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.
it had started, like it always does, with murphy saying some dumb shit. it’s almost as if he cant help himself. he always felt the need to put himself out there; to make himself known. but you, on the other hand, did not. you had far more important things to worry about than taking your damn bracelet off. like the shadows you saw move about in the trees. were they grounders, jumping around from tree to tree trying to spy on you? or simply birds, going on about their daily life? bracelets, knives and petty fights did not worry you. but somehow, this one did.
bellamy never seemed to stop yelling at murphy. and somehow, you felt sorry for the boy. sure, you’ve never spoken to him a day in your life, but you knew enough about him, and you sure as fuck new better than to get in his way. but today, somehow, was different. you felt the burning need to shut him up. the need for him to remember you, not as some silly girl who blends in easily in the background, but as a girl who wouldn't take shit. and today was your day.
you walked over to were a large crowd was forming around murphy and bellamy. their pointless yells echoed in your ears as you rolled your eyes, standing behind bellamy. “listen,” you start, but no one seems to adknoweldge you. “listen,” you say, louder. a few on lookers look at you in intrest, but not enough. “listen,” you practically yell, successfully gaining bellamy’s and murphy’s attention. you see, you hadn't really thought this far. you weren't expecting you’d actually go through with your thoughts.
“yes, Y/N?” bellamy asks, obviously annoyed that you’ve interrupted his daily argument session
“all this arguing, it’s not doing shit,” you turn to face the crowd, “we have better things to worry about. these damn bracelets,” you hold your wrist up, showing yours “they’re our life force right now. you take them off, you’re as good as dead. no one will come back for you. and fair enough if you don't want them. take them off. but please,” you turn to murphy, “shut the fuck up about it.”
“i think Y/N said it as good as any of us” clarke pipes up from behind you “we need these. take them off if you want, but if you do,” she glares at murphy “stop pressuring everyone else into following.” and with that she turns away, bellamy hot on her heels. the crowd disperses, sensing that their daily dose of drama is over, leaving just you and murphy. he glares at you like you’ve just slapped him round the face. he looks you up and down, opening his mouth to say something then closing it again, obviously deciding against it. he seems to decide on what to say as he looks at you, taking a few steps forward until he’s in front of you. “go float yourself” he whispers, pushing you out the way with his shoulder.
it was as if all the air had been sucked out of you, because it couldn't be. it just couldn't be. not john murphy. not him. but it was. and the burning ink in your wrist confirmed that. it was john murphy. but how the fuck were you gonna tell him?
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)
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.
“Yeah?”
“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.
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.
A/N: sorry about how long this took to post, i didn’t have much inspiration whenever i tried writing xx
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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.
“What do you think you’re doing with him?” He whispers to you, the boy turning around sluggishly. He notices you’re gone, and his eyes search the crowd but when he see’s you’re with Murphy, he gets another drink instead of getting you.
Glancing back, you feel Murphy’s lips brush your cheek. “Where else would I want to be?” You ask, trying to hid the smirk that makes it’s way to your red lips.
“You’ll know the answer if you kiss me.” Murphy replies, turning your hips gently so you face him. Your eyes focus on his as your chest begins to rise and fall.
“Hmm.” You pretend to think about it for a second, fully knowing that kissing him is something you’re always up for. No matter what happens, you always seem to find John Murphy. You’re not sure why, but you’re thankful for it.
“Face it.” Murphy leans closer, his forehead pressing against yours. “You want it. You crave it.” He corrects, making you bite the inside of your cheek.
“And what if you’re wrong?” You challenge him, knowing that you’re pushing him away but you feel like there’s nothing else you can do. If you let yourself admit to the feelings you have for this boy, it leaves you vulnerable.
“I’m not. I know you that’s why I like you.” Murphy states, his breath hitting your lips as your heart nearly stops, “You run in circles, you leave guys before they can leave you.”
“And?”
“And if you let me be with you, you won’t have a reason to run. You won’t get hurt.” He places his hands on you and you know it’s time to stop. You’re tired of the same circled paths you’re used to.
“You know me well, Murphy.” You laugh out loud, placing your hands on top of his cheeks.
Murphy doesn’t say anything, he just stands there wondering if this time the kisses will last. When you place your lips on his, he’s sent into a different universe. He’s not sure where he is but you always seem to find John Murphy. And he always finds you.
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
A/N: so many people wanted a part two so here it is ! whenever you send me an ask, message or comment saying that you enjoyed an imagine it literally makes me so happy omfgggg :))) thank you all so much ! (endings a lil cliff-hanger kinda lmao so maybe a part 3 if you all want it ? and thank you all so much for 50 followers! you’re all too kind !) (all gifs in this post were found on google!)
you absentmindedly sharpen a stick with your makeshift knife, the shavings going all over your mud caked shoes. you decide to take what you think is a well deserved break, chucking your stick onto the pile of others you had previously completed. standing up, you take a look around the camp. you still couldn’t quite believe you were here. on earth. you hadn’t really decided if you liked it yet. sure, you liked the smell, the air, the sense of freedom you never really had in the ark, but you weren’t particularly fond of the danger. of the grounders. of the constant, dull aching in your joints.
you walk around your pile of sticks, now set on finding clarke to tell her how amazing you were; when you hear the faint hum of her voice coming from your left. you jog over to the sound and lean against a tree, a few meters away from where people were gathering to see what was going on. she was speaking to the group about going to find the sacred mount weather. wells pipes up about something and you roll your eyes. wells infuriated you. it’s fair to say you disliked him, but so did everyone else in this shithole. he’s the counsellors son. why wouldn’t you hate him?
you raise an eyebrow when murphy pushes wells with his shoulder, just like he did to you yesterday. although you note that he did it a lot lighter to you. “alright, counsellor of earth”
“you think that’s funny?” wells questions. you can sense that it’s about to get good, so you leave your space by the tree and plant yourself next to clarke, giving her a confused look. your eyes shoot back to the scene when you hear wells’ body hit the floor with a large thump. clarke yells out to stop, but a boy holds her back, much to her distaste. you push yourself past the boy and raise an unimpressed eyebrow at the scene that’s unfolding out in front of you.
“you’re outta luck, wells” murphy smirks, and you glare at the back of his head. fuck this whole soulmate thing. no way. no fucking way.
“alright” murphy shrugs as wells stands up, his hands balled in fists in front of him. murphy lunges at wells and your heart stops as you push someone out the way so you too, are in the fight. you put a hand on wells’ shoulder and look over at murphy. whatever you were going to say now was tattooed on murphy’s wrist in thick, black ink, forever. part of you wanted to say something ridiculous like, ‘i like big dicks’ but another part of you realised that this was serious, and that you could have just witnessed murphy beat somebody half to death.
you settle on, “have you ever tried not being a dick?” and turn away sharpish so you can’t see his reaction. you look over at clarke and then back at wells “clarke will help you with your leg.”
“thank you” wells stutters out
“this doesn’t make us friends.” you say dismissively
“back to your posts, everyone” bellamy’s voice echoes throughout the forest and the crowd disperses.
“why are you here?” you turn around to face murphy and raise an eyebrow
“what do you mean?”
“why did they send you down here?”
“i made a bet. i lost it.” you shrug “it’s as simple as that. what about you?”
murphy looks you up and down “the government didn’t give me a choice” he looks down at the ground, kicking the dirt beneath him
you walk over to him, and before you can stop yourself, you take his wrist, examining the thick black ink. and sure enough, the eight words you had just said sat calmly on his wrist. ‘have you ever tried not being a dick?’
“that’s a life lesson right there. you should make a note of that.” you joke, and to your surprise he chuckles and takes your wrist in his hand. you note how gentle he’s being, almost as if he’s scared to break you or scare you off. he runs a finger across your tattoo, looking up at you after a while “i guess i could have said something nicer”
you raise your eyebrows and take your wrist back “how were you to know?”
a few seconds of silence fill the deep forest before you gather the confidence say something. “i don’t like you” you manage to get out.
he looks a bit taken back, frowning over at you “why?”
“you’re a dick. i don’t care what our damn tattoos say.”
he looks at you for a few moments, obviously trying to process what had just happened. “not soulmates?” he says after a while, holding out a hand for you to shake.
“not soulmates.” you agree, taking his hand in yours.
A/N: thank you all so much again for all your suggestions! (all gifs found on google!) I know the radio stories not vv believable but I wanted music and I had no idea how to do it so I just made it up :’)
reader wearing murphys jacket
teasing
bonfire
jealous murph
don't look at me, this is not my fault
you shiver slightly and lean closer to the raging bonfire which was burning in front of you. your eyebrows furrow as you notice the tip of a pointy stick poking out of the top of the fire. then another. and another. it dawns on you that those are your sticks. the sticks you put your blood, sweat and tears into sharpening. you let out an annoyed sound and turn your back to the fire, wrapping murphy’s jacket closer around you. murphy didn't know you had his jacket, but you’re sure he wouldn't mind. hopefully.
“hey soulie,” the cheerful voice of murphy comes from your left
“stop,” you groan, turning so you’re facing him
“stop what? wait is that my jacket?”
“yeah.” you tit your head slightly
“you do understand how cold I am, right?”
“sure,” you mumble, your eyes gazing up at the red toned sunset above. the sky’s your favourite thing about earth. back up in the ark, you never saw the sun set, creating magical blurs of colours at night. or in the morning, which was your favourite time to sit outside your tent and watch.
“whatever,” his eyes look you up and down “it looks better on you anyway.” he smirks. you roll your eyes and kick the dirt beneath you. “you want a drink?”
you nod, “yeah, please” and with that, he walks away. you’re glad to have a moment to yourself, but it’s short lived. a pair of arms wrap around you from behind and you squeal, taken aback.
“it’s just me,” oscar grins down at you, letting go of you. you and oscar knew each other in the ark. small smiles and short conversations were as much as you exchanged, but now, on earth, you were much closer. you talked a lot more as you always seemed to be on the same job as him, and you had to admit, he wasn't bad company. oscar was a laugh.
“jesus fucking christ oscar stop doing that” you chuckle, putting a hand to your chest, feeling the startled beat of your heart. he looks over at both your empty hands and raises an eyebrow
“have my drink, we cant have you going around empty handed, can we?“
“oh no it’s cool, someones getting me one” you decline his offer with a small smile
“well at least come and dance with me?” finn had found a radio in one of the bunkers not far from our camp when the acid fog came. raven was able to fix it slightly so you could hear music. admittedly, something’s wrong with it so it keeps on playing the same five songs on repeat, but they weren't bad. at least it was something to entertain yourself with.
“sure” you shrug, deciding you needed some fun. you let him take your hand and lead you to where a small dance floor was forming. you laugh at oscar’s weird dance moves but join in gleefully. he takes your hand and starts spinning you around, chuckling when you fall into his chest. you stand up and blush at your clumsiness, but jump back when someone pushes him. hard.
“dude what the fuck?” oscar regains his balance and pushes the boy back. that's when you realise who the boy is. murphy.
“fucks sake murphy” you groan under your breath. you don't have time to process what’s happening before you hear groans and see oscar wiping blood off his face. you know you should stop it but you cant. you cant move.
you hear murphy hiss in pain and that's enough to snap you back to reality.
“murphy stop!” you run over to him grab his arm, pulling him away, giving oscar an ‘i’m sorry’ look as you leave. you keep pulling murphy until you’re far away from the bonfire, but you’re still able to hear the faint pumping of the music. there’s a lantern hanging from a tree next to you. it provides just enough light to see the annoyed look plastered on murphy’s face.
“what the fuck was that?”
he doesn't answer, he just looks down at you
“well? you just fucking punched him”
“you’re mine.”
you stare up at him in disbelief. “how dar-” you don't get to finish your sentence before he pushes you back into the tree behind you. one hand tilitng your head up while the other leans against the tree, trapping you beneath him.
“you’re mine. i don't give a shit what oscar says. or bellamy. you’re mine.” your breath gets caught in your throat and you nod, not knowing what else to do.
his head moves closer to yours, so close that your lips graze against each others and you indistinctivly close your eyes. you move your body closer to his but he forcefully pushes you back against the tree. “no” he whispers.
you whimper and bring your hands up to murphy’s hair, opening your eyes to look at him. “do yourself a favour, Y/N,” he whispers across your lips, his fingers lightly tracing your jaw, “never do that again. got it?”
it takes you a moment to catch up with what’s happening. but you nod eagerly, just wanting him to kiss you.
he lets out a low chuckle, obviously knowing what he’s doing to you. and that’s when he does it, gently pressing his lips to yours. your hands pull slightly at his hair in a desperate need to pull him closer to you. but he pulls away, leaving you breathless.
“that’s payback, princess” and with that, he walks away, leaving you, breathless, behind him.
A/N: part three as so many of you were kind enough to request it! thank you to everyone who added in a suggestion as to what they thought should happen! i’ve chosen: (as always, all gifs in this post were found on google. credit to the creators)
- JELOUS MURPHY (because yes please)
- TEASING NICKNAME
- BESTO MURPHY
also, side note, someone requested a murphy smut which i think would go SO WELL with this story. if you all want it then perhaps i could include it in the next part or so? let me know! xox
“hey soulie” the cheerful voice of murphy fills your ears as you grunt and turn your back to the work you’ve been doing
“we’re not fucking soulmates”
“ahh yes, i forgot” he teases, leaning against the tree beside you
you sigh and dig the tip of the makeshift shovel into the hard ground beneath you so it stands up by itself. “can i help you, murphy?” you ask, raising a slightly annoyed eyebrow at the boy who stood before you
“oh no i’m just here to make sure you’re doing your work” a smirk spreads across his smug face
“don’t you have work to do yourself?” you question, tilting your head slightly
“yeah. this is my work”
“watching me is your work?”
“it’s the best kind, princess”
you search him up and down, looking for any kind of sign that he’s lying. a few seconds go by before you reply. “i’m talking to bellamy” you decide as you make your way down a slight slope, searching for the curly haired boy in the distance
“wait what?” murphy scrambles behind you, surprised at how fast you’re moving
“i’m asking bellamy if he can give you a proper job. didn’t you hear me?” you frown, trying to hide a smirk
“but, he’s the one who gave me the job!”
“and he’s the one who’s gonna take it away from you, sweetheart” you say as your eyes lock on bellamy
“bellamy!” you call out, smiling when he looks at you. you jog the rest of the way to him, still sensing that murphy is hot on your heels.
“Y/N?” he asks, his eyes looking over at murphy then back to you.
“yeah, hi, um did you by any chance give our favourite person, murphy, the job of stalking me?” you question, a small smile forming on your face when you hear murphy huff in annoyance.
“not just you. everyone. someone’s gotta make sure everyone’s doing their job” bellamy’s eyes flicker across your body and a small smirk makes its way across his face “you look warn out. you should rest.” his hand reaches out to touch your shoulder in a soothing motion. you feel a small smile sneak across your face and you nod, accepting his offer.
“yeah that’d be nice. thanks” you turn your head to your left and see murphy, a tight smile plastered on his mouth, along with a small, barely noticeable, glare aimed sharply at bellamy. it suddenly occurs to you that murphy could be jealous. it’s a small possibility but it’d be fun as hell if he was. you decide to test the idea as you turn your head back to bellamy “you could join me? if you’d like, of course” you add, wave of confidence washing over you at the thought of teasing murphy.
bellamy thinks about what you’ve just said for a few moments, opening his mouth to accept your offer when clarke’s cries catch both your attentions “bellamy get your ass here now.”
the curly haired boy shrug’s down at you empathetically “sorry. duty calls. maybe later?”
“yeah. later sounds good” you do your best to sound excited as you watch him slowly disappear into the crowd. it’s not long before murphy’s complaining begins.
“what the fuck? i’m right here” murphy says in disbelief, moving so he’s in front of you.
“oh so you are.” you smile innocently, looking up at him “jealous?” you tease
“i’m not jealous.” he answers, glaring down at you. you watch his adams apple as he swallows.
“good.” you reply, going up onto your tip toes. the confidence that you’d experienced earlier still hadn’t worn off yet, and so you were determined to get the most out of it while it lasts. you reach your hands up so you’re lightly cupping murphy’s face and bring it closer to yours. if any one of you were to learn forward slightly, your lips would touch. you look up at him through your eyelashes and tilt your head innocently, “because that would be bad, wouldn’t it, soulie?”
you allow yourself to fall back onto your feet and brush past him, going back to your work and leaving him behind you.
“do you think birds are scared of heights?” // JOHN MURPHY COLLEGE AU
request: hey i was wondering if i could request a murphy x reader AU? where they meet each other on the first day of college or at a frat party?? thank you!! - annon
warnings: sum language but it’s v minor
tags: @elizakomskaikru
A/N: i decided to go with the frat party ! hope this is okay, and i’m sorry this took forever ! :’) (gif found on google !)
your heart pumps to the rhythmic beat of the music, your body swaying along with the sound. it was your first frat party and it was just like what everyone had told you; except you hadn’t made up your mind if you liked it or not. sure, you enjoyed the music and meeting new people, but you weren’t too fond of the stickiness of the floor under your new shoes or the clammy bodies that kept pressing into you.
“hey! hey y/n!” the muffled voice of your friend, raven, caught your attention “i’m going upstairs,” she winks at you and then looks up at the man next to her, a mischievous grin crossing her face “see you in a minute.” she blows you a kiss and turns away, her body quickly being replaced by others, desperate to claim the extra space.
you look around and sigh, seeing that your other friend you came here with, clarke, had also left you. a bigger sigh escapes your lips when someone crashes into you, making the contents of your red cup spill over your hand and dress. you quickly decide that the crowed dancefloor isn’t appealing any more, and decide to set your self the task to try and find clarke and make sure she’s okay. you push your way through the crowd until you make it outside, taking a deep breath of fresh air. you look down at your dress to see a massive wet patch over your chest. you place your red cup down on a ping pong table next to you and walk over to a drinks table, managing to find some paper towels to mop yourself up with. you soon realise that there’s not much point and throw your now damp paper towel on the floor in frustration.
“trouble in paradise, princess?” a figure appears on the opposite side of the table you’re standing at. you allow your eyes to travel upwards and raise an eyebrow when you don’t recognise the figure standing over you
“and you are…?”
“murphy. want a drink?” before you can reply, he starts to open two beer bottles and hands you one “what’s your name then? or would you like me to keep calling you princess?”
“not really,” you take the beer and give him a thank you nod “y/n’s just fine”
“hmm yeah, i like princess more.” he takes a swing of his beer and looks over at you “nice dress”
you grunt in response and turn your attention to examining the large garden. you soon settle your eyes on a pool which people are carelessly jumping into
“feisty.” his eyes follow yours as he raises an eyebrow at the people in the pool “you looking for someone?”
“yeah actually, my friend clarke. you seen her?” you ask, taking a delicate sip of your beer. beer isn’t really your thing, but you weren’t gonna say anything.
“the one that bellamy’s making out with?”
“what?” you rush over to the pool nearly choking on your beer when you see her “clarke! we said we weren’t gonna do this!” you huff in defeat.
she looks over at you and winks, carrying on with her make out session. you feel murphy take a place next to you, “we can join ‘em if you want princess”
“it’s y/n, and no thanks” you turn round to face murphy “are you seeing this shit? i’m being ignored” you throw an arm up in frustration and storm your way back to the ping pong table your discarded red cup is chilling on. you lean on the table, taking a bigger gulp of your beer - because lets face it, at this point, you needed it.
a minute or two go by before you see murphy making his way over to you again “this is the last time i’m running after you so you better not move”
you hold up your free hand in defence “yes sir”
he chuckles and places himself next to you on the ping pong table “anyway, are you gonna tell me what happened to your dress?” he asks with a raised eyebrow, running his spare hand through his hair
you look down and shrug, “someone bumped into me and i spilt my drink” you explain, tapping a random tune on your glass beer bottle
murphy takes another swing of his drink and goes over to the grass infront of you. you watch in confusion as he lays down and places his drink beside him “you gonna join me, princess?” he asks, not bothering to look over at you. you do as he says and lay down next to him, looking up at the stars and the occasional bird flying over the sky
“hey,”
“yes, murphy?”
“do you think birds are scared of heights?”
“what?”
“do you think that birds are scared of heights?” he repeats
“are birds scared of anything? can birds even feel fear?” you question, turning your head so you can see him
“wait, let me ask them” he proceeds to do so by making a ridiculous ‘bird noise’. you cant help yourself but laugh at his attempt
