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Spanish Love Notes (c.m x reader)

hey!! thank you all for the feedback for Loud Mouth and our insecure! jared headcanons!! we would love to get more requests and we are currently working on the couple of jared requests and we even got a ben request!!! by the way, this story was so much fun to write considering we are latinas so we wrote this based on our experiences!

ship: connor murphy x latina! reader (this is a female reader!!)

requested: sí

warnings: cursing & angst

word count: 2248

In a town overrun by the English language, it wasn’t that hard for you to be recognized as one of the best students in your 8th period Spanish class. Spanish, being your first language, was like second nature to you. It was actually kind of difficult to explain things to your friends when you had initially moved there, because the use of “Spanglish” was so common where you came from. But, after a few years of living there, you were considered the go-to for answers in that class (even if you didn’t give it to them most of the time).

The Spanish teacher, Ms. Martinez, loved you, to say the least. She always called on you to read some lines from a book, even if you didn’t like to. Ms. Martinez just loved to hear you speak Spanish so fluently (unlike many of the other students).

But, not everyone was blessed with such talent. A boy by the name of Connor Murphy was considered one of the worst in the entire class. He never seemed to understand the concept, let alone actually care for it. No work was done or turned in, and he fell asleep in class a lot; he was the complete opposite of you. You were actually very glad that you didn’t have to work with him when it came to group projects, you felt like he would hold you back, and even ruin your ‘goodie goodie’ reputation. That is, until one day your teacher decided it would be great to give you some news…

The bell had rung one day, dismissing you to go home. But on this certain day, as you made your way out of the room, you heard Ms. Martinez call out to you.

“Y/N, darling, can you come over here for a second? And Connor, I’d like to see you too,” She said sweetly.

A few of the students that were walking out of the room began to make sly remarks about you being called by the teacher. You managed to ignore them the best you could, but couldn’t help but think; what could she possibly want to do with me and him?

“Is there something wrong miss?” You questioned nervously, trying not to take notice of the pale boy who walked up next to you.

“No no, just a request. Mr. Murphy here isn’t exactly the brightest when it comes to Spanish, as you may be aware of. Would you be able to tutor him over the weekend? I have this packet he needs to complete for extra credit,” She explained, as she handed a fairly thick packet to Connor.

He took the papers and looked at it in disgust. Suddenly, you saw him look back at you, and you gave him a polite smile, which seemed to throw him off guard a bit. You looked back to Ms. Martinez and say

“Alright miss, I’ll gladly do it,” You definitely did not want to mess up your reputation, so you decided she may owe you one because of this.

“You got to be fucking joking me,” Connor groans as he runs his hands through his hair. You decide to keep your mouth shut even though you would gladly have said no and walked away from this boy.

“Great! Why don’t you two just exchange numbers and get that done over the weekend? This packet is due next class, so I think that’s more than enough time,“ Ms. Martinez advised.

“Fucking bullshit,” Connor muttered under his breath, earning an eye roll from you.

“Will do miss, I’m sure we’ll get this done in no time!” You said sarcastically gleefully.

Connor, not wanting to be a part of the conversation any longer, walked out of the classroom quickly. This forced you into a position of having to chase him down the hall and try to get him number.

“Murphy! Wait up!” You yelled down the empty hallway.

He surprisingly came to a halt, and turned around quickly, shooting you a glare. Not wanting to make him wait too long you tried to speak as quickly as you possibly could.

"Look, I’ll just give you my number, and you can text me so I can have yours, got it?” You asked.

Without a single response, he reached into his pocket to get his phone, opened it, and handed it to you. You then put in your number, and saved yourself as “Y/N/N” in his contacts. Once you gave the phone back, he turned around, and you watched him make his way out of the school.

You sighed, and ran your fingers through your hair.

Well this is going to be, troublesome…

You had been home from school a couple of hours, trying to complete as much homework you could before heading to bed. Suddenly, your phone buzzed, notifying you of a text message you just received.

From- Unknown hey its connor

Right after reading the message, you saved him into your contacts.

From- You alright, then how about we talk about when we’re going to meet up?

From- Connor M. k

From- You how about sat @ 3? could we possibly do it at your house? my family is a lot to handle.

From- Connor M. k

From- You if you don’t mind I’ll need your address

From- Connor M. k (Connor M. sent his location)

You rolled your eyes at how lazy this guy is, but locked your phone and continued on your work. But, you weren’t able to complete anymore of it because you mind was set on the day to come, and how things were going to work out; nervous to find out if any of the rumors you had heard were true.

Waking up early on Saturday morning was a normal thing for you, but today was so much different. You couldn’t help but think of what was going to happen when you were there. Occasionally, when he was especially upset, you have seen him lash out towards the teacher, and that alone scared you. Worrying too much was something that always happened, you got easily overwhelmed, especially when you had no one else to talk to. You spent your time laying in your bed and playing with the sheets of your bed before realizing you had to get going.

All this for studying.

When you looked at the clock, it was a quarter to 3. There was a deep pit in your stomach, but you tried your hardest to get settled and not let your nerves take over. You looked at your phone to check where his house was, and realized it was only a block away, so you decided to walk.

Everything will be alright.

You approached his house and practically forced yourself to ring the door bell with clammy hands. Anxiously, you waited for the door to be opened. You heard some heavy steps coming up to the large wooden door, and it was then opened very slowly. An unimpressed teen emerged from behind it, his eyes rested calmly on you.

Your cleared your throat before you were able to peep out,

“H-hello,”

Connor gave you a strange look, which made you calm yourself a little. Without a word spoken, he signaled you to enter his house. Hesitantly, you made your way through the door, and he began to make his way up the stairs, so you followed. The first impression you had of his room was 'Oh my’. His room had one wall that was just lined with books; classics such as Jane Eyre, To the Lighthouse, and T.S. Elliot. You stood there in awe as you examined the beautiful bookshelf that adorned his wall, and how organized he was, even though he was not the cleanest, Connor was still able to keep things where they could be found.

“Are you just going to stand there like a fucking idiot?” Connor questioned, a bit of irritation in his voice.

You quietly laughed it off and placed your bag on his bed. Yet you still felt uneasy, you thought about the task at hand and threw the nervousness out of your head.

You’re strong enough, he can’t hurt you unless you give into it. Plus those are just some stupid rumors anyways, treat him like anyone else.

You toughened up, looked over to him with a grin and said

“Let’s get things rolling, shall we?”

Studying with him wasn’t easy, but it went a lot better than you had thought. It was just that every time you asked him a question about something you had just gone over, he would either answer like a smart ass or not at all. But one thing you did have was patience. You were willing to go over the topic again and again, and help him out as much as you could. That’s what you were there for anyways.

“Connor, perro does not mean parrot, it means dog,” You explained, giggling quietly

“Then why do they both start with the letter 'P’? Are you trying to say that I’m stupid?!” He began to yell.

“No Connor, you’re not stupid. It’s ok that you don’t know everything when it comes to Spanish. You can’t be good at everything,” You reassured him, as you gently touched his shoulder in attempts to calm him down.

“Just because you’re not good at Spanish doesn’t make you a failure, you just have other strengths. I can see you like to read, and that’s so amazing. I honestly would have never expected you to be one to read, but you obviously seem to enjoy it very much. Everyone has something they’re good at, no one is stupid. You’re far from that Connor,” You added on, hoping he would actually listen.

Connor looked at you in a way that you didn’t understand what he was thinking. He looked as if he were going to say something, but stopped himself and just calmed down after he took some deep breaths. The two of you had agreed on continuing, and each time he got riled up, he took a bit of time to calm down. Yet you never noticed it, Connor would occasionally look at you in slight admiration, feeling almost flustered that someone intelligent, patient (and quite good looking) was helping him out.

CONNOR’S POV

When I opened the door up for her that first time, she was a fucking nervous wreck, to say the least. She wouldn’t say a word, and she seemed so innocent. I’ve seen this girl all around the school, everybody fucking loved her to death, and she always had a smile on her face. I thought she was like everyone else I fucking knew. She had good grades, teachers loved her, she had so many friends, what could possibly be wrong with her life? She was perfect, but when it can to me, she probably thought of me as a freak, and I bet she was planning on telling her little fucking friends how much she hated me and wants to make me feel like a fucking loser. Because that’s how I thought everyone was going to be like.

But I was wrong.

She walked into my room (surprisingly) and looked at all my books. I couldn’t tell if she was going to make a joke about me because how fucking big of a nerd I was or if she actually liked classics. Then, right in front of my eyes, this girl became a totally different person from the one who just walked in. She looked to be a lot happier to be here, but I still didn’t know if she was playing tricks on me or not.

When we began to work, she was able to explain every little thing there was in the Spanish language. Hearing her talk was something I would have never thought I was have actually enjoyed. She spoke silently, but it was loud enough for only me to hear. She spoke so clearly and eloquently, I began to see why teachers loved her so much in the first place. Still, I wasn’t sure if she was doing this for her own benefit, or because she actually cared. My way of trying to find out if she was shitting on me or not was by being a fucking smart ass, or really how I always act (why would I want to be nice to some trick ass bitch). This didn’t seem to faze her at all, she explained and we kept working. But, I do remember she said something very important that made me think twice about her.

“…no one is stupid. You’re far from that Connor,”

If anyone else were to say this to me, I would have told them off right on the spot, and not listen to anything they would have wanted to say. But when she said it, I felt different. Everything feeling inside of my being got soft, I couldn’t understand why. To try and describe how I actually felt, it was as if I were a puppy waiting to be adopted, watching as all the other got to go to new homes, for then to finally one day be noticed by someone, and given new opportunities. I felt the need to try and say something, but I was never in these type of situations where someone was actually praising me for being, well, me. I ended up looking like a fucking weirdo because all I managed to do was open my mouth a few times like a fish out of water. But before anything could be said by me, she suggested we keep working. I would pay attention here and there, but I thought about doing something that I had seen done in some of the books I’ve read. But, every time I was paying attention, I would usually burst and get mad. And every time I did, she gave me a look that reminded me about what she had told me, and I was able to calm down so easily, which would never would have happened if I were with anyone else.

That’s because she wasn’t anyone else. She was Y/N.

Impressively, you two were actually able to finish up that packet in 3 hours flat. Both of you were really happy once you finished it, even though it only seemed like you were the only one who seemed to be celebrating about this accomplishment.

“You know, I usually don’t say things like this, but uh, thanks for helping,” Connor said quietly as he avoided making eye contact.

“The pleasure was mine, Connor. You’re a very smart guy, you have a lot of potential. I loved working with you,” You told him, as you pulled him into a tight hug. Connor, not having expected the embrace, tensed up, but quickly calmed down and hugged you back. You giggled, and let him go, as you gave him a very loving smile.

Connor smiled too, just not as big, but it was big enough to make you feel like a winner.

Getting back to school was oddly exciting for you that Monday. Since that day that you spent your time with Connor Murphy actually went well, you felt like you could have spent the entire day with him, maybe even hang out more often.

You were the first one to get to class, so you always had the chance to sit towards the back, where you liked to sit. Other people walked into the class, taking a seat in the surrounding desks, but you simply ignored them. But, one person you failed to notice coming your way was a certain Connor Murphy, who weaved his way through the tables, and all the way to seat next to yours. He sat down, and tried to act as if he weren’t there for you. When you looked in his direction, he was ravaging through his bag for something. Then, he handed a note over to you.

“I need you to, uh, proof read it,” He confessed, looking towards the floor.

“Oh, sure thing,” You said as you grabbed the note to take a look at it.

As you carefully unfolded it, and quickly read through it, not paying attention to what it actually meant. You turn to him and nod to let him know that it’s all correct. He got a good look at you and laughed a bit.

“Did you actually read it?” He questioned, still chuckling. As you gave him a questioning look, you turned your gaze onto the note once again, and read the words on the paper.

Q U I E R E S S A L I R C O N M I G O

Your eyes went wide. It was something you would have never expected in a million years, especially from him. It seemed like something that came straight out of a book.

W I L L Y O U G O O U T W I T H M E

A blush creeped onto your face, and your hands were shivering from excitement. You dropped the paper in less than an instant, and scooted over to lock him into a strong embrace. Leaning your head close to his ear, you ecstatically whisper

“Sí,” and giggle softly as he (somewhat) hugs you back.

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