Hello Lovely Person ! I Hope Youre Having A Good Day Or Evening ! I Wanted To Know If You Could Do A

Hello lovely person ! I hope you’re having a good day or evening ! I wanted to know if you could do a part 2 for have you ever kissed someone? (Connor x Reader) cause you are my comfort writer on this app and I’m not feeling really well since some times ? It’s totally okay if you don’t want to or/and can’t ! I totally understand!!

Much loveee

Connor Murphy x Reader: I want to make you happy.

Words: 1265

Warnings: Swearing lol

Edited?: Like always, no.

Reaader's pronouns: I think it isn't stated.

Summary: Y/N can't stop thinking about kissing Connor.

Author's note: ma, look, i'm someone's comfort writer!! that's just because nobody requested angst yet, angst with bad endings is my favorite genre. here's part to for have you ever been kissed, which you can find here. thank you for requesting, anon, i love you!! criticism is appreciated, and request are still open. i currently have no request left, please request !

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Know the whole 'in order to try and make my feelings for my very best friend disappear I'll try to subtly avoid him to see if they really go away' move? Well, maybe it was dumb but you decided to try it out and, fuck it, it wasn't really working. Your confusing feelings about Connor remained, in fact, since kissing him they had increased considerably. And since you weren't exactly doing the technique in the right way, you couldn't exactly expect it to give the results you expected. You didn't exactly want to avoid Connot, he was your only and more dearest friend, and avoiding him for no apparent reason just didn't feel right for you.

However, Connor knew you better than he knew himself, and he had noticed something had changed on your behaviour. You looked more absent than usual, you didn't answer as fast as you did to his message text, you would walk home instead of letting him drive you after school. The night you had stopped answering his text at all he freaked out—he couldn't lose you. Not you, the only person who still had faith in him—, so he had one of those impulsive decisions of his and decided to go to your house to talk things out, to confront you about whatever was happening.

When Connor climbed all the way to your window, knocking loudly on it so you would open it for him, you were sitting on your desk, working on a project on your laptop. You immediately turned around when you heard those noises you knew too well, seeing Connor pressed against the window, waiting for you to let him enter. Nervousness got into your body as fast as you saw him, but you still got up, walked to the window and held it open as he entered.

"I've called you like three times, you aren't answering your texts" he said bluntly, his hands entering his hoodie's pockets.

"Sorry, I-uh," you looked over at your phone, on the bed. You had left it there to avoid answering to him ", I had it on silence and I was working on—"

"Did I do something?" he interrupted you, then again abruptly. You blinked, not understanding why he was asking that "I mean, it's obvious you're mad at me for something but—fuck, sorry, whatever I did..."

"No, what? No— Connor..." you shook your head, anxiously. I'm mad at you because you kissed me and I liked it a bit too much "No, you're getting all wrong"

Connor scoffed "Of course I am. Me, Connor fucking Murphy, never understanding things!" he suddenly looked so mad, misunderstanding everything.

No. "No! I didn't mean that, Con, c'mon, you know me" you said, taking a step back. You could see on his eyes a glimmer of pain, how hurt he was about you now literally getting away from him. No, you couldn't hurt him like this, you wouldn't let yourself do it. You sighed "Look—If you want me to tell you what is happening I will... but I'd prefer not to, because I'm scared I'll-I'll lose you"

"Lose me?" frowned Connor, not understanding how could you ever do something so bad be would stop seeing you, his friend, his very best friend. You opened your mouth to explain yourself, but he stopped you "Just fucking tell me, Y/N"

Sighing again, you walked towards your bed and sat at the edge, taking your time to do all of that. You were going to confess your romantic feelings for your best friend to your best friend, in the least romantic way.

He watched closely every move you made, refusing to sit down even when you gestured for him to do so. Connor was still upset.

"I haven't stopped thinking about us kissing since it happened," you let out, a whisper he almost didn't hear. When he processed your words, you weren't able to figure out what he was thinking, so you just kept going "I hadn't even acknowledged I had... feelings for you until we kissed. I'm sorry, this is completely out of place, I shouldn't—I mean, you're my best friend, for fuck's sake! I would want us to still be friends because you obviously don't..."

"Shut up"

You've fucked it all. Still, you pursed your lips when you heard his harsh words, and you immediately looked away so you didn't have to face all the way his rejection. You should have expected it. What you did not expect was to feel the mattress sink down when he seated next to you, his hand resting on your thigh. Connor never sat in your bed if he could avoid it, so that was completely new and totally caught you off guard and by surprise.

"I have... feelings for you too" he murmured voice, low and shy. Your brain didn't process it right away, and your silence encouraged him to keep talking "I thought that, after kissing you, it would go away. I mean, fuck, I couldn't like you, right? You're my fucking friend. Well, turns out the feelings stayed there, liking your best friend is number one Google's search and suddenly you were getting weird and I was scared you would—"

"You like me too?" you interrupted him, looking intensely to his hand on your thigh, and then at his eyes.

Connor looked away "I mean, yeah. I was serious with not wanting to be unkissed before turning eighteen, I wasn't being creepy on you, or at least I didn't meant to"

You shook your head "No, Con..." your hand rested lightly above his. He looked back at you "It wasn't creepy. It was ridiculously good, especially when it was only supposed for you to know what it was like"

Your thumb brushed against the palm of his hand. He watched your movements against his skin, carefully, like he didn't want to miss a single one.

"What now?" Connor asked, tearing his gaze slowly from your hands, together, to your eyes.

You shrugged "I don't know"

But you guessed you two knew what you had to do. It was almost simultaneously, you tel looked at each other's lip at basically the same time. But this time it was Connor who slowly moved closer to you, leaning in, cupping your cheek with his free hand while the other rested on your thigh, guiding you to his lips.

Nice. Kissing Connor felt nice, something safe and good, like time stopped while you took your time to kiss each other calmly. Like nothing else outside of you two existed at all.

Your fingers followed his brow, curly locks, gently tracing how they fell down his nape. It was you who parted, but instead of backing away you just rested your forehead against his.

"I really, really like you," you whispered, closing your eyes "And I'd really, really like to date you"

Even though you weren't looking at him, you could feel how he shook his head, then sighed "You deserve so much more. I don't deserve you"

"Shut up, that's bullshit" your eyes snapped open, to face him. You moved away, his hand falling from your cheek, only a bit for you to look at him better, to let him see the honest truth on your eyes "We deserve each other, you deserve me as much as I deserve you"

Connor stared at you, with that soft, vulnerable, sad-like look on his eyes. Your thumb brushed once again against his hand.

"You deserve to be happy, Connor," you said, soft but honest ", and I want to make you happy"

the theater kid temptation to write a fic where reader confronts riff with these exact same words. LIKE I SWEAR- i'm not even kidding anymore.

he looks so happy

i just think that this mike faist interview. smiley guy!

JJ Maybank x Reader: Of course I'm flirting with you.

Words: 1210

Warnings: probably swearing and attitudes

Reader's pronouns: Pretty sure it's not mentioned.

Summary: JJ talks to Y/N in the middle of class, with unknown intentions.

Author's note: trying to make jj a bit more awkward that usual is my favorite thing to do. enjoy this short fic! criticism is appreciated and request are open! hit that anon button and send me your ideas!

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Mister Sunn hadn't come to school today, but he had given the substitute teacher some work you had to finish before the class ended. The substitute teacher, so innocent and not knowing how to handle teenagers in their senior years, was convinced by them to let them not hand in the work and allow them to take their phones and listen to music while they worked. 

You were doing your work, you knew Mister Sunn would anyway ask for it the next day of school and you didn't want to be in detention for an hour. Leaned against the table and headphones in, you weren't listening to those vividly talking around you, and you wouldn't have taken your earbuds off if it wasn't for someone patting your shoulder. 

You were already imagining who was requesting your attention: annoying, handsome and cool JJ Maybank had been sitting on your right for less than a week and he was already stressing you out. He came to class more often than you had expected, but he made you nervous. It wasn't exactly because he was attractive, that was in too though, it was more how he acted. JJ laughed when he wasn't supposed to, his commentary about the lessons were constant and sometimes not really funny, he was always accidentally dropping his pen and he never answered correctly to the questions teachers asked him. It got on your nerves, but you had to remind yourself almost constantly there were people more annoying and worse than JJ pretty boy Maybank.

It was certainly him who had tapped your shoulder, you knew when you turned to face him, taking your right earbud off so you could hear him say something that wasn't going to be smart at all, because he had that idiotic smirk of his on his lips, the one he had every time he was going to say something stupid. 

"What?" you forced out when he just stared at you, not saying anything and still grinning. 

"You're the only one who is actually doing anything" he commented, glancing at the notebook on your desk. 

You raised your brow at him "You're very perceptive, Maybank, aren't you?" 

"Indeed," he chuckled, a hand going through his hair and ruffling it. What was that supposed to mean? ", but why?" 

"Why what?" 

JJ scoffed impatiently "Why are you doing shit instead of doing what everyone else is doing?" 

"Because," you noticed how your voice sounded like you were defending yourself. You forced yourself to calm down before continuing. JJ wasn't attacking you ", I'll have to do this sooner or later, so I'm just using my time right" and then, you mumbled more to yourself than for him "And sometimes doing what the crowd does is not smart" 

"Stupid decisions have good out comes all the time" he shot back, grinning, letting you know he had heard the last part. 

You raised your eyebrow at him "Let me guess. You said that, didn't you?" 

"Why are you so meanie to me, Y/N?" he teased, his smile not dropping. 

You rolled your eyes, turning your face to the other side to continue doing the assignment Mister Sunn had left you all. You heard how he moved his chair closer to yours, and felt how he moved closer to you in general. When you turned your head to figure what he was doing, you found him so close to you you had almost crushed your lips against your cheek. You hadn't, though, and he only glanced at you for some seconds before continuing to look at something in your paper. 

"What now?" you muttered, heat slowly coming to your cheeks because of what could have almost happened. It would have certainly been awkward, no doubt about it. 

"I like your handwriting," he said, smiling a bit. 

"Are you trying to copy my homework?" 

"No- For the love of God, relax, Y/N," JJ scoffed, looking at you like you had insulted him. His gaze quickly softened, though ", I'm just tryna talk to you. You know, establish some conversation? Socialize? Does that sound familiar to you?" 

"Whatever, JJ," you murmured. You watched from the corner of your eye how he searched for something on his school bag "What are you doing?" 

"Don't we have to do an assignment for the end of the term in pairs?" JJ asked, like it was obvious. 

He was right. Mister Sunn had let that assignment drop out of his mouth on one of those week's classes, saying also the pairs wouldn't be made by him. 

You watched how JJ took a notebook, probably the only notebook he had for school, from his school bag and ripped a page out of it. JJ watched around him before again leaning in against you, to take your pen from your hand. He scribbled down some numbers on the piece of paper, and then handed it over to you with an annoying smile on his lips. 

"What is this?" you said, not taking the paper. 

"My number, duh," he said, rolling his eyes, his smile still on his face. JJ's hand got closer to yours, so you would take the paper ", so you can text me about the assignment" 

You couldn't help but let out a chuckle, that made him smile even more. You looked surprise and for the first time, JJ had achieved the goal of making you not be so defensive to him. 

"Who says I'm doing the assignment with you?" 

JJ raised an eyebrow. He looked around, and then stared back at you "Well, I'm the closest person you have in the classroom. So I thought..." 

"Mister Sunn didn't say anything about the pairs having to be sitting together in class" 

"Well, whatever," slowly, JJ looked more defeated than he should have. His hand was still handing you the piece of paper, but with less confidence ", are you gonna take it or not? My arm's getting tired here" 

You looked at the piece of paper, again reluctant and defensive. What could go wrong? To his surprise, because he was already thinking you wouldn't take the paper, you took it and nodded. 

"Fine, I'll do the assignment with you" 

"Great" JJ smiled at you, wildly. He watched how you put the piece of paper in your pocket "And maybe I could buy you a coke whenever we're done with that assignment?" 

In utter surprise, you looked at him. JJ's smile was sweet, charming and confident, like it didn't take any of his courage to say things like that all the time, to anyone. But a hint of nervousness shone slightly on his eyes, betraying him and letting you know that maybe that was more real than what it could look like. 

You frowned "Are you... flirting with me?" 

"God, you're really really bad at hints," he chuckled lightly, his smile growing wider because he found it genuinely funny how clueless you were. JJ looked even prettier when he laughed ", of course I'm flirting with you. Is it working?" 

Something happened, because you couldn't control your face or its reactions, and your lips showed him the nice smile he was hoping for "Just maybe" 

"So what you say? We go on that date or not, Y/N?"

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