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Connor angst where he makes you not feel worth it
Been awhile since Iâve written for Connor, here you go!
Space | Connor Brashier
Connorâs been extremely busy since heâs come home from tour with Shawn. Heâs been almost as busy as he was on tour.Â
Collabing with David Dobrik. Connecting with Madison and planning future projects. Filming a music video with Kygo. Meetings with Shawnâs team about new music and the docu from tour.Â
Youâve seen him just about as much as you did while he was on tour. The difference being, you share a home, and he is actually home. Well most of the time. While with David he hopped a flight to Vegas and didnât tell you until after he had arrived. Heâs traveled to Canada for meetings and to see Brian. Never once thinking to invite you.Â
âIâm busy, what the fuck do you want me to do about it?â He spits, eyes glued to his phone.
You actually wonder if his eyes are still blue, because you canât remember the last time he looked up from his phone long enough for you to be able to focus on the color. Soon they have to turn into a screen themselves right?Â
âTake a break? It is a human thing to do.â You mutter, washing up the dinner dishes.Â
âI donât need to though. Youâre just being fucking needy.âÂ
You look down into the sink, swallowing back the tears trying to escape you. Heâs been so moody lately, and you think itâs because he spends all of his time in front of a screen. It has to pent up some energy there, cause mood changes. You just happen to be the constant in his line of fire.Â
âNo response?â He snides, standing up, thumb tapping at his phone rapidly. âCool.â He rolls his eyes, turning and walking out of the room. You stare after him, shaking your head.Â
What were you still doing here? He obviously doesnât seem to want you anymore. You can not pinpoint the last time you remember being in bed together at the same time. Or when he touched you last. Heâs constantly telling you that you bother him, and get in his way. Now suddenly youâre âfucking needyâ for simply wanting to know if heâd be home this weekend. It wasnât like you were sticking your plans on him, you literally just wanted to know.Â
You set the plate youâre holding down, turning the sink off before drying off your hands. Youâre over it. At this point youâre more hurt in this relationship than you are happy, so why were you fighting when he isnât. Youâre actually just fighting against him, and youâre tired.Â
You pass his office, noticing he left the door open for once. What you donât see is how he leans over to see you from around his monitor screen. His brows furrow when he watches you wipe your cheek.Â
He listens as you reach into the closet and pull your luggage out. He goes back to what he was editing, that is until you walk past again, this time pulling your suitcase behind you.Â
His heart stops, and suddenly he canât remember what you said to him during dinner. He canât remember how he responded. So he gets up, walking into the hallway as you head to the bedroom.Â
âWhat are you doing?â He asks harshly, stalking after you.Â
You donât respond, you just lug the suitcase up onto your once shared bed. He appears in the doorway when you flip the top up and open. He crosses his arms and leans against the doorframe.Â
âAre you going on a trip?â He asks, voice so detached almost as if heâs annoyed.
You ignore him, and the sharp pain ripping through your chest as you think about no longer being with him. You turn and open your drawer, pulling out all your panties and bras. You dump them into the bag and turn back for your next drawer.Â
âGonna be gone long enough to need all of those?â He snickers, walking forward and sitting on the bed next to your bag.Â
You turn back, and almost stop at how close he is, but continue with all your camisoles and sports bras in hand. You settle them in the bag and make sure thereâs room for your shirts and pants, as long as you have the things you need for work this week you can then have the time to figure out how to come back to get the rest of them.Â
His face scrunches as he watches you grab every shirt from your shirt drawer, leaving it empty as you hip check it closed. It all starts to click in his brain when you reach for your jeans.Â
âHey,â He says, looking down into your bag and then back up at your heartbroken face. âWhatâs happening?â He says quickly, reaching for your hands. âWhat happened? Is everyone okay?âÂ
It hurts you even more that he thinks youâre packing because someoneâs hurt and needs you. Not that youâre hurt and donât need him anymore.Â
You still wonât speak to him as you throw a few pairs of shoes into the bag, turning for a few books.Â
âBabe, whatâs happening? Talk to me.â He stands, panicking a little. Watching you reach for your books tells him something is seriously wrong. âWhere do we need to go? Your Moms? Grandpa?â He flounders, opening his closet and pulling a bag out as well.Â
âNo Connor,â You croak. Stopping him in his tracks. âYou donât need to go anywhere, I do.âÂ
âI canât come?â He asks, stare going hard.Â
âNo.â
âCare to explain why?â He sets his hands on his hips.Â
âBecause Iâm leaving.âÂ
âYouâre leaving?âÂ
âIâm leaving you.â You look up at him from under your lashes, scared of his reaction.
âWhat?â He breathes out, voice so low that if you werenât so accustomed to everything about him you probably wouldnât have heard it.Â
âI canât do it anymore.âÂ
âWhat do you mean?âÂ
âYouâre unhappy.âÂ
âWho said that?â He raises his voice, hands going to his hair. You flinch at the movement and turn to keep grabbing things, like your phone charger.Â
âYou did.âÂ
âNo I didnât.âÂ
âYou did Connor, earlier when you called me fucking needy. Yesterday when you told me I was bothering you. Last week when I was âin the wayâ while you were setting up to edit. When you stopped coming to bed. When you started traveling and saw what your life could be. What your life should be. When you realized that I hold you back from what you want.âÂ
âThatâs not fucking true, youâre what I want.âÂ
âNo Connor Iâm not. And youâve made that blatantly clear. So just give me a few minutes to get some essentials and Iâll be out of your way for awhile. And the next time you go out of town, probably this weekend, Iâll come back and get the rest of my things and youâll have what you want. You just have to give me a little time to pack up my life.âÂ
His eyes are watering with tears, heart breaking at the fact that he actually made feel like he doesnât want you.Â
âNo, I donât want that. I want your life, here, with me. Please, donât do this.âÂ
âYouâll be okay,â You sniffle, turning and jumping at how close he is now. Practically chest to chest. âMe? Iâll learn to be okay, I love you Connor. And if I donât make you happy anymore then I love you enough to let you go so you can be.âÂ
âStop, please.â He sobs, âI donât want that. I want you, you make me so happy. Iâm living the best life I could because I have you. I didnât mean any of those things. Iâve been stressed out, and so overworked. I donât even remember saying those things. Please let me make it better.âÂ
Your shoulders slump as you look at him. Heâs crying in a way youâve never seen before. Youâve been together for years, tears in front of each other have occurred. Usually for him itâs one of two cries. Hold me Iâm sad, or, Iâm not crying thatâs dust in my eye. This though, this is a desperate cry. Itâs like he canât wrap his mind around whatâs happening. Heâs sobbing, canât catch his breath as he babbles on and on.Â
âI love you, I love you so much. Please, please donât do this.âÂ
âConnor,â You coo, bringing a hand to his chest to get him to sit. He wraps his arms around your waist, never wanting to let go. âYou need to calm down.âÂ
âI canât, I mean youâre leaving me.â He hiccups, rubbing his face on your stomach, leaving tears stains on the fabric of your shirt.Â
âI think we need a break.âÂ
âNo.â He whips his head up. âWe promised to never do that, we promised.â He whines.Â
âWe were different when we promised that.âÂ
âHow? How were we different?âÂ
âWe were in love then.âÂ
His whole world crumbles around his, you watch every muscle in his face frown. âWeâre not in love?â He wails.Â
âI love you Connor, and I know you love me. But weâre not the same couple we used to be. We donât try anymore. If you can count this as a hug then I think this is the 2nd time youâve hugged me since youâve come home. We donât try and fight for the other any more. We donât try to flirt or really show our love because weâve become reliant on the fact that we do love each other. While what we need is to show the other we care. Iâve failed too, itâs on the both of us. So letâs take some time, give some distance and see if we can find that couple again.â
âI donât want you to leave, Iâll stay in the guest room if you want space. Just donât leave.âÂ
âNo Connor, we need more space than that.âÂ
âPlease, Iâll make it better just donât leave.âÂ
âIâll call you in the morning, before I leave for work.â You sigh, prying his hands off and reaching for your suitcase. After getting it zipped up and back on the ground you feel his hand wrap around your wrist.
âLet me take you out tomorrow. A date, like we used to. Let me make you fall in love with me again.â He pleads.
âOkay,â You smile, nodding at him.Â
He hesitates, but leans closer. âCan I kiss you?â He whispers.Â
You contemplate it, but in the end know you need him too. So you nod and hold back your own cry when his lips touch yours. Itâs a kiss you havenât had in awhile. Itâs soft, and slow. Needy and desperate, but all the love you havenât felt in so long.Â
You havenât even left yet, but the space is working. You know youâll be back in this room soon enough. This time with your lover with you.
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Doubts
This is heavily unedited, but I needed to post something. So here you go!
You were having an insecure moment. It stemmed from the dream you had last night while you slept alone in his bed for the second night in a row. This dream leading you to have insecure thoughts and doubts about what Connor was feeling.
Connor was CEO of his Production Company and lately, after having produced one of the biggest names in the music industry documentary, business was booming. With interest and projects rapidly flying through his office Connor has become extremely stressed and busy. He canât even remember the last time he truly had a down moment, with himself or spent with you.Â
His new assistant Sam has slowly become your best friend. With the amount of times youâre in contact with Sam to figure out Connorâs schedule, and see if you can talk to him between meetings, or the times Samâs called you for Connorâs holiday schedule.Â
Everything in Connorâs world seems to be growing and moving a thousand miles a minute, while youâre at a standstill in the corner. Youâre in a small selling slump at work. Itâs slowly getting closer to holiday time which means every now and then your store has a big sale, but itâs still pretty slow.Â
You woke up from your nightmare last night still accompanied by cold sheets. It was almost 4 am and Connor still hasn't come home. Sam had called you earlier telling you that Connor should be off at a decent hour and Connor would like for you to be at his place. You werenât shocked by 11 pm that you were still alone and getting ready for bed.
Your nightmare consisted of Connorâs newest client Madison, the most perfect girl youâd ever seen, and him having some sort of attraction which was causing his late nights. This girl was everything you felt you were. She had the perfect âBarbieâ face, skinny body, long legs, long straight hair. When you saw a picture of her and Connor gushing about the music video she wants him to shoot and produce you had a moment of jealousy that you quickly pushed to the dark side of your brain. It seems thatâs where you dreams are held, because itâs all youâve been able to see lately when you shut your eyes for the night.Â
It seems to be the only dream you can dream when your at Connorâs. Leading you to just stay awake for the rest of the night not wanting to have any visions of Connor with any other girl, dream or not. It broke your heart more and more and slowly made you question everything.Â
So for a change, and a test in your theories, you headed back to your own apartment after work. Dragging your tired body into the cold home, shivering as you flip the heat and light a candle.Â
You had done a lot for the night by the time you were ordering pasta and waiting on your delivery. You completed laundry, dishes, cleaned up the bathroom, changed your sheets and reorganized your lotions and perfumes into a cute little display on top of your dresser.Â
You jumped a bit as your phone started ringing disturbing the nice silence you were in. You picked up the device, shocked to see that it was Connorâs name running across your screen. He hasnât called you in days, usually making Sam do it for him. You actually havenât spoken to him at all today, and it was just then that you noticed that you hadnât. No texts, no voicemails, no stupid memes through Insta.Â
âHello?â You answered, weary that he might just be butt dialling you.Â
âBaby?âÂ
âUm yeah?â Your brows furrowed.
âWhere are you?â He asked.Â
âHome?â You responded, confused at his sudden interest.
âNo, youâre not here.âÂ
âIâm at my home.âÂ
âDid Sam not call you this morning?âÂ
âHe did.â You nod, remembering Samâs call about Connor wanting you to be at his tonight.
âSoâŠ?âÂ
âWell it wasnât the first time Iâd had that request this week, and frankly I didnât believe him when he said youâd be off at a decent hour.âÂ
Connor doesnât respond for a moment, and you bite your lip nervously while you wait.
âCan I come over then? Iâm off tonight, and I wanna see you Baby. I missed you.âÂ
âUm sure, if youâd like.âÂ
âIâd love to.â You feel like you can hear his smile. âHave you eaten? Can I bring you dinner?â
âI ordered pasta, it should be here soon.â
âOh.â He responds, knowing that you hate ordering food because you despise the awkward interaction of answering the door and taking your food from someone else. âWanna change it to pick up and Iâll get it on my way?âÂ
âNo Iâm okay.âÂ
Connor stands dumbfounded in his living room. You were at your apartment, he couldnât remember the last time youâd actually stayed at your place, you practically lived with him. You were ordering yourself food, and not asking him to get it for you.
âOkay well Iâll see you 10?âÂ
âOkay.âÂ
âI love you.âÂ
âMhm.â You hung up on him.
Connor stared at his phone in awe when his phone beeped at him and the call ended. He knew something was wrong. That heâd done something wrong, or that you were upset about something and that left him feeling a bit anxious. He wasnât paying attention to what he was packing all he knew was that he was throwing clothes into a bag and was out the door on his way to your place within minutes of your phone call.Â
He actually ended up beating your delivery driver.Â
âHi Baby.â He greeted when you opened the door for him.Â
âHi.â You smiled, allowing him to kiss your cheek and hug you loosely.Â
He watched with curious eyes as you shut the door behind him and tidied up the shoe bin by the door. You were putting a pair of flats away in your closet when someone knocked at your door. Connor answered for you and took your bag of food, paying for it and the tip. He was just shutting the door when you walked back out.
âOh, here let me get my wall-â
âI got it Baby.â He smiled, walking past you to the kitchen to get you all dished up.Â
You watched him as he unboxed your meal, transferring the food from the plastic containers to your plates. He set your food down on the table and held the chair out for you with a cute little smile. You simply took a seat and dug into your food as he sat across from you.Â
âY/n?â He whispered when you refused to make eye contact with him.
âHmm?âÂ
âWhatâs wrong?âÂ
You looked up with big eyes and stared at him. âWhat?â
âWhatâs wrong? What happened? Why werenât you at my place tonight?â
âI wanted to come home.âÂ
âBut, Iâm sorry if Iâm jumping the gun here, but I thought that my place was home?â He asks softly, reaching for your hand.Â
You let him take it, and stare at his thumb that rubs soothingly back and forth across your knuckles.
âBaby?â He whispers.Â
What he doesnât expect is for you to look up with tearful eyes and a deep frown splayed across your mouth.Â
âBaby, whatâs wrong?â He rushes to crouch next to you, holding both of your hands.Â
âI had a nightmare.â Is all you can sob out.
He reaches out and pulls you from the chair down into his lap so he can hold you tightly.Â
âWhen?âÂ
âEveryday this week.âÂ
âOh Baby.â He coos, rocking you back and forth. âWhat was it about?â
âYou.â You sob into his shoulder, shuddering breaths in and out.Â
âMe?â He pulls back to make eye contact with you.Â
âYou-you-you-youâ
âBreathe Baby.âÂ
âYouâ You take a deep breath, âYou didnât want me anymore, you wanted-wanted-wanted- Madison.âÂ
All the wind has been knocked from Connorâs lungs. He couldnât believe what he was hearing.Â
âBaby,â He sighs, âOf course I want you. I only want you. I love you.âÂ
You just sob harder. âI was becoming worried that maybe you were bored, that you didnât want to be with me anymore. That you were staying late at the office because you didnât want to go home. So I thought maybe Iâd just go back to mine so you could finally go back to yours.â
âY/n L/n.â Connor holds your face so you have to look at him. âI am not bored.â He shakes his head. âI want to be with your forever. I was staying late at the office because I wanted to get done with Madisonâs video so I could be done with her business and let one of the new investors take her business.â He explains. âI thought the quicker I could get it done the quicker I could be with you, and you wouldnât have to worry about her. Even though thereâs nothing to worry about. I only will ever have eyes for you.â He smiles, kissing your nose softly. âBaby, if I had it my way there wouldnât be a âyour placeâ or a âmy placeâ there would only be âour placeâ because I absolutely hate coming home to an apartment that youâre not in.âÂ
You pout at him, staring at his eyes, trying to read his expression.
âI want you Babygirl.â He whispers. âIâll only ever want you. I promise you that.âÂ
âYeah?â
âI have-â He sighs. âI have the weekend set up for us to look at houses. It was supposed to be a surprise but you need to know how committed I am to you. I have the first place booked for 9 tomorrow morning.âÂ
âConnor.âÂ
âAnd there will always be an âusâ because the future for us is coming sooner than you think.â He makes a show of kissing your left ring finger.Â
âConnor David.â You sit up straight.Â
âYes maâam, this wonât be bare for long.âÂ
âStop.â You cover his mouth, groaning in disgust when he licks your palm.Â
âIâm just trying to tell you how I am here for you. And how you donât ever need to dream about me leaving you for someone else. Iâm yours, youâre mine. Thatâs all we need to be okay. No matter where we are, what weâre doing, where weâre going, as long as weâre together then weâll be okay. I love you so much.âÂ
âI love you too.â You smile, wiping your tears away.
âIâm sorry I made you doubt that. Iâm sorry that I let you go to bed alone. Iâm sorry that you felt like you couldnât stay with me.âÂ
âItâs okay.â
âItâs not, itâs not okay. Iâll work on making that up to you. Now you need to get and hydrate so I can prove to you all night long how sorry I am and how much I love you.âÂ
âConnor.â You gasp when he lifts you up into your chair and pushes your plate closer.Â
âEat while I get the tub ready.â He grins, leaving a hot kiss to your neck before walking away.Â
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Oooh okay how about Connor introducing you to his friends for the first time and he's really nervous because they could very possibly say something stupid about him and how much he's talked about you lol... also hi, Bre! I love you! đ
hi tori! i love you too! thank you so much for sending a prompt/idea in & hope you enjoy this little blurb!
âBub, will you please calm down? How are you more nervous than I am?â You giggle sweetly, turning to look at Connor and squeezing his hand a little as he continues driving. âTheyâre your friends. Iâm sure that Iâll get along with them so thereâs no need to be worried.â
Connor just shakes his head in response and you catch the small smile thatâs pulling at the corners of his lips. The afternoon sunlight is falling across his face perfectly and you canât help but admire him for a moment. His blue eyes are sparkling, a look of happiness and your heart swells at the sight of him. You have only been together for about five months, but you swear youâve never fallen harder for someone. Something about Connor from the start told you heâs the one.
And you are extremely lucky to call him yours.
Before he can say anything, you snap out of your thoughts and lean over the center console to press a warm kiss to his cheek. Blush immediately spreads over his skin at the small action. He rubs his thumb over your knuckles smoothly, making your breath hitch. The simplest moments like this reminded you how in love you are.
âNo, itâs not that.â He speaks up, glancing at you before focusing back on the road. âThey can just be stupid sometimes and I really have no idea whatâs going to come out of any of their mouths while weâre hanging out.â
You knew meeting his friends for the first time was a big deal. These people mean everything to him and although he promises nothing will change if their opinions arenât good, youâre anxious. Heâs never brought many girls around so to be the first in a long time is already nerve wracking plus they all know when he introduces them to a girl, itâs getting serious. But you didnât expect him to be just as nervous.
âCon, itâll be fine. Nothing they say will make me rethink us or how I feel about you.âÂ
âI hope so.â Connor chuckles softly, stopping at a red light. âProbably gonna get embarrassed like thereâs no tomorrow with all the stories they have of me. But Iâm just a little worried that they wonât take it seriously. Iâve never been more serious about anything in my life and I donât want their silly jokes or stupid comments to overpower the real reason youâre here.â He continues, lifting your intertwined hands so he can press a kiss to yours.
âTheyâll know, I promise. Itâs not everyday the Connor Brashier has a girl meet his friends.â You joke, making him laugh and grin which sends pure happiness rushing through your veins. âBesides, theyâve been your friends for long enough to know this means something. I love you so much.â You whisper with adoration before leaning in and kissing him deeply. Connor immediately responds and the rest of the world falls away for a few seconds.
Suddenly, a loud honk sounds from behind you and you both pull away in a fit of giggles.
âStupid LA traffic not letting me love on my girl.â Connor says teasingly with an annoyed roll of his eyes, but pecks your lips one more time before pressing the gas. âI love you too, more than youâll ever know. And I canât wait for my very favorite person in the whole world to meet the idiots I call my best friends.â His laugh fills the car and you canât help but smile at him.
âNowhere else Iâd rather be.â
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Husbandâs Birthday
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Word count: 2.7k -ish
You shifted from Connorâs embrace as your alarm went off at 7:30am. Looking at the man behind you, you sigh in relief as he remained unconscious through the alarm. You couldnât have him awake at this moment if you wanted the surprise to work.
You pressed a soft kiss to his forehead and pulled the covers over his bare chest before slipping out of bed. After freshening up in the toilet, you grab your phone from the nightstand and quietly left the bedroom.
Thank God Sam and Dylan convinced Connor to go out with them until late last night for his birthday. Connor hesitated to say yes; claiming he wanted to spend the night with you and his girls but you insisted he enjoyed a boysâ night with them.
It was a Saturday morning and while Connor could be an early riser at certain times, you were sure Sam and Dylan tire him out last night and he would be sleeping until late morning unless you or the twins woke him up.
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A Baby Brash Photoshoot | CB
A/n: I know this is a shit chapter, but it will get better! Please tell me what you guys think of it!
Summary: Connor plans a photoshoot for Harley
Warnings: fluff-ish, and implied smut
Word count: 1.1k
âHey guys. Welcome back to our channel,â Connor whispers. âI know this lighting is probably awful, Iâm in my bathroom since Harleyâs still asleep in our room. And she doesnât know weâre doing this today, Iâm hoping sheâll like it.â He clears his throat and cracks the door open a little, seemingly checking on my sleeping body.
âGod sheâs so cute,â he mumbles, closing the door again. âSo, um, anyway. I called my best friend, Sam the other day to see if we could set up a shoot for Harley. Or Harley and me. I just â I donât know. I have pictures and videos of her and of us, but in our time together, weâve never had anyone else take our picture. And I think itâs time for that. So⊠I guess if you want to see us go through this photoshoot then just keep watching.â He snaps his fingers before turning off the camera. âBefore I forget, the word of the day is: flustered. Hereâs how Iâll use it. Harley, my talented, smart, hard working, beautiful girlfriend always leaves me flustered.â
âBubba, whatâs the weather supposed to be today?â I ask, brushing out the tangles in my hair.
âUm⊠not too hot, why?â He comes into the bathroom with a soft smile on his face.
âBecause I kinda just wanted to wear this today,â I say with a shrug. He looks me over in the mirror, my âBaby Brashâ hoodie â two sizes too big â practically swallows me, making it look like Iâm wearing nothing underneath. Which is a shame actually because these are probably the cutest shorts that I own.
He nods, finally. âI think itâs perfect.â
âAre you sure?â
He nods again. âAre you gonna do your makeup?â
I look at myself in the mirror â thereâs definitely some dark circles Iâd like to cover up. âYeah, but Iâll keep it soft.â
Connor hums and wraps his arms around my waist. âNo rush, weâll meet up with Sam when youâre ready. I just want you comfortable today.â
I hum and turn my head to press a kiss to his cheek, âYouâre a precious human being, Connor Brashier. Have I told you that recently?â
âNo, you havenât,â he mutters into my neck, pressing soft kisses to my skin.
âWhat? Connor, you didnât tell me it was a photoshoot!â
âWould you have changed if I did?â
âYes!â
âThatâs why I didnât say anything.â
âBut now Iâm gonna look all gross!â
âHey, take that back! You could never,â he sets the camera on the on the counter behind him.
We lose focus for a second as he crosses the floor, but the camera cuts off our heads.
âYou look like Harley. My favorite girl. You could never look gross,â he mumbles, but the camera still catches it.
âWait, like this?â I lean on one side of the windowpane and point my front leg out.
âYeah, good. Now look over at Connor,â Sam instructs and look over at my boy who is to Samâs right, filming me. And I canât help the smile that takes over my face. When we lock eyes. Iâll never be able to explain it â the way I feel about him. Itâs all consuming, and even now, as Sam is directing me on this shoot, I still only focus on him. He doesnât seem to mind, making silly faces and blowing me kisses, making me laugh out loud and roll my eyes.
Iâm not quite sure if Sam is loving it or hating it because I canât quite focus. I think thatâs why he has Connor telling me what to do now.
âLover, look to your left a little bit⊠Yeah, thatâs prefect,â he says from over Samâs shoulder and you see a flash of light. âCan you put one of your hands in your hair? There we go.â The camera shifts a little as he moves to the side, camera still focused on me. âYouâre beautiful! Absolutely beautiful!â he gushes, which causes my cheeks to heat up.
âConnor, stop!â
âHey, Brash, why donât you get in there with her?â
âWhat? Why?â
âWell didnât you say you didnât have any professional photos of you guys? Letâs do a few. Look the sun is almost at itâs peak, if we head outside, we can get some good ones.â
âBut whoâs gonna film?â
âAlex can do it,â Sam motioned to their friend, and his roommate, Alex whoâs sitting at the desk, watching the photos come through the computer screen.
âYeah, Iâll do it. Con, you take some pictures with your girly friend.â
I canât help but laugh at that. âYeah, Connor. Come take some pictures with your girly friend.â
Connor rolls his eyes, âOkay, fine.â
I pout and cross my arms over my chest, âWell donât sound too excited about it.â
His pout matches mine as he crosses the floor to me (not that you can see it from this angle), holding his hands out, cradling my face. His thumb rubs over my protruding bottom lip and he kisses my pout away. âWe both know Iâm always excited to do anything with you.â
âIf this wasnât a shoot I would tell you guys to get a room because this is disgusting.â
âAt least heâs not sucking on her tongue like last time!â Alex comments.
âHe did not ââ
âWhen did I do that?!â
âWhy are you so defensive? Because you know it happened?â
Connor points a finger at Alex, staring daggers his way. I take ahold of both sides of his face, trying to get him to look back at me.
âBubba, pay attention to me!â I whine from the floor of his bedroom, sitting in front of his full-length mirror.
âWhatâs wrong, Lee?â he asks from his spot on his bed, scrolling through his phone.
âNothing,â I mumble. âJust want kisses.â
He hums, getting out of bed, âNeedy baby.â
I pout.
âOh no, maâam. No pouting here.â He leans down and presses a kiss to my forehead, and then my cheek, and finally my lips.
âAnother one please,â I beg.
âNeedy, needy,â he tsks, taking my face in both of his hands. I hum against his lips and let him take the lead, his tongue rubbing over my bottom lip.
âNow whoâs needy?â I tease, pulling back for air.
âHush up,â he grumbles. âCan I take you to bed?â
I bit on my bottom lip and nod, âPlease.â
He groans, âBegging already? We have a long night ahead of us.â
I run my thumb over his perfect pout. âPromise?â
âOh yes,â he confirms biting down playfully at my thumb, causing me to squeal. âNow, am I gonna have to carry you to bed or will you be a good girl and get there yourself?â
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Check the Crib
You sighed as you flopped on the couch, conveniently on the cushion Connorâs arm was slung over. He grinned, curling his arm around your shoulder and pulling you into his body.Â
âHey Baby.â He whispered, planting a long smooch to your temple.
Itâd been a long night. With Myles catching a cold from preschool and needing constant nose blowing help and wrangling him into taking cough medication, then to Bella having a total meltdown when it came to bed time, you were completely exhausted.
âHey.â You sighed, curling into his warm body, nosing into his neck.
âYou okay?âÂ
âYeah, Iâve just had this headache all day and her screaming for the past hour didnât help.â
âBabe,â He whines, âYou should have told me I would have given you Myles.â He groans.
You smile, kissing his warm skin quickly before resting your head on his shoulder and staring at the TV screen that was showing the basketball game highlights.
âHold on.â He hums, kissing your pouting lips before jumping up and rushing to the kitchen.
You pull the blanket thatâs folded on the end of the couch over to your lap, unfolding it and rolling yourself into it. Connor returns minutes later carrying a glass of water in his right hand, a glass of wine in his left, theres a beer bottle tucked between his ribs and his elbow and you can hear a rattle of something from the pocket of his basketball shorts.
His smile lights up his whole face when you perk up at the sight of him, leaning forward. He sets the glasses on the coffee table in front of you, grabbing his beer before he drops it and setting that down too. You watch as he sits next to you again, pulling your headache medicine bottle from the pocket of his shorts. He shakes out two pills and hands them to you, pushing the glass of water towards you.Â
âYou didnât have to get me these Babe, I was about to.âÂ
âI got it, you handled Bella all on your own the least I can do it take care of you. Itâs kind of my job as your husband.âÂ
You blush at his words, shaking your head before taking your meds. You set your glass of water back down and reach for the wine before he stops you.
âAh ah ah.â He swats playfully at your hand. âDrink all of your water Miss.âÂ
You giggle but play along, âBut I donât want to!âÂ
He smiles, picking up your glass and holding it out to you. âYou can have your wine once you finish your water.âÂ
âThatâs all I get? Is wine?âÂ
âAnd Iâll give you a kiss.âÂ
âDeal!âÂ
He laughs as he watches you chug the water making a show of slamming the glass down and turning to him with puckered lips.
âHoly fuck I love you.â He giggles before giving your very much deserved kiss.
âThanks I love you too.â You respond once heâs pulled away. âCan I have my wine now?âÂ
âYou can have anything you want.â He mutters, grabbing his beer as you grab your wine before settling you back into his chest as he focuses on the the TV again.
Itâs been exactly 20 minutes since you sat down when you hear Bella crying. You whine, turning into Connorâs shoulder. âI was really hoping sheâd be down for awhile.âÂ
âI got her.â He hums, patting your shoulder so he could get up.
âBut Iâm on Bella duty.â You protest.
It wasnât a lie that you and Connor are trying the whole tag team with the kids. Now that you have two your on man to man defense, and if you didnât play that way it could get chaotic and stressful.
âItâs okay Baby, I got her.âÂ
âAre you sure?â
âTotally.â He nods, setting his beer down and standing up to climb the stairs.
âIâm so going to blow you tonight.â You muttered as he walked away. He looked back over his shoulder, eyes significantly darker.Â
âFuck I love being married.â He whispered to himself as he climbed the stairs closer to the blood curdling screams. âBella,â He sighed as he opened the door. âGirly, you making your Mama crazy.âÂ
She calmed a little at his voice but still whimpered as she stood in her crib, tears clinging to her long lashes.Â
âHoney you need to go nigh nigh,â He whispered. âThatâs why youâre crying, because youâre tired.â He reached down and laid her back down in her crib but she started screaming again. âBabygirl,â He shushed her. âIsabella you need to breathe.âÂ
Connor looked around, and then shook the corner of her crib to test how sturdy it was. Seemingly satisfied with how it didnât budge he did the only thing he could think to do. He swung a leg over the rail of the crib and climbed in. He scooted to the side and laid on his back while Bella climbed up on his chest.
âIs that what you wanted?â He asked when she instantly stopped crying. âYou just wanted cuddles from Daddy?âÂ
She whimpered and clutched his shirt but her eyes fluttered closed while she took a few deep breaths.
Connor stayed and rubbed her back, looking up at the ceiling. Before he knew it his eyes were feeling droopy and he let them shut and sleep pull him to his dreamland.
**
You roused from your tiny nap when the news flashed with a weather report. You sat up disoriented, looking around and squinting to read the time on the bottom right hand corner of the TV. How was it 11:57pm already?Â
You leaned for the remote to turn the TV down when you noticed Connorâs full beer still sitting on the coffee table. Standing up you peeked into his office down the hall and saw the lights were off and he wasnât there.Â
âConnor?â You whispered, shutting the TV off completely, heading off to search for him.
You start climbing the stairs slowly, sleep still aching your joints.
You look down the hall where Bellaâs room was open. You tip toe closer and peek inside not seeing him in the rocking chair. You shut the door behind you and continue your search coming up short in Myles room, the laundry room, and your bedroom. You dial his number after youâve checked the entire house and come up empty.
You can hear his âFriendsâ theme song ringer going off and you start walking closer down the hall as it gets louder. Your brows furrow as you open Bellaâs room again, taking a step in this time and finding the most soft thing in the world.
There passed out holding his daughter on his chest was Connor David Brashier in Isabellaâs crib. You snicker lightly as you take a picture and then quickly put your phone away to wake him.
You nudge his arm, trying your hardest not to scare him since he was holding Bella. You caress his cheek, smiling when his eyes flutter open.
âHi Baby.â He smiles, face all sleepy swollen.Â
You coo, âHi Hon.â You whisper.
âWhatcha doing?â He mumbles.
âHoney,â You rub your thumb on his cheek. âDonât freak out.âÂ
âOkiiiâ He smiles.
âYou fell asleep, and youâre holding Bella.âÂ
At this his eyes widen, finally becoming totally aware that he wasnât dreaming. His head whips up as he looks to his chest where Bella is asleep. âOh my god.â He whisper cries. âI canât believe I fell asleep!â He looks to you with horror in his eyes. âI could have rolled on her!âÂ
âYou didnât.â You shake your head, still rubbing his cheek.Â
âOh my-â
âShh, lets get you out of there and off to bed Sleepy Boy.âÂ
He slowly shifts Bella onto the mattress and carefully climbs out of the crib. You take his hand leading him to your bedroom to get ready for bed. When you step into the bathroom you hear him exit the room for a moment. When you start pulling the covers on the bed back he reenters.Â
âWhereâd you go?âÂ
âDouble checking the house was locked.â He hums, sliding past you to check and make sure both baby monitors for Myles and Bella were on. Once heâs checked everything and plugged his phone in he sheds his jeans and t shirt and climbs into bed after you.Â
âYouâre an amazing father.â You rub his back as he tries to get comfortable.Â
âYeah?â He asks softly.
âThe absolute best, I think I completely melted when I found you with her.âÂ
He grins when he feels your arms snake around his torso. He grabs your hand, pulling you closer so your flush against his back. When he feels your bare chest to his bare back his eyes pop open.Â
âAre you topless right now?âÂ
âYeah, are you ready to go to sleep or did you want to....âÂ
He rolls over in an instant, rolling you under him so heâs hovering over you.Â
âFuck I love you.â He grins, leaning down to kiss your neck.Â
This time around, you two werenât interrupted when you needed a moment with each other.
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SD Card
Request:Â Something happening to one of his camera and him blaming you when it turns out to be coz of someone else
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You were the one to put his camera and SD cards away. He had left it out on the bus before he left with the boys to go celebrate a great show in Nashville. You had opted out of going, having a slight headache and wanting to chance to call your mom and not have a bunch of boys talking about bullshit in the background.
So since he knew you were the one to put his things away, you were the first he blamed when he couldnât find the SD card.
âY/n, literally where did you put it.â He groaned.
âI put it in your back, in the little zipper compartment on the side like you showâd me.â You sighed, repeating yourself for the third time.
âItâs not in here!â He snapped.
You looked up from your book, no longer willing to let his frustration roll off you. âWell did you fucking move it this morning?â You spit out at him.
âNo! I havenât touched this bag all day, I havenât touched it since before the show yesterday. So you tell me, since youâre the one who moved it, what the fuck happened to it?âÂ
âI donât know! Iâll tell you again. I saw your camera and card laying on the table when I got off the phone with my mom. I put it away so it wouldnât get ruined or broken when everyone returned. I then set the bag on top of your suitcase so it would be with your things. Thatâs it!âÂ
He rolls his eyes, closing the bag and standing up from the little table. He stares at you on the bus couch, and his jaw clenches.Â
âDo me a favor.â He practically growls. âDonât touch my shit. That was three shows worth of footage that Iâve now lost thanks to you. I canât afford to keep having you ruin things.âÂ
He turns and stalks away as you stare at his retreating figure. Tears well in your eyes, jaw dropped at the words he so easily let slip from past his lips.Â
âDude,â Brian leaned out of the small kitchen, finding Connor throwing some of his shit into his bunk. He turns and looks at you, watching as your cheeks go hot in embarrassment.Â
You stand, reaching for your purse, slipping your sandals on, and walking off the bus with your book and phone in hand. You werenât gonna sit there with the band and crew, allowing them all to stare at you.
âI canât afford to keep having you ruin things.âÂ
Itâs really the only thing that keeps replaying through your head. What else had you ruined? Did you really ruin things for him?Â
Your phone starts ringing and you silence it, not wanting to talk to Brian. You just want a moment to yourself, so you can clear your head and allow his words to sink in.Â
**
Connor stalks down the hall of the arena, angry that youâd lost his SD card, but also angry at himself for the way he treated you. Heâd lost things of yours before an while you had been a little sad and disappointed you never became angry with him. You understood that accidents happen.Â
âConnor!â Shawn calls, rushing to catch up with him. âHey man, hereâs your SD card back.âÂ
âMy what?â Connor breathes out, looking down to see the exact card that was missing in the tattooâd hand.Â
âYeah, I took it this morning to see if I could download and cut a few vids together. Got a call from my Social Media manager this morning. I guess I need to make another post about Tour and I wasnât totally digging what I had prepared.âÂ
Connorâs speechless.Â
âEverything looks great man, youâre really uping your game after every show. Iâm loving all the shots youâre getting.âÂ
With that Shawn walks away, leaving a hollow Connor standing in the hall.Â
**
Heâs been looking for you all day, wants to apologize and hold you, let you cry and maybe even cry himself.Â
Heâs so disappointed in himself, he vowed to always be understanding with you, and at the first moment to prove that he snapped at you, and said things he never meant to say.
You didnât come to the show, and you still werenât at the arena by the time they were packing up the bus. You wouldnât answer your phone calls or text messages and he was really starting to worry now.Â
He kept pacing back and forth, biting at his thumb nail nervously.
âCon!â Brian yelled at him. âShe just walked on the bus!âÂ
Connor looked over, spotting Brian and full on sprinting to the bus in the loading dock.Â
He fell up the stairs in his mad dash to get to you, and he almost shoved Mike into the wall when he found you behind him in the hall.Â
You were messing with your bunk, and when you sighed, resting your head against the ledge he reached out and touched your arm. You jumped, yelping as you stepped back from his hand before peering up at him.Â
Your eyes are red and puffy from the time you spent crying, face a little swollen from the tears, cheeks still wet.Â
âOh Baby,â He cried, wrapping you up in his arms.Â
You were wore out form your day of balling your eyes out. No energy left to fight against his hold.Â
âIâm so sorry, so sorry.â He whispered in your ear.
âIâm sorry I lost your card. I swear I put it in your bag. But Iâll get you a new one. And maybe your right, maybe I am ruining this experience for you. So Iâll look for a flight home tomorrow. That way I wonât be in the way and lose things for you.âÂ
His heart was breaking at the croak of your voice, and the words you were saying.
âNo! Baby no! Iâm so sorry I accused you of misplacing my card. And I fucking hare myself for saying that you ruin things. You donât, youâve never ruined anything. You always make things better, you make things immensely better.âÂ
âI donât, Iâm in the way and I lost your-âÂ
âYouâre not in the way!â He pulls back, hands on your shoulders so you have to look at him. âYouâre not in the way. Ever! Donât ever fucking say that again. And you didnât,â He sighs. âYou didnât lose my card. Shawn had it the whole time. I didnât know he took it.âÂ
You sigh in relief, eyes falling shut. âThank fucking god, I was so scared that it was really lost.âÂ
âIâm sorry.â He whispers, his own tears welling in his eyes. âI hurt you, and I promised never to do that. I wonât do it again, thatâs not a promise thatâs a swear. Iâll make it up to you.âÂ
âThink Iâm gonna stay in my bunk tonight.â You whisper, looking to your bunk that youâve made up with your blanket and pillow.
Since you joined tour youâve crammed into Connorâs bunk, practically sleeping on each other, just to have the time to be with the other, the closeness.Â
âNo, Babygirl, please donât.â He shakes his head. âIâm sorry. It wonât happen again. Weâll talk better next time, weâll work together to solve the issue. Iâll really work on fighting with you and not against you.âÂ
You smile, nodding at the words youâve wanted to hear him say all day.Â
âI still need some time.âÂ
âPlease Babygirl.â He tugs at his hair, breathing picked up and erratic.Â
âGoodnight Connor, Iâll see you in the morning.â With that you kiss his cheek and climb into your bunk, pulling the curtain closed.Â
You hear him take a deep breath and whisper an âI love you so muchâ before he walks away.Â
**
âConnor?â Shawn asks when Connor sits down, head in his hands, tears streaming down his face. âWhat happened? Whatâs wrong?âÂ
âSheâs upset with me.â He cries out.Â
âWhat?âÂ
âFuck I hurt her so bad, and sheâs upset, and is staying in her own bunk. And I donât know what to do to make it up to her.âÂ
âWhat are you talking about?â Shawn moves to sit next to his friend, Brian now entering the room.
âThis morning,â Connor hiccups.
âYeah Dude, what the fuck was that? Iâve never seen you like that? And Y/n? Fuck man, it broke my heart to see her face.âÂ
âWhat are you talking about!â Shawn asks, looking between his friends.Â
Connor can barely catch his breath, hiccuping with each deep breath he tries to take.
âThis morning, Connor couldnât find his SD card.âÂ
Shawn blanches and looks to Connor and then back to Brian.Â
âAnd so he asked Y/n if sheâd seen it since she put his camera away after the Nashville show. She told him that sheâd put it in the bag where he always keeps it but it was gone. Connor asked her like 4 times, and by the fourth time with her having the same answer he like lost it.âÂ
Shawnâs just staring at Connor. âI yelled at her, and I told her not to touch my shit because I couldnât afford to have her keep ruining things. But sheâs never ruined anything!âÂ
âOh my god, Connor.â Shawn tugs at his own curls. âWhy didnât you say anything? Fuck, Connor! Iâm so sorry. Fuck man, if Iâd just texted you I had it or left a note or something.âÂ
âItâs not your fault.â Connor shakes his head. âItâs mine. Iâm the one who overreacted. Iâm the one who hurt my girl. Iâm the one who broke a promise to her and Iâm the one who fucked up.âÂ
Brian and Shawnâs heads whip up when you stalk into the room. You walk to Connor, reaching down and grabbing the front of his shirt, pulling him up and out of the lounge area with you. He gasps, standing to his feet and quickly follows you until you nod to your bunk.Â
He climbs in, noticing youâve grabbed his pillow and favorite blanket. You climb up after him, pushing him around to lay in the position where you could lay on your stomach, head on his chest, right leg hiked up and tangled between both of his.
âWeâll work on fighting with each other and not against each other.â You murmur against his chest. âWeâll work on communicating better and not running off on the other when weâre really feeling strong emotions. You shouldnât have said what you said and walked away, and I shouldnât have run away all day after you said those things. We should have sat down and had a real conversation about how we were feeling and what we could do for the other at that moment. Whether it be give each other space or to work on resolving the issue.âÂ
He hums in agreement, running his fingers through your hair, hoping to soothe you.Â
âIâm glad you found your card, I was extremely worried it was really lost. I wonât touch your things again, without your permission.âÂ
He holds you tighter. âYou have my permission to touch my things at any moment. Thank you for thinking for me when you saw my things laying out. I should have been more responsible and put them away, but thank you for doing that for me. And thank you for letting me hold you right now, I donât deserve you, but Iâm gonna do everything in my power to show you everyday that you mean the absolute world to me.âÂ
âI love you Connor Brashier, we have a lot to talk about and work on, but right now? Iâve been crying all day, I have a headache and Iâm extremely tired. So I wanna fall asleep on your chest and let your heartbeat soothe mine.âÂ
âI love you more, I love you so much more.âÂ
//
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Baby Brash
July 13th, his 20th birthday. That night was the reason why you were here today. If that night wouldnât have happened you wouldnât have peed on a stick this morning, it wouldnât have been positive and you wouldnât be sitting on the bed at your OBGYNâs clinic awaiting for her results.Â
Youâve been best friends with Connor since you both were 7. That was 13 years of friendship. 13 years of listening to him go on about photography, 13 years of supporting him and his dreams no one else really supported when he first got started in high school.Â
It was also 13 years of being asked how long you two had been in a relationship.Â
Girls and boys can be best friends without falling in love. Or well, thatâs what you always said to everyone when they asked. Youâd been in love with Connor since you were 17, but you knew heâd never feel the same, so you kept that feeling pushed way back into your brain.
Connor was there for you through every boyfriend, just like you were for his girlfriends. The heartbreak and the first time discussions after the fact.Â
âAlright,â The Doctor walks in after tapping on the wooden door with her knuckle twice. âSo your positive was correct, you are pregnant.âÂ
You sighed, shoulders sinking. âReally?âÂ
âYep, really really pregnant.â She smiles, handing you a few brochures. âLetâs go over your options.âÂ
You look up with wide eyes, horror running through your veins and emotions.Â
âLetâs not, thanks Doc, but Iâm already attached to this kid, and if you knew the Dad you would be too.âÂ
She smiles, nodding but telling you to take the brochures just in case.Â
She refers you to one of her colleagues whoâs an Obstetrician with her practice and can take you through your pregnancy and birth.Â
You take the information she gave you and leave with a small smile and a polite wave goodbye to her front office receptionist. Once youâre back in your car you let the new totally settle in.Â
You were having a baby, with Connor, at age 19 and 20. Super cool.Â
On Connorâs birthday everything went a little crazy. Shawn threw a rager, wanting to celebrate his newest addition to his team, and his friend who was turning the big 2 0. He flew you out to where they were so you could be there to celebrate and surprise Connor.
Everyone went a little crazy, everyone.Â
Brian was so blacked out that he took Alessia back to his room with him, forgot that he invited her in, and called Shawn from the bathroom freaking out that sheâd followed him home. (Even though we were all in the same hotel)Â
Shawn was the only one that didnât go hard. Knowing he had shows and other obligations like filming music videos and meeting up with Chance the Rapper. He supervised, and not well, but had a blast watching everyone be stupid and make fools of themselves.Â
Connor was a clingy needy drunk, so throughout the night he just became more and more glued to your side. He hadnât seen you in months, and missed you so much. It all started when he wanted to dance to the slow songs with you, hands on your hips, holding you close. You fell into his embrace, missing being held in such a way, and feeling so safe with Connor. He planted a few kisses to your neck, and one just behind your ear learning very quickly that that was your weak spot.Â
After you let out a shaky moan of his name, tucking your fingers into his hair, you were a goner. You both quickly found your way back to his room, falling on the bed nakedly exploring the other between the sheets.Â
By morning? You both swore to never speak of it again, pretend like nothing happened, and move on. Everything was normal, it literally was like nothing happened. He still picked on you, you still gave him shit in front of the guys, but you both were still there for the other in ways no one else could be.Â
You clicked on his contact; âBriâs lil bitch C David BrashâÂ
Brian really changed Connorâs name in your phone to the best thing youâd ever seen, you wouldnât dare change it.Â
âWhattup?â He answered on the third ring, and suddenly, youâre emotional.Â
âHey,â You choke out, looking around trying to distract your brain.
âWhatâs wrong?â His side of the phone shuffles, and becomes marginally quieter.
âNothing,â You whisper, âWhat are you doing?â
âIâm talking to you, tell me whatâs wrong?âÂ
âItâs nothing Con.âÂ
âYouâre upset though, I can hear it.âÂ
âWhen do you come home again?âÂ
âI come home next week, I have to meet my counselor and then register for classes. I get into town on Monday, and I leave Friday.âÂ
You nod, knowing full well he canât see you. âCan we meet on Monday?â
You need to tell him, and you wonât keep this a secret from him longer than you have too.
âUm yeah, I fly in at like 8, wanna meet for coffee and breakfast or something?âÂ
âYeah perfect.âÂ
âOkayâŠ..? Ready to tell me whatâs wrong yet?â He asks.
You sigh, âI should let you go, youâre probably busy.âÂ
âNo, hey,â He protests. âI wanna talk, I miss you.âÂ
You smile, insides running warm when you hear his voice say those words. âI miss you too Baby Brash.âÂ
You can hear him sigh and you can practically see him rolling his eyes. âSo you watched the newest video?âÂ
âOf course I did, got your post notifications on.âÂ
âNo you donât.â
âNo youâre right, I donât, I have Shawnâs on.âÂ
At this he laughs, like a snort and everything and it makes you feel good, to be able to get him to laugh like that again, to hear that laugh.Â
âBrashier, we gotta go!â Brian yells at him in the background.
âYouâre literally standing behind me, why you gotta yell?âÂ
âBecause I felt like pissing you off.â Brian snickers. âWho you on the phone with? Gots a girlyfriend?â Something must happen on Connorâs side of the phone because suddenly all you can hear is boys yelling.Â
âConnor thatâs the fourth girl youâve been on the phone with today!âÂ
âThere is no hot sex going on over here!â
âPASS THE WEED MAN!âÂ
âShut the fuck up!â Connorâs voice is back, âJesus itâs just Y/n, could youâŠ?âÂ
âBut we wanna say hi!â Shawn and Brian whine.Â
You giggle and blush a little at the attention.Â
Connor shuffles the phone, and then you can barely hear him, heâs really muffled but you make it out. âSheâs upset about something, so could you fucking leave for a minute. I was getting her to talk and then you fuckers walked in.â A few seconds later and heâs back crystal clear. âOkay they left, you still there Honey?âÂ
âYou didnât need to kick them out.âÂ
âBut I wanna talk to you.âÂ
âThey just wanted to say hi.âÂ
âBut youâre my best friend.â He whines, âTheyâd steal all your attention.âÂ
âYou need to go, Iâll see you next week okay?âÂ
âOkay, love you kid.â He says softly.
âLove you too Brash.âÂ
**
He walks in, looking all nerdy cute, face down into his phone.Â
iMessage from Briâs lil bitch C David Brash: Im here where u is
âIf you ever looked up from your phone youâd know Iâm here too Bitch.â You say from your table, laughing when he jumps and looks over at you.Â
âYou scared the shit out of me.â He laughs, smiling really wide when you stand and give him a big hug. âFuck I missed you Kid.â He sighs into your neck, letting your scent relax his stressed out mind.
âMissed you too.âÂ
 He takes the seat across from you, thanking you for the coffee you already had ordered and sat in front of his seat on the table. He takes a sip as you take a deep breath and shut your eyes to give yourself that last push of encouragement.Â
âConnor?âÂ
âYeah?âÂ
âIâm pregnant.â You blurt.Â
Itâs then that you realize your eyes are still closed, opening them one at a time to see his reaction. Itâs comical almost, the sight of him, jaw dropped, eyes bugging, body frozen.Â
You give it a moment, a second to really settle into his brain, you needed to do the same when you found out. Hell, youâre still doing that.Â
He clears his throat, shakes his head a bit, but his eyes continue to flare out at you.Â
âExcuse me?â He croaks.Â
âIâm pregnant,â You nod, watching him nod with you. âAnd itâs yours.âÂ
He hums, and continues to stare at you. You take a sip of your decaf coffee, wincing at the weird taste.Â
âFuck man, I donât know if I can handle 9 months of decaf, that shit is gross as hell.âÂ
This seems to snap Connor out of whatever daze he was in.Â
âYouâre being real right now?â He looks around, âIs Brian here filming me? Is this a prank or something? You got me, you got my reaction, turn it off now.âÂ
You sigh, worried he would think something like that. You just sit there, staring at him.
âYouâre being real?!?â He says with persistence in his voice, leaning closer to you.Â
âThat night we swore to never speak of again? Well, weâll be talking for at least the next 18 years.â You shrug.
Heâs still in shock, just staring at you with a glazed over glance. You just nod and smile a little at him, trying to coax him through his shock.
âI-â He gapes, âUm, we...I...condom!âÂ
You giggle, shaking your head at him while rolling your eyes. âReally? Thatâs what youâre gonna do? Blurt âcondomâ out like itâll fix everything?âÂ
âBut I used one!â Heâs becoming defensive. Snapping at you in ways heâs done in the past when heâs stressed to the brim and canât control his emotions. You can count the amount of times snapped at you on one hand.Â
âTheyâre only 98% effective, if that, Connor. Or maybe it broke or something. It happened, and Iâm pregnant.âÂ
âNo! We canât, a baby?âÂ
You take a deep breath, trying to tell yourself that heâs just in shock and that heâs gonna be happy about this, someday. He doesnât mean the way heâs reacting right now.Â
âHow are you calm right now?â He asks in shrill.Â
âI donât know Connor, life happens. Itâs not perfect but weâll figure it out.â You shrug, raising your voice a little to match his level.
âFucking shit,â He tugs at his hair, face grimancing as he groans.Â
You sigh, grabbing your purse, collecting your phone and coffee and stand to leave. His head whips up when you stand, and he watches as you straighten out your shorts before starting to walk away.
âNo, donât go.â He pleads.
âTalk to me when this settles Connor. I canât be here to watch you freak out. My hormones are all sorts of fucked up right now and Iâm trying to stay positive about this whole thing but your reaction isnât helping.âÂ
He gets up and follows you out of the coffee shop, racing to meet you at your car before you can leave.Â
âWait, talk to me, please.â He blocks your door so you canât close it.Â
You look up, tears in your eyes that tear his heart apart. âWe really did turn into Ross and Rachel huh? Just like everyone said throughout high school. Except we wonât end up together, weâll always be the Ross and Rachel before they got together.âÂ
He shakes his head, âIâm your lobster.â
**
Connor sits on your couch three days later. This was the first chance heâd been able to actually come over, any other conversations have been over the phone or text message since your meeting at the coffee shop.Â
Itâs kind of awkward, the both of you sitting in silence as you try to not bring up the elephant in the room.Â
âIâm sorry,â You clear your throat, wincing as you lean forward and start this conversation. âIâm sorry that I up and left you on Monday. That wasnât cool. I dropped a big ass bomb on you, something we would have never expected in a million years, and then just got up and left you alone. My hormones are whacked out right now but thatâs not an excuse. So Iâm sorry for being a shitty friend and making you go through that shock alone.âÂ
âHey,â He shakes his head, turning towards you on the couch, scooting closer. âDonât be sorry. I was kind of being a jackass. I shouldnât have flipped out like that.âÂ
You sigh, smiling up at him. âI missed you, a lot.âÂ
His hand falls on top of yours, fingers intertwining. âI missed you so much, you have no idea.â He sighs, letting his eyes rake over you for a moment, imagining what youâll look like with a baby bump. âHow the hell am I supposed to leave for tour?âÂ
âJust go, Iâm not due until May. Youâll be back in December, thatâs plenty of time.âÂ
âYouâre pregnant, I want to be here for appointments, picking out and setting up the crib, cravings, all of it!âÂ
You smile, reaching over and caressing his cheek. âThen talk to Shawn, sit down with Cez, explain it to Brian because heâll lose his shit if you leave him without a solid reason behind it. Weâll figure it out, and make do.â You shrug.
He nods, leaning into your hand a little. âYou always make everything better.âÂ
âThatâs because I know you Connor David,â You tap his cheek twice, âI know how to handle you.âÂ
He grins, rolling his eyes before flopping back into the corner of your couch heâs claimed as his. âHave you told your mom yet?â He asks, throwing your fluffy white and black throw blanket over his lap.Â
âNo,â You sigh, kicking your feet up and relax across from him on your sectional. He smirks as you take a breath, reaching over and grabbing your feet to give you a foot massage. âWhat are you doing?âÂ
âGotta get used to pampering you, might as well get a head start.â He murmurs. âAre you scared to tell your mom?â Â
âI mean not really. Itâs not the ideal situation I was hoping for when I thought about having kids. But like, I canât complain. Iâm honored to have your kid Con, I think I got lucky when it comes to the baby daddy part of this.âÂ
He tilts his head, looking over at you with a blush on his cheeks.Â
âI guess you could say I got pretty lucky with the baby mama part.â He mutters, watching you from under his lashes, grinning when you roll your eyes and throw your head back to hide the apparent blush forming across your cheeks.
**
Your guest bedroom that once used to be your small library and office area has now been bombarded with camera gear, a full sized bed covered in basic grey sheets and a black comforter.
Connor spoke with Shawn and Cez the first chance he had when he got back to tour. He explained the situation, as awkward and unexpected it is, and expressed his need to be home more for you and his unborn child.
Both were very understanding to him and his needs, granting him a week off a month ensuring that heâd still be able to get enough footage but also time at home. It also gave Shawn and the crew a moment of peace and not having to worry about cameras so much, not that Connor is like the crazy paps.Â
But now that Connor will be home once a month it made sense that he move into your spare room instead of having to stay with his parents or pay for a place he really wouldnât see all that often. It was the perfect set up, to be there and help you when you need it.Â
You two were still adjusting to living together, or with another human (of the different sex).Â
You walked into the apartment from class, stopping short when the first thing you saw in your kitchen was Connor, in only his black Calvins.
âBro,â You shield your eyes setting your backpack on your bar stool, âCan you wear pants?âÂ
Connor looks over at the sound of your voice, a slice of cheese between his fingers, munching on a bite. He looks down, and then back up to you holding a hand over your eyes.Â
âIâm in boxers, Iâm not naked.âÂ
âNo one wants to see your dick though,â You shake your head, grinning as you say, âBeen there, done that.âÂ
He chuckles, leaning closer to you and peeling your hands away from your eyes so you can see his smug smile. âYou werenât complaining then.âÂ
Your jaw drops and you blush as he raises an eyebrow at you. âWell,â You stutter, âI mean,â He smiles, getting the best reaction out of you. âShut up, go put clothes on!â You smack his arm shooing him to his room.Â
**
You both were getting really good and creative with ways to hiding your pregnancy. The only people who knew were the team, and family. Not even friends from your high school knew.
The issue with hiding this was the fact that Connor was gaining a lot of attention from Shawnâs fans. You didnât blame them, no matter what brought them to become a fan of his, it at least brought more attention to his work and was getting him that much more popular. This just meant that you had to take hiding your pregnancy to a whole new level.
For a while you were able to just wear some big sweatshirts to cover the smallest bump you had. When sweatshirts werenât able to work so much you then resorted to really flowy shirts and a big purse you could always swing in front of your belly.Â
There was even one time that Connor and the whole crew were in town. They had invited you to lunch since no one had seen you since Connor told everyone. But at the end of lunch the manager came to tell the group that the paparazzi had followed Shawn and his own lunch date.Â
You were panicked while everyone just rolled their eyes and grumbled about how someone had probably called them so pictures of Shawn and his date could be taken. You looked to Connor and gulped as he laughed with Brian about a meme he was showing him.Â
âY/n, you okay?â Shawn asked from across the table.
He was always so kind, and it boggled your mind how he could always see everyone, even when there were thousands in front of him, he could see everyone and notice every mood change.
Connor looked over after Shawnâs question and noticed your worried expression.
âUm, Iâm,â You looked down at your shirt that very clearly showed off your small baby bump. âWe havenât told-â
âOh shit,â Connor mumbled now noticing what you were referring too. âFuck theyâre gonna get pictures of us.â He looked to Shawn.
âI totally forgot,â Shawn rubs his forehead. âIâm so sorry you guys.âÂ
âDo you have anything to like hide behind?â Brian asked.
âNo, I didnât bring a jacket because itâs so nice out.â You shake your head.Â
âActually,â Connor cringes, looking at Josiah. âDo you still have your pocket reflector?âÂ
Josiah nods, handing it to Connor.Â
âWeâll head out first, and then you guys go with Brian and maybe theyâll wonât pay you much attention. Weâll take a walk down the block or something.â Shawn stands, giving you an apologetic smile before walking out with his date.
You look to Connor and Brian as Connor is unfolding the reflector that creates a decent sized circle. You just laugh out loud when he offers it to you.Â
âWhat?â He asks.
âWhat the fuck am I supposed to do with this?â You laugh taking it from him. âIt definitely doesnât look like Iâm hiding anything.â Youâre sarcastic tone makes the boys chuckle.Â
âHere,â Brian hands Connor an old disposable camera. âPretend like youâre taking my picture as we walk to the car so it looks like sheâs actually using it.âÂ
You just laugh harder and so do the boys at this elaborate plan to cover your pregnant belly.Â
**Â
At 5 months your little one is now starting to move. Youâre really uncomfortable at the moment, in the stages of dealing with pregnancy and the symptoms.Â
Tonight is no different, if anything, itâs worse. Baby Brash (literally) has the hiccups and itâs causing your belly to move every 30 seconds or so. So sleeping at the moment isnât a reality. Finding a comfortable spot to fall asleep isnât a reality either.
iMessage from Papa đ¶: Stop moving, I can hear your bed springs, lord help our child when you get laid.
You rolled your eyes at Connorâs message. He changed his name in your phone when he finally saw what you had him under. He even changed your name in his phone to âMama đ¶â with the baby emoji.Â
iMessage to Papađ¶ : Tell your child to stop moving so much then
You watched as he read the message, but frowned a little when he didnât start responding. You jumped when your bedroom door creaked open, revealing Connor in a worn white t shirt and plaid pajama pants.Â
âHey you,â He crawls into your bed, shuffling under your covers with you. âHey Kid,â He smiles, leaning down to plant a small kiss to your belly. âStop moving in there so Mama can go to sleep. Sheâs keeping me up because youâre keeping her up.â
You roll your eyes again, glaring at him. âReally?â
âYou told me to tell the kid.â He shrugs.Â
His hands have found their way to your belly, rubbing soothing circles in hopes of calming his baby down and lulling you to sleep.Â
You sigh and let your eyes flutter close.
âWhat hurts tonight?â He whispers.
âMy hips and back.âÂ
âRoll to your side for me.âÂ
You do as told, and moan a little when he starts massaging at your tender hips. Your lower back is so tired and your hips are sore.Â
He keeps rubbing and tracing designs on your skin until your breathing evens out. He rolls away a little to go back to his room before your rolling towards him, and resting your head on his chest.
âDonât go.â You whine.
**
His whole life flashed before his eyes when he got the call. His whole life.Â
Thatâs the only words running through his mind.Â
His whole life.
âWhat did she say?â Brian as he drove to the airport.Â
âShe said that she was being transported to the hospital and because sheâs pregnant they wanted to take her in for more testing just to double check that everything was okay.âÂ
âAnd what happened again?âÂ
âShe was driving home from work, her light went green and she proceeded through the intersection when some dipshit in a fucking truck ran the red and hit the back of her car, sounds like itâs totaled but luckily he just hit her trunk, so she wasnât hurt to much.âÂ
âSheâs okay though right?â Brian asked again.
âAs far as I know, but Iâll keep you updated. Just tell everyone else for me okay?âÂ
âOf course man. Just go take care of her and that Baby.âÂ
Connor takes a shaky breath as he looks out the window.Â
âConnor,â Brian said, surprising him by using his full name. âYou need to breathe.âÂ
âMy whole life was in that car Brian, my whole life was sitting in the driver's seat of that car, and-âÂ
âYou need to breathe Connor.âÂ
âIâm trying!â He snaps at Brian, âBut Iâm freaking out! My girl and our baby were in an accident today and Iâm not there with them! So please forgive me if Iâm a little scared and panicked.âÂ
âI know you are, you just gotta stay calm. Positive thoughts lead to positive outcomes.âÂ
âYou really need to stop doing that weird fucking yoga thing with Shawn. Itâs changing you man.â Connor jokes, trying to lighten his own mood.Â
**
By the time Connorâs landed youâre already home and resting. He bursts into the apartment like a bat out of hell, slamming the door and flipping the lock before throwing his bag to the ground and racing to your room.
âJesus, be a little louder why donât you.â You comment when he falls into your room.
âAre you okay? What did the doctor say? Is our Bean okay?â He throws himself onto your bed, hands instantly searching for your ever growing bump.
âWeâre okay.â You whisper, threading your fingers through his hair to calm him down. âI told you we were fine and that you didnât need to come home.â
âRight,â He scoffs. âLike I was just gonna stay miles away from you after youâve been in an accident.âÂ
âBut weâre okay! Youâre parents, my parents, our siblings, everyone was there with me. Really weâre okay.âÂ
âOkay, okay.â He nods, laying down with his head beside your big belly, rubbing and tapping at it, smiling when he feels a few kicks. âMy Bean is kicking?â He looks up at you.
âYeah, has been for a week or so.âÂ
âWhy didnât you say so?âÂ
âWell,â You frown, looking away. âTo be honest I planned on pretending that the first time Bean kicked when you were home next was the first time so you didnât feel like you were missing out on anything.âÂ
Connor smiles at you, shaking his head and leaning up to plant a kiss to your cheek. âThank you for planning to lie to me.âÂ
You giggle, before shifting to sit up more. You reach for the papers on your bedside table and hand them to Connor.
âWhatâs this?â He asks, looking down. His face falls, frown dropping his lips eyes looking up at you. âWhat is this? Why are you handing me this?â
âI think we need to talk about it.â You shrug.
âNot right now.âÂ
âConnor this is serious, itâs not just us anymore. Weâre having a kid, we need to have a Will drawn up.âÂ
âI understand that, but I donât wanna talk about it right now.âÂ
âConnor, in the event that something happens to one of us, we need to know what the other wants.âÂ
âStop, stop, stop talkinâ like that!âÂ
âConnor,âÂ
âPlease,â He tugs at his hair, âPlease not right now. I understand we need to know, I get that and weâll have it drawn up but I donât want to talk about it right now. All my nightmares came true today.â He looks at you with sad eyes. âI havenât told you this, but lately Iâve been having a few nightmares that something happens to you and our Bean, and Iâm not there to help you or protect you.â He shakes his head, eyes squeezed shut. âAnd that happened to me today. You both were in an accident, and I wasnât here.âÂ
âConnor,â You say again.
âI get it!â He snaps. âBut I donât like the thought of losing you okay? Iâm fucking in love with you, and I donât really have you, but I thought I lost you when I got that call. So can we stop talking like this for the day? Please? Please can you give my heart a moment?âÂ
You stare up at him with wide eyes, your heart rate picking up at his words.Â
âYouâre what?â You whisper, caressing his cheek.
âHuh?âÂ
âYouâre in love with me?âÂ
His eyes go wide in panic now that heâs realized what heâs said.
âAre you being serious?â
âYeah?â He nods.
âWhy havenât you said anything!â You slap his arm.
âI donât know, you never-â
âIâve been in love with you since Junior year!â You keep slapping his arm.
âStop hitting me!â He grabs your hands, interlocking your fingers.
âYou never said anything!â âNeither did you!â He responds.
**
Things were different now, you still hadnât really said officially what you two were now, but it was this weird in between stage of best friend and boyfriend.
He would kiss you sometimes, and always hold your hand, heâd even let a few pet names slip, but when asked by others he still referred to you as his best friend.Â
It confused you to no end, because now that something changed heâs moved into your room, claiming that he would just sneak in every night anyway, and now you had room for a nursery.Â
âBabe?â He called from the nursery, seated criss cross on the ground, staring up at the ceiling while waiting for your response. âBABE?âÂ
âWhat?â You call back, walking down the hall to the laundry room.
âCan you bring me a water?âÂ
âReally? You canât get it yourself?âÂ
âIâm building the crib!âÂ
âIâm doing your laundry!â You yell back, leaning against the dryer, rolling your eyes at his request.
âPlease?â He asks softly. When you donât respond he resorts to baby talk he knows you canât resist. âPweety Pwease? Iâll give you kisses.âÂ
You groan, waddling down the hall to the kitchen, grabbing him a cucumber mint flow from the fridge, and grabbing yourself a watermelon lime one. You make your way to the nursery, throwing him the water before taking a seat in the new rocking chair Shawn bought you guys.
âHow you doing there Pretty Mama?â He smiles looking over at you.Â
âIâm tired, and big.â You whine, looking down at your very pregnant belly.
âI think you look really pretty.â He blushes, looking back at the crib.
âYou owe me kisses.â You pout.
âDo I?â He looks at you, âWhat if I was crossing my fingers?âÂ
You gasp, furrowing your brows and crossing your arms across your chest. âThatâs so mean. Youâre pregnant best friend just waddled her way to the kitchen and back to bring you your precious water and you wonât give her kisses like you promised?âÂ
Heâs up on his knees crawling towards you. âGirlfriend.â He hums setting his hands on your thighs so he can lean closer.
âWhat?âÂ
âYou mean my pregnant girlfriend.â He corrects you.
âDo I?â You asked softly, biting your lip as you stare into those blue eyes.
âI sure hope so.â He whispers.
âIs that what I am? Your girlfriend?âÂ
He pulls back a little, brows furrowing in confusion. âWhat do you mean? I thought-â
âYeah me too but then you told the guy at the baby shop that I was your best friend.âÂ
He sighs, hanging his head. âItâs so natural, or I donât know, programmed in my head to introduce you that way. But I thought we turned into something more when we confessed.âÂ
âMe too, but when you did that it through me off.âÂ
âBabe,â He smiles, rubbing his hands up your legs, âWe live together, we sleep in the same bed, we kiss, we love, we laugh, we fight, weâre pregnant.â He letâs his right hand wander to your belly. âI consider you my girlfriend. I hope you consider me your boyfriend.âÂ
âI do.âÂ
âSo then why are you pouting?â
âBecause I really want kisses.âÂ
âOh my goodness.â He laughs, leaning forward to cover your lips with his own. He kisses you deeply, pecking your lips three more times before pulling away. âBetter?â
âFor now.âÂ
âOkay.â He laughs, shaking his head before going back to building the crib.
**
âBoyfriend?â You yell from the bedroom when you hear the door open.
âItâs Boyfriend and his friends!â Connor yells back. âGirlfriend?âÂ
âYes?â
âWhere are you?âÂ
You quickly finish tying the bow to his gift before making your way to the living room where Shawn and Brian are seated on the couch.
âHey!â Shawn jumps up, giving you a hug before looking down to your belly. âCan I touch your belly?âÂ
You laugh a little, âYeah go ahead, thank you for asking.âÂ
âOf course, it would be a little rude to just go ahead.â He says touching your belly.Â
âCan you tell that to the rest of the world?âÂ
âHey Bean!â Shawn says to your belly. âUncle Shawn got you the coolest thing ever!â He says before running to the couch to show you a small guitar case.Â
âShawn you didnât.â
âI couldnât help myself, I was looking for a new one and saw this little thing.â He pops the case open. âIâll teach Bean how to play and everything!âÂ
âThere you are!â Connor smiles when he enters holding three beers and your favorite flow flavor. He walks up to you, planting a wet smooch to your lips before handing the boys their drinks.Â
âI have something for you.â You grin, holding up the little gift wrapped box.
âOh yeah?â He takes it from you.Â
He unties the bow, rips the paper, and opens the box to reveal a small blue Polaroid camera.
âThis is so cute,â He says holding it in his hand.
Shawn gasps and Brian stands up in excitement.
âWhereâd you get this honey?âÂ
âIt doesnât matter,â You wave him off, bouncing on your toes in excitement. âWhat color is it?âÂ
âBlue?â He asks, looking up at you, and then over to the excited boys next to him that are punching the other in the arm.
âAnd blue is for what?â You pull it out of him.
âBlue is forâŠ.â He stares at you, âBlue is for boy.â His eyes light up. âBlue is for boy?âÂ
âBlue is for boy!â You squeal.
âOh my god! Blue is for boy!â He wraps you up in his arms, kissing your neck. âItâs a boy, weâre having a boy!âÂ
âITS A BOY!â Shawn and Brian cheer.
**
You groan in pain as you feel another contraction hit. Youâve been in labor for three hours now and your little boy does not want to come see the world.
Connor tries not to wince or complain about his hand heâs sure youâve severely bruised. He breathes with you through the pain, running a soothing hand over your head and taking your matted hair back away from your forehead.
âThere you go Baby.â He whispers, âYouâre doing so good.â
âI love you Connor David,â You smile at him, âBut I want to fucking kick you in the balls right now.âÂ
He winces at the thought and shakes his head. âIâm sorry Baby,â He looks away. âI wish I could take your pain away, I wish it were me.âÂ
âMe too.â You relax when the contraction stops.
âStill holding your hand?â The nurse smiles when she walks in to check on you. âYouâre better than most Dadâs, they usually wimp out by now from the pain.âÂ
âHe never lets go, no matter what.â You smile up at Connor.
âYouâre my lobster Baby,â He leans down to kiss your lips.
**
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Connor Brashier.
Heâs a very quiet, private, stick to himself, kind of guy.Â
That type of guy with a girlfriend leads to not much PDA, far and few between intimate moments, and small moments of doubt.Â
You know Connor loves you, you also know he shows it in a way you donât.Â
You would rather hold his hand as you walked down the street, leave some passionate kisses on his lips whenever you had to leave his side, or surprise him at work with a coffee.Â
Connor though, took pictures of you in what you thought were your worst moments. Heâd send you pictures of beautiful destinations with no caption, or give you just the slightest smile if he saw you walk in from across the room.Â
He was especially this way on tour, not wanting to seem like he wasnât focused on his job. Heâd walk ahead of you with the group or go out on little adventures for a photo shoot and tell you about it later. To him, he knew you were there. You were a constant in his life of crazy, so he didnât think much about it.Â
You knew that, and you loved him for it, but of course you had moments where you really just wanted your boyfriend to be near.Â
âLook sheâs getting so mad!â You hear Alessia laugh as you walk down the hallway of the venue, hoping to find Connor somewhere. You peak your head in the room and canât help but smile at the laughter spilling out of the room.
âWhoâs getting mad?â You asked, walking in and peering over Alessiaâs and Oliviaâs shoulder to see them watching a video on their laptop.
âY/n!â Alessia cheers, âWeâre watching couple prank videos on youtube, look-â She points to a screen where you see a boyfriend trying to kiss his girlfriend. âItâs the âI canât stop kissing youâ prank, and sheâs getting so annoyed with him.âÂ
You lean on the back of the couch their seated on, to watch the rest of the video and the next one Olivia clicks on after that. Again it was a kissing video, and this girlfriend was much more annoyed than the last.Â
Connor is strolling down the halls, camera in hand, stopping when he hears your voice, a smile instantly spending on his face.Â
âI donât understand why theyâre so annoyed?â You question when the video ends.
âWhat do you mean?â Alessia asks.
âIâd kill if Connor gave me attention like that, so Iâm a little lost at why theyâre annoyed with their boyfriends wanting to kiss them.âÂ
Alessiaâs brows furrow as you speak, sheâs confused as to what youâve said about Connor. She knows for a fact that that boy is obsessed with you, and canât ever get you out of his mind.Â
She reaches back and touches your hand silently, locking eyes with you and giving you a look that let you know sheâs here if you ever want to talk.Â
âSpeaking of Con, have you seen him?â You ask, changing the subject.
âLast I heard he was going out with Shawn and Brian for lunch. I assumed you were going, did you not join them?âÂ
âI didnât know he left, I was waiting for him to see if heâd have a chance to join me for lunch.â You sigh, shaking your head. âI shouldâve texted him.âÂ
Connor stands outside the room watching and listening to you.Â
He looks down to the ground at the disappointment in your voice. He shuts his eyes when he remembers that he never texted you that he was headed to lunch with the boys. And curses himself at the fact that he left you alone looking for him.Â
âDid you wanna stay with us until soundcheck?â Olivia asked, patting the open spot on the couch next to her. âWe plan to watch more âI canât stop kissing youâ pranks.âÂ
âSure,â You smile walking around the couch to take a seat.Â
âIf I had a boyfriend and I walked up and started kissing him heâd better put whatever heâs doing down to kiss me back, Iâd slap all these boys straight up for getting annoyed.â Olivia says as she clicks on the next video.
**
You were already asleep by the time Connor made it back to the bus, it was a driving night and he wanted to make sure all his gear was packed and loaded correctly.Â
When he peaked into your bunk he sighed at your sleeping figure. Your headphones were in your ears, a youtube video playing on your phone. He reached over, stopping the video and closing the app. He smiled at your home screen picture, which was of him from one of the latest photo shoots for Shawn. He was filming the FLOW campaign on the side of the road, shirtless because it was hotter than hell outside, and you had snapped a picture of his side profile as he was taking a picture of Shawn.Â
He looked down at you, leaning down to kiss your forehead, before plugging your phone and wrapping your headphones in a circle so they donât tangle while you sleep.
âNight Babygirl,â He whispers, smoothing your hair out over your pillow. âI love you. Sweet dreams.â He plants one more kiss to your forehead and ducks out of your bunk to let you sleep.Â
He spots Shawn and wanders towards him on the couch, taking a seat and playing with his fingers. âCan I ask you a question?âÂ
âYeah man, whatâs up?âÂ
âCan you explain that whole languages of love or whatever thing to me?âÂ
Shawn looks up from his phone, clicking it off and pocketing it. âWhy?â
âIâm worried Iâm not doing well enough to show her that I love her, and I know weâre different that way. So I thought if you explained it to me I might be able to understand what she needs from me. Sheâs been so understanding with me and my personality, and giving me the time and space I needed. But I want to give her what she needs to you know?âÂ
Shawn smiles, reaching over and grabbing a book from his backpack, handing it to Connor. âRead that, itâs got everything you need.âÂ
**
After reading that whole book Shawn gave him, watching a few of those stupid couple videos you were watching with the girls yesterday and taking what you said to heart heâs got a plan on how to show you he loves you.Â
You wake to him stroking your hair, smiling down at you. âMorning Gorgeous.âÂ
You blush, looking around and then back up at him. âGood morning.â You say hesitantly. âDid we already make it to the venue?âÂ
âYeah, just parked.âÂ
âOh, am I late?â You sit up.Â
âLate?â He asks, blue eyes holding a teasing tone.Â
âYouâre just...â You look around, hearing the rest of the team laughing just down the hall. âAre you okay?â You ask, staring at him.Â
âMâperfect.â He smiles, leaning forward and capturing your lips in a kiss. You kiss him back, but are totally confused.Â
âAm I forgetting an anniversary or something?âÂ
âNope, still have 2 months and 17 days.â He shakes his head, playing with your fingers.Â
You stare at him, one, in shock he knows the exact day count until your 2 year anniversary, and two, at how affectionate he is being on the bus right now.Â
âWanna have breakfast with me?â He asks looking up at you.Â
âUm, yeah, where is everyone going?â You ask, pulling your phone from the charger.Â
âNot sure, thought we could go somewhere just us?â He says, smiling when your head whips over.Â
âLike a breakfast date?âÂ
âYeah, what do you say Gorgeous? Can I take you out?âÂ
You blush again, biting your lip. âAre you sure everything's okay? Did you do something?âÂ
âEverything is fine, just wanna take my girl out, can I do that?â
âYeah, okay. Can I get ready first?âÂ
âYeah,â He nods, pecking your lips. âHurry though.â He kisses you deeper, sighing against you.
You let your fingers thread through his hair, legs wrapping around his waist as he stands in front of your bunk. You smile against his lips when his hands sneak up under your (his) shirt. Â
âOkay, Iâll hurry.â You whisper, smile never fading from your face as you jump from your bunk and rush to the bathroom.Â
**
He held your hand as you both walked to a little cafe down the street. He even twirled you around a few times on your walk, laughing and smiling with you.
He spoke with you about any and everything during breakfast, offering you bites of his scrambled eggs in return for bites of your pancakes. You look like one of those cheesy rom com couples who feed each other and canât stop giggling.Â
He even goes as far to wipe your hands off for you with his napkin, planting kisses on the back and palm of your hands once heâs done.Â
âWhatâs gotten into you?â You ask as he pays the check.
âWhat do you mean?â He hums, leaving a tip and signing his name.
âWhatâs gotten into you? Youâre being, I donât know, youâre being odd.âÂ
âOdd? Odd how?âÂ
âWell I mean, I canât remember the last time you took me on a date when we were on tour. And you, you kissed me on the bus this morning. You held my hand on the way here and through most of breakfast.âÂ
âI think thatâs called being your boyfriend.â He teases.
âNo Con, be real with me. What happened?âÂ
âBaby what are you-âÂ
âYou donât do this, you donât like PDA, you donât-âÂ
âI donât mind PDA.â He lowers his voice. âIâm not a super huge fan of people seeing our personal stuff, but Iâm not against it.âÂ
âPDA is people seeing our personal stuff Con.âÂ
He looks up at you, his eyes darting between yours. âBut you like it.âÂ
You give him a weird look. âPDA?âÂ
âYeah.âÂ
âWho said I liked PDA?âÂ
âI just know that you like-â
âWait, did someone talk to you?âÂ
âNo, I overheard you yesterday with the girls. You made a comment about if I ever gave you that type of attention you could never be annoyed or something. And if Iâm not showing you enough Iâll change that, I love you, and I canât-âÂ
âHey,â You tug at his hand thatâs now clutching his hair, threading your fingers through his and smiling at him. âYou show me plenty.â You kiss the pad of his thumb. âWould I complain if you held my hand while we were with the group, no. Or if you woke me up like you did today every morning, no. But I know my boy, I know how you work, I know how you love.âÂ
âI love you so much.â He blurts. âI donât tell you enough, but I do love you. So fucking much. With my whole entire heart.âÂ
You pout at him, âBaby,â You whine. âStop, I love you too. I know you love me. I know it Bubs.âÂ
âAnd Iâll hold your hand when weâre out. And Iâll kiss you good morning, and good night, and hello, and goodbye, and in the afternoon, and in the arenas, and on the bus.âÂ
âConnor.â You hush him. âYouâre okay Bubbas, I promise. Donât change because of me.âÂ
âChanging isnât a bad thing,â He shakes his head. âIâm still me, Iâm just me loving on you.âÂ
You grin, âQuoting Mendes now eh?âÂ
He gives you a bashful grin and shakes his head. âHeâs a smart dude.âÂ
âHe is, he hired my boyfriend.âÂ
Connor blushes and stares at you. âIâm so lucky.â He whispers.Â
âShut up.â You push his face to the side, spotting the crew walking down the street, Shawn holding Connorâs camera. âConnor.âÂ
âYes Beautiful.â He grins.Â
âShawn has your camera.âÂ
âHe what?â Connor whips his head around to see where youâre staring out the window. His eyes zero in on Shawn, and heâs torn. Torn between chasing Shawn down and taking his precious camera from the clumsy hands Shawn has, and staying with you, his precious girlfriend who he hasnât shown much attention too lately.
He looks back at you, finding you already up from your seat, taking off for the door. He sits for a minute, watching you before heâs jumping up and chasing after you.Â
He catches up, grabbing your hand with his, tangling your fingers together by the time youâve met up with the crew.
âLovebirds! You found us.â Shawn cheers.Â
âCamera.â You demand, pointing to Connorâs camera.Â
Shawn snickers, turning to Brian before bringing it to his eye, snapping shots of you and Connor. Connor blushes, and you hide, trying to turn away from the lens view, hiding yourself in Connorâs arm. He just chuckles leaning down to kiss your cheek and Shawn snaps multiple pictures of the moment.Â
âThatâs gonna be my new background.â Connor whispers in your ear, before pressing his lips to yours.Â
//
Written by: @shawnm521
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Waitin.
You've been best friends with Connor for years. It felt like you two had been conjoined at the hip your whole life, and practically you had been. Lately though, itâs been an adjustment for the both of you, with him touring with Shawn and you going to school straight out of High School.Â
Shawn had Brian on tour, Alessia had Olivia so it was only natural for Connor to fly you out the second your classes let out for summer.
Youâve been with him for a few shows now. Orlando is the next show, and you have a day to yourselves and itâs when you notice that something is up with Connor.
Connor is a quiet and shy kid, always has been. But with you? Heâs more open, speaks freely about whatâs on his mind, and isnât shy to 2 am laughter.Â
Today, after an outing with Shawn at the beach that lasted about an hour for some publicity your noticing that Connor is curled into the corner of the couch in his room, phone in hand, bottom lip trapped between his teeth.Â
You wander over, plopping yourself at the end of the couch where his feet are, nudging his leg to get his attention. He looks up with his eyes only. You both just stare at each other for a moment, communicating with your eyes, and when his start to water a little you stand, pushing him forward by his shoulder so you can slip behind him.
He sighs, turning onto his stomach so he can lay on you, rest his head in the crook between your neck and shoulder. You smile softly when he gets comfy, hands reaching up to scratch his back softly.Â
He hums when you add a little pressure, letting your hands glide all the way up to the top of his head and back down as far as you can reach down his back. He presses a soft kiss to your neck and snuggles deeper into you, letting your warmth and smell soothe his restless brain.
âIâm here when your ready Bubba.â You whisper into his ear, letting your eyes flutter shut.Â
His arms wrap around your waist, locking you closer against him. Itâs like he canât get close enough to you, he needs you wrapped around him, and he needs to be wrapped around you.Â
Your cheeks reddened when he reached back and moved your leg to curl around his. This is such an intimate position, and while this wasnât the first time youâve laid like this, you have feelings this go around that you shouldnât be having for your best friend.Â
Lately heâs been a little clingier, a little touchier, and a little sweeter. Youâve chalked it up to Shawnâs personality rubbing off on him, but thereâs the small voice in the back of your brain telling you that he might feel the same and that he means more than he probably does with these little moves heâs been pulling.
âMy brain wonât stop racing.â He mutters.
âWhatâs it racing over?â You whisper, playing with his hair now.
âYou.âÂ
Your heart stops, and a cold chill runs down your whole body. You gulp and freeze in place.Â
âBrian has a crush on you.â He continues. âLast night, at the arena, when you stopped to say hi before heading to your seats with Manny,â He groans a little, âYou were in that pretty dress, the one I picked out when you were online shopping.âÂ
You nod, knowing what you wore, and smiling at the memory of shopping with Connor over facetime, letting him log into your account on a clothing website so he could pick out some outfits for you.Â
âYouâre so pretty in that dress.â He sighs, pulling back at little to peer at you with those big blue eyes. âAnyway, you left to go to your seats and Brian wouldnât shut the fuck up about you.âÂ
You pull back a little, brows furrowed. âSo thatâs a bad thing?âÂ
âYes.â He drops his head to your shoulder, groaning.
âWow, thanks Con.â You start to shift under him, not grasping what he was trying to say.Â
That little voice in your head telling you that he was into you as well now making a 180 switch and asking you how you could ever think he might like you.Â
The second you start to move heâs reacting, suddenly hearing himself and how youâre taking what heâs just said.Â
âNo,â He holds you tighter so you canât move. âItâs a bad thing because youâre my girl.â He whispers, waiting for you to react.Â
You gasp and look at him, blue eyes bright and staring straight into your soul. âIâm what?âÂ
âYouâre my girl.âÂ
You smile, cheeks pink, body buzzing in excitement.Â
âI almost punched him,â Connor goes on. âTalking about you in ways only I want to do. Talking this game like, âConnor bro Iâm gonna ask her out, sheâs so hot.â Like no youâre not, sheâs mine. And like yeah youâre hot, but fuck youâre gorgeous and beautiful and you deserve someone whoâs gonna tell you that everyday.âÂ
âYou do tell me everyday.â You trace his nose so heâll finally snap out of his rant and realize heâs there, with you.Â
He blinks three times before it clicks, before his brain tells him that he just told you that he has feelings for you.Â
âGonna kiss me or not Bubba?â You grin at him, giggling nervously.
He sighs in relief, leaning forward and capturing your lips in the softest kiss. Heâs gentle, polite and a perfect gentleman leaving it at just a kiss and not taking it too far too fast.
âYouâre my girl?â He asks softly when he pulls away.
âIâve always been your girl Bubba.â You smile, leaning up and kissing him again.
**
âGood Morning Gorgeous.â Connor kisses your bare shoulder, arms securely holding you.Â
âMorning.â You breathe out, eyes still shut, back against his chest as he kisses a line of kisses up your neck.Â
âJust got a message from Shawn, he wants to meet up with Brian for breakfast after the gym.âÂ
âWhat time is it?â You ask.
â5.âÂ
âConnor!â You whine, burrowing yourself further into the sheets. âItâs too fucking early.â
âIâm sorry, I just wanted to get a âGood Morning Kissâ before I get ready for the gym.âÂ
You roll over, huffing as you claw yourself out of the sheets, peaking an eye at him. He looks heavenly. Morning sun making his slightly tanned skin glow, hair tousled from your romp in the sheets, lips swollen from you biting on them.Â
âGood morning.â You lean up and peck his lips.Â
He smiles, cheeks pink. âBest morning ever.â He exhales, flopping onto his back.Â
âI wanna go back to sleep, can I?â You whine, lips pouted at him.Â
He grins, leaning up and pecking your lips four more times before nodding and clambering out of bed. âSleep Gorgeous, Iâll come get you when weâre done with the gym.âÂ
**Â
It was 8 by the time Connor was back and dragging you down to meet the boys at the nice continental breakfast the hotel you were staying at offered. Connor was giggling at your grumpy morning face, promising you they had iced coffee at the counter and that heâd make your plate.Â
âI wanna sleeeeeeeep.â You whined, leaning into him as the elevator door closed.Â
âYouâre so cute in the morning.âÂ
âConnor, you woke me up so early, you kept me up so late. Iâm tired.â You were pouting, and totally aware that you were acting like a child, but he was eating it up so you didnât mind your childish ways.
âWeâll take a nap today, okay?â He wraps a strand of your hair around his ringed finger, letting you lean into him. âI already did a shoot with Shawn this morning after the gym, the sunrise was beautiful so we used that as the backdrop. But since we already did the shoot Iâve got the afternoon free until I need to be there at the final soundcheck. Weâll nap, and cuddle.âÂ
You nod into his chest, smiling when he kissed your forehead. You lean your head up, puckering your lips, eyes closed, asking for a kiss. He gladly gives you what you want, pulling away when the elevator door opened.Â
He lead you to the table Shawn was already sitting at, fingers tangled with yours, dropping you off at a seat, kissing the top of your head before going to get you your coffee and breakfast.
Shawn looks up, watching Connor walk away from you and then glancing at your blushed complexion. âHi.â He smiles. âThat was new.â He nods towards Connor.
âUm, yeah.â You sit up straighter, playing with the strings of the hoodie youâre wearing.
âAnd youâre in his hoodie.â Shawn hums, sipping at his cup of tea.
You look down and blush harder at the fact that you were in Connorâs hoodie, he must of done that on purpose when he offered it for you.Â
âThis is gonna be a fun morning.â Shawn grins into his cup as he watches Brian walk over and take the seat next to him.Â
You look over your shoulder at Connor, heâs buttering toast for you.Â
âY/n, hey.â Brian says catching your attention.Â
âBri,â Shawn starts but Brian shoots him a glare that shuts him up with a soft chuckle.
âY/n I was gonna ask if you had any plans this afternoon?â Brian asks you, sitting up straight in his seat.Â
You inhale, eyes flickering to Shawnâs that are now focused on something behind you.Â
âYeah sheâs busy.â Connor says, sliding your plate in front of you, and setting your coffee down with a kiss to your cheek. âIced coffee, and I noticed they had some french vanilla creamer so I put a small pour of that in there for you.âÂ
âThank you Bubba.â You smile up at him.Â
Brian stares at the two of you with furrowed brows. Shawnâs just laughing, shaking his head at the situation.Â
Connor shoots Brian a glare before he walks off to get his own breakfast.
âBrian,â You say softly.
âDonât.â He shakes his head. âI should have known.âÂ
âIâm sorry,â You cringe, feeling so uncomfortable.
âDonât be, itâs okay.â He shakes his head.Â
âItâs just,â You sigh, looking over at Connor for a moment and then back to Shawn and Brian. âIâve been in love with him for a long time, and this is new, and things were said last night. But,â You giggle. âBrian, I kind of have to thank you.â
 âWhat?â He and Shawn say at the same time.Â
âI guess you said something about me at the last show,â Brian blushes so hard his ears turn red. âBut whatever you said kicked his ass into gear, because,â You look over and smile when you catch him staring at you. âNow weâre something.â You shrug.
âYou guys are cute, thatâs for sure.â Shawn nods.Â
Connor walks back and takes the seat next to you, noticing you havenât touched your food yet. âWhatâs wrong? Did I forget something?â He asks.Â
âNo,â You shake your head. âWas waitin on you.âÂ
He smiles, staring at you. âWaitin on me?âÂ
âHave been for awhile.â You shrug, giggling as Shawn and Brian choke on their food at burn you just threw Connorâs way.Â
âYeah well,â Connor shrugs, leaning closer to you, âI wanted to make sure everything was perfect.âÂ
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Written by: @shawnm521
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FAIY
Request:Â during fallin all in you connor runs to the reader and kisses her and shawn points it out to the crowd and itâs really cute and fluffy
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Itâs at that point in the concert where there is a very intimate kiss cam, lead by the very own Shawn Mendes himself.
This was the first show youâve been able to go to. Youâre late to joining on tour, you were in school and then right when you were about to join a family emergency kept you home for another 2 months.Â
But youâre finally here, and youâre the center of Connorâs attention.Â
He happened to be walking past you, camera in hand, focused on Shawn, when Shawn looked out into the crowd.
âOh!â Shawnâs voice rings through the speakers. âBrashier!âÂ
Connor stops, dead in his tracks, heart stopping, and you swear you practically see if drop out his ass.
âYou all know my videographer?â Shawn asks his fans, who scream just as loud as they did when Shawn walked on stage.Â
Youâre no better, youâre screaming your head off, there in full support for your mans.
âWell someone special has finally joined him on tour.â Shawn wiggles his eyebrows.
You blush, immediately looking down. Connor looks around, finally coming to his senses and his surroundings. Itâs when he spots you just a few steps away from him that he knows what Shawnâs up to.
âTheyâve been together for awhile, but Connor, Bro, Iâve never seen you kiss the girl.âÂ
Connor laughs, and you giggle as you look up at your boy. He looks over at you, silently asking you with his eyes if you want to do this.Â
âTheyâre so cute together you guys.â Shawn continues.Â
You nod your head at Connor and he steps up to you, letting one hand come up and caress your face.
âKiss her, kiss her!â Shawn whispers into the mic.Â
Connor rolls his eyes, but smiles as he leans in and kisses your lips softly.Â
It wasnât your first kiss since you landed this morning, but it was one of the first few. You both were very private people, and with him constantly being surrounded by the band and crew it didnât give you two a whole lot of alone time since youâd landed. You spent the day sending the other longing stares and silent promises of later.
âYEAHHHHH!â Shawn cheers, clapping and jumping around when he sees Connor kiss you. âThat was awesome, Iâm sorry for calling you out.â He giggles, shaking his head. âThis one is for you, Con set your camera down man and dance with your girl for a moment. This is Fallin All in You.âÂ
The crowd errupts and starts singing with him, but you just stare at Connor as he hands one of the guards that follow him, his camera. He hops the fence you were standing behind and slides behind you. He nuzzles into your neck, planting small secretive kisses to your skin, swaying you to the song Shawn dedicated to you.Â
âYouâre my forever Baby.â He whispered in your ear. âIâm always fallin all in you.â
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NBLD
4 minutes late đđ in my defense I was reading all day but I wrote a little sum sum to celebrate National Book Lovers Day! Happy reading yâall
He smiles to himself when he sees her insta story, now that itâs finally loaded. She posted a picture of herself curled up on his couch (though no one knows itâs his) his favorite blanket draped over her lap, coffee cup in her left hand, book on her lap with the caption âHappy National Book Lovers Day!â
He was so far in love with her it wasnât even funny. The thought of her sitting on his couch with his favorite blanket made his heart beat faster than normal, and his emotions shot up like a rocket.Â
Heâs just walking out of the office building Shawn and the team had him meet at. They wanted to discuss visuals for the new single being added to the tour set list, and to get updates for how the documentary editing was coming along.
âYouâre chipper,â Shawn nudges his shoulder, as they walk toward the parking lot together.
âMy girls at my place.â He says stopping at his car, squinting in the sunlight with a small grin on his face.Â
âOh,â Shawn wiggles his eyebrows. âSpending nights now huh?âÂ
âIâm 20 Shawn, Iâm an adult.â Connor stands straighter.
âChill bro,â Shawn chuckles, âIâm just giving you a hard time. Iâm glad to see you happy, Y/nâs cool.âÂ
âSheâs amazing.âÂ
âDo I smell love in the air?â Shawn raises an eyebrow.
âYou do, you do.â Connor mumbles, shrugging as his cheeks blush profusely.
âGood for you man! Iâm happy for you.âÂ
âThanks Shawn.âÂ
âYou guys got plans for the day?â
âWell itâs National Book Lovers Day?â Connor looks back at Shawn, stuffing his hands in his pockets. âSo I kind of planned on dropping by the book store to get a few books and then some coffee before heading back to my place to spend the day watching her read.âÂ
Shawn just grins, âYouâve got it bad Bro.â He laughs when Connor shrugs and continues to squirm in his stance with how embarrassed he is. âWell, if you find yourself needing food, and maybe wanting to chill out or dance with her for a bit, Iâm throwing this party tonight at my place. Itâs gonna be chill but at the same time it wonât. Please feel free to drop by, bring Y/n, have some fun.âÂ
âThanks man, Iâll talk to her about it.â
âIf you make it you make it, if not, Iâll just know youâre getting laid.âÂ
At this Connor punches Shawn in the arm and laughs before bidding him goodbye and getting in his car.
He searched her bookshelf this morning, looking up authors and book titles to figure out if she was in the middle of reading any series and if she had all the books to the series. He found one series she was missing three books from, and those were the three he planned to pick out for her.
Walking into the bookstore he didnât even try to pretend like he knew the first thing about looking for her books, he did what any boyfriend does. He went to the help desk. A young girl smiled as walked up.Â
âHow can I help you?âÂ
âIâm looking for this author and series,â He says showing her a screenshot of what he found out this morning.
She nodded, but looked up and stared at him. She blinked a few times before smirking and taking him to the section. He was oblivious to where he was until she pulled the three books he was looking for off the shelf, showing the covers to him, that were of shirtless men.Â
âOh,â He jerked his head back a bit, double checked his screenshots, and pictures of the books you had on the shelves before grabbing the books and rushing to the front counter.Â
He was going to get out of there as fast as he could. The guy at the counter stared at him as he rung him up and he tried to avoid eye contact.Â
He was so out of sorts he totally spaced on stopping at her favorite coffee shop before heading home.
âYouâre back!â She cheered as he walked in.
âHey Babygirl.â He smiled, snapping out of his thoughts as he sat next to her on the couch.Â
âWhatâs that?â She asked pointing to the light yellow bag in his hand.Â
âOh,â He held it up, forgetting that he had it. âHappy National Book Lovers Day Babygirl.â He smiled, leaning over and kissing her cheek as he set the back down on her lap.
She squealed a little when she realized he bought her books. âYou didnât have to.âÂ
âI wanted to.âÂ
She pulled the books out of the bag and gasped when she found the three books that sheâs been waiting to get.Â
âWhat? Howâd you? Con?â She looks up at him in amazement.
âI might have dug through your bookshelf.â He motions a thumb over his shoulder. âLooked up some authors, and some book series.â He rubs the back of his neck.
âWow I love you.â She smiles, leaning forward to kiss his lips, but pulling back when he doesnât quite reciprocate. âWhatâs wrong?â She whispers.
âWhy are you reading books with shirtless guys on the covers?â He blurts, not meaning too.
He shuts his eyes, jaw clenched as she giggles a little.
âI wondered if youâd ever ask me that question.âÂ
âI didnât mean to, Iâm sorry.âÂ
âDonât be.â She leans closer to him, hand around his neck, thumb rubbing up and down behind his left ear. âUnless your judging me.âÂ
âOf course not.â He shakes his head. âI just, Iâm-â
âListen to me.â She pecks his lips. âI love you.â He grins instantly. âThe books have nothing to do with us or you, itâs everything to do with the fact that Iâm in love with the idea of love. I love reading love, I love watching love, I love loving you. I love feeling loved by you.âÂ
He smiles, big, and leans back into her hand.Â
âItâs a story to me, and I like to get lost in their world because it makes me look at mine through a brand new prospective with each book I open and close.âÂ
âMuch like photos and videos are a memory, and each time I watch it I find something new to see.âÂ
âExactly.â She nods.Â
âOkay, I like that. I like learning new things about you.âÂ
âI like learning new things about you too.â She smiles, kissing his lips softly.Â
âThe guy at the counter looked at me funny when I bought you your books.âÂ
âThe guy on the other side of the counter won a lot of brownie points for dealing with the guy at the counter looking at him funny when he bought me my books.âÂ
âOh yeah?â Connor smirks, leaning in for another kiss, this time slipping her a little tongue.
âYeah.âÂ
âEnough to take her out of the house away from her books tonight?â He asks with a slight cringe look on his face.
âAwe, why? Whatâs going on?â She asks, pouting a little.
âShawnâs throwing a party, but we donât have to go.âÂ
She sits on it for a moment and nods. âLetâs go, Shawnâs parties are always fun. Someone always breaks the internet, and if itâs gonna be you Iâd rather be there to watch.âÂ
He laughs, shaking his head. âYouâre trouble.âÂ
âI am not.â She fake gasps.Â
âYes you are, donât deny it. Youâre my trouble.âÂ
âThought I was Babygirl?âÂ
He blushes, taking the book off her lap and setting it on the table before he pulled her on his lap. âYou are my trouble Babygirl.â He nips at her lips.
âYeah well, youâre kind of hot Connor David.âÂ
He grins, leaning up a little bit. âHot enough to take you away from your books, maybe take you down the hall, lay you on the bed, and not sleep, and maybe have you teach me what you learned from reading Fifty Shades?â
She gasps when he brings up the book series.
âI found those, hiding them on the bottom shelf isnât a good hiding spot.â He kisses down her neck.Â
âIâd much rather you be my Will Sumner.âÂ
âI donât know who that is but Iâm willing to learn.âÂ
âBe my book boyfriend.â She laughs as he stands up with her legs wrapped around his waist.Â
âIâll be the best book boyfriend.â
**
iMessage to ShAwN the bOsS: Hey man, thanks for the invite, but she looks too pretty reading.
iMessage from ShAwN the bOsS: No problem, youâre not missing much other than Brian sucking at beer pong.
âWhat are you doing?â She asks as she looks up at him for a minute.
Sheâs currently laying on him, book in hand, head on his chest.
âJust letting Shawn know were not gonna be able to make it.âÂ
âOh my god! His party, Iâm sorry, Iâll get ready.â She starts to move.Â
âNo,â He whines, holding her close. âI donât wanna go anymore. Just wanna lay with you and watch you read.âÂ
âWatch me?âÂ
âYouâre pretty, and youâre my muse, and I need some inspiration. Just read your book, I wonât bug you I promise.â He kissing her nose before settling back against the headboard.
//
written by: @shawnm521Â
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Letâs Do It
He couldnât stop looking at you. You were absolutely breath taking. Your hair fell around your shoulders perfectly, styled just the way he liked it. Your dress went to your knees, but hugged your curves just right.Â
âYouâre beautiful Baby.â He smiled, planting a kiss to your cheek.Â
âThanks Handsome, youâve told me about 8 times in the past 2 minutes.âÂ
He blushes, looking down into his hands with a wild grin on his face.Â
âYouâre pretty beautiful yourself.â You bump your shoulder with his.Â
âYouâre both beautiful, now would you shut up about it?â Cez asks from his seat behind you.Â
You both burst up giggling, leaning into each other while you laugh at Cez and his annoyed expression.Â
Tonight was Shawnâs wedding, and while the focus should be on the happy couple you two couldnât stop thinking about the other.Â
Something just felt different between you two tonight, it just felt good, it felt right, it felt real and forever.
Connor took your hand while you both stood to watch the bride walk down the aisle to her groom. You had to admit, Shawn looked really good. He looked slim but buff in his tux, his curls were styled with his signature messy look. His bride was gorgeous, the dress was over and beyond what anyone thought it would be. Her hair was curled and hung loose down her back.Â
Connorâs thumb rubbed the back of your hand during the vows, and when it came time for Shawn to kiss his bride Connor was trying to kiss you.
By the ceremony you both were so consumed with each other you hadnât even realized that the first dance was taking place. When you looked up at your surroundings you were a little lost as to what was going on and what you were doing. Connor fixed that quickly by swiftly pulling you to the dance floor.Â
He pulled you close, held your hips while you wrapped your arms around his neck.Â
âWhatâs with that smile Brashier?â You scratch the back of his head as he sways you both side to side.
âCanât wait until this is us.âÂ
âTil what is us?â
âThis, a wedding, you and me and the marriage license makes three.â He giggles.
âYou wanna get married?â You ask with a lilt in your voice.
âI want marriage, kids, grand kids, growing old, holding hands on a porch swing. I want it all with you Baby.âÂ
âMe too, youâre my forever.â
His eyes flare, face blushes, and he canât help himself from leaning down and kissing you fiercely.Â
âConnor.â You sigh as you pull away.
âMm?â
âWhatâs stopping you?âÂ
âFrom what?â He asks.
âMarrying me?â
He stops, freezes. âWhat?âÂ
âWhatâs stopping you from asking?âÂ
âYou wanna do it?âÂ
You laugh, nodding as he pulls you tighter. âFly me to Vegas, Iâd marry your ass tonight.âÂ
âOkay.â He shrugs.
âYeah?â
âYeah. Letâs get out of here.âÂ
3 hours later youâre smiling at him as he buckles his seat belt for the flight to Vegas.
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Surprise
You had no idea Connor was coming home today. He meant for it to be a surprise. Today was the day of your annual work party, the one you had begged for him to come home for, but the sneaky little bastard told you that it was too close to show dates and that the team wouldnât let him leave.Â
But here he was, driving Shawnâs Tesla around LA to get things ready for the surprise he had planned for you. What he didnât have planned though was for you to be shopping in the same area as him.Â
So when he almost ran into you for the third time he decided that maybe it was time to surprise you a little.Â
You were just pulling out of the shopping center when your phone illuminated that Connor had posted on Insta, with the fact that Connor posts all the time you shrugged and told yourself youâd watch it the minute you got home.
**
âGuys okay,â He clears his throat as he records himself on his phone. âSo my wife doesnât know Iâm home.â He grins at the camera, eyes flickering up to watch your car. âBut I am to surprise her, and Iâve driven past her three times now and sheâs about to drive past me.âÂ
He moves the phone so it shows your car through the window.Â
âAnyway, I just wanted to say that my wife is driving my Jeep,â He looks up and squints his eyes for a moment. âOh fuck sheâs coming, shh.â He puts a finger to his lips and ducks a little as if Shawnâs windows werenât completely tinted. âGod damn shes so hot. She drives with one hand on the top of the steering wheel, and good lord it turns me on.â He mutters to himself.Â
But itâs like he then suddenly remembers that heâs live and looks back at his phone. âOkay well thatâs all I wanted to say, and if youâre watching this later Honey,â He smiles real wide. âCome home because Iâm waiting for you.âÂ
When the video cuts you look up at the house from the driveway, tears in your eyes when you notice the lights on inside. You almost eat shit when you race inside and when you finally make it in the door youâre greeted with the Rocky Horror Picture Show Soundtrack playing through the surround stereo and a cozy looking Connor in your kitchen.
You scream as you jump on his back, hugging him tightly.
âHi Baby.â He grins, immediately reaching back to grip your thighs.Â
âWhat are you doing here?âÂ
âDid you really think I would miss your work party?â
âYou said you couldnât come.â You whine, sliding off his back to stand on your feet again. He turns to face you, cheeks pink as he cups your face.
âFirst of all, come here.â He whispers leaning down to kiss your lips softly. âSecond of all, I may have sort of told you a little tini tiny fib so I could surprise you. Iâm sorry.âÂ
âYouâre forgiven, this just made my whole day.âÂ
âGood, because I was really hoping to make you happy.âÂ
âYou always do.â You smile, cupping his cheek, scrunching your nose at how cute he is when he leans into your hand.Â
âWhat dress are you wearing tonight?â He asks as your thumb rubs at his cheek, making his eyes flutter for a moment.
âThe green one.â
âCan you wear the blue one?âÂ
âI donât have a blue one.â You furrow your brows.Â
Connor bites his lip, looking down at you and then turning and walking down the hall to your bedroom with you right on his heels.
âBabe, I donât have a blu-â You gasp when you see a lovely royal blue knee length dress hanging up on the hook in your closet. âNo you didnât.âÂ
âI had to.â He shrugs.
âWhy?â You ask confused.
âBecause it matches the tie you got me for Christmas.â
âSo you had to get me this dress because it matches your tie?âÂ
âYes.â
âThat doesnât make sense.âÂ
âYes it does.â He argues. âBecause now weâll match tonight at the party. And,â He blushes, reaching over and pulling out the pink and black bag heâs been real excited about. âIt also matches this.âÂ
You eye him skeptically as you peak in the bag, gasping once again, looking up at him with wide sinful eyes. âYou wanna play tonight?â You whisper.Â
He smiles, kisses your cheek and lightly bites your earlobe whispering, âGet ready, itâs gonna be a long night.âÂ
**
Heâs dressed in a nice white shirt with his blue tie and black slacks, waiting for you on the couch with his right foot propped on his left knee. His phone is in his hand as he bites his lip reading over emails.
You walk into the room, having paired your outfit with some old heels you found in the back of your closet. He looks up at the sound of you click clacking closer and his just about drops his phone.
âHoly shit.â He breathes out. âBaby.âÂ
âHi.â You smile sheepishly.Â
He stands, now going to the camera on his phone. âGive me a twirl Beautiful.â He motions, recording the moment. âHoly shit Iâm so lucky.â He groans because posting the video.Â
âYou like it?â
âI liked it on the hanger, I love it on you.â He grins, leaning in for a quick kiss. âBut youâre missing something.âÂ
âWhat?â You ask, looking down at yourself.
âThat wrist is looking pretty empty.â
âOh well I can go-â
âMaybe I can help you out with that.â He pulls the long black velvet case out of his back pocket.
âConnor!â You gasp when you see the pretty sprawl of Cartier on top of the case.
âJust for my Baby because she means the world to me.âÂ
âYou seriously need to stop.â You whine covering your face.
âCanât a man spoil his woman?âÂ
âYou did when you came home, everything else is too much.âÂ
âNo Darling, itâs not enough. Youâre everything, and I love you so much. Let me show you.â With that he opens the case and you almost tear up at the sight of the bracelet.
âI know itâs not the love one youâve always talked about,â He explains, âBut I was hoping this would work as a stand in until I save enough for that one?â
âThis is perfect, please donât.â You stop yourself when you realize heâs shaking his head.Â
âItâs really the only piece of jewelry youâve ever spoken about, I can promise youâll have it I just need a little more time.âÂ
âConnor,â You pout, suddenly feeling bad for making him feel like he needed to spend so much because he wasnât wrong they were hella expensive.
âCan I put it on you?â
âPlease?âÂ
You hold your wrist out and allow him to clip your bracelet on.
âOkay, letâs go. Donât wanna be late for your party.â He offers an arm once youâre ready.
âYouâre too much Mr. Brashier.âÂ
âYouâre everything and more Mrs. Brashier.â He kisses your cheek.
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Period
Request:Â OoOhH you did boyfriend!shawn with period cramps but what would con be like?
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âHow are you feeling Babygirl?â Connor whispers as he rolls towards you.
You usually donât share a bunk on the tour bus. Itâs just really small and makes the night go one of two ways. It either goes with one of you almost falling out with every bump in the road, or with one laying on top of the other.
Thatâs how last night went, with you laying on top of him.
Youâd started your period, and this go around was really rough. Your cramps were killing you, and you had a headache that downright had you trapped in bed. The thought of food made you nauseous but your stomach was ready to eat, anything but an iced cold Flow tasted like shit, and the fact that you were so uncomfortable left you with very little sleep so that meant you were cranky as all get out.
âMy tummy hurts.â You whine, burrowing closer to him.
He sighs, unsure of how else to help you right now. He feels so helpless, only getting to watch you be in pain.Â
âWhat can I do Baby? Tell me what to do to help you.â
âCan I have some lucky charms?â
âYeah, let me out and Iâll get you some.âÂ
You rolled off him and curled into a ball with his maroon blanket from home. He stumbled down the hall and stopped short when he saw the rest of the team already up, dressed, and probably on their second cup of coffee.
He walks to the cabinet where the cold cereal is kept and just about loses his god damn mind when he sees that your box of lucky charms is missing.
âWhere the fuck is the lucky charms?â
âI finished it last night.â Brian smirks. âSorry bro, looks like youâre getting Shawnâs nasty Raisin Bran.âÂ
âNo,â He shakes his head, digging through the cabinet. âNo no no! Fuck! Fucking shit.âÂ
âWoah, dude, chill itâs just cereal.â Brian snickers.
Connor turns and glares at the redhead. âNo itâs not. That was Y/nâs fucking cereal she requested. Thatâs the number one thing she craves when sheâs on her period and guess what? She started her fucking period and you, motherfucker, ate all her lucky charms.âÂ
Brian stares at Connor, and his heart starts beating faster.
âAnd you know what? You fucking asshole, you get to tell her.âÂ
âNo, sheâs your girlfriend you know how to handle her.â
âI donât feel like being ripped apart to shreds because youâre some dickwad that thought he could just go around and eat whatever the fuck he wanted and be smug about it. Go, come on, youâre telling her.âÂ
Connor shoves Brian down the corridor and slaps him until he speaks up.
âY/n?âÂ
âHmm?âÂ
âIâm sorry Hon, but I ate the rest of your lucky charms, weâre out.â He winces, expecting the shit to be beat out of him. But he pops his eyes open when he hears your quiet sobs.
âFuck you,â Connor pushes past Brian. âLook what you did.â He points at Brian to leave. âBaby, Baby,â He crawls back into bed. âIâll get you more okay? Iâll get you the big box, and Iâll hide it from Brian, and Iâll get you some gummy bears, youâre favorite, and some chocolate milk okay?âÂ
âOkay,â You sniffle crawling on top of him again. âYouâre the best boyfriend.â You sigh when he starts softly rubbing your back to ease some of the pain.
âAnd Iâll beat Brian up, because heâs an asshole.âÂ
âItâs okay.â
âCan I still beat him up because he annoys me?â
âJust donât make me bail you out of jail, Iâm on my period.â
âOkay deal.â He giggles, kissing the top of your head.
//
Written by: @shawnm521
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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.Â
âMorning Beautiful.â He smiled, gazing into those hazel green eyes he can get lost in.Â
âMorning.â She sighed sleepily.Â
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.Â
Mia Burke was walking whiplash. Sheâd purposely sit in the back of class so she didnât bring attention to herself and not have to interact with others, but in the same class sheâd 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. Sheâs a firecracker, sassy and sweet. Sheâd 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.
âHow are you feeling today?â He asks softly as he brushes her reddish brown hair out of her face and back onto his pillow sheâd stolen in the night.Â
âStill a little nauseous this morning.â She frowns at him, eyes fluttering shut as he caresses the side of her face.
âWhat can I get you before I leave?â He asks, sitting on the edge of the bed.Â
Heâs feeling her forehead and huffs a little when he doesnât feel a fever. Itâs horrible to wish your girlfriend to show symptoms of being sick, but sheâs been feeling nauseous and extremely tired lately and he canât figure out why. Nothing had changed in their lives other than the new term starting, but sheâd never been this way before.Â
âNothing, Iâm okay.â She gives him a tight lipped smile.Â
âBut you donât feel well, and I want to help. Just tell me how.âÂ
âThereâs not a whole lot to do though,â She brings a hand up to rub his arm. âBut thank you, I appreciate you wanting to take care of me.âÂ
He grins, cheeks going pink, âI always wanna take care of you.â He murmurs.
âOkay Mr. Cheese, get ready. You have class in 20 minutes.â
âI could skip? We could stay in and watch movies all day?â He offers, head tilting to the right.
âAs much fun as that sounds you canât. If coach finds out that you skipped he might not let you start.âÂ
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.Â
âAnd what good would the âThree Amigosâ be if you didnât start? Shawn and Brian would be nothing without their quarterback sending passes their way.âÂ
He grins, eyes fleeting back to his Love thatâs sitting up and ruffling her hair.Â
âYouâre gorgeous.â He blurts, words spewing from his mouth before he could stop them.Â
Mia blushes, cutting a look at him and shaking her head. âYouâre in a mood this morning.âÂ
âIâm just in love with you.âÂ
âOh my god stop.â She laughs, hiding her face behind her hands.Â
âIâm just spitting the truth.âÂ
âGo get ready! Youâre gonna be late.âÂ
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 canât help but write down the little ideas sheâs been having.Â
She hasnât 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.Â
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 hasnât even told Connor about her tumblr blog that has a few hundred followers. Whenever sheâs writing she chalks it up to a âcreative writing prompt I ran across and thought Iâd try outâ. Her tumblr notifications on her phone pinged under âwildflowerthâ in an attempt to stay hidden.Â
He thought it was a fashion blog.Â
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.Â
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 wonât be able to see you before I leave. But I got you some more saltines and water. Iâll see you after practice, I love you! Hope youâre having a great day!Â
Mia smiles at the thought of Connor going out and buying her crackers because itâs been the only thing she can stomach lately. She wonders how he knew she had just run out last night.Â
iMessage to Lover: Have a good practice Babes, thank you for getting me crackers, youâre the best boyfriend ever.
**
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.Â
She picks up the card from her flowers and giggles at his sloppy handwriting.
âMi, I hope youâre 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 youâ
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 âdonât forget to log your period!âÂ
She gulps down the bile rising up her throat.Â
Sheâs six days late.
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