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Prettiest mf on the show

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SO COOL

nam gyu edit ^^

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Scream activated lighting

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Toki art from volunteering yesturday.

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SO JEALOUS OF HIS WIFE

This picture is now my favorite richard harmon photo

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frank looking fine asf while gerard threatens to prowl closer or some shit

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WIP!!!

I THOUGHT IT BE SILLY TO DRAW THEM LIKE THIS

IDK IF THIS HAS BEEN DONE BEFORE THOUGH

Eehhh I lowkey need sleep

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"What's your guilty pleasure?" I don't feel guilty about pleasure.

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hello

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Thinking about John Murphy in a grumpy x sunshine scenario.

(By the way, I just started watching The 100, so please be nice)

Warnings: swearing, conflicting feelings, mentions of violence.

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Thinking about John Murphy getting lost with you in the woods after you were both sent out together to hunt.

You remained optimistic while Murphy wanted you to shut up for just 5 seconds so he could concentrate on trying to find camp again.

You were one of the odd balls of the band of criminals that came to Earth from The Ark. You were only there because you were convicted of a crime you didn't commit.

Murphy couldn't stand your cheerful attitude. The sound of your voice nauseated him, and being stuck with you only made him want to kill you more with each passing second. If it weren't for Clarke, you would have been dead as soon as he got off the ship.

Nightfall came closing in on the two of you, and you still haven't found your way back to camp. So the only option you had was to build a fire and try to get some rest for the night.

The next problem to arise was that it had rained earlier in the day, so all the wood and leaves you could find were too damp to burn. You had to forgo the fire and just try your best to get some sleep.

Murphy was on his back staring up at the star filled sky, his breath a fog in his face due to the cold night air. His jaw clenched in frustration because he couldn't sleep over the sound of your teeth chattering and your shakey breaths.

He sat up quickly and turned to you to tell you stop, but he froze at what he saw. You were curled up in a ball with your eyes screwed shut, shivering and trying your hardest to conserve your own body heat, your teeth chattering away. Your upper body was just covered by a thin long sleeve shirt that did next to nothing when it came to keeping you warm.

Murphy was bewildered when he realized he kind of felt sorry for you. You were too weak to be out here. You should have stayed at camp where you were safe. He had no idea why you volunteered to come with him on this hunting trip, nor did he have any idea why Bellamy let you come.

Murphy rolled his eyes and let out a big sigh, creating a big cloud of his own breath. He shrugged off his jacket and drapped it over your body, mumbling incoherent complaints as he layed back down.

You opened your eyes when you realized the cold had left you. You lifted your head to see Murphy's jacket laying over you and looked to your right to see Murphy curled up like you were.

Without even giving it a second thought, you shifted over next to him and drapped the jacket over the both of you. When Murphy opened his eyes and saw you laying so close to him, his heart felt like it skipped several beats.

"What the hell are you doing?" He snarled at you. You just offered him a kind smile and said, "If we're gonna survive out here, we should look out for each other."

Murphy stayed laying on his back while you laid on your side facing him. You were so close to him that his arm was almost touching your chest. The jacket laying on top of the both of you helped to keep your combined body heat contained, so the frigid air was more tolerable.

Murphy tilted his head towards you and observed you as you slept. He couldn't wrap his head around why you were so nice to him when he was anything but nice to you. He treated you like dirt. He would cuss at you, threaten you with words and weapons, and body check you if you got in his way. He gave you every reason to hate him, and yet you remained as sweet as honey.

You always said good morning and goodnight to him even if he replied with a grumbled "shut up" or "fuck off". You always gave him whatever food you didn't eat with a smile and he would accept it with reluctance and furrowed eyebrows. When you found out it was his birthday a few weeks back, you made him a necklace out of acorn shells and twine because "everyone should get a gift on their birthday, John." He refused to wear it, but he secretly kept it because for some reason he couldn't bring himself to throw it out.

Murphy fell asleep to the sight of your resting form, and when he woke the next morning, he felt something on his chest weighing him down. He blinked his eyes open and saw your head laying right over his heart with your hand resting on his sternum.

You were still asleep, your breaths coming out in soft snores. You must have wandered closer to him in your sleep, and now you were cuddled up to him like he was your long-time lover.

Murphy laid frozen with ambivalence. He didn't like you, that he knew for certain, but he also didn't hate the site and feeling of you curled up to him. He would be a lying bastard if he said he didn't feel a weird turning in his stomach that most people called butterflies.

He raised a hand slowly and found himself reaching for your head to stroke your hair. He stopped himself before he could do it, rerouting his thoughts out of his heart and back into his head. He instead used that same hand to lightly shake your shoulder to wake you up.

You mewled as you woke, and then you quickly sat up once you realized you were cuddling with Murphy. You glanced over at him as he sat up and looked at you like he was waiting for an explanation.

"Good morning, um... sorry about that. I guess i got cold last night, " you said in a coy tone. Murphy let out a sigh through his nose and threw his jacket back on. "Whatever just...don't do it again," he replied with annoyance.

After hours of walking and taking occasional rests when you got tired, you both finally found your way back to camp. Bellamy came running up to you and Murphy with relief in his body language.

"What happened? I was starting to think you two were dead, " Bellamy lectured like an angry parent. "We got lost, but John got us back safely," you beamed while squeezing Murphys bicep. He, of course, ripped himself from your grip and looked at you like you had 6 heads.

"Oh ya, sure you got lost," you heard Jasper chime in as he came up beside Bellamy. You chuckled and gave Jasper a playful shove before walking away and heading to your tent. Jasper and Bellamy both watched as you walked off, and Jasper mumbled something to Bellamy that made Murphy's blood boil. "I wouldn't mind getting lost with her."

Murphy grabbed Jasper by the collar of his shirt and brought him in so he was nose to nose with him. "Say that shit again and you're a fucking dead man. Got it?" Murphy growled, feeling his veins swell with anger and... jealousy? Jasper nodded his head nervously, and Murphy shoved him away. Bellamy took Jasper by the arm and looked at Murphy like he couldn't figure out why he lashed out before they both turned away.

Truthfully, Murphy didn't know why he lashed out either. He normally wouldn't give a shit if any guy looked at you or made suggestive comments about you. It was clear that after having spent all of yesterday and last night lost in the woods with you that his feelings towards you were starting to shift. Why did you have to be so damn nice?

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caked up mmm😋🍽️

me when namgyu :

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Me in the mental hospital after watching the jump rope game

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