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wambsgansshoelaces · 5 months

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Turmoil; Chapter 7

Roman Roy x Reader

a/n: catch the easter egg hehe

Word Count: 2.60k

Just one day, you tell yourself. One day to forget about all the bullshit in your life and just enjoy yourself. It is a party in your name, after all.

After some moaning and groaning from Roman, you manage to drag him out of bed and get him ready. You stand, hips touching, as he messes with his cologne and you put in your earrings.

“You know some shit is going to happen today,” he mutters.

“Why would you say that?” you chide. “We should be relaxed. It’s our last night here.”

“Murphy’s Law, Y/N.”

“I didn’t know you were smart enough to know what that is.” He smacks your shoulder lightly. “What? I’m being honest,” you tease, smoothing out the wrinkles in the dress you’d picked out a few days before.

“I’m extremely intelligent, just so you know.”

“Sure, Roman.” You laugh.

“I’m the one who got Connor’s watch. And…,” he says conspiratorially, winding an arm around your waist and pulling you flush against him. “I got someone’s personal bank records.”

“I love it when a man commits federal crimes for me,” you say faux-dreamily, smiling at him.

“Y/N, it’s not illegal, if I, er, found them.”

“We’ll talk about it later. I want a stress-free night.”

“Murphy’s Law,” he repeats. “What can go wrong will go wrong.”

“Is it too much to ask of your father to keep his opinions to himself for one night?” you ask, sighing. You perfect your look in the mirror before stepping away form Roman.

He follows you out the door, his fingers subtly intertwined with yours. He’s warmed up to your touch- not that he’s ever not liked it. Kissing, apparently, is still out of the question. You’d realized when you tried giving him a peck good night before bed the other day.

You can’t even begin to count all the people in attendance tonight. You don’t know most of them, as you’d expected, which makes your job more difficult. You have to make yourself look good- and Logan.

You mill about, doing what Roman refers to as ‘standing there and looking so damn pretty’, watching the crowd. He’d scuttled off in the name of finding desserts, leaving you to yourself and your thoughts. Logan had spared no expense for his son- chandeliers were lit, servers were flitting here and there, tables upon tables of food were laid out.

While your situation is less than ideal, you’re able to appreciate nice things when they come.

You idly sip from your glass, letting your gaze rake over the crowd. Logan is sitting by himself off to a corner, seemingly trying to gather his strength to even get up. You wonder where Marcia is, and you briefly feel a pang of sympathy. Only briefly.

Shiv is more than likely flirting with some random guy, you tell yourself, Kendall probably asleep in a separate room. Connor is entertaining his own circle of guests, in his element. He makes weird flapping motions with his arms, and you’re thankful you weren’t pulled into that conversation. Greg is happily munching on an assortment of treats. You’re delighted he’s gotten a break. He’s a good man; he deserves it.

Your gaze snags on a strangely already-balding young man. Before you’d left for this party, Roman had shown you a headshot of the accountant Connor was working with. He seemed freshly out of college, but both his face and certain records you’re sure you’ll be able to dig up say otherwise. If anything, he was suspicious.

To your dismay, he makes his way over to you. You hope this won’t be a repeat of the charity gala- you don’t think you’ll be able to control yourself this time. This guy has a punchable face, anyway.

“The future Mrs. Roy,” he says heartily. You lazily raise your glass to him. “I’ve been keen to meet you.” He talks like an old man, too. “I’m the one who directed my client to you when his things got stolen at the hotel.”

You straighten slightly. “Were you, now? I thought it just came with our… familial ties.” You flash your engagement ring at him.

“I mean, of course that’d be the natural course of thought. Regardless, I had to make sure he went with the best, and you’re the best.”

You’re certain he’s trying to kiss your ass. The question is why. You fold one of your arms over your torso and regard him. “Who are you, again?”

He straightens his blazer and extends his hand out to the one you currently have holding your glass. Jerkily, he puts it back down by his side and says, “Peirce Thompson. Thompson & Thompson Accounting and Banking.”

“What a firm name,” you say blandly.

“My brother and I started the thing up from our bedroom way back when, and the name’s just stuck.”

“So you’ve been around a while, then?”

“Oh, ages, absolute ages.” He dusts off an imaginary bit of lint from his shoulder. You press your lips together.

“Why haven’t I heard of you, then?” you ask carefully.

“Psh, your type of law and my finance rarely collide,” he says condescendingly. “We’re in two different worlds, sweetheart.”

Trying not to recede into yourself, you give him a strange look. What he’s saying is bullshit- you know your way around economics, and you run your own firm. Clearly, you have a handle on finance. “If you say so.”

As if Connor’s shenanigans couldn’t get more confusing. This accountant banker bitch reeks of fish- both figuratively and literally, unfortunately.

“I’ve been meaning to ask. Have you ever personally taken care of many fraud cases?”

“Depends on the kind of fraud we’re talking about.” You manage to catch Kendall’s eyes over Peirce’s shoulder. You subtly widen and release your eyelids, trying to get him to come over.

“Er, tax fraud.”

”Sure I have. Why do you ask?” You turn your gaze back to his.

“Only wondering. Some issues are arising with… clients.”

“Clients, huh?”

Thankfully, before he can say anything, Kendall claps his hand over Peirce’s shoulder. “I didn’t think you’d be here today,” Kendall says stiffly. “Funny you’d show your face after raking up the interest for my dad by ‘forgetting’ to pay his taxes.” You have to keep yourself from laughing. Kendall continues. “You’ve met my sister? Trying to weasel your way into her finances, too?” He shifts to stand shoulder to shoulder with you. Your heart warms when he refers to you as family.

Peirce grits his teeth. “Lies don’t look good on you, Mr. Roy.”

Kendall snorts before pressing a hand to your back and guiding you away. “Thanks,” you murmur to him as you both slip away.

“He makes me want to rip my hair out. I’ve got you.”

You both make your way to a table, taking seats. You’d been standing for so long your feet were aching. Roman finds you and pulls a chair up right next to yours, and when he sits, he makes sure his leg is touching yours.

Kendall takes note, his eyes flickering from you to Roman. “What happened to ‘I’m going to kill her before I let her near me?’”

You laugh. “You said that?”

“I say lots of things I don’t remember.” Roman pushes a plate piled high with sweets towards you. “I didn’t know what you’d like, so I got you everything.”

You give his knee a pat. “I appreciate you trying, Roman, but that’s way too much.”

“We’ll all share,” he insists. Kendall smiles, taking the miniature slice of German chocolate cake and setting it on his place.

“My wife catered,” he says simply. “She owns that bakery you like, Y/N. The one always open on the holidays.”

You smile softly at him. You’re happy that he’s happy. You and Roman pig out on the sweets, chattering comfortably until his eyes catch someone as they cross the room.

He somehow manages to smack Kendall’s chest from across the table and stares back into the crowd.

You and Kendall both follow Roman’s gaze. You just barely catch Marcia as she slips out of the main atrium, a man in tow.

Kendall must see something you don’t. “Give me your fucking phone,” he says quickly. Without thinking, you hand it to him and he power walks after her. You and Roman follow, albeit much slower because Kendall already looks crazy.

Kendall’s leagues ahead of you at this point, but he’s slow enough that you and Roman can tail him. You wind through the corridors until the three of you have stopped in an eerily empty hallway. Kendall is peeping into the sitting area that dead-ends the hall, and almost immediately doubles back, seemingly sick. He steels himself, then takes your phone and sticks it through the doorway and starts filming.

Peeking over his shoulder, you wince.

Marcia has a fuck buddy, and it isn’t Logan Roy.

As desperately as you want to get rid of the image of Marcia having sex from your brain, you can’t. It simultaneously makes you want to puke but also, disgustingly, elated that you now have something over her- and by proxy, Logan.

After an excruciating five minutes, the three of you had gone back to the party. You and Roman had danced a bit, and he’d admittedly embarrassed you with his extremely out-of-date moves. Despite it all, you’d found yourself laughing and having more fun than you’d had in ages.

Now, you’re struggling to unzip the back of your dress. Roman’s stooped over the sink, aggressively washing his face.

“Rome, you’re going to rip it off. Calm down,” you manage, tongue between your teeth as you continue to attempt to pull down the zipper.

He pats his face dry with a towel. “I’m being thorough.” Without being asked,he comes over to you and tugs the zipper open. “You should wear that more often.”

“I literally just got it.”

“Yeah. Keep wearing it.” His hands go to sit on your hips, gently rubbing.

“What’s with the affection all of the sudden?” He settles his face into your shoulder as you move to put your hair up. “Not that I’m complaining.”

He’s quiet for a moment. “Getting more comfortable,” he says into your skin. “I don’t… I’ve never had a relationship like this. Where we genuinely liked each other.” You stay silent, letting him gather his thoughts. “I’m just scared. But we’ve been over that before.”

”You can always tell me how you’re feeling,” you say softly.

“I don’t want to get hurt. I don’t think I’ll physically be able to handle it.” Roman pulls away from you, padding into the bedroom. You quickly change into your pajamas before following him, slipping under the covers by his side. “I also don’t want to hurt you,” he says quietly.

“What makes you think you’ll hurt me?”

“I don’t exactly have the greatest track record with relationships, do I? Behind all that hoity toity lawyer stuff, you’re so horribly kind. It makes me sick, honestly.” He’s facing you, pain flickering across his face. “People have never really liked me for me, you know? It’s always just for my money, or my brother, or Dad. It’s like… it’s like I’m not even here.”

You take a moment before responding. “I see you. You work hard, Roman. I should express my appreciation more.”

You’re right. Despite your consistent bickering in the beginning, Roman was dedicated to what you were trying to do together. Like clockwork, he’d have paperwork on your desk or news articles sent or even a mug of coffee. Recently, too- he’d helped you confirm Connor was lying, and now he apparently has dirt on his finances- and financier.

“Even though you’re honestly a jerk, I think deep down under all of that clownery you’re a good guy,” you murmur.

“You’re so backhanded,” he complains, reaching across you to pull you into him. His arm wraps around your back, the other sitting on the back of your thigh as he shifts you on top of him. You set your cheek on his chest.

“Really, Roman. I think you’re too hard on yourself.” His fingers trace circles into your skin.

“I don’t even know what I’m talking about.” You catch your eyes drooping as he speaks. “I want to try this. Seriously. Actually.”

“You can,” you murmur back. “We can.”

“I want to start acting like a real couple. I want you to trust me, to feel safe with me.”

You sigh happily as his fingers continue their ministrations. “I already do.”

“That makes you kind of stupid, really.” Roman presses a hesitant kiss to your head. “Like you said, I’m a jerk, and on top of that, I’m vain, self absorbed, wickedly good looking…”

“Oh, shut up.” You laugh lightly into his chest.

He does, for a few moments. “Y/N?”

“Hm?”

He gently takes your chin, tilting it up enough so he can look at you. You can tell he’s fighting with himself in his mind. Shakily, he presses his lips to yours.

It’s a stiff, awkward kiss, and he pulls away quickly.

“Good night, Y/N.”

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The next morning, you’re leaning against the wall, fighting off sleep. Your flight is bright and early, and therefore so are you. Roman insisted to carry all of your luggage out to the car, so you stand in the foyer, avoiding the outside chill of the morning. You and Greg talk about nothing while Kendall stares into his empty coffee cup, Shiv on his other side, teeth chattering.

“Hey, I’ve been meaning to tell you- I’ve gotten a few bank statements I want you to take a look at. Don’t worry about them now, though. I don’t want you stressing until we get back. I mean, I don’t want you stressing at all, and I’m just trying to preserve the peace until we get back to the States. I mean- I don’t know what I mean.”

You give his arm an affectionate squeeze, and he rubs the grogginess from his eyes.

Roman shuffles back in, his breath clouding out in front of him before he steps back into the heat. “Santa took a fat shit outside.”

“How poetic,” you mutter in response. “You have such a way with words.”

He waits for the other three to file out of the foyer before pressing a kiss to your cheek. “Just for you.”

The flight back is lethargic. Nobody wants to get back to work, least of all you. Roman’s sprawled across your lap, and you idly scratch at his scalp. Kendall sits on your other side, slumped against you with his blanket pulled over his head. Shiv once again sits across from you, her legs once again propped up on the side of your lap Roman isn’t occupying. Greg has a sofa all to himself, his legs sticking off the end as he snores lightly.

Logan, again, had elected to take a different flight. It’s for the better, anyway.

“You think I can hire a hit man without getting arrested?” Shiv asks you nonchalantly.

“I want to see you try.” You give her ankle a pat. “You’ll do great,” you tell her sarcastically. “I’ll be so excited to come see you during prison visiting hours. If you get any.”

“Oh, be quiet. I’d execute it perfectly.”

“I really do hope you’re joking. Do you know how stupid people who hire ‘hit men’ are?” you ask, making air quotes with your free hand.

“What? It’d be fun, I think.”

“Stop thinking, then, Shiv.”

The rest of the long flight goes by slowly. When you step off the stairway and onto the asphalt, you take a breath of the smoke-infused air. It’s disgusting compared to the crisp, Norwegian air. Your nose scrunches.

“Fuckin’ gross…,” Kendall mutters as he gently pushes past you, his face mirroring yours. After everyone goes their separate ways, you and Roman are left to each other in the backseat of the car taking you back to your apartment.

The rest of the day is lazy. You spend it curled together on the couch.

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snarkii-hedgehog · 11 months

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Just a Little Longer

Pairing: Connor Murphy x reader

Type: one shot

Summary: Y/n didn't realize that calling their boyfriend after a nightmare would save his life.

TW: mentions of death, self harm, and suicidal thoughts

It took me ten minutes to get myself to slow my shaking. I had woken up in a cold sweat, the only bit of my dream I had remembered being Connor's pale face. I reached for the phone, tears still falling down my face, and my hand shaking just enough to not knock my phone out of my hand.

"Con, can you come over?" I whispered into the microphone. I heard him sigh before answering.

"Give me ten minutes," he sounded exhausted, and I almost told him to forget and get some rest, but the click of the hang up button stopped me. Sure enough, ten minutes later Connor Murphy himself was climbing in my window like he had done so many times before.

"What's wrong?" he stuffed his hands in the pocket of his signature black hoodie, stopping only a few feet ahead of me.

"I just," I bit my lip, "I had a bad dream that's all."

"That's all?" he copied me, one of his eyebrows raised.

"You had died and," he tensed visibly, "I just had to see you to prove it wasn't real, I'm sorry for waking you up."

He looked guilty, he sat on the bed next to me and shook his head.

"I wasn't asleep," he confessed, biting his lip he moved to roll up his sleeves, freezing before he could lift them he let his hands drop into his lap.

"Can you stay?" I leaned my head on his shoulder, "just a little longer?"

"Always," he shuffled, laying down under my covers, motioning me to follow suit. I tilted my head, wondering if he was going to take his hoodie off or not. He closed his eyes, knowing my silent question. My eyes watered when I saw them. Little red scars rolling up and down his arm on top of the old white ones.

I knew why he hadn't been sleeping before, and I silently thank whatever god made me call him in time before crawling on top of him. I rested my head on his chest, every part of his body was always warm, except for his hands, which gently rubbed circles in my back as I slowly dozed off again.

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thatwriterchaotic · 1 year

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Noisy Neighbors Chapter 4

Summary: It had been two weeks since you last saw Murphy at his apartment, your job was going well and you two have been calling back and forth. It was Saturday finally, the night you planned to share drinks at McGintys to celebrate.

Pairing: Murphy MacManus x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: [18+], slow burn, complicated feelings, miscommunication, fluff, little bit of angst because why not. drinking, cursing, mentions of drug use, smoking.

Your POV:

It was Saturday, the weekend. The one thing you where looking forward to all week. You where excited about your job. Happy that you found something that paid well. But a certain MacManus brother was keeping your attention. You and Murphy had been calling back and forth. Talking about anything and everything.

Hearing your phone ring made you so excited. Hoping each time it was Murphy on the other side. It was just easy to talk to Murphy, and you both bonded over similar interest. Happy that you where getting closer as friends. You both had agreed to meet at McGintys tonight for drinks. You had been spending all afternoon trying to find something to wear. You were so nervous about this. But it was just drinks with Murphy!? You shouldn't be this nervous.

Finally deciding on a nice pair of jeans and tank top. You threw on your jacket and grabbed your purse. Hearing your phone buzz near by, you looked around and found it laying on your bed. You grabbed it and answered. “Hello?” You said with a small smile on your face.

“Hey there las, miss me yet?” You herd Murphy's voice through the phone. Making your heart flutter, feeling your nerves just wash away. Something about him just made you feel calm and relaxed. “Murphy I just saw you this morning in the hall” You said giggling through the phone. Hearing his chuckle come back, only made your stomach flutter with butterflies. “Meet me in the hall in a few minutes? Got a little surprise for ya” Murphy said to you before ending the call. A surprise? You wondered what it could be.

That's when there was a knock at your door. Slipping on your shoes, you opened it. Seeing Murphy stand there with a beautiful bouquet of flowers in his hands. He looked so cute, the mix of flowers just made his blue eyes pop. “Got you these to celebrate getting hired, hope ya like them love” Murphy said as he handed you the flowers. You took the flowers and walked back into your apartment to put them in water. Murphy followed you. “Oh their beautiful Murphy, but you didn't have to buy me anything” You said as you set them up.

“I wanted too, you deserve them lass” Murphy said as he stood next to you leaning against the counter. You couldn't stop smiling. Murphy was such a sweet guy. He made you laugh. You looked up at him, wanting to kiss his cheek for being so kind to you. You didn't even give it a second though. You leaned up and kissed his cheek softly. Seeing a smile appear on Murphy's face. “Thank you Murphy” You said softly. He offered his arm to you. “Ready to go las?” He smiled down at you. You took it and grabbed your purse. Ready for the night a head. “Let's go” You said as you both walked out of your apartment.

Tonight you thought it would be with Connor and Rocco as well. But they weren't around when you had arrived with Murphy. Maybe they would come by later. You and Murphy got seats at the bar. It was quiet packed. Being the weekend and all. Music blared from the stereo near by. It was quiet nice actually. Seeing everything be so lively. “There's someone I want ya to me, This is Doc. Don't mind his cussin he can't help it” Murphy said with a small smirk. An older gentleman behind the bar greeted you both.

“Aye, shut it boy. Didn't know F-Fuck- you were bringing a lady tonight” He said with the sweetest smile. He kind of reminded you of your grandfather. “Hello it's nice to meet you Doc, I'm (Y/N)” You said with a polite smile. Wanting to be nice towards Doc. Murphy asked Doc for his regular and whatever you would like. Doc nodded his head and already started on it. Helping other customers as well. You and Murphy talked back and forth for a bit. Just about how your days went and your new job.

Then Doc came back placing your drinks on the bar. “On the house! M-Murphy told me all about your new job” Doc said with a smile. You didn't know Murphy talked about you. You thought it was really sweet of him. You looked over a Murphy, noticing a small shade of pink on his cheeks. “Awe thank you Doc! That's really kind of you” You thanked him as you took a sip of your drink. You where happy to finally have nice people in your life. It had been lonely these last few months. When you first moved to Boston.

That's when Connor and Rocco came crashing into the bar. They greeted you both with big smiles. Connor gave you a hug, happy to see you. Rocco pulled up two extra chairs for them to sit next to You and Murphy. “Hey you said you had plans with a girl, I didn't know you meant (Y/N)” Connor said as he patted his brothers back. “Yeah! We came in here just to make fun of ya and get some drinks” Rocco added on as they sat down. Getting drinks from Doc behind the bar. You noticed a annoyed looked on Murphy's face. He shoved his brother a bit making him stumble. “Told ya both to find somewhere else tonight” Murphy said getting irritated with his brother and close friend. You gently touched Murphy's arm with a small smile. “How about we go play darts? They can sit here and get drunk” You suggested wanting to make the situation better for Murphy.

You felt him relax a little under your touch. Grabbing both of your drinks, Murphy turned to follow you. You lead the way walking through a small crowd of people. Eventually getting to the dart board at the side of the room. Murphy set your drinks down at the near by table. “Thanks for that lass, I just wanted to spend time with you to be honest” Murphy said with a small smile. He walked up to the board and pulled out the darts handing some to you. “It's okay Murphy, I wanted it to just be us too. Kinda missed you with everything going on” You said as you took the darts from him. You threw back and forth, not really keeping track. Just enjoying each other's company. “Yeah I know, I like spending time with you” Murphy confessed. You felt your cheeks flush a little as you took sips from your drink. “Really? I mean we don't do much besides talk on the phone Murph” You said with a laugh. Setting your drink down. “So? Hearing your voice is the best thing about my days” Murphy looked at you with after he threw another dart. Stepping closer towards you. “Makes everything else just wash away” Murphy said making you smile.

“Are you always such a flirt with every girl your friends with?” You said teasing Murphy, almost making him spit out his drink. You giggled at his reaction. “Oh shit, here let me help” You said as you grabbed a napkin. Standing infront of Murphy you wiped at the small wet stain on his jacket. Murphy smiled and gently lifted your chin, making you look up at him. “Only if she lives next door and has the prettiest smile I've ever seen” Murphy said softly to you. Your hands rested on his jacket. Holding him close by the edges. You felt like it was just You and Murphy standing in this bar. The sounds around you faded out. A small gap was between you two. Your noses almost touching.

You kept looking down between his lips and those beautiful blue eyes. That's when Murphy leaned in and closed the gap between you. His lips felt so soft against yours. You kissed Murphy back until he quickly pulled away from you. “I'm sorry lass, I really shouldn't have done that” Murphy quickly started apologizing as he let go of you. His cheeks flushed red. You quickly cupped the side of Murphy's cheek wanting him to calm down. “Hey, Murphy it's okay, I wanted you too” You said softly. A smile spread across your face. Murphy looked calmer once you told him it was okay.

“You wanted me to kiss you?” Murphy said with a big smile on his face. You gushed at his dorkiness. Nodding your head as you laughed. Murphy leaned down and kissed your cheek this time instead. “Maybe I should kiss you more than” Murphy suggested as he nuzzled himself into your neck. You loved the attention from Murphy, you really did but you also didn't want to ruin your friendship. Worried you would become a one night stand to him.

“Murphy, look I really like being with you, but I don't want to be someone's one night stand” You said. Making him move away from your neck. Standing infront of you so you where face to face. Like he would ever treat you like that- Murphy wanted to worship the ground you walk on. Not ever wanting to break your heart. “How about I take you on a date? Do this the right way?” Murphy said wanting to make all these negative thoughts go away. You smiled a little and nodded your head. Excited about what's to come with Murphy..

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somedaylazysomeday · 1 year

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SomedayLazySomeday's Masterlist

Hey, friends! Here is the collection of everything I’ve written up to this point. Fics have their own page to keep things neat, and those links are posted under the media to which they belong.

All fics feature a female reader with minimal physical description and no use of ‘Y/N’. All of these works are rated mature or explicit and are not intended for minors. Please take note of the warnings listed on the chapter links for each fic.

Thanks for reading and enjoy!

- Ink

Arcane (2021)

Good Intentions - Silco x fem!reader. - 54.7k words. Reader runs a charitable organization, the Haven, which seeks to help people overcome their Shimmer addiction. Silco soon takes an intense interest in the Haven and the woman who operates it.

Noisy - Viktor x fem!reader. - 7.2k words. Reader is a student at the Piltover Academy and lives in student housing, one floor below Viktor. He’s a bit of an insomniac… and a noisy one at that.

Avengers (2012)

Cold - Loki x fem!reader. - 3k words. Reader is in a casual physical relationship with Loki. When she attends a party at Avengers Tower with someone else, he’s bothered by the idea that she’s ashamed of him. Themes of jealousy and minor monsterfucking.

Beetlejuice

A Deal with a Demon - Beetlejuice x fem!reader. - 13.3k words. Reader is a witch who’s a little down on her luck. She summons a demon for help, but he turns out to be very different from what she expected. Themes of magic, desperation, and monsterfucking.

Black Sails

Captured - Captain Charles Vane x fem!reader. - 9.1k words. Reader disguised herself as a man to cross the ocean, but her ship was captured by pirates who brought her on as a member of their crew. Vane eventually figures out the truth. Dub-con themes in Part One; mind the warnings!

The Boondock Saints

Na Buachaillí - Murphy MacManus x fem!reader, Connor MacManus x fem!reader. - 13k words. Reader is a high school science teacher working temp jobs over Christmas break to help pay for her divorce.

Ex Machina (2015)

Winner Take All - Nathan Bateman x fem!reader. - 11.6k words. Reader knows Nathan from MIT, and they constantly run into each other during trivia night at a local bar. Enemies to friends to lovers vibes.

The Gray Man (2022)

Paranoid - Lloyd Hansen x fem!reader. - 9.7k words. Reader runs into Lloyd and he takes a liking to her. She can’t say the same for him. Dark!fic with themes of non-con. Mind the warnings on this one!

The Hobbit

Dexterity - Thorin Oakenshield x fem!reader. - 14.6k words. Reader sells wool at Erebor’s markets and is familiar with the king, handsome and aloof. But Thorin rapidly warms up when a storm forces her to stay in Erebor overnight…

A Boon - Elvenking Thranduil x fem!reader. - 20.2k words. Reader owns a bar in Lake-Town and is very unimpressed with the Elvenking, even as he slowly works to win her over. Enemies to lovers vibes.

Labyrinth

Dreams - Jareth x fem!reader. - 7.7k words. Reader wished away her college roommate, beat the labyrinth, and resisted the Goblin King. But he isn’t done with her yet… Themes of dark fae, magic, and predator/prey.

Random Jareth Fics - Jareth x fem!reader - 6.8k words. Reader is a teacher who was wished away by a young student. She becomes Jareth’s eyes and ears in the human world, working to keep his legend alive. Over time, she becomes less human, but an occasional need still arises.

Narcos

Informant - Javier Peña x fem!reader. - 2.3k words. Reader has some information about Pablo Escobar and ends up making a different sort of deal. (Similar in tone to Oaths, but I hadn’t quite figured out how to write Javier Peña’s character yet.)

Oaths - Javier Peña x fem!reader. - 11.5k words. Reader is a nurse who treats the Escobar family. She turns information over to the DEA, though she doesn’t care for the agent assigned to her case.

Matter of Perspective - Captain Horacio Carrillo x fem!reader. - 9.6k words. Reader works for the DEA in Columbia and accompanies the Search Bloc to prove one of her theories. Enemies to lovers vibes.

Southern Vampire Mysteries/True Blood

Blood Donor - Eric Northman x fem!reader. - 2.4k words. Reader is a were-animal working for the vampires of a town Eric is visiting. You are sent to feed him.

Star Wars

Target Acquired - Jango Fett x fem!reader. - 9.6k words. Reader is a bounty hunter who often finds herself in direct competition with Jango Fett. They have a deal: whoever catches the bounty sets the terms of their night together.

Pursuit - Boba Fett x fem!reader. - 6.5k words. Reader is a bounty Boba finds, but she must convince him to let her go… even if they both know it’s only temporary.

Star Wars: The Bad Batch

Hunted - Hunter x fem!reader. - 7.3k words. Reader works with the Bad Batch. She has a crush on Hunter that seems one-sided… until a chance encounter with a mysterious substance on a mission. Sex pollen and themes of predator/prey.

Aim - Crosshair x fem!reader. - 9.9k words. Reader works with the Bad Batch and gets stranded with Crosshair after a mission. They won’t make it back to the Havoc Marauder without blowing off some steam. Enemies to lovers vibes in both parts.

Experiment - Tech x fem!reader. - 3.5k words. Tech thinks he can’t be distracted from his work. Reader bets that isn’t true, and she’s willing to prove it.

Stretch - Wrecker x fem!reader. - 13.5k words. Reader and Wrecker are a strong couple, but there are some challenges that come with dating someone so physically large.

Different, But Still Good - TBB!Echo x fem!reader. - 3.4k words. Reader is a sex-positive asexual, unbothered by the ways Echo was changed during his time with the Separatists. They’re both a little surprised when he volunteers to help on an unusually needy day.

Star Wars: The Clone Wars

Bitten - Commander Wolffe x fem!reader. - 13.4k words. Reader has a crush on Broadside, a pilot with the 501st. When it isn’t returned, a helpful stranger encourages her to let Wolffe provide a distraction.

Tied Up in You - Commander Fox x fem!reader. - 9.8k words. Established relationship between Fox and Reader. Sickeningly sweet glimpses at a loving, unlikely relationship.

Misbehaving - Commander Cody x fem!reader. - 9.2k words. Reader is in a relationship with Cody. Their relationship is one of control and boundaries, but they’re both willing and ready to test each other.

Star Wars: Legends

Bodyguard - Alpha-17 x fem!reader. - 9.2k words. Reader is a Senatorial aide, assigned to work for a hated senator who endangers both of their lives with his politics. Fortunately, Alpha is sent to keep them safe.

Gar Cyare Spice Fics - Alpha-17 x fem!reader. - 6.8k words. Assorted spicy chapters of an ongoing fic on my main blog. (Gar Cyare by WanderingInkSplot) Established relationship between Alpha and the fem!reader.

The Boys

Hooked - Billy Butcher x fem!reader. - 8k words. Reader is a tow truck driver sent to tow Butcher's car. He's less than pleased.

The Walking Dead

Arm Candy - Negan x fem!reader. - 18k words. Reader is a Savior and a prospective wife. Negan likes to show her off at meetings, but he is easily the most distracted person in the room.

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sadboi-writer · 1 year

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Hello there :)

I just want to say that I am very new to tumblr and i dont know how this works haha

Can I request a connor murphy x reader where the reader stands up for him in the cafeteria at the first day of school? And that the reader kinda struggles with their mental health and they just comfort each other and stuff? I hope that's okay :)

An Angel In Disguise

Connor Murphy x Reader

Warnings: Cussing, mention of suicide

Summary: When Derek Fulton takes it upon himself to call out the "freak" of the school it's not Evan Hansen or Jared Kleinman who sticks up for Connor. No, it's the newest student at the school Y/N L/N who wrecks Derek's pride and defends the broody boy. Maybe it's because they can clock Connor's problems from a mile away.

A/N: Hello everyone! I'm so sorry for not writing in so long! I got really caught up in the first musical of my senior year. But, I'm on thanksgiving break now so I'll try to get out as many requests as I can!

A sigh fell from their lips.

Too loud. Y/N thought as they pushed through the crowd of students fighting to get to their first hours.

Looking down at their schedule Y/N saw the locker number and combination written on it by the counselor. They found it, but there were already four guys in front of it.

One was blond, he was wearing a blue shirt, and he looked nervous. Another had brown curly hair and boxy glasses, he wore a Galaga t-shirt under a black starry button down. Another looked like a stereotypical jock, letterman jacket, red close cropped hair, and a fuck-boy face. The fourth guy had longer brown hair, it was down to his shoulders, and he was wearing layers of grey and black.

It looked like the jock was giving them some trouble. Y/N rolled their eyes, So fucking cliche, they thought.

Y/N approached their locker, and the jock eyed them warily.

"Just kill yourself, Murphy." He said, seemingly to the longer haired one

Y/N straightened their shoulders, turning to the small group. Before the jock could continue Y/N placed a hand on his chest, pushing him away from the boys.

"Ew. No, sir." Y/N snapped, "Who the fuck do you think you are to say that to someone? How about you do everyone a favor, apologize to him, and then go learn how to be a decent person."

"And who are you?" The guy growled

Y/N smiled, "Y/N L/N. And your worst nightmare if you don't turn around and apologize to the tree that gave you the air to say that."

The jock huffed and walked away. Y/N turned back to the other boys. The proclaimed “Murphy” was staring at the ground.

“So, he’s a complete asshole, huh?” Y/N commented

The boy in blue nodded, “Y-Yeah. Uh, thank you.”

Y/N softened at the nervousness of the boys. The one in the starry button down was looking anywhere but at Y/N. They stepped forward and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder.

“Are you guys okay?” Y/N asked softly

“Uhm, yeah.” said button down boy

“Murphy?” Y/N cooed

He looked up, he was fighting back tears. Y/N could tell, they’d done that so many times. He was trying to not cry in front of his friends.

“I’m fine.” He mumbled

Y/N nodded, “I’ll walk with you to class.”

The other two boys waved and walked away. Y/N took “Murphy”’s hand and walked him out to the front steps. A look of confusion donning his face. Y/N sat and patted the spot next to them.

“Don’t listen to that guy.” Y/N said, “He’s an asshole who wants to make you miserable because he doesn’t want anyone to be happy.”

He shook his head, “I wasn’t gonna-”

“Yes you were,” Y/N gave him a look, “I’ve been there, dude. It gets to be too much, doesn’t it?”

He was silent for a moment.

“Yeah.”

His response was quiet, almost inaudible. Y/N looked over and saw the tears had finally been released.

“It just feels like it would be so much easier. That so many people would be so much happier without me.”

Y/N nodded, they had been there. Had felt that exact thing.

“But they wouldn’t. Your friends? Those boys from the hall? Would be absolutely devastated.” Y/N replied, “Your parents would be crushed. All of your teachers would ask how they could’ve helped you more. Peers? They would think back on every single thing they said to you and regret not talking to you more. It seems easier, but it isn’t.”

He was silent, tears flowing. And Y/N wrapped their arm around his shoulder.

“It’ll pass. You wanna know how I know? Because I’ve been there.” Y/N continued, “There will be highs and lows. Times where all you want to do is go to sleep and not wake up. But, every day that you wake up and cope with all of those emotions. You’re winning a battle. A battle for your future. A future that is so, so bright.”

He sniffled, “Thank you.”

Y/N pulled him against them and let him cry into their shirt. And there they stayed for the rest of first hour. A new friendship blossoming.

#dear evan hansen #dear evan hansen x reader #evan hansen #connor murphy #jared kleinman #connor murphy x reader

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dreaminginpastels · 2 years

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Hi Daniella!, Can I ask for a fem!reader for Conor Murphy, in which the reader has a big family with a couple of brothers and sisters (she is the oldest) and she wants to introduce Connor to them, but my poor Con is very insecure about it ?. If you don't fell like doing it is totally fine, take care ❤

Nela

open your eyes

pairing: connor murphy x fem!reader

summary: connor is finally comfortable to be himself in your relationship when you decide it’s time for him to meet your big family

warnings: slight angst, mentions of mental health struggles, bullying, and insecurity (because it’s Connor)

reader pronouns: she/her (by request)

word count: 1.8k

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Connor Murphy was in love with you. But then again, he’d never really had any other option. You weren’t the type to give up on anyone, and once you’d decided that you would be friends with Connor Murphy, well, the boy didn’t stand a chance.

He’d fallen for you slowly, ever careful with his fragile heart. Had done everything that he could to deter you. He’d put on a tough facade, determined to not fall for those doe eyes of yours, but his walls had started to crumble from the first moment he heard your sweet voice.

It had been your first day of school, a year ago or thereabouts, and he had been grabbing books out of his locker when he’d heard confident steps approaching him. He’d flinched, used to being grabbed and shoved against lockers, or shoved to the ground, books toppling around him. High schoolers were not kind. His nervous system relaxed, however, when he’d seen you looking up at him, shoulders back, with a determined smile on your face. “Hi, I’m new here and-”

“I can tell.”

“Oh! Right, sorry.” You smiled, shaking off his rude interruption. “I’m y/n, it’s my first day and I was wondering if you could tell me where room 416 is?”

He rolled his eyes, painful as it was to treat such adorableness with displeasure. Still, he couldn’t let anyone in. Not when he’d been hurt too many times before. “Look, what I mean is I can tell you’re new here because no one speaks to me unless they’re looking for trouble. But, if it gets you out of my hair, it’s down the hall, to your left, and then your third right. Got it?”

You nodded, smiling up at him as he turned back to his locker. “Thank you…uh…”

He sighed, closing his locker door and turning to you. “It’s Connor.”

“Oh, well thank you Connor, I-”

Your voice had paused as he turned and walked down the hallway in the opposite direction. That hadn’t stopped you though. “I hope you have a great day!”

It would take him months to tell you, but as he walked away from you that day, a small smile spread across his face at your kind words. He told himself not to think anything of it, but figured as he’d probably never see you again, he could allow himself to enjoy that small moment of kindness. It was a rare occurrence for him after all.

Until it wasn’t. A few days later, he was sitting alone in the cafeteria when a lunch tray appeared next to him. Again, he flinched at the sound of it hitting the table, used to being approached by bullies intending to threaten him or tease him about…existing…he figured. But again, he’d been surprised when those increasingly familiar doe eyes looked up at him. “Hi Connor, it’s uh, y/n? We met the other day. I just wanted to say thank you for helping me find my class. It’s nice to have a friend, this school is bigger than I imagined.”

He was flabbergasted. A beautiful girl kept approaching him, and had now decided that they were friends? After a miniscule interaction? He had to be dreaming. These kinds of things didn’t happen to guys like him. And yet there you were, awaiting his response patiently while he sat there like a moron staring blankly back at you. Nice one Connor. He laughed as he thought back to how awkward he’d been.

“People don’t usually sit with me.”

Somehow emboldened by his words, you shuffled closer. He felt his walls begin to crumble. “Well there’s always a first!”

He stared at you before coughing himself into action, he figured he should at least give talking to you a go. “How, uh- How was your first day anyway?”

Your mouth broke into a warm smile. Crumble. “It was alright, a bit lonely, people don’t seem to want to give new people a chance here, but-”

“Oh, they don’t give anyone that isn’t a part of their cliques a chance, don’t take it personally.”

“Thanks Connor,” Those doe eyes met his cautious irises. Crumble. “So how’s your day?”

He grimaced then, not used to people asking him about himself. He took a deep breath and gave his best attempt at a smile. “It’s, uh- okay? I don’t usually have someone to talk to about my day so I’m not really sure what to say.”

You frowned at him, which, against his better judgement, caused a deep laugh to emerge from his chest. Crumble. He couldn’t help it, your concern for him was adorable. Those walls he built to keep himself safe were no match for your kind heart. “Well, here.”

You leaned down and took out a notebook and pen from your bag before writing on the page, ripping it out, and handing it to him. When he took the page from you, his hand trembled as he realised what had happened. He looked up at you with the expression of a child being given their first dose of affection. You smiled, resolute. “Now you have my number, so you can call or text to tell me about your day if you ever want to.”

He couldn’t get the smile off his face for the rest of the day, palming the page in the pocket of his hoodie whenever he needed a reminder that someone as wonderful as you actually seemed to care about him. Little did he know how your heart had soared when, an hour after school, your phone buzzed with his first message:

Hi y/n, this is Connor. Thanks for being my friend. You’re a cool person.

Followed immediately by another after as he realised that his message was a bit cold.

You’d giggled the whole way home.

A year later, and you had happily been dating for eight months. It had been tough, what with Connor’s seemingly endless self-doubts and insecurities, but you were going strong. Connor had made you more considerate and thoughtful, taking extra care to stop and pay attention to the world around you, and you had made him open up, showed him that it was okay to let the world in and that not everyone was out to hurt him.

Connor was finally comfortable being himself, secure in the relationship, when you decided that it was time for your worlds to combine. Your mother had been insisting for months that she wanted to have your boyfriend over for dinner, and having seen Connor so happy lately, you figured now was as good a time as any.

You imagined it going so smoothly, with Connor melting into your arms and being so excited to meet the people that loved you as much as he did. What happened instead was that Connor stared at you wide-eyed for a moment, then stood up, mumbled something about being late for class, and left the cafeteria. Despite it being the middle of the lunch break.

Anyone else would’ve been worried but you knew Connor. He just needed a bit of time to think about things and then he would come find you and talk about it. Sure enough, he approached your locker right after the school bell rang to finish the day.

He looked at you nervously, arms folding in on themselves. “Can, uh, we talk?”

You nodded. “Of course we can, love.”

You walked to a nearby park where you often spent time, the two of you sitting down on a park bench. A group of young kids were kicking a soccer ball around between them, while others sat on swings. You looked at Connor whose gaze was locked on the group kicking the ball around in a desperate bid to avoid your eyes. “Sweetheart, what’s going on in that mind? Please let me in.”

He sighed, studying the gravel below you with his head in his hands. “I don’t think it’s a good idea for me to meet your family.”

Your eyebrows furrowed in concern. “And why is that?”

Running his hands through his hair, he finally looked up at you. “I’m not a..people person…like you. I mean, you remember what I was like before we were dating, I’m not good at looking at people, let alone talking to them, let alone trying to impress your family who…”

His eyes widened. “-your large family, who I’m just never going to be enough for. Your parents are already going to stress me out and you can at least hold an adult conversation with them. How am I supposed to make a good impression on your siblings? They’re kids! I’m horrible with kids.”

Just as Connor was returning to his head-in-hands-moping position, a ball landed at his feet. “Hey, pass us the ball!”

Connor slowly stood up, gently dribbling the ball between his feet before jogging over to the group and passing it to the boy that had called out. “Dude, that was some super quick footing before, do you play professionally or something?”

You watched the young boy blush, rubbing a hand behind his neck bashfully. “Haha, no!”

Connor leaned down, “You sure? With moves like that I wouldn’t be surprised if you make the big leagues with some patience and practice!”

The kid squinted up at your boyfriend, smiling excitedly, and your heart melted at the sight. Connor reached over and ruffled the boy’s hair before heading back over to you. He turned around to the boy, pointing a finger at him and calling out, “Gotta put in the hard work, alright?”

The kid nodded as Connor sat back next to you. You noted how his body language had shifted: he was more open, happier, content. At least until he remembered the conversation he had left. He sighed, “I just…they’re going to hate me.”

“Connor, hey,” You reached out an arm, noting the way he flinched before easing into your touch. It broke your heart how much pain he held inside him, despite how far he’d come. How far you both had. “They’re going to love you. You have so much heart, my love. You try so hard to be loving and kind despite all that you’re going through. How could they not love you?”

He lingered in your gaze before looking back out to the park, letting out a deep exhale. You took the opportunity to continue. “I mean, look at how you just made that little boy’s day. He’s not going to forget the guy that went up to him in the park and believed in him and his dreams. If you can do that, you can sure as hell hold a conversation with my siblings.”

He looked up at you, a glint of hope in his eye and a small smile appearing on his face. “You think?”

You smiled, “Absolutely. And besides, do you really think I’d ever let you get hurt by someone, even slightly? If my family says anything that upsets you, I’ll be right there. And I’ll give them a piece of my mind.”

He laughed and wrapped his arms around you, angling down to kiss the top of your hair. “How did I ever get lucky enough to find you?”

You smiled into his embrace, “You opened your eyes.”

a/n: hi lovely Nela! thank you for being so patient waiting for me to tackle one of your wonderful requests. I figured since you’re a bit nervous about your upcoming adventure that I would surprise you with a story to cheer you up! I hope that this is everything that you wanted it to be. thank you for always being such a wonderful friend 💜

p.s. I listened to the writing playlist you made me while writing this and I absolutely adore it 🥰

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graziellathedancingqueen · 1 year

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connor murphy x reader part 2

requested by @fictionalincorrectquotes

summary: reader stands up for Connor in the cafeteria and defends him when the teacher is getting mad because of his phone in class.

word count: 1110 (part 1 and 2)

warnings: reader has anxiety?

pairing: Connor Murphy x reader

a/n: i hope you like it because i definitely like it!! If I made any mistakes please tell me <33

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Oddly enough Connor showed up to the next lesson as well. And it was maths. Not one of his favorites. But honestly y/n didn't like maths either.

Yet there they were both sitting in math class next to each other doing the exercises they were given. Well one of them was doing the exercises. The other one was on his phone. It went unnoticed until the teacher walked around the classroom and saw him.

"Connor... we talked about phones in class."

"Yes, mrs G... I know but-"

"No but's. We talked about this."

"It's really-"

"It can't be that important"

"No seriously it's-"

"I asked him to search something on the internet for me. About maths. I didn't really understand what we're supposed to do. My phone broke down. I'm really sorry I will ask the next time. Thank you Connor, I think I understand now. That was really kind. I really thought I'd have to sit here for the rest of the hour and stare at that worksheet. Again... I'm really sorry Mrs G. It won't happen again." y/n decides to say something, earning surprised looks from everyone else in the room.

"Is that true?" Mrs G asks Connor who just quietly nods. "Well then that's a very nice thing of you to do" she says before she keeps walking around the room.

As y/n keeps doing the exercises in front of them Connor quickly passes a note with a simple "thank you :) you didn't have to do that." on it. "I did. Do you have someone to do the history presentation with?" y/n writes back. "History presentation??" is all y/n gets. "yk the one we got the thing for yesterday. we have to hold the presentation tomorrow. about our favorite book." they write back "i totally forgot that... we can do it together? you get anxious a lot. i can tell. me too. great team." He writes down and passes the note back to y/n as the bell rings and everyone starts packing their things.

"I'd love that. How did you know?" Y/n asks

"Hm? Know what?" Connor answers as short as possible while packing up.

"That I get anxious"

"Well you do the same things I do when I'm anxious."

"Oh."

"You know what? I'll write down my address. 4p.m. okay? Oh and my parents will think we're dating. But they'll love you. They love everyone that comes over. Believe me there's been no one for ages."

"Thanks. Yeah 4p.m. sounds great..." y/n says taking the piece of paper as Connor is leaving already.

What just happened?

School is finally over and y/n is on the way home as Zoe Murphy jogs up next to her. "Hey you. Heard you're coming over later! That's interesting news. Usually we don't have people over" she says and y/n isn't sure what to think of that. "Yeah it's for this history presentation about our favorite book... we decided to do it together." y/n says and smiles at the girl walking next to her. "See you later then?" Zoe asks before walking to the left where y/n has to go right. "Yeah I'll see you later"

#connor murphy x reader #connor murphy #dear evan hansen #dear evan hansen x reader #mike faist #mike faist x reader

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creativepawsworld · 1 year

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The Christmas Bauble

Pairing = Cillian Murphy x Reader

Summary = Y/N has been dating Cillian for a year and is celebrating Christmas for the first time with him and his sons.

Warnings = Extreme fluff

Word Count = 1645

Cillian had arrived home yesterday evening after a long 6-month period of filming season 4 of the Peaky Blinders. To say he was exhausted both mentally and physically would be an understatement.

Playing the role of Thomas Shelby took its toll on Cillian so he needed a few days, sometimes a week or two to completely distance himself from the cold, egotistical narcissist that is the main character of the hit show Peaky Blinders.

Today however was December 13th, the twelfth day before Christmas and the time of year Cillian always put up his Christmas tree. His two sons from his previous marriage grew up with the tradition and had arrived this morning to see it through.

“Do you think dad will be back to help with the tree?” His youngest son Cian had asked. Smiling softly at him, you brushed his brown hair, unsure of the answer but not wanting to break the young boys heart you opted for a cheery answer.

“Of course, he will, it’s his favourite time of year” You tell him placing an arm around his shoulders. “He would never miss this time with you”

You had been dating Cillian almost 12 months now having met at a New Year's Eve party last year thrown by his best friend Dermott. When first introduce to his sons, they didn’t like you. They wanted their mum and dad together. It was a reaction you expected being a child of divorce yourself.

It had taken you years to get over the idea that your parents would never be together again, and you fear the same for his sons. But they were much more mature, after a sit down with both their parents they welcomed me with opened arms into their family.

“He is different when he comes back from Manchester, grumpier” Connor the eldest huffed, arms folded across his chest. He was becoming more and more like his father every day. “He was supposed to be back days ago to destress and be ready for today.”

“Your dad is ready for today, he is just taking a few more hours to be really ready. I promise he will be here with the tree.” You assure both boys with a hearty smile while walking over to one of the boxes you had taken from the attic and pulling out a large Santa decoration.

“Come on, we can decorate the room and then we will get your dad for the tree what do you think?” You ask holding out the large Santa towards Connor who pursed his lips together to hide a smile.

Nodding, he stood to his feet taking the Santa from your hands and placing it next to the fireplace. Cian running forward to empty the rest of the box out onto the floor. The two boys happily placing the decorations where they belonged, correcting you when you had placed one wrong.

“All finished can we call dad now. Tell him to come home?” Cian asked raising his eyebrows, trying his best to give me the biggest puppy dog eyes I had ever seen.

“No need, dad’s right here” Cillian’s voice sounded from behind us. He was just in time. “And he’s got the tree” He chuckled pulling a fresh green pine tree in from the hall and into the living room. He really was a doting dad when it came to his boys. Watching him interact with them had me falling deeper and deeper in love with him every day.

“YESS” The boys cheered running over to help their father, fine pine needles falling all over the floor as the three boys dragged the tree to the corner.

“Alright, alright stand back” Cillian laughed taking a blade from his back jean pocket and cutting the red rope holding the tree together. Once each line was cut the tree fell out, taking up the entire space, Cillian barely managing to get out of its way when it popped out.

“Oh Cillian, it’s perfect” you grinned rushing towards him, resting your hands on his upper arm as you both admire the tree for all its beauty. Feeling his eyes on you, you turn with a smile his beautiful blue eyes looking down into yours.

This was your first official Christmas together.

“Dad, come on the lights” Cian whined pulling on his father’s hand breaking his eye contact with you. Laughing you tell the boys you were going to make some hot chocolate while they fought with the small fairy lights on the tree.

Walking into the kitchen you noticed the family dog, Scout sleeping in her basket. “Avoiding the chaos in the living room?" You asked the black dog, bending down to pat her head and scratch behind her ear.

Choosing to ignore the banging noises coming from the living room. Everything seemed to be in hand considering the boys were laughing and cheering at something that had been said.

“Y/N can you come here a minute” You heard Cillian shout, you didn’t even have time to boil the kettle for the hot chocolates before being needed. Shaking your head with a laugh, you patted the dog one last time, standing to you feet and walking into the living room.

“What’s going on?” You ask looking between all three boys, each one looking less suspicious and more nervous as your eyes landed on Cillian. You couldn’t help but think that they had broken something and didn’t want you to find out so you decided to play along. They would come clean eventually.

“Nothing we just wanted you to help us decorate the tree” Connor grinned widely pointing of at the large box of red and gold baubles they had put next to the tree. “The hot chocolate can wait. We don’t need it yet.”

“Are you sure? Your dad tells me you love drinking it while you decorate the tree?” I asked a grin growing on my face when Cian handed me a red bauble.

“Yeah, I’m sure, come on” Connor nodded taking a gold bauble for himself. Looking back at Cillian who simply shrugged at his sons' words, chuckling as he took a bauble for himself, placing it near the top of the tree where it was more difficult for us to reach.

With the four of you working together we managed to get every bauble, every candy cane and nutcracker onto the tree in record time. The Christmas music played softly in the background as we danced around one another, placing each ornament on an awaiting branch.

The boy stood back first admiring their work, fixing one last branch you walked to stand next to them. Connor had placed his arm as best he could around your waist while Cian came and hugged at your legs. They were definitely acting weird you thought but didn’t want to ruin the moment.

“You forgot one Y/N” Connor grinned walking away from you, grabbing a brown paper bag and holding up a bauble you hadn’t seen before. He was holding it up by its white satin loop, perfect for hanging on the tree. The bauble itself was clear with a white feather resting on the bottom. Hanging from the top inside were two little wooden hearts, engraved with writing.

Cian moved to stand next to his brother, a wide smile on his face. He stood hands behind his back, rocking back and forth on his heels, Connor looked between the bauble and you before occasionally glancing behind you to his father.

Slowly taking the new ornament from Connor’s hand, a weird feeling taking over you as you took the glass, clearly handmade bauble into your hand. Bringing it closer to you face your jaw dropped, tears forming in your hands as you read the words delicately painted on the front.

‘You will always have a piece of my heart Y/N’ One heart read already making you emotional.

‘Will you do me the honour of becoming Mrs Murphy?’ The second heart read.

Turning around to face Cillian, he was now down on one knee a nervous but bright smile on his face as he held out a navy-blue box with white padding. Inside, just catching the light was the most beautiful ring you had ever seen. On the cushion sat a white gold ring with a diamond rose solitaire in the middle and smaller diamonds woven into a Celtic art design either side working its way down the ring.

The tears began to fall from your eyes, your hand came up to cover your shocked mouth. Aware that all three were waiting on your answer, you started nodding your head afraid your voice wouldn’t work.

“Yeah?” Cillian asked nervously, an unsure look on his face as he started getting up. “I know it’s only been a year, but it’s been an amazing year. I love you so much, you are so good with the boys I couldn’t wait any longer”

“Yes Cillian, of course I will marry you.” You answered almost dropping the glass ornament to wrap your arms around his neck once he stopped talking.

“So, does that mean we have a new mum now? Do we call you mum?” Cian asked a confused expression on his face.

“Oh honey, you don’t have to no.” You smile down at him still unable to detangle yourself from Cillian. “Nothing is going to change; except I will have a different name. I’m can still be Y/N to you”

“Come on Cian, let’s let Scout out to pee” Connor nodded to his younger brother. Once the two boys left the room, Cillian leans forward capturing you lips in his for a short, sweet but passionate kiss.

“I love you Cill” You grin against his lips, the overwhelming feeling of giddiness running through your veins as you stare into one another’s eyes.

“I love you Mrs Murphy"

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Without a goodbye

Murphy MacManus x female Reader fanfiction

From meeting Murphy one night at the pub, to him disappearing for eight years without a goodbye...to him coming back. (This was a request but I realized I didn’t really write it as requested...sorry.)

You still remember the day you met him as if years hadn’t passed.

You were with some friends in one of the Irish pubs of Boston, McGinty’s, chatting and having some drinks, when your eyes landed on a group of three men, but you instantly seemed to focus on just one of them, sitting on a stool near the bar.

Murphy MacManus.

He was probably one of the most attractive men you had ever seen, one of those you think wouldn't exist in the real world. Pretty blue eyes, bright with mischief as he seemed to joke and banter with the other men, a charming, cocky smirk tugging at his lips. Nice, sharp cheekbones, and short, dark hair spiking here and there almost as if he’d just rolled out of bed.

Damn…

There was another guy, who you’d later find was Connor, Murphy’s twin, sitting down on another stool next to Murphy, looking incredibly handsome too, and you couldn’t help but notice how they seemed to move somehow in sync. There was a third man standing in front of them, with wild long hair, Rocco, the brother’s best friend, whom you met later and never really liked, and both brothers seemed to be laughing at whatever he was saying, joking with him or maybe teasing him.

You tried not to stare at that handsome stranger, force yourself to look away, but your eyes stubbornly went back to look at Murphy not even half a second later, and you called yourself an idiot when you found yourself thinking that even his nose was cute…what a silly thought.

Suddenly, those blue eyes found yours. You tried to look away, embarrassed that he might think you were staring at him, even if you had, indeed, been staring at him, but you couldn’t avert your gaze, and for a moment, you both looked at each other.

You weren’t sure who looked away first.

All through the night, though, your eyes kept meeting, as you both seemed unable to stop looking at each other from time to time, but it wasn’t until a couple of hours later, or so, that you actually met him.

“Hey.”

You were at the counter ordering another drink when you heard a voice calling for you, and when you looked at your side, there was the handsome stranger to whom your eyes had wandered all through the night.

He was as attractive as he’d seemed from afar…no, probably more. You blinked at him, surprised that he was talking to you, and you felt a silly, unwelcome wave of nervousness in your stomach.

“Hey,” you forced yourself to greet him too when you realized that you were just staring at him in silence and looking like a half-panicked horse…you hadn’t dreamed that this guy would approach you…

“I’m Murphy,” he introduced himself with a smile so pretty that it made him look even more handsome, and your stomach did something weird again.

It wasn’t the cocky, mischievous smirk that you had spied on him sometimes before, when he seemed to be joking with his friends, though. This was another kind of smile, and you wondered if he too looked a bit nervous and shy, or if you were imagining it.

“I’m Y/N,” you introduced yourself, trying to smile…you wanted to look nice and friendly, but those damn things twirling in your stomach weren’t making it easy.

“Nice to meet ye…I hadn’t seen ye here before,” Murphy told you.

“No, it’s the first time I come, actually…my friend Aine, his brother comes here often and he told her this was a nice place, so we decided to come this night,” you explained shyly, nodding first towards your friend, then to her brother and his group of friends.

“He’s right, this is the best pub in Boston, love,” Murphy said, his pretty smile growing, brightening his face, making him look even more handsome, which combined with him calling you love…yes, the silly butterflies were twirling like crazy in your stomach, even if you tried to stop it and get yourself together.

“You, uh…” You cleared your throat. “So you come here often, then?”

“Almost every night, aye.” Murphy nodded. “Me and my brother Connor live in the building in front of this, we got lucky!” He said as he nodded towards the guy who had been sitting down on the stool next to him.

So that was his brother…you remembered thinking that they moved oddly in sync, and they even dressed in a similar style too.

“I guess that’s convenient,” you chuckled shyly.

“It is!” Murphy nodded. “So, uh…” His eyes darted towards where his brother was sitting down, looking at you both, and then back to you, and you wondered again if Murphy looked shy too or you were just imagining it. “Ye like the pub? I mean…aye, ye gotta like it, it’s the best.”

“Yes, I do like it, it’s really nice.” You nodded, you didn’t think it was the best, but you wanted to be nice.

“Aye, so…ye think ye’ll be back, then?” He asked you and you nodded even if you hadn’t talked about it with your friends yet…but if Murphy went there every day then, yes, you might be going more often than you had thought. “Nice!” Murphy’s pretty smile grew again and how in the world was it so beautiful. “So then I guess I’ll see ye around.”

“Yes.” You sure hoped so. “If you come here every day.”

“Aye!”

You both looked at each other, and you wondered if there was any chance that Murphy was feeling as shy as you…you didn’t know what to do, you wanted to say something, you knew you had to, you wanted to keep talking with him, but you didn’t know what to say or what to do…it seemed as if Murphy was about to say something too, but then he didn’t.

Both your drinks were placed in front of you and when Murphy reached for his, you did the same with yours, still not knowing what to do or say.

“I guess, I should, uh…” You said vaguely, gesturing towards your friends.

“Aye…” Murphy nodded towards his brother too, who was still looking at you both.

“It was nice meeting you,” you said, hating how awkward it sounded. “I, uh…I guess I’ll see you around if you come every day.”

“Aye” Murphy nodded before he glanced towards his brother again and you thought he might walk back to him, but then he looked back at you. “We’ll come back tomorrow again.”

“Then maybe we’ll see each other tomorrow.” You smiled, or tried to…you looked forward to seeing this handsome and charming guy again, even if you weren’t doing the best job at talking to him, but it also made you kind of nervous.

Murphy nodded, giving you that pretty smile that made your belly do weird things, and you nodded at him before retreating back to your friends while Murphy walked back to his.

Your friend Aine raised her eyebrows at you, grinning. “What were you talking about with that hot guy?”

“Oh…nothing…” You felt your cheeks heating up. “He was just saying hi…”

“He walked right to you when he saw you, I think he’s interested in you,” Aine said, nudging you.

“Really?” You couldn’t help the twirls in your belly at it. “He said he and his brother come here every day.”

“See, he wants to see you again.” Aine grinned at you. “We’re coming back tomorrow.”

“Okay…” You chuckled, you were nervous about it but also excited…when you glanced towards Murphy, though, your smile died on your lips and your stomach dropped. “Forget it,” you scoffed.

“What, why?” Aine asked, looking towards Murphy too.

“He was just trying to make fun of me or something,” you said, defensive…you shouldn’t have trusted someone that handsome. “Look at him, they’re laughing at me…he was just messing…”

Aine let out a sigh, rolling her eyes. “Why do you always jump to that conclusion?” She asked and you shrugged, defensive. “I’m pretty sure it’s not true…in fact, I think those other two guys are actually laughing at your cute one, not at you…look.”

You did look, not sparing a thought at how little subtle you and Aine were in your staring, but the guys seemed too busy to notice…maybe Aine was right? Connor and Rocco were laughing and saying something to Murphy, who seemed pissed, before he seemed to snap at them, shoving his brother almost off the stool, but by the looks of it, it seemed to only make them laugh more while Murphy sat there, sulking.

“Maybe…” You murmured, unsure…you didn’t want to make a fool out of yourself, but you couldn’t help your hope that maybe Aine was right, and maybe Murphy was really interested.

“We’ll find out tomorrow,” Aine said, winking at you.

* On the next evening, you went with Aine to McGinty’s again. Murphy was there already, sat down in the same stool of the previous night with his brother next to him, although his friend Rocco was missing.

His eyes found you and a smile spread across his beautiful face while he gave you a nod, making butterflies bloom in your belly, and you gave him an awkward, shy wave.

“Come on, go speak with him,” Aine urged you but even though you wanted to, the idea made you nervous.

“And what do I tell him…”

“Anything…it doesn’t matter, just go and say hi.” Aine nudged you but you didn’t move, feeling insecure.

“Wait…let’s…let’s get our drinks first.”

Aine rolled her eyes and let out a sigh but nodded. “Okay.”

You tried to gather your courage to go to speak with Murphy, but by the time you finished your drink, which you drank a bit faster than usual as if it could help, you still hadn’t approached him. His friend Rocco was there too now, and it made you even more nervous about going to try to speak with Murphy.

Like the evening before, you were at the countering ordering another drink, when Murphy approached you.

“Hey, Y/N,” he greeted you with that pretty smile. “Ye came back.”

“Hi, Murphy.” Despite your nerves, his cute smile was contagious. “Yeah, I told you I would.”

“Aye…nice to see ye again, love,” Murphy said and the butterflies in your belly twirled out of control while you nodded, trying to say that it was nice to see him too. “I’ll get ye a drink, what are ye havin’?”

“Oh, you don’t have to…” You began, but he was already talking to the bartender as if he knew him, small wonder when he said he went there every day and even lived in front of the pub. Well, maybe then you could get him a drink later, it’d be a chance to hang out with him more.

Once you both had your drinks, you looked at each other but neither of you said anything, even though Murphy was looking at you intently with those pretty blue eyes, but your brain was still not allowing you to come up with anything. You were scared thinking that he might find you boring and turn around to go back to his friends, when you realized that one of them was actually approaching you both.

“Hey, I’m Rocco,” he introduced himself. “Y/N, right?” He asked and you nodded, guessing that Murphy had told him your name.

“The fuck are ye doin’ here!” Murphy snapped, clearly annoyed.

“Helping you because even from there-” he gestured towards where he had been and you noticed that Murphy’s brother was approaching too as if to help out. “I can see that you’re being as useless as yesterday and it’s making me sad.” He didn’t sound sad, though, but kind of mocking, and you didn’t feel good about it, making your insecurities grow.

“Shut up!” Murphy snapped again, giving Rocco a shove, but he ignored it, looking at you.

“Look, my friend here, he likes you and won’t shut up about you which is getting annoying, and he’s trying to get your number but he’s being clearly useless at it, so I’ll ask you for him,” Rocco said with that joking tone that you didn’t like and Murphy snapped at him to shut up again, pushing him, before his brother got in the middle, while you just stood there, awkward and confused.

“I told ye not to!” Connor said to Rocco before looking at Murphy. “But…aye, brother, it was lookin’ like ye needed help,” he said before Murphy shoved him against Rocco.

You didn’t know what to think, but you were feeling very uncomfortable and nervous, unsure of what was going on, and so you turned to leave, but Murphy noticed, despite being arguing with his friend and his brother.

“Hey, love, no, wait,” he said, reaching to hold your wrist and stop you, his warm touch sending a tingling through all your body. “I’m sorry that they’re idiots.”

Murphy was looking upset and you didn’t know what to think…and the feeling of his hand on your arm was a bit distracting. You glanced at his friends, Connor seemed contrite but Rocco was still smiling.

“I…just…I don’t want to be a joke…” You said quietly, you couldn’t help yourself, even if you felt stupid and embarrassed.

“What…why you say that, it’s nothing like that,” Murphy told you before looking at Connor and Rocco. “See what ye did, are ye happy?” He snapped.

“We’re sorry…” Connor said looking from his brother to you, but it just made you feel even more embarrassed… you were overreacting but you couldn’t help it… “Look, yer here with friends, aye?” Connor said and you nodded. “What if we all have a drink together?”

You weren’t sure, you still felt very awkward, but you looked at Murphy and…was he giving you puppy eyes? Damn, how could he look even cuter? His hand on your wrist slid down to hold your hand, his thumb stroking your knuckles…it was an oddly intimate touch considering that you both had barely shared a few words, and yet, it made you feel a bit more at ease, somehow.

“Okay…okay.” You finally nodded, making Murphy’s face light with a smile that had butterflies dancing in your belly. “I’ll go ask my friend…”

You went back to Aine, feeling Murphy’s eyes on you the whole time, and you tried to briefly explain to her what had happened and how confused you were, and she agreed to go have a drink with them in a second.

“And to think that a guy who looks like that is even worse at flirting than you…” She commented as she walked, and you shushed her, mortified. “It’s a bit of a pity that I do have a boyfriend…” She said as he eyed Connor as you both walked to them and you snorted.

“You don’t mean that…”

* When you had approached the guys with Aine, you had been wary, unsure of what to expect…but you had a great time.

Murphy had seemed shy and quiet when approaching you, but soon that was gone, and he actually talked so much, that you thought he might never stop…not that you minded, he was charming and funny, making butterflies twirl in your belly when he smiled at you, and you truly enjoyed hearing him and Connor tell stories about their childhood in Ireland and their new life in Boston.

The twins tended to talk over each other, to banter and try to make fun of each other, and it should have been ridiculous, but it was kind of endearing in a way. No matter the snapping and the jokes, though, or that you had just met them, you could see the deep connection between them.

By the end of the night, Murphy and you had not only exchanged numbers but would also go out on a date the next day, even if neither of you had actually called it a date.

And to that one, many others followed…

* Your relationship with Murphy wasn’t perfect.

He was sweet and easygoing, but he could also be a hothead quite often, snapping easily, but after an argument, once he’d cooled down, he usually apologized to you just as easily…sometimes he’d resort to the puppy eyes to have you forgiving him if he’d been an ass or to convince you to agree with him, and damn it but it worked.

Another problem was to get time alone with him, since both he and Connor seemed to be always together, a twin pack of two charming, fun Irish handsome guys, and sure, you were friends with Connor and enjoyed hanging out with him too, but you would have liked to have a bit more of time only with Murphy…there were some moments just for you and him, but it wasn’t often. And certainly, not in that apartment where the brothers lived, if you could even call that place with no doors or walls even for the bathroom an apartment.

All in all, there were more good moments than bad ones in your relationship with Murphy, he always managed to make you feel important and loved, with how sweet and charming he could be, and you never were bored with him around.

Little did you know how things were going to change...

Somehow, the events that started with trying to protect Doc and his pub from a group of mob bullies, ended up turning your cute and childish boyfriend and his brother into cold-blooded, reckless mafia killers, claiming that during a dream, God had given them a sacred mission to rid the world of everything that was evil starting with the mafia.

It was beyond insane…not to mention dangerous, even worse when you learned that Rocco, damn Rocco of all people, was helping them.

But no matter how many times you voiced your concern, how many times you begged, snapped, yelled, cried, they ignored you, angry and upset with you, until Murphy stopped contacting you, and there was no way you could get a hold of them by yourself.

Days were passing and you were going crazy with worry. You were brokenhearted too, but you were too scared to properly feel the heartbreak at how you seemed to have lost Murphy.

It was another day of worry, anxiety, and sadness, when you got a call from Aine telling you to turn on the news on tv, and as you did so, your heart seemed to leap to your throat.

Murphy and Connor, along with an older man, seemed to have taken over a courtroom in which one of those big mob bosses they wanted to hunt was being judged. They were aiming their guns around, saying something that you couldn’t make, and then they were shooting the man dead, before the news stopped broadcasting.

You gasped, your heart beating so fast you thought you were going to faint. They had killed that man there, in cold blood…and you might not argue that he, indeed, deserved it, but what was going to happen now? Sure the twins were about to get arrested and judged for all the murders…

You knew there was no way of contacting them and so instead you watched the news, hoping they would cover whatever was happening, hoping that Murphy would contact you somehow, yet knowing he wouldn’t…

Soon things turned out messy for you too, when the police found pretty quickly that you had been dating Murphy MacManus and you were relentlessly questioned, but you thought that it was almost worse when the press found out and tried talking to you, which you avoided as best as you could.

You still didn’t know where the hell were the brothers or what had happened to them. The police seemed to think they were on the run, hiding, and it made sense, but…what if the mafia had gotten to them? They could very well be dead…

Your fear just increased when you found out Rocco, who’d gone missing before the MacManus, had been tortured and killed by the mafia…that could very well had happened to the MacManus too…

Because otherwise, why was Murphy not contacting you? Maybe he couldn’t…maybe it was not safe…maybe he didn’t care, it wasn’t like you two had been talking much since he started hunting mafia, and every time you two spoke, it ended in arguments about it.

But still…a heads-up on what he was going to do would have been nice…and a call to tell you that he was okay…

So you were afraid, you were worried…but you were sad and bitter too, brokenhearted, you couldn’t help it.

It was a few days later, that you got a phone call.

“Hello?” You answered the phone, wary that it might be the police or the press.

“Hey…” That voice…his voice.

“Murphy…are you safe?!”

“Aye…aye, we’re fine.” Fine? Fine after everything that had happened? Fine when you were feeling broken? Your bitterness began to step over your worry.

“Fine?! What the hell is going on?!”

“We, uh…I bet ye saw the news, aye?” He answered…was he joking, when you felt like your heart was breaking with worry and sorrow?”

“Yes I saw you and your brother murdering a man on his knees,” you hissed.

“He got it comin’!” Murphy snapped. “Ye knew who he was, right? He deserved worse!”

“So you had to do it in front of all those people?! On live television?!”

“Aye, we didn’t get another chance, and it sent the message, that was important.”

“Important enough to show yours and your brother’s face as the killers wanted both from the police and the mafia.”

“Aye…we can’t show our face again, for a long while at least,” Murphy said…so, you were not seeing him anymore?

“Why you didn’t tell me anything?”

“There wasn’t time, we got lot’s to plan for, and ye know how Connor gets ‘bout plannin’...” Murphy huffed. “And we didn’t wanna involve ye, gettin’ ye in the eye of the mafia and the police.”

You pinched the bridge of your nose. “Don’t you think it was a bit late for that? They found out already that I was involved with you, it was not that hard! Hell, it took a couple of days for the local tabloid to print a column about ‘the woman who loved the Saints’” You hadn’t yet shown your face anywhere after that.

“Oh, we saw it…Connor found it funny ‘cause they wrote as if ye were with the both of us or some shit,” Murphy said, sounding annoyed, as if it had the right.

“Point is…they know who I am anyway.”

“Aye��but ye don’t know where we are, ye know nothin’ of our plans-”

“Oh, so if I knew, you think I’d just rat you out?” You snapped, hurt.

“I…I didn’t mean that…” Murphy sighed. “Ye, uh…there’s police watchin’ over ye, aye? In case those mafia assholes try somethin’?”

“Uh…yes, how did you know?” Since you had been treated mainly as a suspect, you hadn’t expected it, but after your name hit the tabloids, someone called detective Duffy had told you that you were getting protection in case the mafia might want to use you to get to the Saints.

“I imagined it,” Murphy said after a moment, and you thought he was lying, but he just seemed to be hiding so much, what was another lie.

“Where are you, Murphy?” You asked instead.

“We’re in Ireland.”

“Ireland?!” You knew they were on the run but hadn’t imagined they had gone all the way to Ireland.

“Aye…told ye, we had to go hiddin’...da’ thought Ireland was our best shot and he still got contacts so-”

“Dad? That man on the tv with you both was your dad?!” You were feeling dizzy at so many things happening in a short period of time.

“Oh…aye, aye he is!”

“But…how?” You knew he’d gone missing when the twins were babies.

“It’s a long story but-”

“But you’re not going to tell me,” you snapped, bitter, you couldn’t help yourself.

“I don’t have much time... I thought ye were pissed ‘cause I didn’t tell ye anything’, now I call ye and yer still pissed anyway?” Murphy snapped back, which just upset you more.

“Why you even bothered calling me now?”

“I’m startin’ to wonder it myself,” Murphy huffed and you wouldn’t admit that it hurt.

“Well, don’t let me have you be late for killing the Irish mafia,” you joked bitterly.

“Nah, we’re not doin’ that…for now at least,” Murphy answered.

“So, what’s Connor’s plan, then?”

“It’s not only Connor doin’ the plannin’ always, I help too!” Murphy snapped…you knew it, and you had known it’d make Murphy snap so you’d said it. It was petty but you didn’t care.

“Sure…so what?”

“No killing…da’ got us a cabin, there’s nothin’ around, we got some sheep…”

“Sheep.” This conversation kept getting more and more surreal. “What the hell do you or your brother know about sheep?!”

“We’ll learn!” Murphy snapped, defensive.

“So, that’s the plan, you and your brother hide with your dad and become shepherds?”

“I…aye, I guess…” Murphy sounded unsure and it was not reassuring at all.

“For how long?” There were a million things you wanted to ask, but you settled for that.

“Dunno, but…told ye, it’s gonna be a long while before we can show our face…” Yes…forever, maybe…how long would take people to forget about them, what they had done, their faces?

“Yes…so, that’s it, we’re not seeing each other again.”

“It’s not…didn’t say that, just…aye, not for a while, I guess…dunno yet…things are complicated now…”

“No shit!” You would rather snap than cry, and you were feeling like crying forever.

“Why’re ye always so angry!” Murphy snapped back. “It’s not like we wanted to have to go hiding! But the mission is important! We’re doing God’s work! We’re freeing the world of evil! But yer always mad and acting like we’re wrong”

“I already explained why, you can’t get it, I won’t try again,” you said, sad and bitter. “Come on, go back to your sheep then.”

“Aye…aye, I think I’ll name the meaner one after ye.”

“Whatever, Murphy,” you scoffed. You expected him to snap again, but he just sighed.

“Look, I…I really gotta go.”

“Yes, sure-”

You hadn’t even finished the sentence and he’d already hung the phone.

You couldn’t say you wouldn’t cry because of Murphy, because you were already crying, even if you felt stupid.

* You wanted to act like you didn’t care, like this was it, you and Murphy were done, and there was no point in trying to change it, it was impossible by now…but you couldn’t, and not even 24 hours had passed since you had last talked to him, that you had tried contacting him again, only to find that he had called you from a phone booth and so you couldn’t locate him or find a number to phone him

He didn’t call again. You waited, days passed, and Murphy never phoned again.

Quite out of the blue, though, and rather unexpected, one day you found a postcard in your mailbox. It had no address, and it featured a herd of sheep in which you assumed the Irish countryside. All the sheep seemed peaceful but one, who was snapping at another. Written with a marker next to the sheep was your name. Murphy…Murphy had sent this. You scoffed at it, and you called yourself an idiot when you stick it to your fridge with a magnet.

There were no phone calls from Murphy, but every few months you would get a postcard with no address or anything written but seeming to show different landscapes of Ireland.

As time passed, though, the postcards were getting scarcer, until it was two a year, for Christmas and your birthday. You knew that it was for the best. You had to move on, forget Murphy, but it was easier said than done.

Still, years passed, and you moved on with your life.

Eight years after Murphy left for Ireland, you were reminded of him, not that he had completely left your mind, in an awful way when the news reported a local priest murdered in the same way that the MacManus used to kill their mafia victims.

You were confused, you didn’t know what was going on…but one thing you knew, the brothers hadn’t done it, they would never kill a priest…unless the priest had done something evil in secret? It might be…or maybe he hadn’t, and the brothers had just turned into full murderers, you had known nothing of them in years…but that didn’t sound right to you.

Besides…weren’t they in Ireland? Maybe they were back? You couldn’t believe that after eight years, you’d still be a little hurt thinking that Murphy might be back and he wouldn’t contact you…but why would he?

Still, you didn’t think the murderer of the priest were the MacManus, no matter how it had been framed…they might very well still be in Ireland with their sheep…

Or maybe not, since a few days later, while you were running errands, you saw them on the street…they looked older, a bit different, but you’d recognize them in a second.

You were frozen, staring at them, a whirlwind of different thoughts and emotions stirring in you, and then, the brother’s eyes found you.

They seemed frozen too, but you were getting closer, and you realized that, somehow, you were walking to them. Once you were in front of them, you three just stared at each other, while Connor cast a nervous glance around as if afraid you might draw attention.

“Was it you? The priest?” You had a million things you wanted to say, and nothing at the same time, your brain felt fogged, and that was the first thing that came out of your mouth.

“Ye think we did it?” Connor sounded outraged. No, you didn’t think so, but you just shrugged. “Of course we didn’t! That’s why we had to come back! Gonna find whoever did it and put it on us.” So, they had just come back…had they really been herding sheep for eight years? You couldn’t picture them. “Look, Y/N, sorry, but we gotta rush,” Connor said, looking around again, while Murphy was still staring at you in silence.

“Five minutes,” Murphy finally said to his brother. “I’ll catch up to ye.”

The brothers looked at each other for a brief moment, while you were still feeling rather dumbfounded, before Connor nodded curtly. Murphy gestured towards a nearby alley, and you found yourself following him.

You were following Murphy, unsure of what you wanted to do or to say, or if you should just walk away, you were a mess of shock and confusion, when suddenly, Murphy was turning around and wrapping his arms around you to hug you.

“I missed ye, love…”

The hug felt warm and familiar, and you struggled out of it. You wanted to sob and also to yell at him. He couldn’t just ignore you for eight years after the way in which he left, and then hug you as nothing.

As you moved away from his arms, Murphy looked at you like a kicked puppy, but he had no right…you had known nothing of him for eight years besides a postcard here and there, and he had the gall to say that he missed you?

“You missed me? That’s why you disappeared like that, for eight years in which you never called or anything again?” You felt the hurt in your heart as if eight years hadn’t passed. “Don’t you dare to say that.”

Murphy looked down at that, still looking like a kicked puppy but also guilty, and he shrugged. “Last time we talked…it didn’t look like ye wanted me to call ye again.”

You scoffed, shaking your head. “So we argued once and you decided not to talk to me ever again? Nice. I had no way to contact you, Murphy! No address, no phone number, nothing!” All your pent-up anger and heartbreak were back.

“It was’ safe, ye know it,” Murphy said, finally looking at you. “We couldn’t have police or mafia getting a chance to track us…not ‘cause we think you’d rat us,” he said before you could snap. “But we didn’t want to risk it and draggin’ ye into the mess.” Yes, as if you hadn’t been dragged into the mess already, with all the questioning from the police and the press trying to pray into your relationship with the MacManus.

“You could have told me that.” Even if you could have guessed something like that, it’d have been nice to hear. “Even if just once, you could have told me that, told me that we were over, instead of just acting like I didn’t exist anymore when you knew I couldn’t contact you again...but you just disappeared…” You were feeling like crying and you hated it, it made you feel weak and silly.

“I sent ye the postcards…” Murphy said, eyes down again, and you snorted.

“Yeah, well, at least that was a way of knowing you were alive and not arrested or murdered by the mafia,” you commented…you had still cared, no matter what.

Murphy nodded. “Detective Duffy, the one who put ye on protection in case mafia came for ye?” He said and you nodded, it’d been years, but you remembered it too well, it’d been scary. “He’s a friend, he helped us, so I told him to help ye…so I knew ye were safe too…”

“Okay…” You muttered, nodding as you looked down, you were still hurt.

You felt Murphy’s hand taking yours, and part of you wanted to pull away, but you didn’t move. “I’m sorry I dragged ye into this, I didn’t mean to,” he said and you knew it was true but you just shrugged. “And I’m sorry I didn’t talk to ye in all these years but…things were complicated…”

“I get it…” You tried to swallow the lump in your throat. “No, you’re right…everything was a mess, it wouldn't have worked out…” Still, you wished he hadn’t disappeared in the way he did.

Murphy was still looking at you like a sad puppy and you didn’t know what else to do or to say…you didn’t even know what to feel.

“I have to go back to Connor,” Murphy said and you nodded…so, that was it, the last time you saw him. At least this time you knew it was the last time…you wondered if it might bring closure…you just felt awful anyway.

You nodded, letting go of his hand, but he just took yours again, looking at you intently.

“Y/N…I know ye don’t believe me and I know I hurt ye, but I missed ye, and I’m sorry at how things went, I’m sorry I hurt ye, I’m sorry ‘bout this eight years,” he told you, and part of you wanted to believe it while another part didn’t want to…he’d always been so childish but he looked so serious now, like he really meant it… “Right now, it’s what Connor said, we gotta find whoever killed that priest, and I don’t know what’s gonna happen…but if things go well…can I call ye when it’s over? Can I talk to ye again?”

No. You shouldn’t let yourself get dragged into this again… But you just nodded.

“Okay.”

“Really?” Murphy smiled, and how could you have forgotten how damn beautiful he was when he smiled. It was almost unfair. “Okay…okay, give me a few days, I gotta go back to Connor, but when we fix this? I’ll call ye, for real this time.”

You just nodded again and Murphy grinned, before looking around. “Gotta go, we talk soon.” Another nod from you, another smile from him, and then he was rushing away towards where Connor had gone.

You didn’t want to have hope…you knew you shouldn’t…and yet…

* You tried to pay more attention to the news to see if they said something about the MacManus. That’s how a couple of days later, you found out about the shooting and the brothers being detained.

It was bad, but at least they were alive. You tried to content yourself with that…you still worried, though, not knowing what was going to happen to them…and you were surprised at all the support the Saints seemed to be getting, with people even asking for them to be released. Turned out those two had become famous…you just wanted them safe, even if you hadn’t known anything of them for eight years.

A day later, you got a phone call from the prison.

“Hey.” Murphy’s voice, weak and tired, but his voice. “Told ye I’d call ye…things didn’t really go as expected though…”

“I bet.” Why were you feeling like crying? You were silly. “How are you even allowed to call me?”

“One of the guards seems to be a fan,” Murphy said as if nothing. “He’ll delete the number, don’t worry, nobody will know I phoned ye, he made sure there’s no recording either.”

“Okay…are you and Connor alright?”

“Aye…bit battered but we’ll be fine.”

“And are you safe? They said there’s mafia on that prison…”

“Aye, I bet they wanna take our heads,” Murphy said and you didn’t know he could sound so uncaring. “But we’ll be fine.”

“Murphy, that doesn’t sound safe at all.”

“We can take care of ourselves…besides, we’re not gonna be here for long.”

“What?”

“We got some friends, inside and out, they’re gonna get us out of here,” Murphy told you. “Don’t know how or when yet, but we know they’ll help us out.”

“That…doesn’t sound safe either…” They could be caught or anything worse…

“We’ll be fine, love, told ye,” Murphy said again. “We’ll get out of here and we gotta disappear again…but this time I’m not disappearing from your life like I did before, I’ll contact you once we’re out of here.”

You shouldn’t believe it…but you did. You should tell him not to do anything reckless…but you didn’t. You didn’t think he’d have listened anyway.

“Just…just be careful… and if you can’t call me again, I…it’s okay, I get it.” You sighed sadly, but you did get it…things were even a bigger mess now.

“I’ll call ye, I promise…gotta go now, next time we speak, my brother and I will be out of here.”

“Okay…take care…”

* For little more than a month, you knew nothing of the MacManus. There was nothing on the news, thankfully, and you didn’t get more from calls.

Next, one night, your phone rang.

“Hey, love, told ye I’ll call ye.”

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N/A

So...this was not very good. But I hadn’t written in a long time and it got me weeks just to write this since it seems I barely feel like writing, so I’ll take it.

I’m sorry that I couldn’t do justice to the request.

Please, if you enjoyed this, let me know your thoughts in a comment, and as always, reblogs are more than welcome.

As always, excuse my English, it’s not my first language.

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The Unexpected: Connor Murphy x Reader (Part 9)

Masterlist

Word Count: 249

Part 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8

The Hansens arrived promptly at noon and brought along many side dishes such as mac and cheese and mashed potatoes. Heidi and Cynthia were cooking in the kitchen while Larry was making a drink although they were persuading him to help. Evan and Zoe had just sat down on the couch, watching the parade while cuddling. Y/N sat in the recliner with knees up to her chest, she was very self-conscious at the moment. Connor eventually made his way down just enough to peer over the banister, he had been waiting to see her for so long but didn’t want to make a fool of himself. The step squeaked as he put his weight down. Y/N glanced behind her but quickly looked away. An odd amount of courage went through her veins, as she stood up and went to talk to him.

“Connor,”

“Hey stranger,” he playfully punched her arm, instantly regretting it.

“Um, I’ve really missed you.” she looked up at him with sad eyes.

He gave in, sighing, “I’ve missed you too,”

“I really need to talk to you,” she whispered.

“Okay,” waiting for a response.

“Alone,” Y/N glared towards Evan and Zoe.

“Oh,” he didn’t want her to break his heart so he did what he thought was necessary, “Wait- yeah Mom? Oh, you want me to set the table? Okay, sorry Y/N I gotta go.”

She stared at him as he walked away obviously avoiding the conversation. Dinner was at 4 so until then he tried to stick near the parents, which surprised everyone.

During dinner, Y/N tried her best to keep her food down or at least not smell dishes she knew would make her throw up. So far all was going well.

“Connor, I haven’t seen you much, what have you been up to?” chirped Heidi.

“Well,” he slightly looked over at Y/N, “I’ve just been taking my general credits online until I figure out what I wanna do.”

“You need to buckle down and pick a major, son,” Larry stated.

Connor had a disgusted look on his face.

“Ahem,” Cynthia stared them down, “How about you Y/N, how’s college going?”

As food was being passed around she put some mashed potatoes on her plate and handed them to Evan.

“Um, good. My roommates are nice,”

“Has anything exciting happened?”

“Actually, yes,” Connor was worried, “yesterday my friend and I were walking around when a couple of guys yelled at us,” he knew she moved on, “and when we turned around a soccer ball was heading right for us so I pushed her out of the way.”

“Wow,” Cynthia awed.

“But I got hit instead and I went to the hospital so that was exciting,”

“Y/N are you okay? When were you going to tell me about this?” Heidi turned towards her daughter.

“Mom, I’m fine,”

“Jesus Y/N, you’re still such a spaz,” Zoe sputtered out while laughing.

The other teens joined in as well. Larry said something on the other end of the table to which the adults started talking. Zoe tried to whisper something across the table to Evan and Connor and Y/N kept to themselves. Y/N went to get some stuffing but all of the sudden felt like she had to vomit. Before even putting it on her plate she put the serving spoon down.

“Um, what’s in the-” she put her hand over her mouth, “stuffing?”

Connor was worried about her tone, “The usual stuff, and then my grandmother's secret ingredient,”

She muffled her voice, “Is it pickles?”

“You haven’t even tried it yet, how’d you know?” he noticed her face contorting.

“Excuse me,” she tried to get to the bathroom in a calm fashion, but clearly she was sprinting.

About a minute later Connor went to check on her. He leaned against the door and heard her throwing up, then he heard the water and footsteps getting closer. He wanted to help her, but he also didn’t want to seem creepy by waiting outside the bathroom. Quickly he ran back to the table. About thirty seconds later Y/N returned. The rest of the meal was relatively normal except for Connor who kept looking back at Y/N whenever he could.

While cleaning up Connor noticed Y/N sitting on the staircase. Now was his chance.

He stood in front of her, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, like I said during dinner, I’m fine,”

“Not that,” he crouched to her level, “I mean you threw up during dinner and have been acting super weird,”

“I’ve not been acting that weird,”

His eyebrows raised, “Y/N, you haven't been your happy self, I thought it was because of ya know, but I can tell it’s more than that,”

She put her head in her hands. When she looked back up she had tears running down her cheeks. He was taken back, not expecting this.

“I really need to talk to you,” she sniffled.

Connor had never really seen her this torn up about something before. They went outside and sat on the back porch steps. Y/N made sure they were far enough so that no one else would hear.

“Seeing you like this has really made me regret blowing you off earlier,”

“Connor, I don’t know how to tell you this,”

“You can tell me anything,” he put his hand on her shoulder.

“Okay,” she breathed, “let me start by saying you are very special to me and I don’t care if you hate me or whatever but you will always matter to me,”

“I-I don’t hate you, I never would,”

“Well, you might,”

“Y/N, has something happened to you?”

“I’m um,” she looked away then into his eyes, “pregnant,”

Silence fell upon them.

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luwritesomething · 2 years

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Connor Murphy x Reader: Have you ever kissed someone?

Words: 1537

Warnings: Swearing, almost make out, sexual tension but nothing too sexual??

Reader pronouns: she/her

Summary: Y/N has been Connor Murphy's best friend for around two years now. She has watched Connor go through his highs and lows. In their senior year, they both get even closer than ever, and finally, on a movie night, Connor makes a move. Even though it is not the move Y/N expected.

Author's note: I know it's an overused plot and mine's really short but I wanted to do it so badly! Hope you like it <3 And do have in mind this is a Connor that is comfortable around the reader because they have been friends for long, so it's not the all aggressive Connor we are used to. Also, I guess Miguel's existence is just completely erased here? Because in the book you kinda tell that Miguel and Connor hooked up at least one time, and in here we're talking about an unkissed untouched Connor Murphy? And maybe I will do a part 2 if someone actually likes this?? Tell me what you think!

Edited?: No lol ( also have in mind that english is not my first language so there will probably be mistakes )

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"Y/N?"

His question crosses the room, like a bullet through loud wind, hissing. It would have been completely nice and you wouldn't have slightly jumped on your seat if you two weren't watching that stupid movie he had chose. You always get too immersed into movies.

You turn your head in his direction, facing Connor. He has been your best friend since forever, if forever could mean two years. But it was now, in senior year, when you two were starting to get really, really close.

He looks at you out of the corner of his eye, like you are some unknown creature he has just crossed paths with. Like he hadn't even called you.

"Yeah?" Your eyes go back to the TV screen once you have checked he is okay. You had feared he had called you because he was having some random panic attack, or a mental breakdown. It wasn't like it would bother you, you were there for him, for everything he needed. You just wanted to see him happy.

"I have a question for you?" Connor kind of doubts as he speaks. That makes you glance back at him.

You hum slightly, nudging him with your elbow in a joyful move, smiling a bit "What is it?"

Silence. Except for the screams from the boy in the film, getting assassinated by an axe murderer. It's not pretty but you can't keep your eyes from looking, because you are horrified. Oh, you hated Connor for choosing that film, but you still got near his shoulder because of the ridiculously enormous amount of blood coming out of the boy's neck. Connor inevitably tenses at the approaching.

"Have you ever kissed someone?"

It takes some time for you to register that it is Connor's voice, and that he is talking to you. Have you ever kissed someone? Oh.

You look at him, finding his eyes focused on the screen, again like he hadn't talked. But he is waiting for an answer.

Your lips get dry for no reason, so you lick them before even opening your mouth to offer him an answer.

"Yeah," it comes hoarse and a bit rusty, but it comes out. And you were telling the truth. Connor glanced at you "You haven't?"

Now a girl is screaming. God, that axe murderer couldn't get enough, could he? You glance at the TV as a warning, like that would make the movie stop, and then you look back at Connor.

You had always found him attractive, and you had told him sometimes before. There's something about his angled face, the way his curls fall down, how tall he is. How kind he is. He is attractive. Your heart pounds in order to bring you back to reality.

Connor's brow is frowned "Who did you kiss?"

The memory comes into you slowly. Summer camp, last year. The kid was cute. And a redhead. A bit of an asshole. He was a good kisser, though.

"It was at Summer camp last year. Mark? I think I told you about him?" You trail off, shrugging.

"And how was it?"

You open your mouth, then shut it close. You thought you knew how to describe it, but you didn't. It was… weird? In a good way?

"You haven't been kissed?" You ask again, tilting your head.

Connor scoffs and then looks away. You think he is not going to answer, but he does "No"

"Why?" He looks at you like he wants to kill you, and you realize how bad that sounded "No, fuck- I mean, you're good looking. It's just hard to believe you haven't kissed anyone"

"Well, I haven't," he states bitterly.

You catch your lip, nibbling at it as you kept looking at him, while he kept looking at physically everything but you.

"It's nice," you finally let out, shrugging again. He looks at you, paying attention "I mean, I guess. There are no butterflies like in books, you know? But it's nice. Sometimes it gets to sloppy"

"Too sloppy?" Connor inquires, twitching his eyebrows.

At this point, you are able to just stare at him and forget about the noise of the movie. You nod slowly, "Yeah, sloppy"

He hums and, some minutes after, he nods "Get it. Nice but sloppy"

"No, I mean- Sometimes it's sloppy. But it's nice"

"Fine"

Connor looks at you for the last time before focusing again on the movie. You try to do the same, but you can't help but notice how tense his body is. There's something else in his mind, you could feel it. However, you decided not to push it. If it was important, having the trust you two have in each other, it would eventually come up. And you are right, it did come up.

"It's kinda lame, y'know?" He says, suddenly, glancing at you "Being close to eighteen years old and not having kissed anyone. Like, a fucking certificate to my lame high school experience"

You purse your lips. High school hasn't been a great deal for you either "It's not lame, Con. Maybe you should wait for someone you really wanna kiss?"

Connor mutters something you're unable to catch. Then he stares right at your eyes, completely serious. It's almost weird, especially when he can't seem to say the words he has on his mouth.

"What?" you ask.

"You can say no," he warns, high cheeks flushing pink. You don't understand nothing, until he continues ", uhm… Could you, like, kiss me? To just know what to expect when I kiss someone, you know? Not as in a creepy way, just- I don't like you or anything, I just wanna be ready. You know?"

I don't like you or anything. It stings like hell, but you help yourself from grimacing. It shouldn't hurt, anyways, you two are best friends. That's it, that's the whole deal. Your stupid little feelings about Connor fucking Murphy were your problem.

"Are you sure?" You mumble. Connor turns the TV's volume down, which you are thankful for "Do you really want your first kiss to be with… me?"

His cheeks flush pink "Yeah. You're my best friend, I'm comfortable with you. You still can say no-"

"Fine"

Connor blinks a couple of time. He looks like he was completely sure you would reject him. Instead, you try to get comfortable on the couch, suddenly is too small, especially for two people who are planning out a kiss. It's weird.

"How- What should I-?" Connor makes a mess of himself and he let's out a few hardcore curses when he notices.

You just giggle, shaking your head "Just… let go" and then you leaned in.

Your lips against his surprise him. As you had expected, because damnit if you have accidentally thought about those lips for the last months, his lips are somewhat tense, but still remaining soft. Connor's hand rests in your cheek before he makes even a move with his lips, and you tense behind his touch. Then, he kisses back, and you feel that nice feeling you had told him about some minutes before. And you feel horrible because you like it more than what you're supposed to.

You thought you would share a few kisses and then back away. Continue watching the movie. But Connor seemed focused on kissing your lips, every time making it better. He started off shy, clumsy, too tense to let go. Now he's a bit more confident, and he makes your mouth wait some infernal seconds before giving it the reward of his. He's not the best, but you know it's just because he is inexperienced. When your lips part and his tongue threatens to enter your mouth, you abruptly back away, gasping.

"Sorry! I- Fuck, I-" Connor groans and covers his face with his hands, out of shame. You take sharp breaths in, worrying he would hear your heart beat, because your heart really seems determinate to make him hear it "I let go too much"

"It's- It's okay" you shook your head, hurrying to reassure him "I got carried away too. That was actually… good?"

Connor's cheeks are even redder than yours "You don't seem convinced?"

"It was good" you stated then, smiling a bit. You still can't believe you kissed Connor Murphy, and it was just to let him have a first kiss. So romantic you almost scoff when you think about that "At first it was weird but then it got good. I guess you're ready to have a real first kiss"

Connor nods, a bit absently "You think?"

"Yeah- I do"

"Thank you. I guess"

He nods again, and then turns the TV's volume up again. It almost hurts how he returns to watching the movie like nothing had happened, but your remind yourself that kiss meant nothing to him, and that it should mean nothing to you. Connor just wanted to know what it was to be kissed, before he became of age. And you obliged. Then again, your feelings for Connor Murphy, now confused and panicked by those kisses, are your problem and your problem only. And now you have to figure out how to live with knowing how those lips taste.

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