Connor Murphy Imagines

Connor Murphy x Reader: First Date

Time seemed to crawl by as you waited for Connor to come and pick you up for your night out. "Relax Y/N, you look stunning-" "As always." You were on facetime with Alana and Zoe, meanwhile you were freaking out. "I don't know. What if I overdid it? What if I say the wrong thing? What if-" "Y/N, shut it. This is my brother we're talking about. You'll be fine!"

"I just don't want to screw this up. You guys know I've had a crush on him since we were sophmores." Zoe rolled her eyes. "Trust me, I know. You were in Heathers with him last year, and freaked out when you had to do Dead Girl Walking." "Yes, and I was paranoid about screwing that up too. Your point?"

"I'm saying that you killed it two years ago, and you're going to kill it again." You pursed your lips, your heart racing. "She has a point. You look awesome, and you should feel awesome too." You shrugged. "Well, it's 5:25. Make sure you tell me how your date went!" You smiled. "I will, don't worry." "And I'll kill my brother if it doesn't." Zoe added.

"Zoe!" "Okay, fine. I won't kill him, but you get my point." "Yep. I'll call you guys later!" "Alright then, bye Y/N!" "Bye Zoe, bye Alana!" You waved to them until you hung up. Your heart was still pounding, but at least you didn't think you were going to be sick because of how nervous you were. At least not as much as before, that is.

At five thirty sharp, you heard the doorbell ring throughout the house. "It's Connor dad, I'll get it!" You shouted, standing up to go get the door. You smoothed out your dress, and took a deep breath. You opened the door, a smile coming to your face. Your date was wearing a navy blue polo shirt, with black jeans, and his usual pair of black sneakers.

His hair was pulled back out of his face in a nice bun in the back of his head. He was holding a boquet of flowers, red roses no less. "How did you know roses were my favorite?" You asked after he handed you the boquet. "Alana said your favorite colors were red and yellow, and they didn't have yellow roses at the florist, so I settled for red."

You smiled, and you heard a familiar pair of footsteps come up the stairs. "You must be Mr. Y/L/N, I'm Connor Murphy." He put out his hand, and your father almost seemed startled by the action. He shook his hand, and when he pulled away, your father said, "Were you in the show about a year ago?" Connor laughed slightly. "Yep. I was Jason Dean."

"And the show is called Heathers, dad." Your dad had a moment of realization. "Yep! Now I remember. I knew you looked familiar." You shook your head slightly when your dad said he wanted to get a picture of the two of you. By the time he had taken the pictures, it had almost been quarter past five.

"Alright, I'm going to let you two go, you've got everything you need Y/N?" "Yep." You had your black bag slung across your body, but your dad made you go back inside to get a jacket anyway. "It's supposed to be cold tonight, and I don't want you to get sick." "It's supposed to be sixty degrees!" "My point exactly." You groaned, and looked at your phone to check the time.

"Well, we better get going. Bye dad!" You hugged your dad, and then followed Connor to his car, opening the door for you. As you drove to the restaurant, you talked about a bunch of random crap. Anything from funny memories from the show, like when your music went out during Fight for Me, to when you punched some asshole in the nose because he was bullying Evan.

You listened to songs on the radio, and you were singing along to Sorry Not Sorry by Demi Lavato when it came on. When you finally arrived at a favorite childhood restaurant of yours, you were suprised that when he had said that he had been to the restaurant many times before, as had you, since your mom worked there.

You walked in, and smiled when you saw your mom at the hostess stand. "Hey mom." You said casually. She looked up from what she was writing, and her face lit up like a Christmas tree. "Hi Y/N!" She came around from her little podium, and looked at what you were wearing. "You look so beautiful." She saw Connor standing next to you, smiling at your mom.

"You must be Connor!" She held out her hand for him to shake. "I'm (*insert your mom's name here*), Y/N's mom. It's so nice to finally meet you." He shook her hand, and she sat you two down at a table in the quiet part of the restaurant. You two had been talking when the waitress came over. "How are you doing, Y/N?"

Your mom walked over, explaining that it was, "Date Night." You looked at Connor, both of you feeling very awkward at the moment. "Yep. We're going to see a play after this, so it's going to be pretty fun." You were tying to sound as calm as possible, even though you internally screaming because your mom had put you on the spot.

After you both had eaten and paid the bill, you said goodbye to your mom, and started driving to go see the show. "Sorry about my mom." You said, looking out the window. "It's fine. I'm sure she didn't mean to put you in an awkward position." You hummed in response. Once you got over the brief awkwardness of what had happened, you talked the rest of the way there.

When you finally got to the venue, Connor handed you your ticket, and you went to your seats. You both got a large popcorn, and the show began.

When intermission finally came, you talked about how great the actors were, and how crazy it was that the lead guy was played by a person who just graduated highschool. Soon enough, the show started up again, and you waited to see what would happen. Just barely into the second  act, you heard someone yawn, and soon felt an arm around your shoulders.

You looked at Connor, mouthing, "Really?" He shrugged, and you held his hand. Closer to the end of the show, the two leads onstage kissed, causing a smile to form on your face. He knew now that it was time to make his move. Quickly, he pressed his lips against your cheek, and when your brain registered what happened, you felt your cheeks heat up.

You looked at him for a moment, as he smiled at you. A smile once again found it's way onto your face, as you returned the favor, by kissing him on the lips. You lingered there for a moment, until you pulled away. You both quickly returned your attention back to the show, but afterwards... well...

After an awkward yet heartfelt confession on Connor's part, you may or may not have had a heated makeout sessiom in the back of his car, resulting in completely messed up hair, flushed faces, and marks on both of you that were very awkward to explain on Monday, but you essentially were together all weekend, so... You get the picture.