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[thedoodlezoo]

Connor x Reader Halloween HCs

-Y'all decide to be an angel and a devil

-Connie goes as the angel because, as Zoe puts it, "Halloween is the time to be something you're not"

-*insert Mike Faist in his angel getup

-You stop by Alana's little party (complete with her closest aquaintences)

-He sits in the corner eating fistfuls of candy corn

-You're proud of him for volunteering to come to a social event as it is, but he still ends up tugging on your sleeve like a little kid asking to leave early

-Boi doesn't wanna trick-or-treat, he just buys a shit ton of candy for you two to eat while you watch horror movies

-Connor Murphy would kill for Reese's Cups I don't make the rules

-He holds you when you get scared during the movies (frequently)

-He also ends up kissing your neck to calm you down/distract you because he hates seeing you upset

-Y'all also watch a bunch of Tim Burton bc come on that's DEFINITELY Con's shit

-You guys fall asleep together covered in candy wrappers and hickeys

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Would You Be So Kind (Con x Reader)

Requested: Artsy!Con drawing his muse in the library bc you're just so dayum beautiful to him

W/C: 1176

Warnings: Cursing, bad writing, Connor is so OOC im so sorry u gh

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"Jesus, how are you okay right now? We just...we just ran a fucking mile..." you panted, leaning against the gym wall. Connor raised an eyebrow, glancing behind him to confirm that you were, in fact, speaking to him.

"Well, I mean," he shrugged, trying to scrape up an answer. He didn't really know why he wasn't a hyperventilating mess, truly. He was sweating, but he looked like a desert compared to how the rest of you were soaking. "I liked to run when I was younger, I guess. People always told me I should put these long things to use," Connor looked down at his legs, and you could have sworn you saw him smile just a little. If it were anyone else, he probably wouldn't have given the time of day. You were different, though. He'd catch you staring when he would draw, and you worked on partner work with him when everyone else was paired off, and you greeted him when he passed you in the hall. You made him feel like his presence was special, and his life felt less shitty when you were in it

"Oh, thank God," Connor sighed with relief as the whistle shrieked to signal the end of class. He turned on his heel with a gentle wave, ponytail bouncing as he walked toward the boy's locker room. Lord, he was pretty.

Even when he was drenched in sweat, you found him intriguing. He'd be walking laps in the gym, or whatever it took to look like he was participating in class, and it never failed to make you smile. He'd have doodles of cubes on his arm or paint-stained hands most days, and it acted as something you'd laugh about as you did sit-ups or stretched.

People talked about Connor Murphy sketching by himself under the bleachers as he smoked, or behind the school at ungodly hours. While you'd never seen him in the act, the rumors made your heart flutter. The passion he had for his art always had you in awe, and you'd always wished for the day that he showed such passion for you.

If only.

"Fuck," Connor mumbled, stopping abruptly and spinning on his heel. He scanned the gym for you and half-jogged back, glad to see that you hadn't moved. "Hey, uh, are you doing anything after school?" He was looking at his feet, gently kicking the gym floor with his worn out Nikes. "I'm, uh, trying not to completely flunk out of senior year, I guess, and I have a trig test tomorrow," Connor lowered his voice, even though there wasn't anyone around to hear his request. "If not, it's whatever, you're just one of the only people I know who isn't a complete imbecile or asshole or-"

"I'm free after school. Meet me in the library?" You chuckle in disbelief. Connor Murphy was asking for help. Connor Murphy was asking you for help. He nodded slowly.

"Library. After school. Can do." He repeated, backing off toward the locker room again. "Thanks." he gave a thumbs up before scurrying off again.

Things were looking up, it seemed.

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The library usually had a calming effect on you. The air conditioning, smell of books, and utter silence made for a usually serene environment. However, you could feel your heart practically jumping out of your chest as you waited for your (hella cute) acquaintance to arrive.

Fumbling with various papers, you looked up as the boy came through the door. He looked exhausted, and maybe a little stoned, but you could never really tell with Connor Murphy. He plopped across from you at your little table, barely looking up to acknowledge you as he began digging through loose papers in his bag.

"Right," Connor exhaled, tossing a black notebook onto the table with a nod. "Hey there," he waved his hand a bit, meeting your eyes.

"Hey there," you shot finger guns, trying to move on to math to hide your awkward tendencies. "So, trig," you pulled out a sheet of paper and sketched a circle. "This is the unit circle, and it basically shows different- Con, are you listening?" He looked up from his notebook, which he was now writing in.

"Huh? Oh, yeah. Keep going," he nodded.

"So you can split it into four quarters, and this here can stand for values in degrees, decimals, fractions and- Connor?" you stopped again, raising an eyebrow. You could tell he was sketching furiously, despite his protests.

"I'm listening, chill," he insisted. It was obvious that trigonometry was the last thing on his mind as he made bold strokes across his lined paper. Rolling your eyes, you reached out to grab it.

"What could you possibly be drawing that can't wait for later?"

He leans back, holding it to his chest. "It isn't finished yet, he mumbled with a frown. "Just keep talking. I'll, uh, try harder to pay attention," Connor said with a solemn tone. Maybe it was his weary mood, or weed, or the environment, but you'd never seen him quite like this. He was calm, almost raw as he sat across from you. His body was now still as he listened, void of the usual leg shaking or idle tapping on the table. The only movement you'd see was when he would nod or shake his head, hair bouncing. It made you giggle, which made him smile.

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"So, I can just plug in these formulas and I'll be fine?" Connor asked in disbelief.

"Yup. Foolproof. Almost." You shrug, but Connor was already back to drawing whatever it was. Were you boring him that much?

"Good to know." He glanced up quickly before going back to his sketch. "Er, thanks again. math doesn't suck ass all that much when it makes an ounce of sense." he sighed, now inspecting his work.

"How does it look?" You smile. He was taken aback, like he didn't expect you to ask.

"Beautiful. Stunning even." Connor slid his notebook across the table. You took it in your hands, fingers brushing over the cheap lined paper. It was you, thoroughly explaining something Connor had probably already managed to forget.

"Wow.." you felt your face heat up as a grin spread across your face. "Connor, you've got serious talent," you gape in awe, too stunned to be flattered. "Like, I knew you were good, but...wow," you melted a little.

"Well, I had a gorgeous subject. It helps when what you're drawing is nice to look at," he chuckled with a shrug. "and you're not so bad," he admitted.

"Do you wanna do something soon?" you twiddled with your thumbs under the table as he took back his sketch.

"That doesn't sound horrible. I'll see you around, [name]," he stood, slinging his messenger bag over his shoulder with a grin.

He was head over heels for you, the one kind enough to fall for him. It just hadn't totally hit him yet.

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Click (Jared x Reader Drabble)

(A/N: So I had a problem with my computer and freaked out and had to write this?? IDK. Enjoy.)

Summary: You go to your tech whiz best friend/crush after your computer starts acting up

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COMPUTER MAY NEED REPAIRS. FIX MBR.

You groaned as you read the screen. Had you gotten a virus? You hadn’t done anything shady on your computer, and it was fine when you’d turned it off.

You were determined to fix it, and as soon as possible. You probably could have attempted to do it by yourself, but were too panicked and afraid you’d make it worse. Luckily, your best friend was a “master of all things with a power button”, or so he claimed. Whipping out your phone, you shot Jared a text, begging that he walk you through the process.

J-Rad: I’ll do you one better. Be there in ten.

You smiled as more dots showed up on the screen.

J-Rad: You better order my everything pizza, though :l

Rolling your eyes, you couldn’t help but grin. Jared liked weird food. You ordered it anyway, grateful that he was helping out in the first place.

True to his word, there was a knock at the door ten minutes later.

“It’s open!” You yelled, coming to the door to greet him with a sideways hug.

“So, [name], computer problem?” Jared asked, plopping on the couch in front of your laptop. For once, he seemed to be eager to work.

“Yeah, it’s-”

“Oh, you just have to rebuild the MBR!” He scoffed, as if that hadn’t already been determined or it meant something to you. “Check it,” he focused on the screen, tongue sticking out as he worked. He mumbled things like “go to advance options….backslash…bootrec…” and you watched in awe.

“You’ve got skill, Kleinman,” you chuckled, head practically on his shoulder from how you were positioned next to him.

“Well, don’t thank me yet. Should be done with one…more thing ,” Jared hit the enter button confidently, and the screen went black. You’d hoped it was only rebooting, but the pizza came before you could ask.

“Here we are,” you put the cardboard box on the table, and Jared doesn’t even wait for a plate before sinking his teeth into a slice.

“Shit, that’s hot!” He whined as you handed him a plate.

It wasn’t a practically glorifying moment for either of you. Jared was sticking out his tongue with a frown, sure that it was burnt. You were bent over your laptop, eyes tired and heart beating as you waited for something to happen.

Nonetheless, the two of you made eye contact as the computer chimed.

“It…it worked!!” You grinned, squealing happily as you threw your arms around Jared. “I’m so happy I could kiss you!!” You exlaimed, and your best friend went redder than the pepperoni on his pizza.

“I mean,” Jared rubbed the back of his neck, looking up at you, “that wouldn’t be all that bad,” he shrugged.

He didn’t know why he was so flustered. Every day, he did things that most teens his age couldn’t. Academic feats. Technological advances. He even dabbled in the culinary world, even if he wasn’t all that great.

In that moment, though, it seemed perfect. Like something had…clicked.

Next thing you knew, you were on top of Jared Kleinman. Heck, you were kissing Jared Kleinman.

“[Name]?” He sat up, catching his breath.

“Uh huh?” You bit your lip. Had you done something wrong?

“Do you wanna, I dunno, go out bowling or something later? Whatever teens do for fun these days?” Jared chuckled.

You nodded, pressing another kiss to his suprisingly soft lips.

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world. Now come on, your pizza is getting cold,” you giggle, burying your head in his chest.

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Coffee Kisses (Connor x Reader)

(Sorta Sequel to I Like You a Latte)

W/C: 1353 warning: none Requested by @pinnedonzoe

 (A/N: Sorry these are all Connor but they keep getting requested so feel free to request ones that aren’t) ___________________

     “Babycakes?” Connor nudged, and your eyes fluttered open. You’d been staying over while your parents were out of town, and waking up next to him was truly a blissful thing.

     “Good morning, Murphy,” you rolled on top of him, fingernails trailing up his muscly arms. He pecked your cheek, hugging your waist with a goofy grin.

   “And good morning to you, [name].” Connor smiled, and you couldn’t help but giggle as he slowly pressed his lips to yours. The birds were chirping, and light was streaming through the window. It was awfully cliché, but enjoyable nonetheless.

     You rested your head on his chest, closing your eyes again. His heartbeat was quicker than usual. For a second, it was as if his heartbeat was the only sound that mattered. It was as if those two noises painted a picture of the life he wanted. The life with you Connor wanted. It was peaceful.

Ba-boom. Ba-boom.

   You rolled back onto the bed next to him as he sat up, kicking off the sheets.

     “Breakfast?” Connor asked groggily, rubbing his eyes. You nodded slowly as he stood up and began stretching nonchalantly. His muscles moved and extended in mesmerizing ways. He wasn’t insanely built, but the view of him void of a shirt still brushed your cheeks with pink after all this time.

      Connor almost had to carry you out of bed, because you certainly didn’t want to leave the warmth or the scent of him. The two of you met halfway- he practically dragged you downstairs.

      “You want coffee?” You asked Connor softly as he sat on a stool in the kitchen.

      “Dude, you make my coffee every day. Rather, you’ve done it every day for the past three months. I can do it, or we can wait until work.” Connor rambled, lanky legs swinging underneath of the kitchen’s island.

     “Why pay for it?” You shrugged, starting to brew coffee for the two of you. Connor’s words echoed in your head. Had three months gone that quickly? He was right, it was March. Geez.

      You both enjoyed working together at the local coffee shop, a job you once detested. You still hated it, but he made the disrespectful customers and inpatient consumers a tad less important in the grand scheme of things.

      Reality bled through the seams of your thoughts as you heard creaking on the staircase.

      “Good morning, [name]!” Zoe grinned, and then glanced at her brother. “Connor.” She greeted simply with a bite of her lip.

      “Look what decided to come out of its cave! Alert the media!” Her brother chucked, but you frowned.

       “Connor MotherFREAKIN Murphy, I will tell the story of top bunk.” You squinted. He gulped, leaning back on the counter and muttering an apology. “Sorry, what was that?” You cocked your head to the side with a smug smile.

     “I-I’m sorry, alright?” Connor sighed, staring at the table. You couldn’t tell where he was looking, because he’d hidden his face in his abundance of messy hair.

      Zoe  high-fived you with a chuckle, grabbing an apple before heading back upstairs.

     “Have fun at work, you two, just…not too much fun” she smirked, disappearing into her room. You ignored her comment, sliding Connor a black coffee, complete with two sugars.

     He nodded in thanks, kissing your hand before you could pull it away. Connor didn’t like people, but he would be rude to you. He snapped sometimes, or became paranoid, or would raise his voice, but everyone did from time to time. You worried about Connor and  his relationship with his sister, and thought about bringing it up, but instead sat down across from him and sipped your own cup silently.

That was none of your business. ———-       “You know I’m gonna win, [name]!” Connor yelled breathlessly. He was panting, teasing you relentlessly.

      He always did when you guys raced.

     Connor’s house was close enough to Affogato that you could walk, and the two of you had sped down the sidewalk every day together since your parents left down last week. Rather, he’d get a great headstart, and you’d spend the journey in pursuit of Connor and his long legs.

DING!             Connor pushed the coffee shop door open, almost collapsing as he stumbled in laughing. You trailed behind, but he held the door open for you even so.

       “Come on, slacker, pick it up” he teased, earning a playful shove as he tied his hair up into a bun.

       Slipping your apron over your head, you tapped the counter mindlessly. Connor did the same, coming up next to you. The customers continued flooding in, and it seemed to be a chorus of “what can I get you?” and “anything else?”.

     Despite your sleepy mood and irritated nature, Connor kept you laughing and smiling through the hours. It felt as if you hadn’t taken your fake smile off the shelf in a long while.

      You had a love/hate relationship with the Saturday morning shift. It was always bustling, but that meant the tips were good. On top of that, the employees in that shift were absolute neanderthals, but you had your best friend working alongside you in addition to them.

      The best part about being Connor’s was his friendship. You two never ran out of things to discuss, and you were never afraid of intellectual debates. The ideal night was just watching Netflix and braiding each others hair eating pizza for hours on end.

      “Mocha ice latte for Evan?” Connor announced, raising an eyebrow, and you perked up. You must have been serving a customer or in the bathroom or something along those lines. Then again, Evan was a common name….

      “[Name]!” Evan smiled, waving giddily. The poor boy was a nervous wreck, but you two enjoyed each others company often. Connor didn’t like him. You’d tried to ask if he was jealous, or just didn’t like his fidgety nature, but Connor would just sit in silence and try and keep cool. 

      “You know, Murphy, Evan is a good kid. I can’t see what’s so bad about him.” You insisted, and Connor just rolled his eyes. “Sometimes I wish you’d communicate, sweetheart. I  can’t fix the problem if you don’t tell me what it is.” You reason, rubbing his back. He didn’t protest, but he refused to meet your eyes.

      “Hansen!” You grinned, shrugging off the intrusive memory. “What brings you to Affogato today? Especially this early?” You chuckle lightly, and he shrugs.

      “I figured I’d bring something over for Zoe. She told me to come over while you two were working, that way we’d have less ‘harassment from Connor’ and whatnot.” Evan made air quotes with his hands and lowered his voice, despite the loud chatter of the shop and the jazz playing lightly in the background.

      “Fun.” You wiped the counter as you talked, attempting to looks busy.

      “Hey, I-I’ll text you later.” He nodded, picking up the latte. “I-it’s getting kinda crowded” Evan shifted uncomfortably, giving a small wave before making his way out the door. You waved back as he exited, returning to your register. Connor smiled at you as he wrote something on a cup before whipping around to fill an order. ———-        It was 2 AM on Monday morning, and you and Connor simply laid on the bed cuddling. You were a mess of warmth and limbs, and neither of you were going to protest.

      “Are we gonna sleep soon?” Connor whispered, but you hushed him with a warm smile. You were embracing the silence of the room, with the exception of the crickets chirping outside.

      “Murphy, you were the one who suggested we drink all that coffee at midnight.” You scoffed. Despite your words, your body started to succumb to fatigue. You felt drowsy, and Connor pulled the sheets over your shoulder.

      “Goodnight, [name]. See you in a couple hours.” He exhaled softly, peppering your face in kisses.

      You could almost taste the coffee on his breath, and went to say so, but found yourself in dreamland before you found yourself able.