#murphy macmanus x fem!reader

[dixons-sunshine]

Make A Move | Murphy MacManus x Fem!Reader

Summary: Murphy had liked you for years. However, he was always scared to make a move, too afraid that he’d damage his friendship with you if he made a move. Thankfully, a small push from his brother made him brave his fear, making for an unforgettable moment for the man.

Genre: Fluff.

Warnings: Swearing.

Word count: 2.1k.

A/N: This was meant to be a drabble. I didn’t intend for it to be this long. However, my muse took this idea and bolted with it, and I let her do it because it rarely happens anymore. My first story in a while that’s longer than 500 words, and I’m proud of myself for it. Let’s hope the muse stays for a while so I can power through some requests. Anyways, happy Murphy Monday, my loves!

“If ya stare at ‘er any harder, you’re gonna burn a hole straight through her skull.”

Murphy jumped at the sudden, unexpected sound of his brother’s voice close to his ear. Some of his beer spilled out of his glass, trickling down his shirt and onto his jeans, making Murphy glare daggers at his cackling brother. “It’s not funny.”

“Oh, but it is!” Connor laughed and shook his head, slapping his knee just for the dramatics—and to piss his brother off even more, because he found it rather amusing. “You’re so lovestruck, starin’ at her, you haven’t even heard a single word I’ve said these last fifteen minutes.”

“Of course I’ve been listening,” Murphy tried to defend himself while placing his beer glass on the bar’s counter, trying to dry the wetness on his shirt.

Connor snorted in amusement. “Yeah? Then what was I busy sayin’?”

Fuck. “Somethin’ ‘bout...” Murphy trailed off, trying to hone in on his ‘twin power’ to see if he could read Connor’s mind.

“About Y/N...” Connor began, waiting to see if Murphy would catch on to his ruse. However, much to Connor’s great amusement, he didn’t catch on at all. This is going to be great, Connor mused silently.

“Yeah, about Y/N! ‘Bout how she...”

“She looks...”

“Yeah, she looks...”

“Real cute in that dress.”

“Real cute in that dress!” Murphy finished as if knowing exactly what Connor had been talking about. However, Murphy quickly realized that Connor had set him up, and he punched his brother’s shoulder in a weak attempt at retaliation. “You’re a real dick, y’know that?” he grumbled in annoyance.

Connor doubled over with laughter, nearly spilling his own beer. “You’re just so gullible sometimes, brother.”

“I hate you,” Murphy retorted, picking up his beer and taking a big swig from it. “You’re a pain in the ass.”

“Murph, you can’t say that about your brother.”

The sound of your beautiful, angelic voice reached Murphy’s ears, and he almost spilled his beer again due to being startled—again. He looked up and locked eyes with you, his cheeks flushing at the radiant smile you sent his way as you wiped the countertop in front of him.

“Aye, tell him, las,” Connor laughed, wrapping an arm around Murphy’s shoulder and lightly shaking him. “Tell him he’s bein’ mean to his dear brother. Tell him he needs to quit or otherwise he’s gonna hurt his brother’s feelings.”

You rolled your eyes at Connor’s words, a small, light laugh escaping you. “Yeah, what he said,” you ‘agreed’, placing the rag down behind the counter and leaning on top the wooden surface. “Can I get you boys anything else?”

“Nah, I’m alright. Pretty sure Rocco already ordered me somethin’. I’m about to wipe the floor with him once I beat him at that.” Connor motioned over to the pool table. He took the final swig of his beer, placed the glass down on the countertop and sent you one final smile, before looking back at Murphy with a look that the other twin knew clearly meant “this is your chance. Don’t fuck it up.” With that, Connor walked away, leaving Murphy alone with you.

Murphy shook his head and toyed with the rim of his beer glass. It was no secret to anyone—except you—that the MacManus brother seated at the bar was head over heels for you. However, as flirtatious a man as Murphy was, this was different. You were different. You weren’t just some random lady he wanted to charm to get her number or something along those lines. He had known you for three years at that point in time. You had become one of the most important people in his life, and he greatly valued your friendship. If he were to ask you out and you happened to say no, would your friendship be irrevocably damaged? Would you cast him out of your life? Would he ever be permitted to even breathe the same air as you?

“You’re thinking really hard, Murph. Penny for your thoughts?”

Your voice reached Murphy’s ears, and he wished that you would never stop talking. He could listen to you ramble on forever. Your voice was so addictive to listen to. However, he quickly snapped himself out of his thoughts, reminding himself that you had asked him a question. “I’m alright, las. Just thinking.”

“Yeah, that’s what I said,” you giggled, unknowingly making Murphy’s heart leap at the beautiful sound. “What are you thinking about?”

Murphy shrugged and looked down. “Nothin’.”

“You know, people can’t usually think of nothing, because the human brain, according to what I know, is incapable of comprehending nothing. When you think of nothing, you see black, a void, right? Therefore you aren’t technically thinking of nothing, because a void is still something.” You let out a small laugh at the confused frown that spread across Murphy’s face. “Sorry. I just had to. It’s my favourite response for when people say they’re thinking of nothing. It confuses the hell out of people.”

Murphy chuckled and leaned his forearms on the counter. “Is that true? That whole thing you just said?”

You shrugged nonchalantly. “I don’t know. I’m not a scientist,” you replied with a small smile.

Murphy chuckled again. “Could’ve fooled me. That sounds like something straight out of those science articles in the magazines.”

“Why, thank you. I am pleased to know that I am able to sound intelligent enough in the presence of true intelligence,” you stated in an over exaggerated posh voice.

Murphy frowned at that. “Me? Intelligent? Where’d ya get that from, las?”

You raised your eyebrows at that. “You’re kidding,” you laughed in a disbelieving tone. “You speak, like, two thousand languages fluently. How the hell’s that not intelligent?”

Murphy shrugged nonchalantly. “It isn’t that hard. You just gotta keep practicin’ ‘em consistently. It also helps that I’ve been exposed to those languages from an early age. Anyone could do it, though. Even you.”

“Yeah? Literally all I can say in another language is “bon appetite”, and the only reason I know what that means is because I took one semester of French back in high school.”

“That’s still impressive, though.”

You scoffed and shook your head with a smile. “No need to try and make me feel better about myself, Murph. I’m not trying to seek pity. I’m sure there’s something I can do that you can’t.”

Murphy smiled and nodded. “Yeah, there’s probably plenty of things you’re better at than me. Hell, I can think of one right now.” Murphy leaned back and stretched, his shirt riding up slightly to expose the skin beneath the fabric, and the man missed the way your eyes trailed over it, and the way you quickly averted your gaze when you realized what you had been doing. “You crochet, right? I’ve tried that before. All I managed to do was somehow poke myself in the eye.”

You giggled at that. “One point for me, I guess, and a hundred points for you, still.” Before Murphy could protest and reassure you that you were indeed talented and that you could do things he couldn’t, you moved on. “But enough about that. What were you and Connor talking about before I came over? I heard my name being mentioned.”

Murphy’s eyes widened at your question. What the hell was he supposed to say? Should he tell the truth? Should he lie? Should he make up an excuse and hightail it out of there? However, Connor’s look from before, the ‘don’t fuck it up’ look, appeared in Murphy’s mind, and he sighed. There was no time like the present, he supposed. Might as well test the waters and see where he stood with you.

“Connor was teasin’ me, las, ‘cause I was busy starin’ at ya,” he admitted quietly, his cerulean eyes staring into yours, anxiously awaiting your reaction.

To say you were shock would be the understatement of the century. Your eyes widened at his admission, your heart beginning to pound out of your chest. However, you tried to school your expression to a more neutral one, attempting to hide your nerves—and excitement. “You were staring at me?” When Murphy nodded, you inhaled once, scraping together the confidence for what you were about to say. “You like what you saw?”

Be cool, be cool, Murphy thought to himself, trying not to expose how nervous he actually was. “Oh, I love what I see.”

See. He had used the present tense. It could’ve meant nothing, but you clung to the hope that it meant something. You locked eyes with him, a small, flirtatious—well, you hoped it was flirtatious—smile spreading across your face. “Yeah?”

“Aye,” Murphy nodded. You weren’t repulsed by his ‘advances’. He took that as a good sign. “I always love what I see when it comes to you, las. You’re a beautiful lady. I could stare at ya for hours.” You giggled shyly and ducked your head, making Murphy smile affectionately. “And that’s the truth. You know I hate lyin’.”

Your heart was pounding against your ribcage. With each compliment he gave you, your confidence grew immensely. “You’re not too harsh on the eyes either, Murph,” you replied jokingly. That was an understatement. He was damn pleasing to look at. You could stare at him for hours.

Murphy chuckled at that. “That’s good to know, otherwise this would’ve been embarrassin’, me makin’ a move on a beautiful lady while lookin’ like a dried out pickle.”

Your heart both simultaneously sped up and stopped. Making a move. So it wasn’t just playful, flirtatious banter? You were immensely pleased to hear that. “You’re making a move on me?”

Murphy readapted his earlier shy demeanour. “Um, no. I don’t—” He cut himself off by taking a deep breath, before exhaling and continuing. He was already in too deep. There was no backing out now. “I mean, yeah. I am. I jus’... I’ve been wantin’ to ask you out for a while now, but I was too afraid. I’m sorry if that’s weird or anythin’, las. I didn’t mean to make ya uncomfortable. I can leave if ya—”

Murphy never got to finish his sentence. He was effectively shut up from his nervous rambling by your hands grabbing the lapels of his jacket, tugging him up from his seat to lean over the counter, your lips crashing against his for a kiss. This first kiss exchanged between the two of you wasn’t like the ones he’d seen in those cheesy romance movies Connor would sometimes force him to watch. It was sloppy and messy, yet tender and gentle, too. It was perfect.

Whoops and cheers filled the air around you, making you and Murphy pull apart. The two of you looked towards the pool table where everyone had gathered to watch Rocco and Connor compete, and saw that everyone’s attention rested on the two of you, and you quickly became aware that everyone had witnessed the kiss happen. The cheers and clapping proceeded, making Murphy duck his head as his cheeks became ablaze in embarrassment. You simply waved the men at the pool table off, rolling your eyes at them to mask the embarrassment you felt as well.

Game forgotten, Connor made his way over to the two of you and wrapped his arm around Murphy’s shoulder, lightly shaking him a few times, a huge, satisfied grin on his face. “Atta boy, Murph! I knew ya could do it.” His blue eyes trailed over to you, his grin now directed towards you. “Proud of you, too, las. I’ve known ‘bout your little crush on ol’ Murphy here for a while now.”

Rocco, seemingly appearing out of nowhere, hoisted himself up onto the counter and sent you a teasing smirk. “I’m surprised either of ‘em made a move. Thought we were gonna be stuck in an endless loop of lovestruck staring.”

As Connor and Rocco continued on with their teasing, your eyes drifted over to meet Murphy’s. He sent you a small, shy smile, his cheeks tinted with a crimson colour. You sent him a smile back, your heart fluttering in your chest. Let Connor and Rocco tease you for all you care. Your moment with Murphy was perfect, and it was an amazing turning point in your relationship with the MacManus brother.

Now all you had to do was wait for another minute alone, and then you’d definitely repeat your actions, albeit this time, away from prying eyes.

[star-wrote]

ANYFING WITH FLUFFY MUEPHY MACMANUS PLES PLES PLES PLES LMAOOO

Mo Stór

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Characters: Murphy MacManus x Fem!Reader

A/N: loving the energy in this request, anon. if you had a tail, it would be wagging LMAO. i’m sorry this took AGES, but i hope you enjoy anyway! <3

Warnings: cussing, bad irish accent writing, fluff, domestic bliss, seriously it’s so fluffy

Word Count: 817

Dating Murphy MacManus isn’t the easiest thing in the world. In fact, if you were to ask his brother, he’d say something along the lines of “Dunno how ya put up with us being vigilantes and shit, lass.”

You and Murphy have had countless talks about him and his brother’s “hobby,” half of them ending in you begging to join him. He would never let you, it’s too dangerous.

So you work your job to support yourself and the boys. You don’t mind it really, they treat you like their queen. Usually, they’re home when you get off work. Walking in to a warm dinner, even if it was a frozen pizza, was a feeling you wish for every good person on earth.

Other nights, like tonight, the brothers wouldn’t be home. You couldn’t help the feeling of anxiety that went to that pit in your stomach. You rush to the note on the refrigerator, ripping it from the magnet that also held up a picture of you and Murphy kissing. Both the picture and the magnet fell off the fridge as you read the note.

“Went to grab Chinese takeaway for dinner. Be back soon x.”

You sighed in relief as you read Murphy’s chicken scratch handwriting. You remembered the magnet and picture that fell, and quickly retrieved them off of the floor. You smiled as you pinned the picture back to the fridge and silently thanked Connor for capturing that moment on camera.

It had been a long night at McGinty’s, and Doc had kept the rounds coming. You had somehow convinced Murphy to dance with you; it must have been the David Bowie song playing. At the end of the song, he dipped you down like you were in some kind of romance movie, and gave you one of many kisses that you two have shared in that bar. Once he heard the click of the camera, he gently dropped you to the floor and shoved his brother, trying to grab the camera. You laughed on the bar floor as he successfully got the camera and pocketed it. He must not have been too upset about the picture since he printed it out the next day.

You heard the door open while you were reminiscing, interrupted by the familiar sound of the twins bickering; this time about chopsticks.

Connor calls your name as he shuts the door. “Are ya gonna use chopsticks?”

You smile as Murphy rolls his eyes and sets the food down on the table. He makes his way over to you and kisses your cheek.

“Yeah, of course,” you answer Connor, “are you?”

He pulls two wrapped pairs of chopsticks out of his pocket and hands you one. “Of course! Murph here wouldn’t let me grab three because he doesn’t know how to use them.”

You look at Murphy who rolls his eyes again as he grabs your hips to slide past you and take a fork from the drawers. He grumbles out “I’m fuckin’ Irish, don’t need to know how, eejit.”

You giggle as you hug him from behind. “I’m pretty sure the Irish didn’t invent the fork either, Murphy.”

He tried to frown, but one side of his mouth lifted. “Are we gonna eat this shite or not?”

After dinner and the nightly movie, you and Murphy retired to your shared bedroom. You were glad that the movie finished because it was Connor’s night to pick, and he picked the worst possible movie on earth, as usual.

You had both changed into your sleep clothes, and brushed your teeth together, smiling at each other in the mirror.

This was your favorite part of the day. You and Murphy got to cuddle in bed and just look at each other. His hand was on your cheek and his thumb was smoothing out your skin.

“Mo stór.” Murphy interrupts the silence.

You smile at him. “What’s that?”

“My darling.”

You kiss his forehead. “Yeah, I am.”

He smiles and kisses your lips gently.

You rest your forehead on his. “For a second I thought you were asking me to marry you or something.”

Without hesitation, he answers, “I would.”

You bring your head up from the pillow and lift your eyebrows in surprise at him.

He notices the shock on your face and scrambles to say something else. “I mean I don’t have a ring for you or anything. But I would get one. I just know that God sent you to me. I may be a saint, but you’re an angel, lass.”

He grabs your hand and kisses the top of it.

“It seems like it would be a pretty divine marriage if you ask me.”

You feel a tear fall from your eye. “Oh my god.”

He smirks as he wipes the tear from your face and chides, “Lord’s name, love.”

You giggle and then nod.

“Let’s do it.”

[ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused]

♫ ― 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐂 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓!

⋆ these are characters that i write for that don't have a particular fandom, usually movies or if i don't want to write for the rest of the cast of a certain series!

joel miller

tess servopoulos

jim hopper

boaz priestly

jonathan byers

ss harley quinn

hughie campbell

murphy macmanus

annie "starlight" january

mike schmidt

kathani "kate" sharma

billy butcher

[angelwings-crossbowstrings]

Official Commissions Post

I am opening commissions for the first time (I think) to help with the financial burden of missing work for a spinal surgery. Any help is appreciated beyond words 🩵

Who I write for:

Daryl Dixon

Murphy Macmanus

Scud

What I will write:

x Reader (Fem, Male, Gen)

OC

Self Insert

Caryl

Rickyl (I have never done it before, but I will attempt)

I will write smut but for 18+ only. We can discuss other things (kinks, etc) in private.

Note: I will need adequate information/details about your OC or you to be able to do your commission justice.

Story length:

Most will be less than 1,000 words but I get carried away sometimes.

Payment:

Pay what you think it’s worth. This is pretty much a trust system deal. I’ll write for you and you can pay after.

I have PayPal, Cashapp, and Venmo.

Turn around time:

I will try to have your commission done within two days. If it will take longer, I will contact you personally.

I’ll add to this post as I think of things. Reblogs help! I love you all, no matter what. Thank you so much. - Murda🩵

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SomedayLazySomeday's Masterlist

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

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

Thanks for reading and enjoy!

- Ink 

Arcane (2021) 

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

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

Avengers (2012) 

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

Beetlejuice  

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

Black Sails  

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

The Boondock Saints 

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

Ex Machina (2015) 

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

The Gray Man (2022)

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

The Hobbit 

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

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

Labyrinth 

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

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

Narcos

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

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

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

Southern Vampire Mysteries/True Blood

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

Star Wars 

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

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

Star Wars: The Bad Batch 

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

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

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

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

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

Star Wars: The Clone Wars

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

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

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

Star Wars: Legends

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

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

The Boys

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

The Walking Dead 

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

[thatwriterchaotic]

So this is actually the start of a little series I'm doing for Murphy. Im very excited to be doing a series again. I had a lot of fun with my last one and I needed to make another. Anyway let's get this started!

Noisy Neighbors

Summary: Trying to get some sleep for the night, you heard loud music playing from your neighbors apartment. That's the night you met the MacManus brother's.

Pairing: Murphy MacManus x Fem!Reader

Word Count:998

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 late at night and you tossed and turned in your bed. Not being able to fall asleep. It didn't matter what you did. You just couldn't seem to get comfortable. Especially the loud music blaring through the walls. Your neighbors had decided to have a party at 2 am.

You sighed, giving up on trying to get a good night's rest. You needed to go over there and complain. You didn't care if they had just moved in recently. Who parties at 2 am on a Tuesday night?! Apparently they do!

You got up sliding on your slippers and comfy robe. To be fair you usually on slept in a over sized t shirt and your underwear. Tying the robe around yourself. You walked out of your apartment and to the next right across the hall. You lifted your hand and pounded on the door three times before crossing your arms in front of yourself.

You where not expecting to see a tall, very attractive guy. With a joint in his mouth to greet you at the door. You where stunned almost, his short shaggy brown hair sticking to his forehead. His defined cheek bones a shade of pink from you assumed drinking. Those captivating blue eyes staring down at you. Oh shit! You had to say something! Not just stand there and stare at the poor guy.

“Hello there las, what's got you poundin on my door?” He asked you with a cheeky smirk on his face. The joint resting perfectly between his lips. You almost forgot why you came over here in the first place until you snapped out of it. “T-The uh music! The music is keeping me awake and I got a big day tomorrow. Could you turn it down?” You stuttered out your words at first feeling very flustered from the stranger in front of you.

He smiled at you and yelled back into the apartment. “Aye! Turn that music down, we're keepin this pretty las awake” He shouted before turning back to you and closing the door behind him. Did he just call you pretty?

“Oh I'm really sorry about that las, didn't mean to keep ya from your beauty sleep” He said to you as he leaned against the doorway. Reaching up to take the joint out of his mouth. He exhaled, making sure to not blow the smoke in your face. Being polite. You smiled softly, “It's okay, just maybe play something better next time” You teased your neighbor, hearing a soft chuckle come from him.

“My brothers taste, not mine” He confessed. He then offered you the joint in between his two fingers. You didn't smoke much but what the hell. You needed a little pick me up. You gently took the joint and inhaled slowly at first. You felt your lungs burn just a little. You pulled the joint away from your lips and exhaled passing it back to him. “So your my new neighbor, what's got you living in this dump?” You asked with a smile. You where curious about him.

He took the joint from you and inhaled again. “Ah, my brother and I, needed a new place to stay. Last place was worse honestly. Names Murphy, Connors my brother” He said as he exhaled and flicked the ashe off the joint before tucking it behind his ear. He turned towards you more. He slouched a little still leaning up against the door frame.

“What's your name las?” He asked you with that adorable yet handsome smile. Oh you where a goner. Barely known your neighbor for ten minutes and you wanted to know more about him. “It's (Y/N), Nice to meet you Murphy” You said to Murphy, putting your hand out to shake his hand.

Murphy smiled and gently took your hand, lifting it up to his lips placing a kiss. Instead of shaking it. You felt your heart flutter, “Nice to meet ya too (Y/N)” Murphy responded as you slowly took your hand away. You felt a light buzz all over your body. Feeling yourself become more flustered by him.

Okay, yeah it was time to head home before he asked you to join the party. You would have loved too but your interview for a journalist job was tomorrow morning. “I should get back to my apartment” You said bashfully, fiddling with your finger tips. “Oh, alright las, than I'll see you around?” Murphy said to you with innocent smile on his face. He was so adorable. So clueless and sweet. “Yeah, yeah I'll see you tomorrow” You responded back, waving good bye to him.

He waved back to you and walked back into his apartment. You then turned around and rushed inside your own. Oh you felt so flustered and almost embarrassed. Looking down seeing the outfit your where in. Sighing softly, you made your way into your bedroom. Slipping off your slippers and hanging up your robe.

How embarrassing, you thought to yourself. Tomorrow would be better. New job interview, and you get to see him again. Definitely wearing a better outfit. Climbing into bed, you laid down on your back. Rubbing your hands against your face. Time to get some rest and see how tomorrow goes…

[edgessunflower]

I was hoping you could do a Murphy smut story? Where he sees a guy flirting with her at the bar and he gets crazy jealous and they get home and have the most epic sex ever!

You got it sorry if there isn't graphic smut that is just not my thing

I'm yours

Pairing: Murphy Macmanus x Fem reader

Description: After talking to an old friend you and Murphy talk when you go home

You decided on your night off to go with your friends Murphy and Connor Macmanus going to the local pub near their shared apartment and run by their friend Doc. You had gotten the week off work due to a holiday but also for many personal reasons most of your coworkers than you so you decided on your first day off to make plans going to visit the boys where they asked you to join them to the pub the next day which you happily agreed. You and murph had been dating for a few months now and always telling him how much you cared for him he truly was the best relationship you had ever had and the most kind hearted man you had ever met never thinking that the two of you would get together when the two of you met and soon became friends with him and his brother who treated you as a sister even when the two of you had just met. The three of you hung out drinking a little when you saw an old friend of yours you had known since high school going over to hi to him as the boys were talking to doc and their friend Rocco talking to him for a few minutes not noticing the look on murph's face when he saw you and your friend but he kept it cool when you came back and talked to rocco happy that you got to see him. The 4 of you stayed at the bar for 4 hours bidding rocco goodbye as you all say bye to doc leaving walking onwards and saying night and bye to connor as he heads back to his and murph's place while you and murph went to your home for the night going in hanging your coats and drinking some water going to change but as you went in your room the next the thing you knew was you were against the wall. You stared in his eyes as he leans in "I saw you in the bar earlier and I know you weren't flirting with him but I am still going to show you who's you are" you wrap your arms around his shoulders as he kisses you moving you to lay on your bed stripping you slowly and stripping himself quickly after thankful your neighbors were on vacation and working so you could be as loud as you wanted and didn't need to cover your mouth or hold your breath to keep from moaning and grunting that soon mingled together as time went on and things got more and more heated. You both went and showered together after finally being out of breath and spent of arousal eating take out and going back to your room and falling asleep tangled together after the last four hours of showing that you not only loved each other but were loyal to each other as well.

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SFW Alphabet: Murphy MacManus

❧ Pairing: Murphy MacManus x Fem!Reader ❧ Warnings: slight mention of murder (lol) ❧ From this template

❧ A/N: I haven't been giving much attention to our favorite Irish vigilante twin lately, and since alphabets are pretty quick writes, I thought I'd take a tiny break from writing The Beginning series to focus on our sweet, silly boy! A spicier, NSFW alphabet coming soon...

❧ A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Murphy is not a man, he's a puppy. Probably a black lab. He thrives on attention, and sometimes he's borderline needy, so be prepared for lots of late-night calls, him on the other end of the line begging to come over and cuddle with you.

So yeah, Murphy loves affection, giving and receiving. In fact, he's very touchy in public, always with his arm around your waist or playing with your hair or resting his head on your shoulder. What can I say, the guy's an attention whore.

Besides physical touch, Murphy also shows his affection for you by investing in your interests, such as watching movies and reading books you like, or just listening to you talk about yourself. While he's doing so, he'll probably rest his head in your lap and expect you to run your fingers through his hair since he's so touchy.

❧ B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

One word: chaotic. A friendship with Murphy is never boring, simply because he's so energetic and spunky. He's also super adventurous, so the two of you could conceivably get up to some major shenanigans if you don't maintain some discipline. Murphy's a great friend, fun and so loving and helpful, but he can be a bit much sometimes, so you have to let him know when his boisterous nature tires you out. He'll be understanding, of course, he just isn't always completely aware of his surroundings, and if you don't tell him when he does something wrong, there's a chance he won't realize it.

A friendship with Murphy would likely start a little slow, since I would say Murphy might take a little while to warm up to you. He can actually be really shy around people he doesn't know well, letting his brother do most of the talking since he's usually with him. His shyness does wear off pretty quickly, though, and soon he'll be pulling little jokes on you and flashing you his mischievous smile.

❧ C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

As previously mentioned, Murphy is a cuddler! He will cuddle pretty much anywhere, anytime. His cuddling is special because he puts his whole body and soul into it, wrapping his arms and legs around you, nuzzling his chin into your shoulder, lacing his fingers around yours, or even stroking your belly. His cuddling skills are advanced, to say the least.

He really just loves any physical attention, so cuddling is a must.

❧ D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Hm... I think Murphy is kind of a dynamic guy. He doesn't really want to be tied down, but that's not to say he doesn't want to spend the rest of his life with you, just that he likes to go on adventures and live a rather unorthodox life. I think eventually he would like to settle down, find a place with you and just grow old together, but for now, he's got things to do, and he wants you to be a part of it, wherever he goes next.

Ugh, Murphy is not good at cooking or cleaning. He's the king of takeout, and you're sure you've never seen him turn on the stove for any reason other than lighting up a cigarette. The closest he gets to cooking is helping you prep, cutting onions and such, but even that is a little advanced for him. He'll help with the dishes, too, but he doesn't like it, if we're being honest. He likes helping you, but he's always eager to get the chores out of the way. He really only does them because you ask him to, which is kind of sweet I guess. At least he tries.

❧ E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Murphy is a sweet baby who doesn't really like confrontation like this. I mean, put him in a bar fight and he's ready to rumble, but one-on-one, intimate conversation in which he has to break your heart? Yeah, that's hard for him. Murphy is actually quite the romantic. He believes in soulmates and wants to find the woman of his dreams, not to sleep around, so the last thing he wants to do is end a relationship. He'd probably be pretty sweet about it, and he might even beat around the bush a little too much. He doesn't want to hurt you, not at all.

❧ F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

He's fine with commitment. He really likes the idea of having you to himself and the romantic ideal of being together forever. Marriage is probably something he would like to do, him being Catholic and all that. While he's not super traditional besides the basics of his faith, he would like to have a Catholic wedding, just because. Don't worry, though, he's not into abstinence... Sex before marriage is not a sin in Murphy's book (see NSFW Alphabet).

❧ G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

He's a softie. He rarely gets mad at you, and if he does get mad at you, he doesn't really yell, just kind of sulks until you ask him what's wrong. He's also very gentle with you when you're sad, often snuggling up with you and laying with you all day in sympathy. Murphy is an emotionally intense person, and he knows what it's like to be sad, so he understands your pain. He's a very gentle person in that regard.

On the other hand, he can be physically quite rough. He loves to roughhouse and "wrestle" with you, which usually ends in a more intimate encounter (see NSFW alphabet, again). He's very playful in general, so you have to look out for that. He's always keeping you on your toes, but he never hurts you.

❧ H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Of course Murphy likes hugs! He's a big hugger. He hugs you at least once a day, usually when he first sees you and when he says goodbye to you. It's his way of reminding you that his arms belong to you, and that you can always depend on him to hold you when you need him.

His hugs are great. They're tight and sweet, and he has a tendency to rock you back and forth in his arms, and to lower his hand and squeeze your butt if there aren't too many people around (not that he cares, but you do).

❧ I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Oh, probably before you even say a word to him. Murphy believes in love at first sight, so he knew from the moment he first laid eyes on you that you were the girl for him. He professes to others that he loves you before he even tells you, which is probably pretty early in the relationship. He doesn't want to scare you off, but he can't really help himself at a certain point, and he needs to tell you. He probably blurts it out awkwardly or even says it way too casually for the first time, but it's sweet when he says it, because you know he means it. Sure, it might be early in the relationship, but you feel it too, so why not vocalize it?

❧ J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Murphy can get jealous. It's not so much out of insecurity as it is out of how annoyed he gets that other men can even perceive you the way he does. He kind of looks at you like you're a goddess, and sees himself as the lucky mortal you chose to be your lover, so seeing other men try to swoop in just gets on his last nerves. He knows you'd never leave him for another, but Murphy does have a short fuse, so feelings of jealous rage are not out of the ordinary, though he's not a douchebag about it. He's not gonna be all possessive and not let you go out with your friends or beat up a guy just for being nice to you, he's not that kind of person. He might be a little standoffish (just until he finds out what the guy’s intentions are), but not overtly rude, unless the guy in question is not taking no for an answer.

❧ K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Oh, so sweet. He loves kissing you so much, especially on your hands and arms. It started off as a bit of a joke. He would greet you at the door and bow before taking your hand and offering it a gentlemanly kiss, but after a while, he just started doing it randomly, picking up your hand and kissing it, then letting his lips trail up and down your arm.

He likes to be kissed everywhere, of course, but he especially likes when you kiss his nose, which you always do since his nose is just cute as a button.

❧ L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Very good. Murphy is essentially one big child (in a good way), so he gets along really well with children. It's very sweet because you just know he would make such a wonderful father, and sometimes just seeing him around kids, making funny faces at them or telling them jokes, you start to really think that you wanna have like five kids with him, just because he's so sweet with them.

❧ M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Lazy. Like, really lazy. If it's a weekend and neither of you have anywhere in particular to be, you'll both sleep in really late, or at least stay in bed until one of you feels like getting up (usually you). Murphy will pull you down and wrestle with you a bit, trying to get you to stay and cuddle with him longer, but eventually he'll let you go, albeit with a slight pout.

❧ N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Murphy comes alive at night, so nights are always fun! He's so adventurous, and that really comes out when the sun goes down. Some nights, he'll take you out on the town, which usually results in two very drunk individuals getting up to no good, but it's all in good fun, as Murphy would say. Then there are also quiet nights spent watching movies, listening to records, talking into the wee hours of the morning about nothing and everything... Nights with Murphy are pretty amazing, to be honest.

❧ O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Murphy's kind of an open book, so it probably won't take him too long to open up to you. As mentioned before, his shyness does wear away pretty early on, so once you break that initial barrier, you're basically getting all Murphy. That being said, he won't outright pour out everything to you, you have to show interest. You have to ask him stuff about himself and his life before he really goes into it, simply because sometimes he gets so wrapped up in you that he forgets he's even a person.

❧ P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Murphy famously is the more volatile, emotional, and reckless of the MacManus twins, so yeah, he's easily angered. It's hard for you to get him angry, since you're basically his favorite person, and to you he can do no wrong, but on the rare occasion he does get angry at you, he's loud and mean. Of course, he always feels super bad about it afterward, and practically begs you for forgiveness (resulting in some pretty intense makeup sex, I might add), but you can never stay mad at him for too long. I mean, look at that face...

❧ Q = Quizzes (How much do they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

If I'm being honest here, Murphy doesn't always have the best memory. Now, I'm not saying Murphy is dumb, but I am saying that he's not the brains of the MacManus operations. He's a lot more laid back than Connor, so he tends to forget things and let him handle the logistics of their plans (even though he doesn't always like Connor's plans). So that translates to your relationship—he tends to forget things. I mean, he remembers all the important stuff, and most of it, but he can be flaky, that's all I'm saying.

❧ R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

His favorite moment by far is the time he took you up to the roof of his apartment building, and the two of you sat up there all night watching the bright city lights and the tiny cars going by. He loved it so much he took a Polaroid of you to remember how beautiful you looked. Well, the picture didn't come out great, since your face was overexposed from the flash, but he still keeps it taped up on the wall by his bed (and secretly kisses it every night before bed, but don't tell Connor that).

❧ S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Murphy is protective when he needs to be, and he is always good about knowing when he needs to be. Living in Boston, sometimes you do run into creeps or thugs or people who are just generally not very nice, and Murphy's always there, standing in front of you and telling off the asshole who dared offend his sweetheart. If the guy gets physical, Murphy has no problem beating the man until he backs off. Of course, this worries you, both because you don't want Murphy getting hurt, and because you don't want him ending up in jail for defending your honor (which has happened before).

As for how he likes to be protected, he doesn't feel like he needs protection, but it does make him feel all warm and fuzzy inside whenever you worry about or try to defend him.

❧ T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Remember how I said Murphy is flaky? Well, he has a bad habit of forgetting events like dates and anniversaries. It's not because he doesn't care, it's simply because he just forgets. He's got so much stuff going on in his crazy head that sometimes it gets to be too much and he just full on forgets, but never fear, he always fixes it, somehow. He'll come up with something very last minute, but it's so fun and special and unabashedly Murphy that you can't be mad at him for very long. You know he cares, and that he loves you more than life itself, he's just a tad bit forgetful at times. He always puts in the effort, though, even if it's late.

❧ U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Smoking, for one. He smokes a lot, which worries you. Another bad habit would probably be drinking, though he can control it usually. He's not an alcoholic, but he drinks a little more than he should, for sure. You could argue the worst habit he has is killing people (people who deserve it, but people nevertheless). You're aware of this, of course, it was kind of hard for him to hide that he's one of the notorious Saints of South Boston from his girlfriend. Needless to say, you don't really approve, but you also know he's not really hurting anyone besides criminals, so you try not to hold it against him. Still, when he shows up to a date with blood splatters on his face, you sort of wish he had a more normal hobby.

❧ V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

I would say about average. He doesn't think he's ugly, but he doesn't think he's anything special, either, so he cares about his appearance to a normal degree. He tries to look good for you, though, that's for sure. The most he'll do is probably shave/trim his stubble, pick out certain clothes he knows you like, and maybe buy himself a fancy men's cologne. (My personal headcanon is that the MacManus boys are Libras, so if you know anything about astrology, you see what I'm saying: boy loves to look good).

❧ W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Of course! Murphy is such a romantic that he's probably the first person to believe the two of you are soulmates, that you belong together. He's one of those people who will devote his whole life to his partner, and he probably wouldn't know what to do with himself if he didn't have you. You balance him out.

❧ X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them)

Murphy already has a proposal plan for when he asks you to marry him. He's going to do it on the rooftop, where he took that Polaroid, and the two of you spent that magical night overlooking the city of Boston. He even has a little poem he plans to recite, and he has your ring, too. It's a traditional Irish claddagh ring, with two hands holding a crowned heart. It represents, love, loyalty, and friendship (he has a matching one). How cute!

❧ Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He doesn't like pretentious people. He doesn't want to hang out with someone who seems fake or like they're trying to seem better than they actually are. He likes real, kind, genuine people, so he doesn't really like people who aren't that.

❧ Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

He's a major bed hog, and a very restless sleeper. He rolls around a lot, and spreads out to a comical degree. Of course, he snuggles you, too, but it can be suffocating. Needless to say, you don't always get the best sleep when you spend the night together, but just being next to him is amazing, even if he takes up more than half the bed, and you have to forcibly scoot him over. It's worth it to feel his strong arms around you, and his sleepy kisses upon your forehead. He loves you so, so much, and you love him too. It can't get much better than that, right?

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[dixons-sunshine]

Irish Man In A Closet | Murphy MacManus x Fem!Reader

A/N: Welcome to the first installment of “Murphy Mondays”! I’ve decided to dedicate Mondays to my favourite Irish man to get some more writing done for him. Anyways, I hope y’all like this!

The sound of rock music playing could faintly be heard through the walls of the supply closet. Joyous laughter and calls for more shots could be heard as well, though those sounds were drown out by the more prominent sounds of gasps and light moans that traveled between you and Murphy.

“Murphy,” you gasped out when he nibbled lightly on the sensitive spot right below your jaw. You tilted your head back against the wall Murphy had you pinned against. “I gotta get back to work.” Murphy simply hummed and continued his onslaught of kisses, trailing down your neck. “Murph, I’m serious. I can’t lose this job.”

“Nah, you won’t,” Murphy denied in a murmur against the skin of your neck. “Doc loves ya. He’d rather come to work naked than fire you.” His lips trailed back up your neck, up your jaw and stopped to hover just above your lips. “It won’t matter if you decided to bail now to, I don’t know, come back home with me?”

A light laugh escaped your lips, one that was muffled when Murphy slanted his lips across yours again. His hands trailed up from your hips, all the way up to your face to gently and tenderly cup your cheeks in his hands, the gesture a stark contrast to his rough, calloused hands. You slightly pulled away from the kiss, your hands on his chest to halt him when he tried to chase your lips with his. You giggled and shook your head.

“Woah there, cowboy. I’m serious. I’ve gotta get back to work.” The look on Murphy’s face was both amusing and almost made you give in to what he wanted. His ocean-coloured eyes looked deep into your own, the man behind them trying his best to convince you with his version of puppy dog eyes. However, you managed to hold on to your resolve. “That isn’t going to work on me, Murph.”

A mischievous smile broke out on his face. “Can’t blame a man for tryin’, las.” He sighed and took a step back, reluctantly forcing himself to be rational. What you said was true. You did need to go back to work. It certainly didn’t mean he had to like it, however.

You smiled at him and stepped away from the wall. Your hand came up to gently cup his cheek, your thumb rubbing over his skin affectionately. “I get off in an hour. How about you take me home?”

Murphy could instantly understand the implication behind the otherwise innocent statement. He nodded his head vigorously. “Yeah. Yeah, I’ll do that.”

“Good.” You leaned up to press a chaste kiss to his lips before withdrawing. You began to fiddle with your clothes and hair, hoping to fix your disheveled appearance. “How do I look?”

Murphy couldn’t help the smirk that tugged at his lips. “You look like ya just made out with an Irish man in a closet.” He laughed when you sent him an exasperated look, one that clearly told him to be serious. “Ya look fine, love. I promise.” He gave you one final kiss before turning towards the door. “Don’t forget whatever Doc sent you in here for.” With that, he left the supply closet.

You exhaled deeply and quickly grabbed the thing you had been asked to go get—the mop—before exiting the supply closet as well. You walked back into the main area of the bar and behind the counter, when you heard Connor’s voice ring out from the other side of the counter.

“Well, well. Would you look at that? I was right. Murphy did follow you to the supply closet, didn’t he?”

“Shut up, Connor. I told you, I went to the bathroom.”

“Oh? Didn’t realize Y/N changed her name to ‘the bathroom’.”

[dixons-sunshine]

Surprises | Murphy MacManus x Fem!Reader

“Murphy, oh my god…”

Murphy chuckled lightly at your reaction to his surprise. He walked up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, resting his chin on top of your head. “You like it, my love?” he inquired in a soft whisper, his cerulean eyes sparkling with excitement.

“Like it?” you echoed with a disbelieving laugh. “I love it! It’s amazing!” You turned around in his embrace, your arms coming up to loop around his neck. “But how? It must’ve cost a fortune.” You frowned slightly at your own words, realization dawning on you. “How much did it cost? Murph, you know how I feel about—”

“About me spendin’ a lot of money on you.” Murphy smiled at you softly, his thumbs idly tracing shapes on your hips. “I know, my love. I promise it didn’t cost too much.”

“Murph—”

“I promise,” he repeated his words, his tone sincere and honest. “I wouldn’t have bought it for you if it would’ve broken the bank, las. I promise this didn’t force me to declare bankruptcy.” Murphy smiled fondly when he heard a light giggle fall from your lips. “There’s that smile I love. Now c’mon, let’s go check out your new ride, yeah?”

You could barely contain your excitement at his words. You nodded and detangled yourself from your boyfriend’s embrace, before practically sprinting towards the new—well, slightly used, but new to you—car that stood in front of the apartment building. Your eyes trailed over the vehicle, pure, unadulterated happiness being evident on your face.

Murphy laughed lightly at your eagerness and followed behind you. When he reached you again, he placed a gentle hand on your shoulder, shifting your attention back to him. He simply reached into his pocket and withdrew the keys to the car. He dangled them in front of you, looking at you expectantly.

“Well, what’re ya waitin’ for? Test ‘er out.”

You didn’t need to be told twice. With an excited smile sent in his direction, you took the keys from his grasp and bounded over to the driver’s side. However, before you got in, you sent him an expectant look. “Are you just gonna stand there and look pretty or are you gonna join me?”

Murphy smiled and fondly shook his head at your eagerness. “M’comin’.” He walked over to the passenger’s side and got in, closing the door behind him. His gaze trailed over to you as you followed his lead, slightly adjusting the car seat to your liking. When your eyes met his, he motioned over to the steering wheel. “Start ‘er up.”

You did just that. You turned the key in the ignition and successfully started the car. The vehicle roared to life with a loud rumble, and you couldn’t help the laugh of wonder that escaped you. Gone were the days of walking to work or having to ask for a ride from other people. You had your own car now, courtesy of the man you loved more than anything else in the world.

Before you lowered the handbrake and even attempted to start driving, you leaned over to Murphy and gently took his face in your hands. You pressed your lips against his softly, hoping that the kiss could convey your true love and appreciation, because you were sure that words were going to fail you.

Murphy was the first to pull back. He regarded you with a loving smile, his eyes flickering over your face. “You’re welcome, my beautiful girl.”

You didn’t even have to say anything for him to understand what you meant, and you loved that about him. In fact, you loved everything about the man next to you. Murphy MacManus was an amazing man, and you couldn’t ask for a better boyfriend than him.

You gently rubbed your thumb over his cheek, a small smile on your face. “I love you, Murph.”

Murphy smiled at you, before turning his head to press a soft, tender kiss to your wrist. “I love ya more, las,” he whispered, before leaning back. He placed his hand on your thigh, giving it a soft squeeze. “Now c’mon. How ‘bout we go to that ice cream parlour a couple of blocks over? Consider it my treat.”

“Yeah,” you agreed vehemently. “Yeah, that sounds good.”

[dixons-sunshine]

The Safety | Murphy MacManus x Fem!Reader

A/N: Something small to get some practice with writing for Murphy. Also, this is somewhat inspired by @celtic-crossbow’s story. I reread this and realized it was kinda similar to one of your stories lol. I hope you don’t mind! If you do, please tell me and I’ll take this down.

“Good lord, las!”

Murphy’s heart was practically pounding out of his chest. One moment, he was merrily whistling to himself while he listened to you talk about your day, preparing some snacks for the movie the two of you were going to watch that night due to Connor being out at the McGinty’s bar. The next moment, he was practically jumping out of his own skin, the sound of a gun being fired ringing through the air. Murphy had never been as terrified of you quite like he was at that moment.

A sheepish smile spread across your features. You lowered the weapon in your hands, gingerly placing it down on the table in front of you. “Sorry, Murph,” you apologized in embarrassment. “I didn’t realize the safety was off. I just wanted to put it away and then I accidentally fired it.”

Murphy shook his head, his grip he had on the counter loosening after your explanation. “Holy Mary and Joseph. You scared me, my love,” he breathed out, his hand resting over his heart. A small chuckle escaped him, though. He could never be mad at you for an accident. Besides, nobody got hurt. Well, that is, if you didn’t count the cabinet that now had an extremely prominent hole in it. “I thought you were gettin’ rid of me for good. Figured you were finally fed up with my antics.” He grabbed the gun you had placed down on the table and activated the safety before placing it in the cupboard where him and Connor hid their weapons, while also making a mental note to show you how the safety looked when it was turned on during your next shooting practice.

You giggled fondly and shook your head. “Oh, please. I’m so used to your antics at this point. Besides, if I wanted to get rid of you, I’d do it in a more creative way. A gunshot is way too common.”

Murphy arched an eyebrow at that. “Should I be worried?” he asked you, a small, playful smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. When you simply shook your head, he laughed and picked up the snacks, before wrapping an arm around your shoulder to guide you to the living room. “Let’s watch the movie before you kill me, yeah? I wanna spend some time with my beautiful lady before I go.”

You smiled and rolled your eyes. “You’re an idiot, Murphy. But you’re also so amazing.”

“Only for you, my love,” he told you with a smile. “Now, let’s watch this Footloose movie you keep buggerin’ me about.”

“Yeah. That sounds amazing.”

[dixons-sunshine]

So Strong | Murphy MacManus x Fem!Reader

A/N: Happy Murphy Monday!

Murphy’s heart practically shattered at the sound of your distressed cries. In an instant, he pushed forward and opened the door to the supply closet, his blue eyes softening at the sight of you; sitting on the floor against one of the shelves, your arms hugging your knees to your chest, and tears falling in rivers from your eyes.

“Angel,” Murphy called out to you softly. He closed the door behind him, bathing you both in darkness except for the faint trickle of light that managed to slither through the bottom of the door. He crouched down in front of you, cupping your cheek in his calloused, work-worn hand, gently forcing you to look at him. “Don’t cry. Don’t allow yourself to get sad over that hooligan.”

You sniffled, wiping the tears from your eyes. “I’m not sad. I’m pissed,” you corrected him. You could not blame him for thinking you were sad. The encounter you had with that barbarian of a man you were forced to serve was more than enough to make you sad. But you were not. You were frustrated. “It’s just so unfair. He comes in here, makes all types of demands, gets upset because his beer isn’t cold enough, yells at me and calls me the worst things imaginable, and I can’t do anything about it. I’m supposed to just smile and go on with my day as if I’m okay, as if my I don’t wanna yell and knock some sense into him. Do you know how frustrating that is? And the best I can do is cry about it? That’s so pathetic.”

Your words barely had time to register in the air before Murphy’s arms encircled around you, allowing you to collapse into his embrace. “You’re not pathetic,” he reassured you, his hand rubbing soothing circles over your back. “Quite the contrary, lass. I think it makes ya so strong.”

“Strong?”

“Yes, strong. Not a lot of people in your position would’ve been the better person. Not a lot of people would have refrained from stoopin’ to that guy’s level.” Murphy chuckled and shook his head. “Hell, I certainly wouldn’t have held my tongue, much less my fist. You evaluated the situation and realized that he wasn’t worth the effort. And even if ya had decided to give that guy a piece of your mind, I promise you, your job would not have suffered in the process. Doc loves ya. He probably would’ve handed you a bat to help you beat that guy’s ass.”

You could not help the laugh that escaped you at his words. “You really think so?”

“I know so,” Murphy confirmed, pressing a soft, tender kiss to your forehead. “You’re the strongest person I know. This doesn’t change that at all.”

Your heart practically melted at his admission. You pulled back from his embrace and looked at him, your heart in your eyes. “I love you, Murph.”

“I love you more, Angel,” he told you with a loving smile. He stood up from the ground and extended a hand towards you, helping you up from the floor. “Now c’mon. Don’t let that guy ruin what’s supposed to be a good night. And I’ll be right by your side the entire time.”

[dixons-sunshine]

★ I’ll keep on adding as I write.

Fluff—❤️ | Angst—💔 | Suggestive—👀 | Smut—🔥| Platonic—💜

The Safety ❤️

Irish Man In A Closet 👀

Surprises ❤️

So Strong 💔❤️

Ice Cold ❤️

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[dixons-sunshine]

Masseuse | Murphy MacManus x Fem!Reader

With a weary, exhausted sigh, Murphy flopped himself down on the couch. He groaned slightly at the exertion and leaned his head back against the couch, his eyes closing. It had been a long, hard day at the meat factory, and the man’s body dearly paid the price for it. His body ached in ways he never before would’ve believed possible.

The feeling of someone’s arms gently wrapping around his neck from behind made Murphy open up his eyes. Looking up, he smiled softly at the sight of you. No matter how bad of a day he might have had, his mood always brightened when he saw you. “G’evenin’, love,” Murphy murmured, turning his head slightly to press a kiss to the skin of your forearm.

You smiled fondly. “Hey, Murph,” you greeted him in a soft tone of voice. “Where’s Connor?”

“He’s havin’ a drink with Rocco at the bar,” your boyfriend explained to you. “I didn’t wanna go with him today, so I came home.”

“Rough day at work?” Murphy groaned, successfully eliciting a small laugh from you. “I’m guessing that’s a yes.”

“Ya don’t even know the half of it, las,” Murphy grumbled, shaking his head. “Jus’ be glad that you don’t have to work a job like that.”

You gave him a sympathetic smile. “I’m sorry you have to do that.”

Murphy shook his head at your apology. “Don’t apologize, my love. Rather me than you. I won’t have ya workin’ a job like that when you have to study for your classes as well. I won’t allow it.”

Your heart fluttered at his words. Despite every protest on your half, he was steadfast in his belief that you shouldn’t have to overexert yourself just so that you could pay for your tuition. You had a job, of course. You refused to let him pay for everything, despite his protest. However, he wouldn’t let you get a second job to help out with some of the other expenses. That was just out of the question for him. Due to that, more often than not, he came back home, aches all over his body. And more often than not, you’d help him out with his pains, just like you would at that moment.

You softly rubbed his shoulders a few times, before gently pressing your fingers into them. The sound of pure relief Murphy let out elicited a fond laugh from you. “Good?”

“Mhm,” Murphy hummed, lolling his head forward as he closed his eyes. “Real good. Thank you.”

You chuckled and continued working at the knots in his shoulders. “It’s nothing. You work your ass off, day in and day out. The least I can do is be your personal masseuse for a while.”

Murphy practically moaned at the relief that flooded through his body as your fingers worked at the aches in his shoulders. “You’re an angel sent from the Lord, my love.”

You scoffed, but didn’t protest. That wasn’t the first time he had told you that, and you doubted it would be the last. So instead, you leaned down and pressed a kiss to the top of his head. “I love you, Murph.”

“And I love you, las. I love ya so much.”

[dixons-sunshine]

Ice Cold | Murphy MacManus x Fem!Reader

“Fuck, it’s cold out there.”

The sound of Murphy’s voice rung out through the air of your apartment. You jumped slightly at the unexpectedness of your boyfriend’s arrival, having been under the impression that he would be out for another hour, but you schooled your surprise with a smile. You would never pass up any extra minute you could spend with Murphy.

“Hello to you too, Murph. How was your day? My day was great, thank you for asking,” you told him with a small chuckle, sending a look over your shoulder before looking back down at the food you were making, which just so happened to be Murphy’s favourite soup.

Murphy’s light laughter reached your ears, causing butterflies to erupt in the depths of your stomach. “G’evenin’, Angel,” Murphy greeted you, a warm smile gracing his handsome features as he stepped up behind you. He peered over your shoulder to see what dish you were preparing, and his face lit up when he realized that it was his favourite. “Chicken noodle soup?” When you nodded, he continued. “You’re too good for me, las.”

“Yeah, I know,” you replied with a giggle. You turned around to face Murphy, and looped your arms around his neck. Your boyfriend’s hands came to rest on your hips, right where your shirt had been riding up and where your skin was exposed. When Murphy’s hands made contact with your skin, you flinched back with a surprised gasp. “Holy shit, your hands are ice cold!”

Murphy chuckled and shrugged, but made no effort to remove his hands, despite the way you were squirming. “Yeah. Didn’t ya hear me say ‘fuck, it’s cold out there’ when I stepped into the apartment?”

“I did, but I didn’t think it was that bad!” you exclaimed with a half scoff, half laugh. Thankfully, your body had quickly adjusted to the surprisingly ice cold temperature of your boyfriend’s hands. “Jesus, Murph. And you walked all the way here? You’re insane.”

Murphy shrugged nonchalantly. “I promised we were gonna have a movie night tonight, and I wasn’t about to cancel it because of a wee bit of snow.” Before you could voice your protest, Murphy cut you off. “M’fine, las. I promise.”

You sighed, but reluctantly agreed. “Fine. But let’s get you warmed up, okay? A bowl of soup should do the trick.”

“Y’know, I can think of other ways I can heat myself up…” Murphy trailed off, his tone laced with suggestiveness.

You laughed and shook your head, removing yourself from his embrace. “You’re a real chance taker, you know that?”

Murphy chuckled and shrugged once again. “Well, can’t blame me for tryin’.”