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Imagine Drunken Kisses With Connor and Murphy MacManus
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Rating: T+
Warnings: Mentions of drinking, bars, fluffy and steamy drunk kisses
(A/N:) Happy St. Patrick’s Day! It’s been soooo long, honestly too long since I’ve written these two cuties! But I’m back and this was just self indulgence on my part! XD So hopefully my fellow MacManus fangirls will enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it! Also I am terrible at writing Irish talk so forgive me and overlook it! *hides face* Until next time happy reading! ~Countess
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Connor MacManus X FemReader
Connor had promised early that morning that he wasn’t going to be home until late. He had begged for weeks for you to be able to take off and enjoy St. Patrick’s Day with him, but with two employees quitting and an understaffed crew there was no way for you to get the day off. His tradition of bar hopping had to go on without you. So while you worked the day away, Connor tried to enjoy time with his twin brother. Before you had come along, Murphy had always been enough to enjoy the annual festivities but now they both had grown so attached to you, it just wasn’t the same without you. Especially when they knew that you were stuck working and had no chances to leave until the work day was over. 
With one last push you finished your day and started home. It was too late to meet up with Connor so you stopped by the local restaurant close to your home to grab something to eat. Though you probably wouldn’t see him, you were glad that Connor was out there enjoying himself. You could make do with something tasty for supper and a good movie on the TV. You watched the city bustle as you continued on your walk home, humming a cheery tune as the streetlamps began to illuminate the streets one by one. This was always your favorite time of the day, everything seemed so peaceful as employees from all over were making their ways home and restaurants were lively with customers after a hard day at the office. It made you feel a part of the festivities when you sung a little bit of an Irish tune that was playing from the speakers of one of the local bars. Connor had taught you a few songs, though you had to cringe every time you tried as you butchered the lyrics. He would always just laugh and encourage you onwards before rewarding your attempts with little kisses.
You didn’t worry about him or think about him cheating on you, cause Connor never gave you a reason to think about such things. So you were able to enjoy the peace and quiet of your house before it was time for bed. You could still hear the lively streets outside as you laid there in the dark. It made you giggle at the thought of how many people would be calling in to work in the morning due to horrible hangovers. Connor and Murphy were definitely going to be two of them in the hoard of hungover celebrators. Exhaustion from your long day made sleep easy to find and as soon as your head hit the pillow you were out like a light.
You didn’t know what time it was when you felt the bed dip down, your heart jumped in your chest as you feared that someone had broke in. That wasn’t far from the truth as Connor’s drunken humming filled the room. You hadn’t given him a key to your apartment just yet but if he wanted inside bad enough he would find a way.
“Connor,” you yawned.
“Aye,” he grunted while pulling off his boots.
“Why are you here? I have to work in the morning.”
“Murph gettin’ on m’ nerv’s I needed a place t’ stay f’r th’ night,” Connor slurred a little bit before he finally got his last boot tugged off. He chucked it across the room in frustration as if it had offended his heritage.
“Not so loud,” you gave him a gentle whack on the shoulder.
“S’rry.”
Once he settled down you started to drift off asleep again. You groaned in protest when an arm encircled your waist pulling you into Connor’s chest. You liked your room dark when it came to sleeping so you couldn’t even see the hand in front of your face if you wanted to. So you couldn’t see Connor as he nuzzled into the back of your neck, his presence becoming more intoxicating by the second. He lazily pushed your hair out of his way to expose your skin. He began to kiss slowly, his five o’ clock shadow brushing against you causing you to shiver. He moved upwards going to the side of your neck, before moving to the bottom of your jaw, and then your cheek.
“Connor,” you squeaked.
“Mmm?”
“What are you doing?”
“Kissin’ ya,” he purred moving your face towards him. You still couldn’t see him and besides hearing the hammering of your heart you could hear a drunk man singing in the streets. You wanted to sleep and get ready for your day tomorrow but now all you could think about was Connor when his lips covered yours. He still tasted of the booze he had consumed all day and it was making him a little sloppy as he moved slowly against you. You could easily keep up despite being exhausted, as you were sober. You found yourself becoming quickly intoxicated by him though as the kiss seemed never ending. Finally Connor pulled away stroking your cheek before he finally passed out. You snorted as his snores now filled the room as your heart still hammered violently against your chest.
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Murphy MacManus X FemReader
As St. Patrick’s Day loomed over the horizon, you and the other bartenders employed at the local establishment had used all week to prepare. Everyone was expecting large numbers of people that were going to be out to celebrate the holiday. The MacManus brothers were definitely going to be two in that crowd of people as they had warned you as such. You had been dating Murphy for some time but you both really didn’t get to do a lot together as majority of the time you were working. And despite him wanting to enjoy celebrating with you on the other side of the bar, it was just too much to ask to take the day off as your boss wanted to be prepared for the large number of customers. Booze littered every part of the backroom and behind the bar as you and the other tenders were loaded and prepared for the rush.
You were losing track of time as you filled glass after glass of whatever your customers wanted. You were certain you had removed a record of bottle caps in just this night alone. You had spotted Connor and Murphy come through the door but you couldn’t manage more than a wave towards them, which they returned but you didn’t see as another order took your attention away. You were losing stamina as the night continued on and on with no break in sight. You were given small breaks but they weren’t long enough as everyone was getting overwhelmed with keeping up without you. So tirelessly you worked and worked wanting to make this as fun as you could for all the celebrators.
One celebrator was not very happy at all as he sat at a table with his older brother, nursing another beer that he didn’t know the number of at this point. Empty shot glasses littered around him but still he glared at the bar and the many men surrounding you.
“Wha’s th’ look f’r Murph,” Connor slurred a little wobbly in his seat.
“Not’in’,” Murphy growled still glaring holes in the bar. But most of his wrath was towards the man talking to you and making you laugh.
“Sure don’ look like not’in’ t’ me.”
“Min’ ya bus’ness,” he warned. Connor shook his head while chuckling into his beer. 
Finally the rush hour died down and you were able to finally get a break that you needed all night. You wiped your hands on the apron tied around your waist and wiped the sweat from your brow. You didn’t realize how many people wanted the excuse to drink in abundance this night. You didn’t even have a chance to talk to the twins, other than the few times you were able to fill their glasses or hand them another bottle. You were sure Murphy would be in a bad mood by the lack of attention, but it wasn’t like you had done it on purpose. You decided to go find them if they were even still around and appease him. You had just pushed yourself from the wall to go find them when a hand grabbed your arm and pushed you back into the wall. You opened your mouth, ready to give the person in front of you a piece of your mind when Murphy’s face came into your vision. You snapped your mouth closed as you took in his bleary eyes and staggering body.
“Sorry Murph,” you apologized, “it’s been so busy tonight I really wanted to see you and Connor more.”
You didn’t get to say anything else before Murphy took your lips, kissing you roughly, his tongue entering your mouth as you could do nothing but stand there in shock. You tried kissing him back but he was so messy and drunk that you couldn’t find a rhyme or reason in the rhythm of his movements.
“Don’ t’lk about m’ bro’her,” he grunted finally releasing you and leaving you breathless.
You laughed cupping his cheek, “Sorry.”
You kissed him softly, hoping to show him that you still loved him. You wish you could have enjoyed the night drinking with him but instead you were making other’s nights enjoyable while Murphy had sat around and pouted. You wanted to make it up to him and Connor as you moved them up to the bar and entertained them the rest of the night with all the tricks you had learned just for this occasion. You also knew if you got Murphy drunk enough he wouldn’t be so cranky. Despite the holiday being crazy there’s no part of you that hated St. Patrick’s Day as it brought your two favorite people in your life into the little bar you worked at and stay for hours. No complaints would be uttered on your lips as you cracked open two more bottles and set them before the MacManus brothers ready to continue on no matter what came.
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Boondock Saints Fic Rec
So I told @bringinsexybackk69 I was going to do this a few weekends ago but I finally did it. I know I have read more, I just need to dig them up. Most of these have smut.
Connor x Reader
Elevator
Murphy x Reader
Smoldering
An Irishman and a Spider
Risk It All
The Couch 
Reader x Both Twins (No Twincest, the reader is just a lucky bitch who has a MacManus harem)
All or Nothing
Love in an elevator
Everybody Knows They’re in Love
Boondock Saints OC Arc (Long fic)
Happy Birthday Love
@autocon23 whole set of series too of course!
@littlegodzilla @minervadashwood @green-eyedladywrites @phoenixblack89
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Na Buachaillí - Part Two
Connor MacManus x fem!reader (no use of y/n)
You run into another Irishman. What are the odds?
Rating: Explicit, lemon, etc. Minors, DNI!
Word Count: 6,500
Warnings: Modern AU, some awkwardness, mentions of alcohol, blatant flirting, discussions of consent, fingering, protected piv sex, squirting.
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“Here’s your hat, here’s your clipboard, and here’s your station,” Emiliano told you, handing you each item in turn, then pointing downward as if to show the exact place he was talking about.
You accepted the red Santa hat, putting it on your head. The cheap fabric immediately made your forehead start to itch, but you accepted the clipboard and stood in the right spot anyway, offering Emiliano a polite smile that turned into a real one when he handed you a pen topped with an enormous red and green bow. 
“I know, I know,” he told you with a wince. “But sometimes people like to walk away with our pens. This makes that a little less likely.”
“Or a lot more noticeable,” you added with a laugh.
Emiliano smiled at you. “Exactly! You’ve got an easy job today: this is the online pre-registration check-in. When people bring their children up for the run, just mark the names off of the list. If the kids’ name isn’t on the list, send the family over to Tasha. She’ll make sure they have a ticket and get them checked in over there. Any questions?”
“Nope!” you said with cheery determination. Emiliano nodded, gave you his cell phone number in case you had questions or problems, and left to get someone else set up. 
Of all the temporary jobs you had taken on over the winter school break, this was the one you had been looking forward to the most. A hundred bucks to help set up, run, and tear down the Holiday 5K on Christmas Eve. 
Setup hadn’t been much more than positioning a few barricades around the 5K course and making the cocoa for the Cocoa Run, the short race aimed for runners under the age of ten. The Holiday 5K itself had already started and the young runners were about to start checking in for their own chance at glory…. or, more accurately, their chance at a white-painted, glitter-covered dollar-store trophy with a plastic polar bear superglued to the top of it.
It was terribly cheesy, but everyone seemed fine with that. Several of the 5K runners had been wearing all white or dressed as elves. Many of the children waiting to run were wearing costumes as well. The crowd was in good spirits, most of them dancing or singing along with the stereotypical holiday music that was being piped in over the area’s loudspeakers.
The first hour or so of signing in Cocoa Runners had gone smoothly. The Holiday 5K’s website had been fairly straightforward, so most of the online registration had gone without a hitch. The few times you had a name that was missing from the list, the runner and their family were in such good spirits that they didn’t mind being sent over to Tasha instead. All in all, things were moving along better than you could have hoped.
“Connor MacManus.”
You turned, eyebrows already arching upward. Most of the competitors for the Cocoa Run had already been checked in since the race was getting ready to start. Besides that, the man who had spoken definitely didn’t have a child with him. 
“Sorry,” you apologized immediately, scanning the heavily crossed-off list clipped to your clipboard. “Connor will have to be here before he can be checked in.”
“I am Connor,” the man told you. 
You narrowed your eyes slightly, letting yourself take the man in. He was wearing a red jacket and matching sweatpants, along with a bushy white beard and a Santa hat that somehow managed to look even cheaper than yours was. Blue eyes sparkled at you from under the painfully fake fur trimming the hat and you turned your attention back to the clipboard.
“I’m sorry,” you apologized again. “I don’t see a Connor on my list. Did you register online? Or are you maybe here for the 5K?”
There was a pause, then the voice came again, filled with amusement. “Are ye waitin’ for the clipboard tae answer ye, lass?”
This was not Murphy, you reminded yourself firmly as your heart picked up speed in your chest. It had been several days since you had slept with the virtual stranger and you had been too busy to give the experience much thought. But the blue eyes and the Irish lilt in this stranger’s voice made you think of him.
Still, you had asked a question and it was your job to get the answer. You met his amused gaze evenly, lifting your chin slightly as you reiterated, “This is the Cocoa Run, aimed at runners under the age of ten. If you didn’t register online for it, you’ll have to go speak with my colleague Tasha, who will get you registered now. If you’re looking for the 5K, it started half an hour ago. You can still participate if you want to; there are still quite a few runners out there.”
“Th’ 5K already started?” he checked. When you nodded, he pulled off the beard. “Fuck that.”
You smiled before you could help it. The man didn’t look much like Murphy, but something about his way of speaking - even beyond the accent - reminded you of your recent acquaintance. “If you already registered, there are no refunds-”
He shrugged. “Don’t need a refund. T’is is all fer charity, yeah?”
“It is,” you agreed, dimly registering the screams of excited children. The Cocoa Run must have started.
“Money well spent,” Connor said. “‘Sides, it means I don’t have tae worry about anyone seein’ me haul ass around th’ track in a Santa suit.”
“If you didn’t want to run, why did you sign up?” you asked curiously.
“Lost a bet,” he admitted with a smile.
Ah, the smile was familiar. When he wore that smile, you could almost believe this man was related to Murphy. You hated to seem like an ignorant American, but you couldn’t help but ask: “Do you have a brother who lives around here?”
Connor’s expression immediately grew… well, not shuttered, necessarily, but certainly secretive. “C’n I ask why ye’re askin’?”
“I met another guy with an Irish accent a few nights ago,” you explained, feeling instantly stupid as you heard it out loud.
Connor’s smirk didn’t help. “T’is may be a shock, but there can be more’n one Irishman out wanderin’ th’world. I might not even know this other guy.”
“Yeah, okay,” you agreed. No matter how thin your initial reasoning had been, Connor’s sarcasm only solidified your suspicions.
“Ye don’t believe me?” he asked, sounding deeply offended in a way that you didn’t believe for a moment. “Ireland’s a small place, but t’isn’t that small.”
You hummed a skeptical agreement. “And the fact that you both have the same sarcastic wit is just a coincidence.”
“Ye know what I t’ink?” Connor asked, leaning a little closer with a conspiratory smile. “I t’ink you’re lookin’ fer someone tae replace this other Irishman. Lucky fer ye, I don’t mind a bit.”
Despite yourself, you laughed at that. You and Murphy had shared a one-night stand, nothing more. Connor’s guess made it sound like you were pining after the other man, searching for something to fill the gap of a relationship. That wasn’t your style, not even when your marriage with Paul had ended. Well, theoretically ended. The legal stuff was still going on and would be for a while, but you had never moped about the fact that things were over.
Connor shook his head at you, the puff at the point of his Santa hat flopping ridiculously at the motion. “Can’t help but feel ye ain’t takin’ me seriously, lass.”
“Connor!” someone called. “Shit, is it already over? Did I miss it?” 
A figure rushed up to the pair of you. Recognizing Rocco took only a moment - his hair and beard were still wild and it even looked like he was wearing the same outfit. The only difference was that his sunglasses were pushed up into his hair, holding some of the curls back like an awkward-looking headband. It was a concession to the overcast skies, you guessed.
“Hey, Rocco,” you greeted, tossing a victorious look in Connor’s direction. “Everything okay?”
“Yeah, promised Murph I’d get some pictures’a this asshole running around dressed as Santa,” Rocco explained, gesturing to Connor. “What happened? He didn’t win, did he?”
“Won th’ whole t’ing,” Connor told him proudly.
“He didn’t run,” you said at the same time.
Rocco laughed. “Shit, after all’a that, you didn’t even run? Fuckin’ hell.”
A passing parent shot Rocco a dirty look as you muttered an apology for the language on his behalf. That was the only reason you didn’t see Rocco holding up his scratched phone to get a picture of you and Connor. When you glanced back at him, you were greeted by the sight of him snapping a picture. 
“I would have moved out of the shot,” you mumbled. 
“Nah, you’re proof that none’a this was staged,” Rocco told you cheerfully. “Not workin’ at the diner today, then?”
“No,” you denied, but frowned. “I don’t think I am? Hang on…”
You surreptitiously pulled your phone from your pocket, balancing it on the clipboard like you were checking the date or time. Your schedule showed you the necessary information immediately and you tucked the phone away less than a minute after getting it out. 
“No, I’m not at the diner tonight.”
Rocco and Connor were both watching you with lifted brows. You offered them a self-conscious shrug. “I’m working about four temp jobs right now. It’s a little hard to keep track of where I’m working and when.”
Connor’s look of surprise had turned to a deep frown. “But why are ye-?”
“Whew!” you interrupted, bouncing on your toes. “I can’t wait for this to end so I can go warm up. That wind goes straight through you!”
“Wait there,” Connor instructed, hurrying away. 
You and Rocco watched him go before you turned to the other man. “Uh… If my supervisor tells me I need to go somewhere, I’ll have to just leave.”
“MacManuses,” Rocco sighed, accompanying the brief explanation with a roll of his eyes.
“So Connor is Murphy’s brother?” you asked, sensing the chance to get an actual answer. “The one he works with?”
“Yeah, that’s them. They work together, live together, drink together, fight together…” Rocco trailed, shrugging. “They’re twins. Whaddaya expect, ya know?”
You gave an impartial hum at that. If they were so close, why was Connor being so weird about confirming that he even knew Murphy? 
Before you could put much thought into the inner machinations of a stranger - a pair of strangers, really - Connor returned. He was holding two cups of cocoa. 
“Thanks,” Rocco said gratefully, grabbing one of them and taking a drink.
“That was fer her, ye dick,” Connor berated, giving you an apologetic look. “Don’t suppose ye’d be okay wit’ sharin’? I already added somethin’ extra to mine.”
He held up a small silver flask. You smiled, but shook your head. “I’m good, thanks.”
Rocco hit Connor in the shoulder. “C’mon man, ‘course she wouldn’t take any’a that! There could be anything in that shady fuckin’ flask of yours.”
“It’s a flask,” Connor explained slowly. “What else’d be in it, lighter fluid?”
“Nah, like…” Rocco cast about for an example as Connor signaled impatiently for him to finish. You watched the process with interest and more than a little amusement. “Like roofies or some shit.”
“Th’fuck?” Connor demanded immediately. The next moment, he was facing you, eyes pleading. “I wouldn’t do that, lass. T’isn’t anyt’ing like that. Here…”
He took a large swig of cocoa, gulping it despite the way you could see steam rising from the liquid’s surface. You winced in sympathy, but he seemed unbothered. 
“Or I c’n jus’ get ye a fresh one since this idiot drank yer’s,” Connor concluded, swiping at Rocco, who took a quick step backward to avoid his cocoa being upended over him. 
You laughed despite the chaos of the little scene. “It’s okay, Connor. Thank you, but I probably shouldn’t. This is a temp job, but I’m still technically at work.”
“If ye’re sure…” Connor trailed dubiously. 
“I am, but I appreciate the offer,” you told him. It seemed like a good parting statement, so you were surprised when Connor and Rocco continued to stick around. Rocco made his excuses after he had finished his cocoa, but only because he had to run some errands for his boss. He bade you a cheerful goodbye, which you gladly returned as he walked away.
You watched Rocco leave, curious. “What does Rocco do, exactly?”
“Nothin’ good, that’s fer sure,” Connor said darkly. “How about ye, lass? What do ye do when ye’re not jugglin’ four temp jobs?”
“I teach high school science,” you told him, grinning at the disgusted noise he made. “It isn’t for everyone, but it’s a passion of mine.”
“So… biology and…” Connor squinted, clearly trying to scrape up another kind of science. “...Zoology?”
With effort, you kept a straight face. “Well, the zoology budget is pretty thin in Boston’s high schools, but yes to biology. I also occasionally teach chemistry, physics, anatomy and physiology, and I’m trying to convince the board to let me add a marine biology class.”
Connor puffed out a breath. “Ye’re too smart to be talkin’ tae th’ likes o’ me.”
“Everyone’s smart in a different way,” you countered. “I’m sure you know things I’ve never even thought to wonder about.”
He shook his head with a wry smile. “Pas à moins que ce soit une autre langue.”
“I beg your pardon?”
Connor chuckled and took a gulp of his spiked cocoa. “I’m good wit’ languages. Me an’ Murph both are.”
“What language was that?” you pressed, trying to remember the flowing words. “Italian?”
“Nah, but close,” he praised. “It was French.”
“That’s really impressive, Connor!” you told him. “Languages have always been a bit of a struggle for me. Do you speak any others?”
“A few,” Connor said, giving you a sideways sort of glance. “Ye like smart guys, yeah? That how ye met dat husband o’ yers? Is he a teacher, too?”
“Murphy mentioned him, huh?” you asked, trying to disguise your wince with a playful duck of your head.
“Weren’t no big deal, lass,” he brushed off. “Jus’ told me ye were goin’ through a divorce.”
You nodded, offering a weak smile. “Yeah, that’s true. But he wasn’t a teacher. He was a lawyer.”
“A lawyer?” Connor repeated, sounding thoughtful. “So’s he representin’ himself, then?”
You snorted. “I wish! Paul has a high opinion of his own abilities, but even he wouldn’t go that far. He’s gotten one of his friends to represent him.”
Connor nodded slowly, but Emiliano walked up. “How did it go?”
“Perfectly fine!” you told him, giving a professional smile and turning the clipboard so he could see it. “Everyone who registered online showed up.”
“Excellent!” Emiliano told you, beaming. “Some of the other volunteers have already started taking down the 5K barriers, so if you want to go help break down the cocoa tent, that would be great! It looks like it’s going to start snowing anytime, so we’re trying to tear down in a hurry.”
“On my way!” you chirped. When you turned back to Connor, he was already starting for the cocoa tent. “What are you doing?”
“Helpin’,” he said simply, then expanded when you tilted your head at him. “Me ma didn’t raise me to sit back an’ watch when there’s work tae be done.”
“We’re getting paid,” you reminded him. “You aren’t.”
“T’is a charitable time o’ year, lass,” he told you with a smile. “‘Sides, I was hopin’ ye might want tae spend a little time together after this.”
“Yeah?” you asked. Your brain twisted what could have been a casual invitation to hang out into something decidedly different. As a result, the single word came out in a tone you could have described as ‘sultry’.
You would have died of embarrassment on the spot if Connor’s eyes hadn’t flicked down your body in a slow study that ended with a salacious grin when he met your eyes again. “Yeah. If ye’re interested, o’ course.”
You smirked, but didn’t reply. If you were reading the signs correctly, you were in for a good time before your overnight shift… though you would need to have a rather awkward conversation first.
Connor rolled with that easily, staying silent until he helped Emiliano move some of the tables. The organizer was clearly struggling, but Connor took on more of the weight without complaint. When the table was safely delivered to the truck so it could be taken back to storage, Emiliano chuckled and clapped him on the shoulder. “Strong guy, huh? Where were you when we were setting everything up this morning?”
Connor just laughed and shook Emiliano’s hand. He preened slightly and flexed when you looked his way. “Weren’t nothin’, lass. ‘Course, I’ve always been stronger than me little brother. I t’ink it’s because he’s a smoker…” Connor shook his head in heavily exaggerated disappointment. “Disgustin’ habit, that.”
“Little brother?” you asked, ignoring the smoking comments. “I’m pretty sure Rocco said you were twins.”
“Oh, we are,” he assured you. “But even so, one’s got tae be older. And we both know it’s me. ‘Both’ bein’ ye an’ I. Murph’s in a bit o’ denial about it all.”
You hummed skeptically, but Connor didn’t hear it over Emiliano’s voice. “And that’s it for this year’s Holiday 5K! Thanks, everyone, for helping out. It’s starting to snow, so be careful. Get home safe and have a happy holiday season!”
A quick glance upward confirmed Emiliano’s words: it was indeed snowing. It wasn’t really a shock. Boston had gotten little snow showers almost every day for the past week, but there was something special about snow on Christmas Eve. A smile stretched across your face as you watched the flurries glide their way to the ground.
“Well?” Connor asked, drawing your attention away from the snow. “What do ye say, lass? Want tae keep spendin’ time wit’ me?”
You took a deep breath as you eyed him. You were never the most confident when it came to situations like this. It was considered sexy for things to be hinted at, implied… and you were someone who liked things to be extremely clear. It was possible you were misinterpreting Connor’s invitation and he really was just trying to be friendly to a lonely woman during the holidays. 
But you doubted it. Why would anyone volunteer to spend time with their brother’s one-night stand unless he was interested in a similar arrangement? Of course, why would he be interested in his brother’s leftovers?
You pulled yourself from your spiraling thoughts. If you had misjudged the situation and he was interested, you were just as well off as you would have been otherwise. If you had misjudged it and he wasn’t interested, you would just be the weird lady who propositioned him while you were both wearing matching cheap Santa hats. 
“I’d like that,” you agreed, but signaled for him to wait as he started to smile. “I feel like I should tell you, though: I slept with your brother.”
Despite your nerves, Connor grinned. “Believe it or not, I already knew that. I texted m’brother as soon as I saw ye. It don’t bother neither o’ us. Does it bother ye?”
You almost laughed at that. Did it bother you, the idea of sleeping with the brother of your one and only one-night stand? It probably should have been a resounding yes. You had never been one for casual sex, and there was something even more intimate about the fact that your prospective partners knew each other. Actually, the morality clause in your teaching contract alone should have been enough to push you into thanking Connor and sending him on his way. 
But it had been a hard year. Paul was dragging you through the mud and you would have to deal with much worse before it was over. Sleeping with two people in the span of a week was an anomaly for you, but you weren’t going to turn it down… especially since those two people were sexy Irishmen. 
You smiled at Connor. “Doesn’t bother me a bit.”
“Okay, den,” he agreed, stepping close enough that your heart picked up pace. “Can I kiss ye, lass?”
“Yes.”
Connor’s lips were soft, but you could only enjoy them for a moment before he got impatient. The small sting of his teeth nipping at your lower lip made you gasp, allowing Connor to deepen the kiss. By then, of course, you had been distracted by the sweep of his talented tongue.
You weren’t pulled back to awareness until a group of teenagers passed by, calling loud suggestions about what you should do next. You broke the kiss and rested your forehead against Connor’s shoulder. “Well, that was embarrassing.”
“They c’n mind their own business,” Connor countered. “But they do make a fair point about location. Ye want tae take this somewhere else?”
“Please,” you said with a decisive nod. “My apartment is a few blocks away from here, unless you’d rather go to your place?”
He grinned. “Murph’s stuck at work an’ we’d have th’ place tae ourselves, but it’s a bit further away than I’d like. Do ye mind if we go tae yours?”
“Let’s go,” you suggested, glancing at the sky. The snow hadn’t dramatically picked up, but there were some foreboding clouds rolling in. “We can probably just walk there.”
“Aye, I know how ye like walkin’ to and from yer jobs,” Connor agreed. 
You were about to make a sarcastic comment about Irishmen owning their own cars if they wanted to drive around so badly, but he distracted you when he laced his fingers with yours. Clearly noting the breath you had taken and released without a word, Connor smirked at you. “Somethin’ ye wanted tae say, lass?”
“Not a smoker, huh?” you asked, raising your eyebrows at him until he gave a sheepish smile.
“I had a smoke jus’ before I spoke tae ye,” he admitted. “But if ye kiss like that every time, I’m a very recent quitter.”
“You had a cigarette right before you were going to run a 5K,” you reminded him. “That doesn’t sound like someone who particularly wants to quit. It’s really not my business…”
“Hey, c’n ye blame me?” Connor asked with a shrug. “I knew I was goin’ to speak wit’ a pretty girl while I was wearin’ a Santa hat an’ a big beard.”
“You’re still wearing a Santa hat,” you pointed out, reaching up for the offending fabric.
Connor swatted your hands away. “Not on yer life. Not until I have a mirror an’ a comb tae fix th’ damage.”
The laugh burst out of you, startling Connor, but he joined in a moment later. You decided not to tell Connor he was attractive enough to pull off hat hair. It was true, but he probably didn’t need to be reminded of it. He seemed to have a tendency toward cockiness. 
Since it was earlier in the day than when you had brought Murphy in, there were more people milling around your apartment building and you had to refrain from making out with Connor in the elevator. You did your best to make up for it with enthusiasm when you got into your apartment, though, almost tackling him with the force of your eagerness.
When you finally broke apart, your jacket was unzipped and Connor’s scarf was unwound from its original place around his neck. Connor chuckled lowly. The sound, paired with the heat in his eyes, made you shiver.
At least, until you caught sight of the time. “Shit. I have to work tonight.”
“Do ye need me tae leave?” Connor asked, sounding like the words were dragged from him.
“No, but we-” You shifted your weight uncomfortably. “This will have to be kind of quick. Are you okay with that?”
“Well, I’d prefer to take me time wit’ ye…” Connor said, eyes raking over you, “but I suppose we c’n speed it along.”
“Great,” you said with a relieved smile. “There’s the kitchen, pantry, coat closet, bathroom, bedroom.”
Then you had to pause for a second to let the strong sense of deja vu pass. You had given Murphy the exact same verbal tour. You would feel bad giving Murphy an idea of your apartment’s layout but not doing the same for Connor. Was it weird to worry about the fairness of the situation when having two single encounters with men who just happened to be brothers? Was it weirder to deny that it was weird?
The questions only multiplied when Connor went for your bedroom, letting you inside first before trailing in behind you. The last person you had brought into your room had been Murphy. He and Connor didn’t share much of a resemblance, but there was something about the way he looked, watching you and getting ready to strip off his clothing…
“Are ye okay?” Connor asked, ducking his head a little to catch your eyes. You had been staring blankly at the bed, but you had no idea how long it had been going on. “Or are ye thinkin’ about me brother?”
“Not… about him, exactly…” you hedged.
“Told ye, I’m fine wit’ it,” Connor reminded you with a careless shrug. “Are ye? We c’n call th’ whole thing off if ye want.”
“I don’t want that,” you said distinctly, feeling it ring true in your chest. 
Connor hummed, his fingers toying with the hem of your Holiday 5K shirt. “Then how ‘bout, instead o’ us tryin’ to guess how the other feels, we jus’ focus on makin’ each other feel good?”
You smiled. “Sounds perfect.”
“Good. I’m gonna get ye naked now,” Connor warned before he lifted your shirt up and over your head. You did the same for him a moment later, and managed to unzip and push his pants away before he unfastened your bra. The sight of your bare breasts distracted him badly and you had him completely stripped by the time he got back to work.
“Slow down, lass,” he urged. “Let a man catch up, yeah?”
“We’re in a hurry, remember?” you asked, palming his hardening cock. 
He hissed out a breath and you froze, worried you had hurt him somehow. Instead, you glanced up to find that he had paused in undoing your pants to stare at you. His blue eyes seemed darker. “I hope ye’re ready fer me, sweetheart. If ye keep doin’ that, I won’t be able tae control meself.”
You smiled at him, but it turned to a gasp when Connor yanked your pants and underwear down, then pushed you backward onto the bed as he pulled the rumpled clothing from your feet. When he stood back up, Connor pressed his hips between your thighs, urging you to stay open for him. It wasn’t a difficult choice.
With the space he had created for himself, Connor trailed his fingers across your collarbone, over the swells of your breasts, and down your stomach in a leisurely exploration that left no doubts about his intended destination.
All thoughts of being in a hurry fled from your mind as you watched him work his way lower and lower until his fingertips were parting your folds. The mildly cool air of the room felt glacial against the heat of your core, but it was only another layer of stimulation added to everything you were already experiencing. 
When his finger brushed between your lips, though, you felt that sensation clearly. Your hips pressed forward reflexively, trying to push closer to that teasing touch. Connor hummed, eyes fixed between your legs, and slowly pushed that finger into you. 
Your gasp felt too loud in the room, but you couldn’t help yourself. Connor’s eyes flicked to you as one corner of his mouth pulled up in a tiny smirk, but his gaze dropped again as he began to slowly pump the digit in and out of you. You could feel the way your body started to relax around the intrusion, gripping him by choice instead of in protest.
It was bliss, but it somehow became something even more when he started feathering his thumb over your clit. Your mouth fell open and you couldn’t close it, not if you wanted to take in enough air.
“Connor…” you sighed.
He hummed again, the depth of his voice turning it into half a growl. “I like when ye say me name.”
And since he apparently intended to make you say it again, Connor increased the pace of everything he was doing. It made your toes curl with pleasure, but you caught sight of another clock, the glowing numbers of the digital face burning into your brain and leaving you with a sense of frantic urgency.
“We… have to-” Your reminder cut off with a gasp as Connor pressed his thumb harder against your clit than he had up to that point. You bit back a plea. “Fuck, Connor!”
He pulled his hand free, leaving you staring up at him, bewildered. “Heard ye th’ firs’ time, lass. Short on time. Ye don’t need tae swear at me fer it.”
The humorous glint in Connor’s eyes told you that he was teasing and you gritted your teeth. He knew exactly what he was doing to you. You glowered at him, but he didn’t see it. He was too busy putting on a condom and, by the time he refocused on you, your own attention was on more important things than fighting with him. 
You were still sitting on the edge of the bed. When Connor approached, you began to scoot slowly backward across the surface of the mattress, but he grabbed you around the waist. “An’ where do ye t’ink ye’re goin’?”
“Onto the bed..?” you answered questioningly.
“Ye’re already on th’ bed, ain’t ye? ‘Sides, since we’re in such a hurry…” he teased, interrupting himself as he kissed you. “I will need this, though.”
He pulled one of your pillows down the bed. “Lie back fer me.”
When you did, Connor lifted your hips, settling the pillow beneath them so your torso was flat on the bed while your lower body was elevated for him. You watched him curiously. “What are you doing, Connor?”
“Trust me,” he urged, patting your knee, “an’ tell me if anything starts tae hurt.”
You nodded, not trusting your voice enough to verbally confirm that. It wasn’t that you distrusted Connor, not in the slightest. Hell, you wouldn’t have brought him back here in the first place if you didn’t trust him. You were just worried you wouldn’t measure up to his expectations. Whatever Murphy had told him that convinced him to flirt with you, you didn’t want to be a disappointment.
Connor - blissfully unaware of the grinding of your internal monologue - grasped your leg just above the curve of your calf muscle and placed it over his shoulder. The stretch was intense at first, but eased until you were comfortable enough. That was a surprise, since flexibility wasn’t a particular talent of yours, but something about the pillow under your hips and the fact that Connor was leaning down made it bearable.
“Okay so far?” Connor asked.
You shrugged. “Not bad.”
He nodded reassuringly, placed the tip of himself against your entrance, and drove into you with one strong push. Your breath caught at the unexpected fullness, but you were a little distracted, mentally changing your opinion of this position from ‘not bad’ to ‘amazing’.
When he was pressed as far into you as he could get, Connor pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Are ye alright?”
“I’m fine.” It was the truth, too. Since it hadn’t been such a long span of time since your last sexual encounter, you weren’t struggling with the lengthy adjustment period you’d had with Murphy. You didn’t tell Connor any of that, of course. “We can keep going.”
“Be careful, lass,” Connor warned you. “I won’t be gentle. We’re on a schedule, after all.”
You smiled at that despite yourself. “I think I can handle it.”
“We’ll see,” he said, grinning. With a last nod from you, he withdrew and slammed back into you so quickly that you gasped. He raised an eyebrow, though you could see the way his muscles were beginning to tremble from trying to hold back. “Yeah?”
“Yeah, all good,” you insisted.
Connor took you at your word, setting a steady pace built up in cycles of withdrawing slowly and thrusting back in. It felt like an exclamation point at the completion of every circle and you soon picked up the rhythm, lifting your hips in time with his thrusts. 
“Look so good, sweetheart,” Connor told you, voice strained with effort. “Pretty little thing all spread out under me.”
He reached out and ran his fingers over one of your breasts, giving your nipple the slightest tweak. You arched for him, supporting yourself on your shoulder blades to give him better access. “Like that, do ye? I c’n tell; squeezin’ me so tight I c’n hardly move.”
As if to prove that was a lie, Connor drove into you with a firm thrust that left you writhing on the bed. You reached out for him, but all that met your searching fingers was air. You pouted… at least, as much as anyone could pout while gasping for breath. “You’re so far away, Connor.”
“I c’n fix that,” he offered, leaning down a little closer to you. The stretch in your hamstring intensified slightly, but the burn only added to the fire burning in your gut.
Connor planted one hand on the bed beside your head, the other keeping its original position on your hips. It put him close enough for you to wrap your arms around his shoulders, feeling the way the muscles tensed and danced under your hands as he continued to take you apart with his demanding pace. 
Most devastatingly, though, this angle left Connor thrusting directly against something inside you that made you fight not to openly wail. Was it your g-spot? You had heard stories from other women about the depth of their pleasure with a g-spot orgasm, but you’d never managed to find yours. You tried to memorize the exact spot where the overwhelming feeling seemed to stem from, but your mind was busy melting.
After a few thrusts that seemed to stroke that magical place directly, you could feel yourself starting the inevitable spiral. “Connor, I’m-”
Your warning was cut off as your head kicked back. You gave a hoarse gasp as the world exploded. In the past, you had read all of the cliches about ‘white-hot pleasure’ in romance novels and dismissed it as artistic license, but this was so far beyond anything you had ever experienced that it was all you could think of. Your limbs tightened around Connor, trying to hold him in place, but the rippling waves of your core only spurred him to move even faster. 
By the time you could finally see and hear again, Connor was staring down at you, wide-eyed. “Are ye okay?”
“Yes,” you bit out, realizing with something almost like dread that another orgasm was already approaching. “And I think it’s going to happen again.”
“Already?” he asked, sounding both surprised and pleased.
“I think so. I’m already close.” 
“Then we’ll go together,” Connor decided. You tried to nod, but the only thing you could focus on was the building of pleasure in your belly. Connor’s hand cracked over the sensitive stretch where your asscheek met the top of your thigh. “Come on, lass.”
“I can’t wait any-” You couldn’t even finish the statement before your body locked down around him. This time, it almost seemed determined to tear you apart, your muscles cramping even as they locked into the agonizing tension of a mind-boggling orgasm. Distantly, you heard Connor curse and begin to buck into your depths, but you were only peripherally aware of your body. With the single remaining scrap of rational thought left in your head, you wondered if you were going to pass out from the sheer overload of sensation. 
And then it was over. You and Connor were collapsed against your bedspread, both of you lying at an odd angle with the pillow still propping your hips upward. 
You couldn’t feel anything below your knees and elbows and dimly wondered if you had some kind of nerve damage. The mere thought of trying to investigate that left you feeling more exhausted than you could remember feeling, so you decided to wait and see if the feeling came back. 
That was all forgotten as you felt a trickle of liquid run from your pulsing core down to your ass.
You gasped, struggling to sit up. “Connor! Did the condom break?”
Connor frowned, pulling out of you with a groan. That last bit of sensation seemed to send an aftershock through both of you and you shuddered together as you stared down at Connor’s cock.
The condom was intact, completely covering him. Connor glanced at you curiously. “Why did ye think it broke?”
“I felt something wet,” you explained, slapping him weakly when he gave you a dirty smile. “Not that. Something thinner. More… liquid. I don’t know. It was weird.”
“Ye did squirt when ye came th’ second time,” Connor told you. 
You frowned. “No, I- I didn’t. Did I? I’ve never done that before.”
“Do ye usually come twice so quickly?” he asked, tucking a hand behind his head and letting his eyes fall shut.
“No, but I think you found my g-spot.”
“Did I, now?” There was a satisfied little grin playing around his mouth. “Well, they say a woman’s more likely tae squirt with a g-spot orgasm.”
You raised an eyebrows, even knowing that he couldn’t see you. “Do you know a lot about women’s g-spot orgasms?”
“I’ve put th’ work in,” Connor said. “An’ what I didn’t know, I researched. If I can’t make someone feel good, why should they keep comin’ back?”
With an unconvinced hum, you let yourself collapse back on the bed, though you moved the pillow out of the way first. After you shared the silence for a few long minutes, you heard Connor shift slightly. “Do ye really have tae go tae work tonight?”
“Yeah,” you said. Even to yourself, you didn’t sound excited about it. “Speaking of, I should probably go shower.”
“Wake me up when ye’re done, will ye?” Connor requested, closing his eyes again. “Don’t think I c’n move jus’ yet.”
You laughed despite yourself and dragged your way to the bathroom.
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Author's Note - I would like to say this is the end, but I've wanted to write for the Boondock Saints for a long time. I'll probably end up writing more for this little story, but I'm not sure when.
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Just Keep Swimming (That’s How The Song Went, Right?) - Chapter 42 - AutoCon23 - The Walking Dead & Related Fandoms [Archive of Our Own]
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Could you write Murphy with a nurse at the prison after the 2nd movie? I think he would be a big flirt.
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Sorry for making you wait, here I come with your request!
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The Prisoner and the Nurse.
Murphy Macmanus x Nurse!Reader.
One shot. Anon Request.
Warnings: fluff and flirting. Murphy being cute.
Words: 1900.
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The sun is barely rising over the horizon when you park the car in your area. All is quiet, not even the birds seem to have woken up, you give your coffee the last treat to try to engage your brain and sigh turning off the car engine. Your gaze drifts forward, metal fences and a huge concrete building, rough and barely windowed welcomes you. You sigh heavily, you don't hate your job, you like it, you became a nurse to help others, but sometimes, days are hard.
When you are totally convinced that you should start the day, you get out of the car taking your personal things plus a box with new material, the prison works with Boston Central Hospital, they are the ones who supply you with drugs and clinical material when you run out, but the other day you stopped by their office to sign some reports and you took the opportunity to take some things yourself, the rest they would bring with a delivery van, as usual.
As you walk down the corridor outside, the security guards greet you and say good morning as they do every morning. You wave with a smile and enter the rough building, greeting more of your colleagues inside.
"Good morning." You say signing the sign-in sheet as you do every morning. "How was your night?"
"Quiet, there was a little commotion at dinner time, but it stopped quickly."
"Good, that means I'll have a quiet morning." You say with relief, but you see the policeman smile. "What?"
You open the security door to the infirmary and then close it behind you, it's a direct access from the entrance area where prisoners can't get in, it's always locked and guarded to prevent escapes. You leave your things on your desk and put on your work clothes. You take the box you have brought with you and look over to the area where you have the stretchers. You roll your eyes as you discover one of the prisoners there. He's sitting on the edge of one of the gurneys, waiting impatiently by the way he's moving his legs.
"What was it this time, Murphy?" you say, setting the box down on another empty gurney.
Murphy MacManus is one of the newest inmates to arrive at the prison along with his brother Connor, the twins have life sentences without the possibility of parole or reduced sentences for killing a few people. None of them were good people, but justice says murder is forbidden, no matter how many corrupt pigs you take down, so there he is. In the time he's been there, his brother Connor is calmer and more level-headed, but Murphy, hyperactive by nature, gets into more trouble and spends more time than you'd expect in your clinic, it's common to find him sleeping there when you showed up in the morning or in the middle of the day to be escorted there by the police with a face full of blood and red knuckles.
"Don't worry, lass, ya'll see the other one." He always joked, though it was never funny.
"Morning, love, ya look beautiful in the morning." He compliments you and you feel your cheeks redden.
He does that a lot too, compliments and compliments are the order of the day when he visits you. It doesn't get uncomfortable because he doesn't go overboard with them, he just does it to see your reaction and when he finds out what you're uncomfortable, he stops. Murphy has learned to read you from day one, he is observant and easily absorbs the information people offer him, even if they don't realize it.
"I just woke up, we both know that's a lie." You reply and he lets out a chuckle, shrugging his shoulders. "Okay, where's the fire?"
"There isn't any, I've been a good boy and I haven't fought with anyone." He says puffing out his chest with pride.
"Then what are you doing here?" You look at him raising an eyebrow. Murphy looks at you with intensity, stops shaking his legs and chews his lip nervously. You feel a shiver run through you and try to ignore it.
"I was just coming in for my usual checkup."
"Your checkup was last week, Murphy." You remind him.
"I know, I'm here for the results."
"Don't you think we would have let you know if there were any abnormalities?" you insist, but he shrugs without moving from his seat.
"Maybe I've come for something else." He insists and you look at him sideways.
"For God's sake, I'm gonna throw up." You hear a male voice on the other side of the curtain, on another of the gurneys.
"Shut up!" Murphy barks.
"Connor?" Surprised, you peek over, Murphy's twin is lying there, he does have a swollen cheekbone and a split lip, not to mention a bandaged hand. "But... What happened?" You look at him worriedly approaching him.
"It was nothing, lass, some guy got really annoying yesterday and I politely explained him to shut up." Connor comments, sitting up a little on the gurney as you examine him closely.
"So where's the other one?"
"They took him to the hospital."
"Connor!" You look at him, eyes widening.
"It was just some broken ribs!" He defends himself. "But the guy wouldn't stop crying and they had to take him away."
"For God's sake..." You snort in frustration. "Is it every day you guys have to hit someone?"
"It's not our fault, love, they just don't have any manners." Murphy explains.
"Yeah, of course..." You laugh softly shaking your head. "Does it hurt?" you look at Connor massaging his wrist gently.
"It was just a bad gesture, I'm fine." He nods, you hum and change his bandage tightening it a little more.
"Is it okay?" You look at him.
"Perfect, thanks... you can keep flirting with my brother, I'm gonna sleep some more." He tells you mischievously.
"I don't..." You stammer, but Connor looks at you with a smirk and you punch him in the arm. "Shut up." You mutter leaving him on the gurney, returning to your desk where you've left the box with the new stuff.
You know it's not right, that you shouldn't feel so comfortable with them, but they are not bad people, you have fun with their jokes and their company, it's funny sometimes you feel safer with them than with the guards when you are with another prisoner. Still you're aware that you can't have that trust and affinity with them, they're prisoners, they've killed people, that should scare you and keep you on your toes, so Connor hinting that Murphy is flirting with you should bother you more than make your stomach fill with butterflies.
"Do you want me to help you?" Murphy asks you, close behind you.
"Thanks, Murphy, but no need." You smile kindly at him, opening the box and peering inside.
He looks at you a little disappointed by your refusal, bites his lip and steps back a little, so as not to disturb you, putting his hands in the pockets of the orange jumpsuit. You sigh and look at him, it's like you left a puppy abandoned on the street in the middle of a storm.
"Okay, I'll tell you what's there, the quantity and you mark it on the delivery note." You tell him pointing to the paper. "Okay?"
"Sure! We make a great team, you'll see."
Connor on his gurney, rolls his eyes rolling over trying to get some more sleep. All the inmates there have tasks and duties throughout the day, always imposed by the warden or the guards, but they always seem to do as they please. You read the names of the medicines and utensils you have brought with you, Murphy at your side hums for you to continue as he makes marks on the paper you have given him, verifying the contents and the exact amount. Some things are missing and others you've been given more than you asked for, but that's okay, you know you won't have to make a long list for the next order and if you have an emergency, you'll have plenty of supplies to spare.
"Thank you, Murphy, you've helped me a lot." You tell him sincerely, he smiles happy to be of help, like a puppy when he learns a new trick and gets a treat for it. You laugh softly and stretch to place the new boxes of bandages on their corresponding shelf.
"Wait, lass, let me help you." He moves quickly and stands behind you.
Taller than you, he reaches for the box without much trouble, your hands touching, his fingers brushing your skin to remove the box and put it back in place. You freeze, his body pressing yours against the table, you feel his chest pressed against your back, the warmth of his skin transmitting to yours, his heavy breathing brushing against your ear, giving you goose bumps. Your heart starts pounding as you hold your breath, but you don't say or do anything, you let him slowly pull away and when he does, his fingers run over your head and down your side, an unnecessary touch, of course, but the butterflies inside your stomach don't let you think straight. You turn slowly, his body still very close to yours, you look sideways at him discovering a shy smile on his mouth, but his eyes sparkling with mischief.
"Murphy..."
"Is everything all right here?" The warden's voice pulls you out of your reverie and you quickly push the prisoner away from you. "Nurse... Are these guys giving you trouble again?"
"No, no, Connor had an accident yesterday at dinner time, sir and I was giving him a check up." You explain quickly trying to regain your composure.
"Ya, I heard about his "accident" as usual causing trouble... And his brother? He looks pretty healthy to me."
"Murphy was helping me with the inventory." You say sincerely. "I brought some stuff and medication that was running low and he helped me set it all up."
"An inmate with access to medication and sharps? I don't think so, miss, you should be more careful." He reproaches you and you lower your gaze, embarrassed. "You were recommended for this job because you were professional and above all smart, don't make me regret my decision." He warns you. "Never trust them, they are here for serious crimes, you never know when they might act again and you are vulnerable... you would be their first target." He makes you understand and you nod your head.
"Of course sir, I apologize, it won't happen again..." You assure him by nodding your head.
"Alright boys, take the MacManus brothers back to their cells, they have outdoor yard duty today and their mates have already started."
"But sir, Connor MacManus has an injured wrist..."
"Well, he has the other hand." He shrugs and you open your mouth to protest again.
"Don't worry, lass, it doesn't hurt, we can work." You're cut off by Connor getting off the gurney. "Thank you for your care, come on Murph."
The two brothers are handcuffed by the guards to be escorted to their cell to get their things and get to work with the rest of their ward mates. Murphy looks at you one last time, his face has darkened a bit, he seems annoyed that you have been interrupted, still he gives you a soft smile by way of farewell. You look away, wanting to ignore him. The director is right, they are dangerous people, you can't let those sweet, kind eyes soften you.
You know it's not right, but you still can't control the butterflies in your stomach.
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The End.
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Noisy Neighbors Chapter 4
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Summary: It had been two weeks since you last saw Murphy at his apartment, your job was going well and you two have been calling back and forth. It was Saturday finally, the night you planned to share drinks at McGintys to celebrate.
Pairing: Murphy MacManus x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 1.6k
Warnings: [18+], slow burn, complicated feelings, miscommunication, fluff, little bit of angst because why not. drinking, cursing, mentions of drug use, smoking.
Your POV:
It was Saturday, the weekend. The one thing you where looking forward to all week. You where excited about your job. Happy that you found something that paid well. But a certain MacManus brother was keeping your attention. You and Murphy had been calling back and forth. Talking about anything and everything.
Hearing your phone ring made you so excited. Hoping each time it was Murphy on the other side. It was just easy to talk to Murphy, and you both bonded over similar interest. Happy that you where getting closer as friends. You both had agreed to meet at McGintys tonight for drinks. You had been spending all afternoon trying to find something to wear. You were so nervous about this. But it was just drinks with Murphy!? You shouldn't be this nervous.
Finally deciding on a nice pair of jeans and tank top. You threw on your jacket and grabbed your purse. Hearing your phone buzz near by, you looked around and found it laying on your bed. You grabbed it and answered. “Hello?” You said with a small smile on your face.
“Hey there las, miss me yet?” You herd Murphy's voice through the phone. Making your heart flutter, feeling your nerves just wash away. Something about him just made you feel calm and relaxed. “Murphy I just saw you this morning in the hall” You said giggling through the phone. Hearing his chuckle come back, only made your stomach flutter with butterflies. “Meet me in the hall in a few minutes? Got a little surprise for ya” Murphy said to you before ending the call. A surprise? You wondered what it could be.
That's when there was a knock at your door. Slipping on your shoes, you opened it. Seeing Murphy stand there with a beautiful bouquet of flowers in his hands. He looked so cute, the mix of flowers just made his blue eyes pop. “Got you these to celebrate getting hired, hope ya like them love” Murphy said as he handed you the flowers. You took the flowers and walked back into your apartment to put them in water. Murphy followed you. “Oh their beautiful Murphy, but you didn't have to buy me anything” You said as you set them up.
“I wanted too, you deserve them lass” Murphy said as he stood next to you leaning against the counter. You couldn't stop smiling. Murphy was such a sweet guy. He made you laugh. You looked up at him, wanting to kiss his cheek for being so kind to you. You didn't even give it a second though. You leaned up and kissed his cheek softly. Seeing a smile appear on Murphy's face. “Thank you Murphy” You said softly. He offered his arm to you. “Ready to go las?” He smiled down at you. You took it and grabbed your purse. Ready for the night a head. “Let's go” You said as you both walked out of your apartment.
Tonight you thought it would be with Connor and Rocco as well. But they weren't around when you had arrived with Murphy. Maybe they would come by later. You and Murphy got seats at the bar. It was quiet packed. Being the weekend and all. Music blared from the stereo near by. It was quiet nice actually. Seeing everything be so lively. “There's someone I want ya to me, This is Doc. Don't mind his cussin he can't help it” Murphy said with a small smirk. An older gentleman behind the bar greeted you both.
“Aye, shut it boy. Didn't know F-Fuck- you were bringing a lady tonight” He said with the sweetest smile. He kind of reminded you of your grandfather. “Hello it's nice to meet you Doc, I'm (Y/N)” You said with a polite smile. Wanting to be nice towards Doc. Murphy asked Doc for his regular and whatever you would like. Doc nodded his head and already started on it. Helping other customers as well. You and Murphy talked back and forth for a bit. Just about how your days went and your new job.
Then Doc came back placing your drinks on the bar. “On the house! M-Murphy told me all about your new job” Doc said with a smile. You didn't know Murphy talked about you. You thought it was really sweet of him. You looked over a Murphy, noticing a small shade of pink on his cheeks. “Awe thank you Doc! That's really kind of you” You thanked him as you took a sip of your drink. You where happy to finally have nice people in your life. It had been lonely these last few months. When you first moved to Boston.
That's when Connor and Rocco came crashing into the bar. They greeted you both with big smiles. Connor gave you a hug, happy to see you. Rocco pulled up two extra chairs for them to sit next to You and Murphy. “Hey you said you had plans with a girl, I didn't know you meant (Y/N)” Connor said as he patted his brothers back. “Yeah! We came in here just to make fun of ya and get some drinks” Rocco added on as they sat down. Getting drinks from Doc behind the bar. You noticed a annoyed looked on Murphy's face. He shoved his brother a bit making him stumble. “Told ya both to find somewhere else tonight” Murphy said getting irritated with his brother and close friend. You gently touched Murphy's arm with a small smile. “How about we go play darts? They can sit here and get drunk” You suggested wanting to make the situation better for Murphy.
You felt him relax a little under your touch. Grabbing both of your drinks, Murphy turned to follow you. You lead the way walking through a small crowd of people. Eventually getting to the dart board at the side of the room. Murphy set your drinks down at the near by table. “Thanks for that lass, I just wanted to spend time with you to be honest” Murphy said with a small smile. He walked up to the board and pulled out the darts handing some to you. “It's okay Murphy, I wanted it to just be us too. Kinda missed you with everything going on” You said as you took the darts from him. You threw back and forth, not really keeping track. Just enjoying each other's company. “Yeah I know, I like spending time with you” Murphy confessed. You felt your cheeks flush a little as you took sips from your drink. “Really? I mean we don't do much besides talk on the phone Murph” You said with a laugh. Setting your drink down. “So? Hearing your voice is the best thing about my days” Murphy looked at you with after he threw another dart. Stepping closer towards you. “Makes everything else just wash away” Murphy said making you smile.
“Are you always such a flirt with every girl your friends with?” You said teasing Murphy, almost making him spit out his drink. You giggled at his reaction. “Oh shit, here let me help” You said as you grabbed a napkin. Standing infront of Murphy you wiped at the small wet stain on his jacket. Murphy smiled and gently lifted your chin, making you look up at him. “Only if she lives next door and has the prettiest smile I've ever seen” Murphy said softly to you. Your hands rested on his jacket. Holding him close by the edges. You felt like it was just You and Murphy standing in this bar. The sounds around you faded out. A small gap was between you two. Your noses almost touching.
You kept looking down between his lips and those beautiful blue eyes. That's when Murphy leaned in and closed the gap between you. His lips felt so soft against yours. You kissed Murphy back until he quickly pulled away from you. “I'm sorry lass, I really shouldn't have done that” Murphy quickly started apologizing as he let go of you. His cheeks flushed red. You quickly cupped the side of Murphy's cheek wanting him to calm down. “Hey, Murphy it's okay, I wanted you too” You said softly. A smile spread across your face. Murphy looked calmer once you told him it was okay.
“You wanted me to kiss you?” Murphy said with a big smile on his face. You gushed at his dorkiness. Nodding your head as you laughed. Murphy leaned down and kissed your cheek this time instead. “Maybe I should kiss you more than” Murphy suggested as he nuzzled himself into your neck. You loved the attention from Murphy, you really did but you also didn't want to ruin your friendship. Worried you would become a one night stand to him.
“Murphy, look I really like being with you, but I don't want to be someone's one night stand” You said. Making him move away from your neck. Standing infront of you so you where face to face. Like he would ever treat you like that- Murphy wanted to worship the ground you walk on. Not ever wanting to break your heart. “How about I take you on a date? Do this the right way?” Murphy said wanting to make all these negative thoughts go away. You smiled a little and nodded your head. Excited about what's to come with Murphy..
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minervadashwood · 2 years
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Murphy Macmanus x PlusSize!Reader (she/her)
🍻 ~ Don't Look ~ 🕺‍💃‍
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Summary: Doc hires you, Murphy's girlfriend, at Murphy's insistence. But it's not long before the MacManus twin regrets that decision. Warnings: Alcohol, sexual themes (no actual sex), fluff, possessive Murphy, Connor the enabler. Language warning: I tried my best to be accurate with the Irish accents. Hoping to god nothing I did is offensive. Word count: ~1,000
Prompt: "I don't like them all looking at you." "Remember, you're the only one who can look at me all night long."
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Your boyfriend, Murphy, had gotten you a job at McGinty’s. It was more a favor for Doc than for you, honestly, as Doc was getting up there in age and wouldn’t admit he needed the help. So, Murph had begged the old man to hire you.
You started on a Monday, to learn the ropes before things got really busy on Friday night. Throughout the week, a handful of regulars were the only customers, which included the twins. Doc served the drinks, but you washed up, moved the stock around—or you tried to. Every time you went to carry a case of beer or liquor to the front, or roll in a keg, both Murph and Connor ended up doing the work for you. It had you wondering why Murph wanted you to work there in the first place.
You enjoyed getting to know Murph and Connor’s drinking buddies, and you spent most nights laughing along with their antics. Around ten or so, when Murph was on his third or fifth pint, you became less a barmaid and more a girlfriend. It was around that time when Murph would pull you from behind the bar and twirl you around once or twice. This always prompted the others to break out into some traditional Irish song, and you followed Murphy’s lead as he spun you about the near-empty bar, spinning you and dipping you. His slight frame hid his strength. The first time he tried to dip you, you were afraid he couldn’t hold you up, but he did.
Around eleven, Doc would put a cassette in his little old radio, and lilting ballads filled the air. Connor would pull you from Murphy for a slow dance, ever the perfect gentleman. It wasn’t long before you were in Murphy’s arms again, letting him hold you close as you both swayed to the music. Last call came a half hour later, and you rushed to the back, eager to get most of the work finished before Doc tried to do it himself.
Then each night, you told Connor goodnight, and Murph walked you home. You weren’t yet brave enough to ask him to stay the night—and he’d never asked to come up—but each kiss goodbye left you wanting more from your Irish gentleman.
Friday night came around, and you got to work at eight. The usual guys were already there, including the twins, and your shift started out like it had the previous days. However, around ten, more and more men crowded into the small bar. It seemed every seedy neighborhood in Boston had a representative, from the Italians, to the Russians, to the unaffiliated working class.
Then it was clear how much help Doc needed. You found yourself flitting about the bar and tables, delivering drinks, loading the dishwasher in the back when you could, lugging fresh glasses to the front for Doc to fill, again and again.
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You were so hard at work, you never noticed what Murphy could see. You were the only lass in the bar, like a sheep surrounded by a pack of wolves. Most of them didn’t know you were his girl, and they stared openly, taking in your soft, generous curves whenever your back was to them. Those curves belonged to Murphy, and it was high time they all knew that.
As you walked back to the bar, a tray full of empty glasses perched precariously on your hand, Murphy grabbed you around the waist. Connor had just enough time to catch the tray before you dropped it, and Murphy hauled you between his legs.
Your hands flew up to brace yourself on this chest. “What’s gotten into you, Murph?”
He slid his hands from around your waist and squeezed your ass. Then he whispered in your ear. “I don' like ‘em all lookin’ at ya’."
You pulled away and he didn’t like that, either. He held onto you a bit tighter.
“What’s gotten into you?” you asked.
Murphy put his mouth to your ear again. “They’re undressin’ ya wit’ their eyes. I don’ like it.” He put his mouth on your earlobe and sucked.
You gasped in his arms. “Murph, nobody’s looking at me.”
Just then, Connor put his chin on Murphy’s shoulder. “They are, lass. Seen it wit’ me own two eyes. Whole place looks like they wanna eat ya.”
You turned your head away from Murphy and Connor to look around the bar. Instantly all the men went from staring at you to staring at their drinks.
You scoffed. “You’re both crazy.”
Connor leaned back, shaking his head and letting out a resigned sigh. “Yer askin’ for it now, lass.”
Murphy pulled you even closer to him so that you were firmly nestled between his legs with your belly and chest pressing against him.
You smiled sweetly at him. “Even if they are looking, you’re the only one who gets to look at me all night long.”
Murph shook his head and nuzzled the side of your neck. “Not enough, love. I d'be showin’ ‘em who ya belong to.”
Quick as a flash, Murphy moved one hand to the base of your head and angled you for a kiss. He took his time, lips moving languidly, sensually over yours, his tongue going past your lips and tangling with your own.
A moan escaped you, and Murphy chuckled against your mouth. He squeezed your ass again with his free hand, then gave it a little smack. You jumped and giggled, letting yourself lean more fully into him. He kissed his way to your ear and suckled your earlobe once more. He felt your chest rising and falling against his own, and his heart—as well as another part of his body—swelled with pride.
He stopped his suckling and urged you a few inches away by placing his hands on your hips.
You whimpered and pouted at this newly created distance.
Murphy smirked at you, your darkened cheeks and parted lips proof of a job well done.
Connor’s head was on Murphy’s shoulder again. “That worked, didn’t it?” he laughed and reached around Murphy to pinch your cheek.
You narrowed your eyes at Murphy. “Was that all just for show?”
Murphy looked around the bar with a fierce grin. A number of the patrons raised their glasses to him in silent congratulations and acceptance.
He turned to you and shrugged. “Guess you’ll have to take me home wit’ ya to find out.”
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phoenix761fics · 1 month
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The Grocery List
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Fandom: The Boondock Saints
Pairing: Connor x reader
Summary: In which Connor learns not to snoop.
Word count: 600
Tags: language, embarrassing invasions of privacy, implied sexual content
As requested long ago by @/kitkat-589, who wanted to see what would happen if one of the MacManus boys found a partner's smutty fanfiction. It turned out a bit more tame than one might expect, but the humor of it was the most important thing, anyway. Enjoy!
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"What's that ye've got there, lass?"
She gave a start, flipped the notebook shut, and rammed her pencil through the spiral. "Nothing," she replied as she moved to stuff it away in her purse. "No biggie. Just...some lists."
"Oh, lists, is it?" Connor teased, sliding into the booth beside her with two cups of coffee. "What kinda lists, then, ta make ye so skittish?"
"I'm not skittish," she argued. "You just startled me in the middle of a thought."
"Musta been a hell of a thought."
She turned to give him an annoyed look and he stared back, blue eyes mischievous as he sipped his coffee. He remained silent through breakfast, though as they left the diner, he asked, "I s'pose it's a grocery list, an ye have shoppin ta do later?"
"Yeah," she agreed distractedly, "yeah, sure…"
"Lyin's a sin, love. Don't make me take ye to confession."
"I'm not lying!"
"Then let me see this list."
"Why do you want to know so--"
With the speed of a diving hawk, he reached into her unfastened purse and snatched out the notebook. She whirled on him and tried to take it back, but he danced out of reach with an ever-widening grin. "A grocery list, ye say?" he asked. "Is it so secret, then?"
"Okay, fine," she huffed, still reaching for the notebook, "it's not a list, now give it back--"
"Yer diary, is it?"
"No. Connor, just hand it here--"
"Do ye write poetry, love? Short stories?" He flipped the book open and skimmed the page where she stopped writing. "Ah, stories it is, then."
"Okay, fine, now you've seen," she said, making a grab for the notebook. "Now give it back and let's move on--"
"Nah, c'mon, lemme see--"
"Connor middle-name MacManus, if you don't hand that--"
His eyebrows shot skyward as he read the pencilled scribbles and he let out a soft whistle. "Might have ta take ye ta confession after all, sweetheart…"
Her face felt so warm, she half expected her head to combust. "For the love of God, Connor…"
"For the love a something. What is this? Blindfolds? Restraints?" He squinted to read where the pencil had smudged, then burst out, "A bottle of lube at the ready?"
She heaved a sigh, then folded her arms across her chest and glared as she waited for him to either give her back the notebook, or get to the really good part…
His eyes widened as he reached the bottom of the page and he stood staring down at the paper for a minute or two before he slowly raised his head to look at her. "Well," he began, then cleared his throat and went on, "well, lass, that was...that wasn't what I expected…"
She lifted one eyebrow. "You think? Maybe next time, you'll respect someone's privacy and take this as a learning experience?"
"Aye, it was that," he agreed vaguely. He closed the notebook and handed it back to her, then waited until it was safely stowed in her purse before he took her hand and led her up the sidewalk. "C'mon, sweetheart, we're off for home."
"Why?" she asked as she followed along. "It's still early."
"Exactly. Means we have all fuckin day ta read yer stories, maybe work em out in real time, so they're nice and accurate...might even start a few new ones…"
She raised both eyebrows but didn't complain. And she would have even less reason to do so once they got home and Connor made good on his suggestion.
She should let him read her notebooks more often.
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fandomsaremykryponite · 3 months
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May I ask you some questions about your writing process for your Boondock Saints, The Walking Dead crossover? I’m curious how you approached something that you knew was going to be a long huge story that would take forever to write. Did you plot everything out from the beginning to end? And do you schedule yourself to write a goal each day?
Hi @livingdeadblondequeen
Thanks for the ask! I really like this one.
Tbh, I don’t think I have a real writing process. When I first came up with my fic series, it was really just for fun bc I thought it would be interesting to imagine how things would be affected if the Saints were in TWD. Then, I decided to write my own series and it just exploded from there. It’s kinda the same thing with all my stories (that I’m still working on before I post). Adding my OC was basically me jumping in to the story as well bc why shouldn’t I have fun in all this? Lol.
As for the plot as a whole, it’s kind’ve a mix between plotting everything out and winging it. I did download a timeline app on my iPad specifically to track major stuff through the series as a whole. Specifically figuring out exactly how long each season lasted (timeline wise, not the show’s runtime). Like how long from the virus’s initial outbreak to when Rick was left behind in the hospital, where would all my characters go, who died when and where (and maybe how if the idea comes to me). Since as many of you have probably already read, there are several characters that I’ve kept alive who (at the point of my series) should already be dead. For a few of them, they’re still going to die, but I wanted to give them, I guess, better deaths?? It’s hard to explain as it’s been a while since I’ve actually looked at my story timeline.
Though, I’m gonna go back and make a bunch of new ones later one that follow the rest of the series that I haven’t gotten to yet. Hell, I still don’t entirely know how to finish off the last season. I know what I want, but I need to watch the last season to really see how it ended before I figure out how to work my way there. Though, that probably won’t be until much later. I’m still on season 4 of TWD, which isn’t new information since that’s where I’ve been since I first finished writing season 3 (part 6 which is currently being posted) like almost 2 years ago I wanna say??
If you’re interested in what stories I’m writing, I think I actually wrote it all out in a post long time ago. However, I have made additional stories that I’d like to post one day. Though, it won’t be until I’ve written up to certain points for each story. I like having a bunch already written out so that I have breathing room before I need to write more in case I let myself get caught up writing other stuff (like I am now lol).
As for your last question… I don’t really set a schedule. I just write when I wanna write whenever I can write (which was a lot of times now that I think about it). I don’t set a goal either. I don’t like adding unnecessary pressure that I don’t need. I write because I had a fun story idea that I wanted to make. I share my story online because I thought that there might be others who would enjoy it. And there had been bc I’ve been receiving nothing but love since I first started posting and have always appreciated the support and adored the comments that readers would leave in AO3.
Thanks again for the ask! I really enjoyed this one. If you have any other questions, please feel free to reach out! I love chatting with you all!
Thank you for reading my fic series this far. I hope you continue to enjoy reading my fic series as I have been writing them.
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phoenixblack89 · 9 months
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Right guys. Need help.
Got a chapter written of Secret Crushes already but it's not the following chapter to the last one.
Do I skip the chapter I'm struggling like fuck with cos it's lovey dovey smut and I ain't usually one for that. (unless my queen @attentionplease wants to help me out?)
Or skip to filthy classroom smut filled chapter?
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livingdeadblondequeen · 5 months
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@phoenixblack89 @autocon23 @attentionplease@minervadashwood@littlegodzilla
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somedaylazysomeday · 1 year
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Na Buachaillí
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While working a collection of temporary jobs over the winter school break, you - a high school science teacher - run into two Irishmen on two separate occasions.
Part One features Murphy and Part Two features Connor. No overlap so far and no twincest. 
Part One - Warnings for modern AU, references to tipsiness/drunkenness, bad flirting, language, references to money problems, oral sex (female receiving), protected piv sex.
Part Two - Warnings for modern AU, some awkwardness, mentions of alcohol, blatant flirting, discussions of consent, fingering, protected piv sex, squirting.
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autocon23 · 11 months
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HELLOY BITCHES!!!
It's Friday and you know what that means!!! New chapter!!!
And not just any chapter!! It's the first chapter to part 6!! That's right, ladies and germs!!!
We've finally reached season 3!!
Oh what will you all read in this series?! Howuch different will it be from the show?! Who knows?!
Guess you'll have to read to find out!!
Enjoy!!
Taglist:
@phoenixblack89 @lilythemadqueen @archerangel @twdeadfanfic @littlegodzilla @fandom-cuties @livingdeadblondequeen
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bitchinfawkseh · 6 months
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I'd like to make a Murphy Macmanus headcannon request with a female reader, please. I'm thinking crafty/knitter reader and how he'd be with them shopping for supplies, hanging with them while they craft, gifting him something, etc. I hope that's not too much to ask. Thank you if you do it, but I completely understand if you can't or won't.
Murphy MacManus x F!Crafty Reader
A/N: YUMMY I LOVE MURPHY 😝
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You make him wear scarves and hats, because Boston winters are cold lol
He does it because you made it for him, and he'd feel bad if he didn't
He's very grateful for your generosity 😫
When you go shopping together he holds all of your stuff because he IS A GENTLEMAN
"This yarn will go nice with your eyes,"
"huh."
He cannot wrap his head around knitting, he doesn't know how you do it and he's very impressed
If he's out with Connor or something and sees a craft store he makes the mental note to take you there one day
He has soooooo many scarves and hats etc, he doesn't get rid of ANY of them
Kinda a hoarder🙄
Murphy I think is more sensitive than Connor, their mom raised them to be super nice boys tho so yeah
But him BEING sensitive means he's very thankful when you make him stuff since he doesn't make a lot of money to buy that stuff
Especially if you make him a nice, thick blanket
He doesn't smoke when he wears the stuff you made him because it'll trap the smell
And yk it smells like you sort of and he doesn't want to lose the smell
HE LIKES HOW U SMELL OK
You'll start one project and finish like hours later and Murphy is like "wtf"
Kinda amazed that you can finish so fast
(That sounded dirty not my intentions 😔)
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littlegodzilla · 1 year
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Hiii new story!! I wanted to do a one shot but I'm not sure, for now I'm going to post it, let me know what you think!
Thanks @minervadashwood for helping me with this story, you have really good ideas! ❤❤❤
I hope you'll like it!
Enjoy!!
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Better Life.
Murphy MacManus x StripperReader.
Warnings: Fluff. Bad language. Awkward situations. Attempted sexual assault.
Words: 5400
Summary: Murphy just wants to help you.
Taglist: @phoenixblack89 @browneyes528 @lilythemadqueen @darylsgarden @thefemininemystiquee @green-eyedladywrites @hail-yourselves @ruinedbythehobbit @xxtinasxxblog @ravenwings73 @spenciepoo338 @b-tchymoon @minervadashwood @darylssluttt @let-love-bleeds-red @ravendixon @livingdeadblondequeen
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(When you can't find a good Murphy's gif and you steal a young Norman photo, @normanthatisall I love your blog)
His blue eyes roam your body, confused. From the small cabin in which he hides, he watches you move, your body wiggling as the platform on which you stand rotates so that every occupied cabin can enjoy the view of your body.
And he doesn't understand why you are there.
You are young. You both must be around the same age. Why are you working on this? Why aren't you out walking with your boyfriend? Why aren't you out for coffee with your friends? Or even studying for an exam at college or running because you're late for work.
Murphy doesn't get it.
He doesn't even understand why he's there.
He discovered you that day when he was working with his brother and Rocco to get rid of some gangsters and eliminate some pervert, they broke into the booth of one of your colleagues and after Rocco touched her tit, they ran out of there, however, Murphy captured your presence in one of the cameras at the exit. The booths had a small camera that recorded fleeting seconds of what was going on inside, thus enticing customers to enter and enjoy the full show. When Murphy saw you, he couldn't look away.
It's been a couple of weeks since that, he knows your schedule, the days you work inside the booth or in other parts of the club, he follows your every move. It's almost sickening and he knows it's wrong.
But he can't control it.
He blinks as the opaque shutter covers the glass and the door latch opens ending the show. You're done for the day, tomorrow afternoon you'll be back for those pigs to touch themselves again looking at you. Low growl clenching his fists.
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You hurry out the alley, cursing your boss as you text your sister.
"My boss is an asshole, I'll be there in twenty minutes."
"Hurry up, I have to go to work."
"Fuck!" You curse again picking up your pace.
"Ya should get another job, lass." You hear a voice in the shadows and you jump.
A boy, almost your age, is coming towards you, his blue eyes riveted on you, he's wearing a long black coat and his hands are hidden in his pockets. He almost looks like a child with that look, but something behind his pupils tells you to be careful.
"Excuse me?" You say trying to walk away.
"Y'shouldn't be workin' here, why do ya do it?" he asks again and you raise your eyebrows in surprise.
"Look, if you're a customer, I'm sorry, my shift is over."
"I'm ain't a customer." He grunts with distaste. "Aye, I've been watchin' ya, but I haven't..."
"You've been watching me? Are you a cop?" You frown and he laughs noseily.
"No, but I think ya deserve better, yer young, ya could work anywhere else than lettin' those guys drool lookin' at ya."
"Who the fuck do you think you are to tell me what to do?" you roar and Murphy realizes he's gone too far.
"H-hey, I'm sorry, I..." You turn to leave and he reaches out holding your hand.
When you turn around, Murphy at first doesn't know what hit him, a cold, acidic liquid hits his eyes making him scream in pain as the stinging sensation runs through his entire body, he lets go of you and you run away at full speed.
The brunet squats down with his hands pressing his eyes tightly shut. You've used pepper spray on him and it hurts like hell, it was humiliating to hear him scream, but he didn't expect you to attack him like that. He babbles nonsense words in all the languages that run through his mind, trying to somehow appease the pain.
It certainly wasn't a good idea to wait for you in a dark alley.
The burning sensation that invades his eyes is still there, like a dull buzzing that makes him whimper like a baby, but he controls himself, sniffles through his nose and tries not to touch his eyes, he feels that his eyeballs are dry despite all the tears he has shed, he needs to get out of there, wet his face, tear that feeling out of his body.
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McGinty's is the only place that pops into his mind, it would have been wiser to go straight home, take a shower and sleep until the next day. But the humiliation is almost more painful than the spray in his eyes. He just wanted to help you and you've attacked him like he's an old pervert.
He needs a beer or two.
Of course he hadn't thought about the fact that his brother, Rocco and all his friends would be there, nor that the cloud of smoke flooding the pub would aggravate the pain in his parched eyes.
"Hey, Murph, where were ya?" His brother asks when he sees him come in. "We thought ya weren't comin'." He scoffs, but his twin walks right past him into the bathroom.
That puts Connor on alert, they may seem to have a disinterested affection for each other, but anyone who knows them well knows that the McManus twins are connected and anytime something happens to one, the other reacts instantly. He leaves his cigarette and gets up from the stool going after his brother like a hurricane, Rocco a little drunk follows him because he has also seen the strange expression on Murphy's face.
When they enter the bathroom they discover the other man with his head stuck under the water tap, trying to somehow relieve his burning.
"Murphy, yer 'kay, bro?" walks Connor over to him, resting a hand on his back.
"Get off me, ain't wanna talk." He grunts rubbing his eyes any contact is abrasive.
"Hey, c'mon." He grabs his shoulder to pull him away from the water.
"I said let go of me!" he yells wanting to break free.
"Dude..." Rocco then speaks as he sees him with his eyes narrowed, swollen and totally red. "Are you crying?" He can't suppress a laugh.
A thick, deadly silence settles between the three men. Connor knows his brother well, his body language and before he launches himself at Rocco, he holds him tightly making him brace and kick like a doll in the air.
"Stoppit, both of ya! Yer gonna tell us wha' happened."
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The laughter echoes through the pub. It's just the three of them and Doc now, but that doesn't make it any less humiliating. Murphy is cowering on his stool, swallowing his anger, listening to each laugh stab into his ears. He looks sideways at his beer, he hasn't even been able to take more than two gulps, the spray has rarefied his taste and every time he swallows it's like a nail scratching his throat.
That fucking thing is killing him.
"Some whore attacked ya in alley." Laughs Rocco again.
"What the fuck were ya doin' with a hooker, Murphy?" laughs Connor too, but he growls.
"I wasn't with her. I wanted to talk to her."
"Ya wanted to negotiate her price? She clearly wasn't gonna give y'a discount." The laughter gets louder.
"I wanted to tell her to quite it!" he roars in frustration.
Silence falls in the pub, everyone's gazes fall on him again, eyes wide open, even Doc looks surprised. The surprise on their faces is far worse than the laughter. He tenses his jaw trying not to lash out at them.
"What do ya care, Murphy? She's just a whore."
And that's the million-dollar question, the question Murphy is also asking himself and when he figures out the answer, he'll tell it to himself first. Thank you very much. But the silence seems to be enough for his brother, neither dares to open his mouth again, Rocco is chewing on a new laugh, but is unable to let it out, the atmosphere is so tense it almost hurts.
"G-guys..." Doc begins to speak.
"Is it that ya've fallen in love with her, Murph?" insists Connor and smacks him on the back of the head.
No, of course he hasn't. No. He can't be in love. You've known each other for two weeks, maybe three, you don't even know each other, he's been looking at you through a mirror for all this time, actually, if you knew that you'd possibly freak out. It would make sense to him. He just wants you to be safe.
When his brother's hand hits the back of his neck, he frowns, turns quickly, hitting him on the arm with a closed fist. Connor and Murphy are always hitting each other, absurd fights between them that never end in anything serious, yet Connor notices right away that his brother's blows increase in force with each one he unloads. He has to stop it before everything gets out of hand.
"Calm down, calm down!" Connor grabs his brother by the arm twisting him towards his back to block him and slams him against the bar of the pub. "Stop it, Murphy!"
"Let go of me!" he scrambles like an eel under his body and pulls away from his brother. "I just want to help her! Why does it gotta be so weird?"
"Because it's none of our business! Come on, yer gonna help every whore in Boston?" he says with derision and Murphy snap.
"No...just..." He huffs and shakes his head. "I'm leavin'." He doesn't say anything else, just turns and grabbing his coat walks out of the pub.
**
Connor watches his brother lying on his mattress, in that apartment they have occupied, with no walls, two old mattresses on the floor and a bunch of beers lying all over the place. Murphy's back is turned to him and he knows he's upset. As absurd and funny as it's been to tease him, Connor knows he needs to talk to his brother.
"Hey, Murphy, listen..."
"Leave me alone..."
"No, seriously, if ya really wanna help her, I'll help ya, 'kay?" he encourages him, sees his body relax to turn around and look at his brother. "Do ya know what her name is or where we can find her? Other than the club..."
"Well... I guess the name she uses at the club ain't real..."
"Oh my God, Murphy..."
"What? I said I wannna help her, not that I have some elaborate plan."
"Y'ain't gotta a fuckin' plan" He sighs. "Okay, we'll go to the club, I'm sure we'll find some info on her in some work file or somethin'."
"Okay... Yer really gonna help me?"
"Aye! Fuck, but it better be worth it. We'll have to know when it's her turn..."
"Dun think it'll be too hard..." He mutters averting his gaze.
"Why? Oh shit, Murph don't tell me... Is that where ya go every day when ya get off work?" he looks at him in disbelief. "Ya pay for it?"
"N-no... not always..." He whispers averting his gaze, "I walk into those pigs' living quarters and..."
"So what? Ya jerk off yerself ? What would our mother say..."
"No! I'm just lookin' at her..."
"Fuck Murphy, yer so fucked..."
"Fuck, shut up." He says embarrassed.
**
Connor's plan isn't too elaborate either, they show up at the club where you work with briefcase full of money they claim they want to spend with one of their girls, the club owner is willing to put you all in front of them and let them choose, but Connor was quicker insisting on going to his office. Once there they knocked him out and tied him to the chair as Murphy looked for something about you among all that pile of papers.
"I-I got it!" he shouts feeling some excitement run through him as you find some papers with your personal information there's a photo verifying that it's you and he shows it to his brother.
"Uhm, not bad, at least y'ain't gotta bad taste bro." He jokes and Murphy snorts.
"Shut up." He shushs him by pointing a piece of paper in your direction. "Okay, we can go now."
Connor nods and smacks the shop owner's head as he starts to wake up, so he can escape safely.
Once again they take refuge in McGinty's, but this time no one has eyes full of pepper spray. Murphy is holding your picture and your address in his hands, he is smoking nervously and unlike last day, he has already drunk three beers. Rocco looks at your picture over his shoulder and mumbles.
"She's hot..." He nods taking a punch from Connor.
"What the fuck, man? Shut the fuck up." He chides him, but Murphy doesn't move, his eyes riveted on your picture. "What yer gonna do now?"
"I'll go to her house, talk to her..." He bites down on his thumbnail and stubs out the nearly finished cigarette butt.
"So what? Ya expect her to spray ya with the stuff again?"
"No, but... you've seen her file, she's still young enough to find another job."
"And yer gonna give her a job?"
"Maybe here at the pub... Doc needs help..."
"That's crazy, but okay, how do ya plan to convince her?"
"I-I don't know, I'll think about it as I go along..."
Connor looked at him with some pity in his eyes, but shook his head raising his hands, giving him a free hand to do what he thought he should do. He just hoped he didn't come back with eyes like two plums again.
******
Murphy walks nervously, playing with the cigarette halfway through his fingers. He has left work accompanied by his brother, but they have separated a few streets up. Connor has insisted on going with him, helping him as promised, but Murphy wants to do this alone.
You already reacted badly once, he doesn't want his brother to suffer the consequences, if there's a second one.
Taking one last puff on his cigarette, he tosses it to the ground as he fiddles with your address between his fingers before looking up, checking to see if that's the door to your house. Blowing the smoke slowly between his lips, he moistens them with the tip of his tongue and stretches out his arm, knocking on the door.
Instinctively he takes a step back, he still doesn't have a plan or a full monologue to convince you to leave the club where you're working, but he knows that if he doesn't do it now, he'll never be able to do it and he'll spend the rest of his days watching you through that mirror in your booth.
The door then opens, Murphy fidgets nervously playing with an unlit cigarette between his fingers as he bites his thumb. His surprise is heightened when on the other side of the door a boy appears.
"Hello..." He greets him in a confused, soft voice.
A boy. No older than four or five, watching him intently from head to toe. Murphy looks at him too, trying to say something coherent.
"Hel..."
"Are you my daddy?"
Murphy chokes on his own saliva, his eyes staring wildly at him. Suddenly a doubt assails his mind - is he his father? No...it can't be. His mind begins to fill with number and memory attempts. If that boy really is about five years old, Murphy tries to figure out if he knows you from that time. But it can't be, he would recognize your face. He has to admit that the child is a copy of you, with those eyes and those features, which doesn't help him much.
No. It's impossible. He'd remember being with you. Besides, he doesn't sleep with prostitutes. Maybe you weren't a whore back then, though.
Oh God what if you got into that job because of him? What if he pushed you down that sin path?
"Ciaran!" your voice is heard from inside the house. "How many times have I told you NOT to open the door?" you walk out to meet him and look at each other. "Sorry, whatever my son said to you..."
"Don't worry, Mom, he's an asshole." He laughs with the usual mischievousness of a child as he enters the house.
"Ciaran!" You scold him.
Okay, yeah, with that shitty temper he could be his son. Or Connor's. Or Satan's himself.
"I'm really sorry..." You apologize again.
"It's okay, lass, dun worry 'bout it." He shakes his head, trying to ease your nervousness a little.
"I... wait..." You stay quiet and stare at him. "Have we met before?" Murphy pales searching his mind for an excuse, but seeing your frown he knows you've recognized him. "You're the weird guy from the alley!"
"Ain't... ain't weird..."
"How did you find my house? Have you been following me?" you cross your arms with a clearly angry expression.
"No! No, no, lass, it wasn't like that. Yer boss gave us yer address."
"My boss? What do you mean 'us'?" You look around expecting some group of people to suddenly appear.
"No, I'm alone." Try to calm down. "My brother and I found yer address in yer boss's office." He explains, but that doesn't make things any better.
"Did you find... ? What the hell is wrong with you? Are you sick?" You look at him in disbelief.
"No, I just wanted to apologize, I scared ya the other day, I didn't mean for ya to be afraid of me." He quickly apologizes, but still doesn't get too close, he's learned from the first time.
"I'm not afraid of you..." You place your hands on your waist and Murphy thinks you look cute when you're angry. He shakes his head quickly putting those thoughts out of his mind.
"Still, I'm sorry... I thought I was doing something good and..." He scratches the back of his neck.
"I didn't ask for your help, I don't even know who you are."
"Murphy." He says quickly and you frown.
"What?"
"My name is Murphy Macmanus." He introduces himself by stretching out his hand to you, but you just look at him suspiciously.
"Whatever. I'm a big girl, I know how to take care of myself, I don't know what hero complex has possessed you, but find someone else." You insist, but Murphy shakes his head again.
"That's not the point..."
"Then you really are a client. All right, what do you want? If I blow you, will you leave me alone?"
"What? No! I don't want to..." He feels the tips of his ears burning. "It's just that I think you could have a better job."
"And now you're my father." You snort in disbelief. "Look, Murphy..." This one stirs uncomfortably at the whiplash of ennui he feels when you utter his name. "The day you find a job where I can make more than three hundred dollars an hour. Let me know, until then; good morning and I hope I never see you again because next time, I'll call the police." You assure him and slam the door in his face.
His eyes are still locked on your front door. Three hundred dollars an hour? Gee, maybe he should consider quitting the meat factory himself and getting into one of those booths. He shakes his head when he hears a tapping on one of the windows and sees Ciaran leaning out of it, waving goodbye to him.
"So long, daddy." He says with derision.
He rolls his eyes and walks away, cigar in his mouth and hands stuffed in his coat pockets. He doesn't want to go see Doc and the others, knows it will be humiliating again. He grunts and diverting his path he decides to go home.
**
"Murphy!"
He has trouble focusing his gaze, he doesn't know exactly where he is, he feels hot, the music is causing his ears to ring. He shakes his head, but the dull feeling doesn't go away.
"Murphy!"
It's your voice, he's sure of it, once again he tries to focus his sight, he's stuck in a narrow, dark-walled room, there's a monitor on one side and a window in front of him. He recognizes the place, it's one of those club booths, it's your booth, he blinks several more times.
"Murphy, please!" This time your voice sounds like a plea.
He finally manages to focus his gaze, on the other side of the mirror is you, lying on the floor with a shadow over you, it looks like a man's body, but it has no real definition. But it is hurting you. You are crying and there is blood on your hands.
Murphy gets up from the chair and feels his head bob dangerously. Is he being drugged? He runs clumsily to the door and try to open it, but with no hands he can't get a grip on the knob.
"What the fuck is going on!" He yells.
"Murphy, help me!"
"Fuck!" He turns back toward the glass.
His hands ball into fists, and he tries to punch the glass, but all his movements are in slow motion and anxiety builds in the pit of his stomach.
"Please!"
"Let her go!" He shouts through the glass watching as that shadow drags you away. "Let her alone, ya son of a bitch!" he yells again.
"Murphy!" You call out to him one more time before the shadow engulfs you completely.
"NO!"
**
"NO!" A piercing scream escapes his throat as he incorporates himself on his mattress.
"What the fuck!" Startles Connor in his own bed, turning to look at him. "What the fuck is wrong with ya, man!"
He's shaking, breathing hard, his eyes wide open, a film of cold sweat running down his entire body as he tries to pull himself together.
A nightmare. It was just a nightmare.
"Murphy, help me!"
No, it's something more than that.
"Yer listenin' to me?" his brother insists.
But Murphy jumps up from his bed, putting his twin on alert. Still without opening his mouth he reaches for his clothes and quickly gets dressed, Connor is unable to get his attention, his words not reaching his ears, not reaching his brain, the beeping still constant in his head, the sight of you calling for help the only thing he sees. He puts on his coat, grabs his gun and runs out of the apartment slamming the door.
"Murphy! Murph!" He calls out to him once more to no avail.
Murphy runs at full speed, his heart pounding in his chest, panting like a wounded animal, but he doesn't stop. The club where you work is some distance from his house, he has to hurry. The images, your cries for help, keep torturing his mind and his legs pick up speed.
Slipping on the ground, he circles the building as the neon lights greet him. He looks for the back door to the alley where he waited for you the other day and enters like a hurricane when one of the girls comes out, he pushes her, but doesn't stop to beg for forgiveness nerves tighten his throat like a noose.
"Asshole!" He hears her say behind his back.
He stumbles over several more girls, but finally makes it to your booth. He struggles with the door you enter and exit through, and when it opens, the girl inside freaks out, covering her body with her hands.
"Where is she!" He shouts nervously.
"W-who?" she asks frightened and when Murphy says your name she trembles. "A-a client requested her... in the upstairs rooms."
"Fuck!" He howls closing the door again and runs up to the second floor.
Along the way he encounters several security men, but he doesn't have time to argue with them, he knocks them out with an accurate punch to the jaw leaving them lying on the floor. When he reaches the second floor he hears your screams.
His pupils dilate and contract from adrenaline and rage. He draws his gun running down the hallway to the room the screams are coming from, tense his jaw and kick the door down.
The man above you startles getting up not expecting such an abrupt interruption. Murphy enters, pistol raised, and fires. He fires until he empties the clip into the body of the man who jerks with each new shot until he falls to the floor in a pool of blood. Murphy's vision is blinded by rage, breathing like a bull, his hands shaking.
He hears sobbing on the bed and everything inside him seems to change. He lowers the gun and his gaze sweeps around the room until he discovers you, lying on the bed, curled in on yourself, hands covering your ears.
"God, lass." He walks over to you, holstering the gun and grabs your wrists to get your attention.
"Don't do anything to me, please." You plead with tear-filled eyes, your makeup smearing black on your cheeks.
"No, no, it's okay, it's me; Murphy." He shushes you to look at him, surprise filling your face and he feels anger bubbling under his skin again. "Fuck, lass, what has he done to ya?" he whispers caressing your cheek.
Your left eye is bruised, your cheekbone is beginning to swell, your lip bears a cut that won't stop bleeding. That son of a bitch has gone overboard with you and no one has even tried to come to your aid.
If he could, Murphy would reduce that place to ashes with all of them in it.
"M-Murphy?" you whisper and he comes back to Earth.
"I'm here, come on...I'll get ya out of here." He promises you by quickly taking off his coat and throwing it over your shoulders.
Truth be told he hadn't even noticed your nakedness, barely a gold colored bra covers your breasts and your panties are torn and halfway down your thighs, but he doesn't seem to have reached out to touch you, which relieves him somewhat. Murphy helps you out of bed, trying not to scare you any more than you are he gets rid of your torn underwear and buttons all the buttons of his coat, it remains over your body like a huge heavy dress, but at least it covers up what that animal has tried to do to you. One of the girls then peeks through the door and Murphy raises his gun, it's unloaded, but she doesn't have to know that.
"You better get her out of here quick, they're coming." She warns him and gestures to him pointing to another emergency door.
"Thanks." He whispers putting the gun away and scoops you up in his arms carrying you out of the premises.
**
You still haven't said anything. You haven't opened your mouth since Murphy has carried you out of the premises in his arms. You haven't even protested not knowing where he was taking you, you haven't even asked him to put you down so you could go home. Your mind is off, you feel nothing except the pain in your face and hands. Murphy has discovered when he arrived at the apartment your red, slightly burned hands from holding on tightly to something trying to get away from that man.
Connor moves around you nervously, worried, angry. Not with you, he doesn't even know you, not with Murphy, he's proud of him because he saved you, he's pissed off with that bastard, although his twin has already taken care of him, disgusted with the society that exists today that allows that kind of thing. He snorts and mumbles through his teeth, handing Murphy a packet of peas wrapped in a towel.
His brother is cleaning the wounds on your hands with a damp towel, carefully cleans blood and checks that the abrasions are not important, no doubt you have fought against that guy, but he was too big for you alone.
"Here, or that eye will end up worse than it is." Connor tells and he nods placing the ice carefully on your cheek.
You finally react; a hiss escapes between your lips as you close your eyes, furtive tears escape without your permission, but you've struggled enough, you feel physically and mentally exhausted.
"I'm sorry..." Murphy whispers knowing he's hurt you. You open your eyes to look at him again, he gives you a small smile, it's sad and forced, he feels sorry for you, for what has happened to you, you don't deserve it and he couldn't help it.
"Why...?" You start to speak but your throat stings with every word.
"Don't talk, just shake yer head, okay?" he asks you and the confusion gets bigger. "Did he touch ya?" he asks you and suddenly the confusion turns to embarrassment. "I need to know, love..."
"Why? you've already killed him..."
"Aye, but I need to know if we should take ya to the hospital. If that pig has laid more than a hand on ya..."
"No... it didn't come to that, he was going overboard and I told him to stop... then he hit me and... and the whole thing was a mess."
"It's okay, it's okay." He shushes you again and gently hugs you, rocking you in his arms. "It's over now... they won't touch ya again." He promises you.
Connor watches the whole situation silently, at some distance, afraid to spoil the moment. He's never seen his brother emotionally attached to anyone but him, he finds it curious to see him with a girl, it's not like there's never been one, that's absurd, but it's always been a passing thing and Murphy has easily forgotten about it, as he himself has with his own experiences, but this is different. He really wants to protect you.
"How did you know where I was?" You ask him and Connor raises his head, he wants to know too.
"I just felt it." Murphy says with a shrug and his brother rolls his eyes. Now he's going to get cocky.
"You felt it?"
"Yeah." He shrugs and chews his lip a few times. "I went to see you and in your booth was another girl, so I asked your roommates and they told me you were up there." He explains, lying to you and Connor raises his eyebrows in surprise.
He's not going to tell you anything about his dream, some poetic bullshit about you calling for help and him coming to your rescue on his white horse? Wow, he's impressed.
"Oh, shit, Ciaran..." You say taking the pea bag out of your eye and look around. Murphy shakes his head.
"Sorry, lass, I didn't take anything from the room." He apologizes, but pulls a cell phone out of his pocket. "Here, use mine."
"Thanks..."
Murphy gets up from the floor to give you privacy as he picks up everything he's used to dress your wounds and walks to the other side of the open floor to throw away the gauze and looks to stop to prepare something to eat.
"Ciaran?" Connor asks him in a low voice.
"It's her son." He explains without looking at him.
"Oh shit, she has a son?" he speaks again in a low voice looking in your direction.
"A little five year old demon...I think." He mutters pulling out a pot and filling it with water.
Connor looks at him raising his eyebrows, but he responds by shaking his head, downplaying it, even he doesn't know how to explain it. He looks in your direction again, you're holding the phone to your ear and Connor can see perfectly well how your face suddenly changes.
"Ciaran..."
"Mom?" asks the boy on the other end of the line.
"Hi, honey, tell your aunt to put on, please." You ask and wait for your sister to answer.
"May I know where you are, you should have been back an hour ago." It's the first thing you hear.
"I'm sorry, there's been a problem at the club..." You lie, rubbing your forehead.
"A problem? What happened? Are you okay?"
"I'm fine, just... can you stay with Ciaran tonight, please?" You ask licking your lip and hiss as you feel the sting of your wound.
"S- sure, you know it's no problem, but..."
"I'll tell you tomorrow, seriously. Thanks." You say goodbye to her and hang up before she asks any more questions.
"Are you okay?" Murphy asks you and you shake your head.
"Go with her, I'll handle this." Connor tells you and Murphy walks over to you again, sits down next to you and carefully pulls you into a hug.
*********
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Noisy Neighbors Chapter 3
Murphy is such a sweetheart in this chapter. Being so nice and sweet towards the reader. I love this chapter so much. Seeing their relationship start. Anyway I hope you enjoy this chapter as much as I did.
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Summary: Murphy invited you over to his apartment after the bad day you had. It was nice finally getting to meet Connor. Maybe getting closer to the MacManus twins wasn't such a bad thing.
Pairing: Murphy MacManus x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 787
Warnings: [18+], slow burn, complicated feelings, miscommunication, fluff, little bit of angst because why not. drinking, cursing, mentions of drug use, smoking.
Your POV:
You had a couple of drinks, sitting on the couch. Murphy next to you. Connor was right beside him. Rocco had left awhile ago having to do something for his job. You three had been trying to find a movie to watch. But the twins wouldn't stop fighting over it. “Ugh! Would you two stop fighting and pick something already?” You scolded them both. Eventually Connor took the remote and put on another cheesy action movie.
“Really Connor? You an these stupid action movies” Murphy complained as he took a sip of his beer. His other arm draped behind the back of the couch where you sat. “Not your type of movie?” You asked as you looked at Murphy. Murphy turned towards you, moving slightly closer to you. His thigh touching yours. “They aren't bad las, just the same thing happens in all of them” Murphy explained. You smirked and grabbed your beer taking a sip.
“What? Don't like when the guy gets the girl in the end?” You said being a bit of a tease. Murphy's felt the tips of his ears run hot. Hearing you say that made him so flustered. Maybe if that girl was you.. You had just met him the other day. But Murphy thought you where very beautiful. He wanted to know more about you. What your favorite movie was, your favorite place to go. He wanted to know everything.
“Nah Murphy's more into Jaws, and maybe even the occasional chic flick” Connor said teasing his brother. Ending up in Murphy smacking his shoulder. The two ending up in another pointless fight. You thought their relationship was really sweet almost child like. You could tell that they where very close. Maybe you would get to know more with time. Excited to finally have some friends.
That's when your phone started to ring, you pulled it out of your pocket. Excusing yourself as you stepped out into the hall way. You answered the call. It was the journalist who had interviewed you earlier today. Finally telling you that your hired. You grinned and jumped up and down a little. Excited about the news. You thanked them and quickly ended the call. You turned back to go back into Murphy's apartment but he was already stepping out. Wondering where you went off to.
“What was that about? Was it your job interview las?” Murphy asked wanting to hear what happened. You smiled and pulled Murphy into a hug out of excitement. “I did it Murphy! They hired me” You said to him, Murphy picked you up and spun around once. The affects of the alcohol taking a tow on both of you. You where so giddy not even noticing his arms where wrapped around you.
Murphy set you down smiling down at you. “I'm happy you got hired, maybe we can go out sometime to celebrate” Murphy suggested. You smiled softly and nodded your head. “Yeah I would love to do that sometime, maybe next weekend. I'll give you my number so we can talk about it more” You said feeling yourself become more stable. You felt flustered, standing this close to Murphy. His hands placed on your hips. Yours where on his shoulders. You slowly pulled back brushing your hair behind your ear.
Murphy chuckled softly, feeling himself become bashful. You looked so adorable like this. Excitement mixed with embarrassment. Your cheeks flushed red. A small smile on your lips. Oh how badly he wished to lean in and have a taste. “Well um I should probably get going for tonight, getting kind of late” You said softly. Murphy simply nodded before he snapped himself out of his trance. “Oh yeah! Just let me grab a pen for your number” Murphy said quickly going into his apartment. Grabbing a pen and coming right back out. He handed it over to you.
You smiled and grabbed the pen and then his hand. Writing your number and with a small smile beside it. “There you go, don't forget to text me” You said softly, placing the pen in his hand. “Oh I won't las, I promise” Murphy said before watching you walk back to your apartment. Excited about spending more time with you.
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