#brashier

[wannabedonnasheridan]

wrote this a couple months ago and simply couldn't keep this just for myself. By the way, that's probably the first and last time i'm writing. Who knows?

Thanks to Connor Brashier for being himself and to the Mamma Mia movies for making me want such an amazing life.

*english os not my first language, sorry for any mistakes!*

FLUFF - based on an amazing dream :)

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"Lay all your looooove oooooon meeeeeee" I sing at the top of my lungs. "What are you singing, bubs?" Connor asks me, coming from our bedroom only on his shorts. "Lay all your love on me, by ABBA. But the version from the Mamma Mia movie, so it's a duet. Mind joining me on this little karaoke moment?" I say, putting my arms around his neck "You know I'd love to continue listening to your beautiful voice, but I'm afraid I don't know the rest of your song" he answers me, which makes me pull away from our little hug and look straight into his eyes with a confused expression. "What do you mean 'I don't know the song'? They sang in Mamma Mia" "Okay, but why do I have to know a song from a movie I've never watched before?" he tells me, making me stare at him, shocked. "You've never seen Mamma Mia?" I ask, confusion running through my head. "Well no... what's the big deal about it?" he says, chuckling lightly at my facial expression "Except for the fact it's one of the best musicals ever made and one of your 2 years girlfriend's favorite movie? Nah, nothing much." I exclaim, causing him to become confused suddenly. "Oh, I knew you like it, but not so much" he scratches the back of his neck, probably not knowing how to react over my little 'show' "Oh lord, I failed as a girlfriend..." I whisper disappointed. "Obviously not bub... you are perfect for me. I love you despise everything" Connor says, approaching me. He pecks my lips and engulfes me into a hug. "Wait" I suddenly said, looking into his eyes "if you haven't watched mamma mia yet, lets change it now for our relationship's sake! Go pop some popcorn and grab some drinks, I'm gonna put on the movie!" I exclaim. He soon makes his way to the couch with our snacks so we can start watching it. "Prepare yourself, your life will never be the same!" I smirk slightly, making him laugh "If you say so..." he says and kisses the top of my head. I press start and the movie begins. After its two hours of duration, Connor and I are cuddled on the couch still amazed by what we've seen. "Sooooo..." I sit up and start " what do you think?" "It's a really good movie, actually" he says, looking at me "the songs, the performances and the storie are really creative and fit a lot together. But in the end we don't know who is Sophie's dad? I wanted to know SO MUCH." "Yeah, we don't know who is the real father, but let's analyse: she wanted her dad and found three possibilities that she loved. Why would she need a physical comprovation of something that was already great to her?" "That's true... oh also: she didn't marry Sky? Wasn't it the thing she wanted, like, the most?" "She ends up not marrying Sky because they decided to live their lives together and explore the world before they became a real couple. That's actually really nice to think about" I say, closing my eyes to think "You decide not to do something so responsible and end up having more teenager years. It's a great situation." I finish my own thought and see him admiring me. "What?" "Nothing, just thinking how you drift off talking about your perspective of the movie. It means a lot to you, doesn't it? he asks, holding my hand "It does... to be honest, I wanted to be Sophie when I was little. I was 8 by the time the movie came out, so I got amazed by how soon she found and decided to travel around the world with her love. It still buzzes me sometimes, how lucky she is. Lived in Greece, litteraly PARADISE, found love, didn't marry him but decided to realise her dream accompanied by him. I would do the same, except I would also want the marriage part" i say and chuckle a little. We stay quiet for a few seconds, Connor holding my hand and with a serious expression. He seemed to be deep in his thoughts. "Marry me" he says, out of nowhere. "Excuse me?" I say shocked and confused by the sudden action. "You want to have a life like Sophie, right? Then marry me. Marry me and we will travel around the world together, as a real couple" he calmly says, still sitting cross legged in front of me. "Yeah, but

I can wait until you're ready too. You don't have to do this just because of a stupid and old dream." I tell him, being honest from the bottom of my heart. I knew C was the one, but what if he wasn't so sure? "Bubs, this is not stupid. If you want or wanted to, it's important to me. I know you're the one and that someday I want to be able to call you my wife." he drops to one knee and grabs both of my hands "Make me the happiest and luckiest man on earth and marry me." "Connor..." i say, trying to keep my tears away "we are just so young! I am not saying I don't want to because trust me, I do. I mean, we are finishing college and your work with Shawn is just getting started. Maybe we should simply wait some years. I don't mind." I state. Connor thinks for a minute and stares at me again. "But I do mind. Bubs, I will eternally want and try to do whatever makes your beautiful smile appears on your pretty face" he cups my cheeks "If college is the problem, let's just wait until it ends: you graduate next year, we have a whole year to prepare. Then, we are gonna spend the next year travelling and meeting the world, no jobs and no worries. Shawn and our friends will be waiting for us, I guarantee you. So what do you say?" I think for some seconds and realize that the chance of realizing one of my biggest dreams with the boy I loved the most was face to face to me. I guess it's pretty obvious. "Yes. A thousand times yes!" I smile and hug Connor tightly "So, are we enganged yet?" "Not yet, I have to do something more special and beautiful, after all that's what you deserve." He says while grabs both of my hands again "Right after you graduate, I am gonna drop to one knee and propose properly. I promise." "That's okay with me, my soon to be husband" i whisper the last part in his ear, feeling his neck shiver under my hands. "Okay, I guess that's my favorite nickname ever" C says while pushes my to the couch and lies on me. A little squish of surprise leaves my mouth, and i start laughing. "C, we still have to watch the second movie" i say and try to get up, but he pushes me to the couch once more "Con, I am serious, let me put the DVD. I haven't seen young Donna's journey in ages" i tell him, making him laugh at my seriousness. "Okay, i'll let you go my soon to be wife." I put the DVD on and hop into the couch on top of Connor. He wraps his arms around my hips and kisses my temple gently. "I love you bubs" he whispers. "I love you more C." I whisper back, pecking his lips. The movie starts and, after some minutes, I hear Connor calling my name. "Yes, bubs?" I say, turning my head to face him. "Do Sophie and Sky end up having a baby after their trip? Because I would enjoy exercising for one a couple of days during our trip. Every night, maybe?" I keep looking at him with an interrogative expression, but when i get what he had just said, I can't help but roll my eyes and laugh. "You're impossible!"

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[brashierc]

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. 

[xeunoais]

Better Half

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

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

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

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

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

"Y/n?" I whispered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You okay?" I asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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The End

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

[loveylangdon]

only here for connor sorry

[flweralessia]

This is the most I’ve heard Connor talk- his voice omggg

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Blue Eyes

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[loveylangdon]

HOLY SHIt i JUST FOUND THESE AND I AM 🤩🥵😍

[loveylangdon]

you’re gonna tell me connor brashier is the averagest fucjing white boy in california and i love love him wow