#connor david brashier

[mywrittingwonderland]

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

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

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

Word Count: 1,424

# Blurb week 1

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I am okay, thank you…"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes?" She looked back at him.

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

"I would love to go do something afterward."

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

General Taglist: @arypesanchez 

[shawnpetermuffins]

Not to be NSFW but I want to fuck...ing cuddle Connor David Brashier.

[connordavidscamera]

So... "blue"???

[brianc521]

Connor angst where he makes you not feel worth it

Been awhile since I’ve written for Connor, here you go!

Space | Connor Brashier

Connor’s been extremely busy since he’s come home from tour with Shawn. He’s been almost as busy as he was on tour. 

Collabing with David Dobrik. Connecting with Madison and planning future projects. Filming a music video with Kygo. Meetings with Shawn’s team about new music and the docu from tour. 

You’ve seen him just about as much as you did while he was on tour. The difference being, you share a home, and he is actually home. Well most of the time. While with David he hopped a flight to Vegas and didn’t tell you until after he had arrived. He’s traveled to Canada for meetings and to see Brian. Never once thinking to invite you. 

“I’m busy, what the fuck do you want me to do about it?” He spits, eyes glued to his phone.

You actually wonder if his eyes are still blue, because you can’t remember the last time he looked up from his phone long enough for you to be able to focus on the color. Soon they have to turn into a screen themselves right? 

“Take a break? It is a human thing to do.” You mutter, washing up the dinner dishes. 

“I don’t need to though. You’re just being fucking needy.” 

You look down into the sink, swallowing back the tears trying to escape you. He’s been so moody lately, and you think it’s because he spends all of his time in front of a screen. It has to pent up some energy there, cause mood changes. You just happen to be the constant in his line of fire. 

“No response?” He snides, standing up, thumb tapping at his phone rapidly. “Cool.” He rolls his eyes, turning and walking out of the room. You stare after him, shaking your head. 

What were you still doing here? He obviously doesn’t seem to want you anymore. You can not pinpoint the last time you remember being in bed together at the same time. Or when he touched you last. He’s constantly telling you that you bother him, and get in his way. Now suddenly you’re ‘fucking needy’ for simply wanting to know if he’d be home this weekend. It wasn’t like you were sticking your plans on him, you literally just wanted to know. 

You set the plate you’re holding down, turning the sink off before drying off your hands. You’re over it. At this point you’re more hurt in this relationship than you are happy, so why were you fighting when he isn’t. You’re actually just fighting against him, and you’re tired. 

You pass his office, noticing he left the door open for once. What you don’t see is how he leans over to see you from around his monitor screen. His brows furrow when he watches you wipe your cheek. 

He listens as you reach into the closet and pull your luggage out. He goes back to what he was editing, that is until you walk past again, this time pulling your suitcase behind you. 

His heart stops, and suddenly he can’t remember what you said to him during dinner. He can’t remember how he responded. So he gets up, walking into the hallway as you head to the bedroom. 

“What are you doing?” He asks harshly, stalking after you. 

You don’t respond, you just lug the suitcase up onto your once shared bed. He appears in the doorway when you flip the top up and open. He crosses his arms and leans against the doorframe. 

“Are you going on a trip?” He asks, voice so detached almost as if he’s annoyed.

You ignore him, and the sharp pain ripping through your chest as you think about no longer being with him. You turn and open your drawer, pulling out all your panties and bras. You dump them into the bag and turn back for your next drawer. 

“Gonna be gone long enough to need all of those?” He snickers, walking forward and sitting on the bed next to your bag. 

You turn back, and almost stop at how close he is, but continue with all your camisoles and sports bras in hand. You settle them in the bag and make sure there’s room for your shirts and pants, as long as you have the things you need for work this week you can then have the time to figure out how to come back to get the rest of them. 

His face scrunches as he watches you grab every shirt from your shirt drawer, leaving it empty as you hip check it closed. It all starts to click in his brain when you reach for your jeans. 

“Hey,” He says, looking down into your bag and then back up at your heartbroken face. “What’s happening?” He says quickly, reaching for your hands. “What happened? Is everyone okay?” 

It hurts you even more that he thinks you’re packing because someone’s hurt and needs you. Not that you’re hurt and don’t need him anymore. 

You still won’t speak to him as you throw a few pairs of shoes into the bag, turning for a few books. 

“Babe, what’s happening? Talk to me.” He stands, panicking a little. Watching you reach for your books tells him something is seriously wrong. “Where do we need to go? Your Moms? Grandpa?” He flounders, opening his closet and pulling a bag out as well. 

“No Connor,” You croak. Stopping him in his tracks. “You don’t need to go anywhere, I do.” 

“I can’t come?” He asks, stare going hard. 

“No.”

“Care to explain why?” He sets his hands on his hips. 

“Because I’m leaving.” 

“You’re leaving?” 

“I’m leaving you.” You look up at him from under your lashes, scared of his reaction.

“What?” He breathes out, voice so low that if you weren’t so accustomed to everything about him you probably wouldn’t have heard it. 

“I can’t do it anymore.” 

“What do you mean?” 

“You’re unhappy.” 

“Who said that?” He raises his voice, hands going to his hair. You flinch at the movement and turn to keep grabbing things, like your phone charger. 

“You did.” 

“No I didn’t.” 

“You did Connor, earlier when you called me fucking needy. Yesterday when you told me I was bothering you. Last week when I was ‘in the way’ while you were setting up to edit. When you stopped coming to bed. When you started traveling and saw what your life could be. What your life should be. When you realized that I hold you back from what you want.” 

“That’s not fucking true, you’re what I want.” 

“No Connor I’m not. And you’ve made that blatantly clear. So just give me a few minutes to get some essentials and I’ll be out of your way for awhile. And the next time you go out of town, probably this weekend, I’ll come back and get the rest of my things and you’ll have what you want. You just have to give me a little time to pack up my life.” 

His eyes are watering with tears, heart breaking at the fact that he actually made feel like he doesn’t want you. 

“No, I don’t want that. I want your life, here, with me. Please, don’t do this.” 

“You’ll be okay,” You sniffle, turning and jumping at how close he is now. Practically chest to chest. “Me? I’ll learn to be okay, I love you Connor. And if I don’t make you happy anymore then I love you enough to let you go so you can be.” 

“Stop, please.” He sobs, “I don’t want that. I want you, you make me so happy. I’m living the best life I could because I have you. I didn’t mean any of those things. I’ve been stressed out, and so overworked. I don’t even remember saying those things. Please let me make it better.” 

Your shoulders slump as you look at him. He’s crying in a way you’ve never seen before. You’ve been together for years, tears in front of each other have occurred. Usually for him it’s one of two cries. Hold me I’m sad, or, I’m not crying that’s dust in my eye. This though, this is a desperate cry. It’s like he can’t wrap his mind around what’s happening. He’s sobbing, can’t catch his breath as he babbles on and on. 

“I love you, I love you so much. Please, please don’t do this.” 

“Connor,” You coo, bringing a hand to his chest to get him to sit. He wraps his arms around your waist, never wanting to let go. “You need to calm down.” 

“I can’t, I mean you’re leaving me.” He hiccups, rubbing his face on your stomach, leaving tears stains on the fabric of your shirt. 

“I think we need a break.” 

“No.” He whips his head up. “We promised to never do that, we promised.” He whines. 

“We were different when we promised that.” 

“How? How were we different?” 

“We were in love then.” 

His whole world crumbles around his, you watch every muscle in his face frown. “We’re not in love?” He wails. 

“I love you Connor, and I know you love me. But we’re not the same couple we used to be. We don’t try anymore. If you can count this as a hug then I think this is the 2nd time you’ve hugged me since you’ve come home. We don’t try and fight for the other any more. We don’t try to flirt or really show our love because we’ve become reliant on the fact that we do love each other. While what we need is to show the other we care. I’ve failed too, it’s on the both of us. So let’s take some time, give some distance and see if we can find that couple again.”

“I don’t want you to leave, I’ll stay in the guest room if you want space. Just don’t leave.” 

“No Connor, we need more space than that.” 

“Please, I’ll make it better just don’t leave.” 

“I’ll call you in the morning, before I leave for work.” You sigh, prying his hands off and reaching for your suitcase. After getting it zipped up and back on the ground you feel his hand wrap around your wrist.

“Let me take you out tomorrow. A date, like we used to. Let me make you fall in love with me again.” He pleads.

“Okay,” You smile, nodding at him. 

He hesitates, but leans closer. “Can I kiss you?” He whispers. 

You contemplate it, but in the end know you need him too. So you nod and hold back your own cry when his lips touch yours. It’s a kiss you haven’t had in awhile. It’s soft, and slow. Needy and desperate, but all the love you haven’t felt in so long. 

You haven’t even left yet, but the space is working. You know you’ll be back in this room soon enough. This time with your lover with you.

[brashierc]

Check the Crib

You sighed as you flopped on the couch, conveniently on the cushion Connor’s arm was slung over. He grinned, curling his arm around your shoulder and pulling you into his body. 

“Hey Baby.” He whispered, planting a long smooch to your temple.

It’d been a long night. With Myles catching a cold from preschool and needing constant nose blowing help and wrangling him into taking cough medication, then to Bella having a total meltdown when it came to bed time, you were completely exhausted.

“Hey.” You sighed, curling into his warm body, nosing into his neck.

“You okay?” 

“Yeah, I’ve just had this headache all day and her screaming for the past hour didn’t help.”

“Babe,” He whines, “You should have told me I would have given you Myles.” He groans.

You smile, kissing his warm skin quickly before resting your head on his shoulder and staring at the TV screen that was showing the basketball game highlights.

“Hold on.” He hums, kissing your pouting lips before jumping up and rushing to the kitchen.

You pull the blanket that’s folded on the end of the couch over to your lap, unfolding it and rolling yourself into it. Connor returns minutes later carrying a glass of water in his right hand, a glass of wine in his left, theres a beer bottle tucked between his ribs and his elbow and you can hear a rattle of something from the pocket of his basketball shorts.

His smile lights up his whole face when you perk up at the sight of him, leaning forward. He sets the glasses on the coffee table in front of you, grabbing his beer before he drops it and setting that down too. You watch as he sits next to you again, pulling your headache medicine bottle from the pocket of his shorts. He shakes out two pills and hands them to you, pushing the glass of water towards you. 

“You didn’t have to get me these Babe, I was about to.” 

“I got it, you handled Bella all on your own the least I can do it take care of you. It’s kind of my job as your husband.” 

You blush at his words, shaking your head before taking your meds. You set your glass of water back down and reach for the wine before he stops you.

“Ah ah ah.” He swats playfully at your hand. “Drink all of your water Miss.” 

You giggle but play along, “But I don’t want to!” 

He smiles, picking up your glass and holding it out to you. “You can have your wine once you finish your water.” 

“That’s all I get? Is wine?” 

“And I’ll give you a kiss.” 

“Deal!” 

He laughs as he watches you chug the water making a show of slamming the glass down and turning to him with puckered lips.

“Holy fuck I love you.” He giggles before giving your very much deserved kiss.

“Thanks I love you too.” You respond once he’s pulled away. “Can I have my wine now?” 

“You can have anything you want.” He mutters, grabbing his beer as you grab your wine before settling you back into his chest as he focuses on the the TV again.

It’s been exactly 20 minutes since you sat down when you hear Bella crying. You whine, turning into Connor’s shoulder. “I was really hoping she’d be down for awhile.” 

“I got her.” He hums, patting your shoulder so he could get up.

“But I’m on Bella duty.” You protest.

It wasn’t a lie that you and Connor are trying the whole tag team with the kids. Now that you have two your on man to man defense, and if you didn’t play that way it could get chaotic and stressful.

“It’s okay Baby, I got her.” 

“Are you sure?”

“Totally.” He nods, setting his beer down and standing up to climb the stairs.

“I’m so going to blow you tonight.” You muttered as he walked away. He looked back over his shoulder, eyes significantly darker. 

“Fuck I love being married.” He whispered to himself as he climbed the stairs closer to the blood curdling screams. “Bella,” He sighed as he opened the door. “Girly, you making your Mama crazy.” 

She calmed a little at his voice but still whimpered as she stood in her crib, tears clinging to her long lashes. 

“Honey you need to go nigh nigh,” He whispered. “That’s why you’re crying, because you’re tired.” He reached down and laid her back down in her crib but she started screaming again. “Babygirl,” He shushed her. “Isabella you need to breathe.” 

Connor looked around, and then shook the corner of her crib to test how sturdy it was. Seemingly satisfied with how it didn’t budge he did the only thing he could think to do. He swung a leg over the rail of the crib and climbed in. He scooted to the side and laid on his back while Bella climbed up on his chest.

“Is that what you wanted?” He asked when she instantly stopped crying. “You just wanted cuddles from Daddy?” 

She whimpered and clutched his shirt but her eyes fluttered closed while she took a few deep breaths.

Connor stayed and rubbed her back, looking up at the ceiling. Before he knew it his eyes were feeling droopy and he let them shut and sleep pull him to his dreamland.

**

You roused from your tiny nap when the news flashed with a weather report. You sat up disoriented, looking around and squinting to read the time on the bottom right hand corner of the TV. How was it 11:57pm already? 

You leaned for the remote to turn the TV down when you noticed Connor’s full beer still sitting on the coffee table. Standing up you peeked into his office down the hall and saw the lights were off and he wasn’t there. 

“Connor?” You whispered, shutting the TV off completely, heading off to search for him.

You start climbing the stairs slowly, sleep still aching your joints.

You look down the hall where Bella’s room was open. You tip toe closer and peek inside not seeing him in the rocking chair. You shut the door behind you and continue your search coming up short in Myles room, the laundry room, and your bedroom. You dial his number after you’ve checked the entire house and come up empty.

You can hear his ‘Friends’ theme song ringer going off and you start walking closer down the hall as it gets louder. Your brows furrow as you open Bella’s room again, taking a step in this time and finding the most soft thing in the world.

There passed out holding his daughter on his chest was Connor David Brashier in Isabella’s crib. You snicker lightly as you take a picture and then quickly put your phone away to wake him.

You nudge his arm, trying your hardest not to scare him since he was holding Bella. You caress his cheek, smiling when his eyes flutter open.

“Hi Baby.” He smiles, face all sleepy swollen. 

You coo, “Hi Hon.” You whisper.

“Whatcha doing?” He mumbles.

“Honey,” You rub your thumb on his cheek. “Don’t freak out.” 

“Okiii” He smiles.

“You fell asleep, and you’re holding Bella.” 

At this his eyes widen, finally becoming totally aware that he wasn’t dreaming. His head whips up as he looks to his chest where Bella is asleep. “Oh my god.” He whisper cries. “I can’t believe I fell asleep!” He looks to you with horror in his eyes. “I could have rolled on her!” 

“You didn’t.” You shake your head, still rubbing his cheek. 

“Oh my-”

“Shh, lets get you out of there and off to bed Sleepy Boy.” 

He slowly shifts Bella onto the mattress and carefully climbs out of the crib. You take his hand leading him to your bedroom to get ready for bed. When you step into the bathroom you hear him exit the room for a moment. When you start pulling the covers on the bed back he reenters. 

“Where’d you go?” 

“Double checking the house was locked.” He hums, sliding past you to check and make sure both baby monitors for Myles and Bella were on. Once he’s checked everything and plugged his phone in he sheds his jeans and t shirt and climbs into bed after you. 

“You’re an amazing father.” You rub his back as he tries to get comfortable. 

“Yeah?” He asks softly.

“The absolute best, I think I completely melted when I found you with her.” 

He grins when he feels your arms snake around his torso. He grabs your hand, pulling you closer so your flush against his back. When he feels your bare chest to his bare back his eyes pop open. 

“Are you topless right now?” 

“Yeah, are you ready to go to sleep or did you want to....” 

He rolls over in an instant, rolling you under him so he’s hovering over you. 

“Fuck I love you.” He grins, leaning down to kiss your neck. 

This time around, you two weren’t interrupted when you needed a moment with each other.

[euphoria-svt]

Right Here, Right Now

A/N: ngl this one hurt me a lot because I was having a HSM 3 karaoke session yesterday and I absolutely love this song with all my heart. And before that, Tori and I had a talk about Connor comforting you with a song after a fight and she decided this is THAT SONG. I don’t make the rules here.

This one is dedicated to my sweet bean, Tori @shawnpetermuffins and I hope you love this one!! 

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Word count: 2.2k -ish

“Baby, don’t forget about tonight!” You call out to Connor as you picked up your handbag from the table “The event starts at 6:00pm okay!”

“Yes, babe, I know” Connor chuckled, looking up from his laptop to your direction “You’ve told me that like a million times already and I’ve already told my boss I was going to head out earlier today”

You walked up to him, where he sat on the couch and sat on the arm of the couch “I’m sorry, bubs. I’m just really excited for the opening!”

“And you should be” He smiled at you as he took your hand in his and pressed a soft kiss to the back of your hand “I’m proud of you, love. I really am”

“Aw, babe!” You blushed “I can’t wait for you to finally see the café! I’m going to record your reaction”

“I cannot believe you won’t even tell me the name of it” Connor shakes his head “I’m your husband, baby! You’re not supposed to keep any secrets from me, you know!”

“Well some surprises are just worth the wait, baby” You winked, preparing to get up from your seat “Alright, I have to head out already. I’ve got a lot of prepping to do for tonight”

“Hey, whoa, hold on a sec” He called, getting a hold of your wrist and pulled you back “Where do you think you’re going, hm? I didn’t even get my kisses”

You rolled your eyes playfully and leaned in to peak his lips. After pulling away, you shake your head “Sometimes I forget you’re like a giant baby”

“It’s because I’m your baby” He grinned “Good luck with the set-up, honey! I’ll see you later!”

“Thank you, bubs!” You called over your shoulder as you headed for the front door “Have a good day at work!”

xxx

Connor was officially fucked.

Just as he was about to leave the office, his boss calls everyone in the department for an emergency meeting. Apparently, their clients moved up the datelines and they wanted the submission to be handed in by Wednesday morning, which was in 2 days, and they were nowhere near done.

Just as he thought he was in luck today; the universe decides to make everything wrong. He felt so bad for having to do this to you because he knows how important this grand opening is to you (it’s the only thing you have been talking about, not that he minds it; Connor thinks it’s adorable how excited you always look whenever someone brings up the café to you) and he wants to be there with you for your big night. But this project was also important to him and there was no way he could back out of it.

He returns back to his desk and immediately calls you up; already dreading to hear the disappointment in your voice.

“Hey, honey!” Your happy tone on the other line snapped him back to reality “Are you on your way over? Your family just arrived and your mom’s asking where you are!”

“Baby,” Connor sighs heavily “I’m really, really sorry”

On the other end, your smile immediately drops “Why are you saying sorry, babe?” You asked anxiously.

“Some thing’s came up at work” He said hesitantly “And I don’t know if I’m going to make it for tonight”

That sentence alone made your heart drop to your stomach.

Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry. You repeated to yourself as you took a deep breath. Your vision starts to get cloudy and you could not make a scene right now (even though you felt like you were going to explode); not when so many people are already present for the event.

“Oh,” You said softly. It felt like someone had burst your little bubble and the air flowing out of it was all your excitement and happiness.

You wanted to be mad at Connor. You had every right to. But you knew that his work is also important to him and it’s not entirely his fault his boss was a monster who wanted his employees to work until late night.

“That’s okay, Connor” You reassured him, in a tone that was fake enough for Connor to know you weren’t okay with his decisions.

And he knows you’re nowhere near okay. You called him Connor. Not baby or bubs or honey or even Con. Just plain old Connor. You only did that when you’re angry at him or just disappointed.

“Baby, I’m so, so sorry” Connor frowned, muttering softly “I promise I’ll make it up to you, okay? I feel so bad about this”

“Don’t be, Connor” You said flatly “Work is important to you and I get that. Good luck with all your paperwork. I’ll see you at home”

“Honey-,”

And Connor groaned to himself when you hung up on him before he could go any further with his sentence.

No goodbye, no I love you. You were extremely mad at him. And being silently mad at him instead of bursting at him was so much worse.

A few hours later, Connor was still furiously typing away the proposal on his laptop. His body might be present in the office but his mind was elsewhere; thinking of you and how he has let you down tonight.

He was angry at his work, the only thing that was stopping him from being by your side at your grand opening, like he promised you multiple times.

Lucas was passing by Connor’s desk to head to the printing room and was surprised to still see his friend in the office at this hour, especially since he knew that you were having a grand opening for your café tonight.

“Connor?” Lucas calls out to his friend.

Connor stops typing on his laptop and turns his chair around “Oh, hey Lucas” He greeted in a non-enthusiastic tone.

“Why are you still here?” Lucas asks confusingly “I thought you would be gone by now. Isn’t y/n’s grand opening tonight?”

“It is” Connor replied, letting out a frustrated sigh “But since our clients moved up the submissions date, I’ve got to stay back and work this shit out because I’m not even half way through”

“Aw, man I’m really sorry about that” Lucas frowns “And y/n is okay with you here?”

“Obviously not. She’s pissed at me”

“Then just ditch the work, man” He insisted “Look, your wife is more important, Connor. Just come in work earlier tomorrow and get everything sorted out. I’ll even help you draft everything out so you can finish it faster, okay?”

“You really would do that?” Connor asked hopefully.

“Yeah man, now go” He rolled his eyes playfully “Go see your wife and tell her how sorry you are”

“Lucas, you are a life saver” Connor sighs in relief as he saves the work he typed out in a document and shuts down his laptop “I owe you a drink, buddy!”

“Correction, you owe me a drink and a fancy dinner, Brashier!” Lucas calls out to him, laughing as he watches his friend grabbed the bouquet of roses Connor had already purchased earlier and ran towards the lift “Good luck, man!”

xxx

Connor pulls up his car right in front of the café not too long later. There weren’t many cars around so he had a feeling the event has been over for quite some time now.

He got out of the car, holding the bouquet of roses in one hand, and his breath hitched in his throat when he finally notices the giant sign above the entrance of the café, displaying the name that you kept as a secret from him.

The Expresso CDB.

CDB named after him.

The coffee shop had clear windows and from inside, everything was dark except for one light, which meant you were probably still in there (he knows that’s a fact because he saw your car parked across the street).

There was a sign board propped up by the entrance of the door and as he walked closer to it, he finally read the opening message written in cursive.

Welcome to the grand opening of The Expresso CDB!

Thank you for being a part of this special night and for being one of the reasons why I have decided to pursue my dreams of opening this café.

The name ‘The Expresso CDB’ is inspired by my husband himself, Connor David Brashier. We first met in a coffee shop about 5 years ago and it was the best accident that has ever happened to me.

This one is for you, bubs. All my love is yours always.

y/n

And he immediately felt worse than before.

Connor opens the front door and immediately hears the bell ring. He nervously steps into the café and was taken aback by the interior design of it. Everything was set-up so perfectly and it was obviously suited to your likings.

You walked out of the kitchen as you carried out a basket filled with clean glasses and cups “Sorry! We’re not open….” Your words trailed off when you looked up and noticed who was at the door “Yet”

You rolled your eyes and set it down on the counter as you walked at a fast pace to your office “Go home, Connor!”

“Baby, wait!” Connor called after you as he sets the flower down on one of the tables and ran after you. He was too late though because you were already in the office and slammed the door shut, locking it in the process “Baby, please, I’m so sorry!”

“One night, Connor!” You slide down against the door as you yelled out “I asked you to be free for one damn night! And you couldn’t even do that!”

“And I feel so terrible about it, honey!” Connor reasoned with you in a softer tone as he continues to knock on the door “Please, please, forgive me, honey. I really feel bad”

“Everyone was asking about you tonight, do you know that?” You sniffled softly as the tears you were holding in were finally falling form your eyes “They were asking why you weren’t here it and I felt like the biggest idiot standing in front of everyone without you there with me!”

“I know how important your work is to you, Connor, I really do” You said shakily as a soft sob escape from your lips “But just this one time, I wanted you to prioritize me over your work”

“Baby, I always prioritize you” Connor choked out and he felt his breathing getting heavier. His visions were cloudy from the tears in his eyes “You are always number 1 to me. Not my stupid work or my boss. It’s always you”

“No” You shake your head “Tonight you showed me that wasn’t true”

Connor gave up on banging on the door, there was no way you were going to budge. The tears couldn’t stop flowing from his eyes as he slides down the door, being in a similar position to you on the other side.

He could hear your soft sobs coming from inside the room and he wanted to hurt himself for being the cause of it. He absolutely hated to even see a single tear from your eyes and now to hear you sobbing; the guilt was eating him alive.

Connor lets his head fall back against the door as he lets out a shaky breath. He had to try the one thing that would always work whenever you two got into an argument. He didn’t know if it would make you give in this time, but it was your safe song.

“Right here, right now” Connor sang out softly. His voice came out shaky as his lips trembled. On the other side, your hands were over your mouth, trying to cover up the sound of the sobs escaping from your lips. And when you heard those words, your mind just froze.

Your safe song. The one he always sang to you whenever he was trying to comfort you after a fight.

“I'm looking at you and my heart loves the view” He continued “Cause you mean everything”

“Right here, I'll promise you somehow….” Connor continued to the next part, sniffling in between “That tomorrow can wait for some other day to be”

And he paused. Waiting to hear you end those lyrics because that’s how it always goes. You finishing the chorus as a way to tell him that “Yeah, I’m mad at you right now but I’ll forgive you soon if you give me sometime”

It was silent for a while and Connor’s heart was broken. He’s never going to hear you say them because this time, it was really bad. He messed up really bad. And in times like these, he had to give you some space.

Connor wiped the tears from his eyes and slowly got up from the floor. He was going to give you some space but he wasn’t going to leave this café, that’s for sure.

He was about 5 steps away from the door and when he hears the soft click of the door, his heart starts beating faster. Connor turns around slowly and finds the door half opened and you standing by it with crossed arms, tears in your eyes and make-up all ruined as you ended the chorus, giving him the reassurance that he needed.

“But right now, there’s you and me”

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Dad’s Approval | Connor Brashier

Summary: Your dad hates Connor so much that even he starts questioning himself and it’s your job to remind him why he can’t be more wrong.

Word Account: 2K

A/N: This is my first imagine ever, so sorry if it’s to cringey and disappointing. Also, English it’s not my first language, excuse my poor vocabulary and grammar and please tell me major mistakes to correct them.  

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Y/D/N Y/L/N, your father, is Connor’s second worst nightmare, the first one being losing you. Mister Y/L/N is the boss of the biggest lawyer’s firm on LA, he is feared and respected everywhere because he has enough power to bring everyone he wants down, and that includes Connor, luckily this hasn’t happened to him, yet.

Your dad adores you. You are his pride and joy he just wants the best for you and he thinks that Connor, a simple boy with a camera, will never be enough, so he takes every chance he gets to remind you both, that. You don’t care about you dad’s nagging words but Connor does because he can’t help but agreeing with him. You deserve better than him and he is a selfish jerk for keeping you all to himself, but he can’t bear the idea of letting you go.

Last Monday your dad called to invite you two for dinner at his favorite restaurant ‘Saint Japher’, a place designed for the upper class with menus that just a few of privileged people can afford, and in that group of people Connor isn’t included. Your father does every other time for two main reasons: to see if you are still together and to drag Connor’s confidence down (task that he has always accomplished successfully). Connor has always tried to win your dad’s favor but to Y/D/N’s eyes, Connor was just a kid who plays with a camera and think that’s a job.

When Connor wakes up, the first thing he sees is your beautiful figure cuddled against his right side. Your body is covered by just his shirt and nothing more, and it makes him feel all cozy inside because it means that all of you is his. You are completely knocked out, it’s a normal occurrence whenever you see your father, he never fails on getting on your nerves and tiring you to death, especially when he starts throwing knives at Connor like there’s no tomorrow. Connor gives you a light kiss on your forehead and decides to go out for a run, he needs it to clear his mind a little. When he steps out of bed you start moving on your sleep but you don’t get up. He tries not to make too much noise while he’s getting dressed and when he is finally out of the house, he lets a long exhale escape from his lips. Con knows that he shouldn’t give a fuck about what your dad thinks about him but he does because he agrees with your father, you deserve better.  

By the time Connor starts running following the peace of some catchy pop song, every snarky word your dad said yesterday comes to his mind, crashing him with the force of wave colliding against the rocks.

“Do you remember Thomas Lebrant, darling?” asked you father while he was looking at the menu.

“Yes dad, I remember Tom.” of course you did remember Tom, you dated him for a year... before you left him for Connor.

“I saw him him the other day, he’s doing great at medical school, he will have a bright future, he’s a very hard-working man, he asked me about you. I really think he was your perfect match.”  

Connor remembered Thomas too, your first boyfriend, he was the guy every father wanted for his daughter: perfect grades, perfect looks, perfect behavior... he was just perfect. You started dating him when you were seventeen and spent a whole year with him, but when you met Connor you started to feel things you had never felt before and you had to break up.  

Con will never forget the day he saw you for the first time. It was a sunny day in LA, he was at the beach with Sam doing a photoshoot with an Instagram model called Lydia Hanni, she was laying on the hot sand and he was supposed to be taking photos of her body, but he couldn’t focus his camera on her, he was too busy filming the beautiful girl playing frisbee with her friends. When you noticed a pair of eyes on you, you turned around and saw Connor with his camera. He waved his hand to say ‘hi’ and you smiled, at that moment Connor swears he felt his whole world stop. That was the beginning of your love story and your dad’s worst headache ever.

“Good for him, dad. I guess you told him that I’m doing pretty good with Uni and my lovely boyfriend.” you reached for Connor’s hand and you pressed a little kiss on it. Your father let out a sigh and Connor smiled at you. You had the power to make everything better.

“I told him you had a little adventure with some guy.”

‘A two years adventure’ thought Connor.

At first he thought that her dad needed time to warm up to him, but time passed and he didn’t change his mindset. He hoped that when he started working for Shawn your dad would be happy, but that didn’t occur, in fact, he got pissed because he was going with his friends to have fun in Europe leaving you alone. Nothing he does it’s good for your dad and that’s eating him alive. He tries to ignore it but it gets harder every single day.  

“Have you found a real job yet?”

“My friend is looking for a coffee guy for his office, I could call him if you are interested?”

“How much has your boss payed you for your hobby? I mean, it’s not a very hard task.”

“Did you have fun on tour? Doing nothing playing with your friends?”

He loves his job and he’s proud of it but he is starting to believe that it’s not enough for you. Your father is right, you are worth of a rich, wealthy man that can give you all you want in matter of minutes. You always say that he’s the best that has ever happened to you, but now he thinks you say that because he’s keeping you away from greater things that you’ll never discover if you’re with him.

When he arrives home after an hour of running, he goes straight to the shower, maybe that’s what he needs to clear his mind for good. Once the hot water hits his muscles, he lets a satisfied moan, a hot shower never fails to relax him.

You wake up the moment you hear the water running from the bathroom, you guess that’s Connor having a morning shower but once you notice his sport clothes scattered across the bedroom floor, you know he’s probably gone out to clear his mind a little. You can’t blame him though, the shitshow your dad pulled yesterday at the restaurant was capable to put everyone on the edge of their sanity. You have talked nearly a billion times with your dad about his behavior with your boyfriend but he always ignores it. You’re sick of it because Connor doesn’t deserve an ounce of the shit your father aims at him, no one really deserves it to be honest. Your boyfriend is the best that has ever happened to you and you’re so proud and in love with him that whenever your dad opens his big mouth, your heart breaks a little.

You decide to get out of bed and get into the shower with him to show him some love. You get rid of your shirt when you enter the bathroom. Connor hasn’t realized yet that you’re there and very much awake so you got him by surprise when you stepped into the shower.

Everything in you is alluring and lovely to Connor’s eyes and your body is no exception. He loved and praised every inch of it, it’s his temple, the place where all his problems disappear. He was completely addicted to it, therefore when you decide to enter the shower, his first instinct is to pull your naked body closer to his.

“Hi, love.” this pet-name always sends shivers down your spine and makes you smile like an idiot “How are you?” you were both under the hot stream of water, nose and foreheads touching and eyes closed.

“That’s what I should be asking, handsome.” you whisper as you kiss him delicately, like you’re afraid of breaking him.  

“I’ve been better.” he confesses with a forced smile. He doesn’t want you to worry about him but you know too well that grimace on his face and the dull look on his beautiful eyes.

“I’m so sorry about my dad, I can’t believe what an asshole he can be.” you’re really ashamed by your father, he never respects your decisions or opinions, each time he tries to impose his no matter what.  

“You don’t have to excuse him, I mean, he’s not wrong.” he looks away because he knows that if he sees your breathtaking eyes, he’ll break down in matter of seconds.

“What do you mean he’s not wrong, Con?” you hold his face between your hands and you make him look at you.

“He’s right about me.” he says heartbroken.

“No, he’s not, baby.” you try to reason with him but he doesn’t take it and watching him so sad is destroying you.

“C’mon Y/N, he’s right. You are this beautiful, kind, smart and amazing woman and I’m a kid with a camera. All your life you’ve been surrounded by the most incredible things on Earth, your dad could give you all you wanted. I’ll never be able to do that, I can’t take you to Bali every month, I can’t pay your studies... You know who could? Thomas, he was perfect for you and I took you away, if you were with him, I bet you’d be happier becau...” you smack his chest before he can finish his ridiculous speech, now you’re pissed and frustrated, he can’t be saying all of that, can he?

“I swear to god, Connor David Brashier, that if you say something like all the bullshit you have just said, I’ll kick you out of the house until your two remaining brain cells realize how utterly stupid you are.”

“Bab...” he tries to interrupt you but you shut him off before he can argue back.

“Don’t ‘Babe’ me, idiot. Connor, I love you, more than anything, you’re my world. Listen, maybe my dad has always given me whatever the hell I wanted, do you know the price? He was never there for me, I was left alone 24/7, on my birthdays, recitals, competitions, even in my own graduation, he showered me with gifts but not love. And Tom, he was a nice guy, he treated me right and all of that, always so perfect, it was boring as fuck: we never stayed three days in a row at home doing nothing besides fucking and eating, he never surprised me with 3 AM dates at the beach or with little getaways at Target... Tom was just there but he didn’t make me feel anything, not the way you do. I want you. You’re the best part of my life and I can’t imagine a future without you. I don’t care about monthly travels to Bali, I care about months just by your side. I love you Connor, you’re perfect.”

Once you finish your monologue, you notice he’s crying. You clean his tears with your soft fingers and he kisses you passionately against the shower wall.

“I love you, Y/N” he embraces you strongly, afraid that if he loosens his grip, you’ll disappear.  

“I love you Connor, let me show you.” you kneel down and that’s the only thing Connor needs to know that he’s in for a very long morning and he’s so ready for it.

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I hope you all have enjoyed it. Please like, comment or repost if you liked it. Right now, I’m working on a long Shawn Mendes fic, tell me if you’d like to read it.

[harry-hollands]

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[bisexualdaemon]

Connor David Brashier is one talented kid and that’s the tea

[mywrittingwonderland]

Dinner Nights

Hello pretty people, I know I am late, but I will slowly write all of them, okay? Just a lot going on lately. Enjoy :)

Requested by anon: “My parents asked about you.”

Word count: 832

#Blurb Week 2

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"Hi," Connor said awkwardly, standing at Y/n's door. She hasn't talked with him for 10 days, and he was beyond worried, even more, because she missed dinner night in his parents' house, and she never did that without an explanation. Y/n started to go to dinner with them every Friday when Connor went out on tour, and she hasn't missed a since one unless she went visit him. Connor was always teasing her about how she now knows his parents more than himself.

"Hi…" She answered taking a deep breath but just standing there in front of him

"Can… Can I come in?" He stumbled and biting his lower lip nervously. He was afraid that was it, and she was slowly breaking up with him. He tried to come back as soon as his mother called asking about you saying that you didn't come on Friday. She called just on Monday though, afraid you were going to surprise him in Asia, and she didn't want to give you in. Little did she know you never left your apartment.

"Yeah, su-sure," You said, letting him in. "Connor, what are you…" You started, still surprised that just yesterday, you saw a picture of him taking videos in one of his Instagram fan clubs.

"My parents asked about you," He said, and you frowned, not understanding immediately. "You never went to dinner night on Friday, and you forgot to tell them?" He explained, both of you still standing in front of each other, the only difference now was the door closed.

You had entirely forgotten about dinner night after what happened earlier that week on Wednesday. You could still picture the doctor telling you.

"You can stay calm, you are not sick. You are one month pregnant. I will prescribe you some vitamins that are good for the development of the baby, and here are some numbers of some excellent prenatal doctors that you can contact if you still don't have anyone in mind."

"Thank you." You said simply and left the hospital. It took you some time to understand what was going on. You got to your car and drove back home with no music, and still trying to understand what on earth had just happened. It wasn't until you got home that you really broke down. This was not in your plans for the next 4-5 years period, you were not married, Connor was traveling around, you were both still in university. It was a nightmare.

He called you later that day and texted. And he did that for the 9 days that came after that, but you didn't really look at it after Thursday, because you decided it would be better to just turn your phone off and avoid him. You were not ready to tell him, and you were also afraid of his reaction to it.

"Y/n?" He asked again after you just stared blankly at him for a good 2 minutes.

"Sorry, I forgot to-to call them," You said, avoiding his gaze on you and looking down.

"Are you breaking up with me?" He asked, and you noticed how his breath picked up. You couldn't manage to answer though, the words were stuck in your throat, and your mouth was suddenly very dry. What should you say, after all: "I am not, but you are because I am pregnant." You couldn't just say that.

"Jesus, you are. Fuck, Baby, I am sorry. I know distance relationship sucks, and I know that we just spend an entire month without seeing each other, but please…" He sniffed and took a shaking breath. "Please, let's work this out. I can't lose you. Shit… I-I just can't," He said, letting the tears come this time, but taking another deep breath because he had to finish, he had to let you know how much you meant for him and that he couldn't just ignore his heart. "I-I am so, so, sorry. But I love you so much. I can't do it without you, you are my sense of home, your eyes are my favorite lens to see the world with, and I…" He took another pause to control his voice, he also made a step closer and lifted your chin up. You didn't want him saying any of those things, but you simply could' t talk, and now you also had tears in your eyes.

"I love you, I need you… Please?" When you just looked at him and didn't say anything, he simply backed off, sited on your sofa, and started sobbing in his hands, muttering curses about how did he let this happen.

"Connor" You managed to say, not wanting to take it anymore of him crying, he sniffed but looked at you with hope in his eyes. "I-I…" You took a deep breath. "I am not breaking up with you." You said, and relief immediately spread in his face. "I -I am pregnant."

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[connordavidscamera]

I'm so FUCKING IN LOVE WITH THIS MAN

[brianc521]

we don't know a shawn in this house, only elvis, and elvis only.

Elvis Aron Presley, and Connor David Brashier own my heart.

[brashierc]

Baby Brash

July 13th, his 20th birthday. That night was the reason why you were here today. If that night wouldn’t have happened you wouldn’t have peed on a stick this morning, it wouldn’t have been positive and you wouldn’t be sitting on the bed at your OBGYN’s clinic awaiting for her results. 

You’ve been best friends with Connor since you both were 7. That was 13 years of friendship. 13 years of listening to him go on about photography, 13 years of supporting him and his dreams no one else really supported when he first got started in high school. 

It was also 13 years of being asked how long you two had been in a relationship. 

Girls and boys can be best friends without falling in love. Or well, that’s what you always said to everyone when they asked. You’d been in love with Connor since you were 17, but you knew he’d never feel the same, so you kept that feeling pushed way back into your brain.

Connor was there for you through every boyfriend, just like you were for his girlfriends. The heartbreak and the first time discussions after the fact. 

“Alright,” The Doctor walks in after tapping on the wooden door with her knuckle twice. “So your positive was correct, you are pregnant.” 

You sighed, shoulders sinking. “Really?” 

“Yep, really really pregnant.” She smiles, handing you a few brochures. “Let’s go over your options.” 

You look up with wide eyes, horror running through your veins and emotions. 

“Let’s not, thanks Doc, but I’m already attached to this kid, and if you knew the Dad you would be too.” 

She smiles, nodding but telling you to take the brochures just in case. 

She refers you to one of her colleagues who’s an Obstetrician with her practice and can take you through your pregnancy and birth. 

You take the information she gave you and leave with a small smile and a polite wave goodbye to her front office receptionist. Once you’re back in your car you let the new totally settle in. 

You were having a baby, with Connor, at age 19 and 20. Super cool. 

On Connor’s birthday everything went a little crazy. Shawn threw a rager, wanting to celebrate his newest addition to his team, and his friend who was turning the big 2 0. He flew you out to where they were so you could be there to celebrate and surprise Connor.

Everyone went a little crazy, everyone. 

Brian was so blacked out that he took Alessia back to his room with him, forgot that he invited her in, and called Shawn from the bathroom freaking out that she’d followed him home. (Even though we were all in the same hotel) 

Shawn was the only one that didn’t go hard. Knowing he had shows and other obligations like filming music videos and meeting up with Chance the Rapper. He supervised, and not well, but had a blast watching everyone be stupid and make fools of themselves. 

Connor was a clingy needy drunk, so throughout the night he just became more and more glued to your side. He hadn’t seen you in months, and missed you so much. It all started when he wanted to dance to the slow songs with you, hands on your hips, holding you close. You fell into his embrace, missing being held in such a way, and feeling so safe with Connor. He planted a few kisses to your neck, and one just behind your ear learning very quickly that that was your weak spot. 

After you let out a shaky moan of his name, tucking your fingers into his hair, you were a goner. You both quickly found your way back to his room, falling on the bed nakedly exploring the other between the sheets. 

By morning? You both swore to never speak of it again, pretend like nothing happened, and move on. Everything was normal, it literally was like nothing happened. He still picked on you, you still gave him shit in front of the guys, but you both were still there for the other in ways no one else could be. 

You clicked on his contact; ‘Bri’s lil bitch C David Brash” 

Brian really changed Connor’s name in your phone to the best thing you’d ever seen, you wouldn’t dare change it. 

“Whattup?” He answered on the third ring, and suddenly, you’re emotional. 

“Hey,” You choke out, looking around trying to distract your brain.

“What’s wrong?” His side of the phone shuffles, and becomes marginally quieter.

“Nothing,” You whisper, “What are you doing?”

“I’m talking to you, tell me what’s wrong?” 

“It’s nothing Con.” 

“You’re upset though, I can hear it.” 

“When do you come home again?” 

“I come home next week, I have to meet my counselor and then register for classes. I get into town on Monday, and I leave Friday.” 

You nod, knowing full well he can’t see you. “Can we meet on Monday?”

You need to tell him, and you won’t keep this a secret from him longer than you have too.

“Um yeah, I fly in at like 8, wanna meet for coffee and breakfast or something?” 

“Yeah perfect.” 

“Okay…..? Ready to tell me what’s wrong yet?” He asks.

You sigh, “I should let you go, you’re probably busy.” 

“No, hey,” He protests. “I wanna talk, I miss you.” 

You smile, insides running warm when you hear his voice say those words. “I miss you too Baby Brash.” 

You can hear him sigh and you can practically see him rolling his eyes. “So you watched the newest video?” 

“Of course I did, got your post notifications on.” 

“No you don’t.”

“No you’re right, I don’t, I have Shawn’s on.” 

At this he laughs, like a snort and everything and it makes you feel good, to be able to get him to laugh like that again, to hear that laugh. 

“Brashier, we gotta go!” Brian yells at him in the background.

“You’re literally standing behind me, why you gotta yell?” 

“Because I felt like pissing you off.” Brian snickers. “Who you on the phone with? Gots a girlyfriend?” Something must happen on Connor’s side of the phone because suddenly all you can hear is boys yelling. 

“Connor that’s the fourth girl you’ve been on the phone with today!” 

“There is no hot sex going on over here!”

“PASS THE WEED MAN!” 

“Shut the fuck up!” Connor’s voice is back, “Jesus it’s just Y/n, could you…?” 

“But we wanna say hi!” Shawn and Brian whine. 

You giggle and blush a little at the attention. 

Connor shuffles the phone, and then you can barely hear him, he’s really muffled but you make it out. “She’s upset about something, so could you fucking leave for a minute. I was getting her to talk and then you fuckers walked in.” A few seconds later and he’s back crystal clear. “Okay they left, you still there Honey?” 

“You didn’t need to kick them out.” 

“But I wanna talk to you.” 

“They just wanted to say hi.” 

“But you’re my best friend.” He whines, “They’d steal all your attention.” 

“You need to go, I’ll see you next week okay?” 

“Okay, love you kid.” He says softly.

“Love you too Brash.” 

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He walks in, looking all nerdy cute, face down into his phone. 

iMessage from Bri’s lil bitch C David Brash: Im here where u is

“If you ever looked up from your phone you’d know I’m here too Bitch.” You say from your table, laughing when he jumps and looks over at you. 

“You scared the shit out of me.” He laughs, smiling really wide when you stand and give him a big hug. “Fuck I missed you Kid.” He sighs into your neck, letting your scent relax his stressed out mind.

“Missed you too.” 

 He takes the seat across from you, thanking you for the coffee you already had ordered and sat in front of his seat on the table. He takes a sip as you take a deep breath and shut your eyes to give yourself that last push of encouragement. 

“Connor?” 

“Yeah?” 

“I’m pregnant.” You blurt. 

It’s then that you realize your eyes are still closed, opening them one at a time to see his reaction. It’s comical almost, the sight of him, jaw dropped, eyes bugging, body frozen. 

You give it a moment, a second to really settle into his brain, you needed to do the same when you found out. Hell, you’re still doing that. 

He clears his throat, shakes his head a bit, but his eyes continue to flare out at you. 

“Excuse me?” He croaks. 

“I’m pregnant,” You nod, watching him nod with you. “And it’s yours.” 

He hums, and continues to stare at you. You take a sip of your decaf coffee, wincing at the weird taste. 

“Fuck man, I don’t know if I can handle 9 months of decaf, that shit is gross as hell.” 

This seems to snap Connor out of whatever daze he was in. 

“You’re being real right now?” He looks around, “Is Brian here filming me? Is this a prank or something? You got me, you got my reaction, turn it off now.” 

You sigh, worried he would think something like that. You just sit there, staring at him.

“You’re being real?!?” He says with persistence in his voice, leaning closer to you. 

“That night we swore to never speak of again? Well, we’ll be talking for at least the next 18 years.” You shrug.

He’s still in shock, just staring at you with a glazed over glance. You just nod and smile a little at him, trying to coax him through his shock.

“I-” He gapes, “Um, we...I...condom!” 

You giggle, shaking your head at him while rolling your eyes. “Really? That’s what you’re gonna do? Blurt ‘condom’ out like it’ll fix everything?” 

“But I used one!” He’s becoming defensive. Snapping at you in ways he’s done in the past when he’s stressed to the brim and can’t control his emotions. You can count the amount of times snapped at you on one hand. 

“They’re only 98% effective, if that, Connor. Or maybe it broke or something. It happened, and I’m pregnant.” 

“No! We can’t, a baby?” 

You take a deep breath, trying to tell yourself that he’s just in shock and that he’s gonna be happy about this, someday. He doesn’t mean the way he’s reacting right now. 

“How are you calm right now?” He asks in shrill. 

“I don’t know Connor, life happens. It’s not perfect but we’ll figure it out.” You shrug, raising your voice a little to match his level.

“Fucking shit,” He tugs at his hair, face grimancing as he groans. 

You sigh, grabbing your purse, collecting your phone and coffee and stand to leave. His head whips up when you stand, and he watches as you straighten out your shorts before starting to walk away.

“No, don’t go.” He pleads.

“Talk to me when this settles Connor. I can’t be here to watch you freak out. My hormones are all sorts of fucked up right now and I’m trying to stay positive about this whole thing but your reaction isn’t helping.” 

He gets up and follows you out of the coffee shop, racing to meet you at your car before you can leave. 

“Wait, talk to me, please.” He blocks your door so you can’t close it. 

You look up, tears in your eyes that tear his heart apart. “We really did turn into Ross and Rachel huh? Just like everyone said throughout high school. Except we won’t end up together, we’ll always be the Ross and Rachel before they got together.” 

He shakes his head, “I’m your lobster.”

**

Connor sits on your couch three days later. This was the first chance he’d been able to actually come over, any other conversations have been over the phone or text message since your meeting at the coffee shop. 

It’s kind of awkward, the both of you sitting in silence as you try to not bring up the elephant in the room. 

“I’m sorry,” You clear your throat, wincing as you lean forward and start this conversation. “I’m sorry that I up and left you on Monday. That wasn’t cool. I dropped a big ass bomb on you, something we would have never expected in a million years, and then just got up and left you alone. My hormones are whacked out right now but that’s not an excuse. So I’m sorry for being a shitty friend and making you go through that shock alone.” 

“Hey,” He shakes his head, turning towards you on the couch, scooting closer. “Don’t be sorry. I was kind of being a jackass. I shouldn’t have flipped out like that.” 

You sigh, smiling up at him. “I missed you, a lot.” 

His hand falls on top of yours, fingers intertwining. “I missed you so much, you have no idea.” He sighs, letting his eyes rake over you for a moment, imagining what you’ll look like with a baby bump. “How the hell am I supposed to leave for tour?” 

“Just go, I’m not due until May. You’ll be back in December, that’s plenty of time.” 

“You’re pregnant, I want to be here for appointments, picking out and setting up the crib, cravings, all of it!” 

You smile, reaching over and caressing his cheek. “Then talk to Shawn, sit down with Cez, explain it to Brian because he’ll lose his shit if you leave him without a solid reason behind it. We’ll figure it out, and make do.” You shrug.

He nods, leaning into your hand a little. “You always make everything better.” 

“That’s because I know you Connor David,” You tap his cheek twice, “I know how to handle you.” 

He grins, rolling his eyes before flopping back into the corner of your couch he’s claimed as his. “Have you told your mom yet?” He asks, throwing your fluffy white and black throw blanket over his lap. 

“No,” You sigh, kicking your feet up and relax across from him on your sectional. He smirks as you take a breath, reaching over and grabbing your feet to give you a foot massage. “What are you doing?” 

“Gotta get used to pampering you, might as well get a head start.” He murmurs. “Are you scared to tell your mom?”  

“I mean not really. It’s not the ideal situation I was hoping for when I thought about having kids. But like, I can’t complain. I’m honored to have your kid Con, I think I got lucky when it comes to the baby daddy part of this.” 

He tilts his head, looking over at you with a blush on his cheeks. 

“I guess you could say I got pretty lucky with the baby mama part.” He mutters, watching you from under his lashes, grinning when you roll your eyes and throw your head back to hide the apparent blush forming across your cheeks.

**

Your guest bedroom that once used to be your small library and office area has now been bombarded with camera gear, a full sized bed covered in basic grey sheets and a black comforter.

Connor spoke with Shawn and Cez the first chance he had when he got back to tour. He explained the situation, as awkward and unexpected it is, and expressed his need to be home more for you and his unborn child.

Both were very understanding to him and his needs, granting him a week off a month ensuring that he’d still be able to get enough footage but also time at home. It also gave Shawn and the crew a moment of peace and not having to worry about cameras so much, not that Connor is like the crazy paps. 

But now that Connor will be home once a month it made sense that he move into your spare room instead of having to stay with his parents or pay for a place he really wouldn’t see all that often. It was the perfect set up, to be there and help you when you need it. 

You two were still adjusting to living together, or with another human (of the different sex). 

You walked into the apartment from class, stopping short when the first thing you saw in your kitchen was Connor, in only his black Calvins.

“Bro,” You shield your eyes setting your backpack on your bar stool, “Can you wear pants?” 

Connor looks over at the sound of your voice, a slice of cheese between his fingers, munching on a bite. He looks down, and then back up to you holding a hand over your eyes. 

“I’m in boxers, I’m not naked.” 

“No one wants to see your dick though,” You shake your head, grinning as you say, “Been there, done that.” 

He chuckles, leaning closer to you and peeling your hands away from your eyes so you can see his smug smile. “You weren’t complaining then.” 

Your jaw drops and you blush as he raises an eyebrow at you. “Well,” You stutter, “I mean,” He smiles, getting the best reaction out of you. “Shut up, go put clothes on!” You smack his arm shooing him to his room. 

**

You both were getting really good and creative with ways to hiding your pregnancy. The only people who knew were the team, and family. Not even friends from your high school knew.

The issue with hiding this was the fact that Connor was gaining a lot of attention from Shawn’s fans. You didn’t blame them, no matter what brought them to become a fan of his, it at least brought more attention to his work and was getting him that much more popular. This just meant that you had to take hiding your pregnancy to a whole new level.

For a while you were able to just wear some big sweatshirts to cover the smallest bump you had. When sweatshirts weren’t able to work so much you then resorted to really flowy shirts and a big purse you could always swing in front of your belly. 

There was even one time that Connor and the whole crew were in town. They had invited you to lunch since no one had seen you since Connor told everyone. But at the end of lunch the manager came to tell the group that the paparazzi had followed Shawn and his own lunch date. 

You were panicked while everyone just rolled their eyes and grumbled about how someone had probably called them so pictures of Shawn and his date could be taken. You looked to Connor and gulped as he laughed with Brian about a meme he was showing him. 

“Y/n, you okay?” Shawn asked from across the table.

He was always so kind, and it boggled your mind how he could always see everyone, even when there were thousands in front of him, he could see everyone and notice every mood change.

Connor looked over after Shawn’s question and noticed your worried expression.

“Um, I’m,” You looked down at your shirt that very clearly showed off your small baby bump. “We haven’t told-”

“Oh shit,” Connor mumbled now noticing what you were referring too. “Fuck they’re gonna get pictures of us.” He looked to Shawn.

“I totally forgot,” Shawn rubs his forehead. “I’m so sorry you guys.” 

“Do you have anything to like hide behind?” Brian asked.

“No, I didn’t bring a jacket because it’s so nice out.” You shake your head. 

“Actually,” Connor cringes, looking at Josiah. “Do you still have your pocket reflector?” 

Josiah nods, handing it to Connor. 

“We’ll head out first, and then you guys go with Brian and maybe they’ll won’t pay you much attention. We’ll take a walk down the block or something.” Shawn stands, giving you an apologetic smile before walking out with his date.

You look to Connor and Brian as Connor is unfolding the reflector that creates a decent sized circle. You just laugh out loud when he offers it to you. 

“What?” He asks.

“What the fuck am I supposed to do with this?” You laugh taking it from him. “It definitely doesn’t look like I’m hiding anything.” You’re sarcastic tone makes the boys chuckle. 

“Here,” Brian hands Connor an old disposable camera. “Pretend like you’re taking my picture as we walk to the car so it looks like she’s actually using it.” 

You just laugh harder and so do the boys at this elaborate plan to cover your pregnant belly. 

** 

At 5 months your little one is now starting to move. You’re really uncomfortable at the moment, in the stages of dealing with pregnancy and the symptoms. 

Tonight is no different, if anything, it’s worse. Baby Brash (literally) has the hiccups and it’s causing your belly to move every 30 seconds or so. So sleeping at the moment isn’t a reality. Finding a comfortable spot to fall asleep isn’t a reality either.

iMessage from Papa 👶: Stop moving, I can hear your bed springs, lord help our child when you get laid.

You rolled your eyes at Connor’s message. He changed his name in your phone when he finally saw what you had him under. He even changed your name in his phone to ‘Mama 👶’ with the baby emoji. 

iMessage to Papa👶 : Tell your child to stop moving so much then

You watched as he read the message, but frowned a little when he didn’t start responding. You jumped when your bedroom door creaked open, revealing Connor in a worn white t shirt and plaid pajama pants. 

“Hey you,” He crawls into your bed, shuffling under your covers with you. “Hey Kid,” He smiles, leaning down to plant a small kiss to your belly. “Stop moving in there so Mama can go to sleep. She’s keeping me up because you’re keeping her up.”

You roll your eyes again, glaring at him. “Really?”

“You told me to tell the kid.” He shrugs. 

His hands have found their way to your belly, rubbing soothing circles in hopes of calming his baby down and lulling you to sleep. 

You sigh and let your eyes flutter close.

“What hurts tonight?” He whispers.

“My hips and back.” 

“Roll to your side for me.” 

You do as told, and moan a little when he starts massaging at your tender hips. Your lower back is so tired and your hips are sore. 

He keeps rubbing and tracing designs on your skin until your breathing evens out. He rolls away a little to go back to his room before your rolling towards him, and resting your head on his chest.

“Don’t go.” You whine.

**

His whole life flashed before his eyes when he got the call. His whole life. 

That’s the only words running through his mind. 

His whole life.

“What did she say?” Brian as he drove to the airport. 

“She said that she was being transported to the hospital and because she’s pregnant they wanted to take her in for more testing just to double check that everything was okay.” 

“And what happened again?” 

“She was driving home from work, her light went green and she proceeded through the intersection when some dipshit in a fucking truck ran the red and hit the back of her car, sounds like it’s totaled but luckily he just hit her trunk, so she wasn’t hurt to much.” 

“She’s okay though right?” Brian asked again.

“As far as I know, but I’ll keep you updated. Just tell everyone else for me okay?” 

“Of course man. Just go take care of her and that Baby.” 

Connor takes a shaky breath as he looks out the window. 

“Connor,” Brian said, surprising him by using his full name. “You need to breathe.” 

“My whole life was in that car Brian, my whole life was sitting in the driver's seat of that car, and-” 

“You need to breathe Connor.” 

“I’m trying!” He snaps at Brian, “But I’m freaking out! My girl and our baby were in an accident today and I’m not there with them! So please forgive me if I’m a little scared and panicked.” 

“I know you are, you just gotta stay calm. Positive thoughts lead to positive outcomes.” 

“You really need to stop doing that weird fucking yoga thing with Shawn. It’s changing you man.” Connor jokes, trying to lighten his own mood. 

**

By the time Connor’s landed you’re already home and resting. He bursts into the apartment like a bat out of hell, slamming the door and flipping the lock before throwing his bag to the ground and racing to your room.

“Jesus, be a little louder why don’t you.” You comment when he falls into your room.

“Are you okay? What did the doctor say? Is our Bean okay?” He throws himself onto your bed, hands instantly searching for your ever growing bump.

“We’re okay.” You whisper, threading your fingers through his hair to calm him down. “I told you we were fine and that you didn’t need to come home.”

“Right,” He scoffs. “Like I was just gonna stay miles away from you after you’ve been in an accident.” 

“But we’re okay! You’re parents, my parents, our siblings, everyone was there with me. Really we’re okay.” 

“Okay, okay.” He nods, laying down with his head beside your big belly, rubbing and tapping at it, smiling when he feels a few kicks. “My Bean is kicking?” He looks up at you.

“Yeah, has been for a week or so.” 

“Why didn’t you say so?” 

“Well,” You frown, looking away. “To be honest I planned on pretending that the first time Bean kicked when you were home next was the first time so you didn’t feel like you were missing out on anything.” 

Connor smiles at you, shaking his head and leaning up to plant a kiss to your cheek. “Thank you for planning to lie to me.” 

You giggle, before shifting to sit up more. You reach for the papers on your bedside table and hand them to Connor.

“What’s this?” He asks, looking down. His face falls, frown dropping his lips eyes looking up at you. “What is this? Why are you handing me this?”

“I think we need to talk about it.” You shrug.

“Not right now.” 

“Connor this is serious, it’s not just us anymore. We’re having a kid, we need to have a Will drawn up.” 

“I understand that, but I don’t wanna talk about it right now.” 

“Connor, in the event that something happens to one of us, we need to know what the other wants.” 

“Stop, stop, stop talkin’ like that!” 

“Connor,” 

“Please,” He tugs at his hair, “Please not right now. I understand we need to know, I get that and we’ll have it drawn up but I don’t want to talk about it right now. All my nightmares came true today.” He looks at you with sad eyes. “I haven’t told you this, but lately I’ve been having a few nightmares that something happens to you and our Bean, and I’m not there to help you or protect you.” He shakes his head, eyes squeezed shut. “And that happened to me today. You both were in an accident, and I wasn’t here.” 

“Connor,” You say again.

“I get it!” He snaps. “But I don’t like the thought of losing you okay? I’m fucking in love with you, and I don’t really have you, but I thought I lost you when I got that call. So can we stop talking like this for the day? Please? Please can you give my heart a moment?” 

You stare up at him with wide eyes, your heart rate picking up at his words. 

“You’re what?” You whisper, caressing his cheek.

“Huh?” 

“You’re in love with me?” 

His eyes go wide in panic now that he’s realized what he’s said.

“Are you being serious?”

“Yeah?” He nods.

“Why haven’t you said anything!” You slap his arm.

“I don’t know, you never-”

“I’ve been in love with you since Junior year!” You keep slapping his arm.

“Stop hitting me!” He grabs your hands, interlocking your fingers.

“You never said anything!” “Neither did you!” He responds.

**

Things were different now, you still hadn’t really said officially what you two were now, but it was this weird in between stage of best friend and boyfriend.

He would kiss you sometimes, and always hold your hand, he’d even let a few pet names slip, but when asked by others he still referred to you as his best friend. 

It confused you to no end, because now that something changed he’s moved into your room, claiming that he would just sneak in every night anyway, and now you had room for a nursery. 

“Babe?” He called from the nursery, seated criss cross on the ground, staring up at the ceiling while waiting for your response. “BABE?” 

“What?” You call back, walking down the hall to the laundry room.

“Can you bring me a water?” 

“Really? You can’t get it yourself?” 

“I’m building the crib!” 

“I’m doing your laundry!” You yell back, leaning against the dryer, rolling your eyes at his request.

“Please?” He asks softly. When you don’t respond he resorts to baby talk he knows you can’t resist. “Pweety Pwease? I’ll give you kisses.” 

You groan, waddling down the hall to the kitchen, grabbing him a cucumber mint flow from the fridge, and grabbing yourself a watermelon lime one. You make your way to the nursery, throwing him the water before taking a seat in the new rocking chair Shawn bought you guys.

“How you doing there Pretty Mama?” He smiles looking over at you. 

“I’m tired, and big.” You whine, looking down at your very pregnant belly.

“I think you look really pretty.” He blushes, looking back at the crib.

“You owe me kisses.” You pout.

“Do I?” He looks at you, “What if I was crossing my fingers?” 

You gasp, furrowing your brows and crossing your arms across your chest. “That’s so mean. You’re pregnant best friend just waddled her way to the kitchen and back to bring you your precious water and you won’t give her kisses like you promised?” 

He’s up on his knees crawling towards you. “Girlfriend.” He hums setting his hands on your thighs so he can lean closer.

“What?” 

“You mean my pregnant girlfriend.” He corrects you.

“Do I?” You asked softly, biting your lip as you stare into those blue eyes.

“I sure hope so.” He whispers.

“Is that what I am? Your girlfriend?” 

He pulls back a little, brows furrowing in confusion. “What do you mean? I thought-”

“Yeah me too but then you told the guy at the baby shop that I was your best friend.” 

He sighs, hanging his head. “It’s so natural, or I don’t know, programmed in my head to introduce you that way. But I thought we turned into something more when we confessed.” 

“Me too, but when you did that it through me off.” 

“Babe,” He smiles, rubbing his hands up your legs, “We live together, we sleep in the same bed, we kiss, we love, we laugh, we fight, we’re pregnant.” He let’s his right hand wander to your belly. “I consider you my girlfriend. I hope you consider me your boyfriend.” 

“I do.” 

“So then why are you pouting?”

“Because I really want kisses.” 

“Oh my goodness.” He laughs, leaning forward to cover your lips with his own. He kisses you deeply, pecking your lips three more times before pulling away. “Better?”

“For now.” 

“Okay.” He laughs, shaking his head before going back to building the crib.

**

“Boyfriend?” You yell from the bedroom when you hear the door open.

“It’s Boyfriend and his friends!” Connor yells back. “Girlfriend?” 

“Yes?”

“Where are you?” 

You quickly finish tying the bow to his gift before making your way to the living room where Shawn and Brian are seated on the couch.

“Hey!” Shawn jumps up, giving you a hug before looking down to your belly. “Can I touch your belly?” 

You laugh a little, “Yeah go ahead, thank you for asking.” 

“Of course, it would be a little rude to just go ahead.” He says touching your belly. 

“Can you tell that to the rest of the world?” 

“Hey Bean!” Shawn says to your belly. “Uncle Shawn got you the coolest thing ever!” He says before running to the couch to show you a small guitar case. 

“Shawn you didn’t.”

“I couldn’t help myself, I was looking for a new one and saw this little thing.” He pops the case open. “I’ll teach Bean how to play and everything!” 

“There you are!” Connor smiles when he enters holding three beers and your favorite flow flavor. He walks up to you, planting a wet smooch to your lips before handing the boys their drinks. 

“I have something for you.” You grin, holding up the little gift wrapped box.

“Oh yeah?” He takes it from you. 

He unties the bow, rips the paper, and opens the box to reveal a small blue Polaroid camera.

“This is so cute,” He says holding it in his hand.

Shawn gasps and Brian stands up in excitement.

“Where’d you get this honey?” 

“It doesn’t matter,” You wave him off, bouncing on your toes in excitement. “What color is it?” 

“Blue?” He asks, looking up at you, and then over to the excited boys next to him that are punching the other in the arm.

“And blue is for what?” You pull it out of him.

“Blue is for….” He stares at you, “Blue is for boy.” His eyes light up. “Blue is for boy?” 

“Blue is for boy!” You squeal.

“Oh my god! Blue is for boy!” He wraps you up in his arms, kissing your neck. “It’s a boy, we’re having a boy!” 

“ITS A BOY!” Shawn and Brian cheer.

**

You groan in pain as you feel another contraction hit. You’ve been in labor for three hours now and your little boy does not want to come see the world.

Connor tries not to wince or complain about his hand he’s sure you’ve severely bruised. He breathes with you through the pain, running a soothing hand over your head and taking your matted hair back away from your forehead.

“There you go Baby.” He whispers, “You’re doing so good.”

“I love you Connor David,” You smile at him, “But I want to fucking kick you in the balls right now.” 

He winces at the thought and shakes his head. “I’m sorry Baby,” He looks away. “I wish I could take your pain away, I wish it were me.” 

“Me too.” You relax when the contraction stops.

“Still holding your hand?” The nurse smiles when she walks in to check on you. “You’re better than most Dad’s, they usually wimp out by now from the pain.” 

“He never lets go, no matter what.” You smile up at Connor.

“You’re my lobster Baby,” He leans down to kiss your lips.

**

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written by: @shawnm521 

[euphoria-svt]

All My Love is Yours

if you see any spelling errors pls ignore it. I edited this on the flight and was sleepy af.

Songs I listened to while writing this (if you wanted a more emotional effect):

say you won’t let go - james arthur

marry me - train

be your everything - boys like girls

fallin all in you - shawn mendes

enchanted - taylor swift

lay me down - sam smith ft. john legend

a thousand years -christina perri

swear it again - westlife

can’t help falling in love - jess and gabriel (cover)

just the way you are - bruno mars

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Word count: 2.5k -ish

8 years, 5 months and 19 days. That was how long Connor has known you.

And how long have you two been together, you may ask? 

6 years, 4 months and 23 days. Connor was definitely counting. He would tell that to anyone who asked and he wouldn’t be embarrassed by it. Connor is THAT in love with you and he wanted the whole world to know it. 

Because to him, every minute he has spent with you counts. Every laughter, every smile, every tears, every arguments, every ups and downs; it counts. That’s what made the relationship last. That’s what made Connor and y/n what they are now; two teenagers who fell in love accidentally on purpose and still going strong years later. 

Connor was certain you were the one he wanted to spend his life with even before you two celebrated your first anniversary. He remembers himself rambling to his mother over the phone about how amazing you were and how your laugh is so contageous that he would be laughing along every time you were giggling. 

His mother thought it was cute; that her son finally found someone to love, someone to be head over heels over, but she didn’t think too much about it. It was when Connor introduced you to his family that his mother immediately knew what Connor was talking. After that, she was also convinced that you were the one for her boy and she prayed for it to be true; because she could see how perfect you two were for each other and Connor’s family absolutely adored you.

Being with someone for over 6 years was crazy to think. Connor thinks you deserve a trophy for sticking by his random and crazy antics for such a long time. But he also thinks that it’s finally time to pop the question.

xxx

You headed up to your study after dinner with Connor and your two best friends. Connor insisted they would do the dishes instead because he needed to talk to them without you around.

“Hmm” Brian hummed as he watched over Connor at the sink sceptically “You never offer to do the dishes for y/n, Brashier. So. what gives?

Connor shrugged in reply while rinsing off the soap from the plates “I just want to help my girlfriend out around the house. Is that so unbelievable?”

Shawn grins, shaking his head “Brian is right, Con and we all know it. So spit it out”

Damn these guys for knowing Connor too well.

He hangs the last plate at the drying rack and turned off the tap. He dries his hand with the kitchen towel before joining the other two at the island.

“I’m going to do it” Connor announced.

Shawn asks confusingly, “Do what?”

Connor breaks into a smile, saying “I’m going to ask her to marry me”

“Shut up!” Brian exclaimed loudly, voice full of excitement while he stares at his best friend “For real?!?”

He laughs in respond, nodding in confirmation “For real”

“Dude!” Shawn grinned, moving over to Connor’s side so he could give him a hug “I’m so happy for you!”

“Fuck yeah!” Brian cried, joining in the group hug “Our Baby Brash isn’t a baby anymore!”

“Stop calling me that!” Connor rolled his eyes annoyedly, pushing his two best friends off him.

“Do you think… She’ll say yes?” He then asks hesitantly.

“Are you really asking us that?” Shawn deadpanned “Of course she’s going to say yes! You two are Connor and y/n. You’re bound to spend the rest of your lives together!”

Brian nodded in agreement “There’s no one else more perfect for each other than you two”

Oh, he hopes for that to be true.

“Would you go with me to find the perfect ring for her?” Connor asks.

“Con, it would be our honour” Shawn smiles at his friend before looking over at Brian “Bri, are you crying….?”

“Shut up! I’m emotional okay!”

xxx

The three guys were set to go for ring shopping that weekend. You were having a lunch reunion with your high school friends so Connor didn’t have to worry about explaining to you what they were doing for the rest of the day.

2 shops in, Connor still hasn’t found the right one. He was starting to think that maybe it was a sign from the universe but Brian smacked the back of his head, saying “You’re going to find that ring and you’re going to find it today! So take that negativity somewhere else, dumbass”

And Brian was right. 

Shawn got the name of this jewellery shop from his friend. He swears they do the prettiest engagement rings and Shawn just knew he had to take Connor here.

“Take a deep breath” Shawn instructed Connor as they stood in front of the store “You’re going to get it from here. Trust me on this”

“Yeah” Connor agreed “I’m going to find it”

And so, he did.

It was the first ring he laid his eyes on when he walks up to the counter displaying all the rings. He was scanning through the various shapes and sizes of rings, then he caught a glance of this one.

To him, it was basically screaming how perfect it would be our your ring finger. The details on the ring, the size of the diamond; it was all perfect. And Connor knew that this is the one.

It’s a little on the pricier side but he didn’t mind. He gets it engraved (because Connor loved being extra whenever it comes to you) on the inner side of the ring.

all my love is yours always.

It’s cheesy but he didn’t care. He would be the cheesiest man in the world when it comes to you.

He gets home before you do and he immediately keeps it hidden in his side of the closet. That day, Connor couldn't stop smiling and no matter how many times you asked him why was he so chirpy, his response is “I’ve got the best girl in the world with me right now. I think that’s a valid reason to be grinning like a mad man” 

xxx

a month later

“Hey babe?” Connor looked up from his paperwork. You sat across from him with your own pile of work on a Saturday (early) morning, something you both did very often together.

You hummed in response, looking at him “Yeah, bubs?”

“Mom asked if you were down to spend the afternoon with her” Connor waved his phone as an indication “She’s in desperate need of a girl’s day”

That was the plan. He needed you out of the house for a few hours while he gets everything into place and his mom was more than happy to be a distraction for you.

“Today?” You ask immediately “I guess I could use one too. It’s been a rough couple of days at the office”

“Exactly!” Connor agreed “Take a break then? Spend the day with ma”

“Yeah, I’ll give her a call in a bit” You nodded, smiling “Are we stil on for date night?”

“Always” He reassured “Is pizza okay with you?”

“You know that’s my favourite kind of date night, Con”

So, a few hours later you left Connor alone at home to spend the day with his mother. That was when he got to work.

He has been compiling all the stuff he needs for tonight and shoved them all in his equipment room, knowing you wouldn’t step into the room unless Connor was calling for you from the room.

Connor starts with hanging up the fairy light around the living room. He knew how much you loved them; always telling him how magical they looked like. After that was set up, he took the bag filled with rose petals and spread them on the floor of your living room in the shape of a filled giant heart then set-up a table for two in the middle of the room.

He even cooked your favourite meal (the only one he was a master at) instead of having takeaway pizza for dinner because he wanted everything to be perfect for this moment; to show you how much he loves you and would do anything if it meant to see that smile on your face.

Connor has been working on the compilation of your relationship’s montage for about 3 weeks now. He sneaks off to his equipment room on most nights and you don’t bother him; assuming he was just busy with the workload he was getting. There were so many photos and videos of you two together and he wanted to put as much into the montage as possible.

His mother texts him, giving him the signal that they were done and you were probably 30 minutes away from home. He grabbed the projector and his laptop then made his way to the living room to do the final set-up.

When Connor heard the front door jiggle, his legs started to shake and there were butterflies in his stomach. 

This is really happening. He thought to himself. There’s no turning back.

You walked through the front door, confused as to why there were lack of lights in the house. “Con?” You called out to him, slipping off your shoes and putting them neatly at the shoe rack by the door.

“Living room, babe!”

When you got to the destination, your jaws dropped at the set-up before you. There were fairy lights everywhere, flower petals on the floor, a table set-up for two. You were stunned.

“Con?” You gawked “What’s all this?”

“Surprise!” Connor cheers, making his way towards you. He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, “Do you like it?”

“Bubs, this is amazing” You gushed, looking around at all the decoration “But what’s the occasion? Did I miss something?” You asked confusingly.

He chuckles and took a hold of your wrist and led you towards the table, dropping off your bag at the couch in the process.

“No you didn’t, baby” He insisted, pulling the chair out for you “I just wanted to do something nice for date night. We’ve had a pretty rough week at work and I thought it’s what we deserve”

“You’re amazing, Connor David Brashier” You sighed happily as you waited for him to sit across from you. You eyed the spaghetti and meatballs set in front of you “You cooked dinner? What happened to pizza?”

“It was a part of the surprise, silly!” He smiles “Now stop talking and let’s eat. What did you and ma do today?”

xxx

“Why do you have the projector out?” You asked confusingly after you two were done with dinner, notcing the equipment out along with his laptop. 

“Oh, right. I was working on a project for the past few weeks” He answered and you don’t miss how nervous he suddenly sounded, but didn’t think too much about it “I wanted to show it to you and get your opinion on it”

“Of course” You nodded “You know I love watching whatever you work on, bubs”

Connor stood up from his seat and walked over to turn on the projector. You took a sip of your wine as you watched him press a few buttons on his laptop before he joined you again at the table.

“Give me your honest opinion okay?” He said nervously “Good or bad, just let me know”

“Baby, you know I always do” You reassured.

He pressed the play button on the remote and a countdown starts from 3… 2… 1…

The video starts with a photo where you two first met. At the bottom, Connor labeled it as where it all began.

And then you just knew he was lying about showing you his work project. Then next photo comes up with a photo of the restaurant where Connor took you for your first date, accompanied by a selfie that you took after dinner was over. Where we had our first date. And truthfully, it was the best first date of my life.

The next one was one at a Brashiers’ family event. You got along well with Connor’s little cousin and she thinks of you like her older sister. While you were playing with her; giggling with one another, Connor snapped a beautiful picture of you both. He labelled it as the woman who my family loves so much.

You smiled as more photos and videos popped up one by one. Getting overwhelmed by all the nostalgic feeling, you could already feel the tears forming in your eyes. Connor put in so much of clips that you forgotten that you still had.

You were so into the video that you didn’t see Connor’s shift in movements. And when it got to the last part of the video, your breath hitched in your throat.

y/n, the love of my life, will you officially become Mrs. Connor Brashier?

That’s when you turned to Connor and already see him kneeling down on one knee with a velvet box in his hand.

“Connor” Your lips start to tremble as more tears were falling from your cheeks.

This was real, this was really happening.

Connor was no different that you. He had tears in his eyes, trying to find the right words to say. He prepared himself for this moment for weeks and he thought he had it in him to do it without breaking down, but he was wrong.

“y/n…” He choked out, smiling at you “You are the love of my life, my best friend, my rock, my everything. When I first laid my eyes on you, I just knew that I had to get to know you. And after we started dating, I knew you were the one for me. I knew you were the one I wanted to spend the rest of my life with”

“I want to be there through everything” He continued as his voice started to crack a little “Through every laughter and tears, through ever fights, through every pregnancy. I want to do stupid things together with you in the late morning, have kids with you, grow old with you and I want us to be those kind of couple who gets buried side by side”

“I don’t want to be in love if it’s not with you” He confirmed, opening the box in his hand; displaying to you the most beautiful ring you’ve ever set your eyes on “So y/n y/ln, please make me the happiest man in the world and marry me?”

“Yes!” You exclaimed, letting out a mixture of a choked sob and laughter “Yes I’ll marry you, Connor David Brashier!”

Connor sighs in relief as he took the ring out of the box. His fingers were shaking as he slid the ring on your finger perfectly. Just like he expected, the ring suited your finger beautifully.

You leaned forward and buried your face in the crook of his neck; a mixture of your sobs were echoing in the room.

“I love you so much” You said in between sobs “I don’t want to do this with anyone else, Connor. It’s only you”

“I love you more, baby” He answered “And all my love is for you always, future Mrs. Brashier”

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Video Lovers (Connor x Y/n)

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Requested by anon: You and Connor being videographers together

Word count: 724

#Blurb Week 1

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"I think maybe if we change the light just a little bit to the left" Y/n said concentrated in what she was doing. Connor asked his girlfriend to help him with some footage for the newest Shaw n's song. He was surprised when Shawn talked with him and asked him to direct his new music video, but of course, he said yes.

"Let me see Baby" He went to check Y/n take, they were filming multiple angles and had to coordinate themselves to work in sync. "Yeah, guys can you please move this light 5cm to the left?" He asked the scenario makers. "Yeah, that's perfect."

Shawn observed how the two of them were in a complete focus mode. They were glued to their cameras and making every inch of the footage perfect before he got in. Shawn never got to know Y/n that much, but Connor talked about her all the time, of course. Recently not that much, in consideration for Shawn, since he had just ended a relationship and Connor didn't want him getting sad.

Shawn never got to know Y/n, but that doesn't mean he didn't know her work. She worked in the cinema industry and did some things in the music industry from time to time, but mostly you worked on the crew of 2 Oscar movies that won the best picture. And since this video was supposed to be about his imaginary world, Connor suggested to give her a call. She was a fantastic videographer and director. But also amazing in writing scripts, and Connor asked her to help him. Shawn agreed after Connor showed him his girl work, he never claimed that he wanted to work with you because you were his girlfriend. On the contrary, he loved that you were working with him, not because of your relationship but because of your talent.

"Have you guys had lunch already?" Shawn asked interrupting the focused couple discussing the camera saturation. Connor nodded yes, but then he remembered that she never went after him. She stayed to finish some last-minute adjustments with the scenario colors, and he went to get lunch. She promised to go after he came back, but she never did.

"Baby, did you go at all?" He asked, changing his focus for a moment.

"Not really, but it's okay."

"Y/n it is not okay, go have lunch. It's 4p.m. Princess, you had breakfast at 7a.m." He stated, concerned. He knew that she probably forgot she had to eat because he had done that so many times while editing videos that he lost count.

"It's okay Con, I can eat afterward," She said still fixing one of the cameras. He looked at her for a moment paying attention to how adorable she looked when she was so concentrated. But of course, he couldn't let it go, mainly because they would be recording till night, and she couldn't just not eat for the entire day.

"Okay, so I will finish this." He said, taking the camera out of her hands and looking in her eyes. "You didn't have a break, I did. And you need to eat Baby, I don't want to go to the hospital with you later because you forgot that eating is important too." He said, making her sigh. "Pretty please go eat? Just a little bit? I will finish fixing this camera" He asked, putting the camera aside for a moment and holding her face in his hands.

"Fine!" She said, a little bit annoyed, but at the same time, she understood him, She would have done the same.

"Hey, wait. You forgot something," Connor said when she left his touch and walked to the door to go where the food was. She looked at him with a confused face, checking in her mind what could she possibly have forgotten if she was going to eat. "My Kiss?" he said trying to sound offended which make her chuckle before she came back and kissed his lips a little too quick for his liking, but he knew she was not the biggest PDA fan so he wouldn't push her. "I love you! Come back fassssst," He said a little bit louder when she was already in the corridor. Making her turn around and blow him another kiss.

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Sick day (Connor x Y/n)

Hello again pretty people, enjoy :) Requested by anon: You taking care of Connor while he is sick

Word count: 731

#Blurb Week 1

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"Atchoo" Connor sneezed and woke up. His throat was sore, and his eyes were so heavy that he would probably just go back to sleep if it wasn't for his phone ringing.

"Hi," He said with a raspy voice, almost inaudible.

"Hi, Connor, Andrew here. We are filming some extra footage to the flow promo today. If you could please he here at 13:00 that would be perfect" Connor looked at the clock marking 9a.m.  He was supposed to be up at 7a.m. so he would finish some editing before the rest of the video was filmed. But he lost the track of time this morning. Y/n was also sleeping still cuddled up in him.

"Okay. I will be there. Bye" Connor considered going back to sleep he was feeling his entire body extremely cold for some reason, and he also loved morning cuddles. But of course, time was short since his alarm didn't get off at 7 as he had planned. Connor slowly untangled himself from his girlfriend, making sure to not wake her up. He sited on the side of the bad feeling his head was about to explode, he also suddenly felt the need to trow up, and he tried to drink some water from the cup of water you always keep in your bedside. It didn't help him at although, it just made it worse. As soon as the water reached his stomach, he was sprinting to the bathroom and throwing up everything he had. You woke up with the sound some minutes later, it took some seconds to figure out what was going on until you looked at your side and noticed Connor was not there.

"Are you okay Baby?" You asked, reaching the bathroom door and seeing Connor brushing his tooth.

"Not really." He said, his voice very low and raspy.

"What's going on," You asked hugging him from behind and waiting till he was done brushing his tooth.

"My head hurt so bad," He said, turning around and hugging you. His head burning your neck.

"I think you have a fever Blue eyes," You said hugging him tightly back.

"But y/n, I have to work," He said, making you smile, he was very committed with everything from work, and this wouldn't be different.

"Come back to bed Connor, I will bring you some tea and a fever pill," You said, grabbing him by the hand and guiding him back to bed. You put the covers in him but before you could move to go get him the things he needed, he grabbed your waist and pulled you back to lay down with him. "Baby you need meds, let me, please go them for you."

"My head hurts Y/n," He said hugging you and putting his head on your chest.

"I know Con, that is why I was going to grab your pills, remember?" You explained slowly. But all he did was grab your hands and put it in his head.

"Please don't go," He asked sniffing in the end. He couldn't open his eyes anymore, but he was crying from the pain he was feeling in his head. And the last thing he wanted was to be alone right now.

"Baby, I need to go get you medicine. So your head can stop hurting, I promise I will be fast." You said, trying to get out again from his embrace but falling one more time.

"Please don't go," he sniffed again. "I don't want to be alone," He said, tears still leaving his eyes.

"Okay baby, I will stay and massage your head for a while. And then I will go get you the fever meds and call Andrew that you can't go work today." You said, bringing your fingers to his hair and carefully massaging his scalp, making him whisper in relief. He did' t answer to your proposition, but he was asleep again after some minutes, so you got up and called Andrew. You also made him a cup of tea and grabbed him some fever pills. He spent the entire day glued to you, as he always did when he was sick. But you didn't bother at all and kept cuddling him the whole day, having small fights to make him let you go to make him food or grab him a cup of water.

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