I WOULD DIE

I WOULD DIE 😭

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"

alex summers deserved to live, CHANGE MY FUCKING MIND

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.

please never stop writing

You’re in love | a.s

pairing: Alex Summers x F!Reader, Scott Summers x F!Reader (platonic), Peter Maximoff x F!Reader (platonic)

a/n: It’s been a while since I’ve written a imagine, especially for my bai, Alex Summers, so here we are.

words: 0.657k

warnings: sitting on the hood of a car, mentions of food

“Why are you three here again?” Scott asked, sulking as he leaned his head on the car window. 

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