Multi Fandom X Non-Binary Reader One Shots

Eternity | connor murphy

This is the only letter I'm writing. You're the only person that mattered. I'm sure my mom has already read this and overanalyzed every line before giving it to you. Can you blame her? I guess not. I have no idea where I'm going with this letter. Just, remember I cared for you a lot. A lot more than you know probably. I'm sure my parents won't mind if you go to the house to pick up the things you left there. I can't think of much else to say. Please stay strong (Y/n).

- Connor

Your eyes were wet as you finished reading the letter. You held your hand over your mouth in an attempt to cover up your sobs. You felt like it was just yesterday that you were laying down in his bed with him, talking about the future like you had a clue. Like you knew. The only thing you should've known was that life would've thrown you a fastball, just like it always did.

You hugged your knees closer to your chest. You felt alone. You were alone. Alone with no idea where to go.

>>> timeskip <<

You sniffed as you rang the doorbell. You had yet to stop crying, even if it was weeks after everything happened. You hugged your sweater closer. It was one Connor had let you borrow, and you could still faintly smell his scent that lingered in the fabric. You could hear the door unlock and as it opened, you could see Cynthia's tired face. She looked at you and it was like you could see the heartbreak in her eyes. She must have recognized his sweater.

"Hi, Cynthia... I'm here to uh... grab the things I left in Connor's room. If that's alright." You whispered. You saw her swallow and nod as she moved away from the entrance, making room for you to walk in. You said thank you so quietly you doubt she even heard you. She left you to walk to his room by yourself. You were thankful. You just needed some time alone with your memories, that's all.

You pushed open Connor's door and felt a new wave of tears sting your eyes. His room looked exactly as he had left it. It was like he was still there. Still sleeping in his bed. Still sitting at his desk. Still listening to his radio. It seemed like he would just walk through the door. Laugh and say it was all a prank. You knew it wasn't though. This was real life, and Connor was gone.

Tears fell from your eyes as you turned and closed the door. You walked over to his bed and sat down lightly. You ran your hand over the covers and felt a feeling of dread wash over you. You looked at your lap before wiping your face, trying to stop crying. You knew it was futile. As long as you were here and he wasn't, you would never stop crying.

"(Y/n)?"

You looked up, and there he was. Connor was standing there, in all his glory. You rubbed your eyes. God, you're really off your rockers now (Y/n). Hallucinating and everything, you thought. But when you looked back up, he was still there.

"Jesus Christ, is this some fucking vision where you tell me you've moved onto heaven? I get it, God, you're making me go insane. Cut me some slack man." You mumbled to yourself.

"(Y/n)." He said. You raised your eyebrows.

"It's me." He said. You opened your mouth to say something but you were at a loss for words.

"W-what?" You asked. He sat next to you on his bed and placed a hand over yours.

"It's me (Y/n). It's really me." He said quietly. You pulled your hand away.

"What kind of sick fucking joke is this?" You said, now angry. What kind of person does this? How would a person even do this? You didn't know but it had to be some sort of cruel prank. There was no other explanation.

"Look (Y/n), I know this is hard to wrap your head around. Believe me, I still haven't even fully grasped this." He said. You looked at him and didn't know what to feel.