#open starter: connor murphy

[villainfell]

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[cxdemistake]

—Time slips away!

Burn out, don’t fade!

Dance on my grave!

I will never be them!—

Indie multimuse, multifandom blog.

Canon and OC muses present

Currently mobile-only

Semi-selective, semi-active

Open to asks and messages

More info (link to OCs, list of canon muses, writer info, and rules) under the cut.

OC Links

*Note: A few characters’ appearances/voices have changed, so make sure to check out the tags on the blog. OCs are tagged with “; (name)”— for example, my character Myarel is tagged with “; myarel” (no quotations).*

Canon Muses

*Note: Many of these muses aren’t listed on my muse page due to being unable to update said page from my phone. Muse tags vary. Some are tagged with fancy tags but I may switch between those and regular tags. They’re listed here in alphabetical order by fandom.*

**Edit: I’ve also marked which fandoms/muses are most active. Very active fandoms will be bolded, semi-active italic, and dormant/needing some time before interaction are regular text. I’ll also put an asterisk after new muses/muses I haven’t played yet. I beg that if a fandom isn’t bolded or italicized that you discuss it with me before sending something in or making a starter— I have a lot of muses and it takes time to get into the swing of new ones when I’m not in the right mindset!**

The Arcana: Asra Alnazar*, Julian Devorak, Portia Devorak*, Faust

American Gods: Mad Sweeney

Assassin’s Creed: Ezio Auditore da Firenze*, Aveline de Grandpré

Avatar: The Last Airbender: Zuko*

Back 4 Blood: Karlee*, Evangelo*

Baldur’s Gate 3: Astarion*

Boondock Saints: Murphy MacManus*

Call of Duty: Simon “Ghost” Riley*, Johnny “Soap” MacTavish*

Chappie: Chappie*

Columbo: Lt. Frank Columbo*

Dead Island/Riptide: Sam B, John Morgan*

Detroit: Become Human: Connor, Markus*

Dirty Bomb: Vassili*

Disturbed (band): The Guy*

Dream Daddy: Damien Bloodmarch*, Robert Small*

Dying Light: Kyle Crane*, Rahim*, Karim*

FNAF: Cupcake

Hazbin Hotel: Alastor, Angel Dust, Charlie, Husk, Lucifer

Homestuck: Gamzee, Calsprite

I, Frankenstein: Adam

Into the Badlands: Baron Quinn*

Jet Set Radio Future: Yoyo*

Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure: Jonathan Joestar*, Joseph Joestar, Jotaro Kujo*, Josuke Higashikata*, Giorno Giovanna*, Jolyne Cujoh*, Caesar Zeppeli

Kingdom Hearts: Axel

Left 4 Dead 2: Ellis, Nick

Marvel: Nightcrawler*, Moon Knight*, Eddie Brock/Venom*

Monster High: River Styxx*, Operetta*, Frankie Stein*

The Nightmare Before Christmas: Jack Skellington*

Obey Me!: Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor, Diavolo

Onmyoji: Yasha*, Hiromasa*, Susabi*

Pirates of the Caribbean: Captain Jack Sparrow*

Portal: GLaDOS

Red Dead Redemption: John Marston*, Arthur Morgan*

Rise of the Guardians: Jack Frost*

Skullgirls: Valentine

Stardew Valley: Shane*

Steven Universe: Garnet*, Ruby*, Sapphire*, Sunstone*, Sardonyx*, Rainbow Quartz 2.0*

Spiritfarer: Gwen*

Suicide Squad: Diablo

Undertale/Deltarune: Papyrus, Sans, Susie*

Until Dawn: Chris*

The Village: Ivy Walker

Walking Dead/Fear: Negan Smith, Daryl Dixon, Morgan Jones, Shiva, Victor Strand*, Qaletaqa Walker*, Crazy Dog*

Warframe: Excalibur Umbra*

Warm Bodies: R, M

What We Do In The Shadows: Nandor the Relentless*, Viago*, Vladislav*

Info About The Writer

Hi! I’m Alistair— you can call me that, or you can use my username for pretty much everywhere else, TheetyPie/Theety. I don’t mind either way.

I’m a trans guy, I use he/they pronouns. I’m panromantic/asexual, and I’m 27 years old.

I have 3 cats, they’re my babies. I also (as you can tell from above) have a lot of OCs, and the number is still growing. I want to turn my ideas into a bigger creation someday, still not sure exactly where I want to go with it.

I do more than write. I do art, I like video games, music, and just collecting stuff. Current obsessions are Monster High, Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure, makeup, crystals, and jewelry.

Rules

The most important: I do not RP smut. In the past I’ve used the fade-to-black method, but I’m not entirely comfortable with that with most of my muses.

In the same vein, DO NOT FORCE SHIPS. I love ships as much as the next guy, but I would prefer to discuss it first, or for us to agree on it. It’s cool if your muse has a crush, totally fine— mine get crushes all the time! But make sure if you want to ship, we discuss it first.

In a similar vein to that one as well, no god-modding/powerplaying. If your character is strong, an immortal being, or whatever, cool! I have some of those too. But there should always be a limit. Don’t say your character is moving mine unless we’ve talked about that. Attempt to move them. Usually I follow along as long as boundaries aren’t pushed.

Don’t kill or seriously injure my muse without permission. Fights happen, of course, but again: discussion. I’m up for threads where my canon muses are injured or killed, but not where it happens to my OCs, unless we’re getting into a backstory and another OC that’s already deceased dies. Non-serious injuries are alright to come out of nowhere with, but if it’s a first meeting, I’d prefer to plot it out.

I’m semi-selective. I’m kind of particular about who I follow and who I thread with. I prefer us to be mutuals to thread, but you don’t have to be mutuals to send me things.

I’m very bad at keeping up with people. If you message me and I don’t respond, it’s usually bc I’m shy, I forgot, or I’m busy with work. It’s not you, I promise. Usually I don’t message first bc I’m nervous.

Back to shipping: I’m also multiship. Usually my ships are in different universes, unless discussed with all parties beforehand. The exception is a few of my OCs that are partnered together— ask about their availability. I love random ships, just talk to me about them!

I love duplicates of my muses. Whether it’s “x meets self” or I find someone I share a muse with, I love RPing with just about everyone. Please don’t hesitate to reach out if we have a muse in common!

One of my other most important statements, not really considered a rule, but it’s still important: if you want to know something about any muse, canon or OC, please tell me— ask or message me! I haven’t been able to write down a lot of info about any of them because I’m on mobile, but I will infodump for you if you need/want to know something. I love talking about my children, they’re precious to me.

If you send something in or make something for me when we haven’t even spoken, I might not feel comfortable responding. I’m very shy and nervous about not having any discussion beforehand. 😭

If there’s anything I left out or you need to know, just ask!

[dcrkcrwns]

𝐀 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄, everyone always has one, but how dark will it be, it’s dependent on the person itself.   how dark can you be ?? 

✨ independent, highly selective, and private multi-muse blog with VERY mature themes including txboo, will be present, you have been warned.  heavy triggers will be tagged, smut will not. minors don’t interact. written by teddy, he/they, 25 +

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INDEPENDENT & SELECTIVE

this blog is an independent multimuse blog.  all my charas are gay.  i am not affiliated with the faces or the shows that the canon characters are in. this blog will have thread that are very taboo so if you’re not comfortable, don’t follow this account. and if i don't follow you or don't have active threads, please don't interact with me. i'm just selective with who i write with.

WRITING STYLE

i like to use small text with icons and small gifs or gif icons, and mostly do short threads that includes a paragraph. can write longer if the vibe is there.  but shorter stuff tend to get my attention and i go faster.  also cut your post if you can please. i use beta and xkit unwritten.

SHIPPING & CHEMISTRY

i’m a ship whore.  but it’s definitely easier if our writing chemistry and the character’s chemistry is there.  but yea, here for all the ships.

SMUT & NSFW

listen, there is lots of smut, this blog is mainly for all the smut writing honestly.  so i won’t be writing with characters under 18.   i’m of age, and i dont feel comfortable writing with anyone who is under the age of 21.  so be 21+ pls.   i won’t be tagging the smut on here, but will tag most triggers.

ACTIVITY

i am currently employed, so i’ll be semi-active, but apologies if i do disappear!  but if i do, i always come back, unless im dead lol, ok morbid, but yea, i’ll always return 💖

CROSSOVER/OC FRIENDLY

i am very crossover and oc friendly so don’t be afraid to hit me up if you and i have similar writing styles. i’m down for rping with chou all.

GRAPHICS & ICONS

all of the resources i use are NOT mine, so kudos to those that have made them.  if i make any graphics though, don’t claim as your own! 😡😡

REBLOGGING

if you could all be kind to not reblog gif/photo sets from my blog.  just reblog from source, it’s easier to keep my activity clean and only be my threads, but i won't like go ballistic if you do so here and there. thank you fam! 💖

OUTLET

this place is just for fun.  so don’t bother me too much about this blog.

BANNED FC’S

i don’t feel comfortable writing with fcs that are under the age of 21.  the only exception is kit connor and a couple others.  but i’m pretty open when it comes to fc’s but here a few that i’m very ehh/nope for me

underage fc’s

deceased fc’s

most influencers

most kpop singers and singers in general ( unless plotted )

cast of shameless ( except jeremy allen white or steve howey )

stranger things cast

individual actors tho are here:

ansel elgort

austin abrams

avan jogia

blake jenner

bill skarsgard

benedict cumberbatch

cillian murphy

chris pratt

colton haynes

dane dehaan

darren criss

dylan sprayberry

elliot page

ezra miller

johnny depp

misha collins

richard harmon

robert sheehan

robert downey jr

timothy olyphant

i will add more as my memory picks up.

[optimistredsox]

23 July, NYM @ BOS, 1-6, win

Well, that was fun. Ok, not 100% fun because Masa Yoshida had an 0-fer night, which makes me sad. It does, however, show that he’s human, which considering his constant raking over the last few months is an important reminder. To win so solidly on a bullpen day is encouraging. There is no timeline for any of the three starters on the IL, so these bullpen days going from finger-crossing, teeth-gritting to impressive, dominant outings is a welcome one. The Sox used 7 pitchers on Sunday and between them they gave up one run on six hits. That is not bad at all, thank you very much. Plenty of bright sides.

Bernardino once again proved a solid opener, going an inning and two-thirds, striking out three.

Chris Murphy gave up the one run, but also took on the bulk of the innings, going 3 and two-thirds and striking out three. He walked a couple and gave up three hits, but managed to get the outs when he needed them. He got the W.

Raffy Devers hit a dinger. Way to go, Raffy. He went 2-for-3. 

Adam Duvall went 2-for-4 with a run scored and 2 RBIs. 

Connor Wong went 3-for-4 with a run scored. 

Yu Chang got a hit and knocked in a run. He’s upped his average to .171.

Justin Turner went 1-for-3 but scored twice. 

Tristan Casas continues to do stuff, going 2-for-4 with a RBI and a run scored. 

Kiké got a couple of hits. Would like to see him get hot. 

We won!

We won the series!

We have a day off!

[xhellxboundx]

“No that’s fuckin’ bullshit! Let me go!” Murphy struggled against the hands that held him back. They kept his hands just out of reach of the other man. The angry Irishman was more than ready for a fight. The other man had at first fear in his eyes but relaxed and hid the fear back under a certain smugness that came from knowing that Murphy couldn’t get to him. 

[twdeadfanfic]

St. Patrick’s night III

Murphy MacManus x Reader

Summary:  You’re left alone on St. Patrick’s night, the people you were supposed to hang out with  seemingly having forgotten you, but what seemed to be an awful night turns into something completely different when you meet the MacManus twins.

Another chapter for this thing that was supposed to be a one-shot but got out of hand...

The next day at work, you were once again distracted thinking about the MacManus twins. You wondered if they meant it when they’d said they’d pick you up from work that day, you were a bit worried that they wouldn’t, but you couldn’t see them lying like that…maybe they’d forget, though, or something else would come up… You knew it was better not to overthink it, though, and you tried to focus on doing your job.

It wasn’t easy, though, as you kept wondering about Murphy, and how he hadn’t said anything about having kissed you, and he hadn’t kissed you again either… You knew it was probably because he’d kissed you only because it was St. Patrick, but, what if he thought you didn’t want to kiss him? That you weren’t interested? Maybe you should have said something when he’d kissed you? You wouldn’t mind kissing him again…

You wouldn’t mind taking time to get to know each other either, see if you both wanted to go on dates or something…your cheeks heated up at the idea, feeling nervous already and it was just an idea in your head…and Murphy might not even be interested. He hadn’t said anything about it after all. Maybe you should try to gather the courage to actually ask him yourself…it sounded intimidating, though…

Focusing on your job was proving to be hard, even if you tried your best, and you couldn’t stop counting the hours until you were done, barely managing to eat your lunch. Once the clock marked five, you and your coworkers began to clean up your desks and put everything into place before gathering your own stuff and leaving.

You walked in front of a group of your coworkers, who were talking and laughing together, ignoring you, but you didn’t care anymore, you were better off without them. As you walked outside, you saw the MacManus waiting for you, and you couldn’t help your smile. Yes, you were much better with the twins as your friends than trying to socialize with the assholes you worked with.  The brothers smiled too when they saw you, approaching you to greet you.

“Hi, lass.”

“Hi, you came.” You didn’t mean to sound like you had thought they might stand you up, but you did sound a bit surprised.

“Of course, love, we told ye,” Murphy said, frowning.

“Yeah, yer a woman of little faith, lass,” Connor teased you, but he frowned when he saw your coworkers walking out of the building too, stopping at the door to chat and say goodbye to each other without even giving you a glance. “Don’t blame ye, considerin’ the kind of pricks yer surrounded with,” Connor said, didn’t seem to mind if your coworkers hear him or not…you were a bit afraid of their reaction if they did…but no, Connor was right, they were pricks.

Murphy was looking at your coworkers too, but he wasn’t frowning like Connor, instead, he smirked as his eyes filled with mischief, and you barely had time to wonder what he was up to before he’d stepped even closer to you, reaching to cup your face, and then he was kissing you.

It wasn’t as tentative and soft as the St.Patrick’s kiss, neither as brief, and you felt your brain sort of melt as butterflies seemed to flutter in your belly. Your hands found their way to Murphy’s shoulders almost by their own accord, but he didn’t seem to mind, as he placed a hand on your waist while the other kept cupping your cheek, even when he pulled back.

You could only blink at him in silence, your brain still feeling a bit numb in the best way, and Murphy smirked at you.

“Better than the St.Patrick’s kiss, love?” He asked, loud enough for your coworkers, who had gone silent, to hear. You nodded, still wordless, and Murphy’s smile went bigger.

“So…should I kiss the lass too or…” Connor said, and it was obvious that he was joking, but Murphy frowned nonetheless, scoffing as he shoved his brother, who chuckled.

“Come on, love, let’s go.” Murphy smiled at you, offering you his arm, and you felt a bit shy but hooked your arm with him, smiling bashfully when Murphy smiled at you. Connor smirked and walked to your other side, hooking his arm with yours too, and Murphy rolled his eyes. “Will ye quit?!” He complained, trying to hit his brother, and so you ducked your head.

“Hey, not fighting while I’m in the middle…” You joked, chuckling.

“Sorry, lass,” both twins apologized as you three began walking, Connor letting go of your arm.

“So…do you have plans?” You asked as you walked.

“What if we get somethin’ to eat and go to our place before goin’ to doc’s?” Connor suggested.

“We live right in front of the pub,” Murphy explained.

“Well, that’s convenient,” you chuckled. “Okay, sounds good.”

The Irish neighborhood wasn’t close to your work, but you went walking anyway. You didn’t mind, and neither did the twins, who kept arguing about what to get for dinner. Murphy wanted pizza and Connor Chinese, and both twins were trying to win you to their side, but you didn’t mind, you liked both.

“Come on, ye have to pick one,” Murphy told you. “And sure ye know pizza is better, aye?” You didn’t know how Murphy could look like trouble one second, then the next he could give such convincing puppy eyes, but you were about to cave and pick pizza even if ye were leaning more to Chinese.

“We literally had pizza yesterday,” Connor complained, rolling his eyes at his twin before looking at you. “Seriously, lass, we’d only eat pizza if it were up to him.”

“Ye weren’t complainin’ that much when ye ate a whole pizza by yerself…” Murphy grumbled.

They both looked at you expectantly, waiting for you to choose, and you tried not to give in to Murphy’s puppy eyes. “Well, if you had pizza yesterday, then I’d say it’s fair that we have Chinese today.”

“Aye!” Connor nodded, looking at his brother with a smug grin, and Murphy scoffed.

“Can’t believe ye betrayed me like this, love,” he pouted, but then he was smirking, and so you knew he didn’t mean it.

“We can have pizza any other day,” you offered, smiling.

“Aye? Ye wanna eat with us another day?” Murphy asked, grinning in that way that lighted his face in such a pretty way that gave you all the butterflies.

“Yeah, sure.” You nodded, looking down shyly. “If you wanna.”

“Sure we do, love,” Murphy said with that pretty grin and Connor nodded, smiling.

“Okay..okay, great.” You smiled bashfully, glad that it seemed they did want to eat with you any other day and hang out with you.

*

The brothers hadn’t been kidding, they did live in front of the pub, in an old building that didn’t seem quite fitting for housing… You didn’t know how you expected their place to be, but certainly not what you saw when you walked in, and you blinked as you looked around.

It was…it was illegal lofting, that for starters, you were sure of it, and the distribution was…peculiar, so to speak, especially for people not living alone, considering that there were no rooms. Not even a bathroom, there was no wall or anything at all hiding the toilet, neither the row of showers against the wall. You get that the MacManus were twins and all that but…they really did not seem to care for privacy. You really hoped that you didn’t have to pee while you were there, because you weren’t about to do it in front of them.

The place was small, and there wasn’t much there. On one side, there was a couple of mattresses on the floor, separated by a nightstand table in which you saw a couple of mugs and bottles of beer, a small table with some more empty bottles of beer and empty packages of pizza, and a couple of ashtrays full of smoked cigarettes, and some mismatched chairs around it.  Against the wall, there was a tattered sofa that seemed about to die, a small tv on top of an even smaller table, and for some reason, the fridge was between the sofa and the tv, with a lamp on top of it…peculiar, but the whole place was…peculiar.

On the other side, there was a small, old stove, an older sink, and a small worktop which surface was almost covered by bottles of booze, some still full but most empty. If you had any doubt that the boys liked to drink, it was gone by now.

You didn’t want to seem rude or shallow, or judging, or anything like that, and so you stopped looking around like that. The brothers hadn’t seemed to notice, though, or to care, they walked in and took off their rosaries, hanging them on a couple of nails on the wall next to the door, and then Connor left the Chinese takeaway on the table.

“Ye hungry, love?” Murphy asked you and you nodded, since you had barely been able to eat your lunch as you wondered if the MacManus might forget that they had made plans with you, which now sounded silly, you shouldn’t have doubted them.

“Let’s eat,” Connor said as he began to take the food containers out of the bag, the smell making your mouth water already.

You stepped closer to the table to help him with it, and your eyes landed on an open notebook under a beer bottle, spotting some drawings and doodles on it, though before you could get a closer look, Murphy snapped it, almost making the bottle fall, and he closed the notebook and threw it to one of the mattresses.

You frowned, confused, but Connor snorted. “Murph likes to get all artistic sometimes,” he said, prompting Murphy into hitting his twin’s head as he snapped at him to shut up.

“You draw those?” You asked, looking towards the notebook on the bed before looking at Murphy, who to your surprised, seemed almost shy. For how cocky and smug he seemed to look more often than not, it was strange to see him looking almost embarrassed, and you didn’t like it. You hated that you had made him feel like that.

“Yeah, he drew our tattoos in that notebook of him,” Connor said, nodding.

“Told ye to shut up,” Murphy snapped again and this time Connor was quick to stop his hands before he could hit him.

“I think that’s really nice!” You rushed to say, and you meant it, you were impressed. “Seriously, it’s great!”

“Aye?” Murphy looked at you like he thought you didn’t mean it, or even like you were trying to make fun of him, and so you nodded eagerly, smiling.  He still seemed a bit embarrassed, but he smiled at you. “Connor draws too, he tattoed all mine,” Murphy said, gesturing to his neck, and before you could say how impressive that was, Connor spoke.

“You did all mine better.” Connor shrugged, reaching to grab Murphy’s arm and frowning at the tattoed cross. “Parts of this look wonky.”

“I think it looks great!” You said, impressed. “Both his and your tattoos, it’s so impressive, seriously!”

“Aye?” Murphy asked you, his smile bigger now.

“Yes!” You nodded. “Seriously, you not only draw your tattoos but you tattoo them too?! It���s amazing! If I ever want a tattoo, I know who to ask!”

“Ye’d ask me?” Murphy asked with a smile that made you feel all funny and smile too, and you nodded.

“Sure, why not?” You shrugged, and Murphy gave you that pretty, bright smile, that made you consider if he might mind it if you kissed him again…

You barely noticed Connor as he began fumbling with the food containers again, focused as you were on Murphy and that damn smile, but when you finally looked at Connor, you noticed that he seemed amused at Murphy and you. You felt your cheeks heating up a bit, and you tried to kick your brain into working again, helping with the food.

You three decided to settle on the sofa for dinner instead of at the table, since Connor suggested that you could watch a movie, even if you weren’t sure that old thing would hold you three without falling into pieces, and so they dragged the tv in front of the sofa. Connor had a small stack of what seemed old action movies, and once again you had the final vote on what to watch, since the twins kept arguing about it, Murphy complaining that they’d seen the movie that Connor’d picked a million times already while Connor retorted that it was classic worth watching another million times.

You didn’t give it much thought, you didn’t care much and you didn’t want the food to go cold while the boys argued. Since you had sided with Connor on what to eat, this time you voted for Murphy’s choice of movie. He smiled smugly at his twin, but Connor didn’t complain much, since he liked that one too.

It was so much fun, to eat and watch the movie while the twins kept commenting on it, usually Connor saying details that you hadn’t cared to notice before, things that he liked, and Murphy just making fun of it until they both hit each other from time to time, but you knew they didn’t mean anything bad by it, so it was fun too…you didn’t know what was more entertaining, to watch the movie or to watch the MacManus…they had a way of moving in sync most of the time that was hypnotizing, even if it was just to bring food into their mouth, but when they began bickering they were so endearing and funny…you loved it.

At some point, though, once you three had finished your food, you started to find it hard to focus on the movie, as you felt Murphy’s fingers playing with your hair. You froze for a second before looking at Murphy, who was sat down between Connor and you. He smirked at you and you felt your cheeks heating up but a smile tugged at your lips too, it seemed that every time that Murphy smiled, you couldn’t help but smile too.

Murphy’s smirk went wider at that, and his fingers caressed your hair again before he casually placed his arm around your shoulders. It felt nice, to have him so close to you, almost kind of holding you, but you couldn’t stop your shyness and nerves. You tried to relax, though, you didn’t want Murphy to think that you were uncomfortable or that you wanted him to move away from you…not that there was much space left on the small, tattered sofa though.

“Ye both ain’t lookin’ at the screen, yer gonna miss the best part of the movie,” Connor complained, and you looked away from Murphy and to the tv, a bit embarrassed at being caught by Connor staring at his twin, but also part of you was kind of glad to escape Murphy’s intense glance, that made you feel shy while also making you feel twirls in your belly…

“The whole movie is the best part of the movie for ye,” Murphy scoffed, chuckling.

“It’s a damn good movie,” Connor said as he shoved his brother, pushing him closer to you…not that Murphy seemed to mind, and honestly, you didn’t either, even if it made you shy.

You still wondered what was Murphy’s deal, though, if he wanted just to mess around and have fun, kiss you sometimes, hold you while you watched tv it seemed too, and that was it, or if it meant something else, more. You still didn’t know how to bring it up, how to ask, you knew you should, so as not to obsess, thinking and wondering about it all the time, but the idea of asking him made you feel so awkward… You decided to just enjoy whatever it was, at least for that night.

Once the movie finished, and Connor’s monologue about it finished too, you three made your way to the pub. No sooner had you stepped inside, you excused yourself and rushed to the bathroom. You had been needing to go for a while now, but since there was no walls or anything hiding the toilet at the MacManus’ place, you had been waiting until you were at the pub, no matter neither of the twins had seemed to have any qualms about it while you were there.

Once you left the bathroom, you noticed that the brothers had sat down on one of the tables instead of at the bar counter, and you liked it more. They were sat down next to each other, and when you approached them, Murphy smiled at you, pushing a pint towards the seat in front of him, while Connor looked at you seeming amused.

“We ordered ye a pint, love, hope it’s okay? Murphy asked you.

“Yes, it’s perfect, thanks.” You nodded as you sat down, but you frowned at Connor, wondering why he seemed so amused, and he noticed it, smirking.

“So, lass…I was tellin’ to my brother that ye were too shy to take a piss at home and that’s why ye ran to the bathroom like that,” he said, and you almost groaned aloud, mortified and beyond embarrassed. Your cheeks burned and you almost hid your face on your hands. “See…told ye.”

Connor chuckled, looking at his brother, and you felt like hitting him in the head like Murphy sometimes did…they both seemed to enjoy embarrassing each other, and you hoped Connor, or even both, hadn’t decided to extend it to you too and try to embarrass you too.

“What…but lass, ye got nothin’ to be embarrassed about!” Murphy said, which just made you feel more embarrassed. “We all gotta piss!”

“Can we just…talk about anything else at all? Please?” You begged, feeling your face so hot that you wouldn’t be surprised if it caught fire.

The twins seemed to take pity on you, letting it go, and they began telling you about one day at work in which Murphy got himself locked inside the bathroom of the meatpacking factory. and Connor had to “throw the door open to rescue him, lass, we had to pay for it, ‘cause Murphy was an idiot,” he explained, earning a shove from Murphy.

“I ain’t an idiot, the lock was not openin’ no matter what, I promise, love,” Murphy insisted as if it was a matter of life or death.

“I believe you,” you assured him, laughing, and as the brothers began bickering again, you couldn’t help your grin looking at them, they were just so fun to be around, that soon you had forgotten your earlier embarrassment.

Unsurprisingly, the MacManus finished their drinks before you, and so Murphy went to the bar counter to order a couple more. The waitress was busy waiting tables, Murphy had been right when he told you that the pub was busier at the weekends, there was almost the double of people than you had seen before, and so the twins didn’t want to bother the waitress.

You looked at Murphy as he waited for Doc to get him the drinks, getting lost in thought again. You had tried to, but you couldn’t stop your mind from wandering to what Murphy thought of you, of this thing that seemed to be going between you and him, whatever it was…

You heard Connor chuckling and when you looked at him you felt your cheeks heating up at his amused smirk.

“Do I wanna know what are ye thinkin’ lookin’ at my brother like that…or don’t I?” He teased you, arching an eyebrow.

“Nothing,” you murmured, looking down, and judging by Connor’s chuckle, he didn’t believe you.

“He’s been all corny and givin’ ye the heart eyes since St. Patrick’s too, it’s made it easier to mess with him, gotta thank ye for that,” Connor chuckled again.

You felt as if your heart had done a summersault while butterflies decided to flutter in your belly…Murphy gave you the heart eyes? Really? Connor knew his twin, so it must be true, right? Unless Connor was just messing with you…it didn’t seem like so, though.

Connor looked at his brother, who was coming back with their drinks. “Don’t go breakin’ my brother’s heart, though, lass.” His voice let you know that he was joking, but anyway, you didn’t plan on doing that, you were more concerned about the opposite…still, the sight of Murphy’s grin as he sat down in front of you, had you smiling like an idiot again, despite the mess of feelings in your heart and the mess of thoughts in your head, despite any concern about what was going on between you and him.

*

Well, we got kisses.

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[antpelts]

13 from general, kleinsen or conman/kleinphy that’s up to you. with Jared being autistic / adhd/ hypo- /hypersensitive / SPD something in that area?

prompts list

13.  “for starters, that’s impossible.”

okay ive never read/written kleinphy but.. after the novel connor grew on me so here we go folks. also.. yes,, i have many autistic/adhd headcanons for characters,,

“For starters,” Jared’s voice was slightly muffled as he kept his head down, fingers picking at the keys on his laptop’s keyboard, “that’s literally impossible.”

“You’re literally impossible,” Connor shot back, tone flat.

The Fourth of July sucked. Being home from college sucked. Summer classes sucked. Hence why he had cleared off Connor’s desk and set up his own laptop. The Murphys were content to give them space (glad that Connor had a ‘friend’ over) while Jared’s parents didn’t know the definition of privacy. 

“You’re a dick,” Jared mumbled, leaning his head down until his forehead rested on the desk. Another pop of a firework sounded and he grit his teeth. “I need to finish this.”

Raising a hand he blindly gestured towards his laptop. A word document was open and when Connor slid off his bed and moved close enough he could see the ‘Last edit was 1 hour ago’ at the top of the screen.

“Well I think that’s going to be literally impossible.”

Jared raised one hand, sticking his middle finger up. Another firework went off and he squeezed his hand back into a fist, drawing it in close to himself. Lifting his head he knocked his glasses off, letting them clatter onto the desk. Even that noise was too much - his skin felt hot, his breathing felt short. It was.. utterly embarrassing. He knew he should’ve just stayed home, but Connor had invited him and he was still trying to pretend that didn’t make his heart beat a little faster. The only person who saw him like this usually was Evan, and that wasn’t even by choice. It was more a product of their closeness, something that Evan had just learned how to handle over the course of plenty of years. 

With Connor this was new. And mortifying.

Their.. relationship was odd. They tiptoed around labels and kissed in the dark laying on Connor’s bed. Sometimes when they were up until 3 am they’d talk about the darker things, letting each other in just a little. Sometimes Jared would drive them to get McFlurrys at random and they’d hold hands across the center console. But this was almost too open, this wasn’t them choosing to open up in a nice, quiet space. This was Jared having an episode in front of his maybe boyfriend against his will, he felt utterly hopeless.

“Just fuck off,” it was muffled as Jared shoved his face into his hands, applying as much pressure as he could. 

The sound of Connor picking up his glasses and folding the arms in was even too much and he huffed out a ragged breath. This time when they were placed back on the desk it didn’t sound as abrasive and that was welcomed, at least. He was hyper aware as he heard his laptop shutting, though the noise was soft and deliberate.

After some rustling Jared felt some fabric being pressed against the back of his hands. Slowly lifting his head he saw a hoodie being held right in front of his face. Connor was leaning on his desk, one hand tucked in a pocket as he pointedly kept his gaze to the other side of the room. There was a moment of deliberation before Jared grabbed onto the hoodie and struggled to pull it over his head. He was thankful for the fact that Connor blasted his fan, even with the air conditioning, otherwise he probably would’ve felt like he as suffocating. The hoodie swamped him, of course it did, he wasn’t even that small.

“Better?”

Jared tugged the hood over his head, pulling on the hoodie strings. It didn’t muffle the sounds much but it gave him a sense of security. Without a second thought he pulled one of the strings up to his mouth, biting down on it hard. It was probably something he’d be thoroughly embarrassed about later (Connor gave up his hoodie and he immediately fucked up the strings) but the pressure of biting down was too grounding for him to stop.

Another pop had Jared going rigid again, clenching his fists.

“Talk to me, asshole,” Connor’s voice was low and steady and he knocked his foot against the chair Jared was in.

“Fuck off,” it was strained, spoken with a clenched jaw. If he weren’t currently breaking down he might’ve mad a quip about the sight in front of him that he’d caught a glimpse of: Connor’s hair pulled back into a messy bun because the back of his neck was sweaty, arms bare of his hoodie but covered in assorted bracelets in various states of being worn down, something unfamiliar and soft settled on his face. Or.. maybe instead of joking about it he’d be caught up in the intimacy of the fact the Connor was willing to exist like this in front of him.

“Talk to me,” there was something steady and stern there which, oddly, was grounding enough that Jared managed to stiffly stick out his arms. Connor seemed to get the message, leaning down to wrap his arms around Jared’s middle, loose and hesitant.

“Pressure,” Jared mumbled, still biting down hard on the hoodie string. He moved his arms up around Connor’s shoulders, squeezing tight. After a second he felt the arms around his middle tighten, almost uncomfortably so. Pressing his face harshly against Connor’s shoulder he squeezed his eyes shut tightly, finally feeling his heart rate slow down.

Maybe they’d talk about it later. Maybe they wouldn’t. Maybe they’d just kiss some.

Jared was fine with that.

[miiirrorbcll]

@birdhouse-in-thesoul liked my pride starter call !

Heidi knocks on Evan’s door, gently cracking it open as she pokes her head in. “Ev?” She asks, poking her head in. “I’m home early from work.” She says with a small smile. She had gotten a call from the school guidance counselor, informing her that Evan’s boyfriend, Connor Murphy had killed himself. Because of it, the guidance counselor sent her son home and called Heidi. She felt that she had to be home for her son, not only because of Connor’s death, but also because Heidi was never even aware that Even had a boyfriend. 

[villainfell]

— @soldwrecked ♡'d for a starter !! ♡ zoe murphy for connor murphy

‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎her bedroom has always been her safe place. she can put on her headphones and tune out the sound of her parents fighting, can tune out one of connor's fits of rage. she has always went there to be alone and ignore the difficulties of her family life.

‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎and then, her brother almost died, and now...she feels the desire to extend the olive branch. she still thinks she hates him, but...he was her brother, and she had found him unconcious on the bathroom floor, and that kind of thing knocks some sense into a person, she guesses.

‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎so, she leaves her door open, and when connor walks past to go to his bedroom, she calls him over. "do you want to...watch a movie, or something?" she asks, tentatively, nervously fiddling with her hoodie strings.

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          OH  ,  HOW  TRUE  IT  was that murphy macmanus needed no reason to get piss drunk. shot after shot went down easy, until he couldn’t remember why he came to the bar in the first place. connor went home long before him, and murphy hadn’t gone home at all. in fact, he went left with someone. perhaps he caught the stranger’s name but in his drunken haze, he hadn’t retained the information. 

          HE  AWOKE  DAMPENED  WITH  sweat, his head about to fucking explode. he turned over, a tattooed hand covering his eyes from the daylight. once he dared to open them, he caught sight of a glass of water and a note. he sat up on his elbow, snatching the note from this stranger -- charlie. the name brings back blurred memories, but he chooses not to dwell. he turns over, note discarded on the bed, and tried to catch a few more hours of sleep.

          UNTIL  ,  OF  COURSE  ,  THE  door opens and all of those hopes are ripped away from him. ❝  AYE  ,  ❞ his voice is gruff, annoyance etched into his tone. ❝ what’re ya bein’ so GODDAMN LOUD for ? ❞

                         @viiennawaits.  /  starter  call.

[yourcorrupt-blog]

verse: I’LL MUSCLE UP TONIGHT timeline: mcu au open to: any mcu rper, any marvel muse, any superhero muse really or anyone with a corresponding verse

there was no use sitting around waiting for a hero to come clean up boston. at least, that’s what murphy and connor convinced themselves of when they got their guns and strapped up. sometimes all that’s needed to take out a villain is a bullet. basically the plot of boondock saints but in a world where there are superheroes.

consider this a PERMANENT starter call for this verse.

[i-also-miss-our-talks]

IHOP and the Enigma (Connor Murphy x Reader)

Asked by Anonymous: Can I please get a Connor x Reader where the reader is basically Belle and Connor is the Beast. Thank you

Bro tbh I have no idea what I just fucking wrote. I think I started to work with your request, but it slowly veered away from it and I’m so so so sorry about that. Even though this took me forever to write, I honestly hate how it came out and I will most likely redo it in the future.

WC: 2,751

Warnings: Swearing, Mention of attempted suicide, Shitty writing, Jared Kleinman

Masterlist

Again, sorry for the horrible writing. I really should not post this. I am not proud of how this turned out at all. Please don’t send me messages about how random it is and how I can’t stick to one plot line.

Because I know that already.

Also I haven’t slept in like 24 hours so give me a break.

Connor Murphy was an enigma.

By definition, an enigma is a person or thing that is mysterious, puzzling, or difficult to understand.

So, yeah. Connor Murphy was an enigma. And everyone at school avoided him like any other enigma in their lives. Including the area underneath the left side of the football fields bleachers. That’s where Connor went to smoke. No one dared to venture near that side, fearful of what the “School Shooter” might do if he found out.

You, of course, weren’t fearful. You were rather curious. Curious if Connor Murphy actually smoked there or if it was just a myth. Curious about what he would do if he found someone in his area. Curious as to how enigmatic this enigma really was.

Therefore, you conducted an experiment. In all honesty, you just didn’t want to sit through another boring history lecture. So instead, you decided to put your curiousness at ease.

You sat under the bleachers, pulled out your phone, and scrolled through some apps while you waited for Connor.

“Hey!”

Thankfully, you didn’t have to wait too long.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing here?” Connor asked as he walked under the bleachers. He stuffed an unlit joint back into his hoodie pocket.

You look up at him. “I was just doing an experiment.”

“An experiment? That’s a poor ass excuse. What are you actually doing here? Trying to find out some creepy shit about me so I’ll freak out?” Connor accused, his temper growing by the second.

You shook your head, putting your hands up. “No! I swear it was just for an experiment! I’ll be on my way!” You spring up and start to walk away until you feel a tug on your backpack.

“Nope. No fucking way are you leaving just yet,” Connor snarled. He harshly pulled you back against one of the metal poles. Your head slammed against the metal but you weren’t worried about the pain. You were more frightened by what Connor was doing. “You’re gonna help me show people that I’m not to be fucking messed with. So as of now, you’re my slave.”

You opened your mouth in protest, but quickly shut it when Connor glared at you with eyes full of darkness. Wordlessly, you nod.

Connor smirked slightly before letting you go, pulling his joint back out of his pocket. He grabbed a piece of paper and handed it to you. “Write down your number. I’ll text you whenever I need you for something.”

Again, you nodded and obeyed. Your shaking hand made it difficult to write the numbers cleanly, but you managed. You handed the paper back to him and gripped your backpack straps.

Connor stuffed the paper in his pocket and lit his joint. “Now get your ass out of here before people see you with the School Shooter.”

So you ran back to class. What did you get yourself into?

During lunch, you got your first text.

From Connor: Y/N this better be your fucking number

You rolled your eyes and went outside to eat, as always. You sat against a tree away from everyone else and took out your lunch.

To Connor: It is. Chill.

From Connor: where the fuck are you

To Connor: Outside eating lunch. Why does it matter?

You put your phone away and start eating your sandwich. Just as you were about to take your first bite, someone sat down next to you. So much for away from everyone else. You sigh and look next to you, surprised to see the enigma himself. “What are you doing here?”

Connor shrugged. “Figured if you’re my slave, I should at least fucking try to get to know you,” he said, taking his bag off his shoulder.

You nodded and ate silently. But Connor just sat against the tree, staring off into the distance.

“Don’t you have a lunch?” you asked, slightly concerned by how calm he was.

Connor shook his head. “Nope.”

“Do you want some of mine?”

His head whipped towards you. “What?”

“Do you want some of my lunch?” you repeat, holding out your apple towards him.

“Why the fuck would you share your shitty lunch with me?”

You shrug. “Why not?” Connor stared at the apple for a few seconds before grabbing it cautiously. “It’s just an apple, Connor. It’s not gonna bite.”

Connor rolled his eyes and mumbled incoherently before taking a bite of the apple. When he was finished, he threw the core as far as he could into the grassy field ahead of them.

“Connor, what the hell? Why didn’t you just throw it out?” you question, packing up the rest of your lunch.

“It’s an apple. It’ll decompose. Just give it some time,” he said, standing up and putting his bag back on. “Plus, that’s where the shitty soccer team practices so hopefully they’ll slip on it,” Connor mumbled before walking back into the school.

Even though the bell rang, indicating lunch was over, you kept rooted in your spot.

What kind of fucking enigma was Connor Murphy?

It was a few months since that day and that enigma still called you his slave. You did multiple things for him, including doing his homework, buying him more nail polish, and once you even had to pick up some weed from his dealer for him.

From Connor: tomorrow get me some coffee

“Ugh!” you cry out, flopping onto your stomach on your bed. It was currently 11:47 at night, just when you were about to fall asleep, when Connor Murphy gave you another job as his slave.

To Connor: Fine. What kind?

From Connor: dark roast with two creams

To Connor: Really? You don’t want any of the fancy stuff? I think the Pumpkin Spice Latte is back in season.

From Connor: im not drinking that shit

To Connor: Alright. Dark Roast it is.

You turned off your phone and rolled onto your back. You closed your eyes, ready to go to sleep.

From Connor: ill give you money at school tomorrow

“That asshat!” you yelled into your pillow before replying.

To Connor: Okay.

From Connor: okay

To Connor: Don’t start with that Fault In Our Stars shit. I beg of you.

From Connor: damn i didnt mean it like that fuck

You smiled a little bit.

To Connor: You okay, Connor? It seems like you’re just trying to make conversation.

From Connor: im fucking perfect

To Connor: You don’t seem fine. Send me your address. I’m gonna pick you up. We’re going to IHOP.

You got dressed in some jeans and an old T-Shirt and headed downstairs where your mom was still watching TV. “Hey, Mom? One of my…friends isn’t feeling well so I’m gonna take him out to IHOP,” you said.

Your mom muted the TV and looked up at you. “At midnight? On a school night? I don’t think so, Y/N.”

You bit your lip. “Mom…he’s attempted suicide before.” The memory of the assembly from years ago flashed through your mind. The first time Connor tried to kill himself. You didn’t know him then (if you even knew him now) but you did learn a bit about it and what signs to watch out for.

Her eyes widened. “Oh…yes…yes that’s fine. Just keep me updated, okay?”

You nodded and kissed her cheek. “Thanks!” You grabbed your keys, pulling out your phone when Connor texted you his address.

You sat down across from the enigma at the booth. There were a handful of other people in the restaurant, but you and Connor asked to be sat away from them. So they gave you a back corner booth.

After ordering your food, you decided to start the conversation. “So…you’re getting waffles?”

Great conversation starter.

Connor nodded, pulling his hair back into a messy bun. “Yeah. Waffles are pretty fucking good.”

You shrug. “I prefer pancakes, myself.”

Connor smirked. “What’s the difference?”

“Nothing except that pancakes are the best.”

“What proof do you have?”

“I have the proof of everyone here!”

Connor let out a laugh. Whoa. “Oh yeah? How do you know if they prefer shitty pancakes over the almighty waffles?”

You smiled brightly. “I’ll just ask them!” You grabbed a napkin and pulled a pen out of your pocket (magic!). You quickly made a T-Chart on the napkin and walked around, asking everyone there if they preferred pancakes or waffles. Connor laughed as he watched you walk around all the half asleep patrons, trying to pry an answer out of them.

You walked back to the table and showed Connor your results. “So we’ve got five for pancakes, five for waffles, and two that are allergic to eggs.”

Connor smiled, whoa part two, and crossed his arms. “So you still don’t have any proof?”

You shook your head. “I guess not.” Your food then came out. The waitress set the plates down and started to walk away. “Wait!” you said. “Do you prefer pancakes or waffles?”

The waitress thought for a moment. “I’d say pancakes.”

“YES!” you yelled, pumping your fists in the air. “PANCAKES RULE!”

Connor laughed. “Now you’re gonna get our asses kicked out of here for yelling so fucking loud.”

You laughed and began to eat.

The drive back home was much more enjoyable than the drive to the restaurant. You two couldn’t stop talking. And it wasn’t just awkward conversations, either. It was laughing and debating and truly enjoying each others company.

You pulled into Connors driveway and turned off the car. “Well, I guess we’re here,” you sighed, turning to face him.

Connor nodded and looked at you. “Yeah. Guess we are.” He scratched the back of his neck. “I, uh, thanks…for that, I guess. It…it really helped? I don’t fucking know how you knew I wasn’t feeling well but somehow you fucking did so yeah.”

You don’t know how it happened. Maybe it was from all the sugar you just had. Maybe it was because it was 2:32 in the morning. Maybe it was because you were the only person who saw this side of Connor so you felt like you could do anything. But whatever the reasoning, with a sudden bolt of confidence, you did it. You reached out, grabbed the collar of Connors shirt with your hands, and slammed your lips against his.

Teeth clacked, noses bumped, eyes closed too tight. It was a horrible kiss as kisses go. But it felt so right. At least, you thought it did.

Connor gripped your shoulders and detached his lips from yours. “What the actual fuck, Y/N?”

You blushed deeply and avoided his eyes. “I’m sorry! It-it-it just felt like what I w-w-was supposed to do! I-I won’t d-do it again I pr-“ You were cut off by Connor once again. He kissed you, properly this time.

Sighing contently, you loosened your grip on his collar and reached a hand up to his hair. Carefully, you took out his ponytail holder and let his hair fall around you two. You giggled against his lips as his hair tickled your nose.

Connor smiled and let go of your shoulders. He tangled one hand in your hair and put the other one on your waist. He gently squeezed your waist, causing you to let out a small moan. Connor took this opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth.

You two made out for a few more minutes until you both forced yourselves apart. Your backs slammed against the car seats, both of you panting.

“Whoa,” you mumbled, running your fingers over your swollen lips.

Connor ran a hand through his hair. He licked his lips and took a deep breath. “So…what now?”

You shrug. “I…I don’t know,” you mumbled. “Does this count as Stockholm Syndrome?”

Connor laughed. Like, really laughed. Like, threw his head back and squeezed his eyes shut tight laughed. “I have no fucking clue!”

You laughed along with him. Wow. That just happened. You made out with the enigma of the school.

And boy, oh boy, were you happy about it.

The next day, not even five hours later, you pulled into the Murphy’s driveway. Clutching his coffee, you walked up to the door and rang the doorbell. A few seconds later, Connor appeared, his hair tangled in knots and bags the size of carry-ons. But seeing you, his face lit up just a bit.

“Hey,” Connor said and leaned down to peck your lips.

You smiled and returned the kiss. “Hey. Ready to go?”

Connor nodded. “Yeah. Just let me grab my shit.” He took his coffee before walking into the other room. A few moments later, he returned and grabbed the keys out of your hands. “Let’s go.”

You nodded and followed him to the car. Normally, Connor would drive to school while he’s still in a somewhat decent mood, and you would chill in the passenger seat, not daring to say a word. But today, you took a risk. You grabbed his free hand and intertwined your fingers. From the corner of your eye, you could’ve sworn you saw Connors mouth turn up in a slight smile.

When you got to school, Connor parked in the back of the lot and quickly turned off the car. He faced you and squeezed your hand. “Y/N, I don’t want you as my fucking slave. I want you as my S/O. Okay?”

You smiled brightly. “Okay.”

“Don’t start with that Fault In Our Stars shit.”

You giggled and got out of the car, grabbed his hand, and walked into school with your enigma. Of course, having spent the past few months as his slave, you knew Connor’s class was before yours. “I guess I’ll see you at lunch?”

Connor nodded. “Yeah. See you then.” He leaned down to give you a quick kiss before letting go of your hand and walking into his class. You smiled and began your trek to the other side of the school.

That is, until Jared Kleinman came along.

“So you’re dating the school shooter, huh? Tell me, how’s the freak in bed?” Jared smirked, walking beside you.

You frowned. “He’s not a freak, Jared. Fuck off.”

“See, this is what happens when he threatens you. He’s probably holding your family hostage so you’ll agree to date him, huh Y/N?” Jared nudged you.

“Shut up, Kleinman! Leave me the fuck alone!” You started a quicker pace towards your class.

Jared, of course, didn’t leave you alone. Cause why would he? “You’re not actually saying you like that stoner, are you?”

“Actually, I’m saying I fucking love him, alright? Connor’s changed, Jared. Maybe you could learn something from him,” you spat before stomping into your class. You quickly took your seat and laid your head in your arms.

Soon enough, lunch came. You ran out to the tree and smiled when you say Connor. “Hey!”

Connor turned and smiled at you. “Hey.” He wrapped an arm around you as you two sat down. He pressed a small kiss to your temple. “I guess if we’re dating we should actually go on a fucking date, right?”

You shrugged. “Yeah kinda. We can just go to IHOP again, though,” you said, handing him your apple from your lunch.

Connor nods. “Yeah, but we should do other things too.”

“To be honest,” you say, smiling at him, “if it’s with you, I’d do anything, Connor.”

The long haired boy laughed. “Oh man, this is so Stockholm Syndrome.”

[fanficsandfluff]

Dear Evan Hansen: Rocks in a Hard Place

sentence starters

Based off of this prompt I don’t really see DEH with reader inserts working at all, so I just made it a normal Evan/Connor :) Mentions of wanting to commit suicide, hurt/comfort, and it ultimately ends fluffy. I’m very sorry if this angers anyone with an actual mental illness since I do not know how to handle them, so my writing may be inaccurate. I just hope it isn’t insensitive. If it is, I won’t try to tackle these issues in the future.

Words: 1,362

“Is something wrong?”

“No, Evan, everything’s peachy fucking keen.”

Evan frowned, holding his arm nervously. He came over to visit Connor after he felt something was off with his friend during school that day. He wouldn’t speak to him or even look at him whenever Evan tried to make contact.

Connor smelled like weed. Heavily like weed. Usually, that drug wasn’t the problem for Connor. But Evan could tell he was under the influence of other stuff at the moment, as well.

“I-If something is wrong, you can talk to me,” Evan said firmly, knowing him being strong is what Connor needed.

Connor huffed and he chuckled derisively, “Everything’s wrong. When is anything right?”

Evan frowned and he went towards Connor sitting at his desk and wrenched him to his feet, “Don’t fight it.”

Connor growled when Evan first lifted him, but he didn’t protest when he felt the support Evan gave him. Evan brought Connor to the bed and let him lay in it. Then Evan sat protectively beside Connor.

The long haired teen looked up at Evan through hazy, red, watery blue eyes. A choked sob made its way out of his mouth and he hung his head, unashamedly clinging onto Evan.

Evan sighed, knowing exactly where Connor could be coming from sometimes. It was obviously a bad day, and something had triggered it. He didn’t know what and frankly, he didn’t care what did it. All that mattered was taking care of Connor.

“Wh-Why do I have to be like this?” Connor sniffled through tears.

“Be like what? It isn’t your fault, Connor,” Evan tried to distance Connor from blaming and hating himself.

“Then who’s fucking fault is it!? I did this to myself! I’m just a worthless piece of shit, and the world’ll be fucking better when I’m out of it--”

“Shut up!” Evan raised his voice and frowned deeply, looking aghast at Connor.

“It’s true--”

“No it isn’t! Connor, stop. The world... The world is always gonna be shitty. That’s the truth of it. But you removing yourself from it won’t change anything. It’ll make people’s lives worse if anything. I know! Believe me, I know where you are right now. And that’s why I’m here... I would’ve liked someone like me when I was like you,” Evan swallowed nervously. Connor was still huddled into Evan’s side, and his gaunt face stared up at the other while he was speaking.

Connor sobbed again, “I-I... It’s so hard,” he cried.

Evan nodded and he squeezed Connor in a tight hug. This wouldn’t cure him. He knew that. It would take an incredible amount of time to change Connor’s mind. One step at a time. If only he could just get him smiling for right now.

Evan rubbed circles on Connor’s back as he hugged him, wanting to soothe away his aches.

Connor’s sniffles died down after some time. Evan’s hand was getting tired, but he refused to stop administering his touch to Connor. Not until Connor shifted and turned on his back, his head now resting in Evan’s lap. He looked up at Evan and sighed.

“I’m tired,” he mumbled, shutting his eyes and getting comfortable.

Evan blushed, having no say in the matter. Connor wanted to sleep on him, and dammit he wasn’t going to deprive him of that. So Evan got as comfortable as he could while sitting practically upright in Connor’s bed, wanting to sleep like his friend.

And it worked. Connor fell asleep on Evan, their shared body heat helping him sweat out the sickness his drugs caused him last night. Evan was now on his side in what looked to be an uncomfortable position since his legs were still mostly outstretched to be Connor’s pillow. 

With a start, Connor blinked his eyes open and took a deep breath. Fresh air. How-- oh, the window was open. Evan opened it when he first came inside last night. Connor sat up and stretched, rubbing his slightly achy eyes. 

With a turn of his head, he saw Evan sprawled out on his bed. The teen was snoring very slightly, so it almost sounded like heavy breathing. His shirt was rucked up to reveal a sliver of a pale belly. His hand was under his cheek and he was surely gonna wake up with a half asleep arm. 

Connor smiled softly and briefly. He crawled forward on the bed and shook Evan. 

“Mmmnoo...” Evan grumbled, thinking he was at home and his mom needed him awake. 

Connor grinned, “Ev? Wake up, idiot.”

Evan groaned and squeaked out a sleepy giggle when Connor prodded at his tummy, “I-I’m uhup. I’m up..” he laid on his back and shivered, having not slept with a blanket all night. 

Connor watched Evan move around and he was filled with such a sudden warmth, it was almost painful. Like a damn koala, Connor hugged Evan and clung onto his side. 

Evan was too asleep to really register what was happening.

“Thank you,” Connor said, muffled by Evan’s side. 

Evan yawned and he sighed, “For what?”

“For everything. I’m a shit person, and I’m sorry for putting you through--”

“You aren’t,” Evan cut Connor off, “A shit person.”

Self-deprecating was something Evan was very familiar with himself and he wanted that to be one of the first things Connor gave up. 

“You know what I mean. I’m sorry and thank you,” Connor and Evan looked at each other. Evan smiled gently. 

“I have soo many pains in my neck, my back, my arm, and my legs,” Evan mentioned.

Connor grinned, “Your fault for sleeping here.”

“Excuse you, you’re the one who kept me hostage by falling asleep on my lap.”

“You could’ve moved me and gone home to sleep in your own bed.”

Evan blushed, “I didn’t want to wake you.”

It was strange. Connor woke up acting like a completely different person. Still not exactly sober, but it was a cleansed version from the Connor Murphy of last night. 

“You know...” Evan began, “This is all pretty gay.”

Connor snorted and he giggled, nuzzling his face into Evan’s belly, “Yeahah, it is.”

Evan squeaked, “Wahahait! Don’t doho that, it tickles,” his hand pushed gently at Connor’s head. 

Connor’s face lit up and he smirked, “You’re ticklish?”

“A-A little.”

Connor attacked like a feral animal, immediately squeezing Evan’s slightly pudgy sides until Evan was cackling like a hyena. 

“Your laugh is soho...” Connor was smiling, his insides filling with sunshine at just the sound of Evan’s musical howls. 

Evan couldn’t think straight, being so damn ticklish. He’d laugh when Connor kneaded his sides and shriek even louder when he targeted his belly. His sensitive skin was always something of a burden. He’d bruise easily and break bones easily, as he later found out. 

“C-Connor! Noho please! I can’t take it, stohohop!” 

Connor fluttered his fingers around Evan’s neck and watched him scrunch up. 

Evan snorted, “You’re suhuch a bully!”

Connor knew Evan was only speaking in jest, so he just grinned and accepted that role, stuffing his hands under Evan’s arms and digging his fingers into the hollows. 

Evan arched his back, dying from all the playful tickles. Man, Connor really knew how to tickle a guy. Must’ve been practice from growing up with a younger sister. 

But at long last, with tears dripping down his cheeks and laughter coming out in wheezes, Evan was granted mercy. Connor sat back and marveled at the teen laying breathless in front of him. 

“We should d--” Connor cleared his throat, “We should do this again. More often.”

Evan blushed and he gazed up at Connor, “Mohore often? I dunno if I can handle that many tickles.”

Connor smiled, “I think you can.”

“I didn’t finish,” Evan sat up, “I don’t know if I can handle that many tickles if I don’t at least get some payback.”

Connor went wide-eyed before he was driven to hysterics like Evan was. His own laughter was pitchy and bright. A night like before wouldn’t have to come as often as long as Evan Hansen was around. They’d be each other’s rocks. Maybe rocks made of paper, but rocks nonetheless. 

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Tree Bros, Prompt No. 30 (nightmare) for the one word prompt thing, thanks in advance-

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“So what do ya think, Con? Think we can stay here for a while?” Murphy asks from the pew he had sat on, watching as Connor made yet another round around the sanctuary, as he checks to make sure it’s safe. They had already checked it once, along with adjoining hallway that led to a couple small offices, but Connor insisted on checking over it all again. 

“Yeah, this place is much better than that last-” Connor stops suddenly, eyes going to the heavy wooden doors upon hearing them creak open. He reaches for his pistol as Murphy puts out his cigarette before doing the same. “This place is already taken. I suggest you leave before-” It’s then he spots the rosary hanging from the person’s neck and he lowers his gun slightly, still ready to be used, but not nearly as threatening as before. “What are you doing here?”

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I was tagged by @fryferbfringefan44. Now, I have to post 10 characters from 10 fandoms. I’m gonna take some liberties here and bend the rules by not necessarily picking top faves, but faves nonetheless and characters I want to talk about that I don’t really get to in other memes. Be ready, I’m gonna use this to let off some steam. :V

1. Isabella Garcia-Shapiro (Phineas and Ferb): I can’t help but feel controversial here because while I’d hardly call her unpopular, I always get the feeling that most people either don’t care about her much or that the main reason they like her is because they ship her with Phineas (or Ferb, or some other character even). Meanwhile I’m sitting here cringing at my old Phinabella days, and am in that odd sliver that seems to really like her but don’t really focus too much on the Phineas aspect, even if I still have some dreaded Phinabella inside me I’m trying to suppress? I mean, I didn’t even realise she had a crush on Phineas until a year after I discovered the show (yep, I didn’t see crush episodes like how Linda never sees Phineas and Ferb’s inventions). So anyway, I just think she’s really damn cool. She’s hypercompetent like the rest of her peers, she cares about things that matter (in particular the Fireside Girls) as well as her friends, she’s not afraid to speak her mind (well, besides one thing), plus she’s funny, cute and while probably being the most “normal” out of Phineas and Ferb’s group of friends can still have her moments of quirkiness (just watch Return Policy or Face Your Fear, lol). I also find some of her flaws quite interesting, like a lot of her friends we actually see she cares enough about the Fireside Girls to the point where it has given her anxiety over potential failure, and sometimes she has a need for attention (I really like the episode where she’s competing with Candace over attention for Melissa the young Fireside Girl because of this). Granted her central character arc still revolves around Phineas and I understand why some don’t really care for that, but admittedly I like that kind of stuff too (in b4 “problematic fave” comments from people). On one hand I feel like we focused only on her crush at specific times and not nearly as much as some people make it out to be, but on the other hand her crush on Phineas is just super adorable? I think it might actually be because I kind of relate to her (I often remind myself of her at times admittedly, even if there’s other characters I’m more like XD), like there’s loads of characters that exist as love interests but Isabella actually managed to engage me probably because we actually followed her and her feelings instead of her just being some random girl for Phineas to try and impress (I guess I’m saying she was at least active in her own romance storyline, before then I had only really seen boys chasing after girls)? IDK if I’m making sense, but I guess I’m saying even if I think she’s able to stand on her own with her other attributes and is admirable in that regard I can’t help but really relate to the crush stuff too, which is maybe why I like her more than some people (and again, still not in the super shippy wants-her-to-be-with-Phineas-at-all-costs way). But yeah, as you can see I think Isabella is awesome and she’ll always have a special spot as a fave.

2. Jasper (Steven Universe): I choose Jasper because I feel like some people are being somewhat unfair on her? Like, I feel like some people are underestimating how complex she is and that she’s not going to be the “true villain.” Steven Universe never works that way, not even with characters like the Diamonds, you can even ask the writers and they’ll say they don’t do actual villains. Plus, lots of people have gone “true villain” on characters like Peridot when she first appeared, and now look at where she is! Anyway, Jasper’s story is honestly really gripping and also quite tragic. Sure, she works as a great antagonist against the Crystal Gems, but when we piece together where she came from we really get to see why she is the way she is, and she’s actually quite sympathetic. I mean, in her last appearance in Earthlings, I was on the verge of tears. She’s not just some thug, she has things she cares about and has experienced real hurt, and has become quite messed up as a result. Oh, and I can’t wait for her to come back. She’s gotta be back eventually.

3. CT-5555, aka “Fives” (Star Wars): I always enjoyed the clone troopers, but one of my favourites was always Fives. I was always invested in the Domino Squad storyline, and how they rose through the ranks and eventually became ARC Troopers. However, when things got really interesting for me was the Umbara story arc. Here, we not only saw Fives’ capabilities as a soldier, but with Pong Krell taking control of the 501st Legion he actually started to show more colours to his personality. In particular, we got to see that he cared more about what he thought was right than simply following orders without question. Unfortunately, even if that saved him and his fellow clones on Umbara, it would doom him when he learned about Order 66. Fives may have done the right thing, but when the entire Republic is against you for trying to reveal what they perceive as some conspiracy theory, you’re not going to go out well (especially if you have the Sith involved). I just really liked seeing a clone grow rebellious and then renegade but still cared about his duty because it’s either all loyalty or fuck the army, it was a nice balance. It was just committing the crime of asking questions that doomed him (and gosh his death is so sad). At least Rex seemed to listen to his warning though. :’)

4. Bradley Nicholson (Milo Murphy’s Law): IDK if I’ve talked about Bradley much, but he’s just such a blast to watch. Of course there’s the added bonus of Vincent Martella voicing a character radically different from Phineas, but even then he’s just really funny, the voice acting just enhances that. He’s also quite interesting, given that he’s jealous of Milo and the attention he gets, plus he seems kind of lonely. I really want to see him interact with Milo in the future and see whether he changes his opinion on him, or if he somehow grows even more envious while he grows on the others.

5. Makuta Teridax (Bionicle): Yeah, Teridax here is a pretty standard villain with standard villain traits. Selfish, arrogant, wants power, views his subordinates as nothing but tools, associated with darkness, etc. The reason he has left a mark on me is because he’s not only good at what he does, he’s epic at it. They could’ve just had him be some typical dark lord type, but he ended up developing into a character that is able to plan things out to a ridiculous extent. As a result, he would always find ways to be steps ahead of the heroes, and he would even go as far as letting himself be severely defeated and letting them win if it meant achieving his ultimate endgame. Everyone was being played like a puppet, he was powerful but his manipulation and planning is what made him so competent. Oh yeah, and he ended up winning. It literally took a moon to the head to finally take him down, but even then he had already unleashed so much terror on the world that was now his.

6. Keith (Voltron: Legendary Defender): I’m pretty new to VLD so I might not really be as in-depth here now, but Keith is definitely one of my favourite characters in the show. For starters, he’s just really badass. Seriously, he might be reckless at times, but at least he’s not to the point of being foolish, he’s really good at what he does. Also the whole storyline with him being Galra was really interesting, The Blade of Marmora is probably one of my favourite episodes of the show so far. I was already invested in his need for answers, but there he was willing to go to dangerous lengths to get what he wanted. At least the hell he went through was worth it.

7. Alister Azimuth (Ratchet and Clank): Most of the final bosses in Ratchet and Clank games are villains, but here it was literally the mentor character for Ratchet. Granted I’ve never been too savvy with video games, but this twist here when I first saw A Crack in Time blew me away. He’s one of the last of his entire species and has lost everyone who was ever close to him, but when he sees the chance to go back in time, he can’t help but take it. Problem is that he will rip apart time if he actually tries that. It’s actually really dramatic to fight him at the end because throughout the entire game Azimuth had been helping out Ratchet despite stuff from his past slipping into the open (oh yeah, he also feels personally responsible for unwitting helping the one to get rid of the Lombaxes), but when Ratchet and Clank tell him using The Great Clock to alter time would be dangerous, he decides to stop playing nice. He’s rough throughout the entire game, but now he’s not taking anything from anyone. He needed to go back and undo the mistakes of the past, but he had to end up fighting someone who is the son of his once best friend to do it. Granted he’s brought to his senses by the end, but he does end up dying to reverse the time travel process.

8. Connor Temple (Primeval): I don’t remember much of Primeval, but I always liked Connor. Sure, a lot of the time he was there to be goofy and provide comic relief, but he was also really intelligent and knew his stuff. It’s also cool seeing him grow more important with each series, even if in the end his technological skills almost fuck up the Earth since he was being played by the antagonists. Just a fun and cool character.

9. Max Jerry Horowitz (Mary and Max): Mary and Max isn’t a film for the faint of heart (...like me), but Max has always meant a lot to me. He was the first time I had ever seen an Autistic character that felt real, and not just some stereotype or gag. We get to know him and all of the stuff he’s been through, and you can’t help but feel for the guy. He also wasn’t afraid to be himself despite how much hell the world put him through, which is really great to see. Also yay for a character that actually supports neurodiversity in some shape or form!

10. Donna Noble (Doctor Who): Donna was the first companion I got to know on Doctor Who, and she’s still my favourite. I enjoyed seeing someone with a relationship with the Doctor that was platonic but still strong and obviously meant as much as any other kind of relationship, and she was a lot of fun. I understand some found her annoying at first, but if she didn’t start there she wouldn’t have had such great character growth, learning to grow more confident in herself and overcome her insecurities. She was really funny as well, not to mention unafraid to speak up about things. The way she left the show was absolutely heartbreaking though...

I’m not tagging anyone, but if you’re reading this an interested feel free to do this.