The World Turned Upside Down (Connor Murphy X Reader)- DEH

Don't Threaten Me With A Good Time. (Chapter 9)

(Notice the Panic! At The Disco title *wink wonk* ;) )
Your POV
Today was a day I've been waiting for forever. It's called; The end of school! (Yes, bit of a stretch I know-). Finally, no more pencils, no more books, and uh..no more teacher's dirty looks! Yeah, that totally rhymes. I didn't even have time to eat breakfast from my excitement. I just ran to school, not even taking a glance at the clock. When I got there, it was WAY too early than expected. 6:30 AM. So I have to wait in this warm weather for thirty minutes. Screw that, I'm calling Connor. I let it ring for a until he answered. "(Y/N)? Why are you calling so early..?" He asked. His voice sounded so...grumpy in the morning. It was kinda cute. It sounded like a grumpy baby bear. What if Connor IS a baby bear? "(Y/N)?" Connor repeated himself. "Hm? Oh yeah yeah," I snapped out. "Can you uh..Meet me at school with your car..? I got a little... Excited for the last day," I explained. "Fine. You owe me though!" He teased. I rolled my eyes and hung up as I waited. Soon I saw a black Mercedes at the front of the school. It must be Connor! I ran to the car door and knocked on the passenger door. Connor shifted his body to the seat and opened the window. "Not uh. Password," He teased. He turned his head and pointed to his cheek, but I had different plans. I rolled my eyes and kissed him. On. The. Lips. And you wanna know something nice? He kissed back. It felt..amazing for a first kiss. I pulled back with my strawberry red shaded face. Turns out I wasn't alone, Connor's was the same color. Soon I heard the honking of a horn behind us. "Hey, you two love birds done?" I heard a familiar voice say. I turned around and saw Michael and the others in his red Toyota car. (Where am I getting these names from? I DON'T KNOW) "Yeah yeah," I said. I climbed into Connor's car as Michael parked next to us. "Hey, (Y/N)," Connor said as I climbed into the car. "Yes?" I asked. "I challenge you to race me up a tree at the park," Connor said. "Sweety," I started. "Don't threaten me with a good time~" I teased. He blushed at my nickname for him and nodded. "After school. Let's go," He added to my statement. I nodded and started talking with the others through the car window. (TALKING THROUGH A WINDOWWWWWWW) So apparently everyone was either off by an hour, or school decided to say "Screw it I'm opening late". Probably the second one. Everyone got out of both vehicles and we all scattered inside to school. Nothing really happened though. It was basically a sobbing fest of," OH I'M GONNA MISS YOU OVER THE SUMMER," and stuff like that. Nothing too important. When that final bell of the year rang,"ALRIGHT TIME TO GET OUT YOU LITTLE DOGGOS" I ran as quick and swiftly my feet could carry me. Soon, I came to the park, scurrying up the tree fast than a squirrel. I waited a few minutes for Connor. When he finally got to the tree I was on, he just looked up the branch. "You son of a...You're driving me crazy you know," Connor joked. I giggled to his joke and climbed back down the tree. "For my prize and your punishment," I announced. "I get to teach you how to defend yourself like I did. My house. Now," I said in a firm and serious voice. Connor had an 'I image death so much it feels more like a memory this is where it gets me' expression. I took him by the hand and dragged him to my house.
Connor's POV
(Y/N) dragged me to her house. I had only one thought,"Is this where I die?".
Yes. Yes it is, Connor.
Thanks conscious. You're so helpful.
Hey I'm just here to pretend to be a squip dude.
You mean a floppy disc? Oh wait this is my mind. I should know. Anyways, shut up conscious. I'm telling a story. (You break that forth wall Connor! WORK).
"(Y/N), what if your dad sees me?! Then I'm totally dead!" I stated out. "He doesn't get back until midnight, Connor. Unless you're sleeping over, you're good," (Y/N) replied. "Can I sleepover?" I asked. I gave her puppy eyes, too. Nobody can resist puppy eyes. She sighed. "I suppose. But I'd have to lock the door and say I'm watching TV and don't want to be disturbed. Now, come on, the best place to go to practice is in the garage," She explained. I nodded her and followed her inside. There were two punching bags, one with dents in it, and one with it looking like a fat dog ripped through it. "I use these daily, so they're a little worn out, but they'll still do. Also, remember only to use what I'm teaching you for defense, not getting into fights. Please," She asked. I nodded. "I promise love," I replied. She blushed a slight tint of pink. God (Y/N), you're so adorable sometimes. That's coming from me. (Y/N), you're something special alright. "Okay, first off, you have to get calm. I'll help a bit, I know a trick," (Y/N) said. I nodded as she started messing with my hair in a soothing way.
No. Why me? Talk about terrible timing. I'm so gonna die today, either from this training session, or embarrassment.
What? What do you mean? I'm your conscious and I have no idea what you mean.
I'd rather not think of it-
oh. oH. OH. You have a problem? *wink wonk*
Is it..?
I quickly looked down. Holy crap I'm in trouble. "I have to go to the bathroom real quick," I said awkwardly as I tried to get out as fast as possible. That was..embarrassing. I came back after a bit, probably a blushing mess, but luckily (Y/N) didn't say anything about it. Thank god for letting me survive the training session. Not all I have is the sleepover. I've had a lot of firsts today. First year I actually liked school, first kiss, first time getting up so early, first..yeah I'd rather forget that one please. And I'm gonna have a first sleepover, too. I hope I survive...
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And now..
Things with...
Inky-Chan.
Okay, so I've been reading fanfic all day-
And I have NO idea if someone has already something like that already.
I needed inspiration for it.. But I don't remember what it was..
Also.
If reader can have a dream squip, Connor gets a conscious. XD
So yeah. Logic.
Boom.