ｗｒｅｎｃｈ ｍｏｎｋｅｙ

THAT LOOK.  god it was like she was trying to turn him to stone.  he hadn’t said anything that bad, had he?  he clenched his teeth,  grimacing.  “ well i’m not a toddler so – ”   because sarcasm always was the right move to make when your girlfriend was glaring through your soul.  “ but if you want me to talk to you,  i will.  all you have to do is ask babe. ”  raven liked pet names,  right?

“ well i don’t REALLY  have anything — but that wasn’t the point.  it’s the principal okay? ”   because he obviously knew so much about principals. he shrugged as he took a step closer to her,  “besides,  i’m not complaining about EVERYTHING you do –  just the stuff that bugs me.”   

“  it’s compromise.  REALLY.  that’s what you’re going with?  nice try –  tell me,  what exactly would you be compromising again?  pretty sure you’re getting everything you want.  me included,  obviously.”

@wrenchmonkey   |    continued from here!!

“   AND  i appreciate that.  seriously,  the fact you’re not beating me up anymore shows how far we’ve come  — yet, for some reason, it’s all of my stuff that has to be thrown out to make room.“ he held his hands up in defense, ” NOT that i’m complaining.  i’m just saying it seems a little  unfair.“

meme me up, scotty!!  →  accepting  →  @liittlespacer

meme me up, scotty!!  →  accepting

     " yes, not all  bad.  as in there are some redeeming factors.“  he didn’t even need to look at her to convey what he meant by that though,  it was blatantly obvious.  although since he always did like to be unpredictable,  ” you’re good company.“  this time he meant it a more serious sense.  her company, all this time they were spending together. it was past the point where it could be considered growing on him,  if anything he was practically  loving it.  "guess you’re right.”  yeah,  he’d thought about the similarities they had before but not in the sense that justified them being perfect for one another.  maybe it did.  maybe that’s why this thing between them was so addictive,  " really?  so you’re not one of those prince charming  kind of girls?“  well she was dating him,  "good to know.  now i don’t have to worry about changing myself for you.”  

     guess she should probably be grateful to emori for that – as weird as that sounded.  emori was the one who’d taught him about stealing back on the ground. stealing for survival. although maybe she wasn’t.  maybe  it was just in his blood.  not that stealing some beer for selfish reasons was anything close to what his father had done for him.  for one thing stealing food was worth it, medicine that didn’t work was definitely not.   yes the words were in his head. they were always whirling around in his head for some reason.  in reality, he didn’t think she was psychotic or a mental patient.  it was simply because he’d had the words thrown in his direction so many times that deflecting them at someone else made himself feel better.  it was selfish and given the chance, he’d take it back.  " pretty sure i’m always worth it.“  lies.  and even if it were true,  now probably wasn’t the right time to be smug or sarcastic.  ” you’re supposedly the rocket scientist, you telling me you can’t figure that out yourself. guess you’re not perfect after all.“

Keep reading

‘ some redeeming factors. ’   she almost snorted at the comment. she’d like to think everything about her was considered a redeeming factor.   ‘ i know i am. i’m awesome. ’   just because you seem to think so, doesn’t mean that you are, raven.   ‘ you’re pretty okay company too, i guess. ’   that was basically good company. hell, in comparison to the other mechanics  &  engineers back home? he was up there with the best company she had ever had.   ‘ always am. ’   or, you know, like 98% of the time. no big deal.   ‘ ew, no. ’   she shook her head, her face mildly scrunched up at the mention of prince charming.   ‘ my prince charming cheated on me. perfect is too good to be true. ’   which did make sense considering here she was with murphy.   ‘ i wouldn’t be here with you if i didn’t like how you were now. no changing. ’   now that definitely was a compliment.

she wished she could help, but between the complete lack of experience in stealing   (  except, you know, stealing three months worth of oxygen from a space station  )   &  the fact she wouldn’t exactly be the fastest at escaping, it unfortunately had to all come down to him. she could understand wanting to throw those words at someone else, make them feel the way almost everyone back at camp had made him feel over  &  over again, but would she do that to someone she claimed to care about? no. especially not someone she considered her boyfriend. she raised a brow at his comment, a small grin lingering on her lips. now it was her turn to be the smug one.   ‘ you thought i was perfect? ’   not what he said, but definitely how she’s planning on taking it.

        well that was painfully  obvious.  if either of them had any they wouldn’t be sat there questioning it right now.  they’d be doing their own thing.  huh,  suddenly he was feeling a little grateful about their shared lack of self control. “ well, it’s not all bad.”   in fact it was good.  really good.  too good to admit to himself and her.  the best damn thing this planet had to offer though?  maybe give him a chance to explore the world outside of either of their apartments before he made that call.  he rolled his eyes at her comment  " i know right.  it’s disgusting – didn’t hear you denying it though.“  a playful smirk spreads across his face.  he wasn’t denying it either although perfect might be a bit of an overstatement.  "admit it,  i’m your perfect man.”

        as much as he’d enjoy the rare occurrence of being able to teach raven something,  he didn’t particularly feel like standing in the kitchen with her anymore.  they’d end up running out of eggs and patience if this recent little breakfast scuffle was anything to go by.  and in his defense,  it wasn’t just the money that was stolen, thank you very much – he’d lost count the amount of times he’d walked out of a store with a bottle of milk in his coat or some beer down his pants.   that’s what pockets were for though.  okay,  he shouldn’t have called her psychotic,  knowing full well that it was neither acceptable nor true.  he did things that were out of line when he was pissed off though.  surely she knew he didn’t mean it. after all, he genuinely liked her too. “ you had no problem dealing with my dramatic ass last night.”   in any other circumstances he’d smile  but he was still irritated so he kept his face expressionless,  "feel free to float yourself if it’s bothering you so much now though.“  please don’t.

Keep reading

that was true. but really, who would blame the poor kids for wanting to spend so much time together?   (  apart from probably everyone back home, obviously.  )   ‘ not all bad? ’   quite the compliment there, murphy. at least they’re becoming more frequent  &  less requested. but she did have to admit there was definitely some perks to their quality time spend together. as for them being perfect for each other…   ‘ there’s not really anything to deny. ’   troubled backstories, terrible upbringings, shitty parents… they just fit so well.   ‘ haven’t really given thought into what my perfect man consists of, so i’ll get back to you on that one. ’

regardless of what else he had stolen for the both of them over the time they had both been in seattle, she was beyond grateful. even if she didn’t want to admit it. if she didn’t have murphy, she probably wouldn’t be eating as often as she did. at least he was being a quality boyfriend  &   providing. he definitely had that going for him. she was still a little pissed about the psychotic comment. mostly because between that  &  him calling her a mental patient, regardless of whether or not the comments come out through rage or not, they were there, they were in his head,  &  the anger finally let it out. that’s just something she can’t seem to get out of her head no matter how hard she tried.   ‘ i have a higher tolerance when it’s worth it. ’   she means spending time with him, obviously. not so much the fun they have whilst spending time together.   ‘ sure, get nasa on the line. get me on the next ship off the planet  &  i will. ’   so goddamn dramatic.

    probably for the best considering a debate about self control between the two of them would be about as productive as two grounders debating pacifism.  it was safe to say neither of the pair had a leg to stand  on ( actually,  that probably wasn’t very safe to give the circumstances. thank god he hadn’t actually said that out loud )  he’d much rather just prove that neither of them had any self control,  in one very obvious way – or, as she seemed to be doing,  just not admit it at all.  " yeah or i’d be putting up with you for no reason.“  because as much as he did dig  her,  she still had a way to get under his skin.  ” me,  a pain in the ass?  you’re not wrong.  guess that makes us a perfect match.“  who’d have thought it?

    murphy failed to believe that raven would’ve just helped if he asked.  not after she’d made such an effort to flutter her eyelashes and trick him in to making it for her.    and as for her little testing  of his reflexes,  yeah maybe calling it psychotic was a little bit of an over reaction.  reckless was a better word for it.  reckless,  stupid,  immature.  all things that raven probably would’ve yelled at him for being if the situation was reversed and she was the one with a blistering finger.   in fact, she sort of had,  if you traded the blistering finger for brain damage.  and the harsh words for physical assault.  not that he was holding a grudge against her for that.   it just seemed to justify his reaction a little more. ” oh well i wasn’t aware of that.“  the words were accompanied by a roll of his eyes,   "remind me next time to murder you instead of throwing an egg at you.  you might respond better.”   or she might not respond at all.  mainly because she’d be dead and dead people don’t talk murphy.

Keep reading

she would’ve probably laughed at his choice of words, because really, it wasn’t as if it was a lie. both literally  &  figuratively. at least for her, anyways. what even was the point in admitting neither had self control? they both knew the truth about the other, albeit physically or sexually when it came to each other.   ‘ you say that like being around me is a bad thing. ’   because she will definitely argue that her company is the best goddamn thing this planet has to offer. especially now that they’re nowhere near their other friends.   ‘ can’t believe you just considered us perfect for each other. gross. ’

she definitely would’ve helped, after all, she did want to learn how to cook properly, then she could do it for herself rather than relying on him or someone else to keep her fed.   (  &  considering their current income was purely stolen money, it wasn’t as if she had all too much to waste at diners constantly.  )   literally she would’ve preferred any of those other ones over psychotic. mostly because the term just sticks with her the same way him calling her a mental patient did. not exactly the kind of pet names you want from someone you genuinely like.   ‘ i’ll be sure to beg for that next time. i’d rather be dead than dealing with your dramatic ass. ’   she doesn’t mean that.

      not a lot.  he’d experienced firsthand her lack of self control that first night they’d slept together. “ oh please,   i’d be surprised if you had any.” she really couldn’t keep her hands off of him.  and in terms of her temper – well she’d attacked him.  not so much self control shown there.  not that he was one to talk.  although he’d done pretty well to not kill anyone lately,  even if he did say so himself. “good because i dig you too.”  a smile spreads across his face as he gives her a genuine compliment.  she was right, there really was no point in even pretending to deny it anymore with everything that happened between them.  that didn’t mean he wasn’t tempted to try though,  just for fun.  “when you’re not being a giant  pain in the ass that is.”

      he’d only thrown it at her because he trusted she would watch it and yeah,  maybe he’d thought that if he’d thrown her the egg she have the incentive to help him with their breakfast. but no.  she’d thrown it back at him without a warning.  hell,  she was lucky he hadn’t burnt himself then.  he narrowed his eyes as she laughed,  knowing full well that she was doing so because she was finding their little heated discussion hilarious.  yes it was hypocritical of him to call her that  but with the way she was acting no one could blame him,  right?  " oh yeah that’s it i forgot i’m the murdering psychopath. “  he repeated her words from the dropship.  temper rising slightly as he though back to bellamy in the bunker.  you haven’t changed.  except he had,  apparently more than anyone seemed to realize.  ” didn’t seem to bother you last night.“  more words muttered under his breath,  barely even audible.  he wasn’t really sure how they’d even reached this point. surely he wasn’t just going to back down.  maybe they did need a few seconds apart after spending so much time with each other recently  but if that was the signal raven had given,  he clearly hadn’t gotten it. evident from the fact that he’d was following behind her,  "you think i wanted to start shit?  i was in pain.”  she should know that pain and stress made people cranky. he walked over to the couch and placed himself on the arm, to stubborn to sit next to her,  yet not wanting to be too far away. “ what do you want me to say?”

just because she didn’t actually have much self control, didn’t mean she needed to admit to that.   ‘ agree to disagree. ’   because she knows he’s right  &  definitely doesn’t want to have to defend herself over something like that   (  especially when she would be fighting for a lie.  )   but there definitely was much regret with her lack of self control  --  or at least the physical side of it. she wasn’t about to apologize for how little she tries to stay away from him.   ‘ i’d wanna hope so. ’   after all, you are putting up with her, murphy.   ‘ feeling is definitely mutual on that one though, don’t you worry. ’   at least they could be giant pains in the ass together. how romantic of them.

she would have happily helped make breakfast,  &  to be fair, she wasn’t exactly expecting him to automatically turn around as soon as he had thrown it. it was a spontaneous thought that yeah, she probably shouldn’t have done, but he did give her the means to do it. she would hardly call her reaction psychotic. what part of throwing an egg at someone who had only seconds before thrown that same egg at you, was considered psychotic? then again, the last time they had gotten into a fight she did get a little   (  or a lot  )   physical when it came to getting her anger out.   ‘ still sounds better than an egg throwing psychopath. ’   she’s still not entirely sure how he had come to that conclusion, but she’s stopped questioning him at this point. she didn’t exactly hear his next comment, not clearly anyways. so that was definitely better off left untouched.

      “ break up with me ?  you wouldn’t be able to keep away.”  not now she’d had the full on girlfriend experience anyway.  charming conversations,  complimentary breakfast and delightful  little puns.  what’s not to love about that? – not to mention the stellar bedroom skills the boy possessed.  shit she really was his girlfriend wasn’t she?  that explained why the thought of her even considering breaking up with him had made him a little disappointed.  "i know right.“  she might be able to give a compliment,  that didn’t mean he could take one without being a smug son of a bitch though.  "you dig me.”  as in dig a hole to bury him in just in case this relationship went sour? probably. although he still appreciated the weird sense of confirmation that came from the entire conversation they were having.   

       okay,  so lashing out at her wasn’t exactly called for  but it was her fault.  she, the so called mature one, was the one who’d wanted to wipe egg on his face like a child.  plus it fucking hurt,  and he was still grouchy.  " oh like what?“  he groaned, turning to face her,  ” like a dude who was trying to get away from his psycho girlfriend?“  a smirk accompanied the words,  definitely not a wise choice considering the tension that seemed to be building between them – and not the good kind.  he shook his hands dry and turned off the tap,  hand still in a lot of pain.  in terms of spats this definitely wasn’t the worst that they’d had  ( she’d literally  tried to sacrifice him )  that didn’t mean he was just gonna back down and take the blame for it though.  ”fantastic.“  he took one look at the bacon,  still a little pink in the middle.  definitely could’ve done with a few more seconds  but at this point the chance of them enjoying a nice little breakfast together was dwindling. "this look done to…”  and  she was gone.  "wow,  so you’re gonna be a child and walk away?“  a half sigh,  half groan escaped his lips as he trailed behind her out of the kitchen. "way to be an adult raven!”

‘ you’d be surprised with how much self control i have. ’   literally the biggest lie considering how many fights she’s tried to start in her life. what can she say? she has a lot of built up anger  &  has to get it out somehow, obviously. the thought of breaking up with him didn’t exactly sit well with her either, but seeing as she wasn’t actually ever planning on it, she could totally joke about it.   ‘ i do dig you. ’   she thought that much was obvious considering the amount of time she spends with him  &  the things they do whilst spending time together.

       he raised an eyebrow,   “ and i think you’re super  lying.”  although her reaction was starting to make him question who was the more mature – or at least the closest to being mature out of the pair.  she was definitely right about the authenticity though.  yeah he could spend all his time feeding her ego and buttering her up to make up for their less than conventional relationship history  but that would just feel like a cop out.  if raven was being a bitch he’d tell her,  just as he’d expect her to tell him if he was being an ass.  it really was a beautiful thing.  "really because i feel like i’ve aged twenty years in the past few months.“  stress did that to a person clearly.  at least if he were thirty-odd he could blame all the shit he’d done on a mid life crisis.  but alas,  still a teenager.  thanks for the reminder raven.   as bad as it sounded,  his way of justifying it was the same as hers.  he’d spent so much time on the ground focusing on saving emori and it sucked.  he loved her but that burden of caring about someone when you know they’re probably going to die was hard to live with.  it was nice to not have that.  he could do nothing for emori anymore and sitting around waiting for her to pop up out of nowhere would’ve driven him insane.  so what was so bad about spending time with raven?  they enjoyed each other’s company,  he felt relaxed around her.  ” well it’s not like you have any other friends.“  didn’t that make them exclusive by default?   not that he could lecture her about friends considering he had…one  (  at a stretch ).  he smiled as she did,  appreciating that she accepted the compliment rather that torment him for actually showing feeling.  "you’re welcome – feel free to compliment me now.”  because who really compliments someone without expecting one in return?

      “ you swear to god you’ll what?  scramble  me?”  he teased,  self control failing him as  he figured that she didn’t really have a threat in mind.  she’d already covered him in egg and strong armed him in to cooking her breakfast,  what else could the girl do?  "sorry.  but you asked for that one.“   come on raven,  you can’t tell john murphy something without expecting him to do the opposite.  rookie mistake.   "so funny, so clever,  so handsome.”  might as well finish her sentence considering she was obviously listing all his best qualities.  who’d put that pan there again?  oh yeah, him.  the feeling in his hand quickly turned from numbness to pain as he grabbed hold of it.  he knew it wouldn’t take him long to injure himself.  of course it was nothing in comparison to what they’d both been through.  didn’t mean he wasn’t gonna act like it was though.  "yeah well i didn’t do it on fucking purpose.“  the words came out harsher than he had intended as he snapped at her,  "way to state the obvious raven.  i’m not a moron.” he’d already turned away from her,  hand going straight under the tap.  the cold water definitely made it feel better. still hurt like a bitch though.  he caught her look in the corner of his eye as she looked at the stove,  "it should be done by now.  just turn it off.“  he focused back on the tap,  still waiting for the stining to subside.  ”bitch.“  

‘ that you’re mature? i’m so glad you admitted it because i don’t know how much longer i could’ve kept that up. ’   who even was the mature one at this point? surely her whole extra year of life experience made her so much more mature, right? obviously not. even if given the choice she’s pretty sure she would rather take the sarcastic, backhanded compliments than the cute lovey shit that other people get. better to be real with the person you claim to care about than to sugarcoat things constantly.   ‘ well that’s good because you don’t look a day over forty. ’   because why not compliment him  &  then take it away? clearly such a good girlfriend. she definitely feels him on the stress thing though. it would’ve been nice for a day to go by where someone wasn’t stressing her out, but apparently that was just too much to ask for back home, not that she would take it back considering said stress did help save lives from time to time. at least it was worth it. had they been in the bunker she would probably be more against the whole hooking up situation, but when she was the only one who knew how to get them into space, leaving the others on the ground with only the lighthouse bunker to take refuge in, didn’t exactly look like it would end well for them.   ‘ yeah, thanks for reminding me. ’   not that it wasn’t entirely her fault because she wasn’t exactly putting herself out there or anything.   ‘ you get a compliment when you earn it. ’   a reasonable offer if she did say so herself.

        so negative upbringings, poor parental figures and an addiction to getting hurt weren’t the most romantic things to have in common with your significant other  but he definitely couldn’t deny that it made them understand each other on a level that most people didn’t.  saying they were perfect for each other might be a bit of a stretch.  there was no denying that they seemed to work though.  match made in hell.  definitely hell.  " i detect a hint of sarcasm.“ as if there wasn’t a hint of sarcasm in everything that they said to each other.  maybe that was proof that they weren’t mature. or at least that he wasn’t.  it was always fun to pretend though.  "i just mean that it makes us sound like teenagers.”  even though that’s exactly what they were.  what else could he say though?  even if raven had figured out the reason behind his reluctance it didn’t make it any easier to admit.  then he’d have to say out loud that he’d betrayed emori by developing feelings for raven.  times like this he wished he was still the kind of asshole that didn’t care about hurting people.  why did he have to develop feelings again?  " is this your way of saying you’re seeing other people?  and there i was thinking we were exclusive.“  as exclusive as a couple could be when one was still sort-of, technically in a complicated relationship.  exclusive enough that the idea of her being with other guys bugged him.  ” anyone who doesn’t is a moron.“  wow.  that was actually a genuine statement.  turns out he was capable of giving her a compliment.

      he might have to rethink the whole cooking for her arrangement if it came with terms.  tidying up?  sure.  if by tidying up she meant shoving everything relatively clean in a drawer and hoping for the best.   yeah eggs were hilarious,  when you didn’t have yolk dripping down your chest.  only had himself to blame for that one.  "i thought it was egg-cellent.”  he mumbled under his breath,  trying to hide the fact that he obviously had no control when it came to pun-making.  " – but if you can’t handle my genius puns i guess i’ll back off.“  his eyes followed her hand as she wiped the egg from his torso. obviously that was when the idea had began forming in his mind.  by the time he’d distracted her with the kiss and then covered her in egg,  there was definitely no going back.  although the look on her face made him wish there was.  to be perfectly honest,  he was expecting her to hit him.  "raven wait! look i shouldn’t have done that.  i’m sorry.”  the words came out so quickly as he made an attempt to back away from her as she reached forward.  not far enough.  as the egg made contact with his face he flinched. almost leaping backwards and making an attempt to steady himself on the counter,  "fuck! “  that muffled sizzling sound could only have meant one thing.  the pain had been instantaneous as he clenched his fist. "forgot that was there.”  he turned his head,  looking at the hot pan that his fingers had just come in to direct contact with.  this is why you don’t mess around in the kitchen children.

‘ no, really. i think you’re super mature. ’   &  apparently her  &  her sarcasm were exempt from that mockery, because, you know, she was totally more mature than him. lies. but mature or not, the amount of sarcasm that went into their relationship definitely made it more authentic. no beating around the bush with constant sappy compliments  &  heart eyes like some other couples. they were real towards each other  &  that what must make it so worth it.   ‘ we are teenagers. ’   or at least she was still for a few more months, he had a little longer to go. she would completely understand the emori situation if he were to bring it up, after all, as much as she hates reminding herself, she knows exactly how emori would feel if she found out. knowing that exact feeling should make her think twice about the whole situation, but also it’s been so long   (  save for dying  &  resurrecting herself  )   since she’s actually done something purely for herself without thinking of others. maybe that’s why this was so easy for her.   ‘ we’re exclusive? ’   of course she wasn’t seeing other people, that would require spending time with people that wasn’t him  &  surely he had realized she pretty much spent all her time with him anyways. there may be connections still back home, but all that aside, they definitely were pretty damn exclusive. all the way down to the fact raven basically had no friends here outside of murphy. brows raised at the compliment, her smile only growing.   ‘ thanks. ’   see, she can take a compliment  &  not make it into something sarcastic.