May 3, 2018
@cockrch / @silcntmuscle
[ sms: murphy ] OMFG [ sms: murphy ] WHY ARE YOUR NAMES SO SIMILAR x_x [ sms: murphy ] I wish I could be around for this surprise later but sadly I’m about to die of embarrassment it was so nice knowing you
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@cockrch / @silcntmuscle
[ sms: murphy ] OMFG [ sms: murphy ] WHY ARE YOUR NAMES SO SIMILAR x_x [ sms: murphy ] I wish I could be around for this surprise later but sadly I’m about to die of embarrassment it was so nice knowing you
@silcntmuscle continued from (x)
Lou looks at him and guilt comes across her features. She had ruined his night this was a mistake, her mother was right she was just a burden. “I’m sorry I just couldn- couldn’t go home.” She told him, hiccuping. She moved to sit on his bed watching as he moved to the kitchen. “He’s drunk and it’s worse when he’s drunk but I already stayed at the Miller house twice. And Murphy got in trouble the last time he stayed over he said it was okay but it’s not. ‘M sorry I shouldn’t have come I can just go home I don’t want to be a burden. I’ll just I’ll go you probably have stuff to do anyways.” She insists before getting up. “I’ll be okay.”
@silcntmuscle || gv s.c.
“ johnnnnnn --” he says as he slides up beside his friend, cup of whatever he currently has sloshing over the lip of his cup and onto the front of his shirt. it joins a few other spots where he’s obviously missed his mouth or just not managed to hold his cup very well at all. “ tell me you’re feelin’ as good as i am, dude. and also let me take this moment to tell you that you are one lucky son of a bitch for getting the damn attic. asshole. ”
The 100 ( roleplayers ) starring delinquents
Bellamy Blake Jasper Jordan Octavia Blake John Murphy Fox John Mbege Bree Carter && Harper McIntyre
A response to THIS
She took a step forward, bringing her alongside him as he knelt down to her actual body with a brokenhearted expression on his features. Her own expression was sad, her eyes tear-filled and threatening to leave the same clean lines on her own cheeks to match his. Her eyes moved from her motionless, damaged body back to him, kneeling next to him, mere inches between them. “You should take your jacket.” She said softly, defeatedly, knowing he couldn’t hear her. “You’re in short sleeves, Bell, it’s going to be dark, and cold, soon.”
It had only taken a few minutes to realize he couldn’t hear her when she woke up- or rather, appeared- in the woods with him. Just long enough for her to turn, looking for someone that would hear her, and see herself, sitting against a tree as though she was sleeping.
She’d had a denial stage- she guessed everyone did- but it lasted only a brief second before the memories came back, recounting each bruise, each cut, each hole that had led to her death. She remembered his voice too, from her spot hidden behind the metal sides of the trash bin, praying he or Jasper would realize she was there, praying that Octavia or Clarke would at least mention her, check for life. But neither of those things happened, and now here she was. Her and her body both, looking significantly worse for the wear. She’d realized she was still in his jacket- she had a bone to pick about that, she wanted her clothes back, she was dead shouldn’t she be allowed to pick what she was wearing?- and it was what had sent her back to his side as he finished the grave and returned to her body.
He started wrapping her in a tarp, and she watched for a second before a weight settled on her shoulder, fingers curling lightly- reassuringly- around her shoulder, a familiar voice breaking the silence.
“Fox.”
Her vision blurred so quickly it was like being hit in the head. But it was tears, not pain, that blurred her vision as she turned to look up at the familiar face looking down at her. MBEGE. His hand lifted from her shoulder, turning palm up in an offering as Bellamy murmured familiar words to her body, and she accepted the hand and let him pull her to her feet so she could throw her arms around him, sobbing brokenly into the crook of his neck. His arms came around her- he could touch her were Bellamy couldn’t, the two gone in a way Bellamy hopefully wouldn’t be for a long time- and held her to him, a quiet ‘shhh’ trying to calm her. But the dam had broken, everything- the pain and guilt of Mbege’s death, the loneliness without him, the re-ignition of guilt when she’d had to tell Murphy, the fear from the mountain, the relief when Bellamy had saved her that only made the circumstances of her death all the worse, the loss of Bellamy and the rest of the delinquents that were still alive- all poured out against the background sounds of The Travelers Blessing in Bellamy’s deep baritone.
He didn’t rush her to stop crying, didn’t hurry her grief for more things than she’d be able to name, he just held her, soothing her quietly with the precious voice she’d never considered she’d get to hear again. Finally, the tears slowed, and she pulled back enough to sniffle back further tears, her cheeks wet and sticky, and another voice distracted her.
“Hey Fox.” She looked past Mbege, not withdrawing from his arms, to frown at Finn. Finn, their fun-loving peacemaker, was dead. She could only breathe his name, turning his smile sad. She realized they weren’t alone; Sterling ( gods no, not Sterling too ) smiled at her recklessly from next to Finn. Roma was leaning against a tree behind the boys, Wells standing at attention near her. Jessica and Guy, both dressed siimlarly in nothing like she was, but without her stolen jacket, hovered quietly near another tree, and Trina and Pascal exchanged a look with Atom. They were all here, all the lost kids. “You coming?” Finn asked gently.
She turned back to look at Bellamy, who had set her in the grave he’d dug and was slowly and methodically burying her. Tears started back down her cheeks again as she withdrew from Mbege to take a few hesitant steps toward Bellamy, their hands laced together but the rest of them no longer touching, and she shook her head softly. “I can’t leave him yet,” she whispered. “I’m not ready.”
Mbege’s hand squeezed hers. “You never will be.” She looked back to him, reading exactly how not-ready he’d been to leave Murphy, to leave her, to be gone. She fell back against him, her arms tight around his waist, still too aware of the sounds of dirt falling mere yards away from them.
“I’m sorry.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead and let her go when she moved again, this time crossing the distance between her and Bellamy, who had paused, leaning on the shovel with an broken expression that killed her. She reached up for him, the backs of her fingers milimeters away from his cheeks with stripes of dirt-smeared and tear-cleaned skin, wanting to touch him, but not knowing what would happen. Would he feel something, a breath of movement against his skin? Would he feel nothing, proving just how gone she was from his life?
“Bye Bellamy.” She withdrew her fingers without finding out, and a moment later her returned to the burial, the opportunity gone. “Be safe please.”
“Foxie!” Another voice that shouldn’t be there, Sterling’s voice, not as gentle, prodding her to move. “You comin’ or what?” Finn and Roma both shot him a scolding look, and Atom moved from his spot to nudge the other boy in his side.
It was Mbege that offered her his hand again, Mbege who’s hand she moved to take, and Mbege who she leaned into as his arm wrapped around her shoulders. And it was like that, tucked into the side of the boy she loved, that she left behind the boy she idolized, following the rest of the lost kids to whatever came next.
Mbege x Fox x Murphy
Send me a ship! || Accepting
@survivorbuiilt & @silcntmuscle
Who is a night owl: The boys over Fox, and if I had to guess, Murphy on a regular night, but I could see Mbege staying up to make sure Murphy falls asleep if he’s had a rough day. bonus points if you picture fox leaning against mbege with murphy’s head in her lap as she plays with his hair and rubs his temples
Who is a morning person: Fox! She’s a little morning fox all bright eyed and bushy tailed and making coffee and breakfast and waking the boys with kisses and cuddles
Are they cuddlers: Depends on everyone’s mood. Fox is always in a mood for cuddles tbh. Mbege and Murphy I can see being a little more reserved but giving in a lot to Fox, or just not stopping her when she cuddles up with them. I see her dragging Murphy in for cuddles a lot because she loves him as much as she does Mbege and doesn’t want him to forget that ever.
Who is the big spoon and who is the little spoon: Mbege’s the big spoon is this even accurate idek but it was the first and loudest thing in my head
What is their favourite sleeping position: Fox honestly will lay with the boys however they get comfortable. If she’s picking, she likes being sandwiched between the two boys. It’s her favorite, safest, happiest spot.
Who steals all the blankets: Fox doesn’t steal the covers, but she does kick them off a lot, and if she’s cuddled up to the boys guess who’s also losing their blankets. I can see Murphy rolling around to get comfortable and rolling himself up in the blankets and gradually stealing them from the others, which Fox never minds because she gets hot when she sleeps.
What they wear to bed: The boys boxers or sweatpants, Fox is usually in a pair of shorts and sometimes a tank, but most often she’s in one of their shirts just because.
Who likes seeing the other wearing their t-shirt: Mbege gets his stolen the most most, and I have little doubt he enjoys it (as long as it’s not something he wears super often) but I suspect Murphy might enjoy it more than he lets on. Plus when it’s Fox stealing the clothes she’s always sure to wash it after so they still have stuff to wear. Basically the house is one big communal closet oops.
Who falls asleep mid-conversation: Fox, especially on nights she’s worked long or double shifts. She tries so hard to stay up, to not miss a second of her boys’ talking, but she crashes out and feels super bad when she wakes up, no matter what nonsense they were talking about.
Who wakes up in the middle of the night with nightmares: Murphy. I can’t see Mbege or Fox really commenting on it unless Murphy feels like talking about it, Mbege just quietly reminds him where he is and Fox brushes the hair out of his face and kisses his cheek and they wait patiently for him to be able to fall asleep. Bonus points that if he can’t fall asleep they all move out to the living room to turn on a movie and either stay up all night together or crash together. Extra bonus that Fox does occasionally have nightmares, but she’s not prone to jolting in her sleep or making noise, so she usually wakes quietly and hopes she didn’t wake either of the boys and either falls back asleep with them or tries to crawl out of bed and sit in the living room for a while by herself until she’s calm again.
Who accidentally punched the other in their sleep: I’m… not sure? Fox doesn’t really flail, but she’s probably kicked the boys a time or two tbh getting rid of those sheets. Do either of the boys flail like that in their sleep Sammie?
Who can’t keep their hands to themself: FOX. She likes touching the boys in small ways. There’s not usually anything overly sexual to her touches, but there’s more a sense of ‘these are my people and I love them’. Like a moth to a flame kind of thing where she just likes reassuring herself they’re still there with her.
@survivorbuiilt & @silcntmuscle
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