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dreaminginpastels · 2 years

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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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lightupsketchersperson · 2 years

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Connor Murphy x Reader

Summary: You are Connor were dating until he started acting strange.

warning: shitty writing

Mentions: Suicide and other possible triggering topics

570 words

No one's POV

When it was the first day of school and the only good thing that came from that is seeing Connor. You and Connor were best friends when you were younger but no one knew about you. You never got to meet his parents or other friends. You of course met his sister but she didn't like you, she thought you influenced him to bully people. However, you were the complete opposite for him and help him a lot, or that's what you thought. After a bit, Connor started to push you away and began to argue with you more. He started arguments about everything but never got violent. You felt there was something up and different about Connor.

When you were at school you noticed Connor was avoiding you at school which set you off. You had known there was something wrong because he was usually with you at school. After you had realized what was happening you paid more attention to him.

You were the one to find Connor's body and the note. You felt you had failed him worse than his parents felt. When you found the note you had known that Connor must've stolen the note. Connor's parents didn't know he had a significant other and when they found out they were heartbroken. Connor's parents loved you because you were one of the closest people to him. You reminisced on the days spent with Connor cuddled up somewhere in your house. He always had a hard exterior but after several times he let you paint his nails you knew.

When you found Connor you were heartbroken. You felt like that was the reason you got up in the morning, now he's dead. You sat at their table while chaos broke out around you. You didn't know what do to with yourself. How would you even make it without him, he was your lifeline.

There you were in front of his grave on your birthday. You truly missed Connor but it was time you moved on with someone new. You didn't know how or when but you finally made amendments with yourself. After years of reflection and therapy, you were finally ready to start dating again. That's why you have a date tonight with Evan Hansen. It felt really wrong for you to go on a date with him but it was your only chance.

Pulling into the restaurant you were really confident but you were feeling woozy. You knew this date wasn't going to work for you. However, you walked through the restaurant doors anyways sitting down at your table. When Evan pulled up to the table things were very awkward due to him faking everything with Connor. You and Evan had a great night together but you didn't feel like it was right for you to move on.

That night you were in bed curled up looking at the old photos of you and Connor on your phone from years ago. At the moment you took to your social media and posted the photos. You sit there in bed wondering what you are doing with yourself and why you even decided to move on.

That night was the last night anyone had seen you. You committed suicide figuring it was the only way to be happy with Connor. And it was.

-S

#dear evan hansen #connor murphy #connor murphy x reader #fluff oneshot #suicide warning

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je-suis-asshole · 2 years

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Running From My Emptiness

A Treebros Oneshot

warning: this heavily features an eating disorder and contains vomiting

Night time has always been the most peaceful for Evan. It means no people, no expectations, just him and the dark. Being well acquainted with sleeplessness, he had grown accustomed to staring at the ceiling, not sure why he couldn't just fall asleep.

Tonight, however, he knew exactly why he couldn't sleep. His stomach wasn't exactly quiet with it's tugging and growling.

Maybe Evan hadn't eaten dinner tonight. Or lunch. And he never eats breakfast. So what? It's just one day. It's not like anyone died from skipping one day.

It wasn't on purpose, either. Evan had spent the lunch period in the counselors office, discussing his AP exams in a few months. They would be the last AP exams he took until applying for college next year, and his counselor couldn't stop expressing how important it was for juniors to send colleges their exam scores. Which meant scoring well. Which meant studying.

So, later that night, he had opted to ignore the twenty dollar bill his mother had left on the counter. It wasn't an uncommon occurrence. He had other things to do, like look up study guides for AP Bio.

It doesn't matter if he lied to his boyfriend when he had asked if he had eaten yet. Connor was a worrier, that was all. Evan just didn't want to stress him out.

Evan huffed, and rolled over on his bed. He would just have to try harder to sleep. It was far too late to eat. Tomorrow was a new day.

"What's wrong with your sandwich?" Connor asked, screwing the cap on his water bottle closed. The chaos of the cafeteria raged on around them and their small, sticky table.

"What do you mean?" Evan asked, stabbing at the container of broccoli with the flimsy fork. Connor flicked his wrist towards the sandwich, like that was the part that Evan was questioning.

"You haven't touched it," he commented. It was undeniably true, so Evan just shrugged.

"Not feeling very hungry. I actually had breakfast this morning and I guess that was enough," he lied with ease.

Evan wasn't a liar. It's not like he made a habit out of it, or he relished deceiving Connor. He just didn't want to make it out to be something that it wasn't.

"At least one of us has our shit together," Connor scoffed. "I left my notebook on my desk last night, and didn't even realize until this period. I'm so used to just not taking notes."

"I could have told you that," Evan said, yelping at the pea that got thrown at his head in response.

The bell signaling the end of lunch rang, and his tray got thrown in the garbage, untouched.

It wasn't a habit.

It really wasn't. Evan wasn't trying to skip eating or anything. He had been planning on eating dinner that night, honest.

But as he stepped out of the shower that evening, he couldn't help but glance in the mirror.

He had only skipped for a couple of days. Staring in the mirror, though, he looked... skinnier. Not a significant amount. Just enough. Enough to get him thinking.

Evan had never considered himself overweight. In fact, doctors often told him that he was close to underweight and advised him to eat more.

Despite this, he never really liked how he looked. His face was too round, his nose too big, his fingers too stubby, his chest too sunken. It got worse when he started going out with Connor. Perfect, beautiful, angelic Connor who makes anyone standing next to him look hideous. Especially Evan.

He never understood what Connor saw in him. Why anyone as supernaturally beautiful would want someone who looks the way Evan does.

But, now, Evan felt better. It wasn't quite confidence in his appearance, or even tolerance, but he hated what he saw a little less.

And maybe, he thought, so would Connor.

For once, when Evan got into Connor's car the next morning, he felt a little excited for the day ahead. He had found a solution to the problem that was him. And the aching in his gut was a reminder that he was doing the right thing.

"Good morning!" he said, kissing his boyfriend on the cheek before dropping his backpack down between his legs.

"Good morning, babe. What's the good news?"

"What good news?" Besides the fact that Evan had discovered how to finally fix himself. Now not only would his looks improve, so will his relationship with Connor and his mental health. He had to restrain himself from kissing him again out of joy.

"You seem very cheery. What happened?" Connor asked suspiciously. He was smiling, though, when he pulled out of the Hansen's driveway.

"Nothing. I just feel good. And I love you," Evan said. Both were true. Especially that last part. He really did love Connor, and now he could justify how Connor could love him.

It never really made sense. He guesses he could understand why Connor wanted to be friends with him. Neither of them had friends and bad company is better than no company.

But he didn't have to ask Evan out. He didn't have to let another day go by without breaking up with him. Unless someone was secretly making him, or Evan's mom was paying Connor- no. That's stupid. She didn't have enough money to pay Connor. It'd take a significant amount to make someone deal with Evan.

Now, though, now Connor will like him.

"You're smiling," Connor said, stopping at a red light and taking the opportunity to turn to Evan. Evan touched his face to find that he really was smiling. He hadn't even noticed.

"Oh. Sorry. I didn't notice," he said, biting his lip to keep it down. Just one more thing he didn't like about himself. His eyes would crinkle too much and his gums were too big.

"Don't apologize for smiling! I like it. I like your smile. I like you being happy," Connor admitted, ears glowing red with blush. It was hard for him to be open and mushy, Evan knew, but with practice he learned to open up.

"I am happy." Soon, with enough discipline and self-restraint, he'd be able to make Connor happy too.

Connor grinned, and rested his hand on Evan's leg as he cleared the intersection.

The smile faded. Evan wasn't skinny enough yet for Connor to touch him, especially on his leg! He couldn't pull away, that would be rude and Connor would think that he'd done something wrong.

Evan didn't relax until they were out of the car and walking into school together. He had a mission, now. A goal. To finally be skinny enough for Connor to touch.

139.5lbs.

That was how much he weighed at the end of the week. Evan felt sick. He had a system, and it seemed that it didn't work. Only during breakfast would he eat, and then sometimes a snack for dinner. But he was still too heavy.

Frantically, Evan looked up how much a teenage boy his height should weigh.

Google was lying. The article he used to calculate his BMI said his weight was on the lower end of the average weight range. That wasn't not right. He was heavier than that.

He couldn't settle for average. He wouldn't rest until that calculator read 'underweight'.

Maybe he should start working out. That way he wouldn't just be waiting for his body to burn calories on its own. He could speed up the process by burning it himself.

Besides, wasn't working out healthy? He was just being healthy.

School was a blessing in disguise. It was so much easier to avoid food at school. At home he had to lock his bedroom door to avoid wandering down into the kitchen and listening to the growing pit in his stomach. Or he would go on a run through the neighborhood to put distance between him and the fridge.

But at school, all he had to do was call the cafeteria food gross and get away with eating nothing for 7 hours.

"Here," Connor said one day at lunch. "I made you a sandwich." A blue Tupperware container was dropped in front of Evan.

"What?" No. No, no. What was Connor doing?

"I made you a sandwich. You don't like the cafeteria food, which is totally understandable, but you still need to eat. So I made you a PB&J. Actually, I made you two. You liked them at my house."

With the strength of 50 men, Evan smiled and opened the container. "Thank you. You didn't have to do that. You're sweet," he said, leaning over and giving him a peck on the lips.

"Of course! Can't have my boyfriend starve," Connor said, grinning and pulling out his own sandwich.

Every bite was another loss. Why was Connor doing this? Didn't he want Evan to be skinnier? That's why Evan was doing this, he was doing all of this for Connor. He had been watching what he ate like a hawk for the last 3 weeks for Connor. For them. For their relationship.

Yesterday, he had weighed in at 131.7lbs. He was just a few pounds away from officially being underweight. It's not like Evan could just settle for underweight, though. He wouldn't stop until he was 120lbs, to make sure that he stayed underweight. And he wouldn't get that way by eating PB&J's.

"Hey, I gotta go to the bathroom. I'll meet you in APUSH, okay?" Evan said when lunch dismissed, standing up unsteadily. His vision swam for a second, before he shook it off.

"You okay?" Connor asked, watching him. Evan swayed and then straightened.

"Yep. Be back in a second, babe," he called, weaving in between the students. Once he was out of Connor's sight, he sped up towards the bathrooms.

Once he was safely in a stall, he locked the door and listened to make sure no one was in here. No feet. No sounds. The coast was clear.

Dropping his backpack on the gross floor, Evan bent over the toilet and paused. Was he about to do this? For what? To lose a little bit of weight?

Yeah, he thought, I am.

Quickly, before he could chicken out, Evan hooked two fingers and shoved them down his throat. Panic clouded his brain and he choked.

Retching noises echoed in the bathroom but nothing came out. He tried again, curling his fingers and soldiering through the feeling.

After a moment, finally, Evan coughed and hurled into the toilet. Tears pricked his eyes. There was more. He needed to get it all out.

15 minutes later, he walked into APUSH late and avoided Connor's eyes. He was doing this for them, anyways.

127.6lbs. He had lost 15 pounds in a little over a month. He was officially underweight. He was so, so close to his goal. It would turn summer soon, and he could wear his swim trunks and be proud of how he looked.

But when Evan looked in the mirror, he couldn't help but look at his gut, his arms, his thighs, his calves. There was too much fat. He should be skinnier than this.

All of this work and he still looked gross. He barely ate, barely went a day without going for a run, and couldn't remember what it felt like to not be hungry.

Evan thought that this is probably what the universe felt like before everything was created. Not that he was calling himself a great expansion of nothingness, though 'nothing' is a fairly accurate word to describe him with.

But, much like the universe pre-Big Bang, he too felt nothing but empty.

Connor wouldn't like him like this. Connor would break up with him if he didn't start getting serious about this, and fast.

Evan turned away from the mirror, and sighed. It was time to go for a run. A long one. He needed it.

"You hungry? My mom said she'd order us a pizza, which she literally never does," Connor asked, head upside down on his bed as he looked at Evan.

"Um... sure," he said, tugging at the hem of his shirt. It was fine. He could eat a few slices of pizza. It was necessary to act normal, and he could always just throw it up later.

"C'mon, let's go tell Cynthia to order Papa Johns so she doesn't get Pizza Hut again," Connor sighed, hopping up off of his bed and motioning Evan to join him.

When Evan stood up, the world seemed to stand still. Then it started moving underneath him, like a carnival ride. His vision went foggy and distantly, he could feel his knees hit the floor. A month and a half of starving himself hit him all at once.

"-an? Evan? Baby, are you okay? Please, please answer me? Are you okay?" Connor was asking. Evan blinked, clearing his vision.

They were on the floor, his back pressed against Connor's chest. He could feel how heavily Connor was breathing. "I'm okay."

"Jesus- fuck, Evan. What happened? You started shaking and I thought you were having a fucking seizure," Connor gasped, squeezing Evan like he was trying to escape. Like he'd ever want to leave Connor's arms.

At least, that was how he felt until he realized that Connor was touching him, he could feel how much weight Evan hadn't lost.

"I just stood up too quickly," Evan said, pulling himself out of Connor's lap and tucking his knees up to his chest. Blood roared in his ears. That was too close.

"Evan, you were out for over a minute."

"What?" It had felt like a blink. Not a minute. Was Connor lying? No, he wouldn't.

"You fully passed out. When's the last time you ate?" Connor asked, innocently, unaware that the question hit Evan like a flatbed truck.

The honest answer was two apples the day before for breakfast. "I had breakfast this morning," Evan lied. He wasn't a liar. He just needed to protect Connor.

"Did you?"

Why was Connor pressing? Didn't he want Evan to lose weight? Didn't he want him to be skinny, to be pretty? "You feel... really thin, Ev."

"I do?" Evan asked, head shooting up. A smile spread across his face. Connor thought he was thin! The tears, the vomiting, the working out, it was working!

"Evan..." Connor didn't look quite as happy, though. His eyebrow pinched together. And just as quickly as it had soared, Evan's heart dropped. Connor was going to break up with him.

"Listen- please, it's just, okay. I know, I know it's not a lot but I'll get there, okay, I promise. I'm so close just, please, please don't do it," Evan begged, squeezing his legs closer to his chest like they could protect him from the inevitable.

"Don't do what? What are you talking about?" Connor asked. If he was going to make him say it out loud, then so be it.

"Please don't break up with me..." Evan whimpered. He couldn't bring himself to look at Connor. No doubt he was disgusted with how pathetic he looked right now. If anything, he was more likely to break to with him than ever.

"Break... what? You think I'm going to break up with you?" Connor asked.

"Well..." Evan trailed off, sniffing. Tears were threatening to fall and he didn't want to be even more of a mess then they both knew he was. "Yeah."

"What? Why would I break up with you? I love you! So much! I- I know I don't say it often enough but if you're unhappy with me-"

"No! No, it's not you. God, it couldn't be you. I just thought you wouldn't be able to stand it for much longer," Evan confessed, peaking up over his knees. To his confusion, he was met with a look of horror on Connor's face.

"Stand what?" he asked. Evan couldn't tell if it was mercy or sadism that was driving Connor to act confused, like he didn't know exactly what was wrong with Evan.

"Everything about me. How annoying I am, how ugly I am, how stupid I am, how fat I am, how-"

"What? Woah, what the fuck?" Evan couldn't bring himself to look at Connor anymore. His memories of his first heartbreak would be staring at the carpet in a bedroom that wasn't his.

Silence lay across the room, heavy and suffocating and Evan wanted to scream and cry and crawl to Connor for comfort but he can't. He's not allowed to do that anymore, not since they're basically broken up.

"Evan..." Connor whispered. His voice is soft and gentle, heartbroken, but Evan flinched like he screamed. "You're not any of those things. Not even close. Have you... have you been starving yourself?”

"Um, yeah." Did Connor not know? Did Connor not notice how he'd been losing weight and getting skinnier?

"Why?" The words came out in a shudder.

"I wanted to be skinnier for you... I wanted you to like me," Evan admitted. His head snapped up at the ensuing gasp.

To his horror, Connor's face was red and tears were streaming down. He looked heart broken. "Ev, no. No..." With little warning, Connor lunged forward and held Evan close, unable to contain the sobs that had been building when he felt just how frail Evan was. "Evan, I like you. I love you. You don't need to starve yourself to prove it."

"Well, I just, uh, I just thought you might like me more if I was skinnier," Evan said. If he was skinny enough, Connor would overlook the rest of his general Evan-ness.

"No. Babe, no." Evan could feel Connor bury his face in his hair, and Evan held him tight. Maybe he wouldn't get broken up with. Maybe they would be okay.

"I just wanted to be better for you. I'm sorry," Evan apologized, the tears finally falling. Tears turned into sobs, and his small body shook. "I'm so sorry. I'm sorry."

"Please, don't be sorry. It's okay. You're sick. I love you. You're beautiful. You always were."

Evan couldn't bring himself to believe Connor. At least yet. Maybe, one day, he'd be able look in the mirror and smile. Without thought of what he would one day look like. Just acceptance of what he was now.

"Thank you," he whispered into Connor's chest, receiving a squeeze in return.

"Any time. Do you think you can eat?" Connor asked, kissing him on the top of his head.

"I can try.”

"That's all you need to do."

#treebros #dear evan hansen #oneshot #connor murphy #evan hansen #connor x evan #dear evan hansen oneshot

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hippienerrd · 2 years

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He was a punk Connor Murphy × punk! gender neutral! Reader

Oneshot

·Summary: Y/N is having troubles with family so they decide to get out of the house when they run into Connor he helps to comfort and distract them

·Genre: fluff

·TW: under age smoking (nicotine and weed), and mentions of emotional ab*se

Gif credits to richgoranski here on tumblr :)

Y/N made their way down the sidewalk that was parallel with a busy street, moving quickly in a brisk walk as the thoughts that flooded their head began to spill over and pool in their eyes. Despite their efforts to push the tears down they began to fall, Y/N hadn't given up on attempting to suppress them but all that did was slow them and amplify their growing headache.

As Y/N arrived to a park their mind was a complete blur, they climbed the climbing dome toward the back if the playground, it over looked a large pond with fountains, followed by some apartments placed just past the pond. They began to freely let their tears fall feeling as though they may just flood the playground. their platform Docs kicked beneath them, too anxious and jittery to let them rest on the bars of the dome. Reaching into their striped Beetlejuice like pants Y/N pulled out a black vape, the flavor was over rated but still good and they liked the way the color looked almost invisible next to half of their possessions making for easy hiding if need be.

Connor was looking for a private place to smoke since all his family wanted to do was nag him for it, how was he expected to get better with that support group of his. Taking his seat at the top of the playset slide he began pulling out his altoids tin containing a few pre rolled joints. He was about to light up when he noticed a green reflection on the silver inside of his tin which he had left open just next to him.

Curiosity getting the best of him, his lighter flickered out as he let go and turned around to investigate, to his surprise he found a somewhat familiar figure. Hed be damned if he remembered their name but he certainly remembered their outspoken personality and wild attire, they were known around school for standing up to shitty people, school staff in particular, but after too many incidents the school expelled them.

Connor put his unlit joint back in his tin and climbed down the rock wall making his way across the scratchy plastic faux grass over to where Y/N was sat, only then did he realize they were crying.

As Connor got closer Y/N became aware of his presence, they quickly tried to wipe their tears and make it look like they hadn't been crying, thankfully the lack of street lights and just light in general was a big help with that, but Connor already knew.

Connor took his seat adjacent to Y/N admiring the view a bit, from his usual spot this was behind him, and covered by trees anyway, instead he overlooked the rest of the park. Tennis courts, picnic benches, open grass, and lost things like soccer balls from the children who played here last.

Connors thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a voice "Murphy, right?" Connor nodded with a ever so slightly puzzled look, how did they know him. Despite the look being subtle Y/N still noticed "Im not the only one with a reputation here, ya know?" Y/N asked, this time a rhetorical question though.

"It must suck being the only freak there once i was expelled" Connor grew angry at the mention of him being a 'freak' but calmed down a bit after realizing Y/N was calling themself a freak as well, making the harsh meanings of the name disappear for the moment.

"Yeah" conner said plainly. After a brief scilence he spoke again "where do you go now?" Y/N looked over as dread filled their head again, they were homeschooled now and it was honestly worse, especially since if they talked back to the 'teachers' there like they do anyone else they'd be on the streets for real this time. Connor took note of their expression and hesitation.

"Im home schooled" Y/N finally said. Connor took a moment to think, if he were in this position and someone asked this he may have just snapped, and he knew they were similar in that way, should he risk it? "Is that why you were crying just now?"

The tears that Y/N had managed to finally put on hold begged to fall again, a lump formed in their throat thinking about home again. The previously comfortable silence now felt thick and awkward. "No" Y/N said as harshly as they could, of course it wasn't easy with the uncontrollable tears gliding down their cheeks. Connor took notice of that too, and decided to drop it.

After another moment of silence Connor pulled out his altoids tin again, "you smoke?" He asked the crying figure next to him. As his lighter flickered on they nodded, Connor took a puff for himself and then passes the joint to Y/N who took a long hit, followed by intense coughing.

Yeah they smoked weed but it had been a while, and nic is really different believe it or not. Connor let out a brief and quiet laugh at the person coughing net to him "oh shut up" Y/N choked out between coughs. Connor put his hands up in surrender with a big smile on his face, its the first time Y/N had seen Connor smile, it was actually quite cute.

They spent the rest of the evening mostly in silence, enjoying the view, enjoying their highs, and enjoying each others company. When midnight rolled around they had sobered up a bit and Y/N made their way home.

#connor murphy oneshots #connor murphy #dear evan hanson #mike faist #ouid

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theromcommotel · 11 months

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WELCOME !!

REQUESTS ARE OPEN !!

hello !!

i am elsie, i have requests open for x reader fanfics !

the fandoms and types of writing i��m willing to do will be listed below !!

PLEASE specify the type of fic!!! (headcanons, oneshot, blurb, etc)

fandoms:

dear, evan hansen (the musical):

evan hansen

connor murphy

jared kleinman

harry potter:

harry potter

ron weasley

hermione granger

luna lovegood

seamus finnigan

neville longbottom

draco malfoy

cedric diggory

pansy parkinson

lavender brown

fred weasley

george weasley

percy weasley

young!sirius black

young!remus lupin

young!james potter

young!lily evans (potter)

young!severus snape (?) ((maybe i haven’t decided yet sjbsnsjsns))

(and more probably - i just don’t feel like writing them all down)

heathers (the musical):

veronica sawyer

jason dean

h. chandler

h. duke

h. mcnamara

martha dunstock

ram sweeney

kurt kelly

encanto:

mirabell madrigal

camilo madrigal

isabela madrigal

luisa madrigal

dolores madrigal

pepa madrigal

felix madrigal

bruno madrigal

ouran high school host club:

haruhi fujioka

tamaki suoh

kyoya ootori

hikaru hitachiin

kaoru hitachiin

takashi morinozuka

mitskuni huninozuka

REMINDER: if there isn’t a certain character on this list, i’m not very good at writing them / don’t feel comfy doing so !!

do’s and don’ts

do’s

oneshots

imagines

headcanons

x reader

angst

fluff

don’ts

smut (i may or may not write smut on certain occasions - i’m just not very confident in it.)

incest (sibling x sibling, parent x child, etc)

oc x canon

if something pops up in a request i won’t do i’ll add it to this list

got questions ?

be sure to lemme know! <3

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autocon23 · 1 year

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Fanfic Advent Calender 2022

Hey everyone!!!

I'm so sorry I posted super late!! I was supposed to post on Dec 7th, but I had been busy last week. So, I guess all you wonderful readers get to have another day for the this super fun event.

Thanks again to @lilythemadqueen who's the one who put this all together. She's the one who finds all the prompts for this and assigns them to people who participate. She's super awesome and if any of you haven't read her stuff or anyone else's who are participating in this event, you totally should. All of them are super awesome and they right some good shit.

Day 6 - Finding Peace in a Winter Wonderland

Fandom: Boondock Saints/The Walking Dead Crossover

Prompt: first time seeing snow (reader or s/o’s first time)

Ship: Connor MacManus x OC x Daryl Dixon x Murphy MacManus

Quick Author's Note: Ok, so I am doing another Christmas oneshot based on my crossover. If you didn't know, I did two Christmas oneshots for the previous event last year. It technically is supposed to be for my crossover series, however, it only took place between parts 2 and 3 (BDS1/2). This time, it's in the TWD part of my series. Specifically, this takes place between s5/s6. Post-Wolves/pre-Negan. Basically, this is a fun little oneshot as to what the future of my series may, or may not, look like along with a cute little spoiler for everyone aside from @lilythemadqueen and @phoenixblack89 (who know pretty much how most of my series is going aside from a few plot points between s9/s10/s11 that I need to go do some serious outlining to figure out how to get this towards how I really want this to end). One last thing, I did change the prompt a little. It still remains the same, but be slightly different.

Anyway, enjoy~!!

Somedays Katie can’t believe that this is her life.

She’s survived the initial outbreak of a zombie outbreak which resulted in the collapse of the entire world. Then, spent the next two, almost three, years surviving with a group. She considers herself lucky that her husbands and children survived as well. That they had Rocco and Romeo with them as well She considers herself lucky to have found a good people among the group she’d end up with outside of Atlanta once Rick woke up from his coma.

She still feels the pain from losing the prison and many of th people she’d been responsible for when the Governor returned. She’d hoped that Michonne would find that monster on one of her many trips before something horrible happened. She doesn’t blame the swordswoman what happened either. She’d spent most of that year searching for him.

Still, Katie can’t help but be angry at the Governor. All the people they lost resulting in the prison’s fall. The remainder of the people of Woodbury, the other survivors they’d found afterwards, Herschel, Oscar, Big Tiny, Shane, Andrea, Randell, T-Dog.

Bob.

That death still weighed heavy on the blonde. Especially when she saw how Sasha had started to shut down from losing someone who she let get so close to her. Tyreese tried to help her where he could, but he’s been struggling recently trying to adapt to having lost part of his arm. Merle had stepped up in a big way with Tyreese. The surly redneck taking the younger man under his wing. Showing him the ropes on how to care for his stump. How to adjust to now having only one hand. It hadn’t been easy, but Tyreese improved every day.

Katie shook her head as she climbs out of her warm bed to walk to the bathroom. It’s been a couple months since her group had been found by Aaron and brought to Alexandria. It’d been even less time since the Wolves attacked. This community had been slowly taking their heads out of the sand and started taking her group seriously.

It was still hard as the group had lost their leader, Deana. Especially Spencer, her oldest son. In a short amount of time, Spencer had lost his younger brother, his father, then finally his mother. Katie had been encouraging the others to give Spencer his space to grieve, but to take turns checking in on him every day. Offerings for shoulders to cry on and ears to talk to remind the young man that he’s not alone and that he can heal from this.

After all, the point of a community is to help one another.

Isn’t it?

Katie walks out the bathroom to head to the doors that lead out to the small balcony she had. She pulls the curtains open and is greeted by the sight of bright white. She lets out a displeased hiss at the sudden brightness before closing the curtains quick. Chuckling could be heard behind her as she rubs the spots out of her eyes.

“Dat’s one way t’ wake up,” she could hear Murphy tease from behind her.

Katie turns her head to see her husband walking closer to her. “I guess it snowed last night, huh?”

“No,” he drawled playfully. He wraps his arms around her and kisses her temple. “What makes ye say dat, love?”

Katie rolls her eyes, then pinches his side. He lets out a yelp as he jumps away from her. “Kids awake?”

“Yup,” he replied, “Connor and Daryl ‘ave dem. Wanted t’ let ye sleep a bit. We know ye been ‘avin’ trouble sleepin’ since de prison fell. Wanted ye t’ get de sleep ye need.” He takes her hand and leads her towards the door to head down the hall. “Came up t’ tell ye dat breakfast is ready and we’re ‘avin’ a snow day.”

Katie raises an amused eyebrow. “Snow day, huh?”

“O’ course.” Murphy grins. “Arty and Appo ‘aven’t seen snow before. Dis will be de first time dey do. It’s also Daryl’s first winter as a father. It’s our obligation t’ let ‘im ‘ave a fun day playin’ wit’ de kids like a dad.”

“Don’t act like you and Connor aren’t also going to try and devise a way to get into our pants on top of this,” Katie shot back playfully.

Murphy puts a hand over his heart in mock offense. “’ow dare ye accuse me and me brother o’ such nefariousness,” he gasped as they enter the kitchen, “we would never do such a terrible ding.”

Connor looks up from where he’s plating breakfast for the kids. “What’s goin’ on?” Daryl, who’s in the middle of feeding Artemis a bit of oatmeal, glances over in mild interest.

“Katie dinks dat us ‘avin’ a snow day is a cover fer some kind o’ nefarious purpose from us,” Murphy complained, “I was only tellin’ ‘er dat it’s de first time dat Artemis and Apollo will see snow and dat it’s Daryl’s first winter as a father, officially.”

Connor caught on to his twin’s antics and shoots a faux hurt look at Katie. “Mo gra, ‘ow could ye dink somethin’ so terrible,” he scolds. Though, the mischief in his eyes told everyone other wise.

Katie and Daryl look at each other and roll their eyes. The two silently agreeing that the brothers were up to something. They always use days off as a chance to have some quality alone time with their spouses. Of course, they make sure that they spend time together with the kids for a big family event.

After the farm, Katie had made it a point that the group needs to take a day every now and then to spend it with their loved ones. For her, it was her husbands, children, and eventually Daryl when he agreed to explore these feelings developing between them. For Herschel, it was his daughters and Glenn. For Rick, it was his son, Lori (if he could handle not getting into an argument with her), and Shane (to rebuild their friendship after the damaging hits it had taken since Rick showed up at the quarry).

“We’re gonna have to put runs on hold anyway ‘cause of the snow,” Daryl piped up. He carefully wipes oatmeal from his daughter’s face. “Need to clear the streets in Alexandria and wait for the snow outside the walls to melt enough for the cars to travel on.”

“I know,” Katie agreed. She makes herself a cup of coffee, then moves to sit on Daryl’s free side. As she sits down, she leans over to give the redneck a kiss on his cheek. “Morning.”

“Morning,” Daryl grunts. A small, happy smile on his face.

“How’d you sleep,” she asks. Daryl has always been a light sleeper. She considered it a miracle if he’s able to go through the night without waking up from something.

“Slept alright,” he answered, truthfully, “heard the ankle-biters getting fussy on the baby monitor. Connor got up with me to help. They needed a quick diaper change and another blanket. They conked out pretty quick after that.”

“That’s good,” Katie hummed, “at least, they’re sleeping through the night.” She leans against his arm. Her lips pressing a sweet kiss to his shoulder.

“’ey,” Connor huffs, “what ‘bout me? Don’ I get a kiss?” He pouts childishly at her.

Katie rolls her eyes, then gestures him to come closer. Connor grins widely as he practically skips over to steal a quick kiss. Then, he heads back to the counter to finish up making breakfast and has Murphy help him serve it out to everyone at the table.

Katie’s multi-colored eyes lands on the empty seat at the table. “Where’s Merle?”

“Still in ‘is room downstairs,” Connor answered, “Daryl checked on ‘im earlier and found dat de poor guy’s come down wit’ de flu after all.”

“Did someone go to Denise already,” Katie asked.

“Yeah, I did,” Daryl replied, wrapping an arm around her shoulders, “she gave us some medicine to help him. Told us to also make sure that he stays hydrated and warm. And that we make sure he eats every now and then.”

Katie hummed. “See if we have any Gatorade in the community still,” she suggested, “we need to make sure that he replenishes his electrolytes too.”

“I think Rick might still have some when he and Michonne came down with the flu last week,” Daryl said, “I’ll ask him later. Might see if he’ll let us have the kids crash with him and Mich or maybe with Glenn and Maggie for a while. If Merle’s caught it, then it’s a matter of time until the rest of us do.”

“Agreed,” Katie said, “rather it just be us with the flu than the rugrats.”

Norman nods from his seat next to Murphy. “Being sick sucks balls,” he said.

Katie shoots her son a stern look. “Norman,” she warns.

“I didn’t cuss though,” the boy complained, “balls isn’t a cuss word.”

“You don’t say that at the table,” Katie chided.

“Uncle Merle says it and a lot worse stuff at the table,” Norman grumbled over his glass of juice.

“I’m not Merle’s mother,” Katie pointed out, “plus, you know I get on him about the things he says too.”

Norman looks to Daryl. “Daaaad,” he whined. His blue eyes find Daryl’s.

“Listen to your mother,” Daryl wisely says. Though, he’s smiling over his cup of coffee that he takes a quick sip of.

Apollo, sweet, oblivious Apollo, is grabbing chunks of scrambled egg from his little tray at his highchair. He’s trying to get a big piece of egg that Artemis sees from her seat and is able to lean over and steal from him. Even though Daryl had been feeding her oatmeal since she didn’t want her eggs. Apollo shoots his sister an offended look, then looks sadly at the piece of egg that she shoves into her mouth.

“Balls,” Apollo suddenly announces as he looks at his tray dejectedly.

Daryl chokes on his coffee.

The kids erupt in a loud chorus of laughter. Katie hides her face in her hands and rests on the table. Her shoulders shaking in suppressed laughter. Connor and Murphy are howling with laughter. The two turning red in the face with tears streaming down their cheeks.

Not a bad start to their morning.

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After breakfast, Connor and Katie had the older kids put together a bag with a few days’ worth of clothes while they packed the baby twins’ stuff. Murphy had already gone over to Glenn and Maggie’s to see if they’d be willing to let the six kids crash with them, Beth, Noah, and Enid until the flu bug leaves their household. The married couple were more than happy to have them. Glenn even said that it would be good practice for them to when their own future children since this would help them learn how to care for children at different ages. Plus, Maggie said that she’d been planning on trying to steal one of the younger kids for the day since she’d been in a baby fever.

Oh yeah, they really wanted to be parents.

Once the kids had their stuff taken care of, everyone, sans Merle, were dressed up for winter weather. The family exited the warm house to the brisk cold of the winter wonderland outside. Artemis and Apollo, who were babbling loudly as they didn’t like being stuffed into the bulky winter jackets, went silent as they stared at the stark, white powder.

Daryl and Katie exchanged knowing grins and decided that heading to the Rhee household could wait a little while longer.

Daryl, who held Apollo, walks down the porch steps, then kneels to the ground. “It’s snow,” he says softly to his son. He grabs a handful of it from the ground and holds it up for the baby to see.

Apollo reaches out to touch it. He grabs some to inspect it. The little bit of snow in his hand melts. The baby lets out a distressed noise, then shakes his hand wildly to get rid of it.

“Yeah, it’s cold and wet,” Daryl says softly, “but that means you can eat it.” He eats the rest of the snow in his hand. Apollo looks at him like he grew a second head. Daryl chortles, then grabs another handful of snow to offer Apollo. Katie kneels down with Artemis so she could take some from her father if she wished. “Try it.”

Artemis and Apollo take some and eat it. Artemis makes a sound like she’s trying to say ‘good’, but can’t get the ‘g’ and ‘d’ down yet. Apollo leans down to the ground to grab more. When he leans up, he smears the snow all over his sister’s face. Artemis lets out a shriek when some of the melted snow slips between her skin and her jacket.

“Oh, he’s definitely been hanging out with Merle too much,” Katie teased, “your brother would’ve done the same thing or worse, he’d just shove a bunch of snow down your shirt.”

Daryl snorts as he stands up. “Yeah, yeah.”

Connor wraps an arm around Daryl’s waist and pulls him closer. “’ey, since yer tellin’ de kids it’s okay t’ eat de snow, be sure t’ ‘ave de talk wit’ dem ‘bout stayin’ away from yellow snow,” he teased.

Daryl opened his mouth to say something, but stops when Luke lets out a yelp. The three adults and two infants turn their heads to see that Murphy had started a snowball fight with the other four children while they waited on the other half of their family. Poor Luke had been beaned in the back of the head by a snowball. The blonde boy rubbing the back of his head as he wipes away half melted snow from his hair. Sean stood a few feet behind him snickering. He wasn’t snickering for long when Leia suddenly unleashes her attack on her eldest brother to avenge her twin. The oldest starts running away only to end up in another ambush set up by Murphy and Norman. The two showed no mercy as they jumped from behind the porch and dumped a huge pile of snow on Sean’s head. The boy shoots the two of them a look that showed how much he inherited from his mother. The dirty look he sent them the same one Katie had given the three men when they buried her under a mountain of snow during the first winter.

More people come out of their homes all dressed up in their winter clothes. A few of the adults were passing out shovels and bags of salt while others just stood by and watched the snowball fight in front of the MacManus-Dixon household. Carl comes jogging over with Enid and a few of Katie’s younger cousins to join in on the snowball fight. Rick and Michonne stood on their porch with Judith in Rick’s arms. Beth dragged Noah and Maggie after her to join the fun. Glenn trotting after them with a grin on his face.

Eugene sat on the porch steps to his place to watch with Rosita. Abraham and Sasha walked by with Tyreese in handing out thermos filled with chicken soup or hot coffee that Olivia had prepared for everyone who would be outside. Tara and Denise, who’d gone on a morning walk to enjoy the fresh snow, came over to join the fun. Tara leaning down to scoop up a handful of snow herself that she threw at Glenn when she was close enough. Connor left the porch to tackle his brother into a large pile of snow. The two laughing and shouting as they wrestled. Morgan and Carol were already at the Grimes house sitting on the bench on the porch. The two sharing a blanket with hot cups of coffee in their hands. Content smiles on their faces as they watch the madness.

Katie stood on her porch with her youngest daughter in her arms. Daryl by her side with Apollo. The two adults exchanging happy content looks before watching the scene before them.

Yeah, this is a pretty good Christmas morning.

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livingdeadblondequeen · 2 years

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Writing Wish List

I need to write some blog articles, which of course means I would rather procrastinate and write fic. After the brief chat yesterday on @minervadashwood‘s post, I figured I’d write a list of characters/pairings I have ideas for and would love to write.

I should warn you, for the last several months I’ve been thirsting for scruffy men, thankfully most of them are my age or older so I don’t feel like a cougar but my thirsting has affecting what I’m reading and wanting to write.

Eliot Spencer/Reader: Reader is a newer member of the team, a thief but also a medic which we know the team needs. After months of tension between her and Eliot, they reach the tipping point ;) one shot

Murphy/Connor MacManus/Reader: What can I say, I love the idea of the Reader having both these hot men at once. Reader would be doctor at the prison who helps them to escape after falling for them. Set after 2nd movie, probably multi-part

Jax Teller/Reader: Reader is stylist at Cara Cara who is one of the few people at the studio who does not swoon over the blonde biker and he loves that. One shot

Daryl Dixon/Reader: ABO one shot that takes place at the prison.

Daryl Dixon/Reader: Soulmate during S2 One Shot

Daryl Dixon/Reader: Reader is Lori’s sister and becomes first friends then more with Daryl starting from the beginning of the show until at least Season 6. Multi-part.

Daryl Dixon/Reader: Reader is Rick’s sister. No real ideas past that, Probably have a kid in it, need a prompt. Oneshot.

Thoughts?

#my writing #writing wish list #Daryl x Reader #murphy macmanus x reader #connor macmanus x reader #jax teller x reader #eliot spencer x reader #maybe some day.

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artistyuri · 1 year

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Connor MacManus Headcanons (SFW)

This post will be mainly Safe For Work headcanons. I'll make a separate post for NSFW headcanons.

Started pranking his brother at a young age. He was probably around 11-12 and Murphy was a year younger. Started off with a basic and harmless prank (Putting salt in Murphy's cereal instead of sugar). From there, it became a weekly occurrence. He wouldn't go to the extreme until him and Murphy were teenagers/young adults.

B-C Average student. He only really paid attention in his history and language studies.

Graduated high school but never intended to go to college. He spent a lot of his off time in high school becoming educated on the streets. Got into a few alley fights and witnessed a good amount of drug deals.

Learned how to fight from his father. He was hesitant to teach Murphy at first, but then became more comfortable after Murphy showed he could handle himself.

Was protective of his brother from the very beginning. Only really started showing it after Murphy was being picked on in grade school and Connor took it into his own hands. Got detention for a few days after shoving Murphy's bullies down a hill into a pit of mud.

Got into a few arguments with his father Noah, as most teenagers do. Was often called "A little shit" and rarely smacked upside the head during the worst arguments.

Never dated during high school because of his faith. Remained a virgin until his mid twenties.

His fascination with rope started long before the hotel shootout with his brother and the Italian mob. Only really started exploring rope craft afterwards.

Would make dolls and other small trinkets out of rope, cord, string, etc. and other material while in prison with his brother. The hobby continued in his free time after they were bailed out.

Gets into bar fights usually around the holidays. Rarely is the bar fight started by another person.

Picked up the smoking habit around 17-18 years old. Only really does it when he's stressed.

He was the one to find the studio apartment that he and Murphy stayed in for a decent amount of years. The house in the woods became a second home before the death of the priest that lead him and Murphy back into their line of work. Got a stable home after he and Murphy were bailed out of jail thanks to Agent Paul Smecker.

Stopped making "Pony Boy" jokes after Murphy came out to him as bi. Supports his brother in every way he can despite remaining straight himself.

Enjoys listening to rock, classic rock, and older country music.

100% a cat person. He was fucked up mentally for a few months after the incident involving the cat of Rocco's ex-girlfriend.

Has undiagnosed ADHD and PTSD. Never bothered to go to therapy despite the signs that he desperately needs to.

As mentioned above, NSFW headcanons will be put into a seperate post! These will mainly be smut/oneshot related.

#the boondock saints #boondock saints headcanons #connor macmanus headcanons

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stellar-waves · 21 days

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. writing

in progress

. . . staring down the sun { connor + oc / series }

Real men hide their feelings, at least that’s what Connor and Murphy believed in order to survive. Until Elena Jensen helps them open up through therapy before they escape prison and go back to work as the Saints. The boys learn Elena has some secrets of her own as they uncover a network of powerful crime organizations. But when a spark grows between Connor and Elena, so does the threat to the greater good.

coming soon

. . . my darling dear { murphy + oc / oneshot }

. art

. . . staring down the sun - illustrated moments

All artwork made specifically for the story. Works are also included within their respective chapters. Each drawing is being done out of order and just whenever I can. Chapters will be updated periodically to include accompanying artwork. Started out with a kiss (how did it end up like this) and then I ran from there.

. . . boondock saints fanart

. . . norman reedus fanart

coming soon

. . . sean patrick flanery fanart

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imagines-dreams · 6 years

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Connor Murphy (Dear Evan Hansen) Masterlist

Connor Murphy with a Writer S/O Headcanons (Part 2)

- Not a Saint of a Demon (TRIGGER WARNING: mentions of SUICIDE & DEPRESSION)

- Selfish

- Thank You for Her (Drabble)

- Better Together

- How Could You

- Progress

- Late Night

- Please Be My Fake Boyfriend

- Sea Legs (Part 2/ Part 3/ Part 4/ Part 5/ Part 6/ Part 7/ Part 8)

#deh #connor murphy #dear evan hansen #connor murphy x reader #connor murphy oneshot #connor murphy imagine #deh oneshot #deh x reader #deh imagine

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dreaminginpastels · 2 years

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d e a r e v a n h a n s e n m a s t e r l i s t

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key:

✿ = fluff

➷ = angst

⁂ = hurt/comfort

☽ = alternate universe

♡ = gender neutral reader (they/them pronouns) - default

❀ = female reader (she/her pronouns) - by request

✧ = male reader (he/him pronouns) - by request

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connor murphy

open your eyes ✿➷⁂❀

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

#connor murphy x reader #connor murphy x fem!reader #connor murphy x you #connor murphy imagine #connor murphy oneshot #connor murphy #connor murphy fanfic #connor murphy fanfiction #dear evan hansen #dear evan hansen x reader #dear evan hansen x fem!reader #dear evan hansen x you #dear evan hansen imagine #dear evan hansen oneshot #dear evan hansen fanfic #dear evan hansen fanfiction #requests open #daniella writes 💫

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lemon-boy-stan · 3 years

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love hearts - mike faist

GENRE: fluff. WARNINGS: none. SUMMARY: the reader eats love heart sweets when she’s nervous. PAIRING: mike faist x (fem!) reader. REQUESTED: no. TYPE: oneshot.

You weren't one for carnival rides. But seeing as Laura had forced you to come along with everyone else, you couldn't really back out of it.

“Hey,” Mike turned to you, “what's up?” you blinked, making him chuckle. “Nothing.”

Mike rolled his eyes. “You know, out of all the things this musical should've taught you you still lie right to my face about how you're feeling,”

You huffed and sighed, “I’m just -” he walked over to join you in front of the mirror, “I’m just scared of heights.”

That was definitely not the response that Mike had expected.

“Oh,” was what he could think to say, half surprised and relieved (for both of your sakes) that it was a light-hearted topic.

“Well,” he improvised, “you can hold my hand the whole way and do whatever you have to do on the rides and I promise I won’t get embarrassed, okay?”

“You never get embarrassed because of me,” now you were the one rolling your eyes and Mike gave a soft smile. “Thank you,” you added, “but I'm not worried about you. If Will or Laura pressures me into going on something -”

“Baby, you know that won't happen, and if it does, I can just tell them now -”

“No, don't,” you whined. Mike chuckled softly. “Okay.” He cocked his head before digging around in his pockets, “I got you these. I was gonna save them for the car but I know you like to suck on them when you're nervous so -”

Love Hearts.

Those fizzy, pastel-coloured circular sweets with the little messages and faces on them.

He was right. You did suck on them whenever you were nervous - which was a lot, seeing as you were diagnosed with social anxiety when you were a kid and didn't seem to grow out of it.

You gave him a grateful smile and he grinned again, unwrapping one of the tubes.

“This one says,” he turned it around in his palm, “‘Kiss me.’” he grinned a third time. “Some of these are so corny and just a little forceful,”

You nodded. “Ahh!,” he poked out his tongue and you rolled your eyes but stuck yours out too and he popped the sweet on it, curling your fingers around the rest of the stack.

You blushed even though he was already your boyfriend and had been for three years.

Mike pecked you on the cheek. “See? I told you they were forceful.”

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terrariumboi · 3 years

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Connor x Cheated On! Reader (Oneshot)

(I used gender neutral pronouns bc why not)

It had been a very long two months.

Chris, the conniving asshole had been around all the time. He was your best friend, and went from coming over nearly every day after school, to having you call last minute to cancel plans because Chris was in a mood again.

This time he knew Chris and his weird looks and judgements were out somewhere, so he decided to come visit.

He continued to your house, but stopped outside the door. He heard something that sounded painfully like crying coming from inside.

“(Y/N)?”

He called.

“Are you okay?”

When he didn’t get a response, he took the spare key from under the flower pot and unlocked the door. He felt the tiniest bit guilty for barging in uninvited, but he stuffed that away. You might need his help, and that took priority.

He walked quickly down the hall to your room, and opened the door.

You were sitting on your bed, your wastepaper basket overflowing with tissues. Tears were pouring down your cheeks, and your eyes were puffy and red.

“Connor.”

You sniffled. He was next to you in seconds.

“What happened?”

You let out a fresh wail. He put a tentative arm around you.

“C-Chris w-w-was ch-cheating on m-me!”

You sobbed. Connor’s grip tightened around you.

“Do we know that for sure?”

He asked, rage barely concealed in his tone. You tossed him your phone. Open on it was a text from (F/N), showing Chris kissing some girl at a party.

He got up.

“Do you want me to go to the party? I will beat the shit out of that asshole, that absolute bag of shit-”

You shook your head quickly. He slumped.

“You aren’t seriously staying with him.”

You shook your head again.

“R-right now I’m trying to figure o-out what comes next.”

You hiccupped.

“And the first p-p-part of that is going to be breaking up with his ass.”

You took your phone back from Connor, and went to Chris in your contacts. Connor sat back down next to you. He couldn’t lie: he was excited to see how this would turn out.

You put the phone to your ear.

“Put it on speaker.”

He whispered. You nodded. After an irritatingly long pause, he picked up.

“Hello?”

Chris said. You swallowed hard, and steadied your voice.

“Hey! It’s (Y/N).”

Connor looked at you. You grinned at him.

“Oh. OH. Hey (Y/N)!”

Chris said, a little bit too perkily. You would have known something was going on, even if you hadn’t been confronted with proof.

“I just wanted to let you know that you can come around to my house later tonight, after whoever’s party you’re at right now, and pick up your stuff.”

Chris paused.

“What?”

“It’ll be boxed up outside, and if you don’t take it and leave right away, I will set it on fire. Clear?”

You continued, ignoring his question.

“(Y/N), what the fuck is going on?”

He demanded. Connor couldn’t help himself.

“They’re breaking up with you, dumbass!”

“Who the fuck is that? Are you cheating on me?”

Chris said, sounding far too outraged for your taste. Any composure you may have regained disappeared.

“That’s Connor. And for the record, I think it’s pretty rich of you to assume that I’M the one cheating, you cocky son of a whore.”

You snapped.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Chris lied. You laughed mirthlessly.

“Bullshit. I have a picture of you sucking some bitch’s face off at the party you’re at right now.”

Chris went silent for a moment. Connor imagined his smug face on the other end of the line, knowing he’d got caught. It took whatever self restraint he had left not to laugh.

“(Y/N),baby, listen. I’m really sorry. I had been seeing Mackenzie since before we started dating, and then I kind of just.....forgot to stop seeing her.”

You swallowed again, and Connor saw your eyes beginning to fill with tears.

“Well then go have fun with Mackenzie!”

You choked out, before hanging up.

Connor side hugged you.

“It’s gonna be okay. You deserved better anyways.”

You wiped your eyes.

“I know it’s gonna be okay for us, but that idiot seems to have forgotten that I still have all his shit.”

Connor liked the way you said ‘us’. It sounded like the times before Chris, when it was just the two of you, facing whatever else had to happen. When Larry pissed him off, or when someone made fun of you at school, you had each other’s backs.

You stood up.

“Connor, I think there are some boxes in the kitchen. Would you mind grabbing them for me?”

He nodded, and left the room. You exited the room too, and followed him to the kitchen.

He found the boxes with minimal difficulty, and was about to return to your room, before he noticed you struggling to hold the stack of newspaper, glue, several bottles of nail polish, two cartons of eggs, enough glitter to fill a bathtub, whipped cream, silly string, and what looked like cheese whip.

“Need some help?”

He asked.

“Yes.”

He took the eggs and cheese whip, and the two of you went back to your room.

The both of you put your newly found objects of exacting revenge down.

You collected Chris’s belongings from around the room, before dumping them unceremoniously in a pile, between you and Connor.

“What are we doing?”

Connor asked. You smiled.

“Boxing up his stuff, of course.”

You took his hoodie out of the pile, covered it in glue, then shoved it into the bottom of one of the boxes, before dumping a little a lot of glitter on it, then topping it off with a cracked egg, adding the shell. Connor grinned at you.

“Chaos. Finally something I’m good at.”

As he grabbed object after object from the pile, he snuck glances at you. Your tears were long gone, and were now replaced with a sort of glow. You seemed happy, which made his heart do happy emotes.

After all of the items were boxed up, and the eggs were all gone, you and Connor high fived.

Connor was about to close his box up, but you waved his hands off. You took the remainder of the tools of disaster, and put half of them onto the top of it, putting the other halves onto your box.

Cheese was starting to ooze out of the top of the box, so the two of you did the only thing you could think of. You gift wrapped the boxes.

As the two of you carried your boxes to the parking lot, Connor couldn’t help laughing. You turned to him.

“What?”

He continued to laugh.

“Imagine his face when he opens the boxes!”

You smiled.

“Well, maybe he’ll learn a valuable lesson.”

You swung an arm around Connor.

“Don’t mess with the harbingers of doom.”

He grinned back at you.

“Only one way to find out.”

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