!” He motioned to his crotch as his teammates cheered him on. 

You were seeing red by now.

“Oh, I’ve had a taste of the Chadster, and let me say I was incredibly disappointed. I mean, the first man on Earth ain't a tough act to follow. One pump chump and you're hung like a weasel. Ditch the fig leaf, get yourself a pine needle.” You spat and turned towards the kitchen. 

“We-We didn’t even fuck!” He stuttered behind you. 

“Oh really? That’s not what you were telling everyone yesterday, motherfucker!” You raised your middle finger in the air.

When you saw Maria, you gave her a tight-lipped smile. “I’m gonna take you up on that drink you offered.” 

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“Dude, just go talk to her.” Brian shoved Shawn in your direction at the kitchen counter that was being used as a bar. 

“What? Who? What are you talking about?” Shawn acted oblivious to what his best friend was saying.

“The girl that dissed that frat boy to hell. You’ve been staring at her all night.”

“I have?” 

“Yup.” 

“I mean, that was just an epic burn. I’ve been thinking about how she thought of it.”

“Uh huh, sure. I believe you, but I think it would be easier if you asked her.” Brian smirked at him

“Ugh, fine.” Shawn rolled his eyes at his friend and went to the kitchen.

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You saw someone heading your direction for the fourth time of the night. After your explosion, too many egotistical assholes came and hit on you. They all told you that they ‘could show you what a real man was like’. You were not going through that conversation again with this guy, no matter how hot he was in that doctor’s costume.

“Hey-” 

“Hello fourth hot guy who has approached me tonight. No, I will not tell you my name. No, I will not give you my number. No, I will not hook up with you. No, I don’t want you to get me a drink. I hope that covered all your questions, now leave me alone.” 

“Actually, my only question is about that sick line you threw at that asshole. That was amazing!” Your eyes grew wide. You were not expecting that.

“Oh. Oh, thank you! I’m proud of myself, actually! I usually stutter like fuck, but I was so mad that I didn’t this time!” You blushed, hoping it wouldn’t show in the dim lights of the party. 

“Well, you should be. It was cool. Did you like, make it up on the spot or write it down beforehand?” The hot guy asked, actually interested.

“Oh god no! I’m like so not creative! It was an Epic Rap Battles of History line. Don’t know why, but that line’s stuck with me and I was finally able to use it.” You shrugged.

“Oh, that’s why it sounded so familiar! I was obsessed with those in high school! But still, that was incredibly cool!” 

“Why thank you, Doctor?” You raised your eyebrows at him in question. 

“Shawn. My name’s Shawn. And is your’s Cleopatra or?”

“My name’s y/n, but I wish it was Cleo cause that would be so cool!” You gushed.

“You’re a history buff?” 

“And major. Well, women’s studies major, but still. I surprisingly hated history as a kid, but I fell in love after a mandatory class in freshman year.” You fake swooned causing Shawn to chuckle. 

“And your favorite is Cleopatra?” 

“Yes. She’s just so amazing! She was an amazing ruler who united her Greek and Egyptian subjects after her ancestors failed to for years. And she was forced to marry one of her siblings and it’s said that she poisoned him just so she could rule alone. She was even minted on coins and stuff, I mean come on! And the Romans were so scared of her that they portrayed her as a crazy sex obsessed beautiful goddess just to scare their own subjects, and it worked. Apparently, she wasn’t actually that beautiful in the first place! And sadly, that’s the most popular portrayal of her in history when she was so much more! And-...Sorry, I’m rambling, aren’t I?” You cringed.

“A little bit, but it’s cute. You look so excited talking about this stuff. And besides, you taught me more about history in the past two minutes than my entire high school curriculum. Keep going.” He smiled at you, looking genuine.

“No, I’ve talked enough. What about you? What are you slaving away to become? A doctor?” 

“No, I don’t go to school here. Or anywhere, for that matter. I’m a singer. My friends go here.” 

“Oh, that must be-Wait!” You stared at him. 

“Here it comes.” He groaned playfully and rolled his eyes.

“You’re Shawn Mendes! No way!” You whisper shouted. 

“The one and only.” He smiled, blushing slightly. 

“I don’t know how I didn’t notice! I’ll be honest, I’m not the biggest fan, but you’re super good! And my best friend’s sister is like obsessed with you.” 

“I’ve been going as Ryan at this place though, so don’t tell anyone.” 

“I won’t tell a soul.” You smirked, hoping he would get the reference.

“Are you- Are you quoting Charlie Puth?” He smiled in disbelief.

“Maybe? I mean, I love him dangerously.”  

“Oh no!” He groaned, not trying to hide his smile that hard. 

“I’m sorry, I should stop Puth-ing it. But, I guess I like making you suffer. Are you losing your mind yet? Oh my god, I’m having way too much fun with this! You gotta stop me before I’m up all night throwing these song titles left right and left!” You clutched your stomach as the giggles took over.

“Alright alright, we get it. You like Charlie more than me, don’t need to rub it all in my face.” He exclaimed, laughing along with you.

Neither of you saw Brian and Matt having a conversation about you in the corner of the living room.

“Pay up, Matty boy. Told you he’d talk to her.” Brian smirked.

“He only did it because you urged him!” Matt groaned handing over the 10 dollar bill. 

“Hey, that was never against the rules that we agreed upon!” Brian shrugged, his facial expression smug as ever.

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lmk what you thinkkkkk!!!!!!!!

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[connordavidscamera]

It Never Came Up | Connor Brashier

A/n: honestly, this ending surprised me too.

Summary: Who knew a secret (that wasn’t really a secret) could lead to this?

Warnings: fluff, alluded smut, possessive/needy!Connor and reader? Oops

Word count: 6.4k

***

Y/n and I are sitting on the couch together. I’m scrolling through tiktok while she’s leaning against my chest, doing homework. She shuts her laptop with a huff, “Is it too late to drop out?” She asks me, leaning forward to put her laptop on the coffee table. 

I chuckle, pulling her back into my chest. She turns her head to rest in the crook of my neck, pressing a gentle kiss to the column of my neck. I hum before answering, “It actually might be too early to drop out. You know, considering we’re only two weeks into the year.”

She rolls her eyes at me. “That doesn’t matter. What does matter is that you have fifteen notifications in your inbox, and I’m ninety-eight percent sure those are all the videos that I sent you last night. Why haven’t you watched them? They’re funny.”

“Okay,” I look down at her. “Are they funny now, or are they three in the morning funny, because that tends to be what you send me.”

She gasps, taking my phone from my hands. “They’re funny now,” she says, going to my inbox. “Let’s watch them,” she clicks on my inbox and goes to my messages. 

We spend the next fifteen minutes watching the videos, her laughing more than me because these are definitely three am funny, but her humor is different than mine. We’ve always known that. 

“Dude, if she was interested, she would have called you. It’s not my fault she didn’t,” Shawn says as he and Brian walk through the front door. 

Brian slams the door behind him, tossing his keys in the bowl by the door. “Damn right it is! She didn’t call me, because she called you. I’d say it’s definitely your fault.”

Shawn just shrugs, “Look, I didn’t know that she was the one that you met the other night. Had I known, I wouldn’t have taken her out.”

“Oh, god,” y/n shakes her head, watching the exchange. 

“Why would she want you over me? What do you have that I don’t, hmm?”

“Oh, come on, Brian. This is ridiculous. I don’t why she was interested in seeing me again instead of you. What do you want me to say? Maybe I just showed her a better time than you did.”

“You can barely talk to a girl, how the hell could you be more fun than me?”

“Who said we did much talking?”

Y/n covers her face, “No, Shawn, shut up,” she whispers. “You’re making it worse.”

I hide my laugh into her shoulder. The boys seem to be completely oblivious to our presence, which is working in our benefit. Or it’s working against us. I haven’t decided yet. 

Brian’s mouth is open wide. “What the actual fuck? What did you do?”

Oh, god. I don't even want to hear this right now. 

“We made out. So what?”

“Just made out?”

“We may or may not have gotten to third base.”

“Oh, fuck,” I mumble into y/n’s shoulder. “Brian’s gonna kill him.”

“Third base?! Dude!”

“I told you I didn’t know she was the one you were talking to!”

“Bro, I went to third base with her!”

“Shit,” y/n mutters.

“Well then I just did better than you did,” Shawn shrugs. “I don’t know what to tell you. Musicians are good with their hands.”

“Shawn Peter!” y/n gasps, lifting her head from my shoulder. “Shut up right now!”

He turns to face us, his eyes wide. “Oh... hey guys,” he chuckles awkwardly

I throw my head back, no longer able to contain my laughter. “So you slept with the same girl, huh?” I ask.

“We didn’t sleep with her.”

“But you got close. So clearly one of you got her off better than the other. I’m assuming it was Shawn.”

“Connor!” y/n slaps my arm.

“What? You heard them. She called Shawn instead of Brian. He was apparently better.”

“Well, sure. But… maybe it wasn’t that. Maybe Shawn is just more her type.”

“Well what am I?” Brian whines.

Y/n pouts. “Awe, Craigen. C’mere.” She holds her arms out for him and he comes over to us on the couch, effectively falling into her, which causes her to fall back against me. “There will be other girls. I actually just made a friend in my psych class. She’s super sweet, super pretty, single. Would you like me to see you up?”

“Does Shawn know her?”

“No,” she shakes her head. “None of you do, I don’t think.”

He nods, falling into her touch as she scratches his head. “Okay, sure. That could be okay.”

“Alright, good. So, the problem is solved. Shawn, don’t fuck around with girls that Brian’s talking to, and vice versa. Good?”

“Yeah, fine whatever,” Shawn shrugs. 

“Y/n,” Brian says quietly. He’s still leaning against her, as Shawn sits on the other side of the couch.  

“Yeah?”

“I’m a better kisser than Shawn, right?”

She laughs, but I pull back. “Wait, what? When did you kiss her?”

Brian turns so he’s laying on his back against her chest. “God, what was it, like two years ago? It was at some party that you didn’t go to. You were catching up on the homework you missed when you were out with the flu, I think.” I furrow my brows as he continues to speak, y/n rests her head back on my shoulder and instinctively my hand goes to her hair. “A big group of us were playing spin the bottle. And y/n wasn’t actually playing, she was holding someone else’s spot. But I spun it, and it landed on her.”

“With tongue?” I ask, even though I don’t think I want to know the answer.

“No,” she says. “It was like three seconds. It was weird. Ugh, and he had just done a keg stand, so his lips tasted like beer and it was gross.”

“The kiss was bad?!” he gasps. 

“I mean, you were very nice. You did everything right. You’re just the reason I can’t stand the smell of beer.”

“Well what about you?” I ask Shawn. “Have you kissed her?”

“Years ago. We were kids still. What, we were eleven, right? I was her first kiss.”

I clench my jaw, my hand stills in her hair. “What?”

“Mhm. We did a play together, and the theater director had taught us about stage kissing. You know, where you put your thumbs over their mouth and just pretend that you’re kissing. Well, the night of the play, I was so nervous that I put my hands on her face, but I forgot to cover her mouth so I actually ended up kissing her.” He chuckles. “Let me tell you, she did not talk to me for like a week. She wouldn’t sit next to me on the bus, she didn’t come to my house after school. She was so mad at me.”

“Why were you mad?” I ask, looking down at her as she shakes her head. 

“Because she was saving her first kiss for that guy from Twilight,” he laughs.

Y/n gasps, removing her hand from Brian’s hair to point at Shawn. “Hey! That was a secret!” She shakes her head again, “And I wasn’t even counting it as my first kiss because it wasn’t real.”

“It was too! If I count it as my first kiss, then you should too.”

She sticks her tongue out at him, “Absolutely not. So to answer your question, Brian. Yes, you’re the better kisser.”

“Ha!”

“Not fair!” Shawn exclaims. “I’m a better kisser than Brian!”

“As far as I’m concerned, our kiss didn’t happen, so I wouldn’t know.”

“Well come here then,” he motions her over with his fingers, leaning forward, his lips puckered.

She laughs, “You wish.”

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I try not to let it bother me, I really do. All day, I try pushing the thought away. When I’m helping Shawn with cleaning up the living room, I try not to think about the fact that he was the one who took her first kiss from me, not Noah. And no, y/n and I didn’t know each other then, but still. I always thought - before Noah happened - that I would be the one to give her that first kiss. And now I’m the last to kiss her. If I ever get to at all, I guess. 

I don’t push her away though.  Actually embrace it when she comes closer to me, holding my hand while we watch TV or something. It makes me feel good knowing that she wants to be next to me. Part of it might be because Shawn keeps making kissy faces at her every time she’s near which is irritating me, but she brushes it off with a “In your dreams, rockstar.”

To which he replies, “Every night.”

I roll my eyes at that. He’s kidding, I know he is, but still. He kissed her first and I hate it. I hate that I didn’t make a move when I wanted to all those years ago. Would I still have been second? Yes, but at least I wouldn’t be behind Brian. In fact, Brian wouldn’t have ever had the chance to kiss her after me. Because we’d be going on four years together if I had acted when I wanted to, and I would be her morning and goodnight kisses and every kiss in between. 

After dinner, she retreats to her bathroom to shower. I do too - to my bathroom, I mean. And I stay there far longer than I intend to. But I stand under the water for ten minutes, at least, just thinking about this whole situation. And how have I gone this long without knowing about them both kissing her? Were they trying to keep it a secret from me or was it like how I didn’t tell her about McKenzie because it just never came up in conversation? Or it was too late to mention it. I guess it could be a bit of both. 

And like she said when she found out about me, it’s not my business. But damn. Our two best friends have kissed the girl that I love, and I haven’t been lucky enough to do that. Yes, I said lucky. They’re lucky bastards, and I’m jealous.

When I’ve finished up in the shower, I wrap my towel around my waist and head into my room, closing the door behind me. I get dressed in just sweats and an undershirt that I have thrown in my drawer. Y/n hates that I just throw stuff in there without folding anything, but that takes time, time that I have but would rather spend doing something else. 

About fifteen minutes later, she comes into my room, wearing one of Shawn’s sweatshirts, and considering the length, it looks like she’s not wearing any pants, but I know she doesn’t normally walk around the house like that, so she’s most likely wearing shorts. She plops herself down on the bed, next to me and holds out her bottle of lotion. “Smell this. I bought it yesterday because I thought it smelt nice, but now I’m not sure about it. It’s not usually a scent I go for.”

I take the bottle from her and unscrew the cap. “It’s sweet,” I say. “Like overly sweet.”

She nods, “That’s what I thought. I felt like I was drowning in pancake syrup or something.”

I laugh, “No, yeah, that is exactly what that smells like.”

“I’m sad,” she says, taking the bottle back. “Because the candle I got in this scent doesn’t smell like this. It’s far less overpowering.”

I shrug, “Go get your vanilla one. I’ll put it on you.”

She smiles, “How’d you know I was gonna ask you to do that?”

“Because you usually come in here after you’ve already put it on. You only come in here with a bottle of lotion when you’re too lazy to put it on yourself.”

She hums, “You know me too well. I’ll be back.” She disappears down the hall and I can’t help but smile. She’s so fucking cute, I can’t stand it. When she returns, she sits next to me again, throwing her legs over my lap. I take the bottle from her and pour a little lotion into my hand before bending her leg a little to rub it into her skin. 

Y/n lays back while I continue to lather it into her skin until there’s nothing left and start on the other leg. “Your hands are rougher today. What have you been doing, mister?”

I chuckle, rubbing the lotion into her upper thigh. “Shawn’s been teaching me some new strings the past few weeks. Got a couple callouses now.”

“Ooh, are we gonna have two rockstars in the house now?”

I shake my head, setting the bottle down on my nightstand and letting my hands rest on the tops of her thighs, “No, not anytime soon. I’m not very good at playing yet.”

“You’re gonna do great. You’re great at everything that you do.”

“When I can hold a tune, you’ll be the first one I play for.”

“As I should be,” she smiles up at me.

I run my hand down her calf and back up, watching as goosebumps rise on her legs. “You sleeping in here tonight?”

“Not tonight,” she plays with the drawstring of the hoodie. “I have to get up early tomorrow.”

“You’re opening?”

SHe reaches for my hand that’s still sitting on top of her thigh and plays with my fingers as she talks. “I go in at ten thirty, but I have class at nine.”

“I thought you dropped that class.”

“I wanted to, but all the other ones were full.”

I nod, “Well, if you’re not sleeping in here, can I sleep in your room tonight?”

She sits up, “You want to sleep in my room?”

“Well,” I shrug. “Yeah. I’ve kind of gotten used to sleeping next to you at night.” Which is true. For the past month we’ve been sleeping in my room together. At first it was an accident. We would be watching something on TV or she’d be reading while I edited or did homework and she would fall asleep against my shoulder. I hated the idea of having to wake her up, so I didn’t. I just turned out the lights and laid next to her. As the night went on, she found herself laying on my chest. It was my favorite part of the night. 

All in all, she has spent the last twenty-six out of twenty-nine days in my room and if I had it my way, there would be no more “her” room or “my” room, just “our” room. But I’ll have to wait for that - it might scare her if I ask her to move in when we’re not even dating. 

“I don’t want to wake you up early, if you don’t have to be up.”

I shrug, bringing her fingers up to my lips, pressing a gentle kiss to her knuckles. “I don’t mind. I never get to watch you get ready in the morning.”

She smiles, “And why would you want to watch that, hm?” she questions, wrapping her other arm around my neck, playing with the ends of my hair. 

I lean into her touch, “Because I like watching you. You’re pretty.”

Y/n bites back a smile, “You’re a sweet talker. But okay. Come to bed with me, I’d like that very much.”

---

In the morning, she’s once again on top of me when she wakes up. And I somehow manage to get a few extra minutes of cuddles before she has to get up to get ready. “Can you still sleep with the light on?” she asks quietly when she comes back from the bathroom.

“I’m awake, baby. Don’t worry about me. Just do what you normally would,” I tell her, “Pretend I’m not here.”

"Okay, close your eyes. I'm turning on the light." 

I smile and do as she's asked. I turn on my side, facing her closet where she's now standing. She sifts through her clothes and pulls out a shirt that looks a little too familiar. "Is that my shirt?" I ask with a small smile on my face.

She turns to face me, her lips forming a thin line. "Maybe."

"You little thief," I chuckle.

"Oops?"

I shake my head, "Get dressed, pretty girl."

She rolls her eyes, "Close your eyes again."

"Why?"

"Because I have to change."

"Okay, so change," I encourage her.

"I'm not wearing a bra."

"I don't mind," I smirk.

She crosses her arms over her chest and pops her hip out, “I am not letting you see me naked.”

“We’ll be even,” I joke. “I’m shirtless. You’ll be shirtless. Leaves us on an even playing field.”

“No way,” she shakes her head. “Close your eyes, I’ll tell you when you can open them again.”

I sigh dramatically and twist until my face is buried in her pillow. “Hurry, so I don’t suffocate,” I mumble.

She scoffs lightly at that and I listen as she moves around the room, opening and closing her drawer. Another thirty-ish seconds pass before she tells me I can look again. “Can you fix this strap for me?” she asks, standing in front of her full length mirror, in her jeans, but still shirtless. She’s holding one of the straps of her bra in her hand. 

I stare at her for a beat too long because she turns around to face me, “Bub? Hey,” she walks closer, waving her hand in front of my face. “Can you fix this for me?” she asks again. 

“Sorry,” I push the covers off my body and stand up, walking behind her. I take the strap from her and look it over. “Is there like a hole or something that I can put this through or?”

“Yeah, this little lip on the band? Just slide the hook through that, and then if you can tighten it so that it’s even with the other side?”

I nod, sticking my tongue out a little to focus. My hands are shaking as I try to put the hook through, but I’m able to do it finally. I stand up straight, my hands on her shoulders as I stare at us in the mirror. I’d be lying if I said we didn’t make a cute couple. When we were in high school, early on, I always wondered why people asked if we were dating. Other than the way we acted with one another, it didn’t make sense. But as time went on, I started to understand what it meant when people “looked good together” because that’s us. We look good together. Especially right now, early morning, neither of us fully dressed. I could get used to this being our everyday life. 

I lean down and press a gentle kiss to her shoulder and she hums. “Your hair is a mess,” she mumbles.

“Mhm, and you’re beautiful.”

“What?”

“Sorry,” I look up at her through the mirror again. “I thought we were stating the obvious.”

She sighs, moving to get her shirt from the top of her dresser, “Connor.”

“What? I didn’t say anything bad,” I respond, watching her throw the shirt over her form. 

“No,” she agrees. “But you’re flirting with me.”

“I have been for like three years now,” I confirm. “But I’m glad you’ve finally noticed.”

She traps her bottom lip between her teeth, wrapping her arms around her middle. I walk forward and gently pull her lip from her teeth, watching intently as it pops back in place. 

“What are you thinking about, pretty girl?” I question, my hand lingering on the side of her face.

She reaches up and holds onto my hand. “What are we doing?”

“What do you mean?” 

“Sleeping in the same bed. Cuddling. Flirting. What are we doing here?”

I sigh and let go of her hand, taking hold of her hips to pull her closer. “I don’t know,” I tell her truthfully. “I know that I like flirting with you and it makes me feel good when you flirt back. And I know I like sleeping next to you. I know I feel closer to you now than I ever have. And we’ve always cuddled and been… touchy? With each other, so that's not new."

“But this flirting,” she looks down, “it feels different somehow.”

I pick her chin up with my thumb and forefinger. “What if it is?”

She sucks in a breath, “Connor.”

“I hate when you say my name like that,” I shake my head. “You always sound so disappointed in me. But I can’t deny it anymore, baby. I’m so fucking gone for you and I can’t not show you that. But if it’s making you uncomfortable, I’ll stop.” I nod, removing my hands from her, “I’ll take a step back. We can go back to-”

“No,” she reaches out to stop me, taking my hand back in hers. “ No, I don’t want that. I just - the guys.”

“What about them?”

“If we were to act on these feelings, it would affect them too. Not just as our friends, but because we all live together. It's just, I don’t want to lose any of you guys if something happens.”

I pout, squeezing her fingers. “You think something’s gonna happen? Well let me ease your mind. Because I’ll tell you right now, if we become more than friends one day, you’re gonna be the last woman I ever kiss. The first and last woman I ever love. The first and last woman I ever make love to. You’re it for me. And it may sound ridiculous, but there it is.”

“Why? Why are you telling me this now?”

I walk backward, plopping down on the corner of her bed. “I don’t know. Maybe finding out that both of our best friends have kissed you woke me up.”

She sighs, “I thought you might be upset about that. I’m sorry.”

“No, no. You don’t need to apologize for that. I wasn’t upset. I just - I probably felt the same way you did before. Blindsided, maybe? But I get it. One was before we even met, and the other was, I guess, pretty insignificant.”

“Yeah, I guess so.”

“I want to be the next guy to kiss you. The last guy to kiss you.”

She takes a step forward, standing between my legs now and her hands reach for my hair which causes my eyes to flutter shut. “I want you to be the next guy to kiss me. The last guy to kiss me.”

I feel my entire body blush red, “Yeah?”

“Mhm,” she leans forward, pressing her forehead against mine. “Yes.”

“Right now?” I ask, glancing down at her lips. They’re two inches from mine, all I have to do is pull her closer and -

“No.”

I pull back. “No?”

She shakes her head. “You have morning breath.”

I breathe out a laugh and fall back on her bed, covering my face. “You will be the absolute death of me, pretty girl.” I remove my hands from my face and look over at her. “But okay. When I don’t have morning breath, “I’m going to kiss you. You’ll just never know when it’s going to happen.”

---

The next week is torture. Every time we’re in the same room, I think he’s gonna kiss me, but he never does. It’s a week of heated glances, lingering hands,I'm going insane because I need to know what his lips feel like. I need to know what he tastes like. I've been dreaming of kissing those lips for years and I want him to stop playing games and fucking do it already.

Tonight would be the perfect night. Shawn and Brian are out at the football game with some of their hockey friends and they're going out for drinks after so it's just me and him. We have hours alone, but he’s been in his room since he got home from class three hours ago. But that’s not what’s bothering me. What’s bothering me is the number in my pocket that one of my group partners gave me today.

It’s bothering me so much that I'm once again stress baking. I’ve made four different types of cookies from scratch, all the boys favorites, and then classic chocolate chip. But we’re now almost out of milk and butter, so I know it’s time to stop since I can’t make it to the store until after work tomorrow. I toss the dirty dishes in the sink and wash my hands. I’ll wash them in a minute, but I need to talk to Connor now because this number in my pocket is driving me nuts and I need to get rid of it immediately. 

I knock on his door when seven rolls around. 

“Come in!” he calls out and I open the door just enough to peek my head through. He’s sitting at his desk, editing something on his desktop. “Hey, pretty girl,” he smiles when he looks my way. “What’s up?”

“I um, I have something for you.”

“For me?” he turns in his seat to face me. “Well, don’t you have to come into the room to give it to me? Why are you just standing in the doorway?”

I sigh and open the door more. I dig the small slip of paper out of my pocket and walk forward, handing it to him. 

He looks down at it with furrowed brows, “What’s this?”

“My friend wanted me to give that to you,” I say, shifting my weight to the side. 

He scoffs, still looking at the number. “Is this a joke?”

“No. I guess she’s seen us hanging around each other, and she wanted me to give that to you.”

“But why?”

I shrug, “My guess is because she likes you.”

He looks up at me then, “And you’re okay with this?”

“Why wouldn’t I be, Connor?” I ask, going to leave the room. 

“Hey!” He stands quickly from his seat, catching my wrist just as I make it into the hallway. “You don’t get to do that. Say my name like that when I didn’t do anything.” he shakes his head, “This?” He holds up the sheet of paper before crumbling it and throwing it on the floor behind him, “means nothing.”

“Look, she asked me to give it to you, so I did. That’s it. Call her, don’t call her. I don’t care.”

“Yes, you do! And I’m not going to call her. Is that what this is? You really think that I’ll call her? I don’t even know her.”

“I don’t know what to think,” I tell him.

He pulls back like I’ve hit him. “Well that kind of sucks. Because I thought I made it pretty clear the other day in your bedroom that I like you.”

I sigh, “All I was trying to do was be a good friend to her, and to you by giving you options. Isn’t that what the guys always talk about? Keeping their options open?”

“Okay, thank you. Let me make myself crystal clear, I don’t want options. What I want,” he sighs and pulls me to his chest, I land against him with a huff. “This. I want you right here in my arms. That is what I want. Nothing else.”

“And what if you don’t one day?” I ask quietly. “What if this is just because I’m close? Because I’m right down the hall and it’s convenient? What then?”

“But it’s not that! I am not flirting with you because it’s convenient. Because let me tell you, having feelings for your best friend is wildly inconvenient.”

I scoff, pushing myself away from him and walking down the hall, back to the kitchen. “Wow, thanks.”

“No,” he says, his footsteps sounding behind mine. “That’s not what I meant. I just mean that I have feelings for you  - deep feelings and I don’t see them ever going away. Because living together has only made me want you more than ever. I want you. I can’t say it enough.”

“Then why haven’t you kissed me, huh?”

“Wh- what?”

I breathe deeply, holding onto the counter in front of me. “You said you were going to kiss me. The other day you said you would and I’ve been waiting for it to happen and it hasn’t. And I’m worried that you were just kidding and that I’m being led on by you again, and if you’re just leading me on then tell me.” I turn back to face him. “Don’t make me fall for you even more because if anyone in this world has the ability to completely shatter my heart, it’s you. And I’m an idiot and I keep letting you, and I’ll let you break my heart over and over and over again, no questions asked because I -”

I don’t have time to finish my sentence or even breathe before he’s pulling me to his chest and holy fuck he’s kissing me. His lips are soft, but firm against mine and he’s pulling at the material of my sweatshirt like he can’t get me close enough. And then his hands are in my hair, on my face, but he pulls back before I have the chance to react properly, before I can kiss him back.

He breathes heavily as he rests his forehead against mine. “I wanted it to be the right time. I didn’t want to rush you.”

I shake my head, taking hold of the back of his neck. “Do that again.”

“What?”

“Fucking,” I groan and now I’m kissing him. And after two seconds, he’s kissing me back. I hum against his lips, tugging at the hair on the nape of his neck and he’s pushing me back against the counter. His hand runs down the side of my thigh and he locks his hand behind my knee. He lifts my leg to wrap around his waist and I grip the back of his shirt. He’s not close enough.

Connor tugs on my bottom lips with his teeth and I gasp. He takes this opportunity to slide his tongue in my mouth and I can’t help but moan when he does. He growls, gripping my thigh tighter. “Jump,” he mumbles against my lips and who am I to deny him anything he wants? So I do as instructed and he lifts me up, setting me on the counter and I am so grateful that I put the dishes in the sink so he had room to do this. 

He swallows his name from my tongue and I breathe him in like he’s the air I need to survive. We’re both pulling each other as close as we possibly can, our lips never parting. Together we’re one and it’s all I have ever wanted and more, and if he said he wanted more than this right now, I would give him absolutely anything he asked for. I am completely, utterly, and entirely his. As I always have been. As I always will be. 

We part much sooner than I would like to, and when we do, we’re both gasping for air and I realize then that we haven’t taken in a single breathe since we started this. My hands are still fisted in the collar of his shirt, his firmly on my waist. “Holy shit,” he breathes out, his forehead resting against mine again. 

“Mhm,” I agree, taking in more air. 

“Are you okay?”

I nod, releasing my grip on his shirt, moving my hands to the side of his neck and over his collar bones.

“Was that enough evidence to show you that I only want you? Or do you need more?”

“More,” I nod quickly. “More. Please, fuck. I need more.”

He smirks and drops his head to my shoulder, his lips dancing over the column of my neck. I tilt my head to the side to give him more access and I can feel his smile against my skin. “I like when you beg for me. Do it again,” he husks before his teeth sink into my skin and I gasp.

“Please,” I whimper. “Please, bub.”

He hums, pulling back, “I will. On one condition.”

“Anything,” I nod, wanting desperately to pull him back to me.

“Do not ever give me options again. I don’t want them. I don’t need them. I have everything that I have ever needed right here. Right on this counter. Got it?”

I nod, scoffing a bit. “You’re fucking insane if you think I’m letting another girl look at you without claiming you as mine.”

He raises an eyebrow at me, “Yeah? Is that so?”

“Yeah,” I reply. 

“Gonna tell them I’m off limits? That I have someone I’m interested in? Someone I sleep next to every night?”

My eyes flutter shut because I can’t stand looking at him as he continues saying all the right things. “Yes. You’re off the market. You’re taken. You’re mine.”

He groans and his lips are on my neck again. “Say that again.”

“You’re mine.”

“Again,” he bites at my skin, causing me to squeal a bit.

“Mine. Mine. You’re mine.”

He moans, hugging me closer. “I’m yours. Completely. And you’re mine. You’re mine, y/n. No one else can have you. No one gets to hold you like this. Kiss you like this. Just me.”

I whine, “I’m yours, Connor David.”

---

I’m drawing shapes on Connor’s bare torso as we lay in his bed. He fell asleep about thirty minutes ago, but my body is rejecting even the idea of sleep right now. My mind’s racing with questions about what happened earlier and what’s happened since. Which isn’t too much. Although he has left his fair share of hickies down my shoulders and a few on my chest. I left mine up and down his torso. 

“You’re thinking too hard,” Connor mutters, startling me. 

I look up at him, “I thought you were asleep,” I whisper. 

He yawns, “I was, but somehow my body knew you weren’t. What’s troubling you?” he asks, his fingers threading through my hair.

I continue to draw small circles over his hip bone as I speak. “The guys.”

“What about them, pretty girl?”

I sigh, “I don’t want to tell them about us yet.”

He shifts a little, craning his head to look at me. “Why not?”

“I don’t want their opinions on this yet. I just want to enjoy it for now. Just you and me.”

He smiles down at me softly, “You wanna keep it a secret?”

“Not forever. I just, I want to enjoy being yours without being worried about what they’re gonna think.”

Connor leans forward and presses a kiss to my forehead. “Okay. We can sneak around. That’s actually kinda hot. I can sneak you into my bedroom and kiss you whenever I want. Although that does mean I’ll have to keep you quiet when they’re home.”

I laugh into his chest, “You’d have to make me loud first.”

“Oh, I intend to.”

I shrug, “I don’t know. Last I heard, you only lasted fifteen seconds. It’s gonna take more than that to get me off.”

“Is that right?” he hums.

“Mhm, and I don’t know if you’re up for the challenge.”

He chuckles huskily. “I promise you, I’m up.”

I shift, going to rest my head on my hand instead of his chest. “Is that right?” I mock him.

“Do you want to see for yourself?” he questions, flinging the blankets off of us. And yeah, he’s definitely up. 

“Hmm… maybe I should do something about that.”

He shakes his head, “You don’t have to, baby. I’m just teasing. It’ll go away eventually.”

“It’ll go away quicker if you let me help,” I say, drawing my fingertips down his abdomen. 

He sucks in a breath. “You really don’t have to. I thought you wanted to take things slow.”

I shake my head, because I have been waiting for this man for five years. That was slow enough. I want to experience everything with him. Today. Tonight. Tomorrow. Forever. “I said I wanted to keep us quiet for now. I never said slow.”

“But, are you sure?” he sucks in another deep breath when the very tip top of my fingers slide beneath his boxers. “Oh fuck.”

I hum and look up at him innocently. “I don’t really know what to do.”

“You’re doing a pretty… spectacular job so far.”

“Will you teach me what to do? To make you feel good?”

He groans, covering his face. “Holy fuck. Are you serious?”

“As a heart attack. If I use my hands on you, will you use yours on me?”

He nods quickly. “Fuck, yes. Yes, I want nothing more than to use my hands on you. Well, I want my tongue on you too, but-”

“Maybe next time. We can still take it slow if you’d like. Makes it more exciting if we do one thing at a time. Tonight, hands. Tomorrow? Who knows.”

He reaches forward and cradles one side of my face. “And you’re sure about this?”

I nod, “I’m so sure.”

“And you’ll tell me if anything makes you uncomfortable?”

“I will.”

“And you know that you can say no at any time and I’ll stop?”

I smile because I didn’t know just how hot it could be for a man to ask for consent more than once, but holy hell, I don’t think I’ve ever been more attracted to him. “I know, baby. Now, are you gonna show me what those hands can do so I can show you what mine do?”

He growls, lunging forward. His lips cover mine in a heated passion and I hum as he crawls on top of me. His necklace dangles over my face when he pulls back, looking down at me beneath him. I look him up and down and bite my lips. “You like what you see?” he husks and I whimper.

“I think I could get used to you hovering on top of me.”

“Oh, yeah?” he grins.

I nod slowly. “Best view in the world.”

“Well I think I have the best view, but-”

“Shut up,” I say, tugging him down by his necklace. I cover his lips with mine and hum. “Teach me how to get you off.”

He shakes his head, “You’re insane if you think I’m not getting you off first.”

***

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Bad Boys Bring Heaven To You | Brian Craigen

Warning; This Fic contains smut and unprotected sex. Wrap it before you tap it yall! Enjoy.

They were a walking cliche. Always have been. From the ages of 7 to now 22, they were always polar opposites. Which is why they worked so well together. 

Brian walked around the halls of their high school with a leather jacket, ripped black skinny jeans, dirty white t-shirt, and a busted lip or black eye. He smoked cigarettes and drank too much. He almost never attended class, he really only ever showed up to school to make sure no one ever messed with his Anna. 

Susanna, named after her grandma, started going by Anna when she met Brian in second grade. He’d told her that Susanna was an old lady name and promptly started calling her Anna, saying it was ‘much prettier.’ 

Anna is a fair skin wild-child. She was stick thin as a young child, but as they grew she suddenly thickened out, and filled nicely into a curvy body. Her dark blonde hair sometimes looks a bit reddish in the sun, and the freckles on her nose gave her such an innocent look when paired with her big brown doe eyes. 

She’s Brian’s weakness. Always has been. He’s been head over punches for her since the day he met her. He’d pushed her down on the playground and when she skinned her knee and started crying softly, his bad boy facade fell. He’d walked her to the school nurse and sat with her, holding her hand, as they cleaned the dirty muddy scrape and bandaged her up. 

“Please Brian?” She asks with a pout, blinking her eyes at him in a way where he can’t refuse. 

“Sweetie, I don’t want you to get hurt.” He caresses the side of her face. 

“But,” She sticks her bottom lip out. “I just wanna try.” 

He sighs, hanging his head because man she really knows how to get what she wants. 

“We’ll take the backroads, the last mile is all yours okay?” He offers, holding his hand out. 

“Okay!” She grins, taking his offered hand to swing her leg over the seat of his motorcycle. 

He looks back, getting a small glimpse of her creamy thigh. She’s always wearing these short sundresses now, and they love to make his mind wander into the gutter. He reaches back when she’s settled up nicely against his back. He can feel her breasts pushed up against him, and he can tell she’s not wearing a bra today. 

His hand lands on her left thigh, and he slips his fingertips under the hem of her skirt for a minute. Biting his lip he lightly scratches his fingers down her leg and he can hear the intake of her breath in his ear. 

That only revs his engine further. He knows he just promised to let her drive the last mile home, but he doesn’t know if he’s gonna have the patience to let her. He was barely able to handle watching her walk into her college lecture when he dropped her off earlier.

He makes the decision to break his promise when she holds his waist tighter on a curve, and when she squeezes her thighs against his. She’s warm, and squishy, and he can’t wait. 

He takes a sharp left to take them down the road to his place, and she whines in his ear. That alone almost makes his eyes roll into the back of his head. 

“You promised.” She loosens her grip on his waist. 

“I’ll make it up to you, I promise.” He yells so she can hear him, dropping his right hand from the handlebar to rest on her hands.

He pulls the bike up into the driveway of his own little run down house. It’s nothing special, just a workshop with a bedroom and bathroom attached. It was his Grandpa’s, and when he passed he took it before the rest of the family could sell it. 

When he turns the bike off they sit for a moment, he doesn’t move. He does in fact smirk though when Anna clutches his shirt. The bike’s vibration does rile her up. His hand that’s still on hers pushes them down, just so she can feel that he’s riled up too. His left hand goes back to her thigh, this time caressing it. 

“Please.” She whimpers. He can’t handle it, he gets up off the bike and turns to her in a flash. Her cheeks are flushed red, lips a bright pink, hair messy. Her legs seem to be shaky already, so he crouches down and lifts her easily into his arms. 

Her legs wrap around his waist, his hands resting just under her ass to hold her up. He walks her into his place, kicking the door shut behind him when they enter. Once in his room he sets her down, lifting her dress over her head revealing her white lacy panties underneath. 

“Damn Baby.” He husks, devouring her with his eyes. She’s staring up at him like he’s the only man in the world and it’s just making him harder. “What do you want Baby?”

“You.” She answers so quickly. 

He grins, gives her a ‘come hither’ motion and when she does he plants a sinful kiss to her lips. One that has her at his mercy. He sits on his bed, breathing heavily as he looks her up and down again.  She stands between his spread thighs, and he bites his lip as he stares at her naked body. 

“You’re so sexy.” He hums, palming her breasts in his hand. She moans at the rough feel of his hands on her sensitive nipples. 

He trails his fingers slowly down her body, dipping them down into the front of her panties. He groans at the feeling. 

“You’re so wet Baby.” 

She’s groaning at how he’s teasing her. Clutching his shoulders so her knees don’t buckle from beneath her. His thumbs hook into panties at her hips. He shimmies them down her thick hips and thighs, and that fateful tattoo stares right back at him. It’s the sexiest thing he’s ever seen. The black inked ‘B’ on her hip stands out on her pale hip. He leans forward, planting a small kiss to his initial and she keens in his hands. 

He pulls her down onto her lap, making her straddle him. She gasps at the feel of the fabric of his jeans on her bare mound. He’s bulging, and when he grabs her ass she jumps into him. She moans at the feel and he grins. 

“Come on Baby.” He licks his lips. He pulls her close again so she rubs against him. Her eyes roll back and he knows she feels good. He likes making her feel good. So he keeps holding her hips, making her roll against him. 

Her thighs start to squeeze him tighter, and she starts to take control of the speed leaving him a panting mess beneath her as she rides him. 

Her back arches, moaning his name, nails digging into his shoulders as she stutters. It ripples through her, sending a shockwave through her entire body. When she finishes she slumps against him, and he kisses down her neck. 

“Good job.” He mumbles into her ear, tugging on her earlobe. 

“That was new.” She breathes out, yelping when he rolls her over onto her back. “You’re wearing too much.”

“I was wearing enough a minute ago.” He snides, and he snickers as she hides her face from him. “I love when you hide from me, as if I don’t know how you taste or how you look when you cum.” 

“Stop!” She whines, rolling into his pillow. 

“Uh huh,” He tsks, grabbing her legs and rolling her back to her back. “'M Not done with you.” He says, hovering over her. 

Her eyes flick open at the feel of his warm skin on hers. She didn’t even see him undress, but here he is in all his glory over her. 

“Ready?” He asks, receiving a nod in response. With that he slips in, growling at the feel of her warm walls around him. “Oh god Baby.” 

Her head is thrown back, legs coming up to wrap around his narrow waist. He grabs her hands that go to wrap around his neck. He plants them on the bed, keeping his fingers intertwined with hers. 

“Been waiting to feel you all day.” He moans, starting a slow deep rhythm. “Since you sent me that dirty text this morning.” 

“Faster.” She pants out, tugging him in closer with her thighs. 

He speeds up, changing out how far he comes out. Making it deeper. 

“God you’re so warm.” He drops his head into the crook of her neck. “I can feel you sucking me in.” 

“Please Brian, please.” She pleads with him, not being able to come up with other words. 

“Oh god, oh god.” He croons, feeling the tickle go down his spine. 

“Please, please.” She moans, holding his hands tighter. She clenches when she feels herself get closer, making Brian throw his head back and growl. His growl vertebrates through her making her back arch off the bed. 

“Come on Baby.” He speeds up even more. 

“Brian!” She yells out when he hits that spongy spot inside her. 

Her jaw drops when she comes, and he watches as her eyes squeeze shut and her body goes stiff and then lax. He groans lowly, holding her tighter as he cums. They hold each other as they both come down from their highs. 

He pulls back after a few minutes, slowly pulling out of her. She gasps at the loss of him, and then at the feel of him leaking out of her. He watches, finding it extremely sexy when he can see his cum drip down. He pushes it back in a few times with his fingers, until she pushes him away from being over sensitive. 

He promises he’ll be right back with a kiss on her forehead and rushes to his bathroom to clean up. While he’s cleaning himself he’s got the shower water running to heat up. Once he’s clean he grabs a small wash cloth from the cabinet and drenches it with the warm water. 

“Let me clean you up baby before we shower.” He whispers as he nudges her legs back open. 

“Sleepy.” She mumbles. 

“I know, but we gotta get all cleaned up. Then we can take a nap okay.” 

“I have to write a paper tonight.” She talks out loud, suddenly remembering the world outside of their relationship. 

“I know, I’ll set an alarm for 5. You start on your paper and I’ll make dinner.” 

“You’re gonna make me dinner?” She asks with a small pout as he tosses the washcloth into his hamper.

“Mac and cheese?” He offers.

“Yum.” She nods. 

“Come on.” He lifts her. 

“You’re so cute.” She whispers, playing with his hair.

“For you.” He looks at her as he sets her down in the bathroom. 

“My Brian.” She sighs, staring up at him.

“Yours.” He responds by kissing her lips softly.

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Cared For | Brian Craigen

Request: do a piece where his girl does something simple for him, like sets his clothes out in the morning or makes him breakfast, idk. he’s in tears and so happy. it’s just fluffy and they both love each other

It’s been such a long week. He couldn’t handle anything more. Being the CEO of your own company was stressful, add on multiple business deals, somewhat of a falling out with your best friend, and then finding out that your number two has quit, leaves Brian feeling like he’s drowning in his world. 

He unlocks the door to his apartment and looks around in shock when he notices the lights are on, everywhere. This is unusual. He rarely ever has the lights on when he leaves at the crack of dawn every morning. Turning a light on at 4 am, before the sunrise felt like he was disturbing the peace in the world. So he usually left them off in his departure. 

His home is warm, and inviting as he shuts the door behind him. He warily walks further in, setting his briefcase down by the small table at his front door. Softly, he sets his keys in the wooden bowl and holds his phone out, ready to call for an emergency if needed. 

Slowly he rounds the corner and a sigh of relief passes through his chapped lips. Standing at his kitchen counter, stirring something that’s producing steam from a large pot is his beloved girlfriend. 

It’s been ages since he’s been able to lay his eyes on her. And on her he does. He takes in everything he can. From the peacefulness she’s created in his home, to the luscious curves he wants to run his hands all over. 

“What are you doing here?” He asks, breaking the silence like a scratch of chalk on the board in a quiet classroom. It causes her to jump, he watches her shoulders tense. Her head whips to look over her shoulder, eyes wide and cheeks flushed. 

“You scared me.” 

He chuckles, taking the last few steps forward to close the space between them. He didn’t want that anymore, space. “You scared me Honey. I come home and it’s like the intruders of ‘Make Yourself at Home’ have come.” 

She giggles, leaning into his embrace as he wounds his arms around her waist. She reaches up, wooden spoon in her right hand, letting her wrists cross and rest on the back of his neck as her wraps her arms around him. “You’re silly.” 

“You’re beautiful.” He hums, leaning down to kiss her lips softly. “But seriously, what are you doing here? You’re in Canada right now, not America.” 

“I know.” She sighs, “You just, had a rough week. I wanted to come and be here with you. Is that okay?”

“That’s more than okay. Please come break into my apartment anytime you want.” 

She smiles, blushing again as she turns to stir the pasta she’s making. “Go change, dinner’s almost ready.” She kisses his cheek before sending him off down the hall to his bedroom. 

He walks in, smiling to himself about the fact that his girl is here. She’s really here with him. He goes to head to the closet when he stops in his tracks. There laying upon his bed is his favorite led zepplin t shirt, and his black plaid comfy pants. 

She laid out his clothes for him. 

It takes everything within him not to cry. No one has ever taken care of him like this before. He changes quickly into the outfit she’s laid out, and after pulling on some socks, and bringing an extra pair for her he rushes out to the kitchen. 

She’s still got her back to him, looking at her phone as she stands in front of the pot. He sets the rolled up socks on island as he goes back to her. Wrapping his arms around her from behind, so he can bury his face in her neck, taking in the fateful smell of lavender he’s grown to love oh so much. 

“You laid out my clothes.”

“Mhm.” 

“You’re so cute, and sweet.” 

“Oh hush.” She rolls her eyes, never been on to take compliments.  

“No one has ever cared or taken care of me the way you do.” 

“Oh.” She turns a bit to look back at him. 

“Yeah, ‘oh’, thank you. You make me feel so cherished. You make every bad day melt away.” 

“Good, that’s what I was hoping for. Now go sit down so I can make your plate, dinners ready.” 

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Scare | Brian Craigen

Request: A pregnancy scare?

Her heart was in her throat as she walked down the halls of his building. The bright white lights, the light grey tile with the dark grey walls, it made her feel so cold and alone in the moment. 

She held on to her purse real tight, hoping to god that no one can hear the crunch of the paper bag in it with each step she takes. Why his office has to be at the complete back of the top floor is beyond her. You would think the CEO would want to be upfront. Where he could see everything. 

Brians head whips up from behind his computer screen when she walks in. She’s in such a trance of watching her shoes that she doesn’t even notice that she’s walked into his office.

“Honey?” He says, tone worried. 

She in turn looks up and gasps a bit when she realizes that she’s already made it. She didn’t even have a chance to prep herself before she saw him.

“What’s going on? What happened?” He asks, standing up from his chair to walk around his desk to her. He watches, as she takes in 3 really deep breaths before looking up at him. He’s scared, the look on her face tells him that he needs to be scared. 

“I, I need to tell you something.” 

“Okay,” He nods, walking around her to shut his office door. He waits till the click signals the shut, and then takes her hand as he leads her to the couch in the corner of his office. “You can tell me anything, you know that.” 

She nods, breathing deeply again. “I um,” She visibly swallows and starts again. “So, I’m late.” 

“Late?” He asks, tilting his head. 

“My period is late by 3 weeks.” She breathes out quickly, ripping the bandaid off. His eyes blow wide as she continues, “At first I didn’t think anything of it. It’s not unusual that I’m late when I’m stressed. The first week passed and I just brushed it off assuming once work died down everything would happen. But then the next week went by and I kind of forgot, because we were so busy with Shawn in town. But this morning my app notified me that I hadn’t logged my period and that I should look into what was causing the delay.” She clears her throat and fiddles with her fingers as she says the next part. “Then it occurred to me, when you returned home from visiting Connor in LA we had sex in the car on the way home. We pulled over and had unprotected sex,” She looks up at him. 

Her eyes blew wide when she saw the smile on his face, the blush on his cheeks. “Are you telling me you could be pregnant right now?” 

“Yes I am, are you? Are you happy about that?” She squints a bit at him.

“I-I am. Is that bad?” 

“No, I just. No it’s not bad at all, it’s good actually. I was so nervous to tell you. I um,” She reaches into her purse to pull out the brown paper bag that held a pregnancy test on the inside. “I bought a test on my way over, and I wanted to know if it would be okay to take it here with you. I don’t really want to be alone while I take it, and I think the potential father should be there.” 

“No please,” Brian stands, motioning to the bathroom door conjoined in his office. “I’ll um, wait here.” He scratched the back of his neck. 

And he did, nervously he sat on his couch. His whole life was flashing in his eyes. He remembered the day he met her, and how he knew she was the one by the way she laughed at his stupid joke. He thought of their first date, that went into the second the next morning. He played their whole relationship in his head and a smile was on his face when she walked out of the bathroom holding a white stick with a pink cap on the end.

“Well?” He stood up, looking at her. 

“I’m um-” 

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Keep My Page | Brian Craigen

Sitting on the couch of the tour bus Brian watched as his girlfriend turned yet another page in her book. He smiled as her eyes got wide and she leaned just a little bit closer, as if she was seeing the story better. 

Watching her read was one of his favorite things to do. She was so animated without knowing it. He always knew when she was stressing over the plot because she would shuffle. If she was upset with something happening she’d bite on her lip. If she was bored with the description and wanted to move on she’d run her index finger up and down the edge of the page as if she was contemplating flipping it (which she usually did). 

He startled a little when she look up at him. He wasn’t totally expected to be caught staring at her. 

“Are you staring at me?” 

“No.” He shook his head with a grin, knowing she’d caught him. 

She rolls her eyes as she stands from the couch. “I need to use the restroom, can you hold my book and keep my page? I don’t have a bookmark.” 

“Of course Honey.” He smiled up at her, rosy cheeks on display as she hands him the book. She presses a quick kiss to his lips as she walks by and disappears down the hallway of the bus.

It’s a book he recognizes as he looks down at it. It’s one she takes with her every time they go on a long trip. A favorite, a comfort book. He flips it open to where she’s left off and his eyes to go wide when he reads a small part. 

     “’You go down on me,’ she said, voice shaking a little. ‘You do it until i come.’       ‘Obviously,’ I whispered, laughing a little. ‘When I do it, you’ll come more than once.’       Her lips parted, and she wrapped her hand around my wrist, pressing my palm more firmly against her breast. ‘You lean over me on the couch, jerking off, and come on my chest.’      I was already so hard and fuck that was a good visual.”

He shut the book on his thumb, making sure to keep the page, but stared at the cover in shock. “Beautiful Player” by Christina Lauren was practically porn. He knew what she read was dirty, she didn’t go to the romance and erotica section at bookstores to find pg-13 books. But he wasn’t expecting it to be so explicit. 

He then thought back to all the other times he’d seen her reading this book, the others from the series, and every other book she’d bought from those sections. She never once showed it on her face that she’d been reading this. Never blushed, or squirmed as if she was turned on. How?

Most of the time she was sitting in her nook, on the couch of the bus, or hell at his parents house with his mother in the room. Sometimes she’d be eating chips, or candy like nothing’s happening. 

“Hey Man,” Shawn said walking into the room. He slapped Brian’s shoulder and then noticed the book in his hand. “Reading?” He smirked, knowing it was Y/n’s smutty book. 

“Nah, just keeping her page.” 

“Wanna play fifa?” Shawn asked, grabbing the remotes from the cabinet.

“Sure, just, wait until she comes back. I don’t want to lose her page.”

“Why not just put something there so you can set it down? Or write down the page number?” 

“She asked me to keep it.” Brian shot his friend a lot.

Shawn rolled his eyes and powered up the PS5. As he was waiting on the loading screen Y/n walked back in. 

“Oh Brian, you could’ve just set my book down to play.” 

“No it’s okay. You asked me to keep your page.” 

“You’re sweet. Thank you.” She smiled, taking her book back.

“Mhm.” He hummed, and before his fifa match with Shawn started he sent her a little text.

“I’d like to go down on you.”  “I’d like to go down on you until you come.” “I’d like to go down on you until you come more than once.”

He watched as she looked down at her phone, and then back up at him with wide eyes. He raised an eyebrow as she blushed and nodded at him, mouthing

“Okay.” 

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MASTERLIST

Shawn Mendes

Requests

TRUTH OR DARE! ~ Reader x Shawn where they are secretly married and the secret relationship gets exposed when they play a truth or dare game with friends.  (fluff and maybe a bit angst?)

 Hurt ~  when you hear Shawn talk badly about you so you distance yourself.

Heart Shaped Eyes -  you finish having sex and he’s just in utter disbelief of how good it was he’s saying stuff like “ nothing in life should be that good” “ there’s no way you’re real” or “ you blow my mind more every time”.

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Fluff

Angst

Series / Longer Fics

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ICYMI

Game Plan | Part 1

Connor was exiting the bathroom attached to their bedroom when she awoke. He smiled, holding on to the towel wrapped loosely around his waist as he leaned over to kiss her forehead. 

“Morning Beautiful.” He smiled, gazing into those hazel green eyes he can get lost in. 

“Morning.” She sighed sleepily. 

He loved the sight of her when she first wakes. Her cheeks are always pink, and her eyes are a little puffy from her sleep. Her attitude is always different. Some mornings she was happy and smiling. Others she was grumpy and pouting. And his absolute favorites was when she was feeling a certain type of way and had her way with him until he was late for his 8 am financial accounting class. 

Mia Burke was walking whiplash. She’d purposely sit in the back of class so she didn’t bring attention to herself and not have to interact with others, but in the same class she’d raise her voice at someone who spoke rudely to another or herself. She would sit nice during his family events, speak quietly and respectfully to his aunties that gave him a hard time about his dreams of going pro in football but in the same breath would rip her own uncle apart in front of her whole family if he spoke ill of his football dreams. She’s a firecracker, sassy and sweet. She’d smile and flip you off at the same time, and he was utterly in love. Had been since Junior year of high school. Now as sophomores in college the thought of forever with her looked greater and greater.

“How are you feeling today?” He asks softly as he brushes her reddish brown hair out of her face and back onto his pillow she’d stolen in the night. 

“Still a little nauseous this morning.” She frowns at him, eyes fluttering shut as he caresses the side of her face.

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New Connor Series up on my Connor blog @brashierc

Game Plan | Prologue

7 Weeks Ago

Mia lived to be in the stands watching her boy play. It was her absolute most favorite thing to do.

She grew up watching football with her family every Sunday, Monday, and Thursday. It was just what her family did. So to say her family was Connor’s biggest fans was an understatement. They showed up to almost every game in blue and gold, his number painted on their cheeks, screaming his name almost as loud as she did. 

He could spot her anywhere in the crowd, having been the one to get her the tickets he made sure that she sat in the same spot at every game. Her auburn hair made her quite easy to spot, and then that smile was always there to greet his desperate eyes. 

This game though, was something else. He was really feeling the crowd and his teammates. He was throwing passes like it was as easy as breathing. He was trying out the new plays, and even resorting to some old high school fun. He was simply on fire, and having Shawn and Brian being in the same level of play just made for an exciting day of football.

They finished the game 58-7, and when he saw the look on her face before he headed to the locker room he knew he was in for a long night. 

That was all he could think about. 

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