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꒰ ୨୧ ꒱ ⸝⸝ in which you and your friends plan on throwing murphy a surprise birthday party, what will happen when the guest of honor is late to his own birthday?
﹒ ⊹ ⤷ cw: kiss scene, sfw
"What's the theme gonna be?" I ask, excitedly.
Octavia, Bellamy, Clarke, and Lincoln sat next to and across from me in the university lounge. Jasper and Monty were in their respective classes but we'd text them the details after the discussion.
The discussion in question is Murphy's birthday party. Well, it was a secret birthday party.
Murphy hadn't been fond of birthday parties, or secret ones, or anything happy in general. It took a while for him to even come out of his shell around us. His snarky comments always bring a smile to my face.
"I didn't know you needed one for a birthday party," Lincoln stated, Bellamy nodding in agreement while I rolled my eyes.
Lincoln and Bellamy only seemed to be here for Octavia and Clarke, the rest of the friend group besides me didn't really know him- it's not that they didn't care for him perse; it's just he's only with us when we're all together. Nobody really gets to sit down and talk with him one-on-one.
"He doesn't even like parties, let alone surprise parties," Clarke spoke up from beside Bellamy. "Let's just get him a present from all of us and leave it at that."
Clarke has always tried to get the group to do what 'benefits' us most, or at least that's what she says when she gets called out on occasion.
But nobody is perfect.
What she had said struck something in me, we'd always thrown parties for everyone in the group so what made Murphy so different? Just because he isn't as social with everyone? I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw Bellamy agreeing with her.
"C'mon guys, were his friends, why do I have to constantly remind you all of that?" I stood up abruptly, catching everyone's attention and the eyes of passersby.
"She is right, it'll be fun Clarke," Octavia added, if I could count on anyone it'd be Octavia to have my back. I smiled when I saw Clarke's small smile, signaling she agreed. If Clarke was going then Bellamy was too. Same with Lincoln and Octavia. Jasper and Monty wouldn't pass up a good time with friends, Monty could even bring Harper!
"Alright! My place, tomorrow night at 6! Don't forget presents!" I say, a little to enthusiastic. I was already picturing the bright smile on Murphy's face, imagining how happy I'd be making him.
I grabbed my bag from the side of the beanbag and made a B-line to the parking lot after noticing the time. I hoped Murphy wasn't mad at me for being late. Murphy had a car, I didn't, he also had a license, I didn't. So he offered (I pleaded) to take me home after classes since we lived in the same apartment complex. It made things easier, I got to have small talks with him, and he... well he got a friend.
Opening the glass doors I saw Murphy's car, I was surprised he'd waited 40 minutes for me.
Opening the passenger door I tossed my bag behind me into the backseat, it landed on a pile of random clothes- thankfully only his. Murphy's car was decorated in my things, hair ties on the shift gear, lipgloss in the change holder, a car freshener I got him in the shape of a bow, he protested it made him look girly but he never tried to give the things I left back.
"You're lucky I waited." Murphy started the car up. "What were you even doing? I know your schedule so don't try and lie." He finished, pulling out of the parking space. He knows my schedule?
Looking over at him I examined his face, like I do every time I'm in the car with him. It's like I can never get enough like I want his face engraved into my brain. His not-so-slicked-back hair, his dark blue eyes, his prominent nose. The imperfections he saw I didn't. Even with his tough guy act I could tell, there were some things he wished he could change. Though I wouldn't change them for the world.
A cough from Murphy snapped me out of my trance, he must've noticed my staring. I shook my head and brushed a strand of hair out of my face.
"Just talking with the others at the lounge." I tried not to reveal too many details about the conversations prior.
Looking out the window, unable to see the frown on Murphy's face, "Of course, cause who wouldn't wanna spend 40 minutes in a university lounge." The stop light turned green and I felt the car pick up speed.
"You should really try talking to some of them more, and I mean like really talking. Like how we are now!" I say, turning back to look at him, realizing how... sad? he looked. I wished everyone could see what I saw in Murphy.
"Yeah, well, I only talk to them for you, so." His hand turned on the radio once he was finished speaking, the sound of Frank Ocean 'Ivy' filling the car shortly after, soon filling the silence. It was my favorite song that I had introduced him to, and ever since then, it's been his favorite too.
He only talks to them for me? As in he only talks to them for me? or for me? I had wanted to ask more questions but I decided to take the hint and leave the topic alone for now.
The song had started to get to me, "I feel a song coming on!" I say, turning up the radio. Murphy knew what this meant, as it wasn't his first rodeo.
"You better not! I will leave you on this highway!" Empty threats he was spewing.
"I thought that I was dreaming when you said you loved me!" I sang loudly, with no care in the world. Unbeknownst to me, Murphy was admiring me from the driver's seat, how I was so effortlessly beautiful to him. A smile found its way onto his lips, a rare occurrence to most, but a common one with you.
"The start of nothin'..." He grumbled through a smile.
"Had no chance to prepare, I couldn't see you comin'!" We both sang along, his smile growing bigger with every lyric.
It was amazing to see him like this, without his usual frown. His smile was beautiful, and I wish I had the guts to tell him.
Pulling into a parking space near our complex I leaned into the backseat to grab my bag. The sudden dread that the moment before would be cut short. Murphy seemed to feel it too as his smile returned to his normal scowl.
"Murphy?" I look at him before opening the door, catching his attention quickly.
"Yeah?"
"Come over tomorrow, at 6ish. And happy early birthday!" I hoped that didn't reveal too much about the party happening tomorrow. And with that I hopped out of the car and made my way into the complex, leaving Murphy with his thoughts, of me.
I had already gotten his present a week prior, it was a build-a-bear plushie. A big green frog, dressed in an outfit similar to what Murphy wears, but the best part is the voice message when you press his hand. It, well I, say, "yu laik ai raunon" meaning, you are my person, its trigdasleng. Few people know the made-up language, Murphy included. I just hope he likes it. It's also my way of saying, I like you.
It's been 30 minutes past six. Everyone was growing doubt Murphy would even come, but I had faith. I was staring out the window when I overheard Octavia and Lincoln talking.
"Why would you tell him? It's supposed to be a surprise Lincoln." Octavia whispered, crossing her arms in disapproval.
It was obvious now why he didn't show, but if he knew we were all coming why not just make an appearance?
Staring back out the window I saw Murphy's car pull up, joy flowed through me but was slowly dispercing the longer he sat there, unmoving. Why wasn't he getting out?
I made my way to the door with the plushie in hand.
"I'll be back guys," I state, not turning back to get their answers.
"Alright!" Jasper and Monty yell, too busy mixing together concoctions of drinks and making Bellamy taste them.
Coming up to his car I see his head resting on the steering wheel, I knock on the door and I see his eyes peek out to see me, he still made no motion to move.
I sigh and walk to the passenger side door and get in.
"Murphy?" I ask, putting a hand on his shoulder, making him sit up to face me.
"What." He blankly stated. I'd be lying if I said I didn't get a little hurt over his tone, but I pushed on for him.
"What's wrong?"
"Why are you here, y/n?" It was a genuine question, a dumb one, but genuine.
"What do you m-" He cut me off.
"Why are you here, acting like you care." His words stung, but it's now or never.
"I'm here for you, I'm here because I love you, Johnathan." I hadn't meant to say the last part with full confidence, and the look on his face turned into one of shock, the previous emotions long forgotten with my newfound confession.
Moments of silence passed and I took that as a sign to leave, I began opening the door but was stopped by his hand, it sent a chill down my spine.
"Did you mean that?" Murphy questioned, staring into my eyes, looking for any signs of deception or regret.
"I meant every part.." My voice wavered, becoming fully aware of the situation and how vulnerable I felt under his strong gaze and grip.
Before I even knew it his lips were on mine, the kiss was passionate and loving, full of months pent up with love, like it's what our lifelong goal was, to be here, in this car, with each other. No other care in the world.
I pulled away for air and fully examined him, the dusty pink that lined his cheeks, if I could take a picture of this I would.
"I love you too, but what is that?" He asked, pointing to the frog in my lap. I had completely forgotten about his present!
"Its for you!" I excitedly say, shoving the frog practically into his face
Murphy took it into his big hands and examined it all over, with a goofy grin on his face. He discovered the button and pressed it, my voice filling the air for a few seconds. He took a minute to translate the sentence in his head, but when he did he had the biggest smile as he kissed me again, and again, and again...
"Shall we go to the party, birthday boy?" I say in between little kisses.
"We could stay here, in the backseat." He replied, suggestively, I giggled at this
Hello everyone! I’m here to talk about a subject I rarely really dive into, but this is something that always bugged me. In the “The 100” show, we’re firstly introduced to the Grounders already in season 1 of course, and since that beginning, we’ve heard about “The Commander”. Later in season 2, we found out that the Grounders are divided between 12 clans (not counting the Skaikru), and they are ruled by one nightblida Commander who can be from any clan.
Everything was fine until this, but the problem begins in season 3, when they tell us that Lexa was actually the one who created the coalition between the clans, so my question is, if before Lexa the clans were all separated and at war among themselves, what exactly is the Commander for?
It’s not like they have outside enemies apart from Mount Weather, but they never really fought against Mount Weather, so it can’t be counted as this “Greater enemy”, so why they even have a Commander? We know that Azgeda killed Costia, and they were never officially punished for that, exactly because at the time, the coalition didn’t exist.
There are another things in The 100 that just doesn’t make sense, and I’m not even talking about the last few season, which were terrible, but I plan to approach those inconsistencies in another post. For now, I’m staying with this one.
That’s it, fellas, see ya in my next fictional rampage.
I’ll stand by the fact that bellarke shippers are wrong about how the ship should have been canon (yes I’m still talking about this show). Don’t get me wrong have a blast shipping them I couldn’t care less but I don’t think they should have been a canon romantic ship. It’s SO MUCH BETTER seeing them being a platonic pair between a man and woman. Romance is already pushed in every show, movie, book, etc (need more aroace and platonic rep in the first place) but especially when there are two characters of the opposite gender that are close. It’s so nice seeing them be so openly close and caring so so much about each other and staying platonic. You can always explore the romantic side through fanfic in the end having a semi-mainstream tv show double, triple, quadruple down on a girl/boy friendship just being platonic is great, sorry!
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Anya, the leader of Trikru, was a powerful woman. She was also a passionate one. That was one of the many reasons you loved her. You had a special relationship with the warrior since you were children, she would rarely be seen without you near. When Anya decided to begin the attack on Skaikru, she chose you to lead the first wave. Normally she wouldn’t put you at risk in such a way but, with most of their enemies incapacitated by the disease they sent, she was certain this was a sure win.
Adrenaline shook your veins, like the wild vibration of leaves in a storm. Your feet bounced as you stood in a tree, watching over the forest. The coast was clear. You nodded to Tris, Anya’s young mentee. It was time to charge. A roar erupted from your chest and reverberated through the trees, letting everyone else know it was time. Jus dren jus daun.
Your feet hit the floor gracefully with Tris landing next to you. You steadied the girl as she stumbled, her height made the drop a little more intense. She pushed your hands away to save face in front of the older warriors, but gave you a small and grateful smile. The two of you led the charge, the jeers and roars from your brothers in arms got louder and louder as you reached the bridge. Once you crossed this, you would start encountering Skaikru. Your heart thundered in anticipation as you picked up your pace. You had gotten about a third of the way across the bridge when you spotted something. At first it looked like a grey dot, but as you approached you could tell it was a barrel of some sort. You stopped in your tracks when you looked past it and saw a Skaikru warrior, pointing their weapon at the out of place barrel. You realised this must be some kind of trap.
“TRIS!!” You screamed at the girl but she could not hear you over the chanting. Jus drein jus daun.
The others had begun to overtake you not hearing your frantic orders to stop. You pushed them all out of the way, trying to reach Tris. You couldn’t let her be the one to trigger whatever trap Skaikru had laid. Finally you managed to catch the girls wrist but, it was too late. You shielded young Tris with your body as the barrel exploded. The air turned red as flames ravaged your skin and blew the pair of you to the ground beneath the bridge. You heaved in a breath and time stopped. The bricks that were once a bridge, had been flung to the sky. It was as if they were floating up there, never to come down. If only that were true. Suddenly, the suspension was over and gravity brought the bridge back to the ground. Your breath released, in a shaky erratic manner. In an instant your vision faded black with rubble choking your lungs and the echoes still ringing. Jus drein jus daun.
Anya screamed like a banshee as she threw her arms down onto a table, breaking it in two. She had been told how your body was found. Burned and buried under tonnes of rubble, holding a barely alive Tris beneath you. Half of her died with you. All she had to hold on to was the hope, that your final wish came true, that Tris would live. When that too failed, her heart finally broke. The chanting that comfortingly carried you to your grave, would forever live in the place of Anya’s heart.
