“You are cordially invited to go fuck yourself.” Prompt with either Bellamy or Murphy (A/N: With Bellamy)
Word Count: 1,336
something about that boy, something about the way he walked and acted that made
you want to scream. He was so confident and thought so highly of himself. He
was so…so…smug. Usually, you could
ignore it and move about your everyday business without too much annoyance, but
today…today was different. You had gone to bed in a bad mood, woken up in an
even worse one, and now here you were- doing a job you didn’t really care for with
people you didn’t really care for.
the thing though. You really did care about all these people, but just felt so
out of place. The minute you all got to earth was the minute you tried to do
everything you could to get away from the 100 and explore. You joined the
hunting group, which was a fun job until you almost died from a poisoned arrow.
After the accident, Bellamy wouldn’t let you go hunt anymore, so you did what
you could around the perimeter of the fence. Bellamy had always tried to make
you feel like you belonged, and you did when it was just you, him, and Octavia
in a tiny bedroom built for two. The earth changed all of it for you and that
wasn’t such a big deal, it was just what it was.
wasn’t just “what it was”. It was your birthday- a day you never really cared
for but Bellamy loved to celebrate for some weird reason. He always threw you
birthday parties and snuck you presents he had stolen. One time on the Ark when
rations were dangerously low, Bellamy had stolen enough ingredients from the
kitchen to make a single cupcake and a makeshift candle. You had never felt so
much love radiate off a person and have never felt that much love for someone
It has been
weeks since you have had a decent conversation with Bellamy. You were sure he
had forgotten your birthday. He barely glanced in your direction at breakfast
and didn’t bother walking with you to your posts outside the gates, which was
something he used to do. That was a trait you missed very much. God, that boy-
with his perfect hair and perfect smile and freckles and perfect everything.
Bellamy didn’t seem to want anything to do with you today, your best friends
John and Clarke were throwing you a party. It was going to be a small gathering
with some decent food, some music, and some of Monty’s famous moonshine. It was
supposed to be a surprise but you found John and Monty whispering about
details, and being the noisy person you are, you wouldn’t stop asking until
they answered you.
had passed and you were getting more excited as the party neared. Nothing
exciting was going on outside the gates today, so you were leaning against the
fence playing tic-tac-toe in the dirt with Harper. You threw your stick down as
you won for the third time in a row when Bellamy walked up to you and Harper.
you can go on break if you want.” He said in his deep, raspy voice. She nodded
and walked back into the camp, probably to get some food. He placed himself in
Harper’s spot against the fence.
you doing here? You don’t usually give breaks.” You asked, hoping it didn’t
come out as pissed as you felt.
to talk to you.” He replied as he stared at the side eye you were giving him.
You gestured vaguely in the air as to say ‘and?’
your birthday,” he paused, “So happy birthday.”
“Wow so you
do remember. I thought you either forgot that was today or just forgot me in
general.” You sarcastically snapped.
not fair. You know how busy I’ve been-”
“That didn’t stop you on the Ark, Bellamy. You had a lot of responsibilities up
continued, “You didn’t even invite me to your party tonight.”
crouched on the ground, digging your stick into the ground where you and Harper
had been playing. However, now you were standing, facing your beautiful best
friend (ex-best friend?).
know whether you wanted to kiss him or yell at him. You went with the latter. “Oh
that’s because you’ve been cordially invited to go fuck yourself.”
You stomped away, leaving your
post. He was so irritating and selfish to think you would ask him to join you
on the only day you ever felt special. He’s done nothing but make you feel like
shit the whole time you’ve been on Earth, and here he was making today about
him. You headed to the engineering tent to hang out with Raven, and didn’t
leave until it was time to get ready for your party.
The party consisted of Clarke, Monty, Jasper, Raven, Harper,
Miller, Octavia, Murphy, and you. Kane and Abby joined for the dinner portion
and then left so the partying could begin. You were on your third cup of
moonshine and fruit juice mix when he showed up. You were facing the fire,
laughing with Murphy about some sarcastic comment he made. You were dangerously
close to kissing him too, as Monty’s moonshine brought out the side of you that
made you want to make out with everyone.
Bellamy tapped your arm and you
turned to face him. “I’m not leaving here Bellamy Blake. I am having fun and
you are not going to take that away from me.” You grabbed Murphy’s arm and
draped it over your shoulder for dramatic effect.
He laughed, “I’m not here to take
away your fun. I just wanna talk.”
You took a swig of your drink and
sighed, “Ugh, fine. Help me up.”
Bellamy took your hand and pulled
you to a standing position. He put his arm around your waist and lead you to a
bench just far enough that the others couldn’t hear your conversation. You
downed your drink and turned to him.
“Wh-what do you want Bellamy?” You
asked as you tilted your head back to lean against the tree behind you. You had
definitely drunk more than you should have, but damn did you feel like you
“I’m sorry about earlier. You’re
right, I’ve been neglecting you. You’re my best friend and I failed you.” He
said with such sincerity that you wished you hadn’t had all those drinks so you
could have an actual conversation with him.
But drunk Y/n came out instead,
struggling to speak coherently. “You are very right my friend but you know
what, it’s okay because you’re cute. I’m mad at you because you’re cute and my friend
and I love you. I wish we were back on the Ark sometimes. I mean, despite a
sister that you couldn’t tell anyone about, life was so much easier up there.”
“I agree.” He said with a smile.
“I know things have been hard on
you but you know what? You handle all of this…shit better than anyone else, so I forgive you for forgetting me
for that reason alone.”
He laughed happily. “I just hope
Sober Y/n feels the same way. How about we get you to bed?”
“If you want.”
“As long as you’re the big spoon I
don’t care where we go.”
He wrapped his arm around your
waist again and coaxed you to his tent. He handed you one of his clean shirts
to put on instead of your alcohol stained one. You took the shirt off without
care or warning, put the clean one on, kicked off your shoes, and climbed into
Bellamy’s ultra soft and comfy bed. He climbed in next to you and placed a kiss
on your cheek. He curled his arm around your stomach and cuddled up next to you
as you instantly fell asleep in his arms, knowing you were going to regret all
of this tomorrow morning.
(A/N: I had a lot of fun writing this one! I hope you enjoy!)
Little havoc had ran itself around your area, but thankfully no one was really hurt. People had a few scratches, bruises and aches but nothing serious. Murphy exhaled heavily as he walked over to you as you stood next to Clarke. “How does it look?” he asked, pointing to the bruising on the side of his face. “Couldn’t make you look any worse than you already do” you teased, arching an eyebrow at him challengingly. “Well I was modelling my look after you” he smirked. “Ouch” you chuckled, placing your hand on your chest.