Despite the situation being anything but humorous, you found yourself chuckling—albeit bitterly—at his exclamation. “Holy fuck, indeed.”
Your apartment was the epitome of a mess. Due to the incessant amount of rain that had been falling to the earth over the last few days, your already flimsy, leaking roof had completely caved in. The debris, as well as the water, had completely ruined most of your bigger belongings. You just thanked god for the fact that your more precious items—namely your photos and other smaller things that held a lot of value to you—had managed to escape the cruel aftermath of the destruction.
You had called Murphy in distress when you had come home to find it destroyed. Your boyfriend, who lived a thirty minute drive away, had managed to make it to you in half of that time. Admittedly, before you even showed him the dire state of your apartment, you had sobbed into his chest, seeking comfort in the arms of the man you loved so dearly.
And when you finally showed him your apartment, his reaction perfectly summed up how you felt.
“Alright,” Murphy began, forcing the shock to leave his body, “let’s get started then, yeah? Where do you want me?”
You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. “What do you mean?”
“Well, ya can’t live here when the place is like this, las,” he replied, turning to look at you, his gaze soft and sincere. He gently gripped your shoulders in his hands. “We salvage what we can, and we put ‘em in boxes, and then we put ‘em in my car, and then we drive back to my place and get you settled in.”
Your heart swelled at that. “You sure? I don’t wanna be a burden for you and Connor.”
Murphy scoffed and shook his head. “You could never be a burden, Angel. Not for Connor, and especially not for me. Besides, it would be good to get you there. You’ve been wantin’ to put a ‘woman’s touch’ on our apartment for a while now. Think of this as the perfect opportunity to do so.”
That made you smile. You wrapped your arms around him and hugged him tightly, sighing in content when Murphy instantly reciprocated the embrace. “Thank you, Murph.”
“Of course, Angel,” he murmured, resting his chin on top of your head. “I love you, las.”
You looked over your shoulder at the sound of Murphy’s voice, chuckling when you saw the bewildered look on his face. “Yes?”
“Why do some ladies need so much… y’know, stuff?” Murphy inquired, motioning around to all the different makeup products in the aisle. “I mean, I get why, but… why?”
You laughed lightly at his question, shaking your head slightly. “I don’t know. It makes some of us feel prettier, I guess. I can’t exactly speak for all women on this. It’s not fair to paint all women with the same brush.”
“Well, I think that’s unnecessary, at the very least for ya, las,” Murphy replied, placing the tube of lipstick he had been inspecting back on the shelf, before taking a few steps closer to you. “You’re already bloody beautiful without makeup. I should know. I’ve seen you when you’re fresh out of the shower, unless you apply it while you’re in there.”
You ducked your head shyly at his words, a soft giggle escaping your chest. “No, I don’t.”
Murphy placed his hands on your hips, pulling you closer to him. “Then my point stands. You don’t need makeup to look beautiful. But,” he began, his cerulean eyes staring down at you with a softness you would always associate him with, “if it makes ya feel better, then do it. I’m not gonna force ya to do otherwise. Just know that, makeup or not, you’re fucking drop dead gorgeous.”
You smiled bashfully at his words, but nodded regardless. “I love you, Murph.”
The sound of raindrops fell down against the glass of your bedroom window. The wind howled loudly, and you could vaguely hear the branches of a tree scrape against the roof of your home. You could see lightning strikes occur every thirty seconds, just like clockwork.
You sighed in content as you nuzzled into Murphy’s chest, the material of his black t-shirt doing little to contain the warmth his body emitted. You could hear the steady thumping of his heart beneath your ear, and a shiver rolled over your spine as his fingers traced idle patterns onto your back. The movie playing on the TV only served as background noise, the scene of the highschool students sneaking out of detention only vaguely registering in your mind.
Murphy pressed a tender kiss to the top of your head, a hum of satisfaction leaving him when you began tracing the tattoo on his arm. All in all, the night was uneventful, the day’s worries and troubles momentarily forgotten in favour of savouring the pure bliss of this sweet point in time.
“Y’know, I’m actually kinda surprised,” Murphy said in a low voice, as if muttering anything above a whisper would ruin the serene moment.
“Hmm? Why’s that?” you inquired, lifting your head to gaze into his ocean eyes.
Murphy momentarily lifted his hand to motion to the light above. “The power,” he began. “It hasn’t gone off yet.”
“Well, don’t jinx—” Almost instantly, the lights flickered, and then turned off, as well as the television. “—it. Now look what you did.”
Murphy chuckled. “Sorry.”
You groaned and playfully hit his chest. “Guess that’s Murphy’s Law.”
He chuckled again, and shook his head. “You’re gonna gonna hold that stupid ass law and its name over my head forever, aren’t ya?”
You laughed and shrugged, before laying your head back down on his chest. “Oh yeah. Definitely.”
Idk if that would work for you (if not that's perfectly fine btw!) but maybe murphy and artemis as gomez and morticia addams ?
have a great week ! ♡
i love this idea❤️
Murphy and Artemis (plus their baby🥺) as the Addams family for @rc-appreciationweeks (before midnight)
i haven't decided on the baby's name rn but the sprite credits goes to malbgt on telegram! I just tweaked it to make it look like their kid (she has heterochromia btw). and Artemis drew a mustache(?) on Murphy with a sharpie because he kept sneezing the fake mustache off!!
