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sadboi-writer · 1 year

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Hello there :)

I just want to say that I am very new to tumblr and i dont know how this works haha

Can I request a connor murphy x reader where the reader stands up for him in the cafeteria at the first day of school? And that the reader kinda struggles with their mental health and they just comfort each other and stuff? I hope that's okay :)

An Angel In Disguise

Connor Murphy x Reader

Warnings: Cussing, mention of suicide

Summary: When Derek Fulton takes it upon himself to call out the "freak" of the school it's not Evan Hansen or Jared Kleinman who sticks up for Connor. No, it's the newest student at the school Y/N L/N who wrecks Derek's pride and defends the broody boy. Maybe it's because they can clock Connor's problems from a mile away.

A/N: Hello everyone! I'm so sorry for not writing in so long! I got really caught up in the first musical of my senior year. But, I'm on thanksgiving break now so I'll try to get out as many requests as I can!

A sigh fell from their lips.

Too loud. Y/N thought as they pushed through the crowd of students fighting to get to their first hours.

Looking down at their schedule Y/N saw the locker number and combination written on it by the counselor. They found it, but there were already four guys in front of it.

One was blond, he was wearing a blue shirt, and he looked nervous. Another had brown curly hair and boxy glasses, he wore a Galaga t-shirt under a black starry button down. Another looked like a stereotypical jock, letterman jacket, red close cropped hair, and a fuck-boy face. The fourth guy had longer brown hair, it was down to his shoulders, and he was wearing layers of grey and black.

It looked like the jock was giving them some trouble. Y/N rolled their eyes, So fucking cliche, they thought.

Y/N approached their locker, and the jock eyed them warily.

"Just kill yourself, Murphy." He said, seemingly to the longer haired one

Y/N straightened their shoulders, turning to the small group. Before the jock could continue Y/N placed a hand on his chest, pushing him away from the boys.

"Ew. No, sir." Y/N snapped, "Who the fuck do you think you are to say that to someone? How about you do everyone a favor, apologize to him, and then go learn how to be a decent person."

"And who are you?" The guy growled

Y/N smiled, "Y/N L/N. And your worst nightmare if you don't turn around and apologize to the tree that gave you the air to say that."

The jock huffed and walked away. Y/N turned back to the other boys. The proclaimed “Murphy” was staring at the ground.

“So, he’s a complete asshole, huh?” Y/N commented

The boy in blue nodded, “Y-Yeah. Uh, thank you.”

Y/N softened at the nervousness of the boys. The one in the starry button down was looking anywhere but at Y/N. They stepped forward and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder.

“Are you guys okay?” Y/N asked softly

“Uhm, yeah.” said button down boy

“Murphy?” Y/N cooed

He looked up, he was fighting back tears. Y/N could tell, they’d done that so many times. He was trying to not cry in front of his friends.

“I’m fine.” He mumbled

Y/N nodded, “I’ll walk with you to class.”

The other two boys waved and walked away. Y/N took “Murphy”’s hand and walked him out to the front steps. A look of confusion donning his face. Y/N sat and patted the spot next to them.

“Don’t listen to that guy.” Y/N said, “He’s an asshole who wants to make you miserable because he doesn’t want anyone to be happy.”

He shook his head, “I wasn’t gonna-”

“Yes you were,” Y/N gave him a look, “I’ve been there, dude. It gets to be too much, doesn’t it?”

He was silent for a moment.

“Yeah.”

His response was quiet, almost inaudible. Y/N looked over and saw the tears had finally been released.

“It just feels like it would be so much easier. That so many people would be so much happier without me.”

Y/N nodded, they had been there. Had felt that exact thing.

“But they wouldn’t. Your friends? Those boys from the hall? Would be absolutely devastated.” Y/N replied, “Your parents would be crushed. All of your teachers would ask how they could’ve helped you more. Peers? They would think back on every single thing they said to you and regret not talking to you more. It seems easier, but it isn’t.”

He was silent, tears flowing. And Y/N wrapped their arm around his shoulder.

“It’ll pass. You wanna know how I know? Because I’ve been there.” Y/N continued, “There will be highs and lows. Times where all you want to do is go to sleep and not wake up. But, every day that you wake up and cope with all of those emotions. You’re winning a battle. A battle for your future. A future that is so, so bright.”

He sniffled, “Thank you.”

Y/N pulled him against them and let him cry into their shirt. And there they stayed for the rest of first hour. A new friendship blossoming.

#dear evan hansen #dear evan hansen x reader #evan hansen #connor murphy #jared kleinman #connor murphy x reader

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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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graziellathedancingqueen · 1 year

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connor murphy x reader part 2

requested by @fictionalincorrectquotes

summary: reader stands up for Connor in the cafeteria and defends him when the teacher is getting mad because of his phone in class.

word count: 1110 (part 1 and 2)

warnings: reader has anxiety?

pairing: Connor Murphy x reader

a/n: i hope you like it because i definitely like it!! If I made any mistakes please tell me <33

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Oddly enough Connor showed up to the next lesson as well. And it was maths. Not one of his favorites. But honestly y/n didn't like maths either.

Yet there they were both sitting in math class next to each other doing the exercises they were given. Well one of them was doing the exercises. The other one was on his phone. It went unnoticed until the teacher walked around the classroom and saw him.

"Connor... we talked about phones in class."

"Yes, mrs G... I know but-"

"No but's. We talked about this."

"It's really-"

"It can't be that important"

"No seriously it's-"

"I asked him to search something on the internet for me. About maths. I didn't really understand what we're supposed to do. My phone broke down. I'm really sorry I will ask the next time. Thank you Connor, I think I understand now. That was really kind. I really thought I'd have to sit here for the rest of the hour and stare at that worksheet. Again... I'm really sorry Mrs G. It won't happen again." y/n decides to say something, earning surprised looks from everyone else in the room.

"Is that true?" Mrs G asks Connor who just quietly nods. "Well then that's a very nice thing of you to do" she says before she keeps walking around the room.

As y/n keeps doing the exercises in front of them Connor quickly passes a note with a simple "thank you :) you didn't have to do that." on it. "I did. Do you have someone to do the history presentation with?" y/n writes back. "History presentation??" is all y/n gets. "yk the one we got the thing for yesterday. we have to hold the presentation tomorrow. about our favorite book." they write back "i totally forgot that... we can do it together? you get anxious a lot. i can tell. me too. great team." He writes down and passes the note back to y/n as the bell rings and everyone starts packing their things.

"I'd love that. How did you know?" Y/n asks

"Hm? Know what?" Connor answers as short as possible while packing up.

"That I get anxious"

"Well you do the same things I do when I'm anxious."

"Oh."

"You know what? I'll write down my address. 4p.m. okay? Oh and my parents will think we're dating. But they'll love you. They love everyone that comes over. Believe me there's been no one for ages."

"Thanks. Yeah 4p.m. sounds great..." y/n says taking the piece of paper as Connor is leaving already.

What just happened?

School is finally over and y/n is on the way home as Zoe Murphy jogs up next to her. "Hey you. Heard you're coming over later! That's interesting news. Usually we don't have people over" she says and y/n isn't sure what to think of that. "Yeah it's for this history presentation about our favorite book... we decided to do it together." y/n says and smiles at the girl walking next to her. "See you later then?" Zoe asks before walking to the left where y/n has to go right. "Yeah I'll see you later"

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

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scapingthebottomofthebarrel · 3 months

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Hello there! I’m revamping this account to add a few more fandoms I’ve been working on fics for

***VERY IMPORTANT NOTE***

While I do write for Harry Potter characters I DO NOT support that author in any capacity!!!!!

That being said here’s who I write for

-Dear Evan Hansen characters

-Newsies characters

-Be More Chill characters

-Tuck Everlasting characters

-Avengers characters

-Spider-Man

-Marauders Era characters

-Golden Trio Era characters

Wish me luck!!!!

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misguidedswagger · 2 years

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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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pearlzier · 2 months

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the sheer lack of art donaldson fics ( mike faist + characters fics in generall ) is malicious what is this.

#art donaldson smut #art donaldson x reader #art donaldson #challengers #mike faist #mike faist x reader #mike faist smut #riff lorton smut #riff lorton x reader #west side story #connor murphy smut #connor murphy x reader #dear evan hansen #dodge mason #dodge mason smut #connor murphy

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jesuistrestriste · 9 months

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♡ You're Such A Loser pt. 2; Art Donaldson x Reader ♡

nsfw (18+) cw: switch(dom)!art donaldson, switch(sub)!reader, reader guiding art through domming, begging, brief choking, slight hate fucking themes, orgasm denial, slight bit of tears/crying (he’s okay), oral sex (fem receiving), fingering, praise, degradation, creampie.

all that frustration from losing his matches has built up in him, and now Art is ready to let it all out. only because you’re letting him, of course.

word count - 2.9k

note : part twoo (part one) !! i hope that those who liked pt. one will like this part just as much :) it’s a lil bit of a switch in dynamic (pun not intended)

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He’s diving back into your cunt without hesitation, lapping at the remnants of your orgasm that have spilled and sprayed down your inner thighs. His arms are hooking under your legs so that he can bury his tongue deeper and deeper into you.

You groan deeply, running your fingers through his hair before pulling the locks taut in your fist.

“Yes, baby, just like that.. your mouth always feels so damn good,” you breathe out, moaning at his expert tongue skills.

As you gaze down at him, you can see the way that his eyes are squeezing shut and his brows are turned up in arousal as he licks at your insides. He lets out a pathetic whimper at your words of praise, which shoots a mouthful of vibrations up through your form. Your knees tremble, clamping down on his flushed cheeks, and you use your grip on his hair to guide him gently up to your clit. He takes notice of your cue, and moves his mouth up to suck your sensitive bundle of nerves. You gasp brokenly and toss your head back, before looking down again to see his face.. and god, he is beautiful. His brows are still knitted up, but now his big aquamarine eyes are watery and looking up at you like a lost puppy. He was all yours. Just yours, and he knew it too -- in fact, he loved it.

“That’s it, sweetheart, doing so--mmf!--so well,” you moan out, using your hand to now stroke at the back of his head and give him a bit more physical stimulation. His eyes flutter closed at the feeling of your fingers brushing against his scalp, and out of habit he reaches up with one of his free hands and uses his middle and ring finger to brush against your dripping hole. Immediately, you wince at the contact, and he lets out a drawn out groan that you can tell is an incoherent plea for permission. You nod.

He wastes no time in turning his wrist so that his hand is palm-side up, and then his fingers are gliding into you without any resistance whatsoever. Your body is absolutely starved for him at this point, and you can’t do a thing to hide it. As he feels your insides wrap warmly around his digits, his eyes prick with tears while he continues to mouth at your clit.

He brings his head back, detaching his mouth from your body, and moves to look longingly at the way your fingers are sucking him in every time he pulls them back. Your slick is covering his chin and his lips, which are currently parted in arousal as he huffs and puffs from desperation. He continues to pump his fingers in and out of you, relishing in the way that he can feel you clench and twitch.

“You’re so hot,” he whispers, not breaking eye contact with the point of connection between your body and his. He then decides to bury his two fingers so deep inside of you that they actually completely disappear. Next thing you know, he’s curling his fingers repeatedly in the “come hither” motion while he’s still buried up to the hilt. About thirty seconds of this is all it takes for you to get there.

“SHIT-! Oh my god, Art, don’t fucking stop, don’t stop, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum, I’m g’na-”

You manage to moan out a quick warning before your hips are arching into his touch, going completely still for a few moments. Then, wave after wave of your orgasm washes over you, causing your pelvis to spasm rapidly as you babble incoherent phrases of praise to your partner.

Art’s mouth is now completely agape, his eyes lidded, as he takes in the show of your orgasm, not stopping the movements of his fingers. You couldn’t really tell over the sound of your own vocality, but he was letting out tiny whines and whimpers from the way that your body was making his cock leak pathetically in his already-soiled boxers. He could barely hold his second orgasm off.. it was so damn hard.

After you collapse fully on the bed in an attempt to recover in your afterglow, sticky with sweat and panting heavily, you are now able to fully hear Art’s pure and unfiltered anguish. He’s moaning lowly as he glances from your cunt down to his clothed cock, which is jumping over and over in his underwear -- begging for attention. He then moves to pull his wet fingers from inside of your pussy, which allows for a few drops of viscous wetness to spill from your hole. Without hesitation, he lurches forward with his pretty tongue sitting gently on top of his bottom lip so that he can gulp down the taste of your release. He sucks and licks greedily at your hole, letting his eyes flutter closed as he grips his own thighs. He doesn’t want to touch himself yet. After all, you never gave him permission.

“You’re such a good boy, baby.. so needy and hungry for me, aren’t you?”

He nods quickly but shakily, his nose brushing against your clit as his mouth continues to relentlessly engulf your heat.

“You want me to let you cum?” you ask, knowing from his track record that he’s probably already on the edge.

He pulls back, licking at his bottom lip to not waste any of your taste, before he removes his hands from gripping his legs and instead places them to your waist. He digs his fingers into your soft flesh as he looks up at you from his position on the floor.

“Please, please, I’m already there-- just tell me I can and I will! I promise,” he gasps out, drawing out the second half of ‘promise’ to emphasize his sheer closeness. His brows are still turned up as tears start to well in his eyes. He’d cry if you said no, you knew that. The real question was: did you want to keep punishing him tonight? Had he had enough?

“Tell me how bad you want it, love.”

You could stand to be cruel a little bit longer.

He whines, his fingers clenching around the skin of your hips, as his pelvis continues to buck involuntarily.

“I want it so badly- I wanna cum- I’m so close, please please please.. I don’t know if I can stop it,” he moans, the slight friction of his cock against his wet boxers pushing him closer and closer to the point of no return.

“What if I said no?”

“Nooo, god, please don’t.. I’ve already made you cum.. I could prob’ly cum just from you telling me that I can.. can I? Oh shit, please-”

“I’ll tell you what: I’ll let you cum if you can take control for once.”

He looks at you, confused, before trying to stave off his orgasm by biting down on your thigh as he lets out a broken whimper. You yelp, before stroking his hair, knowing that he was deep in an animalistic state of mind -- he didn’t mean to hurt you, he just was trying so hard to be good.

“Use your words, Art.”

He releases you from between his teeth, before tears are spilling down his cheeks.

“I,” he sobs, “I can try.. but you know that I’m not like that..”

“I know, baby, I know. I want to teach you. Would you like to try that?”

He nods. He’d do anything to cum at this point.

You use your hands to push yourself farther back onto the bed so that your head is now close to the headboard. Art watches your every move, but stays as still as he can. He still wanted to please you, and didn’t want to do anything without your say-so. This was going to have to change within the next ten minutes.

You pat the bed’s comforter, and he immediately crawls up onto the bed and hovers over your form. His breathing remains uneven as his cheeks continue to flush with the torment of his delayed release. The erection in his boxers is still as stiff as ever, and you eye the way that it visibly jumps with anticipation.

One of your hands reaches up to comfortingly caress his face, and he leans into your touch.

“Breathe, honey, breathe. You’ll get what you want soon.”

He sighs, which almost turns into a moan, but he cuts himself off as you start to give instruction.

“Okay, first I want you to take off my top and bra. Undress me, understand?”

“Yeah,” he responds breathlessly, moving to pull your shirt over your head and unclasp your bra in under a minute. You were now completely naked, and he allowed himself the pleasure of drinking in the sight of your uncovered body. You were so gorgeous, it made his dick twitch.

“Good. Now, take off your boxers and shirt. I wanna see you,” you couldn’t help staying in a dominant headspace for a few seconds more.. it was just so fun to boss him around. He was so quick to follow directions, too.

He unsurprisingly does as he’s told, swiftly removing his gray tee and pulling down his boxers. At the sight of his bare cock, you bite your lower lip and place a hand on the back of his neck to guide him down to meet your mouth. You kiss him deeply, letting your own tongue lick his as he reciprocates with equal ferocity. He’s mashing his lips with yours, moaning into your open mouth when you pull back to switch the angle of your head. You bite down on his bottom lip before sucking it, which causes him to groan deep in his chest. Your hands snake to his lower back and you pull him down in one swift motion so that his body is now pressed flushed to yours as you continue to make out. A few more moments of this go by before Art knows that he has to speak up..

“I th-think I’m gonna c-cum,” he stutters, rubbing his hard cock against your lower stomach, “I can’t hold it, I cannn’t-!”

You reach down quickly and grasp his dick, which makes his eyes roll back into his low lids, and then you’re sliding it inside of your tight hole without warning.

“Nnghh-! I’m--fuck!” he sobs out, immediately spilling a thick, warm load inside of you. You let him thrust shallowly into you as he pumps you full of cum.

“Ah hah hah haah-!” he cries as he overstimulates his cock by continuing to fuck himself through his long-awaited orgasm.

As you watch his face with a smile and feel his throbbing dick inside of you, Art suddenly pushes himself up onto his hands so that he’s looking down at you. He’s gasping for more air but his brows are sitting low on his face and he looks weirdly upset.

You reach a hand up to his face, but he grabs your wrist with one hand and shakes his head without breaking eye contact with you.

“Don’t,” he breathes out, before beginning to thrust his spent cock more forcefully inside of you. Was he pissed that you had initially denied him..?

“Wha-”

“Don’t say anything, please,” he cuts you off, “just let me fuck you some more..”

You close your mouth, feeling a new kind of heat swirl in your gut. There was something about his tone that was new for him.. there was a bit of authority in it. Art hangs his head as he groans, pulling his cock all the way out to the tip before slamming it back into you. The wind feels like it just got knocked completely out of your lungs, and you squirm on the sheets.

“You feel so good.. f-fuck, I’m already hard again,” he moans, a growl beginning to creep up his throat.

A moan escapes your lungs as you let your head fall back into the plush pillow, and then before you can fully comprehend what he’s doing, his hand is over your mouth. His elbow is resting by your neck as his palm covers the lower half of your face and muffles your sounds.

“I said to be quiet,” he says gruffly, now speeding up the movements of his hips. They snap back and forth with a renewed sense of fervor, filling you up with his heavy cock with every thrust inside of you. You moan, although muffled, and you can tell that your stifled sounds were driving him crazy.

“You did a lot of talking tonight, babe, now let me say something--”

You drool under his hand, your mouth open and panting, as you try to focus on his words,

“I don’t get why you called me a loser when you’re my coach.. my loss is your loss- shit!”

The tip of his cock hits your cervix as you clench around him, causing him to briefly lose his train of thought. He finds it quicker than you thought he would, though.

“So that means that you’re a loser too, aren’t you?” he spits out with gritted teeth, leaning down close to your face and looking deep into your eyes. You compulsively whimper and buck your hips up to meet his.

“Use your words, baby,” he mocks you from earlier, anger laced potently in his command.

He knows that you can’t talk coherently right now, and it’s not his hand that’s stopping you. He knows damn well that if he removed his hand from your mouth, you’d still be a slurring mess of moans and pleas for more beneath him. His cock was fucking you so well, and it was hitting all of the right places at all of the right times. You weren’t sure you were going to last much longer, and neither was he to be honest..

Before, he was in the mindset of a defeated, washed-up tennis champ, but now he was taking on the same persona that he did when he was in his prime. When he won back-to-back matches. He was a fucking beast.

“Mmmph-! Mm-!” your moans rolled around in your chest and were muffled by Art’s large palm as he continued to fuck mercilessly into you. You felt the cord in your gut being pulled taut.. ready to snap at any moment..

Suddenly, he pulls his hand from your mouth and groans, bringing it up to his mouth as he licks depravedly at your drool left behind on his skin. You whimper at the sight, and he follows it up with a similar vocalization before speaking down to you.

“You taste so good, baby, fuck fuck...” he pants, the movements of his hips becoming sloppier by the second.

he places his wet palm down across the center of your collarbones, and you groan lowly at the feeling, before you take his wrist and manually move his hand up to the base of your throat.

“please,” you whimpered.

and he readily obliged.

Art squeezes gently at the sides of your throat, stifling the blood flow to your brain and initiating the spread of a pleasant fuzziness throughout your body and head that made your impending orgasm feel that-much-more intense.

“you like that? you like when i choke you, baby..?” he moans, clearly enjoying the switch in dynamic as much as you were.

you nod immediately, trying to take in more oxygen as his fingers pressed deliberately against your pulse. then, he released you from his grasp like a lion drops a gazelle from its mouth before feasting upon it.

you take a huge, broken breath into your lungs before everything begins to feel like it’s getting too much .. everything feels too good right now..

“Honeyimgonna-mffphh!-imgonnacumpleaseohmygod” you couldn’t stop the slurry of nonsensical pleas and whines as you felt your orgasm getting ready to wash over you.

“I’m gonna give it to you so good.. i wanna fill you up.. you’d be nowhere without me, let’s face it.. if i didn’t win any matches we’d have no income.. so i’m not a goddamn loser.. i’m not.. i’m.. i..”

Art was becoming more and more incomprehensible the closer he got, and then he felt everything crash down around him once your orgasm started to rip through you and pulse around him.

“OH GOD! HOLY SH- OH FFFUCK! I’M CUMMING I’M CUMMING!” he shouts, unable to hold anything back as he fills you up again.

You feel the warmth and tingly pressure of his release spread throughout your cunt as you cum on his throbbing cock, your eyes rolling as your head tips back against the bed. You whimper and groan as you take in the feeling of your second orgasm of the night, and relish in the heat and aftermath of your partner’s third one.

After you both come down slightly from your highs, Art collapses in a sticky, sweaty mess on top of you as his chest heaves against yours. You close your eyes, smiling, as your hands move to rub lovingly at his lower back. As his head rests heavily in the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent, he slowly pulls his hips back and you whimper as the feeling of emptiness starts to rush through you in the absence of his length.

You could feel his cum oozing down your pussy, and you laughed softly at the sudden realization of the reality of your situation.

“You know,” you huffed, still trying to catch your breath, “i think you just came inside of me again.”

he laughs.

“i don’t think i could have stopped that from happening..” he smirks, rubbing his soft but sensitive cockhead against the inner part of your right thigh.

“right, right.. all i’m saying is that you better not get me pregnant. you’re already a handful as it is.”

“You love it,” he whispers, picking up his head slightly to bite at your neck.

“Whatever you say, loser.”

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guys, this took so long to finally finish up and that’s on me lmaoo

writer’s block had me in a firm chokehold n i didn’t like it

i feel like i ended this fic a bit quickly, but i think that can mostly be chalked up to sleep deprivation.

anyways, hope this quenched ur mike faist thirst for the moment, but i have more ideas that i want to write about asap.. so there’s definitely some more hot stuff coming soon hehe

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weight-allow-accept · 13 days

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#modal #playstation #sims 4 creator #dear evan hansen #bbc breeding #meninos #yang xiao long #graffiti #la la land #harry potter x reader #mountians

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sadboi-writer · 2 years

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Hi!!

I just asked the question abt what musicals you write for bc I wanted confirmation on who I could request for I literally haven’t had any musical fanfic that came out recently 😭 screaming

Anyway 😍

Can I request a Jared Kleinman x fem!reader please :)

Like a plot of reader is quite shy and closed off, complete opposite to Jared, but she really likes him and when he confesses to her she gets super upset thinking it’s just a joke and storms off

Don't Say That

Jared Kleinman x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Swearing

"Y/N!"

She looked up from her lunch tray. A small smile on her face as Jared sat down in front of her. Evan glanced at the two but continued reading his book.

“Hey, Jared,” Y/N greeted

“Hey, lovebug, I’ve got a question for you?” Jared replied

“If you need help with your math homework again you can forget it.”

Jared shook his head, “No, no! Well, maybe later. But, that’s not what I’m talking about!”

Y/N rolled her eyes, “What do you need?”

“Well, it’s more of a want than a need.”

“Jared!”

He shook his head, “Sorry, sorry. You know that dance that Alana Beck is planning?”

Y/N glanced at Evan who was now listening to his friends more than reading.

“Yeah? The winter formal.” Y/N replied, “She can’t stop talking about it.”

“Right! Well, I’m in need of a date!” Jared continued, “ And I was wondering if you would be so gracious as to go with me.”

Y/N’s entire world stopped. No way was Jared Kleinman asking her out, and the more she thought about it she realized there was no way Jared was asking her out seriously. She swallowed the hope that built in her stomach.

“Who’s idea was this?” Y/N asked softly, earning both Evan and Jared’s confusion

“Uh, mine?” Jared replied

“Drop the shit, how much were you paid? Was it Connor?” Y/N demanded, tears welling in their eyes, “Of course it fucking was, there’s no way it wasn’t.”

Y/N slammed her hands on the table and stood. She rushed off, stealing the looks of everyone in the cafeteria. Jared looked at Evan, sadness and confusion lacing his face.

“What did I do?” Jared asked

Evan looked where Y/N had run and sighed, “She’s had like a massive crush on you for years. I think she thought someone paid you to ask her as a joke.”

Alana came over and sat next to the boys, “Is Y/N okay? She looked like she was crying.”

Jared sighed, “She thinks I asked her to the winter formal as a joke.”

Alana smacked his head, “Go get her then! I have not sat through 40 minutes a day of her fawning over you for this to not work out!”

Jared got up and started to walk away before turning to Alana to ask where Y/N would be.

“Library, back corner, huge beanbag chair.” Alana cut him off

He took off in a sprint, ignoring his teacher’s protests. When he got to the library he was given a harsh shush from the librarian. He wandered through the aisles of books, looking for the girl he adored. When he finally did find her, his heart cracked just a little bit. She was curled up with her head to her knees, sniffling softly.

He sat down on the beanbag, causing her to look up.

“Hey,” He greeted gently

“Hi,” She whimpered

They sat in a tense silence for a moment. Until Jared broke it.

“It wasn’t a joke, you know?” He started, “I adore you Y/N I just never really had the guts to say it.”

“You really want to go to the dance with me?” Y/N sniffled

Jared nodded, he took her hand and kissed her knuckles, “I would love nothing more.”

#dear evan hansen #jared kleinman #jared kleinman x reader #connor murphy #evan hansen #alana beck'#dear evan hansen x reader

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dreaminginpastels · 1 year

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characters I write for

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»»-----　my darlings (characters I will ALWAYS write for)　-----««

♥︎ remus lupin (harry potter - marauders era)

♥︎ druig (marvel - eternals)

♥︎ spencer reid (criminal minds)

♥︎ ed nygma/the riddler (gotham, batman: forever, potentially the batman if people would like!)

♥︎ peter parker

(tom holland or andrew garfield only, pre-no way home only as I haven’t seen that film yet, and am not as familiar with tobey maguire’s peter parker)

♥︎ newt (the maze runner)

♥︎ data (star trek: the next generation)

♥︎ michael mell (be more chill)

♥︎ reed richards (the fantastic four)

♥︎ peeta mellark / finnick odair (the hunger games)

♥︎ merry / pippin / sam / frodo (lord of the rings)

♥︎ pat butcher (bbc ghosts)

♥︎ todd anderson / neil perry (dead poets society)

♥︎ theo dimas (only murders in the building)

♥︎ newt scamander (harry potter - fantastic beasts)**

**prior to the newest movie only

»»-----　as a kind of general rule, I can write for any character from: -----««

- harry potter / marauders era / fantastic beasts and where to find them

(original movies/books characters only)

- marvel (especially eternals and avengers)

- criminal minds (seasons 1-7 until I catch up)

- lord of the rings (trilogy only, I haven’t read the hobbit yet!)

- the hunger games

- gotham

- the maze runner

- dead poet’s society

- ghosts (bbc)

- the fantastic four

- x-men

- star trek: the next generation

- dirk gently’s holistic detective agency (netflix series only)

- the back to the future trilogy

- narnia (movies only)

- the pirates of the caribbean

- dear evan hansen (musical)

- be more chill (musical)

- only murders in the building

please note:

this is NOT an exhaustive list, I am a fan of heaps of fandoms and am in love with way too many fictional characters 😅

plus I’m always open to new suggestions!

the best option is to send me either a direct message or an ask to check if I write for any particular characters that you might have in mind

I’m very friendly and am super happy to discuss it with you!

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graziellathedancingqueen · 1 year

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connor murphy x reader part 1

requested by @fictionalincorrectquotes

summary: reader stands up for Connor in the cafeteria and defends him when the teacher is getting mad because of his phone in class.

word count: 1110 (part 1 and 2)

warnings: reader has anxiety?

pairing: Connor Murphy x reader

a/n: i hope you like it because i definitely like it!! If I made any mistakes please tell me <33

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First day of school after summer holidays. Great. The worst day of school. Well one of the worst days of school. Always the days after holidays. It's so hard going back after maybe having the time of your life.

That wasn't the case for Connor Murphy. It also wasn't the case for y/n. Both had been spending the holidays at home all day. Their families didn't seem to like that and they were really happy to get them out of the house.

Now both the teens were walking down the same hallway but facing each other. They straight up ran into each other as they were both looking on the ground which ended with him shoving y/n to the ground, looking at them and just walking away. Y/n was now thinking //should i just keep laying on the ground or should I try to get up? Laying here isn't that bad// until they feel someone gently kicking their leg "hey... um... I'm sorry about my brother. Y/n, right? We have history together... in... five minutes" Zoe Murphy says holding out her hand for y/n to take and help her up. "Don't worry. It was my fault anyways. You're Zoe then?" Y/n answers unable to meet her eyes. "Yeah. Zoe Murphy. Do you know where the class room is? I don't really understand our new time table" the girl says smiling at y/n "Sure... we have exactly two minutes to get there. Let's go. Is your brother okay?" y/n tries to keep the conversation going looking over at Zoe. "You're really asking me if he's okay? He pushed you. Not the other way around." Zoe says looking rather surprised. "He seemed upset." "That's because he hates school and people. He's probably skipping our history class" Zoe responds shrugging before opening the door to the classroom. It's almost a wonder but as they enter they see no one other than Connor Murphy in the back of the class. "How...?" y/n starts. "Must've sneaked past us as we were talking and you were... laying on the ground." Zoe says not questioning anything. Y/n gives her a quick look before the bell rings and they have to sit down.

Class starts and the teacher keeps asking pointless questions as Connor keeps having an eye on y/n, who keeps picking the skin on their fingers while their leg keeps shaking uncontrollably. Mannerisms he knows very well from himself.

Almost two hours later it's time for lunch. Finally. But there's nothing y/n hates more that the cafeteria. Yet y/n has to go there to at least get the food and leave. Maybe sit down under a tree in the garden or something.

But just as they enter the cafeteria they hear Jared say something about Connor's hair and Evan laughing about it. It wasn't really their fault but for whatever reason y/n was not having it. "God can you like shut the fuck up for once. Seriously though try to talk when you have something smart to say. And as we all know that's really rare (ik he's kinda smart just ignore that. We all know that he's mean sometimes) you should shut up right now, turn around and leave." y/n says before just walking past the three boys that are all just staring in shock. Once again Connor just turns around and leaves but not before flashing y/n the smallest smile. Jared just looks over at Evan "whatever. They're freaks. Let's just get our lunch and find a place to sit"

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

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