This was written as a gift to a friend on archive of our own, but I wanted to post it here too.
I have no idea where I'm going with this, it popped into my head, so here it is. It's only three chapters long, I tried to keep it short and sweet.
It's Murphy/OC, I feel weird about it just being Murphy, it's so foreign to me now loool.
The name of this fic was once again inspired by a song; St Patrick - Pvris.
I know it's chemicals that make me cling to you
And I need a miracle to get away from you
I know it's chemicals
and I need a miracle
And I'm not spiritual
But please stay
'Cause I think you're a saint and I think you're an angel
Katie pushed through the people warily as she made her way to the T. She had just finished work at the hospital, she was a porter, and now she needed to get home. The issue was the fact a creepy guy had been following her since she left work and it was making her worry. She'd never really been in this situation before, she didn't consider herself stalker-worthy. She was a bit of a plain jane; shoulder length blonde hair that was almost always in a ponytail and her clothes were just standard jeans and a shirt. She would wear scrubs at work but she would change when she was there, and currently she was wearing beat up black converse with her jeans and a black shirt. She had no idea why this guy had decided to follow her instead of anyone else, but it didn't make her worry any less. She hoped he wouldn't get on the train and end up following her home.
She had just moved, the 23-year-old wanted to spread her wings and it lead her to South Boston, where her cousin Jenny lived. She had found a new apartment, if it could be called that, but it was dirt cheap and was better than nothing. As she got to the terminal, her train wasn't there yet and when she glanced back, the man was still trailing behind her, making the hairs on her neck prickle up. She glanced around, trying to find someone to ask for help but there weren't many people around. Her eyes settled on a young guy who didn't look much older than her. He had messy brown hair and one thing she noticed instantly was the tattoo on his neck of the Virgin Mary and what appeared to be rosary beads poking out the top of his long sleeve black shirt.
She hoped his tattoo meant he was devout and maybe he would help her, Christian charity and all of that, it beat standing around on her own with the weird guy following her. She took a deep breath and went over, sitting next to him and angling her body towards him like she knew him. It caught the guys attention and he turned to look at her curiously, quirking a brow.
"Hi, I know you don't know me, but there's a creepy dude that's been following me from the hospital, so if you could just pretend we know each other that would be great." She was smiling, just for show, but her eyes were pleading and the man seemed to pick up on this, realisation crossing his face. His eyes darted over her shoulder before they settled on her with a warm smile, like they were friends greeting each other.
"The creepy bald fuck wit' the paedo tache?" He asked with a wry smile, making her snort a little.
"Yep, that's the one." She grinned, glad the stranger was helping her.
He nodded and she was a little surprised when he wrapped an arm around her shoulder, but she relaxed and sat with him.
"Thank you." She smiled softly, making him beam a grin at her.
"Ain't a problem love." He smiled back, making her blush ever so slightly at his Irish brogue. It was quite attractive, like the man himself. She tried to relax as she sat with him, waiting for her train, but when she glanced over, the man was still watching them both and it made her nervous. She shifted a little and the Irish man looked over, seeing what she was seeing.
"Don't freak out." He muttered as he looked at her, making her look at him questionably, but she didn't have time to ask what he was on about before he cupped her cheek and kissed her softly. It wasn't anything crazy, but it was still a kiss and she tensed a little. She caught on to what he was doing and she kissed him back, hoping it would be enough to make the creepy fucker go away and not follow her home.
When he moved away she was breathless and her cheeks were crimson, she hadn't really expected a handsome Irish stranger to kiss her today, but she couldn't complain. She almost felt like she should thank the creepy guy.
"Aye, he's gone." The man smirked as he watched the creeper walk away. Katie looked over, relief flooding her body as she saw the man skulk off. The Irish man's arm left her then and she gave him a grateful smile.
"Thank you, I really mean it. I was scared he would follow me back to my place." She said sincerely, making him smile at her again.
"Like I said, it ain't a problem, glad I could help." He replied breezily, like kissing a stranger was no big deal. Before she could reply again, the train pulled up. She stood up and noticed the stranger get up to, seemingly getting on the same train as her. She followed behind him as he got on and when he sat down, she wondered if she should sit next to him. She didn't want to seem like she was following him or being weird. He had helped her and he seemed nice, but she didn't want to be annoying him. He looked over at her though and gestured with his head for her to go over, so she did.
She sat next to him and the journey home was full of small talk. She learned his name was Murphy, he had a twin brother called Connor and he worked at a meat packing plant.
"It was really nice meeting you, but my stop is next. Thanks again Murphy." Katie said softly as she stood up, her hand clasping the strap of her bag.
"It's my stop too. I'll walk ye home if ye want, just to be safe." He suggested with a warm smile as he stood up too.
"You don't have to do that, you've already done enough." She protested weakly. She wasn't averse to the idea of him walking her home, she still felt a little shook up at being followed and she didn't feel very safe.
"I want te, so hush." He grinned, walking past her as the train stopped. She once again followed him and she started leading them back to her place. They made some more small talk again as they walked but when they were just outside of her building, he stopped and looked at her looking somewhat amused.
"What?" She asked with a quirked brow.
"Ye live here?" He asked, still looking amused and she blushed. It wasn't the best, it was illegal loft housing after all but it was a roof over her head and was dirt cheap. She felt embarrassed like he was calling her out.
As if sensing her embarrassment, he shook his head with a light laugh.
"Nay lass, it's not that. This is where I live. Yer the new neighbor on the second floor?" He smirked, making her eyes widen in surprise. What were the fucking chances that the guy she went to for help lived in the same building as she did?
"Yeah, that's fucking weird." She snorted, making him bark out a laugh. He seemed even happier now, somehow lighter as his eyes lit up.
"C'mon, Ye've gotta meet Connor." He left no room for discussion as he took her hand and practically dragged her inside. He only let go once they were in the elevator.
"I can't believe you live here." Katie huffed a laugh as the elevator ascended. Murphy flashed her a sly grin, seemingly pleased with the news. He lead her to their apartment and for some reason he stood behind her as he told her to go in first. She opened the door and was greeted with an eye full of someone's ass in the shower.
She squeaked, turning around as she blushed furiously and Murphy burst out laughing, she wondered if Murphy had planned this since he was adamant she went in first.
"Fuckin' Christ Murph!" The man yelled, making her blush even more. She was just glad he had his back to her or she would of got an eyeful of something else. She heard the water turn off and Murphy smirked at her, gripping her shoulders and spinning her around. This time when she came face to face with the man, he had a towel slung around him.
"This is Katie." Murphy grinned, stood behind her with his hands still firmly on her shoulders. Connor quirked a brow at her curiously before looking back to his brother.
"Pickin' up strays again brother? Could have at least warned me." He huffed a little. Katie squinted slightly at him, not liking being referred to as a stray or his attitude. Murphy had told her all about Connor and this didn't seem like the good guy Murphy had been banging on about to her. It also unsettled her that it seemed it wasn't abnormal for Murphy to just bring strange girls back. She wasn't sure why she felt a pang of envy and she tried to ignore it.
"She's not a stray, ye fuck. She's our new neighbour." Murphy glared, giving his brother a pointed look over his shoulder.
Connors' eyes widened as he looked at her again and he actually looked contrite this time.
"Fuckin' hell lass, I'm sorry. Murph's a bit o' a slut, can't blame me for presumin'." He snorted, making Murphy grumble behind her as he finally released her shoulders and went to the fridge. Katie was left with the lighter haired brother and she was glad he wasn't being rude anymore.
"It's okay I guess." She smiled awkwardly, feeling out of place and weird.
"I'm Connor, it's a pleasure te meet ye." He smiled charmingly at her, taking her hand. She thought he would shake it, so she was a little taken aback when he kissed it instead and she blushed just a little.
"Hey, hands off. I've already claimed her." Murphy piped up with a grin as he sat on the couch, making Katie's cheeks flush even more as she glanced to him. He did what now? Connor raised a brow and smirked at his brother.
"Did ye now? And how exactly did ye do that?" He asked looking thoroughly amused.
"I've already kissed her." Murphy smiled smugly, again making Katie blush. Maybe she would just stay red forever if she kept blushing this much.
"Fuckin' hell Murph. Can't ye go a day without harassin' some poor girl." Connor laughed as went over to a pile of clothes. She turned around the second the towel dropped and she got a second eye full of his ass and Murphy snorted at her, he seemed to enjoy her discomfort, the little asshole. He held his hand out and she went over, sitting on the couch with him. He casually slung an arm around her shoulder and she wasn't really sure what the fuck was going on with him. He had kissed her, yes, but he had done so to make a creepy dude go away. But now he was saying shit like he had claimed her and she didn't really know what to think about the whole thing. She figured she'd just go along with it and see what happened.
"Some fucker followed her from work te the T." Murphy stated seriously. Connor was dressed now and moved to sit at the table looking at them. He shared a dark look with his brother and nodded, scratching the scruff on his chin thoughtfully.
"Hmm, aye. We'll need te keep an eye on that then." He murmured, making Murphy make a noise in agreement. Katie wasn't really sure what that meant but she felt good they were looking out for her. Living here with them, she felt a little safer now and it made her feel better to actually know people here in the building if she ever needed help.
"Alright then, McGinty's?" Connor asked Murphy with a grin.
"What's that?" Katie asked curiously, glancing to Murphy who still had his arm around her.
"Irish pub love, ye comin'?" He asked with a smile. He was beautiful, she couldn't deny that, especially when he smiled at her like that.
"Why not?" She replied with a smile of her own. This was a new start for her after all, maybe it was time she let her hair down and just went with the flow and lived a little.