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a helping hand - John Murphy x reader
Summary: „Why are you helping me? I’m the bad guy, in case you forgot.“ Set during 1 x 10 (I am become Death), based on this teaser.
warnings: mentions of blood + injuries, angst, Murphy being Murphy (yes, he does have a soft side in this, but that doesn’t mean that he’s not still a dick); please lmk if I forgot something!
AN: I’m not quite sure whether anyone will still care for Murphy x reader in 2023, but I love my trash son so much, I just had to write something about him. Please let me know if you liked it!
You dip the bloodied cloth into the bucket filled with water, watching as the water slowly turns red. Your hands are bloody as well and there’s dried blood crested under your fingernails, but with all the sick teens around you needing medical attendance, you don’t have time to try to thoroughly wash your hands, so you just dip them into the water, grabbing a bar of soap, watching as the water turns an even deeper red.
Blood.
There’s just so much of it.
You sigh, standing up again. There’s no time for dwelling on your thoughts, not when the whole first floor of the Dropship is full of sick, coughing teenagers that need your help.
You go to Fox and Connor next, checking up on them. But apart from trying to clean them up - they’ve started coughing up blood as well - and getting them to drink some water, there isn’t much you can do to actually help them. You have no medicine, no painkillers - apart from Monty’s moonshine and considering that a painkiller really is a stretch in your opinion -, nothing. Only a few spare blankets you and Clarke gave out earlier, in order to help keep everyone warm.
A sudden wave of anger and irritation at your helplessness when faced with this unknown, dangerous virus overcomes you and you clench your fists in frustration. You allow yourself a moment to try and bury that emotion deep inside - because being this emotionally overwhelmed, you won’t be any help to the others -, closing your eyes and breathing deeply.
When you open your eyes again, they land on Murphy - who’s looking right back at you with his good eye, the other one is still swollen shut.
You gulp, trying to swallow down the nervousness that is suddenly clawing its way up your throat. Murphy’s the one who brought the disease into the Camp.
After being tortured by the grounders for days, you try to remind yourself. After being unceremoniously tossed out of Camp for a murder he didn’t commit. And while he’s definitely a rude asshole that can be a bit unpredictable at times - though you think more often than not he’s just lashing out when provoked, attacked, or in case of the whole Charlotte incident, wrongfully accused - you don’t think that he’s as bad as everyone makes him out to be.
But maybe that’s just you being naive, always wanting to see the good in people. He did try to go after Charlotte, after all. Though, you think, that probably had more to do with him seeking justice - a twisted, self-righteous kind of justice, but still justice - than vengeance.
You sigh, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. Whatever the deal with Murphy is - and whatever the reason for you to suddenly spend so much of your thoughts on him is - right now, it doesn’t matter.
Right now the only thing that matters is that he’s sick and hurt and he needs someone to help him clean up his wounds and that’s exactly what you’re here for.
So, you take a deep breath and square your shoulders, before walking over to him and dropping down in front of him. His blue-green eyes - the good one at least- meet yours for just a split second, but then he’s looking away again. You dip the cloth into the bucket of water - after helping Fox and Connor you’d gone out to get some fresh water - and reach out for him, but just when you’re about to touch him, he twists away from you.
„What’re you doing?“, he says, his voice low, distrust and irritation evident in his expression.
„Helping you“, you answer, gesturing to the wet cloth in your hands. „Someone needs to clean up your wounds, Murphy.“
He scoffs. „Yeah, right.“
You frown. „Look Murphy, just let me help you, please.“
He doesn’t say anything to that, doesn’t acknowledge your words with anything other than a raise of his eyebrows, but you decide to just take his lack of a verbal response as a good sign - or at least as a sign that he hopefully won’t refuse your help any further.
You wet the cloth cloth again, before carefully reaching your hand out to him again. This time, he doesn’t twist away from you, so you gingerly touch his bloodied and scarred cheek with your fingertips, before carefully applying pressure with the cloth.
All the while, Murphy looks at you, an undecipherable emotion in his blue-green eyes. The intensity of his gaze is distracting, and you swallow, trying to concentrate on cleaning up his wounds, trying to ignore the burning heat of his gaze. Though it’s impossible to really ignore it, with you two being so close that you can feel his warm breath ghosting over your skin, causing you to shiver.
Something shifts in Murphy’s expression then - if you weren’t paying so much attention, you might’ve missed it, but as it is, you can see the bitter smirk that crosses his lips for an instant, before he bites down hard on his lips.
Your eyes meet then. You swallow - you feel caught in his stare, unable to look at anything but him.
„Why are you helping me?“, he asks you, his voice low and raspy and laced with something that almost sounds like desperation. „I’m the bad guy, in case you forgot.“
„Because you need help“, you say, underlining your words by lightly trailing your fingertips over the deep cut on his left cheek. „And because I want to understand you.“ It’s true - you do want to understand him. You want to know how he came to be who he is today, why on earth he set fire to a room on the Ark.
And fuck. This - this is dangerous.
That bitter smirk crosses his face again. „Oh, so you want to know why I’m such a jerk, why I told the Camp’s location to the grounders, is that it?“
„You were tortured“, you say softly, but Murphy only scoffs.
„Yeah, I’m afraid that doesn’t count as an excuse“, he says, voice full of bitterness.
„Wha-“, you start to say, but then you remember that you saw Bellamy talking to Murphy earlier. And yes, that would certainly explain Murphy’s comments about his being tortured not being an excuse for giving up your location.
You sigh frustratedly. Of course you know that Bellamy only wants to protect everyone at Camp, but you also know him well enough to imagine him making some kind of petty remark how he wouldn’t have caved under torture, wouldn’t have given up the Camp’s location.
Which - fuck that. Anyone would eventually cave under torture, even someone as strong-willed and fierce as Bellamy.
Murphy’s hiss of pain when you accidentally linger too long on one of his cuts with your fingertips draws you out of your thoughts. „Sorry“ you say, biting your lip.
Murphy just shrugs and suddenly you’re hit with the desperate urge to help him, even though you’re not quite sure if there even is anything you can do that could make his situation better - apart from cleaning up his wounds, which you already are doing.
„I’m sorry for what happened to you“, you say then, looking at him. „That’s not - I can only imagine what you went through and I really am sorry that that happened to you.“
Murphy looks at you, confusion and irritation evident in his expression.
„And I know that won’t change anything-“
„No it won’t“, Murphy interrupts you, but this time, there’s no venom in his voice - just pain and resignation. „But it’s nothing I haven’t experienced before.“
Now it’s your turn to be confused. As you continue cleaning up his wounds, you mull over his words in your mind, trying to understand what he’s implying with his words. Does he mean that he was tortured on the Ark? But that can’t be right, can it? Yes, the Ark’s council is strict and unforgiving, but you haven’t heard about them torturing somebody.
„Can you even see anything like that?“, Murphy says, interrupting your thought process, and suddenly he’s reaching out with one hand, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear.
You swallow, trying desperately not to show how much that one little touch affected you. But your heart is thundering so loudly in your chest that you’re convinced that he’s able to hear it.
Especially once you can no longer pretend to re-inspect the cuts on his face yet again - you really need to take a look at the wounds on his chest.
You clear your throat, trying to sound more confident than you feel. „I - uh - I need to take a look at the wounds on your chest, judging by all that blood I’ll probably need to do some stitches … uhm could you - uh - maybe take off your shirt?“
Kill me, you think, wanting to die from embarrassment. Of course, the first time you’ll see a boy without his shirt on - apart from some of the boys that walk around Camp shirtless in the morning and you don’t think that they actually count - has to be in this weird situation.
As if reading your thoughts, Murphy just smirks, before taking off his shirt. But just when’s almost free of his shirt, he hisses, his face screwing up in pain.
„Let me“, you say, helping him.
For a moment, you just stare at each other breathlessly.
Then, so quietly that you’re not quite sure whether you’ve imagined it, he says: „Thank you.“
You nod, clearing your throat. Not knowing what else to say, you start inspecting his chest, lightly trailing your fingertips over the various scratches and other wounds - trying not to be distracted by his muscles you can feel under your fingertips and his burning gaze.
Murphy hisses again when your fingers brush over a particularly deep wound. „Sorry“, you murmur, leaning in even closer to get a better look at his wound. „This wound needs some stitches, I’m, uh, going to get a needle and some thread.“
You get up and walk over to where all the medical supplies are stored, thankful for this short moment away from Murphy, his intense stare and your confusing thoughts about him.
„Here“, you say, after sitting down in front of Murphy again and hand him the bottle of moonshine you’ve grabbed as well, „you might want to drink this before I get started on those stitches.“
Murphy just nods, taking the bottle of moonshine from you and taking a long, big sip. „Do your worst“, he says, prompting you to roll your eyes.
„Thanks for the vote of confidence“, you murmur, though you can understand why he’d be apprehensive about this. If it were you being in his situation, you’d rather be stitched up by a trained doctor as well, but since you teens are all on your own and Clarke, the only one of you with actual medical training is currently getting some well-deserved sleep, you’re his only option. Unlike Clarke, you haven’t received any actual medical training but you do know how to give stitches - in theory at least - so you hopefully won’t screw this up.
Here goes nothing, you think, getting started on the stitches.
Murphy bites down hard on his lips, though a slight hiss still escapes him.
You cringe, shooting him an apologetic smile before concentrating on his wound again. „Sorry.“
Murphy doesn’t say anything in response, just nods.
You’re both quiet as you continue with the stitches. Then, when you’re almost done, Murphy suddenly says: „I got real sick when I was thirteen … only made it because my dad stole some medicine for me ... course, he got floated for it …“
You swallow, meeting his gaze. You don’t know why he’s suddenly telling you this - you just know that the story he’s about to tell you most likely won’t have a happy ending.
Murphy looks away from you then, laughing bitterly. „My mother … she was never the same after his death … She started drinking. Blamed me for his death. Told me everyday that I’m a worthless good-for-nothing that’s responsible for his father’s death. She died three years after him … and I just-“
He stops talking then, shaking his head.
„Murphy, I-“, you start to say, though you stop as well, not quite knowing what it is that you actually want to say. Murphy suddenly opening up to you is so confusing and his story so heartbreaking, you’re not quite sure what the appropriate words for this situation are, let alone if there even are any.
„Anyway“, Murphy now says, voice tinged with bitterness, „I just - I had all this pai- anger in me and I didn’t know how to handle it, how to let it out. So I set fire to those rooms, got arrested.“
„Murphy …“, you say, your voice hollow, your heart breaking for the broken, angry boy in front of.
He laughs dryly, though the sound has a wheezing quality to it that instantly worries you. „You wanted to know, didn’t you? Wanted to understand why I became such a jerk. Well, there you have it.“
„I do“, you say, putting away the needle and thread and looking at Murphy, meeting his gaze. „I do understand you, Murphy. I still think you’re an opportunistic jerk, but I understand, I really do. I - I know that it’s not worth much, but I am sorry that this happened to you, it’s awful.“
Murphy just shrugs, not saying anything.
But he’s still looking at you and now that you know what to look for, now that you finally understand him better, you see the pain in his expression.
Not just due to the torture. There’s so much more, pain that’s probably been building in him for years and that he turned into sharp, pointed hate and anger, because he didn’t know how to deal with all of his pain.
You want to help him, though you don’t really know how and why. Yes, he is a rude jerk and at Camp he was also somewhat of a bully, but you think that that’s most likely due to him not knowing how to communicate in something that’s not just anger and aggression. But you also believe that there’s more to him - that he’s not just this lonely, broken, rude jerk that that’s probably just a facade he’s hiding behind.
„I understand, Murphy“, you say again, still looking at the storm of emotions in his green-blue eyes. Something shifts in Murphy’s expression then - he’s listening to you and something in his gaze tells you that he believes your words, believes you. „I truly do. But there’s more to life than just pain, anger and aggression.“
With that, you reach out a hand, softly grasping one of his hands with yours. You’re not quite sure why you’re doing it, you just know that you want to be there for Murphy, that you want to help him - and that you want him to understand that you truly mean your words.
Murphy’s arm jerks, as if he wants to rip his hand out of your grasp, but then he grasps your hand, squeezing it lightly. He reaches up with his other hand, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear.
Just like before, your breath hitches. But this - this is different than before. This time, there’s no venom in Murphy’s gaze, no quiet challenge, no pent-up anger. Just curiosity and something softer that you can’t quite describe.
„I still don’t really get why you’re helping me“, Murphy says, leaning even closer to you. You’re so close that you could count the lashes on his good eye. You feel his breath ghosting over your skin and you shiver in anticipation.
„But I’m glad that I let you.“ With that, he leans in even closer, searching your eyes and whatever he sees in them, must convince him. He presses his lips to yours and you’re so overwhelmed that you don’t know how to react. But just when you feel Murphy starting to pull away, you kiss him back, bringing your free hand up to his neck.
You feel him smirk into the kiss and if you weren’t currently kissing him, you’d definitely roll your eyes at him. As it is, you continue kissing him, though you give his hand a squeeze that’s probably a bit too harsh.
Murphy just smirks again, deepening the kiss and tangling his hand in your hair. You can feel your heart start to beat faster and there’s a curious sensation in your stomach that feels like those butterflies that you’ve read about in books.
You lose yourself in the kiss, in the feeling of Murphy.
Kissing Murphy feels good, though his lips are chapped and dry and he hisses in pain when you overeagerly lean a little too much against him. But still - kissing Murphy feels good.
And even though you’re still confused and you know that one conversation won’t suddenly make him sunshine personified - you like his dry sarcasm way too much for that - you also know that you want more. You want to get to know Murphy, really get to know him, you want to be there for him. And if there are more occasions to kiss him along the way of getting to know him and helping him, then you certainly won’t complain about that.
Murphy gives you one last, bruising kiss, before breaking the kiss, breathlessly leaning his forehead against yours.
„I - Murphy - what …“, you stammer, still too wound up from the kiss.
Murphy smirks. „That was thank you.“
You can’t help but roll your eyes. „I see“, you say dryly.
„For stitching me up … and for not giving up on me“, Murphy adds, his voice serious again.
You smile softly, reaching up to brush a strand of hair out of his eye. „I’ll be sure to stick around then.“
Murphy grins, though there’s a vulnerability to it now that wasn’t there before. „Doesn’t sound too bad …“
„Yeah, it doesn’t“, you agree, before leaning up to kiss him again.
You feel him smiling into the kiss, causing you to smile as well.
Yes, the road ahead is not going to be easy - this is John Murphy, resident sarcastic, rude asshole, after all - but you’re not afraid to walk it with Murphy.
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Them | Art Donaldson
MASTERLIST | AO3 | KO-FI
Relationship(s): Art Donaldson x gn!reader (unrequited romantic), Art Donaldson x Tashi Duncan x Patrick Zweig (romantic)
Summary: You'll never be them.
Warnings: Angst, unhappy relationship. (Let me know if I need to add any)
Word count: 0.3k
(A/N: I saw Challengers today and… oh boy. This throuple is so fucking compelling, I like depressing shit, and I had a crush on Mike Faist's Connor Murphy when I was a teen, so I figured why not write something to combine my crush, my love of depressing shit and my fascination with this throuple to write a little thing. I thought it'd be a really interesting dynamic to explore. If you'd be interested in seeing more from this idea, let me know, and I'll happily write something! I'm tempted to write an angsty thing where the reader is finally open about the fact that they know about Art's feelings for Tashi and Patrick.)
You’ll never be them.
You’ll never be Tashi Duncan, whose gaze he craves like sunlight. It’s like he searches for his reflection in her eyes- no matter the distance between them- because that’s the only place he wants to exist, or can exist. He gets lost in them. It’s a good job he doesn’t want to leave; he couldn’t if he tried.
You’ll never be Patrick Zweig, whose smile would make his knees buckle were his legs not strong from years of training. His stare can’t stop time quite like Tashi’s, but he’d probably melt if Patrick looked at him for long enough.
Their history is something you’ve pieced together from scraps of anecdotes he’s reluctantly offered up over the time you’ve been together. Each one serves as a bedtime story you can’t help but tell yourself late at night, the ceiling a screen on which to project memories that aren’t yours. Art always faces away from you when you’re in bed together. You used to wonder if he was dreaming of them, or just her, or just him. But, one night, you noticed the moonlight reflected in his eyes, and you realised he was lying awake, too, as tortured by Tashi and Patrick as you.
He can love more than one person at a time. Maybe he loves you, too. But, he doesn’t love you like Tashi, or like Patrick. You know that. He can say those three magic words all he wants. He can kiss you. He can look at you. It all rings hollow when adoration practically radiates off him when he locks eyes with Patrick or Tashi. You recognise it because it’s like the adoration that radiates off you when you look at him.
But, you don’t say anything. Just like how Art doesn’t say anything.
#art donaldson x reader#art donaldson#challengers x reader#challengers#tashi duncan#patrick zweig#x reader#x gn!reader#x gn reader#x gender neutral!reader#x gender neutral reader
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tidal [murphy macmanus]
PAIRING — MURPHY MACMANUS x F!READER
GENRE — SMUT, SLIGHT ANGST, FLUFF.
WORD COUNT — 2030
WARNINGS — established relationship, cursing, mentions of physical fights, deep cuts (cleaning = pain), bruises, blood, injured!murphy, reader cleans his scars, pet names, sexual innuendo, oral sex (m! receiving), smoking, p in v sex, cowgirl, creampie, slight breeding kink, breasts/nipple play.
A/N — wanted to write fluff, but my horny ass can’t sway from smut. so, enjoy.
NOTES; Leannán — lover
"Fuckin' cocksucker." You hear your boyfriend yell as he entered the apartment. Glancing over your shoulder to see he hasn't yet reached the living room, you proceed with making coffee for the two of you. "What's wrong, baby?" You call out. When no response followed, you decided to pause your coffee preparation and look for Murphy.
Your eyes widened when the sight of him revealed, silhouette first. Murphy was leaning agonisingly against the wall which his bloody hands stained red. The same crimson dripped out of a slick cut tainting his still flawless skin, knuckles reddish blue with incisions.
"God, darling! What happened?" You rushed over in a frenzy, almost falling to the floor, Murphy with you. He chuckled slightly at your reaction before groaning when it ached to laugh.
"He-he, you shoulda' seen the other guy." He said when you began stroking his cheek just below the cut, he winced softly at that. You let your exasperation be known at his pride.
His shirt was torn from places near and above his abdomen which turned out to be slashed as you took a closer look; even, superficially, drawing blood. Your brows furrowed together in pain. You had (through great difficulty) come to terms with his and Connor's way of living, but seeing Murphy in physical agony was something your heart could never grow accustomed to. You knew he was in the best of spirits knowing he let 'justice prevail' yet another time, but you knew he'd feel guilty letting you take care of him. Seeing the pleading look on your face, Murphy gave you a weak smile, the helplessness evident on his face.
"Oh, baby—" you slowly trailed off, kissing the unharmed portions of body. When your kisses trailed off to his abdomen, and finally down to his v-line, you understood where this would end up, and you weren't in the mood right now.
Boy, were you wrong.
"—let's get you cleaned up." You grabbed his hand and gained composure, a tear escaping your eye, unnoticed by Murphy. He let out a sigh before limping slightly, and following you to the bathroom.
You grabbed the medical kit from the cabinet, back facing him as you ordered, "Go sit on the slab, I'll be with you in a minute."
Though the sight of you right now was inviting; tight jeans hugging your curves perfectly, and one of his old t-shirts which was a little raised due to your stretching to reach the topmost shelf, which Murphy would've done for you, if he wasn't the patient; Murphy obediently sat on the slab.
When you turned around his eyes immediately landed on your tits. The shirt was so loose that your bare shoulders were visible, as was your tainted collarbone from Murphy's kissed and your tits. It seemed significantly low-cut, more than needed at the moment. You saw him shift in his pants from the corner of your eye; eyes rolling in disbelief.
He's horny. Broken, beaten up, and horny.
Taking antiseptic and pouring it on some cotton you began to address his wounds.
He seemed to be taking the pain pretty well; his high pain tolerance came to you as no surprise, considering how many brawls he's been in, but he did wince a little as you moved to the slashed flesh of his face. "This one's deep — I'm sorry for the sting, baby." It saddened you to see him in this state, but he did his best to show you he's alright, chucking softly, before coughing in pain.
"I hope I ain't broken somethin'." He groaned, beginning to shift to his side so he could look at you better. "I hope it's not a rib." You sigh softly.
"What was it this time?" You asked, not facing him while rummaging through the drawers to find gauze. "Hm?" He halfheartedly questioned. His eyes were on your body and your body was on his mind; thoughts of you were cut short when you, yourself asked him, "Why did you fight?"
"Rocco." He said less and you understood. You chuckled when he said, "He's a troublemaker, wee lad." You were about to leave the bathroom, looking for a substitute to the hidden gauze, when he grabbed you by the arm. "Come 'ere for a sec," he pulled you closer. You stood between his legs, arms on either side of him.
"You're not even gonna kiss your patient, doctor?" He massaged your curves. "Might be the only cure for me—" His eyes trailed to your lips, oh, how he'd want nothing more than those plump, soft, crimson lips to paint his skin! "You'd make a naughty patient, Murphy." You teased in a sultry tone, "Can't help it," he replied, "My doctor's the sexiest."
"Oh, yeah?" You teased, giggling, "Tell me more." He grinned.
"See, she's the prettiest lass ever. 'Never seen beauty like hers." You blushed, "She's got sexiest eyes that look into my soul when she's sucking my cock. She's got a cute little nose that scrunches up when she laughs at my jokes. And don't get me started on those lips of hers..." You inched closer, softly kissing his neck, and around the tender skin above the cut on his cheek.
"And if her kisses are the cure to my wounds, I'll let myself be slashed over and over." He breathed out, eyes closing in relief when you began sucking on his sweet spot. He placed your hand on the bulge in his pants. "Look what you do to me."
"I didn't do much..." Your voice trailed off as you kissed along his jaw. "You needn't. I could never get over you. Even when you're not around, I'm like this— at the sheer thought of you— it's paining me."
You were at a loss of words; never able to compete with him when it came to vocalising your love, but he never complained. You made up for it by staying. He'd expected you to walk out the first time he got into a fight — but you didn't. You stayed; kissing his crimson scars and watching them heal by your love.
"I'll have the water running for you." You pecked his lips, he nodded, smiling into the quick kiss.
He sat curled by the sink while you filled the bathtub for him. As it filled, you grabbed his hand, and gently stripped him off his rags. Once bare, he let you guide him to warm waters. He was hesitant in sinking in, shivering a little. It wasn't the water though, he trembled from pain and his state devastated you.
"Try to relax, honey." You cooed; he simply sighed in response. "Would you like me to help you?" You asked, an insinuating smirk plastered on your face.
He knew your looks of sexual innuendo like the back of his hand, for he elicited them.
"Please, have your way." He whispered. Even Murphy was surprised at the fact that his hard-on was now noticed by you, not when you removed him from his clothing. "Is this for me, baby?" You asked as you slowly stroked his cock. "All for you, my love. It's made for you." He groaned, head fall backwards as you applied more pressure and hastened your movements. You hummed, licking a long strip from the base to the slit at the tip. "God, you're killing me."
You hum in satisfaction— the sound sending shivers down his spine, causing him to twitch in your mouth. When he began fiddling in the bath— hands not knowing where and what to grab, you began stroking his length instead, free hand gently pressing him down so as to lay him. "Relax, Murphy. I want you to relax for me." Your tone was soothing, nonetheless sultry.
He then let the warm waters consume him. You were all he needed in this cruel world of injustice and dirty politics; to find something as sweet as you, the Lord really did consider him a Saint for blessing him like this.
"That's it darling, I'm gonna cum for you." He grabbed your hair and began hastening your movements. You sucked determinedly, eager to satisfy, and your efforts bore fruit when he hit the back of your throat and let his seed flow down.
"Oh, sweet angel..." He grabbed your face to kiss you. It was damn near impossible for you to not touch his face— his black eye, and slit cheek preventing you— nonetheless, the kiss was passionate and loving.
"Let's get you cleaned, my love." You helped him bathe.
After drying him, you gave him warm clothes to wear. The Boston winters were cruel, and the rain outside was merciless, too. He wore a cozy grey sweater, and sat in front of you, on the couch.
He pulled out a cigarette and lit it. The first puff was passed to you, as became his habit; lighting it for himself, yet he'd always let you have it first— something you've always found endearing, though he doesn't realise how much these little make you fall harder in love with him, as if being more than head over heels as you are was possible.
"What are you thinking about, baby?" You asked him, when his gaze darkened. "I wanna fuck you so bad right now." His voice, barely audible.
"Murphy..." You look at him pleadingly. He knew, too, he couldn't even walk without your support and he wants to pound you. But his hard-on was back, and it throbbed for you.
And, that's how you ended up like this.
Riding him fervently, while his hands practically ached to touch you, still, placed on his sides. His grip on the sheets scrunched the bed-sheet; you were desperate to touch him, too, but your own hands were pinching and playing with your nipples.
You bounce on his cock; the lack of support making your movements sloppy, yet so hard and deep, your thighs ached every time you would lift yourself till only the tip remained inside and then pushed back down as your cunt squeezed him in like a vice.
"That's it, baby, cream on that cock." He looks up to you, your messy hair framing your face perfectly as sweat began to form in your cleavage. Your lips were swollen from kissing him, your breasts bounced with every thrust and your knuckles turned white, gripping the sheets instead of running your fingers through your boyfriend's hair.
He was in so, so deep— his tip kissing the top of your walls rhythmically every time you'd shove down on his cock. You were mesmerised even more so by his face. Those pale blue eyes looked at you, pleadingly; aching, for you to cum. He needed release, of modern worldliness and sexually, and you've become that release for him.
It only took a few more thrusts before he plunged inside you and began grinding your hips together. "Yes, fill me up!" You moaned like a pornstar, causing Murphy to continue thrusting into you, while his mouth ravenously devoured your tits. The overstimulation driving you into a frenzy; you shivered uncontrollably as he stilled, having his fill of you, and letting your excruciatingly hot walls drain his cock.
“I love you so much,” You moaned, as you began to pull yourself up, away from his cock, but it seemed like your cunt's vice-like grip had other plans. "I love you too, leannán— so much." He whispered, out of breath. His swollen lips wet at the sight of you— dripping in his load and your own cum. He pulled you in for a fervent kiss before he could get hard again and fuck you more than both of you could handle right now.
You laid him down whilst kissing, and he weakly pulled the blanket up for you. The minute you snug in, his strong arms wrapped around your waist; one hand tracing circles around your nipples, as if hardening them would put you to sleep, but the little erotic feeling satisfied you.
And your tidal love sweeping Murphy's shores of sins clean was all this Saint could've prayed for.
So you drift off to sleep, in each other's embrace.
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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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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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Masterlist
Links broke on the old ones, so here's a single, much more organized new one. All fics tagged appropriately on their respective pages, including relevant content warnings. Enjoy!
The Boondock Saints
Eyes On You - PDA exposes one of Connor's kinks (Connor x reader x Murphy, smut)
Just Being Neighborly - a locked door, a broken elevator, and the beginning of a night they’ll barely remember (Connor x Renata x Murphy)
Getting Mouthy - Murphy isn't the only one in trouble when he runs his mouth (Murphy x reader, smut adjacent)
The Grocery List - In which Connor learns not to snoop (Connor x reader, smut adjacent)
Last Rites - the Saints’ final mission (angst, MCD)
Starving - Connor and Murphy loving on their lady (Connor x reader x Murphy, smut)
Two Saints and an Archer - Connor and Murphy MacManus were vigilantes on a mission from God before the zombie outbreak, now God only knows how they ended up with Daryl Dixon, reclusive redneck and crossbow extraordinaire. There’s no doubt the three of them can survive the apocalypse, but can they survive each other? (gen fic, crack, crossover)
Warrior Shepherds - They were called to destroy evil, but crossing paths with a wayward soul meant compromise. And in compromising, the MacManus brothers get more than they bargained for. (Connor x Renata x Murphy)
The Phantom of the Opera
Another Alternate Ending - didn't the Persian give Raoul a gun? (gen fic, crack)
Supernatural
A Dangerous Game - Ten years. No more and no less. Now the clock has run out and it’s time to negotiate a new deal with the King of Hell. (Crowley x OFC/reader)
A Work Of Art - after sealing the rift and trapping himself in an alternate dimension, Crowley gets the chance to observe humanity (Crowley x plus-size reader, fluff)
The Familiar Winchester - a spell of Rowena’s has unexpected results (gen crack, Sam and Dean)
The Fast Lane - After Rowena’s magic brought her back from the dead, Charlie still can’t find any peace. On the open road, with the witch as her reluctant companion, there’s no telling where she’ll find it. (gen hurt/comfort, Charlie and Rowena)
Friction - Friction: 1.) the clashing between two persons or parties of opposing views, 2.) the force that resists motion between two bodies in contact (Crowley x Gemma, smut)
Geek Squad - It's a quiet afternoon in the bunker until disaster strikes. (gen humor, Sam and Dean)
Going Up - "One aspect of humanity it was taking time to get used to was how bloody slowly they had to move." (Dean x Crowley, smut adjacent)
Graceless - After his release from the Winchesters’ dungeon, Crowley’s hold on the throne of Hell is more vulnerable than ever. Determined to strengthen his claim, he seeks to produce an heir with his mistress, young Annabel Allan, a human with no family and a powerful secret she doesn’t know she keeps. (Crowley x Annabel)
Heir Of Nothing In Particular - On the edge of another apocalypse, Cas and Crowley contemplate life, emotion, and all things human. (gen fic, Cas and Crowley)
Hell And Apathy - “Sam and Dean, but not her Sam and Dean…she trusted her friends with her life, and whatever the hell was going on with them right now…they were far from the men she knew.” (demon!Dean x reader x soulless!Sam, smut)
Howling - “The court was nearly returned to normal…as normal as Hell can get, at least…” (gen, Crowley and demon!Dean)
If You Need Anything - when everything starts getting to you, your friend Cas is there to help you keep going (Castiel x reader, hurt/comfort)
Original Prankster - Your favorite fictional hunter turns up in your kitchen, and your boyfriend knows more about it than he’s letting on (Gabriel x reader, crack)
Pie and Produce - kitchen fluff (Dean x Tara, fluff)
Ridiculous And Needy - “You really need to lock your doors. Anybody could sneak into your room and leave a few surprises in your closet.” (Crowley x reader, smut adjacent)
Roadside Assistance - “…when Crowley got the text from the bunker’s other resident, he didn’t think anything of it…” (Crowley x reader, FicFacers 2020)
She’s Buying A Stairway To Heaven - “His grip felt a lot more reassuring than any stranger’s had her entire life, but she supposed being menaced by a girl who committed suicide fifty years prior had a way of making things like that a little less odd.” (gen casefic, Dean and OFC)
Something You Don’t Know - a few mishaps on a hunt leads to a few confessions (Sam Winchester x reader, fluff)
Topeka Calling - Cas has caller ID. That hunter from Topeka has an itch. Dean just wants a refill. (gen humor, Cas and Dean)
Welcoming Committee - A tragedy prompts a new start for Sam and his son Jack (fluff AU, Sam and Charlie)
Why Can't There Be A Santa? - "There's no point in wasting that, because there's no bearded guy in a red suit coming to drink it." (gen fluff, Weechesters)
With The Touch Of A Button - One last End Of All Things, one last solution (gen crack, Team Free Will 2.0)
The Walking Dead
Bad Influence - “Her warmth was sinking under his skin until it felt like a little fire flickering through him…her voice soft and her words so full of that hope he was starting to think nothing could destroy…” (Bethyl Smut Week 2018)
Blue Into Black - Beth was a good girl, but something about Daryl Dixon made her want to be bad. Sequel to "I Don't Mind" (Bethyl Smut Week 2018)
Can't Tell Her No - Beth found something in her cell, and she can't wait to try them out (Beth x Daryl, smut)
Caught Staring - Beth goes for a walk in the prison yard (Summer of Bethyl 2018)
Entertaining - Beth is expecting two certain someones for dinner, and nothing could possibly go wrong (AU, Brickyl Week 2018)
Get Bit - Maybe if he’d just left that damn door closed… (Bethyl Smut Week 2018)
I Don't Mind - He’d never done anything like this before, never had an ongoing thing with someone. Whatever this “thing” was, cause damned if he knew. He’d never wanted to hold someone’s hand before, and he’d damn sure never wanted to kiss someone…not before Beth. (Bethyl Smut Week 2018)
Keep Singing - Daryl in Alexandria (Beth x Daryl, angst)
One More Song - The war is over and peace has been a long time coming, and it comes with someone Daryl thought he’d never see again (Bethyl Smut Week 2018)
The Parting Glass - a long night with memories and regrets (Negan x Lucille, angst)
Robin and Marian - They called him Robin Hood… (AU, Beth x Daryl)
Rushing, Racing, Running - They always had to be ready to run (Summer of Bethyl 2018)
Take Care Of It - Beth has been thinking about Daryl, and she’s kept it to herself so far. Now, though, she might let him hear about it. (Bethyl Smut Week 2018)
Talk Like That - You don’t talk back to him like that and get away with it. (Negan x reader, smut)
Trade You - “He needed somewhere to cool off, somewhere with a decent breeze that wasn’t crowded with people seeking his attention…” (Negan x Wendy)
Wake Up, Dollface - Negan visits after a shared glance (Negan x OFC, smut)
While You're Awake - Daryl can't sleep, and Beth doesn't want to. (Bethyl Smut Week 2018)
Why Ain't I Running - They never built a wall that high/Or made a chain that strong/And God ain’t never made a place/I felt like I belong (Bethyl Smut Week 2018)
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I write stuff if anyone has any requests! I will also do roleplay requests using these rules!
Things I don't do :]
Smut! Makes me very uncomfortable to write this stuff. I will write lemon but nothing too far.
x Readers, these just making me insanely uncomfortable.
OCs or noncanon characters. Sorry I just don't enjoy writing them.
Illegal ships or anything of the sort.
Anything else I find uncomfortable!
Any ship including minors will not have anything inappropriate in it. Only fluffy and angst. Kissing is probably also not gonna happen.
Fandoms I'll do :D
My Hero Academia
Batfamily/Titans/Doom Patrol/Outlaws/Injustice
Toilet-bound Hanako-kun
Haikyuu!
IT 2017/2019
Stranger Things
Barbarian (the 2022 movie)
Blue Exorcist
Seven Deadly Sins
The Promised Neverland
Erased
Ouran Highschool Host Club
Dead By Daylight
Dear Evan Hansen
Saiki K
Demon Slayer
Voltron
Chucky
Soul Eater
Teen Wolf
Camp Camp
Hannibal
Scream
Ships I'll do :P
My Hero Academia
Monoshinkami
Shinkami
Dabihawks
Momojiro
Kiribaku
Todobaku
DC Comics/Titans
Timbern
Timkon
Royjay
Birdflash
Damijon
Timberkon
Dickbabs
Stephcass
Superbat
Dickory
Haikyu!!
Iwaoi
Kurotsuki
Tsukikage
Sakuatsu
Asanoya
Stranger Things
Steddie
Harringrove
Stonathan
Ronance
Byler
Lumax
Teen Wolf
Sterek
Stisaac
Jackson/Ethan
Petopher
Lydia/Allison
Thiam
Steo
Stackson
Jackson/Isaac
Scott/Kira
Malia/Kira
Briam
Jackson/Ethan/Isaac
Brett/Liam/Theo
Scisaac
Camp Camp
Max/Neil
Harrison/Preston
Danvid
Random
Rinbon - Blue Exorcist
Klance - Voltron
Jakedevon - Chucky (the TV show)
Kingban - Seven Deadly Sins
Mitsukou - Toilet-bound Hanako-kun
Treebros - Dear Evan Hansen
Norray - The Promised Neverland
Hannigram - Hannibal
Chadthan - Scream
Tara/Amber - Scream
Billy/Stu - Scream
Larry/Rahman - Doom Patrol
Quentin/Frank - Dead By Daylight
Characters I will write :>
Larry Trainor - Doom Patrol
Steve Harrington - Stranger Things
Rin Okumura - Blue Exorcist
Tim Drake - Titans/DC
Jason Todd - Titans/DC
Dick Grayson - Titans/DC
Damian Wayne - DC
Hawks - My Hero Academia
Denki Kaminari - My Hero Academia
Tokoyami Fumikage - My Hero Academia
Death The Kid - Soul Eater
Ray - The Promised Neverland
Tsukishima Kei - Haikyu!!
Oikawa Toru - Haikyu!!
Quentin Smith - Dead By Daylight/2010 Nightmare On Elm Street
Saiki K - Saiki K
Evan Hansen - Dead Evan Hansen
Connor Murphy - Dear Evan Hansen
Zenitsu - Demon Slayer
Stiles Stilinski - Teen Wolf
Will Graham - Hannibal
Theo Raeken - Teen Wolf
Liam Dunbar - Teen Wolf
WILL UPDATE THIS AS I DISCOVER MORE FANDOMS, PLEASE DM REQUESTS!
#writing requests#please rp with me#please request#my hero academia#haikyuu#dc universe#demon slayer#boyfriends webtoon#toilet bound hanako kun#soul eater#ouran highschool host club#doom patrol#blue exorcist#dead by daylight#dear evan hansen#chucky the series#voltron#stranger things#it 2019#it 2017#the promised neverland
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rules for my writing >_<
HII okay i wanna start this off by saying my grammar is shit and I chose not to fix it cs I’m lazy:3 mainly the first people to read my fics are my friends(≧∀≦)
I mainly only do transmasc reader BECAUSE there’s not enough on here:(((also mainly only male characters..)
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fandoms i write for
the walking dead:
Daryl Dixon
Carl aged(aged up)
rick grimes
Shane Walsh (..maybe..)
Glenn rhee!!
Negan smith(..maybe)
★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★
Heathers!
jason Dean!
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dear Evan Hansen
Connor Murphy!
evan Hansen!
(No I will not do Connor x evan unless I feel like it.)
♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡
The girl next door
klitz
eli
klitz + eli
✩.･*:｡≻───── ⋆♡⋆ ─────.•*:｡✩
actors
Mike faist<3
Norman reedus
Andrew Lincoln
chandler riggs(aged up ofc.)
Jeffery dean Morgan
(+ more!!)
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OKAY FR RULES!!
Do’s:
character x transmasc reader, character x me reader , character x oc!!
smut!★
angst (not good at it)✿
fluff! ☾
AGED UP CHARACTERS :3
─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───
Maybe’s!!:
Female reader x character,any female character x female reader(no I’m not against lesbians I love you guys just not good at writing it:(()
dead dove! Do not eat!
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
NEVER UNLESS I SAY SO:
sibling x sibling reader(not even step sibling)
older character x MINOR READER( reader will always be 27-28 if it’s an older character.)
STEP DAD/MOM X KID!!(NO NO NO EW:(()
I CANT think of much now but if I remember I will add in that’s all byyeee!!
#Writing rules#rules#HP#Hii:3#Pls give this attention bordem is killing me#Shifting#shfitngreakiry#Dr#shifting#wowiwiwifanfix writer#OMG SMUT?!?!
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"Just a phase" (Connor x reader)
TW: Mostly angst, a little fluff tho, cursing, weed bc it's connor, fem!reader, Connor is probably ooc.
Requested? Nope lol
A/N: This probably could've had a better name lmao, but I'm taking a break from the fics I have in the works to write this, I should hopefully be getting back to writing them lol, also I made this with the song "18" by Anarbor in mind, but it's not exactly like the song, basically Connor tells his parents that he and the reader were dating and she agrees to pretend to be his girlfriend and she eventually catches feelings, might make another version of this tho, or another Connor x Reader based more off the song again. Anyways stay safe!
Here you were laying on your bed with your best friend, Connor Murphy. You noticed he seemed uncomfortable so you decided to ask him about it "Hey Con, what's wrong," his answer came quickly "nothing," a blatant lie that you saw right through. You quickly sat up and tilted your head.
"Really, it doesn't look like nothing" you replied to him, Connor was never all that secretive with you, he would tell you everything. "Fine, just promise you won't be mad" he finally said, sitting up now, and you nodded. "We're partners in crime, I can't be mad at you" you teased, punching his shoulder lightheartedly.
"I told my parents you and I were dating" he admitted, running his fingers through his long dark hair and you were rendered speechless. "Wow" was all you could say and Connor took it as a bad wow.
"Shit, look, I'm sorry, my parents have just been so annoying trying to ask me if I'm dating anyone yet and getting in my love life so I just told them we were dating to get them to shut up" he explained and you nodded in understanding. "I get that, if you want we could pretend to date so they get off your case" you suggested and he smiled gratefully "that would be great, thanks."
You couldn't help but smile back at his dopey grin and ruffle his hair a little bit, which caused him to jokingly push you away.
A few days later and you're officially introduced to the Murphy's as Connor's girlfriend, you'd met them before, but it was always brief, like when you'd knock on the door to pick up Connor either to go to your house or go on a walk with him.
You had also been in the house on several occasions and it was just you and Connor, no one else.
Tonight was different, tonight you were actually having dinner with the rest of the family and it was your first time having to pretend to be Connor's girlfriend.
Naturally you sat next to Connor and observed the rest of the family. Mrs. Murphy, had made a gluten free lasagna for dinner, not what you would've chosen but food is food.
The awkward silence was finally broken by Mr. Murphy. "Connor's never mentioned you around us" he stated and you replied back "Connor's never talked to me about you either" that was a lie. You could name multiple occasions Connor snuck to your house to escape the noise of his parents arguing, or just wanting to avoid them overall and he trusted you.
More awkward silence filled the room, until another Murphy spoke, this time it was Zoe. You knew Zoe, she would occasionally sit with you at lunch with Evan, Jared, Alana, and Connor (obviously). But other days she would sit with her friends so you didn't know her all to well.
"Why, out of anyone you could be with, would you pick my brother? I see you guys at lunch and you two just seem like friends," she questioned, causing Cynthia to speak up "Zoe, that's not very nice" "yeah well neither is Connor, I just wanna know what she sees in him" she shrugged.
You answered her question "Connor's sweet and good to me" you looked over at him to see he was staring down at his now mostly empty plate. "May we be excused to Connor's room?" you asked and Larry nodded "keep the door open though," you and Connor nodded in agreement and quickly put your dishes in the sink and went up to his room.
Connor was relieved to finally be in his own room and away from everyone else. "You okay, Con, you didn't say a thing at dinner," you asked, a little concerned, and he sighed.
"Yeah I'm fine [Y/N], it's nothing," "well it didn't seem like nothing," you responded, crossing your arms. "It just feels unfair making you go through all this because I made a dumb mistake of saying something to keep them from asking me more dumb shit."
You frowned "this isn't your fault Connor, besides I wouldn't pass up an excuse to spend time with you" and he grinned slightly, pushing you playfully "you dork" he teased.
Two months later. That's how much time has passed since your first "date" with Connor. You had skipped out on going to a concert with tickets Cynthia and Larry paid for and were instead spending time in your house.
You and Connor usually skipped on these dates Cynthia and Larry paid for the two of you, so this wasn't anything new.
Connor was laying on your bed smoking weed, you were fine with him smoking in your room, you didn't mind the smell. Something about this night seemed different though, you didn't know what but you saw something in Connor.
You were attracted to your best friend, you had no clue why, but you actually started wishing you two were actually boyfriend and girlfriend. But you knew you weren't and it hurt because no matter how convincing he was with his parents you knew it was a phase. Connor didn't really love you.
A week later you started completely avoiding Connor all together. You ate lunch alone that week, ignored all his texts, didn't come over to his place like you normally did, and you definitely didn't invite him over to yours.
Throughout the week you'd gotten texts from Alana, Evan, and Jared asking what happened with you and Connor, because it was impossible for them to not notice, they saw how you would be talking with them one minute and make an excuse to leave when Connor came along.
You ignored them too. That friday Connor had stopped you in the hall to ask why you've been so standoffish but you just shrugged "it's nothing," you stated, trying to make your way to class. "It isn't, you've been ignoring me for the past week now," he said but you drowned out the sound of his voice by putting in your earbuds and playing your music.
That night you were trying to do your homework, but you were too distracted by the thought of Connor, you tried to play music to drown out the thought of him but that didn't work either so you ended up in your bed, putting on a black hoodie of his you had "stolen" from a time you were cold while spending time with him and he let you borrow it and you just forgot to return it. It smelled like him too.
He had a dozen of the same hoodies at home and you knew that but it didn't matter because he was willing to be cold temporarily for you.
You suddenly heard a knock at your window and got up to investigate, you opened it up and lo and behold was Connor Murphy "hey," he said "hey," you replied "can I come in," he asked and you simply nodded, stepping aside so he could climb into your room.
There was a long silence until Connor finally spoke and broke it "what did I do," he asked, "what do you mean?" you asked "you ignored me for a fucking week, when I tried to talk to you all you did was brush me off, so what did I do, did I say something I shouldn't have?" he explained, starting to guess now. You could hear the hurt in his voice and it hurt you.
"You didn't do anything" you said, taking a step closer to him and he looked at the ground "bullshit" he muttered.
"What," you asked, not hearing what he said "bullshit!" he shouted "so I'm asking again, what did I do wrong, please, I need to know, I need to make it right" his voice cracked at please which made your heart sink.
"I'm being honest Connor, you really did nothing, besides it was just a week, it wasn't like you didn't have Jared, Evan, or Alana" you said, "they aren't you, they're fun to hang around, but they don't get me like you do, so I'm asking you again what I did to upset you?" he said, you saw tears brimming at his eyes.
"I'm in love with you Connor" you said softly, and you saw his head lift up slightly "what," he asked "I said I'm in love with you, that day you got high in my room, a week ago, I saw something in you, I didn't want to make things awkward between us" you confessed.
Connor had walked over to your bed and sat on the edge of it "wow," was all he said. "Was that a good or bad wow," you asked. "I don't know" Connor answered.
"How long have you known?" he asked, running a hand through his long brown hair. "Remember that day we were supposed to go to that concert and you got high here instead?" you asked "of course I do," he answered "that's when I realized it, something about you looked different, but familiar too and I just realized that I liked you" you said, sitting on your bed next to Connor.
"Well if it makes you feel better, I think I fell for you that day too, I just thought it was the weed though so I ignored it" he said smiling softly, and you didn't believe him until you looked in his eyes and saw the truth.
You leaned in and kissed him on the lips, it wasn't like the times you kissed him around his family, this time it had meaning to you two.
"Is that the hoodie I lent you," Connor asked realizing what you were wearing finally. "Yeah but you have a dozen hoodies at home, besides, I couldn't stop thinking about you" you answered. "Psh dork," he teased, pushing you lightheartedly and you laughed "hey, I'm your dork," "my beautiful dork," he said with a smile and kissed you on the forehead.
#deh#deh fanfic#deh x reader#dear evan hansen#dear evan hansen x reader angst#dear evan hansen x reader#connor murphy x reader angst#connor murphy x reader fluff#connor x reader#connor murphy x reader#connor murphy#I'm actually pretty proud of this
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love hearts - mike faist
GENRE: fluff. WARNINGS: none. SUMMARY: the reader eats love heart sweets when she’s nervous. PAIRING: mike faist x (fem!) reader. REQUESTED: no. TYPE: oneshot.
You weren't one for carnival rides. But seeing as Laura had forced you to come along with everyone else, you couldn't really back out of it.
“Hey,” Mike turned to you, “what's up?” you blinked, making him chuckle. “Nothing.”
Mike rolled his eyes. “You know, out of all the things this musical should've taught you you still lie right to my face about how you're feeling,”
You huffed and sighed, “I’m just -” he walked over to join you in front of the mirror, “I’m just scared of heights.”
That was definitely not the response that Mike had expected.
“Oh,” was what he could think to say, half surprised and relieved (for both of your sakes) that it was a light-hearted topic.
“Well,” he improvised, “you can hold my hand the whole way and do whatever you have to do on the rides and I promise I won’t get embarrassed, okay?”
“You never get embarrassed because of me,” now you were the one rolling your eyes and Mike gave a soft smile. “Thank you,” you added, “but I'm not worried about you. If Will or Laura pressures me into going on something -”
“Baby, you know that won't happen, and if it does, I can just tell them now -”
“No, don't,” you whined. Mike chuckled softly. “Okay.” He cocked his head before digging around in his pockets, “I got you these. I was gonna save them for the car but I know you like to suck on them when you're nervous so -”
Love Hearts.
Those fizzy, pastel-coloured circular sweets with the little messages and faces on them.
He was right. You did suck on them whenever you were nervous - which was a lot, seeing as you were diagnosed with social anxiety when you were a kid and didn't seem to grow out of it.
You gave him a grateful smile and he grinned again, unwrapping one of the tubes.
“This one says,” he turned it around in his palm, “‘Kiss me.’” he grinned a third time. “Some of these are so corny and just a little forceful,”
You nodded. “Ahh!,” he poked out his tongue and you rolled your eyes but stuck yours out too and he popped the sweet on it, curling your fingers around the rest of the stack.
You blushed even though he was already your boyfriend and had been for three years.
Mike pecked you on the cheek. “See? I told you they were forceful.”
MASTERLIST - requests for DEH are open
#mike faist#mike faist x reader#mike faist imagine#mike faist smut#mike faist x reader anxiety#mike faist x reader fluff#mike faist angst#deh imagine#mike faist oneshot#mike faist x you#mike faist x reader fluff imagine#mike faist x reader angst#connor murphy#connor murphy smut#connor murphy x reader#connor murphy x reader fluff#connor murphy x reader smut#connor murphy x reader anxiety#connor murphy x reader angst
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MisguidedSwagger’s Masterlist
Here is a masterlist of everything I’ve written! Most of this is moved over from my ao3/wattpad account of the same name!!
Anything in red text is smut/spicy
Anything in pink text is fluff/comfort
Anything in orange text is angst
Anything in green text is going to be teetering on the lines of, or will be very grim dark (adjacent to dead dove, if not already at the criteria)
Anything in italics is a WIP
REQUESTS: OPEN
Feel free to request anything or anyone, whether they’re on the list or not! The absolute worst I can do is say no❤️
Enjoy!
Call of Duty Black Ops III
Crew HC’s
Comforting You When Sad
Tank Dempsey
Meeting Tank
Nikolai Belinski
Takeo Masaki
Edward Richtofen
All Around Us
Dear Evan Hansen
Connor Murphy
And There You Were
Boyfriend Headcannons
How You Met Headcannons
First Time Headcannons
Yogurt
Detroit Become Human
Connor
So Many Maybes, Yet No Answers~
Tight
How To Love
Porn Star Martini
Unbroken
Yours Truly, RK800 (Connor X Reader)
P1
Captain Allen
You~
Nines/RK900
Hazbin Hotel
Adam
Alastor
Lucifer
Law and Order: SVU
Dominick “Sonny” Carisi
Whipped
Mike Faist
Safe Haven#
My Girl.#*
My Hero Academia
Shota Aizawa
Dabi
Words Unsaid
Eijiro Kirishima
Katsuki Bakugo
Izuku Midoriya
Keigo Takami
Kai Chisaki
Mr. Compress
Tomura Shigaraki
Mirio Togata
Newsies
Jack Kelly
Proud and Defiant
Proud and Defiant p2
Davey Jacobs
Racetrack Higgins
Blurbs
Spot Conlon and Jojo de la Guerra backstories
Panic (Amazon Prime Video)
Dodge Mason
Don’t Even Think About It
Try Me
Ryan Ross
Trust Masterlist
West Side Story
Riff
Now, Sit Still
Strawberry Milkshake
It All Ends Where It Begins~
Mine
Baby Riff
Smosh
Anthony Padilla
Ian Hecox
#x reader#law and order x reader#law and order svu x reader#dominick carisi#dominick sonny carisi x reader#sonny carisi#sonny carisi x reader#smut#fluff#angst#requests#requests open#reader insert#reader insert smut#detroit become human x reader#masterlist#newsies x reader#riff wss x reader#connor murphy x reader#deh#wss#panic dodge mason#dodge mason x reader#musical theatre#musical theatre x reader#ryan ross x reader#my hero academia x reader#dabi x reader#mirio x reader#hazbin hotel x reader
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a thought for soulmate aus
okay so everybody knows the au where “if you write on your skin your soulmate sees it”
so what if in a Connor Murphy soulmate AU, Connor wears long sleeves to hide whatever his soulmate is writing to him because he doesn’t want to be found by them?
He’s convinced that his soulmate is just going to be disappointed, so he wears long sleeves so his soulmate will never know who he is and he won’t be tempted to respond to them
He meets his soulmate the one time he takes off his hoodie for gym class because for once it’s too damn hot to wear it.
#connor murphy#connor murphy headcanons#connor murphy x reader#soft murphy writes#angst#connor murphy angst#dear evan hansen#tree bros#evan hansen
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Well uhhh obviously you gotta do some immortal x time traveller now I'm down for any characters ❤️❤️
a/n: I really went off with this. It’s got angst and fluff. Be prepared to cry lol.
Connor never expected to see you there, nor you him. There was something about you that drew him to you. A mysterious and ancient energy that pulled him towards you and all he wanted was more. It was intoxicating. The way you moved seemed so purposeful and elegant, even the air seemed to move around you, as if you commanded it.
He stood in shock and awe when you spoke to him, your voice like music to his ears. The two of you spurred on into a conversation about your secrets. There was nothing to hid between you and in that, there was contentment.
He told you his secret, he was a time traveller. And in turn you told him yours, you were immortal. The biggest of secrets drew you to become more intoxicated by each other. You’d seen every moment of life since the beginning and he had been there so many times before.
Connor stayed for three years after that first day. You were married the spring of 1847 and lived happily for two more years before Connor vanished one day. No trace of him was left, except for your ring.
You stared blankly out of the window, your chair settled in a small corner of your countryside home. Connor was gone and so you waited, hoping he would return one day. Then he did. Ten years later.
Connor stood suddenly in your kitchen one winter’s morning, you dropped the plate you were holding and leapt into his arms. The two of you sobbed and all he could do was apologise profusely, over and over again. You held him close for hours, never wanting to let go of him again.
There was never an explanation as to what happened but you knew deep down that Connor would never leave purposefully, unless an emergency arose.
You took in the sight of his face as he slept that night. His hair had grown long and he tied it back now. The creases by his eyes had deepened and more freckles were scattered across his cheeks than when you last saw him.
Connor was surprised to see you completely the same as before, there was no difference in your beauty. No signs of ageing touched your precious appearance.
He was gone only a few weeks later. The guilt ate away at him as he kissed your head before he left and whispered that he would return just as he did before. You believed him and smiled sadly as he disappeared once more.
You had moved the next time Connor appeared, you’d moved on from the small country house and into a city apartment. He found you reading a book in your favourite chair and smiled as you ran to greet him once again.
He took in your youthful appearance and held his breath in awe at your beauty. There was nothing changed since the fifteen years before when he came back to you.
You however noticed the race against time that Connor held on his face. The sunken bags under his eyes and the increasing number of wrinkles that lined his skin.
Once more, the two of you fell into old patterns. The love unwavering through time and space. Five years you lived happily for. Then Connor was gone again.
The pain hit you this time. Time between visits was increasing and you wondered if he would forget about you this time.
You met Connor again seven more times after 1912.
He was there in 1919, he saw out the end of World War One with you.
The years passed before you saw the love of your life. He was there again in 1935.
A new century had begun, another to write down in your diary, a log of the time you’d been living. You had changed identity six times and moved to New York.
Connor was there soon after but something was different. He told you about a girl he’d met in his time, far off in the next century. You smiled through the pain of him finding a new love to grow old with.
The visit was short, days at most. You cried and cried because you were cursed to never age. To never find someone to love who you could really live with. To die with. You wept.
He was there in 1942, you were a nurse during World War 2 and he took you dancing.
He was the in 1955, you drank milkshakes and he fixed up a car for you.
He was there in 1969, the two of you watch the moon landing in awe.
He was there in 1977, you could barely contain the excitement of seeing the first ever Star Wars.
He was there in 1986, he took you to see the grand opening of the Rock n Roll Hall of Fame.
He was there in 1997, the day before he was born.
Each visit he looked older, there was more weariness in his face. The lines that marked his skin were more prominent. But you stayed the same. There was nothing to show the world just how old you were. It made your heart ache.
You steered clear of Connor after that last meeting. He never visited you and there was nothing but pain every time you thought of him. You were in the hospital the day he was born and you sat next to his unwitting mother before she went into labour. You shared advice with her and then you were gone.
You watched from a distance as Connor grew, a silent guardian angel. But after his tenth birthday you knew you had to stop. So you steeled yourself and disappeared into the population.
You moved and changed identity over the next seventy years. You knew that Connor was looking for you all over and there was nothing you wanted more than to be with him. But he was twenty-six when he mentioned the girl he now loved for the first time. You didn’t want to ruin his chance of finding a lasting love that held him throughout his whole life.
The last time you saw Connor, it was 2082, he was 85 and he was dying. The day he died, you were there. That silent guardian returned to his bedside in the hospital. You had watched as his children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren spoke with him. They entertained him and the sadness in his eyes all but disappeared when he watched them laugh together.
They left and you entered his room. He was asleep when you took a seat beside him, you slipped your fingers into his and cried silently. Connor was the love of your life and now he was fading but here you were exactly the same as the day you met him.
“It’s been many years, my love.” Connor’s frail voice passed through the air.
You looked up at his wrinkled face, a smile settled on his cheeks. You choked out a laugh as the tears flowed freely down your face.
“You are still just as beautiful as ever,” he grinned, “you’ve not aged a day.”
“I would say the same to you, dear one, but sadly I cannot.”
“Do not cry for me. I may not be on earth anymore but I will always be right here,” his hand shakily lifted and he pointed to your heart.
“I wanted to live with you forever,” you whispered painfully, “the love of my life. I waited everyday for you.”
“If I could relive all my days,” he paused, “I would have stayed with you.”
“But then you would never have all of those children that love you so much,” you gently gripped his hand, “they have needed you, they have loved you and they are your legacy.”
“Do you think you’ll find another like me?”
“There will never be another person like you, Connor. You are the most precious thing in all my years. But I will find someone to love, I don’t have a time limit.”
“But you want one,” he said softly.
“I have lived too many lifetimes for one person. I want nothing more than to finally get my day of rest.”
“You keep living. For both of us.”
“I will,” you smiled through tears, “I will live for you and share your story across galaxies. Connor Murphy, the first time traveller.”
“I told my children about you,” he laughed, “an angel living on earth, never to age but always to leave wonder in her wake. The air bowed to her. The stars shone in her eyes.”
“What a life you have lived.”
“It is nothing compared to your story. Read it to me.”
A sad smile etched on your cheeks as you pulled out the book from your bag. You settled into your chair and held Connor’s hand as you began to read.
“I stood lonely in the park that day. It was windy and dull. There was nothing in my life, no light. But then he was there. The most beautiful man I’d ever seen stood across the pond from me. I knew in that moment that he was the one. He would give me something to live for…”
You read as Connor took his final breaths. Tears raced down your cheeks as you gulped for air after he was gone. You left when the doctors came in, slipping out of the hospital and into the dark night air. The stars mocked you as you wept for your love. The sky seemed to feel your sadness and clouds broke into heavy rain.
You stood in the rain for what felt like hours before an umbrella was held over your head. You turned to see a tall, familiar figure beside you. Your eyes widened and your tears grew heavier as you took them in. Your heart swelled.
“Hello again.”
#Connor Murphy x Reader#connor murphy imagine#Connor Murphy fluff#Connor murphy angst#angst#fluff#deh imagine#deh x reader#dear evan hansen imagine#dear Evan hansen x reader#wine-anon imagine#wine-anon writing#wine imagine
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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.
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Self Hatred
Requested by @shoochi
Connor Murphy x trans!reader (FtM)
Warning: Dysphoria, self hatred, cursing, a trans guy written by a cis woman, not very well written or edited, idk prolly more. If you need me to tag anything else just let me know.
Word Count: 1.2 thousand words?
A/N: this came out a lot more angsty than I mean for it to be but I hope the fluff that’s there is enough. I also tried really hard to make this as accurate as I could although I feel like it comes off a bit vague. Also proofing this I realized that like, I talk about the reader being trans but the way I wrote it pronouns never come up I’m so sorry. God. I hope this is what you wanted and that I wrote it ok.
Requests open!
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You had seen Connor around, although you’d never talked to him outside of short conversations in English where the two of you would discuss politics or the homework neither of you did. He didn’t seem like the kind of guy who talked much to anyone, so you always assumed you were no exception. You didn’t take it personally when you sat down and he didn’t even look up from his sketchbook, or when you’d say hi and he’s just “mmhmm” under his breath. But you did notice him.
You noticed the way he moved, the way he dressed, the way he kept himself, and you found yourself somewhat envious of his confidence, regardless of whether or not it was a farce. He moved in a way that was so careless and free, weighted down, but light, and the jealousy deemed itself natural.
But one day, a low day for you and a high day for your dysphoria, he said hello to you when you sat down at the table across from him. He wasn’t sketching today, but writing clumsily in a worn journal, his handwriting illegible from a normal angle, and completely impossible to read from upside down.
“Hi?” you responded, the tiniest bit startled, and very unsure of the circumstance for his alertness. Oh boy, was that a voice drop if you had ever heard one. He huffed a bit of a sarcastic laugh, and then closed his book.
“The fuck was the homework?” he asked, flipping through the copy of Hamlet that remained on his desk from yesterday.
“You think I did it?” You responded quickly, before pulling your English notebook out of your backpack and placing it on your desk.
“Kinda,” he said, his voice monotonous and his face emotionless.
“I had a bit of a thing going on yesterday.” You didn’t really enjoy going into detail about your mental state, or how inadequate you felt, but something funny happened when you said that; Connor, just for a split second, looked concerned.
“God, what a fucking mood.” You didn’t pay a lot of attention to the way he spoke, or the words he said, and instead found yourself trying to look less feminine to the friend you were beginning to enjoy being around.
“You good, man?” You asked and he snorted a tired, ironic laugh.
“Are you?” he gestured towards you with a long, slender hand. His voice had dropped a bit as he said it, and you found yourself trying to match it, only to disappoint yourself when you couldn’t.
“Fair enough,” you replied. As insecure as you were around him, you actually liked talking to Connor. He didn’t have an amazing reputation, and it most certainly preceded him, but the Connor you were talking to seemed just as crazy as everyone else. “Hey, Connor,” you said, before you could think about it. He looked back up at you from his book and raised an eyebrow.
“Yes?” he didn’t seem annoyed, which you deemed a good sign.
“God, um, it’s kind of stupid but like…” he laughed a little under his breath and (uncharacteristically) smiled a soft, bemused smile.
“Yes?” he encouraged
“You wanna hang out later?” he looked almost startled as you said it, like he wasn’t expecting you to actually want anything to do with him.
‘Uh, I mean,” he was stumbling over his words now, his usual confidence seemingly gone with just five words.
“It doesn’t have to be like a date or anything, I’m not even sure why I said it, nevermind.” He cocked his head at me and smiled.
“Sure, we can drive somewhere after school. Date or otherwise.” You nodded as he looked away from you again, and for a second, you forgot about how feminine and awful you felt that day because as crazy as people thought he was, you liked him and that made you feel some sort of way.
The rest of the day dragged on as you found yourself full of anxiousness in regards to your “date or otherwise.” Part of the anxiousness stemmed from your unsureness; of him and of yourself. Your feelings were a poker game, it was pure chance. Some days you radiate confidence, moved like you knew where you were going, and some days it was slouching because your chest wasn’t flat enough, lowering your voice every time you spoke and never feeling completely validated in yourself or your identity. But did Connor see it? He he notice you like you had noticed him? It didn’t seem like he did, God forbid he even knew your name, and there you were driving somewhere with him after school, and Goddamn if you didn’t forget to text your mom.
When the final bell rang you wondered towards the parking lot, not moving entirely slow, but not moving quickly either. He’s told you which spot he was parked in, and offered to meet you at his car, you agreed.
You still weren’t entirely sure what had possessed you to ask him out, or why you had done it so impulsively. Regardless, Connor received it a lot better than you thought he would. He agreed and now you got to go on a “date” with Connor from English, who threw a printer in the third grade, but always used the right pronouns. Hell, who even corrected someone with a classy “he did the first three slides.”
You found Connor leaning up against an old, beat up Nissan, his face pretty neutral until he saw you and smiled. Something about it felt wrong almost, like Connor Murphy shouldn’t be happy to see you. Maybe it was paranoia, bad luck, superstition, you couldn’t figure it out.
“Hi,” he said as you rounded the other side of the car.
“Hey,” you replied. “Where are we headed?”
The two of you ended up at a park around fifteen minutes from the high school. You had stopped at a gas station for coffee, which you’d covered because it made you feel good and he let you do it.
“So what’s your deal?” Connor asked as the two of you sat down on the swings next to each other, his hair falling in his face as he subtly swung.
“My deal?” he crossed his legs at the ankle.
“Nobody wants anything to do with me, and yet here you are, on a date with me. What’s wrong with you?” You were taken aback, both by the use of the word date and the question as a whole.
“I could ask you the same thing,” You tossed back. He snorted.
“So you just have no self respect,” he nodded. You shrugged as you fell quiet. “You know, you should give yourself more credit,” he added.
“You should to.” You looked over to him as he looked away from you. “You’re more than what people say about you,” he smiled a toothy smile, his eyes crinkled.
“Y/N, you’re the only person around here who treats me like I’m human.” his hand dropped down from where it had been perched on the swing chain and brushed against yours.
“Do you ever feel like your self hatred is so deeply ingrained that you don’t deserve happiness?” His pinky linked with yours as you said it.
“All the fucking time,” he looked sad now, less happy and sarcastic than he had been.
“I guess we aren’t so different after all.”
“You know that you shouldn’t though, right?” I took his whole hand in mine. “You shouldn’t hate yourself.”
“Ditto.” Then his phone started going off in his pocket, and I quickly let go of his hand so he could answer it.
He talked a few minutes, his responses simple and concise before he hung up and stood up. I looked up at him. “What’s going on?”
“I gotta take you home, I forgot to get Zoe from Jazz Band and my parents are fucking fuming.” I stood up with a short nod, trying to hide my disappointment.
“Ok,” he smiled as we reached the park gate.
“But we’ll be going out again,” he said with a confident smirk. “That is, if you’ll have me.”
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c.m. x reader headcanons
some kinda smutty headcanons no one asked for...
-he loves skin to skin contact
-he will hold you like the most precious blanket he’s ever owned, like the green flannel one his grandma gave him at age 1
-listening to your heartbeat is very calming to him
-he feels too much
-he feels like he feels nothing
-when he is with you the numbness fades away
-head to your chest, soft breaths and sighs
-he hates his thighs and hasn’t told anyone
-he loves your thighs
-you and connor yell together from the hill tops when life gets hard
-he loves getting his hair tugged and pulled
*it gets smutty now*
-he loves going down on you, he isn’t used to making people feel good and damn does he love it
-he loves to hear you make noise
-connor’s moans are low and soft
-he will whimper into your hair as you ride him
-he will repeat i love you when he cums
*smut over*
-he has you sneak in through his window during fights with his parents
-all he wants to do in those moments is scream
-he will scream
-he will scream i love you
-he will whisper i love you
-he will cry
-and you will hold him and he will hold you
-and he will be alright
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