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talesofphantombandits · 9 months ago
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Star Crossed ~ John Murphy. (The 100)
Summary: Beau and John had been friends since childhood, as they both grew so did their relationship, that's until John gets arrested and they are torn apart before anything serious could happen between them. As luck would have it, Beau also gets arrested a week before the 100 are sent to the ground, their reunion is short lived though when Murphy gets banished from camp and Beau gets taken by the mountain men. Will these two star crossed lovers ever find their way back to one another and finally get their happy ending? Not likely.
Character Pairing: John Murphy X Beau Scott.
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Living in Mount Weather wasn’t as bad as Beau first thought it would be. Although now that Clarke had passed decontamination and was reunited with the rest of the group, she had started up her normal chaos. There was thing Beau was really missing though. John Murphy. 
Beau and Murphy had been friends since they were children, a friendship that in time grew into something that might have become more. That’s if John hadn’t of gotten himself arrested, but she wasn’t mad at him she was actually proud of him for doing what was right. She herself had gotten arrested about a week before they were dropped on earth, She was equal parts scared and excited. She didn’t know what to expect when they landed but she just hoped that Murphy would be one of the 100 that was getting dropped, and sure enough when they had all clambered out of the drop ship, there he was celebrating this new found freedom just like everyone around them. They spent most evenings together, but she couldn’t shake her mind about how much he’d changed, the sassy and sarcastic remarks where always there, but the violence and the bullying? But when they would find moments alone the old Murphy would slip out, only for her which gave her hope that in time, when they had settled in their new home he too would settle. When he would do something bad and she would have a go at him over it, he knew exactly how to charm her back into his favour, she could never be mad at him for very long. Or so she thought. 
And then she came close to loosing him, all thanks to a little girl who thought she could do whatever she wanted with little consequence, Beau wasn’t saying that she wanted Charlotte to hang, but that didn’t mean Murphy had to hang for something he was wrongly accused of, She had rushed to his squirming body, holding on for dear life to his legs which were kicking at anything they could. Once she had a firm bearhug grip on his thighs she tried lifting him up with all her might, trying to loosen the grip the rope had on his neck. Then Charlotte made her confession, Beau was so shocked that for a second she let Murphy go, not that it would have mattered because in that second Clarke had severed the rope and Beau managed to soften Murphy’s landing. She immediately removed the rope around his neck with the help of Finn, checking that Murph was breathing and there was no excessive damage to his throat, relived when she found only a single deep red line, she knew though that talking for a few days would be, if not painful then extremely uncomfortable.  
Murphy’s next actions however disgusted her, chanting for them to bring Charlotte out so that she could be hung. And while she was pissed at the obvious unbalance of the camp, no one should have been hung in the first place. When she went to Murphy to try calm him and make him see sense she got shoved back and told to stay out of it. Beau was devastated, she’d never seen this side of him, her hopes of being with him had been crushed yet again, he’s all that she’d thought about since the age of six, she knew that her and Murphy were meant to be together. But now she wondered if that was the case at all, what if all this time the love she felt for the boy in front of her had been one sided. When they all left camp on the hunt for Charlotte, Beau stayed behind. She went back to her and Murphy’s shared tent and tried to sleep, but it was useless.
A good few hours had passed when she heard them all come back into camp again, she shuffled out of bed and just poked her head out when Clarke passed by, she caught her arm and asked where Murphy was. Her heart sunk once more when Clarke informed her that Murphy had been banished on pain of death. No matter how mad she was at him, she was scared. Danger lurked everywhere out there without the protection of the walls and the people, not that the people had been any good at protecting Murphy so far. Still she didn’t know what to do, she wanted to go after him but he could of gotten anywhere by now and the darkness wouldn’t help her find him. 
She decided that once first light came she would search for him, and so she did, every single day she would finish up her chores and the take a walk in a different direction and look for Murphy. But every time she found nothing, not footprints, no discarded clothing, nothing. With everyday that passed that she found no sign of him her heart ached even more, even if this love she felt did happen to be one sided she was still a friend to him. And she would look for him till the ends of the earth if she had to. 
Her thoughts were interrupted when Harper came to sit next to her. “Thinking of Murphy again? I don’t see why you’re hung up on should a bad egg when there is plenty of charming men around her.” She said looking around but Beau knew she only had eyes for one person. 
Beau just rolled her eyes. “That bad egg is my childhood sweetheart, one I just can’t seem to let go go so easily. How’s things with Monty going?” She laughed as Harper snapped around to her quickly, nearly giving herself whiplash, her cheeks blazing hot.
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alannacouture · 2 years ago
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Well
we’ve reached the end of my story. While this chapter might make you cry (sorry), I hope you feel like I’ve given Clarke a realistic and beautiful journey through grief and forgiveness. ❀
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writing-for-life · 1 year ago
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Sandman Master Post and Intro
(I’m on a brief hiatus, but the queue is fed. Replies might take a bit longer right now.)
Hi, I’m so glad you’re here! This started out as a small blog but has developed a horrifying (^jk) life of its own over the past two years, so it was about time I organised the links and tags to all my Sandman stuff for you to make it easier to find your way around.
I love getting asks [they will go back on when I’m back], about analysis, about my fics, prompts or generally just to chat, so see this as an encouragement to slide into my inbox

[For quick reference:]
[The Ultimate Sandman Character Tag Library]
[The Women of the Sandman Tag Library]
[Sandman Comics: Original Artists Library]
[Sandman Reread (Comics)]
[Sandman Rewatch (Netflix)]
[Sandman S2 News, Casting and Speculation]
[Sandman Reference: How to Collect the Comics, Companion Books, Annotations/Reference Literature etc]
[Sandman Movie Concept Art by Jill Thompson & John Watkiss]
[In Light of Recent Allegations]
Ordered by topics (recommended):
Sandman Meta-Analysis (general "sandman meta"-tag, also contains contributions to other people's posts. My analyses are grouped into literary/conceptual/psychological, musical and art, and I definitely recommend perusing both links and the main tag)
The Sandman Book Club Community: Just follow the link if you’d like to join
Sandman Fics (m/f and f/f, both OC and canon pairings) & Poems
I’m also Dream’s Therapist. I think we all agree he needs one
Sandman Art (general tag that contains all art posts. I have also grouped them into my own art and art of others). Separate tag for official Sandman artists
Sandman March Mania was an event we specifically ran for the comics art lovers, so check it out
Sparkle Content Curation (a not-quite-serious collection of Dream/Morpheus thirst-trap fan-art and unhinged posts). Please also peruse the tags #contraceptive sparkles, #glitter herpes and #murphy and his cool hat (yes, I am sort of responsible for the #muhulhu tag on here) if this hell-site has left you in a state of being desperate for laughs
A Little Intro


and why this blog will keep on existing
Once there was a girl with so many words, so many images, so many songs in her head that had no place to go. So she decided some of them will just go here

Well, that sounds a bit contrived, but it’s not entirely untrue. Apart from the “girl”-part, because I’m at the younger end of Gen X. Or the “no place to go”-part, because some of my work actually *did* go places. Just not the stuff I decided to put on here

Which is mostly Sandman stuff right now, let’s be honest (I fell in love with it when I was 16, and it still has a tight grip on me three decades later). And the fact that my blog a wild mix between my metas, my fanfic and a bit of my doodling already shows the pull in different directions I have experienced for most of my life:
I’ve worked in science/academia, creative/performing arts and mental health. I guess I’m just a multi-hyphenate who can’t make up her mind what she wants to do with her life, so she tries to do it all and ends up burned out half of the time.
Somewhere along the way, I managed to publish a few novels under a pen name, and only a select few people know about it. And I intend to keep it that way.
I used to draw much more (mostly pencil and ink), but between working and having a family, something had to give, and if I have to choose, writing always comes first. But I doodle and experiment a lot in Procreate, and it usually helps me when I procrastinate on my writing. I drop the odd drawing in here (like my profile pic), but I don’t see myself as a fine artist, and I’m in perpetual awe of the talent I see on here.
This is just an account for unapologetically being me, with all my hyperfixations—and undoubtedly some pointless shitposts just for fun

In light of recent happenings, I explained my personal stance and, by extension, why this blog will keep on existing.
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ao3feed-the100 · 2 years ago
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Wanreina
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/1WtsYd4
by AggressiveEgg
TRIGGER WARNING - TRIGGER WARNING - TRIGGER WARNING (rape, assault, violence, blood)
This is my first published fan fic so please be kind but I also would love feedback! I do not own rights to the original story, original work from Kass Morgan, the writer of The 100. This is a rewrite of The 100 with you, as the reader, in their world!
Words: 4209, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English
Series: Part 1 of The 100 - Tu Strisis
Fandoms: The 100 (TV), The 100 Series - Kass Morgan
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con
Categories: F/F, F/M
Characters: Bellamy Blake, Clarke Griffin, John Murphy (The 100), Octavia Blake, Wells Jaha, Thelonious Jaha, Commander Shumway (The 100), Finn Collins, Raven Reyes (The 100), Jasper Jordan, Monty Green, Lincoln (The 100), Lexa (The 100), Anya (The 100)
Relationships: Bellamy Blake/Reader, Clarke Griffin/Lexa, Octavia Blake/Lincoln, Bellamy Blake/You, Emori/John Murphy (The 100)
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/1WtsYd4
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dreamnexusart · 2 years ago
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I don't have any fanfic (I usually roleplay instead of write fic, and I'm still deep in a writer's block hiatus) but I have several Dresden Files fan art WIPs in my 3D folder.
Some of these are still in the very beginning stages without poses or lighting, but I'll give screenshots of what's currently done. All of these are DAZ Studio projects.
Big Fugly
Christmas Mistletoe
Harry and John (Constantine)
Harry and John (Constantine) kiss
Lighting and Atmosphere Practice
Mab
Murphy in Harry's Sight
Storm Front (warning for nudity in this one)
When Harry Met Mab
WIP Game
RULES: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it.
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deepwoundsandfadedscars · 2 years ago
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Whumptober no. 18 - "Just get it over with." (2k words)
Fandom: The 100
Characters: John Murphy (whumpee) Emori (caretaker)
A tag fic to 5x06, John has reached a breaking point with the pain of the shock collar and he needs Emori to get it off, no matter what.
Read on Ao3
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“The Ring’s starting to look pretty good right about now
” Murphy trailed off. He turned back to Emori as an idea came to him. “How much fuel is left in this thing?”
“Not enough. Why? What are you thinking?” Emori asked, wielding the screwdriver in her newly gloved hands, ready to take another jab at removing the collar.
"I've got an idea. If the collar still works after you get it off anyways."
"Do you want it off or do you want it off and still functional? Because one of those options will probably hurt more than the other."
Murphy scrunched his nose, internally debating how much pain it would be worth. Instead of making the choice himself, he replied "dealers choice."
She glared at him, irritated that he would drop such a decision on her. She hated to see him in pain and hated even more to be the one inflicting the pain. "My main priority is getting it off of you, if it works afterwards, fine, but I won't be going out of my way to be gentle with it."
"Fine."
He took a deep breath and tilted his head slightly, lifting his jaw to indicate he was ready for her to try again.
She raised the tool and imitated his deep breath, steadying herself before aiming the tip of the screwdriver at the line around the edge of the protected control panel. "Here we go," she whispered and slotted it in.
Just as before, the collar crackled to life and John instantly reacted, his head thrown back as every muscle in his body clenched. Emori grit her teeth and tried to angle the tool so that it caught the edge of the cover, trying to pry it open when John slipped off the seat, his knees slamming hard into the unforgiving floor of the pod and she quickly pulled away.
As the crackle of the electricity cut off, John fell back against the row of seats. He yelled in frustration and punched the floor before wrapping his arms around his knees and pressing his head against his forearms.
Emori slid off the seat and knelt next to him, “I think I almost had it that time-”
“You think you almost had it??” John raised his head and glared at her with fire in his eyes. They were wet and red.
“I’m sorry, John! I’m trying here-”
“Well, try harder. I just- I can’t do this anymore. Every time the shocks stop and the collar is still there-” His voice cut off with a strangled sob and he dropped his head onto his arms again.
“Please. Just get it over with.”
He slid further down onto the floor, finding an angle where he could lay flat amongst the bolted down seats. He looked up at her with tears slipping out of the corners of his eyes. “Pin me down if you have to, but whatever you do, or whatever I do, don’t stop until it’s done.”
Emori knelt next to him and used her gloved hand to wipe the tears away. “Are you sure about this?” She asked in a whisper.
“Just get it over with.”
Reluctantly, she threw a leg over him and shifted so she straddled his torso. “If you’re ok with it, I need to keep your arms away from me so you don’t try to stop me. Can I kneel on your arms?”
He nodded, scrubbed his hands over his face and took another deep breath before shifting himself underneath her, directing her so her knees pressed down on his upper arms and then wrapping his hands around her boots. “OK. Let’s do this,” he said, closing his eyes.
She leaned down and pressed a kiss against his temple and whispered an apology before moving the screwdriver into position.
As soon as she made contact with the collar again, she felt her own stomach twist as Murphy instantly tensed and started to writhe below her. Flat on the ground, the repetitive tensing of his neck caused his head to rattle against the floor and she was barely able to keep the tool wedged where she needed it. Using her left hand, she directed his head to the side and leaned forward, placing just enough pressure to keep his head in one place while she worked with her right hand. She could feel his grip on her boots, clenched hands digging into leather and his arms trembling from exertion below her knees. She needed to move faster.
The control panel finally popped open and she took a breath she hadn’t consciously been holding. The screwdriver briefly lost contact with the collar as she moved to the next position and Murphy gave a strangled sob when the shocks paused for just a moment.
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry John,” she whispered before jamming the screwdriver into the control panel again, frantically identifying everything inside as quickly as possible and then going through the motions to disconnect it. The request to potentially keep it functional sat in the back of her mind, but she needed to act fast. It was already too long, longer than it had taken for Madi to put the jeep into reverse to bring him back into range of the remote and even that had nearly knocked him out.
One of Murphy’s knees came up and slammed into the middle of her back and any desire to be careful with the collar went flying out the window. She could feel Murphy unconsciously trying to twist under her, his spasming body trying to throw her weight off of him. “John, please!” She pressed down harder on his head, her forearm nearly covering his whole face and her long fingers clutching the back of his head. She could feel the tension from how tightly his jaw was clenched even through her glove and the thought that maybe he should have had something to bite down on crossed her mind much too late. Leaning forward she pressed more weight on his upper arms with her knees, which in turn brought her face down closer to the crackling collar and she finally spotted it; the little black chip with the shiny silver pins that made it look like a little electronic spider, crouched in the shallow depths of the panel. With a yell of triumph, she slipped the edge of the screwdriver under it and pried it off, sending it skittering across the floor. She heard it hit the wall somewhere near the door.
With that, the electrical current cut off, even with the screwdriver still touching the internals of the collar and Murphy finally went limp beneath her. Emori sighed in relief, removing her arm from his face and putting her knees back on the floor. His eyes were closed.
“John? I got it, it’s done, I got it! I still need to get the lock to release, but it can’t shock you anymore.”
There was no response. Suddenly panicking, she pressed where she could just barely fit her fingers against his throat, between the collar and the underside of his jaw. His pulse was strong, stronger than she expected it to be, but fast, which was less surprising. His body had been under a lot of stress and she could only imagine how much pain he was in. She had only gotten a taste of it back in the cave with a really short shock and even that had made her body ache.
“C’mon John,” she said, gently tapping the side of his face. His eyelids fluttered lightly but otherwise, nothing. “C’mon John, you’re ok. It’s over now, I just need to finish taking it off.”
She changed position, kneeling near his head and slipped her hands under his shoulders to pull him up so his upper body leaned against her, his head cradled against her shoulder. From there she could see the clasp clearer and went to work prying it apart. The fear that maybe she was wrong, that maybe there was still power somehow, crossed her mind and she hesitated for a moment. She grit her teeth, knowing if that was the case, he’d rather she get it over with while he was unconscious rather than waiting till he woke up and putting him through it all over again.
She jammed the tool back into the crevice and let out a gasp of relief when the collar stayed silent and Murphy remained slumped against her. It slipped a couple times and she cursed the collar every time. She had to remind herself it was fine, he wasn’t in danger any more and as it was, the collar was nothing more than a heavy piece of metal jewelry, though half the weight would be the memory of inflicted pain that it carried. It needed to come off, now.
Finally the clasp popped open and it hung loosely around Murphy’s throat. She gently lifted it and choked on a sob as it lifted away from the abused flesh of his throat. Bruises and burns encircled his neck, along with days worth of dirt that had been ground into the wounds.
She dropped the collar to the floor with a heavy thunk and used her teeth to pull her glove off before turning his face towards hers, gently tapping her fingers against his cheek again.
“Ok John, it’s over for real this time. It’s gone,” she whispered, “time to wake up.”
He groaned and his face twisted as he grimaced in pain, his eyes clenching tight before rolling open finally. Tears leaked out as his head lolled against her shoulder, it took a moment for his blue eyes to focus on her. The white parts of his eyes were nearly completely red with blotches.
He swallowed hard and winced at how painful such a simple action was. “Is it over?”
“Yeah, yeah it’s over.” She vaguely nodded her head towards where the offending collar lay on the floor.
“Good,” he said and then coughed harshly. Blood speckled his lip and he managed to lift a hand to wipe it off, staring at the red on his fingertips.
“What the hell?” Emori panicked, shifting so she could get a more straight on look at his face.
“I think-” Murphy cut himself off, sticking his tongue out slightly and poking at it with his fingers. “I think I bit a chunk out of my tongue.”
Emori sighed, half relieved that it wasn’t anything worse but still feeling awful. “Sorry. I should’ve found another glove for you to bite down on.”
She could see his jaw sliding back and forth, trying to find a comfortable place for his tongue to rest. “It’s fine, it’ll heal. Probably would’ve done it eventually anyways if that damn thing stayed on any longer.”
He lifted his head slightly and spotted the collar next to him. He picked it up and let it drop back to the floor with a loud clunk. He stared at it with disdain. “Will it still work?”
“I don’t know. I gave up on being gentle with it and the control chip went flying,” she gestured towards the door. “It’s over there, I can take a look at it. See what I can do.”
“Ok.” John nodded his head weakly. “Take your time. I think I need a nap.” His eyes were already half lidded, she could tell he was having a hard time keeping them open.”
“That’s fair.” She said, running her hand through his hair again and giving him a gentle squeeze before slowly lowering him to the floor again.
She put her glove back on and picked up the collar and started to move towards where the chip landed when Murphy’s hand suddenly wrapped around hers, stopping her in her tracks.
“Emori,” he said, his eyes barely open but she could see the sparkle in them. “Thanks.”
Her lips quirked into a smile and she squeezed his hand before letting go again. “Just don’t get another one of these.” She waved the collar at him.
“I’ll try not to,” he said before closing his eyes.
He fell asleep fairly quickly, as evidenced by his breath evening out and Emori sat down to fiddle with the collar, attempting to get the infernal thing working again for whatever John’s big plan was.
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mrsmalfoyshelby · 4 years ago
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John Shelby Smut Alphabet:
Pairing: John Shelby x reader
Warnings: smut, a little swearing
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A -ftercare (What they’re like after sex)
God he’s so sweet, like tooth rotting sweet, every time you have sex he’s like that. He will hold you for as long as you want and get you whatever you need.
B-ody part (Their favorite body part of theirs and yours)
On himself his neck because that’s where you bury your face when you cum or because that’s where you leave hickeys.
His favourite body part of yours is your ass, he just loves it as it perfect for his hands.
C-um (Anything to do with cum)
He loves to cum in your mouth and watch as you struggle to swallow it all.
He loves when you come on his face, as he loves to taste you “fucking delicious” are normally his words.
D-irty Secret (Exactly what is says on the tin)
He likes to be dominated by as he has to constantly be in control over everything in his life, so when he comes home to you he loves when you just take complete control of him and his body.
E-xperience (How experienced they are)
Very. This man has been sleeping around since he was 14, but since he met you your the only one he will fuck now. - lucky you -
F-avourite Position (How they like it)
You on top of him - when he’s being dominated - but apart from that he doesn’t really care all he cares about is fucking you l.
G-oofy (Are they more serious or goofy)
It’s John, so we all know that he is going to be goofy during sex.
H-air (how well groomed are they)
I’d say he doesn’t really bother much with his hair down there.đŸ‘‡đŸ» - Unless you ask of course -
And with you he doesn’t care he’ll go down on you, and oh boy he will make sure that you are screaming his name.
I-ntimacy (How are they during the moment)
Yeh he’s intimate during sex, mostly because when he’s at work he doesn’t show lots of affection.
J-ack Off (Masturbation headcanon)
If your there then he’ll fuck you even if he’s angry he’ll fuck you but he will just go harder on you.
And with you he doesn’t care at all tbh, whatever/however you want he’s cool with.
K-ink (One or more of their kinks)
Choking. Power kink. Breading - why do you think you have so many kids he loves to see you stomach swell with his kids -
L-ocation (Favourite places to fuck)
In your bed is his all time favourite, but in his office is a close second.
M-otivation (What turns them on)
Something as simple as you sitting on his lap can turn him on. - it doesn’t take a lot -
N-O (Something they wouldn’t do/turn offs)
He won’t share you. Your his. Nobody else’s and he will make sure to remind you if you forget that.
O-ral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)
He loves going down on you, and this man is good with his tongue and mouth.
He also loves when you go down on him.
P-ace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)
He can be both, “baby you just need to ask, you know that I’ll give you what you’ll want”
Q-uickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)
Your sex is mainly quickies, and he loves them but he prefers to take his time on you and worshiping you/ your body.
R-isk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc
This man is risky he will fuck anywhere, you even fucked in Tommy’s bed once - Tommy still doesn’t know đŸ€·đŸŒâ€â™€ïž -
S-tamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last
)
5 at most I’d say but you could try for more.
T-oy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
You have some, but they are mainly used on you, on the rare occasion John will use them.
U-nfair (how much they like to tease)
Oh this man is a tease, he will touch you randomly on the thigh when you sitting next to each other and will run his hand up and down it. And he could do that for a whole week if he really want to tease you.
V-olume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)
He’s not overly loud, but this man can make some noise, it’s mostly just grunts tho and the odd moan will slip out.
W-ild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)
He will make you be extra loud when at home, so everybody can hear you.
X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)
Let’s be honest he’s big like 6-7 inches and he is THICK, and the annoying thing is... he knows it.
Y-earning (How high is their sex drive?)
Very very high since he met you, all he does is think about sex.
Z-ZZZ (
 how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
If you stay up, he will stay up it’s as simple as that.
I know that I’m definitely doing Arthur, but I might do Polly as well, should I?
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slyth-princess · 3 years ago
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Mistakes We Knew We Were Making: Epilogue
Ship: Cluphy
Rating: M
Chapter: 11/11
Moodboard by @luminouswriter
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Friday nights were always their time for each other. It wasn’t easy with a big group of friends and a loveably overbearing mother monopolizing any time that wasn’t already delegated to their baby. So they had told everyone that, just that one evening, they were off the radar. It quickly became Clarke’s favorite day of the week.
The thing that surprised Clarke the most was how little changed now that she and Murphy were officially in a relationship. A part of her had feared that it would complicate things somehow. But, if anything, having their relationship be official just made things easier.
Murphy was never short on affection for her. He told her he loved her as often as he could and Clarke couldn’t help being charmed by it. She had truly never felt like this about anyone and she was just so grateful that they had decided to take the chance.
Raven teased her about it mercilessly. Especially since Clarke still called him Murphy. She had tried calling him John but they had both agreed it just felt odd. Every now and then she used it, typically when she was feeling particularly romantic or sometimes in bed. But otherwise, their dynamic had hardly changed.
On a break between episodes Murphy went to make them dinner and she couldn’t help watching him. Their lives were so entwined now she couldn’t imagine a life without him. For the first time in her life, she had learned to trust that this was real.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” Murphy asked, flipping a towel over his shoulder and raising an eyebrow at her.
Clarke grinned. “Looking at you like what?”
“Like you look at a bucket of extra buttered popcorn at the theater,” Murphy teased.
Read more here! This fic is now complete :)
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alannacouture · 2 years ago
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Things are moving forward as Clarke starts to heal, but a revelation to the group makes them realize they hurt Clarke even worse than they knew. Come read with us! 💖
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enfantlunaire · 4 years ago
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𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄 — Murphy's reaction when you offer him your naked body for Christmas.
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「 english isn’t my mother tongue, do not hesitate to leave a comment if you see some mistakes, thx! 」
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1-dum-bitch · 4 years ago
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Rating: Mature
Archive Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death
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zoadgo · 4 years ago
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147 with murven, pretty please
Okay so I’m just going through my inbox to write some drabbles and try to get back into doing fan fic. I think I know which prompt lists most of these were from, but I might be wrong. All of these are several years old tho, so idk. All drabbles are unedited and prone to many typos, sorry my dudes
147: “ I can take care of myself just fine.”
Some days, everything is fine. Well, as fine as things get. Sure, society as a whole is on the brink of collapse and they’re constantly struggling to avert the latest disaster, but there are communal dinners and picking out rooms in the farmhouse, and sometimes Raven gets to sit in the sun for a few minutes and she can pretend nothing bad is happening. They make jokes, and Indra is way too intense, and Raven sasses at Murphy who gives as good as he gets, and Clarke gets to be a mom, and it’s just... Nice.
But some days Raven wakes up with phantom pain dancing a jig hand in hand with her actual, chronic pain, and she wants to vomit as she puts on her brace, fingers shaking and tears stinging her eyes. She wants to cut off her leg, and go run away into the woods and live in the underground caves and never have to look at the people around her and remember the heartbreak that never seems to end. She doesn’t want to solve problems, and she doesn’t want to play nice, and those days her sarcasm turns to aggression, and everyone leaves her alone to work on motorcycles, throwing wrenches and cursing loudly.
And then there are the days where she can’t turn all that pain into rage. The days where she just wants to be held, she wants someone to see through every wall she’s put up, and she just wants to cry. And those days scare her most of all, because she knows how dangerous that is. She knows how much worse it gets when someone does see you, and then they leave. Taken away by the whims of fate, and the hands of her friends. 
On days like that, of which today is one, she grabs a little jar full of insects - just in case, Raven has had more than enough mind manipulation for one life time thank you very much - and she goes into the woods. Research, she says. Sometimes she does study things, sorrow held at bay temporarily by a new discovery. But, more often than not, she finds her way up a hill or a tree, straining against her own limitations to get somewhere with a view. Somewhere that reminds her of spacewalks. And when she gets there, she sits down, and she cries. The sort of crying she doesn’t do in front of the others, not anymore. The sort that tears at something inside of her, makes it raw and bloody, and is impossible to stop.
And everyone always leaves her alone.
Which is why, when Raven hear a very distinct pattern of footsteps approaching, she immediately goes on full alert. Sure, the Children of Gabriel no longer live in the woods ready to attack anyone they see, but that doesn’t mean it’s necessarily safe. There could be a new splinter cell of them, or one of the convicts deciding they’d rather not do hard labour, or some new and unknown threat. So Raven rubs the tears from her face quickly and clumsily, grabbing her gun and turning towards the noise.
“Really, Raven? I thought you and I had moved past pointing guns at each other.” Murphy’s unfortunately familiar form emerges from the tree line, hands held up in surrender. 
Just great, the one person she really doesn’t have the energy to deal with today.
“Go away, Murphy.” Raven grumbles as she turns away from him, laying down her gun and staring out at the vista beyond the cliff she’s sitting just shy of.
“Now, when has that ever worked?” Murphy chuckles as he completely ignores her, walking over and sitting next to her as if invited.
“Why can’t you ever do what you’re told?” Raven asks, wishing that it would sound more snarky and less whiny. But her voice betrays how pathetic she feels, and she can only hope Murphy is as oblivious to human emotion as he says he is.
“Oh, like you’re such a good little soldier yourself.” Murphy quips back, which, fair point. But Raven doesn’t have to admit that, at least not to him.
“What do you want, Murphy?” Raven asks hollowly. She really doesn’t have it in her for their normal back and forth.
“Other than the pleasure of your stimulating company?” She can see him turn to look at her out of the corner of her eye, but Raven doesn’t turn her own head. She keeps staring ahead, knowing how she must look, all puffy eyes and barely restrained tears. “Ugh, I guess some people are worried about you.”
He sounds so put upon by the concept, and Raven can’t help the bitter scoff that escapes her.  Where are they, then, all these people who are concerned about her? Not that she wants them, she reminds herself. She wants to be left alone, this pain is temporary, and it’s better this way.
Safer.
“So they sent you?” Raven asks the clouds, and Murphy sighs. Honestly, if it was Clarke and them, why would they send the least empathetic individual they all know to talk to her?
“Well, I-”
“Listen, Murphy, don’t bother.  I can take care of myself just fine.” She cuts him off, because she doesn’t want to hear it. She doesn’t want him here, she just wants him to leave her alone so she can go back to crying again.
“Well that’s clearly not true,” Murphy drawls, and Raven finally looks at him, if only to glare. But he’s looking at the sky now, tapping his fingers on his thigh, either nervous, or bored with the whole thing. Either way, he should just leave if he’s so uncomfortable.
“I’m fine,” Raven retorts, and Murphy looks over to level her with a look that clearly says he knows just as well as her how bullshit that statement is. Raven shakes her head, amending her words, “Well, I will be fine. I just- I just need to be alone for a bit.”
“No, you don’t,” Murphy says, probably just to be contrary. It sparks a little bit of anger in Raven, just enough to singe the heavy blanket of sadness clinging to her.
“Listen here, Murphy, you don’t even know what I’m going through, or what I need, so don’t pretend you have any say in this, and-” Raven rants with heat, and Murphy has the audacity to roll his eyes at her, “Seriously?!”
“Raven, for someone so smart, you’re so dumb sometimes. Of course I don’t know what you’re going through, because you never told me. Or anyone, actually, from what I can tell. But I don’t have to know what’s going on with you to know that you don’t have to be alone through it.” Murphy is oddly sincere, and Raven can feel her scrap of anger fading, and she’s afraid. Afraid of what might happen when it’s gone, if Murphy’s still here and her walls don’t hold. 
“Murphy, just go back to whoever sent you and tell them I’m not in any danger, okay?” Raven tries, as a last ditch attempt, and Murphy groans in frustration.
“No one sent me, Raven. It’s me, I’m the “some people” who are worried. Because I get it, okay? I don’t know what you’re thinking, but I know what it feels like, and it sucks. And being alone? That’s even worse. So you don’t have to talk to me if you don’t want to, you can yell at me, or hit me, or whatever you need to do, but I’m not leaving you.”
The words aren’t kind or caring, and honestly Murphy kind of shouts them at her. But they’re real, she knows, because Murphy would never lie for anyone’s benefit but his own. Which means, for whatever reason, he actually cares, and that hits Raven like a tonne of bricks. All the air leaves her lungs, the fight leaves her body, and she doesn’t know what to do. Murphy, to his credit, doesn’t say anything else. He simply shrugs, leans back on his hands, and looks up at the sky again.
Raven is left with a choice. She can get up and leave, she can pretend she really is fine, or she can just... be. And it’s hard to stand, with the weight of the world crushing her, so she doesn’t leave. And honestly, she isn’t fine. She hasn’t been fine for a long time. Which means she takes the last option, and she’s not proud of it, but she’s not really ashamed either. She hugs her knees to her chest, and she cries, and Murphy just sits there. Eventually, when her sobs become sniffles, he rubs her back a little, without otherwise looking at her or saying anything. And it’s a little weird, yes, but the thing inside of her that is raw and bleeding feels like someone put a bandaid on it. It isn’t much, it certainly isn’t enough to fix it if the thing ever can be fixed, but it’s something.
And she isn’t alone.
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ceruleanoctober · 4 years ago
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This is for johnmurphyisbisexual who requested Reader x Murphy with the prompt "Panic". It's been a hot minute since I posted fic on Tumblr, so hopefully I haven't screwed up the formatting.
Fandom: The 100 Characters: Murphy, and reader Rating: General/No Rating Warnings: Panic and Anxiety Word Count: 500
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It started with a tremor, a slight shaking of his hand. You probably noticed it before he did. You noticed, but didn’t comment; you didn’t want to call attention to it. He’s prone to panic, he has anxiety attacks often enough to be considered regularly.
Within a few minutes, the trembling has expanded to his legs. You reach for his hand. He probably didn’t even realise his fingers were curled into a fist. His palm is clammy, like rubber You lace your fingers with his, giving him an anchor. You shift a bit so you’re facing him. Your other hand goes to his back, rubbing in a circular, calming fashion.
He doesn’t look at you, but that’s okay. You know he can’t, but he knows you’re there. The seconds feel like minutes, minutes feel like hours. There’s no way to judge the time that passes, it’s like the world is in slow motion. Nothing exists except the two of you, and the dark cloud of his anxiety hovering just above his head, raining down on him.
His breaths are ragged, his inhale sounds like there isn’t enough open space for the air to pass through, when he exhales it sounds like there’s graven in his throat. He tears up and he’s powerless to stop the stream from rolling down his cheeks. You know he hates this, the physical effects of anxiety wracking his body.
You’ve got a firm grip on his hand and you give a squeeze. He responds with a slight squeeze to let you know he appreciates you. You both know if you weren’t there, he’d be curled up in a ball, crying and shaking uncontrollably. Instead he has you to hold his hand, to rub his back, to guide him through the dark clouds and help him find the light again.
You talk to him, the words lulling and soft. It doesn’t matter what you say. You’re just giving him another anchor. Your voice is a focal point, something he can latch on to. He leans into you, his head against your chest, and eventually in your lap. You keep rubbing his back, occasionally shifting gears to run your fingers through his hair, you don’t let go of his hand.
It takes a while, you don’t even know how long. Time has no meaning when he’s in pain. But finally he looks up at you, his eyes bright, blue as the summer sky. The color is electric after one of his episodes. He sits up, finds a tentative smile, and combs both his hands through his hair, making it stick up in unruly, unregulated spikes.
“I’ll get you some water,” you tell him. He nods. Words are hard, in the aftermath of an attack. He doesn’t speak. He leans in to kiss your cheek before you get up to go and get the water for him. He accepts it gratefully, and reaches for your hand. He’s the one to lace your fingers this time, and he smiles.
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introvertedtaliswrites · 5 years ago
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When her best friend suggested that they start a K-Pop group, Clarke thought he was legitimately insane. For a full minute, she just stared at him in surprise.
“Uh
 not to point out the obvious, but I’m not Korean.” She said, around her mouthful of cake.
“I am.” He said, pointlessly. She swallowed her food and rounded on him.
“Wow, I’d never noticed, you should have said something!” She gasped, and he elbowed her.
“Shut up, I’m just saying, the minimum requirement for a K-Pop group is that a Korean person is involved, so we meet that criteria.”
Or, the K-pop crack!fic I promised @squadkook (who is tragically K-Pop on main) about six months ago, love you boo 😘
Read it HERE!
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harringtons-writer · 6 years ago
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Never promised you a rose garden
Requested: Yup! ☻☻ heyo! super excited to see your blog come to life! Anyway, I’d just like to request a murphy x reader! I’m a sucker for angst and was wondering if you’d write something along the lines of Murphy being distant and the reader is worried he’s going to break up with her? thank you so much, and again, I’m super excited!
Pairing: John Murphy x reader (romantic) + Clarke Griffin x reader (friendship)
Word count: 845
Warning(s): language, drunk reader, sadness and angst. 
Summary: Murphy thinks he’s not going to be able to give you a good future and slowly lets you go which causes you to think he is bored of you and he wants to break up. 
A/n: Thanks!! sorry if this is not my best work, I really wanted to post something, today!  (I’ll probs edit it later) I’m also super excited for this blog to grow since I already got so much feedback!! thanks, for the request!! ♄♄♄
(Not my gif + secretly using Murphy’s torso to get your attention ;) 
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you wished it was one of those days again where you woke up on Murphys’ chest, both your breathing in sync. him brushing his fingers over your side while telling you how soft your skin was. him hugging you tight every night whispering ‘I love you’ in your ear making your whole body tingle. you even missed his bad jokes. Instead of that, you woke up alone missing Murphys’ presence. you remembered why. after what seemed forever you gave up on him actually entering your shared bedroom. more and more the two of you got into fights, just like last night. 
normally Murphy and you didn’t really make things up, the next day you two would run into each other and end up making out somewhere in the back of the camp. Today was different every time your paths crossed, he turned around avoiding you. you were drifting further and further away from each other and you wouldn't let that happen, you would fight for Murphy. 
you gave him the rest of the day to cool down and just did your work but every time your mind wondered back to Murphy. you would approach him at dinner and ask him what was wrong or better said what was left of the two of you. you had the feeling he was getting bored of you, losing interest. 
Murphy was staring, again. lately, he created a habit of doing that. you got used to the fact that It could take a while to get any good word out of him. “what’s up?” you asked waving your hand by his face. no answer. “Murphy!” you complained, really wanting your boyfriends' attention. “come on!” you sighed, wiggling the liquid in your drink around. you were talking to thin air. “well, I’m going to have some fun with the others.” you stood up. you wished he would grab your wrist and tell you to stay but he didn’t. 
you tried another time that night but to your disbelief, things got worse. 
“having fun ignoring me?” Murphy wasn’t planning on answering that. he could hear every word you were saying rather shouting . of course, he had a hard time cutting off the girl of his dreams but it was too late, he made his decision. he was letting you go. a tear rolled down your cheek still facing the blank canvas he was.  
after spending the rest of the night drinking and trying to forget about the whole relationship-problem-thing you had going on you plopped down on your bed. the alcohol was in your system and doing his work. you had to urge to find Murphy shout at him, tell him how much of a dick he was and slap him in the face to never talk to him again after.  you got up and waggled your way over to the middle of the camp. “whe-re is -murp-hy?” you fell in Clarkes’ arms. “you need to sober up first. “ she supported you. “no, he is a dick? do you think he is being a dick?” she sighed. “he can be a dick sometimes yes ” you giggled at Clarke using the d-word. “I mean, he just dropp-ed me like I was ne-ver ev-er something to him.”  you felt sick and before you know you blacked out. 
you woke up, immediately grabbing to your head. “man, this sucks.” you groaned lifting yourself up. “this is all...” you got cut off. “my fault.” your eyes widened, it was Murphy. “where is your shirt?” you asked him in surprise. he had someone else, it made sense. all the nights he disappeared, him no longer touching you like he did before. “well, I was in a deep sleep as Clarke came in yelling at me, to man up and make thing right with you.” he lied about the first part, he was indeed trying to catch some sleep but he couldn’t, you were on his mind all the time. “how can you sleep?” this hurt you the most, he didn’t care at all. “how can you be so ruthless to me?” he saw the hurt in your eyes but stayed quiet. “Murphy, I deserve an answer!” you could feel your eyes water as he tended to stand up. 
“I can’t give you what you deserve, Y/n, that’s the whole problem” he breathed out. “how not?” your head was still hurting and you had a hard time understanding what he was saying. “everything. this place, the earth, our future, there is no future for us.” he looked down, hoping you would understand. “so you're breaking up with me? because you are not willing to believing anymore. guess what John Murphy, I still do. if there is any chance I can make you see how beautiful eath is, even at the cost of my last breath then I’m willing to take the risk cause I love you.” your eyes stayed on him to whole time. “I love you too.” he stood up and sat down next to you kissing the top of your head. “I promise.” 
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dylanobrienisbatman · 6 years ago
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If I Could Grant You Peace of Mind
Murphy wakes up from cryo sleep, and is met with the faces of four out of six of his family, Clarke, and a face that is somehow entirely familiar and yet completely foreign. Spacekru learns what happened, and get a chance to say goodbye, as a family.
Murphy’s cryopod opened, and he woke up to Bellamy’s face. He sat up slowly, letting his body react to moving for the first time in 10 years. He stretched and looked around. Everyone but Bellamy, Clarke, and Echo were still in the pods, Raven’s was sliding open, Clarke was peering through the glass at Madi’s face, and Echo and Bellamy were holding hands and speaking softly. He hopped down, and knelt to the control panel under his own, looking at Emori’s face through the glass. Her eyes were closed, her head scarf still on; she looked at peace. He punched the button to open her up, and when she opened her eyes, the soft look he was met with made him melt. She leaned up and wrapped her arms around him, holding him tight, whispering softly into his ear that she loved him. He smiled and helped her up, and looked expectantly around for someone to go wake up the rest of their friends. Raven started heading down the hall to find them, but bellamy grabbed her arm, and stopped her. His face said something was .... not wrong but different. And then he looked towards the door and saw a new face, somehow unfamiliar and yet wildly recognisable, and he felt something settle in his gut. He took Emori’s hand, and Jordan Jasper Green introduced himself to his childhood heroes.
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