Multi Fandom X Non-Binary Reader One Shots

Eternity | connor murphy

fandom | Dear Evan Hansen

character | Connor Murphy

requested | Anonymous, @/wukindly on tumblr, @/wolfhard-tozier on tumblr, @/pixelated-inspiration​ on tumblr

warnings | Angst, suicide, overdose, death, ghosts

word count | 2,895

keys | (Y/n) = Your name, (g/n) = guardian's noun (mom, dad, grandma...etc)

au | Ghost

summary | I want a fic where y/n can see and talk to ghosts and falls in love with Connor Murphy

The ghosts in this story are based loosely off the ghosts from American Horror Story: Murder House

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The news had hit you like a ton of bricks. An avalanche. How could he do this to himself? How could he do this to you? He promised he wouldn't. He swore it. Yet here you were, holding the final note he had written to you. It wasn't fair. Why would he do something like this?

You felt lost. You weren't sure what to do. He was your best friend, the unknown love of your life and now, he was just gone. Straight off the face of the earth like it was nothing. You felt like you were drowning. You felt tears welling in your eyes and you couldn't breathe.

"I-I'm sorry..." You muttered out to Connor's parents. You didn't know what else to say.

"I thought... I thought he was getting better. That's what he said. He said he was getting better." You said, choking up on your tears and stumbling over your words. Cynthia placed a hand over her mouth, unsure of what to say or how to respond.

"I... I can't do this." You said and stood up.

"(Y/n) please," Cynthia whispered. You turned back to see her desperate, tired face and you only felt worse. You didn't have any words for her, no consolations. Nothing.

"I'm sorry, I just can't. Not right now." You said and ran out of the principal's office. You ran down the halls and to the back doors that lead outside of your school. The cool breeze hit your wet face as you opened the doors. You didn't care if anyone saw you, you didn't care if the school called your (g/n), you didn't care about any of that. You just needed to get away.

You walked to the liquor store on the corner and sat down on the sidewalk. You leaned your head on the brick wall behind you, and you let the tears fall. You let all the hurt you had been trying to conceal come out. You wanted to scream, curse at whatever heavens there were. But there was one thing you wanted more than anything else.

You wanted him. You wanted him back. To wrap your arms around him even if he would tense, even if he wouldn't hug back, even if he acted the same as he always did when you hugged him. You just wanted to hold him, maybe tell him everything would be alright, maybe even say you loved him. But it was too late. All you had was this letter. A letter you were still too scared to read. You had to though. You had to suck it up and read the last words he intended to tell you. And so you did.

Dear (Y/n)

There are no right words to say. I could say I'm sorry but I'm not sure I'd really mean it. Of course, I feel bad I'm leaving you. Even if I sometimes didn't feel like it, I know how much I meant to you. You always made sure to remind me despite how many times I told you to stop being corny. I think I'll miss that a lot. I think I'll miss a lot of things.

But the little things weren't enough. No matter how hard I tried to will them to be, I just kept getting worse. I got too wrapped up in the drugs, the words were too loud, I was too focused on the bad. I came to the point where nothing was enough. Nothing except the bottom of the pill bottle.