Close Friends | Connor Brashier
Co-written by @brianc521
A/n: this is my first collab with another author on this sight. And who better to write it with than my best friend @brianc521
Thank you sunflower for writing this with me.
Summary: Connor likes to document everything you two do together.
Warnings: fluff
Word count: 1.8k
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Sitting across from you at the kitchen table Connor scrolls through his phone, smiling widely at his screen.
“What are you doing over there? What’s got you so happy?”
“My instagram memories came up with my close friends stories. I’m just rewatching all of our videos.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah, come look.” He motions you over with a subtle nod of his head. Standing you grab your cup of tea and move over to his side of the table so you can see his phone too. “Look this was when we first moved in.”
“Awe I remember that day!”
“Why are you filming me?”
“What do you mean, why am I filming you? I’m documenting this moment.”
“Yeah, well you could be opening boxes, mister. We’re moving in, not just me.”
Connor pouts his lips, though you can’t see it on camera. “I want to remember this moment five years from now.”
“I know, but I would like to have our bedroom done so we don’t have to sleep on the couch tonight,” you raise a challenging eyebrow.
“Okay, okay, you win. I’m putting it away, but first,” he leans forward and the video goes dark as his phone hits my chest when he kisses me.
“See,” He looks over at you, “I’m still glad I recorded that, and I’ll still be glad 4 more years from now.”
“Okay, whatever.” You roll your eyes, looking back at his phone as he clicks over into another memory. “Awe this one is my favorite.”
“Connor, why must you record everything?”
“I like to document my moments, stop judging me!” He whines, walking back around the kitchen island to stand behind you.
“Okay but why do we need to document this? I’m just making cookies?”
“We’re making cookies. I’m helping!”
“How? By pouring more wine in my glass?”
“Mhm and by giving you kisses!” He smiles, cheeks bright pink from the three glasses of wine he’s had.
“That’s so much help Bubba, thank you.”
With a cheesy smile he leans in and plants a loud kiss to your cheek. “Muah!”
“Okay, I gotta get the dough on the pan so can you step aside?”
“You don’t want my cuddles?”
“I do Bubba, but if you want cookies I need you to step aside for a moment.”
“You don’t want my cuddles, that’s mean.” He pouts dramatically. Wine drunk Connor is very needy and dramatic.
“Bubba,” You sigh, looking up at him. Right when you meet his gaze you notice the mischief in his eyes and before you can even prepare for it, he’s smeared cookie dough right across your lips. “Connor!” You gasp as a giggle escapes his lips.
“Whoopsies.” He laughs, leaning back with a hand on his stomach.
“I cannot believe you just did that.” You glare at him.
“You got a little something,” He points to your lips. “Right there.”
“Wow,” You shake your head, “I wonder why.”
“Here, I’ll get it.” He leans down, kissing the dough from your lips.
“You just wanted cookie dough, sneaky sneaky boy.”
He simply just grins at you, giving you one more kiss before stepping to the side like you asked.
“I’m still upset with you for doing that.”
“Totally worth it.” He snickers, clicking over to the next memory. “Oh! Do you remember this?”
I shake my head at him, although not at all able to hide my smile. “Our first dance in the kitchen. How could I not?”
Connor sets his phone on the island and comes back to stand between your legs where you sit on the counter, your mug of tea in your hands.
“Really? More recording?”
“I thought we were done judging, hmm?”
You sigh, “Yes, you’re right. I’m sorry. I’m done.” You take your phone from the space beside you and open Spotify. “This song came on at work the other day, and it made me think of you. You wanna hear it?”
“Mhm,” he nods, grinning brightly at you. “Play it for me.”
You press play and let the song fill the kitchen. You hum along once it gets to the chorus.
“It’s not just picture perfect dancing in a white dress / it’s not just rainy days where nothing stops the fighting / It’s not just highs and lows and champagne toasts / I’ve come to know that love’s not only he best days or the worst days / Love is the Tuesdays”
Connor smiles at you and holds his hand out.
You look at him with a furrowed brow, “What?”
“Dance with me,” He says simply.
“Yeah?”
“Dance with me,” he insists, taking your mug from your hand and setting it on the counter, then taking both of your free hands and slides you off the counter.
You smile softly, wrapping your arms around his neck, resting your head on his chest. His arms wrap loosely around your waist and he places his head on top of yours. You exhale deeply, pressing yourself further into his chest as you two begin to sway. Connor’s lips press softly to your temple while he starts humming along with you.
“No, it’s not Hollywood sun ‘cause troubles will come / But it’s the best decision you’re ever gonna make / And you’ve got my blessing but just hear this lesson”
You look up at him, and when he looks down to check on you, you can see the love in his eyes. And you know it matches the love in yours.
“You gonna kiss me or what, Brashier?”
He can’t help but chuckle. He shakes his head and leans down, capturing your lips with his in the softest, but most loving kiss.
“That’s still one of my favorite days.”
“Mine too,” he mumbles, looking back at you.
“What? Why are you looking at me like that?”
“You gonna kiss me or what?” He jokes.
You roll your eyes, but lean down to kiss him, once again soft, but loving. He pulls away when he hears the next video start to play.
“Oh this one!” He smiles, starting it from the beginning. “You’re so cute here.”
The mug reads, “Not Paint Water” and his hand is curled around the handle as he moves forward towards you. The more he moves the more in focus you become. There you sit at the table, your laptop open in front of you. You’re resting your head on your hand as you read something over.
“How’s it going Pretty Girl?” He asks softly, knowing she’s starting to get a stress headache.
“I swear I’m gonna quit. Drop out, I’ll find something else to do. Who says you need a degree to start a business?”
He smiles, snickering a bit. That’s the answer he usually always gets. “I made you tea.” He says setting the mug down on the table in front of her.
The look he receives alone is worth the trouble of boiling the water. You look up with the softest eyes and the cutest pout on your lips. “You made me tea?”
“Mhm, you’re favorite. Vanilla Chai!”
At this you slouch and stare at him. “Thank you. That’s so sweet of you.”
“Anything for my Pretty Girl.” He leans over the table to kiss your cheek, giving the view of the wall behind you. When he pulls back the camera goes back into focus, “Okay, I’ll stop distracting you. Drink your tea and try to relax okay?”
“Okay, just for my Bubba.”
“Good.”
“I am not cute.” You roll your eyes.
“So cute. I make you tea everyday just to get that look.
“You do not.”
“I do.” He nods, “Oh my gosh! I forgot about this one!” He says as the next memory appears.
“Well if it isn’t my hard working girl.” Connor says, the bell above the door dinging as he walks in.
You smile wide. “Hey, you. What are you doing here?”
“I finished editing. Wanted to come and see my pretty girl.” Wanted to make sure she had lunch,” he says, holding out a bag to her.
“Wow, you take such good care of me,” you muse, taking the bag from him graciously.
“I definitely try. Gotta take good care of the girl who does basically everything for me.”
You roll your eyes, “I do not.”
“You try to.”
You just shrug, “Oh well. You gonna stay and eat with me? No one’s been in all day, so we’ll have no distractions.”
“I can stay for a couple minutes. But I’m actually going over to your parents house to meet your mom.”
“What? Why?”
He smirks, but you once again can’t see it on camera. “You’re not the only one she’s teaching to cook, missy.”
You gasp, “You’re learning without me?”
“I’m learning for you. There’s a difference. Now, kiss?”
You scrunch up your face, but nod because you can’t deny him.
“That was a really good dinner you made that night,” you nod. “Still have dreams about it,” you giggle.
He laughs too, throwing his head back. “Well then I will have to make it again.”
“Tonight?”
“Sure, we’ll go to the store later and get the stuff.”
“Okay,” you kiss his cheek. “Are there anymore?”
“There’s one more.” He smiles, looking back at the screen. “This one, this is my absolute favorite.”
It’s black for a second before there’s some shuffling and a muttered “Okay”. In the distance, coming into focus, you stand with Connor, looking up at the stars. You’re pointing up at the sky and he’s smiling at you.
“He’s gonna do it.” You hear behind the camera, Shawn’s voice recognizable.
While you turn a little, back more towards Connor now, you point even further at a collection of stars. It’s then, with you distracted, that Connor drops to one knee. He digs into his pocket and with sweaty shaking hands he grasps the velvet box. The weight of the box really weighed in his hand as he opened the top and held it out to you.
You can’t hear it, but he calls your name making you turn towards him. When you turn you look down in confusion. It’s then that your hands fly to your face, covering your mouth as you whisper, “Oh my god.”
Shawn then, after realizing, moves his finger from over the mic.
“Y/n, I’ve loved every moment I’ve ever shared with you. You make the stars shine, the sun rise, and the moon illuminate. I don’t ever want to make another memory without you by my side. Do me the honor? Marry Me?”
The faintest “Yes,” is said and suddenly Connor is taking you into his arms, kissing you deeply. Behind the camera screams and yells are growing louder, and the angle shifts quickly as Shawn stands from his crouched position behind a bush.
The camera cuts as everyone starts running to the newly engaged couple.
“Yeah,” You sigh, looking down at your decorated finger. “It’s my new favorite too.”
“I can’t wait to record all of our moments together.” Connor smiles, looking at you with the softest smile.
You take his hand and bring it to your lips, “Maybe recording everything really isn’t such a bad thing.”
Connor’s smile brightens, as if that could even be possible at this point. “Glad to see you’re finally coming around. Only took you two years.”
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