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Connor Murphy x Reader: Have you ever kissed someone?

Words: 1537

Warnings: Swearing, almost make out, sexual tension but nothing too sexual??

Reader pronouns: she/her

Summary: Y/N has been Connor Murphy's best friend for around two years now. She has watched Connor go through his highs and lows. In their senior year, they both get even closer than ever, and finally, on a movie night, Connor makes a move. Even though it is not the move Y/N expected.

Author's note: I know it's an overused plot and mine's really short but I wanted to do it so badly! Hope you like it <3 And do have in mind this is a Connor that is comfortable around the reader because they have been friends for long, so it's not the all aggressive Connor we are used to. Also, I guess Miguel's existence is just completely erased here? Because in the book you kinda tell that Miguel and Connor hooked up at least one time, and in here we're talking about an unkissed untouched Connor Murphy? And maybe I will do a part 2 if someone actually likes this?? Tell me what you think!

Edited?: No lol ( also have in mind that english is not my first language so there will probably be mistakes )

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"Y/N?" 

His question crosses the room, like a bullet through loud wind, hissing. It would have been completely nice and you wouldn't have slightly jumped on your seat if you two weren't watching that stupid movie he had chose. You always get too immersed into movies. 

You turn your head in his direction, facing Connor. He has been your best friend since forever, if forever could mean two years. But it was now, in senior year, when you two were starting to get really, really close.  

He looks at you out of the corner of his eye, like you are some unknown creature he has just crossed paths with. Like he hadn't even called you. 

"Yeah?" Your eyes go back to the TV screen once you have checked he is okay. You had feared he had called you because he was having some random panic attack, or a mental breakdown. It wasn't like it would bother you, you were there for him, for everything he needed. You just wanted to see him happy.

"I have a question for you?" Connor kind of doubts as he speaks. That makes you glance back at him. 

You hum slightly, nudging him with your elbow in a joyful move, smiling a bit "What is it?" 

Silence. Except for the screams from the boy in the film, getting assassinated by an axe murderer. It's not pretty but you can't keep your eyes from looking, because you are horrified. Oh, you hated Connor for choosing that film, but you still got near his shoulder because of the ridiculously enormous amount of blood coming out of the boy's neck. Connor inevitably tenses at the approaching.

"Have you ever kissed someone?" 

It takes some time for you to register that it is Connor's voice, and that he is talking to you. Have you ever kissed someone? Oh. 

You look at him, finding his eyes focused on the screen, again like he hadn't talked. But he is waiting for an answer. 

Your lips get dry for no reason, so you lick them before even opening your mouth to offer him an answer. 

"Yeah," it comes hoarse and a bit rusty, but it comes out. And you were telling the truth. Connor glanced at you "You haven't?" 

Now a girl is screaming. God, that axe murderer couldn't get enough, could he? You glance at the TV as a warning, like that would make the movie stop, and then you look back at Connor. 

You had always found him attractive, and you had told him sometimes before. There's something about his angled face, the way his curls fall down, how tall he is. How kind he is. He is attractive. Your heart pounds in order to bring you back to reality. 

Connor's brow is frowned "Who did you kiss?" 

The memory comes into you slowly. Summer camp, last year. The kid was cute. And a redhead. A bit of an asshole. He was a good kisser, though. 

"It was at Summer camp last year. Mark? I think I told you about him?" You trail off, shrugging.

"And how was it?"

You open your mouth, then shut it close. You thought you knew how to describe it, but you didn't. It was… weird? In a good way?

"You haven't been kissed?" You ask again, tilting your head. 

Connor scoffs and then looks away. You think he is not going to answer, but he does "No"

"Why?" He looks at you like he wants to kill you, and you realize how bad that sounded "No, fuck- I mean, you're good looking. It's just hard to believe you haven't kissed anyone"

"Well, I haven't," he states bitterly.

You catch your lip, nibbling at it as you kept looking at him, while he kept looking at physically everything but you. 

"It's nice," you finally let out, shrugging again. He looks at you, paying attention "I mean, I guess. There are no butterflies like in books, you know? But it's nice. Sometimes it gets to sloppy" 

"Too sloppy?" Connor inquires, twitching his eyebrows. 

At this point, you are able to just stare at him and forget about the noise of the movie. You nod slowly, "Yeah, sloppy" 

He hums and, some minutes after, he nods "Get it. Nice but sloppy" 

"No, I mean- Sometimes it's sloppy. But it's nice" 

"Fine"

Connor looks at you for the last time before focusing again on the movie. You try to do the same, but you can't help but notice how tense his body is. There's something else in his mind, you could feel it. However, you decided not to push it. If it was important, having the trust you two have in each other, it would eventually come up. And you are right, it did come up. 

"It's kinda lame, y'know?" He says, suddenly, glancing at you "Being close to eighteen years old and not having kissed anyone. Like, a fucking certificate to my lame high school experience"

You purse your lips. High school hasn't been a great deal for you either "It's not lame, Con. Maybe you should wait for someone you really wanna kiss?"

Connor mutters something you're unable to catch. Then he stares right at your eyes, completely serious. It's almost weird, especially when he can't seem to say the words he has on his mouth.

"What?" you ask. 

"You can say no," he warns, high cheeks flushing pink. You don't understand nothing, until he continues ", uhm… Could you, like, kiss me? To just know what to expect when I kiss someone, you know? Not as in a creepy way, just- I don't like you or anything, I just wanna be ready. You know?"

I don't like you or anything. It stings like hell, but you help yourself from grimacing. It shouldn't hurt, anyways, you two are best friends. That's it, that's the whole deal. Your stupid little feelings about Connor fucking Murphy were your problem.

"Are you sure?" You mumble. Connor turns the TV's volume down, which you are thankful for "Do you really want your first kiss to be with… me?"

His cheeks flush pink "Yeah. You're my best friend, I'm comfortable with you. You still can say no-"

"Fine" 

Connor blinks a couple of time. He looks like he was completely sure you would reject him. Instead, you try to get comfortable on the couch, suddenly is too small, especially for two people who are planning out a kiss. It's weird. 

"How- What should I-?" Connor makes a mess of himself and he let's out a few hardcore curses when he notices. 

You just giggle, shaking your head "Just… let go" and then you leaned in. 

Your lips against his surprise him. As you had expected, because damnit if you have accidentally thought about those lips for the last months, his lips are somewhat tense, but still remaining soft. Connor's hand rests in your cheek before he makes even a move with his lips, and you tense behind his touch. Then, he kisses back, and you feel that nice feeling you had told him about some minutes before. And you feel horrible because you like it more than what you're supposed to.

You thought you would share a few kisses and then back away. Continue watching the movie. But Connor seemed focused on kissing your lips, every time making it better. He started off shy, clumsy, too tense to let go. Now he's a bit more confident, and he makes your mouth wait some infernal seconds before giving it the reward of his. He's not the best, but you know it's just because he is inexperienced. When your lips part and his tongue threatens to enter your mouth, you abruptly back away, gasping. 

"Sorry! I- Fuck, I-" Connor groans and covers his face with his hands, out of shame. You take sharp breaths in, worrying he would hear your heart beat, because your heart really seems determinate to make him hear it "I let go too much"

"It's- It's okay" you shook your head, hurrying to reassure him "I got carried away too. That was actually… good?" 

Connor's cheeks are even redder than yours "You don't seem convinced?"

"It was good" you stated then, smiling a bit. You still can't believe you kissed Connor Murphy, and it was just to let him have a first kiss. So romantic you almost scoff when you think about that "At first it was weird but then it got good. I guess you're ready to have a real first kiss"

Connor nods, a bit absently "You think?"

"Yeah- I do"

"Thank you. I guess"

He nods again, and then turns the TV's volume up again. It almost hurts how he returns to watching the movie like nothing had happened, but your remind yourself that kiss meant nothing to him, and that it should mean nothing to you. Connor just wanted to know what it was to be kissed, before he became of age. And you obliged. Then again, your feelings for Connor Murphy, now confused and panicked by those kisses, are your problem and your problem only. And now you have to figure out how to live with knowing how those lips taste.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN !!

c'mon, send that question. hit that anon if you're shy.

heyyy I hope you’re having a great day/evening I wanted to know if you could write a connor murphy x reader while the reader is on their period ? I started my period and I’m about to cry 😭 and can you do with the pronouns she/her ? It’s totally okay if you don’t tho ! Tysmmmm have a great day ! <33

Connor Murphy x Reader: What's gotten into you?

Reader pronouns: she/her

Edited?: we know the answer,,, no.

Summary: Reader is on their period.

Author's note: OMG YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW WEIRD THIS REQUEST WAS. I'M ON MY PERIOD TOO AND I WAS THINKING ABOUT WRITING FOR CONNOR WITH A READER ON THEIR PERIOD TO MAKE ME FEEL BETTER AND THEN BOOM YOU LOVELY PERSON CAME AND REQUESTED IT WHAT THE HELLLLL. anyway so i made it into headcanons because im on my period so i get to do whatever i want. thank you for requesting, love you <3. hope you like it!! criticism is always appreciated and request are open!

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so, you had been acting weird during the whole day and apart from connor being a perspective person, he knew when his girlfriend was feeling off.

you weren't exactly moody, not in from a bickering to sweet talking kind of way at least.

it was more like from being a clingy mess to connor - who wasn't used to receiving such attention and pda when you two were in school, mainly because he didn't want anyone to laugh at you for dating him -, to needing a shit ton of personal space in order to not feel overwhelmed.

connor was pretty discreet with everything that had to do with you and your relationship. that's the main reason why he didn't confront you about his behavior.

but once you two were alone in his - zoe's car, who by the way had jazz band -, he did.

"are you going to tell me what's gotten into you or not?" he asked as he started the car.

before you could answer, one of those horrible period cramps hit you and you folded yourself foward, arms around your belly and closing your eyes shut like it would hold back the pain.

connor was so close to freaking out he almost pulled over the fucking car.

"y/n? what-"

"i'm okay," you nodded and stopped folding yourself, even though your arms were still around your belly and you were feeling extremely uncomfortable in your own body ", i'm just on my period"

"oh"

now it all made more sense. connor had no idea if it was true that people on their period got moody, but he had read about it.

"you're running okay on pads or whatever you use?" he asked after some minutes of thinking in silence. you glanced at him, a sweet smile crawling onto your lips "y'know, we can stop and buy them if you need them"

"i'm okay, con" you smiled at him a bit wider.

"you wanna cancel plans for tonight? i completely understand if you don't feel like doing anything"

your parents were having a business diner that night and both you and connor had agreed you were having an intense movie night and a sleepover.

thinking of yourself having to go through a whole first night on your period BY YOURSELF made you want to throw up, to be honest.

because it sucked.

"i don't want to cancel anything," you shook your head, and he nodded "i think i could use some company, some cuddles..."

connor nodded, agreeing, and kinda glad you hadn't cancel anything.

he pulled over on your house's sidewalk and grabbed your backpack for you.

it made you smile and even though you still were able to carry your own backpack, you allowed him to do it because you knew he was just trying to do something nice for you.

connor hated small talk, especially with your parents, but he did some for you while you went upstairs to change into more comfortable clothes, him staying on the living room with them until you came down.

he was careful not to screw anything up. your parents knew you two were dating but they didn't know he was staying for the night, and that should remain unknown for them.

"take care of our y/n, connor," said you dad to him while they were getting ready to leave "she's feeling kind of down" and winked at him.

"i'll do, sir"

and that was like a promise to him.

s soon as your parents left, he made sure you were more comfortable than ever.

connor let you choose the three movies you two ere going to watch that night, which was odd because he never gave up his turn.

and he let you throw your legs over his lap because he knew you'd be more comfortable that way.

you chose movies you could critize" home alone, love actually and back to the future.

"con, i'm cold" you muttered half-way home alone, removing your legs from his lap and leaning against him.

in silence, connor got up, got a blanket and came back to the sofa.

he threw the blanket over your bodies, let his arm rest around you shoulder and scooted you closed to him so he could cuddle you.

whenever you got really bad cramps he'll hold you close and put his hand on your belly in an attempt to sooth your pain.

connor would order pizza and would search for your favorite ice-cream in your freezer and encourage you to not feel guilty about eating it.

he would be so gentle and sweet with you, trying to make you feel better and distracted from your miserable state. he would make things so much better and you would be grateful for it.

oh and he'll also stop the movie everytime you needed to change your pad or whatever you used for period.

"you sure you're good?"

"hm-hm. thanks, connor"

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"

💇‍♂️i miss your crazy hair.

connor murphy x reader

"You should never cut your hair," you had whispered one lazy afternoon, fingers combing through the wild tangle of his long, unruly locks. The sun had filtered through the window, casting a golden glow over the two of you as you lay together, lost in a world that felt like it would last forever. "I love it too much. It's crazy and beautiful, just like you."

He had smiled that slow, easy smile of his, the one that made you feel like you were the only person in the world. "I’ll never cut it," he’d promised, voice soft, filled with a warmth that melted the edges of your heart. "Because I love you."

But promises, like relationships, fade. And now, standing in the hallway, you see him again after all these months, and it feels like the world is falling out from under you. His hair, once a wild, beautiful mess, is gone—cut short, disheveled, like a shadow of the man he used to be. Like a shadow of the love you thought you had.

It’s strange how something as simple as a haircut could feel like the final blow, the last shard of what you once shared being torn away. You’d always thought the breakup itself was the worst of it—the slow unraveling of something that had once seemed unbreakable. But this... this is different. This is seeing, in the starkest way possible, that the man you loved no longer exists in the same form. That he’s shed the last part of himself that still held traces of you.

You try to swallow the lump forming in your throat, but it stays there, heavy and unmoving, just like the hurt in your chest. You hadn’t expected to see him today. You hadn’t prepared yourself for the way his presence would still make your pulse quicken, or how the sight of him would stir up the grief you thought you’d buried long ago.

Your eyes follow him as he walks down the hall, oblivious to your gaze, to the silent devastation you’re cradling inside. His steps are hurried, distracted, and in that moment, it’s clear—he’s still hurting as well. But he’s trying desperately to move on.

And it hurts more than you ever thought it would. Because deep down, you’d held onto that promise—his hair, the little part of him that had once been tied to you. You’d imagined, in some naive part of your mind, that maybe, just maybe, he’d kept it because some part of him still cared, still remembered. But now, standing in this cold, empty hallway, you realize how foolish you’ve been.

He turns a corner, disappearing from sight, and you’re left standing there, your heart breaking all over again, this time in a quieter, more painful way. There are no more promises to cling to, no more pieces of him to hold onto.

It’s all gone now.

You lean against the wall, exhaling shakily, trying to remind yourself that this is what you wanted—to move on, to let go. But the truth is, you’ve been holding on to ghosts. And now, even the ghosts are slipping away.

It’s time to face it: the person you loved is no longer there, and maybe, neither are you.