Connor Murphy Imagines

Connor Murphy x Reader: Librarian

So this is partially based off a number from The Music Man, its essentially the, "Flirting in a library," trope. Except the reader works in a library for the summer. 

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Connor walked into the community library with no intent on finding something to read. Instead, he had his eye on a certain librarian. "Well hello, Miss Y/N." He said, leaning on the desk where you checked out books. You stood there, clearly unimpressed. You had told your friend about the, "same dipshit that has been coming in since late May and tries to flirt with me."

"Listen, unless you're here to use one of the computers or lend out a book, please leave before I call security." He smiled with the same grin he always had when he talked to you. "Jeez, you won't even give me the time of day?" "It's two thirty, and speaking of which, now I get to go on my break." You stood up to get out from behind your desk, but he blocked your way.

"Then may I at least take you out for ice cream?" He asked. "Very funny, now move it Connor." You tried to get around him, but he only blocked you again. "I'm not moving until you agree to out with me, just once. Then I won't bother you ever again." You sighed, and although you would never admit it, you found him fairly attractive.

Even though he was a persistent little shit.

"Fine. But at least let me go get my stuff from the break room." He finally stepped out of your way, making a little show out of it. You rolled your eyes, and walked past him, and to the break room. It was employees only, so you shut the door when you went in. Your friend was in there, who you usually discussed Connor with.

You sighed in annoyance, and grabbed your bag. "What's with the tall guy this time?" She asked, laughing slightly. "He asked me out for ice cream." You said, looking in your bag for your phone and keys. "And?" She inquired. "I said yes." Your friend squealed, and jumped slightly. "Thank God! I thought I was going to have to set you two up on a blind date."

You raised an eyebrow at her. "What. You know everyone here thinks you two are the cutest thing, right?" You put your head in one of your hands. "Well, I should probably go, can you tell the boss that I left for my break?" Your friend smirked. "Okay. Besides the fact that the boss loves you, I'll let you know if your lipstick is smudged when you get back."

"Emma!"

She shrugged. "Just letting you know. Now go! Your prince awaits!" "He is not my prince, he's just an annoyance that happens to be attractive." "Uh huh. Sure. Now go!" She waved you off, and you reluctantly walked out the door. You looked around, seeing if Connor had followed you. "Ah!" He yelled as you turned to face him. You jumped back, and he started laughing.

You punched his arm, turning red. "Come on, let's just get this over with." You grumbled, throwing your bag over your shoulder. "Hey, you're the one that said yes, remember that." You turned to face him. "Yes, but I'm also looking for not having to deal with you for the rest of the summer, and get paid for it." He rolled his eyes.

"You know sweetheart," "Don't call me that," "Okay, whatever dollface. Anyway, if you really didn't like me, you could've just called security on me, and you would never have to deal with me again." He grabbed your hand quickly. "So why didn't you, unless you care about me in some way?" You blushed, not only at Connor's comment, but the fact that he's holding your hand.

"You know what, I do care about you, but you're also one of the most infuriating people I've ever met in my entire damn life." He smirked at your statement, while you kept your narrowed gaze. "Well you're still holding my hand." "You grabbed mine first." "You didn't let go." "You-" "Jesus Y/N! Just get out before you start making out in the mystery section!" Emma yelled.

You turned bright red, and pulled Connor out of the library before he made any other crude comments. Meanwhile, although he was still a little pink himself, he had a smirk on his face. "So she does care about me." He thought to himself as you dragged him along. "Who would have thought you actually cared?" He asked as you walked along.

You blushed. "Shut up." He smiled at you, causing you to turn a deeper shade of red. "You know sweetheart," "I told you not to call me that." "Whatever, anyway..." He trailed off for a second. "You're still holding my hand." You hadn't even realized you were still holding his hand, and it had been five minutes since you had left.

Even though your heart was pounding, you tried to act natural, so you shrugged it off. "I mean, it's been five minutes, and I suppose you can get used to something in five minutes." He nodded, and you finally got to the ice cream shop. Connor insisted on paying, and you two talked about anything under the sun.

"Have you-" He started, drawing your attention. "Have you ever, dated anybody?" You laughed slightly. "I know this will sound shocking, but I had a few flings in middle school, but never anything lasted more than a month." He looked at you curiously. "How come?" You laughed slightly.

"I guess I was too afraid that they'd leave, so I made the move before they could." "So is that the way they always ended?" "No, a guy who I really liked cheated on me once, and he left. So from then on, I decided it would hurt less if I didn't get too serious with anyone, before I could depend on them, and then-"

You took a deep breath. "And then they'd leave. And I'd be alone. Again." Connor looked at you, confused. Your dad had died in a car crash last year, and most of the time you were with your aunt, who tried her best, but didn't understand you as well as he did. He listened to you as you explained it, but little did you know, it broke his heart. (Yes, Connor has a soul. WOW!)

He had heard rumors at school about you, but he never believed that you, the girl who's kind to people but will cut a bitch if needed, the girl who's always there for anyone, who always seems to have the time of her life, had thought about killing herself. He encased your hand in his, and gave you a sad smile.

"Listen, I know what it's like to feel like no one cares. To feel like everyone would be better off without you, because my dad didn't care about me. He thought I was acting the way I was for attention, even though I had severe depression and anger issues. My mom tried, but she didn't know what to do. Zoe hated the person I had become, and I did too."

You listened to him talk about how he swallowed a shit ton of sleeping pills in a park and he tried to kill himself. Some kid named Evan Hansen had been there an hour later and saw him passed out, and called 911. He woke up in the hospital, and his mom apologized for not doing anything, his sister since then has tried to be there for him more.

"What about your dad?" "Oh that asshole? My mom kicked him out. She knew he didn't give a single fuck about me, and that he was part of the reason I tried to kill myself." You nodded. "But you know what?" He asked. "What?" "Between depression and shitty people, we've still got each other, right?" You nodded. "Yeah."

You stood up to throw out your paper cup, and he stood up. "I think you have something on your lips." He leaned towards you, and you were almost nose to nose. You noticed the brown patch in his right eye, when he stared right into your E/C ones. He stuck out his tongue, and licked a spot on your lip where you still had ice cream.

You laughed, slightly confused. "You are absolutely disgusting, Murphy." He smirked at you. "Well what did you expect?" You blushed, hoping to avoid answering the question by looking down at your feet. "Um..." He laughed a little bit. "Relax Y/N, I know exactly what you meant." Your eyes went wide. "You did?" He nodded. You crossed your arms.

"What did I mean then?" You smirked slightly. "Oh. You didn't know? Because-" He took a step towards you. "I was thinking the exact same thing." At first you were shocked when he kissed you, but you quickly got used to the feeling. Luckily, there weren't many people around, and you were outside anyway, so none of the employees would reprimand you.

You were surprised at how well your lips moved in sync with his, and how soft his hair was when you ran your fingers through it. When the realization hit you that your break was only so long, you pulled away, out of breath and smiling. He walked you back to the library, and when he went to go find a book, you heard your friend say,

"Your lipstick's messed up."

"Goddammit!"