Good For You (Connor Murphy x Reader)
TW; Uuuu swearing? Depressed reader :<
AN; I changed the lyrics a bit, don’t murder me loves.
so like idk if this is stupid or if ur still taking requests but a
connor murphy x reader where it’s kinda like the reader is singing good
for you to him bc he fucked up ??? idk i think it would be really
interesting to read and end it with fluff maybe ?? fluff is good
You heard a knock on your door, and you reluctantly got up to answer it. You blinked a few times at your best friend since 2nd grade.
“Connor?” You mumbled, stepping aside to let him in.
He nervously smiled as best as he could fake it. You glanced him up and down, noticing his all black outfit.
“How-How are you?” You muttered, trying to make conversation and figure out why he was here subtly.
“I’m- Well, I’m okay.” Connor almost whispered, wringing his hands.
“Can, can you help me?” Connor mumbled, looking at his feet with a pink face
You felt your heart flutter as his hair fell into his face and he pushed it back behind his ear gently.
“Of course I’ll help you, Con.” You said lovingly, guiding him to the couch and sitting next to him.
His face scrunched up as he tried to think of what to say. You turned a light pink as you noticed how adorable he had looked. You were in love, and you had been since you were both fourteen. Sure, you had drifted apart as you grew older, but you still admired him from a distance. He always seemed to know when you were watching him, so he acted as normal as he could. He tried not to get angry at anyone or say something rude to anyone.
You were Connor’s only hope, and he couldn’t loose you. He didn’t know how he was feeling towards you, so he pushed you away as well as the confusion.
“I-I need help asking this girl out.” Connor blinked, looking up at you.
For a moment, just a moment, you felt hope inside yourself. Maybe this was like a cheesy movie scene. You just needed to play your role.
“Oh yeah? Who is this girl?” You smirked, resting your head on your hand and leaning forward a bit for exaggeration.
“Oh, uhm. Her name is Jasmine Cephas Jones.” Connors face turned bright red and he practically had heart eyes.
Your face fell for a moment and you faked a smile. You should’ve known.
“I know her, and I can totally set you two up!” You cheered, trying to hide the fact your eyes were watering slightly.
“Hey, (Y/N)!” Jasmine called, smiling the cutest smile ever. You had wanted to hate her, but you could never. She was so sweet, and you were just jealous.
Connor grinned at you, gesturing to their intertwined hands. You raised your eyebrows and faked another smile. You’d been doing that too much.
“So the date last night went goo-?” You began, getting cut off by the bell.
“Oh! Gotta go, (Y/N)!” Connor smiled again, the realest smile you had ever seen from him. You watched your all time crush and his girlfriend run down the hallway. You stood there until there were only two people in the hallway.
You spun around with tears in your eyes, heading to leave the school with your head down. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Evan Hansen at his locker, watching you practically run by with tears streaming down your face.
You had heard him following you, trying to keep up without running.
“W-Wait, (Y/N)! Wait!” Evan called, making you slow down to a stop in the hallways.
“What, Evan?” You said softly, your voice breaking.
“Are-Are you okay? Why-Why are you crying?” Evan gently grabbed you by the wrist, making you look up at him. You noticed he was only a few inches taller than you. You noticed he was fidgeting with his other hand. You noticed the cast on the arm on his left arm. You noticed the bags under his eyes. You noticed his slightly disheveled dirty blonde hair. You noticed his lips, chapstick smeared on them. You noticed the look of panic on his face as he looked at you.
His eyes were wide as he looked at you. He could tell you were breaking slowly. You had dark bags under your eyes, and your eyes were swollen from crying so much. Your hair was messy, and you dressed in darker clothes than normal. You wore long sleeves, which you’ve never worn before. He didn’t think you even owned long sleeved shirts.
Evan pulled you into his arms, which was completely out of character for him. He was worried about you. You had known each other for the longest time, and you were a family friend.
“You like Connor, don’t you?” Evan whispered, putting his hand on your head.
You nodded into his chest with tears rolling down your face.
“I’m so sorry.” You had both whispered at the same time.
You waved bye to Evan, smiling brightly at him. You and Evan had become really close ever since you had told him everything a week or two ago. You hadn’t spoken to Connor since that day. You tried to, but he was always really busy. You felt anger towards him every time he told you he was too busy to hang out.
You tried to convince yourself you were better than that.
‘Don’t hold grudges, (Y/N).’ You would say to yourself when you got mad. You took up a new hobby of writing lyrics without any music. You were currently writing a piece called “Good For You”, but you hadn’t gotten past the second lyric.
You walked back into the house and only a minute later you heard a knock at the door. Thinking Evan forgot something, you answered it without looking who it was.
“Connor?” You asked, a bit shocked.
“Oh, good, (Y/N), I need your help.” Connor mumbled, walking into the house.
“Wha-?” You had began, growing a bit angry he only came to see you when he needed something from you.
“Jasmine is losing interest in our relationship, I need you to help me spice things up.” Connor paced your kitchen, his arms crossed.
“Who the hell do you think you are, Murphy?” You growled, stepping forward.
“The fuck are you talking about?” Connor squinted at you, angry and confused.
“So you found a place where the grass is greener. And you jumped the fence to the other side.” You began, repeating the lyrics you had written down.
“Is it good? Is she giving you a world I could never provide?” You held back tears, and you started to sing louder.
“Well I hope you’re proud of your big decision. Yeah, I hope she’s all that you want and more.” You sang, walking closer to you.
“Now you’re free from the agonizing life we were living before.” You sang, watching Connor’s face drop as he listened to the lyrics.
“And you say what you need to say, so that you get to walk away. It would kill you to have to stay trapped. When you’ve got someone new.” Connor’s eyes were wide as he realized he had been ditching his best friend.
“Well I’m sorry you had it rough, and I’m sorry I’m not enough. Thank God she rescued you.” The last line made Connor confused, and that was a feeling he hated.
“So you got what you always wanted. So you got your dream come true. Good for you.. Good for you, you, you.” Your voice was raspy and cold, and you were crying.
“Got a taste of a life so perfect, so you did what you had to do.” You turned away, unable to let him see you cry.
“Good for you, good for you!” You shouted, glaring at him.
“Does it cross your mind to be slightly sorry? Do you even care that you might be wrong? Was it fun? Well I hope you had a blast while you dragged me along.” Your voice softened as if you were singing from another perspective.
“And you say what you need to say. And you play who you need to play,
and if somebody’s in your way crush them and leave them behind!” Connor had tears in his eyes as he watched you yell, letting it happen.
“Well I guess if I’m not of use. Go ahead, you can cut me loose. Go ahead now, I won’t mind.” You insisted, your voice cracking.
“I’ll shut my mouth and I’ll let you go. Is that good for you? Would that be good for you, you, you?” You repeated, gently shoving him into the counter and walking around.
“I’ll just sit back while you run the show. Is that good for you?
Would that be good for you, you, you?-” You sang, not expecting Connor to sing over you.
“All I need is some time to think. But the boat is about to sink-”
“I’ll shut my mouth and I’ll let you go, is that good for you? Would that be good for you, you, you?-”
“All the words that I can’t take back, like a train coming off the track, ‘cause the rails and my bones all crack -”
“I’ll just sit back while you run the show, is that good for you?-”
“ I’ve got to find a way to stop it, stop it! Just let me off!” Connor sang, his voice getting loud. Tears ran down his face as silence over came the room. You were both panting and crying, tears dripping down both of your faces.
You and Connor both ran at each other and hugged, tears getting on both of you.
“I-I’m so sorry, I lo-love you.” Connor sobbed into your shoulder. He couldn’t believe he almost lost you.
“I love you, Connor. I love you so much.” You mumbled as Connor gently lifted your face and kissed you by the lips.
You both made up that day, and Connor ended his relationship with Jasmine on good terms. You and Connor had started dating, and all of your friends were in full support of it. Especially Evan.