The 100 Imagines & Preferences

Mess with her |John Murphy

"You know, I'm actually excited to see the stars tonight." You said in a low voice, looking over at Murphy. His nose scrunched up, laughing lowly.

"You're such a dork." He laughed, taking your hands in his. He played gently with your fingers, the boy laughing lowly as his sleeves fell over your hands. "You're so cute." He mumbled, his voice barely above a whisper. You giggled lightly, leaning up on your toes and kissing him gently.

"I'm hungry, I'm going to go get some food." You leaned over, kissing the tip of his nose. He rolled his eyes, but his nose cutely scrunched up in response. Your lips pulled into a smile, but you walked away regardless, walking into the dropship. Clarke seemed to be nowhere, but Wells was bunched up in the corner with his hurt leg.

"Where's Clarke and Spacewalker?" You asked, looking down at the harmed Wells. He glared over at you, his eyes sending daggers at you. Wells hated you for one reason, and one reason only. Your boyfriend.

"Why should you care?"

"Maybe I'm worried? Maybe I'm curious? Maybe I'm just hungry, hmm?" You crossed your arms over your chest, glaring down at the boy.

"Theyre getting water." He scoffed, rolling his eyes at you. "You know, youre just as aggressive and sarcastic as your piece of shit boy friend."

"Well, at least Murphy cares about me. By the way everything is going, Clarke will end up with Finn and you'll be left all alone." You shot back. Wells shook with anger, his hands balling into fists.

"Well at least my parents are alive!" He yelled at you. "At least my parents were never criminals. They never looked down on me, and they were never ashamed of what I had become. To my parents, I was never worthless."

Neither of you were aware of it, but Murphy had walked in, hearing every word Wells had just said to you. Your head was bowed, hands stuffed into Murphy's jacket pockets. Tears brimmed in your eyes, never meeting his gaze.

"What? Not going to-"

"You better shut your damn mouth if you know what's good for you." Murphy's threatening voice echoed from behind, Wells eyes widening. His steps were quick, the boy crossing the room, moving eye level to Wells. He hauled the boy up to his feet by his collar, Wells barely able to stand. "You say anything to her again, I'll kill you. She's mine, messing with her is worse than messing with me."

Wells sneered in response, not helping Murphy's angered red face. He pulled him closer, Wells nearly crumbling to the ground.

"You're father will hear of your death, how you died on the ground painfully and slowly." He growled, shoving him to the ground.

"At least my father is alive."

"Your father floated mine for stealing medicine, I don't want to hear your bull shit, Wells. Your leg gets better, you better watch your back. I promise I will kill you." Murphy barked, slowly turning. He sauntered over to you, grabbing your hand gingerly and pulling you outside. Murphy was still pissed, his whole body shaking.

"Thank you."

"Don't thank me, Wells is just an asshole that needs to be knocked down from his ego." He huffed, cupping your face in his hands. You shyly played with the end of his the jacket, smiling lightly at him. "He is wrong though. Your parents were never ashamed of you, they loved you more than anything. And you of all people aren't worthless. You're beautiful, amazing, smart, nothing could compare."

You couldn't help but smile, your cheeks flushing a light pink. Murphy smiled down at you, encasing your lips with his. "Never doubt yourself, sweetheart. I love you." He pulled you into him, arms wrapped tightly around you.

"I love you, John." You mumbled, kissing his shoulder. He smiled lightly at the gesture, leaning his chin on your shoulder and squeezing you gently.