Hiya! I was wondering if you possibly wouldn't mind writing a (The 100) John Murphy x reader imagine? đđŒ đđŒ
Maybe John and reader stargazing one night (this takes place during season 1-2) and it's basically just a cute fluffy time between the two until they get caught up in a moment, nearly kiss and one of them nearly confesses their feelings but then gets too embarrassed and cuts the night off to go to bed.
I hope that makes sense, I dunno I'm kinda tired đđ đ
đđđ«đ§đąđ§đ đŹ: Fluff, mentions of like violence but very mild, tragic backstories but you guys know the drill.
đ/đ: I read this request and died thinking about how cute I could make this so I hope you enjoy it <3
Earth was beautiful. Ever since you'd landed you'd known that this was where you were supposed to be. The vegetation, the wildlife, all of it. You adored the world around you and the abundance it offered. You loved the way running water sounded, and the way it felt against your virgin skin. You relished in the way the wind would caress your face and sweep your hair back behind you. You got drunk on the feeling of the sun kissing your face in the early morning when you left your tent.
Most of all though, you looked forward to the stars. Looking up into the barren land you once called a home, and drinking in the beauty of it from a distance.
A twig snapping from behind you made you jump, pulling your attention away from the sky above you. You didnât need to turn to see who it was, and a small smile grew on your face as he sat down beside you, wordlessly.
Murphy, or John as you were allowed to call him when only his ears were around to hear it. The privacy the blanket of the night sky offered beat any makeshift tent back in your camp, and every night the two of you would sit and enjoy each others company, stargazing as it was called.
Some nights you would speak to each other, other nights you would sit and enjoy each others company in silence. It didnât really matter whether your words were involved or not - it meant something to both of you either way.
âThe stars are out again tonight.â You commented softly, taking his mind back to last night when a thick cloud cover had obscured them from your view. You had still sat and enjoyed the night, but it wasnât the same without those little beacons lighting up the sky.
âMmm.â He just hummed, sounding tired.
Not bothered or annoyed by you, just tired. He worked hard around the camp, and despite was people saw on the outside he was more than a snarky dickhead. You hated to say he was different with you, but he was. Maybe it was because you had taken the time to look past the rude exterior, and you hadnât let prejudice sway how you treated him when youâd first met him.
âLong day?â You asked, shifting your head to the side slightly to look at him. He looked exhausted, heavy bags and sunken cheeks. His face was downturned without emotion, and his eyes were empty despite reflecting the stars above you.
âYeah.â He nodded, adjusting to lay down beside you. You followed him, allowing your head to rest by his shoulder, brushing against it gently.
You felt his arm come around your shoulders, holding you. To anyone who stumbled out you would look like a love struck couple, but this was just your friendship with him. It was open and soft and gentle, all the things that he wasnât.
You loved him either way. You didnât know what kind of love you felt for him, at first it was platonic but now you werenât so sure. It didnât really matter - as long as he knew how you felt.
âYou ever wish you could still be up there?â He asked, breaking the silence.
âThe Ark?â
âYeah.â He turned his head to look at you, eyes twinkling with something you couldnât pinpoint.
âGod no.â You almost laughed. âWhy would I?â
âIt was easier up there.â He shrugged. âPeople hated me, but not the way they do down here. I didnât have to worry about being speared through the chest and strung up as bait, or how Iâd find my next meal.â
âI donât think it was easier up there.â You admitted. âI didnât have you up there.â
He squeezed your shoulder. âThatâs why it wouldâve been easier for you.â
He said it as a joke but you could hear the sincerity behind his words. It made you frown.
âYouâre perfect, John. Youâve made Earth so much better for me than you can even begin to understand.â
He was silent at your words for a moment, averting his gaze from yours, looking back to the stars for guidance.
A doubtful feeling grew in your stomach, as you wondered whether or not youâd said the right thing. He opened his mouth, as though he was about to say something but he was cut off.
A large crack of thunder echoed throughout the small valley you called home with the rest of the hundred. Droplets of rain fell from the sky, splattering onto your face, increasing with intensity every couple of seconds.
âWe should head inside.â Murphy said, standing abruptly. Rain shook from his hair and clothes as he stood, reaching down to offer you a hand up.
Youâd expected him to walk in through the gates with you but as soon as you were on your feet heâd turned and walked off, a nervous, almost shy, air about him that youâd never seen before.
You looked to the stars one more time before heading inside, but they were gone, once again buried beneath the rain clouds.
A small sigh left your lips as you trudged inside, already looking forward to your next stargaze with John.
Here is the closed masterlist for all The 100 works.
Better Luck Next Time
(season 1 setting) Murphy is undeniably in love with Fem!Reader. She never takes the bait, resulting in a teasing relationship between them. All of this changes one night.
Is This Enough?
(season 1 setting) Bellamy catches Fem!Reader outside of the walls
Warnings: Cursing, mentions of sex, kissing, groping
A/N: Hi, hello, I havenât written fic in a very long time please be nice to me.
Word Count: 1,750
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âBellamy, you dog!â You exclaim as you push his shoulder. He had just told you about another one of his nightly conquests, only this time it involved more than just one person.
âYou know you love it,â he says as he wraps his arm around your shoulders pulling you into his side.
You grab his hand thatâs resting on you and throw it off before hip bumping him away. âI can say, for a fact, that I do not, in any way, love the slutty stuff you do,â you tell him over your shoulder as you start to walk away.
âYou just wish that you could be apart of the slutty stuff, huh?â His question comes with a grin and the grabbing of your hip to pull you back to the conversation.
âOh please, I could get anyone on this campsite, and you know it,â and with a wink, you saunter away from him.
The truth is you could get anyone to sleep with you, male or female. Every single one of the delinquents wanted you in some way or another. Your sarcastic, flirty personality invited all types of people in, then your underlying sweet side kept them on the hook. If you were three percent less of a good person you could manipulate everyone and gain control as their leader.
But thatâs not what you want. Truth be told there was also only one person you really wanted to be with. John Murphy.
Walking toward the drop ship you take a seat in the shade with your back resting against the metal. You missed the ark more than you thought you would. Murphy and you had a thing back up on the ark. It started before either of you had been locked up. You two had been⊠well not quite dating, but also more than just friends. He was there for you when your anxiety became overwhelming, and you were there for him when his father got floated. You helped each other through the rough times.
There were also nights when you two were doing more than just comforting the other. Where you would lock yourselves into your room and let each other explore the otherâs body, hands roaming wherever they pleased. Although youâre flirtatious and have had countless suitors, Murphy has been the only one able to bed you and youâd like to keep it that way.
Everything changed when you came to the ground though. It was a lot harder to find alone time with him when everyone was either off setting up camp or causing trouble. And Murphy was really good at causing trouble.
âY/N!â A voice calls out to you. Looking to your right you see him, the boy consuming your thoughts.
âYeah, Murphy?â You raise an eyebrow at him, even though youâve only been on the ground for a few days itâs felt like heâs been ignoring you. He leans against the wall, arms crossed over his chest.
âI didnât know you had a thing for the king over there,â he snidely says, head motioning towards where Bellamy was standing and flirting with his next victim.
âExcuse you?â You question him.
âDonât act so innocent, I saw you and him today. I also heard about his escapades last night. Hope you had fun,â he spits the word fun at you like itâs poison.
âFirst off dick head, you should know Bellamy isnât my type. Second, you should also know that I donât share. Third, if I had gotten into bed with him,â you stand up and start walking just so you can bump him with your shoulder, âhow would that be any of your business?â You turn back to face him, your arms outstretched, begging him to answer your question. But you continue before he can even form a thought. âBecause it seems like youâre the one whoâs in bed with him, guard dog.â The last words are spit back at him with just as much poison that he had for you.
âI am not his guard dog, and youâre the one whoâs been flirting with every person with a heartbeat.â He takes a step closer to you, voice low and angry.
âSeriously? You think I care about any of them?â You match his step with one of your own, you two are almost chest to chest now, mere inches separating you from him.
âWell, it sure seems like you donât care about me,â Â his voice has lost its anger, instead a twinge of sadness is showing. Even though youâre only a breath away from each other his eyes wonât meet yours.
âGod, you really are a dumbass Murphy. Youâre the only one Iâve ever cared about.â You grab his face, forcing him to look at you.
âThen why arenât you acting like it,â he takes ahold of your arm, prying your hand from his cheek. He doesnât let it go quite yet, he needs to hear your answer, he needs to know that you truly care for him. Care unlike any before you has.
âYouâre the one who refuses to talk to me. Iâve been trying to get your attention since we landed but youâve been to busy trying to be the camp badass.â
âI-â Murphy looks down again, thinking of what to say, a way to justify his actions. âI just didnât know if you wanted to be with me the way I want to be with you. It was different on the ark,â his hand that isnât holding yours runs through his hair, âwe had a set time limit of being together. Eventually one of us would turn 18 and that was it, we knew what our future held. Down here? Nothing is for sure, and Iâm-â he changes his grip on your hand so your fingers are intertwined, âIâm scared. I just didnât want to let everyone know that.â
You let out a sigh and take your hand out of his. He finally looks up at you, shock, fear, and sadness cover his face. You grab his shoulders and pull him into a hug, your hands wrap around the back of his neck as you bury your face into his skin. He pulls you even tighter into him, arms around your waist, his head resting on top of yours. Thatâs where you stand. You have no idea for how long or for how short, but you stand there pressed against one another.
You understand now, how could you not? Youâre scared out of your mind too.
âMurphy, youâre not the only one thatâs terrified. We all are. Weâre just trying to distract ourselves from all of this madness.â You havenât let go of him, just lifted your head enough to look him in the eyes, so he can see your sincerity.
âEven you?â He looks at you, a smirk finding its way onto his lips.
âMe? Scared? Only in your wildest dreams.â You take a step away from him with a wink to follow.
âDoll, let me assure you that youâre feeling a very different emotion in my dreams,â he says as he grabs your waist, his grip is tight on you. Heâs not willing to let you go quite yet.
âWhat emotion is it then? Anger? You make me feel that one quite often,â you counter his touch with one of your own, grabbing the back of his neck. You donât know when this became a competition, but youâre definitely going to win it.
âI can get you fired up in a different way,â his hand slides from your waist to your ass, grabbing it tighter than he had before.
âI doubt it,â you lean up to whisper in his ear, âI donât think you have the skill.â
Thatâs all it took for him to give in. The next thing you know your back is against the drop ship and his mouth is on yours. Your hands move to his hair, pulling on the strands on the base of his neck.
His hands are wandering all over you, moving from one place to another faster than you can keep track of. Theyâre on your waist, your thighs, your breast, anywhere he can grab on to you. Heâs not only doing it for pleasure but to make sure youâre really there. That his seemingly perfect match is real. That youâre real.
You match his ferocity with your own, lips moving in perfect, fast-paced synch before you break away. Your lips move down his neck- sucking, kissing, licking until you find the spot. The spot that makes someone go weak in the knees. For him, it's right where his neck meets his shoulder. You continue to suck his sweet spot, determined to leave a hickey, to let everyone know he belongs to you.
He hoists you up by the back of your thighs, instinctively you wrap your legs around him. You can feel everything in this position, and he makes sure of that as he thrusts his hard-on into you. Breaking away from his neck you lean your head against the wall, gasping.
Itâs his turn now to coat your neck in kisses. Little moans and whimpers fall from your lips, his kisses combined with his thrusts are driving you up the wall. You were desperate for him. It had only been a few days, but they were enough to make you miss him more than you ever thought possible.
You grab him once again, pulling his lips back to yours. Moving your hand down, down, down you feel his core muscles contracting underneath his shirt before you reach your destination, the top of his pants. Carefully you go to slip your hand-
Snap. The sound of a branch breaking brings you out of your pleasure filled moment. Murphy stops once the sound registers with him, he lets go of you- letting your legs hit the ground so youâre standing once more.
âWell, that was fun,â he smirks down at you, his hand is on the wall next to your head keeping you close to him.
âItâll be even more fun when you join me in my tent tonight,â you say as you slip under his arm and walk back towards camp.
âI donât remember agreeing to that,â he stands in the same place you left him, staring at your retreating form.
âWell, you would be a fool not to,â you reply, not even looking at him over your shoulder. You didnât need to, you know heâll be there.
A/N: Writing for season five was interesting! Requests are open!
Word count: 1,160
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You duck out of the way of the fist flying towards you before dropping to the floor. Sweeping your leg around it comes into contact with your opponentâs shins, knocking them to the ground. Standing up once more you wait for them to get up.
âYou need to focus,â you tell Murphy as he rolls over, pushing himself back onto his feet. âThink about what Iâm going to do next, not what Iâm doing right now.â
Echo wasnât the only warrior on the ship, you and her were alike in many ways. Both of you were kidnapped by Azgeda and forced to become fighters. Although Echo was determined to move on from her past, you chose to capitalize on yours. Skaikru accepted you after your banishment, in trade you taught their soldiers how to fight, how to win against the grounders. Now you were training Murphy until he decided to join everyone again, Bellamyâs orders.
âAgain,â you bark at him.
Lunging towards you Murphy grabs your arm twisting it behind your back and pressing you against the wall. With your free hand, you grab Murphyâs shirt. Itâs enough of a distraction for you to push one of your legs between his and kick it out from under him.
âYou keep getting me on the ground, trying to tell me something?â His smirk says it all. Murphy doesnât like feeling weak, so flirting is how he gains control.
As he goes to stand you kick his chest forcing him back to the floor. You drop to your knees next to him, throwing a leg around his waist youâre now straddling him. Grabbing his wrists you place them above his head. Heâs trapped.
âYeah, Iâm trying to tell you,â leaning down to whisper in his ear, âyou suck at this,â you say. Two can play at his game.
Suddenly he flips you so youâre the one on the bottom now. âWhat was that about anticipating the next move?â
God, did that stupid smirk ever leave his face? Your knee meets his crotch in retaliation, catching him off guard. He rolls off of you, groaning and clutching his balls in pain. Men are so weak.
The entire reason you were doing this was to lift Murphyâs spirits and get to the bottom of his isolation. Bellamy was convinced he was depressed and needed someone to talk to, and to his credit, you were pretty sure he was right. Every time you tried to talk to him about anything other than fighting he deflected you, changed the subject or made a flirty comment.
âThat,â he points at you, âwas not okay.â
âYou had a weak spot, I found it,â you sit up and shrug your shoulders at him.
âSo, do you think I couldâve been an Azgeda warrior?â He rises to a sitting position so heâs face to face with you, knees almost touching.
âOh John Murphy, you wouldnât stand a chance,â you tilt your head at him, tone as condescending as they come.
âI think I held my own against you,â he leans in, eyes glinting with mischief. Itâs a look you havenât seen on his face in a long time, for a moment it takes your breath away.
âYeah, when I was holding back,â you rise from the ground holding a hand out to him, he grasps it and you pull him up to you.
âYou keep telling yourself that,â he bumps you with his shoulder. You look over at him, no matter how hard Murphy tried to hide what he was feeling you could always see through him. It came with being a spy. Right now he was trying to hide a sadness, one that had been within him for a long, long time.
âIâll tell myself that for as long as you tell yourself youâre okay,â the gleam in his eyes leaves when your words register. He really thought he had fooled you, made you think he was okay when heâs so obviously not. You didnât need to be a mind reader to know he felt alone and unneeded.
âMurphy, you know we all care about you, right? Weâre all scared too, Iâve never seen anything but the ground, being in this metal death trap we call a home terrifies me,â your hand automatically finds his arm rubbing soothing circles into him. Â
âIâm not scared,â he shakes your hand off of him, âI just-â
He cuts himself off, keeping everything concealed like heâs done his whole life.
âDonât feel needed,â you supply him with the words he was looking for. A sigh leaves his lips. âIâm sorry if I ever made you feel like that, it wasnât my intention. I know what it feels like to be unwanted. I never want you to feel like that.â
âItâs not you Y/N, youâve always been there for me,â he looks you in the eyes when he says that.
Truth be told you two had been there for each other. You met him in Arkadia before John had joined Jaha on his journey. He and you were⊠ dating you guess? You had never really had a lover, let alone a boyfriend, before, warriors werenât allowed to enjoy frivolous pleasures of the skin. Instead, they were to be dedicated to defending the throne. Being with Skaikru was the first time you finally felt free. And being with John was the first time you finally felt heard.
He felt the same way, no one had given a damn before you. But then he met Emori. You couldnât blame him for falling for her, she was gorgeous and misunderstood- just like him. But now, it was just you two here like how it used to be, how it was supposed to be. Emori had kicked him out, she knew what was wrong just not how to help him; this was a problem she couldnât relate to.
âAnd I will always be here,â you grab his hand in yours. âMurphy, I want to talk to you, to know what you feel. Whatâs happened to you since the last time we actually got to talk?â
âA lot has changed,â he only says three words but they reveal defeated he is. He turns back to you, you can see his walls coming down in front of you, brick by brick. Murphy is broken, but youâre determined to help him put himself back together again.
âSo tell me all about it,â you ask of him.
And thatâs what he does. You both go back to your room and he divulges everything thatâs happened to him. He puts the darkest parts of him on a platter, there for the taking. You devour them. In turn, you display your own demons, the ones that have followed you since your childhood. The night ends with the two of you passed out in your bed, as you slept you gravitated towards each other, when you awaken in the morning youâre clutching one another.
Prompt Nr 38: âDid they hurt you?â
âIâm gonna stay with himâ, you told Bellamy, who looked like he didnât think that a good idea at all.
âI already touched him, Bellamy. If heâs contagious, then I have it anyways. Do you really want to position someone else?â
He seemed to think for a minute, before he eventually sighed and nodded. âDo that.â
Behind him Miles, who had pressed a cloth against his mouth and nose, scoffed. âDidnât I tell you?â But thankfully Bellamy ignored him and just walked out of the dropship, whereupon Miles quickly followed him. Why should he stay any longer with the contamined traitors.
Doing your best to refrain from spitting on him, you turned back to John Murphy, who, still smeared in his own blood, leaned against the wall, and eyed you suspiciously.
âWhat was that?â, he asked, and you rolled your eyes.
âHe doesnât like me very muchâ, you simply answered and watched him cough up blood for the third time of that day. Quickly you handed him a cup of water, stabilising him, until he could breathe normally again.
âYeahâ, he groaned. âI figured that much.â
You placed the cup next to you, and sat down in front of him. All the while still keeping your distance.
âYouâre not gonna explain it thenâ, he asked, watching you out of tired eyes. The virus didnât let him sleep. Or maybe his wounds. You didnât want to think about it.
âI had a smallâŠdisagreement with some people. Mostly Miles and Connor.â
It was silent. He waited for you to continue.
You sighed. âI thought it unfair to ban you. You hadnât done anything. So I tried to convince them to let you back in, then they tried to ban me, too⊠and then they tried to convince me to go deliberately. Or âthey would make meâ.â
He didnât answer immediately, and you already wanted to change the topic when Murphy shifted a little, and finally spoke, his voice unusual sharp.
â Did they hurt you? â
Surprised by this question you could do nothing at first but shake your head.
âNot really. Iâm tougher than I lookâ, you tried to joke, getting the conversation back into more pleasant fields. If something like that actually existed on Earth.
âReally?â, he asked, obviously doubting that and you were just about to retort something, when he started coughing rather heavily again. âWell, Iâm still here, right?â, you said, when you suddenly felt something wet in your face. And before you had looked at your hand, you could see it in Murphyâs face. Slowly you looked at the blood that had just started to drip out of your nose. âShit.â
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