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thinking about getting rescued by Connor and Murphy Macmanus. you're making ends meet, living in a shitty apartment in boston when some jackass in the russian mob decides that extorting your landlord isn't enough anymore. you come home to find huge, scary thugs roaming the halls of your building, banging on doors and demanding money. they try to shake you down, but you... you're not going to give up, and you're certainly not going to let them win without a fight. thankfully, god doesn't hate you quite as much as you worried he might, because you live in the same building as Rocco's girl. she sees what's happening out there and makes a call. the russian mob doesn't find your plucky attitude as endearing as you'd hoped, and you're about to pass out when two mysterious figures burst in, shooting up every gangster in the place. they get closer to you, muttering something to each other you can't make out, and one of them gently picks you up before everything goes black.
you wake up hours later just before dawn in... the shittiest, crustiest apartment you've ever seen. you're still a little out of it, and two guys - who you can only assume are the same ones from before - crouch next to you, speaking in gentle voices and comforting irish accents.
"You're alright sweetheart." the first one says. you think he's the one who carried you out.
"You're safe here." the other adds.
"Those assholes got you pretty good-"
"Put up one hell of a fight though," the second one chuckles, earning a smack on the back of the head from the first.
"Just try to get some more rest, and we'll check on you soon."
you try to agree, but you're exhausted and out like a light before you know it, managing a "hmmmf" in response before you pass back out.
you wake up properly a few hours later, and it takes you a few moments to orient yourself, to realize you're not in this apartment because of a drunken one night stand. you stretch stiffly, still achy and sore from the fight, and stand up to quietly look around. the apartment is empty, but it's worse than you thought it would be. this place is... a dump. a bachelor owned dump, based on the comical lack of furniture or decorations. you don't know what you're supposed to do until those guys get back, but you don't... not trust them. not yet, anyway. so you tidy up a little. you throw out the trash and wipe down the counters and tables. you spray a little lemon cleaner on the windows and make their beds. you find a pile of pillows and blankets on the ground, and realize they slept in the other room so you wouldn't be uncomfortable.
when Connor and Murphy return in their bathrobes pajama pants and work boots, hang their rosaries up on the nails by the door, and set down the breakfast foods and ingredients they just got from the corner store, they pause. something feels... different. there aren't any coffee rings in the kitchen, or tumbled piles of beer caps from their numerous contests seeing who can make the highest stack. things smell fresher, feel... nicer. you walk into the kitchen, hanging up a fresh dish towel over the oven rack when you notice they're back. you startle a little, and they both smile.
"Oh!" you exclaim, "Sorry... I didn't know when you guys would be back, so I just tidied up a little. I hope you don't mind." you say, almost sheepishly. they share a look, then turn their attention back to you.
"You did all this?" asks Connor, then he nudges Murphy. "We got ourselves a regular snow white."
Murphy laughs, looking at your handiwork.
"I didn't know it was possible." He says back to his brother. "The kitchen floor is white. Did you know the kitchen floor was supposed to be white?"
The Macmanus brothers like you. they find you sweet, and charming. they want to protect you and keep you safe from the scum in this city. since your apartment building is still a mess and crawling with members of the russian mob, you let them convince you to stay for a few days. of course it doesn't end up being just a few days, and no matter what a rough day they have cleaning up the city, they're always excited to get home, flop down on the couch (the one you got them, and the only thing tying the interior look of their apartment together) crack open a couple cold beers, and spend the night with their best girl.
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“…what’s this?” You ask with a suspicious look on your face as Connor hands you a box.
A box he only handed over to you after closing and locking his room for with the both of you inside. He shrugs, looking off to the side as he sits down on his bed “Maybe you should open it and find out.” He says.
You’re still eyeing him with suspicion as you cut open the box and open it, your face(as well as your mind) going blank as a smile grows on Connor’s face when you see what’s in the box.
“Do you like it?” Connor asks, a somewhat proud look on his face as you slowly look up at him.
“Connor.”
“Yes sir?”
“Last week, when you asked how big my tits were, you could have just asked for my binder size.”
“Same thing.”
“I assure you, it is not.”
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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.
#𝑘𝑟𝑦𝑠 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑠 ࣪𖤐.ᐟ#murphy the boondock saints#murphy macmanus x female reader#murphy x reader#murphy macmanus x reader#murphy macmanus#murphy macmanus x fem!reader#the boondock saints#boondock saints#norman reedus
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prompt 49
49. “Why do you insist on it?”
Dear Evan Hansen,
At the new facility. They took my phone at intake. So much for “tranquility.” I’m typing on my suitemates’ secret iPhone 6. They let me borrow it if I agreed to suck —
“Really?”
“What?” Jared pouts. It might work better if it wasn’t over FaceTime, on Evan’s secondhand iPhone, propped up against his thirdhand laptop. “I was going to say ‘suck eggs for their grandmas.’”
“No, you weren’t.”
“Whatever.”
Hey, before I go, I wanted to know: did you check with Jared Kalwani — the genius sound tech Jared Kalwani — to see if he can hang out? ‘Cause I have no doubt he’d be a great friend to me too —
“Okay, no, Jared.” Evan hits Ctrl-A and deletes the half-written email. “That doesn’t work.”
“That was a literary masterpiece. How does it not work?”
“Well, the rehab stuff is, it’s too depressing.”
“Yeah. It’s rehab.”
“The Murphys won’t want to read it. And you can’t keep trying to write yourself in. This is, like, the third time.”
“Why do you insist on it being all shiny happy codependency? Your friendship was so special and perfect that he didn’t even want to talk to anyone else?”
“Yes. That’s the story. We were best friends. I was his only friend.” Evan scratches his left arm, no longer broadcasting the best possible proof of that story. “You can’t just change it.”
“Uh-huh.” Jared’s eyes move over him, and Evan can tell he saw the scratching. “You do remember how this story ends, right?”
“What do you mean?”
“Evan,” Jared says. “Dude. Connor’s dead. And it’s not because his life was going great. Everyone knows that.”
“So?”
“So people will expect to read the tormented musings of a guy in a downward spiral. Not rainbows and butterflies and tree facts to the very end. Maybe they haven’t thought of it yet, but they’ll get there.”
“That’s awful.”
“That’s the human condition. Rubbernecking and being glad it’s not you.”
“Just because you decided to put the emails online —”
“Because Alana told me to, after you begged me to run the Connor Project website —”
“It’s not that simple, okay? Things are messy and complicated, it’s, recovery is nonlinear —”
“Oh, good, someone’s reading the Mental Health Resources page after all. And here I told our glorious co-founder it was a waste of server space.”
“I just want to help the Murphys,” Evan says. That’s all he’s wanted to do, from the moment Mrs. Murphy first mentioned the orchard. It has to be. “That’s the point of all this. I don’t care what people online think.”
“You mean the people giving you all that money to build an orchard for Connor? You’re sure you don’t care what they think? Only about cheering up your fake family and your very real girlfriend?”
“I told you, we’re not — Zoe and I are just friends.”
“Totally. You’ve got a lot of friends these days.”
“Yeah,” Evan says. “It’s pretty nice. You should try it.”
Jared vanishes from the call, and Evan is left staring at the empty Google Doc on his laptop and his own reflection in his phone screen. Alone.
Until Zoe’s texts come in.
Larry is making dinner tonight
His cooking is actually edible
That sounds great
Not that I don’t like your mom’s cooking, but you know
Yeah, I know
See you soon
(prompts to write drabbles or longer stories)
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Silly self-ship drabble, Connor & Murphy MacManus (platonic f/os, older twin brothers), fluff (I'm being bullied), 413 words Warning: None, other than the f-slur being used once
All it took was for Harry to take one moment inside the bathroom for the two brothers to rummage through his living room.
Connor and Murphy sat on the house's couch with a dusty old album filled with photos of his childhood on their laps. Their faces lit up with amusement as they giggled like little children while flipping through the pages. Their eyes landed on a specific photo�� a baby photo of Harry, small and round with his big eyes looking straight at the camera.
"Oh my God, look at 'im!" Connor beamed, his face red from laughing. "Look at what a wee little thing he was!"
Murphy laughed along, absolutely thrilled he had found this goldmine on the shelves. "Christ, look at this one— look at how fuckin' stupid he looked!"
The laughter and giggling didn't escape Harry’s ears— he heard them all the way to the bathroom. He quickly finished washing your hands to sprint to the living room— and of course, the sight he found horrified him.
"The fuck yer doing, re?!" He yelled, his Greek accent slipping through, growing frustrated with the joy on their faces.
"Aye, Harry!" Murphy grinned "You didn't tell us ye were such a child model!"
"Yeah, a proper little faggy model! Look at this one!" Connor wheezed, holding up another picture.
"Yer impossible— where did you even find this?!" He groaned, trying to reach for the album, but they successfully dodged his hand. His face grew redder the more they looked through his old album. They both ignored his protests, the delight they took out of torturing the kid was simply too enjoyable to stop. "Oh come on, we're just admirin’ how tiny and adorable ye were." Murphy teased.
“Come on, it's not funny." Harry whined, "Oh, but it is." Murphy chirped. “I mean, look at you! No wonder yer ma kept all these.” His jaw clenched as his gaze turned away, his cheek getting warmer and his body moving uncomfortably. He wished a hole would appear beneath him and swallow him whole. Or them, them would be preferable. “Malakes...” he huffed a Greek curse as he left the room.
“Aw, come on lad, we're just messin’ with ye. We didn't mean to embarrass ye” Connor tried to defend himself and his brother, but the way his voice sounded as if he still had a smirk on his face told Harry otherwise.
“SHUDDUP!” he yelled, but they just continued laughing at your pain.
#slightly embarrassed but fuck it we roll#self ship#self ship fic#self ship fanfiction#platonic f/obr#platonic self ship#self insert#boondock saints#macmanus ♡#✝️➰️🌙
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Hello and welcome to my mixed mosh little corner of tumblr. Here I write for a variety of fandoms and characters. Primarily will be featuring drabbles with the occasional longer piece. Headcanons will feature from time to time.
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What I will write:
Angst
Fluff
Smut
Platonic relationships
Alpha/Omega dynamics
What I won’t write:
Snuff
Rape, rape play, non con
Underage
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Real person fic
Marvel: Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Alexei Shostakov, Peter Parker, Victor Creed, Deacon Frost, Peter Quinn, Frank Castle, Matt Murdock, Foggy Nelson, Bruce Banner, Brock Rumlow, Nathan Summers, Eddie Brock, Cletus Kasady, Otto Octavius
DC Universe: Bruce Wayne, Harvey Bullock, Jim Gordon, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Jonathan Crane, Clark Kent, Arthur Curry
Stranger Things: James Hopper, Steve Harrington, Jonathan Byers
Stargate Atlantis: Rodney McKay, John Sheppard, Ronan Dex, Carson Beckett
Sons of Anarchy: Jackson “Jax” Teller, Harry “Opie” Winston, Filip “Chibs” Telford, Juan Carlos “Juice” Ortiz, Lincoln Potter, Galen O'Shay
The Walking Dead: Rick Grimes, Shane Walsh, Negan Smith
What We Do in the Shadows: Nandor the Relentless, Guillermo de la Cruz, Laszlo Cravensworth
Resident Evil: Karl Heisenberg, Albert Wesker, Chris Redfield
Ted Lasso: Ted Lasso, Coach Beard, Jamie Tartt, Roy Kent
Good Omens: Gabriel, Aziraphale, Crowley
Video Games: Connor RK800, CaptainJonathan Price, Simon Ghost Riley, Sniper
Movies: Finn Brody (Godzilla), Raleigh Becket (Pacific Rim), Terry Malone (Black and Blue), Abe Guevara (Point Blank), Bobby O’Neill (The Hitman’s Wife’s Bodyguard), Guy Clifton (The Crash), Roy Pulver (Boss Level), Sloan (Into the Ashes) Braxton Wolff (The Accountant), Ethan Sawyer (Those Who Wish Me Dead), Bradley James (Grudge Match), Sam Rossi (Sweet Virginia), Mr. McCarthy (Me, Earl, and the Dying Girl), Grady Travis (Fury), Griff (Baby Driver), Adam Frawley (The Town), Buddy (Baby Driver), Clyde Brenek (The Posession), Patrick Sullivan (The Accidental Husband), Harvey Russell (Rampage), Jude Fisher (Peace, Love, and Misunderstanding), Luke Vaughn (Heist), Franklin Clay (The Losers), Max (The Resident), Nicomund the Red/Santa Claus (Violent Night), Doug Dennison (Sleepless), Frank Masters (The Equalizer), Hellboy (2019), Alex Baldr (Max Payne), Matt Graver (Sicario), Douglas Hunsiker (The Rise of the Planet of the Apes), Steve Emmett (Boa vs Python), Joe Braven (Braven), Lee Christmas (The Expendables), Deckard Shaw (Fast & Furious)
Musicals: Jack Kelly (Newsies), Dewey Finn (School of Rock), Hades (Hadestown)
Tv shows: Ike Evans (Magic City), Jason Crouse (The Good Wife), John Winchester (Supernatural), Mason Baldwin (Elementary), Colton Fisk (The Equalizer), Kevin Tidwell (Life), Declan Murphy (Law & Order: SVU), Eugene McGillicutty (Royal Pains), Chuck Martin (ER), Dickie Flood (Th Practice), Malcolm Bright (Prodigal Son)
Tolkien: Boromir, Faramir, Eomer
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Fluffy Jared Headcanons
A/N: sorry this took me so long! I’ve been having 4 hour musical practice every day at school plus I have work and homework to do :(
Gender Neutral
Requested: anon
Requests for headcanons are open but it’ll take me a bit to get to them. I have a rly busy schedule.
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Jared LOVES cuddling. He prefers to be the big spoon but loves it when he’s the little spoon too
Disneyland dates!
He loves wearing his s/o’s sweatshirts, as cliché as it is.
Enjoys shopping with his s/o. He makes them model every outfit they pick out
His hair is so??? Soft??? ADORES when people play with it
Enjoys long car rides with friends
Will take his s/o on a UDF date (for non US, it’s a gas station with ice cream and shit like that) at 3 in the morning
Takes his s/o to cosplay conventions. He forces them to do couple cosplays
Coffee shop dates
Has taken up cooking for his s/o. It started as a hobby now he really likes it!
Likes watching his s/o at their sports/event practices and performances
LOVES spoiling his s/o!!!!!! He doesn’t care how much it is, if his baby wants it it’s theirs!!
Likes to paint his s/o
Lots of pda. This boy HAS to be touching his s/o in some way at all times
City dates!
Harry Potter movie dates!
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connor x reader drabble
9. “Quit it or I’ll bite.”
Connor pulled his finger away and made an exaggerated sad face. He’d recently realized how cute you looked when he booped your nose, and he’d started doing it every thirty seconds when you were cuddling. “I know you’re trying, but I can’t be intimidated when you’re just so-“ He interrupted himself to poke you again, and true to your word, you snapped at his finger. “Ow!” “I warned you.” He wiped his finger on your shirt and kissed your forehead. “Shut up.”
14. “Take. It. Off.”
You giggled and pulled the mask off, smiling at Connor, who was shakily laughing. He hated clowns. The fact that this particular clown mask had fangs and fake blood dripping down it probably didn’t help. “What, you don’t think it’s cute?” He grabbed it from your hand by its orange hair, looked at it for a second, then tossed it aside. “We’re gonna burn that thing and send it to hell where it belongs.”
1. “The skirt is supposed to be this short.”
“Really?” Connor was staring intently at your ass. Not that that was uncommon, but he was more quizzical than usual. “Yeah. It’s Halloween. I get to dress like this.” He stood up and started walking towards you. “Babe?” “Yeah?” At this point, his hands were around your lower back and his face was inches from your neck. “Not right now.” He pouted. “Why not?” “Because we’re not having sex in a Party City dressing room, babe.” You kissed him demurely on the cheek. “Okay,” he sighed, turning to leave. He stopped himself. “Do me a favor?” “Yeah?” Connor smirked at you. “Turn around?” You rolled your eyes. “When we get home, babe.”
29. “Come over here and make me.”
You didn’t think he was actually going to. It was a school night, so you were easing your way into a session of sexting Connor when he told you to take something off. And, playfully, you’d dared him to come over, and instead of his usual “damn I wish” he replied with “be there in 15.” That was twelve minutes ago. You sat in your underwear on the bed, watching him roll down the street, headlights off, and park silently. He didn’t speak until he’d crawled in through the window and stood, taking in your state of dress. “Take something off.”
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Hi! Would you mind writing Logan Huntzberger with a reader who comes from a family with a bunch of traditions? (Aka me lol) For example, my family has a tradition of Friday night date night for my parents. When we were little, my brother and I would go sleepover at my Papa's house but once he passed when I was 13, my brother and I started having movie nights while my parents are on their date (more often than not they stay at home, but it's still super sweet). Then, on Saturday mornings my Mom and I wake up bright and early to go to the farmers market, my Dad always leaves out twenty bucks along with a note so that my Mom and I can buy ourselves each a bouquet of flowers. When we come back home, we make chocolate chip pancakes and slather peanut butter and nutella all over them. Sundays are lazy days. No friends or visitors allowed. My Mom has a pretty strict no one leaves the house rule; it's family time and relaxing day. We get to sleep in as late as we want and have sugary cereal for breakfast. We usually spend the day watching movies, playing outside, and playing board/card games together. It's just really chill in my house on the weekends, and I think Logan could really benefit from having a girlfriend who is so chill and relaxing. I can just imagine you inviting him home with you, and him being so chill and smiley playing board games and walking around the farmer's market.
Also, Logan would be so down to have weekly date nights. A designated evening for him to spoil you rotten? Sign him up!
OH MY GODDDDDDDDDD LOGAN LOVES IT. once he gets real down bad and obsessed with you (which does not take long at all) he makes plans to surprise you with some fancy date or something and you're like "oh shit I can't! that's movie night. so is the friday after that and after that perpetually and indefinitely :/" he's cool with it and trying to mentally juggle things and reshuffle schedules cause you ARE his priority and you're like "but you can join us if you want!"
Logan had no idea you had a brother. he also realizes he came horribly over dressed and has never really experienced a quiet causal family hangout. he loves his family but his parents are usually off at fancy galas or fancy fundraisers or fancy business events and Honor has been obsessed with planning her wedding and making it perfect since before she was even in a relationship. his friends are more let's go get waisted off liqour that could pay off someone's college tuition types. he loves all of them - his friends, his family - but he's never really been in any "let's hang out all quiet and cozy and sober at home" circles. it's so nice, so refreshing to do that with you. your brother laughs at how overdressed he is, and you bring him upstairs to dig around for something comfy for him. one pair of sweatpants and an old summercamp t shirt later, the three of you are curled up in the living room, surrounded convenience store snacks and frozen pizza, half way through your double feature - now a triple feature, since you and your brother insist Logan picks the next movie. he relents as you all disolve into laughter, and pulls you closer to kiss you while your brother fake gags at the sight.
"this is... the best night I've had in a long time." Logan tells you quietly, a vulnerable, intimate tone in his voice, and you understand how much this, this inclusion and acceptance and normalcy means to him.
"good." you reply, smiling, "cause you're staying all weekend. I hope you like mickey mouse pancakes and cleaning while my parents blast cher."
he laughs and agrees.
"I think I can handle that."
you snuggle back into him as the next movie starts.
"just wait till I tell you about date night."
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Connor Murphy kinks (not really)
- If you don’t think that Connor would love for someone to pull his hair you're lying to yourself
- Connor would like for it to be tugged on not ripped out of his scalp
- Connor has a kink for love and validation
- He likes to be worshiped because it makes him feel great
- He will worship his partner, but like kiss him on his chest and he’s putty in your hands
- Also he likes kinky stuff
- Like he’s into the daddy thing but like not to you only calling him that
- He prefers it when he’s about to nut and you whimper it when he’s pounding into you
- That pushes him over the edge
- He also loves it when you beg
- duuuuuuuuuuuude beg for Connor and you won’t be able to walk the next day
- back to the worship thing
- that’s when he likes it a little more loving and vanilla
- That’s maybe a day where him and his parents aren’t getting along or his self esteem is very low
- That’s like one of the only times when he lets you top
- He likes feeling taken care of
- also like Connor once cried during sex because he felt so loved don’t @ me
- Connor loves blowjobs and will not hesitate to ask for one
- he’s so casual about it
- Connor would rather have a blowjob or handjob than a quickie
- Also Connor will finger you while kissing you because oh god have you seen his fingers mmmm fuck me up man
- okay okay so kinks
- Connor has a weed kink
- like he will cream his pants if he sees you smoking while completely naked
- I can’t think of any more
- I’m sorry
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Role Reversal (Connor x Reader Drabble)
Connor x Reader drabble under the cut (as its definitely nsfw) based on the drabble prompts 175, 191, and 194.
Because this is a drabble it was written pretty quickly and barely edited, sorry about that.
Warnings: NSFW, just 100% pure smut, thigh riding (yep that needs its own warning), rushed writing, no plot, sorry.
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You were sat in your boyfriend’s lap, your hands in his hair and his lips against your neck. His parents were out and you could feel his excitement through his jeans - you knew where this was heading.
“Do you want to try something different?” you ask, your eyes fluttering shut.
“Different how?” he says between hot, open-mouthed kisses which were trailing down to your collar bone.
“Do you wanna sub?” you ask biting your lip. You’ve been wanting to try being in control for a while but you’ve only just worked up the courage to ask. You and your boyfriend had an incredibly understanding relationship but you still couldn’t help thinking that Connor might find it a turn off, when, in fact, the very opposite was true.
His face lights up and his swollen lips form a perfect smile.
“Well, fine, just this once” he laughs, secretly finding the prospect of you taking control to be super hot.
You practically squeal as you jump off him, a very different attitude to what was soon to come. You move over to his door and lock it just in case.
“Where are you going?” Connor laughs, raking a hand through his hair as he sits up on the bed to watch you. You don’t answer his question, instead turning and smiling at him as you remove your shirt and jeans, leaving you in just your underwear. Connor smirks, reclining back on the bed so he’s resting against his headboard, but not before he’s taken his top off to reveal his gorgeous pale chest and the smattering of light hair that covered it. You nearly go weak at the sight but you remain dedicated to your dominant role despite how beautiful your boyfriend looks, all yours for the taking.
You take a deep breath before your next statement, knowing it will come as a shock to your boyfriend.
“You’re not allowed to touch me” you say, taking your bra off. Your lips are turned up in the smallest smile but you keep a serious look on your face.
“What the fuck?” Connor says, his hands stilling on his belt buckle as he looks up at you. Connor loved to touch you, all of you, all of the time. He forgot that being a sub involved taking your orders, and he was starting to doubt his restraint. He preferred to be the one in charge, the one who controlled the pace, and the one who had you begging for his touch, for his dick, for him.
“And you won’t question me” you say, practically strutting over to him, fully bare. You and Connor have done stuff like this before so you’ve got safe words planned just in case.
“Keep them on” you command, referring to his jeans. Connor puts his hands up in defence before he lies down on the bed. At the same time you crawl over to him giving him a show.
You give his bulge a few lazy squeezes before running your hands down his thighs, parting them as you do so. He watches you intently as you move to straddle his right thigh.
You lower yourself onto his clothed leg and his eyes go wide. Connor’s mentioned a few times how he finds the idea of you riding his thigh extremely sexy, and he has derived great pleasure in telling you how he’s gotten himself off on just the thought of it.
“You ok with this babe?” you ask, breaking your dominant demeanour.
“Oh fuck yes” he replies quickly. Forgetting your instructions, his hands go up to touch your breasts but you pin them down to the bed. Instead, once you know he won’t move, you place your own hands on his chest to steady yourself. His arms stay down by his sides even though you can tell he’s itching to touch you.
“Good boy” you praise, leaning down slowly to place a chaste kiss on his lips as a reward for his good behaviour. His eyes are closed, getting into the role, but at your kiss he smiles.
You start off slow finding the right pace and enjoying how the rough fabric rubs against your sensitive nub. You increase your movements and press yourself against his muscular thigh more forcefully until you’re panting. Despite the pleasure your experiencing you’d much rather be riding something else, something that fills you like nothing else, that leaves you panting and writhing and sore.
Then you see Connor looking up at you with a smirk. Even as a sub he’s annoyingly confident, knowing the effect he has on you.
You close your eyes instead and speed up your actions at the thought of your later activities.
But Connor still sees you, your breasts bouncing slightly and your mouth letting out the sweetest string of moans as you coat his thigh in your juices, and he just can’t help himself. His hands need to be on you. He needs to feel your hips, your breasts, your butt, your core. He needs to further your pleasure and push you over the edge. He needs to make you scream his name until your voice is hoarse. Seeing you like this, dominant and empowered, is making him crazy and he wants you to can take control and ride him. Hard.
But as his hands go to your hips trying to push them down, you quickly slap them off.
“Behave,” you warn, surprised that you can actually still talk through the panting.
You expect some form of protest but he just mumbles out an agreement. What you didn’t know is that your command went straight to his dick which was now straining uncomfortably in his pants, just waiting for you to wrap your lips around it. He can’t wait to feel you clenching around him and milking out his orgasm, and its taking every ounce of his self control to stop him from pinning you to the bed and taking you harder than ever before.
You’re moaning now, getting closer and closer to your finish, the knot in your stomach tightening, screaming for release, as you feel Connor buck his hips jolting you on his thigh.
“Let me touch you” he says, his voice forceful. You’re so close that you just nod your head quickly, whimpering, too overwhelmed to scold him for his behaviour.
Suddenly his hands are everywhere burning a trail of fire onto your skin as you’re pushed over the edge. You breathe his name out over and over as you come down from your high.
“Fuck - babe, fuck, that was so fucking hot” Connor breathes, kissing your neck as you fall on top of him. Your core is dripping and your inner thighs, as well as his thigh, are coated in your juices. This was Connor’s favourite sight - his beautiful girlfriend wet and opening and dripping for him, all for him, and he couldn’t wait to claim you as his over and over again.
“It was?” you question, your voice barely above a whisper. You open your eyes enough to see your beautiful boyfriend who is very obviously turned on.
“Yes, fuck, yes, we are definitely doing this again ... but babe I really need to come right now” he says and you suddenly become very aware of the hardness poking into your stomach. You want to reward him for staying in the role, knowing how he wanted to take control throughout, but you’re enjoying yourself a bit too much.
“Well, show me that you deserve to come and then maybe I’ll let you”
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Thank You for Her - Connor Murphy Drabble
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: mentions of death and a bit of insecurity
Summary: The day after the funeral, you and your boyfriend decide to visit her grave.
Word Count: 784
You took a deep breath as the car came to a slow stop. The day before, you put someone you loved in the ground, and it still haunted you. She was gone. Visiting her wasn’t talking on the phone or going to her house anymore. It was visiting her grave. The flowers in your grips bent against your fingers.
A hand covered your fists.
You lifted your head to meet Connor’s eyes.
Unlike you, Connor’s eyes weren’t filled with tears, but they were red from crying that morning. He hadn’t known her for long, but he knew her long enough to realize how special of a person he was
“This sucks,” you stated plainly.
Your boyfriend nodded. “I know.” He leaned over to kiss your head. He sighed against your hair. “We can go back, if you want.”
You shook your head. “We both know I have to do this.”
With that, Connor nodded. He got out of the car and held out a hand for you.
You smiled, took his hand, and stepped out of the car. From where Connor parked, you two didn’t have to walk far to get to her grave.
The grass was still lumpy, and there were still many flowers from before There was even a fresh bouquet. Someone else must’ve gotten there before you. You took a deep breath as tears began to burn against your vision You took a deep breath and set down the flowers. “Hi,” you whispered. “I’m back.” You stood back up and leaned against Connor.
Your boyfriend wrapped one arm around you and pulled you to his side. “Good to see you again,” he whispered. He blinked back his tears. “I hope you approve that I’m still dating her. She’s amazing, and I can’t help being near her.”
You laughed and kissed his cheek. “Don’t worry. He’s taking good care of me. You already saw yesterday when…” You held your breath as the memories dropped on you like a boulder. You remember closing the casket. You remember falling to wall and feeling so heavy and so empty at the same time, like some had carved and gutted you and filled you with tar. You remember crying as the casket was lowered into the ground. You remember seeing others break down and feeling their pain along with yours.
You held a hand up to your mouth and tried to stifle your sobs. You let Connor support you as he shed a few tear of his own. “I miss you,” you whimpered. You closed your eyes and tried to breathe through your congested nose. When that failed, you opened your mouth to inhale and say, “I miss you so much.” You smiled. “Thank you, though. For everything.”
Connor wrapped both arms around you in a feeble and useless attempt to prevent pain from touching you. It broke him to know that no matter how tightly he held you or how much he kissed your head, he couldn’t take away the pain.
He felt so fucking useless. How was he supposed to help you with something he couldn’t fix? Connor had doubted himself before, several times, but when she died, he knew he couldn’t protect you. He knew it the moment the emotion was sucked out of your eyes and the color drained from your cheeks.
Your boyfriend’s chest burned with the insecurities he carried. He loosened his grip on you and hoped that someone else you knew was on the way to the grave. Maybe that someone could help you more than he could.
When Connor’s presence faded, you gasped and pulled him closer. You needed him to hold and to cry with. So you just nuzzled your head into his chest and trusted that he wouldn’t mind the stains later.
Stains and the dam shirt were the last things Connor was thinking about when you pulled him back. He hugged you tighter and closed his eyes. “Thank you,” he mouthed in a moment of weakness and strength. “For her.” He kissed your head again and rubbed your back as he tried to help you bear the pain.
You just let the tears flow as memories kept on flashing. Her smile. Her voice. Her wit. You had to keep fighting. You knew that. For Connor For her. For yourself. You pressed your cheek against Connor’s chest and smiled at the grave. “I love you.” You sniffed. “I will make you proud.”
So, in silence, the two of you stood there, holding each other and whispering words into the wind, and even though it did indeed hurt, you two knew that with each other, the pain would be bearable. After all, it’s what she would’ve wanted.
Doing better because now I can write stuff like this without crying, so definitely better. Which is good. I hope to feel better and soon ok again. I visited her grave today, and I thought of this. Hopefully, its ok. and hopefully soon I’ll actually feel fine and start writing those requests!
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24, alana & jared?
24. “Should I call my lawyer?”
Alana tracks him down during lunch in a dusty corner of the library. It was, Jared will admit, a tactical error to hide out here knowing it’s her go-to study spot as well as Connor Project HQ, but his English paper won’t finish itself in the next ninety minutes, and the drama classroom at lunchtime isn’t conducive to doing one’s homework even when one isn’t on the outs with half the drama club, and they took his key to the control booth when he quit tech for the fall play. Really, he had no choice.
“Jared,” Alana says. She looks tired. Sounds like it, too. “You’ve read the emails between Evan and Connor, right?”
Has he ever. “Skimmed ‘em,” Jared says. “Three out of five stars. Great pathos, but too repetitive. ‘Dear Evan Hansen, my parents just don’t understand me.’ ‘Dear Connor Murphy, look at this tree and you’ll feel better.’ Why, is there gonna be a pop quiz?”
Alana frowns. He wonders if she’s offended by his irreverence about the emails and expects him to quote them like Torah verses. Then she pulls out a chair and sits down, slowly, and he thinks there’s a fire drill happening before realizing it’s the alarm bells going off in his head.
“Was there anything in them that didn’t make sense to you?”
Fuck. “Like what?” Jared says, then kicks himself for not just saying no, not really and ending the conversation.
“Like…” Alana digs out her phone. “The emails from June say that’s when Evan broke his arm. He and Connor talk about it a lot. But Evan still had a cast in September.”
“So?”
“Broken arms only take two months to heal on average.”
Damn Evan and his inability to stick to a story. Jared had insisted they nail down a timeline somewhere around the tenth email to avoid exactly this, but he’s had a million chances to go off-script, at the Murphys’ house or Connor Project meetings or fucking Instagram. “So he’s not average. Maybe it was a really gnarly break that took three months to heal because he fell from thirty feet up. Or maybe he has brittle bone disease.”
“Jared, this is serious.”
“Osteogenesis imperfecta is very serious. Jodi Picoult —”
“Evan didn’t have a cast in June,” Alana bursts out. “I remember. We were still in school.”
Shit, fuck, and goddamn it. “Did you even know he was alive then?”
“Of course I did. I saw him all the time. And you were with him a lot.” Oh, this is bad. This is DEFCON 5 bad. Or DEFCON 1, whichever is the worst one. “Don’t you remember?”
“Is this an interrogation? Should I call my lawyer?” He’s depleted his arsenal of deflections and distractions. Only one weapon remains: bald-faced lies. “I don’t remember when he got a cast. I didn’t write those emails. I don’t know why you’re asking me about any of this when he’s still walking around.”
“I just…” Alana, amazingly, deflates, rather than pushing back even harder. “I was thinking about all the people watching us. Putting their faith in us. Trusting us with their money. I wanted to know if anyone else was seeing what I was seeing. And I really don’t want to be wrong.”
He won’t feel bad about this. He will not. “Well —”
“But you’re right.” Alana gets up. “I should have asked Evan. I will, the next chance I get.”
“Did I say that?” Jared asks — rhetorically, it turns out; she’s already walking away, braids swishing.
He hasn’t seen Evan since homecoming, hasn’t said a word to him, hasn’t wanted to, and Evan hasn’t tried to break that silence. Should he break it to warn Evan that Alana’s finding the holes in their story — Evan’s story — and headed his way to pry it open?
Really, does Evan deserve it?
(prompts to write drabbles or longer stories)
#inbox#anonymous#dear evan hansen#jared kleinman#jared kalwani#alana beck#kleinbeck#and implicitly:#kleinsen#sometimes i write
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Not Expecting That (Connor Murphy x Reader) Pt. 3
Prompt: Part three of my PregnantReader!xConnor Murphy
WC: I didn’t keep track and I'm too lazy to do it now....
Warning: Cursing, Connor is out of character, lots of small time skips idk really anymore. not editied because I wrote this super quickly to get it out by this morning
A/N: Should I do a part 4?? I think I'm gonna
it’s was 12:03 on a Friday night when your water broke. You were laying in bed, sleeping peacefully, when you felt a gush of liquid soak your bed sheets and the pants you were wearing. Your eyes shot open as you pulled the cover back, glancing down at the wet spot.
“Fucking hell..” You mumbled out quietly as you glanced over at the time. A groan passed your lips as you slowly got out of bed, pushing yourself up. As you headed towards the door, the first real contraction you felt hit you. You stopped walking, grabbing onto the dresser by the door as you took a deep breath, wincing slightly.
After the pain subsided, you made your way down to Heidi’s room. You knocked a few times, and after a few seconds, the door opened. Heidi tilted her head at you, but you gave her a small smile.
“Either I peed myself, or my water broke,” You mumbled out quietly as her eyes went wide. She instantly turned around and started to gather her stuff.
“Go wake up Evan, have him take your stuff out to the car,” Heidi said and you nodded as you wobbled towards Evans room. You knocked a few times before just entering the room, knowing that Evan was a particularly deep sleeper. You walked over to his bed and shook his shoulders a few times, causing his to mumbled out something incoherent before jumping awake.
“Jesus, (Y/N),” Evan started, his hand placed over his heart. “You s-scared me half to death.” He said.
“I’m sorry,” You said, pausing your sentence as another contraction moved through your body. You gripped onto Evans beside table, taking in a deep breath in and letting it out shakily.
“I-I, uh, are you okay?” Evan asked and you took a few moments to reply as you nodded.
“My water broke. Can you take my bags out to the car please? I need to go sit down,” You said and you swore Evans eyes nearly popped out of his head as he jumped out of his bed and stumbled to get into your bedroom. You laughed quietly as you slowly made your way down the stairs and outside to the car. You got into the passenger seat, your hands placed gently on the lower half of your stomach.
“You could have yanno, waited until the morning?” You mumbled quietly, leaning your head back with your eyes closed. You felt the car shift as Heidi and Evan climbed into the car. You didn’t bother to open your eyes as you were taken to the hospital, keeping your hand on your thigh to squeeze it through the pain of a contraction.
It wasn’t until you got to the hospital that you realized that you had left your phone at home and had yet to tell Connor that your water had broken. As Heidi parked the car, you glanced back at Evan and gave him a sheepish smile.
“Can you uh, call Connor and go pick him up? I may have forgotten my phone at home.”
Evan nodded his head quickly as the two of you slowly got out of the car. Heidi walked over to you, handing the keys to her son before heading towards the door of the hospital with you. Once in the hospital, Heidi walked up the desk and informed the nurse of your current situation.
The lady behind the desk got up, grabbed a wheel chair that was kept near the desk and walked over to you. She popped the chair open for you and you slowly lowered yourself into it. Your hands were placed on your stomach as you were pushed back to the maternity ward.
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You had changed into a hospital gown with multiple thing attached to your stomach to monitor the baby and IV’s going in your arms to make sure you had the fluids you needed when Connor finally arrived. Your hospital door was opened quickly, and in the doorway stood a lanky, panting, sweaty Connor Murphy. He was dressed in a pair of dark grey sweatpants and had his black jacket on his arms. The shoes on his feet were not tied, and you were pretty sure that they were not matches. But, you couldn’t help the smile on your lips at the man.
“Holy fuck, are you okay?” Connor asked as he walked across the room. You nodded your head slightly as you glanced up at him.
“Yeah I’m go-” You started, but a contraction cut you off as you took a deep breath, gripping onto the bar of the hospital bed. Connors eyes widened in panic at you, moving to sit down in the chair beside of your bed. He sat there, staring at you until the contraction lessened and you let the shaky breath out.
“Yeah, I’m good,” You finished, “Contractions, not fun.” You laughed quietly. Connor shook his head slightly, chuckling under his breath. He pulled his shoulder length hair back, putting it up into a bun on top of his head to get the sweaty mess out of his face.
“Do you uh, know how much longer?” Connor asked quietly.
“The doctor said that I’m about 6cm, and you have to get up to 10 before anything can really start. So, I honestly don’t know how much longer this will be. Could be a few more minutes, could be a few hours.” You said, shrugging your shoulders slightly. Connor nodded his head slightly as he leaned his head down against the bed, sighing quietly.
You knew that he was nervous, so you decided not to push at him and make him hold a conversation with you right now. Instead, you leaned your head back against the pillows behind of you, closing your eyes.
//
A few hours had gone by, and your contractions were a lot closer together. You were currently laying on your side, your hand wrapped tightly around Connors. A few tears were rolling down you face as you squeezed Connors hand as tightly as you could.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck'" You mumbled quietly, an Connor continued to slowly rib small circles on your hand, ignoring the pain that was shooting through his hand from how hard you were squeezing it. “Oh my fucking god, I hate this,” You mumbled out.
Connor sighed quietly as he looked at you. With most people, Connor felt nothing but anger and hatred when he saw them. But, when he saw you, he felt what he could only manage up to being love. And seeing you in pain, was definitely not something that Connor Murphy enjoyed, especially when he couldn’t do anything to make you feel better. He just continued to rub small circles with his thumb inside of saying anything, so that he wouldn’t make you angry.
The doctor came in a few moments later, having you roll onto your back so that she could check you. You placed your legs in the stirrups and the doctor sat down on her stool, before looking back up at you.
“Well, (Y/N), it seems that baby murphy is finally ready to make an appearance. So, I’m going to go grab the nurses and all the things we’ll need, and we’ll get started,” She said as she exited the room. Evan and Heidi were sitting in the hallway ever since your contractions got really bad and Connor had asked them to sit out in the nicest way he could.
Connor pushed your hair off of your forehead, a small smile on his lip as he looked down at you. You glanced up at him and laughed quietly.
“Thank you for uh, being here.” You mumbled quietly and Connor tilted his head to the side.
“Why wouldn’t I be?”
“I uh, I don’t know. It’s just that we were barely even friends when this happened, and you never once gave a second thought to being here... I’m just glad is all.”
Connor nodded his head at you with a small smile on his face, “Of course, (Y/N). I know that there are all those rumors that I’m crazy, and some kind of freak. And they’re probably not that far off, but, I care about you. I care about her. I’m going to do whatever I can to show you both that.”
“You care about me?” You asked softly.
“Of course, I, uh, I lo-” He was cut off by the doctor reentering the room with a couple of nurses. You were still positioned in the stirrups so your doctor just continued to set everything up.
//
Your hand was wrapped tightly around Connors, squeezing it as tightly as you could, surprised you had yet to snap his hand. He didn’t complain though, he knew that you were hurting and he was more than happy to be in pain if it meant for a even a moment that you were able to relieve some of your pain.
Pushing had lasted about an hour before cries filled the hospital room. You laid back against the bed, tears trailing down your face as you glanced over at Connor, and then down at the baby that was placed on your chest.
She was still messy, screaming at the top of her lungs with a head full of dark hair. The doctor handed Connor a pair of scissors, helping to cut the chord where it needed to be cut. After that, they took you daughter, Arabella, to be cleaned off.
Connor leaned his head down on yours, kissing the side of your face gently as he did. “Goddammit, I love you.” Connor whispered quietly, and you looked up at him with tear stained cheeks and titled your head to the side.
“Really?” You whispered quietly, staring up at him. He nodded his head, a small smile on his face.
“Of course I do.” He said and you couldn’t help the fact that more tears were rolling down your face as you placed your hand on the side of his face.
“I love you too.” You whispered.
//
It was about an hour later when the nurses brought Arabella back to the room. You were asleep, curled up slightly in the bed and Connor was sitting beside of your bed. When the door opened and the nurse rolled in the small bed the baby was in, Connor smiled slightly. He wasn’t used to being this happy, or smiling this much in the slightest, but he figured it was the post polite thing he could do in this moment.
“Hello, Mr. Murphy,” The nurse said, smiling as she stopped rolling the bed in front of him, “Would you like to hold her?”
Connor glanced at the small bundle in the bed, a pink hat covering her dark hair and he slowly nodded. “Yeah uh, yeah I would.” Connor said and the nurse smiled as she showed Connor how to hold his arm, and cleaned off his hands before she lifted the baby up and placed it in his arms.
“Make sure you keep her head up and her neck still, okay?” The nurse said and Connor nodded his head, “I’ll be back in a little bit to get her, but for now, have fun bonding.”
The nurse smiled as she left the room, leaving Connor to sit with his little dark haired girl in his arms. He had her held close against his chest, the arm that he wasn’t cradling her with was placed near her face as he traced her chubby cheeks slowly with his finger.
He was amazed, to say the least, that he had made something so perfect. She had rosy cheeks that were fairly chubby, his nose and your eye shape. Her lips were incredibly tiny, but suited her little face perfectly. Connor couldn’t find a single thing that would have been slightly wrong with the little girl. His little girl.
Connor Murphy wasn’t someone who was good at love. But you had changed that when you two first became friends and then you gave him Arabella and he didn’t physically believe that he could love anything more than you two in that moment.
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pairing(s): various x male reader
warnings: cursing, character death, hints of smut
a/n: hmmmMMmmmmMMMm

"beautiful" — tommy jarvis (friday the 13th: the game)
[Name] adoringly looked at the man sleeping beside him. One of his hands lazily playing the sleeping man's hair as he softly smiled.
"God... you're so beautiful," [Name] softly muttered. There was a gleam of amusement in his [Eye color] eyes when he saw the supposed sleeping man beside him smile.
"Well... God made me beautiful," Tommy had said as he crack one eye open to see his lover's amused face. "Unlike you, he fucked up."
[Name] laughed at Tommy's words as he leaned close to the other man and placed a soft kiss on Tommy's forehead.
"Shut up, dork."
"together" — connor murphy (dear evan hansen)
Connor rolled his eyes, plucking the cigarette off from [Name]'s lips and instead put it on his, he took a puff. "Didn't think to find you here," he had said. [Name] shrugged.
"Had to get away," [Name] grunted as Connor plopped beside him on the table he was occupying outside 7/11.
There was silence between the two. After awhile, Connor laid his head on [Name]'s shoulder.
"You think we'll survive this shit?" Connor asked as [Name] let out a dry chuckle.
"No," [Name] had said as he laid his head on Connor's. "But who cares? We're together."
"cute" — kieran duffy (red dead redemption 2)
Kieran let out a surprised gasp when [Name] hauled him up by his legs. Kieran instinctively wrapped them around [Name]'s as his back was pressed on the solid wood of the tree.
"[N]... [Name]!" Kieran squeaked as he then immediately clamped one of his hands on his mouth to prevent any noises leaving them as [Name] entered inside him.
The said man merely chuckled at his actions and placed a soft kiss on his cheek as his lips were hidden by his hand.
"Sorry," [Name] half-heartedly apologized as he squeezed Kieran's thigh. "But you're too cute, mi amor."
"secret" — javier escuella (red dead redemption 2)
"Lo que digas gilipollas," Javier had said. [Name], who was near Javier couldn't help but snort as he rolled his eyes.
"Muy divertido, mi amigo," [Name] said, patting Javier on the back as Javier turned to look at him. Surprised Javier was until he remembered that [Name] knew Spanish, making Javier grin.
"Olvidé que hablas español," Javier had honestly said as [Name] shrugged. Not minding the annoyed glance from the man who came to them and insulted Javier.
"A veces yo también," [Name] chuckled. "De todos modos, ¿quieres insultar a este hijo de puta?" [Name] asked.
Javier grinned. "¡Por supuesto!"
"smells like you" — newt scamander (fantastic beasts and where to find them)
Newt smiled when he saw the potion on his cauldron was well. Newt could smell something nice. The potion was Amortentia which he brewed from curiosity.
The smell of musk, new parchment and the forest is what Newt had picked up. And something... something Newt can't quiet put place.
Eyebrows furrowed, Newt tried to remember what that smell was. He swore the scent was familiar.
The aroma was the woody smell of a broomstick handle. A thing he remembered a close friend of his carried with.
Newt's face flushed as he realized who it was. It smells like [Name].

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