#connor brashier one shot

[softiecaro]

MISTLETOE

Summary: Where Y/N is part of the Shawn Mendes tour staff. Everyone’s in Miami, where the last show was before Christmas, but something ruins the plans of everyone who wants to spend the holidays with their families. Camila's mother invites them all to spend Christmas at her house and they accept. Shawn and the others start a plan to reunite Connor and Y / N.

Warnings: English is not my native language so I apologize if there are mistakes.

A/N: I know, I know it's been almost a month since Christmas HAHAHAHA, but I had this in my drafts and for some reason I never posted it. 

Remember, the requests are open!

"It's a joke?" Cez asks for the third time on the phone while he keeps an irritated scowl on his face. "Ok, if there is nothing else to do ... ok, thanks, bye"

After a while, he cuts the phone and watches us all before speaking. "Ok guys, this is not easy to say."

"What happen?" Connor asks concerned.

"Our flight was canceled due to bad weather in I don't know where and apparently there is no airline that can take us home in time for Christmas"

"Are you serious?"

"Do you think I'd be kidding about something like that, Sylvie? They said that the flights will be available again in 5 days. ”Everyone sighs in surrender.

"I am very sorry for what happened, I know that everyone wanted to spend Christmas with their families" Sinu, Camila's mother begins to say "But you are all welcome to spend these holidays here, with us" She says referring to Camila, Alejandro, Sofía, Shawn and her.

"That's very nice of you Sinu, but do you think you can feed all of us tomorrow night?" She laughs in response to Cez.

"Of course. Anyway, there are 5 more people, it is nothing, you don’t worry "

It was Cez, Brian, Sylvie, Connor and Y/N who missed their flight, since the rest of the staff had taken flights to different parts that same day, but earlier.

"Then I suppose we will spend this Christmas at the Cabello’s house." Cez ends.

"It will be fun." Y/N says  looking at Camila with a smile.

"Yes, it will be." 

...

At one point in the afternoon, they were all in the living room, except Camila's father who was taking a nap, Y / N who was taking a shower and Connor who was on the phone with his mother.

"So what’s the plan?" Sylvie asks.

"I don't know, but we have to make those two take the first step tonight, or I don't know what I'll do with my life, they stress me out." Brian says exaggeratedly, referring to Y/N and Connor

"I think I have an idea," Sinu exclaims as she leaves the kitchen.

"What? Mom-" Only a few minutes later she comes back with something hidden behind her back "What are you bringing there?” With a bright and proud smile on her face, she shows us a little mistletoe.

"Oh my god, you’re brilliant." Sylvie claps.

...

"So the plan is, at some point in the night, both are under that" Camila ends.

"And finally they will kiss, for goodness sake!" Brian exclaims with his arms in the air.

"Who will kiss?" Connor enters the kitchen suddenly causing us all to panic.

"Nothing, little boy" Brian exclaims quickly while Sinu with a quick movement hides the object that only seconds before had our full attention. "How is your mother? How did she react to the news that her little boy won't be spending christmas at home? " Brian walks over to him and puts one arm around her shoulders, patting her while he ruffles her hair with his other hand.

"Don't call me little boy"

"Hey Tiny, don't get mad, we just play," Shawn says with a laugh as he tightens his grip on Camila's shoulder next to him, who laughs anyway. Connor just rolls his eyes and walks away from Brian.

“What do you all have with giving me such strange nicknames? I don’t like it, at all."

"I don't think any of those are better than the Lemon one, I think it's very original" Y/N he comes down the stairs laughing, his hair wet from the shower she had taken.

"Oh darling, go dry your hair, you can catch a cold." Sinu tells the girl. "Camila, go show him the hair dryer." Camila nods as she gets up from the side of her boyfriend, letting her arm fall on the couch.

Shawn watches Connor and sees him off guard glaring at Y/N coming up the stairs. He sighs and sits next to him.

"Hey, what's up?“

“"Nothing, could you explain to me for the last time why the nickname lemon?”

...

The night of Christmas Eve had already arrived. They were all at the table having dinner while laughing and talking about any topic.

"Can I have the wine, please?" Sylvie exclaims.

Y/ N directs her hand to the wine at the same time as Connor does, making her hands touch.

Y/N thinks everything has been really weird between her and Connor lately. When she met him over a year ago on Shawn's tour, he created a trust in her that she had never felt with anyone. They immediately started talking and became very close. Everyone thought there was something between them, many times their friends teased them about looking like a couple, but they both denied it all those times.

But lately something had changed. Y/N was a friend of touch, she liked to hug her friends in general, and Connor was no exception to her. But lately those touches of best friends that used to be given day to day began to bother her. It made her feel weird. Every time she was near him, she felt butterflies in her stomach.

Lately, Connor was feeling the same.

"Oh my God, can you stop now?" An excited Brian interrupts their thoughts. He takes the bottle of wine and hands it to Sylvie across the table.

"What do you mean? Y/N question, indifferent.

"What do I mean? I mean… ”Brian makes a strange gesture with his hands. "That. That you two do"

"I don't know what you're talking about," Connor says nervously as he takes a sip from his glass.

...

"It is time."

"Will they really do this?" Cez asks laughing.

"Yeah, what makes you think we wouldn't?" Shawn asks.

“I don't know, I thought they were joking. I think both are old enough to make their own decisions and take the first step, they are not little kids "

"They're not little kids, but they're stupid." Sylvie slaps Brian on the shoulder after her comment.

"Besides, we're just giving them a little nudge." Says Sofía, Camila's sister.

"It's just a mistletoe, what if they don't want to kiss, anyway?"

"They must do it, it's a tradition, it's the rules" Sinu tells her husband as she begins to hang the mistletoe on the door that divides the kitchen and the living room. She then she walks into the kitchen with Sofia.

"And you support this Sinu, it can't be." Alejandro tells him, following his wife to the kitchen.

"She is part of us, yes." Camila says proudly.

"Where are they now?" Shawn asks Camila.

"Outside"

"What if they already took the first step?" Cez asks half disinterested.

"I don’t think so". 

"Ok, I'm going to go upstairs, I don't want to see this show" Cez exclaims as he climbs the stairs.

Y / N POV

Connor and I are sitting in the backyard of Camila's house. He rests his head on my legs while I tangle my fingers in his hair.

"You know what? I've been thinking about something lately. " He says as he puts his hand on mine while I continue stroking his hair.

"What’s it?"

"I don't know, it's something that happens when we're together." He responds as he sits up, pulling away from my touch.

"What do you mean?" Is he he is feeling the same as me?

"I've felt a little ... weird"

"Oh ..."

"But not weird in a bad way, if not that ..."

"I think I know what you're talking about." I shyly say without looking at him.

"Seriously?"

"If I…"

"Connor! Can you come here and help me with something ?!" Sylvie's call interrupts me.

Connor and I look toward the house. The boy gets up first, offering his hand to help me up. We both walked inside the house.

"I think the tree star is a bit crooked, can you help me straighten it?" Sylvie says as she climbs on a chair right next to the tree to reach for the object.

"And why couldn't they help you?" Connor says with a frown pointing to the rest of our friends.

"They don't have the same sense of righteousness that you have."

"Sense of righteousness? What the hell are you talking about? "

"Just, just get at the door and let me know when it's right." Connor snorts as he heads for the door, reluctantly. "There’s good?"

"Yes Sylvie, it’s perfectly straight"

Are you sure?" She asks as she moves the object.

"No! Why did you move it? Now is completely leaning to the left "

"And now?"

“It's totally to the right, are you kidding me?

"Come on Connor, do your part a bit."

"Y/N, can you come help me?" I turn to Connor and stands next to him looking at the Christmas tree.

"Move it to the left ... to the right ... a little more to the left again ..."

"There is!" Connor exclaims, raising his arms.

"Perfect, thanks guys. Now could you see if the object above you is straight?"

I look up laughing after the spectacle of straightening the star on the Christmas tree.

A small mistletoe hung over our heads and my breath caught in my throat.

"Did you really plan this?" Connor asks, glancing at me.

"Completely." Brian admits shamelessly.

"Go ahead, pretend we weren't here"

He turns in my direction and I look at him, having to tilt my head up since he’s taller than me.

"Hey"

"Hey" I barely reply. Does he really want to kiss me? Because I do.

"If I want to," he said, as if he could read my mind. "Do you want? ... Would you like us to kiss? I mean, if you don't want to, you really are not obliged, really the mistletoe is nothing more than a stupid tradition, I will understand you completely if you don't want to kiss me-

Quickly I stand on the balls of my feet and cup her cheeks with both hands to bring her lips closer to me. Her lips are warm against mine, the kiss full of emotion and a little shyness. His hands land quietly on my hips, pulling me toward him so I can wrap his arms around your back. His lips move against mine delicately.

"At last! I can't believe it. ”Brian's voice interrupts our moment.

"Did you have to ruin his moment so soon?" Sylvie reprimands him.

"After such a long time ..." Shawn says.

“You have no right to say that. Camila and you took a hundred times longer than them."

[xeunoais]

Four Years

(A/N: i can’t remember where i got this concept from but creds to whoever gave me the inspiration for this! i hope you enjoy this even though its not the best. & again the gif has nothing to do with the fic but i just hink that its cute lol)

Summary: You broke things off with Connor whenever you found out you where pregnant. You and Adeline were at the library and you ended up running into him. What happens when he finds out that you had her? And that she is his kid..

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"Can we go to the park?"

"Honey, not today. It’s a little too late to go to thr park tonight."

"Okay."

"Well.. here’s what we can do, we can go to library tonight. And then tomorrow or something, we can go to the park." I speak to my 4 year old daughter.

She's incredibly smart for her age, and just like her father. She loves to sing, dance, and try her best to read books. She loves taking pictures of stuff too on my phone when she has it.

I wish Connor could've been here for this.

I let go of him and broke things off in our relationship when I got pregnant with Adeline. I didn't want to ruin his life. I was just stupid, and scared at the time.

Hell, we were only 17 and 18! I never wanted to tell him and ruin everything he had going for him. His career, his reputation, his passion..

I didn't want to ruin it all for him then have him resent me for it. And if his reaction was bad, I didn't want Addy to feel like a burden to him.

She asks about him all the time though. Who her daddy is, what he looks like, what he was like. I tell her that her daddy had to go away for a very long time. But then I always change the subject after to not let the conversation go too far. But it doesn't stop her from asking.

We just moved here to LA cause I got a better job offer here then I did when I was living back home with my parents. It's a new start, a new life I need.. that Adeline needs.

"Momma! Momma we gotta hurry before we miss it!" She says jumping and down. I smile.

"Miss what?"

"The library! It's gonna close soon!" I smiled down at my little bookworm and grabbed her hand, trudging out the door and into the street of LA.

It was a bit chilly outside. But we continued walking till we got to the library and walked in. Addy's face lit up.

"Look how many there are, Momma!" I smiled at her excitement and told her to go pick out a few. She ran off and did just that and I waited for her near the entrance.

I answered a call from my boss and checked on a few things and feeling something collide with my back.

"Omph!"

Me and the person fall over and hit the ground, I wince and look to the other person to see if they're alright.

"Oh my gosh, are you o-"

My heart stopped.. You’ve got to be fucking kidding. I almost couldn't believe my eyes. Is he seriously right here? Infront of me?

"Y/n?" Connor says with a shaky breath. His eyes held so many emotions, I didn't know what to do or say as my eyes began watering. Hold it together and don’t fucking cry.

"Connor."

"Y-You're here? W-ha- wh.. when.." He speaks so frantically.

"I just moved here with-" I stopped myself. I can't tell him. Not like this. Not right now.

"With..?"

"N-No one.." I say hoping that Addy takes a little longer to pick out her books.

"It's so good to see you.. amazing actually." Connor says smiling. Oh my gosh.. I missed that smile. I miss him.

"Momma!" My eyes widen at the sound of my daughter's voice looking for me. Fuck. I know can't keep it a secret forever but I’m not ready to break the news just yet.

"Momma, look! I found my favorite book!" Adeline says pulling on my pant leg.

I smile at her but look at Connor, not knowing what to think. His expression wasn't all smiles anymore, it was shock and confusion.

"M-..Momma?" He repeats. A tear slips down my face and then it hits him.

"Is she.."

"Yeah.." I answer picking Adeline up and putting her on my hip.

"She reminds me of you everyday. She's a spitting image of you too. I haven't forgotten about you.. I’ve done nothing but think about you for the past 4 years. I didn't want to leave.. gosh I love you but i didn't want to hurt your life." I explain as more tears fell from my eyes. I’m right on the edge of actually breaking right now.

Connor looked so lost of words. I feel like I’ve hurt him even more then I did when I broke off things between us.

"Connor.. I-I'm so sorry." I say pushing past him with my head down. I walk out onto the street and start running towards my apartment.

"Y/n, wait!" I hear Connor call out right as i open my apartment door.

I quickly pushed it open and got inside. Adeline quickly ran into her bedroom where to start reading her books.

"Y/n, please! Don't shut me out again." Connor says leaning his head against the door pleadingly. My heart broke at his words..

I sighed and opened the door, letting him in. He stepped in and leaned against the counter, looking around at the drawings on the fridge Addy drew and the messy living room that is full of her toys and stuff.

"Why did you not tell me when you found out?" He asks after a few moments of silence. I look at him. Is he seriously that stupid?

"Do you really think I was gonna ruin your life and your career? I didn't think you were ready. Hell, I wasn't even ready myself. But I knew I didn’t want you to give up your passion for me. And I’m sorry for breaking things off between us but I was just so scared, Connor. You don't even understand how scared I was." I sobbed, finally breaking. Feeling all of the shit I probably should have felt four years ago.

"I'm not mad. I know you were scared. I probably would’ve been too in your position, but you should've just told me. You had to do this all alone for 4 years with no help." Connor paused grabbing my face gently, wiping my tears.

"And I’ve hardly looked at another girl since you left me. It was just too hard. I never stopped loving you. I always hoped you'd come back to me, tell me you messed up and you missed me just as mush as I did you. I just wanted you back." He says with tears slowly falling out of his eyes. I smiled and blushed at him, dumbfounded by his loyalty.

I looked him in the eyes a little longer. And then with my face in his hands, he placed a soft, gentle kiss on my lips. A kiss I didn’t know how much I truly missed until right now.

I wrap my arms around his neck and kissed back, soon pulling away for air.

"Can I meet her?" Connor asks with a big smile on his face. I smiled back and nodded.

"Adeline! Come here honey!" I called out to her.

"Adeline.. beautiful." Connor repeats and I smile even wider. Adeline comes running into the kitchen and looks at the mysterious tall man.

"Who's he, Momma?" She asks pointing. Connor crouches down in front of her, taking her hands in his.

"Hi Adeline, I'm Connor but you can call me Con. How old are you?" Connor speaks to her with such a soft, gentle voice.

"I'm this four! And you can call me Addy, everyone does." Addy says proudly, smiling wide. Connor chuckles.

"Wow! That's a really good number, Addy!" He says all excited. My heart unfolded at the sight in front of me.

"Addy, did Momma ever tell you about your Daddy?" Connor asks her. She nods her head and he smiles.

"What'd she says about him?"

"She said that he was like a prince, tall and handsome and super sweet. She said that she loves him to the moon and back but that he had to go away for a very long time because something happened that he might’ve not liked.” Addy paused for a second to think of an example to give him.

“Oh! Like the evil queen not letting Snow White be free." Addy exclaims and we both laughed at her example.

Connor nods and takes a deep breath, looking at me for permission. I nod and we all site down on the floor criss cross. He pulls Addy to sit in from of him.

"Addy, Can I tell you something?” Connor asked her looking her in her soft blue eyes.

“Are you my daddy?” She asked, turning and looking at you. Then back at him.

The both of you are shocked. How did she figure that out?

“Yeah honey. He is your daddy.” You told her, scared of what her reaction might be.

Suddenly, she breaks out with a huge smile on her face and wraps her arms tightly around Connor's neck giggling.

"I love you, daddy!" She squeals and my heart flutters. Connor hugs her tightly with his eyes closed, soaking everything from this moment in.

"I am so happy to hear you say that." He leans back out the hug and kisses her cheek softly.

This is the moment I have been dreaming of since I found out I was pregnant with her. I was just too scared to let it happen.

But now that it has, I regret not letting it happen sooner.

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The End

(A/N: this isnt the best i’ve ever written but i still hope you enjoyed this and remember that feedback is highly appreciated!!)

[shawmilafeed]

new leak by ellarares on twitter

[5-seconds-of-bucky]

Bundle Of Joy (Soon to be dad!Shawn)

A/N: I thought of this at like one in the morning but I’m in love with the idea.  We have a special guest, Mr. Connor Brashier (whom I may be writing fics for      soon . . .) Thanks for reading! Please reblog and leave some feedback!

Summery: You are Shawn’s wife and tour photographer. On the second to last show of the tour, you make a huge announcement to the team.

Word Count: 1.4k+

Warnings: None except a protective Shawn and some super fluffy fluff!

“Babe . . . babe, wake up. We’re here.” Shawn mumbles into your ear, shaking your shoulder lightly as the van pulls up to the arena. “Y/N . . .”

“I’m up, yeesh.” You say quietly, eyes still closed as you shifted you weight and lifted your head from the window.  

“If you were up your eyes would be open.”

“When I’m up I’m gonna slap you.” 

“Ouch.”

You rub your eyes soon after opening them, wishing you had the ability to feel 100% right after waking up. You open the van door and step out into the parking lot, hands holding your camera, ready to take a picture of Shawn at any moment. You were already halfway to the backstage door when Shawn called out after you.

“Y/N, wait a second.” 

You turn around with a slight groan and eye roll. Ever since you had told Shawn that you were pregnant a few days ago, he seemed to be way over protective. He wanted to be around you every second to make sure you were safe and the only time he wasn’t was when you went to the bathroom. Despite this, nobody on the team seemed to have noticed, as he was normally protective of you to begin with. That would change tonight though. The two of you decided that it was time to tell everyone, although you were holding off on telling the fans until the video of the announcement came out. Connor already knew about your pregnancy, having been the second person you had told after Shawn. He was your best friend on tour. There was no way you could hold that back from him. 

The plan for tonight was to have the group pep talk before the show. You and Shawn would tell everyone before the show, with Connor filming it. When the tour diary came out, that clip would be included, and that’s how the fans would find out. You were slightly worried about their reactions. They couldn’t do anything, you were Shawn’s wife after all. 

“I’m literally walking to the door. What could possibly happen to me?” 

“You could trip, fall, and land on the bump, thus hurting yourself and the baby.” Shawn says quietly as he catches up to you, putting a hand on the small of your back to guide you. 

“There is hardly a bump to be fallen on. Besides, I’m not nearly as clumsy as you are.” You take the camera up to your face, snapping a picture of his profile. You were a little close, but it really brought out the small features of his face. 

“I’m going to blame this sudden moodiness on the hormones.” He states when you reach the door, leaning against the wall next to it while you wait for someone with keys to open it for you. 

“I’m going to blame it on sleepiness. This is your fault you -” You interrupt yourself with a small squeak when Shawn pulls you into his arms, holding you tight for a second before relaxing his grip. “That might hurt the baby.”

“Shut up.” 

You stay like that for a minute before everyone else catches up, someone bringing the keys and holding open the door for the rest of the group. 

“You can nap during soundcheck today if you want.” Shawn tells you once the two of you are seated in his dressing room. 

“No, it’s fine. I was just teasing you back there. The wonders of caffeine would be fantastic right now but I can deal.” You reply as you take stuff out of your backpack. 

“Are you sure babe? You don’t have to be up and at ‘em every second of the day. I understand if you want to rest.” His look of concern was sincere, but you wished he let up a bit.

“Shawn, I’ll be fine. I’ve barely done anything all day.” You stood up from the couch, grabbing your camera from off the table and heading towards the door. “I’m gonna go walk around the arena. Wanna come?” 

“Sure.” With that, he grabbed your hand and followed you into the hallway. 

~

Soundcheck and the Q&A went smoothly, allowing you to get plenty of pictures. Shawn made sure Connor was always near you, telling you that you needed to take a break every so often.

“He really went into over protective mode, didn’t he?” Connor comments from his spot beside you during the Q&A.

“You wouldn’t believe it. I’m only three months in and he acts like I’m due any day. He has good intentions and it’s really sweet but it’s driving me crazy!” 

“You should probably sit down before he sees that you’ve been standing this whole time.”

“Are you serious right now?”

“Yes. You have to be running around for an entire concert. Rest up before your husband kills me.” 

“Good thing we only have one show left after this one. You guys are going to drive me insane.”

“Let’s just head backstage then. He’ll have no idea that you’re standing. Win-win.”

“Wow Connor, I had no idea you were such a genius.”

“That was a little sarcastic miss priss.” 

“It was meant to be.”

You walk backstage, only to be met with a worried Shawn a few minutes later. 

“Are you feeling okay? I saw you leave early. Do you need anything?” He asks when he reaches you, putting the back of his hand on your forehead.

“I’m fine.” You say, brushing his hand off. “I just felt like hanging back here. I had enough pictures. How’d the rest of it go?”

“Fine. Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yes!” Came the over exaggerated reply. 

“Sorry. I’m just worried.”

“I know. I”m going to be fine. I have Connor with me all the time. Nothing is going to happen.” 

“I know, I know.” He sighs, pulling you into his arms and resting his head on top of yours. 

“I got some good photos. I’ll have to show you them after the show.” You wrap your arms around him, burying your face in his chest. 

“Okay. I’m going to go back to the dressing room until the show starts. Care to join me?”

“Sure. I can go edit some more photos.” 

“You can just rest.”

“Here we go again.”

~

“Alright guys. Second to last show. Thank you so much for all that you’ve done.” Shawn starts as the team huddles together before starting the show. “This show isn’t possible without you guys. Before we break off, Y/N and I have something to tell you.” He looks over at you, who happened to be standing directly across from him. 

“Yeah. So basically, I’m pregnant!” You exclaim, smiling at your husband from across the circle. A small commotion broke out in the group, everyone looking surprised yet excited. 

“Alright everyone, let’s have a great show!” With that you scurry off to Connor, heading away from the group to get in position for the start of the show. 

“Did you get the video?”

“Of course. I got those looks Shawn gave you too. You didn’t really see them ‘cause you weren’t looking at him but he had this look of complete and utter love and adoration. It was really cute.” 

“Can’t wait to see it! Let’s go capture this concert!” With that you head off to your spot for the start of the show, a smile on your face as you think about how much you love your husband. 

~ 

Coming backstage was a little chaotic. Everyone was crowing you, which was understandable. You did leave within seconds of telling them the news. 

Shawn watched you from a few feet away. Watching you look so excited made him smile. “Hey Connor. How’d the video turn out?”

“Really good. You should see the way you look at her in it. You can really tell you love her.” 

“She already has that pregnancy glow and she’s only three months in with our little bundle of joy. I’ve been infatuated with her since the day we met but ever since she told me she was pregnant I can’t take my eyes off her.” 

“Hey babe. Awesome show.” You say as you approach him, looking at the photo you had just taken of him and Connor when you stop.

“Thanks babe! How you feelin’?” 

“Great, thank you. Ready to edit some photos!” Shawn laughed at your somewhat sarcastic enthusiasm. “I’m also ready for bed!”

“We can definitely work on that.” He says as he leans down to kiss you. “I love you and our little bundle of joy.”

You couldn’t help but break out into a huge smile at that, rising on your toes to meet his lips. “Me too bub. Me too.”

[shawnpetermuffins]

Musing / Connor Brashier x reader

This wasn't a request, I just wrote it while trying to find inspiration for the requests... it didn't help, but it's still cute.

Warning: It's fluffy

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My muse.

She's standing in front of the mirror in leggings and one of my many ratty old t-shirts that she's stolen from me over the course of our three year relationship. Her face is free of makeup, except for the minimal amount of mascara that she insisted on putting on because her "lashes look droopy and need a little life." I can feel her watching me as I cross the room to where my camera lays on my nightstand.

Almost immediately, her cheeks flush red. "Con," she whines, covering her face, but I just smile, circling her. "Come on, I'm not wearing makeup!"

"That's what makes this even better. Please, baby. Smile for me." She shakes her head and gives me a tight lipped smile, her two peace signs framing her closed eyes. "There she is, my beautiful girl. Now spin." She does and I laugh at the way my shirt flairs up when her arms open.

"You're gonna make us late," she says with a soft laugh, pushing her hair off her shoulders.

I shrug, "I don't care. Gotta work when inspiration strikes."

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Ice cream dates. A weekly ritual. It's rare that we go to the same place twice in one month. And to ensure that we didn't this month, I drove us down to the beach. Her hair is in two loose, messy braids, wearing my hoodie and a pair of denim shorts. The huge cup of ice cream looks out of place in her tiny hands.

"Hey, gorgeous, whatcha got there?" I ask, recording her with my phone.

"Oh, this little thing?" She sets it down on the table just outside the door of the ice cream shop. "This is our way too big banana split, with no strawberry syrup of course."

"And why's that?" I ask, grinning.

"Because you think strawberry syrup was "invented by the devil himself." However, we do have three cherries, with the stem, because you will only eat them with for some god forsaken reason."

"One more thing, y/n," I say as she sits down, handing me my spoon.

"What, baby?"

"Did you know I love you?" And there she goes again, blushing like crazy.

"Shut up," she mumbles around a spoonful of ice cream.

---

She's a giggling mess in my arms, a little more than tipsy at this point, but neither of us care. It's just us and a bottle of red wine - Well, second bottle technically.

"You wanna do what?" I ask, my camera focused on her.

She hums before speaking again, her eyes lidded and smile lazy. "I wanna marryyou. Somewhere on the beach. Beaches are pretty."

"They are, huh?" I take her hand and her smile widens.

"Mmhmm… but you'reprettier." She laughs again. "My pretty boy," she mumbles and cups the side of my face. "Gonna marry that pretty face."

It's my turn to blush, "Yeah? Well I can't wait for the day."

"I'll be a good wife," she continues, crawling into my lap, resting her head on my chest. I turn the lens to get both of us in frame.

"I know you will. Be the best wife."

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"Connor, stop!" She whines while I film her cutting the vegetables for the soup she's making for dinner. "You're always recording!" Y/n complains, outstretching her arm to shield herself from my camera.

"Of course I'm always recording. You're my muse. Can't just let the inspiration go to waste now, can I?"

[connordavidscamera]

Extra Shot | Connor Brashier

A/n: My precious Rina @goldenflickerx has been attacking me with CONcepts again and I decided that it was time to write one that we’ve talked about. Also, it’s Connor’s birthday, so what better way to kick that off?

Summary: You come into the same cafe at the same time, three times a week and Connor (your barista) has taken a liking to you.

Warnings: fluff, humor

Word count: 2.1k

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“Hey, wasn’t your shift supposed to end like ten minutes ago?” My coworker, and unfortunate best friend, Sam asks. 

I check the time on the clock again. She was supposed to be here by now, but I guess there’s a lot of traffic. At least, that’s what I’ve heard like six customers complaining about this afternoon. I don’t want to leave until I see her. It’s the best part of my day and if I could just hold off for - 

The bell above the door rings and there she is. I push Sam out of the way and stand at the register to greet her with a bright smile. “Hi, y/n.”

She smiles back at me, and I swear my heart stops when she does. “Hi, Connor,” she says back and oh wow, my name sounds like heaven slipping off her tongue with ease.

“What can I get you today? Vanilla latte, right?” I ask, even though I know her order by heart. “Or are we looking to branch out a little this time?”

She sucks in a breath and looks at the menu, chewing on her bottom lip. “Hmm… I don’t think today will be a something new day. Maybe next time though. Next time you can get me your favorite drink. How about that?”

I nod, grabbing a cup and writing her order on the side. “I think I can’t wait for that.” I tap on the screen, “So that comes out to $4.36.”

She already has her card out, she always does, and inserts it in the chip reader. I watch her perfectly manicured nails tap the counter as she waits. She always has her nails done. Not in those long acrylics that most girls come in with, although I have seen her come in with those a couple times too. But they’re always done, I’ve noticed. “So, how’s your day going today? Busy?”

I shake my head, “Not too bad. It’s been pretty steady. You’re actually my last customer of the day. My shift ends in five minutes.”

“Oh, well lucky me,” she teases, but I know she means it and I have to look away so she can’t tell that I’m blushing.

The machine prompts her to take out her card, and at the same time we go, “No receipt.”

She smiles softly at me and gives me a single nod. “I’ll have your drink right out for you.”

“Thank you, Connor. You’re an angel.”

Now I really can’t fight the blush.

I take extra care making her latte. I’m the only one who makes it. Not because she requests me, but because I won’t let anyone else touch it. She’s my customer and I’m not letting anything get in the way of that.

“Here you go, y/n. Iced vanilla latte. I added an extra shot. Looked like you needed it.”

She smiles brightly at me, “An angel, Connor. I mean it. Thank you.”

I nod, “Of course. I’ll see you next week?”

“Same time,” she nods. “Yes. Have a good weekend.”

“You too,” I say as she turns to leave.

The door barely closes behind her before Sam is right behind me. “You’re drooling,” he says in my ear, causing me to jump.

“What? No, I’m not. Shut up.”

“Bro, you’ve been caught up on that girl since the day she started coming in. Just ask her out already.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Oh, no? So you didn’t just push me out of the way so you could take her order? And you haven’t done it every single time she’s come in since the beginning?”

“Nope,” I shrug, untying my apron.

“Your shift ended almost twenty minutes ago. You were waiting for her.”

“Drop it, Sam. You have no idea what you’re even talking about.”

He holds his hands up in surrender. “Okay. Sure. I’ll leave it alone. But she does have you so fucked.”

I toss my apron at his head. “Fuck off! I’m gone,” I say, clocking out and grabbing my keys from my locker.

He laughs as I walk out of the building. I shake my head as I head to my car. Maybe he isn’t wrong. Okay, no. He isn’t wrong at all. I am completely and totally gone for her and I know next to nothing about her.

I do know this though. Tuesday, the first day she comes in during the week, she almost always gets an extra shot of espresso in her drink. And on Wednesday, she always gets a scone – if we have them, she prefers blueberry, but she’ll settle for any other kind if we’re out. (And when I’m in charge of ordering inventory, I make sure we have enough.) And Thursday is usually a surprise. She flip flops between what she gets on those days. I think she’s just worn out from school or work – I’m not sure which one, if either – at that point that she just comes in for a pick me up.

Little does she know that she’s my pick me up. Every day she comes in, I’m so excited to see her. The first time I saw her? I swear I saw my future walking through that door. She just looked so fucking pretty. And she was so sweet, and she smiled at me like she knew me, like she could see right through me. And not to be dramatic, but I’m pretty sure her smile could light up the night sky if the moon wasn’t out. Actually, it could probably compete with the moon and win. (But again, I’m not being dramatic.)

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Tuesday is crazy busy. Finals week. It always get s like this, and honestly, I am running around the café like a chicken with my head cut off. People aren’t getting what they ordered, they’re complaining that we’re out of something. Others are complaining that we’re taking our sweet precious time as if their time doesn’t matter – or as if there aren’t fifteen other orders in front of them that we have to take care of before theirs. It’s absolute chaos and I’m so ready for this shift to be over so I can go home and pass the fuck out.

And I swear if one more person complains about the fact that we’re having to use paper straws, I’m going to lose it. I’m in the middle of filling the coffee maker with more grounds when the bell rings above the door and I swear I can feel my heart beating in my eyeballs (although that might be because I added three extra shots to my drink when I took my break).

“Connor,” Sam pats my shoulder. “You take this one.”

“What? No, why? I’m already doing-“

“Y/n’s here,” he says.

I quickly turn to the register and it’s like my whole mood has changed. “Oh, yeah. I got this one.” I set the water down on the counter and run my hand through my hair that’s no doubt a mess at this point. I hope she doesn’t notice. “Hi.”

She sends me a sympathetic smile and that’s how I know I must look as bad as I feel. “Hi, Connor. You doing okay?”

“Better now,” I say matter-of-factly. “I’m glad you’re here. Good to see a friendly face.”

She hums, “Not a lot of nice customers today.”

I chuckle, “Let’s just say drinks have been spilt, names have been called, and my two week notice has been typed up and it’s ready to be sent if one more person complains about us being out chocolate chip cookies.”

She laughs, “Oh no. I’m so sorry.”

I shake my head, “It’s okay. Helping you out has been the highlight of my day.”

“Oh? Well, I am flattered.”

“What am I getting you today?”

“Well, I think we discussed last time, you making me your favorite drink. So I can branch out.”

I nod and smile, grabbing a cup, “Yes. We did. I’ll have it ready for you in a minute.”

“How much?” She asks, ready to insert her card, but I shake my head.

“No charge. It’s on me today.”

“What? No, Connor. I can’t let you do that.”

“No, please. I got it. Especially because I don’t want you paying for something and then you don’t like it? No way. It’s on me.”

“But-“

“Y/n, I’m not taking your money. And if you argue with me, I will put in my two weeks’ notice right now.”

She gasps, “The audacity!”

I laugh, I can’t help it. “Your order will be right out,” I say smugly.

Reluctantly, she puts her card away and moves to the side of the counter to pick up her drink. I’m about to start swirling in the caramel when it all comes out in one big glob and then nothing at all. I groan and look to Sam, “Gotta get more caramel from the back. You good here for a minute?”

“Yeah, got it covered.”

It takes me five minutes to find the caramel because whoever put it away during the morning shift didn’t put it where it was supposed to go. And in these five minutes, I have heard the bell above the door ring six more times and I know Sam can’t handle this on his own. But I finally get it, and promise to rip the morning staff a new one next time I come in. I rush out the back and Sam is working the cash register again, and y/n is standing there at the counter patient as ever.

I breathe a sigh of relief because of course she’s there with a soft smile on her face. I return the sentiment when I catch her eye. Then I’m back to making her drink. Before I hand it to her, I draw a semi-terrifying smiley face on the side of the cup and hand it to her. “I hope you like it. And sorry about that wait. The morning staff is so gonna get it tomorrow.”

She laughs, and I melt. I want to hear that sound for the rest of my life. It’s the most beautiful sound in the world. “Don’t worry about the wait. I’ve got nowhere to be, so I don’t mind the wait. Or the company,” she smiles. “You’re working tomorrow?”

I nod, “Same time.”

“Okay, maybe if it’s not so busy, you can tell me about how it goes with the morning staff.”

I smile, “Yes, I will definitely do that.”

“Okay, well I will leave you to work. Sam looks like he’s about to pull his hair out.”

I look over at my friend who is attempting to make three drinks at a time, which in a rush like this, is only a recipe for disaster. “Yeah, I should help him. I’ll see you tomorrow then?”

She hums, “Yes, you will. Have a good rest of your day, Connor.”

“You too, y/n.”

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I plop down on my bed, completely exhausted. Besides the drive home, this was the first time I’ve been off my feet since I got to work. I check the time on the clock by my bed and groan. I was supposed to meet a couple of my friends for a drink tonight, but honestly, nothing sounds more unappealing than that right now. So, I shoot a text to Will and tell him I won’t be coming out tonight and then I slowly push myself off the bed.

A shower would be nice. You wouldn’t think being a barista would cause you to sweat so much, btu dear god, when we hit that afternoon rush, it feels like you’re running a marathon. And right now, I just need to get out of these clothes and into bed.

My shower takes longer than usual, not for any particular reason other than I just stood under the water for a good ten minutes before I even thought of grabbing any soap.

I come back into my bedroom to my phone dinging with a message. I assume it’s just Will calling me out for not wanting to go with them tonight, so I ignore it and go to my dresser to get some boxers and a pair of shorts. I’m wringing out the water in my hair (that desperately needs a cut, but I’m far too busy to get one right now) when I go to grab my phone as it dings again.

I have one message from Will, and one from an unknown number. I furrow my brows at that and click on it.

Unknown

Hey! Did your day end up getting better after I left?

That’s weird. I never get random texts like this.

Me

I’m sorry. I think you have the wrong number.

Unknown

Is this Connor?

M

… yeah

Unknown

It’s y/n. Sam gave me your number. Apparently you get mopey when I leave.

So… did it get better? Or were you mopey lol

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[bubbashawn]

Going Home

author: It’s here and it’s kinda short but I’m trucking on with fine line so I’m sacrificing daily long posts for more writing time on the series. It’ll all be worth it (I hope for the sake of my sanity)

synopsis: You and your husband find out you’re one step closer to going home.

warnings: 1.3k of fluff. Lots of tears and a drunk Connor. Brushes over the topic of residency/citizenship but nothing heavy. Unedited (another sacrifice lol)

“Baby,” you shouted into your shared condo with your husband, “can, um can you come in here for a minute?”

“Can I have ten minutes? I’m shaving.”

“Bubba, please.”

Your voice cracked rereading the email still not believing the words. Your teary eyes blurring your vision making you think you’ve had to have read it wrong.

“Honey? Hey, what’s wrong?”

You hadn’t even noticed Shawn rushing into the living room after hearing the emotions in your voice. He still had patches of shaving cream on his chin and he hadn’t even started his sideburns but he’d dropped his razor in the foamy sink to rush to your side. His eyes were scanning your wet ones until you broke away to look down at the illuminated screen in your shaking hand.

“It’s, um i-it’s about the-” your voice was caught in your throat, the emotions putting pressure on your chest.

Shawn quickly placed his hand on your back rubbing against it — making sure the cold metal of his ring was flush against your hot skin. He kept looking at you when your eyes continued scanning the screen rereading the contents. He had his reading glasses on but didn’t dare try to read over your shoulder wanting you to have privacy and time to process what you wanted to say.

“Ohmygod, ohmygod, baby,” you turned the screen to him, “read it.”

Your husband slowly took the phone from your hand, they were shaking too much for him to actually comprehend the small lettering of an email. He was mumbling the first few words, eyes skipping along the lines figuring out the email was from your attorney.

“Shawn, o-out loud? Could you read it out loud?”

“Of course, honey,” he smiled sitting, settling into your side, “dear Mr. and Mrs. Mendes, I would like to inform you of some progress made regarding your case and our multiple attempts of getting Y/N Mendes’s Canadian residency.”

His glossed eyes turned to yours looking for the answer.

“Keep reading, Bubba, keep reading.”

“I am reaching out to congratulate you with the date of your interview, exactly one month from today at the Toronto Immigration Center. The documents I have linked will outline the exact details and contracts that need to be printed and signed prior. This is one step closer to your green card.” Shawn read the other formalities but your mind was blocking out his voice.

You were a citizen in Australia and had been living back and forth between your then-boyfriend's condo and your family home across the world. Shawn had met you through Connor Brashier during his fifth world tour and the two of you had maintained long distance for three years before he dropped to one knee.

Both of your passports were full of Canadian and Australian stamps as you went through customs for every visit. You had officially moved to Toronto permanently almost fours years ago before going back home for the last time to tie the knot in your hometown.

You hadn’t been home since.

Shawn took you back to Canada as a married woman and you could finally file a request for residency, being married to a Canadian citizen but that took time. Complications for various reasons were roadblocks between you and your family seeing that one of the requirements was while your request is in process you couldn’t leave the country. No vacations. No Australia.

You hadn’t been with your family in three years.

The email Shawn was currently scanning over again was the last piece to a very complex puzzle. You’d go to your interview where you could be approved and could very well book tickets to Australia the moment your green card came through the mail. You could see your mum and dad. Your friends. Your family dog, who was three years older than the last time you’d seen her furry face.

“Honey, you just got your notice,” Shawn smiled before pulling you into his arms, “I’m so happy for you, baby.”

“This doesn’t feel real. Like we’ve been waiting so long, ohmygod. It really doesn’t feel real”

“It’s really happening.”

“I know,” you were sniffling, “it’s just that I thought it’d never happen.”

“I know, baby, I know.”

“It’s been so hard recently. I just, I don’t know.”

“Hey, look at me,” you pulled your head from his neck, “I love you and I’m with you every step of the way.”

Your eyes started tearing up again. Your husband had been your rock these past few years. Through every victory and false hope, Shawn had been by your side to lift you higher or pull you together.

Your hands found his cheeks rubbing your thumb against the soft skin, your nails brushing the frames around his eyes. He leaned into them pushing his face closer to yours. Shawn littered kisses across your face; for love, comfort, reassurance, disbelief. He was proving to you that this, this moment, was real.

“I still can’t believe it. Like, I know it’s real but it’s not fully settled yet, y’know?”

“Mmhmm.”

“I’m so happy.”

You could feel his smile against your skin. His wedding band cold against your flustered skin, grounding you.

“Yeah? Do you want to do something?” Shawn mumbled into your ponytail, “invite some friends over? Dinner and drinks or something?”

“Can it just be us right now?”

He pulled your body into his lap, your arms wrapping around his shoulders, and his hand pulling your legs around his waist.

“Of course,” he stood, making you giggle in his hold, “I’m going to cuddle you and then love on you and then you’ll fall asleep in my arms, eh?”

“Sounds perfect.”

“Always for you.”

It was hours later when you woke up to the sound of your phone blaring. The device ringing as a contact flashed across the screen. You pulled yourself from your husband's tight grip and slipped from the duvet, padding your way across the hardwood before seeing Connor’s name on the screen.

“Bud, do you realize what time it is?”

The clock read two.

“I’m sorry,” his voice slurred.

“Are you drunk?”

“Tipsy, at best.”

“Why’re calling so early?”

You heard him whip open a door and heard muffled voices from who you hoped was Connor’s Uber driver.

“Shawn told me to come over in the morning so we could talk. I settled on calling you and it is the morning.”

“You’re a little more than tipsy.”

“Just tell me, please,” the intoxicated boy was basically whining, “I’m not letting you sleep until you do.”

“I’ve got a date for my interview.”

That sobered him up fast.

“Are you serious?”

You hummed in agreement.

“Christ. Y/N, I’m so happy for you!”

“Thank you. Come over at some point later for brunch, yeah?”

“That’d be great.”

“Okay then, get some sleep.”

“Yeah, yeah. I love you and can’t wait to hear everything.”

“Love you too, Con.”

You hung up once you were sure his mumbling was done sending one final goodnight before placing your phone back onto the dresser next to Shawn’s prized jewelry box.

Turning back you were shocked to see your bare chested husband sitting up in your shared bed looking lovingly at your distant figure.

“Honey, who was that?”

“Connor,” his eyebrows furrowed, “he was slightly intoxicated and called because it was morning.”

Shawn’s eyes widened in realization as you settled yourself on his lap. He shot you a half guilty half sleepy smile.

“Sorry, that’s my fault. I told him we had news but I really didn’t think he’d call this early.”

“Not your fault. He’s coming over for brunch and I thought we could invite a couple close friends as celebration?”

“Whatever you want, baby.”

“I love you, my Canadian boy.”

He chuckled pulling you down to curl into his side, eyes twinkling with pure happiness because you were happy. Shawn hadn’t seen you this happy or relieved in months.

“I love you, my Australian girl. Or should I say Canadian-Australian girl.”

“I have to say that doesn’t roll off the tongue.”

He smiled at your sleepy chatter before he just stared down at your peaceful features, dozing off to your soft snores muffled into his neck and your slow heartbeat.

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[mikrowrites]

Boats, Best Friends, and Burgers

Shawn Mendes x Reader

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

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

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

But that damn boat party changed everything.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh, shit.”

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

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

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

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

“I’d rather jump first.” She sighed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah. Why?” Shawn questioned.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[softboywriting]

Tea and Love | Connor Brashier

Summary: You and Connor have a day off before Shawn’s birthday. You’re supposed to spend the day together but it doesn’t exactly go as planned. [comfort fic] [fluff] [non au] [period talk]

Word Count: 850

|Masterlist In Bio|

It's that time again. The time of the month where your uterus betrays you for not giving it a child. Sometimes you can't wait until you reach your fifties and sixties and menopause takes over. But until then you find yourself in a losing battle with your body.

Currently you're sat on the floor in front of the couch in your hotel room crying. The zipper on your makeup case in your purse broke and your compact got all over everything. It's not a big deal, you can always get more powder and wash out the bag. But it's just the final straw. Everything has been getting to you today and your nerves are shot. You and Connor arrived in New York a day early to spend some time together before Shawn arrived for his next show and birthday party. That's what was supposed to happen, but then Andrew called and asked Connor to get some scenic shots for some new project they were working on. You feel left out and forgotten. Combine that with your period and you're a mess.

"Hey babe, I stopped by the-" Connor freezes mid sentence when he sees you. He hates when you cry. It makes him cry and feel helpless if there's nothing he can do about it. Usually he's good at making the tears go away though. It's like his super power you're pretty sure. "What happened?"

"My compact broke." You hold it up in two empty dusty pieces, lacking all of it's fine pressed powdery insides.

He walks over and kneels beside you. "I can go get a new one. I'll even take this so I get the right kind. Here, give it to me."

"I don't care about the powder." You sniff, dropping the compact back in your bag. "I just I'm so emotional and my stomach hurts and you...I can't explain. You'll be mad at me."

Connor puts his arm around you and kisses your cheek. He wipes away your tears and kisses your head this time. "Talk to me. What's going on?"

"We were supposed to be together today and you had to work. You always have to work." You sigh shakily. "I know it's a high demand job, and I know I'm extremely lucky to be able to be on tour with you and Shawn for a few months. I just wish we could actually get some alone time."

"I'm sorry. You're so right. I should have told Andrew no, that it's my day off. I'm so, so sorry." He cups your face and you stare at him as he pleads silently with those big blue eyes for you to forgive him. As if you hadn't already.

"Can we have the rest of the day?"

"Yes. I'm all yours sweetheart. Can I get you anything? Do you want to go anywhere?"

You debate asking him to go out to dinner but your cramps say otherwise. The best thing right now would be to post up on the couch with a hot pad, some warm tea and Connor's hands rubbing your stomach. "I need tea."

"I'll go get some. Chocolate too? Cookies? Salty snacks?" He stands up and heads for the door. "I'll get you anything."

"A box of tampons? I'm low."

"Absolutely. I'll be back in a few. Text me anything else you can think of."

When Connor comes back half an hour later he's got a grocery bag full of stuff. You're surprised since you only asked for tea, he knows you like Earl grey, and tampons. He's got both of those things, but he also has a box of chamomile tea, peppermints and two lemons as well as a handful of candy bars and a bag of gummy worms. You smile as he unpacks and tells you to relax.

Connor bumps your legs a few minutes later and hands you a cup of tea as he sits down and you lay your legs over his lap. "Its special tea."

"Oh yeah?"

"Mmm. The lady at the store who helped me with the tampons told me that lemon and mint with chamomile tea can help with period symptoms."

You look into the cup that has a tea bag, a peppermint and a lemon slice in it. An interesting concoction. "Did she say peppermint?"

"No. But it's mint? Right?"

You giggle and take a sip. It's actually pretty good. The primary flavor is mint with a little tang from the lemon. "Not bad. Thank you Connabon."

He smiles and rolls his eyes, leaning his head back. He hates that nickname more than Baby Brash but since it's you, he lets it side. "You're lucky I like you."

"Like me? You looooove me."

He runs his hand over your thigh and up to your lower stomach. "Yeah, yeah you're right." You close your eyes as he massages gently along your waist band. "You're my moon and stars."

"Did you get that line from Mendes?"

"Maybe."

"I like it."

Connor smirks. "Knew you would." He kisses his hand and presses it to your tummy. "Love you."

"Love you too "

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Thank you for reading! I know I’m fairly new to Connor stuff and it’s absolutely @shawnm521‘s fault. This is hopefully the first of many blurbs and fics I’ll write. I’m really excited to write for Connor (while also writing for Shawn, no worries) becuase it’s like a fresh new take, a new vibe, and I’m buzzing. Thank  you so much for reading! My connor blog is @connabonbrashier if you wanna see more Connor stuff and I’ll be reblogging this to there as well. 

Thank you so much! Please reblog :) -A

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[euphoria-svt]

You’re 10/10

In honour of yesterday being 10/10, I thought of this and I hope you enjoy this little fluff! 

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You opened your eyes tiredly as the sunlight, peeking through the curtain, hits you. You roll around sleepily, wanting to cuddle into your boyfriend because your body was against getting out of bed in that moment.

You expected to find him behind you, still fast asleep in his side of the bed, but when you were met with an empty spot instead; you frowned. You touched the sheets where he laid and it felt cold, which meant Connor has been awake and out of bed for quite some time; not wanting to disturb you after the amount of studying you were doing last night.

You reached for your phone on the side table to check for the time and any messages your friends may have sent to you. When the device was close enough to your face, it’s only then you realize that there was a sticky note stuck to the phone screen.

1/10 - hi baby! You looked so peaceful sleeping so I didn’t want to disturb you :( I’ve got practice till 1pm then I’m heading to Shawn’s for a study session (and no, we’re not gonna play FIFA…) I know you’re heading to the library with Sam so I’ll see you later okay? Have an amazing day! I love you tons, sweets xx

You snickered at how his handwriting decreased in font size with each word, trying to fit the entire paragraph on the pink sticky note. You smiled to yourself, taking the note off from your phone and pasting it on the table instead.

Connor loved doing little things like these that would make your day. You loved it when he randomly writes stuff on sticky notes and pasting them on objects/at places where you would usually see them, regardless of what he writes on them. He could probably write something boring that his professor said during a lecture and it would still make you smile.

After fifteen minutes of going through your phone in bed, you thought it was finally time to get yourself ready for the day so you could meet Sam in the library on time. Once you got out of bed and did some light stretching, you headed for the bathroom and that’s when you noticed another pink note stuck on the white door.

2/10 - don’t shower too long!! Or you’ll be late for your study session :p xx

You rolled your eyes at his comment. So, you like to take long showers sometimes and Connor loved teasing you about it. After taking a quick shower, you headed for your shared closet so you could choose a comfy attire to put on for your long day in the library.

On the inner door of the closet, you noticed there were two sticky notes with his messy handwriting that you adored.

3/10 - since you’re going to the library, I figured you wanted to wear something comfy. Picked out your favourite grey hoodie (that belongs to me but apparently isn’t mine anymore? Logical, I guess) and a pair of black leggings for you and it’s folded in the middle compartment :) xx

3/10 (continued) - I can’t see you right now but I bet you look suuuuuper cozy in that hoodie and I just want to cuddle with my very soft girlfriend. Tonight please? Circle your answer below and stick it on my table ❤️ xx

Yes            No (If you circle this, you’re on the couch tonight ma’am. I refuse to share the bed if I’m not getting cuddles. Nope)

You blushed to yourself as you read the notes. Connor knew you like the back of his head; it was like he read your mind because what he picked out for you was exactly what you were thinking of wearing ever since you were in the shower.

After changing into your clothes, you took the stickynote, walked over to your desk for a pen, circled ‘yes’ and stuck it on Connor’s side table then made the bed, just because you love coming home to a neat room.

You had no idea why Connor was suddenly bringing up the random note pasting again out of nowhere but you weren’t going to go against it.

You grabbed your belongings and headed out to the kitchen. On the door that separated the kitchen from the living room, to no one’s surprise; was another note.

4/10 - I know you’re heading to the kitchen to make coffee but please eat something!! Or I’ll kick your butt!! (Okay fine, I won’t. Your butt is too cute to be kicked)

But seriously baby, have something to eat. You’re gonna need the energy for your study session xx

And something hits you. Each note was numbered, which was unusual for him to do and it started to make you wonder; was there something about today that you completely missed?

Connor’s birthday? Nope, that was months ago.

Your birthday? Nope, that was over as well.

Anniversary? Not for another month.

As you stood over the counter, having cereal for breakfast and a glass of water, you shot him a quick text.

iMessage to Baby Con: what’s with all the sticky notes? xx

iMessage from Baby Con: no reason! Felt like showering you with a bit more love todayyyy xxx

And you let it slide. If Connor wants to be a little sweeter today, who were you to tell him to stop?

You went to drop the empty bowl in the sink and opened up one of the cabinets to retrieve your flask so you could fill it with hot coffee. On your flask was another note.

5/10 - You know how the ‘I love you 3000’ became a thing after Endgame? Can we make our own one so it’s more special?

I love you 3011 honey!!

p.s if you don’t get this… I’m seriously gonna pack up and leave you xx

3011; 30th November aka your anniversary.

Connor must be an idiot if he thought you could ever forget that date.

You were finally prepared to leave the apartment and head to the library when you caught a glance of another pink note stuck on the wall right above the shoe rack.

6/10 - Don’t forget to take this umbrella with you, honey! I checked the weather forecast and it’s gonna rain, which sucks. Love you and stay safe! xx

Yeah, he is really the most thoughtful and sweetest guy you’ve ever met.

When you finally met up with Sam in the library, you took out all your books from your bag. You smiled to yourself when you saw another note stuck on one of your binders.

7/10 - Study hard, baby!! But not too hard, please. I don’t want you to overstress yourself. That’s not good for my baby :( Love you, sweets and I’ll see you in a few hours xx

Sam notices you smiling to yourself, looking over the note on your binder. She smirked, reaching across the table and taking the binder out of your hand “Well, well, well, what do we have here?”

You looked up to face her, shaking your head with a smile “Connor’s just being Connor”

“Aww” She cooed, reading over the note “Brashier’s really whipped for you, babe”

You blushed “Yeah, I guess so”

3 hours into discussing over theories and re-reading case studies, you were starting to feel hungry, but you being you, always had the habit of skipping meals when you were in the middle of a study session.

And Connor knew that fact about you so well.

So, when you flipped to the last page of the article you were reading, there sat another note.

8/10 – Congrats on finishing this article! Now, stop studying and go get lunch, baby! You deserve to take a break ❤️

p.s don’t even think about lying to me. I’ll personally ask Sam if you actually ate something xx

“Hey Sam?” You called out to your friend “Wanna go grab lunch now? We’ve been at this for quite some time”

“Oh, thank God” She sighed in relief, shutting her books “I’ve been waiting for you to say that! I’m starving right now”

It was nearly 7pm when you realized how late it was getting. Your brain was burned out and you could see Sam was getting exhausted as well, seeing how you’ve been at the library for about 8 hours now.

You decided it was time to call it a day and went ahead packing all your stuff. After bidding goodbye to her at the library entrance, you headed towards the direction of home.

Pushing the front door to your shared apartment open, you made sure to lock it after letting yourself in. You took off your shoes and picked them up to place it on the rack when you noticed a new note stuck on the wall.

9/10 - are you today’s date? xx

You re-read the question, getting more confused by it. Was your brain too tired to even function or did that question made zero sense at all?

“Connor?” You called out to him as you walked deeper into the apartment “You home, love?”

“Yeah! ‘M in the kitchen, babe!” You heard him respond back to you.

You dropped your bag and headed for the kitchen, where you found him and a bouquet of roses and a box of pizza to share for the night on the counter “Hi bubs” You said, stunned by the flowers.

You definitely weren’t expecting flowers to be present for a regular dinner night.

“Hi baby” He greeted you with a smile, pressing a quick kiss to your lips “How was your day at the library?”

“Long” You noted then your eyes trailed over to the bouquet behind him, skeptically asking him “What’s with the flowers, Con? Is there a special occasion that I missed?”

Connor smirked in reply, shaking his head “No occasion. Just your answer to the 9th sticky note”

“You mean the ‘are you today’s date?’ question?” You asked confusingly “What does that have to do with getting me flowers, honey?”

“Take a closer look at the flowers and you’ll find out, baby”

Still stunned, you walked towards the island and admired the rosses. You see a card sticking out from the bouquet and as you unfolded it, you felt like your heart could burst at what was written inside.

Because you’re definitely 10/10, sweets! And I love you always xx

p.s I really hope you understand this or my brilliant idea has just gone to waste

It finally hits you; are you today’s date? Because you’re 10/10.

10th October; today’s date.

Connor walks over to you, places his hand on your waist as he pressed a kiss to your head “Do you get it now?” He asked, grinning widely.

You look up at him and he sees the laugh that’s trying to escape from your lips “Are you trying to tell me you did all this so you could tell me I’m 10/10, Connor D. Brashier?”

“I thought of this last year and had to wait a whole year to do it so, yes” He said proudly “Because you really are a 10/10, babe”

You cooed, wrapping your arms around him “This is the cheesiest shit you’ve ever done but it’s all so very cute. I love you so much and thank you for entertaining me with your little notes today, bubs”

“’M only cheesy when it comes to you, sweets” He told you, pressing a kiss to your clothed shoulder “Because you’re the only one I love”

“You’re the absolute ray of sunshine in my life, bubs” You sighed happily “And hey, for what it’s worth, I don’t think you’re a 10/10 to me”

He looks at you amusedly with his eyebrows furrowed “Is that supposed to make me feel good?”

“Yeah because you’re way more than a 10 to me, bubs. And I thank all the stars in the sky that I’m lucky enough to have you as my boyfriend”

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[softiecaro]

I am really wanting one where you go on vacation with Connor and you just have a amazing time and ahhhh

ROAD TRIP

Anon, I don't know if this was really what you had in mind, but I hope you like it 😢

Summary: You go on vacation with your group of friends (Connor, Alessia, Brian, Shawn, Sam and Camila). None of your friends know about your crush on Connor B, except Alessia, who is your childhood friend and also your neighbor.

Warnings: English is not my native language so I apologize if there are mistakes.

A/N: Sorry, I'm a fan of friends to lovers stories, I hope you are too.

"Ok, we'll pick up your boyfriend and Sam first." Alessia exclaims, glancing at me as she drives.

"He is not my boyfriend". I join in my seat.

"But you wish." I just ignore her. "If you don't make a move, then I'll do it myself."

As soon as we reach our first destination, Alessia honks the truck's horn countless times until the two boys leave.

Connor wears tight black pants with a black sweatshirt. On his head he wears a moss green cap that highlights his light blue eyes. Does it come in slow motion or is it just my imagination? I try to look away, but it's not until they are three feet apart that I force myself to do so.

He smiles at us and I feel my heart in my throat. Calm down Y / N, I say to myself.

"Hey" Both boys say hello at the same time.

Now we went to look for the others, and on the way I just hummed the songs from the radio "Hey guys, good morning." I hear my favorite boy as soon as we reach our second destination. Camila, Brian and Shawn get on. Unconsciously I glance at the rear view mirror finding Connor's calm face smiling at our friends. Apparently he felt my gaze so the blue-eyed man looks at the rearview mirror and smiles at me, I quickly look away and bite my lip nervously.

We are now heading to the supermarket in search of food for our trip.

"Ok guys, this will be quick. We will break up into groups. Camila, Shawn and Connor to the drinks." The trio grabs a cart and goes away, quickly disappearing from view. "Brian and Sam go get the treats, very important, indispensable."

When the three of them walk away, Less begins to walk and I keep up with her without saying a word. After wandering through various corridors and pulling out a few things, she speaks.

"That's it baby, come on." She announces and then we walk to the cash registees. It only takes a couple of minutes for the others to come to our side so that we could pay for everything.

We finish paying and I take one of the bags.

"Hey, I'll take it." I jerk my head around and look at Connor, who takes the bag from my hands, causing the two to touch and causing an electric current.

"Don't worry, I can do it alone." I whisper embarrassed.

"Anyway". He tells me back.

When we arrive, we quickly put things in the trunk and then I feel like a hand is placed on my back pushing me into the truck.

"Get up quickly, get up." Brian is the one who pushes me roughly, making me sit in the last row of seats, Connor follows me.

"There is no need to be such a brusque buddie." He exclaims, scowling but at the same time amused.

"I'm sorry." Brian apologizes in a tone of voice much higher than he normally speaks, while giving us a smile from ear to ear.

Sam, Brian and Alessia are sitting in the middle row of seats. The last one passed the keys to Shawn to be the pilot and Camila at her side as co-pilot.

For the first few minutes of the trip, Mila tunes the radio very low.

Beside me, I feel like the blue-eyed man takes something out of her pocket. I glance sideways to my right and watch as he puts his phone on his lap and then tries to untangle a pair of headphones. I turn my head and seeing his frustrated face, it's impossible not to let out a small laugh.

"What?" He ask with a sideways smile without showing teeth. "You are laughing at me?"

I quickly shake my head turning my gaze forward.

"Hey, Y / N" I turn my gaze to him, who offers me one of the headphones. I stare at the object for a few seconds, hesitating, but finally I receive it and put it to my ear.

"Thank you." I mumble and then the melodious voice of Elvis Presley to the song Can't falling in love reaches my ears.

I glance sideways at Connor, who closes his eyes while shaking his head gently, enjoying the song. I panic when I see his head come up to me until it rests on my shoulder.

His closeness makes me nervous and unconsciously I begin to move my legs restlessly, causing our knees to rub. He opens his eyes, wondering with his eyes if something was wrong and I answer him by shaking my head as gently as possible.

He puts his head back on my shoulder and I feel like my eyes are closing until I fall asleep. Then, what seems like 20 minutes later, the background music from the truck makes my eyes pop open.

"I hope you know I'm for the takin '. You know this cookie is for the baking. Kitty, kitty, baby give that thing some rest." They all sing along to Rihana's Wild Thoughts.

"Guys, I need to go to the bathroom" Alessia's voice interrupts the "little" karaoke that had been put together. "Urgent"

"Ok Less, we'll stop at the next gas station." Shawn tells him kindly, how it is so typical of him.

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A/N: I know, this is very short. I want to turn it into a miniseries. What would you think? By the way, sorry for my English :( again.

[xeunoais]

Better Half

(A/N: i seriously missed writing connor blurbs more than i can even explain!! oh and this is told from connor’s pov btw! anyways i hope you enjoy this lol)

Summary: You tried cooking Connor breakfast like he always does for you, even though you don’t cook whatsoever. Well it ends up turning into a big mess but he saves the day. I mean, you are each other’s better halves.

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A groan left my throat as I waved my arm around the sheets, searching for something that apparently wasn't there.

I lifted my head up and cracked one eye open in the bright morning sun to see that she wasn't anywhere to be found.

My eyes found the bathroom that was open and empty as well. I pulled myself to the edge of the bed to see if she fell off while she was sleeping again and grunted when she wasn't there.

"Y/n?" I whispered.

No response. I fell back onto the bed and rubbed my eyes, blinking slowly as to adjust to the day before finally getting up. I looked down at my bare chest and sweatpants and decided that putting on a shirt wasn't worth the effort right now, got up and walked to the door of our room.

Once I opened the door and walked out a few feet, I heard some noises coming from our kitchen downstairs.

Maybe she's getting some cereal? I heard a few clanking sounds of pots or pans. Maybe it's a hungry burglar?

I listened a little closer as I walked down the stairs and could hear some angry mumbling that I definitely recognized as my Y/n's. Is she actually cooking for me? She never cooks.

My heart melted at the thought and I quickly, but quietly, made my way down the rest of the stairs so I could watch around the corner.

"Okay, now that its all mixed together I need to spray the pan and then I can cook it. Right?" She asked herself, looking at her phone that she had propped up against a stack of cooking books.

I laughed quietly to myself as I pictured her trying to use a cooking book before giving up and finding a video on YouTube.

"Okay so now I poor in the egg stuff," she trailed off as she carried a large mixing bowl to the stove.

I held my breath for a moment seeing as she had the flame as high as it would go and she was already struggling with the nearly full bowl of omelette mixings.

Please don't spill them. Please don't spill them. Please don't spill them.

I jumped down from the stairs when she lost grip of the bowl and all of the contents spilled over the counter, most luckily avoiding the stove.

Y/n quickly grabbed a dish towel from in front of the stove to try to clean up the mess that was continuing to spill onto the stove and screamed when the rag caught on fire.

"Baby, watch out," I spoke quickly taking the rag from her hand and tossing it into the sink that had been full of dishwater before turning off the stove.

I grabbed some paper towels and made a barrier between the stove and countertop to stop the mess from spreading too much before turning to look at Y/n.

I tried to look stern but I forgot almost immediately when I saw her standing there, tears in her eyes, and her left hand gripping her right wrist.

"I'm so sorry, Con. I just wanted to make you breakfast like you do for me and then I nearly caught the whole house on fucking fire and-"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, hey, stop." I stepped in front of her and put both of my hands on her cheeks, making her look at me.

"Don't beat yourself up, I think that you are an amazing cook and do you want to know why?" She didn't answer, just blinked and sniffled a little. "Because you keep trying," I pushed a strand of hair back from her face, tucking it behind her ear. "And about the whole setting the house on fire," I pulled her in towards me in a hug, tucking her head beneath my chin.

"Nothing bad will ever happen as long as you let me be there to help you. Just like how I need you there to help me so that I don't do something dumb like build a skate ramp in our backyard and some other stupid shit that i blame Brian for making me want to do." I felt her let out a small laugh, her breath warming my still bare chest.

I kissed the top of her head before leaning back and sliding my hands down her arms to take a hold of her hands. I quickly let go when she let out a hiss at me touching her wrists.

"What? What's wrong? What did I do?" I could hear the panic in my own voice but I was too nervous that I had hurt her to care.

"No, no. It wasn't you," she sighed, lifting her right arm to show me the red burn that covered her hand around her thumb. It wasn't too horrible a burn but it was definitely going to blister.

"I think it happened when the rag caught on fire." Her cheeks were bright red, thin shiny tracks running down them from some of her tears spilling over from her eyes.

"Come here," I whispered, pulling her towards the kitchen island that hadn't been spilled on and I lifted her to sit on the counter. I went to our bathroom to grab our first aide kit and stood in between her legs.

After a few minutes of her giving me instructions on dressing her wound, she was all wrapped up and nearly done sniffling. I looked up from her wrist, into her eyes.

"You okay?" I asked.

"Mhmm," she hummed in response, leaning back. "I'm just sad. I wanted so bad to make you a breakfast and I couldn't even do a simple omelette without starting a fire. What fiancé can't even do a simple omelette?"

"I mean, one day we might have kids and they're going to need food and all I can do is cereal! I'm going to be a useless mother and wife. God I'm already a useless fiancé." Tears were streaming down her face at this point and my heart felt like it could break.

"Don't say that." My voice came out deep and gruff, anger very clear in my tone. Her eyes widened in surprise before I continued.

"I will not allow a single person on this planet, including you, talk about the love of my life like that. You have so many great qualities that make you a fantastic fiancé and will make you an even more fantastic wife and mother."

She laughed, still not even remotely close to understanding how wonderful she is in my eyes.

"You are so patient and creative. Our kids won't have a second of boredom if you have anything to do about it. You are so caring and will be the best nurse whenever the fall and scrape their hand or knees. No matter what our kids go through you'll find a way to make them feel better. Do you even remember how we met?" A wobbly smile overtook her lips.

"You were riding your bike by my friend's and you crashed into a fence across the street from her house." she laughed at the memory.

"And then what happened?" I urged her on.

"And then I invited you to my house next door to her’s, helped you get all bandaged up." she rolled her eyes, her smile actually real now.

"That's right," I smiled, leaning in to give her a kiss. I sighed as her lips touched mine, that has always given me “butterflies” as she calls it, that I didn't know was possible before I met her.

"Thanks for breakfast by the way," I spoke.

"What are you talking about? I didn't even make anything edible! Plus, the whole kitchen is a mess!" Y/n laughed, letting me know that she wasn't upset anymore, just slightly annoyed with how things had turned out.

"Ah, but baby, it’s the thought that counts, is it not?" She laughed again and I quickly turned around to the fridge, pulling out a box of toaster strudels and handed them to her.

"I'll clean up if you cook?" I asked as she smiled.

"Deal," she said, hopping off the counter. We worked quickly, and soon Y/n and I had wiped off the counter and stove top and tossed everything else in the sink by the time that our breakfast was popping out of the toaster. We sat down at the island, our fingers interlocked as we took our first bites.

"Con," she said softly, making me turn to her. "Thank you for being my better half."

"And thank you for being mine." I kissed her temple and we finished our toaster strudels in comfortable silence.

This girl truly was my bestfriend. She has been ever since we were 13 and I crashed my bike into that fence and she doctored me up. She was and always will be the better half of me.

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The End

(A/N: i hope you enjoyed this little connor blurb and remember feedback is highly appreciated!!)

[softiecaro]

Can you do one where you are meeting his family and you are really nervous but they end up absolutely loving you?

MEETING CONNOR'S FAMILY

Summary: You and Connor are going to visit his family so you are very nervous. Your boyfriend promises you that everything will be fine and that they will love you.

Warnings: English is not my native language so I apologize if there are mistakes.

✨ Hey anon, sorry this is too short :( but I hope you like it anyway.

We are on our way to Connor's town to meet his family, there is an hour until the plane lands and I squeeze the blond's hand.

"I think I'm regretting it." I say as I settle into my seat.

"What do you mean?" He asks me turning in my direction. "I think you're cutting off the blood flow to my hand, by the way."

"I'm sorry." I say immediately releasing the grip a bit and taking it to my mouth to give it a kiss. "I'm just so nervous. What if they don't like me?"

He lets out a soft laugh and now he takes my hand to his mouth and kisses it.

"Why wouldn't they like you? You are fantastic." He whispers looking me straight in the eye. I blush and start to shake my head.

"For you."

"For me." I remove my hand from his grasp and put it on my lap. "Oh, come on."

"Don't blame me for being nervous." I whisper. I feel him move in his seat and bring his face to my neck leaving a line of kisses.

"I promise you don't have to worry, they will love you completely, just like I do."

...

"There is my baby!" "A woman's voice catches our attention.

"That's Mom." Connor takes his suitcase with one hand and me with the other, while I do the same, he guides me through the crowd. " Mom"

"Oh my sweet boy." Connor lets go of my hand and approaches his mother, hugging her tightly.

I stay behind him, what am I supposed to do now?

"Hey, you must be Y/N." A man that I assumed is Connor's father, comes up to me and hugs me. "I'm very pleased to meet you, we were very excited for both of you to arrive."

"Mr. Brashier, I'm very pleased too." Just a second after he moved away from me, other arms immediately envelop me.

"Honey, we finally meet each other"

"Mom, let her breathe."

"Sorry." She apologizes while separating. "Hi, I'm Elaine, Connor's mother as you may have already noticed. This is my husband Craig, who you actually said hello already. How was your trip?"

"Pretty good, actually."

"He was sleeping most of the flight, so ..." I say and they laugh.

"Yes, he usually sleeps on all trips, no matter how short it is." His mother comments.

"Let me carry that." Mr. Brashier takes my suitcase and begins to guide us to the parking lot.

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"Dylan, we're home now." the woman yells to the second floor.

"What a nice house." I say whispering to myself, but she manages to hear me.

"Thank you very much sweetheart, make yourself at home." She smiled shyly at him. "Come, I'll show you the kitchen. Can you take the bags upstairs, sweetheart?" I thank Connor's father while he's upstairs with my things. Then I follow Mrs. Brashier into the kitchen giving one last look at Connor, who carries her own things.

"So this is the kitchen, feel free to have whatever you want. Are you hungry?"

"The truth is, yes, I'm a little hungry."

"I'd cooked a lasagna for lunch and there was leftover. Do you want some? Or do you want me to cook something else for you?"

"Lasagna sounds fantastic." Just a few minutes later, Connor arrives in the kitchen and we begin eating as we chat with the three of us.

"Did you say hello to Dylan? I think he was taking a bath when we arrived." Asks his mother.

“Hey you.” Just a second later, a boy comes down the stairs and heads toward my boyfriend.

"Hey you." He repeats it. When he reaches her side, they both give each other a strong and rough hug. "This is my girlfriend Y / N."

"Oh, so you really have a girlfriend. Hello, nice to meet you." He says giving me a short hug. "Oh, and this is Bobby." A little cat that was behind Dylan jumps onto my legs and starts purring. "I think he likes you."

"Even my cat liked you. " Connor says, wrapping his arm around my waist. "I told you they would love you."

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REQUEST ARE OPEN

[softiecaro]

SLOW DANCING IN A BURNING ROOM

Here's a imagine of Connor Brashier that literally no one asked for, haha.

Summary: Connor and Y / N are best friends but they want to be more than that. Everyone knows it, everyone knows they like each other, but they're both too shy to take the first step.

Warnings: English is not my native language so I apologize if there are mistakes.

Alessia, Brian and I were gathered together dancing to the music. Behind us Camila and Shawn dance together, the girl with her head resting on his chest. Around us, other people on the staff danced and talked fun.

It's not a silly little moment,

It's not the storm before the calm.

John Mayer's song slow dancing in a burning room begins to play. Unconsciously I look for Connor.

─I love this song.─Alessia comments as she begins to move her body from one side to the other to the rhythm of the music. Brian agrees with him by muttering a "mhm." There's Tiny.

I turn and see him standing just a few feet from where we were. Connor and I have a friend relationship but we want to be more than that, if you know what I mean. Everyone knows it, everyone knows that we like each other, but we are both too shy to take the first step.

This is the deep and dying breath of

This love that we've been working on.

─Hey.─ I say in his direction.

─Hey.─He greets me back after a few seconds. We continue a few meters away, neither of us dares to approach the other ─W-would you like to dance with me? ─ Question between stuttering. Even with the darkness, I notice how her cheeks turn red.

I walk slowly towards him. He timidly extends her hand in my direction, I took it delicately and immediately felt my knee tremble with her touch.

He draws me closer to him with his hands on my waist and I place mine on his shoulders. Still nervous and without looking into his eyes, I start to move my body at the same time as his.

Laughter from our friends only makes our nerves worse.

─Stop, leave them alone.─I hear Camila saying. I look to the side and see her showing me both thumbs in approval as she pushes the group away from us.

Can't seem to hold you like I want to

So I can feel you in my arms.

─Ok, this is awkward.─ Connor says, getting my full attention.─But I don't want it to be awkward.

I remain silent for a few seconds, just looking at his eyes.

─Then let's make it not uncomfortable. We should loosen up a bit, right?─I whisper and he nods his head. I let out a sigh that I didn't know I was holding back and with a little more confidence I move my hands up to his hair.

─I like that.─He comments about my movement and I blush looking at our feet that were moving awkwardly to the beat of the music.

Nobody's gonna come and save you,

We pulled too many false alarms.

Now it's he who takes the next step. He puts his hands on my chin so that I lift my head and look at him. He brings his face a little closer to mine, looking intently into my eyes. Our breaths mix and I feel like I'm going to pass out from the closeness. After some intense looks, I decide to rest my head on his chest and the smell of his perfume floods my nostrils.

We're going down,

And you can see it too.

We're going down,

And you know that we're doomed.

My dear,

We're slow dancing in a burning room.

This is the closest we've ever been. Like I said before, we've been stuck in the friend zone for a long time because neither of us dares to cross that fine line.

─I like this.─I say.

─I like you, you know, right?─I choke on my own saliva, not expecting what he had just said. I pull my hands out of his hair.─Brian says I'm very obvious. I mean, I want to be, but I'm afraid of ruining what we have. You know?

How dare you say it's nothing to me?

Baby, you're the only light I ever saw.

─I like you too, Connor. ─I say in a whisper, taking his hands that are on my waist.

─Really?─He asks enthusiastically.─I mean, the guys always tell me you have feelings for me, but I didn't believe them. Is seriously? What are we supposed to do now?

─What do you want to do?

─I'd really like to kiss you.─He says in a barely audible whisper as he licks his lips.

─Then do it. ─I say boldly.

He inhales a large amount of air and right after exhaling it, he draws his face to mine clashing our noses in an Eskimo kiss.

─Are you sure?─He asks. I answer him by taking his shirt in my hands and drawing him one more to me, desperate to feel his lips against mine

─Yes.─I say. And finally, our lips collide.

It was as if we were surrounded by fireworks, what a cliché. I've only kissed two guys before and I've never felt anything like this.

He reaffirms the grip on my waist, pulling me closer to him, as if that were possible.

A few moments later we separated due to lack of air and I am left with my eyes closed.

What has happened?

─I don't regret it.─He says suddenly and I look at him with a frown.

─What do you mean?

─I don't regret kissing you. I really like that.

─I don't regret it either, Connor.

[softiecaro]

SLOW DANCING IN A BURNING ROOM

─ Summary: Connor and Y / N are best friends but they want to be more than that. Everyone knows it, everyone knows they like each other, but they're both too shy to take the first step.

MEETING CONNOR'S FAMILY

─Summary: You and Connor are going to visit his family so you are very nervous. Your boyfriend promises you that everything will be fine and that they will love you.

ROAD TRIP

─Summary: You go on vacation with your group of friends (Connor, Alessia, Brian, Shawn, Sam and Camila). None of your friends know about your crush on Connor B, except Alessia, who is your childhood friend and also your neighbor.

[softiecaro]

REQUEST FOR CONNOR BRASHIER ARE OPEN! 💗✨

I really want to write about Con, so if you have ideas, you can tell me about it in this link <3

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