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dreaminginpastels · 2 years

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

Nela

open your eyes

pairing: connor murphy x fem!reader

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

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

reader pronouns: she/her (by request)

word count: 1.8k

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

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

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

“I can tell.”

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

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

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

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

“Oh, well thank you Connor, I-”

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

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

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

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

“People don’t usually sit with me.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You’d giggled the whole way home.

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

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

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

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

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

You nodded. “Of course we can, love.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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spinningwebsandtales · 1 year

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Imagine Drunken Kisses With Connor and Murphy MacManus

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

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.

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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thatwriterchaotic · 1 year

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Noisy Neighbors Chapter 4

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

Pairing: Murphy MacManus x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.6k

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

Your POV:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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xriff-raffx · 2 years

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After the After Party

A/N: This is an 18+ Mike Faist Smut as per request!

Anon Request: "Hear me out... post award show smut"

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The music at the after party was pumping, making it hard to hear the people around us. I could tell it’s not really Mike’s thing, but he had to attend since he was nominated. We sat on the couch, me with my wine and him with his beer, watching drunk celebrities mingle without the care of paparazzi.

“I still think you should have won,” I whisper, leaning into his side further.

He places his free hand ontop of mine, smiling, “You know, I’m glad I didn’t win.” I turned my head towards him, raising an eyebrow, quizically. “I’m not the best at speeches.” We both laughed at his comment.

I playfully hit his arm, “You’re good at everything.” He shrugged in response having a sip of his beer. I watched as his expression changed slightly and he glanced around the room before returning to me.

“And you’re the sexiest girl here,” He said only loud enough for me to hear. I felt his hand sneak around my waist on the couch before feeling him pull me further into him. “I can’t wait to take this thing off you,” he mumbled into my hair as I felt his hand tug lightly at my dress.

“Mike!” I exclaimed, causing him to smirk, “Will you at least wait till we’re home?”

He nodded, “I just can’t help thinkin’ about it, (Y/N).” Placing a quick kiss on my cheek before moving to my ear, “Seriously, how am I supposed to keep my hands off you?”

I giggled and smirked up at him, “It’s too bad you didn’t win though baby, we could have celebrated.”

“What no celebration for being nominated?” He asked, pretending to be offended.

“Please,” I laughed, “We did that months ago, remember?” The look on his face told me he definitely did.

“How about you jog my memory?” He smirked, leaning back and had a sip of his beer, eyeing me playfully.

Before I have a chance to respond, someone I don’t recognize begins to talk to Mike, offering him congratulations on his nomination. I smirk over at him, knowing that he’s distracted enough in conversation and decide to have a little fun. I place my hand on his thigh lightly and I feel the grip he has on me tighten. I look up at his face, he is still looking at the stranger but his eyes are dark and I can tell he is clenching his jaw slightly. I slowly move my hand further up his thigh, leaning in a little more just to keep it discreet. He quickly places his hand on top of mine, keeping it from going any higher, causing me to huff out in annoyance. The stranger walks away after saying goodbye and Mike jumps to his feet, still gripping my hand.

“Time to go,” He says pulling me onto my feet without a glance.

We hurry out of the club and he hails a taxi quickly and opens the door for me. He gives the address and the ride is completely silent. I keep stealing glances, his look is stern and cold, he’s definitely upset with me.

We get to our destination and hurry to the front door. I watch as he opens it with his keys and gestures for me to go in first. I take a step in and immediately feel him grab me. He closes the door and pushes my body against it, attaching his lips to my neck roughly, causing me to moan.

“You’re such a tease,” he breathes out between kisses. “You know I hate that.” I let out a giggle in response and he sucks harshly, making me gasp. I can feel him smirk against my neck.

“Sorry,” I say smiling at him sweetly, “I don’t know what came over me.” Mike scoffed in response before pushing himself off me. He grabbed my hand and led me down the hall to the bedroom. I can’t help but feel a rush of excitement, it’s been a while since I’ve teased him. Usually, sex with Mike is filled with passion and he’s so sweet but when I tease him he goes a little wild.

“I want this dress on the floor,” He said sternly as we entered the room. I crossed my arms over my chest in response, looking at him challengingly. “Not a question babe, either you take it off, or I do,” he spoke lowly, taking steps closer, closing the gap between us. “And we both know I won’t be as careful with it.” He smirked down at me, knowing I’d give in at the thought of him ruining my gown. I let out a sigh in defeat before taking a few steps away and slipping the dress on my body, revealing my matching black silky bra and panties.

I looked back over at him to see his eyes scanning my body before coming back up to meet my own. He smirked, starting to losen the tie he wore around his neck then gestured towards the bed. I walked over to it slowly and sat down, not taking my eyes off him.

Mike started to move closer, “I was already thinking about you babe,” he reached out and ran a hand through my hair. “And then you had to go and tease me like that.” His gentle touch on my hair turned into him grabbing a fistful.

I looked up at him through my lashes, “Well, I just trying to jog your memory, like you told me.”

Mike chuckled slightly, before pushing me down flat on the bed. He looked at me from the bottom of the bed while he undid his shirt, taking it off and flinging it on the floor. I bit my lip watching the way his muscles flexed with his movements.

I gasped slightly at the feeling of his hands on my bare thighs, causing him to smirk at me. He began to lightly trace shapes with his fingers on my thighs as he moved closer to my panty line. I closed my eyes instictually as he slipped a finger into my panties and slowly dragged it along my folds.

“This wet already babe?” He asked, his tone laced with a sense of arrogance. I looked up to see him smiling down at me, “I’ve hardly touched you and you’re practically dripping.”

I groaned slightly, “Mike, please?” I looked up at him with begging eyes and earned a light kiss on my in return.

He quickly slid a finger into my pussy and I gasped at the sudden movement. Mike began to move his finger slowly, back and forth. He leaned in and gently placed kisses on my neck earning a moan from me.

“That’s my girl,” I could feel him smirking into my neck. He added another finger and I could feel myself beginning to soak my panties. He kissed lower to my chest and used his free hand to play with my bra covered breast. Not before long, his hand moved to my shoulder, removing the bra strap and letting my boobs fall out of the fabric. He began to massage them slowly and the feelling was overwhelmingly good. I bucked my hips into his hands slightly, needing to feel more of him. He added another finger, this time rubbing circles on my clit slowly.

“Please fuck me,” I moaned out.

He let out a low chuckle and looked up at me, “Not so fast babe, we’re only just getting started.” He pushed himself off of me and stood watching me, only for a moment. His hands gripped my panties and he yanked them off my body, tossing them on the floor. He pulled me to the edge of the bed, positioning himself so he was eye level with my wet pussy.

“Mike, I-” I started before feeling his tongue on my clit. My hands went to his hair, grabbing lightly, causing him to let out a little moan. He began to eat out my pussy and I became a moaning mess.

“Scream for me (Y/N).” My eyes closed quickly and I let out a scream of pleasure like he told me to. He quickened his pace, and I could tell I wouldn’t last long. I sat up, pushing him back slightly, causing him to stop abruptly. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” I smiled sweetly at his confused and concerned expression, pulling him in for a kiss. “I just think it’s time my man gets some attention.” My fingers move to the belt on his pants and quickly undo it.

Mike smacks my hand away lightly, smiling and finishes undoing the belt himself. I watched his every movement, lust filling my eyes. He quickly pulls down his pants and boxers, letting his member spring free and I instantly grab a hold of it. I begin to pump my hand up and down on his hard cock, making him let out a satisfied moan. I looked up to see he was watching my every move, licking his lips slightly. I understood what he wanted so I leaned in slowly, inching my mouth closer to his dick . I quickly deep throat him, gagging slightly on his size and girth.

“Fuck baby,” He smiled down to me, “You’re so fucking sexy.” He gripped my hair and tilted my head so I’m forced to look up at him. I begin to quicken my pace on his cock, moving my hand to rub his balls slightly in the way he likes it. Mike lets out a groan before bucking his hips, repeatedly fucking my mouth. He stayed like this until he noticed my eyes starting to water, and then pulls his dick out of my mouth.

I leaned back into the bed as I feel him begin to position himself at my opening. I could feel my face flush with heat and sweat starting to build on my forehead. We simultaneously moaned as his big cock slid into my pussy with ease. He kept a steady pace, rocking his hips into mine as he feverishly kissed my neck. I wrapped my legs around his body, pulling me in closer to him so I could feel more of his size.

“Oh Mike,” I moaned out, “You feel so good inside me.” I could feel my walls closing around his cock as I approached my climax. He let out a throaty moan, showing he could feel how close I was.

“Let’s cum together baby,” He said placing a kiss on my lips gently. “One…” I could feel Mike thrusting deeper into my pussy and I couldn’t help but moan, digging my nails into his back. “Two…” He quickened the pace, going much faster than before. “Three.”

I felt a wave of release wash through my body as I came hard on him while screaming his name. A moment later, I could feel his warm cum spurt inside my pussy, I moaned at the feeling and closed my eyes. Mike pulled himself out of me and rolled over to lay next to me on the bed. He reached down and grabbed the blanket, pulling it over us both.

“So uh,” He pulled me in closer, snuggling me into his chest. “What would have happened if I won?” His arrogant tone returned again briefly.

“You’ll have to win to find out,” I mumbled quietly, closing my eyes.

He chuckled lightly, “Goodnight darling.” I felt him place a light kiss on my forehead before I drifted off to sleep.

#mike faist x reader #mike faist #mike faist fanfiction #smut #mike faist imagine #mike faist smut #riff #connor murphy #wss #deh #newsies #requests open

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mikedfaist · 3 months

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Love Willl Tear Us Apart: a series

Series: I. the one where the boys spot you at the bar

Love Will Tear Us Apart: playlist

#riff west side story #mike faist #mike faist imagine #riff x reader #panic amazon #connor murphy #dear evan hansen #west side story 2021

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How You and Connor Met & Started Dating [Headcannons]

a/n: hi! i know its been a while since i’ve posted but i’ve been super busy! this has been in the drafts in a while, but i’ve finally had the time to finish it! and yes, ik, shut up obviously this isn’t connor, but just pretend it is. enjoy the headcannons! sorry for the shitty ending lmao

You were a transfer student to Connor's school, as your parents had just gotten new jobs in the area your senior year.

You were in the main entrance, trying to find your way to your homeroom

You were staring at the paper in your hands when you heard an annoying voice say something really rude to someone else, whether it was a joke or not "Very school shooter chic, Connor."

You flew forward before you even realized, "You're an asshole! You don't just say things like that to people!" The boy with the long hair opened his mouth to say something, but you spoke before he could.

"Woah, who's the new kid?" The asshole replied, looking you up and down, "You another freak too? Lovely." He said before walking away

You turned back to the boy you had defended, but he had shrunken into himself. "Hey, are you-"

He flicked his head up to you and yelled at you, “I don’t need saving!”

And with that, he stormed off, leaving you alone

You were caught off guard, but weren’t too upset. He had a point, he never asked you to step in

You were only trying to be nice.

Eventually, you found your way to homeroom

You walked up to the teacher and let him know you were the new student

He sat you all the way in the back

Next to Connor

You sat in the seat and began pulling out all your supplies needed for class

Class was pretty uneventful, but you tried your best to pay attention, it was your first day, after all.

In the middle of the lesson, you felt something hit you.

You looked down the piece of paper that had hit you and you looked in the direction it came from, seeing Connor staring out the window

You opened the paper ball and smiled softly at it,

“Thanks.”

You took a pen of a different ink color and wrote a response before you threw it behind you

You didn’t look at Connor, but you could hear the crinkling of the paper

Before it could make its way back to you, the bell rang. You packed up your belongings before standing up and turning around to face Connor who was awkwardly standing there with the paper ball

“How do you know my name? Did you learn it just to see me freak out? Just so you can see Connor Murphy go crazy? Just like everyone else?” He demanded, moving frantically.

You shook your head and held your hands up defensively, “No, no. I heard that jerk use it early, You don’t have to worry about though. I just want to be friends, I promise.”

He hesitated before a scowl rested on his face, “Liar.” He walked out of the class before you chased after him and grabbed his sleeve

He stopped and looked down at you in surprise, “You’re still following me? Why?”

“Because I want to be friends, Connor! How can I convince you I’m telling you the truth?

He grimaced at you before glancing away for a moment, “What’s your name?”

“Well, my name is Y/n, but you can-”

“Your new name is dork. Where’s your next class, dork?”

He took your schedule and looked over it

“Cool. I have this next class too. Wanna walk together?”

You nodded gratefully, smiling. “I would love that.”

You could’ve sworn he had a small smile on his face before he wiped his mouth and it was gone

Connor had walked with you to your next class and made sure to sit next to you and distract you the whole period with drama about everyone, and who they were.

“The asshole from earlier was Jared Kleinman. Truly a dickhead if I’ve ever seen one.”

“I agree. I’m so sorry about earlier. You don’t deserve that.” You placed a comforting hand on Connor’s and his hand darted away from yours. He averted his gaze and you retracted your hand

After a moment of quiet, “Is it always like this for you?

You were a little nervous for the answer

“Yeah.”

You had never felt so awful for another person in your life.

“Connor, I-”

“What is this about for you? Why are you being nice to me? You have no reason to be. It’s probably because I’m just the weird-”

You obviously weren’t getting through to him, and that wasn’t his fault. This boy was so damaged and it seemed he’d never been treated well

You did the first thing you could think of and you grabbed his hand and held it with both of your hands, causing him to stop speaking halfway through his sentence

He stopped speaking and accepted your touch, not knowing how else to react,

You stayed like that the rest of class, no more words being exchanging, only your touch on one another.

The bell had eventually rung and you two had let go to put away your things

Connor had waited for you, his hands by his sides as watched put your stuff away

You stood up and shyly held out your pinky for him to hook his onto

He shyly accepted and the two of you walked to your next class

You were so grateful to have the same schedule as Connor

You had two more classes before lunch, but after them, you happily pulled the tall boy with you to a table in the corner

You placed your stuff down and grabbed his hand once again, taking him in line with you

He kept his eyes on your hands, hyper focusing on that, pretending he didn’t hear the whispers about him and you.

You heard the whispers, but ignored them. You got your food after a while before turning to Connor, “Don’t listen to those assholes. They don’t know how sweet or awesome you are.”

He offered a smile before looking down sadly and sitting in his designated spot across from you

“No, they’re right. You shouldn’t be hanging out with me, I’m a fucking freak.”

You grabbed his hand and held it tightly, “You are not a freak, Connor. Please trust me when I tell you that.” You frowned

He gave you a look, his eyes were sad and yet he had a small smile on his face, “Thank you, Y/n.”

“Thought my new name was dork, Con?”

“Oh? Already moving to a nickname for me, dork?” He teased, causing you to roll your eyes and smile

For the entirety of lunch, the two of you got to know each other. Connor told you about the bullying and how bad it could get, and you listened attentively.

You squeezed his hand tight, “You are never alone, Con. Promise. I’m always here for you.” You swore, causing him to squeeze your hand tightly

Weeks later

You and Connor had become inseparable or the last few weeks, telling each other everything, always hanging out outside of school

The Murphy’s loved you, trying to have you over as much as possible

Though, sometimes it got a little overwhelming, so you and Connor would duck into his room, or back to your house

Your family loved Connor too, they wanted him over as much as possible.

Connor had told you and your family about how bad it could get over there sometimes, so your doors were always open to him

One day though, you weren’t feeling too great because of allergies, so you decided to stay home for the day.

You shot your best friend a text, ‘not feelin’ the best. staying home td. don’t miss me 2 much lol’

Connor didn’t answer, but you were pretty sure he saw the message.

An hour or so later, there was a sharp rap on the door and you ran to it, looking out the peephole

A jittery Connor stood outside the door and you swung it open, he flew into your arms almost knocking you over

You stumbled but gained your composure, rubbing his back as you held him as close as you could

“Woah, hey, what happened?” You asked the boy

He said nothing but pulled a folded up piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to you

You unfolded it and read it quickly, gasping in surprise at the fact that the letter stated how much Evan Hansen liked Zoe Murphy, Connor’s sister.

“He just printed it out to see me freak out. He just wanted to have an excuse to tell the world CONNOR MURPHY IS A FUCKING FREAK!”

You shook your head and held his face gently in your hands, causing him to freeze and look down at you “What are you-”

“Hey, I’ve got you. Listen to me, Con, I’m sure that wasn’t what he was trying to do. Had he been trying to talk to you while you were in there?”

He went silent for a moment, “I-well, no, but--”

You gave him a look saying, “See?”

He sighed heavily and buried his face in your neck,

“I was so scared, Y/n. I was going to do something awful.”

Your face paled and your heart rate sped up

He was getting better. You knew it.

But, this was a step in the right direction.

He trusted you enough to confide in you, so he did

“Connor...What were you going to do?”

And immediately after you asked, the tall boy crumpled into your arms, causing you to frown deeply and lead the two of you towards the couch

Connor told you explicitly how he planned to wait until his whole family was out to attempt, and you couldn’t help the tears that began to spill from your eyes.

“Con, no...” You sniffed and held him close

At first he didn’t reciprocate like normal

Of course he was wary of anyone’s touch, other than yours

But this felt different somehow

It felt like there was more weight to it.

Connor nervously wrapped his arms around you and finally returned the hug

“Connor, you mean the world to me, I can’t lose you, especially when I’ve only known you for such a short time. I can’t lose you ever.”

The words rung around Connor’s head like a bell and he couldn’t stop himself from acting on his impulses

He pulled you from his shoulder and cupped your face, kissing you deeply.

Shocked, you kissed him back, your arms flying around his neck

He suddenly pulled away after a few minutes, a look of concern welded on his face, “I’m so sorry, Y/n. Fuck! You probablly think I’m some fucking weirdo creep, just like-”

You laid a hand on his cheek and his little ramble ceased,

“What I actually think, is that it’s about time.”

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ACCEPTING PROMPTS

Hey all, long time no see. It’s been a while since I updated anything and I feel bad leaving for so long. The reasons for this are:

1) I ran out of time to work on it and when I had time I was doing other things. I just lost my job but was previously working 40+ hours a week and running errands on weekends. I was physically and mentally exhausted.

2) What is motivation anymore? Seriously, I’d sit down to work on my WIPs and end up reading on my phone instead until I had to go to sleep.

3) I’m kinda stuck on how to proceed with The New World Orders. Some people have pointed out that I’ve fallen into the “woah is me,” “problematic main character,” trope and I agree. But I also don’t know how to fix it 😂. I have no idea how to finish writing it. Like I know where I’m going with the story and I have everything planned out (like really planned out. Talking my Tism and Hyper-focused obsessiveness made me create a whole ass family tree with personalities and houses and a bunch of other shit for this gen and the next two gens and going back like 4. I seriously have a tree website with 3,000 people on it all for this story. It’s nuts. I have no intention of going into past generations in this and I won’t be expanding past their kids but the fact that my brain could pull that shit and can’t write the next chapter is scary and fucking annoying at the same time). Where I was going with that tangent is I have the big picture, but it’s the individual chapters that are messing me up.

So, having said that, I am obviously in a bit of a slump. I haven’t written anything in what feels like ages and I need to do something a little smaller scaled to get back into things. I will eventually finish my WIP - I have no idea when but I will do it or be damned 😠 ✊🏻👊🏻. I am taking requests right now for one shots. Here’s the specs if you’re interested;

Couples I’m willing to write:

1) Anyone paired in my WIP or if you go to Chapter 6: Chapter 5 there’s an authors note where I list alternative partners, I’m willing to write those as well.

2) Steve x Bucky (MCU), Nat x Clint (MCU), Peter x Deadpool (MCU)

3) Rey x Kylo (Star Wars), Rose x Hux (Star Wars), Finn x Poe (Star Wars), Padme x Anikan/Darth Vader (Star Wars)

4) Kellin Quinn x Vic Fuentes (Sleeping With Sirens and Pierce the Veil), Alex Gaskarth x Jack Barakat (All Time Low), Hyunjin Hwang x Lee Felix (Stray Kids)

5) Evan Hansen x Connor Murphy (Dear Evan Hansen), Zoe Murphy x Alana Beck (Dear Evan Hansen), Michael Mell x Jeremy Heere (Be More Chill), Phantom x Christine (Phantom of the Opera), Veronica x JD (Heathers)

6) Marinette x Adrien (Miraculous Lady Bug), Sam x Dean (Supernatural), Rapunzel x Jack Frost (Disney / Dreamworks), Hiccup x Merida (Disney / Dreamworks), Carly Shay x Freddie Bensen (ICarly), Percy x Nico (Percy Jackson)

I’m not hard-set on these being the only couples I’ll write but these are 100% something I’ll write. You’re welcome to request additional pairs but I can’t guarantee I’ll know any other pairs or be comfortable writing them if I only know them in passing.

Situations I’m willing to write:

Pretty open to any situation but I won’t write anything with kid smut. I like lots of AU’s (Mafia, Hurt/Comfort, Meet Cute, Song fics, Reunions, Pinning, Omegaverse (my personal favorite at the moment), Harry Potter, I’m even open to angst). I will say I’m not much of a switch fan so I won’t write switch smut and I’m pretty set on who tops and bottoms with some of these couples so I may not accept every smut ask for those two reasons.

Feel free to comment on this or send me a messgae. And please share, if you have friends who may not read Dramione but read any other couples I posted above share with them! I wanna do as many of these as possible. I don’t plan on doing any long prompts, I’m not trying to turn these into more fics, but I really want to get back into writing and I think this may be the way to do it. If I get enough requests I’ll separate the one shots by genre (or universe? Not sure how to fraise that but like all Harry Potter in one and Marvel in a different fic) otherwise I’ll just put them all in a one and differentiate in the chapter titles. I’m really hoping I get some responses for this because my head is empty right now and I need someone to tell me what to write 😂. Thanks all! Love you and hope life is treating you well right now.

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spirirsstuff · 11 months

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behind him? what do you mean? there’s nobody there!

#dear evan hansen #deh #connor murphy #evan hansen #this is how i imagine connor would be just. watching things go down after he died #i think he would be like ‘that’s bullshit’ after literally everything evan says about him but he’s dead. so nobody will know #my art #also yes connor’s hands are very uneven but shhhhhh

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codybug · 1 year

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if owl city had dropped the tornado in 2015 i would have gone batshit crazy insane over it

#it still fucks but imagine the mental oc amv possibilities when you're like 15 #but in the other hand you'd have 3000 animatics of connor murphy or something

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super-high-school-level-squip · 2 years

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wouldn’t it be interesting if Connor x Jared was like, dinfoyle? Like they just had a similar dynamic to Dinesh and Gilfoyle for some reason?

#you see the fun of any chip involving Connor Murphy is that you can imagine whatever dynamic you want #really that’s how all ships with dead people work #unless of course they’re ghosts #but in the case of ghost Connor #he doesn’t count #anyway would that make Evan Richard?#yea #yes #it would #deh #dear evan hansen

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dreaminginpastels · 2 years

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d e a r e v a n h a n s e n m a s t e r l i s t

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key:

✿ = fluff

➷ = angst

⁂ = hurt/comfort

☽ = alternate universe

♡ = gender neutral reader (they/them pronouns) - default

❀ = female reader (she/her pronouns) - by request

✧ = male reader (he/him pronouns) - by request

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connor murphy

open your eyes ✿➷⁂❀

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

#connor murphy x reader #connor murphy x fem!reader #connor murphy x you #connor murphy imagine #connor murphy oneshot #connor murphy #connor murphy fanfic #connor murphy fanfiction #dear evan hansen #dear evan hansen x reader #dear evan hansen x fem!reader #dear evan hansen x you #dear evan hansen imagine #dear evan hansen oneshot #dear evan hansen fanfic #dear evan hansen fanfiction #requests open #daniella writes 💫

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wheresurboytonighthelookslikeenj · 2 years

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The way these two bonus tracks make me feel more emotions than the entirety of you will be found

#dear evan hansen #the way obvious seems like it could've been said by connor! the way you can imagine connor singing it himself and disconnect evan entirely!#how masterfully it conveys the innocent fear of being perceived and emotionally vulnerable!#the way hiding in your hands is so relatable #the way the murphys are such a happy perfect family on the outside but zoe so honestly admits that in reality they aren't #the way in requiem zoe almost refuses to feel emotion but in hiding in your hands she desperately yearns to be allowed to feel #PLEASE THESE SONGS I SWEAR

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youraveragekilljoy87 · 2 years

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My mom cried a total of twelve times during Dear Evan Hansen. I also cried once. But I cried on the inside many more times.

#dear evan hansen #connor murphy #Evan Hansen #zoe murphy #musicals #deh musical #and that was just rhe MOVIE!#imagine if the movie included everything the book and musical did #we’d need therapy for the rest of our lives

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thatwriterchaotic · 1 year

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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.

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.

#murphy macmanus fanfiction #murphy x reader #murphy macmanus #connor murphy #the boondock saints #the walking dead #daryl dixon #twd daryl #daryl x reader #twd fanfiction #daryl dixion imagine #daryl imagines #my writing #writer #writers on tumblr

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xriff-raffx · 2 years

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A Good Distraction 18+

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Mike always took his work seriously. When he wasn’t at rehearsals or filming, he would be working on his character or running lines with me. Even now, Mike finally has a break between projects and he’s sitting on the couch, reading a new script he found. I was doing my best to not be annoyed by it but I was looking forward to having time together.

“Any good?” I asked, gesturing to the script as I took a seat on the chair next to him.

He glanced up at me briefly, “too early to tell.” His brows were furrowed together as his eyes quickly scanned across the pages. He moved his hand to head, running his fingers through his hair like he usually does when he's deep in thought and let out a sigh. “The characters are good but this plot…” he trailed off.

“Let me guess,” I leaned back further into my chair, “you’ll need to read it a few more times.” I took his silence as confirmation and let out a huff, crossing my arms over my chest. “Aren’t you supposed to be off?”

Mike looked over at me, “I am off.” I instinctually rolled my eyes as he continued, “Y/N, I really gotta get through this. As soon as I’m done, I promise I’m all yours.” He smiled at me and turned his attention back to the script.

I stood up from the chair, defeated. This is the first time in months that we’re both actually off at the same time and he’s reading a damn script. I went to our bedroom and began pacing in thought. How can I get his mind off of work? An idea struck and I quickly changed out of my pyjamas, putting on his favourite pair of my red lace panties and one of his shirts. I smirked as I took in my reflection in the mirror, pulling my hair out of the messy bun and letting it fall past my shoulders. The plan was set and I was sure it would work.

I made my way back into the living room, “Do you want a coffee?” I asked, walking past where he sat on the couch, making sure to sway my hips as I did. I saw him sit up out of the corner of my eye and I did my best to conceal a smile.

“What are you doing?” He asked, eyeing me suspiciously before looking me up and down.

“Going to make coffee,” I called back over my shoulder, laughing. “Was that not obvious?” I set up the keurig and made myself a cup before returning to the living room. I took a seat on the chair and crossed my legs, picking up a book from the side table and pretending to read.

“It’s not going to work,” He hummed, his attention back on the script.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I mused back.

“You’re about as subtle as a sledgehammer.”

I tossed my book at him, which he caught with ease, letting out a laugh. I made my way over to where he was sitting and grabbed the script from his hands. He watched my movements, annoyance all over his face. I flipped through the pages, quickly before tossing it down beside him. I positioned myself so I was straddling his lap, my arms wrapped around his neck. He turned his head away from me and moved his arms to rest on the back of the couch.

“I told you,” he smirked, “It’s not going to work.” I pouted up at him before moving my lips to his neck, planting sloppy kisses. “C’mon babe,” he groaned.

“What do you care,” I mumbled between kisses, “I thought it wasn’t going to work?” I looked up at him smirking and we briefly made eye contact before he reached over and grabbed the script. I let out a groan in frustration, “Mike, please? I missed you.”

“I’m right here,” he gave me one of his award winning smiles. I pouted again in response, making him chuckle slightly. “I promise I’ll make it up to you, baby.” He moved his free hand to rest on my hip as he gripped the script in the other.

“Fine,” I said, making his eyebrows raise again. “I can make plans with a friend,” I pulled myself up and grabbed my phone, “do you think Y/M/F/N is free?” I knew this would bother him the most and I watched his eyes go darker. Y/M/F/N and I had been friends since we were little but for some reason he was the only person Mike would ever get jealous of. I started to dial as I walked down the hallway to our room but I had no real intention of calling.

“You better be going to put some clothes on first!” He yelled after me, I could hear the seriousness arise in his tone.

“Oh c’mon, where’s the fun in that?” I yelled back, laughing. It didn’t take long before Mike was standing in the doorway with his arms crossed and I tried not to smile at the stern look on his face. “Besides, I already tried to get your attention and like you said, It won’t work.” Within seconds his hands were gripping my hips and I let out a gasp of surprise at the sudden contact.

“Well you have my attention now,” his eyes were clouded with lust and I felt him guide me backwards towards our bed. “The question is,” he sat down on the edge, “now that you have it, what will you do with it.” I smiled down at him, standing between his legs and ran my fingers through his hair.

I leaned down and connected our lips together. His hands found the shirt I was wearing and he gripped it, pulling me closer. Our tongues fought for dominance until Mike bit my lip causing me to moan, letting him take control.

“Hey,” I whined, pulling away slightly, “that’s not fair!”

“Since when do you care about fairness?” He chuckled, “You’re the one walking around half naked, just begging for me to grab you.”

“I’m not begging!”

He let out a laugh, “No, you’re just dressed like this,” I felt his fingers brush against my panties and my breathing hitched, “hoping I wouldn’t notice.” I could feel myself starting to get wet. His voice lowered, “you should be happy baby, you’re getting what you want.” He attached his lips to my neck and I moaned.

“I’ll be happy when you start using me,” I smirked down at him. He roughly grabbed my ass and I shrieked.

“Always so impatient.” Mike tossed me onto the bed beside him. I propped myself up on my elbows and watched as he removed his shirt and then pants. “That’s too bad though, because I plan on teasing you.”

He climbed on top of me, connecting our lips again, briefly. His mouth moved down my body, leaving a trail of sloppy kisses all the way down to my panty lines. His fingers looped the sides and dragged them down my legs. I felt his finger trail along my folds, and I tried to hide my moans.

“You’re so wet for me baby,” he smiled down at me. He began to place kisses on my folds making me squirm, licking till he found my sweet spot.

“Mike,” I moaned, “please?”

He stopped to look at me before standing up, “You close already, babe? I don’t want you tiring out on me yet,” he winked. He pulled down his boxers and his cock sprang free, I licked my lips at the sight. I looked up to see him smirking, watching my mouth. Our eyes met and he nodded lightly. I immediately sat up and positioned myself at the edge of the bed, bringing his cock to my lips. Mike ran his hands through my hair, pulling it gently. I began to place light kisses all along his length, making him groan in frustration. “I get it, you’re teasing me back now.”

“Sorry, baby,” I looked up at him through my eyelashes, giggling. I took his cock into my mouth, deepthroating him. I bobbed my head on his dick, the sounds of Mike’s moans filled the room. I started to feel him throb, so I slowed down to a stop and slowly pulled my lips off of him. “As much as I love to suck you, I want to feel you inside of me.”

“Oh yeah?” Mike asked, pushing me down on the bed. I nodded in response and he placed a light kiss on my lips.

Without warning, Mike slammed his cock into my pussy causing us both to moan out. He gave me a moment to adjust to his size, ripping his shirt off my body. He slowly began to fuck me, bucking his hips deep. Wrapping my arms around his torso, I began to match his movements.

“That’s my girl,” he grunted, picking up his speed. My nails dug into his back, I’m sure leaving marks. I wrapped my legs around him, deepening our movements. He sped up and I became a moaning mess. “I love fucking you,” He leaned down and we made out as he continued to pound me. “I want you cum for me, sweet heart.”

“I’m so close, Mike.” I could feel my thighs shaking.

“Cum, now.” His voice became harsh and I did as he said. I moaned out as I covered his cock in my juices. He pulled out of me and stood at the bottom of the bed. I felt him slide two fingers in me and I let out another moan. “Fuck babe, you’re soaked.” I looked up to see him smirking down at me, looking proud of how much damage he’d done. His hand was gripping his cock, rubbing gently.

“You made me feel so good,” I giggled out, “but you still need to cum. I sat up and positioned myself in front of his dick. “Maybe you could fuck my mouth?” I asked, looking up through my eye lashes.

“You want me to?” He asked, running his thumb over my lip. I nodded back and he smirked down at me, “open wide, beautiful”

I opened my mouth and he positioned his cock inside. He began to thrust, making me gag on his size. I could feel my eyes begin to water and his grip on my hair tighten, I knew he was close. I reached up and lightly massaged his balls, earning a growl from Mike. I looked up at him and we made eye contact just before I felt him explode in my mouth. He pulled out and I happily swallowed his load.

”You really are so beautiful,” he told me, crawling onto the bed next to me. He pulled me close to his chest and placed a kiss on my forehead. I looked up at him and started giggling. “What’s so funny?”

“I won,” I smiled up at him, confusion was all over his face. “You said my distraction wouldn’t work.” Realisation washed over him and he smiled before placing a kiss on my head.

“You’re a good distraction,” He winked and then began to smirk at me. He hopped out of the bed, “But thanks for reminding me, I’ve got more reading to do.”

“Mike,” I groaned in annoyance, watching him slip a pair of sweatpants on.

“You rest up,” he said walking to the doorway. “Round 2 in 1 hour,” he paused to wink at me before running back to the couch. “Timer starting now!”

I couldn’t help but laugh as I wrapped myself in the blanket and waited for what felt like the longest hour ever.

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