The 100 Imagines & Preferences

Hands off her |John Murphy

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"Dezaray!" Bellamy's loud voice boomed. Your head snapped up at the sudden noise, before rolling your eyes and focusing back on the boy in front of you. "How about you take a break, it's unity day!"

"I'll pass Blake."

"C'mon Dez." Bellamy huffed, walking over to you. He stood close to you and Sterling, swaying slightly. The wounded boy looked uncomfortable, looking up at the tipsy man. But you rolled your eyes, shouldering past Bellamy to grab a bandage.

"Bell, I have people to take care of. Clarke is having a break-"

"Then so should you. Get out Sterling." Bellamy ordered, the younger boy looking up at him. He was about to object, when Bellamy sent him a piercing glare. With an annoyed eye roll, Sterling hobbled out of the dropship.

"Not cool. Sterling was hurt."

Bellamy rolled his eyes in response, stepping closer to you. "We never get to talk, Dez." He mumbled, hand brushing past your hips. Your eyes widened as his arms hooked around your waist, pulling you against him.

"Bellamy, you're drunk." You muttered, untangling his arms from around you. With a light push, the boy stumbled back. "I'm going to go get-"

"Dez, come on. Don't worry about Sterling." He rolled his eyes, catching your arm. The boy twirled you around, making you face him. "Why don't you go talk to Jasper, get yourself something to drink?"

"I don't drink."

"Then sit and talk with me?" He asked, brows arching in hope. Your arms crossed over your chest, eyes narrowing at him. With a low sigh, you plopped down beside of the boy, slowly looking over at him. Your eyes met, Bellamy seemingly falling into a trance, dipping his head down.

"Hey! Woah, Bellamy." You snapped, pulling away from the boy. Bellamy pursed his lips, moving his hand to rest on your arm.

"I'm sorry, you're just so-" he drifted off, eyes scanning your face closely, slowing inching forwards. Your eyes widened, shoving his hand from your arm.

"Hey! Blake!" The voice of an angered Murphy barked. He quickly crossed the room, holding a hand out to you. You slowly took it, Bellamy quickly grabbing your other hand.

"Dezaray, please-"

"Back off of her." Murphy snapped, tugging you into him. You stumbled into the boy, gently placing a hand on his chest. It heaved with anger and annoyance, his eyes darkened with a sense of his emotion showing through.

"What the hell makes you think you control her, Murphy?" Bellamy growled, standing before him. The boys grip tightened around your hips, his other hand forming into a fist.

"Murphy." Your voice was low, balling his shirt in your hand. The boys focus never averted, and his voice didn't waver as he spoke.

"What the hell makes you think you can do that to her? Trying to force yourself onto her-"

"It was just a kiss!" Bellamy defended. Murphy's jaw locked, his hands guiding you to the side. He stepped forwards, Bellamy watching his every move closely.

"You've really gotten to a new low Blake." Murphy said in an angered growl. Bellamy's face hardened, his jaw locking.

"What the hell did you just say to me Murphy?" Bellamy snapped, your eyes wideneing. The older man was still tipsy and the younger boy, you knew, had a few drinks. But of course, that made their will to fight even stronger.

"You heard me Blake."

"Guys!" You muttered, slowly grabbing Murphy's arm. He shook you off, stepping forwards as the boy made another comment. That made the argument esculate further, and before you knew it, Murphy drew his fist back, swinging at Bellamy. "Murphy!" You gasped, practically watching in slow motion as fists collided.

"Guys stop." You demanded, trying to intervene. But Bellamy shoved you back, knocking you off your feet, only angering Murphy further. At the sound of the commotion, delinquents ran in, Clarke on their heels.

"What the hell is wrong with you two!" Clarke yelled as the two were finally pried apart. They held eachothers intense glare, up until you finally stepped in, grabbing Murphy's chin. You pulled his head down, scanning the wounds littering his face. Blood trickled from a cut on his forehead, pooling around his eyebrow. With a low sigh, you wiped it away, frowning to yourself.

"Damn it, come on." You sighed, lacing your fingers with his. Murphy sighed, throwing his head back as you pulled him towards the dropship ramp.

"Wait, Dez-"

"Just don't Blake." You rolled your eyes, quickly grabbing some supplies, before pulling Murphy from the dropship. Throwing your tent open, you pushed the boy towards your bed, signaling him to sit down. You layed out your supplies, feeling Murphy's eyes watching your every move.

"What do you want me to say?" He spoke lowly, head bowed. With an annoyed sigh, you crossed the room, supplies in hand and slowly sat beside of him. You stared at the boy, studying his expression, before shaking your head.

"You didn't have to do that, I could have-"

"I definitely had to do that. Asshole had it coming." He muttered, wincing as you dabbed a cloth on his forehead. "He shouldn't expect to have any girl that he wants, especially you."

"What do you mean especially you?" You mocked, laughing to yourself. Murphy's eyes dropped, trying to avoid your confused gaze.

"You're just... different."

"Is that a good thing-"

"Definitely." He mumbled, breath fanning over your face. You realized then just how close you were to him, the mere inches between the two of you. "I-" your lips brushed past his, breath hitching. His nose brushed past your cheek, lips slowly molding with yours. Your eyes fluttered closed, the boy pulling you closer to him, hands placed on your hips. Murphy shifted closer to you, but quickly winced away.

"Right, we should probably get you fixed up." You muttered, pecking him lightly on the lips.