#connor murphy fanfiction

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Hi Daniella!, Can I ask for a fem!reader for Conor Murphy, in which the reader has a big family with a couple of brothers and sisters (she is the oldest) and she wants to introduce Connor to them, but my poor Con is very insecure about it ?. If you don't fell like doing it is totally fine, take care ❤

Nela

open your eyes

pairing: connor murphy x fem!reader

summary: connor is finally comfortable to be himself in your relationship when you decide it’s time for him to meet your big family

warnings: slight angst, mentions of mental health struggles, bullying,  and insecurity (because it’s Connor)

reader pronouns: she/her (by request)

word count: 1.8k

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Connor Murphy was in love with you. But then again, he’d never really had any other option. You weren’t the type to give up on anyone, and once you’d decided that you would be friends with Connor Murphy, well, the boy didn’t stand a chance.

He’d fallen for you slowly, ever careful with his fragile heart. Had done everything that he could to deter you. He’d put on a tough facade, determined to not fall for those doe eyes of yours, but his walls had started to crumble from the first moment he heard your sweet voice.

It had been your first day of school, a year ago or thereabouts, and he had been grabbing books out of his locker when he’d heard confident steps approaching him. He’d flinched, used to being grabbed and shoved against lockers, or shoved to the ground, books toppling around him. High schoolers were not kind. His nervous system relaxed, however, when he’d seen you looking up at him, shoulders back, with a determined smile on your face. “Hi, I’m new here and-”

“I can tell.”

“Oh! Right, sorry.” You smiled, shaking off his rude interruption. “I’m y/n, it’s my first day and I was wondering if you could tell me where room 416 is?”

He rolled his eyes, painful as it was to treat such adorableness with displeasure. Still, he couldn’t let anyone in. Not when he’d been hurt too many times before. “Look, what I mean is I can tell you’re new here because no one speaks to me unless they’re looking for trouble. But, if it gets you out of my hair, it’s down the hall, to your left, and then your third right. Got it?”

You nodded, smiling up at him as he turned back to his locker. “Thank you…uh…”

He sighed, closing his locker door and turning to you. “It’s Connor.”

“Oh, well thank you Connor, I-”

Your voice had paused as he turned and walked down the hallway in the opposite direction. That hadn’t stopped you though. “I hope you have a great day!”

It would take him months to tell you, but as he walked away from you that day, a small smile spread across his face at your kind words. He told himself not to think anything of it, but figured as he’d probably never see you again, he could allow himself to enjoy that small moment of kindness. It was a rare occurrence for him after all.

Until it wasn’t. A few days later, he was sitting alone in the cafeteria when a lunch tray appeared next to him. Again, he flinched at the sound of it hitting the table, used to being approached by bullies intending to threaten him or tease him about…existing…he figured. But again, he’d been surprised when those increasingly familiar doe eyes looked up at him. “Hi Connor, it’s uh, y/n? We met the other day. I just wanted to say thank you for helping me find my class. It’s nice to have a friend, this school is bigger than I imagined.”

He was flabbergasted. A beautiful girl kept approaching him, and had now decided that they were friends? After a miniscule interaction? He had to be dreaming. These kinds of things didn’t happen to guys like him. And yet there you were, awaiting his response patiently while he sat there like a moron staring blankly back at you. Nice one Connor. He laughed as he thought back to how awkward he’d been.

“People don’t usually sit with me.”

Somehow emboldened by his words, you shuffled closer. He felt his walls begin to crumble. “Well there’s always a first!”

He stared at you before coughing himself into action, he figured he should at least give talking to you a go. “How, uh- How was your first day anyway?”

Your mouth broke into a warm smile. Crumble. “It was alright, a bit lonely, people don’t seem to want to give new people a chance here, but-”

“Oh, they don’t give anyone that isn’t a part of their cliques a chance, don’t take it personally.”

“Thanks Connor,” Those doe eyes met his cautious irises. Crumble. “So how’s your day?”

He grimaced then, not used to people asking him about himself. He took a deep breath and gave his best attempt at a smile. “It’s, uh- okay? I don’t usually have someone to talk to about my day so I’m not really sure what to say.”

You frowned at him, which, against his better judgement, caused a deep laugh to emerge from his chest. Crumble. He couldn’t help it, your concern for him was adorable. Those walls he built to keep himself safe were no match for your kind heart. “Well, here.”

You leaned down and took out a notebook and pen from your bag before writing on the page, ripping it out, and handing it to him. When he took the page from you, his hand trembled as he realised what had happened. He looked up at you with the expression of a child being given their first dose of affection. You smiled, resolute. “Now you have my number, so you can call or text to tell me about your day if you ever want to.”

He couldn’t get the smile off his face for the rest of the day, palming the page in the pocket of his hoodie whenever he needed a reminder that someone as wonderful as you actually seemed to care about him. Little did he know how your heart had soared when, an hour after school, your phone buzzed with his first message:

Hi y/n, this is Connor. Thanks for being my friend. You’re a cool person.

Followed immediately by another after as he realised that his message was a bit cold.

:)

You’d giggled the whole way home.

A year later, and you had happily been dating for eight months. It had been tough, what with Connor’s seemingly endless self-doubts and insecurities, but you were going strong. Connor had made you more considerate and thoughtful, taking extra care to stop and pay attention to the world around you, and you had made him open up, showed him that it was okay to let the world in and that not everyone was out to hurt him.

Connor was finally comfortable being himself, secure in the relationship, when you decided that it was time for your worlds to combine. Your mother had been insisting for months that she wanted to have your boyfriend over for dinner, and having seen Connor so happy lately, you figured now was as good a time as any.

You imagined it going so smoothly, with Connor melting into your arms and being so excited to meet the people that loved you as much as he did. What happened instead was that Connor stared at you wide-eyed for a moment, then stood up, mumbled something about being late for class, and left the cafeteria. Despite it being the middle of the lunch break.

Anyone else would’ve been worried but you knew Connor. He just needed a bit of time to think about things and then he would come find you and talk about it. Sure enough, he approached your locker right after the school bell rang to finish the day.

He looked at you nervously, arms folding in on themselves. “Can, uh, we talk?”

You nodded. “Of course we can, love.”

You walked to a nearby park where you often spent time, the two of you sitting down on a park bench. A group of young kids were kicking a soccer ball around between them, while others sat on swings. You looked at Connor whose gaze was locked on the group kicking the ball around in a desperate bid to avoid your eyes. “Sweetheart, what’s going on in that mind? Please let me in.”

He sighed, studying the gravel below you with his head in his hands. “I don’t think it’s a good idea for me to meet your family.”

Your eyebrows furrowed in concern. “And why is that?”

Running his hands through his hair, he finally looked up at you. “I’m not a..people person…like you. I mean, you remember what I was like before we were dating, I’m not good at looking at people, let alone talking to them, let alone trying to impress your family who…”

His eyes widened. “-your large family, who I’m just never going to be enough for. Your parents are already going to stress me out and you can at least hold an adult conversation with them. How am I supposed to make a good impression on your siblings? They’re kids! I’m horrible with kids.”

Just as Connor was returning to his head-in-hands-moping position, a ball landed at his feet. “Hey, pass us the ball!”

Connor slowly stood up, gently dribbling the ball between his feet before jogging over to the group and passing it to the boy that had called out. “Dude, that was some super quick footing before, do you play professionally or something?”

You watched the young boy blush, rubbing a hand behind his neck bashfully. “Haha, no!”

Connor leaned down, “You sure? With moves like that I wouldn’t be surprised if you make the big leagues with some patience and practice!”

The kid squinted up at your boyfriend, smiling excitedly, and your heart melted at the sight. Connor reached over and ruffled the boy’s hair before heading back over to you. He turned around to the boy, pointing a finger at him and calling out, “Gotta put in the hard work, alright?”

The kid nodded as Connor sat back next to you. You noted how his body language had shifted: he was more open, happier, content. At least until he remembered the conversation he had left. He sighed, “I just…they’re going to hate me.”

“Connor, hey,” You reached out an arm, noting the way he flinched before easing into your touch. It broke your heart how much pain he held inside him, despite how far he’d come. How far you both had. “They’re going to love you. You have so much heart, my love. You try so hard to be loving and kind despite all that you’re going through. How could they not love you?”

He lingered in your gaze before looking back out to the park, letting out a deep exhale. You took the opportunity to continue. “I mean, look at how you just made that little boy’s day. He’s not going to forget the guy that went up to him in the park and believed in him and his dreams. If you can do that, you can sure as hell hold a conversation with my siblings.”

He looked up at you, a glint of hope in his eye and a small smile appearing on his face. “You think?”

You smiled, “Absolutely. And besides, do you really think I’d ever let you get hurt by someone, even slightly? If my family says anything that upsets you, I’ll be right there. And I’ll give them a piece of my mind.”

He laughed and wrapped his arms around you, angling down to kiss the top of your hair. “How did I ever get lucky enough to find you?”

You smiled into his embrace, “You opened your eyes.”

a/n: hi lovely Nela! thank you for being so patient waiting for me to tackle one of your wonderful requests. I figured since you’re a bit nervous about your upcoming adventure that I would surprise you with a story to cheer you up! I hope that this is everything that you wanted it to be. thank you for always being such a wonderful friend 💜

p.s. I listened to the writing playlist you made me while writing this and I absolutely adore it 🥰

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Work of Art

Request: hey there :0 recently found yr blog and i just wanna say yr writing is really good! i saw yr requests were “openish” so if this is an inconvenience then that’s ok and you don’t have to write anything :) but connor murphy w a male reader who likes to draw? and he draws them together in his free time? maybe babies connor a lot in private too? (^^*)if you decide to do this, ty! if not, that’s ok too! keep up the good work ♡🦑 Word Count: 498 Words Warnings: Connor being insecure Author’s Note: heyy...how yall doin... so sorry to the anon that requested this it took me a year and then some to finally write it and it’s bad... anyways... have a good day/night :) <3

You were sitting in the art room one day during study hall as usual when all of a sudden someone else came into the room

You were startled because usually, it’s just you and the art teacher this period.

A boy, probably another student judging by the style of his clothes, came in, nodded his head at your teacher as a greeting, signed in, and sat at a table on the other side of the room

He took out a sketchbook that looked very well loved with stickers all over the front and back covers

He could feel your eyes on him and looked over

You quickly put your head down and felt the tips of your ears grow warm in embarrassment

After that, the two of you drew in your respective sketchbooks silently

The period passed and you didn’t leave the room as you had actual art class next period but neither did the mystery boy

Once the rest of your classmates were settled into their seats, except for the mystery boy,  Ms.Anne stood up in front of the class, “Hello Everyone! I hope you’ve all had a good day so far. As you can see we have a new student with us. This is Connor Murphy, he just started here so please help him feel welcome. Connor, you can sit at the table back there with Y/N.”

You felt your eyes grow wide, no one has sat next to you for the whole year why did that have to change now?

He searched for a minute before his eyes found yours

He came and sat down next to you and you decided to introduce yourself to make him feel welcome or whatever Ms.Anne said.

Surprisingly he responded and you two talked through the rest of the period and the rest is history.

He quickly became your favorite thing to draw

At first, you kept the drawings hidden in fear of him being creeped out but as you grew closer you eventually showed him the drawings

He cried when he saw them because he never imagined someone seeing him in a positive way like you did

Soon after you showed him the drawings the two of you started dating

You loved that you were now able to give him all the affection he deserved (never in public though because he had a reputation to uphold)

And now you could make him pose for all the drawings you want

He drew you on occasion but was insecure about his art even though you constantly assured him it was incredible

For your one-year anniversary, you drew Connor’s favorite picture of the two of you

Once he opened it and saw what it was he practically jumped at you to kiss you and give you the biggest hug

You two stayed like that for a while

For all your anniversaries after that you drew his favorite picture of the two of you from the last year <3

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to reunite and resolve

🎶 now playing: don’t grow up too fast - grentperez

P: Connor Murphy x Fem!Reader

S: You were the one of the only people he called a friend. He wanted to call you more than that.

W: mentions of drug use, smoking, anxiety, cursing, sexual content, spoilers, short

N: Basing this off of Mike Faist’s Connor Murphy, because his version of Connor the one I envisioned while writing this. Some information is taken from the book adaptation of the musical. In the book, Connor explains that he is some form of LGBTQ+, yet it is never specified; hints of this are being used in this fic. this is super short and kinda shit LMAO

please interact if you enjoy!

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When he first threw that printer in second grade, you were the first thing he saw out of the corner of his eye. Everyone… well, almost everyone, looked at him in horror, screams so loud they could be heard from down the hall, besides Jared Kleinman, who said that the whole facade was so cool.

Some kids ran, some kids took cover, but you stood there with your mouth hanging open, gaze switching between Mrs. G and Connor. And to think the only reason for this was because he didn’t get to be line leader that day.

He couldn’t tell what you thought of him after that. There wasn’t a single thought behind your face that could determine whether you thought he was cool or you thought he was insane. But he resorted to the worst— you thinking he was a crazy maniac who had a breakdown only because he didn’t get what he wanted that day.

But no, that wasn’t the case. He sat down under a tree during recess one day, and you just so happened to be lurking on the other side of it. You peeked out, looking at the book he was reading. “Is that The Little Prince?” You ask, startling him. “Yeah. Why?”

“It was a bit sad, but I liked it. Which part are you on?”

“The part where he dies.”

Awkward.

“I’ve read this book 5 times.”

“So it’s your favourite?” He shrugs. “One of them.” You sit down next to him, eyes skimming over the words on the page. “I don’t like Mrs. G very much. She always finds something wrong in my work and points it out to the class,” you start, staring at Mrs. G who’s talking to a teacher far across the playground. “I don’t think you should do it again, but I thought that was cool.”

“What was cool?”

“When you threw that printer. Was it heavy?” He shakes his head. “You’re strong! That’s even cooler!”

He shuts his book with a quiet thump. “Shouldn’t you be talking to Lily over there? Or… Jane?” You shrug. “I don’t really have a group of friends. I talk to them and we’re friendly with each other, but… they don’t like the things I like. I don’t know– it seems like on some days they don’t like me and then other days they do. Maybe I’m just scared of that.”

“You’re lucky the printer didn’t hit Mrs. G. You’re even luckier you didn’t get in big trouble. I think that you were angry and you didn’t mean to hurt anyone.” He’s surprised by how well you manage to read him. He didn’t even know how he felt himself. It was an overwhelming feeling of rage that any six year old would have when things didn’t go their way, just that he approached it in a way that no one would believe a six year old would be able to do.

“Do you wanna see the books I’m reading later? You can borrow them if you’d like.” Connor looks at you and that stupid hopeful expression on your face, reluctantly nodding. He wasn’t one to turn down a read. He’d gotten sick of the rose hunting prince anyways.

Most kids in your class would rather go for the toys and playmat while the library picked up dust. Connor watched you every time you went to the little library in your room to pick up a book, always leaning over to see what you were reading. You seemed like one of the only avid readers in your class, not dozing off or merely flipping pages for convenience during silent reading. You really took your time in absorbing what was on the pages; sometimes he witnessed you even shed a tear.

From there, the two of you became good friends. Every partner project, you two would pair up. Every gym class, you’d be on the same team. If anything involved pairs, it would always be the two of you together, to the point where people started joking that you two were dating. Of course, you always brushed it off, but Connor seemed to think otherwise.

At the time, he couldn’t put his finger on what exactly he felt about you. He felt safe, happy, content. He also felt compassionate, open, and endearing. But years later, only when he went to Hanover and was in his first relationship, dealing with a multitude of emotional troubles, was when he realized what those feelings were.

Connor’s head rested on Miguel’s chest as he exhaled a puff of smoke. “She read a lot, sometimes I went over to her place, she always stayed by my side even thought she was made fun of, we’d trade lunches–“ He’s cut off by the sound of his friend chuckling. “Wow, you must’ve really liked her.”

“Huh?”

“I mean, I don’t think I’ve heard any guy in our entire school talk about a girl… not sexually.”

“That’s because we were in elementary. I wasn’t perverted.”

“Still, you blabber about her with such purity. Like a girl you really did love, even if you only were in the seventh grade. She seems nice. If you ever find her again, you should introduce her to me.” In the words that Miguel put it in, he was finally able to understand why he got so much more nervous around you. Why he’d scold himself for doing something moronic in front of you, unless that something made you laugh; he’d let out an internal sigh of relief.

Why he tended to defend you if someone teased you. Why he’d freeze up when your arm would brush against his. Why he’d always overthink about what you thought of him, knowing that you’d never leave his side. Instead, he left yours. He could see the hurt in your eyes after he told you he was moving schools and it almost made him want to stay just for you.

But knowing his parents, they wouldn’t understand why he’d change his mind so last minute.

Sometimes he didn’t understand why you stayed by his side. He knew you were somewhat of a fragile person, but watched you desensitize to those comments over the years.

Connor feels guilty talking about an old undetermined crush with a boy he was on indefinite terms with, but Miguel didn’t seem to mind. “I guess I did like her.” He squeezes Miguel’s hand, suddenly overwhelmed with disappointment. “And now I’ll never be able to see her again.”

“Didn’t you say you went to her place for projects and stuff? Couldn’t you pay her a visit?”

“What if she moved?”

Miguel scoffs. “Highly doubt it. What comes here, stays here.”

The suggestion played on loop in Connor’s head every day, even contemplating actually paying a visit. Yet he never owned up to it, until he was expelled and moved to a new school. Again.

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You rest your head on the desk, ignoring the homework reminders being given to the class. You stare blankly at the teacher through your hair, another boy coming into view that you hadn’t seen before.

His hair was brown, curly, and nearly reached his shoulders. He had defining cheekbones and painted nails, dark clothes and a messenger bag. A new student. A new student that you couldn’t help but think looked familiar to you, until you heard his name.

Connor Murphy.

He sat down in front of you, putting his bag to the side and kicking it under his desk. You wanted to talk to him, but it seemed like he didn’t recognize you either. Was it really him? The Connor Murphy who you sat under trees with, reading books and arguing about your favourite characters? The Connor Murphy who barely passed 4th grade?

“Connor…” You mutter a bit too loud, his head turned to side eye you. “What?” He replies, almost aggressively, his stare dark and hardening. You couldn’t believe it was him. But really, how many other Connor Murphy’s could there be in suburban New York?

He begins to turn away until you begin speaking. “Do you still read The Little Prince?” This time, he fully turns to you, eyes wide and no longer dull. “How many times have you read it since I’ve talked to you under that tree?” You smile, and Connor swears his heart stops. Out of pure shock, not attraction.

“Y/N?” He asks, and you nod, his face lighting up with a small smile. “Holy shit…” He sighs, his reaction making you giggle.

You’ve changed. You stopped tying your hair up, you gained a pair of dark circles, and he could just feel maturity radiating from you somehow. At least, you were more mature than he was.

“Um, I don’t really have anyone to hang out with during lunch. Do you wanna catch up then?” You offer, his head tilting. “Why not now? Instead of working on that project of yours.” Your face drops. “There’s a project?” What project was he talking about? Was it– oh, it was the role model one. You finished it already.

“Lucky you don’t have to do it. If we present, we get extra credit. I’m not up for humiliation though.” He turns around fully, and your eyes are drawn to his hands, slim and a bit veiny. He adorned a bracelet and his nail polish was black. He played with his fingers almost nervously, his hands on your desk. “What have you been up to?”

“I picked up guitar. Um, I do some vocal stuff outside of school.”

“Like performances?”

You nod. “Different genres. Jazz, pop, R&B… I’m in a few groups.” He nods. “I didn’t know you could sing.”

“I never showed off when we were younger. I’ve been taking lessons for a while.”

“Maybe you could show me later. Y’know, outside of school.” He quips with a hoping smile. “Are you flirting with me, Murphy?” You ask, leaning forward slightly, his eyes moving from your chest back to your eyes. “Maybe.” You scoff, shoving away his face. “You’re a pervert now?” You laugh, but his smile slowly begins to disappear.

“Oh, I was joking, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that– I mean, no one’s perverted to their childhood best friend right?” You awkwardly laugh while he sighs. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to look at you like that.”

“Like what?”

“Y/N, I was staring at your boobs.”

“Like a pervert?”

“For fuck’s sake, L/N, I am not a pervert.”

“Never said you were.”

You were provoking him. If it was another person doing the same thing, he’d have their head. Thrown something at them or given them a black eye. With you, it was all natural humour and jokes. He could brush it off without the need for bruising. The worst part was that you didn’t know you were aggravating him, with your cheeky smile and mischievous gaze.

Later that day, during lunch, you catch Connor off guard, leaning against a tree in the back of the school grounds where no one was, blowing out smoke. He tended to find solace in places where it was quiet and mostly alone. In high school, it was hard to find that kind of privacy, so you thought he’d be away and in the back where no one hung out, besides the drug dealers and porn magazine sellers.

“You smoke now?” You ask, him inhaling and letting out another puff. “I started a while ago. Keeps me sane.” He pulls it away from his mouth, contemplating. “I was gonna offer you some but, you sing now. I guess that comes in conflict.” How sweet of him to be so considerate. “Yeah. Wouldn’t wanna try it either way.”

You pause for a moment, watching him discard the joint. “How was Hanover?” You ask, a rush of memories overwhelming him all at once. “It was a fresh start. I liked it. I, um, made out with a dude? I don’t know, it was complicated.” You certainly didn’t expect that. “You had a boyfriend, then?”

“I dunno, we never specified on it. Complicated relationship.”

“How about girlfriends?” You hear him scoff. “You really think a guy that went to an all boys school would find a girlfriend?” You shrug, standing beside him. “I thought it was common for all boys and all girls schools to collaborate or host events together.”

“I don’t know if there were any collaborating events. I always skipped. Speaking of skipping, would you like to join me on a trip to Burger King instead of going to fifth and sixth?” You shouldn’t be surprised he’s skipping classes. He always joked about doing so in elementary, yet it never crossed your mind to contemplate if he was actually going to do so. “Unlike you, I actually care about my grades. You can come over if you’d like.”

“After years you still expect me to know the address?” He jokes. “I haven’t moved. I’ll text you.” You pull out your phone, opening your contacts app and letting him type in his number. He set his contact name as ‘C’, with a cigarette emoji next to it. “If you ever call me and that name pops up on my phone while I’m with my dad, he is going to kill me. Thinking I have a dealer or something.”

“Well, if you need anything, you know where to find me.”

You text him the address, not seeing him for the rest of the school day. He frequently skipped classes, except for the classes you two had together. He came over many times, your dad eventually meeting him when he wasn’t rushing out the door for work.

Only… one particular visit caused something to happen with reasons unknown.

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You open the window, lighting some scented candles you found in the closet. Connor looked at his joint, inspecting it carefully, instead tossing it somewhere in his bag rather than lighting it, laying face up on your bed with a sigh.

The first time he was in your room, the first thing he asked was:

“Why the fuck is there sheet music everywhere?”

Which surprised you at first, mostly because you didn’t think he’d know what it was in the first place. He’d always smoke, mostly out the window, and you’d drench your room in air freshener afterwards so your dad wouldn’t know.

Connor was a very touchy person, especially when he was high. Sometimes he’d rest his head on your shoulder, his breath smelling of weed. Or on your lap, where his hair sometimes got trapped between your thighs. A hand on your leg, or on your thigh. You didn’t think of it at first, because it was Connor.

Though he took touchy to an extreme one day.

“Have you kissed anyone yet? Y’know, while I haven’t seen you.” You look up at him from your paper, amused. “Why are you asking?” He shakes his head, turning over and looking at you. “Oh, no, just wondering. So is that a no?” You sigh with a silent laugh. “No, I haven’t kissed anyone, Connor.”

“Really?”

“Mhm.”

“So you’re a virgin, then?”

“Connor, where is this coming from?”

“Do you know about the jocks constantly rambling about all the girls they have sex with?” He ignores your question with another question. “Yeah. It’s fucking annoying.” You scoff with a breathy laugh, taking a sip from your bottle. “You know they talk about you, right?”

You nearly spit out your water, saving the drops that fall from your mouth from falling onto your shorts. “Excuse me?” You say after swallowing. “Yeah. It’s all, ‘Bet 10 bucks I can bang her’ while they point at you. Or they go, ‘Jesus, wonder how much she can take’.”

“So I’m being objectified?” He nods slowly, looking up at you through his messy hair. “Unfortunately, yes. Want me to do something?”

“If it results in you getting suspended, no.”

“You sure? Those guys are dicks.”

“They’ll never believe us without any proof. And your reputation is bad enough already. I don’t want you to fall any more because of me.”

“Y/N, I’ll do anything for you.”

Those words make you pause and reflect. Was he high? No, because he tossed his joint in his bag anywhere. Even then, Connor would never say that for anyone. It seemed so out of character for him that you almost laughed.

“Are you high?”

“What?”

“I know damn well you wouldn’t do anything for anyone.”

“Y/N, I’m serious.” His gaze is stern, dark, and hard but also eager, glossy and hopeful. “I don’t know, maybe it is the weed I smoked twelve hours ago, but you’re really pretty. Sometimes I wonder how I managed to become friends with someone like you.”

“Someone like me?”

“Someone so pretty that doesn’t give a fuck about the fact I do drugs or the shit I’m dealing with. I really like you, Y/N. Always have. You didn’t single me out, you never left my side— you’re the one person in my fucked up life that makes me feel like I belong. That I matter.” Your childhood best friend, who’s now sitting up with a hand on your thigh, just confessed his undying love to you.

And you had to admit, the more you two started to hang out and reconnect, the more you started to develop something of an attraction to him. He never smiled at anyone but you, he didn’t push you away or glare at you; it was like he had a soft spot just for you, and it made you like him even more.

“I hope you aren’t gonna fuck me over. Y’know, if you don’t like me back.” His finger traces patterns on your thigh, the way his hand unknowingly rides up making your brain go haywire. “I’m… I, uh– I’m not.” He looks at you, for some reason, disappointed. “Should’ve known you didn’t. Forget this ever happened, then.”

“No, no! I like you! I really do like you, Connor. You’re charming and handsome and…” You hear him huff out a laugh, his face closing in on yours. “I know no one else thinks of me like that but you. You’re obsessed with me.”

“Could say the same for you, Murphy.”

His head tilts, his nose touching yours. “Wanna kiss you.” He mutters. You simply nod, inviting. “Okay.” You reply. He presses his lips to yours, feeling full and complete the moment you two meet. He can sense your confusion at first, but you managed to learn how to move with him quickly. Perks of being a fast learner.

He hovers on top of you on your bed, admiring you when he pulls away. His eyes shamelessly trail down from your face, to your chest, your stomach, your legs, his face cupped in your hands and pulling him towards you to kiss him again.

His tongue slipped into your mouth, the mood instantly erotic.

His hands are all over you. The back of your head, your shoulders, your waist, your hips, your thighs; he placed them wherever he could push you closer to him. When his mouth follows his hands to descend to your neck, you let out a soft whimper, panicking when you barely catch sight of the door.

“W-Wait.” You pant, nudging Connor for him to move to the side. You scramble off your bed, closing the window and the curtain and turning off the lights, going for the doorknob. “Thought you said your dad wasn’t home.” Connor says as you lock the door. “Never know when he will be.”

When you join him on the bed, his hands at the hem of your shirt, you stop him with a touch on his wrist. “Um, I don’t…”

“Oh, shit, did I go too far? I’m sorry–“

“No, no! I want it, I really do, but… you know...” He realized how nervous you were, remembering you haven’t done anything like this before. He gives you a gentle kiss on your forehead, tucking your hair behind your ear. “You know I have. You trust me?” He asks, giving you doe eyes you’ve never seen before. You nod, emitting a chuckle from him. “Let me take care of you then.”

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Sex was one thing. Having sex with your best friend is another.

It’s either your dad stayed at work all night or he’s in grave danger, given you haven’t heard him scream out of pure horror, then yell at you first thing in the morning. You woke up unbothered, naked, and held by your best friend. Unless this whole thing changed your relationship.

Were you even friends anymore? Was this a friends with benefits thing now? But he practically confessed to you yesterday, unless he was high. But he didn’t smoke anything, and the room doesn’t smell that bad…

One thing is for sure: Connor Murphy knows how to fuck.

Maybe it was the fact that you were a complete virgin or that you did whatever he asked you to, but you swear you could still feel how you felt last night when he was in you.

Your head rests on his arm, wrapping around you and holding you close to him. The ends of his hair touch your own head, and you blow them out of the way. You can feel him move, and he groans, meaning you woke him up. You lean into him more, feeling his fingers lightly brush your side. You feel his head turn, his hair moving from your head.

“Hi.” He says, peering down at you. You look up at him, noticing his gaze. “Hi.”

He plants a kiss on your forehead, his fingers moving to brush through your hair. “I think I passed out after.” You say, hearing him chuckle. “You did. When I came back to clean up, you were nearly snoring.”

“Oh god, I snore?”

“Loudly.”

He notices you going silent, immediately worried. “I was just joking! Well, kind of, you snore, but not loudly. Not like a dad snore.” You giggle into the side of his arm, followed by a brief moment of silence. “What are we now?”

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t think friends confess their undying love for each other and tie it off with sex.”

He pauses, hearing quiet hums come from his mouth. “Can I be your boyfriend, then?” He feels you nod against his arm while you hum in response. “Yeah.” You get out from under the covers, going to stand up until a brief pain shoots up your legs.

Memories of the night before suddenly come rushing in. “Fuck those jocks, I’m the only one who can see you like this.” He said, after making a mess of you with only his fingers.

He really fucked you good last night.

You curse under your breath, legs weak as you stare at the scattered clothes on the ground, tossing your own into the laundry basket by your door. You grab a new change, turning around and noticing Connor staring at you the whole time, an expression you can’t make out.

“I was that good? Your legs are shaking.” You roll your eyes and throw his shirt at him after putting on a pair of shorts. “Shut up. A real boyfriend would help me and not make fun of me.” He fake pouts, getting out of bed and putting on his own clothes.

You turn on the TV downstairs, the morning news playing and showing the date as Friday.

Friday.

Shit.

You’re beyond late.

“Turns out there was a gas leak so there’s no school. That works out great for us.” Connor says as if he could read your mind. You hear the garage door open, meaning your dad had just come home from work. He enters the room, seeing both of you standing by the kitchen counter.

“Shouldn’t you two be at school?” Is the first thing your dad says, eyeing both of you. “Cancelled. Gas leak.” You feel Connor’s hand rest at your hip, wanting to swat it away but knowing your dad already saw it just by the look on his face. “Did he use protection? I know you’re on those pills, but–“

“Oh my god, yes, he did, look– can we talk about this later?” Your dad shrugs and nods before heading for the stairs, hearing Connor laugh beside you. “How did he know?” You panic, placing toast on both your plates. “Maybe he saw your legs shaking from there.”

“Shut up.”

“Make me.”

You glare at him, giving him a brief kiss before bringing both your plates to the table. He quite literally does as you say, keeping quiet the entire time he eats his breakfast.

You should do that more often.

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You knew that Connor was a very mischievous person. He always has been.

He’d skip classes, casually threaten people as if it were nothing, smoke weed; he nearly flushed firecrackers down a toilet once. He didn’t go through with it because you told him not to.

He was also mischievous in terms of your relationship.

He let you leave hickeys wherever you saw fit, in places visible and invisible. You were more wary of it. He showed them off proudly; well, not really proudly, he just didn’t mind if people saw or stared at him with hanging jaws. He couldn’t be bothered to cover them— the only time he did care was when his family would point them out.

He’d sneak out and go to your place frequently; he always preferred your house over his, mostly because he felt like he had a parent he could actually tolerate (and love). If your dad were to ever barge in, he’d stare at Connor, then at you, then at Connor’s bag, and ask if he had protection before leaving and closing the door. Connor always said yes.

It was also a convenient reminder for you to lock your door anytime Connor was in your room, since most of the time nights would always end in sex.

You fumbled for your keys to unlock the front door, Connor’s lips on yours when you stumbled inside. You didn’t notice a bunch of men in the living room, including your dad, holding beer bottles and staring at you until you saw them out of the corner of your eye. “Welcome back. How was the party?” Your dad asks, as if he didn’t see the escapade between you and your boyfriend.

“It was shhh– It sucked. Yeah. It sucked. Hi.” You mutter the last part, eyes quickly dashing over everyone who’s attention is taken away from the game on the TV. “Um, we’re just gonna… yeah.” You drag Connor with you out of their sight and upstairs.

“Does he have–“

“Yes!”

You slam your door shut, locking it, seeing Connor visibly nervous. “What’s wrong? Are you okay? Was the party too much?”

“A little bit. And then… your dad’s friends just staring at us. I don’t know– anxiety? This is a stupid thing to be worried about.” You sit down next to him, hugging him while rubbing his back. “Don’t worry about them, okay? They’ve probably done the same when they were younger.”

You feel him sigh into your shoulder, his voice muffled.

“Thank you.”

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don’t grow up too fast. don’t leave me in the past. as long as you never change who you are, i know in your heart i’m never far. 🎧

#connor murphy #connor murphy x reader #dear evan hansen #dear evan hansen musical #mike faist #fanfiction

[theromcommotel]

CONNOR MURPHY !!

“MAKE ME HAPPY !!”

prompt: y/n is over for dinner meeting the murphy’s, y/n happened to say something that made connor smile, why would his family be so shocked about that?

requested: imaginationlast

warnings: out of character connor/none(?)

connor murphy x gender neutral!reader

“so y/n, what exactly do you plan to do after you and connor graduate?” larry murphy asked from across the dinner table.

“well, sir, quite frankly i’m not sure yet.” you said, giving a small awkward laugh at the end, quite embarrassed.

“it’s okay, y/n, sweetie, connor doesn’t know what he wants to do yet either.” cynthia smiled, it’s like she knows my every move, you thought. lary gave a small shake of his head, showing slight disappointment, as it was obvious zoe knew what she wanted to do.

“well, connor will figure it out, he’s just cool like that. he can do almost anything just, on the fly like that.” you said, giving the two parents a small smile.

connor looks up from his food, for the first time since you and connor had left his bedroom, more specifically he looks up at you. “thank you, n/n.” he says, smiling at you, but going back to his food.

“what?” zoe gasped, with a confused look on her face.

“exactly what i’m thinking, connor are you high-?” lary began, but was interrupted by their guest.

“i’m sorry what, i’m a little confused, heh.” you said giving a small, bashful, smile.

“oh my god, i knew it! i knew it would come!” cynthia said, hugging you from across the table.

“what would come?” you asked, even more confused.

“the day connor would smile.” zoe said bluntly.

you have a confused look, unsure of what they meant.

“as you may know, connor struggles, a lot. we don’t even remember the last time connor ever smiled. he’s been so alone for so many years, we’re just…glad he has you.” cynthia smiled.

you were so confused, what do they mean connor doesn’t smile? he always smiles around you? i mean, you knew he struggled but you never knew this badly? and speaking of, when was the last time his family saw him smile? you began to wonder if-

“i don’t get why it’s a big deal.” connor said, rolling his eyes at his mother, who was just previously rambling and on the brink of tears.

“y/n makes me happy, they always have, and always will.” connor shrugged, getting up to put his plate away. his family - and you, more flabbergasted then before.

heyooo!! hope y’all enjoyed this one!! sorry it was so short lol, i couldn’t think of all that much for this.

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-hermy <3

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[datingdonovan]

would anybody read a DEH fic where they dated in hs/college but are now in their mid20s and have been estranged for several years post breakup and know nothing about each other anymore when Evan calls Connor out of the blue? I mean like this

“Can I— Jesus, I know how this sounds. I’m so sorry to ask this. Please know I’m so sorry, Connor.” Connor took a deep breath. Then another. Then another. “I mean, nighttime is when I feel the worst. Can we just— can I just stay on the phone? Fuck.” There was the light tap of skin on skin near the receiver, maybe Evan touching his forehead or temple, putting his hand over his eyes. “I promise I won’t be weird or pervy or something. Like, I don’t even need to hear you. I promise I’ll just do my work and study and stuff. I just want to have you on the other end.” Connor blinked several times, his teeth clenched. “Like, I just want to know you’re there, literally immediately, in case I need something. I just—” “Don’t want to be alone. Yeah. I get it.” Connor ran a hand through his hair. “That’s fine. As long as you’re quiet by the time I go to sleep."

I mean I think im cooking no matter what I just want to know if anybody's gonna eat

#dear evan hansen #deh #can't believe I might be committing to this idea #the stuff of cece #fanfiction #this is a sneak peek its not DONE YET hooligans its gonna probably be so long #Evan Hansen x Connor murphy #connor murphy #tree bros #Evan hansen

[thatwriterchaotic]

Noisy Neighbors Chapter 4

Summary: It had been two weeks since you last saw Murphy at his apartment, your job was going well and you two have been calling back and forth. It was Saturday finally, the night you planned to share drinks at McGintys to celebrate.

Pairing: Murphy MacManus x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: [18+], slow burn, complicated feelings, miscommunication, fluff, little bit of angst because why not. drinking, cursing, mentions of drug use, smoking.

Your POV:

It was Saturday, the weekend. The one thing you where looking forward to all week. You where excited about your job. Happy that you found something that paid well. But a certain MacManus brother was keeping your attention. You and Murphy had been calling back and forth. Talking about anything and everything.

Hearing your phone ring made you so excited. Hoping each time it was Murphy on the other side. It was just easy to talk to Murphy, and you both bonded over similar interest. Happy that you where getting closer as friends. You both had agreed to meet at McGintys tonight for drinks. You had been spending all afternoon trying to find something to wear. You were so nervous about this. But it was just drinks with Murphy!? You shouldn't be this nervous.

Finally deciding on a nice pair of jeans and tank top. You threw on your jacket and grabbed your purse. Hearing your phone buzz near by, you looked around and found it laying on your bed. You grabbed it and answered. “Hello?” You said with a small smile on your face.

“Hey there las, miss me yet?” You herd Murphy's voice through the phone. Making your heart flutter, feeling your nerves just wash away. Something about him just made you feel calm and relaxed. “Murphy I just saw you this morning in the hall” You said giggling through the phone. Hearing his chuckle come back, only made your stomach flutter with butterflies. “Meet me in the hall in a few minutes? Got a little surprise for ya” Murphy said to you before ending the call. A surprise? You wondered what it could be.

That's when there was a knock at your door. Slipping on your shoes, you opened it. Seeing Murphy stand there with a beautiful bouquet of flowers in his hands. He looked so cute, the mix of flowers just made his blue eyes pop. “Got you these to celebrate getting hired, hope ya like them love” Murphy said as he handed you the flowers. You took the flowers and walked back into your apartment to put them in water. Murphy followed you. “Oh their beautiful Murphy, but you didn't have to buy me anything” You said as you set them up.

“I wanted too, you deserve them lass” Murphy said as he stood next to you leaning against the counter. You couldn't stop smiling. Murphy was such a sweet guy. He made you laugh. You looked up at him, wanting to kiss his cheek for being so kind to you. You didn't even give it a second though. You leaned up and kissed his cheek softly. Seeing a smile appear on Murphy's face. “Thank you Murphy” You said softly. He offered his arm to you. “Ready to go las?” He smiled down at you. You took it and grabbed your purse. Ready for the night a head. “Let's go” You said as you both walked out of your apartment.

Tonight you thought it would be with Connor and Rocco as well. But they weren't around when you had arrived with Murphy. Maybe they would come by later. You and Murphy got seats at the bar. It was quiet packed. Being the weekend and all. Music blared from the stereo near by. It was quiet nice actually. Seeing everything be so lively. “There's someone I want ya to me, This is Doc. Don't mind his cussin he can't help it” Murphy said with a small smirk. An older gentleman behind the bar greeted you both.

“Aye, shut it boy. Didn't know F-Fuck- you were bringing a lady tonight” He said with the sweetest smile. He kind of reminded you of your grandfather. “Hello it's nice to meet you Doc, I'm (Y/N)” You said with a polite smile. Wanting to be nice towards Doc. Murphy asked Doc for his regular and whatever you would like. Doc nodded his head and already started on it. Helping other customers as well. You and Murphy talked back and forth for a bit. Just about how your days went and your new job.

Then Doc came back placing your drinks on the bar. “On the house! M-Murphy told me all about your new job” Doc said with a smile. You didn't know Murphy talked about you. You thought it was really sweet of him. You looked over a Murphy, noticing a small shade of pink on his cheeks. “Awe thank you Doc! That's really kind of you” You thanked him as you took a sip of your drink. You where happy to finally have nice people in your life. It had been lonely these last few months. When you first moved to Boston.

That's when Connor and Rocco came crashing into the bar. They greeted you both with big smiles. Connor gave you a hug, happy to see you. Rocco pulled up two extra chairs for them to sit next to You and Murphy. “Hey you said you had plans with a girl, I didn't know you meant (Y/N)” Connor said as he patted his brothers back. “Yeah! We came in here just to make fun of ya and get some drinks” Rocco added on as they sat down. Getting drinks from Doc behind the bar. You noticed a annoyed looked on Murphy's face. He shoved his brother a bit making him stumble. “Told ya both to find somewhere else tonight” Murphy said getting irritated with his brother and close friend. You gently touched Murphy's arm with a small smile. “How about we go play darts? They can sit here and get drunk” You suggested wanting to make the situation better for Murphy.

You felt him relax a little under your touch. Grabbing both of your drinks, Murphy turned to follow you. You lead the way walking through a small crowd of people. Eventually getting to the dart board at the side of the room. Murphy set your drinks down at the near by table. “Thanks for that lass, I just wanted to spend time with you to be honest” Murphy said with a small smile. He walked up to the board and pulled out the darts handing some to you. “It's okay Murphy, I wanted it to just be us too. Kinda missed you with everything going on” You said as you took the darts from him. You threw back and forth, not really keeping track. Just enjoying each other's company. “Yeah I know, I like spending time with you” Murphy confessed. You felt your cheeks flush a little as you took sips from your drink. “Really? I mean we don't do much besides talk on the phone Murph” You said with a laugh. Setting your drink down. “So? Hearing your voice is the best thing about my days” Murphy looked at you with after he threw another dart. Stepping closer towards you. “Makes everything else just wash away” Murphy said making you smile.

“Are you always such a flirt with every girl your friends with?” You said teasing Murphy, almost making him spit out his drink. You giggled at his reaction. “Oh shit, here let me help” You said as you grabbed a napkin. Standing infront of Murphy you wiped at the small wet stain on his jacket. Murphy smiled and gently lifted your chin, making you look up at him. “Only if she lives next door and has the prettiest smile I've ever seen” Murphy said softly to you. Your hands rested on his jacket. Holding him close by the edges. You felt like it was just You and Murphy standing in this bar. The sounds around you faded out. A small gap was between you two. Your noses almost touching.

You kept looking down between his lips and those beautiful blue eyes. That's when Murphy leaned in and closed the gap between you. His lips felt so soft against yours. You kissed Murphy back until he quickly pulled away from you. “I'm sorry lass, I really shouldn't have done that” Murphy quickly started apologizing as he let go of you. His cheeks flushed red. You quickly cupped the side of Murphy's cheek wanting him to calm down. “Hey, Murphy it's okay, I wanted you too” You said softly. A smile spread across your face. Murphy looked calmer once you told him it was okay.

“You wanted me to kiss you?” Murphy said with a big smile on his face. You gushed at his dorkiness. Nodding your head as you laughed. Murphy leaned down and kissed your cheek this time instead. “Maybe I should kiss you more than” Murphy suggested as he nuzzled himself into your neck. You loved the attention from Murphy, you really did but you also didn't want to ruin your friendship. Worried you would become a one night stand to him.

“Murphy, look I really like being with you, but I don't want to be someone's one night stand” You said. Making him move away from your neck. Standing infront of you so you where face to face. Like he would ever treat you like that- Murphy wanted to worship the ground you walk on. Not ever wanting to break your heart. “How about I take you on a date? Do this the right way?” Murphy said wanting to make all these negative thoughts go away. You smiled a little and nodded your head. Excited about what's to come with Murphy..

#murphy macmanus fanfiction #murphy x reader #murphy macmanus #the boondock saints #connor murphy #the walking dead #daryl dixon #twd daryl #daryl x reader #twd fanfiction #daryl dixion imagine #daryl imagines #my writing #writer #writers on tumblr

[homosexual-newsboy]

WHICH CHAPTER DO THEY GET TOGETHER IN IN THE DESPERATE TYPE SOMEONE HELP

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[happyandticklish]

Reluctant Muse

Notes: Commission for @ticklishraspberries. Thank you so, so much for being patient as I worked on this through finals and getting back into the flow of my normal life, you’re seriously amazing and I’ve loved having you as such a loyal customer, even if it is to fuel our mutual love for conguel lol. This fic is set somewhere during their college years, and I had a lot of fun getting to explore all the little details of their lives together <3 I hope you enjoy it!

Summary: Connor’s growing interest in art holds unanticipated consequences for Miguel.

The fascination had started as doodles, drawn miscellaneously on the margins of his notebook or the palm of his hand when Connor was bored in class. Back then, Miguel was still a stranger to Connor, but he sat next to the other in class and watched him as the clock ticked by slower and slower by the minute. Somehow, watching him made mind-numbing lectures far easier to withstand. Miguel’s gaze would follow the swirling structures climbing up the boy’s wrists that always ended in an explosion of some sort in his palm, whether that be a skull cracking open or fire licking up his fingers. Everything with him had been violent like that back then.

By the time Miguel finally got to know him, the doodles had evolved into sketches. This period of art was more realistic. It seemed that anything and everything was a subject of focus for Connor’s imagination, and Miguel would peek over at his notebook from time to time to find gardens, trees, buildings, landscapes, and, most importantly, people, etched out in shaky pencil. People had become his favorite subject senior year. He liked to capture the emotions on their faces, the hidden pains and joys that fell through the cracks of perception for most. Miguel had tried to question him further about it, but Connor was cagey with his art. He suspected it was because he was worried that talking about it would ruin it somehow—ruin the the sanctity of the hobby.

He had drawn Miguel once too. Maybe more than once, but Connor had made sure to keep his art tucked away after Miguel had caught a glimpse of that first picture. He still remembered the flush of Connor’s ears when he had pointed it out. “Well, you’re around a lot,” Connor had mumbled at the time, not defensively at all. “It would be weird not to draw you.”

Then, time had gone on, and shared looks had become a kiss and high school had turned into several classes at a local community college in their area. Miguel was attending a nearby university (he had been offered something farther away, but he didn’t want to think about the prospect of leaving their little town), and the two would meet up after classes to grab lunch or dinner or coffee and talk. Miguel would share trivia about the latest old English or Scandinavian town he was learning about in this or that history class and Connor would shyly pipe in with a note or two about whatever new technique he had learned—always from Professor Simmons’ class.

Simmons was an old, sarcastic man with a wispy grey head of hair that always stuck out in the back as though he had just woken up on it. Miguel had met him a few times while coming to pick Connor up from classes. He was eccentric in a way that was perfect for an art teacher and strange to see in anyone over the age of sixty. Connor loved him though, and Miguel loved Connor, so he listened with rapt attention as Connor rambled on about him.

“So monochromatic is all one color, right? Which means it’s important to play around with layers and shading as you go along, which can be a bitch if you’re working with oil paints.” Connor reached into his bag, pulling out a sketchbook whose edges were torn from use. He flipped open to a page where half of a young girl around the age of six was detailed in varying shades of purple. “See, the trick is giving the illusion of depth by playing around with perspective, as there’s no natural transition between colors.”

Miguel carefully twisted the pad to face himself, squinting at the crinkled eyes in the photo. “Is that Zoe? As a little girl?”

He was worried he had said something wrong for a moment from the way Connor went silent, but when he looked up. Connor was blushing. He picked neatly at the rips in his jeans. “I found the photo back at home when I was visiting this winter. I thought it might be nice for her to have. You know. Solidify old memories and all that.”

Warmth flooded Miguel’s chest, but he bit back his grin at the last moment, settling for a fond smile instead. The relationship between the Murphy siblings was still a tenuous one, but it was getting better with time. They talked to each other now, and sometimes he could have sworn that Zoe looked genuinely excited when he would accompany Connor home. That being said, Connor didn’t like to talk about it that much, so Miguel felt it was best to let it go for now and let him have his moment.

Eventually, by each of their sophomore years, Connor’s interest had transferred to a new canvas—people.

“Do you really need to practice on me?” Miguel asked, arching a brow as Connor perused the selection of markers strewn around the carpet. Even as he protested, Miguel bunched up his sleeve to his shoulder, leaving his bicep on down exposed for whatever Connor had planned for him. In truth, he was slightly excited that Connor had chosen him as his latest work of art. He felt strangely honored by it. “I hardly think a tattoo is going to work the same as a Sharpie.”

“You have to sketch the design out first anyway,” Connor muttered distractedly. He finally stumbled across a normal black Sharpie, holding it up triumphantly as he turned back towards the other. “Besides, I’m running out of space on myself—I need fresh skin.”

Exotic colors spiraled up Connor’s arms and legs as evidence for this. The cool, September weather was still warm enough that it necessitated shorts, and Miguel forced his eyes away from the trail of languid fish swimming up Connor’s thigh. “You know, I don’t appreciate being your guinea pig.”

Connor snorted, gently taking Miguel’s arm and settling it into his lap. They both pretended not to notice the wave of goosebumps that scattered up Miguel’s arm at the touch. “Please. You love being my guinea pig.”

“Fair argument. How about some middle ground? I get to pick the design.”

“Not a chance—I want this to look good, remember?”

Miguel barely had a chance to be mock offended at the statement before the cool marker tip touched down on the skin of his shoulder. It was an odd sensation. Not bad, per se, but weird, and Miguel couldn’t help but tense up as Connor circled small little bubbles over his shoulder.

“You okay?” Connor asked, but his eyes weren’t on Miguel as he fell into that scarily intense focus he went into while working with his art. Miguel would normally be jealous at the lack of attention, but as the marker squiggled quickly down his arm he was grateful that Connor wasn’t looking at him.

“Just cold, is all.””

“Sorry. I’ll try to be careful.”

Miguel gripped the carpet as the seconds went by, forcing his features into a stoic mask that he didn’t feel. The marker didn’t just feel weird—it tickled. Not enough to push him to laugh, but enough that he was having difficulty staying still. He closed his eyes when the felt tip skated around his inner elbow, biting back a small grin.

Fuck.

“Are you almost done?” he asked, hoping he sounded far more nonchalant to Connor than he did to himself. The secrecy of this wasn’t entirely necessary, but the reality that Miguel was ticklish had not yet entered their lives and he wasn’t eager to speed up the process. He had sent Connor into far too many shrieking fits of laughter to bring up the possibility of revenge now.

Connor did look at him then and Miguel flushed. “I’m nowhere near done, I just started. Are you sure you’re okay? You’re acting awfully…” Connor squinted. “Fidgety.”

“The marker’s cold,” Miguel managed, the protest half-hearted and weak even to his own ears. Connor kept looking at him for a moment longer but eventually decided that whatever Miguel was lying about wasn’t dire enough that he needed to get to the bottom of it now. The marker touched back down on his arm and Miguel inhaled sharply, clenching his fist.

When the marker darted inside his elbow after several minutes of this subdued torture, Miguel briefly considered snatching it out of Connor’s hands to snap it in half. It squiggled and spiraled and scribbled quickly around the area, forcing a stupidly huge grin to jerk its way onto Miguel’s face. His arm trembled from the effort of keeping it in place. If he could just bend it, even a little…

“Tickle?”

Miguel froze. He snapped his head up to look at Connor, but the other boy was too absorbed in his task to meet his gaze. He coughed, his throat suddenly very dry. “I’m sorry?”

“At first I wasn’t sure if I was just imagining it, so I just kept going over the same area to see if I was right. I didn’t even realize someone could be ticklish there, but you were squirming an awful lot for a cold marker.”

He spoke softly and casually as if Miguel wasn’t slowly burning his way through the floor out of embarrassment. The worst part was, he was still going over that damned spot, leaving Miguel no way to protest the fact when his arm kept twitching insistently against the marker’s path.

“Uh, yeah,” he mumbled, trying and failing to match Connor’s relaxed attitude. “A little, I guess. It’s just hard to stay still when you go lightly like that.”

“Hmm.”

The marker squiggled once more in the area and Miguel bit his lip, his eyes squinting shut as he endured the gentle sensation. Now that his theory had been proven, Connor’s lips were ticked up into a half-grin. Miguel was amusing him. Normally, this was a good thing. Now, it made Miguel want to crawl inside of himself.

Experimentally, Connor began on a swooping flower design down his forearm, a quick, featherlight touch that made Miguel scrunch a bit into himself as he held back a laugh. The strokes were definitely quicker now and clearly intended to tickle as opposed to before, but Connor wasn’t mocking him as he’d suspected. Instead, he was staring down at his arm as if transfixed, his eyes following each twitch and subtle movement of Miguel’s arm in his lap.

“It’s cute,” he said after a while, and Miguel noticed a faint dusting of pink over his cheeks, which caused Miguel to blush in turn. He was the one being tickled after all—if anyone should be embarrassed, it should be Miguel, not Connor.

“Yeah, right,” Miguel scoffed, but he had to admit that the words set him more at ease. So much so that he almost laughed when Connor began to color in the petals along his wrist. Almost. “It’s embarrassing is what it is.”

“Is it embarrassing that I’m ticklish?”

“What?” Miguel wrinkled his brow. “No. It’s adorable how easy it gets you worked up.”

“Then, the same applies to you.”

Miguel opened his mouth to retort back before realizing he really didn’t have a reply to that. He settled on staring out the sunny window across from them, his mouth sent into a scowl that was so fake it was almost comical. “You know, you’re not allowed to use my own logic against me.”

“Ah, is that how it is?”

Miguel almost replied before noticing the other’s grin. His own blush amplified—he wasn’t used to Connor being the one to mess with him. But Connor seemed to take on a new confidence while drawing, almost as if the talent was serving as a shield. Here, he was not merely Connor, but an artist. And artists, evidently, had no qualms about teasing their much bigger, much stronger boyfriends.

Miguel kind of liked it.

After that, these little drawing sessions of theirs grew more and more frequent. After a few months, Connor had acquired a gig working under a real tattoo artist and no longer needed the amateur practice, but they both continued the charade for what Miguel suspected were very similar reasons.

“Hold still.”

“I’m trying.”

“Well, try harder.”

Muffled giggles spilled throughout the dim room as Connor’s paintbrush carefully drew across the line of Miguel’s bare hip. A small lamp on Miguel’s desk provided them with light against the overbearing darkness outside. Miguel’s roommates were out of town, so the apartment remained blessedly empty aside from the two of them. They had been alone together before on many occasions and had done almost everything they could without veering too much out of their comfort zones, but this still felt more intimate somehow. Miguel’s shirt was rucked up to his chest, Connor’s fingers tucked into the hem of his jeans to reveal the soft edge of his hip, and his face was flushed a dizzying pink from his drunken laughter.

Miguel usually had to be either drunk or high for these sessions. Without the mental lubricant, he never would have dared to ask for this.  

“Does it really tickle that much?” Connor asked, a touch of genuine incredulity creeping into his voice. “I’m barely even touching you.”

Miguel wasn’t confident in his abilities to verbally communicate, so instead he nodded, huffing out a tense laugh when the brush skated underneath the bone. It was somehow worse to watch it happen, so instead he closed his eyes and tried to lose himself in the sensation. The cold burn of the paint. The soft stroke of the brush. The warmth of Connor’s fingers pressed like an iron against his skin. He felt light and jittery all at once, like electricity was running through his skin. His hands were gripped in the sheets so that they didn’t come flying down to his defense.

He could practically feel Connor’s eyes on him, though his own vision was obscured by the milky blackness of his eyelids.

“Where do you want me to go?”

Without speaking, Miguel reached down and patted around for Connor’s wrist. When he found it, he gently dragged it, and the paintbrush in turn, up to the trembling skin of his stomach. He heard a soft chuckle in response.

“You must really want this tonight, huh?”

He didn’t have to respond, a fact Miguel appreciated. Once Connor had found out that he was ticklish, Miguel had realized that any tickle fights that cropped up between them had grown wildly uneven. Then, Miguel squirmed and laughed and begged and got revenge like any other boyfriend who didn’t have a quickly growing obsession with the concept. But in these moments, he didn’t have to protest and pretend like he wasn’t loving every second of what was happening. In these moments, Connor could drown him in sweet teases and loving touches that made his mind blur, and all Miguel had to do was lay there and take it. It was usually the moment that Miguel finally broke his vow of silence that Connor knew it was time to draw things to an end.

He tensed when the brush skated across his stomach, a grin fluttering nervously at his lips. His hand fled Connor’s wrist to find refuge in a blanket once more, the ticklish sensations already digging at his self-control. Over the past few months, they had discovered a plethora of ticklish spots that even Miguel himself hadn’t known about, but none had been quite so bad as his stomach.

A breath of a laugh escaped him as Connor began sly circles around the area, a horrendously sensitive cycle that only seemed to get worse as it went on. He let himself sit there, however, needing it to tickle tonight. It had been too long since the last time they’d done this and Miguel was starving.

However, after a minute or two of this same strategy, whimpers began to join in the giggles as Miguel’s hips started to buck in protest.

“If it tickles too much, I can always stop.”

Miguel’s leg came up and lightly knocked Connor in the side, a pleading don’t you dare and an annoyed shut up. Connor’s eyebrow ticked up slightly at the jab and it sent butterflies swarming throughout Miguel’s stomach.

“Oh, is that how you’re gonna play it?”

The teasing circles were replaced by quick, swift strokes that broke down the last of Miguel’s defenses and sent torrents of stuttered laughter falling out at last. “You’re in far too ticklish of a situation to be getting cocky now. Ah, ah, ah, don’t bring your hand down now. You might accidentally do something stupid with it like try to stop me.”

It was both amazing and infuriating how the only times Connor seemed able to get the word out without turning into a blushing fool was when he was set on teasing Miguel.

Still, Miguel’s hand obediently went back up and he forced himself to stay as still as possible, allowing the gentle tickles to overload his brain before tomorrow’s sobriety would ruin the moment with overdue waves of embarrassment.

It was nearly four months into this tradition of theirs before Miguel was able to finally turn the tables.

Connor was staying late in the studio that night to finish up a project that was due, and Miguel had been sent as the ambassador of their little friend group to force him to turn in for the night so he didn’t pass out from exhaustion. It was nearing late March by then, but winter had refused to give up its grip on the weather and so Miguel was still sporting a snug flannel and a hot chocolate clasped in his hands that was his peace offering in case Connor was difficult.

The lights were still on when he walked in, unfortunately. Connor was sitting curled up in a chair by the window, a half-finished page of sketches open on the table in front of him.

“Connor.”

“Five more minutes, they can start the movie without me.”

“It is well past that by now. I’m here to make sure you find your way into a bed at some point.”

Connor snorted half-heartedly at that, which was a good sign, unlike his gaze which had refused to lift off of his paper. “Are you hoping it’ll be yours?”

“I’m hoping it’ll be any if it means you won’t fall asleep in the middle of your classes again.”

Connor did pause at that. His pencil hesitated over the page as he debated the pros and cons of listening to his boyfriend. “Ten more minutes. Ten more minutes and I’ll promise I’ll head out, really.”

Miguel sighed. He set the hot chocolate down on a table far enough away that a spill wouldn’t cause a mental breakdown and came to sit beside Connor. He gripped the edges of the sketchpad and carefully pried it out of Connor’s reluctant hands.

“Miguel—”

“You can get your ten more minutes, but they have to be on my terms.”

Connor wrinkled his brow at him only for his confusion to deepen when Miguel snatched up an errant pen on the table, snagging Connor’s arm as well. He carefully rolled up the other’s sleeves, grateful that Connor seemed transfixed enough by the sudden touch to not question his actions. It was only when he uncapped the pen and placed the tip down upon bare skin that Connor finally got the hint. He started to tug on his trapped arm, but Miguel was far stronger than him under normal circumstances and now he had a point to prove.

“No, c’mon—this isn’t fair!”

“You’re just getting your ten minutes, that’s all.” Miguel smirked up at him. “It’s not my fault that you didn’t specify whether the canvas had to be paper or not.”

Connor’s giggles were already filling the room, wild, breathy things that made Miguel’s heart catch in his throat. Unlike Miguel, whose laughter had to be carefully coaxed into the open, Connor’s laughter was infectious and impossible to hold back no matter how much the brooding future artist wanted to.

“It tihihickles!”

“I believe I’ve made that same argument about this same spot many a time before, and yet you have never once shown any sympathy.”

“That’s different, I was practicing—oh my god, Miguel, cut it out!”

The giggles were wild and free now as the pen began to squiggle over the center of his palm. Connor was half-heartedly pulling away, but it was clear he did not mind as much as he was insisting. Still, he held up the petty act no matter how obvious of a lie it was. “I need to get this homework done.”

“You need sleep,” Miguel reiterated. “If you come with me now, I’ll stop. Otherwise, I’m afraid you’ll have to serve as my canvas for your whole ten minutes.”

“That’s hahardly fahahair!”

“You’re right, ten minutes isn’t nearly enough time for the design I have in mind. Let’s make it twenty~”

Eventually, Connor did get his revenge, weeks later after Miguel had entirely forgotten about the event, but it was well worth it to pull a giggly, sleepy Connor Murphy into his car later that night to drive back to his apartment for a night of well-deserved rest.  

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After the After Party

A/N: This is an 18+ Mike Faist Smut as per request!

Anon Request: "Hear me out... post award show smut"

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The music at the after party was pumping, making it hard to hear the people around us. I could tell it’s not really Mike’s thing, but he had to attend since he was nominated. We sat on the couch, me with my wine and him with his beer, watching drunk celebrities mingle without the care of paparazzi.

“I still think you should have won,” I whisper, leaning into his side further.

He places his free hand ontop of mine, smiling, “You know, I’m glad I didn’t win.” I turned my head towards him, raising an eyebrow, quizically. “I’m not the best at speeches.” We both laughed at his comment. 

I playfully hit his arm, “You’re good at everything.” He shrugged in response having a sip of his beer. I watched as his expression changed slightly and he glanced around the room before returning to me. 

“And you’re the sexiest girl here,” He said only loud enough for me to hear. I felt his hand sneak around my waist on the couch before feeling him pull me further into him. “I can’t wait to take this thing off you,” he mumbled into my hair as I felt his hand tug lightly at my dress.

“Mike!” I exclaimed, causing him to smirk, “Will you at least wait till we’re home?”

He nodded, “I just can’t help thinkin’ about it, (Y/N).” Placing a quick kiss on my cheek before moving to my ear, “Seriously, how am I supposed to keep my hands off you?” 

I giggled and smirked up at him, “It’s too bad you didn’t win though baby, we could have celebrated.”

“What no celebration for being nominated?” He asked, pretending to be offended. 

“Please,” I laughed, “We did that months ago, remember?” The look on his face told me he definitely did. 

“How about you jog my memory?” He smirked, leaning back and had a sip of his beer, eyeing me playfully.

Before I have a chance to respond, someone I don’t recognize begins to talk to Mike, offering him congratulations on his nomination. I smirk over at him, knowing that he’s distracted enough in conversation and decide to have a little fun. I place my hand on his thigh lightly and I feel the grip he has on me tighten. I look up at his face, he is still looking at the stranger but his eyes are dark and I can tell he is clenching his jaw slightly. I slowly move my hand further up his thigh, leaning in a little more just to keep it discreet. He quickly places his hand on top of mine, keeping it from going any higher, causing me to huff out in annoyance. The stranger walks away after saying goodbye and Mike jumps to his feet, still gripping my hand.

“Time to go,” He says pulling me onto my feet without a glance. 

We hurry out of the club and he hails a taxi quickly and opens the door for me. He gives the address and the ride is completely silent. I keep stealing glances, his look is stern and cold, he’s definitely upset with me.

We get to our destination and hurry to the front door. I watch as he opens it with his keys and gestures for me to go in first. I take a step in and immediately feel him grab me. He closes the door and pushes my body against it, attaching his lips to my neck roughly, causing me to moan.

“You’re such a tease,” he breathes out between kisses. “You know I hate that.” I let out a giggle in response and he sucks harshly, making me gasp. I can feel him smirk against my neck. 

“Sorry,” I say smiling at him sweetly, “I don’t know what came over me.” Mike scoffed in response before pushing himself off me. He grabbed my hand and led me down the hall to the bedroom. I can’t help but feel a rush of excitement, it’s been a while since I’ve teased him. Usually, sex with Mike is filled with passion and he’s so sweet but when I tease him he goes a little wild.

“I want this dress on the floor,” He said sternly as we entered the room. I crossed my arms over my chest in response, looking at him challengingly. “Not a question babe, either you take it off, or I do,” he spoke lowly, taking steps closer, closing the gap between us. “And we both know I won’t be as careful with it.” He smirked down at me, knowing I’d give in at the thought of him ruining my gown. I let out a sigh in defeat before taking a few steps away and slipping the dress on my body, revealing my matching black silky bra and panties.

I looked back over at him to see his eyes scanning my body before coming back up to meet my own. He smirked, starting to losen the tie he wore around his neck then gestured towards the bed. I walked over to it slowly and sat down, not taking my eyes off him. 

Mike started to move closer, “I was already thinking about you babe,” he reached out and ran a hand through my hair. “And then you had to go and tease me like that.” His gentle touch on my hair turned into him grabbing a fistful.

I looked up at him through my lashes, “Well, I just trying to jog your memory, like you told me.”

Mike chuckled slightly, before pushing me down flat on the bed. He looked at me from the bottom of the bed while he undid his shirt, taking it off and flinging it on the floor. I bit my lip watching the way his muscles flexed with his movements.

I gasped slightly at the feeling of his hands on my bare thighs, causing him to smirk at me. He began to lightly trace shapes with his fingers on my thighs as he moved closer to my panty line. I closed my eyes instictually as he slipped a finger into my panties and slowly dragged it along my folds.

“This wet already babe?” He asked, his tone laced with a sense of arrogance. I looked up to see him smiling down at me, “I’ve hardly touched you and you’re practically dripping.”

I groaned slightly, “Mike, please?” I looked up at him with begging eyes and earned a light kiss on my in return.

He quickly slid a finger into my pussy and I gasped at the sudden movement. Mike began to move his finger slowly, back and forth. He leaned in and gently placed kisses on my neck earning a moan from me. 

“That’s my girl,” I could feel him smirking into my neck. He added another finger and I could feel myself beginning to soak my panties. He kissed lower to my chest and used his free hand to play with my bra covered breast. Not before long, his hand moved to my shoulder, removing the bra strap and letting my boobs fall out of the fabric. He began to massage them slowly and the feelling was overwhelmingly good. I bucked my hips into his hands slightly, needing to feel more of him. He added another finger, this time rubbing circles on my clit slowly. 

“Please fuck me,” I moaned out.

He let out a low chuckle and looked up at me, “Not so fast babe, we’re only just getting started.” He pushed himself off of me and stood watching me, only for a moment. His hands gripped my panties and he yanked them off my body, tossing them on the floor. He pulled me to the edge of the bed, positioning himself so he was eye level with my wet pussy. 

“Mike, I-” I started before feeling his tongue on my clit. My hands went to his hair, grabbing lightly, causing him to let out a little moan. He began to eat out my pussy and I became a moaning mess. 

“Scream for me (Y/N).” My eyes closed quickly and I let out a scream of pleasure like he told me to. He quickened his pace, and I could tell I wouldn’t last long. I sat up, pushing him back slightly, causing him to stop abruptly. “What’s wrong?” 

“Nothing,” I smiled sweetly at his confused and concerned expression, pulling him in for a kiss. “I just think it’s time my man gets some attention.” My fingers move to the belt on his pants and quickly undo it. 

Mike smacks my hand away lightly, smiling and finishes undoing the belt himself. I watched his every movement, lust filling my eyes. He quickly pulls down his pants and boxers, letting his member spring free and I instantly grab a hold of it. I begin to pump my hand up and down on his hard cock, making him let out a satisfied moan. I looked up to see he was watching my every move, licking his lips slightly. I understood what he wanted so I leaned in slowly, inching my mouth closer to his dick . I quickly deep throat him, gagging slightly on his size and girth.

“Fuck baby,” He smiled down to me, “You’re so fucking sexy.” He gripped my hair and tilted my head so I’m forced to look up at him. I begin to quicken my pace on his cock, moving my hand to rub his balls slightly in the way he likes it. Mike lets out a groan before bucking his hips, repeatedly fucking my mouth. He stayed like this until he noticed my eyes starting to water, and then pulls his dick out of my mouth. 

I leaned back into the bed as I feel him begin to position himself at my opening. I could feel my face flush with heat and sweat starting to build on my forehead. We simultaneously moaned as his big cock slid into my pussy with ease. He kept a steady pace, rocking his hips into mine as he feverishly kissed my neck. I wrapped my legs around his body, pulling me in closer to him so I could feel more of his size.

“Oh Mike,” I moaned out, “You feel so good inside me.” I could feel my walls closing around his cock as I approached my climax. He let out a throaty moan, showing he could feel how close I was. 

“Let’s cum together baby,” He said placing a kiss on my lips gently. “One…” I could feel Mike thrusting deeper into my pussy and I couldn’t help but moan, digging my nails into his back. “Two…” He quickened the pace, going much faster than before. “Three.”

I felt a wave of release wash through my body as I came hard on him while screaming his name. A moment later, I could feel his warm cum spurt inside my pussy, I moaned at the feeling and closed my eyes. Mike pulled himself out of me and rolled over to lay next to me on the bed. He reached down and grabbed the blanket, pulling it over us both.

“So uh,” He pulled me in closer, snuggling me into his chest. “What would have happened if I won?” His arrogant tone returned again briefly. 

“You’ll have to win to find out,” I mumbled quietly, closing my eyes.

He chuckled lightly, “Goodnight darling.” I felt him place a light kiss on my forehead before I drifted off to sleep.

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[misguidedswagger]

How You and Connor Met & Started Dating [Headcannons]

a/n: hi! i know its been a while since i’ve posted but i’ve been super busy! this has been in the drafts in a while, but i’ve finally had the time to finish it! and yes, ik, shut up obviously this isn’t connor, but just pretend it is. enjoy the headcannons! sorry for the shitty ending lmao

You were a transfer student to Connor's school, as your parents had just gotten new jobs in the area your senior year.

You were in the main entrance, trying to find your way to your homeroom

You were staring at the paper in your hands when you heard an annoying voice say something really rude to someone else, whether it was a joke or not "Very school shooter chic, Connor."

You flew forward before you even realized, "You're an asshole! You don't just say things like that to people!" The boy with the long hair opened his mouth to say something, but you spoke before he could.

"Woah, who's the new kid?" The asshole replied, looking you up and down, "You another freak too? Lovely." He said before walking away

You turned back to the boy you had defended, but he had shrunken into himself. "Hey, are you-"

He flicked his head up to you and yelled at you, “I don’t need saving!” 

And with that, he stormed off, leaving you alone

You were caught off guard, but weren’t too upset. He had a point, he never asked you to step in 

You were only trying to be nice.

Eventually, you found your way to homeroom

You walked up to the teacher and let him know you were the new student

He sat you all the way in the back

Next to Connor

You sat in the seat and began pulling out all your supplies needed for class

Class was pretty uneventful, but you tried your best to pay attention, it was your first day, after all.

In the middle of the lesson, you felt something hit you.

You looked down the piece of paper that had hit you and you looked in the direction it came from, seeing Connor staring out the window

You opened the paper ball and smiled softly at it,

“Thanks.”

You took a pen of a different ink color and wrote a response before you threw it behind you

You didn’t look at Connor, but you could hear the crinkling of the paper 

Before it could make its way back to you, the bell rang. You packed up your belongings before standing up and turning around to face Connor who was awkwardly standing there with the paper ball

“How do you know my name? Did you learn it just to see me freak out? Just so you can see Connor Murphy go crazy? Just like everyone else?” He demanded, moving frantically.

You shook your head and held your hands up defensively, “No, no. I heard that jerk use it early, You don’t have to worry about though. I just want to be friends, I promise.”

He hesitated before a scowl rested on his face, “Liar.” He walked out of the class before you chased after him and grabbed his sleeve

He stopped and looked down at you in surprise, “You’re still following me? Why?”

“Because I want to be friends, Connor! How can I convince you I’m telling you the truth?

He grimaced at you before glancing away for a moment, “What’s your name?”

“Well, my name is Y/n, but you can-”

“Your new name is dork. Where’s your next class, dork?”

He took your schedule and looked over it

“Cool. I have this next class too. Wanna walk together?”

You nodded gratefully, smiling. “I would love that.”

You could’ve sworn he had a small smile on his face before he wiped his mouth and it was gone

Connor had walked with you to your next class and made sure to sit next to you and distract you the whole period with drama about everyone, and who they were. 

“The asshole from earlier was Jared Kleinman. Truly a dickhead if I’ve ever seen one.”

“I agree. I’m so sorry about earlier. You don’t deserve that.” You placed a comforting hand on Connor’s and his hand darted away from yours. He averted his gaze and you retracted your hand

After a moment of quiet, “Is it always like this for you?

You were a little nervous for the answer 

“Yeah.” 

You had never felt so awful for another person in your life.

“Connor, I-”

“What is this about for you? Why are you being nice to me? You have no reason to be. It’s probably because I’m just the weird-”

You obviously weren’t getting through to him, and that wasn’t his fault. This boy was so damaged and it seemed he’d never been treated well

You did the first thing you could think of and you grabbed his hand and held it with both of your hands, causing him to stop speaking halfway through his sentence 

He stopped speaking and accepted your touch, not knowing how else to react, 

You stayed like that the rest of class, no more words being exchanging, only your touch on one another.

The bell had eventually rung and you two had let go to put away your things 

Connor had waited for you, his hands by his sides as watched put your stuff away

You stood up and shyly held out your pinky for him to hook his onto

He shyly accepted and the two of you walked to your next class

You were so grateful to have the same schedule as Connor

You had two more classes before lunch, but after them, you happily pulled the tall boy with you to a table in the corner 

You placed your stuff down and grabbed his hand once again, taking him in line with you

He kept his eyes on your hands, hyper focusing on that, pretending he didn’t hear the whispers about him and you. 

You heard the whispers, but ignored them. You got your food after a while before turning to Connor, “Don’t listen to those assholes. They don’t know how sweet or awesome you are.” 

He offered a smile before looking down sadly and sitting in his designated spot across from you

“No, they’re right. You shouldn’t be hanging out with me, I’m a fucking freak.” 

You grabbed his hand and held it tightly, “You are not a freak, Connor. Please trust me when I tell you that.” You frowned 

He gave you a look, his eyes were sad and yet he had a small smile on his face, “Thank you, Y/n.” 

“Thought my new name was dork, Con?” 

“Oh? Already moving to a nickname for me, dork?” He teased, causing you to roll your eyes and smile 

For the entirety of lunch, the two of you got to know each other. Connor told you about the bullying and how bad it could get, and you listened attentively. 

You squeezed his hand tight, “You are never alone, Con. Promise. I’m always here for you.” You swore, causing him to squeeze your hand tightly

Weeks later

You and Connor had become inseparable or the last few weeks, telling each other everything, always hanging out outside of school 

The Murphy’s loved you, trying to have you over as much as possible

Though, sometimes it got a little overwhelming, so you and Connor would duck into his room, or back to your house

Your family loved Connor too, they wanted him over as much as possible.

Connor had told you and your family about how bad it could get over there sometimes, so your doors were always open to him 

One day though, you weren’t feeling too great because of allergies, so you decided to stay home for the day. 

You shot your best friend a text, ‘not feelin’ the best. staying home td. don’t miss me 2 much lol’

Connor didn’t answer, but you were pretty sure he saw the message. 

An hour or so later, there was a sharp rap on the door and you ran to it, looking out the peephole

A jittery Connor stood outside the door and you swung it open, he flew into your arms almost knocking you over

You stumbled but gained your composure, rubbing his back as you held him as close as you could 

“Woah, hey, what happened?” You asked the boy

He said nothing but pulled a folded up piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to you

You unfolded it and read it quickly, gasping in surprise at the fact that the letter stated how much Evan Hansen liked Zoe Murphy, Connor’s sister.

“He just printed it out to see me freak out. He just wanted to have an excuse to tell the world CONNOR MURPHY IS A FUCKING FREAK!” 

You shook your head and held his face gently in your hands, causing him to freeze and look down at you “What are you-”

“Hey, I’ve got you. Listen to me, Con, I’m sure that wasn’t what he was trying to do. Had he been trying to talk to you while you were in there?”

He went silent for a moment, “I-well, no, but--”

You gave him a look saying, “See?”

He sighed heavily and buried his face in your neck, 

“I was so scared, Y/n. I was going to do something awful.”

Your face paled and your heart rate sped up

He was getting better. You knew it.

But, this was a step in the right direction.

He trusted you enough to confide in you, so he did

“Connor...What were you going to do?”

And immediately after you asked, the tall boy crumpled into your arms, causing you to frown deeply and lead the two of you towards the couch

Connor told you explicitly how he planned to wait until his whole family was out to attempt, and you couldn’t help the tears that began to spill from your eyes. 

“Con, no...” You sniffed and held him close

At first he didn’t reciprocate like normal 

Of course he was wary of anyone’s touch, other than yours

But this felt different somehow

It felt like there was more weight to it. 

Connor nervously wrapped his arms around you and finally returned the hug

“Connor, you mean the world to me, I can’t lose you, especially when I’ve only known you for such a short time. I can’t lose you ever.”

The words rung around Connor’s head like a bell and he couldn’t stop himself from acting on his impulses

He pulled you from his shoulder and cupped your face, kissing you deeply. 

Shocked, you kissed him back, your arms flying around his neck

He suddenly pulled away after a few minutes, a look of concern welded on his face, “I’m so sorry, Y/n. Fuck! You probablly think I’m some fucking weirdo creep, just like-”

You laid a hand on his cheek and his little ramble ceased, 

“What I actually think, is that it’s about time.” 

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@deatheater25  @lunamadhatter99 @shenevertricks1831 @frogssincorner

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[dreaminginpastels]

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[fandomsaremykryponite]

May I ask you some questions about your writing process for your Boondock Saints, The Walking Dead crossover? I’m curious how you approached something that you knew was going to be a long huge story that would take forever to write. Did you plot everything out from the beginning to end? And do you schedule yourself to write a goal each day?

Hi @livingdeadblondequeen

Thanks for the ask! I really like this one.

Tbh, I don’t think I have a real writing process. When I first came up with my fic series, it was really just for fun bc I thought it would be interesting to imagine how things would be affected if the Saints were in TWD. Then, I decided to write my own series and it just exploded from there. It’s kinda the same thing with all my stories (that I’m still working on before I post). Adding my OC was basically me jumping in to the story as well bc why shouldn’t I have fun in all this? Lol.

As for the plot as a whole, it’s kind’ve a mix between plotting everything out and winging it. I did download a timeline app on my iPad specifically to track major stuff through the series as a whole. Specifically figuring out exactly how long each season lasted (timeline wise, not the show’s runtime). Like how long from the virus’s initial outbreak to when Rick was left behind in the hospital, where would all my characters go, who died when and where (and maybe how if the idea comes to me). Since as many of you have probably already read, there are several characters that I’ve kept alive who (at the point of my series) should already be dead. For a few of them, they’re still going to die, but I wanted to give them, I guess, better deaths?? It’s hard to explain as it’s been a while since I’ve actually looked at my story timeline.

Though, I’m gonna go back and make a bunch of new ones later one that follow the rest of the series that I haven’t gotten to yet. Hell, I still don’t entirely know how to finish off the last season. I know what I want, but I need to watch the last season to really see how it ended before I figure out how to work my way there. Though, that probably won’t be until much later. I’m still on season 4 of TWD, which isn’t new information since that’s where I’ve been since I first finished writing season 3 (part 6 which is currently being posted) like almost 2 years ago I wanna say??

If you’re interested in what stories I’m writing, I think I actually wrote it all out in a post long time ago. However, I have made additional stories that I’d like to post one day. Though, it won’t be until I’ve written up to certain points for each story. I like having a bunch already written out so that I have breathing room before I need to write more in case I let myself get caught up writing other stuff (like I am now lol).

As for your last question… I don’t really set a schedule. I just write when I wanna write whenever I can write (which was a lot of times now that I think about it). I don’t set a goal either. I don’t like adding unnecessary pressure that I don’t need. I write because I had a fun story idea that I wanted to make. I share my story online because I thought that there might be others who would enjoy it. And there had been bc I’ve been receiving nothing but love since I first started posting and have always appreciated the support and adored the comments that readers would leave in AO3.

Thanks again for the ask! I really enjoyed this one. If you have any other questions, please feel free to reach out! I love chatting with you all!

Thank you for reading my fic series this far. I hope you continue to enjoy reading my fic series as I have been writing them.

#thanks for the ask! #answered asks #boondock saints fanfic #boondock saints fanfiction #murphy macmanus x reader x connor macmanus #author ramblings #the walking dead fanfiction #daryl dixon fanfiction

[minervadashwood]

Writing an Irish accent.

I was researching this for Reasons, and thought I should share it.

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@green-eyedladywrites @livingdeadblondequeen @darylspissslit @phoenixblack89 @littlegodzilla

#boondock saints #fanfiction #boondock saints fanfic #murphy macmanus #connor macmanus

[jesuistrestriste]

FINALLY POSTED MY NEW DODGE FIC GOOD LORDD that took longer than i expected it to take, i had a pretty busy weekend tbh, but anyways ITS OUT NOW!! WOOP WOOP. Now I’m onto writing pt 2 of my art donaldson fic hehe

#bri if u see this #this one’s for u mwah #mike faist #mike faist nation #mike faist smut #dodge mason #dodge mason smut #dodge mason panic #panic tv show #panic tv series #dodge mason fanfiction #dodge mason fanfic #brokeback mountain #dodge mason x reader #challengers 2023 #challengers movie #art donaldson #newsies #dear evan hansen #connor murphy #look at all those hashtags #oh boy

[theunknownofficial]

ACCEPTING PROMPTS

Hey all, long time no see. It’s been a while since I updated anything and I feel bad leaving for so long. The reasons for this are:

1) I ran out of time to work on it and when I had time I was doing other things. I just lost my job but was previously working 40+ hours a week and running errands on weekends. I was physically and mentally exhausted.

2) What is motivation anymore? Seriously, I’d sit down to work on my WIPs and end up reading on my phone instead until I had to go to sleep.

3) I’m kinda stuck on how to proceed with The New World Orders. Some people have pointed out that I’ve fallen into the “woah is me,” “problematic main character,” trope and I agree. But I also don’t know how to fix it 😂. I have no idea how to finish writing it. Like I know where I’m going with the story and I have everything planned out (like really planned out. Talking my Tism and Hyper-focused obsessiveness made me create a whole ass family tree with personalities and houses and a bunch of other shit for this gen and the next two gens and going back like 4. I seriously have a tree website with 3,000 people on it all for this story. It’s nuts. I have no intention of going into past generations in this and I won’t be expanding past their kids but the fact that my brain could pull that shit and can’t write the next chapter is scary and fucking annoying at the same time). Where I was going with that tangent is I have the big picture, but it’s the individual chapters that are messing me up.

So, having said that, I am obviously in a bit of a slump. I haven’t written anything in what feels like ages and I need to do something a little smaller scaled to get back into things. I will eventually finish my WIP - I have no idea when but I will do it or be damned 😠 ✊🏻👊🏻. I am taking requests right now for one shots. Here’s the specs if you’re interested;

Couples I’m willing to write:

1) Anyone paired in my WIP or if you go to Chapter 6: Chapter 5 there’s an authors note where I list alternative partners, I’m willing to write those as well.

2) Steve x Bucky (MCU), Nat x Clint (MCU), Peter x Deadpool (MCU)

3) Rey x Kylo (Star Wars), Rose x Hux (Star Wars), Finn x Poe (Star Wars), Padme x Anikan/Darth Vader (Star Wars)

4) Kellin Quinn x Vic Fuentes (Sleeping With Sirens and Pierce the Veil), Alex Gaskarth x Jack Barakat (All Time Low), Hyunjin Hwang x Lee Felix (Stray Kids)

5) Evan Hansen x Connor Murphy (Dear Evan Hansen), Zoe Murphy x Alana Beck (Dear Evan Hansen), Michael Mell x Jeremy Heere (Be More Chill), Phantom x Christine (Phantom of the Opera), Veronica x JD (Heathers)

6) Marinette x Adrien (Miraculous Lady Bug), Sam x Dean (Supernatural), Rapunzel x Jack Frost (Disney / Dreamworks), Hiccup x Merida (Disney / Dreamworks), Carly Shay x Freddie Bensen (ICarly), Percy x Nico (Percy Jackson)

I’m not hard-set on these being the only couples I’ll write but these are 100% something I’ll write. You’re welcome to request additional pairs but I can’t guarantee I’ll know any other pairs or be comfortable writing them if I only know them in passing.

Situations I’m willing to write:

Pretty open to any situation but I won’t write anything with kid smut. I like lots of AU’s (Mafia, Hurt/Comfort, Meet Cute, Song fics, Reunions, Pinning, Omegaverse (my personal favorite at the moment), Harry Potter, I’m even open to angst). I will say I’m not much of a switch fan so I won’t write switch smut and I’m pretty set on who tops and bottoms with some of these couples so I may not accept every smut ask for those two reasons.

Feel free to comment on this or send me a messgae. And please share, if you have friends who may not read Dramione but read any other couples I posted above share with them! I wanna do as many of these as possible. I don’t plan on doing any long prompts, I’m not trying to turn these into more fics, but I really want to get back into writing and I think this may be the way to do it. If I get enough requests I’ll separate the one shots by genre (or universe? Not sure how to fraise that but like all Harry Potter in one and Marvel in a different fic) otherwise I’ll just put them all in a one and differentiate in the chapter titles. I’m really hoping I get some responses for this because my head is empty right now and I need someone to tell me what to write 😂. Thanks all! Love you and hope life is treating you well right now.

#requests #fanfiction #au #writing prompt #story prompts #Dramione #draco x hermione #stucky #steve x bucky #spideypool #peter parker x deadpool #peter parker x wade wilson #reylo #rey x kylo #tree bros #connor murphy x evan hansen #boyf riends #michael mell x jeremy heere #hyunlix #hyunjin hwang x felix lee #hwang hyunjin x lee felix #ao3 #imagine your otp #theunknownandunaware #theunknownofficial #the new world orders #writing

[datingdonovan]

Connor and Evan literally every day for the past few months as I’ve been writing this fanfic: and now we are going to give you so much tonal whiplash—

#the stuff of cece #dear evan hansen #fanfiction #tree bros #i feel like this is genuinely what it’s like writing a tree bros romance bc constantly they’re just dodging breakdowns #when one’s up the other is surely down #evan hansen #connor murphy