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Not gonna lie, I'd take the chip to the city of light in a fkin heartbeat.

"how's your arthritis"

Gone bitch

"hey how do you feel about (insert person who led me on for 3 YEARS)"

Blissfully, WHO?

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they’re each others sumthins’ 🤨

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You didn’t even see the signs.

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Spoilers for Season 7 if you haven't seen it yet

Seriously its about THE LAST EPISODE proceed with caution

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So. Raven goes in to take the final test after Clarke fucked up to nobodys surprise. Clarke saw Lexa. Makes sense. Raven saw Abbey. Also makes sense ig but why the hell didnt raven see Sinclair???? He did everything for her and didn't hurt her the way Abby did so why wasn't it him? Im genuinely distressed about this

Sinclair literally loved Raven so fucking much and not only did he get killed off he also didn't get to see Raven again. We all know he visits when she has the brain thing but like HE SHOULD HAVE BEEN THERE IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN HIM YOU CANNOT CHANGE MY MIND. Forver heartbroken ab this.

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Find yourself someone who won't let you die

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MAKE ME CHOOSE ▸ @kindclaws asked: Monty Green or John Murphy

We just saved your lives. Why do I feel like I’m gonna regret that?

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can we talk about murphy’s eyes?

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the 100 incorrect quotes

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Just for tonight Look inside and spark that memory of you (for @supernovablake ♡)

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Bellamy Blake x Reader

Prompt: “If you had asked me to stay, I would’ve.”

Warnings: Angst; Swearing

You had been walking around Arkadia, talking amongst the people of the camp. Your newly given guard jacket felt heavy on your shoulders considering it was a size too big. They chose to make you guard after Bellamy had upped and left out of nowhere. At first Kane was skeptical, you had been pretty tore up after the older Blake sibling left but you kept on a strong facade.

“How are you feeling?” you turned around at the sound of Kane’s familiar voice. He stood behind you with a soft smile as he looked you over in the guard uniform.

You sighed softly and averted your gaze to your boots before looking back up at Marcus. He asked this every day even though it had been nearly three weeks since Bellamy was gone. “I’m fine. Tired, but fine,” you answered and shrugged a bit.

Kane opened his mouth to speak again but he was interrupted by the sound of the alarm going off at the gate, signaling someone was outside or between the wall and the tree line.

You and Marcus ran side by side to the gate, an assault rifle being thrusted into your hands. “What do we got?” you called out as you checked the gun to make sure it was loaded and ready.

“We saw something along the tree line, it’s started moving into the pasture. Possibly a Grounder,” Miller answered you and stepped forward with his own gun ready.

You nodded and positioned the gun on your shoulder before ordering the other guards to open the gate. Everyone was under your command, no one allowed to fire unless you said so. The gate opened slowly and you stepped forward, peering into the scope on your large gun that magnified your view.

You turned slowly, examining the large open expanse before the trees started. You stopped when you saw movement just over the small hill and you walked forward until you could see clearly. You stopped dead in your tracks and stared into the scope in shock.

“(Y/N)?” you could hear Miller ask but your heart was beating so fast you could barley hear your breath.

“Hold your fire!” you yelled out and dropped your own gun to your side, turning your head and meeting Kane’s eyes. “It’s Bellamy. Someone get Abby Griffin!”

In a rush, guards and people from medical ran past you and out to meet Bellamy who was limping and badly beaten. You walked back to the gates, thrusting your gun into Monty’s arms who looked at you in worry. You kept walking past him, Bryan and Harper and kept your eyes forward.

“Send him to the interrogation room as soon as possible,” you called to them as you continued to walk to the Ark. Monty called your name in protest but you turned your head sharply and shouted, “That’s an order!”

Once you were in the safe confines of the Ark’s walls, you felt like you couldn’t breath. You were sucking in deep breaths and stumbling against the wall as tears burned in your eyes. You let out a scream and slammed your fist into the wall, hearing your bones crunch against the thick metal.

You walked quickly to the interrogation room and slammed the large door behind you. You pulled your jacket off quickly and threw it against the wall. You leaned over the table and put your head in your hands, tugging at your hair as tears fell down your cheeks.

Bellamy left you, without saying a word, without a goodbye. He just left. Now he was back, limping in beat up like nothing happened. He waltzed right out the doors without looking back and broke your heart. You spent all this time trying to mend it and it was being shattered all over again.

You paced the room for what felt like forever, chewing on your bottom lip as you waited for someone to bring Bellamy in. After another few minutes, there was a knock at the door. It opened and Kane stuck his head in, meeting your puffy eyes. “Are you sure about this?” he questioned.

With not of your head, the door was opened the rest of the way and Bellamy stepped into the room. Your heart was pounding against your rib cage as his eyes locked with yours and he swallowed thickly. The door was shut behind him, leaving the two of you alone in the eerily silent room.

“(Y/N)-” Bellamy started but you raised your hand to silence him and shook your head.

“Don’t, you don’t get to speak right now,” your voice was hard as you glared at the dark haired male in front of you who pressed his lips together. “Where were you Bellamy? You just leave without telling anyone? You couldn’t even say goodbye? You didn’t tell anyone where you went, for three weeks a search party looked for you. For three weeks I was heartbroken and worried sick. For three weeks I was ALONE. You left me Bellamy!” your voice broke when you finally said his name and you looked away.

Bellamy stood before you, guilt ridden on his face as he stared at the floor where your feet were. He didn’t know what to say without making everything worse. He never meant to hurt you, he thought you didn’t care that he left.

“If you had asked me to stay, I would’ve,” Bellamy spoke softly, rubbing his hand on the back of his neck.

You turned and looked at Bellamy in disbelief. “Are you fucking kidding me? I never should have had to ask! I loved you, you idiot!” you screamed at him, all of your pent up anger and emotion coming out. You now had tears streaming down your face but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care. “I was in love with you and you left,” your bottom lip quivered as you spoke.

Bellamy finally stepped forward, his larger frame towering over yours as his hands reached up and cupped your cheeks. Bellamy forced you to look him in the eyes as his own looked glossy with unshed tears. He sniffled slightly as his thumbs traced your jawline slowly.

“You were in love with me?” Bellamy asked softly, his voice barely above a whisper. “Or you are?”

You stared up into the chocolate brown eyes that belonged to the love of your life and you held onto his forearms as he caresses your face. You but your lip and sighed softly as your thoughts ran a mile a minute. “I am in love with you, you idiot,” you finally answered, causing you both to smile.

Bellamy leant down and pressed his lips to yours softly, his hands holding you close to you couldn’t get away. You stood in the quiet room as you kissed the man of your dreams. The two of you still had a lot to talk about but in that moment you didn’t care. All you focus on was that moment felt as your lips moved perfectly in sync with Bellamy Blake’s.

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As shitty as Mt. Weather was I would've loved a scene of Jasper and Monty hanging out with Maya and just trying foods and drinks they didn't have on the arc like the absolute shock for carbonated drinks or like pizza idk. We get the cake scene but it would've been so damn cute if there was more

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CUUUUUTEEEE

Sound of Silence

for @cordelia-stark-jones hope you like this honey!

AN: Quiet doesn’t necessarily mean shy or cowardly, and the reader has just about enough of being underestimated like that. Characters: John Murphy, Bellamy Blake, Clarke Griffin, OC Delinquents Pairing: Murphy x reader Spoilers: None Warnings: Canon non-compliant  

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“Morning House Mouse,” Bellamy called as he walked past you and into the dropship, “still not talking I see?”

You rolled your eyes fondly at the older man and went back to work cataloguing all of Clarke’s medical supplies.

“She talks, Bellamy.” Clarke reminded, “She just doesn’t talk to you.”

“Or Mbege, or Atom or Finn or literally anyone who isn’t you.” Bellamy corrected without any real malice.

Things were quiet and peaceful at camp for once, and neither of your leaders were particularly keen on ruining that with more pointless squabbling. Bellamy took his usual seat, lounging on the makeshift couch next to the door, and began giving Clarke his report on the repairs of the wall, namely that progress was slow but it wasn’t a complete waste.

You tuned this conversation out and went back to cataloguing, humming to yourself absentmindedly as you worked. Soon enough, the sound of someone approaching broke you out of your reverie and a familiar face made its way into the dropship.

“Morning Oh Fearless Leaders,“ John Murphy crooned, giving you a sideways smile as he did, “morning Y/N, you’re looking lovely today.”

You blushed and shook your head, “Morning Murphy, still being a complete menace?”

Bellamy choked on his water as sat up, his eyes wide and disbelieving. Seemingly at a loss for words, he pointed between you and Murphy, his eyes watering from the choking.

“You spoke!” he eventually exclaimed, “You spoke! She spoke-did you he-she spoke!” he turned to Murphy, “You made her speak.”

Murphy shrugged and gave you an exaggerated wink. You giggled and went back to your work mumbling ‘menace’ under your breath as you did.

“I told you,” Clarke smiled, “she does talk, just not to you.”

Bellamy made an indignant noise and began to argue with Clarke. You tuned this out as well, too used to this kind of good natured debate to be really worried. Murphy leant his elbows on the counter you were working on and watched for a while. This also wasn’t unusual, but you’d never quite gotten used to looking up and having him so close, it was exhilarating and nerve-wracking all at once.

“You’d think that by now they would’ve just given up and had sex, huh?” he commented casually, gesturing to Bellamy and Clarke with his head.

You made the mistake of looking up and regretted it as soon as his ice-blue eyes met yours and your face flushed bright red again.

Embarrassed, you looked back down and shrugged, “I thought Clarke and Finn were a thing.”

“Oh, they are.” Murphy continued, effortlessly cool and collected, as usual, “but some things are just inevitable. Finn’s too…goody goody for Clarke. She’ll eventually get bored of him and then, voila, the Bellarke moment we’ve all been waiting for.”

You snorted and looked up again, “Bellarke?”

“Yeah, Bellarke,” Murphy explained, leaning closer, ”Bellamy and Clarke, Bellarke. Come on, that’s pretty clever, right?”

You weighed the options in your mind before giving John a bright smile to signify that you agreed.

“Knew you’d see things my way.” He said, obviously pleased, “Listen, come find me later yeah? I feel like you and I haven’t spent much time together recently.” He looked down and, for the first time, looked nervous, scratching the table with his nails to avoid making eye-contact, “I miss you.”

You tried not to smile at that, but put your hand on his comfortingly, “I’ve missed you too. As soon as I’m done we’ll hang out okay? Just like old times.”  

Murphy smiled and rapped the wood of the table with his knuckles as he left. You tried to put his smile out of your mind as you worked, chuckling every time Bellamy or Clarke made a particularly witty comment.

The day passed quickly enough and, eventually you relented and began to talk to Bellamy, which made him almost comically happy. He was good company, Bellamy Blake, quick to laugh and generous with his humour, and before long it felt as though you’d always been friends.

“So,” he eventually asked, “what’s with the whole Not Talking thing you do?”

You shrugged, “People tend to be more honest when they think you’ll never tell anyone their secrets.” You admitted, “So I let people believe I’m mute. The more they underestimate me, the safer and more powerful I become.”

“Is that so?” Bellamy asked

“Oh, most definitely,” you assured, “You wouldn’t believe all the things I know about the people in this camp.”

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 The ground was damp beneath your feet when you finally left the dropship. The sound of laughter and the steady hum of movement wrapped around you like a blanket and it was, after all this time, a comforting sound. It had been almost two months since the grounder attack and, in that time, the camp had grown strong again.

You stopped and leant your head back so that the heat of the evening sun could leach into your skin and warm your bones. John had always said that you were bred for the cold, that your bones were made of ice and your blood ran a few degrees colder than anyone else’s, but in reality you liked the sun more than most. You were still and silent, but you weren’t really cold, not by nature. You’d learned to listen and bide your time the hard way, and you refused to apologise for it.

John said that that was part of your charm and that your silence made everything you said more important. When you’d first been shoved roughly into a cell, it’d been John Murphy who’d comforted you. He’d made sure that you were fed and treated properly and he’d never pushed you to talk before you were ready to, nor mocked you for your silence. You’d loved him for that.

Suddenly, you heard the bark of cruel laughter that singled out Roberto, a bully who’d had it out for Murphy since his banishment.

“Still here are you, traitor?” the boy spat, something glinting evilly in his hand.

“I don’t want any trouble,” Murphy said quietly.

Your heartrate increased as you strode towards the boys. John was surrounded, five of Roberto’s cronies formed a loose circle around him and, as far as you could see, Murphy had nothing to defend himself with.

“Well, you should’ve thought of that before you sold us out to the grounders then, shouldn’t you?” one of the others sneered.

“Yeah, we lost a lot of good people thanks to you. From where I’m sitting, it seems like we’d be justified just slitting your throat right now.” Roberto threatened.

Quick as a flash, someone had Murphy’s arms pinned behind his back and Roberto had a knife pressed to John’s throat. You pushed your way into the circle, which broke before you out of pure shock. You put your hand on Roberto’s arm. Murphy’s eyes flicked to yours quickly, filled with panic.

“Stay out of this Ghost Girl,” a boy warned.

“Let him go,” you said, letting your voice ring out through the camp, “let him go or I swear to God I’ll snap you in two.”

For a long moment the boys just stared at you in shock.

“Oh? And how would you manage that?” Roberto asked, his voice quivering lightly. He was afraid, merely because you were such a mystery.

“Quite easily I should think.” You answered, “After all I did kill two guards. It took another four to take me down.” You explained, “One girl against six grown men. Would any of you like to see how you’d fare?”

Without another word, the boys dispersed, and Murphy was safe. You felt your body relax and you pulled the boy into a tight hug.

Murphy squeezed you tight, laughing with relief, “You’re amazing, you’re absolutely amazing.”

 “Are you alright?” you asked after you released him, “Did they hurt you at all?”

“No, no, I’m alright.” He promised, “Thanks to you. Y/N, honestly you’re the most awe-inspiring person I’ve ever known.”

“You didn’t think I’d let them hurt you, did you?”

Murphy’s eyes softened and, for a long moment, he looked sad.

“They’re right though, all those people who died; they died because of me.” He said softly.

You shook your head, “Murph, they died because the grounders killed them, not because of you.”

“The grounders killed them because I told them how to. Their deaths are on my shoulders.”

“It’s in the past,” You promised, cupping the boy’s cheek with your hand and making his breath pause in his throat, “please, stop tearing yourself apart over it. What’s important now is that we fight for what we have left.”

“What do I have left?” he asked, his voice barely a whisper.

You thought for a moment, “You have me.”

“I do?”

“Yes, and I have you, don’t I?” you continued, feeling your heart beat like a kick drum in your chest.

John nodded, a hint of a smile on his lips, “You’ve always had me. Every day, since the moment we met.”

You leant up and captured his lips with your own, winding your fingers through his hair and sighing as he gripped your hips.

“I love you,” he whispered against your lips.

“I love you too,” you replied.

“You mean that?”

You looked up at the boy and smiled, “I mean everything I say John, I thought you knew that.”

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Space Princess

Request(s): can you please do an imagine with murphy using prompts 10, 22, and 25? thanks!

Was sup, love your blog, can you do xreader with Murphy #99. “You know you’re not invisible right?”

Hello!! Can I request one with Murphy number 10 on the most recent prompt list!! Thanks!! Your writing is great by the way

#25 with Murphy please! X

Paring: Murphy/Y/n

Word Count: 680

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Your hair was in knots, after landing and getting out of the drop ship with raven, it had made it a mess. The only thing that could get it out of the way was putting it in a bun. After Raven had reunited with her boyfriend Finn, you all went back to camp. You were given a tent right by the drop ship the 100 came down on.

Your hands twisted around, gathering all the hair so it was situated at the top of your head. Now a comfortable position, you secured it with an elastic.

“Stop doing that it’s turning me on”

Flipping your body around, you looked at the boy who’s voice spoke.

“who are you? you raised an eyebrow to the boy.

His mouth upturned into a smirk, voice smooth and slow, “Name’s Murphy Space Princess”

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To Save You

Prompt: Could you do a murphy imagine where he gets upset when he came back from COL to find out y/n is taken by Mount w?

A/N: Because some of you requested, i’ve decided to continue this series. Again if you’d like me to continue this series, let me know or I won’t.

Pairing: Murphy x Reader

Warnings: being held against your will

Bellamy followed cautiously behind Maya, his eyes searching all around. Groaning in fear, Maya turned to the man she has just met behind her, and whispered in a hush; “stop scanning. You need to at least act like you’re a guard.” She fussed; and embarrassed, Bellamy nodded. Though he hadn’t had to play the role of a guard since coming down to earth, he straightened with practiced ease and stepped just a few steps quicker so he could stand beside Maya.

“Are you sure she’ll be here?” Bellamy asked, anxious. Maya shook her head; “no. But before your friends were quarantined in her, this is where we took them.” She explained, silence followed before Maya nodded and held up her key-card, the both of them gained access in and Bellamy stared confused at the white hallways and doors. “If she’s here, she’s in one of the rooms.”

“Hey, you two!” Jumping slightly, the pair turned the other direction where a guard in the same uniform as Bellamy came stomping towards them. Bellamy anxiously looked at Maya, as if to ask what she should do she only shrugged in response. “Hello, Kael.” Maya greeted politely, the guard, known as Kael, only glanced at her with a polite smile before turning to Bellamy.

“You’re late, cadet.” He stated.

Bellamy turned to Maya who with wide eyes, nudged him silently. “Sorry- I um-”

“Safe the excuses.” Kael held up his hand; “next time, don’t be. I need to eat, so watch.” He said and with that, he sent a small wave Maya’s way and exited the hallway. Bellamy let out a breath he hadn’t known he’d been holding, and looking around he raised an eyebrow; “well that’s convenient.”

“Look through any of the doors,” Maya ordered. Nodding, Bellamy began searching through the doors, looking for you. He felt his heart spike when he saw your familiar head of hair, though your head was turned away as you seemingly struggled with something. “She’s here!” He called and Maya came running over, peeking through the hole, Maya fell silent and her eyes widened.

“That’s her?” She asked incredulously. Bellamy furrowed his brow, confused; “yes.” He replied; “why?”

“Cage talked about her… he said no one was allowed admittance in.” Her wide eyes turned on him and she shook her head; “I can’t let you into help her.” Bellamy’s heart sunk and he shook his head baffled, turning back to you, his eyes softened desperately when you slumped, hopeless and held your head in your hands. Still unaware of Bellamy’s presence, you felt despair fill you.

“Please, I just need to talk to her. Let her know she isn’t alone.” Pleading eyes turned on Maya, and with a guarded look your way she shook her head. Guilt filled within her and frustrated, she pressed her key-card against the keypad. “Five minutes. Five minutes before Cage comes.” She warned, opening the door for Bellamy.

Almost instantly you snapped up in surprise, fright filling within you at the thought of Cage being the one coming in. Though, your eyes widened and your mouth fell open in bafflement when it wasn’t Cage and rather Bellamy. Your eyes instinctively scanned him for injuries (him being one of your closest and kindest friends, yes it sometimes got of Murphy’s nerves) and more confusion filling within you when you saw his attire. “Bellamy…?” You whispered in shock; “what are you wearing?”

“I only have five minutes Y/N.” Bellamy explained in a rush. “Are you okay?” He asked as he stepped forward, he sat beside you on the bed and you leaned into the hug he offered you. You ignore the way your left arm strained against your restraints which had been changed, and leant into the warmth. He wasn’t John, but to know that Bellamy was alive and okay, made instant relief fill within you.

“I’m fine. Are you okay?” You asked.

He nodded; “Maya, she’s helping us;” he pointed to the girl outside and she offered a small smile. “I’m gonna get you and our friends out. I promise.” Bellamy swore, staring at you in a mild mix of fear and hope. Placing your free hand against his shoulder, you smiled reassuringly at him; “don’t worry about me Bellamy. Just get out friends out.”

“Y/N-”

“No Bellamy, I don’t care what happened to me. But you get them out. There’s something wrong with this place.” You explained, staring at him. With a smile, you nodded at him. Maya peaked her head in, staring worriedly at the both of you. “They’re coming, hurry.” She rushed and you smiled at him; “promise me.”

“I’m not gonna just leave you Y/N.”

“Bellamy, please…” You stressed, Maya made eye contact with you and stressed you turned to Bellamy. “Just promise me.”

“No, i’m not leaving you behind. I’ll get you out, besides, Murphy would kick my ass.” He smirked at you and cautiously he stood up, backing out of the room. You shook your head at him, frustrated but sent a knowing smile at him. Figures, he would go all out and be the hero.

Shutting the door behind him, Bellamy quickly moved to look as if he was taking watch. Maya stood next to him and he could feel her fear, bracing themselves Bellamy tried to ignore the feeling in his stomach when he heard the synchronized steps of the guards. Not long after did the door to the quarantine zone open up and in stepped a bunch of guards and a man in the middle. “Cage.” Maya greeted respectively bowing her head, Bellamy followed suit.

Cage stepped forward, his scrutinizing eyes floating before the pair. “President Cage now.” Was all he said. Shocked, Maya was quick to nod. “President.” She repeated.

“I’ve just heard an order of two separate people opening door ten.” He explained, eyes ghosting over Bellamy. Bellamy remained silent, not saying anything and keeping his head down. Maya gulped, quick to answer.

“Sir-”

“I requested specifically that no one but me or ordered by me enters that room.”

“I apologize. I misheard instructions and was just cleaning as I do other rooms.” Maya explained. She watched cautiously as Cage remained silents. Hands folded before him, his eyes scanned Bellamy one last time before nodding. “Yes, well don’t have it happen again. That girl is very important to me. I have big plans for her as you know.” Bellamy’s eyes widened and he felt a spike of panic as he thought of your well-being, he needed to be quick and get you out of there before something happened to you.

“Yes, president.”

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Imagine #109

Imagine you and John escaped from the enemies, so when you, both hurt, came to Arkadia, John asks Abby to help you first.

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He’s Cute...?

Anonymous Requested: Hey! I was wondering if I could request a Murphy imagine where he gets really shy and flustered around Y/N because he has a major crush on her. Super cute and fluffy! Thanks in advance.

Pairing: Murphy x Reader

Warnings: none.

Murphy was not known to be cute. Or cuddling. No, he was known to be abrasive and quite frankly, rude. It wasn’t really his fault, it was just how Murphy grew up. Taught to survive for only himself and care about only himself. It was because of his upbringing that made him this way.

That was… except for when he was around you. When Murphy found himself by your side or talking to you, he felt all the hardness, the shell, disappear. Murphy was a completely different person when around you, and everyone but you and him seemed to notice.

You didn’t noticed his change in behaviour because it was the only thing you knew. Murphy and yourself had been friends for years and he was always this way around you. But you knew of the stares and questioning glances your received, you even had Jasper come up to you and ask if you were a witch or something.

When Murphy was around others he was cold, harsh and mean.

When Murphy was around you he was gently, soothing and sweet.

You weren’t, in your eye, anything more than a friend to Murphy. Really close friends. But to him, you were more. Someone he wanted to be, and someone he never wanted to leave his side.

He acted this way not only because he had a crush on you, but because you made him a better person. Almost everybody agreed. Murphy was at his best when with you.

So as you sat by the fire, late at night and after a gruelling day of work, wrapped in Murphy’s arms… he didn’t care that you didn’t know his feelings. He didn’t care that everyone thought it was odd, how his personality changed. He didn’t care about anyone other than you.

And Murphy wouldn’t have it any other way.

short but sweet :)