The 100 Imagines

Prove It - M u r p h y

(Murph 💕)

Music. Actual music. The sound that had always managed to brighten up your day back on the Ark.

One of the 100 had found a device reminding you of a radio. Except this was special. It played a tune. No. Many tunes. And you had been the first to stand and dance out of everyone.

Hips twirling, feet moving, arms up. You were enjoying yourself and that's something that hadn't happened on the brilliance of Earth yet.

Soon, everyone started to join you. Jumping, swinging their bodies around and into each other. You were so blinded by the scenario you didn't notice Murphy.

Staying away, head down, kicking his foot into the dirt. It wasn't his scene, all of that, even if you were there.

He didn't know what you two were though, sometimes you'd cling to him as though the earth was spinning and trying to tear you apart, and other times you acted as though he didn't exist.

That all those nights in his tent meant nothing. And even though he tried not to dwell on it, doubt always seemed to settle on the sea in his mind.

But, you did care. Even if you weren't always showing it, so you noticed him sitting away, the pulse of the music quickening your heartbeat as you walked over.

Standing in front of him, he looked up, eyes travelling up your body to meet your eyes.

"Come dance." You beckoned, holding out a hand for him to haul himself up.

He didn't, and instead shook his head, looking sideways, avoiding your gaze. You looked at him puzzled and knelt down taking his hand and squeezing.

"Come and dance with me." You tried again. Him looking at you this time, wary. You were the only person he showed an emotion other than hate towards, and maybe that's why you ended up dragging him up and started dancing.

He seemed hesitant at first but as your arms wrapped around him quickly he grew more confident his arms wrapping around your waist as you danced to the upbeat tune.

A few songs later it became slow. And loving. And Murphy withdrew from you immediately. Startled you took his hand, gently, looking into his eyes to reassure him.

"What's the matter Murphy? Can't slow dance?" You teased. You weren't pulling the sappy card, you and Murphy were mean, bitches to each other. That's how it worked.

He scowled and glared at you defiantly, running his hands through his hair.

"Course I can." He mumbled, avoiding eye contact as you grinned.

"What was that? Sorry, I couldn't hear you. Speak up" You laughed as he rolled his eyes, glaring at you playfully, a hint of a smile in his features.

"I said, of course I can slow dance. Do you know who you're talking to?" He snickered, as you exhaled, relieved to have Murphy back to his dick self.

Raising an eyebrow suggestively you winked. "Wanna prove it?"