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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CONNOR MURPHY
i had to die for them to know i was even alive.
NAME: connor allen murphy
AGE: 17
D.O.B: april 20, 1999
SEX: male
OCCUPATION: student
ORIENTATION: bisexual
FAMILY: born to larry and cynthia murphy (alive). only sibling is a younger sister, zoe murphy (alive). partners and children are verse dependent.
PHYSICAL APPEARANCE: long brown hair. blue eyes with a spot of brown in the left one. typically wears all black. leather combat boots and chipped black nail polish. always wearing rings on his left middle finger and right pointer and pinkie fingers.
EDUCATION: one year at hanover preparatory school. the rest of his high school career was spent at the local public school. did not graduate, nor did he go to college.
RELIGION: agnostic
ALIGNMENT: chaotic neutral
ZODIAC: taurus
PERSONALITY:
so you could tell everyone that i’m the fucking freak, right?
sarcastic. sullen. temperamental. socially awkward. insecure. always waiting for the other shoe to drop.
HISTORY:
Connor was born to Larry and Cynthia Murphy on April 20, 1999. The baby was a surprise, but that didn’t stop the new parents from loving their son like they’d planned for him. When Connor was two, Zoe was born. The siblings got along like a house on fire and their parents would always joke that Connor would be the first one Zoe would call if she was in jail and vice versa. As they grew older, however, things changed.
No one really knows what happened to Connor. Larry chalked it up to him just being a teenager. Cynthia didn’t know what to think and so she just tried to ignore it. But it was undeniable. By the time they reached middle school, Connor was a different person. He was moody and destructive and it only got worse as he got older. His parents, having exhausted all their options, decided to send him to a local private school.
Hanover was the best thing that happened to Connor. He could be himself there without fear of ridicule and he met Miguel Nuñez. Miguel and Connor were inseparable. They did everything together. And then Connor took the fall for Miguel and he was shipped back to public school. Public school was a nightmare; no one cared enough to ask what he was feeling and Connor was spiraling more and more each day. It was only a matter of time before he crashed.
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why couldn’t we have brought that feeling home? ; verse - pre canon. connor’s life before the events of the musical/book. he is happy and content with his life. he plays with zoe and is your stereotypical young boy. as he grows, though, his behavior starts to change. it’s not drastic, but those close to him know that he’s different.
i couldn’t even leave a note ; verse - canon. the events of dear evan hansen. connor is a senior in high school and he is miserable, to say the least. he doesn’t like school; he doesn’t like being at home. the only thing he does like is spending time with miguel. more often than not, he’s high on something. this is the lowest point in connor’s life and he kills himself after finding a letter from evan hansen that had, in connor’s mind, some creepy things written in it about his sister.
take the bomb in your head and disarm it ; verse - post canon. connor survives his suicide attempt. some local authorities were patrolling near the park and spotted him. they were able to get him to the hospital in time to save him. he doesn’t know what to do now. he knows he can’t try again—everyone’s watching him too closely. he wants them all to leave him alone. he wants to go back to when no one cared about him. it was easier. he doesn’t like this, this constantly being watched and monitored. cynthia forced him back into therapy and he hates it. he doesn’t want nor need help. he just wants to be done. but maybe he doesn’t. maybe he just needs a nudge in the right direction.
i make my exit ; verse - post canon. ghost verse! connor wakes up at home, confused and disoriented. he can’t interact with anything and no one can see him. it doesn’t take him too long to realize that he’s a ghost. of course he is. he can’t even kill himself properly. he tries to live with his new found not-life, but sometimes it’s hard. he can’t do much unless he gets angry. so he just sort of wanders around, trying to find a way to get himself back to wherever the hell he came from. if he happens to find some kid that’s trying to end their life, he’ll try to step in and talk them out of it. but for the most part, he wanders and waits for some sort of final ending.
almost like zombies ; verse - after conner was expelled from hanover for possession, his parents sent him to a wilderness camp. he would’ve preferred rehab. he’s there for half a year and it’s awful. they’re treated like animals and given very little food. he hates it and wants nothing more than to leave. not that he’d tell anyone that, of course.
none of it was this bonkers ; verse - any and all interactions with muses that do not exist in the deh universe. this includes fandomless ocs. it does not include deh ocs.
ships
he saw me before i saw me ; otp: connor/miguel
darling you are the only exception ; otp: connor/alana
maybe i just wanna be yours ; otp: connor/chrissy
dynamics
if your name was zoe strap in for the ride of your life ; dyn: connor/zoe
my mother preferred to delegate ; dyn: connor/cynthia
a scotch habit doesn’t count you see? ; dyn: connor/larry
now we can both pretend that we have friends ; dyn: connor/evan
miscellaneous
full of fear and fury signifying nothing ; aesthetic
the worst stuff pops up first ; headcanon
all eyes on me ; faceclaim
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CONNOR MURPHY
i had to die for them to know i was even alive.
NAME: connor allen murphy
AGE: 17
D.O.B: april 20, 1999
SEX: male
OCCUPATION: student
ORIENTATION: doesn’t care enough to use a label
FAMILY: born to larry and cynthia murphy (alive). only sibling is a younger sister, zoe murphy (alive). partners and children are verse dependent.
PHYSICAL APPEARANCE: long brown hair. blue eyes with a spot of brown in the left one. typically wears all black. leather combat boots and chipped black nail polish. always wearing rings on his left middle finger and right pointer and pinkie fingers.
EDUCATION: one year at hanover preparatory school. the rest of his high school career was spent at the local public school. did not graduate, nor did he go to college.
RELIGION: agnostic
ALIGNMENT: chaotic neutral
ZODIAC: taurus
PERSONALITY:
so you could tell everyone that i’m the fucking freak, right?
sarcastic. sullen. temperamental. socially awkward. insecure. always waiting for the other shoe to drop.
HISTORY:
Connor was born to Larry and Cynthia Murphy on April 20, 1999. The baby was a surprise, but that didn’t stop the new parents from loving their son like they’d planned for him. When Connor was two, Zoe was born. The siblings got along like a house on fire and their parents would always joke that Connor would be the first one Zoe would call if she was in jail and vice versa. As they grew older, however, things changed.
No one really knows what happened to Connor. Larry chalked it up to him just being a teenager. Cynthia didn’t know what to think and so she just tried to ignore it. But it was undeniable. By the time they reached middle school, Connor was a different person. He was moody and destructive and it only got worse as he got older. His parents, having exhausted all their options, decided to send him to a local private school.
Hanover was the best thing that happened to Connor. He could be himself there without fear of ridicule and he met Miguel Nuñez. Miguel and Connor were inseparable. They did everything together. And then Connor took the fall for Miguel and he was shipped back to public school. Public school was a nightmare; no one cared enough to ask what he was feeling and Connor was spiraling more and more each day. It was only a matter of time before he crashed.
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why couldn’t we have brought that feeling home?//verse - connor’s life before the events of the musical/book. he is happy and content with his life. he plays with zoe and is your stereotypical young boy. as he grows, though, his behavior starts to change. it’s not drastic, but those close to him know that he’s different.
i couldn’t even leave a note//verse - the events of dear evan hansen. connor is a senior in high school and he is miserable, to say the least. he doesn’t like school; he doesn’t like being at home. the only thing he does like is spending time with miguel. more often than not, he’s high on something. this is the lowest point in connor’s life and he kills himself after finding a letter from evan hansen that had, in connor’s mind, some creepy things written in it about his sister.
almost like zombies//verse - after conner was expelled from hanover for possession, his parents sent him to a wilderness camp. he would’ve preferred rehab. he’s there for half a year and it’s awful. they’re treated like animals and given very little food. he hates it and wants nothing more than to leave. not that he’d tell anyone that, of course.
i make my exit//verse - ghost verse! connor wakes up at home, confused and disoriented. he can’t interact with anything and no one can see him. it doesn’t take him too long to realize that he’s a ghost. of course he is. he can’t even kill himself properly. he tries to live with his new found not-life, but sometimes it’s hard. he can’t do much unless he gets angry. so he just sort of wanders around, trying to find a way to get himself back to wherever the hell he came from. if he happens to find some kid that’s trying to end their life, he’ll try to step in and talk them out of it. but for the most part, he wanders and waits for some sort of final ending.
none of it was this bonkers//verse - any and all interactions with muses that do not exist in the deh universe. this includes fandomless ocs. it does not include deh ocs.
ships
he saw me before i saw me//otp: connor/miguel
darling you are the only exception//otp: connor/alana
maybe i just wanna be yours//otp: connor/chrissy
dynamics
if your name was zoe strap in for the ride of your life//dyn: connor/zoe
my mother preferred to delegate//dyn: connor/cynthia
a scotch habit doesn’t count you see?//dyn: connor/larry
now we can both pretend that we have friends//dyn: connor/evan
miscellaneous
full of fear and fury signifying nothing//aesthetic
the worst stuff pops up first//headcanon
all eyes on me//faceclaim
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