A collection of one shots I have written about my beloved trash son John Murphy.
I take requests if you would like one specially made, only rule is that I write from a Y/N perspective only. No one shots featuring your name.
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"Bellamy, you dog!" You exclaim as you push his shoulder. He had just told you about another one of his nightly conquests, only this time it involved more than just one person.
"You know you love it," he says as he wraps his arm around your shoulders pulling you into his side.
You grab his hand that's resting on you and throw it off before hip bumping him away. "I can say, for a fact, that I do not, in any way, love the slutty stuff you do," you tell him over your shoulder as you start to walk away.
"You just wish that you could be apart of the slutty stuff, huh?" His question comes with a grin and the grabbing of your hip to pull you back to the conversation.
"Oh please, I could get anyone on this campsite, and you know it," and with a wink, you saunter away from him.
The truth is you could get anyone to sleep with you, male or female. Every single one of the delinquents wanted you in some way or another. Your sarcastic, flirty personality invited all types of people in, then your underlying sweet side kept them on the hook. If you were three percent less of a good person you could manipulate everyone and gain control as their leader.
But that's not what you want. Truth be told there was also only one person you really wanted to be with. John Murphy.
Walking toward the drop ship you take a seat in the shade with your back resting against the metal. You missed the ark more than you thought you would. Murphy and you had a thing back up on the ark. It started before either of you had been locked up. You two had been... well not quite dating, but also more than just friends. He was there for you when your anxiety became overwhelming, and you were there for him when his father got floated. You helped each other through the rough times.
There were also nights when you two were doing more than just comforting the other. Where you would lock yourselves into your room and let each other explore the other's body, hands roaming wherever they pleased. Although you're flirtatious and have had countless suitors, Murphy has been the only one able to bed you and you'd like to keep it that way.
Everything changed when you came to the ground though. It was a lot harder to find alone time with him when everyone was either off setting up camp or causing trouble. And Murphy was really good at causing trouble.
"Y/N!" A voice calls out to you. Looking to your right you see him, the boy consuming your thoughts.
"Yeah, Murphy?" You raise an eyebrow at him, even though you've only been on the ground for a few days it's felt like he's been ignoring you. He leans against the wall, arms crossed over his chest.
"I didn't know you had a thing for the king over there," he snidely says, head motioning towards where Bellamy was standing and flirting with his next victim.
"Excuse you?" You question him.
"Don't act so innocent, I saw you and him today. I also heard about his escapades last night. Hope you had fun," he spits the word fun at you like it's poison.
