Connor Murphy Imagines

Connor Murphy x Reader: Seventeen

Hello! I apologize that these are all theatre related, but as I've said before, I want to get stories with similar ideas out of the way before I change it up a bit. This is like a continuation of the Dead Girl Walking thing that was written.

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After the whole, "Wait what you like me too holy shit," thing,  the two of you had become very close, emotionally and physically. I mean, you've had to do Dead Girl Walking a few times since then, so it made sense.

Anyway, you were walking to rehearsal, like usual, humming a song to yourself. "Well hello, Mrs.Murphy." You heard a voice say, causing you to roll your eyes at the nickname. You looked and saw Connor, a grin plastered to his face. Come to think of it, he seemed to smile a lot more when you were around. "Hey Connor." You said casually.

He rested his arm on your head. "What's up?" You asked. Now, you two didn't really know what to call your relationship, since neither of you had asked out the other yet. He put an arm around your shoulders, something that he had done for years now. He was always been very protective of you. You smiled at him, enjoying this little moment when,

"Hey Hot Topic!" You instantly became annoyed, looking over where the voice had come from. "Hey Jared." He looked between you two, crossing your arms. "Well that's one hell of a greeting." You could tell Connor was going to punch the guy soon, but silently, you kind of wanted to see it happen.

"What do you want?" Your costar asked flatly. "Well, before I was so rudely greeted," he replied after a brief moment. "I was going to ask if you were looking forward to the scene we're rehearsing today." You and Connor looked at each other, not thinking there was anything special about today's rehearsal.

"I mean there shouldn't be anything too nerve wracking about today's rehearsal, considering we've already done Dead Girl Walking." Jared put his head in one of his hands. "I swear, you two are some of the most oblivious people I have ever met, and that says something!" You raised an eyebrow. "I mean, you're not wrong, but what's your point?" Connor asked.

"My point is that you two have to do one of the most emotional scenes in the show." "Meaning?" "You guys are doing Seventeen today you dipshit!" Jared cursed under his breath, while you shrugged nonchalantly. "It's not as big of a deal as you think it is, Jared." Now it was his turn to be annoyed at the two of you.

"Well hey, don't listen to me. You two are the leads of the show, not me. Have fun, and don't fuck in the bathroom like you did two weeks ago!" He waved, walking away. "A. We were not fucking in the bathroom, as I've explained multiple times, and B, Thanks." He ignored you, and kept walking.

You had never thought about Seventeen that much, considering that everyone was already freaking out about Dead Girl Walking as soon as the parts were announced. Come to think of it, Seventeen and I Am Damaged might bring out some emotions that you really don't show, and you're not exactly sure how to feel about that.

You didn't mention this to Connor, thinking it was just you being paranoid. Connor changed the subject, and the two of you just kept walking down the hallway. When you walked into the theatre space, Evan shot you a nervous glance. "He must've heard about what happened with Jared." You thought.

After running through Dead Gay Son, which was absolutely hilarious to watch considering the fact that everyone ships Michael Mell and Jeremy Heere. Seventeen was next, and you weren't too nervous about it, even though it seemed like everyone else was buzzing with anticipation for the scene. The two of you were off book by now, so you got to have a little more, "fun," per say.

"When will it end?" "Whenever the asshole is dead!" Connor shouted, pushing you to the ground. He wanted to puke. He hated that he had to see you like this, even though he knew it was acting. But that didn't make it any easier. You looked up at him, acting petrified, even shaking, which you weren't sure if it was you or your character.