murphy oneshot


Request(s): I think the request are open(sorry if there not), but what about from your first promplist nr 5, nr6 or nr 60 with Murphy? 🙏

Pairing: Murphy/Girlfriend!Y/n

Word Count: 1,200 (it was supposed to be shorter, oops)

Originally posted by richard-harmon-gifs



“How long do you think we’ll last without those supplies? We’re looking at a twenty mile trek, okay? So if we want to get there before dark we need to leave. Now” Clarke was trying to get people to move. The ark had dropped them on the wrong mountain, and without the supplies they would die quickly.

“I have a better idea” Bellamy spoke up, “You go and find it for us. Let the privileged do the hard work for a change.”

Delinquents shouted a ton of “yeah”’s in the air.

“You’re not listening. We all need to go” Wells spoke up, gesturing with his hands to try and get some motivation.

You stood near Bellamy and Octavia. You had ventured off not soon after landing, looking around the earth around you. You got back quick enough however, to see your boyfriend pick a fight with someone.

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Fandom: The 100

Character: John Murphy, reader

Rating: T

Warnings: none

Summary: Don’t touch Murphy’s neck.

“Zip up your jacket,” barks Clarke. “You’ll catch a cold, Murphy.”

He rolls his eyes, tossing her a vaguely annoyed glance as you try to figure out if you should laugh or make him listen to Clarke.  

“Let me think about it.”  Murphy pauses, rubbing thoughtfully at his chin.  “No.”

“Zip it up, John,” growls Clarke.  She’s been up to her neck in teenagers with the flu, and Clarke sure as hell doesn’t want to take care of Murphy.  You don’t blame her: Murphy in a bad mood isn’t fun.

He unzips his jacket completely and walks past her into the forest, smirking at Clarke as he passes her.  Bellamy immediately storms after him, shoving him around and grabbing the zipper of his jacket.   

“You listen to her when she talks to you,” he snarls, fighting to pull the zipper up when Murphy locks his hands around Bellamy’s wrists and begins to twist.  

Clarke immediately steps forward, mouth open, but you’re faster.  Wrapping your hands around Murphy’s forearms, you attempt to pry him off of Bellamy, the two guys’ eyes never leaving the other’s.  

“Jesus Christ, can you two grow up for like, two seconds?” you bark.  Neither of them move, so you must resort to desperate measures.  

Turning to Murphy, who continues to smirk at Bellamy, you take a deep breath and knee him in the family jewels, then whirl around and punt Bellamy’s crotch.  The two immediately let go of each other and bend over in pain, Bellamy collapsing into a kneeling position while Murphy falls on all fours.  Clarke snorts from behind you, looking anywhere but at the two fallen soldiers in an attempt to stem her laughter.  

“This is why we play nice and listen to the people in charge,” you retort, slightly pissed that they’d ignored you just a few seconds ago.  Turning to Clarke, you can’t help but grin.  “Ready to pick some plants?”  She nods, cheeks dimpling ever so slightly. 

“Whatever you say.”

Murphy was quiet.  

He was quieter than he normally was, not a single snarky remark falling from two tightly-pressed lips.  Everyone else had gone to bed, making the silence even louder.  You shifted against his side, looking away from the fire up at his face.  

“If you’re pissed that I destroyed your dick, I’m sorry.”  The corner of his lip twitched, but he didn’t move his gaze form the bonfire.  

“Kinkier than I thought you were.”

“Oh, you don’t even know.”

“Out of the two of us, I know you better than you know you,” he responds, sounding somewhat tired.

“Bull.”  Time to bring out his sass.  You’ve just set yourself up for a snark-filled ass kicking, but he ignores your bait.  

“God bless you,” he responds blandly.

“Murphy?”  He glances down at you, eyes half-closed like he’s about to fall asleep on you.  “I know why you didn’t want to zip up your jacket.”

“Yeah, because Clarke’s a control freak who needs to learn personal space.”

“Funny.  No, it’s because it feels like you’re being hanged again.  Not bull.”

He’s quiet again, but his eyes are wide open now and blankly stare at the flames.  The two of you sit in silence for a few minutes before you gently kiss the base of his neck, ignoring him as he jerks away from your touch, and make your way into your tent.  

Lying down, you close your eyes and roll onto your side.  Murphy’s always been a loner, and never really was one to share his feelings.  You’d kind of started a friends with benefits thing with him, but it had fizzled out into being friends again, which meant less talking between the two of you.  

Yawning, you jumped as you felt someone lie down next to you.  Turning around, you locked gazes with Murphy, who was wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you into his chest, mumbling something unintelligible.  

“Oh, what was that?” you asked innocently.  He glanced unamusedly at you.

“You’re more intelligent that you look.”

“Gee, thanks,” you snarked, rolling your eyes as you tucked your head into the crook of his neck.  Ignoring his sudden stiffening, you gently kissed the hollow of his throat, fingers tracing his collarbone.  

After a few minutes, his breathing slowed, so you curled your arm around his waist and pressed your face into the base of his neck,

“G’night, Murphy.”  His lips brushed over the top of your head as your eyes began to droop.

“Y/N?”  You open your eyes.  This was it.  This was the shining moment in which he’d confess a deep secret to you as the result of your kindness and empathy you’d continually expressed towards him.  Murphy would blossom into a beautiful flower, you could just see it as his eyes widened-

“I’ll eat you out if you want.”


The Truth Is For Wimps

Pairing: John Murphy X Reader
Requested: Yes (on wattpad)
Warnings: cursing, and sexual themes
A/N: Two in one day!! I have a lot of requests right now which is AMAZING but that means if you’ve requested something recently it might take awhile for me to write it. My inbox is still open though so don’t be shy!
Word Count: 1247


“No! I’m not making out with Octavia!” Harper’s voice rang through the drop ship.

“Why not?” Jasper whined, “You chose dare now you have to follow through with it,” he pointed an accusing finger at her.

“It’s either that or you forfeit and have to chug an entire bottle of moonshine,” you told her.

“Y/N that’s not helping,” Harper’s reply was followed by a glare in your direction, you gave her a ‘what can ya do’ shrug. It was late at night, and everyone had gotten bored of the usual sitting around the campfire so you all decided to spice things up with a game of truth or dare. Mixing in a fresh batch of Monty’s moonshine and things were bound to get interesting.

“C’mon it’s just a kiss,” Octavia said before leaning over and pressing her lips to Harper’s. All of the boys had their eyes locked on the scene in front of them, while the girls (and Bellamy) just shook their heads disapprovingly. Your entire friend group was sat in a circle inside the drop ship: Monty, Jasper, Miller, Bellamy, Monroe, Harper, Octavia, Clarke, and someone had even convinced Murphy to join in. Everyone was having a blast, laughing, getting drunk, and coming up with weird questions or stupid a dares for the others to do.

“Okay, Y/N, truth or dare,” Harper asked as soon as Octavia pulled away trying to divert attention away from her blushing face.

“Truth,” you tell her before taking a drink.

“Ugh, lame!” Everyone choruses at your answer.

“Hey! I don’t want a repeat of last time we played. I had to lick Jasper’s goggles. He never cleans those things! I have no idea where they’ve been!” You tell tell them motioning to Jasper who just shrugs and rolls his eyes. Harper looks around the room waiting for an idea to strike her.

“Oh, I know!” She exclaims. “Y/N, out of every guy in this room, which one would you have sex with?” A smile graces her lips, she’s proud of her question.

“Hmmm, if I have to pick, I’d say… Murphy,” youtell them. Everyone gives you shocked looks and Murphy scoots closer to you.

“Wel Doll, ya know all you have to do is ask,” Murphy tells you while wrapping an arm around your shoulders and giving you a wink. You roll your eyes and push his arm off of you.

“So, Jasper tru-” you get cut off before you can even finish your sentence.

“Wait, wait, wait! I want to know why you’d fuck Murphy out of all of us,” Monty interrupts you.

“Yeah, I got to admit I’m curious too,” Bellamy tells you taking a swig of his drink.

“Fine! I’ll explain myself,” you say while sitting up instead of resting against the wall. “Well, I didn’t choose Monty because we’re so close he’s basically my brother, and I don’t want to fuck my brother. It’s not Jasper because he’s not my type,” you look at him to see his face is pulled into a pout, “Sorry Hun I’m not into stoners. Bellamy, you’re really hot, don’t get me wrong, but you’re overconfident and I don’t find that sexy. Miller– well Miller’s gay!” You end your spiel by throwing your hands into the air.

“Wait a minute, so I’m just your last option?” Murphy asks you, his voice holds a playful tone which is brought out by the alcohol coursing through him. You’re all plastered by this point in the night.

“Don’t look so upset, at least you’re getting laid at all!” Cries Jasper bringing everyone’s attention to him.

“Jasper, I’m not actually going to have sex with Murphy,” you explain to the drunken boy.

“Oh,” he says looking down at his lap sadly.

“Don’t sound so sure of yourself Doll, I can be very persuasive,” Murphy whispers in your ear while placing his hand on your thigh. All you do is roll your eyes, making no move to remove his hand.

“Can we get back to the game now?” You ask everyone, your question is followed by a chorus of yeses. “Clarke, truth or dare?” Clarke downs the rest of her drink before looking up at you.

“Dare,” she says with a determined glint in her eye.

“Well, let’s see, what can I make the princess do?” You tap your chin in thought– it doesn’t take long for an idea to pop into your head. “I dare you to take Monroe’s bra off.” Clarke takes a deep breath before crawling over to Monroe and unclasping her bra and then pulling the straps down her shoulders, eventually taking it out from under her shirt. She holds the bra up in the air as if it’s a trophy and then returns to her seat next to Bellamy.

“Murphy, truth or dare?” Clarke asks him. She has a suspicious glint in her eye and you know she’s planning something.

“Dare, I’m not a wimp,” Murphy squeezes your leg when he says that.

“I dare you to give Y/N a lap dance.”

So that’s the devious deed she had in mind. You look over at Murphy expectantly, waiting to see if he’d actually do it or not. Surprisingly he stands up and offers you his hand. You raise an eyebrow at him as you let him pull you up and over to a chair. It’s obvious Murphy is totally wasted, there’s no way he would ever do this sober. A laugh escapes your lips once he starts to do a strip tease– slowly taking off his jacket and lifting his shirt up so you can see his stomach. As he moves closer to you he’s doing body rolls and thrusting his hips while pointing at you. The next thing you know he’s on your lap, grinding down on you and all you can do is throw your head back in a loud laugh. Once Murphy has deemed the dance over you both head back over to the group who is laughing their asses off at what they just witnessed.

“Hey, don’t laugh I know you all secretly wish that was you,” Murphy slurs at them.

“Okay well I think Murphy’s had enough fun for tonight. C’mon let’s get you back to your tent,” you support Murphy as you try to walk him back to his tent which is luckily close by. When you finally get him in he’s already half asleep. Sighing you take off his shoes and socks, then tuck him into bed.

“Wait,” you hear Murphy faintly say as you get up to leave, “stay?” He asks you.

You look over your shoulder at him, he seems so vulnerable, so unlike the Murphy that everyone thinks he is. The rude, sarcastic Murphy can’t be found when you look at him now, he’s been replaced by someone who just needs a friend. Someone who just wants somebody to care about him. So, you nod and get under the covers. You cuddle into his side, his arms are wrapped around you as your head lies on his chest. You drift off to sleep, soothed by the sound of his steady heartbeat.

In the morning the two of you will wake up with pounding headaches and far away memories of a very hilarious lap dance. Sadly, the drunk carefree Murphy will have disappeared only for the asshole to take his spot again. But maybe, just maybe you can bring out that side of him when he’s sober.

Satellite | John Murphy X Reader

English isn’t my first language, so please excuse any mistakes.

A/N: I’m very obsessed with Satellite by Guster, so I decided to make a story based on it. But I, first and foremost, made it as a birthday present for @justauthoring. She is a great friend of mine, caring and wonderful and totally deserved it, so HAPPY BIRTHDAY, OLLY!

Characters: Murphy/fem!reader, Clarke.

Word Count: 1978 words.

Since Murphy had been captured by grounders, he hadn’t been able to sleep well It’s not like you could sleep in peace while people torture you or when you can be killed at any second. And being back at the camp wasn’t exactly better, since there was Bellamy there, who seemed to be crazy to kill him. But there it was definitely safer. So, after helping Clarke take care of some ill people, sick of the illness he had brought to that place, he couldn’t help but get some sleep.

A while later he was awake again and saw that new sick people had been placed inside the dropship. He saw a familiar face between them, making his heart race a little. (Y/N) (Y/L/N) was there. (Y/N) “the best friend he ever had and who happened to be the girl he liked” (Y/L/N). He hadn’t seen her since he’d been banished from the camp, and he honestly thought he’d never see her again. But there she was.

(Y/N) was lying on the floor with her eyes closed, her face was covered with sweat as she kept her mouth slightly open to try to breathe better. Which didn’t seem to work, as soon the girl closed her mouth and returned to breathe through her nose. She began to cough, turning herself to the side and vomiting blood.

Clarke, who was checking someone else, picked up a wet cloth and started walking toward the girl, but was stopped by Murphy.

“I got this one.” he said, taking the cloth from her hand. She nodded and went back to the other person.

John crouched beside the girl, waiting for her to stop to throw up, and then starting to rub the cloth on her face, taking the thin line of blood down her mouth and taking some of her sweat away.

Her eyes then opened, staring at his face. She recognized him instantly, her lips parted, as if she meant to say something, but nothing came out of her mouth, which closed again after a few seconds, followed by a sigh. Her hands groped the floor until they reached Murphy’s hand, giving it a squeeze.

(Y/N) closed her eyes, leaning toward the cloth, as she felt it give her some relief as it brushed past her face. She smiled weakly as she felt herself drifting off to sleep.

Seeing her sick and weak like that made his heart sink a little, but if he had managed to get better, then she would, too. She was strong. And he had faith in her. And in fact, it didn’t take long for her to start getting better, and since that had begun to happen, she had also started helping Clarke with the sick people. But she and Murphy didn’t talk, occasionally they just sent glances at each other, just happy to have each other’s presence there. Just happy that each other was alive.

John was discreetly looking at the girl, who was cleaning one of the bloody cloths after helping one of the sick people. She took a quick glance at him, returning to concentrate on what she was doing.

He was sitting in one of the corners of the ship, since no one seemed to need his help at the moment. (Y/N) then walked over to him, kneeling beside him. “Hi.” she said, a small smile appearing on her face. “Hi.” he replied, kind of happy to see that the girl had made the first move to talk to him.

And then he noticed that the wet cloth was still in the girl’s hands, making him frown slightly. She realized that he was looking at it, and then started to direct it toward his totally screwed face. Murphy pulled away from the girl when he noticed the cloth was for him. (Y/N) rolled her eyes, trying to get closer to him, to which he kept pulling away. The girl sighed.

“Come on, John, you have to let me do this.” the girl rested on her knees. “It won’t hurt, I bet you won’t even feel it.”

The boy looked at her suspiciously for a few seconds before surrendering and coming closer to her, also resting on his legs, lifting his face slightly so that (Y/N) could clean it. He soon regretted it when he felt the cloth touch his wounded skin, feeling it burning, making John give her a glare.

“Yeah, I lied.” she said, grinning at him.

Murphy was ready to give her a cheeky comeback, but felt the cloth touching him again, making him grunt, followed by a “fuck” as he closed his eyes.

“Sorry.” she said. “It will be fast.”

He kept his eyes closed, as if that would make it hurt less. The pain stopped being so uncomfortable after a few minutes as the boy began to get used to the sensation. And then, in the midst of all the sounds of people almost dying around them, Murphy heard a familiar rhythm, then opening his eyes and realizing that it was just (Y/N) humming a song. He knew that song and to hear it being hummed by the girl caused some memories of the Ark to come to him. The two of them used to listen to this song together while they were hanging around. Their favorite song. Their song.

Murphy could not help but analyze the girl, something he often did on the Ark and even on Earth. He loved taking every detail of her face, her eyes, her nose, her sweet lips. He actually loved decorating every detail of her, her hair, her hands, her silhouette. Everything. And then think about how lovely she was. Always trying to help others and trying to see the best in people. Trying to see the best in him, even when he couldn’t see it. Maybe that was why he had fallen in love with her, but he had never risked telling her that. She was very good for someone like him, maybe she was always a little out of his reach.

John could not help but be amused when he noticed the concentration (Y/N) was putting on it, looking intently at his face as he carefully wiped the cloth over his cheek. He was somehow happy to be back at the camp. Back to her.

“I wanted to look for you.” she said after a few seconds. “But they didn’t let me out.”

“Good they didn’t.” he said, his voice sounding a little hoarse. (Y/N) glared at him, looking a bit offended. “Look at how I am. It’s dangerous out there.”

The girl glared at him for a few more seconds before nodding and wiping the little bit of bruises left on his face. “Well, I’m glad you’re back.”

“You seem to be the only one.” he murmured, noticing the icy glares some delinquents sent him.

“I missed you.” she said with a shrug, as if it were an obvious thing.

Unlike Murphy, (Y/N) had always been good at showing her feelings, he had always had a problem with that. He wanted to tell her that he had missed her too, to tell her how difficult it had been to spend those days without her. But he just nodded, saying a low "Same.”

That, however, seemed to have been enough to cheer the girl, who smiled warmly at him, taking the cloth off his face and putting it to her side. “It’s done, you’re brand-new.” she said, beginning to tell him what had happened while he was away, but John was no longer listening, since his thoughts were far away.

Murphy always had problems concentrating when he was next to (Y/N), but that smile she was giving. Oh, that smile. That smile made him forget the terrible last days he had had, and the growing anger he felt for those who had tried to hang him. And while (Y/N) was beside him, he was sure that those thoughts wouldn’t come back to him. She always brought the best of him.

Seeing her talking excitedly to him made him feel relieved. He really thought he would never see her again. In the Ark, everything was more certain, the certainty that he would see her the next day, safe and alive. But on Earth everything seemed so uncertain. (Y/N) could easily be dead the next morning, dying without knowing how important she was to him. Dying thinking that to him she was a “same”, not knowing that in fact she was an “I fucking missed you too”. (Y/N) always made sure he knew that he was important to her, even if it was just as a friend. He wanted to do the same. He needed to do the same, at that moment. He couldn’t put it off any longer, because maybe they might not have a ‘later’.

“I’m glad to be back, too.” he said, cutting off whatever she was talking about. “I missed you too.”

(Y/N)’s smile widened at the boy’s words. “I’m glad to hear that.”

Murphy looked at her smile one more time before taking a deep breath and trying to find the right words to say to her. Why feelings had to be so difficult? “You’ve always been here for me…” he began slowly, looking anywhere but her.

“Well, we’re friends, it’s normal that…“ she said, being cut off again by him.

"You always believed in me, you make me want to be a better person.” he paused again, taking a quick look at the girl’s confused expression. “You kinda guide me, I… Well, you’re… Good. And that makes me want to be good too. Good enough for you. But I don’t think I’m very good at it.” he chuckled. “But you’re always there, no matter how much I’ve screwed it up.”

“I would never give up on you,” (Y/N) commented. “I’m flattered that you see me like this, but I don’t want you to change for me. I mean, you’re good in your own way and I love it.” the smile reappeared on her lips.

Oh boy, she’s so precious. That smile, how could he not be attracted to those lips? And as that thought passed in his mind, Murphy followed his instinct and leaned toward her, pressing his lips against hers, making her gasp. As he pulled away from her, he noticed her surprised face. “Oh.” she chuckled, feeling her cheeks begin to heat up.

That was the time. He just had to say the three words that defined what he felt for her. The three words he could barely remember the last time he’d used them. “I love you”.

(Y/N)’s eyes widened, even with the kiss, she didn’t expect those words to come from him. A goofy smile came to her lips. “Wow.” she just managed to say at first, unable to stop smiling. “You were always special to me.” she began and he nodded, predicting the speech ‘you’re like a brother to me’ that was to come. “But I never thought you felt that way for me.” she intertwined her hands nervously. “I’m very glad you feel like this. I love you too.” she said awkwardly. She wasn’t used to saying that.

They stared at each other for a few seconds, not knowing what to say. Murphy with a rare true smile, while (Y/N) continued with her goofy, embarrassed smile.

“So…” a voice behind them caught their attention. Clarke. “If you’re done, can I steal (Y/N) for a few more minutes?”

(Y/N) smiled sheepishly, apologizing for being distracted, although she didn’t seem to feel sorry at all. She picked up the cloth again and hesitantly kissed Murphy before returning to help Clarke, while John watched the sweet girl doing what she did best, help people. And with a smile he thought, if she saw in him someone good, then he saw it too.


Drunken Cuddles

John Murphy x Reader

Warnings: Murphy’s drunk but that’s it

A/N: This was actually really fun to write and I’m quite happy with the way it turned out. I plan on making a part two if anyone is interested (I’ll tag anyone who wants to be as well, just message me). Enjoy! (Also my best friend inspired this so you have her to thank)

Originally posted by fuck-yeah-richardharmon

You woke up on your couch to the sound of someone rattling your locked doorknob. You had passed out while you were watching tv and now it was 4 am according to your phone. The rattling stopped and was soon replaced with excessive knocking.

You cautiously walked to your front door and looked out the peephole, slightly nervous to see who could be out there at this time of night, trying to get in your apartment.

The tension in your body dropped when you saw that it was just your friend Murphy.

When you opened the door you noticed his hooded eyes and rosy cheeks. He was drunk.

“Heyyy,” his voice was slurred and he slightly swayed on his feet.

“What are you doing here? It’s four in the morning, I was asleep,” you moved to the side and allowed him to enter your apartment. As long as he was here now he might as well stay, you didn’t want him to get into any trouble if he tried making his way home by himself.

“I wanted to see you,” he said, nearly stumbling over his own two feet as he walked. He plopped down on your couch and motioned for you to join him.

This wasn’t your first time experience with drunk Murphy, but usually he just calls or texts you, he hadn’t ever showed up at your house before.

As soon as you sat down next to him he was draping himself over you like a blanket.

“What are you doing?” You laughed as his hair tickled your face and his arms wrapped around you.

“Cuddling you.” Murphy was never the type of person to cuddle anyone, it was a rare occurrence for him to even hug you goodbye most of the time, but you couldn’t complain. He was comfy. You tried to move him off of you, but as soon as your hands made contact with his sides he started squirming and giggling. John Murphy does not giggle. You couldn’t help yourself when you started tickling him, watching the man curl up in a ball in an attempt to escape from you. When you finally gave up he was red-faced from laughing and slightly panting.

“That was mean,” he chuckled out, fake pouting.

“Hey, if roles were reversed you would have done the same thing to me,” you accused. At that he lunged at you in what you can only guess was an attempt to tickle you back but once you started fighting him off he just collapsed back on top of you like earlier, giving up rather quickly, his head buried in your neck.

“You smell nice,” he mumbled, his stubble tickling you as he spoke. You rolled your eyes but smiled at the giant man child.

“I’m tired,” he whispered, trying to hide his face further into you.

“You can crash here tonight,” you said, squirming your way out from underneath him.

“Stay here with meeeee,” he whined grasping your hand in both of his. His eyes were fluttering shut but he tried to keep himself awake.

“You want me to sleep on the couch with you?” He nodded and pulled you over to him. You gave in and layed down with him, you figured that once he fell asleep you would be able to slip away and go sleep in your own bed but he had you trapped in a tight grip the moment you were on the couch. He pulled you so that you were practically on top of him, arms wrapped tightly around your waist. Your head was on his chest and you wrapped your arms around his neck. You figured you might as well get comfy if he wasn’t going to let you go.

All was silent for a while, you thought that maybe Murphy had fallen asleep, but he broke it when he whispered your name.


“I really love you, you know that?”

You didn’t respond, you were too shocked to form any words. Did he mean like a friend? Did he mean more? You had definitely thought about what it’d be like to date Murphy before but he never showed interest so you forgot all about it.

“(Y/N)? Are you awake?”

“Yeah,” you responded, “I’m awake.”
“Okay.” He didn’t sound hurt that you didn’t say it back, it was more like he was just checking that you heard him.

“How much do you love me, Murphy?” You couldn’t help yourself from asking, he was a lot more honest when he was drunk and you needed answers now.

“A lot. Like, a lot a lot.”

“Like just as friends?” He thought about it for a second. He hadn’t thought about that before, he just knew that he loved you.

“I don’t think so,” was the conclusion he came to. He shifted so that you were facing each other. His cheeks were still a little pink and his eyes were still hooded, but he looked very content with how things were.

“Oh.” He smiled sleepily at you, closing his eyes to sleep. “I love you too.” you finally whispered as he was drifting off.

“Good,” he mumbled.


“You’re so prettttyyy” You slurred.

“Y/n, you’re drunk”

“Sooooo?,” You giggled, pressing on his chest, “You’re drunk too”

“yeah, maybe but you’ve had too many drinks”

“Pfft noooo. I’m completely sober.

Murphy laughed, “Sure y/n”

Murphy Having A Soft Spot For You Would Include...


Originally posted by mariexavgeropoulos

⋅ basically him being completely different around you
⋅ you getting to know his real self
⋅ him opening up to you
⋅ him letting you call him John
⋅ him being protective of you
⋅ not just protective, but overprotective
⋅ sometimes it would be just too much and it would make you mad
⋅ “He was just talking to me.”
“Yeah, while checking you out.”
“But, you didn’t have to beat him to unconsciousness.”
⋅ jealousy
⋅ him overlooking your little-longer than-necessary breaks from work
⋅ you taking the advantage of it
⋅ but not much because you didn’t want to get both of you into trouble
⋅ him providing you with more rations than you needed
⋅ you declining it
⋅ at the end you would just share the food
⋅ him constantly asking if you were okay or if you needed anything
⋅ him giving you his blanket or jacket when it would get cold
⋅ you being his anchor
⋅ you being the only one who could truly make him smile
⋅ him coming to you when he needed to calm down
⋅ you always listening to him and trying to comfort him
⋅ everyone coming to you when he was getting out of control
⋅ you being the reason why he wanted to change
⋅ you not understanding why he was so different around you
⋅ “Why you are so different around me?”
“Because you are different.”
“I am not. I am just like the rest.”
“No, you are special.”
⋅ him not wanting you out of the camp
⋅ him insisting on teaching you how to defend yourself
⋅ him freaking out when you got hurt
⋅ even though it would be just a scratch
⋅ him eventually realizing that he loves you
⋅ after a long time finally gaining confidence to confess his feelings

“go float yourself” // JOHN MURPHY (1/?)

request: yo could i get a soulmate au with john murphy where the first words you hear from your soulmate are tattooed on your wrist and murphy’s first words to her are “go float yourself” the rest is up to you - @reading-vs-reality

warnings: SET IN SEASON 1, some language, but it’s not major

tags: @elizakomskaikru

A/N: i love this idea so much oml i hope i did it justice !!! if anyone would like to try it themselves then 100% please do + remember to tag me ! i’d love to see what you’ll come up with :)) (all gifs in this post were found on google!)

you find yourself a log to sit down on, deciding that you need some sort of stable ground to rely on. your thumb rubs over the thick, black ink that’s tattooed deep into your skin - go float yourself. you’ve never thought of him before, but now, he’s all you can think about. you can’t seem to shake the look he gave you before he spat out those three words like they were poison. go float yourself.

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Murphy’s Law | John Murphy X Reader

English isn’t my first language, so please excuse any mistakes.

Requested by @montyscupcake: I’m sorry for so many requests 😥 Can you write an imagine where it’s christmas, and everybody is happy and giving each other presents, and nobody (without Bell) cares about Murphy? Then YN gives him a present, and he is very happy? (MODERN) Thanks😳

Characters: Murphy/fem!reader, slight Bellamy/Clarke. Raven, Jasper, Monty, Miller and Harper are mentioned.

Modern AU.

Word Count: 1419 words.

Christmas is a day that must be spent with the people you love. Family. Friends. No one should be alone. And these were the words that Bellamy kept repeating to Murphy while trying to convince him to go to the Christmas party he was going to throw, well, that his sister was going to throw, and Bellamy, who considered Murphy one of the his closest friends, was convinced to make the boy go to the party.

After what seemed like the thousandth time that the Blake boy said that the party would be fun and that it would be worth it if Murphy went there, he finally accepted the invitation, although he wasn’t very excited for it. Then, at the appointed time for the party, Bellamy dragged Murphy to his house.

John knew everyone there, though no one seemed interested in going to greet him. He saw Clarke, who was talking to Raven about something. Neither of them were very friendly to him. The Griffin girl’s eyes lightened slightly as she noticed that Bellamy was there. Jasper and Monty weren’t too far from the girls. The two boys were talking excitedly about something, they were excited enough not to notice Murphy coming into the room.

Miller was near them, listening to the conversation and laughing at whatever they were talking about, he nodded to Murphy as he entered the place. They weren’t close, but Nathan was a nice person to everyone. Some other people were chatting around the room while Octavia was busy trying to talk to all of them, moving from group to group.

And then Murphy’s eyes stopped in (Y/N). She was talking to Harper excitedly, but she waved at him when she saw him come in, giving the boy a warm smile. (Y/N) was the closest thing he had to a friend after Bellamy. They got along, and their conversations were always exciting and fun, but they just saw each other in events like that, which Bellamy had to drag Murphy to come, so he considered her a semi-friend.

Bellamy smirked as he noticed Murphy looking at her, which made John roll his eyes. Once he had told the Blake boy that he thought (Y/N) was nice… And hot, and after that Bellamy was always pointing out the crush Murphy was developing for her, what Murphy thought that was foolish, he didn’t have a crush on her. No way.

“At least you have food.” Murphy said as he approached a table with Bellamy, who had his eyes fixed on something else at the party. Or someone else.

“What kind of party would it be if there was no food?” Murphy nodded, taking one of the cookies on the table and eating it. Delicious. “I think it was your girlfriend who made them.” a smirk formed on Bellamy’s lips as Murphy rolled his eyes.

“Well, it’s your girlfriend who’s coming this way.” John nodded at Clarke, who was walking up to them, well, to Bellamy. The Blake boy nudged him discreetly, making him laugh.

But the girl just walked halfway, calling Bellamy to come and talk to her. Of course. Bellamy gave Murphy a brief apologetic look before heading towards Clarke. John looked around, picking up another cookie and heading toward the couch, sitting down. A movie was going on TV, a guy trying to save his family’s Christmas, it sounded pretty boring, yet watching it seemed to be the only thing left for Murphy to do at that party.

While he paid attention to that guy’s effort, shouts of happiness and laughter began to draw Murphy’s attention, causing him to look where most people were. They were handing presents to each other. Murphy felt a slight panic seeing all those gifts, he hadn’t bought anything for anyone, but then he began to realize that no one even seem to notice his presence there, left alone having bought him a present. He didn’t know why, but it bothered him. He usually didn’t care when Bellamy’s group of friends didn’t care for him, but seeing everyone fraternizing and exchanging gifts left him with a little envy of their friendship.

He was so distracted thinking that he didn’t notice (Y/N) looking at him and the grin that came to her lips before she started walking toward him with a package in her hands.

“Merry Christmas for who?” the girl’s voice made him jump slightly before looking at her. “Exactly, for you.”

The girl handed the package to Murphy, who looked at her confused for a moment until he realized that the present was meant for him. The boy took the package in his hand, looking at it suspiciously, but still opening it, facing a shirt. Murphy’s law: anything that can go wrong, will go wrong. An involuntary smile appeared on Murphy’s face.

“I know it’s not much, but…” (Y/N) spoke again, drawing his attention. “It reminded me of you and I was, like, ‘why not?’” (Y/N) shrugged, staring at the boy, expecting some kind of reaction from him.

Giving that present to Murphy didn’t seem like much to (Y/N), but kind of meant something to him. Someone, besides Bellamy, had cared for him. Cared enough to buy him a presente. Murphy, strangely, couldn’t get the smile off his face and it was the only way he could react. He wasn’t one of the best people with kind words and he didn’t want to ruin the moment by saying something wrong to (Y/N), so he kept the basics.

“Thanks.” he said, looking back at his shirt.

“You’re welcome.” she said, giving him a cheerful smile. “You seem to be having a good time.”

“Oh yeah.” he said pointing to the TV. “This movie is the best thing here.”

“You’re saying that now, but wait until the Karaoke session begins.” (Y/N) sat down on the couch beside the boy. "I’m serious, there are many talents hidden here.”

"Are we talking about you?”

“We’re talking about Miller.” she nodded at the boy who was talking to Harper, laughing, probably telling a joke. “Have you seen that guy singing?”

“I can’t wait to see that.” Murphy chuckled, being followed by the girl.

The karaoke session started a few minutes later and it turned out that Miller was a good singer indeed. Everyone was invited to sing, even Murphy, who was dragged by (Y/N) to sing along with her some Elvis Presley song. Wherever she went, the girl insisted on taking Murphy along so he wouldn’t be alone, but most of the time they were on the couch talking. Just before the party was over, he put on the shirt he had earned from her over the one he was wearing.

“I think the shirt got big on you.” she said with a sad smile as she looked at the boy.

“Nah, it’s good.” he said, noticing that the sad smile remained on the girl’s face. “I… Liked it very much.”

“I thought you’d like it.” a big smile appeared on her lips as she gently looked at him. “After Bellamy told me you were coming, I couldn’t stop thinking about what to give you.”

"You didn’t have to give me anything.”

“Well, it’s my way of showing you that I appreciate you and your company.”

Something warmed in Murphy’s heart as he saw those gentle eyes looking at him. But it wasn’t (Y/N)’s eyes that caught his attention at that moment, but her smile, the lips that formed it. She must have noticed he was staring at her as a rosy tinge came over her cheeks as she stared at the boy’s lips as well, but her eyes turned to his, trying to figure out if he meant to do something.

A smirk appeared on Murphy’s lips before he leaned toward (Y/N), who did the same, until their lips were pressed against each other. The kiss was gentle and, somewhat, innocent. Just touching the lips of that girl who cared about him was enough to make John’s heart race.

“I told you it would be worth it.” Bellamy’s voice made them pull away.

Bellamy looked at them with a grin on his lips, nodding at Murphy before turning to Clarke again. John looked back at (Y/N), noticing the embarrassed smile she was sending to Harper, who was also looking at them, giving her friend thumbs up. (Y/N) looked back at Murphy, the same gentle look in her eyes that made the boy’s heart warm. Maybe he had a crush on her after all.


rambling baby (john murphy drabble)

the first Valentine’s day drabble with a guy, wooo!

(pls remember no gifs are mine!)

“I bought handcuffs because I thought it’d be sexy, but now I can’t get out of them.” ft John Murphy

About an hour ago, you got a text from one of your best friends telling you to come over, that it was urgent. You had a key to his apartment and you rushed your ass over there, scared that something had happened to him, seeing as he hadn’t responded to any of the fifty texts you sent him over the past hour. The elevator was down, so you ran the six flights of stairs up to his apartment. You finally make it to his floor and grab the key out of your purse, unlocking the door and quickly closing it behind you.

“John?” You peek your head into every open room, checking the bathroom even to be sure. You couldn’t find a single sign of him. “JOHN?!”

God what if he was dead? What if you were too late? What if–?

“In here!” You hear his voice, it’s coming from his bedroom. You let out a large sigh of relief and run a hand over your face, calming down before opening the door to his bedroom.

“For fuck’s sake, John! I was worried! Why would–OH,” your eyes go wide as you see John’s naked body–he pulled a sheet over himself–handcuffed to almost every pole on his bed.

He looked better than you could have ever imagined… and you could imagine a lot. He was always the quieter, more innocent one out of your group friends and god that was so hot. You two would always flirt, but that was it. He’s very shy… yet here you were. The sheet was barely covering the massive tent between his legs. He was holding it around his waist, his top half remained uncovered. He wasn’t looking, so you allowed yourself to stare, to memorize every inch of him so you could work with more when you were alone tonight. You constantly imagined him pressed against you, but GOD you didn’t know how bad you wanted him until now.

“H-hi?” A deep blush covered his cheeks as he lifted his eyes up to meet yours.

“W-what is going on here?” You clear your throat, willing yourself to keep from touching him. He was helpless for God’s sake.

“I-I bought handcuffs because I thought it’d be sexy, but now I can’t get out of them,” he blushed, looking away again as I clear my throat again, realizing that he’d probably already used them.

“What, did the girl take the key with her?” You chuckle and take a step in from the doorway, raising an eyebrow at him.

“What? N-no,” he bites his bottom lip and looks up at you again. “I-I got these for you. I wanted to be laid out and at your mercy. That’s why I texted you. But after I cuffed this hand to the pole, I kind of dropped the key somewhere on the floor.”

You couldn’t will yourself to move, to say anything. You’re still hung up on the fact that he bought these cuffs for you. That he wanted to be sexy and rough… with you. 

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“Y/N? Are you okay?” You can’t find the words to answer him, and he immediately thinks the worst. He curses under his breath and looks down. “I didn’t mean to corner you or anything. I just couldn’t reach my phone to text you and tell you not to worry. God I’m so embarrassed. What the fuck, please just–just leave me alone. I can figure this out somehow. You probably had plans for tonight. You look gorgeous. Not that you don’t always look gorgeous because you do but–”

“John?” You cut him off and his innocent little doe-eyes look up at you. “I want you.”

“Of course it’s okay for you to leave, I mean–Wait.” His eyes go wide as he realizes what you just said. “Y-you want me?”

“Of course I do. You can’t begin to imagine all my lonesome nights, all those nights I touched myself while thinking of you,” you whisper, your voice gravelly as John moans.

“Please use me,” he whimpers and you can’t help but groan as you quickly walk over to him, grabbing a fistful of his hair and forcing him to look up at you. You lean down, teasingly brushing your lips against his as he pouts.

“I’m going to take good care of you, baby.”

New Rules

John Murphy x Reader

Warnings: Angst, mentions of sex

A/N: This is based off of the song “New Rules” by Dua Lipa, requested by anon. I tried my best with this, I’ve definitely written way better stuff before but idk it’s not terrible I don’t think. I hope you enjoy it anyway! Btw, the little “~”s are meant to be like time skips, the three kind of events take place at different times, just so that nobody get’s confused as to why she invited him over at one part but she’s at his place in another, they’re not the same night.

Originally posted by mariexavgeropoulos

‘Don’t pick up the phone,’ you thought to yourself, ‘don’t pick it up’

The phone continued to ring, his contact photo tempting you all the more.

‘He only calls when he’s drunk, don’t pick it up, you’re stronger than this.’ But you knew you would give in eventually, you always did. You were weak, you were way too weak when it came to him.

You closed your eyes, knowing how much you would regret this in a few hours, and picked up the phone.

“Murphy, hey… Yeah, you can come over.”


‘Don’t let him in, he’ll leave eventually, right?’

The knocking continued.

‘If he asks tomorrow just tell him you fell asleep.’

“(Y/N)?” He called through the door.

You found yourself reaching for the door knob, swinging the door open to reveal his disheveled appearance and the smirk that haunted your deepest fantasies as well as reminded you of your deepest regrets.

“Sorry, I was in the bathroom,” you lied. You did a lot of that with him lately, you were good at it by now.

“You miss me?” He asked, stepping inside. You could smell the alcohol on his breath. “I know I missed you.” ‘No,’ you thought, ‘you missed my body.’

“I missed you too,” you managed to choke out, ignoring the sour truth that you did, in fact, miss him. Even though you told yourself not to, time after time, you just couldn’t not miss him.


You laid down in his bed, staring at the ceiling of his bedroom as he slept soundly beside him. You convinced yourself that you could just hang out with him, nothing would happen, you can be just friends. But you lied to yourself once again, betrayed your own trust, and now you had to lie there, naked under his sheets, feeling the warmth of his body radiating off of him by your side, a deep pit in your stomach.

He would never be yours. You loved him, but he would never see you as anything more than just a quick fuck. He would never return your affections. You can’t keep letting this happen, you can’t keep hurting yourself like this. You need to promise yourself that you’ll never let this happen again. You need to set some rules for yourself.


1. Don’t pick up the phone

You watched your phone buzz on the counter, it had been doing that for what felt like forever. He kept calling you. You kept not answering. You had multiple missed calls. You didn’t pick up, you didn’t call him back.

2. Don’t let him in

You listened from your bed as the knocking on your door got louder.

“(Y/N)? Is something wrong? Open the door,” he called. You just shoved a pillow over your head to block out the noise. You couldn’t let him in, he was drunk and it was late and there was no way this would end well for you. You would just beat yourself up over it as soon as he fell asleep. You had to ignore him.

3. Don’t be his friend

You completely ignored him, blocked his number, always made sure that if you were out with mutual friends he wasn’t going to be there, you couldn’t hang around him anymore. It would only lure you back into what you’ve worked so hard to get out of. You couldn’t keep seeing him, you couldn’t be apart of his life or let him be apart of yours.

And if you’re under him, you ain’t getting over him.

Sleeping with Murphy would include...


⋅ your bodies pressed against each other’s
⋅ forehead kisses
⋅ cuddling
⋅ a lot of late night talks
⋅ fighting over a blanket
⋅ both of you having nightmares on daily basis
⋅ both of you comforting each other on daily basis
⋅ him giving you random compliments
⋅ him letting out his better self
⋅ telling you things that bothered his mind and heart
⋅ massages
⋅ a lot lot sex
⋅ loud moans escaping your tent
⋅ treating his newest injuries before sleeping
⋅ him getting touchy
⋅ sometimes just a bit but sometimes he can’t stop touching you
⋅ “You are so perfect, every single inch of you.”
“You are such a good liar, John.”
⋅ telling him stories after stressful day
⋅ having to deal with his various moods before going to bed
⋅ being the only one who successfully could calm him down
⋅ you being the first one to wake up
⋅ then you trying to wake him which was harder
⋅ “C'mon, John. You have to get up.”
“Not going to happen.”
“Don’t calm me that.”
“Then get up or I will call you that whole day.”
“Fine, fine. I am getting up. Give me just two more minutes.”
⋅ stealing his shirt
⋅ knowing it turns him on
⋅ sometimes using it to seduce him
⋅ sometimes wearing it to feel his scent when he’s on watch
⋅ exiting the tent in the morning with a hickey that wasn’t there the day before
⋅ sometimes more than just one hickey
⋅ him sneaking his arm around your waist from behind after you two fight
⋅ you pretending to be asleep
⋅ “I am so sorry, Y/N. I shouldn’t have said all that things. You were right as always.”
⋅ you still pretending to be asleep
⋅ him starting kissing your neck
⋅ you trying to stay angry with him
⋅ but eventually giving up as you’re too tired to stay mad at him
⋅ “You are forgiven. Now sleep.”
“I love you, baby.”
“I love you too, John.”
⋅ not being able to fall asleep without the other one

FRIENDS (John Murphy x Reader) 

Song request: Friends - Chase Atlantic

A/N: sorry about how long this took to post, i didn’t have much inspiration whenever i tried writing xx 

masterlist // requests are closed xox

His eyes watch you like a predator keeping it’s eyes on it’s next target. With laboured breaths, Murphy makes his way towards you and the other guy you’re dancing with. Honestly, he just feels tense. The two of you had something - that’s the one thing he’s sure of - but now as the Unity Day celebration drags on, he’s seen you with every guy except him. It’s driving him insane. When the guy turns around, Murphy takes it as his opportunity to pull you away, his hands guiding your hips to his in a rush. 

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You'll Find Me (John Murphy x Reader)

“Hurry up Y/N!” Octavia whispered. You huffed, quickening your pace but remaining quiet. You and Octavia were wandering around, now on your own after being separated from Lincoln. Both your bodies were littered with cuts and bruises, dirt and blood. A twig snapped nearby and you crouched, motioning Octavia over. In a clearing of trees was a family of rabbits, sniffing around in the tall grass. Your best friend smiled, gesturing that the two of you should keep going. You nod.

“You know, you never told me how you knew Murphy.” She pipes up, trudging through the fallen leaves.

“John? I met him back on the Ark, our families were close. When his dad got floated, my grandma and I would show our support as much as we could. But, when his mom passed… I guess he snapped.” You paused glancing at Octavia, “I got locked up only a day after him.”

“What’d you do? To get arrested, I mean.”

You sighed, rolling your shoulders back. “A guard witnessed him burn that room down. He was about to speak up but I killed him, trying to by John time to get out before getting caught. There ended up being more than one guard and I ran, I couldn’t do more to help. They caught me the next day, threw me in a cell.” You paused, biting your lip. “He was my best friend.”

Octavia gave you a sympathetic look as you continued to walk, “Did you like him?” You stop dead in your tracks, caught off guard by the sudden question. Heat rose to your cheeks, you attempted to play it off.

“Pfft, yeah, he was my best friend. Course I liked him.” You reply, your voice a bit wavy.

“No, Y/N. I mean romantically.” She laughs, playfully bumping your shoulder causing you to roll your eyes.

“Yeah, I do.” You smile, “Do you think he’s still alive out there?”

“Murphy’s a fighter, Y/N. I’m sure he’s out there trying to find his way back to you.”

“More like the other way around. I’m out here, trying to find my way back to him.” You chuckle.

The two of you eventually made it to a clearing, voices echoed out from behind a few shrubs. Octavia held an arm out in front of you, warning you not to move. You crouch down, unsheathing your blade from your back. The voices turned into grunts of pain, which made your companion peek around the bush. You mirror her action, poking your head out below hers. There was a group of delinquents at the edge of the cliff, tugging on a rope of seatbelts. Arrows begin to fly past our head, landing near the group.

“Get down!” You grasp Octavia’s arm and pull her behind a nearby rock. The arrows continued to fly. One girl began to shoot blindly at the trees, but she let out a painful yell as she was struck with one of the arrows. Suddenly Octavia lifted her foghorn and blew into it, you cover you ears as the sound rang out loud and clear. Whoever was in the tress could be heard retreating, under the assumption that acid fog was coming.

“Jeez, warn me next time.” You mutter, shaking your head as Octavia held out her hand and hoisted you up. You both watched the three people struggle to pull the rope up. “Oh my god… Is that John?” You gasp, nudging Octavia. The three finally laid back as two people came into view, hauling themselves up from the cliff. This time it was Octavia’s turn to gasp. She moved out of our cover.


Her brother’s head shot up as he panted. She walked over with your trailing behind. Murphy’s head turns to follow the older Blake’s line of sight, revealing not only Bellamy’s sister, but his own best friend too.

“Y/N?” Murphy’s eyes widened as he pushed himself off the ground. His face was caked in blood and dirt, but nevertheless you ran and launched yourself into him. You were shaking with relief and happiness as you pulled away slightly, studying his features. Before he got the chance to talk, you pulled him into a passionate kiss, gripping his jacket firmly.

“I can’t believe it’s you!” You exclaim as you detach your lips from his. Your beamed, tears in your eyes. The boy pulled you in again, smashing his lips against yours. It took a second for you to kiss back, his action having caught you by surprise.

“You found me.” He breathed, wiping away a tear that had fallen from your eye. At last, you were by his side once more, and it felt amazing.

When Zack, along with the viewer, is initiated into the mysteries of Murphy in the pilot episode, we’re lead to believe that we’re seeing a pretty typical trip to school for Milo. But “The Doctor Zone Files” reveals that Murphy’s Law may vary: as Milo himself puts it, “It’s unpredictable!” Like a lot of claims made about Murphy’s Law (obviously, not everything that could go wrong does), this one’s pretty broad; multiple episodes have shown that Milo’s friend Melissa has developed a faculty for predicting when Murphy’s Law will strike, which indicates that it has a logic of its own. And on most days, at least, it seems that Milo can ride the bus with his fellow students in relative safety–we see him do so in “Worked Day.”

So what made the first day of school different? Well:

A new kid came in from out of town. He didn’t know about Milo’s condition. He talked to him in a friendly way and even accepted his handshake. Which–look at how the kids at the stop react. 

They’re worried about this poor sap who’s here indicating a clear willingness to befriend Milo Murphy. They’re not only worried about him, they’re potentially worried about how it’s going to affect them (notice how Bradley is clutching his backpack). 

I propose that Murphy’s Law overacted because, quite simply, Milo was on the verge of making a new friend, and the worst thing that could happen to him would be for that friend to be scared off.

And, see, this is nothing new. This happens every time Milo is put in a situation wherein a friendship could potentially form. In “Rooting for the Enemy” we find out that a girl named Joni, who sat next to Milo recently, only just got her cast off and is unwilling to try a second time. In the same episode, Mort has a friendly conversation with Milo and is promptly thrown headfirst over a ledge and into a pond: 

By the way, Joni does end up in Milo’s blast radius again when she sits directly behind him on the bus in “Worked Day”.

She looks a little nervous to me. Can’t blame the girl. She’s even closer to him than Melissa is!

…but she’s probably fairly safe, because, while she’s close to him, she’s not sitting next to him. The real danger lies in talking to him or associating with him in the way a friend would.

Melissa and Zack are hanging out with him, but they’re probably all right too–at this point, they’ve both been established as friends of Milo. Both of them have firmly and repeatedly refused to be put off, so while they’re still getting swept up in Murphy’s Law and still risking life and limb by being in its vicinity, it’s no longer headhunting either of them specifically. 

Here’s what really sells this one for me:

We’ve seen that Melissa is normally unafraid to be close to Milo, though she’s not above establishing an “adequate buffer zone.” In the pilot, she initially walks gladly up to her friend, apparently prepared to stand next to him as she might on a normal morning…but then she hesitates.

We see her take a moment to test her surroundings before announcing her decision to put some distance between herself and Milo. Milo’s response is a thumbs-up and a cheerful “Good call!”

My guess is that this is a situation that both of them are familiar with through long experience. Milo standing here chatting with the new guy is a clear danger signal for Melissa, just as it is for the others at the stop. Milo, though equally aware that he’s in for a more-than-usually deadly morning, is undeterred. With his characteristic optimism, he’s embracing this possible friendship despite the risk it’s going to involve, but that doesn’t mean he expects Melissa to do it. 

Zack rides out the storm and stays with Milo; at some point before the series started, Melissa had to make a decision to do the same thing. They’re the exceptions. The vast majority of people who came close to befriending Milo were unable to take the heat. 

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Originally posted by bellarkewilltearusapart


“How the fuck can someone be so perfect doing nothing”

“Our princess has that effect”

“Yeah, Do I get a gun now?”

“No. Why?”

“So I can shoot you. She’s not ours: she’s mine”

Sharing A Tent With Murphy

Pairing: John Murphy X Reader
Requested: no
Warnings: some mild cursing, and sexual references
A/N: I’ve had the idea for this bouncing around my head for awhile, and finally decided to put it down on paper. This is my first time writing about anything other than 5sos, so feedback would be greatly appreciated! Thanks for reading, and I hope you like it!
Word count: 1479


“What do you mean I don’t have a tent anymore?” Murphy exclaims angrily at Bellamy.

You were helping Clarke and Octavia tend to the sick after Murphy had brought an infection back to camp. Your father had been a doctor on the ark, and you were following in his footsteps until you had been arrested. You were caught stealing medicine for a little girl, but you don’t regret it since she got to live because of your actions.

“We needed the extra supplies and since you were banished, we weren’t going to let them go to waste,” Bellamy explains to him using his ‘I’m the boss’ tone. Sighing, Murphy looks down at the ground and runs a hand through his dirty hair.

“Fine, but where am I going to sleep now?”

“You’ll have to share with someone.”

Murphy laughs grimly, “And who would that be?” He sneers. He knew no one would want to share with him, everyone despises him. Bellamy looks around the drop ship until his gaze lands on you; your eyes lock together. You know what is about to happen; you were credited with being the nicest delinquent around.

“Y/N,” Bellamy yells over to you, “come over here, I need to ask you something.”

You place the medical supplies you had been sorting down. Rising from your kneeling position you walk towards the pair. You look at Murphy, and take in his appearance: his clothes are torn, stained with dried blood, and dirt is caked onto his pale skin, a sharp contrast. Murphy’s wounds still haven’t been cleaned, you realize.

“What’s up?” You question Bellamy, raising one eyebrow.

“Murphy is going to be sleeping in your tent, with you, until further notice.”

“What? My tent barely has enough room for me, let alone both of us,” you protest crossing your arms over your chest and jutting your hip out.

“I guess you’ll have to make it work.” Bellamy walks off, leaving no room for discussion. Sighing, you turn towards Murphy, who had been watching the ordeal with a bored expression.

“Well, come on then.” You motion for him to follow you as you lead the way to your tent. As the two of you make your way towards your tent you can hear people whispering, all of which concern the boy that is trailing after you. Murphy is playing strong though, keeping his head up high and facial expression locked into a firm glare straight ahead. One of the comments catches your attention, it’s louder than the others, the person obviously didn’t care if anyone heard them.

The boy had said, “She better be careful, or next thing you know she’ll be murdered by that psychopath.” You whip your head around without even thinking.

“Who the hell do you think you are? Last I checked, Murphy was the one helping the sick, sure he got them infected, but they’re the ones who hanged and banished him. Where were you? Out hiding away and doing nothing to help the camp? Yeah, that’s what I thought. So shut your damn mouth and do something useful with your pathetic life.”

With that, you grab Murphy’s hand and hurriedly drag him away. Unzipping the flap, you go inside and quickly tidy up the few things you have. Turning, you see Murphy shifting on his feet, unsure of what to do. You nod your head towards the bed, silently telling him to sit down. He follows your noiseless command, sitting on the edge of your makeshift bed of old blankets and animal pelts. Finally, you take in his appearance again, his face is dirty, clothes torn. Decidedly, you stand up and make your way to the exit of the small enclosure. Murphy’s head shoots up, you hold out your hand in a stop motion, telling him to stay put.

You walk towards the small tent next to the drop ship that houses whatever medical supplies people had been able to scrounge up. Entering, you head straight for the table that holds bowls of moonshine, then bandages, and finally a bucket that had been collecting water outside of the door. Once you situate the items in your arms you make your way back to the place you’ve started calling your home. All eyes were on you. No one had ever seen you snap like that, you were generally a nice level headed person.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” you told one group that was openly staring at you.

Slipping back into your tent you saw Murphy in the same position you left him in, staring intently at his hands. You place the bucket of water besides you as you kneel in front of him in between his knees. Gently you take his left hand in yours. After dunking a piece of cloth in the water you start to clean off his hand. Looking up at him once you shift to a moonshine soaked rag, you softly speak, “This is going to hurt.”

He met your eyes, only giving you a brief nod to acknowledge your words. As you dab at the wounds on his hand, an audible breath in and wince was the only reaction he let you see. You move from one hand to the other, repeating the process. When both hands were clean you stilled.

“Take off your shirt,” you demand in a firm tone.

“So, this is why you’re letting me stay in your tent, you’re trying to get into my pants. Y'know all you had to do was ask, right?” A smirk spread across his face.

“Trust me Murphy, if I wanted to, you’d be naked and begging by now.”

“Is that so?”

“You know it.”

“Then prove it.”

“No. You’re injured and I’m not really into the dirt and blood covered look. Now, take off your shirt.”

Giving you a, dare you say, playful glare he pulls his shirt over his head. You can’t contain the gasp that slips past your lips. His chest is covered in long, angry gashes. You put a hand on his shoulder, pushing him down so he’s on his back looking up at you. Shifting your position, you now sit near his waist, you’ll have to lean over him to reach the top of his chest. You start cleaning him from his collar bones down to his hips, trying to ignore his tensing abs. Blushing you reach the top of his pants and glance up at him. You know the next thing out of your mouth is going to be incredibly embarrassing to ask.

“I-is there, uh, anything else, I, um, need to clean?” You awkwardly ask, looking anywhere but his eyes.

“No, but there is something you can suck,” he says, his signature smirk placing itself back onto his lips.

“Only in your dreams,” you retort after quickly composing yourself, and rolling your eyes. You grab his shirt from where it had been carelessly dumped on the ground. He takes it from your outstretched hand, then lets it fall back to the ground next to the bed. All you can do is give him an exasperated look.

“Sorry doll, I sleep shirtless and it’s time for some shut-eye,” he places his arms under his head, muscles flexing as he does so. You hadn’t even realized the sun had set while you had been intently cleaning Murphy up. You also hadn’t realized how tired you were, once your muscles had stopped their task they felt heavy and sore. It had become a familiar feeling at the end of the day after working long hours healing the impulsive delinquents.

“And what makes you think you’re getting the bed?” You place a hand on your hip, head tilting to the side.

“C'mon, I’m injured.” His lips form a mock pout, matching the sarcastic glint in his eyes.

Sighing you tell him, “Fine scoot over,” while climbing up from where you were leaning back on your legs by his legs. You situate yourself under the covers Murphy had been pulling out from underneath him.

“Just a warning, I’m a sleep cuddler.” You turn your body, facing away from the boy, onto your side.

“Trust me, I don’t have a problem having you closer,” you hear him whisper right before you drift off to sleep. Making you question if he had really said that.

You woke up the next morning with a warm body pressed against your back, and a hand resting on your boob. For a second you relish in the warmth the body provides, before realizing who it was holding you. Struggling to move away from the embrace, the hands around you tighten. Wiggling for awhile longer with no use, you slump against him, giving up on getting away. Lightly you feel the all-too-familiar smirk of John Murphy press against the back of your neck. That asshole was awake.

“Murphy, if you don’t get your hand off my boob, I’m going to castrate you,” the threat came out of your mouth in a low growl.

Old Masterlist

New Masterlist

Prompt List:



Mercy Mini Series || D. Salvatore; Kol M.; Reader

Mercy Masterlist


The 100

John Murphy


Jughead Jones

Archie Andrews

Reggie Mantle

Sweet Pea

The Vampire Diaries & The Originals

Kol Mikaelson

Freya Mikaelson

Damon Salvator

  • Untitled Work (in progress/may never get done or named tbh)

Elijah Mikaelson

Teen Wolf

Derek Hale

  • Tell me You Love Me (in progress)
  • This Town (in progress)
John Murphy Imagine: Back

Not requested but inspired by @aya-fay

Summary: After Murphy ran away from grounders reader takes care of him. The next day when nearly whole camp gets sick reader does as well. Once she’s better she reassures Murphy that it’s not his fault and finally reveals how she feels about him.

Word Count: 1569

Originally posted by claracivry

“He’s back!” Harper bursted into our shared tent interrupting my peaceful moment since I was silently lying on my back starring at the ceiling.

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