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Roses are Red, Violets are Blue...-Fanfic Advent Calendar 2022 Day 3 - Murphy MacManus

Murphy MacManus x female Reader

Summary: This one-shot is part of @lilythemadqueen Fanfict Advent Calendar event. My prompt was “Roses are red, violets are blue, merry Christmas bitch, I love you.” Reader goes to spend Christmas evening with the MacManus twins. There’s fluff and some smut here.

You rushed out of the taxi and towards the MacManus building, already grinning at the idea of seeing the twins, and also already a bit tipsy.

It was Christmas day and you had spent most of the day with your family, but now, in the evening, you were visiting Murphy and Connor, who loved Christmas but couldn’t afford to travel back home to visit their mother that year, and who’d asked you if you wanted to go to their place to celebrate.

Their place wasn’t the most comfortable, but how could you refuse, with how much fun you always had with the twins, and you also knew that they were feeling down about not being able to visit their mother for Christmas, so you wanted to be there for them on Christmas day.

Knocking on their door, you heard their voices and then they opened the door at the same time, knocking into each other…yes, they were not only fun, they were also rather endearing.

“Roses are red, violets are blue, merry Christmas bitches, I love you,” was the greeting that you offered, which had sounded way more fun and cute in your head than it did when you heard it out aloud, and maybe were you a bit more tipsy than you had thought?

Connor seemed to be of the same opinion, and he snorted. “Look at that, brother, lass’s already drunk! And to think that we were savin’ the good whiskey for when she arrived…”

“Aye!” Murphy nodded, with that pretty smile that you found so charming and those bright eyes that you found so beautiful. “Gettin’ drunk without us, love? That’s rude…”

Before you could say anything in protest, Murphy was already tugging you inside, while Connor headed to the counter to take a bottle of whiskey.

“Wait, wait, presents first, booze later,” you said, taking off your coat and throwing it on a chair, before reaching inside your bag and taking out a box wrapped with green paper.

Both twins looked at the gift with eyes bright as kids…they could be so cute sometimes. Both of them reached at the same time for the box and you pulled it back.

“No fighting, it can break, if you don’t behave I’ll open it myself,” you warned them.

After some snapping and slapping each other's hands, Connor let out an exasperated sigh. “Fine, let my greedy, needy little brother open it,” he grumbled.

“Little brother my ass…” Murphy muttered, too focused on the gif that you were handing him to snap much at his brother.

“Careful…” You reminded him at his eager hands, and so he placed it on the coffee table, unwrapping it with more care than you’d have expected.

Once the paper was off, it revealed a pack set of a bottle of whiskey, the same one that Connor had been reaching for before you asked them to open presents, and two matching glasses for it.

You had been very unsure when choosing what to get for the MacManus, and you were very nervous at it, but they both were grinning as they looked at it, so you hoped they liked it for real.

“Thanks, love!” Murphy told you, reaching to open the box, but Connor slapped his hand with a muttered ‘careful’.

“Aye, lass, real nice, thanks!” Connor said as he opened the box himself, carefully taking out the matching glasses and the bottle of whiskey.

“I’m sorry that it’s a brand that you already have,” you apologized. “But that way I knew that you liked it.”

“Aye, lass, we do, our favorite.” Connor nodded.

“And our best!” Murphy nodded along. “But, love, we need to get ye a glass too, aye? So yer not left out!”

You tried to ignore the warm twirls in your belly at Murphy’s words…it was a foolish feeling. “I can get a glass, but these two are especially for you both MacManus,” you told him. “And finally there are actual glasses in this household!”

“Aye!” Both twins nodded to that.

“Now yours!” Murphy said as he handed you a shapeless, wrapped gift. He looked excited as a kid, it was endearing,

As you tore the paper, you found a soft, white scarf. “It’s so beautiful!” You said as you ran your hands over the material.

“Irish wool, love, we asked our ma’ to send it from Ireland,” Murphy told you.

“Aye! It’s the softest, lass!” Connor agreed.

“I can feel it!” The beautiful fabric felt soft and warm. “Thank you, guys, I love it!”

You leaned to hug both twins at the same time, wrapping an arm around each, their arms wrapping around you too, hugging you even a bit too tight, but you were not going to complain, the MacManus hugs were just the best.

“Now…booze!” Connor cheered, bringing the whiskey bottle and the glass that you usually used, while you carefully took out of the packet their new glasses.

You three talked about this and that while you drank, about your family's Christmas that day, about their Christmas back in Ireland, stuff going on in your lives, and just any random thought or occurrence that came across your mind…one thing for sure, you were never bored with the MacManus. 

Even when they grumbled and complained whenever you kicked them out so you could go to their doorless bathroom, it always ended up being more fun than embarrassing, while in turn, you grumbled and complained every time they didn’t have any qualms about using the bathroom with you right there…you appreciated the familiarity with which they treated you, you truly loved it, but sometimes, just sometimes, in cases like those, it might get a bit too much.

Neither of you minded it much, though, and everything was as fun as always.

You were sat down on the sofa, between both brothers, and what started like Murphy animatedly gesturing around while he spoke, ended up with his arm casually thrown over your shoulders. You wouldn’t complain, though…in fact, the drunker you got, the more you leaned against him, but he was not complaining either.

You tried not to read much into it, though, both brothers were prone to physical affection, which was something that you loved about them, so you knew that Murphy’s gesture didn’t mean that he wanted anything more besides friendship with you…but you would soak in the feeling of his arm around your shoulders, on the pressure and the warmth of his body against yours, for as long as you could.

“Okay, guys…” You sighed after several hours…you were pretty much lying against Murphy’s chest by now, but you were too tired and kind of drunk to feel shy about it. “I can’t keep my eyes open anymore. I should try to get myself a taxi and go home.”

“Nah, lass, it’s late, stay here,” Connor said. “Sleep it off.”

“Aye.” Murphy nodded, and he seemed drowsy too.

“Sleep here om an old sofa and with a bathroom with no door…tempting,” you half-joked.

“Mean.” Murphy nudged your shoulder with his forehead almost catlike…and almost as if he were going to fall asleep on you. “Come on, love, it’s too late and yer too drank, we’ll feel better if ye stay.

“Aye, ye’re not gonna sleep on a sofa, ye take me or my brother’s bed,” Connor told you.

“But…”

“But nothin’, lass,” Connor didn’t let you complain even if you felt bad stealing their beds. “I’ll throw a coin…” He got one from his trousers pocket. “Heads for me, tails for Murph,” Connor said, Murphy just shrugged, and Connor threw the coin. “Tails.” He grinned at his brother. “Lass gets yer bed.”

“Okay, okay…get out of my bed ye two, then,” Murphy gestured dramatically at the sofa.

You didn’t know what made you speak up, if it was the alcohol, if it was being pressed to Murphy’s side for most of the night, your ever-growing crush on him, or just you feeling guilty about taking his bed…whatever it was, you went for it.

“Actually, I, uh…this sofa is not the most comfortable, and it’s your bed, so, I don’t mind sharing it,” you told him before you could think it too much.

“Are ye sure, love?” Murphy frowned at you. “I don’t mind the sofa.”

“I don’t mind us sharing the bed…” You shrugged, trying to appear casual and to not show how flustered the idea of sleeping next to Murphy got you, but also how much you wished for it... “But if you’re not comfortable with it, it’s okay…” You tried not to show your insecurity while thinking that Murphy might not want to sleep near you.

“I don’t mind, love, better sharin’ my bed with ye than sleepin’ alone on this sofa, aye?” Murphy said and you were not sure if he was joking or not, but his words sent twirls to your belly anyway, and his frown had given way to a smile, which was reassuring.

“Aye,” you imitated his accent, to which Murphy playfully pouted at you, and the use to urge to kiss those pouty lips was almost overwhelming, but you were not drunk enough, and he was already moving.

“Let’s get ye somethin’ to sleep in…”

Soon, you were kicking the grumbling twins outside so you could use the bathroom and change from your clothes into the t-shirt and sweatpants that Murphy had given you, calling yourself foolish at the giddy twirls that danced in your belly at the idea of wearing Murphy’s clothes. 

As always, they weren’t shy about using the bathroom or changing clothes with you right here, while you averted your eyes and complained about how much they embarrassed you and how much they seemed to enjoy it.

When Murphy headed to the bed wearing just a t-shirt and his underwear, just like his also shameless brother, you had to tell yourself not to stare and ogle him, and make things weird…it was not easy not to stare, though.

“Which side of the bed do you prefer?” You asked Murphy so you’d look at the bed instead of at him.

“Don’t care.”

“I’ll leave you the one nearer your brother, I know you two always have to be next to each other,” you said, smiling and the indignant huffs that the twins let out.

You crawled under the sheets at the side of the bed closer to the wall, trying not to overthink how you were in Murphy’s bed, but it was difficult with him lying next to you. You were trying to keep your distance, even if the bed was not big and even if you really did not want to, feeling like pressing closer to Murphy, but you didn’t want to make him uncomfortable, to overstep boundaries…and you didn’t want to be a creep.

Still, you allowed yourself to enjoy the closeness to Murphy, and the warmth coming from him, trying to stop the thoughts that wondered how warm and comfortable it’d feel to curl up with him…One thing for sure, this night would feed your daydreams for all days to come.

“Sleep it is,” Connors said from his bed, yawing and looking half-asleep already, and he reached to turn off the light.

“‘night, love,” whispered Murphy, and his low rasp right next to you sent a warm feeling to your belly that you tried to ignore.

“Goodnight,” you whispered back, once again trying to control your thoughts and wishes.

Murphy shuffled on the bed as if trying to get more comfortable, his body and his warmth getting torturously close to you. There was the faintest brush of his leg to yours, but you didn’t have much time to enjoy it, or to be tortured by it, since you were drunk and more than tired too, and soon, you were falling asleep.

*

You woke up a few hours later when the first rays of sun began to softly light the MacManus’s place… Of course, your slowly awakening brain thought, the MacManus wouldn’t have curtains…not surprising, considering they didn’t even have a proper bathroom.

You were feeling very warm and comfortable, and soon you realized that Murphy’s arm was wrapped around you, holding you. He seemed to have moved closer to you while you both slept, curling up to you as you had wished to do, and so his chest was pressed against your back as his arm held you firmly to him, and you could even feel his breathing on your shoulder.

Warm twirls began dancing in your belly, and your heart seemed to be doing a little dance too, even if your rational mind tried to tell you that Murphy didn’t know what he was doing, he’d moved closer and hugged you in his sleep, not consciously…but you couldn’t help how it made you feel.

You basked in that warm feeling, on Murphy’s touch and on the feeling of his body so close to yours. You wistfully wished that you could stay like that for the whole day, and you hoped Murphy would take long to wake up. 

You tried to shift even closer to Murphy, careful not to wake him, and you smiled when his arm held you even tighter at that…if only this were your everyday morning.

Soon, you heard Murphy murmuring something in his sleep, pulling you even closer to him, nuzzling your neck, and you felt as if your heart was going to burst, the butterflies in your belly were going crazy, even if you tried to tell yourself not to be foolish, not to get your hopes high, Murphy was asleep and he didn’t know what he was doing…

You felt the moment in which Murphy woke up completely, because he stopped nuzzling you, instead going rigid against you before moving away in such haste that he almost fell off the bed.

“Shit…fuck, lass, I’m sorry, I…” He stumbled over his words, apologizing.

“It’s okay…” You whispered, feeling shy now that Murphy was awake, but you wanted him to know that you didn’t mind him holding you…actually, you wanted him to know that you enjoyed it very, very much, but you weren’t sure if he may have enjoyed it too or if it was just him moving in his sleep. “I really didn’t mind, it’s okay…” You moved to lay on your back instead of your side, but you were still too shy to face him.

“Aye?” Murphy whispered back and you nodded.

“Yeah…” You made yourself turn to look at him, and even in the dim room, you could see how his cheeks were flushed. He seemed shy and still a bit sleepy, hair all over the place… He was so beautiful, and you could still feel his warmth, his body next to yours…you decided to go for it. 

“In fact, it was, uh…it was a very nice way to wake up…well, and to sleep too…it was…comfy.” Great, wonderful…you almost facepalmed yourself at your choice of words. “I mean…it’s nice, you know…to be held…” You were feeling shyer and shyer, and you decided to just shut up.

Murphy, though, nodded. “Aye…” He murmured. “Aye, it is.”

Slowly, Murphy moved closer again, reaching out his arm but looking at you as if checking that you were okay with it. He wasn’t usually so hesitant and shy when showing physical affection, and it was endearing in a way.

You moved closer too, trying to encourage him, to show him that you wanted to cuddle again, and so Murphy finally wrapped his arm around you. You reached out to hug him too, and when you did that, Murphy pulled you even closer, so you were snuggled against his chest.

You let out a content sigh, losing the fight against the butterflies twirling in your belly, but you were still afraid that you may be getting your hopes too high, and you feared Murphy may be just indulging you.

“Are you comfortable?” You whispered.

“Aye,” Murphy whispered back, softly nuzzling your head again, holding you so close…he really did seem to mean it, he seemed to be enjoying it too…

But still, that didn’t mean anything, that didn’t mean he’d share your feelings…and it kept bothering you.

“Murphy…I, uh…I have to tell you something…” You finally spoke up, even if you feared you’d ruin the moment and you’d never be held like this by Murphy again.

“Hm?” He sounded as if he was falling asleep again, chin on top of your head as he held you so close to him, close enough that you could hide on his chest as you tried to confess your feelings to him.

“I, uh…I like you…really like you, you know, I have feelings for you, I had for a while now, so, uh…yeah…” You got it out before you could regret it and change your mind, but when Murphy didn’t say anything, you began to worry. “Murphy? I’m sorry…if you want me to get out of your bed now, I’ll do it…”

You were not moving away, though, since you were feeling too shy to face Murphy, and your heart was hurting, but then Murphy was holding you tighter anyway, as if he was afraid that you were going to try to leave.

He kept his arm around you but moved back so he could look at you…Usually cheerful, chatterbox Murphy was now serious and silent as he looked at you intently, and you had to look down. Then, though, you felt his hand on your chin, making you look at him again.

Murphy’s hand moved from your chin to your cheek, cupping your face, and then he was leaning in and kissing your lips. You were surprised, but you kissed him back out of instinct, your hand going to his neck while you felt like the butterflies in your belly were making you float.

You lost track of time while Murphy and you kissed, him pulling you even closer, and you didn’t know how much time had passed when you finally broke the kiss, pulling back so you could speak, or try to, since Murphy chased your lips to kiss you again.

“Murphy,” you murmured against his lips. “Wait, wait a second.” You moved away again, though it was hard to resist Murphy’s pouty lips.

“What?” He all but whined, and somehow, it was adorable.

“Does this mean, that, uh…” You might have been making out with Murphy two seconds ago, but now you were shy with words. “That you…you know…”

“That I what, like ye? Ye gotta ask, love?” Murphy chuckled, a cocky smile on his face, and you huffed, rolling your eyes, but you were feeling too elated to be annoyed, a smile on your face, and Murphy kissed you again. “What ye, think, uh?” He said against your lips before pecking them once more. “Of course, I like ye, love.” 

You smiled, letting out a delighted but kind of embarrassing giggle against Murphy’s lips, but you didn’t have time to be ashamed of the sound before Murphy was kissing you again, until you couldn't think or feel anything that wasn’t him.

Eventually, his lips traveled to your neck, and you felt him smile whenever he found a ticklish spot. You didn’t know when he’d place it there, but Murphy’s hand seemed to be on your ass now and he was pushing you even closer, your leg hooking around his hips, and the almost whine that Murphy let out, muffled against your neck, when he ground his hips against you, sent a tingle through all your body, and you rocked back against him.

Some part of your mind, though, remembered where you were…The MacManus’ home, a place with no privacy even to go to the bathroom, with Connor sleeping on his bed just a couple of meters away from Murphy’s.

“Murphy…” You whispered, but it turned into a soft cry when he pushed you so you’d lie completely on your back, rocking his hips against yours again and kissing your lips. “Wait, Murph…” You tried again, muffled against his lips, but you couldn’t really get yourself to stop him.

“What…” He stopped kissing you just enough to ask.

“Your brother’s right there…” You whispered, but Murphy didn’t stop, pinning you against his bed and almost making you forget what you wanted to say “Murphy…He may wake up….”

“Don’t care.” His hips seemed to angle you just right as he said that, his hardness brushing against you in a way that made you wonder why you actually cared that Connor was right there, and you rocked back despite your better judgment, letting out a stifle mewl that had Murphy smiling against your lips.

“Murph…” Whether you were moaning his name or trying to ask him to stop,  you weren’t sure, but your hips betrayed your worrying mind as they kept moving with Murphy’s, encouraging him.

After a deep kiss that took your breath away, Murphy pulled back, looking at you with heavy-lidded eyes in a way that made you feel even more heated. 

His serious face gave way to a smile when you arched against his touch as he slid his hands under the shirt that you were wearing, stroking your bare skin, before sliding his hands down again, hooking his fingers on the waistband of the sweatpants he’d given you.

“He’s going to wake up…” You half-complained, half-warned, glazing at Connor’s sleeping form, but you were lifting your butt off the bed so Murphy could take off your sweatpants anyway.

“And?” Murphy had carelessly scrunched the sweatpants as he slid them down your legs, leaving them somewhere between the sheets, while his lips were already brushing a path of hot kisses across your thigh, and again, you almost forgot why you cared about Connor.

“He’ll notice us…” You murmured, or tried to, while Murphy’s lips made you sigh with every kiss and nibble.

“I don’t care…” His lips sucked a mark on your other thigh and you gasped a bit louder than you’d have wanted to.

“I do…” You whined, but when your hand reached down to Murphy, it was not to stop him but to stroke his hair. “It’ll be mortifying, I…” 

You didn’t get to say whatever you were trying to say, because Murphy chose that moment to bury his face between your thighs, placing a kiss on your clothed heath, his nose brushing your clit over your panties as he did so.

“Shit!” You squealed, half in surprise and louder than you’d wanted to be, so you turned to look at Connor to make sure he was still asleep, fingers tightening on Murphy’s hair so he’d stop but it just seemed to make him moan against your core, which didn’t help your situation. “Murph…” You whined.

Another kiss that made your hips rock back against his head with a stifled whimper, and Murphy pulled back slightly to look at you, fingers playing with the waistband of your panties.

“So ye want me to stop, then?” He asked, and you didn’t know if he was genuine or if he was just enjoying teasing you, but the mischief in his eyes told you that it was the second…you wanted to curse and kick him while at the same time you wanted to shove his face between your legs again.

You glanced at Connor again…it was not that you didn’t care that he may wake up, but you were too worked up to stop Murphy, so you just shook your head, and you almost pushed Murphy’s head against you again, but considering his grin, you had to wonder if he may not have minded it.

Murphy had taken down your pants in less than it took you to blink, leaving them forgotten somewhere between the sheets, and then he was placing open-mouthed kisses on your inner thighs, getting closer and closer to your center, and you tried not to actually whine as you wiggled your hips, chasing his lips.

When he finally kissed you center, tongue sliding over your wetness before his lips encircled your clit, you had to bite the back of your hand to stifle your cry. Your thighs clamped on his head, but judging by his moan, Murphy didn’t seem to mind, though soon he was pushing your thighs onto the bed again.

You tried your best to muffle every moan, gasp, and sound that you couldn’t help but let out as Murphy kept going, almost making you forget that Connor could just wake up and catch you and his brother like that, too lost on how Murphy was making you feel.

When you came, you had to bite your hand again, barely remembering to try to be quiet, and still, you were pretty certain you were a bit too loud, but you couldn’t care, crying out as your back arched on the bed and your fingers tightened even more on Murphy’s hair, while Murphy kept going even then.

He didn’t stop until you loosened your grip on him, panting, trying to catch your breath, glancing at Connor, and even though you were relieved to find him still asleep, you were too blissed out to really care.

Murphy kissed your center once again, making your hips jerk, and then he placed soft kisses over your thighs again. He lifted the t-shirt that you were wearing enough to kiss your belly, and then he slid up your body, looking at you and smiling before kissing your lips.

“Okay?” He asked you quietly when he pulled back.

“Yeah…yeah…better than okay,” you panted, regretting it at his smug smile…he was going to get all arrogant now…

You were sure Murphy was going to make a cocky remark, but he just grinned at you in a way that took your breath away at how beautiful and adorable he looked, before he kissed you deeply.

As you kissed, his hardness kept insistently brushing against your naked, sensitive core, and Murphy kept letting out needy sounds against your lips, pressing even harder against you, until you couldn’t help yourself anymore, throwing all caution through the window.

You pushed at Murphy, and he seemed confused and even worried until he realized what you were trying to do, grinning as he let you push him onto his back with you straddling him. 

This time, it was you who slid your hands under his t-shirt, stroking his hot skin, lifting his t-shirt on your way as you rocked your hips, your heat sliding against his boner. Murphy cursed, closing his eyes as he tilted his head back, and you took advantage of that, leaning to kiss and nibble his neck.

“Fuck, love…” He half-whined, half-cursed, grabbing your waist to make you rock against him again, and you pulled back to look at him, enjoying the look on his face as much as the sounds he was letting out, you were too into it now to remember to tell Murphy to keep it quiet.

Murphy’s hands loosened the grip on your hips, sliding up your torso and to your breast, and so you grabbed your t-shirt to take it off.

“What the fuck…”

You heard Connor’s voice when your head was covered with your shirt as you took it off, and you squealed, letting the t-shirt fall over your body again. 

You looked towards Connor’s bed, finding him blinking at Murphy and you, seeming very sleepy and confused, so you threw yourself off Murphy, covering your body with the sheets and frantically trying to find your pants somewhere between them.

“Connor! Fuck, get back to sleep!” Murphy snapped at his brother while you kept trying to find your underwear.

“But…what…”

“Get the fuck out of here or go back to sleep!” Murphy snapped again and you heard Connor huffing an annoyed okay. 

“Love?” Murphy called for you, you were pretty much buried under the sheets, and you finally found your pants, struggling to put them on. “Love…it’s okay, Connor’s not lookin’, come out of there…” 

Murphy pulled the sheet off your head and you glared at him, embarrassed, finally managing to pull up your underwear, and you searched for your sweatpants, but Murphy stopped you with a hand on your hip, turning to face you.

“I’m sorry but…he’s not lookin’ now, aye?” Murphy told you softly, nodding towards Connor, who had covered himself with the sheets, curling up with his back to Murphy and you. “Just ignore him…”

Murphy tried to kiss you again, pulling you closer, but you didn’t let him. “Are you serious?!” You huffed. “We’re not doing…this in front of your brother!” You weren’t really surprised that Murphy didn’t care about his brother’s presence, though.

“He doesn’t care…” Murphy said as if that solved anything, but before you could complain again, his lips were on yours, his hand on your ass pulling your hips flush with him again, bucking into you, making you let out a small moan despite yourself.

“Murph…” You said against his lips, willing your body to move away from him but kissing him back anyway, and you fleetly wondered what was wrong with you, if kisses were melting your brain somehow. “Murphy, we can’t…”

“Come on, love, please…he’s asleep again…” Murphy whined, begged almost, still holding you close.

You bit your lip as you looked at him and…were you really considering this? You pulled away from him, searching for the sweatpants before Murphy could make you fall into temptation again or before you could let those pouty lips and begging puppy eyes take control over your brain.

“He's right, lass, I don’t care…” Connor’s voice came from his bed, muffled as if he was still covered with the sheets, but it only made you feel more embarrassed…he’d already seen enough.

You dodged Murphy's grabby hands and sat up on the bed to put on the sweatpants, while Murphy kept trying to reach for you, but you swatted his hands away every time he managed to get a hold of you, ignoring his pout and puppy eyes.

You got out of the bed, out of reach from a now sulking Murphy, but you leaned closer to kiss his lips. You weren’t mad and you didn’t regret what had happened between you two, and you didn’t want Murphy maybe thinking so, but when he wrapped his arms around you and tried to pull you into the bed again, you pulled away, breaking free from his hold, pecking his pouty lips once before you turned around.

“I’m going to get some coffee ready,” you announced heading to the kitchen area.

With your back turned to the twins as you fumbled with their coffee pot, you heard what you thought was Murphy throwing his pillow at Connor. “Couldn’t ye wait to wake up and open yer stupid mouth?”

“The fuck did I know…” Connor huffed a complaint, throwing the pillow back at Murphy. “Didn’t expect ye both to actually get at it this mornin’...”

“Shut up you both!” You snapped without turning to look at them, truly mortified. “Please…” You sighed.

“Yeah…sorry, lass…” Connor apologized sheepishly.

You heard the rustle of the sheets and the bedsprings as one of the brothers got up, and soon, arms were sneaking around you as Murphy held you from behind, kissing your shoulder and nuzzling your head, and you couldn’t help your smile.

Murphy made you turn around so you’d be facing him while he held you, and he kept one of his arms around you but lifted his other hand to stroke your cheek softly.

“Love…don’t be mad…” He told you, looking so adorable…your smile grew wider, you weren’t mad, but you wouldn’t have lasted mad anyway if you were, not when Murphy was all sweet and cute like that.

“I’m not,” you assured him. “It’s not that.”

Murphy smiled at that, and you were sure you’d never get used to how beautiful he looked like that. He stroked your cheek again and then leaned in to kiss your lips. It started sweet and soft, but soon he was deepening the kiss, trying to back you against the kitchen counter.

“Murphy, stop.” You broke the kiss, pushing him away with your hands on his chest. “Seriously, not with your brother here…” You chided him again, and he pouted but nodded.

You glanced at Connor…he was getting up from the bed, heading to the toilet without paying you or his brother any mind, as if he really didn’t care that you were right there while he used the toilet, or that his brother was trying to make out with you on the kitchen counter…this two were incorrigible.

You looked at Murphy again, placing your hands on his waist but still keeping him at distance so he wouldn’t get any ideas.

“So…I was thinking…do you think you could manage to stay away from your brother just enough to walk me to my place later today?” You half-joked. “Just you and me?”

Murphy glanced towards his brother, and for a second, you wondered if he may say no, but then he looked at you and nodded, a smile lighting his face in that beautiful way that took your breath, and you couldn’t help but kiss his lips again.

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N/A

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Na Buachaillí - Part One

Murphy MacManus x fem!reader (no use of y/n)

Murphy is a late-night patron in the diner where you work and the two of you (eventually) hit it off.

Rating: Explicit, lemon, etc. Minors, DNI!

Word Count: 6,800

Warnings: modern AU, references to tipsiness/drunkenness, bad flirting, language, references to money problems, oral sex (female receiving), protected piv sex.

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Your coworker Bianca nudged you with her elbow. “Look,” she urged.

You followed the gesture with your eyes, looking through the door of the dish room, past the near-empty dining room, and out through the window. A smile curved your lips at the sight of the fluffy white clumps falling impossibly slowly, illuminated by one of the streetlights in the neighborhood. This wasn’t a nice section of Boston by any means, but a blanket of snow hid the faded paint and cracked sidewalks. And there was something homey about being in a cozy diner as the snow fell outside, knowing it was only a few days until Christmas.

“It’s very pretty,” you agreed.

Bianca - who preferred to be called Bee - snorted. “Don’t you mean he’s very pretty?”

You blinked, only then realizing that Bee had been gesturing at the only party in the diner that night… well, morning. It was a little after one a.m. and the pair of customers were the only ones you had. They had arrived a while before, but you hadn’t taken the time to really look at them.

They were sitting in a booth on the far side of the bar, chatting easily with their elbows hanging over the exposed cooking surface beside them. (The building had clearly started life as a Waffle House, no matter how much the current owner tried to deny it.) The man on the left had wildly curly hair and a short beard, and was wearing a pair of sunglasses. The combination kept you from seeing much of his appearance. 

With that in mind, the man on the right had to be the one Bee was talking about. His dark hair was cut short and his eyes were light, dancing around the diner’s interior as he spoke expressively to his companion. There was a tiny mark above his lip, drawing your attention to his bright smile, made even brighter by the dark stubble surrounding it.

Bee made an expectant sound and you shrugged. “I’d think he was prettier if he wasn’t drunk.”

She scoffed. “Drunk? He looks tipsy at most.”

“Close enough.”

“You think there’s something wrong with everyone,” Bee complained. “C’mon, you need to have some fun every now and then or you’re gonna give yourself a heart attack! Go take his order.”

“You already took their order, Bee,” you reminded her. “They just wanted some coffee and to look at the menu.”

“So?” she asked. “Go see if they’ve decided on something.”

You gestured at the sink in front of you. You were elbow-deep in sudsy water as you worked on the mountain of dishes that accumulated from the late-night rush. It had ended hours before, but you and Bee had both been avoiding them. “I’m a little busy right now. Unless you’d rather I leave the dishes for you?”

She snorted, shaking her head. Thankfully, she left you in peace and went to check on the pair. You couldn’t hear much of their conversation over the sound of the dishes in the sink, but you heard Bee clearly when she returned to the door of the dish room. 

“We missed one,” she told you, nodding toward the cooking area. There was a plate sitting beside the cooktop. You vaguely remembered setting it down there during the rush. Bee gave you an apologetic look. “Do you mind if I step outside for a smoke?”

You wanted to ask her to grab the plate first, or accuse her of trying to get you to interact with the customers, but the desperation in her voice made you agree. She slipped out through the back door to the restaurant as you dried your hands. You retrieved the plate without incident, the two men locked in conversation, but you were stopped on your way back to the dish room. 

“Hey!” one of the men called. It could have been either of them - with your back turned, there was no way of knowing which had spoken. 

You huffed a quiet sigh before you turned around. This shift couldn’t end soon enough. Nevertheless, you walked over to the small booth they were sharing. When you got there, you smiled. “What do you need?”

The one with the longer hair snickered, covering his eyes like your question had been too funny to bear. Your smile veered toward a grimace, but you managed to keep it together long enough to fool the man Bee had been admiring. Apparently, he had been the one who called for you after all.

“Hey, darlin’,” he purred. If it wasn’t for the smell of alcohol hanging around him - even if, according to Bee, he was only tipsy - his voice would have been extremely pleasant with its rolling accent. It managed to be halfway pleasant anyway.

Your smile was so fake it felt almost painful on your face, but you kept it steady. “Yes?”

“Do ye- wait. Are ye Irish?”

That fake smile slipped. “Uh… no. No, I’m not Irish.”

“Do ye wanna be?” he asked, leaning toward you with an inviting grin.

Your smile was gone completely as you tried to work through what he was saying. “Are you trying to adopt me?”

Now, he was frowning, too. With a blearily befuddled look at his friend, he said, “No, I- I meant- What was it?”

His friend had slumped down against the wooden bench seat, shoulders shaking with silent laughter. You shook your head and turned away. “Why don’t I get you some water?”

When you want to retrieve a glass of water, you heard the unmistakable sound of someone being hit. “Th’ fuck didja tell me tae say that fer?”

“‘Do you have any Irish in you’,” the friend told him, laughing aloud. “Then when she says no, you ask her if she wants some.”

“If she- Fuck, Roc! I jus’ wanted tae flirt wit’ a pretty lass, not give her a fuckin’ riddle!”

‘Roc’ was laughing too hard to respond. The Irishman continued berating his friend. “Dis is why Doc kicked us outta the pub tonight.”

“He kicked us out because you kept pokin’ fun at him,” Roc corrected. “I can’t believe your brother missed you makin’ such an asshole outta yourself! Where is he, anyway?” 

“Had tae work late tonight,” the unnamed flirt replied. “Who th’fuck works late dis close tae Christmas?”

You were coming back with his water now, and the silence fell heavy and awkward. The red of your polo shirt felt so bright, you wouldn’t be surprised to find that it had started to glow under the cheap fluorescent lights. You set the water down with a sickly smile. 

Your admirer looked half-sick himself. “Lass, I didn’t-”

“It’s fine,” you brushed off. “Christmas is an expensive time of year, you know?”

Of course, that wasn’t why you were currently working four part-time and temporary jobs, but these two strangers didn’t need to know that.

You retreated to the dish room, finishing the stack and draining the water without any further interruptions. Just as you were starting to wonder where Bee was, she ducked back inside, accompanied by a wash of cold air.

Any snippy comment you may have made was cut short by the look of concern on her face. Her cell phone was pressed to her ear. “I’m so sorry, hon, I’m on the phone with Jalen.”

Jalen was Bee’s son. You didn’t remember exactly how old he was, but he wasn’t a teenager yet. For him to be awake so late at night was concerning.

“Is everything okay?” you asked.

Bee grimaced. “I guess we’ll see. I just need a few more minutes.”

“Take your time,” you urged her. “I’ll cover things in here.”

She offered a stressed smile and let the door close behind her.

You grabbed the pot of coffee from behind the counter and went over to the men once more, filling their mugs. The wannabe flirt took the opportunity to say, “Sorry if I offended ye earlier, lass. I didn’t mean anyt’ing by it.”

“It’s fine,” you agreed by rote. “No harm done.”

“My name’s Murphy,” he offered. “This is Rocco.”

You gave your name in return, though it was prominently displayed on the white plastic nametag pinned to your shirt. 

“Mind if we hang out a while longer?” Rocco asked. “Looks cold as shit out there and I wanna finish soberin’ up before I try to get through that.”

That made sense to you, though walking home drunk through this neighborhood was dangerous for reasons other than weather. “Yeah, stay as long as you need. Hang on, I’ll get you some more water.”

You kept their glasses and mugs filled, and the steady supply of water and strong coffee seemed to drive them toward full alertness. Rocco turned out to be funny and quick-witted, though his friend was no slouch in either area. Murphy’s main trait seemed to be a keen sense of awareness. His light eyes had continued to sharpen as the evening wore on, studying your every move and taking in every expression.

“What’s a smart chick like you doing, workin’ in a place like this?” Rocco asked at one point.

You shrugged. “Everyone needs to make ends meet somehow.”

“Better’n what ye do, Roc,” Murphy fired back. You lifted your eyebrows at him, silently asking exactly what it was that Rocco did, but neither of them answered. Instead, Murphy told you about his job at one of the nearby meat packing plants.

At some point, Bee had returned. Jalen had a nightmare and needed to be talked down. Bee had done that, but also sent her boyfriend over so Jalen wasn’t alone for the night. You had offered to cover for her, but Bee had refused, saying that she needed the money from this shift for Christmas presents. Rocco and Murphy had listened in shamelessly, Murphy commenting that he had suffered from nightmares as a child and Rocco offering to stay and cover her shift himself.

Murphy had laughed at that. “I’ve never seen ye so much as make a piece’a toast, Roc!”

His insult and Rocco’s responding outrage had made everyone laugh. Another bit of your earlier wariness of the pair was chipped away just by the way the tension melted from Bee’s shoulders.

By the time Rocco stretched and stood up, you felt like you were almost friends with the pair and were reluctant to see them go. It was quite a difference from how you had felt only an hour before. You ran Rocco’s faded debit card at the register and watched him scrawl a signature on the receipt before digging a few crumpled bills from his pocket. To your surprise, he separated them into two piles.

“Somethin’ for each of you, huh?” he asked, eyes bouncing back and forth between you and Bee. “Isn’t much, but, ya know… Happy holidays and all’a that shit.”

“Thank you, Rocco,” you murmured, looking down at the tip. It was hard to see exactly how much it was with the way the bills were balled up, but it was clearly generous. Since you were busy at the register, you pushed both stacks toward Bee, who gathered it up and stared.

She had obviously come to the same conclusion you had, but Bee expressed her thanks by rounding the bar and throwing her arms around Rocco. He looked embarrassed but pleased, patting her on the back and muttering about how it was nothing.

You took advantage of the clamor to lean in beside Murphy. He glanced up at you, eyes widening with surprise to see you so close. “Do you want me to get your bill together, too?”

Those blue eyes wandered across your face for a moment before he shook his head. “T’ink I might stick around a while, if it’s fine wit’ ye.”

“That’s fine,” you agreed with a shrug and a smile that felt a little too bright given the innocence of the conversation. You glanced away from Murphy, suddenly shy, and caught sight of Rocco and Bee grinning at you. Feeling more than a little foolish, you retreated back to the dish room, feeling eyes on you all the way there. 

Murphy was flirting with you, wasn’t he? It had been so long that you honestly struggled to tell. Your soon-to-be ex-husband hadn’t been much for flirting. Paul hadn’t been much for you, honestly. Though ever since you had told him you wanted a divorce, he had been acting like you two had been the perfect couple until you had ruined it. 

You sighed, rubbing between your brows. Talking with Murphy was fun and simple. Did you really need more justification than that? Maybe it could be reason enough for the night. 

“Okay, I’m leaving!” Rocco called. You came back out of the back room, wiping your hands on your apron like you had been doing anything more than staring introspectively at a stain on the wall. 

“Bye!” you replied. “It was nice to meet you.”

“Back at’cha,” he told you, pointing his finger like a gun. “Catch ya later, Murph.”

Murphy said something in a language you didn’t understand, but it still managed to sound crass. Your suspicion was confirmed when Rocco barked out a loud laugh as he left the diner. He crossed the parking lot and disappeared around the corner of a building in only moments. 

Bee stepped out of the back door to answer a call from her boyfriend. You and Murphy were left almost alone in the diner. You refilled his coffee and poured the rest down the sink before setting to work making a new pot. Murphy left his place in the booth and slid onto one of the ancient barstools across from you. 

“What made ye want t’ live in Boston?” he asked. 

You lifted a brow. “Do I not seem like the type?”

“Nah,” he rejected immediately. “Most of th’ people who live here were born here or ain’t got any other choice. This part of th’ city, anyway.”

It almost seemed like you should try to defend Boston. It wasn’t a bad city, really. You actually loved parts of it, but it certainly hadn’t been your first choice of place to live. “My husband got a job here. This part of the city is all we could afford at first. Then he got… uh, laid off, and we never left.”

Of course, Paul’s layoff had been due more to his alcoholism than the needs of the law firm, but that didn’t matter to the stranger… or to you. Not anymore. After years of trying to support you both on the salary of a high school science teacher, you had finally pushed for divorce. You would be free soon enough. 

Murphy had stiffened slightly at your mention of your husband. When he spoke, his voice was deceptively even, but you had seen the way his eyes had flown to your hands. “Ye’re married, then?”

“Technically speaking, yes,” you confirmed, though you didn’t make any effort to hide the lack of a ring on your finger. “But only until the divorce papers go through.”

“Ah, sorry tae hear dat,” Murphy said. To his credit, it did sound like he was making an effort to sound sorry.

“Don’t be. I’m not.”

Now it was Murphy’s turn to raise his eyebrows. “That so? I take it the partin’ was yer idea, den. He didn’t… He didn’t hit ye, did he?”

The growing anger in his voice was something of a surprise, but you were quick to shut it down. “No, he never touched me.” Rather than give any further explanation, you cleared your throat. “And what about you?”

“I’m not married,” Murphy told you immediately. 

“Good to know,” you replied, hiding a smile. “But I meant, why did you choose to live in Boston?”

“Oh,” he said, a slight redness rising in his cheeks. It was adorable, and you felt yourself warming to him even further. “It was th’ first place me an’ me brother came when we got tae the States. Never found a good reason tae leave.”

“It was just you and your brother?” you asked. When he nodded, you added, “How old were you when you came here?” 

“Seventeen,” Murphy said. “T’is why we work in the meat-packing plant. The manager was th’ only one who’d give two kids a chance tae earn some cash. Never saw a good reason tae leave there, either.”

“Loyalty is a big thing for you, isn’t it?”

Murphy blinked at you, looking surprised, but a slow smile spread over his handsome face. “Now, how’d ye guess dat, lass? Just from what I told ye? Ye’re a sharp one.”

“It’s too early in the morning for flattery,” you told him, trying to hide how his compliment had affected you. 

“It’s never too early in th’ mornin’ fer flattery,” he replied. “‘Sides, I don’t know that ye can call three ‘mornin’. More like late, late evenin’.”

“Three?” you repeated, glancing at your watch. It was about ten minutes until three, but that was closer than you would have guessed.

“What is it?” Murphy asked. “Do ye turn into a pumpkin at three?”

“Not quite.” You couldn’t help but smile at his teasing even as you flew to finish up the last of your work. “I’m done at three.”

“Are ye plannin’ to drive in dis mess?” He gestured through the windows. The snow was starting to pile up, the icy wind whipping it into drifts.

“I don’t have a car.” You glanced back outside. “It’ll just be a really cold walk.”

“So late?” Murphy asked, sounding even less happy. “Do ye need someone tae walk ye home? I’d be happy t’ do it.”

You paused, thinking it over. Something about the earnest expression on his face told you he wasn’t angling for a night in your bed. He really just wanted to see you home safely. Unreasonably warmed by that, you nodded. “That would be great, thanks.”

He beamed at you and you smiled back and gestured at the dish room. “I need to tell Bee I’m headed out.” 

You tapped lightly on the back door and peeked out to find Bee standing there with her phone clutched to her chest. She looked like she was near tears. “Bee? Is everything okay?”

“Yes, it really, really is,” she said. “I told Franklin about the tip Rocco left us. We can afford to get Jalen that game he wanted for Christmas now. I’m so happy!”

You pulled her into a hug as a few tears rolled down her cheeks. She pulled away after a minute, fishing in her pocket. “I forgot, here’s your half. You’ve spent half the night in the dish room and I didn’t want to leave it out there in case someone else came in and helped themselves.”

You shook your head, holding your hands up and away. “You keep it, Bee. I’m all set.”

She protested, naturally, but you stood firm. Your lawyer bills would still be around after the holidays, but Bee only had a few more days to get her shopping done. She eventually accepted, wiping at her face and unlocking her phone. “At least let me call you a ride home. It’s late and cold, and I hate to think of you walking back by yourself…”

“Actually,” you admitted slowly. “Murphy is going to walk me home.”

Bee paused. “Are you sure about that?”

“I think I can take one drunk Irishman, Bee,” you huffed playfully. 

Her grin was instant and dirty. “Yeah, but what if it turns into a fight?”

You rolled your eyes, but she wasn’t having it. “C’mon, I’m just teasing. I’m happy for you! I’ve seen the way you’ve been looking at him tonight. You deserve some fun, hon.”

“I can’t figure it out,” you said, laughing. “Are you worried about me or encouraging me to sleep with the guy? I’m getting mixed signals here.”

“That depends on you,” Bee countered. “Do you get creep vibes or do you think he’s one-night-stand material?”

You pulled the door open a little wider to glance out at the dining room. Murphy was stirring his coffee over and over, staring down into it as the fingers of his free hand drummed nervously on the counter. He glanced out at the snow before looking back to catch your eye. He smiled at you and you returned it without hesitation.

“Definitely no creep vibes,” you told her. “I think I might go for it.”

“Good,” Bee said firmly. “You need to forget about Paul for a night. Who better to forget him with than a sexy Irishman?”

You laughed despite yourself as your phone’s alarm went off.  Stripping off your apron, you told her, “I’ll keep that in mind, Bee. Thanks.”

Bee patted you on the shoulder and you both went back into the warmth of the diner.

Murphy was standing at the register and Bee waved you off when you went to ring him up. You grabbed your coat instead, sliding it on as you glanced around the diner. “Do you need me to hang out for a while? It looks like the next shift isn’t here yet.”

“It’s fine, Josh is on his way,” she brushed off. Murphy went to get his own coat and Bee leaned in to whisper, “Do you have condoms?”

“I’m not having this conversation with you,” you shut down immediately, smiling to soften it as you walked out from behind the counter. 

“Don’t forget to text me with an update!” Bee called after you.

Murphy followed you out of the restaurant. After you had both caught your breath after being exposed to the sharpness of the cold air, Murphy asked, “What are ye supposed tae update her on?”

“How you are in bed,” you replied, glancing at him in askance to gauge his reaction. 

A slow smile spread across his handsome face, leaving him with an expression of mingled delight and heat. “Yeah? Is that th’ plan fer tonight?”

“That was a joke,” you hedged, half avoiding the question until you could build up your bravery. “She just wants to make sure you don’t end up murdering me.”

The look on his face turned to abject shock and horror in a moment. “I wouldnae- I’d never! ‘Course, why would ye believe me?A murderer would say that...” You grinned at him and he relaxed slightly, though you noticed he had subtly increased the distance between you. “Tell ye what: I’ll jus’ be walkin’ over here, hands in me pockets.”

“Your pockets?” you echoed with an exaggerated look of terror. “That’s not safe! I don’t know what you could have in your pockets.”

“Not in me pockets, den,” Murphy agreed instantly, pulling his hands free of the pockets of his thick black peacoat. You watched him wince with the cold and a surge of guilt overtook you. 

“I’m sorry, that was another joke,” you protested. “I trust you. Put your hands back in your pockets or they’ll freeze out here.”

“Weren’t raised tae make a lady feel unsafe,” Murphy shrugged off. He flipped his hand over so you could see the way his fingers were starting to get pale. “But if ye really want, ye could help me keep ‘em warm.”

Your smile was so wide it made your cheeks sting in the cold, but you took his hand. You walked down the street in the hush of a snowy Boston night, Murphy walking beside you as you led the way to your apartment building.

At one point, he fished in his pocket with his free hand, pulling it back out to hold up a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. “Do ye mind if I-?”

“I have a sensitivity to the smoke, sorry,” you told him, pulling an apologetic face. “But that’s my building up there. I can go ahead if you want to..?”

You trailed off, unsure of how to finish the offer. ‘Go ahead home’? ‘Catch up when you’re done’? 

It didn’t matter, though. Murphy shook his head, tucking the cigarettes back in his pocket. “Nah, tis okay. Probably shouldn’t. ‘Sides, th’ cold air has me lungs fucked near sideways.”

“Sideways?” you repeat faux-horrified. “Then maybe you should come inside. I don’t want anyone’s lungs to get fucked at all, but especially not sideways.”

A dirty little smile crossed Murphy’s face, but he asked, “Are ye sure?”

“As long as you’re not going to murder me or give me an STD, I’m sure.”

“No STDs, no murder,” Murphy promised, tipping his head toward the apartment building you had pointed out. “Lead on, then.”

Kissing someone in an elevator was a cliche you would have liked to avoid, but as soon as you were in a more familiar location, your confidence surged and you needed to know how Murphy tasted. 

The answer turned out to be ‘mainly like coffee’, though you did catch an edge of alcohol and a hint of smoke. You were able to ignore everything but the coffee, distracted as you were when Murphy swept his tongue between your lips and set about thoroughly exploring your mouth. 

When the elevator arrived at your floor, you didn’t hear the doors open the first time, not until they made an angry-sounding buzz. You reluctantly unfisted your hands from the thick warmth of Murphy’s coat and led him out into the hallway. 

The apartment building you had ended up in wasn’t particularly nice, but nice enough that you didn’t have to worry about getting stabbed, which was more than you could have said about the place you had shared with Paul. 

Still, after you had draped you and Murphy’s coats over the back of a chair, you didn’t need to do much more than point to give him a tour of the space. “Kitchen, pantry, bathroom, coat closet, bedroom.”

Murphy eyed each section politely, but you were keenly aware of the fact that his eyes sharpened at the mention of your bedroom. You were just as eager, shifting your weight from one foot to the other as you nodded toward the door in question. “Do you mind if we skip to the-?”

“Please,” Murphy asked, a rough edge to his voice. 

You led the way, but he certainly wasn’t far behind you. Looking back on it, you weren’t sure when you had gone from only considering sleeping with Murphy to being desperate to do exactly that, but you were certainly there. As soon as the door closed behind you, your hands flew to the closures of your clothing. Murphy was doing the same next to you. 

You pulled your shirt away and unfastened your pants, leaving the material to puddle at your feet. As you reached back to unhook your bra, a harsh groan drew your attention. You glanced over to find Murphy’s eyes traveling hungrily over your body. 

“Fuckin’ beautiful, lass,” he growled, paused with his shirt long gone and his pants unbuttoned.

“Same,” you informed him, letting yourself stare at his bare torso and the way his graceful, tattooed fingers looked poised on the sections of his pants. 

Murphy grinned at you, though there was something sharp about the expression. In a moment, he had shucked off his pants and turned his attention to ‘helping’ you. In reality, his hands running over your skin - and the sight of him fully unclothed - were a massive distraction and it took you several tries to unfasten your bra. 

He took charge of removing your underwear, drawing them down your legs so slowly that you were ready to scream by the time he was done. His fingertips trailed over every curve and dip of your muscles, then danced back up to your hips as he stared up at you from his place kneeling on the floor. 

“Lay down fer me, darlin’,” he urged, using his grip on you to slow your descent when your trembling knees would have given out. “Been waitin’ fer this all night.”

Instead, you perched on the edge of the bed, watching with fascination and a swell of nerves as he drew his hands back down the length of your thighs, ending at your knees. Gently, he pushed them apart and you fought him for a moment.

Having sex with him was one thing, but this felt… intimate, far more so than you had expected. Still, you were determined to see this through. After all, you had lived in the same city as Murphy for years and you had never met him before that night. If things ended badly here, it would be easy to avoid seeing him again.

You leaned back further, letting your knees part for him. Murphy murmured praises as he spread you wide, studying the place between your legs. The kiss in the elevator had left you distinctly interested, even if you weren’t quite to the point of wetness yet. 

Murphy leaned closer and closer, gently spreading your folds with his thumbs before darting his tongue from your entrance to the top of your slit. You jerked under him, legs instinctively trying to close around him as your hips canted to offer yourself more freely. Most embarrassing of all, the simple act had pulled a hearty groan from you.

He chuckled, still close enough that you felt the air from it on your heated core. “Sensitive, aren’t ye, lass?”

“It’s been…” You frowned, trying to remember the last time someone had done this for you. “At least a few years.”

“Years?” Murphy asked, sounding horrified. His face lifted far enough up that you could see him clearly. “Years?”

You nodded, fighting the urge to hide your face from him. “Paul - my almost ex - didn’t like it. He said it was too… wet.”

“Did he ask ye tae suck him off?” Murphy asked, sounding irritated.

“Yeah, but he said it was easier,” you explained. “You can just pull away at the end and avoid the worst of it.”

“Miserable fucker,” Murphy grumbled. “Well, some of us think it ain’t a chore. Matter o’ fact… I think ye taste pretty damn sweet. Lemme make ye feel good.”

You opened your mouth to respond - maybe to assure him he didn’t need to do that or to offer a simple ‘thank you’ - but the words were never formed. Instead, that breath left in a tortured whine as he teased your clit with the tip of his tongue before sinking as much as the muscle as possible into your heat. 

You were too absorbed in the sensations to focus much on your own reaction, but your spine arced up off the mattress as you tried to grind your pelvis against Murphy’s face. He chuckled again, his hands tightening around your hips to keep you pinned in place as he buried himself further within your folds. His tongue teased your entrance as his nose pressed against your clit. 

If someone asked, you wouldn’t have been able to pinpoint exactly when you’d buried your hands in his thick hair, trying desperately to urge him on as you squirmed against his mouth. Murphy pulled away, but only far enough to sink a finger into your heat while he explored the rest of you with a series of long, slow licks. He hadn’t been lying about enjoying this. In fact, he almost seemed to be… savoring you. 

It was overwhelming, the pleasure sweeping through you so intensely that every muscle was trembling and a litany of sounds and pleas were spilling from you. You were fairly certain your neighbors would know Murphy’s name by the end of things. 

When your orgasm came, it hit with the suddenness of an explosion, whipping through your body and mind simultaneously and leaving nothing but sheer desolation in its wake. You shook and spasmed and moaned under the continuous onslaught of Murphy’s mouth until you somehow gathered the strength to push his head away from the juncture of your thighs.

“Ye okay, there?” Murphy asked, grinning at you over the curve of your tummy. 

You were speechless, having noticed that Murphy licked his lips eagerly before wiping his mouth on his arm to remove everything that was out of his tongue’s reach.

“I think…” you trailed, surprised at how wrecked your voice sounded. You had been moaning, not screaming, but you couldn’t have proven that verbally. “I think I may have died for a minute at the end.”

“Aye, lass,” Murphy agreed with a self-satisfied look. “Ye did make it sound like I was killin’ ye.”

“The best possible death,” you assured him, struggling to sit up. “Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me for that.” His face was serious as he sat on the edge of the bed beside you. “Ye deserve tae have someone take care o’ ye as much as ye take care of them.”

You couldn’t hold his sincere gaze for long, but dropping your eyes away from his face let you catch a glimpse of him. He was hard, his length straining toward you. A slow smile spread before you could bite it back. “By that logic, I should take care of you now.”

The original intention had been to touch him, though your exact plan had been anywhere from wrapping your fingers around him to straddling him. However, the aftershocks of your orgasm left you less steady than you had expected, and Murphy didn’t miss the way you swayed slightly just from the effort of sitting up on the bed.

His responding smile was wicked. “Looks like yer legs are still a little shaky, lass. Why don’t’cha let me take care o’ ye?”

He pressed a kiss to your mouth, though you noticed he didn’t part his lips until your tongue urged him to do so. The taste of you was still strong in his mouth, but you found it wasn’t overwhelming. Honestly, you could taste the coffee he had been downing at the diner more than anything else. 

When the kiss broke, it was only so Murphy could rummage in the pocket of his discarded pants and pull out a small packet. He had the condom on in only moments before he returned to you again. 

“Ye may want tae move up th’ bed there, lass,” he warned with mischief glittering in his eyes. “If ye t’ink ye can make it that far…”

You pursed your lips to fight back a smile and flipped over to crawl up the bed, losing the battle against a grin when Murphy groaned. Of course, that may have been the effect of the little wiggle of your hips you had sent his way, but it was flattering nonetheless.

A hand on your ankle made you pause and glance back over your shoulder. Murphy’s eyes were dark with want. “That’s perfect. Turn over fer me, darlin’.”

You did exactly that, letting your legs open with ease this time. Your mattress was cheap and small, but when the weight of Murphy settling on top of you pressed you harder against its surface, it felt like absolute heaven. 

His hips rested between your thighs like it was the most natural thing in the world and your legs instinctively wrapped around him. That left his length brushing between the swollen lips of your sex, his head barely catching on your clit, and your legs tightened involuntary, drawing him against you. 

Murphy groaned, but it held more than a hint of a chuckle as well. “I know, lass, I know. But ye’ll have tae give me a bit o’ space so’s I can…”

He pulled away slightly, only just enough to draw his hips back and notch his head against your entrance. The feeling of him there - so close to where you ached - made your muscles clench again, and you weren’t sure whether it was him or you who prompted that first thrust into you.

Either way, he drove forward in a series of shallow pulses, edging himself deeper and deeper inside of you until he was fully seated in your core. You both took a moment at that point, foreheads pressed together as you breathed through the tension. 

The fact that you’d already come helped, but it had been so long since you experienced this… and Murphy was far from small. Your inner muscles throbbed, tightening and relaxing in waves so strong they almost mimicked your earlier orgasm. Your body seemed on the fence about whether it should try to push Murphy out or draw him deeper inside you, and you both balanced on that edge for a span of time that seemed to stretch infinitely.

Finally, the gripping of your core slowed, leaving you almost desperate for him to start moving. Your hands - one wrapped behind his back, one locked around his shoulder - tightened, desperation pressing your nails into his skin. “Murphy-”

“Ye’re so tight, lass,” he told you, voice tense. “Don’t want ter hurt ye.”

“Please, Murph,” you said, on the verge of begging. “I need you to move. Please.”

That final, half-shattered plea seemed to spur him into motion. His hips pulled backward, the motion so startling that your legs fell from their spot around his waist. Your feet braced against the mattress instead, which gave you the perfect leverage to press your hips upward as you met his thrust back into your core.

You both groaned at the feeling, but Murphy didn’t let it overwhelm him. Instead, he set an almost frantic rhythm. You bounced and jolted under him, struggling to breathe through the driving force of him inside of you. Every bit of air you did manage to breathe was let out on a moan of his name.

His lips were traveling over your face and down your neck as he continued to steal your ability to think. He kissed and licked and sucked his way to your chest, eventually wrapping his lips around one of your nipples. You arched your back for him, whimpering, “Murphy!”

You could feel him smiling around the sensitive point of your breast, and he slowed his hips until it felt like he was stroking through your very center, drawing pleasure from you with every thrust. It was lovely, though nothing that would push you into another orgasm without some help.

“Ye close, lass?” Murphy asked, breaking away from your skin to murmur the question. 

After a moment of consideration, you found that the answer was ‘maybe’. You told him, “I could be.”

“I won’t last much longer, meself,” he admitted. 

You nodded, letting your hips drop back to the mattress as you snaked a hand between yourself and Murphy. Your fingers found your clit and began to move the same way they did when you needed to bring yourself to orgasm. Even the familiar sensations made your head kick back, elevated to new heights by what Murphy added to the experience.

“I’m-” you started, attempting to warn him that you were ready at any moment, but his hips snapped against you as he buried himself deep inside your core. His face tightened, then slackened into a perfect portrait of someone drowning in open-mouthed pleasure.

A combination of the view and the feeling of him jerking inside and on top of you sent you over the edge, strengthening the practiced motions of your fingertips.

This orgasm was calm, almost hypnotic after the fervor of the last one. The pleasure was slow and rippling as it washed over you and left you feeling impossibly light and peaceful. The warm air of your room was a spring breeze and the sheets tangled beneath you were the swells on the surface of a lake.

As Murphy gave a little chuckle from his place collapsed on top of you, you couldn’t help but smile. Since when had sex made you so poetic? 

He withdrew from you carefully, though the dragging of him against your walls was eased by the wetness of two consecutive orgasms. Your channel clenched once, twice around nothing after he was gone, feeling empty after having grown accustomed to being stretched.

You shuddered and Murphy paused a moment before he wrapped an arm around you and drew you into his side. For a moment you stiffened. Besides the fact that you were both covered in sweat, this felt more intimate than you had expected for a one-night stand. Even after realizing that, though, you let him do it. 

The closeness was comforting, especially since he was warm and still managed to smell good after all of that. You cuddled closer against his side, resting your head on his shoulder while you both eased down from the high of being together. His eyes were closed, and you let yours drift shut as well. You had been tired from the day itself, let alone the extracurricular activities you had gotten up to. 

Besides, you would need some time to figure out how to tell Murphy that you had to work in a few hours.

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Author's Note - Okay, disclaimers before anyone gets too upset with me. First, the only reason this is a modern AU is so I don't have to worry about looking up every little thing that may or may not have been around in the 1990s.

Second, I know Murphy's dialogue is written in dialect. If that bothers you, I'll go ahead and warn you that tomorrow's chapter is written the same way. As for how I got to the dialect I did, I binge-watched the first two seasons of Derry Girls and went from there.

Thanks for reading! The second chapter will be out tomorrow!

I don't offer a taglist for explicit fics, but you can find other works on my masterlist!

#fanfic february #fanfic february 2023 #fanficfebruary #the boondock saints #the boondock saints fanfiction #murphy macmanus #murphy macmanus x reader #murphy macmanus x you #reader insert #reader insert fic #lemon #not suitable for minors #minors dni

[thewalkingdead-kinkmeme]

Murph & Daryl — BDS x TWD Crossover, Friendship

- First things first, no sadness! I want both MacManuses alive and well through the entire thing! Crack is preferable to sadness but serious fun is good too. Porn is also acceptable. - Really I just want to see how Daryl and Murphy react when they see each other. Perhaps they use their near identicalness to stir up trouble around camp. Maybe this happens while Merle is around and they switch brothers.

- Requirements: Murphy and Connor are both alive and with the group. Daryl and Murphy become friends and cause some sorts of trouble around camp. - Optional: Porn, Merle

Fill: None

#C: Daryl Dixon #C: Murphy MacManus (The Boondock Saints) #T: Crack Fic #C: Merle Dixon #C: Connor MacManus (The Boondock Saints) #P: General | No Pairing #AU: The Boondock Saints #Fill: None

[lattewithatwistoflemon]

I’m happy to see that there’s actually a lot of Boondock Saints content on here. I don’t know how old it is. And it’s like 90% Murphy. Most of which are x Reader fics. But that’s still fun! Can’t complain about that.

#wish I could write an X Reader fic with Smecker but I’m too female for him #paul smecker #the boondock saints #murphy macmanus

[yarrystyleeza]

𝐘𝐮𝐧𝐚'𝐬 𝟐𝟐𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐒𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫!

Well, as the title suggests, I am turning 22 on January 30th (yes I can't believe it either), and it's a very very special number to me, I was obsessed with it since I was a kid—because of Taylor Swift's 22 of course (you have no idea how happy my inner child is now!).

However, I thought I should celebrate this very important event with you by hosting my second sleepover! (honestly I was planning to make this a double sleepover if I hit 300 followers before my birthday, but since I didn't, I really had to host a sleepover)

As usual, my sleepover will host games, questions, asks, and definitely, requests!!! <3

The sleepover will be a week long, from January 30th till February 6th, where you can submit asks and requests!

Note on prohibited things that I won't be doing or answering:

No nsfw/dirty asks, writing requests or questions, it's uncomfortable for me sometimes, and this is an all-ages-friendly celebration. No further elaboration, please respect this. <3

𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬:

Here's a list of the games we can play:

Kiss/Marry/Kill: you give me three characters and I will sort each one in one of these categories! (make it hard for me)

Would you rather: you give me two things/characters and I get to choose one that suits me better! (for example: night owl or early bird?)

Make an assumption: you literally make an assumption about me and I either prove it or deny it!

Never have I ever: you ask me about things I did or didn't do!

Exchanged Ships: basically, you give me a character that you find as my significant other, and I will give you a character in exchange and why I think it's the perfect character for you!

Random Q&A: you can ask me about anything, whether it's my favorite food or even what fabrics do I prefer to wear, ask whatever you want!

Girly Talks: just talk to me about any girly topic you want and we'll establish a good conversation! Let's talk about books or authors, favorite poetry pieces, maybe movies we loved in our childhood, or even your favorite outfits back when you were a 10 year old! Literally anything!

Rate My Music Taste: give me a song/artist and I will rate it from 1 (absolute flop) to 10 (total banger)! — (this is absolutely done just for fun).

I Wanna Write You A Song: start with a phrase and we will make a totally original song together in the reblogs!

Doodles: give me something simple to draw!

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬:

As for writing requests, I will be taking fluff/angst/violence (blood and gore—due to the nature of the characters I write for) x female!reader requests only. But of course you can request the prompt you desire. <3

As for the characters, here's a list of the fictional men that I would be writing for:

Matt Murdock/Daredevil

Foggy Nelson

Tristan Thorn

Michael Kinsella

Henry (from Eat Locals)

Daryl Dixon

(might consider writing for other Charlie Cox/Norman Reedus characters. example: Ian Hamilton, Owen Sleater, Scud, Murphy MacManus, etc.)

You can ask for prompt included in this list or ones you come up with yourself:

intimate moments / gestures that make me feel love / romantic rainy day prompts / gentle things that make me fall harder in love / fluffy comforting/sick dialogue prompts / lighthearted first kiss prompts / sparring prompts / forced proximity prompts / date prompts masterpost /

Note that I will be tagging the fic requests with #yuna's 22 birthday sleepover so they're easy to find, but they will be sorted in my main masterlist as regular requests! <3

tagging my moots to spread the word sorry for being a little too annoying hehe (and I tried to tag as much as possible but my memory is messing around with me I'm sorry if I forgot anyone): @v4leoftears @remonemo @fizanotfeeza @bunmurdock @bellaxgiornata @kal-0n @1988-fiend @mattmurdocks6thscaleapartment @floral-charlie-cat @farfromstrange @babygirlmurdock @mattmurdocksscars @itwasthereaminuteago @c-mrdck @xxeycisxx @loveroftoomanyfandoms @mindidjarin @little-miss-dilf-lover @shiorimakibawrites @tongueofcat @marytheweefrenchie @chvoswxtch @devilsmurdock @galaxies-and-moons-and-cox @acharliecoxedfan @folkloreandfall @murdocklorian @munsonownsmyass @abbyhaslongshorts @murc0ck @lazyxsquirrel @theradioactivespidergwen @xxdrixx @saintmurd0ck @softasawhisper @she-likesorchids @peterman-spideyparker @mattmurdocksstarlight @amberlynnmurdock @courtforshort15 @saltedlays @importantnightwerewolf @lene-loki

That's basically everything I have for my birthday sleepover, feel free to submit requests and games! Thank you for coming to my sleepover tonight! <3

#yarrystyleeza #yuna's sleepover #Yuna's 22nd Birthday Sleepover #matt murdock #daredevil #charlie cox #matt murdock x reader #michael kinsella #matt murdock x you #norman reedus #tristan thorn #tristan thorn x reader #daryl dixon #michael kinsella x reader #daryl dixon x reader #henry eat locals #sleepover #celebration #birthday party #Yomna's ask box #send asks #ask game #games

[phoenix761fics]

Masterlist

Links broke on the old ones, so here's a single, much more organized new one. All fics tagged appropriately on their respective pages, including relevant content warnings. Enjoy!

The Boondock Saints

Eyes On You - PDA exposes one of Connor's kinks (Connor x reader x Murphy, smut)

Just Being Neighborly - a locked door, a broken elevator, and the beginning of a night they’ll barely remember (Connor x Renata x Murphy)

Getting Mouthy - Murphy isn't the only one in trouble when he runs his mouth (Murphy x reader, smut adjacent)

The Grocery List - In which Connor learns not to snoop (Connor x reader, smut adjacent)

Last Rites - the Saints’ final mission (angst, MCD)

Starving - Connor and Murphy loving on their lady (Connor x reader x Murphy, smut)

Two Saints and an Archer - Connor and Murphy MacManus were vigilantes on a mission from God before the zombie outbreak, now God only knows how they ended up with Daryl Dixon, reclusive redneck and crossbow extraordinaire. There’s no doubt the three of them can survive the apocalypse, but can they survive each other? (gen fic, crack, crossover)

Warrior Shepherds - They were called to destroy evil, but crossing paths with a wayward soul meant compromise. And in compromising, the MacManus brothers get more than they bargained for. (Connor x Renata x Murphy)

The Phantom of the Opera

Another Alternate Ending - didn't the Persian give Raoul a gun? (gen fic, crack)

Supernatural

A Dangerous Game - Ten years. No more and no less. Now the clock has run out and it’s time to negotiate a new deal with the King of Hell. (Crowley x OFC/reader)

A Work Of Art - after sealing the rift and trapping himself in an alternate dimension, Crowley gets the chance to observe humanity (Crowley x plus-size reader, fluff)

The Familiar Winchester - a spell of Rowena’s has unexpected results (gen crack, Sam and Dean)

The Fast Lane - After Rowena’s magic brought her back from the dead, Charlie still can’t find any peace. On the open road, with the witch as her reluctant companion, there’s no telling where she’ll find it. (gen hurt/comfort, Charlie and Rowena)

Friction - Friction: 1.) the clashing between two persons or parties of opposing views, 2.) the force that resists motion between two bodies in contact (Crowley x Gemma, smut)

Geek Squad - It's a quiet afternoon in the bunker until disaster strikes. (gen humor, Sam and Dean)

Going Up - "One aspect of humanity it was taking time to get used to was how bloody slowly they had to move." (Dean x Crowley, smut adjacent)

Graceless - After his release from the Winchesters’ dungeon, Crowley’s hold on the throne of Hell is more vulnerable than ever. Determined to strengthen his claim, he seeks to produce an heir with his mistress, young Annabel Allan, a human with no family and a powerful secret she doesn’t know she keeps. (Crowley x Annabel)

Heir Of Nothing In Particular - On the edge of another apocalypse, Cas and Crowley contemplate life, emotion, and all things human. (gen fic, Cas and Crowley)

Hell And Apathy - “Sam and Dean, but not her Sam and Dean…she trusted her friends with her life, and whatever the hell was going on with them right now…they were far from the men she knew.” (demon!Dean x reader x soulless!Sam, smut)

Howling - “The court was nearly returned to normal…as normal as Hell can get, at least…” (gen, Crowley and demon!Dean)

If You Need Anything - when everything starts getting to you, your friend Cas is there to help you keep going (Castiel x reader, hurt/comfort)

Original Prankster - Your favorite fictional hunter turns up in your kitchen, and your boyfriend knows more about it than he’s letting on (Gabriel x reader, crack)

Pie and Produce - kitchen fluff (Dean x Tara, fluff)

Ridiculous And Needy - “You really need to lock your doors. Anybody could sneak into your room and leave a few surprises in your closet.” (Crowley x reader, smut adjacent)

Roadside Assistance - “…when Crowley got the text from the bunker’s other resident, he didn’t think anything of it…” (Crowley x reader, FicFacers 2020)

She’s Buying A Stairway To Heaven - “His grip felt a lot more reassuring than any stranger’s had her entire life, but she supposed being menaced by a girl who committed suicide fifty years prior had a way of making things like that a little less odd.” (gen casefic, Dean and OFC)

Something You Don’t Know - a few mishaps on a hunt leads to a few confessions (Sam Winchester x reader, fluff)

Topeka Calling - Cas has caller ID. That hunter from Topeka has an itch. Dean just wants a refill. (gen humor, Cas and Dean)

Welcoming Committee - A tragedy prompts a new start for Sam and his son Jack (fluff AU, Sam and Charlie)

Why Can't There Be A Santa? - "There's no point in wasting that, because there's no bearded guy in a red suit coming to drink it." (gen fluff, Weechesters)

With The Touch Of A Button - One last End Of All Things, one last solution (gen crack, Team Free Will 2.0)

The Walking Dead

Bad Influence - “Her warmth was sinking under his skin until it felt like a little fire flickering through him…her voice soft and her words so full of that hope he was starting to think nothing could destroy…” (Bethyl Smut Week 2018)

Blue Into Black - Beth was a good girl, but something about Daryl Dixon made her want to be bad. Sequel to "I Don't Mind" (Bethyl Smut Week 2018)

Can't Tell Her No - Beth found something in her cell, and she can't wait to try them out (Beth x Daryl, smut)

Caught Staring - Beth goes for a walk in the prison yard (Summer of Bethyl 2018)

Entertaining - Beth is expecting two certain someones for dinner, and nothing could possibly go wrong (AU, Brickyl Week 2018)

Get Bit - Maybe if he’d just left that damn door closed… (Bethyl Smut Week 2018)

I Don't Mind - He’d never done anything like this before, never had an ongoing thing with someone. Whatever this “thing” was, cause damned if he knew. He’d never wanted to hold someone’s hand before, and he’d damn sure never wanted to kiss someone…not before Beth. (Bethyl Smut Week 2018)

Keep Singing - Daryl in Alexandria (Beth x Daryl, angst)

One More Song - The war is over and peace has been a long time coming, and it comes with someone Daryl thought he’d never see again (Bethyl Smut Week 2018)

The Parting Glass - a long night with memories and regrets (Negan x Lucille, angst)

Robin and Marian - They called him Robin Hood… (AU, Beth x Daryl)

Rushing, Racing, Running - They always had to be ready to run (Summer of Bethyl 2018)

Take Care Of It - Beth has been thinking about Daryl, and she’s kept it to herself so far. Now, though, she might let him hear about it. (Bethyl Smut Week 2018)

Talk Like That - You don’t talk back to him like that and get away with it. (Negan x reader, smut)

Trade You - “He needed somewhere to cool off, somewhere with a decent breeze that wasn’t crowded with people seeking his attention…” (Negan x Wendy)

Wake Up, Dollface - Negan visits after a shared glance (Negan x OFC, smut)

While You're Awake - Daryl can't sleep, and Beth doesn't want to. (Bethyl Smut Week 2018)

Why Ain't I Running - They never built a wall that high/Or made a chain that strong/And God ain’t never made a place/I felt like I belong (Bethyl Smut Week 2018)

Support your local scribbler! Likes are good, comments are better, and reblogs are best of all. ❤️

#fanfiction masterlist #boondock saints #phantom of the opera #supernatural #the walking dead #boondock saints fanfiction #phantom of the opera fanfiction #supernatural fanfiction #the walking dead fanfiction

[bitchinfawkseh]

Masterlist

A list of all my works and works in progress. Warnings are listed on the actual fics appropriately, and AO3 links to them are provided as well.

Spirited Pursuit AO3

Dean Winchester works:

Y/N's father recently committed suicide, leaving her the sole guardian of her little sister. Only: she is convinced that he was murdered. The local police don't take her seriously, but Sam and Dean Winchester, who are just taking a little pit-stop in town, believe her. The boys later discover that this is the work of a very angry spirit, and Y/N is the next target.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x F!Reader/Y/N

Smut warning!

Pages of Affection AO3

You and Dean go to the library to investigate a case. While searching through some old papers and clippings, you discover a series of old love letters. Dean thinks they're stupid - you think they are romantic. In an attempt to make you feel special, he writes you a love letter.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x F! Reader

Dean Winchester x Male!Reader NSFW headcanons

Dean Winchester x Female!Reader NSFW headcanons

Heaven Knows Your Name, I've Been Praying

When a mysterious string of suicides bring the Winchester brother's to Waterville Maine, they meet a fellow hunter: Cheryl Jones, who helps them with the case of La Llorona. (This will follow the course of the show. This is the beginning of the story's summary.)

Pairing: Dean Winchester x F!OC

Eventual Smut!

Sam Winchester works:

Sam Winchester x Female!Reader NSFW headcanons

Murphy MacManus works:

Murphy MacManus x Female!Crafty reader headcanons

Requests Info

#murphy macmanus #murphy macmanus fanfiction #the boondock saints #boondock saints #supernatural #supernatural fanfiction #dean winchester #dean winchester fanfiction #writer masterlist #requests #greys anatomy

[chishiyasan]

FIC RECS

animanga

ALICE IN BORDERLAND

• chishiya shuntaro x reader

• niragi suguru x reader

ATTACK ON TITAN

• levi ackerman x reader

• reiner braun x reader

JUJUTSU KAISEN

• gojo satoru x reader

• kamo choso x reader

• geto suguru x reader

TOKYO REVENGERS

• sano manjiro x reader

• kokonoi hajime x reader

ONE PIECE

• roronoa zoro

other

CILLIAN MURPHY MISC

• tommy shelby x reader

• jonathan crane x reader

• william killick x reader

• henry wilson x reader

• robert fischer x reader

• raymond leon x reader

• lenny miller x reader

• jackson rippner x reader

• emmett x reader

GOTHAM (series)

• edward nygma x reader

NORMAN REEDUS MISC

• daryl dixon x reader

• murphy macmanus x reader

STRANGER THINGS

• eddie munson x reader

• steve harrington x reader

QUEEN (band)

• roger taylor x reader

[twdeadfanfic]

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.”

***

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.

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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!

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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.

#masterlist #somedaylazysomeday masterlist #masterlist update #arcane netflix #the avengers #beetlejuice #black sails #the boondock saints #ex machina #the gray man #the hobbit #labyrinth #narcos #true blood #southern vampire mysteries #star wars #star wars the bad batch #star wars the clone wars #star wars legends #the walking dead #spicy #not suitable for minors #minors dni

[star-wrote]

hi, welcome!! i’m star :)

18 | she/they

my ao3

i’ll write anything unless it’s super yucky. if i get a request that i’m not comfy doing, i won’t do it! however, send requests for anything your heart desires and i’ll write it if i can :)

-usually only comfy writing character x fem!reader

characters i’ll write for

-daryl dixon(twd)

-sam winchester(spn)

-eddie munson(stranger things)

-spencer reid(criminal minds)

-murphy macmanus(the boondock saints)

however, you can send a request for any character, and i’ll write for them if i know them!

star’s masterlist

(below the cut)

smut = *

IN PROGRESS…

murphy macmanus fluff request

give me your lovin chapter one (daryl x reader series rewrite)

EDDIE MUNSON

nsfw alphabet*

SAM WINCHESTER

nsfw alphabet*

DARYL DIXON

nsfw alphabet*

thigh riding blurb*

need: a daryl dixon sex pollen fic*

daryl’s sunshine moodboard

daryl’s southern angel moodboard

daryl’s music taste headcanon

early seasons daryl blurb*

daryl comforting his girl during a storm moodboard

daryl’s oceanside girl moodboard

finishing inside blurb*

summer lovin’ - daryl x reader request

daryl and his girl after the prison fell moodboard

taking you from behind blurb*

showering with daryl moodboard

leannán: daryl x irish!reader oneshot

daryl’s bookworm moodboard

#masterlist #eddie munson #daryl dixon #sam winchester #smut #angst #fluff #murphy macmanus #spencer reid

[livingdeadblondequeen]

Writing Wish List

I need to write some blog articles, which of course means I would rather procrastinate and write fic. After the brief chat yesterday on @minervadashwood​‘s post, I figured I’d write a list of characters/pairings I have ideas for and would love to write. 

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I should warn you, for the last several months I’ve been thirsting for scruffy men, thankfully most of them are my age or older so I don’t feel like a cougar but my thirsting has affecting what I’m reading and wanting to write.

Eliot Spencer/Reader: Reader is a newer member of the team, a thief but also a medic which we know the team needs. After months of tension between her and Eliot, they reach the tipping point ;) one shot

Murphy/Connor MacManus/Reader: What can I say, I love the idea of the Reader having both these hot men at once. Reader would be doctor at the prison who helps them to escape after falling for them. Set after 2nd movie, probably multi-part

Jax Teller/Reader: Reader is stylist at Cara Cara who is one of the few people at the studio who does not swoon over the blonde biker and he loves that. One shot

Daryl Dixon/Reader: ABO one shot that takes place at the prison.

Daryl Dixon/Reader: Soulmate during S2 One Shot

Daryl Dixon/Reader: Reader is Lori’s sister and becomes first friends then more with Daryl starting from the beginning of the show until at least Season 6. Multi-part.

Daryl Dixon/Reader: Reader is Rick’s sister. No real ideas past that, Probably have a kid in it, need a prompt. Oneshot. 

Thoughts?

#my writing #writing wish list #Daryl x Reader #murphy macmanus x reader #connor macmanus x reader #jax teller x reader #eliot spencer x reader #maybe some day.

[minervadashwood]

i have just finished my first murphy macmanus fic?

who, me??

i did it?

#it's still a rough draft #but still #i did a thing??? #in a fandom i barely know? #for a character that i'm not obsessed with #but just enjoy? #executive function win!! #mdop #minerva writes

[ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused]

Would you guys like to see some Murphy MacManus fics?? I've rewatched these movies more times than I can count

#✉ ― signed meau !