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brianc521 · 4 years

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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.

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xeunoais · 3 years

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Connor Brashier MS

(A/N): ! = author’s favorites

- left with a broken heart !

- rumor

- better half

- four years !

- quarantined lovers (request)

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queenmendes · 4 years

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cozy day

connor brashier x reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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kritomiesterbanta · 5 years

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Cruel Summer [Part 5]

ABOUT: Y/N is not happy about her boyfriend Shawn having to fake date Camila, nor is he happy about Y/N’s blossoming friendship with Connor

WORD COUNT: 4,271

NOTES: Thank you for the continued out pour of love and support for my Cruel Summer series! I love this story, so I’m glad you are all loving it too! I’m definitely interested in hearing whether you are team Shawn or Team Connor, especially after reading this part! Let me know!

Part 1 l Part 2 l Part 3 l Part 4 l Part 6

You loved Shawn, you truly did, which is why you were trying so damn hard to separate what was going on, with how you felt about him. The thing was, this whole watching him “date” someone else was killing you on the inside. Part of you had to wonder if maybe even coming out here on tour to begin with had been a bad idea. As hard as it had been to be apart, and to mostly communicate through texts, phone calls, and facetime, at least you wouldn’t have had a front row seat to his arms being wrapped around another girl.

You had done your best to be supportive, and not say anything, but your heart had been broken the morning that Shawn had approached you to let you know that they needed to step things up with Camila. You knew this wasn’t going to be a conversation that you liked, especially since you could see in his own eyes that he was hurting and dreading this, but to make things look more real and believable he was going to have to kiss Camila.

They had kissed a little bit during the filming of Senorita, but for some reason this just seemed different. He had tried to reassure you that it was just acting, and that he didn’t want to be doing it, but for the sake of all the work that they had put into this, they needed to keep it up, and of course, step it up as well. You wanted to believe that what he was saying was true, that it was different, but it certainly didn’t seem like it.

In Senorita they were playing characters. While maybe they were still to some extent playing characters now, and heightened versions of themselves, they were ultimately still being Shawn and Camila, and it hurt that your Shawn, that your boyfriend, was going to be kissing another woman.

Then again, what could you really do? You were a nobody. You didn’t get to dictate any of this, especially since you already felt like Shawn didn’t get much of a say himself. When he told you that this wasn’t something he wanted to do, you believed him. You could see it in his face, especially when it was just the two of you alone in a room.

It had even gotten to the point that it wasn’t even something you wanted to discuss with him at all. Each night when it was just the two of you alone in your room you could see the weight of what was going on was killing him. He was stressed, he was exhausted, and you could see the guilt in his eyes when he looked at you. He knew that he was hurting you, and you knew that was killing him, and therefore you had stopped letting him in. You didn’t want to add to the stress of everything going on.

You coming to join the tour for the summer was supposed to be something fun, and something calming for Shawn, you weren’t here to cause waves or make things more difficult. Instead, you did your best to be the kind of distraction he needed, not the girl that complained about how damn hard it was to watch him with Camila, talk about Camila in interviews or the Q&A’s, or bring up just how hurt and heartbroken you were on the inside.

You knew that you were slowly breaking down, and that you couldn’t keep going on like this, but you were hopeful that somehow, or someway this would get easier. It was only supposed to be a summer fling. You could get through this, you had to.

You knew that Shawn was growing more and more frustrated with your own relationship and friendship with Connor, but it wasn’t something that you could give up. He honestly was the only one keeping you sane, especially since he did provide as the perfect distraction, and when everything got to be a little too much he was the first one to grab your hand and pull you off so the two of you could go on your own adventure.

The two of you didn’t even need to be doing anything crazy or all that significant for you to enjoy your time together. Actually, the times where you and Connor just went around taking pictures and videos, or even just sat in his hotel room while you watched him edit were more than enough for you. As long as you didn’t have to watch your boyfriend put his hands all over another woman you were happy, and Connor seemed more than happy to be that distraction.

At first you had felt rather guilty about always pulling him away from everything, but after assuring you that this too was what he’d rather be doing, you had stopped asking if it was okay, or trying to assure him that you’d be okay if you stayed around and watched the “show” that Shawn and Camila were putting on. Plus, he had long since learned to see past your bullshit answers when you tried to play it tough or cool. He knew you weren’t happy or okay, and he didn’t like you having to force yourself through it.

As much as you hated it, Shawn did make his occasional comment about it, especially after each time you put up a new selfie of you and Connor on your Instagram. It really had just become a running joke between the two of you, since he constantly teased you about your love of selfies, and you teased him about his ridiculous hatred for them. Plus, you didn’t see anything wrong with it. There were plenty of pictures out there with Shawn with Camila, so why couldn’t you have pictures of you and Conner?

That had been the original story after all. You were on tour to spend time with your friend Connor. You were only selling that storyline even further, and even more than that, Connor was your friend now. Actually, given how close the two of you had gotten the past few weeks you would argue that he was becoming one of your closest friends. The two of you just got each other, and while that maybe bugged your boyfriend, it was something that you needed, and therefore something that Shawn needed to deal with.

As much as you wished that Shawn could be your refuge when things got tough, that just wasn’t the case. You didn’t want to add any more stress to his pile, and it did just seem to make more sense to go to Connor when you had to vent or complain. In some ways, you felt like Connor just happened to get it more than Shawn did anyway. You of course didn’t want to complain about Shawn as a boyfriend, since when it was just the two of you, he was the best, but he could get understandably defensive when he felt attacked over the situation.

You knew that he was just about as ready for this Camila stuff to be over as you were, and since it wasn’t like he was trying to hurt you on purpose you didn’t like looking at him in a negative light. Honestly, if none of this Camila stuff had happened you would argue that he had been one of the best boyfriends you had ever had, but these days it was hard to see all of that.

With Shawn’s birthday nearing you had been so excited about the idea of being able to celebrate together, and before all of this had happened, it had been the day you were looking forward to the most. Twenty-one was a pretty monumental birthday after all, and instead of being some star studded party, it was mostly going to be his best and closest friends that were invited.

However, the closer it got, and as more details of the big day, and the big party were being revealed you soon came to the realization that you weren’t going to be able to play the big part in the day that you had originally wanted and hoped for. Shawn had assured you that he wanted you close by all night, but you couldn’t hold hands or act like a couple. There were going to be cameras there after all, and if anything got leaked it would ruin everything that he, Camila, and their teams had worked towards.

While everyone on tour knew the truth about you and Shawn, most of the party goers wouldn’t know that, and it wasn’t safe to let your relationship be seen or discovered. There were already a lot of people out there that weren’t buying his and Camila’s relationship, and while selfishly that made you sort of happy, you also knew that it was in his best interest for it not to be found out what was actually happening and going on.

Like usual, you reminded yourself that you would have Connor there, and that at least made it so you weren’t completely dreading the party. This was Shawn’s big day after all, and being the good girlfriend that you were, you did want to make this as easy and drama free as possible. The day wasn’t about you, even if as his girlfriend you did feel like you should have been given a bit more consideration in all of this, but what really could you say? If it was up to Shawn you imagined he saw this day going a little differently as well, so at least there was that.

When the big day had finally arrived, you did your best to make it special for just the two of you. You were the first one to see him in the morning, which meant you were the first one that was going to be able to wish him happy birthday. That was precisely why you had woken up early, and thanks to a little arranging, and the help of a few others, you had his favorite breakfast delivered to the room, along with a cupcake that you were able to light up with the one candle that sat in the middle of it.

“Happy Birthday to you,” you softly sang, after having lit the candle and made your way over to his side of the bed where he was currently laying shirtless, in nothing more than his boxer briefs, stomach down. “Happy Birthday dear Shawn,” you continued as he turned to look at you with a boyish grin and sleepy eyes as you finished up singing. “Make a wish babe,” you directed as he quickly blew it out before finally pushing himself up and moving into a seated position with his legs off the bed.

“Thanks babygirl. You are amazing, and I’m so lucky to have you,” he smiled as he pulled you closer so he could rest his hands on your hips.

“I’m pretty sure it’s the other way around, but I’ll take it,” you playfully declare before leaning down to press your lips to his.

The two of you had definitely taken advantage of the alone time together, and had actually spent the majority of the day and early afternoon together in his room, but unfortunately that hadn’t been able to last. His family had flown in to spend the big day with him, and with lunch having been planned he had needed to say goodbye and leave.

While you had met his family, and gotten along great with all of them, there were likely pictures going to be taken, and it wouldn’t make sense for a random girl that was friends with Connor, and not his actual girlfriend to be at lunch with them. If a girl was going to go, it would have been Camila, but Shawn had thankfully requested for that not to happen.

In the end, you had found a way to keep yourself busy with a little shopping as you picked out the perfect little red dress to wear tonight, gotten a manicure and pedicure, and had even arranged to have your hair and make-up done by a professional. Even if you weren’t going to be the one totally at Shawn’s side tonight, you wanted to look good for him.

While you had unfortunately hoped to ride to his party with him tonight, that hadn’t happened. Shawn was to walk in after most of the guests were to arrive, and much to your chagrin, he was going to walk in with Camila, and his family.

You couldn’t lie. That sucked, and it hurt, but like usual you had Connor by your side to make it feel alright, or at least as good as you could possibly feel about any of this. In the end, you didn’t want to make his big day about you, so despite how shitty you felt, you slapped a fake smile on your face, even if Connor could easily see right past it. Actually, you found yourself deeply hoping that Shawn could as well, but you knew it was a selfish thought.

After walking in you and Connor made your rounds, talked to a few people, and had gotten a glass of champagne to celebrate Shawn’s imminent arrival. Once it was announced that he was coming in soon, you made sure that you and Connor were right near the front.

As Shawn made his grand entrance you, like everyone else began to shout at the top of your lungs, and you couldn’t help the butterflies as his eyes immediately found yours. Maybe you didn’t get to walk in by his side, but he was doing his best to show that you weren’t forgotten. It also helped that he was clearly taking in you, your dress, and little makeover, and he was obviously impressed. You had seen that look in his eyes before, and you could tell it was taking everything in his power to not walk over there and kiss you in front of everybody.

So maybe it hadn’t been your favorite to see his hand in Camila’s, but it was you he had looked at like that, and not her, and that was what was getting you through. You watched as he made his rounds a bit, hugging quite a few people and thanking them for coming, before he finally made his way over to you.

“Hey,” he smiled, his eyes once again taking you in, while also trying not to give too much away about how he truly felt about you, especially since tonight, to all these people Camila was Shawn’s girlfriend. Not you.

“Hey,” you shyly smiled back, loving the way his eyes had just looked over you all over again.

“You look so beautiful babygirl,” he whispered into your ear as he had moved in to give you a hug. “I’m pretty sure you are the birthday present I’m most looking forward to unwrap,” he softly joked before slowly pulling away, his touch lingering for as long as he could possibly make it.

“Oh my God Shawn, have you already been drinking?” you tease as he innocently shrugs his shoulders, making you giggle.

“Come on, it’s my twenty first, I may have had a drink or two on the way over,” he admits as you let out another soft giggle and a shake of the head.

“Well you deserve it. I hope you are having a good birthday so far,” you admit, even if your heart sort of hurts that this is going to have to be your only interaction for awhile. You would give anything to spend the entire night by his side, and holding his hands as he goes around and talks to everyone and introduces you to his old friends, but you get why that can’t be.

“It’s been good.. But I wish it could be a little different,” he admits back, almost as if you two are sharing a very similar thought.

“Well we will hang out later tonight, right?” you try offer in an effort to see that signature Shawn smile that you love so much, and one he deserves to be wearing on his birthday.

“Of course, Like I said, I still need to unwrap my present,” he teases as he sends what is likely an inappropriate wink in your direction, but neither of you seem to care as you share in this moment and laugh together.

“I need to go and talk to some people and say hi, but you’ll be close by right?” he asks, a familiar look of concern and pleading showing up on his face.

“Of course,” you smile in assurance as you reach out and give his hand a small squeeze before he unfortunately has to pull away, looking back at you, giving you one last smile before heading into the crowd.

As much as you loved your interaction with Shawn just then, an emptiness and sadness begin to consume you, but luckily before you can let yourself dwell on it, Connor is at your side.

“What do you say we take a shot?” he asks, and while you aren’t much of a drinker, you are pretty sure you are going to need to something in order to get through this night. Plus, with it being Shawn’s twenty-first you know he plans on drinking quite a bit, so why not join in?

That isn’t the only shot you take that night, nor is it the only drink you consume other than the tiny bit of champagne you had to mark his arrival. You definitely have a buzz going on, and maybe a little more, but it feels good. Even more, it feels good not to be dwelling on the fact that your boyfriend is off socializing without you, with Camila by his side, likely portraying the role of the doting girlfriend that should be you.

Actually though, you are having plenty of fun where you are at with Connor as the two of you make your presence known on the dance floor. You would never claim to be a professional, or to even know what you are doing, but you also feel like you have rhythm and do alright, unlike Connor. In fact, his moves crack you up, which only makes this even more fun.

Being you, you have also already pulled out your phone to take the selfie that Connor so loudly proclaims he hates, but you know he secretly loves. Plus, he always looks amazing in them. While he may normally prefer to be the one behind the camera, you think that is just a travesty. His face was made to be in front of the camera.

You know you promised Shawn to be close by, and while you really had tried to make that happen, it had not only gotten a bit boring to be the weird girl secretly lurking in the back, it had gotten to feel kind of weird. So instead, you had chosen to take advantage of the fact that you were at your boyfriend’s huge birthday bash, even if it was Connor by your side instead.

When it was time for the cake to be presented everyone did their best to gather in close as a loud round of happy birthday was sung. You did your best to get in as close as you could with Connor by your side, but given how many people had come tonight to celebrate the birthday boy you definitely weren’t as close as you would have hoped. The one thing that had made you at least feel somewhat better about this moment was that he had searched you out in the crowd and sent a little wink, but soon his attention was directed elsewhere.

You couldn’t blame him. He was the man of the hour after all, but that didn’t stop the sting of not being the one by his side from consuming you. It certainly wasn’t helping that you were also a tad bit tipsy, and Camila was right there where you should have been. After the candles had been blown out and a silly drunken speech had been given by your incredibly cute and adorable boyfriend your mood suddenly switched as Camila went in to give Shawn a big birthday kiss as the crowd cheered.

You however, were not cheering, and you certainly weren’t happy. In fact, that seemed to be the straw that broke the camel’s back as you pushed your way out of the small crowd. Despite the fact that you were already outside in the New York air, you couldn’t help but feel like you couldn’t breathe and like you needed more of it.

Out of nowhere Connor reached for your hand, and thankfully led you away, and down a small alley where it looked like the two of you could have some much needed privacy. You of course wanted to blame it on the alcohol, but there likely was much more involved in all of this as hot tears began to fall down your cheeks.

“Come here,” he softly directed you as he pulled you into his arms as you buried your head in his chest, as one of his hands rested on the back of your head, as the tears continued to fall. You weren’t sure how long the two of you had stood like that, but finally you felt strong enough to pull back to look at him.

“I’m sorry I..” you began as you did your best to wipe at your eyes, before he quickly shook his head.

“You have nothing to apologize for. I get it. This is hard Y/N,” he assures you, as he affectionately moves in to wipe a tear off your cheek.

“It is, and you would think I’d be used to it by now,” you sighed, hating that this was still something you couldn’t seem to get over.

“And you shouldn’t have to. You shouldn’t even have to be dealing with this in the first place. It’s fucked up. You are one of the most amazing women I have ever met, and I don’t get why Shawn is doing this,” he cursed, actually surprising you by how passionate he is about all of this.

“Well, I mean, he doesn’t really have a choice,” you try to offer in defense of Shawn.

“Of course he has a choice. He could have said no, but he didn’t, and he’s still letting this shit show carry on despite how obvious it is that it’s hurting you. It’s bullshit,” he further ranted, his words actually sinking in as you first wonder how much of a choice Shawn does have, and even more, you wonder how obvious it really is what all of this is doing to you. Is everyone else feeling the same way about all of this?

You hate the idea of looking weak or pathetic, and you don’t like the idea of everyone knowing that this isn’t easy on you. Okay, so maybe it isn’t something that should be easy, but you did want to be there and you did want to be supportive.

“I get it Y/N, you’re trying to be a good girlfriend for him,” he further offers, feeling somewhat annoyed that this isn’t the first time today that your thoughts seem to be totally transparent. “But he doesn’t fucking deserve it. He doesn’t deserve you,” he loudly declares as his hands from around you drop as he throws them passionately up into the air in frustration.

“Connor,” you begin, but honestly, what are you supposed to say to that, especially after having had him witness your first real break down since coming out here.

“I mean it, you are amazing, and you don’t deserve this,” he keeps going, obviously sensing that you aren’t sure what to say. “You deserve a boyfriend that chooses you. That chooses you over some music sales, and makes you feel like you are always his number one priority. If you were my girlfriend Y/N, I would never do that to you,” he confidently declares as he moves to cut off the distance between the two of you once more as he places a soft hand on the side of your neck as his thumb softly brushes up against the skin of your cheek. “I would make sure to show you each and every day that you are my only priority, and that nothing is more important than you.”

“Connor..” you softly trail as your eyes move up to meet his, feeling completely conflicted in this moment. Those words, they mean the world to you, and for the first time since Shawn has said something about Connor having feelings for you, you realize that maybe he was right all along, and you aren’t sure what to think about that.

On one hand, you know he is right. Shawn isn’t treating you like his number one priority, but you love him despite all of that, and despite what he can offer you at the moment. On the other hand, not only is Connor saying all the right words, you are starting to wonder if maybe somewhere along the line you had fallen for him too. It’s all so confusing, but before you even have time to think about what you want, you are soon interrupted.

“What the fuck Connor? Get away from my girlfriend,” Shawn loudly shouts, as you quickly jump away from Connor and his touch as your eyes quickly move between the two men, neither looking even remotely happy with the other. In fact, you can see fire and anger there, and know, this in no way is going to end well.

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brashierc · 5 years

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Doubts

This is heavily unedited, but I needed to post something. So here you go!

You were having an insecure moment. It stemmed from the dream you had last night while you slept alone in his bed for the second night in a row. This dream leading you to have insecure thoughts and doubts about what Connor was feeling.

Connor was CEO of his Production Company and lately, after having produced one of the biggest names in the music industry documentary, business was booming. With interest and projects rapidly flying through his office Connor has become extremely stressed and busy. He can’t even remember the last time he truly had a down moment, with himself or spent with you.

His new assistant Sam has slowly become your best friend. With the amount of times you’re in contact with Sam to figure out Connor’s schedule, and see if you can talk to him between meetings, or the times Sam’s called you for Connor’s holiday schedule.

Everything in Connor’s world seems to be growing and moving a thousand miles a minute, while you’re at a standstill in the corner. You’re in a small selling slump at work. It’s slowly getting closer to holiday time which means every now and then your store has a big sale, but it’s still pretty slow.

You woke up from your nightmare last night still accompanied by cold sheets. It was almost 4 am and Connor still hasn't come home. Sam had called you earlier telling you that Connor should be off at a decent hour and Connor would like for you to be at his place. You weren’t shocked by 11 pm that you were still alone and getting ready for bed.

Your nightmare consisted of Connor’s newest client Madison, the most perfect girl you’d ever seen, and him having some sort of attraction which was causing his late nights. This girl was everything you felt you were. She had the perfect ‘Barbie’ face, skinny body, long legs, long straight hair. When you saw a picture of her and Connor gushing about the music video she wants him to shoot and produce you had a moment of jealousy that you quickly pushed to the dark side of your brain. It seems that’s where you dreams are held, because it’s all you’ve been able to see lately when you shut your eyes for the night.

It seems to be the only dream you can dream when your at Connor’s. Leading you to just stay awake for the rest of the night not wanting to have any visions of Connor with any other girl, dream or not. It broke your heart more and more and slowly made you question everything.

So for a change, and a test in your theories, you headed back to your own apartment after work. Dragging your tired body into the cold home, shivering as you flip the heat and light a candle.

You had done a lot for the night by the time you were ordering pasta and waiting on your delivery. You completed laundry, dishes, cleaned up the bathroom, changed your sheets and reorganized your lotions and perfumes into a cute little display on top of your dresser.

You jumped a bit as your phone started ringing disturbing the nice silence you were in. You picked up the device, shocked to see that it was Connor’s name running across your screen. He hasn’t called you in days, usually making Sam do it for him. You actually haven’t spoken to him at all today, and it was just then that you noticed that you hadn’t. No texts, no voicemails, no stupid memes through Insta.

“Hello?” You answered, weary that he might just be butt dialling you.

“Baby?”

“Um yeah?” Your brows furrowed.

“Where are you?” He asked.

“Home?” You responded, confused at his sudden interest.

“No, you’re not here.”

“I’m at my home.”

“Did Sam not call you this morning?”

“He did.” You nod, remembering Sam’s call about Connor wanting you to be at his tonight.

“So…?”

“Well it wasn’t the first time I’d had that request this week, and frankly I didn’t believe him when he said you’d be off at a decent hour.”

Connor doesn’t respond for a moment, and you bite your lip nervously while you wait.

“Can I come over then? I’m off tonight, and I wanna see you Baby. I missed you.”

“Um sure, if you’d like.”

“I’d love to.” You feel like you can hear his smile. “Have you eaten? Can I bring you dinner?”

“I ordered pasta, it should be here soon.”

“Oh.” He responds, knowing that you hate ordering food because you despise the awkward interaction of answering the door and taking your food from someone else. “Wanna change it to pick up and I’ll get it on my way?”

“No I’m okay.”

Connor stands dumbfounded in his living room. You were at your apartment, he couldn’t remember the last time you’d actually stayed at your place, you practically lived with him. You were ordering yourself food, and not asking him to get it for you.

“Okay well I’ll see you 10?”

“Okay.”

“I love you.”

“Mhm.” You hung up on him.

Connor stared at his phone in awe when his phone beeped at him and the call ended. He knew something was wrong. That he’d done something wrong, or that you were upset about something and that left him feeling a bit anxious. He wasn’t paying attention to what he was packing all he knew was that he was throwing clothes into a bag and was out the door on his way to your place within minutes of your phone call.

He actually ended up beating your delivery driver.

“Hi Baby.” He greeted when you opened the door for him.

“Hi.” You smiled, allowing him to kiss your cheek and hug you loosely.

He watched with curious eyes as you shut the door behind him and tidied up the shoe bin by the door. You were putting a pair of flats away in your closet when someone knocked at your door. Connor answered for you and took your bag of food, paying for it and the tip. He was just shutting the door when you walked back out.

“Oh, here let me get my wall-”

“I got it Baby.” He smiled, walking past you to the kitchen to get you all dished up.

You watched him as he unboxed your meal, transferring the food from the plastic containers to your plates. He set your food down on the table and held the chair out for you with a cute little smile. You simply took a seat and dug into your food as he sat across from you.

“Y/n?” He whispered when you refused to make eye contact with him.

“Hmm?”

“What’s wrong?”

You looked up with big eyes and stared at him. “What?”

“What’s wrong? What happened? Why weren’t you at my place tonight?”

“I wanted to come home.”

“But, I’m sorry if I’m jumping the gun here, but I thought that my place was home?” He asks softly, reaching for your hand.

You let him take it, and stare at his thumb that rubs soothingly back and forth across your knuckles.

“Baby?” He whispers.

What he doesn’t expect is for you to look up with tearful eyes and a deep frown splayed across your mouth.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” He rushes to crouch next to you, holding both of your hands.

“I had a nightmare.” Is all you can sob out.

He reaches out and pulls you from the chair down into his lap so he can hold you tightly.

“When?”

“Everyday this week.”

“Oh Baby.” He coos, rocking you back and forth. “What was it about?”

“You.” You sob into his shoulder, shuddering breaths in and out.

“Me?” He pulls back to make eye contact with you.

“You-you-you-you”

“Breathe Baby.”

“You” You take a deep breath, “You didn’t want me anymore, you wanted-wanted-wanted- Madison.”

All the wind has been knocked from Connor’s lungs. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

“Baby,” He sighs, “Of course I want you. I only want you. I love you.”

You just sob harder. “I was becoming worried that maybe you were bored, that you didn’t want to be with me anymore. That you were staying late at the office because you didn’t want to go home. So I thought maybe I’d just go back to mine so you could finally go back to yours.”

“Y/n L/n.” Connor holds your face so you have to look at him. “I am not bored.” He shakes his head. “I want to be with your forever. I was staying late at the office because I wanted to get done with Madison’s video so I could be done with her business and let one of the new investors take her business.” He explains. “I thought the quicker I could get it done the quicker I could be with you, and you wouldn’t have to worry about her. Even though there’s nothing to worry about. I only will ever have eyes for you.” He smiles, kissing your nose softly. “Baby, if I had it my way there wouldn’t be a ‘your place’ or a ‘my place’ there would only be ‘our place’ because I absolutely hate coming home to an apartment that you’re not in.”

You pout at him, staring at his eyes, trying to read his expression.

“I want you Babygirl.” He whispers. “I’ll only ever want you. I promise you that.”

“Yeah?”

“I have-” He sighs. “I have the weekend set up for us to look at houses. It was supposed to be a surprise but you need to know how committed I am to you. I have the first place booked for 9 tomorrow morning.”

“Connor.”

“And there will always be an ‘us’ because the future for us is coming sooner than you think.” He makes a show of kissing your left ring finger.

“Connor David.” You sit up straight.

“Yes ma’am, this won’t be bare for long.”

“Stop.” You cover his mouth, groaning in disgust when he licks your palm.

“I’m just trying to tell you how I am here for you. And how you don’t ever need to dream about me leaving you for someone else. I’m yours, you’re mine. That’s all we need to be okay. No matter where we are, what we’re doing, where we’re going, as long as we’re together then we’ll be okay. I love you so much.”

“I love you too.” You smile, wiping your tears away.

“I’m sorry I made you doubt that. I’m sorry that I let you go to bed alone. I’m sorry that you felt like you couldn’t stay with me.”

“It’s okay.”

“It’s not, it’s not okay. I’ll work on making that up to you. Now you need to get and hydrate so I can prove to you all night long how sorry I am and how much I love you.”

“Connor.” You gasp when he lifts you up into your chair and pushes your plate closer.

“Eat while I get the tub ready.” He grins, leaving a hot kiss to your neck before walking away.

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shawnpetermuffins · 4 years

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can you write an imagine about connor using “i’m calling you at 2 am because i need you” ? .. whenever you have time haha thank you!!

This is really short but I hope you like it anyway!! Thank you for the request!

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There’s one thing in life that I really hate. And that’s when people call me in the middle of the night for literally no reason. I don’t answer them usually. Usually. But when I see his name light up my screen, I can’t not answer him. He knows I don’t answer. He wouldn’t be calling if it wasn’t important.

“Con. Are you okay?”

“Hey… wait what time is there?” I assume he checks his phone. “Fuck, baby. I’m sorry. It’s two a.m. Go back to sleep. I’m sorry.”

“Hey, no. Stay. What’s wrong, bub?”

“No, I shouldn't have called. I meant to check the time difference. I didn’t think. I’m sorry. Go back to sleep.”

“Connor David. Stop apologizing. What’s wrong? Talk to me.”

He sighs but is silent for a moment, the only thing audible is the soft hum of the bus he’s on and the softs strum of Shawn’s guitar. “It’s nothing, I just… fuck. I know it’s two in the morning and you’re dead tired and that I just woke you up. And really this could have waited until morning for you, it really could have but -”“Bubba, please.” I whisper. “Are you okay?”

“I need you,” he says in the smallest voice he could manage.

“I’m here.”

He lets out a shuddery breath. “I miss you, baby.” I don’t have to see him to know he’s running his fingers through his long hair. It’s grown so much since being on tour - partially because he doesn’t give himself enough of a break to go get it cut, but also because he knows I like it. It was the first thing I mentioned when he came home for a couple weeks. The last thing I touched before he left again for this leg.

“I miss you too, blue eyes.”

We don’t say anything again for a little while, but it doesn’t bother either of us. I know he just needs me on the phone with him and if that’s what he wants, then that’s what I’ll give him.

“You want to tell me about your day yesterday?”

“I don’t want to keep you longer. I know you’re sleepy.”

“Tell me anyway. If I stop responding you’ll know it’s because I fell asleep. Come on. I want to hear all about my baby’s day. You woke up, no doubt made coffee. Then what?”

He chuckles and it makes my heart happy that even though he’s on the other side of the world and isn’t feeling his best, I can still make him smile. “Well I actually didn’t make coffee. We went out for breakfast, so I just had some there. It was a nice place. We sat outside and it was super early, we got there just after the sun had come up.”

“That sounds nice. We should do that one day when you get back. Go on a breakfast date.”

“Yeah,” he whispers. “I’d like that. We can go surfing too.”

“You mean you can go surfing and I can watch.”

“No, I mean we. You’ve got to let me teach you at some point, my love.”

I smile at my given nickname. “Okay, Brash. One day.”

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flor3nces · 4 years

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just a prank! | connor brashier x fem!reader :)

i turned on the small camera as it faced me.

i introduced the video and explained my plan, “okay so i’ve never pranked him before so i’m just going to see how this goes, i just need to make sure i don’t laugh or give it away,” i chuckled.

i hid the camera in a very covered area where he would never notice unless he was searching for it.

i laid on the sofa and shouted him into the living room.

“connor?”

“yeah,” he shouted from the top of the stairs.

“come here.”

i breathed deeply and tried to think of something sad as he walked towards me, i really gotta turn on my acting skills.

“yeah hunny?” he asked as he plopped himself on top of my body.

“connor get up, i want you to take this seriously,” i said without laughing. so far so good.

“what? what’s wrong?” he said now concerned.

“promise you won’t shout at me?”

“what? yeah yeah, i promise,” he said holding up his pinky. precious baby, this is gunna be hard.

i interlocked mine with his then dropped my hand, his following as they stayed connected.

“i-i think we should see other people.”

his face dropped and i could tell i caught him off guard.

“what? baby, what do you mean?”

“it’s just, i don’t know. i don’t feel the same spark that was there from the start.”

his eyes glossed over, “why? i do,” he said making my heart shatter for him. i just wanted to tell him it was a prank and give him the biggest hug ever and tell him how much i love him.

but it’s just a prank, so i can’t.

“i just- i don’t see you in my future,” i cringed at my words here i am telling this man he means nothing to me anymore when he literally means everything to me. he isn’t just a part of my future, he is my future.

i saw a few single tears spill but he was quick to lift his hand and wipe them away.

“what did i do wrong? i’ll change i promise, just tell me what i did,” he said in a panicky tone. he sounded desperate for an answer.

“connor you didn’t do anything, it’s not your fault. i’m just not in love with you anymore.”

that set him off.

silent sobs escaped his lips as his eyes closed, in hope to prevent any more tears falling.

“i don’t get it,” he mumbled through his sobs.

“i’m sorry, i didn’t mean for you to be so upset.”

instead of a reply, all i got was more and more cries coming from him.

i realized that it had gone on to far and decided to tell him. i couldn’t continue breaking him down.

i grabbed his cheeks and looked into his bloodshot, tear filled eyes.

“my love, it’s a prank. i still love you.” i told him, kissing him repeatedly.

“really?” he asked, genuinely quite shocked.

damn. i must be a good ass actress.

“yes connor,” i laughed at his relieved tone.

“wait, so you still love me?” he asked, sounding a little nervous for his answer.

“oh my god, of course i do hun,” you squished his cheeks and kissed his lips once more.

he let out a small sigh.

“where’s the camera?” he asked, laughing softly.

i pointed to the desk where it was hidden.

connor stood up and walked towards it. he picked it up and faced it towards him.

“everyone unsubscribe to y/n-“

i let out a laugh.

“oh my god, shut up connor!”

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connordavidscamera · 4 years

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FUck alright, since Connor wants to be the literal love of my life and destroy any type of productivity I was gonna have today, here’s a little blurb based on that photo.

***

I post the black and white photo to my story with a soft smile. Y/n doesn’t know anything about this. I told her this morning that I wouldn’t be able to talk much because I would be busy with some school stuff. That wasn’t true. I was on a plane, on my way to her. I managed to get my professors to give me my work early, so I worked on it all weekend so that I could do this. I just needed to see her, even if it was for only a couple of days.

The time away from her was hell and I just needed to hold her in my arms again. I missed that beautiful girl so much. Sam was giving me a hard time all week about being completely whipped for her. But it’s not like I could deny it. I was. I was completely whipped for her and I don’t care who knows it.

Just as I step into the elevator, only a minute after posting the photo, my phone buzzes with a notification, a text from my one and only.

Lover 💛

taking a break?

I smile and call her, wanting to hear her voice.

“Well hey there, handsome. How’s the studying going?”

“Good, I’m finished actually.”

“Hence the good day?”

I chuckle and shake my head, “No, that’s because of something else.” the elevator dings and I shuffle out with my duffel bag dragging behind me.

“You going to get lunch? It’s noon there, isn’t it?”

“It is,” I confirm. “But I’m not going to lunch. No. What are you doing right now? Are you home?” I ask, even though I know she is. Her classes ended an hour ago and she always goes straight back home when she’s done.

“Yeah, got in like half an hour ago. I was about to make a late lunch.”

I smile, “Hey, I sent you something earlier. Did you get it?”

“Like a message?”

“No, like in the mail,” I stand on the wall across from her door.

“Oh, I don’t know. I haven’t checked my mailbox today.”

“You should go check, I think you’re really gonna like it. My tracking thing said it was delivered today.”

She hums, “Okay, yeah. I’ll check in a little bit.”

“No, check now. I want to hear your reaction when you see it.”

I know she’s rolling her eyes. “Alright, fine.” I hear the soft rustling on her side of the phone and then the lock of the door.

“Well there’s my beautiful girl,” I say just as she comes into view.

She jumps just a little at the sound of my voice but doesn’t move from her spot. She only stares at me, phone still pressed to her ear. I hang up first and push myself off the wall.

“What’s wrong, lover? You look like you just saw a ghost.” I joke and suddenly she’s in my arms, her legs wrapped around my waist. I stumble just a little to keep my footing, and I hold her tight, bringing her impossibly closer.

“What are you doing here?” She asks and I can hear the crack in her voice.

“I missed you. Needed to see you.”

“But what about class?”

“Did the assignments early,” I mumble into her neck and walk us into her apartment, kicking the door closed as she untangles herself from me. I set her down and take ahold of her face, looking at those beautiful eyes that I can never not get lost in. “God, you’re so pretty.”

She chuckles and shakes her head, “Shouldn’t you be kissing me right about now?”

I hum, “Well since you asked so nicely,” I lean in and press a kiss to her lips. It’s soft at first, but she has other plans and who am I to deny her what she wants.

“Bub?” she pants, pulling away.

“Yeah?”

“I’m glad you’re home.” She says it with such certainty. Because she knows that for me home isn’t a place. Home is in her arms. Home is her.

***

Wow, Connor is making me produce so much CONtent today. He’s right, it really is a good day.

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fallinallincurls · 4 years

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Oooh okay how about Connor introducing you to his friends for the first time and he's really nervous because they could very possibly say something stupid about him and how much he's talked about you lol... also hi, Bre! I love you! 💙

hi tori! i love you too! thank you so much for sending a prompt/idea in & hope you enjoy this little blurb!

“Bub, will you please calm down? How are you more nervous than I am?” You giggle sweetly, turning to look at Connor and squeezing his hand a little as he continues driving. “They’re your friends. I’m sure that I’ll get along with them so there’s no need to be worried.”

Connor just shakes his head in response and you catch the small smile that’s pulling at the corners of his lips. The afternoon sunlight is falling across his face perfectly and you can’t help but admire him for a moment. His blue eyes are sparkling, a look of happiness and your heart swells at the sight of him. You have only been together for about five months, but you swear you’ve never fallen harder for someone. Something about Connor from the start told you he’s the one.

And you are extremely lucky to call him yours.

Before he can say anything, you snap out of your thoughts and lean over the center console to press a warm kiss to his cheek. Blush immediately spreads over his skin at the small action. He rubs his thumb over your knuckles smoothly, making your breath hitch. The simplest moments like this reminded you how in love you are.

“No, it’s not that.” He speaks up, glancing at you before focusing back on the road. “They can just be stupid sometimes and I really have no idea what’s going to come out of any of their mouths while we’re hanging out.”

You knew meeting his friends for the first time was a big deal. These people mean everything to him and although he promises nothing will change if their opinions aren’t good, you’re anxious. He’s never brought many girls around so to be the first in a long time is already nerve wracking plus they all know when he introduces them to a girl, it’s getting serious. But you didn’t expect him to be just as nervous.

“Con, it’ll be fine. Nothing they say will make me rethink us or how I feel about you.”

“I hope so.” Connor chuckles softly, stopping at a red light. “Probably gonna get embarrassed like there’s no tomorrow with all the stories they have of me. But I’m just a little worried that they won’t take it seriously. I’ve never been more serious about anything in my life and I don’t want their silly jokes or stupid comments to overpower the real reason you’re here.” He continues, lifting your intertwined hands so he can press a kiss to yours.

“They’ll know, I promise. It’s not everyday the Connor Brashier has a girl meet his friends.” You joke, making him laugh and grin which sends pure happiness rushing through your veins. “Besides, they’ve been your friends for long enough to know this means something. I love you so much.” You whisper with adoration before leaning in and kissing him deeply. Connor immediately responds and the rest of the world falls away for a few seconds.

Suddenly, a loud honk sounds from behind you and you both pull away in a fit of giggles.

“Stupid LA traffic not letting me love on my girl.” Connor says teasingly with an annoyed roll of his eyes, but pecks your lips one more time before pressing the gas. “I love you too, more than you’ll ever know. And I can’t wait for my very favorite person in the whole world to meet the idiots I call my best friends.” His laugh fills the car and you can’t help but smile at him.

“Nowhere else I’d rather be.”

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messagefromtheveins · 5 years

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California Nights

A/N: Don’t know if I’ll end up regretting this 😬 but you asked for it so here you go: my first (and possibly only) very much mediocre Connor smut!

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Pairing: Connor/Reader

Warning: smut

Running a hand through your hair and fixing your makeup one last time, you tucked the little mirror back into your purse before you stepped up to the door and knocked. It took a couple of seconds before the door opened, revealing a smiling Connor- a view you had missed more than you wanted to admit. Breathing your name, he held an arm open for you and pulled you in as soon as you were close enough, tucking you against his chest and placing a kiss on your cheek.

"Hi, Connor," you smiled, blushing a bit as he gave your waist a gentle squeeze before he pulled back.

"Come in," he murmured and stepped aside, letting you fully enter the hotel room before he closed and locked the door.

Connor and you had been friends since high school. Not super close or even best friends, but friends. Just enough that it wasn't awkward when the two of you had ended up in bed after a party, but also not enough that you feared how it would affect your friendship. Instead you had shrugged it off as a one time thing and moved on. Then you had shrugged it off as a two time thing. Maybe a three time thing. Until you had finally decided to just keep it up, with the most serious pinky promise of all time that you wouldn't catch feelings- it was just sex to relieve stress. Nothing more.

So when he had gone off to travel the world things had been put on a hold. You met up when he was in town or when you were close enough- being the PA of a CEO of a huge company often led to you having to travel to other countries and sometimes you just ended up being in the same city as Connor, or at least close enough that you were able to meet for the night.

"I'm surprised you're not at home," you noticed while placing your purse aside and taking off your light jacket and shoes, hearing him chuckle behind you.

"Everyone keeps saying that," he told you and handed you a bottle of water that you took with a grateful smile. "With traffic and everything the arena is like a two hour long drive from home. That's just too much after a long day," he explained with a shrug and sat down on the edge of the huge bed, "but I'm going home to visit my parents tomorrow."

Placing the bottle down on the table, you stepped over to him and gave him a soft smile as he tilted his head to look up to you. "So you've been working all day long?" you cooed, his hands lightly placing on the outside of your thighs as you stepped up between his legs. His eyelids briefly fluttered as you combed your hands through his damp hair, a strong scent of hotel shampoo lingering on his skin. Humming and nodding his head, he grinned as you gently scratched your nails over his scalp. "Why don't you get comfortable and let me help you relax?" you suggested.

A feeling of excitement rushed through his body as he shifted back on the bed, quickly arranging the pillows against the headboard so he was able to lean back, his legs stretched out and eyes closely watching you. The way you crawled over him and looked at him with those eyes was enough to have him fully hard and throbbing, your hands slowly sneaking beneath his T-shirt. His muscles tensed under your palms as you traced them up his stomach, his torso lifting off the pillows and arms raising so you could pull the piece of clothing off.

He completely relaxed beneath you as you leaned in to place kisses over his neck, his hands automatically finding your waist while his eyes fell shut. Your weight settled down on his lap as you straddled him, your hands caressing his torso while your lips found sensitive spots on his neck he hadn't even known existed until he had met you. Fingers slipping beneath your T-shirt, he slowly pushed it up and forced his eyes open as your lips left his neck.

His hands gripped your waist as you grasped the hem of your T-shirt and pulled it over your head, his eyes eagerly trailing over your body. You were wearing that bra again. You knew exactly how much it drove him insane- and you had to hold back a laugh as you noticed how his jaw clenched. Grinning, you leaned down and found his lips in a soft kiss that he didn't hesitate to deepen. He was just about to move his hands down to your hips, wanting to tug you up so you could grind on him and finally give him some kind of friction, when you beat him to it by bringing your hands down.

Nimble fingers undid his belt, followed by the button of his jeans before the sound of the zipper pulling down reached his ears. His teeth tugged on your bottom lip and his hands roamed your back, a low groan falling from his throat as you palmed him over his clothes before you reached beneath his boxers.

Breaking away from your lips with a deep groan, he shakily breathed your name, the feeling of your hand around his fully hard length making his head spin for a moment. Swallowing heavily, he reached down to push his jeans and boxers down just below his balls, the sight of your hand around him something he had seen so often and yet it left him breathless every single time. Before he fully got to enjoy the feeling though you climbed off him, his hand replacing yours and giving himself some slow and lazy pumps while you stood at the end of the bed.

You pulled his jeans and boxers off his legs, leaving both on the floor without another thought, about to crawl on the bed again when he shook his head. "Jeans, baby," he murmured and made a little motion with his free hand. He watched with eager eyes as you took your jeans off, his cock twitching in his palm as he took in the way the set of lingerie hugged your body so perfectly.

Licking over his bottom lip, he didn't take his eyes off you as you climbed on the bed again, your soft lips touching his chest in chaste kisses before you started to trail them further down. He didn't let go of his cock until you mouthed along his happy trail and your own hand wrapped around him, a low chuckle falling from his lips as you pushed him away.

He took a deep breath and placed an arm behind his head, his legs spreading a bit further as you settled down between them. The way you looked up to him while licking a broad stripe up along the underside of his cock made him whimper quietly, his hand cupping the side of your head as your tongue reached his tip. Quietly cursing under his breath, he saw the little smile that tugged at the corner of your lips before you took his tip into your mouth, his eyes fluttering shut for a few seconds. A deep moan rumbled in his chest, his hand sliding to rest around the back of your head as you took more of him.

"So good to me," he mumbled so quietly that you barely heard it, your eyes briefly finding his that watched you intently. You quickly fell into a pattern of bobbing your head and pumping the bit that you couldn't fit, cheeks hollowing out and tongue teasing the head over and over. He moved his other hand down too, fingers tangling into your hair and lightly guiding you.

He was so tempted to just let you make him come like that, the feeling of your mouth around him too distracting, but he spoke up before his brain even registered it. "Hold on," he murmured, almost smiling as you immediately pulled back and looked at him with worried eyes.

"What's wrong?" you asked, his head shaking.

"Nothing," he whispered and grabbed your wrists to tug you up, "just want to try something."

Raising an intrigued eyebrow, you stayed silent as he fiddled with the straps of your bra before he moved his hands to your back. A simple look from you was enough for him to quickly open the clasp, a grin spreading over your like as you tossed your bra aside. "What's the plan?" you wanted to know as he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of your panties and pulled them down with your help.

"Turn around," he told you, his voice surprisingly soft, "and sit on my face."

Your cheeks immediately flushed and your heart started beating faster in excitement, the two of you slightly clumsy for a second as he slid down the bed until he was flat on his back before you crawled over him. You experienced a moment of insecurity and feeling too exposed, but it was forgotten when he placed his hands on your hips and gently tugged you down, his tongue finding your clit.

Shakily moaning his name, you tossed your head back and simply reveled in the feeling of his mouth working on your core in the best ways before you leaned forward. Your chest pressed against his stomach and your hand found the base of his cock again, your mouth returning just a second later. The way he moaned against your core made you moan around him, his thighs tensing in response.

It almost turned into a game. If he quickened his pace, you did the same. If he slowed down, you did the same. If he moaned, you moaned- and vice versa. Until he was too close and you weren't. When you slowed down again, he didn't. Instead he sped up even more and tugged on your hips to push you more against his tongue.

He wanted to tell you to slow down, to give him a minute to catch up, but his high approached much faster than he had expected. His toes curled and he hummed against your clit in warning, to which you only took him deeper into you mouth. Both of your hands braced on his hips to keep him down- you knew him too well by now.

He broke away from you with a surprisingly quiet moan as he reached his high, his length twitching against your tongue as he released, shooting hot spurts down your throat and making you struggle to swallow all of it for a moment. His hips squirmed below you, trying to buck up into your mouth and a whine falling from his lips as you kept him down against the mattress.

Pulling off with a wet sound, you realized that you hadn't gotten everything and licked off the trail of cum that slowly trickled down his dick, a low whimper falling from his lips. "Fuck," he sighed and exhaled deeply, his hands giving your thighs a gentle squeeze.

Taking a quick- really quick- moment to catch his breath, he pulled your hips back down and buried his face between your thighs again, your cry of surprise making him chuckle. "God, shut up," you groaned and rested your forehead against his thigh. He guided you to slowly rock your hips back and forth until you started to ride his face, your movements unsure at first, but then you grew more confident. Pushing yourself up, you braced your hands on his chest and bit your lip, but the sounds of absolute pleasure left your mouth anyway.

He every now and then released a soft moan against your core that had you trembling every time, your moans and whimpers getting higher and more frequent until you finally came undone. He tightly held your hips to stop you from moving away, his tongue working you through it while you squirmed on top of him and lightly dug your nails into his chest.

"Stop," your breathless whimper eventually reached him, your clit too sensitive. He pulled back after leaving one last kiss on your core, your thighs trembling as you pushed yourself up and simply flopped down on your belly beside him, upside down on the bed with your feet touching the headboard. He chuckled and brushed the back of his hand over his wet chin before he reached out to you.

His hand placed on the back of your thigh, massaging the tired muscles and slowly moving higher up until his palm rested on your butt. He switched between caressing the cheeks to playfully grabbing one before he went back to caressing while you panted against the sheets, eyes closed and cheek squished against the bed. "You're amazing, did I ever tell you that?" he suddenly spoke up, interrupting the comfortable silence that had settled in the room.

You quietly laughed into the sheets. "Maybe once or twice," you responded and squealed in surprise as he gave your bum a playful pinch- both of you knowing exactly that he told you that all the time. "I guess you're kinda okay, too," you added and squirmed with a quiet sound as he gave your right cheek a little smack. You held your breath, hoping that he would do it again, but he didn't. Instead he went back to caressing your skin, a feeling of disappointment filling your chest.

But it didn't take long until he made up for it. His caresses slowly moved lower until his fingers lightly brushed your folds every now and then, a grin spreading over his lips as he noticed how you immediately tilted your hips towards him and spread your legs a little more. Biting his lip, he simply brushed a finger back and forth over your skin for a moment before he slowly, so slowly that you whined in protest, pushed a finger into you.

Your fingers curled into the sheets and you lightly rocked your hips down, frowning as he pulled his finger back out just to add another one. You sighed, though it turned into another whine as he only pushed in to the second knuckle before he pulled them back again. "Con," you mumbled in a begging tone and shifted your hips in an attempt to take more, but he only pulled his fingers back again.

"What do you need?" he whispered, fingertips lightly caressing your walls and just barely missing that one spot that would make you scream his name.

"More," you whimpered, your head turning to catch his gaze. He was comfortably settled back against the pillows, a hand lazily wrapped around his length that was starting to get hard again, a smirk resting on his satisfied and yet hungry features. "I need you," you added in the kind of begging voice that always had him weak for you.

Inhaling deeply, he moved his hand over his cock a bit faster while he still slowly pumped his fingers in and out of you until he was fully hard again. Hands leaving both your and his body, he pushed a hand under the pillows and pulled a little square out from beneath. It had become a bit of a habit to place at least one condom under the pillows when he knew that you were coming over so you didn't have to deal with the awkward searching for one in his messy suitcase.

You turned your head back to the front while he quickly rolled it on, hearing him shift around and feeling the bed dip under his movements before he appeared above you, knees bracketing yours and hands bracing on either side of you. His body slowly, almost carefully, lowered down on yours, his weight a weirdly comforting feeling. Lips placing soft kisses over your shoulders and the back of your neck, he shifted before the head of his cock pushed against your folds.

Your head dropped forward, forehead resting against the mattress as he slowly pushed into you, his length stretching you out in ways you had missed- not that you would ever admit it. He gasped against your shoulder and curled his fingers into the sheets, throbbing deep inside of you as he gave you a moment to adjust. "You feel so good," he whispered against your skin and placed a soft kiss on your shoulder blade, your hips slightly wriggling- which was his sign.

He started to slowly roll his hips, his head tucking into the side of your neck as he took in how amazing you felt around him, warm and slick walls hugging every inch of him so perfectly- almost like he was the puzzle piece your body was missing. He quickly pushed the thought away again, knowing that it was leading him to dangerous territories that he wasn't ready to think about yet.

Pushing himself up on his hands, he released a soft groan and picked up the pace, his skin lightly slapping against yours every time he thrust into you. "Fuck, Connor," you whimpered and writhed against the sheets in a way that made his abdomen tense, heat filling his lower stomach.

Seeing you like this below him- so pretty and willing, all for him to take- made something inside of him snap. Back when you had started all of this you had agreed on no hickeys, especially once you had started your jobs and he was surrounded by a noisy crew all day long while you were in important meetings with clients all the time. But in that moment he couldn't stop himself.

Pressing his weight down on your body, he nuzzled his face into the side of your neck again and attached his lips to your skin, making sure to keep the pace of his thrusts up. He was surprised when you didn't stop him, but instead released a soft cry of pleasure and tilted your hips for a better angle that allowed him to slide even deeper into you.

His deep grunt was muffled against your skin, his lips not leaving your neck until he was sure that he had left a decent mark behind that would stay for a couple of days. You wanted to beg for more, but the thought was gone as quick as it had come as he pulled out of you and sat up on his knees behind you. Your disagreeing whine turned into a moan as he swiftly tugged your hips up, your chest staying pressed against the bed, before he was back inside of you.

It only took four or five thrusts before he managed to hit your g-spot, your spine immediately arching and arms stretching up to grab the edge of the bed with your hands while you released a drawn out moan. The position allowed you to rock your hips back against him and meet his thrusts, but he held you in place. "Let me-" he never finished his sentence that ended in a soft gasp as your walls clenched around him.

One of his hands reached around you, two fingers finding your clit and tracing quick patterns over the bundle of nerves. Your head turned to look at him, blown wide eyes meeting blown wide eyes, lust evident in both pairs. You didn't need to say it, he knew that you were close- and he did everything he possibly could to make you come first.

He put all of his effort into his thrusts, aiming for that spot while he moved his fingers in all the right ways over your clit. Your thighs started to tremble and you weren't sure if you would be able to hold yourself up, walls tensing around him and pulling a grunt from him. Turning your head back to the front, you pushed your face into the sheets right as you came, muffling your moans and cries of pleasure.

The way your walls wildly clenched around him threw him over the edge, the motions of his fingers on your clit faltering as he came with a deep moan of your name. He got light headed for a moment, white spots dancing in front of his eyes and his teeth harshly digging into his lip. With a final whimper he came to a stop, his body falling forward and pushing you into the mattress.

Both of you were gasping for breath, a low sound escaping your lips as he carefully pulled out of you before his full weight was back on top of you. It was only when you had caught your breath and regained any kind of feeling in your legs that you realized how comfortable you felt with him on top of you like this- too comfortable.

"Shit, Brash. Get off," you groaned, secretly feeling a bit disappointed as he rolled off you and laid on his back next to you instead.

You didn't manage to open your eyes as he shifted and nuzzled his nose against your shoulder. "Hey, look at me," he murmured, your head slowly turning before you forced your heavy eyelids to open. He gave you a soft smile that you returned a bit weakly. "I missed you, babe," he whispered and placed a soft peck on your lips before he climbed off the bed.

You watched him as he stepped over to the bathroom, tugging the condom off on the way and unknowingly making you blush. You waited until he closed the door before you rolled to lay on your back with a heavy sigh, your hands running through your hair. "What the hell are you doing to me, Connor?" you whispered to yourself and buried your face into your hands.

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mywrittingwonderland · 5 years

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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."

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shhawnboi · 5 years

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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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Four Years

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

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

"Can we go to the park?"

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

"Okay."

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

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

I wish Connor could've been here for this.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Miss what?"

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

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

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

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

"Omph!"

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

"Oh my gosh, are you o-"

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

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

"Connor."

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

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

"With..?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Is she.."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What'd she says about him?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The End

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

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queenmendes · 5 years

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things are changing | pt. 2

A/N: Alrighty, part 2 is up! This is completely different from what I was orginally going to do and I still don't know what I think about it but here it is!! Thank you to all the anon that sent me cute beach ideas! Also, thank you @peoplesayimemo for helping me and teaching me about surfing and with this entire chapter lol! Please let me know what y’all think will happen next! xxx

Part 1

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Despite how happy you were that Shawn came with you all to breakfast, it did not last long. About 10 minutes after sitting down, his phone started to ring. He dismissed it, keeping the conversation going; it was hard to though because about five seconds later, it rang again.

“Shawn, if you need to get that…” You started saying. His curls shook as he answered.

“No, no.” Shawn said, holding his phone. “See, it’s fine.” The phone finally stopped ringing for more than 5 seconds. Shawn wrapped his arm around the back of your chair once he leaned back, his fingertips lightly brushing up against your arm; goosebumps dancing across your skin. You felt his stares on you as you looked down at the menu. What you didn’t notice were the bright, blue eyes staring at the two of you.

“Hey, tonight there is a big festival in-“ You started saying to Shawn, but his phone interrupted. Again. Even though you didn’t see the name, you knew who it was deep down. Shawn sent you an apologetic look.

“Just give me one minute.” Shawn said before standing up and making his way towards the bathroom. You smile at Connor and Brian, not letting it show how much it bothered you. Connor gave you a big smile back, instantly easing you.

“What were you saying?” Brian asked as drinks were placed in front of you. You thank the waitress as she places the hot beverage in front of you, taking a small sip from it.

“There is a carnival thing on the boardwalk tonight. Thought maybe we could go?” You asked the two guys in front of you. Connor immediately agreed.

“Sounds like fun.” Connor commented, smiling. You perked up. Before anyone else could say anything, Shawn came back over to the tables. You smiled, expecting him to sit back down.

“I am so sorry.” Shawn started saying and you already knew what was happening. “I have to go, Ca-“

“Camilla.” You said with him, already knowing the drill. “See you at the beach.” Shawn smiled sadly, before leaning down to hug you.

“I swear, we will hang out at the beach.” Shawn whispered in your ear; his expression falling when you didn’t answer or look at him. Shawn sighed before kissing your forehead lightly and walking out, waving at everyone else.

Shawn stopped walking outside as once he caught sight of you through the window. His whole body heating up when he saw Connor move into the spot he previously occupied; his eyes following at the LA natives hand that gently touched yours. His heart stopped when he saw a smile forming on your lips again. Sadly, he wasn’t the cause of it.

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A few hours later, everyone was down at the beach, relaxing and having fun. Trying to make the best of the day, you didn’t let it bother you that Shawn has yet to try and hang out with you. He was busy with her and her family.

Alessia, Liv and you were laying out on the sand, talking and goofing around. Since the beginning of tour, you immediately clicked with the two and were thankful for it. It was nice to have some girl time. Alessia was taking a few pictures while you were lying on your stomach. Connor, of course has his camera also, and you were the center of his work today; not that you noticed yet. He lowered his camera and came to sit down by you.

“Hey guys.” He said, planting himself down on the many towels you had set out. You smiled and grabbed the camera from him. Positioning it to face up at him, you snapped a photo. He was smirking lightly but kept his eyes on the water a few yards away. The picture made you speechless. He was gorgeous as hell and didn’t even realize it. “Having fun?” Connor asked, turning his bright eyes to you.

“I am.” You answered honestly. Once you got over not spending time with your childhood friend and began focusing on others, you really did start having fun. He smiled but before he could say anything, a flash of white jumped on you. His concern settling at the sound of you laugh.

“Hi. Who are you?” Your voice went high as you pet the white, lab puppy that was sitting in your lap now. “Where’s your family baby?” You continued to ask the puppy questions as if it would answer you. Connor watched with a smile as you scratch behind the lab’s ears. He couldn’t help himself and snapped a picture as you laid back down, the puppy following your move. Alessia and Liv began cooing at the puppy along with you. The little pup loving all the attention.

“Oh my god, I am so sorry about him.” A younger girl, about 13, rushed over to you. You saw that she had a leash in her hands and assumed this little guy took off. You all brushed off her worry.

“Oh, don’t worry. He is adorable.” You said, placing the puppy back into her hands. You pout once the dog is out of view. “I miss him already.” You longingly stare. Connor rolled his eyes at your dramatics.

“Come on.” Connor said, standing up and offering a hand. You look at him questioningly but still let him pull you up. “It is time to teach you how to surf.” Connor clarified, leading you down to the little shack on the beach, where you could rent boards. Immediately after his explanation, you dig your heels into the ground to prevent you from moving.

“Oh no. I don’t think-“ Connor pulled at your arm. The two of you began bickering back and forth; him trying to convince you and you refusing. “Connor, I am like the most uncoordinated person ever, and that’s on land! I can’t stand up on a board, that on a fucking moving wave. And you aren’t even listening to me.” You ranted, seeing him look around the beach, purposely ignoring you.

“Okay.” Connor said, and for a second you thought he was going to listen, but you should’ve known. He randomly throws you over his shoulder and marches over to the shack, ignoring all your protests and threats. He begins speaking to the worker, both completely ignoring you like it was a normal thing to have a girl hang over someone’s shoulder against her will. “Stop pouting and listen so you don’t drown on me. I kinda like having you around.” Connor smiled cheekily at you once he set you on your feet. A worker brought over two boards, laying them down in the sand.

“You are lucky that you are cute.” You said, not even thinking about what came out of your mouth before plopping down on the sand by the boards, waiting for instructions. Connor blushed at your words.

“Umm, okay.” Connor composed himself, but his smile got even bigger than before. Connor begins explaining the basics for surfing. Showing you to push up from under your ribs, where to put your feet as you stand up to help you balance. As hard as you tried to listen and focus, you couldn’t. All your focus was on how his arms flexed as he demonstrated how to push up, or his back muscles when he showed you to use your arms to swim out. His perfectly tan, lean body.

“so, what do you think?” Connor asked, and you realized he was done and standing. His eyebrows raised. You nodded. “You have no idea what I just said, do you?” Not even trying to make an excuse, you shook your head.

“Okay, I swear. One more time and I’ll go through it with you.” Connor agreed and you decided it was worst than the first lecture. His hands were your only focus as they gently brushed up on your legs as he adjusted your position. His chest to your back as you practiced standing on the board.

“Good.” He whispered at your stance but all you could focus on was his chest on your back and his breath lightly fanning against your neck. Connor noticed you suck in breath at his close proximity and smirked. I do have an effect on her, he thought.

“Let’s go.” You said and followed his lead as he grabs his own board. Everything was going great. You paddled out correctly and only got about half a galloon of water in your mouth. Now, you sat on the board waiting for a baby wave to come for you to try out. Connor was being a showoff, however. He pulled himself up perfectly and rode it out. His smile caused a big one from you.

“Now, you are just showing off.” You said as he paddled back over to you.

“Maybe I’m trying to impress a pretty girl.” He smiled at the blush that appeared on your cheeks. You lightly pushed his chest, not taking his compliment. He could have so many other girls. Hell, there were dozens on this beach that have been staring at him. Before you could float away from him, he gently grabbed your hand and pulled you closer. The two boards touching as were your legs but he kept a tight grip on your hand so the waves wouldn’t drift you away. “You don’t believe me?” He asked.

“I believe you. I just,” You began, slightly stuttering. “I just… didn’t really believe that someone, someone like you could go for a girl like me.” You shrugged your insecurities aside, but Connor didn’t.

“A girl like you?” Connor repeated. “You mean an amazing girl, who literally lights up a room when she walks in it? You mean a girl who is so loyal and fierce? You mean a girl who literally stays up with someone all night, so they don’t have to work alone? You mean a girl who has the most caring, thoughtful soul I have ever met and is beautiful inside and out?” Connor listed. You were a little shocked. The two of you flirt constantly, but you assumed it was just for fun.

“I… I didn’t know.” You didn’t know what to say to him. You didn’t realize he thought any about you like that. But the thought of him thinking about you made your heartbeat a million miles an hour.

“You have no idea how much more I could say about you. I wish you saw yourself the way I do. The most beautiful girl I have ever met.” He whispered. He began leaning, his eyes flickering from yours down to your lips. His lips were about to touch yours when a big force knocks both of you over. Connor’s laugh is the first thing you hear once you surfaced. He was holding onto both of the surface boards but laughing his head off.

“Shut up.” You roll your eyes as you grab your board. You tried not to smile but his laugh was contagious. The way his eyes got even brighter than ever. The small, barely notice wrinkles around his eyes. You couldn’t help yourself.

“What-“ Connor was about to ask when you got closer to him. Your lips pressed against his; one of your arms went around his neck as the other hung onto the board. He immediately responded. His lips moving gently against yours. It was a simple and sweet. Connor’s lips left yours and pressed his forehead on yours. He watched as your eyes remained close and it would’ve sent him into a panic, but he saw the smile present on your lips.

“That was-“ You started, breathless. Connor smiled at you. Neither of you wanting to leave the little bubble you created. Both oblivious to the world around you and all the eyes staring. Especially the set of brown, hazel eyes that belonged to a certain rockstar. Whose heart was in his stomach as he watched the girl he is in love with kiss another guy.

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kritomiesterbanta · 5 years

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Cruel Summer [Part 3]

ABOUT: Y/N is still dealing with Shawn having to fake date Camila, but luckily has Connor to keep her company

WORD COUNT: 3,291

NOTES: Thank you all so much for all the sweet comments and encouragement! Also, if you are here for the “CONtent” then you will love this chapter! haha! I love and appreciate all the love and comments so please keep it up!

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You had seen sadness in Shawn’s eyes when he had watched you climb into a different ride than him to the beach. The two of you likely would have been able to sneak in some hand holding during the ride there, but you also knew that you would still need to be careful, and it hadn’t felt worth the risk. If someone drove by that recognized Shawn and Camila things would likely need to be played up, and that just wasn’t something you were in the mood to deal with just yet. You were already more than aware of what was going to happen and go down at the beach, and after the display at lunch you could only take so much.

With Shawn’s SUV pulling up first you were able to see the crowds already beginning to gather as phones began to be pulled out. You supposed there wasn’t much of a way to hide at the beach given the fact that you weren’t ever wearing many clothes, but the point of today’s outing was for them to be seen, so you supposed it was working out in Shawn’s favor. It was still a little crazy to watch though. You were more than aware of your boyfriend’s celebrity status, but to you he was just Shawn, and it was crazy the way people swarmed around him, getting in his face for nothing more than a picture or a selfie.

Shawn was amazing about it though. The large crowds freaked you out, but he knew just how to manage them all, and it was clear that he loved his fans. He and Camila were clearly doing their thing as they took some pictures but finally managed to escape as they followed you, and the rest of your group out to the beach so you could all set up.

“You coming out with us Y/N?” Shawn asked after all the towels, beach chairs, umbrellas, and coolers had all been set up and laid out for the group to enjoy.

“Nah, I think I’m going to lay out and catch a little sun for awhile,” you explained as you moved to take a seat on one of the towels.

“You sure?” he asked, his face breaking character for a moment as his eyebrows furrowed in concern. You knew that he was feeling something after the two of you hadn’t ridden together, and now here you were declining to go out in the water, but you knew the stage was being set for him and Camila and you truly weren’t looking for a front row seat.

“Yeah, I’ll be out later. Just want to relax for a bit,” you assured him as you nodded out towards the water. “Go have fun,” you added, doing your best to show him that you were okay, even if on the inside your heart hurt just thinking about the show that was about to be put on.

“Okay, I’ll see you in a bit then,” he finally gave in as he too offered a small smile before reaching for Camila’s hand so he could lead her out to the water, more than assuring you that you had made the correct choice in choosing not to join. Actually, given the way that had already made you feel, you weren’t so sure that you would even want to head out into the water at all.

Making yourself comfy for likely the duration of the day you decide to take off your shorts and tank top before finally reaching into the small beach bag that you had packed and pulled out a pair of sunglasses. You had no plans to move anytime soon, especially as you caught some images of Shawn playing with Camila in the water, which had you deciding to lay back and enjoy the feel of the sun’s warm rays on your mostly bare skin.

Knowing what was happening out in that water was making it a bit hard to let go and relax, which is actually why you were up for the distraction as a figure caused a shadow to fall across your body. “You’re blocking my sun Brashier,” you joked as you opened your eyes to spot the very familiar face of one of your most favorite people these days.

“Oops, my bad,” he softly chuckled, clearly not feeling much remorse for what he had done, but thankfully he moved anyway as he took a seat on the towel next to you. “You put on some sunscreen right?” he asked, and while it could be taken as a bit of a joke, you knew he actually cared, which was weirdly adorable. Connor had grown rather protective over you these past few weeks and it certainly hadn’t gone unnoticed or unappreciated.

“Actually no, but I probably should. Why? You hoping to get a chance to rub it all over me?” you playfully asked, not actually sure where a comment like that had come from. If anyone were to have been listening in it might have sounded flirty, but you obviously weren’t flirting with Connor. If anything he was just becoming one of your best and closest friends.

“No, but I wouldn’t be opposed,” he joked on back as a soft giggle left your lips.

“Oh yeah, I’m sure Sha..Someone” you quickly corrected. “would love that” you sarcastically added with a soft shake of the head as you too sat up so you could reach into your bag for the sunscreen.

“Yeah, probably not. I wouldn’t want someone else’s hands all over my girlfriend,” he agreed, and while maybe he hadn’t been thinking about Shawn and Camila, in that moment that was directly where your mind had gone as you looked out towards the water to see Shawn with his arms clearly wrapped around Camila, with her own arms around him, and based on their stance her legs clearly wrapped around his waist. “Oh shit, I’m sorry Y/N. I shouldn’t have said that,” he quickly apologized after his eyes had followed yours. “I wasn’t thinking.”

“Don’t worry about it. It’s not your fault,” you cut him off, not wanting to talk or even think about Shawn at the moment. As much as you loved Shawn, and normally loved talking about him you just couldn’t do it right now. You needed to separate yourself from him and everything going on as much as possible.

“So,” you began as you poured some of the sunscreen into your hands so you could start rubbing it into your arms and your legs. “You not taking any video or pictures today?” you asked, not noticing his usual camera in his hands.

“Nah, I’m sure there will be enough footage of today,” he softly chuckled as he glanced around, and as your own gaze followed you could see not only some paparazzi, but all the people on the beach with their own cell phones out capturing the moment that you personally couldn’t wait to forget.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right,” you sigh as you continue to rub in the lotion, making sure to cover all of your uncovered skin. “Any chance I could get you to rub some on my back?” you ask, apparently catching him completely off guard, his cheeks turning an amusing shade of red.

“What? You sure it’s not weird?” he somewhat sputtered, his innocence and reaction making you laugh once more.

“No, not unless we make it weird. We’re old friends remember? It’s fine,” you playfully add and shrug, since you personally don’t see any problem with it. “You’d just be doing me a favor. Plus, it’s not like we’re doing any of that” you further offer as you once again nod out to where your boyfriend is with his arms wrapped around another woman.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right,” he finally gives in and agrees as he reaches for the bottle. You can tell he still feels weird about it, and you are about to tell him not to worry about it, but there seems to be no hesitation as he moves behind you and squirts some of the sunscreen into his hands before he moves to rub it in.

You start to wonder if maybe this wasn’t a good idea, since you hadn’t ever realized how personal this could feel or be, especially since his hands pretty much have free access to all of your back except for the small portion covered by your bikini. However, you have to admit it sort of feels good too as you close your eyes and take in the feeling as his hands move over your shoulders and down the back of your arms.

“Okay, I think I got it all,” he declares, bringing you out of your trance as you open your eyes and turn your head around to smile at him.

“Thanks Con, like I said earlier. You’re always there and always saving me,” you teased, trying to ease some of this weird tension you are feeling, even if you aren’t sure why.

“No problem Y/N,” he smiles back as he moves to take his spot once again on the towel next to you. From there the two of you fall into a comfortable silence as you both lay back and enjoy the beautiful day and the warm sunshine on your skin.

You are only brought back into reality when you hear the sound of a click, causing your eyes to spring open as you glance in the direction of where the sound came. “Connor Brashier!” you exclaim as you spot him with his camera, and an adorable sheepish grin. “I thought you said you weren’t going to be doing any picture taking or filming today,” you playfully accuse as your eyes narrow, even if he can’t see it behind your sunglasses covered eyes.

“I said I wasn’t planning on it, not that I didn’t bring my camera” he chuckled with a bit of a casual shrug. “Plus, you looked like a model laying there and I couldn’t pass up the picture,” he further explained as you rolled your eyes.

“You’re ridiculous, you know that?” you ask, even if your statement is followed with yet another soft giggle. “You’re lucky I love you, but actually I think we should get a picture. I think eventually I’ll someday want to remember this beach day..maybe,” you muse as you sit up and reach into your bag for your cell phone.

“You and your selfies,” he teases, and this time it’s his turn to laugh as you move to bring your faces next to each other so you can snap the picture. However, as soon as you snap it, you are surprised as you feel him reach for your sunglasses as he pulls them off your face and holds onto them. “Now one without. You need to show off your eyes. They are your best feature,” he declares, and while you give him a playful glare, you give in as you move to snap one more picture.

“Alright, sunglasses please?” you ask as you hold out your hand after posting the second picture onto your instagram.

“No, I don’t think so,” he decides as he holds them away from you as your eyes go wide in playful surprise. “I think if you want them you need to come and get them,” he further declares as he moves to stand up.

“And why do I need to do that?” you ask, not very convinced that you even want to get up from your comfortable spot in the sand and your towel.

“Because, you can’t lay out and miss out on going into the water. That’s lame,” he declared as if it were so obvious.

“I don’t know about that, I’m rather comfortable right where I am,” you smirk. Actually, you wouldn’t totally mind getting out there, but there is definitely a little something holding you back, and you have to imagine that Connor knows exactly what that is.

“Well, then it looks like I’m just going to have to make you go out there,” he casually states as he takes a few steps towards you.

“Connor..” you trail, your eyes narrowing, this time him being able to see it clearly due to the fact that your glasses are still in his hand, or at least they were until you watch as he lightly tosses them onto his towel. You weren’t sure if it was his plan or not to distract you, but it had definitely worked as your attention went to your sunglasses as he quickly closes off the rest of the distance between the two of you.

“Connor!” you loudly shriek as he easily reaches for you and lifts you up and over his shoulder almost as if you weigh nothing, even if you are wiggling and putting up somewhat of a fight.

“I warned you..” he countered as he began to make his way towards the water, as you continue to call out his name in playful warning, even if there are also loud giggles accompanying your pleas as well.

It doesn’t take long till you are both out in the water, and thankfully he sets you down softly instead of just throwing you in like he very easily could have done. However, that certainly doesn’t mean you are going to just let all of this go. “You’re dead Brashier,” you confidently declare as your eyes once again narrow as you move to splash some water at him, as he does his best to dodge it.

Soon, the two of you are in a full blown water fight as you chase each other, each of you trying to get the other more wet or dunk the other under the ocean water.

“Okay, okay,” you surrender as you hold up your hands, your stomach hurting from laughing so hard. “You win, you win,” you fully give in, him nodding and laughing as well. It is only then with you having a bit of a break that you catch the eyes of your boyfriend just a short distance away, an unreadable look in his eye.

Normally you are always able to tell what is going through his mind, but right now you can’t fully make it out as your eyes fully meet. In this moment you really don’t know what to think as the two of you seem to now be sending the other a questioning look.

“What?’ you mouth as you tilt your head to the side, but instead he just shakes his head and turns back to Camila, and even from here you can see that his smile is half assed.

“What was that about?” Connor asks, you forgetting for a moment that he was close by, and had likely watched the whole exchange.

“I’m not sure,” you admit as you run your hands through your completely wet hair, pushing it all back and out of your face.

“Well are you at least glad you got up and out into the water?” he asked, changing the subject, doing what Connor does best as he distracts you from all of your worries.

“As much as I hate to admit it, yes,” you loudly and dramatically sigh before you both let out another soft laugh.

The two of you spend the next twenty or so minutes wading in the water, playing in the waves, and chatting about random things. As much as you don’t really want to do it, you know that the two of you should probably head over to Shawn and the rest of your group, especially since everyone seems to be congregating over there.

“Are you sure?” Connor asks, reminding you all over again just how thankful you are for his friendship.

“Yeah, gotta face the music sometime,” you shrug, knowing that you’d have to deal with it, and you might as well do it now, even if it will likely bring down the fun mood you’ve surprisingly been in for the majority of your beach day.

“Hey everyone,” you smile as you and Connor come over, making sure to make eye contact with Shawn in particular. Unfortunately that same unreadable look can be seen in his eyes.

“You having fun?” Shawn softly asks once everyone else seems to be caught up in their own conversations, and as you try and ignore the fact that his arm is still wrapped around Camila while she chats with a few others.

“Yeah, it’s actually been a surprisingly fun day,” you admit, a sincere smile on your face as you reminisce not only about your beach day, but having walked back to the hotel with Connor, and also having “helped” him edit some concert footage.

“I could tell,” he grumbles, sounding anything but happy with your confession, catching you somewhat off guard.

“Why are you saying it like that?” you ask, confusion clearly showing through.

“I’m sorry, it’s just been a long day,” he sighs as he does his best to hide the fact that he is clearly going through something, and not his normal self.

“It’s okay, I get it,” you assure him, even if you kind of sort of don’t. He’s never been like that with you, and you honestly don’t get why he would be now, but at least you can understand today being a long and weird day.

“I think we just need to talk tonight after we get back. Maybe cancel dinner with everyone else and just order in some room service,” he suggests as you shrug your shoulders, actually liking the idea of some alone time, but also feeling weird about the idea of the two of you needing to have some kind of “talk”.

“Yeah, that’s fine. Whatever you want ba..Shawn,” you once again find yourself correcting, and while it’s only you, and the rest of your group out there, and you know no one would bat an eye to you calling him your usual ‘babe’ pet name, there is just something about him having his arm around Camila that holds you back.

You can tell he notices as he breaks character for a moment and his brows furrow, but soon you are both distracted as Camila pats Shawn on the chest to get his attention to listen to a funny story that Brian is telling.

The rest of the day at the beach thankfully goes by pretty fast, and you are definitely ready to head back to the hotel, and more than ready to get away from Camila, and the show that had been put on there.

As everyone goes to get into the SUV’s to drive them back you feel someone grab your wrist as you glance down towards the hand, before glancing up to see Shawn’s face as he immediately drops it. “Ride with us,” he pleads, and honestly you are torn.

Looking up ahead you can see Connor heading towards one of the other SUV’s, and truthfully that route seems much more appealing. “Please,” you hear him beg, which almost seals the deal, but you find yourself shaking your head.

“I think I’m going to ride back with Conner and the rest of the guys, but we’ll hang out tonight okay?” you offer, afraid that he’ll be upset, but honestly, it’s more frustration and sadness that you see wash over him as he nods his head and moves to get in after Camila.

“I’ll see you soon,” you softly call after him as he looks back and gives you a half assed smile before shutting the door behind him. It’s hard not to sigh and feel a bit dejected as you walk and make your way over to your own ride, but you know that you are only looking out for yourself, and right now that is something you need to do, and you hope that is something that Shawn understands.

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