Connor Murphy Imagines

Connor Murphy x Reader: Dead Girl Walking Pt.2

Warning: Mild Smut (Kinda.)

Connor had sprinted all the way to the auditorium, adreniline coursing through his veins, along with a fuck ton of nervousness. He really didn't want to screw this up, for his sake and yours. Meanwhile, you were freaking out yourself. Little did he know, you were harboring a crush of your own, which had only just begin to fester for your costar.

"What the hell am I going to do?" You asked Zoe, your heart pounding. "Relax Y/N, you're the best actress here. You got Veronica for a reason, ya know." You knew Zoe was trying to be nice to you, but it didn't help your current situation. Connor had been your best friend since the beginning, and you had been there for him during  the good and bad parts of his life.

"What's up nerds?" You heard a familiar voice say, causing you to turn around. "Hey Jared." You replied flatly. He had a smug grin on his face, and you secretly hoped he didn't know about your feelings for Connor. "Mind if I talk to Y/N for a minute, alone?" Zoe gave him a narrow eye, but went to catch up with Alana nonetheless.

"What did you want to talk to me about?" You asked. "Well," he started. "I happened to overhear you worrying about this little prediciment that you are in with Connor." Your eyes went wide. "You must be mistaken." You said, trying to regain your composure. "No, I'm not." He replied, very straightforward about his point.

He opened his mouth to say something else, when you heard Connor yell, "Hey Y/N!" He seemed fairly excited, much less nervous than he was before. You turned to Jared, said you'd see him later, then ran off to see Connor. He rolled his eyes as he watched you run off, knowing that the two of you were oblivious.

Soon enough, the time came to rehearse the scene. You took a deep breath, steadying yourself mentally and physically. Connor waited offstage, his heart pounding in his chest. Everyone watched eagerly, waiting to see what the two of you would do. The music started, and it was time to shine.

Connor's cue came, and he walked out onstage. "Here it goes." He thought to himself, lying down on the platform that they had set up. "Yeah! I need it hard, I'm a dead girl walking! I'm in your yard, I'm a dead girl walking!" You sang, making him wonder if realistically this was even legal. "Probably not." He decided mentally.

Then there you were, standing in front of him. He sprang up, "Veronica! What're you doing in my room?" You shushed him, putting a finger to his lips. "Sorry but I really had to wake you," you sang, almost seeming awkward saying the statement. Connor stood, standing in front of you, so that the audience had a profile view of both of you.

You became slightly more casual when you continued singing, "See I've decided I must ride you till' I break you." You shrugged, a few people laughing at Connor's shocked expression. "'Cause Heather says I've gots to go," you made a line across your neck with your thumb at this line. "You're my last meal on death row, so shut your mouth, and loose them tidy-whities!"

You took a step towards him, dragging your finger down his chest, stopping just before the waistband of his pants. Connor felt a chill go down his spine when you did this, his eyes following your finger. "Tonight I'm yours," You continued, taking off your jacket and throwing it somewhere towards the audience.

"I'm your dead girl walking! Get on all fours, kiss this dead girl walking!" You pushed him down by his shoulders, but he had to help you out a bit. His hands trailed up to your hips, barely grazing them. Although Connor would never admit this, he loved how dominant you were in this scene.

You also liked the control you had, but just like your counterpart, you would never admit this."Let's go you know the drill, I'm hot and pissed and on the pill. Bow down to the will of a dead girl walking!"