#the100 fluff

Summary: Jaha left you with Murphy and you two found a bunker, where you were currently trapped. What'd happen if you don't say anything about your injuries and yell at Murphy for not allowing you to check up on his wounded hand? A/N: Just another cute shit with Murphy, because honestly? I have so many ideas for fics with this boy. I'm like an ocean of ideas here now. Warnings: mention of blood and other injuries, language, Murphy being Murphy Pairing: (͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) Murphy x reader ___________________________________________ - Murphy! - you screamed as loud as you could and then you winced slightly. But you ignored the pain in your side, just to yell more at Murphy. You two were currently trapped in some bunker you found, when Jaha disappeared, leaving you with wounded boy. The boy who you had crush on. Okay, maybe more than crush now. It was crush when you had landed on Earth. Now it was more like... love. You thought it was love, you just never felt anything like that, so you weren't sure. But even if you felt something to him, you tried to just be his friend since you didn't know what to do at all with your feelings. And when you helped him up on the beach, you two went ahead, searching for... for anything. Then you found that weird door, somehow you ended up trapped inside. But you couldn't complain. There were food, fresh water, clothes, shower. And even technology! At least Murphy wasn't alone here. You immediately yelled at him, when he didn't want to show you his hand. Again. - Murphy, show me your fucking hand! - you screamed again, walking angrily toward the couch, where the boy sat minutes ago. - Calm down, it's just a scratch - he mumbled, already eating some crackers he found in the kitchen. You sighed heavily. Either of you went to the shower to this moment, because this stubborn little shit tried to convince you that he felt okay with dirt on him. - Yeah, it'll be 'just a scratch' when you'll catch the infection, you prick - you growled quietly. - At least go and take a shower - you sighed. Murphy immediately turned his head and looked at you. - There is a shower in here? - he asked and suddenly you just wanted to hit him. - So you actually didn't listen to me before - you sighed, rolling your eyes. - Yes, there is a shower. Now go and wash your fucking hair at least. - You don't have to tell me twice - Murphy muttered, standing up and quickly walking toward the hallway. - Apparently, I had to! - you yelled after him, but he just snorted. And when he was in the shower, you decided to look around more. So you wandered through the room which seemed to be the living room, through the kitchen and the bedroom. You sighed, when you saw one king-sized bed. You winced and pressed your hand to your side. You breathed out slowly, waiting for tha pain to go away again. - Hey, [Y/N]! Where are you? - you heard Murphy just after he opened the door from the bathroom. You took a shallow breath and turned around. - Here - you said, walking out of the bedroom, locking the door behind you. You looked at the boy, who now had just a towel wrapped around his waist. - I think there are clothes in bedroom, so... - you gestured at the door, trying not to look at his naked torso. You smiled slightly and walked past him, quickly locking yourself in the bathroom. You sighed slightly, trying to not touch your side anymore. You got undressed and looked at yourself in the mirror. Tired eyes, hair with ash and blood in them, your face dirty with what left after that boy, who stepped on a mine, your body tanned and visibly stronger than on the Arc. You smiled to yourself and then you looked at your left side and your smile disappeared. There was no deep cut or anything like that, just huge, blackish and purplish bruise. And then you looked at your shoulder. Yep, there was a wound you didn't even feel was there. You sighed and rolled your eyes. You stepped into the shower and turned on the water. Yes, that was the best feeling in the whole universe. You wrapped yourself in a towel and looked at your dirty clothes. Murphy's were laying next to yours, so you just picked everything up and looked at the laundry machine. You pushed clothes inside and poured something on them. That something was standing in a bottle on the laundry machine, so it couldn't make anything worse... Right? You nodded to yourself and then pour some powder in there too. You turned few knobs, hoping you wouldn't destroy anything and then you pressed the 'start' button. You smiled to yourself and breathed in slowly. Mission for now: avoid Murphy until you'd be dressed up again. You opened the door and peeked at the hallway. No sign of Murphy. You quickly walked out of the bathroom and quietly ran to the bedroom. - Do you want a... You froze in place with a hand on the doorknob. You turned your head, so you could look at the Murphy standing few feet from you. - Oh, you told me that mine could cause an infection. And what about you, miss I-know-medicine-shut-up-Murphy? - he sneered, walking up to you. - I didn't feel any pain, so how could I know I had this? - you muttered, walking int the bedroom quickly. You heard irritated sigh, when you stopped in front of the closet. You chose buttoned up flannel and some shorts. That had to do its job until your clothes would be clean. - How's your hand? - you asked, going through the drawer next to the closed, hoping for some women underwear. Thank God, the towel you chose was huge. When you didn't hear any answer you looked at Murphy, who was now sitting on the bed, looking at something next to you. - Murphy - you said again, pulling him out of his thoughts. Then he looked at you with his eyebrows raised. - I asked how's your hand. - It's okay. I found some bandaids in the bathroom. And don't worry, the wound is clean and all that shit - he sighed, looking bored. You nodded and went back to digging in the drawer. Finally you found smaller boxers. Still men's, but it was underwear afterall. - And we have to share that bed... - he sighed quietly, more to himself than to you, so you just ignored it, even if it hurt a little, because he sound like he didn't want to do it. - Um, can you... - you motioned toward the door as you stood there with clothes in your hands. You felt warm liquid slowly running down your arm. You looked there and sighed. Great, the wound was still fresh. - Yeah, but just because I'm going for bandaids for you. Who knows what else you're hiding from me - Murphy stood up and walked out, closing the door behind him. You threw the towel somewhere and put on the boxers and the flannel as fast as you could. And when you just started to button up the shirt, the door opened widely. - Knock, knock, I'm back. - Fucker - you mumbled under your breath, immediately turning from him. When you were done with buttons, you turned around again. - And how the fuck am I going to put this on your arm if you already put on this shirt, huh? - Murphy asked with his eyebrows raised. - You won't. I'll do it myself. - Good luck with doing it with just one hand - he snorted. - Take out your arm from there or I'll do it myself - Murphy threatened, stepping closer. You raised your hand. - Okay, okay - you sighed and popped first two buttons open. You slid your injured arm out of the shirt and stood there awkwardly. Murphy walked up to you quickly. He opened the bottle of some alkohol and you looked at him with raised eyebrows. - What? Little miss doctor doeasn't know you have to disinfet the wound? - he smirked at you and you just rolled your eyes. - I know it, dumbass. But why alkohol? You didn't find anything in the bathroom? - you asked, completely serious. Murphy sighed and grabbed your elbow, pulling it slightly up. - Wait! - you stopped him and he looked at you, clearly annoyed. - To the bathroom. I don't want to sleep in the room where you pour alcohol everywhere. Murphy nodded and you two walked to the bathroom. There you streched out your arm above the sink. You clenched your teeth, waiting for stinging pain to come. And you let out long, loud hiss, when alcohol touched your wound. Murphy drowned your arm in the alcohol and put the half empty bottle on the shelf, so he would have two hands to wrap your arm up. You tried not to look into the mirror, tried not to look what was he doing, but you couldn't resist. He wasn't looking anyway, so you were staring now as he worked hard to wrap your hand prefectly. - Okay, any other injuries? - he asked, when he was done. You didn't answer, just put your arm inside the shirt again, leaving two buttons open. - So there are other wounds. Show me - he ordered. You looked at him surprised. - You're not a doctor, you wouldn't know if there's something wrong or not - you said, wanting to just get out of the small bathroom. - I may not be a doctor, but I'm not dumb. Just tell me what to do. You don't have to do everything by yourself - he shrugged and you thought for a second. Maybe it wasn't the best idea, but he was right. You were trying to keep you two alive and healthy, and to be honest, that was tiring as fuck. So you took a deep breath and lifted up the left side of your shirt. - Okay, what am I looking... - he went silent, when you showed him the bruise covering your side from fifth rib almost to your hip. - Holy shit. What is that from? - When I decided to fight that girl, Emori... Well, she kind of pushed me on her trolley and that's how it ended - you gestured to your side. - So. What am I going to do to check if everything is okay? - Murphy asked, looking at you. You almost snorted, seeing him nervous like that. But you didn't do anything. He was about to touch you, so it would be fun since you tried to avoid physical contact. - Press two fingers on the edge of the bruise, on my ribs - you said, your voice as steady as your heart wasn't. He nodded, kneeled next to you and did what you asked him for. You jumped slightly at the sudden contact, but either of you said nothing. - Move your hand in both sides. Do you feel any nodules? - you breathed out. Murphy shook his head. - Okay, now lower. Just check whole bruise like that and tell me if you feel something not natural - you said, not trusting your voice anymore. Murphy just did what you asked him for. He was gently pressing and moving his fingers on your skin, looking for anything unnatural. It hurt, but that was actually normal. And suddenly he pressed too hard. You moaned in pain and you immediately looked at Murphy, who was now looking at you. You didn't know if you should tell him something or just turn into perfectly red tomato. But then he opened his mouth. - Can you not? You frowned, not understanding what the hell he wanted. - Don't make me harder than I am now - he said almost angrily, getting back to his work. - I think you meant 'it'. He looked at you with eyebrows raised. - You meant 'don't make it harder'... - I know what I meant - he cut you off and glued his eyes to your side again. Everything went silent. Except for the laundry machine of course. - You sure you meant it? - For fucks sake, [Y/N] - he sighed and got up. - How do you expect me not to get a fucking erection, when you're walking around just in towel, bending over and wearing oversized shirt? You're hot as hell. You looked at him, not knowing what to say. He sighed heavily. - All done. I'll be in the kitchen - he said, walking out from there. After a few minutes of trying to understand what he meant, you quickly walked to the kitchen. - I just wanted to say thank you for doing it even if it made you uncomfortable - you said, gesturing to your side. Murphy looked at you and nodded. - My fault, because I wanted to do something nice for you for once - he looked at the glass full of some liquid, probably alcohol. - You want some? - he asked, gesturing to his glass. - Real whisky, imagine that. - Oh, shit. Give me whole fucking bottle - you smiled in excitement. Murphy smirked and pulled out another glass from the cupboard. And after few hours you two were sitting in most random places with glasses in your hands. But you still weren't wasted, no. You were just slightly drunk. Just slightly. - Hey, John - you called and turned your head to the side, so you could see Murphy sitting under the table. You were laying on the counted by the way. - Mhm? What? - he muttered, taking another sip of his whisky. - Can I call you John? - you asked, sitting up. You got off the counter and sat on the floor, right in front of Murphy. - Well, you just did - he smirked. - Okay, so, John - you smiled widely. - I really, really, really, really, really, really, really... - You're drunk - he snorted and you just nodded. - Yes, I am. But I like you so much, it almost hurts - you whispered, looking at your empty glass. You heard him choking on his drink and then coughing slightly. - You what? - he asked, clearly shocked. You nodded, confirming your words. - Well, I should be happy, right? - you looked at him surprised. You didn't expect this. - I mean, I like you too, you know. You smiled, at first slightly, but then you bursted into giggles. You saw him moving from his safe spot and walking to you on all four. Then he plopped beside you. You looked at each other and either of you break the eye contact, when his hand found yours and laced his fingers with yours. You leaned slightly toward him and he leaned toward you. All you could do was closing your eyes and moving closer to him. Your lips met and you felt shiver running down your spine. You moved from the floor and sat on his tighs, not breaking the kiss. When you finally had to pull away, because of the lack of air, you smiled at each other. - Now I won't have any objections on sleeping with you in the same bed - he said and you bursted into laughter.