#college! connor brashier

[xeunoais]

Left With a Broken Heart

(A/N- so i finished it. i’m sad:(. i love connor and i think that writing this about him broke my heart because he is too good of a man to every do anything like this. so please when you read this, just imagine connors evil twin. thank you. and please remember, feedback is highly appreciated! enjoy❤️)

Summary: Connor and Y/N were the bestest of friends. She started to catch feelings and she thought he did too. Until a new girl came around.

warning: i cried. you’ll probably cry.

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His hair was a mess but it still looked amazing and so so soft. His ocean blue eyes were just the type I could get lost in forever and never complain about. Beautifully chiseled jawline, soft looking pink lips, that I so badly wanted to know what they would feel like against mine. It was seriously no wonder how I had a crush on, Connor Brashier. Not only one of the most popular guys on campus, but also my best friend.

There was just something about him, the way he moved, the way he spoke, the way he looked at me, that captivated me. Pushed me into a deep, never ending hole of feelings for him. We were actually table partners in most classes.

We just messed around for the first week. He made lessons for me so much more bearable. But he did still make me nervous. I had gotten good at hiding it so that way he didn’t know. I at least hope he didn’t know about it.

We always could so easily fall into conversations, he would always ask me for answers on stuff he didn’t know because he got sidetracked and missed the answers. Whenever he would fall asleep during lessons, I would poke his cheek with the end of my pencil to wake him up. That was of course, after I admired his beautiful sleeping profile for a bit.

I remember one day him whispering to me about the professers new perm looked like burnt ramen. I laughed so loudly that she glared at the both of us. I honestly couldn’t have been happier about that situation because I had a bad day and he knew just what to do to make me laugh. I would have even cared if I had gotten in trouble for it or not.

This guy really had me wrapped around his finger. Every time we talked, our hands lightly brushed against each other, he would whisper something in my ear, I completely fell for him all over again each time. But I knew deep down, that he didn’t feel the same towards me. Until maybe he did start catching feelings.

I was studying in the library. I didn’t notice he came in at first because I was so zoned in on my text books until I saw a hand wave in front of my face.

“For you,” he said holding out a cup of iced coffee from the cafe. I instantly smiled and thanked him before I took a sip. He stayed with me that day. Just watching me do my work or playing on his phone waiting on me to finish. I won’t ever know why he did that. What made him stay with me. I’m not complaining though. I wouldn’t ever complain about his company. He knows that.

As I working that day I couldn’t shake off the feeling of eyes on me. I looked up and saw his beautiful eyes that I will forever be in love with, staring right back into mine. My heart nearly stopped in that exact moment.

“Con?” I asked softly, breaking him out of his trance.

“Oh, uh, sorry.” He apologized, scratching at the bzck of his neck. I found that moment incredibly adorable. But when I finished, you walked me to my dorm and kissed me on the cheek, near my lips as you said goodbye. I went into my dorm that day lost in my thoughts. My first thought was you were just being nice and a good best friend. That you didn’t mean anything. But then I also had that hope that maybe, just maybe, you liked me too.

-

A week had passed. And all it took was a new girl. I was absent for a couple days because I was down with the flu. I was so excited to get back to class and see him again because the entire time we hadn’t talked or seen each other. I didn’t think anything of it until the day I returned.

There was a new girl in my seat. And he was sitting next to her. I had never seen this girl before. She had perfectly straight blonde hair, hazel eyes, perfectly straight white teeth. She had on the skirt that she hiked up her thigh just to show more skin, with a button up top tucked into it. She was most definitely more pretty than I will ever be.

I hesitantly walked over to the two of them. He was laughing so hard at something she had just told him, and he didn’t even see me coming. All of the sudden I froze. He kissed her. He fucking kissed her. I couldn’t move. Everything stopped. Before I knew it, tears began swelling up in my eyes and thats when he saw me standing there.

I looked at him and scoffed. I couldn’t do anything but just shake my head then walk out. As I walked away I heard him and a couple others calling out to me. I just kept walking. I left campus that day. And I went to the place I met him at. I sat there for hours apon hours just thinking about everything. I actually thought that he liked me back.

I know I should’ve saw this coming. I know it. But I never thought it would’ve caused this much damage. Now that I think about it. We didn’t text that week probably because of her. He completely cut me off the second she came into the picture. I was heartbroken for two reasons. The fact he had a girlfriend and the fact that I lost my best friend of two years to a girl that he met a week ago.

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After five months of me ignoring everything that had to do with him, we finally spoke again. He caught me in the library studying. His hands were in his hoodie pocket and he had his hood up. He wasn’t the same guy I knew. This wasn’t the same Connor. The sparkle in his eyes was gone, his lips were pale, and his cheeks were slightly sunken in. He had the look of pure sadness on his face.

For a split second I caught myself feeling bad and wanting to just hold him and make him feel better. When he got close enough, he said my name. I used to love the way my name rolling off his tounge sounded but thats not the same anymore.

The first he said was that he was sorry. I just stared blankly at him for a bit. I took in everything about him until all of my feelings came rushing back. He broke my heart and all he had to say was sorry? I asked him what he wanted, and then he said it. The words I had been waiting to hear for a long time.

“I want you to give me another chance.”

At that moment I just stared into his dull, yet still mesmerizing eyes. I thought about everything for a minute. All of the memories. Starting from the day we met and stole my heart to the day he ripped into two and didn’t even care.

“Connor,” I said softly. “believe me, I really liked you. You were more than just a crush to me though. You were my best friend. But honestly after everything, I liked it better when we didn’t know each other. And I have way more common sense then to let you in again. I have way more self respect than to let you toy with my feelings and break me again. I’m sorry Connor. I want to give you another chance, I really do. But i’m scared to trust you. I’m really fucking scared. Because I know it’ll end up the same way again. You’ll meet someone new when I’m not around and I will be thrown of to the sideline again. After what you did, I cannot trust you anymore. And I don’t wanna get hurt again. And don’t think that this was okay. Taht coming back her to me just because you had no one to use anymore. Because I am not fucking dumb enough to fall for that bullshit. I’m not dumb enough to to let you use me again.”

Then I grabbed all of my things and I left without another word. Leaving him behind with whatever it was we were in the past. And it was at the moment that I felt okay again. That I had put my heart back together and I was happy. Connor Brashier will always be someone I loved but he will not be a person I will allow myself to love ever again.

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THE END

(A/N: I actually hated writing this because I cannot even imagine Connor ever doing this to anyone! UGHHH IM A MESS RN😭 someone cheer me up plz)

[connordavidscamera]

Moon | Connor Brashier

College (B)Romance extra!!

A/n: I just found out that you can buy an acre of the moon for only $30, and this immediately gave me this idea because I always say that Connor hung my sun, my moon, and all my stars.

Summary: Connor gives you a present for your six month anniversary. (College (B)Romance series extra!!)

Warnings: an overload of fluff, connor is so in love with the reader, alludes to smut

Word count: 3k

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“Well don’t you look all done up?” Shawn says from the doorway as I fix the collar of my white button up. Y/n has said many times that she likes me in white. And for this being our six month anniversary, I wanna bring out all the stops. 

“Shut up, Mendes,” I grumble. 

“So, six months,” he says, plopping down on my bed. “What’s the plan? Whatcha doing for her?”

“None of your business.”

“Oh, come on. What’s got you so bent out of shape.”

“Like you said. It’s six months. I don’t want to mess anything up.”

Shawn shrugs, “I mean, if she hasn’t gotten tired of you yet, I don’t think she’s gonna dump you today.”

I roll my eyes, “Okay, I wasn’t thinking she would but now I am. So, on that note. Get out of here,” I point toward the door.

He just laughs and pushes himself up, “So touchy. Have fun on your date. Tell y/n she looks pretty for me,” he says as he stalks out of the room.

I can’t help but roll my eyes again. Tonight has to be perfect. I look over myself one last time, running my fingers through my hair to give it that styled but messy look. She likes that too. She compliments it every time I wear it like this. Just enough product for it to stay in place, but not enough that it’s not gonna move if she tries to tug on it later - or play with the bottom of it in the car.

God, I love when she does that. But it’s dangerous, because her hands in my hair make my eyes flutter shut and if I’m driving, most times I have to grab her hand and keep hold of it in her lap. But it’s okay, because when I do that she always smiles and plays with my ring. The ring that is currently safe in a tiny box in the glove compartment of my car. 

I smile at the thought of her wearing it on a chain around her neck. The thought of her wearing it every day, it makes me almost giddy. I told her once that since she loves it so much I would get it resized for her, but she absolutely refused. 

“No! No way!”

“Why not, angel?”

She blushed. She always does that when I call her angel. Which is why I’ll never call her anything else. “Because.”

“Because why? Why can’t I get it resized? You love it!”

“But,” she sighs, “I love it because it’s yours. If you get it resized to fit me then… well then it’ll technically be mine.”

“Why’s that so bad?”

“Because then I don’t get to play with it on your hand anymore. Like let’s say you gave it to me on a necklace or something - at least then, if it was something I was craving, I could slip it back on your finger and twirl it around for a little while.”

I sighed then. “Angel, if I give that ring to you, I don’t ever want you to take it off.”

She rolled her eyes at me. “It would never be for long. Just long enough for me to get my fix. Then it’d go right back.”

I pushed her hair out of her face and kissed the tip of her nose which only resulted in her scrunching it up. “Promise?”

She nodded, looking up at me. “Promise, bub.” 

“Hey, you heading out?” Brain asks coming into our room as I spritz myself with a bit of her favorite cologne.

“Yeah, picking up y/n.”

“Big date. Y’all have fun. I’m staying at my girl’s tonight, so you’ll have the room to yourself if you need it.”

I nod, “Good to know.” I grab the large envelope from my nightstand, along with my phone. “Okay,” I whisper to myself. “Got everything. I’m out.”

“Have fun!” Brian calls out. “Tell y/n she looks pretty for me!”

I groan.

---

I smile wide when she opens the door. “Wow,” I say. “You just get prettier and prettier as the days go on, huh?”

She blushes, “Oh my god! Stop it!”

I reach out for her hand and pull her toward me so I can plant a soft kiss on her lips. “Happy six months,” I mumble against her lips. 

“Happy six months,” she hums, kissing me once more.

“You ready?”

She nods with a wide smile.

“Then let’s go,” I offer her my arm which she gladly takes. 

“You look good, Brashier. Are you wearing the white button up for my benefit?” she muse as I open her car door.

I smirk, “I don’t know. Are you wearing red for mine?”

She shrugs, “I might be.”

I hum and lean in to kiss her again before she ducks inside the car. When I back out of the parking lot, her hand immediately goes for my hair, like it always does. I don't even try to hide the low whimper that escapes the back of my throat. "Angel, we've talked about this."

"I know, but bub, your hair looks so pretty. And it feels so nice. How can I not play with it?"

"You are gonna get us in an accident before I even give you your presents."

She gasps and takes her hand away, "hey, no! We did not agree on presents. We said present. As in one."

I shrug, "No, we set a spending limit. Which I didn't go over. I promise."

She crosses her arms, glaring at me with a dramatic pout. 

"What?" I chuckle. "What's that look for?"

"I only got you one thing."

"So? I have you, what more do I need?"

That causes her pout to dissipate and she shakes her head, looking out the window. "You smooth motherfucker."

I laugh, whole heartedly, and reach for her hand when I'm done. We sit in comfortable silence the rest of the ride, while I steal a few kisses at the red lights. Because I mean, come on. I love kissing those lips. 

Despite our attire - you could say we were pretty dressed up, her in that pretty red dress, me in my white button up and slacks (that I rarely ever wear) - we go to the diner for dinner. It was her idea. She had told me that she wanted to do this thing she’d seen on tiktok, where you get all dressed up but go do super mundane things. Go get fast food, go to the grocery store, get ice cream, whatever. I loved the idea. It gave me the excuse to see her all done up - which I love, almost as much as I love seeing her everyday look. (But let’s be real, I just love her and I don’t care what she’s wearing.)

I help her out of the car and once again her hand is in my hair, but only for a second. “Got a little messy up top there,” she says, immediately reaching for my hand, locking our fingers together. 

I look over her face and smile softly to myself. 

“What’s that look for, bub?”

I shake my head, and with my free hand I reach up to caress her cheek. “Have I told you just how pretty you are?”

“Tonight? Yes, you have.”

“Well, I’m telling you again.”

“Thank you. You look pretty too.”

“Oh I do, do I?”

“Mhm, my pretty boy.”

I know I’m blushing when she says it, but I can’t bring myself to care. “Come on, angel. Let’s go eat.”

I pull into a deserted field on the edge of town and y/n looks over at my with a raised eyebrow. “Is this where you kill me? If you wanted to get rid of me, you could have just broken - wait no. Death will hurt less.”

I roll my eyes, “I did not bring you here to kill you. Don’t be so dramatic.”

“Well what do you expect? You’ve left me alone with Shawn and Brian way too many times - they’re the most dramatic people I know.”

I nod, “No, okay. You’re right.”

“No, but seriously. What are we doing out in the middle of nowhere, Brash?”

“We... are star gazing.”

She perks up, “Hey, I’ve always wanted to do that with someone.”

I smirk, “I know.” I slip out of the car and run over to her side to open her door. “Don’t worry,” I say when she shivers at the cold air that hits her as she gets out of the car. “I have blankets. And your favorite sweater.”

She smiles, watching as I open the door to the backseat, pulling out two blankets and the thunder road sweater. “You just thought of everything, didn’t you?” She asks, slipping her arms into the sleeves. 

I shrug, “I wanted tonight to be perfect,” I mumble and close the door. I melt when I see her in the sweater. It doesn’t matter how many times she’s worn it - or any of my clothes, really - she will forever be the most beautiful girl in the world to me. “God,” I shake my head. 

“What?”

“I literally do have the world’s most beautiful girlfriend.”

She rolls her eyes at me, “You keep saying that. What? Are you trying to get lucky tonight?”

“What if I am? Is it working?”

She shrugs, “I don’t know. It might be.”

I lean forward for (possibly) my hundredth kiss of the night. “Good to know.” I move around her to lay out one of the blankets on the hood of my car. Once it’s down I motion for her to get on first and then I effortlessly slide in next to her, taking the other blanket and draping it over our legs. I pull her into my chest and rest my head on top of hers. 

Before we got out, I had turned my music up just loud enough that we could hear it with the windows rolled down. When You and Me comes on, she looks up at me with a big grin.

“What?” I ask, amused. 

“You’re aware this is our song now, right?”

I chuckle. “I am, yes.”

“Dance with me?” She asks with her perfect pout and big puppy dog eyes. And I can say this and not be ashamed, but when she does that, I’m weak. I can’t deny her. Not this. Not anything. Ever.

“Of course, angel.” I slip off the hood of my car, taking her with me. In an instant, I have her against my chest, one arm around her waist, the other holding her hand, while her free hand plays with my hair. I hum when she scratches that one specific spot, which only causes her to giggle. She knows what she’s doing - she may be my angel, but she’s a little devilish when she wants to be. 

The song plays through the speakers as we dance freely in the shining light of my headlights. I sing softly to her against her hairline when she rests her head against my shoulder. 

“Everything she does is beautiful, well everything she does is right,” I press a tender kiss to her forehead. 

“Cause it’s you and me,” she sings back, quietly. “And all of the people with nothing to do.” 

I smile to myself and spin her around. She squeals because she wasn’t expecting it and laughs into my chest when I bring her back as the song starts to close. When it does, I dip her, holding her hips firmly, to keep her in my grasp. She’s still holding onto the back of my neck, staring up at me. 

“Connor,” she says, breathlessly when I pull her back up. 

“Y/n.”

She swallows thickly and looks down. I just watch her. The wheels are turning in her head, I can see it. But when she looks back up at me, her eyes are soft, her whole face is open and radiant and - 

“I love you.”

And I think I’m dreaming. 

I laugh. Not at her. Just the absurdity of the situation. I’m dancing in the headlights of my car, while my girlfriend looks up at me with those fathomless eyes, in my sweatshirt, on our six month anniversary, and she’s telling me that she loves me. The girl I love is telling me that she loves me too and I - I genuinely do think I’m dreaming right now.

I shake my head and cradle her face, resting my forehead against hers. “God, I love you too. I am so in love with you.” I whisper, moving my head so I can kiss her once, twice, three times. 

She relaxes against me. “Oh god, you scared me for a second there. You weren’t saying anything.”

“I’m sorry,” I mumble, stroking her jaw. “I was trying to convince myself this was real.” I kiss her once more. “Hold on. I want to give you your presents.”

“What? Bub.”

“You’ll love them, I promise.” I nod and let go of her. I quickly round the car to get to the passenger side. I open the glove compartment and pull out the ring and envelope before coming back to her. 

She raises an eyebrow at me when she catches sight of the ring box. “Hey, I know I just told you I loved you. But this is way too soon to get married.”

I laugh and take her hand. “No. I’m not proposing.”

She nods, “Okay, good. Because it would be really awkward to say no.”

I roll my eyes and hand her the box. “Not an engagement ring. Open it.” 

“Okay,” she nods and pops the lid open and gasps. “Bub!”

I smile as she pulls the ring and chain out. “You like it?”

She pushes out her bottom lip, “You put your ring on a chain for me.”

“I did. That way, technically, it’s still mine. But it’s yours now too. But,” I point at her sternly. “It is only coming off if you're putting it on my finger to get your fix, okay?”

She nods quickly. “Yes. Yes, I promise. Will you put it on me?”

“Of course, turn around.” I take the necklace from her and gently clasp it around her neck, reaching around to pull it down so it rests just below her collar bones. 

She turns back to face me, her hand already reaching up to play with the ring. “It’s perfect. Literally the best gift ever. Thank you.”

“Well, it’s not the only thing. I still have one more.”

“What could be better than this though?”

I shake my head, “Well, I wasn’t expecting such a positive reaction to that one. So I’m excited and nervous to see how you react to this one.”

“Why wouldn’t I be excited for this one?”

“Well, no I just mean, I didn’t expect you to be this excited. But I love it.”

“I love you.”

I blush, and I mean I blush red. “I love you.” Then I clear my throat and hold out the envelope for her. “Okay, so this other gift.”

“Yes,” she says, toying with the opening flap. 

“It’s probably really cheesy. The guys are definitely gonna give me shit for it if they ever find out what it is.”

She gasps, “Oh god! It has to be the best thing ever then!”

“Open it first, before you decide.”

She nods and pulls the sheet of paper out. Her brows furrow as she inspects it. “What is this?”

“Okay, so… you know how sometimes you tell me that I hung your galaxy? And how the guys always say you look at me like I hung the moon for you?”

“I did not know the guys said that, but yes. I do know that I say it.”

“Well,” I take the paper from her. “I bought an acre of the moon.”

“You bought the moon?” she asks, incredulous. 

“No!” I laugh. “Not the whole thing. I bought an acre. For you.”

“But - I,” she pouts up at me with these big teary eyes. “Bub. You literally hung part of the moon for me. Like you own part of the moon.”

“It’s our little sliver of it. I just - when I found out you could do that, I literally couldn’t wait. I bought that acre and it has been killing me not to tell you.”

She shakes her head in disbelief. “I cannot believe this. You bought me the moon!”

“Not the,” I got to argue, but stop because I can’t say no when she’s looking at me like that.  “Yes,” I nod once with a big smile. “Yes, angel. I bought you the moon. And I’ll buy you as many stars as I can. And the second I find out you can buy part of the sun, I’m buying you that too.”

I don’t expect it, but she surges up and wraps her arms and legs around me. I stumble back just a little and chuckle into her neck, holding her tight. “I love you so much, oh my god.” She mumbles, pressing kisses all over my face. “I love you. I love you. I love you.”

I sigh contently, holding her tighter, closer. “I love you, angel. So, so much.”

---

She blinks slowly at me as I lay back next to her, after discarding the warm washcloth I used to clean her up. I push back her matted hair. “How you feeling, my love?” I ask quietly.

She grins sleepily and takes hold of my wrist, kissing my palm. “I’m so good.”

“Yeah?” I chuckle. “You a little sleepy there?”

“Mhm,” her eyes flutter. “But I wanna look at you a little longer.”

I kiss her forehead tenderly. “Go to sleep, angel. I’ll still be here in the morning.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.” 

“Kisses?” she murmurs, puckering her lips, her eyes already shut.

I smile softly to myself and lean forward, pressing three kisses to her lips. 

She hums in content and moves until she’s laying her head right over my heart, her favorite place to lay, she’s told me. And as I trace my finger up and down her spine, she falls asleep to the steady rhythm of my heart that beats just for her. 

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[brashierc]

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.

“What can I get you before I leave?” He asks, sitting on the edge of the bed. 

He’s feeling her forehead and huffs a little when he doesn’t feel a fever. It’s horrible to wish your girlfriend to show symptoms of being sick, but she’s been feeling nauseous and extremely tired lately and he can’t figure out why. Nothing had changed in their lives other than the new term starting, but she’d never been this way before. 

“Nothing, I’m okay.” She gives him a tight lipped smile. 

“But you don’t feel well, and I want to help. Just tell me how.” 

“There’s not a whole lot to do though,” She brings a hand up to rub his arm. “But thank you, I appreciate you wanting to take care of me.” 

He grins, cheeks going pink, “I always wanna take care of you.” He murmurs.

“Okay Mr. Cheese, get ready. You have class in 20 minutes.”

“I could skip? We could stay in and watch movies all day?” He offers, head tilting to the right.

“As much fun as that sounds you can’t. If coach finds out that you skipped he might not let you start.” 

Connor sighs, eyes flickering up to the new jersey hanging up in their shared closet. This was his year. He was the starting Quarterback for the UCLA football team. That blue and gold jersey was a ticket to the future, a ticket to his dreams. 

“And what good would the ‘Three Amigos’ be if you didn’t start? Shawn and Brian would be nothing without their quarterback sending passes their way.” 

He grins, eyes fleeting back to his Love that’s sitting up and ruffling her hair. 

“You’re gorgeous.” He blurts, words spewing from his mouth before he could stop them. 

Mia blushes, cutting a look at him and shaking her head. “You’re in a mood this morning.” 

“I’m just in love with you.” 

“Oh my god stop.” She laughs, hiding her face behind her hands. 

“I’m just spitting the truth.” 

“Go get ready! You’re gonna be late.” 

He leans forward to plant a steamy kiss to her lips, tugging on her bottom lip with his teeth before standing to dress for his day full of classes.

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Sitting in her composition class, listening to the professor drone on and on over the syllabus she can’t help but write down the little ideas she’s been having. 

She hasn’t told a soul. The connotation of writing fanfiction usually meant judgmental attitudes and downgraded writing skills, unless you were apart of the community. Whether you read or write it, you understood the talent and work that goes into each piece created. 

Mia is a Tom Holland stan, and she loves to write little pieces so others can insert themselves into her stories and live in that moment.

She hasn’t even told Connor about her tumblr blog that has a few hundred followers. Whenever she’s writing she chalks it up to a ‘creative writing prompt I ran across and thought I’d try out’. Her tumblr notifications on her phone pinged under ‘wildflowerth’ in an attempt to stay hidden. 

He thought it was a fashion blog. 

Right now though, her brain is spinning with ideas about Mob!Tom, and how he could fall in love with his enemies sister. A whole series about how he and the sister could join forces and take her brother down and run the mob world side by side. Maybe bring Z in for some angst bits to make the sister jealous. 

She jumped out of her thoughts when her phone buzzed in her lap.

iMessage from Lover: Coach called for a film watch before practice, I won’t be able to see you before I leave. But I got you some more saltines and water. I’ll see you after practice, I love you! Hope you’re having a great day! 

Mia smiles at the thought of Connor going out and buying her crackers because it’s been the only thing she can stomach lately. She wonders how he knew she had just run out last night. 

iMessage to Lover: Have a good practice Babes, thank you for getting me crackers, you’re the best boyfriend ever.

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After her women writers class she heads back to their shared apartment. Unlocking the door she smiles at the sight in front of her. Connor has left her a bouquet of pink roses on the counter alongside a box of saltines, a case of Flow cucumber mint water, and a package of pads. 

She picks up the card from her flowers and giggles at his sloppy handwriting.

‘Mi, I hope you’re feeling better this afternoon. If my app is correct you should be on that lovely time so I got you some extras just in case you needed any. Let me know if you need anything else. Just wanna take care of my baby. I love you’

Her heart stops. A cold sweat runs through her body.

She clicks her phone to show the date, and then goes to her own app that tells her ‘don’t forget to log your period!’ 

She gulps down the bile rising up her throat. 

She’s six days late.

[starfoxrry]

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[wannabedonnasheridan]

wrote this a couple months ago and simply couldn't keep this just for myself. By the way, that's probably the first and last time i'm writing. Who knows?

Thanks to Connor Brashier for being himself and to the Mamma Mia movies for making me want such an amazing life.

*english os not my first language, sorry for any mistakes!*

FLUFF - based on an amazing dream :)

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"Lay all your looooove oooooon meeeeeee" I sing at the top of my lungs. "What are you singing, bubs?" Connor asks me, coming from our bedroom only on his shorts. "Lay all your love on me, by ABBA. But the version from the Mamma Mia movie, so it's a duet. Mind joining me on this little karaoke moment?" I say, putting my arms around his neck "You know I'd love to continue listening to your beautiful voice, but I'm afraid I don't know the rest of your song" he answers me, which makes me pull away from our little hug and look straight into his eyes with a confused expression. "What do you mean 'I don't know the song'? They sang in Mamma Mia" "Okay, but why do I have to know a song from a movie I've never watched before?" he tells me, making me stare at him, shocked. "You've never seen Mamma Mia?" I ask, confusion running through my head. "Well no... what's the big deal about it?" he says, chuckling lightly at my facial expression "Except for the fact it's one of the best musicals ever made and one of your 2 years girlfriend's favorite movie? Nah, nothing much." I exclaim, causing him to become confused suddenly. "Oh, I knew you like it, but not so much" he scratches the back of his neck, probably not knowing how to react over my little 'show' "Oh lord, I failed as a girlfriend..." I whisper disappointed. "Obviously not bub... you are perfect for me. I love you despise everything" Connor says, approaching me. He pecks my lips and engulfes me into a hug. "Wait" I suddenly said, looking into his eyes "if you haven't watched mamma mia yet, lets change it now for our relationship's sake! Go pop some popcorn and grab some drinks, I'm gonna put on the movie!" I exclaim. He soon makes his way to the couch with our snacks so we can start watching it. "Prepare yourself, your life will never be the same!" I smirk slightly, making him laugh "If you say so..." he says and kisses the top of my head. I press start and the movie begins. After its two hours of duration, Connor and I are cuddled on the couch still amazed by what we've seen. "Sooooo..." I sit up and start " what do you think?" "It's a really good movie, actually" he says, looking at me "the songs, the performances and the storie are really creative and fit a lot together. But in the end we don't know who is Sophie's dad? I wanted to know SO MUCH." "Yeah, we don't know who is the real father, but let's analyse: she wanted her dad and found three possibilities that she loved. Why would she need a physical comprovation of something that was already great to her?" "That's true... oh also: she didn't marry Sky? Wasn't it the thing she wanted, like, the most?" "She ends up not marrying Sky because they decided to live their lives together and explore the world before they became a real couple. That's actually really nice to think about" I say, closing my eyes to think "You decide not to do something so responsible and end up having more teenager years. It's a great situation." I finish my own thought and see him admiring me. "What?" "Nothing, just thinking how you drift off talking about your perspective of the movie. It means a lot to you, doesn't it? he asks, holding my hand "It does... to be honest, I wanted to be Sophie when I was little. I was 8 by the time the movie came out, so I got amazed by how soon she found and decided to travel around the world with her love. It still buzzes me sometimes, how lucky she is. Lived in Greece, litteraly PARADISE, found love, didn't marry him but decided to realise her dream accompanied by him. I would do the same, except I would also want the marriage part" i say and chuckle a little. We stay quiet for a few seconds, Connor holding my hand and with a serious expression. He seemed to be deep in his thoughts. "Marry me" he says, out of nowhere. "Excuse me?" I say shocked and confused by the sudden action. "You want to have a life like Sophie, right? Then marry me. Marry me and we will travel around the world together, as a real couple" he calmly says, still sitting cross legged in front of me. "Yeah, but

I can wait until you're ready too. You don't have to do this just because of a stupid and old dream." I tell him, being honest from the bottom of my heart. I knew C was the one, but what if he wasn't so sure? "Bubs, this is not stupid. If you want or wanted to, it's important to me. I know you're the one and that someday I want to be able to call you my wife." he drops to one knee and grabs both of my hands "Make me the happiest and luckiest man on earth and marry me." "Connor..." i say, trying to keep my tears away "we are just so young! I am not saying I don't want to because trust me, I do. I mean, we are finishing college and your work with Shawn is just getting started. Maybe we should simply wait some years. I don't mind." I state. Connor thinks for a minute and stares at me again. "But I do mind. Bubs, I will eternally want and try to do whatever makes your beautiful smile appears on your pretty face" he cups my cheeks "If college is the problem, let's just wait until it ends: you graduate next year, we have a whole year to prepare. Then, we are gonna spend the next year travelling and meeting the world, no jobs and no worries. Shawn and our friends will be waiting for us, I guarantee you. So what do you say?" I think for some seconds and realize that the chance of realizing one of my biggest dreams with the boy I loved the most was face to face to me. I guess it's pretty obvious. "Yes. A thousand times yes!" I smile and hug Connor tightly "So, are we enganged yet?" "Not yet, I have to do something more special and beautiful, after all that's what you deserve." He says while grabs both of my hands again "Right after you graduate, I am gonna drop to one knee and propose properly. I promise." "That's okay with me, my soon to be husband" i whisper the last part in his ear, feeling his neck shiver under my hands. "Okay, I guess that's my favorite nickname ever" C says while pushes my to the couch and lies on me. A little squish of surprise leaves my mouth, and i start laughing. "C, we still have to watch the second movie" i say and try to get up, but he pushes me to the couch once more "Con, I am serious, let me put the DVD. I haven't seen young Donna's journey in ages" i tell him, making him laugh at my seriousness. "Okay, i'll let you go my soon to be wife." I put the DVD on and hop into the couch on top of Connor. He wraps his arms around my hips and kisses my temple gently. "I love you bubs" he whispers. "I love you more C." I whisper back, pecking his lips. The movie starts and, after some minutes, I hear Connor calling my name. "Yes, bubs?" I say, turning my head to face him. "Do Sophie and Sky end up having a baby after their trip? Because I would enjoy exercising for one a couple of days during our trip. Every night, maybe?" I keep looking at him with an interrogative expression, but when i get what he had just said, I can't help but roll my eyes and laugh. "You're impossible!"

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[queenmendes]

cozy day

connor brashier x reader

Note: this is kinda all over the place and it’s been a while since I did anything for Connor but @connordavidscamera needed some Connor cuddles and love! Hope y’all enjoy xxx

The rumble of thunder forced your eyes open as you snuggled into the fluffy pillow. It was refreshing to be woken up naturally rather than by the annoying alarm meant for your lectures; thankfully today, you didn’t have to attend one. The room was lightly lit from the grey clouds outside and you could hear the light sprinkle of rain tapping against the window. It was the perfect day for you to stay wrapped in bed with cheesy movies playing, and that is exactly what you are going to do.

Before finding the will to get out of bed for food, you decided to scroll on instagram. The first thing you noticed was Connor’s icon on the list of new stories. Clicking on it brought up a picture of his empty, unmade bed. The sight made you pout as you wished you woke up next to him this morning. Quickly snapping a screenshot, you send it to him with a text.

iMessage to Hot Stuff: Oof, this bed looks extra cozy today

iMessage from Hot Stuff: would have been cozier with you in it this morning, love. Missed my cuddles

Instead of replying, you quickly got out of bed and slipped on a pair of sweats, one of Connor’s hoodies and a pair of shoes. You washed your face and brushed your teeth before grabbing your keys and wallet and made your way into the rain.  

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It took you less than an hour to get to Connor’s place, hands full of bags filled with goodies from your stop at the store. You knew Connor was still in lecture from the lack of his car so you grabbed the spare key and made your way into the apartment.

Connor walked through the door about ten minutes later as you were pulling out all the ingredients to make homemade pizzas, a tradition between the two of you since you started dating; every time you had a lazy day, you made pizzas and brownies and then snuggled together as random movies played.

“Hi babe.” Connor placed his bag on the table before making his way to you, placing a series of small kisses all over your face, letting him hear that contagious laugh of yours. His arms wrapped tightly around you as he stands behind you, humming lightly. “Cozy day?” He questioned as he saw the ingredients spread across the counter.

“Yes, the rain and photo of your bed made me want pizza and your cuddles.” You grinned, starting to roll the dough out. Connor smiled brightly at you before grabbing what he needed to make the brownies he knows you will want later. A comfortable silence fell over you as both of you finished prepping the food. You were lightly dancing as you placed the pizza into the oven.

“Now, go change.” You demanded lightly as the two of you made it into his bedroom. Smoothing the comforter out and fluffing the pillows before adding two more giant blankets to the mix.

“What are we watching baby?” Connor came out in just a pair of grey sweats, knowing exactly what he is doing by that little smirk on his face. His question went unanswered as your eyes fell over his bare chest to the sweats that sat lowly on his hips, giving you a great view of his perfectly tan v-line. “Baby?” Connor’s voice went huskier as he leaned over your from the spot of his bed.

“Why are you so attractive?” You asked, wrapping your arms around his neck to bring him down closer to you. “It’s going to be hard to focus on the movie when there is such a hot specimen next to me.” You tease, causing Connor’s adorable laugh to fill the room. His nose nuzzled into yours as you reached for his computer to search for a movie.

As your eyes wandered over the screen, Connor’s baby blues looked at you. HIs eyes tracing every detail on your face, ones that he knew by heart already. It never failed to amaze him how you make him feel from the simplest things such as homemade pizza and cuddles. Everyday he falls more in love with you; and everyday something new reminds him on why you will be the woman he marries.

“Are you even looking with me?” You asked, eyes never leaving the screen but you felt his on the side of your face. Connor smiled before scooting closer.

“How about the Avengers?” He asked, knowing you loved Marvel movies more than anything. You happily agreed and went to pull the movie up when the oven beeped, signalling that the pizza was done. Connor kissed your head and made his way into the kitchen, coming back a few minutes later with plates.

You froze as Connor obnoxiously moaned after every bite, knowing exactly what the sound does to you. You rolled your eyes at his laugh as you continued eating and watched as Tony Stark appeared on the screen.

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The two of you were finishing the second movie when you shifted, pressing yourself as closer as possible to his side. Connor grabbed your leg, pulling it over his waist, gently rubbing up and down in a soothing pattern. His lips met your forehead when you placed your head on his chest. As you watched the screen, Connor was watching you again. Every small twitch of your lips or when you giggle lightly.

“Marry me.” Connor whispered so softly, he didn’t think you heard him; but you did. You froze, thinking you misheard.

“What?” You whispered, looking up at him. Connor saw the emotions in your eyes; anxiety was there but love, adoration, and hope massed it.

“Marry me.” Connor said more confidently. You paused the movie and sat up, turning to face him. “I want to come home to you everyday and have movie marathons or make pizza and brownies and snuggle under a mountain of blanket whenever I want. I want to be able to watch you dancing around the kitchen or put up with rewatching shows a million times because you are obsessed with them and never want to stop watching them.” Connor began his rant, making tears form in your eyes.

“Every day, every time I see or even think about you, all I want to do is put a ring on your finger and be able to know that you will be my wife. That you will be by my side for the rest of our lives. Because you are the most beautiful, thoughtful, goofy, supportive person I know and I know there is no one else meant for me but you.” Connor leaned over, pulling a small box out from his side table. “I know it's sudden and we are still young and in college, but I love you, Y/N and I want you to be my wife.” Connor finished, opening the box to reveal a stunning ring. It was a silver banded ring with a diamond placed in the middle , wrapped by small diamonds giving it the effect of vines. It was exactly a ring you would wear, nothing overly dramatic and different than other rings. Connor watched anxiously as you silently stared at the ring.

“Yes.” You beamed over at him. “Yes, yes, yes, yes.” You repeated. Connor sighed in relief as he placed the ring on the proper finger. You squealed and jumped into his lap, your lips smashing against his in a passionate, searing kiss. His hands caressed your waist gently as the kiss continued but soon enough, he couldn’t contain his smile.

“I love you.” He whispers, staring at you with such love and awe. You almost felt yourself tear up again at his gaze.

“I love you.” You kiss him gently once more, “Now, go get me a brownie please.”

[sunshinejs]

Young & In Love

A/N: this was inspired by a Tik Tok video I saw! The woman said her husband replaced her old wedding ring with a new one and I thought it was the cutest thing in the whole world. 

So here’s 1am me in my feels (because it’s fluffy hours ladies and gents).

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Word count: 1.8k -ish

Connor was smiling to himself the entire time he drove him. He could feel the little box resting in his jean pocket from his trip to the mall with Dylan about 30 minutes ago.

“Why are we in a ring shop?” Dylan asked as soon as they stepped into the store.

Connor ignored his question and went up straight away to one of the sales person who wasn’t attending any customers “Hi” She beamed at him “How may I help you?”

“I’m looking for a wedding ring” Connor smiled nervously “Not something with a big diamond but also, not something too small”

She nodded and escorted them to the other side “These are some of our best collection. Our customers mostly tend to pick from this section. Why don’t you have a look around and let me know if you find anything that you like!”

“Is there something you’re not telling me?” Dylan questioned, raising an eyebrow as he studied his brother carefully, who paid no attention to him “Because the last time I checked, you’re already married to a woman, who is the best sister I could ask for and have the cutest princess waiting for you at home”

Connor looks up and rolled his eyes “It’s not what you think, Dyl”

“Okay… So, explain to me why the fuck are we in a ring shop and looking for a wedding ring?”

You and Connor were about 24 now and have been married for about 5 years. You were 19, young, in love and also, broke. You two were blessed that both parents approved of the wedding however, Connor knew the ring he proposed with was not what you deserved.

You’ve told him countless times that the ring didn’t matter. You wouldn’t even care if he proposed with a candy ring because you’d still say yes. A ring doesn’t matter to you. What matters is the man that you want to spend your whole life wife.

Even so, Connor made a promise to himself to work hard. He’d graduate from college, get a decent job so he could let his family live comfortably. He made a promise that he’d save enough money to buy you a ring that you truly deserved.

“You know we got married really young, right?”

“Yeah,” Dylan nodded “What does that have to do with this?”

“The ring I gave her when we were 19… It wasn’t enough, Dyl” He explained “I couldn’t afford much back then and I couldn’t give her a ring that she deserved and I made a promise to myself that I’d work hard to buy her something nicer”

A smile made its way to Dylan’s face “She still makes you feel the same way as she did when you two were 17, huh?”

Connor shrugged his shoulders as he scans through the rings on display “Nothing’s changed” He confirmed “And I don’t think it ever will”

Dylan spotted the perfect one, tapping on his brother’s shoulder “Think that suits her?”

Connor stared at it and he could already imagine it fitting your finger perfectly “Yeah” He nodded “That’s definitely the one”

Connor unlocked the front door and stepped in, closing the door after himself and turning to lock the knob. He untied his shoes and placed them on the shoe rack before walking in the living room.

He found you on the floor; sprawled on the blanket as you slept, with your little girl in your arms. Connor smiled to himself as he kneeled down and tapped your shoulder softly “Baby?”

“Hm?” You hummed in response and slowly opened your eyes. You smiled sleepily at him “Hi babe, how was dinner with Dylan?”

“Was good” He replied as he lied down next to you and slowly took his princess in his arms “He says hi and he misses you two”

You chuckled lowly and moved closer to him, running your fingers through your daughter’s hair “Yeah, think our little missy here misses her Uncle Dylan too”

“We could always ask him to babysit her” Connor offered “And go on a date or something. It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”

“A date?” You smiled at the thought of it “Sounds like a plan, bubs. Haven’t been on a date in a while so that might be nice”

“Tomorrow?” He asked. Tomorrow, he’ll do it.

“I’m okay” You nodded, yawning a little as you cuddled to his side “Can we just sleep out here tonight? ‘M too lazy to move, love”

Connor chuckled lowly as he turned his head to press a kiss to your head “Sure, baby. I’ll just wash up and come cuddle up my girls in a bit”

xxx

After explaining to Dylan, he gladly accepted to babysit his precious niece. He knew you and Connor haven’t had alone time from your daughter for the longest time and he also knew Connor was going to do something big for your date night.

Connor acted like how he did when he first took you out on a date; he picked up a bouquet of your favourite flowers, gave you countless compliments and took you back to the restaurant where it all started.

Juggling work and having a baby daughter was not easy and you two were still learning. You obviously loved being parents and wouldn’t have it any other way but you appreciated nights like this when you and Connor could act like the teenagers you once were, even if it was just for a couple of hours.

“That was a good dinner” You sighed happily as you stumbled into your apartment hours later “I’m full”

“I hope you’ve got some room for dessert” His smile widens as you shook your head immediately “Wait out in the balcony for me?”

“Here I thought that was the end of our date… Guess you’re still a romantic guy, Brashier” You teased and headed towards the sliding door.

Connor took out the chocolate covered strawberries from the fridge and the little ring box from one of the drawers in the kitchen that he managed to hide unnoticedly before heading to where you were.

“Your favourite, ma’am” He grinned as he slides down next to you.

“You’re honestly the best, Brash” You giggled softly and picked up a strawberry, offering it to him “Thanks again for tonight, bubs. I really had a good time”

“Anything for you, love” Connor muttered softly “We needed it, honestly… Being parents is pretty tiring, huh?”

“Not going to lie” You nodded, taking a bite of the strawberry “But no regrets?”

“None” He agreed “Will never regret our little princess”

“Soon enough she’s going to turn 5 and then 10… And then she’s off to college” You smiled softly “And probably meet the love of her life”

“Not on my watch, no” Connor shook his head “We’re going to follow her on every little date she has”

“No need to be overdramatic, Brash” You rolled your eyes playfully “We were 17 when we met and you didn’t understand why my dad was still so protective over me”

“Alright fine… But if anyone hurts her then I’m going on a hunt”

“Whatever you say”

Connor looks at you, full of adoration and love, which made you raise an eyebrow and smiled, questioning “Why are you looking at me like that, Brash?”

“Can’t I just admire my lovely wife?” He asked defensively “Who I love so much”

“You most certainly can” You laugh, nodding “But you’ve got a look in your eyes that I only see whenever you’re nervous so… What is it?”

He cleared his throat and held his hand out “Give me your ring” Connor ordered but you could see the playfulness in his eyes.

“What?” You asked dumbfoundedly. Some part of you knew he was joking but another part of you was starting to worry “Why?”

“Just give it to me” He smiled and you could clearly see that he was trying to do something “Please?”

“Is this because I snore loudly?” You asked, raising an eyebrow “Is that why you want your ring back? Because hey, I’ll see someone about it if that’s going to fix whatever issue you have against me, Brash”

“Just give it”

“Alright, alright” You said, slipping the ring off your finger and immediately felt bare. It was the first time in 5 years since you took it off and it felt weird.

Connor stood up and held his hand out to you as you accepted. After he pulled you up, he got down on one knee, which made you even more confused “Con, what are you doing?”

He looks up at you, smiling “5 and a half years ago, I proposed to you with this ring… Even though I couldn’t afford much, you still said yes and you didn’t care about having any diamond ring as long as we’d be together forever”

“We’re not even halfway through of our lives together as husband and wife but yet you’ve already given me so much” Connor continued and you felt your heart fluttered at his words “You’ve given me so much love, stayed by my side and gave me the most beautiful daughter I could ever ask for”

“I made a promise to myself that I’ll work hard to give you what you deserve and…” He took a deep breath and slipped out the ring box from his pocket. You felt numbed as Connor opened the box, revealing the prettiest ring you’ve ever seen “So, here’s me keeping that promise I made because this, this is what I should’ve given to you when I proposed to you”

“Connor,” You gasped softly and felt the tears in your eyes “What…”

“I promise to continue loving you for the rest of our lives, baby” Connor looked at you with tears in his eyes “I’ll continue to make you laugh when you need it, be your shoulder to cry on, raise more kids with you… Everything that you do, I’ll be there with you, by your side, always. As long as I’m alive, that is a promise I will never break”

“I love you, you dofus” You sniffled “I love you so much”

He took the ring out of the box and slipped it on your ring finger. You kneeled down as well, pressing your lips against his.

“I can’t believe you bought me a new ring” You muttered softly, resting your forehead against his “I don’t deserve you, Connor Brashier”

“Hey, I’d give you the whole world if I could” Connor argued “You’re my girl and I’d do anything to make you happy”

“The ring you gave me was already enough, Con, but thank you” You smiled before looking down at your new ring “It’s so pretty”

“Isn’t it?” He hummed “Dylan picked it out but I knew it was the one for you”

“Can I have my old ring back though? I still feel naked without wearing it, babe”

Connor laughs softly before passing it to you.

You now wore the old wedding ring on a chain as a necklace and like your new ring, you never took it off again.

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[sourmendes]

Bad Boy and the baby carrier

The daycare is closed for the day and the babysitter is on holiday, there’s only one other option...

“Shawn are you positive, I can take Skylar to the store. I promise my boss won’t be bothered by her” You ask again, fixing up the baby carrier strapped to his broad chest 

“Babe chill out, the professors won’t give a shit-”

“Language, Shawn” You scold

“Sorry, what I was trying to say is the professors won’t care, there have been countless people on campus who bring their children to class and they don’t care” Shawn gently holds your arm, looking deeply in your eyes “Besides, it’ll give me and Sky some bonding time” 

“Alright, just no getting into fights” You poke the most recent bruise and Shawn winces slightly

“Scouts honour” He kisses your cheek, his lip ring cool against your skin

“Alright then bad boy, get outta here” You shoo him out of the apartment door

“Okay then baby it’s just you and me” Skylar looks up at her father with curious eyes.

Now normally, Shawn’s method of transport would be his motorbike, but for obvious reasons he decided to use the metro instead.

This is when Skylar decided that being fussy was the most opportune moment.

People gave Shawn a stone cold glare as he did everything he could to calm Skylar, finally resorting to singing her a quiet lullaby which calmed her down relatively fast.

College was a more difficult challenge though.

The second he stepped on campus, students and professors alike gave him a confused look as he confidently strutted with a baby strapped to his chest

“Well that’s new” Brian chuckles “How’s my little niece?”

“Exactly the same as she was yesterday, Brian” Shawn rolls his eyes, fingering the ringlet of brown curls on his daughters head “Sky, say hello to Uncle Brian”

“Uca broop” She blabbers

“You sure taking your daughter to college is a wise idea, Shawn?” Connor asks, strolling over to them “Hello my favourite Mendes” Connor makes a face which causes Skylar to let out a loud giggle

“Brashier, I had no other choice. The daycare was closed and our usual babysitter is on holiday in Bali, Sky could’ve gone with Y/n to work, but she’s had to do that a handful of times, I decided to step up and look after her for today, I like to think of it as a father and daughter bonding day”

“Well your doing a shit job” Alessia points out, leaning against the wall casually before walking over to Skylar who looked very uncomfortable “Thank god Y/n taught me how to be prepared for a situation like this, hand her over and give me the diaper bag”

Shawn listened, removing Skylar from the seat and handing her over to Alessia’s outstretched arms and passing the diaper bag.

Alessia walks away from the group, only to return about 10 minutes later with a giggly Skylar who was tugging at Alessia’s curls.

“Sorry about that, Alessia” Shawn meekly says

“No problem, Mendes. Besides, she’s an angel” Alessia shrugs, handing Skylar back to Shawn’s awaiting arms.

~

The rest of the day went like a breeze, he could count the amount of times he had to leave the classroom to tend to Skylar on one hand.

She mostly slept soundly

“Y/n? Baby? I’m home” Shawn kicks the door closed

“Heyy!” You round the corner, your glasses perched up against your nose “How was school” You shuffle over to them, giving both of them a kiss”

“It was alright, we had a few mishaps but they were resolved very quickly” Shawn explains

“Hmm, good, and no fights?”

“No fights” Shawn assures you

“Excellent, otherwise you’d be facing the wrath of momma bear” You chuckle, unbuckling Skylar

Shawn looks at you fondly, your tongue peaking out in concentration.

It was days like these that make Shawn feel like he’s hit the jackpot.

A beautiful girlfriend he’s planning on marrying.

 An adorable 11 month old baby.

 A roof under his head.

Finally you got Skylar out of the constraints, bouncing her gently as you shuffled around the apartment kitchen, making funny faces whilst making the pasta sauce.

Yeah...He definitely hit the jackpot.

[mikrowrites]

Boats, Best Friends, and Burgers

Shawn Mendes x Reader

A girl with walls up against boys meets a boy at a party who whisks her into his world. Maybe love isn’t a distraction after all.

Y/N never considered herself naive nor trusting. She prided herself on how she kept to herself and protected her heart, unlike her college roommate or her friends who would throw themselves at boys when they do much as smiled or grasped their hand. No, Y/N would not destroy herself like that.

She had college, a tiring feat that would absolutely be even more deteriorated with the addition of a boyfriend, and Y/N liked being by herself, it gave her a peace and quiet without obligations. Y/N did not need the distraction of a relationship at all.

But that damn boat party changed everything.

“Y/N!” Connor shouted through the kitchen, his voice laced with despiration and a hint of whining. “You can’t just rot away in your apartment forever!”

“Mmm, I can and will.” Y/N lashed back, taking another drink from her bottle of Gatorade. She and Connor had been friends since Pre-K, the boy seemingly insisting on filling some big brother role (ironic, since Y/N was two months older than him). “You know I don’t do parties.”

Connor scoffed, shaking his head. “It wouldn’t kill you to do one! I’m only back in LA for a week before tour starts again, I want to spend time with my best friend.”

“You can. With pizza. And a movie. On the couch. Not on some boat out on the bay with hormone-ridden girls and boys reeking of testosterone.” Y/N reasoned, Connor grasping Y/N’s arms.

“Please. Just this one party. We go for an hour, and if you want to leave we’ll leave.” He begged.

Y/N let out a flamboyant groan, pouting her lips. “Fine! Fine. One hour.”

Connor let out a whoop, throwing his fists in the air. Y/N shook her head, hoping she’d suddenly contract a case of tuberculosis or the bubonic plague, both of which, in her opinion, would be a far more pleasant ordeal than that party.

Hours later Connor dragged Y/N onto the boat, the loud music and squealing of drunken girls flooding her senses. She turned to Connor about to beg if they could leave, but he gave her a rather pointed look, silencing that suggestion.

Y/N was definitely not dressed for the occasion. Boys dressed in the ugliest Hawaiian shirts and swim trunks, girls in tiny skirts and booty shorts with crop tops or bikinis. Y/N merely wore a pair of bermuda shorts and a John Mayer concert shirt from the summer.

Y/N slowly pushed through the crowd with her extroverted best friend, Connor shouting out and walking over to some friends. Y/N looked around, the ideas of Jell-O shots and grinding circles quickly becoming rather unappealing to her.

She soon caught sight of paradise! Alas! A island amongst the turbulent throng of sexual desires and rising blood sugar. An empty corner, back at the end of the boat. Y/N made a beeline there, humming with satisfaction as she was separated from the rioting mess.

Y/N leaned her elbows on the railing and looked out at the pinkish sunset over the city, closing her eyes and inhaling the salty breeze.

“Oh, shit.”

Her eyes snapped open and Y/N turned, seeing a tall curly haired boy standing a few feet from her. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t see this corner was taken.”

Y/N nodded. “Yup. I’ve been here fifteen minutes and I’m pretty sure by the twenty mark I might start twerking or doing body shots off the lifeguard.”

The boy laughed, his fingers figeting nervously. “Not if I beat you to suddenly ripping my shirt off and seducing five girls at once.”

It was Y/N’s turn to laugh, her mind sending off sirens and screaming RUN AWAY! but she just couldn’t.

“I’d rather jump first.” She sighed.

“Oh God, me too. I’m so sick of these people.” He gasped out, leaning on the railing next to her. “One more girl pulls at my hair again and I’m going to have a mental breakdown buzz cut.”

Y/N smiled, holding out her hand. “Y/N.”

“Shawn.” He grinned, encasing Y/N’s hand in his giant one, shaking it firmly. “Nice to have someone who has a BAC of 0.0.”

“Maybe not. Perhaps they sweat it all off and it fumes. Maybe it’s like a second hand high, we’re just second hand drunk.” Y/N mused.

“Maybe.” Shawn agreed. “How’d you even get here? If you mind me asking, since you obviously don’t want to be here.”

Y/N let out a scoff of laughter. “My idiot best friend. He dragged me here out of guilt. He travels a lot, we don’t see each other much. You?”

“Friend as well. I’m traveling a lot too, said we needed to “wind down” I guess. Fucking Brashier...” Shawn muttered.

Y/N turned to Shawn, raising her eyebrows. “Brashier? Did you say Brashier?”

“Yeah. Why?” Shawn questioned.

“Oh my gosh...” Y/N laughed. “Connor dragged you here too.”

Shawn stared at her in confusion for a moment before bursting into laughter. “No way! You’re THE Y/N! Connor talks about you all the time!”

“Only good things I suppose.” Y/N responded.

Shawn shrugged, Y/N laughing and slapping him lightly on the arm. “That must make you Shawn Mendes, international pop superstar. Very impressive.”

He smiled, leaning back against the railing. “I guess I am. And you’re the Y/N who fell of a two story roof.”

“He did not—I gonna kill him!” Y/N gasped, the two laughing.

The night drifted on, the sky dark and glistening with stars as the two talked for hours. Y/N remembered clearly writing her number on his wrist before Connor took her home, herself wanting to slap the smug grin off the boy’s face.

Texts with Shawn became phone calls and FaceTimes, and soon dates. Y/N was tripping and falling so fucking deep for him. They stayed in contact during his European tour, him practically begging her to come with him on his North American tour. “You’re my anchor!” He exclaimed over the phone, Y/N blushing insanely. “You keep me grounded.”

So the playful shoves became the interlacing of hands, the smack talk over games of Mariokart became sweet pecks on cheeks. Y/N took a gap year off to follow him across the continent, because if he had breaken down the walls she spent so long building he was worth it.

The North American tour had wrapped up after many months, Y/N and Shawn enjoying lunch together before he had to leave for Asia. They devoured their burgers, laughing and talking while they basked in the time they had left.

Y/N had just finished her pickle-ketchup-cheddar burger when Shawn smiled up at her.

“Y/N L/N, I think I’m in love with you.”

Y/N looked up in surprise, Shawn leaning over the table with a smile. “Y/N, I know I am in love with you. And I need you to know it.”

She felt her heart race, a grin gracing her features. “Shawn Mendes, you somehow got me to love you too. No other man can boast as much.”

He smiled so bright grasping her hand as he leaned over the table, running his fingers through her hair as he connected his lips with hers.

Y/N deepened into the kiss, wanting nothing more but to melt into him and never end the sweet euphoria clouding her brain.

But, with the disdain of suffocation, they pulled away gasping for air. Y/N leaned her forehead against his.

Shawn laughed. “Boats, best friends, and burgers.”

“Best way into a girl’s heart.” Y/N whispered, grinning before grabbing either side of his face and crashing her lips against his again.

[mywrittingwonderland]

Row 11, seat 14 (Connor x Y/n)

Tori's (@shawnpetermuffins​) request on ConWhore Group :) Hope I fulfilled it okay ❤️

The last Blurb for now guys, we will have more soon, but I will focus on my OCs for a while :)

Word Count: 1,424

# Blurb week 1

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"What do you mean Blair, it says Row 11, seat 13 and 12 right here?" Y/n said, trying to reason with her friend. She was the fan that, not that Y/n wasn't. Can someone possibly dislike John Mayer? No. But Blair was The fan, she had all the Merch, all the CDs, and she followed every path of her idol. For Y/n that was a little crazy, but she couldn't complain, Blair liked some company in the concerts, Y/n got free tickets bought by her friend all the time. So amazing.

"Y/n, I understand that. But since we are late. We could just stay here. This place is so much better. Look," She pointed to the stage. The concert would start in 2 minutes, and they had just arrived missing the opening act. It was all Blair's fault, she keeps a long time finding the right Merch Shirt she should use.

"But B, this is not gonna work out. I mean, we are not the only people late to this. The concert is sold out." Y/n said, trying to reason with her friend.

"At this point, I don't care, I am staying here." Y/n laughed at that, then noticing her friend was telling the truth. "Come on, stop being the right Girl all the time, nothing will go wrong Little Y/n" Y/n sighed and just sit beside Blair writing for the concert to start.

It ended up being 15 minutes waiting, the concert was also late. When the first accords of the first song started to play, 2 girls stopped right in front Blair and Y/n.

"Those are our places," Y/n nodded and stand up, but Blair refused to do the same.

"Blair, we have to go. Now." Y/n said, more like screaming because everyone was at that point.

"But, y/n. They are late. It is not my fault," Blair said and pouted.

"Come on B, they will call security if we don't leave. Then you won't get to see him at all." She reasoned.

"Fine, let's find our seats," Blair said, finally waking up, but not before giving a death threat with her eyes to the two late girls.

They went up 3 more roles finally finding row 11, and it was not that bad. It even gave them a better view.

"Blair, I am never coming with you to one of those again, I swear to God…" Y/n started, but before she could finish, she was pushed so strongly by someone because she was obstructing the person's view that she ended up falling in a guys lap. "Oh my God, I am so, so sorry."

"It's okay, are you hurt?" The mysterious guy asked, checking on her. She made the mistake of looking at him before answering, and suddenly she got lost in his blue eyes. She kept staring at him until he asked her again. "It's something wrong? Did you hurt yourself?" She then shook her head no and got up, sliding into her proper seat. She looked from the side of her eyes to Blair, and she had a smirk on her face, but Y/n chose to ignore that.

"I am okay, thank you…"

"Connor," He said, extending his hand for her.

"Thank you, Connor, Y/n" She answered, extending her hand back to a weird handshake as they were both sit side by side. She noticed the guy had a camera around his neck, not any camera but a film camera, which supposed to be the same camera model she had been saving for months to buy.

"It's that a Lomography Lubitel 166+ ?" She asked, biting her lips.

"Yes!" Connor answered with a surprised tone. Not many people knew how to recognize old film camera models just by looking at it.

"I've been dying to buy one of those," She said, making him smile. She was pretty he thought, but then he shared his head trying to tell himself he shouldn't be having these thoughts for someone that just literally tripped on him.

"You should, it's amazing. Especially because of the…"

"4.5 triplet lens" She completed and blushed a little. "Sorry" She apologized for interrupting him.

"It's okay, it is not common to find people that know film cameras that well." He said they both completely ignoring the concert at that point. If it wasn't for everyone screaming around them, they could possibly just forget where they were.

"I know I double major in cinema and photography." She explained, and he nodded. "I know, a crazy girl that is doing 2 colleges with no prospects of getting money in the future," She said, making him laugh.

"I didn't think that at all. I work in photography. I major in physicology." He said, and she frowned confused. "I know, the undecided guy that goes to two completely different things," He said, making her laugh this time.

"I didn't think that at all," She said, repeating what he had said and making him blush. "I get it, it's amazing to understand how feelings work, and how sometimes a picture can show each and every feeling someone has hidden inside, and I guess if you study how people feel you can also see how they were feeling in your pictures." He nodded, surprised she really did understand.

"Not everyone gets it," He said, and she nodded.

"Not everyone gets my choice either," She said, turning back her attention to the John Mayer in the stage when Blair shook her arm.

"Isn't he the best?" She asked, making Y/n laugh and agree. "Don't think I didn't see you and the blondie talking. He is cute," Blair said without moving her mouth and still looking at the stage.

"B, I don't even know him!" Y/n said quietly in her friend's ear.

"Y/n, you didn't really know me when we met and look at us best friends now. My friend you have lots to learn about the flirting business" Blair said, making Y/n blush. She tried to focus on the concert, but she could feel his eyes burning her skin from time to time.

"I think my old Bro is growing up," Dylan said after seeing the interaction between Y/n and Connor.

"Shut up," Connor said, making his brother laugh.

"I am not shutting up, ask her number," He said, making Connor widen his eyes and shake his head. "Why not?"

"I don't even know her?" He said as if it was obvious.

"Connor, you should be the one teaching me that stuff not the other way around," Dylan said, and Connor looked at him confused. "Old Brother, that is how you get to know her. By going out with her. And let's be honest you did like her." Connor could have answered his brother, but instead, he looked at Y/n again and bitted his lip when she laughed at something her friend was saying. He whispered at the sound, not knowing exactly if it was John Mayers song messing up his heart or the sound of the girl laughing. He then closed his eyes and whispered before coming back to his brother. Dylan simply laughed at that and shook his head as for silent saying I already told you what to do.

Connor tried to ignore his heart, beating a little faster by seeing Y/n having fun singing and dancing with the concert. He also tried to ignore his hands sweating. But at some point, he couldn't, mainly because he was probably looking non-stop to the girl for the last 15 minutes. And he was sure she had noticed him because her cheeks were red, and she was so damn cute with her cheeks red Connor though and then closed his eyes for a second, debating what he should do next. He took a deep breath before turning back to Y/n again and calling her name.

"Y/n?" He nervously bit his lower lip.

"Yes?" She looked back at him.

"Do you want to hang out after the show? We could grab dinner…" He said, feeling stupid for suggesting dinner, dinner was maybe too formal. And again they didn't know each other. "I mean, not dinner, we could just walk and talk about pictures?" He nervously suggested and then closed his eyes for 5 seconds at how stupid he was again. "Or we could just…" he stopped when he heard her chuckle.

"I would love to go do something afterward."

- - - - - - - Connor Brashier Taglist: @tinycertain

General Taglist: @arypesanchez 

[dickmedownmendess]

The Chosen Two

This has been on my mind for the past week so I finally decided to write it. Hope you guys enjoy! (Also hopefully it doesn’t get removed like my last one *wipes away tears*)

Pairings: Connor x OC

Words: 3.k

Glasses clattered together as conversation filled the luxurious venue. Numerous college students scattered the large room, holding champagne glasses containing God-only-knows. 

          “Either I’m extremely tipsy or just generally nervous, but I think I’m going to barf.” I mutter to my best friend, Avery, as we stood close to each other in the midst of everyone.

Tonight was an award ceremony for UCLA’s School of Film, Theatre and Television. I was nominated for many different categories in the film category, and with the competitive nature I possessed, I desired to win every category I was in. The most important award I was in the running for was Film of the Year which, if won, gives the opportunity to display your talents publicly, while also gaining the exposure to jumpstart your career. 

         “Oh quit it, you’ve done so many talented videos and photo shoots, it would be discrimination if you didn’t win at least one of them.” She ensures confidently. I eyed her quizzically, a humorous smile spreading across my lips. 

         “Discrimination?” I repeat in a laugh. She was always a little melodramatic in her motivational speeches. 

         “For sure, it would be discrimination against a bad bitch honestly.” We both laugh, clinking glasses in agreement to the statement. 

Once it dies down, I scan the room for the one, and the only person that has been heavy on my mind since nominations were announced. 

         “Listen, my type isn’t surfer-white-boy, but that Connor Cashier guy can get it.” Alex whispers to me, her eyes fixed on what I assumed, Connor. Following her gaze, I also looked at the man of the hour–and also the cause of my nauseate. 

He dressed in a grey tailored suit, the jacket opened to reveal a checkered button-up that complimented the suit, and overall posh look. He raked a hand through his prim hair, chuckling at something someone was saying to him. A crowd gradually formed around him, but he remained placid, not an utter amount of uneasiness in his demeanor. 

         “Connor Brashier is my worst nightmare right now.” I admit, Alex looks away from him to give me a perplexed frown. 

         “And why is that? The boy looks like he weighs no more than 90 pounds wet.” 

My gaze lingers on him, momentarily lost in how well composed his film he admitted was. It captured all the aesthetics of nature, it made the viewers look at nature past just its beauty. He raised awareness of our effect on nature, all while tying a story plot to it. He filmed it across many beautiful nature spots in the States (only because it was prohibited to use out of state content). 

He was basically the poster child for the film major, most underclass students looked up to him, like he was a mogul. 

What made it all the more frustrating was how well he handled the popularity. It was always so mysterious. He didn’t smile too much, and he wasn’t smug about his accomplishments, there weren’t any troubling stories about him, mostly just allegations of who he sleeps with and the typical rumor subjects. He simply focused on his filming and chilled with his friends in downtime. 

I didn't realize how long I was staring until his eyes meet mine, the blues in them so intense, they practically shined under the starlight. I quickly avert my gaze back to Alex, sighing. 

          “He’s just so talented. And like–I don’t know. I’m just afraid he’s going to win and continue to get the exposure he basically already has.” I confess, toying with a ringlet of hair out of habit when I’m nervous. 

          “You’re downplaying your own work D, you personified California, and filmed them around California. And told a story. Who the hell thinks of that? You articulated on every detail, I had to use my brain. You know I don't like doing that. Your film is stunning. And if it couldn’t get better, you did it all on the price of your own money. I doubt rich boy Connor can say that.” She states matter of factually, sass lacing her words. I blush, genuinely warm by her, comical, but uplifting words.

          “You’ve always had a way with words, that’s why you need to win that journalist of the year award.” I hug her. 

          “Oh honey, I’m not worried about a stupid award, that’s just justification for objectifying our talents to a mere thing that’ll wind up in our attics...or a box, or a trash...or even a–” 

          “Ladies and gentlemen if you could find your seat at your designated tables. We will start the ceremony shortly.” The president announces into the microphone. Alex huffs, giving a small eye roll. I snicker patting her shoulder. 

          “See ya later journalist of the year.” I tease with a wink. Backing away, I don’t watch where I’m going and stumble into a body. Their hands instinctively grabbed my sides to hold me up. The piquant cologne was the first thing noticed before I even turned, but once I became motionless. 

          “Sorry, Danielle right?” I looked up and blinked mute. Lost for words mostly because I was baffled at his voice, I don’t think I’ve ever heard him talk—and I’ve definitely had to do a project with him in the past, so that says a lot for the amount of dialogue he uses. Straightening up, I recover smoothly flipping my hair off my shoulder. 

          “Yes, sorry about that.” I give a wry smile, he merely smiles back in response nodding his head. 

We both walk to the same table, he glances over his shoulder noticing me, automatically pulling out a chair for me before taking a seat of his own a few chairs down. I smile at the unexpected gesture, he winks back taking a swig of drink in his seat. 

Looking around the table, it registers that the people seated here are also nominees for the best film. I didn’t even feel threatened by them, and a hinted ounce of guilt surface while I smile at them. Champagne glasses accommodates the table, and I grab one, taking a swill of the bitter drink. 

They didn’t hold back on the alcohol at all. 

Promptly, the different professors of the theatre major began presenting awards. As much as I wanted to be entertained by the witty commentary, the heavy weight of my eyelids kept me blinking, while shifting in my seat, I lightly swayed, grabbing hold of the table to stabilize myself. 

How much did I drink? I wonder, glancing around the table to check if anyone witnessed my drunkenness. Catching the striking eyes of Connor, he smirks, his chest noticeably bouncing in a silent laugh. I giggle as well, looking away and excusing myself from the table. 

My heels felt 10 feet tall as I walked to the bathroom, but I did it effortlessly, disguising how tipsy I truly was. Once in the comforts of the clean bathroom, I look at myself. 

Shouldn’t have done that. 

The world spun, and I was suddenly a lot cuter than before. 

         “Ah shit, I’m drunk.” I murmur, then giggle because in my consumption of the many glasses of champagne, I also swallowed the tickled bug. Wetting a napkin, I patted my eyes, endeavoring to clear up the swirl in her eyes, while not messing up the makeup job Alex did. She made me look stunning, alcohol-aside. “If all fails and I don’t win a damn thing, at least I look cute...right?” I say to myself, while examining my face. Before leaving the bathroom, I pee out a small portion of the liquor, tugging the end of my bodycon dress down on my thighs after I flush and leave the stall. 

Stumbling out of the bathroom, I exhale heavily glancing at the ongoing dull ceremony, then towards the exit where Connor leans on the wall hiding, his back faced me, head pointed down. The liquor confidence ushered my legs to move in his direction, I cleared my voice. 

Mid-exhale, he looks over his shoulder at the sound, the mango smoke blowing into my face as he continues to blow out. I wave it away, snickering. 

          “Is this ‘something to take the edge off’?” I quip, observing how his porcelain face reddens around his structured cheeks, plush lips turning up in a smile. Extending the vape to her, she contentedly takes it. 

          “Something like that. I knew it was going to be long and boring, but that in their is worse than watching paint dry.” He explains watching as I take a drag off the vape. His eyes fixates on my glossy lips, the ghost cloud floating into my nose, before I release the cloud back out on his face. The soft smile doesn’t falter in his features as it does. 

          “It’s so boring I got drunk...on accident.” I add, earning his chuckle. He shrugs his shoulders in a way to say ‘I feel that’. The crowd clapped loudly gaining their attention as all of the theatre winners stood on stage receiving the applauds. I look back at him, his long, shiny hair falls over his forehead until he combs a hand through it to push it back. “You know, honestly speaking–thanks to the cheap champagne–I will confess, you’re the most intimidating person I’ve met. And I’ve met...menaced people.” He quirks a perfectly shaped eyebrow at her. 

          “Well without alcohol I can say the same about you.” I raise my eyebrows at the newfound information. I thought I was transparent: I smile at everyone I pass, and social when needed. “You just carry yourself in a way that I see through that sweet, school-girl façade. As cliché as it sounds, there’s more to you that you let on.” He mirrors my reaction as I tilt my head with a smirk, interested by his explanation. 

Before she was able to reply, a professor of there’s, headed to the bathroom—sees them, “Connor, Danielle, will you make your way back to your seats please. We don’t want to gather a social group back here.” Connor and I straighten up like seized burglars. I nod my head, peaking over to Connor swiftly, to see him still holding the smirk. 

The ceremony continues as we returned to our seats. They were several awards into the Television portion, I peered over to see Alex collected a couple of the “objectifying” awards. As though feeling my gaze, she looks at me, rolling her eyes with an expression that mentally says “shut up”. I giggle blowing a kiss. 

          “And the Kelly Hollywood Television ‘best journalist’ award, this student showed diligence, dedication and always a jovial attitude in whatever she does, the award goes to...Alexandra Smith!” 

Everyone applauded, but I went out of the way to stand, cheering loudly as she narrowed her eyes at me on her way up to the stage. 

         “That’s my bit—girl!” I chirp correcting myself before I acted my true—goofy—self. I could tell I gained eyes from my peripheral while I pestered my bestie, but Connor’s gaze was most capturing, as they scanned down my legs, over my butt, and up till they reached to meet mine. I blushed looking off, pulling my dress down again as I sat again. 

The filming and photography starts as our professors did their introductions to the different categories. I sober up immediately as names began to get called for different awards. Connor earned three awards off of his photography, and I one. In the film-focused subjects I managed to be chosen for three awards. After grabbing my third award, I take a seat back at the table. Glancing over at Connor, he leaned back in his chair relaxed, one elbow is placed on the table, face leaning on it with his finger tapping at his pink lips. He gives a subjective smirk when our eyes meet, making me question the reason behind it. But I divert my attention as they go into discussing the film of the year. 

          “This year has been one full of ups and downs, rewards and disgraces, but what matters is at the end of the day all of you have made the staff, and UCLA extremely proud. The Film of the Year is an award granted to us by alumni, actor and filmmaker, Nicolas Cage. With the accomplishments he has, he wanted to pay tribute back to the School of Film, by allowing the winner to display their talents in a publication with the Cage Network.” Students all around erupt into whispers. Most coming from theatre and television side, who commented how they weren’t given this opportunity.

Sucks to suck. I thought giggling internally.

          “We will now play a snippet of all of the nominees.” The first few videos were executed well, very worthy of the award. Connor’s video comes on now, gaining everyone’s attention instantly by its electrifying music and vibrant effects just from the start. As his went off a few of his friends cheered for him, he sends playful winks to them before looking over at me. Ignoring him, I continue watching as my film shows. 

Nerves rumbled my stomach, the sudden doubt of the turnout on my film clouding my mind as I watched, critiquing it even in its published form. 

Finishing out the rest of the nominees, the screen went black and attention was back on the professor Knox. “All of the films were impeccable, the decision was extremely hard to make, so hard that we have a two-way tie,” we all commenced in disappointed-confused-chatter, “these two films chosen were remarkable, we deliberated indepthly on the scores and grading but they were identical in it’s punctuality and creativity.The winners are…” 

For a moment all sound mutes, only the echoing voice of professor Knox could be heard as he says, “Connor Brashier and Danielle Golding!” It felt like slow motion the way I slowly whipped my head to Connor. He wore a content smile, scooting out of his seat to go accept the award. Blinking back into the reality of things, I pushed out of my chair as well. 

My wide eyes flash to Alex as she’s practically yelling, “that’s my girlfriend!” She earned a few quizzical frowns, causing me to chuckle. 

Still baffled by the choice, I took my spot beside Connor as Knox commanded the rest of the award-winners to come up on stage. Connor and I held the award together, his fingertips pressed against mine as we pushed closer together to fit into the group photo. 

The president said his ending message, concluding the event. Loud chatter drowned out the music playing in the background as everyone regrouped with their people. 

As I made my way to Alex, people stopped to congratulate me, I bowed my head in gratitude, genuinely stunned at all my winnings. I knew I said I wanted to win every category I was in, but I still expected a few awards, not this many. And let me not forget to mention, I’m one step closer to the breakout I needed from winning this award...even if I was partnering on it. 

          “Congratulations biiitch!” Alex yells, an adult walking by scolds her language as soon as it came out. I guffawed nearly dropping all the awards. 

          “Congratulations to you, Ms. objectify our talents and in an attic somewhere.” I mock earning a slap to my bare arm. Playfully wincing, I continued laughing until her face went straight, a soft smirk replacing, her eyes directed to something-or-one behind me. Turning, Connor—and a crowd mixed of giggling girls and ‘star struck’ guys—stood holding the film reel trophy. 

          “I gotta say, that wasn’t the outcome I expected.” Before I respond, I look at Alex, who already knew what to do. She takes my awards informing she was going to take them to the car. 

Facing Connor now, I cross my arms over my chest and give him a quizzical smile, “what outcome were you expecting then?”

He shrugs his shoulders, “for you to win alone, I mean for an actual cinematographer, I’m grateful they found my film great, but you rightfully deserve it.” He acknowledge, extending it out towards me. 

          “I’m a videographer, so, I agree. But I can’t take away from your talents, it really was a tie breaking situation.” I assured with a subtle shrug, pushing the trophy back to him.

          “Connor, Danielle, can I take a photo of you guys?” The journalist asks. All work and no play around here, I guess. I think to myself until the feel of Connor’s hand snakes around my side, delicate and cautious as though I was going to break under his touch. He rested it right at the small of my back. An electrifying feeling coursed my body at the touch. I scooted closer to him, taking in his cologne I got a whiff of earlier this evening. Wrapping my arm around his waist, I tilted my head just enough it nearly leaned against his shoulder. Smiling, the picture was taken and the journalist walks off after thanking us. 

Before Connor release me, he leans his head down close enough that his lips brush the top of my ear. “Think about it, we can be taking pictures just like this on a red carpet someday.” And with that he releases me and sinks into the waiting crowd, engulfing himself in conversation with them. Not leaving me the chance to respond. 

And so I did, I thought about the red carpet pictures, and the bright lights. How I could be famous from my work one day—not that it was my reasoning for doing this, but it wouldn’t hurt to be noted for my hard work—I never thought I would be doing it with him, Connor Brashier, a guy that, before tonight, didn’t how he sounded when he talked.  But I guess if I’m going to be taking pictures with someone, he’s a good pick. I mean, he is easy on the eyes. 

Overtime, people leave, conversation dies down and the clean up crew makes their way in. I stood in the foyer lost in discussion with professor Knox as he told me the details of what was to come for the project. There were minor changes that needed to be made since it was the two of us, but the overall objective still remained the same. 

          “As brilliant as you two are behind a camera, I’m sure everything will succeed ultimately. We weren’t torn between you for no reason. You two bring the most publicity to our part of the school with what you put out. If you guys manage to have good chemistry, there will be a rule of awakening in the world of film.” His words struck me, the amount of confidence he, and apparently the rest of the staff, had in Connor and I. I would have never expected it.

He exits out of the building leaving me with my whirlwind of thoughts. I don’t know Connor. Sure, I’ve worked on mini projects with him, but they required little to no interaction–to add it was a year ago when we did that project. 

This was an entirely different echelon of work. This wasn’t a mere grade, this was meant to provoke feeling into the public, draw their attention and want more. We were basically selling ourselves to the world. 

Still lost in thought, I don’t notice, until the familiar scent fills my nose that Connor also entered the foyer. He was alone–for once–and his hands were tucked away in his pockets his doe-eyes and solemn porcelain face, it always seem as though he was mad, but his lips displayed a smile that decreased that idea. 

         “I don’t know you, and I know you don’t know me, but my gut is telling me this will be a great hit for us both.” Connor moves closer, but stays a safe proximity away as his eyes bore into hers. 

I’m not easy to fall for a pretty set of eyes, and a tempting set of lips but I think I met my match as I feel stuck for words. Clearing my throat I turn away from high slightly, “you think so huh?” 

          “For sure, I’m not trying to sound psychological, but you have an open mind, and a keen sense for capturing things in its raw form. You can’t make that. That’s natural.” 

          “Okay Dr. Brashier.” I flirt, watching his teeth bite into his bottom lip. “Well needless to say, with this project you’ll probably find out that side I don’t let on.” I lower my voice, lightly trailing a finger on his arm. 

          “Danielle.” Alex says at the door, almost on cue. 

Connor shutters, licking his lips as I walk away, keeping my eyes trained on him. “See ya soon.” I whisper at last. 

          “You are honestly too much.” Alex mutters once we’re in the car. 

Batting my eyes innocently I look at her, “what are you talking about?” 

          “Don’t hurt that boy, he seems so innocent.” 

Feigning offense, I purse my lips. “I’m only going to do what he allows, life doesn’t throw bubble wrap lemons at us right?” 

Alex glares at me, “bitch what?” 

           “Exactly.” I say final, knowing I was talking out of my ass, but I did mean what I said. I’m not here to hurt, but he knows what he can and can’t handle. This project could do either one.

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I honestly planned to make this a one part imagine but now I’m leaning more towards a fic [and depending on if you guys like it I definitely will]. I haven’t thought the plot through completely though so...yeah. Hope you enjoyed this Connor!InASuit content (because I know I enjoy Connor in a suit, no matter how long ago it was). More to come :)

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Summer Break | Connor Brashier

College (B)Romance part 4

A/n: we’re two chapter away from the ending. I hope we’re all enjoying it! Also the majority of this is from me and @elvisp521 throwing angst back and forth at each other for like an hour straight lol

Summary: Finals are over and it’s time to for a much needed break. Of course, this isn’t exactly the break you thought you’d be taking.

Warnings: angst, I’m sorry. But also, no I’m not. Jealous!Connor (for real this time), lowkey possessive!Connor, asshole!connor (since I didn’t give you that in the first one like I said I was going to) Told in both POVs (not really a warning, but you know)

Word count: 3.5k

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iMessage from Vance L.: hey… How’ve you been?

iMessage from Vance L.: I’ve been thinking bout u… miss u.

I furrow my brows but look away from her phone when she reaches for it. Who the hell is Vance and why is he texting my girlfriend that he misses her?

She lets out a deep sigh and tosses her phone back on her bed.

“Everything okay?” I ask. “Who was it?”

She nods and folds another one of her shirts before placing it in her suitcase. “Yeah, it’s just a guy I used to hang out with.”

I nod, “Hang out?” I chew the inside of my cheek, why am I even jealous? She’s with me. “As in you used to date?”

She swallows, “Umm… yeah. You could call it that.”

“Oh,” I say. “Cool.”

“I haven’t talked to him since we ended things,” she tells me, taking another shirt off its hanger.

“Hey, you don’t have to explain yourself to me. It was before we happened. I don’t mind.” Except, yeah I kind of do and I can’t seem to figure out why.

Neither of us bring it up again while I continue helping her pack up her room. It looks so empty with nothing on the walls, and I think it’s just now starting to hit me that in only three days we’ll be parting ways for the summer. It’s definitely not what I wanted to do. Hell, I wanted to spend every moment I could with her, but that unfortunately was not an option for us, living in different cities, at least 5 hours away from each other. We hadn’t really talked about what this summer was going to bring for us, but I knew that I wanted to keep seeing her and being there if she needed me.

Was it a little crazy that I had grown so attached to her already? Yeah, probably, but from what I can tell, she’s grown attached too. And maybe that’s why it bugs me that Vance is texting her.

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When I pick her up from her dorm the next day, she’s in my shirt that she stole from me a couple weeks ago. It’s white and you can see the bright red of her bathing suit top underneath it. She wants to ruin me, I just know it. Her shorts barely peek out from under the shirt and I can’t stop the smirk that forms on my lips. She catches me though and rolls her eyes. “Eyes up here, bub,” she lifts my chin with her pointer finger and gives me that look.

“You know, the guys won’t miss us if we show up a little later.”

She laughs and it’s music to my ears. “Cheeky. But my roommate is here.”

“Hi, Connor!” she yells from the bathroom where she’s packing up some of her stuff.

“Hey, Lydia!” she comes out of the bathroom and shoots me a soft smile.

“You taking my girl from me.”

“I am. But you’re still more than welcome to come. It’s just a small get together.”

“Yeah,” she rolls her eyes. “I don’t think your boys know the meaning of ‘small get together.’ So, thank you, but I’ll pass. I still have a lot of packing to do.”

“You leaving Sunday too?”

She nods, “Yep.”

“Well let me know if you need any help. I’m a great packer.”

“No, he’s not,” y/n shakes her head, patting my chest. “He’s good at distracting you. So… I’ll be back later. Have fun packing.”

“I will. Be safe guys. Connor,” Lydia points at me, “you bring her back in one piece.”

“I always do.” I take y/n’s hand and lead her away. “You ready for tonight?”

“A night at the beach with my favorite boy? What could be better?”

I press a kiss to her cheek before opening her door for her. “Did I tell you yet that you look beautiful?”

Her cheeks heat, “Thank you.”

I rest my hand on her thigh as we drive down to the beach. She’s in charge of the music, of course, and we vibe to some Khalid, who she’s been really into the past couple weeks. It’s the perfect music for a ride like this, not a care in the world. Just me, my girl, and the shore.  

I’m about to get out o the car when she stopped me, “You put on sunscreen, yes?”

I frown at her, “No. I never do.”

“Um, sir! You need sunscreen. You’re gonna burn, it’s hot outside.”

“So? I’ve been burnt so many times before, I’m fine.”

“Okay, sure, but I’m not gonna be the one coddling you when you’re complaining about your sunburn.”

I pout, “Awe, come on babe. You’re not really gonna make me put in on, are you?”

“You plan on getting lucky?”

“Well, I mean… I wasn’t exactly planning on it. But if it were to happen –”

“Yeah, see it won’t if you don’t put on sunscreen.”

I gape at her. “You’re kidding. Y/n/n, the sun will be down in like two hours.”

“Does it look like I’m kidding?” she raises an eyebrow at me.

“Wow, you play dirty, baby. Give me the sunscreen.” I hold my hand out for the bottle of sunscreen that I know she packed because she obviously knew I didn’t bring any.

She smiles triumphantly. “That’s what I thought.”

I roll my eyes, “I’m only applying it to my face,” I tell her pointedly.

Y/n shakes her head, “No. Apply it to those shoulders too. I need something to hold on to,” she says suggestively. “And I can’t do that if you’re wincing in pain when I touch you even just slightly.”

“You are something else, you know that?”

“If that something else is your girlfriend, then yes. And I quite like being that, so.”

I hum and lean forward to press a kiss to her lips. “Well, I like you being that.”

“Good. Because I don’t think you’re getting rid of me anytime soon.”

I blush at that, “Good, because I don’t want you going anywhere anytime soon.”

“Finally, the life of the party’s here!” Brian screeches when he spots us walking toward the group.

“You’re talking about me, right?” y/n jokes. “Because this boy over here is kind of a dud.”

I fake a gasp. “Says the girl who threatened to withhold sex from me if I didn’t put sunscreen on.”

Shawn laughs at that, “But did you put it on?”

I look down at the sand and the boys all laugh.

“Fucking whipped,” Brian claps my shoulder and brings us closer to the group that is seemingly growing by the second. For it to be just past noon, there’s so many people here already. The music is loud, and almost everyone I see has a red cup in their hand that no doubt has hot beer from the keg that is only slightly covered by an umbrella only a few feet away.

“Let’s get you guys something to drink,” Shawn wraps his arm around y/n, pulling her from my side and I frown.

“Mendes, get your own girl.”

“Fine, get your own drink. But I’m getting y/n something,” he says, taking my girl with him.

I shake my head at him, though he doesn’t see me. Sometimes I swear he and Brian like her more than they like me… Oh, who am I kidding? I know they like her more than they like me.

“So, did you ask her yet?” Brian nudges my shoulder, causing me to look back at him and away from y/n and Shawn who are laughing about god knows what, next to the cooler.

“Ask her what?” I play dumb. I know exactly what I’m supposed to ask her, but I’m scared.

“You know what,” he glares at me.

“No,” I shake my head. “I haven’t had the chance.”

“You mean in the last four days since you’ve been with her practically every second, you haven’t found the time to ask her to come home with you for a weekend and meet your parents?”

“No, Craigen, I haven’t. We’ve been busy.”

“Busy what? Fucking?”

“No, you ass!” I shove his shoulder. “We were packing up her dorm. And I was helping her study for her last exam.”

“You were helping her study?”

“Fuck off! Yes, I was helping her study.”

“Well, all I’m saying is that you’re gonna have to ask her at some point. If you’re as serious about her as you say you are –”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

He holds his hands up in defense, “All I’m saying is that, you may have her right now, and it may seem like it’s serious, but a girl like that is wifey material. And if you don’t take her to meet your parents so that they can fall in love with her, she’s not gonna stay long. Because the longer you keep her away, she’s gonna start thinking that you don’t want her to meet your family.”

“Of course I want her to meet them, Brian. I just – I don’t know what they’re gonna think.”

“Dude, why are you so scared that they won’t like her? Is that really the problem or are you scared of getting too close to her because getting close with someone last time blew up in your face?”

“Hey, we said that we weren’t going to talk about that anymore,” I grumble, crossing my arms over my chest defensively.

“You’re right, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to bring it up. But… that’s what it is, isn’t it? It has nothing to do with your parents.”

I sigh and look back down at the sand that’s coating my feet already. “Maybe. I don’t know.”

“You know she’s not like that, right?” He asks.

“I know.”

“Then you shouldn’t be scared.”

He was right. I shouldn’t be, but when I look back up and see a guy I don’t know talking to y/n, I’m not so sure. “Brian?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you know that guy over there with y/n and Shawn?” He’s gotten closer to her, and she doesn’t seem to be stepping away from him.

“Oh, yeah. That’s Vance. I have him in my chem lab. He’s a pretty cool dude.” But I stopped listening when I heard Vance. As in Vance, y/n’s ex-boyfriend. I swear I feel my heart sink as my blood boils.

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Vance is the last person I expected to see at this party. He wasn’t ever really the party kind of guy. That’s kinda what drew me to him in the first place. But in all honesty? I couldn’t tell anything else that brought me to him. He was nice, sure, and he was easy on the eyes. But he was full of himself. Everything was about him. That’s why I ended it when I did. I didn’t need that in my life. He played it off like it was no big deal, so of course I treated it like it was no big deal.

I was shocked when he texted me the other day, probably just as shocked as Connor was. I never even texted him back. In fact, the messages are still left unopened. He hasn’t brought them up yet, which I’m grateful for, but he’s also been talking for a while now and I’d like to get back to my boyfriend. I look around to see if I can spot him anywhere close, hoping he could come and save me from this train wreck of a conversation. I find him sitting by himself near the shore. He has a bottle in his hands and I’m wondering if Shawn did end up bringing him a drink after all.

“Hey, Vance,” I interrupt his never-ending story, “It was really nice to see you again, truly. But uh, I have to go find my boyfriend, so…”

“You have a boyfriend?” he asks, and I try not to be offended by how shocked he sounds by that statement.

“Yeah, so I’m gonna go find him. But have fun,” I pat his arm before rushing to where Connor is sitting. I know something is wrong when I sit down, and he doesn’t immediately say anything. He doesn’t even look in my direction, just stares off at the ocean.

“You okay, bub?” I ask after the silence between us becomes almost as deafening as the crashing waves.

“Fine,” he mumbles with a single nod, still not making eye contact with me.

“Are you sure?” I fidget with the hem of my (his) shirt.

“Mhm…” he takes a swig of his beer and then sets it beside him, leaning back casually. “So that was Vance?”

I deflate. That’s what this was. I knew that text bothered him before. “Yeah, that was Vance.”

“Seems nice.”

“He’s alright.”

“Was pretty close to you.” I don’t like that he’s being so short with his sentences.

“Connor,” I sigh.

“Why’s he here?”

I shrug, “Because it’s a free country?”

He scoffs. “That’s not what I mean.”

“No? Then what do you mean?”

“Did you text him?”

It’s my turn to scoff, “What if I did?”

“Did you?” he asks again, finally sparing me a glance, but I don’t like the look on his face.

“No,” I say. “No, I didn’t text him back. And why should it matter if I did. I’m with you.”

“Exactly.”

My eyes widen at that. “Excuse me?”

“You’re my girlfriend.”

I scratch carelessly at the top of my thigh, a habit I have when I’m upset. “Okay, but you don’t own me.”

“I didn’t say that I did.”

“Well it sounds like that’s what you think.” I shake the sand off my hands, “I can text whoever I want to, Connor. And if I did text Vance when he messaged me, then that’s my decision. But I didn’t, because I have enough respect for you not to do that.”

“Yeah, okay.”

“Yeah okay? Are you seriously upset about this?”

“I just find it really convenient that he just so happens to show up to a party that the frat is holding, just after he texts you to say he misses you.”

“So you did read the message then?”

“Well it was right there in my fucking face. What did you expect me to do?”

“Maybe ask me about it instead of assuming the worst!”

“Why did I have to bring it up? He texted you, not me.”

“What? So I have to tell you about every guy that I have in my phone? High school friends, cousins, and everything. I thought we trusted each other enough to not have to do that. I don’t ask you about the girls you have saved in your phone.”

“I don’t have girls saved in my phone.”

“Bullshit,” I mutter, looking out at the water. “You’re not a fucking saint, Brashier.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You think I don’t know about some of the girls you’ve been with? The guys may be cool with me hanging out, but that doesn’t mean they haven’t let it slip that you’ve had your fair share of girls coming in and out of the house. And I don’t ask you about them because I don’t care. So why do you care that I had one guy before you?”

“It’s not that you had a boyfriend before me, it’s the fact that he’s still texting you!” he raises his voice a little.

“Once! That was the first time he had texted me since we broke up! And I already told you that I didn’t answer him.”

“Then why the fuck is he here, y/n?!” he stands, throwing his hands up in the air.

“I don’t know! Maybe he’s friends with one of the guys here. Or maybe he heard from a friend of a friend, but it wasn’t from me!” I stand too, crossing my arms. I can feel eyes on us, but I elect to ignore them. “You’re blowing this completely out of proportion.”

“Am I? Is it crazy for me to think that he’s here for you?”

“Yes!”

“Then why were you talking for almost a god fucking hour?!” he points toward where Vance and I were only minutes ago.

“Because he wouldn’t shut up! I was looking for you to see if you could get me out of the conversation, but you were already over here having your own little pity party for no reason.”

He runs his hand over his face and exhales deeply. “I don’t want to do this here. Let’s go.”

“No,” I shake my head.

“Y/n, people are watching. Please, let’s just go.”

“No, I’m not going anywhere with you. Especially not now. You want to leave, then fine. But I’m not getting in the car with you.”

“You’re being ridiculous.”

“Am I?” I repeat his words from just moments ago. “I’m not getting in the car with you,” I shrug.

He clenches his jaw and rolls his eyes, “Fine. Do whatever the fuck you want. I’m leaving.”

“Fine, then go.”

He stands there, staring at me for a minute, as if he’s trying to size me up, see if I’m serious. But I’m dead serious. If he’s going to act like this then I’d rather stay here and find my own way back to the dorm, but I would not be getting in the same car as him. With yet another scoff, he turns and walks back up the same way we came only an hour earlier.

I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding and turn back to the spot we were just occupying. I will myself not to cry. There’s no reason to. Except, yes there is, because I’m pretty sure Connor and I just broke up. But I’m also so frustrated with him because how could he not trust me.

“Y/n, honey?” Shawn’s voice sounds from beside me, startling me a little. I shut my cloudy eyes and turn to look at him, only to see Brian right next to him.

“Hey,” I breathe out.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” I nod, wrapping my arms tighter around my middle, trying to make myself smaller. The both frown at my answer and that’s when the dam breaks. “No,” I hiccup and Shawn’s arms are quickly wrapping me in a hug.

“Shh… it’s okay. It’s okay. We’ve got you. Let’s get you home.”

I nod against his chest, sniffling. “Okay.”

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I wake up to Brian throwing shit around the room and into his suitcase. I furrow my brows at him and the bright sunlight. “Could you be any louder?” I grumble, rubbing the sleep from my eyes.

“Yeah, actually, I could.” He says before walking toward the door and slamming it behind him. What the hell is his problem?

I pick up my phone from the nightstand, and open my text messages, going to send y/n a good morning text. But then the events of last night come rushing back to me and I feel like an asshole. Last night got out of control. It wasn’t a big deal, or at least it shouldn’t have been. I sigh and click on her contact anyway.

iMessage to My Girl 😍: Can I come over? I wanna apologize.

Read 9:26 a.m.

I wait a couple minutes for those three little dots to pop up, but they never do. So with a deep sigh, I pull myself out of bed and trudge to the bathroom. I understand that she’s still mad, so I’ll just go over there. I’ll apologize face to face and we’ll be fine. It’ll all be fine.

Or at least… it was supposed to be.

Lydia opens the door when I get there and she does not look at all happy to see me. “Hey,” I say softly, my hands in my pockets.

“What are you doing here?” she crosses her arms over her chest.

“I came to see y/n. And to apologize.” I shrug sheepishly.

“She’s not here.”

“What?” I stand straight, my eyes widening. “What do you mean she’s not here?”

“I mean exactly that. She left early this morning.”

“What?’

“Connor, I told you to do one thing. And that was to bring her back in one piece. But one, you didn’t bring her back, your friends did. And two, they brought her back with her heart shattered in a million pieces. So, I think it’s best if you go.”

“What? Lydia, hold on. Let me explain.”

“No, you don’t get to explain yourself. She left, she’s not here. Go home.” She slams the door in my face and I can feel my heart shattering. I shuffle quickly to get my phone from my pocket and I call y/n.

She doesn’t answer. So I call again. And again. And again. By the fifth call, it goes straight to voicemail. I’m breathing heavy, worried about her. She wasn’t supposed to leave until tomorrow afternoon. We had made plans to finish packing up her stuff today, go to dinner. But now she’s gone and she didn’t even tell me she was leaving.

I have royally fucked up.

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Game Plan | Part 2

The phone rings three times before he answers, each ring seeming to last hours longer than the other. 

“Babe? I’m in the middle of class, what’s wrong?” 

“Fuck sorry I thought you were out at 2.” She sobs.

“Are you crying? What the fuck is going on?” 

“I just need you right now.” 

“Okay, what’s wrong?”

“I didn’t want to tell you over the phone.” 

“Tell me what?” He insists, starting to freak out a little. 

“Connor, I think I’m pregnant.” Mia whispers, the tears escaping her eyes as she squeezes them shut.

“What?” He gasps.

“I’m really late, really really late.” 

“Okay, okay okay.” He rushes back into his classroom, grabbing his things hastily and rushing out the door. 

“Don’t be mad.” She sobs, hand covering her mouth.

“What?” He stops in the hall. “Why would I be mad?” 

“I know you didn’t-”

“Babe it takes two to tango, I know the risks of our physical activities.” He smirks, biting his lip. “Where are you?” 

“I’m in a Target parking lot. I just bought the test. I’m about to go home.” 

“Okay,” He rushes to the parking garage. “Don’t take the test without me. I want to be there. Okay? I’ll meet you at home.” 

“Connor, you have practice.” 

“I have a short break between class and practice, it’ll be okay.” Practice was the last thing on his mind right now. 

“No Connor.” She argues.

“I’m not going to practice until I find out. I’ll meet you at home.” 

“Con-” She stares at her phone like it’s foreign when she realizes that he’s hung up on her. 

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She pulls into the locked underground parking of their apartment, spotting him leaned against his car. She’s grumbling under her breath as she gets out. 

“Connor David it is a 20 minute drive from campus, we got off the phone 8 minutes ago.” She slams her car door, glaring at him.

“I needed to be home.” 

“You could’ve been pulled over or in an accident, there's no way you made it here without going at least 70.” 

He just shrugs, turning and walking to the elevator that will take them up to their apartment floor. 

“Connor you need to go to practice.” She gripes as they wait together. 

“I know!” He looks over at her with a stern look. “But I’m finding out first.”

The rest of the wait for the elevator is silent, and when machine beeps they both step through the opening doors. She stands against a wall, him the other. It’s dead silent, and the tension is thick. 

“Talk to me.” He whispers, reaching his hand out for hers. 

He laces their fingers together, tugging her into his body, wrapping his arms around her waist.

“I just don’t want you to be mad.” She mumbles into his chest.

“Hey,” He squeezes her tighter. “I’m not mad.” 

“You just seem upset.” 

“I’m freaking out a little bit, but I’m okay Babe.” He kisses her forehead.

“I don’t know if I am.” She stutters over a breath.

“Then let me be here for you.” He rubs her back as the doors open, leading them down the hall to their apartment door. 

He unlocks the door, ushering her in and shutting the door behind himself. 

They give each other hesitant stares as they walk to their bathroom, he plants a sweet kiss to her lips before letting her head in. 

“Wait!” He sticks his hand into the door before she can close it. “Let me call coach first.” 

“Why?” She asks confused. That’s the last person she would think he would want to talk to.

“To tell him I can’t make it to practice today.” 

“What no! Connor, you’re going to practice.” 

“But I want to be here with you.” 

“You will be, after practice. You’re going, no matter what the result is.” 

“But-” 

“I’m telling you right now, you’re going to practice no matter the answer, or I’m not gonna take this test right now.” 

He sighs, nodding and motioning to her to take the test. 

He bites on his nails as he waits for her. For an odd reason he feels calm. When he thought about a moment like this in the past he felt like he would freak out, that he would go crazy. But right here, in this moment, he knows that they’d be okay. The thought of having a little human, a perfect mix between him and Mia, running around the apartment makes his heart take off in a sprint. 

It really surprises him that he’s wishing and praying that this test comes out positive.

The door opens and he jumps up from his spot on the corner of their bed.

“Well?” He asks.

“Still have to wait a few minutes, thought maybe we could wait them out together.” She nervously replies. 

“Of course, come here Baby.” He opens his arms for her. 

“Don’t say anything,” She nuzzles her face into his chest. “Just hold me and breathe with me.” 

“Okay Baby.” He nods.

So they breathe, in silence, inhaling and exhaling. It’s become peaceful in their room. They’re standing there putting their faith and trust into the other, willing each other to get through this moment. 

Her alarm on her phone dings and makes them both jump. 

“It should be ready.”

 “Okay,” He nods, walking with her to the bathroom. “Do you want me to look or no?” He asks.

“You can look.” She nods, gripping his hand tightly as she picks the stick up off the tub ledge. 

They both look down, scanning over the pink stick. 

“Holy shit.” He breathes out. 

His prayers have come true. She’s pregnant.

[messagefromtheveins]

S.Mendes & Team Masterlist

SHAWN MENDES

Sleepy Mornings

Disconnected

Lingerie (18+)

Rough day

Books, Guitar Lessons and Kisses (college AU)

Sleepless

Date Night

Losing Grip and Sanity (zombie AU)

Big Bad Wolf (werewolf AU)

Stress Relief (18+)

Nights on the Tour Bus (18+)

Jetlag (18+)

High (18+)

Make You Feel Good (18+)

Mirrors (18+)

Fancy Idiot

Drunken Babbles (Are Sober Thoughts)

Small Touches (18+)

Good Morning (18+)  

Afterglow

Late Night Returns

For You

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Multi Chapter Stories

(18+) Neighbors ¦ Part 2 

(18+) Drive ¦ Part 2

New York City ¦ Toronto ¦ Tokyo 

Cold Days With(out) You ¦ Part 2 ¦ Part 3 ¦ Part 4 ¦ Part 5 ¦ Part 6 (18+)

If Walls Could Talk (18+) ¦ Part 2 ¦ Part 3 ¦ Part 4 (18+) ¦ Part 5 ¦ Part 6 ¦ Part 7 ¦ Part 8 ¦ Part 9 ¦ Part 10 ¦ Part 11 ¦ Part 12 (18+) ¦ Part 13 (roommate AU)

Dirty Little Secret (Who Has To Know?) (18+) ¦ Part 2 (18+) ¦ Part 3 ¦ Part 4 (18+) ¦ Part 5 (18+) ¦ Part 6 ¦ Part 7 ¦ Part 8 ¦ Part 9 ¦ Part 10 (18+) ¦ Part 11 ¦ Part 12 ¦ Part 13 ¦ Part 14 ¦ Part 15 ¦ Part 16 ¦ Part 17 ¦ Part 18 ¦ Part 19 ¦ Epilogue- Shawn ¦ Cez (Shawn/Reader/Cez)

DLS Specials - What Happened In Spain (18+) ¦ Heartbeats

(18+) Curious Hands ¦ Curious Mouth ¦ Curious Lips ¦ Curious Bodies ¦ Curious Highs ¦ Curious Interruptions ¦ Curious Talks ¦ Curious Feeling ¦ Curious Waters ¦ Curious Backseats ¦ Curious Eyes ¦ Curious Warmth ¦ Curious Depth ¦ Curious Vibes ¦ Curious Limits (discontinued)

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Masterlist of Prompts

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Requests

Breakdown

Put my mind to rest

Return Home

Study Break

The Art of Screaming 

Reunion (18+)

First Time Insecurities (18+)

Haunted Houses

Not enough

Happy fucking Birthday (18+)

Take a Break

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CEZ DARKE

Be Your Teenage Dream Tonight (18+)

Just The Way You Are

Remember When ¦ Part 2 (18+)

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CONNOR BRASHIER

Sweet Talker

In The Morning

Post Concert High

California Nights (18+)

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Fix This | Connor Brashier

College (B)Romance part 5

A/n: I’d just like to thank everyone for their love and support on this story!  It truly means so much to me!

Summary: Connor is determined to make things right again

Warnings: fighting, angst, and fluff

Word count: 3.7k

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When I get back to the house, I don’t know what I am. I don’t know if I’m hurt or if I’m angry, but the way that I’m throwing shit around and slamming doors and cabinets tells me that I’m angry. But I’m not angry at her. She had every right to be as upset as she is. I’m angry at myself.

I’m mad because I left her. I’m mad because I allowed myself to be insecure about her previous relationships when I had no reason to be. I’m mad because I let her believe that I didn’t trust her, and that’s the farthest thing from the truth. If there is anyone in this world that I trust more than anything, it’s her. So I don’t know why I let this go as far as it did.

“Are you done throwing shit? We’d rather not be fined for fucking something up before we leave,” Brian comes into the room to get another one of his boxes to put in his truck.

I grumble out a response.

“Guess you treat things like you treat your girlfriend,” I hear him mutter and I whip around.

“What did you just say to me?”

“You heard me,” he says, crossing his arms.

“You know what? Fuck you, Craigen. You don’t know anything about my relationship.”

“I know more than you think. Y/n’s pretty talkative when you ask her questions instead of accusing her of shit.”

“You don’t know anything!” I say again.

“You already said that. But guess what? I know more than you do. Where’d you just come from? Y/n’s dorm? Shocked to see that she wasn’t there?”

My jaw clenches as my nostrils flare. “What the fuck do you know about that?”

“Oh, so she wasn’t there, huh?”

“Why didn’t you tell me?!”

“Because I don’t owe you any favors. Did you feel like the absolute worst person in the world when you got there and she wasn’t there? Because that’s exactly how you left her feeling last night. Remember that? You left her!”

“Don’t patronize me,” I step closer to him, my fists clenched.

“Whatever. This attitude or whatever fucking insecurity you have is exactly the reason she broke up with you.”

“We’re not broken up,” I point a stern finger at him, and I’m so close that I touch his chest when I do.

“No? Did you tell her that? Because she said she was done.”

“You’re fucking lying!” I push at his chest and he’s quick to push back.

“Don’t fucking touch me, Brashier. I’m barely above beating the shit out of you for how you treated her.”

“I didn’t do anything.”

He scoffed, pushing me back again. “Yeah, believe what you want. But she still left your ass.”

I don’t even know how we got to this, but now I’m shoving him into his bed and he falls against the couple of boxes that are sitting atop.

“That’s fucking it!” He exclaims and we’re shoving back and forth. Yelling incoherently at each other.

“Hey, what the fuck is going on in here?” Shawn’s voice sounds from the doorway and then he’s pulling us apart just as I’m bringing my fist up. “Hey! Whoa, whoa, whoa! Stop!” He’s pushing me back to my side of the room, and Brian to his.

But we’re both seething. “You’re a bitch, Connor. You can’t stop for one second to think about what you did. You’re just looking for someone to blame when you should be blaming yourself.” Brian fixes the sleeves of his t-shirt. “You’re the only one to blame for her not talking to you.”

“Wait, this is about y/n?”

Neither me or Brian say anything and Shawn shakes his head. “Connor, what are you even doing, man?”

“I don’t,” I stop. What am I doing? I sigh, “I don’t know.” I plop myself down on my bed and put my head in my hands, trying to gather my thoughts. I try to force any and all thoughts of her leaving away, but I can’t. “God, I really fucked up, didn’t I?” I chuckle darkly, running my hands roughly over my face. They come back wet and I furrow my brows at my wet palm, and then my cheeks when I reach up to feel them. When had I started crying?

“I’d love to tell you no,” Shawn says, sitting next to me. “But I can’t. You did fuck up. But that doesn’t mean you can’t fix it.”

“How do you even expect me to do that? She won’t answer my calls. She ready my text this morning and didn’t respond.” I run my fingers through my hair with a frustrated groan. “She doesn’t want to talk to me and honestly, I can’t even blame her. You guys are right, it’s all my fault.”

“You couldn’t have figured that out before you tried to punch me for saying exactly that?” Brian scolds, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Bri, come on. I think he gets it now. You can thaw the cold shoulder.”

“I’ll thaw it when y/n forgives him. If she forgives him.”

“Brian, come on. He’s our friend.”

“So is she.”

Shawn sighs. “Guess I have to be the voice of reason here.” He wraps an arm around my shoulder. “Look, Connor. Y/n poured her heart out last night. Okay? She was hurting bad and she told us everything. Good and bad.”

“There was more bad?” I whine.

“No, that’s not. That’s not what I’m saying. What I’m saying is that with you two, there has been more good days than bad. Granted, last night was really bad. But I could see it in the way she talked about you – even if she was crying through most of it. She really, really cares about you. She may even love you.” I wipe at my running nose with my shirt sleeve. “Why are you telling me this? Is this just to make me feel even worse?”

“No, Brash. I’m telling you this because I think you still have a chance to fix things with her. Do I think that was you did was severely fucked? Yeah, I do. But I also know that it came from a place that you’ve been hiding from her. And you should tell her that. You have to let her in completely, man or this is never going to work. If you just make that effort, I think she’d be willing to give you another chance.”

“I don’t even think I deserve a second chance.”

Shawn shrugs, “You’ll never know unless you ask. So… what’s it gonna be?”

I shut my eyes to think about it, except I don’t have to. I know what needs to be done. “I’m gonna go get my girl.”

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“You’ve reached y/n, leave a message if you want, or text me. Thanks!”

I toss my phone in the passenger seat. It’s been a week and she’s still not answering my calls. The only hope I have that she isn’t completely over me is the fact that it does still ring. She hasn’t blocked me yet.

Maybe this is stupid. Maybe I shouldn’t be doing this and it could completely blow up in my face, but if she won’t answer my calls or texts, I don’t’ see any other choice. I’m going to her. I’m thirty minutes out of her hometown right now. I was calling to tell her exactly that, but of course she doesn’t want to hear from me. I guess a surprise visit is just gonna have to do.

She brought me here once, she had to pick something up from home and she didn’t really feel like making the long drive alone. So I came with, wouldn’t want to do anything else. But standing in front of her house leaves me feeling more nervous than it did that last time. Because at least then I knew what I was getting myself into. Her parents weren’t home and we were just in and out real quick. But this time around? I’m not sure if I’m here as her boyfriend or her ex. I don’t know if her parents are here, if they know about me or what has happened.

I don’t know anything except this: I am here to make things right. I am here to get my girl back, and I’m not leaving here until I do. So I ignore the clamminess of my hands as I pull into her driveway, there’s no other cars except hers and I’m relieved – tremendously so. I’d really rather not meet her parents when we’re in a semi-fight and I have no idea if I’m even allowed to still call her my girlfriend.

I let out a deep breath, standing in front of her door. My hands are shoved into the front pocket of my hoodie and I don’t want to knock, but it’s now or never. So I take one hand out and knock, quickly shoving my hand back. I feel so small standing here. I’m about ready to get on my knees and beg for her to forgive me. Actually, I have no doubt in my mind that I will if it comes down to it.

I’m waiting probably a whole forty-five seconds before the door opens and I’m met with my girl. She’s just as beautiful as the last time I saw her, free of makeup, in an oversized t-shirt (it’s mine, which is another good sign) and shorts.

“Connor,” she crosses her arms over her chest. “What are you,” she looks over my shoulder, “what are you doing here?”

“I,” my voice cracks and I clear my throat, “You wouldn’t answer my calls.”

“Yeah, usually when someone does that it means that they don’t want to talk.”

Her arms are around her middle, defensive. “Baby, I’m sorry.”

“Sorry doesn’t fix anything, Connor.” My name falls from her lips like acid. I don’t like the way it sounds. What used to sounds so sugar sweet makes me want to hide under a rock now.

“I know it doesn’t,” I look down at my feet because I can’t stand to see her looking at me the way she is right now. “I know. I just… I want to explain what happened. Okay? I want to make things better.”

“You think just one single explanation will fix it?”

“No,” I shrug. “But I need you to know why I was acting the way I was. And,” though it will kill me, “you don’t have to forgive me or take me back, but… I just want to talk. Please.”

She sighs and looks down before opening the door wider. “Okay. Fine… Do you want to come in?”

“Uh, I – yeah. Thanks.” I walk in, my hands still in my pockets and stand by the door, waiting for her to make the next move.

“Do you want a drink or something?” she asks, avoiding eye contact with me.

“No, no. I’m okay, thanks.” Wow, my second thanks in just thirty seconds. This is not gonna go well for me, is it?

“Is the couch okay?”

I nod, “Yeah. No, the couch is perfect.” I’m so nervous, it’s irritating. But I don’t know how to act around her anymore. She’s not emitting that light that I love so much. She’s closed off and distant and it’s killing me because I know I did that.

She sits down first, her hands clasped in her lap and I want nothing more than to reach for them to give me even the slightest feeling of calm. But I know that I can’t, so I don’t, and I fiddle with the ring on my finger. The same one she’s played with so many times without even really noticing she does it. “So?”

“I’m sorry,” I say, finally willing myself to look up at her. She has dark circles under her eyes, and she looks so sunken into herself. I don’t know how only a week can take such a toll on a person. But then again, I’m ninety-eight percent sure that I look worse. My hair is probably greasy from running my hands through it the whole ride here.

“You already said that,” she shifts in her seat to sit with her legs crisscrossed underneath herself.

“And if I have to I’ll say it a million more times,” I say, and swallow, wincing at the dryness of my throat.

She pushes her tongue at her cheek and nods, “Okay. Go ahead.”

“I was stupid. Absolutely stupid, okay? I don’t know what even happened. Well, no, that’s not true. I don’t know why I said that. I know  - I know what happened, but I let it get out of control. I blew up and it wasn’t fair to you. I wasn’t even mad at you. I just – I projected.”

“But from what? I told you I didn’t text him back. I wouldn’t do that to you. I’m happy with you. Or was, I guess.”

That cuts just like a knife. Was is not a good sign. Was is past tense, and I can’t, I don’t know how to cope if we’re already a past for her. So I respond with how I view us. And there’s still an us. “I’m happy with you too. And I trust you. I trust you more than anyone else in the world, y/n. I do. I swear to you, I trust you.”

“Then why? Why’d you freak out? What happened that you couldn’t just talk to me about it like-”

“I was cheated on in my last relationship,’ I say quickly, my eyes shutting tight. I don’t want to see her face when it sinks in, especially not when I hear that tiny, almost inaudible gasp that slips from her lips.  When she doesn’t say anything, I continue. “We were together for a while, almost a year. And one day I saw her texts – I wasn’t looking through them or anything. She left her phone on the counter, and I was gonna bring it to her. But then I saw the name and the message was, well let’s just say it wasn’t just ‘I miss you.’” I shake my hair out of my face and clear my throat, “I confronted her about it and she denied it, of course. So, I just ignored it, but I caught her out with the guy about a week later.” I shift uncomfortably in my seat. I haven’t talked about this with anyone – the guys knew about it, but they didn’t know all the details.

“Connor,” she says softly, but I just shake my head and pull on the strings of my hoodie.

“The thing is, we were happy. Or, I thought we were.” I scratch behind my ear. “I thought I was doing everything right, so when that happened, I blamed myself. I wasn’t doing enough. I didn’t treat her well enough. I took the relationship for granted. I don’t know. I made up every possible scenario in my head and every way I spun it, I thought I was in the wrong. I got so insecure. That’s – that’s why I reacted the way I did. That’s why I blew up on you when I shouldn’t have.” I shake my head at the memory, the contrast between the beautiful purple and pink sunset and that god awful, hurt expression on her face mocks me. “That’s why I left when I absolutely knew that it was the wrong thing to do. I saw that he showed up and how comfortable you two were together and I got insecure.”

I exhale deeply, picking at my bitten down nails and press down on the raw skin, trying to feel anything other than fear at this point. Pain, I think, not matter how minscule, would be better than the gut wrenching feeling in my stomach that I have at the thought of losing her. “I know it’s not a reason, but that’s why I did it. I think part of me thought it would hurt less if I hurt you before you got the chance to do it to me, even though I was already hurting. But it wasn’t you that did that. That was me. I projected, and I am so, so incredibly sorry.”

When I look up again, I notice that she’s closer. “Why didn’t you tell me that?”

I shrug and pick at the tiny string that sticks up at the stitching of my jacket pocket, “I don’t like to talk about it. Plus, I guess I just didn’t see a reason to. Although after that, I realize I probably should have.”

She reaches out for my hand but stops before she makes contact with me. I notice her hovering and I flip my hand over to lace our fingers together. I feel myself become lighter at her touch. A sliver of fear escapes my body, and I can allow myself to believe that this isn’t over yet. “You know it wasn’t your fault, right?”

I shrug again, “I guess.”

“Bub, it wasn’t. If you treated her even half as good as you treat me? Then that was her loss.”

“That doesn’t matter. What matters is right now, right in front of me. You. That’s what I’m concerned about.”

“Con,” she looks down at out locked hands.

“Let me fix this? Y/n, please.” I take her other hand, just as soft and perfect as I know it to be and I can’t help but sigh at the contact. I’ve missed it. Missed her. “I know that what I did was stupid. I know it was unnecessary. And I know that I won’t do it again. I never want to see that hurt look on your face again. I don’t want to feel detached from you.” It’s not until I blink that I realize that my eyes have started to water just thinking about the look on her face when I left. “Baby… I can’t lose you. This last week without you? It killed me. I felt like I was missing a piece of me.” I inhale deeply through my nose.

“It sucked for me too,” she admits, spinning the ring on my finger the way I love. “I’m sorry I left without telling you.”

“I understand why you did it. And in some unexplainable way, it made me realize just how bad I had messed up.” I trace over her knuckles with my thumb and just stare at our joined hands for a moment. “When Lydia told me that you left – I’m pretty sure my heart stopped beating. I hated the feeling in my chest at the thought of it. Y/n, baby, I don’t ever want to feel that again. You have no idea how bad it felt.”

“Probably equivalent to the way I felt when you left at the beach,” she says quietly, shrugging.

I deflate and squeeze her hand, noticing now that my hands are warm and a little sweaty. “Yeah, I guess you do know then.”

“Yeah, a little. But, I didn’t do it to hurt you – at least not consciously, I don’t think.” She takes one hand away and I want so badly to reach back for it. I need it to center myself. I need her touch to pull me back just like gravity. But I watch as she tugs at her earlobe and then places her hand back in her lap. “I was just mad, and hurt obviously. I didn’t even know that you had gone to talk to me until Lydia called me. And then Brian and Shawn and I, I felt bad about it.” She nods. “I did. But, I also needed time to figure out what all of this meant for me, for you, for us.”

“And,” I push at my bottom lip with my tongue. “Did you figure it out?” I ask, but I’m terrified of her answer.

“Yeah, I did.”

I nod and wait for her to elaborate She makes me wait for it though.

“Next time one of us thinks that things aren’t going right. Or we’re scared? We need to tell each other. We can’t just yell at each other for no reason. We have to tell each other things. A relationship will not work if we don’t communicate.”

“Right,” I nod, trying like hell to keep my emotions at bay. Although, on the inside, I’m doing cartwheels because she said ‘next time’ which only means one thing.

I didn’t lose her. She’s still my girl. My angel. And I’m still her boy. Her bub.

And that? That is the greatest thing I have ever heard in my life. “So, that means… you’re giving me another chance?” I ask, because I need to hear it from her. It’s not enough to assume.

“Yes, Connor,” she rolls her eyes playfully with a soft laugh and oh god, I have missed that laugh. “I’m giving you a second chance, but,” she pushes my hair of my forehead, her fingers grazing my skin, lighting me on fire. “You have to know that I don’t give third chances.”

I nod vigorously, “I know. I promise, I won’t need a third one. I’m going to be spending the rest of my life thanking you for this second one. I won’t blow it.” With my free hand, I reach forward and caress her cheek. Her head tilts a little, falling into my touch. It’s beautiful, it’s perfect. And so is she. “Can I kiss you now?” I ask, breathlessly.

That smile that I’ve fallen so deeply for is back and she nod against my hand. “I don’t know why you’re not already doing it,” she teases.

And that’s really all it takes for my lips to cover hers in a passionate, needy kiss that she returns with just as much fervor. Her hands now lace in my hair as I shift my weight onto one leg, leaning her back, hovering on top of her. As our bodies shift and press perfectly against one another, all fear I had when I stepped in here dissipates, and it’s just me and the girl that I love.

Now I just needed to find the right time to tell her…

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Is She Your Girl? (College (B)Romance) | CB sneak peek

“Alright, bet. What do I get if I win?”

“What do you want?” She asks, already changing the settings on her guitar.

“Hmm…” he looks over to Brian and smirks. I don’t like that and I know I won’t like what’s about to come out of his mouth. “I wanna take you on a date.”

I growl, and stare down my tall friend. I’m gonna kill him. Y/n looks back at me, her eyes wide in shock. I know what mine will say, so I look down. “Something else,” she mutters. “Please.”

“Alright, alright. Loser pays for the ice cream when we get out of here.”

“That I can deal with. Pick a song, Mendes.”

“You okay there, Brash?” Brian asks a minute after they start their game. “Your clenching your jaw a little tight there,” Brian claps my shoulder but I shrug him off, watching y/n and Shawn together. “Oh. I see. You’re jealous.”

“Fuck off, Craigen. I’m not jealous.” I turn around, moving farther away from them so that they don’t hear us. Not that they’re even paying attention to us.

“No? So then why have you been giving Shawn the death glare since he asked her for a date?”

I face my red-headed friend and exhale deeply. “Because she’s with me.”