Snow Day (Connor Murphy x Reader)
Words: 1000 (?)
A/N: Hey guys, its me after over a week again (lol sorry final exams suck). Anyways, pls send me those dank ass requests because this bitch is writing again. I feel like this imagine kinda sucks but I’ve been gone for so long I wanted to post something so enjoy I guess.
I flip another page of my textbook, scanning the words on the page. Midterms were coming up and I had been spending all of my free time studying. I peer out my window, surveying the growing amounts of snow piling up on the frozen ground. Sticky snowflakes clung to my window and dripped down the glass like tears.
Suddenly, I hear a loud knocking on my window, almost making me spill the tea I was about to sip. I rush over and open the latch, prying the window open. A tall figure dressed in all black clambers through the window, followed by a cold gust of air and a collection of snowflakes.
“Connor?” I ask, “What are you doing here?”
“Bored.” He responds, as if it was so simple. He dusts the snow off his clothes and straightens up, greeting me with a kiss.
“Care to elaborate?” I question, slightly confused but welcoming the interruption.
He shrugs, examining the papers I was studying before he arrived. Since he obviously wasn’t going to talk, I gaze out the window at the lightly falling snow. It looked like something straight out of a Christmas card.
I feel a pair of arms wrap around my waist. I lean my head back against Connor’s chest, relaxing into his embrace.
“We should go skating!” I exclaim, almost bumping my head on his chin from my sudden excitement.
“You’re joking, right?” He chuckles.
“You could fit into my dad’s skates.” I say, freeing myself from his embrace, “It would be really fun!”
“Come on, Connor.”
“Pleaseee. Because you love me?” I pout.
He’s quiet for a few seconds, thinking it over.
“Fine.” He grumbles.
“Yes!” I immediately get to work, grabbing scarves, hats and gloves for us to wear as armour from the cold. Connor takes them and reluctantly puts them on, grumbling about ‘the things he does to see me smile’.
“Come on!” I laugh, grabbing his hand and dragging him through the door.
We drive to the ice skating rink in the center of the town. It was empty due to the freezing temperatures, which Connor pointed out and I ignored.
We hop out of the car and head into the shack to put on our skates. I sit down on the cold, metal bench and slip on the skates, weaving the thick laces around the white canvas. I glance over at Connor who was trying to copy my movements but failing horribly. He dropped the black laces in frustration, brows furrowed. I chuckle and move to help him. Connor looked like he was going to stop me, but relented and let me tie his skates.
“Ready?” I ask, standing up and balancing on the blades of the skates.
“Yeah.” Connor sighs, going to stand up and immediately falling back onto the seat.
“What the fuck.” He mumbles, attempting to get up again.
I chuckle, grabbing his hand and wrapping my arms around his waist to prevent him from falling. He stumbles a little but we make it the rink.
“I had trouble just walking out here and you expect me to go on that.” Connor questions.
“You’ll be fine!” I insist, climbing onto the ice.
“How are you doing that!” He stares in amazement as I step onto the ice with ease.
“I used to come here all the time with my brother.” I smile, the memories flooding back.
He taps his skate against the slippery ice, testing it.
“Come on, don’t be a pussy.” I say. He scowls and climbs onto the ice, hanging onto the railing for dear life.
“There you go!” I exclaim.
His brows are furrowed in concentration as he takes a small step, his feet almost flying out from under him.
“Don’t step, you have to glide.” I guide.
“Shut the fuck up.” He mumbles, obviously frustrated by his struggling.
“Come here.” I say, grabbing his hands and pulling him away from the wall.
A string of curses flies out of his mouth as I drag him towards the center of the rink. The sharp blades of our skates drag across the ice, scratching designs into it.
“There you are. You’re doing amazing!” I laugh as Connor stumbles across the ice.
“Not really.” He says, but I see the small smile on his face.
Connor lets go of my hands and slides slowly across the ice, his long legs wobbling. Right before I was about to praise him, his feet slide out from under him and he falls right on his butt.
“Fuck.” Connor moans, laying down flat against the ice.
“Get up!” I laugh, skating circles around him.
“Help me up.” He yells, reaching out one of his gloved hands for me to grab. I take it, and yelp when he suddenly pulls me down to the ground with him, wrapping his arms around me.
“Connor!” I scold.
He chuckles as I punch him lightly in the stomach. Eventually, I settle down and relax next to him, his arm still wrapped around me.
“This was pretty okay, Y/N.” He mumbles.
I chuckle quietly, resting my head on his chest. He kisses my forehead lightly, making me inch closer to him.
“I love you.” He whispers.
“I love you too.” I whisper back, facing him. I look at him, his messy curls fanned out on the ice, ice shavings tangled into them. His blue eyes seemed to pop against his pale face, glimmering lightly in the fading sunlight. A small smile spread across his face, a rare sight for Connor.
I press my lips to his slightly chapped ones, resting my hand on his cheek. We break apart, smiling.
“Now, let’s get out of here before we literally freeze to death.” Connor says, holding tight onto my hand as we get up and skate (slowly) off the ice, laughing to ourselves.