Fuck The Rules
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Murphamy
Summary: Bellamy and Murphy are in a band and there’s really only one rule, no dating other bandmates, but neither one of them has ever been any good at following rules.
Rating: Teen
Word Count: 1849
For @whosgonnatakeusalive So, this may have gotten a little bit away from me and is now at that awkward point between drabble and actual fic. Hope you like it, bro. <3
Murphy sat forward on the couch, dipping the brush into the nail polish and pulling it out, letting the rim catch the excess and pull it back down. He held out his hand, three nails already coated in the dark paint, two left to go on this hand. He drug the brush over one of them as the TV droned on in front of him, informing him of some story he didn’t necessarily care about as he mocked the reporter, sarcastically mimicking him as he spoke, “'And now back to the newsroom with Barbara.’ Fuck Barbara.”
He finished the last nail and dipped the brush back in the paint, switching hands and trying to drag the brush across his thumb nail, but he completely fucked up and managed to paint half of his thumb black. “Fuck.”
He grabbed for the rag soaked in nail polish remover and used it to clean the smudge off of his thumb before trying again and failing just as spectacularly. “Motherfucker!” He snarled, slamming the brush back into the bottle and wiping furiously at his hand, cleaning off the paint and glaring at the offending bottle like it was to blame.
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