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𝐄𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥 | 𝐉.𝐌 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
Requested by the beautiful @jaywolf840 :
Hiya! I was wondering if you possibly wouldn't mind writing a (The 100) John Murphy x reader imagine? 👉🏼 👈🏼
Maybe John and reader stargazing one night (this takes place during season 1-2) and it's basically just a cute fluffy time between the two until they get caught up in a moment, nearly kiss and one of them nearly confesses their feelings but then gets too embarrassed and cuts the night off to go to bed.
I hope that makes sense, I dunno I'm kinda tired 😂😅😅
𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Fluff, mentions of like violence but very mild, tragic backstories but you guys know the drill.
𝐒𝐲𝐩𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐬: Ethereal. That's what it was. The beauty of watching the stars in the sky from the ground was utterly breathtaking, and with John there to view it with you the moment couldn't be more perfect, and neither could he.
𝐀/𝐍: I read this request and died thinking about how cute I could make this so I hope you enjoy it <3
Earth was beautiful. Ever since you'd landed you'd known that this was where you were supposed to be. The vegetation, the wildlife, all of it. You adored the world around you and the abundance it offered. You loved the way running water sounded, and the way it felt against your virgin skin. You relished in the way the wind would caress your face and sweep your hair back behind you. You got drunk on the feeling of the sun kissing your face in the early morning when you left your tent.
Most of all though, you looked forward to the stars. Looking up into the barren land you once called a home, and drinking in the beauty of it from a distance.
A twig snapping from behind you made you jump, pulling your attention away from the sky above you. You didn’t need to turn to see who it was, and a small smile grew on your face as he sat down beside you, wordlessly.
Murphy, or John as you were allowed to call him when only his ears were around to hear it. The privacy the blanket of the night sky offered beat any makeshift tent back in your camp, and every night the two of you would sit and enjoy each others company, stargazing as it was called.
Some nights you would speak to each other, other nights you would sit and enjoy each others company in silence. It didn’t really matter whether your words were involved or not - it meant something to both of you either way.
“The stars are out again tonight.” You commented softly, taking his mind back to last night when a thick cloud cover had obscured them from your view. You had still sat and enjoyed the night, but it wasn’t the same without those little beacons lighting up the sky.
“Mmm.” He just hummed, sounding tired.
Not bothered or annoyed by you, just tired. He worked hard around the camp, and despite was people saw on the outside he was more than a snarky dickhead. You hated to say he was different with you, but he was. Maybe it was because you had taken the time to look past the rude exterior, and you hadn’t let prejudice sway how you treated him when you’d first met him.
“Long day?” You asked, shifting your head to the side slightly to look at him. He looked exhausted, heavy bags and sunken cheeks. His face was downturned without emotion, and his eyes were empty despite reflecting the stars above you.
“Yeah.” He nodded, adjusting to lay down beside you. You followed him, allowing your head to rest by his shoulder, brushing against it gently.
You felt his arm come around your shoulders, holding you. To anyone who stumbled out you would look like a love struck couple, but this was just your friendship with him. It was open and soft and gentle, all the things that he wasn’t.
You loved him either way. You didn’t know what kind of love you felt for him, at first it was platonic but now you weren’t so sure. It didn’t really matter - as long as he knew how you felt.
“You ever wish you could still be up there?” He asked, breaking the silence.
“The Ark?”
“Yeah.” He turned his head to look at you, eyes twinkling with something you couldn’t pinpoint.
“God no.” You almost laughed. “Why would I?”
“It was easier up there.” He shrugged. “People hated me, but not the way they do down here. I didn’t have to worry about being speared through the chest and strung up as bait, or how I’d find my next meal.”
“I don’t think it was easier up there.” You admitted. “I didn’t have you up there.”
He squeezed your shoulder. “That’s why it would’ve been easier for you.”
He said it as a joke but you could hear the sincerity behind his words. It made you frown.
“You’re perfect, John. You’ve made Earth so much better for me than you can even begin to understand.”
He was silent at your words for a moment, averting his gaze from yours, looking back to the stars for guidance.
A doubtful feeling grew in your stomach, as you wondered whether or not you’d said the right thing. He opened his mouth, as though he was about to say something but he was cut off.
A large crack of thunder echoed throughout the small valley you called home with the rest of the hundred. Droplets of rain fell from the sky, splattering onto your face, increasing with intensity every couple of seconds.
“We should head inside.” Murphy said, standing abruptly. Rain shook from his hair and clothes as he stood, reaching down to offer you a hand up.
You’d expected him to walk in through the gates with you but as soon as you were on your feet he’d turned and walked off, a nervous, almost shy, air about him that you’d never seen before.
You looked to the stars one more time before heading inside, but they were gone, once again buried beneath the rain clouds.
A small sigh left your lips as you trudged inside, already looking forward to your next stargaze with John.
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Assassin for hire looks like it'd be interesting 👀👀
For you a preview! This is likely going to be edited to sound much much better lol
You shut the creaky door of you ratty apartment closed. Leaning against it slightly as you composed yourself, willin the brewing headache away, but you knew it would be to no avail, it always was.
You glanced down just in time to see white fur ran at your feet, the softest purrs sounding through the quiet room. “Hey Al, you miss me today buddy,” you cooed fingers running through the fluffy fur.
“You didn’t mention you had a cat.”
Your falling back into the door, a shriek leaving your lips.
Wide eyes dart to your darkened living room, a man in all black sits in the seat by the window, eyes glowering as he watches your shaking form.
“W-who w-who are you?”
He looked at you in almost a bored matter, “the winter soldier .”
Your brows furrowed, “the winter what?”
“The winter soldier, the assassin you hired.”
Shit.
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My Damn Job
Request: Yes / No The second one uses the prompt 36. "You shouldn’t have come. You can’t be-" So uh, reader turns themselves in to the Grounders to save Murphy even though they'd been broken up and in turn they end up getting tortured instead of him. It'd been days of almost non-stop torture and then they hear Clarke, Bellamy, and everyone calling out their name. Surprisingly, Murphy is the one who finds them since he and everyone else had split up. Then, the prompt begins. @jaywolf840
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John Murphy x Fem!Reader
Word count: 1656
Warnings: Torture
Y/N: Your Name
Prompt(s): "You shouldn’t have come. You can’t be-"
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The Grounders wanted revenge, but no one really knew why. None of us had actually done anything to them, since they were the ones that started hunting us for no reason other than the fact our ship landed in ‘their territory’. They decided to put their target as my ex-boyfriend, John Murphy. I had no idea why they chose him out of everyone, but I knew I wouldn’t just sit back and watch everyone hand him over. I loved him and I knew I would never stop. I had snuck out that night and made my way to Lincoln's cave, he was the only one that knew where they were. I knocked on the wall to let him know someone was coming in and I had found him turning around with a sword at the ready.
“Y/N? Is Octavia with you?” He asked and I shook my head.
“I’m here alone. No one knows I’m here.” I said and he looked at me confused.
“Why?” He asked.
“Because, they would only stop me. I need you to tell me where the Grounders’ camp is.” I said, which only made him more confused.
“Why?” He asked again.
“I can’t tell you, you’ll stop me too.” I said and his eyes widened.
“Don’t tell me you’re surrendering yourself!” He said and I sighed.
“Lincoln, please.” I begged.
“No, now go back to your people.” He said.
“No! I’m doing this to protect my people.” I said.
“You want to protect that boy.” He said and I sighed.
“Yes, I want to protect John. They’re just going to give him up like he’s nothing! If I don’t do something, who knows what’ll happen to him.” I said with tears brimming my eyes.
“They’ll torture you for information.” He said and I gulped.
“I know…” I said.
“I could just bring you back and tell them of your plan.” He said and I shook my head.
“Me doing this could save Octavia too.” I said and he thought for a moment.
“You’re serious about this, aren’t you?” He asked and I nodded.
“Fine, but I won’t promise that I won’t tell Octavia next time she’s here.” He said.
“I guess that’s the best I’ll get… So, where are they?” I asked.
John’s POV
Bellamy, Clarke, and the others were currently arguing about throwing me to the Grounders. None of them liked me very much, so it wasn’t really surprising to me that they were considering the offer. Clarke, however, was shockingly arguing against the idea along with my ex-girlfriend Y/N. I was getting bored of their fighting, so I was just looking around the ship. That’s when I noticed Y/N wasn’t anywhere to be seen. I got up and looked outside the ship and didn’t see her anywhere, she wouldn’t have just walked out on a meeting like this without a really good reason.
“Guys, where’s Y/N?” I turned around to the group and asked. They all looked around and furrowed their brows.
“She wouldn’t have just wandered off.” Octavia said.
“Maybe she had to go to the bathroom?” Monty suggested.
“I’m pretty sure she would have excused herself.” Raven said. My eyes widened and the group looked at me confused.
“What is it, Murphy?” Bellamy asked.
“She’s not out there either…” I said pointing to the open door behind me.
“Oh my God…” Clarke said with wide eyes.
“What?” Jasper asked.
“That idiot!” I growled and shook my head.
“Can someone fill the rest of us in?” Raven asked.
“She went to the Grounders…” Clarke said.
“What?” Monty asked.
“There’s no way…” Octavia said.
“Why would she do that?” Jasper asked.
“Because she still sees something in this asshole.” Bellamy said motioning to me.
“We need to find her. Now.” I said and walked out of the ship.
Y/N’s POV
It’s been two weeks, I think, since I gave myself up to the Grounders. They had moved their temporary camp and when we had gotten to their new location a day later they started torturing me for information on my people. I of course, never gave up any information on my friends. I would die to protect them. To protect John. It was the middle of the night and they had locked my cage, finished with the torture until tomorrow morning. I laid in the cage, bloody, weak, and so tired. I had my eyes shut and waited for sleep to take over, but I heard someone calling my name. It was faint, but I was sure it was Clarke.
“Y/N!” Bellamy’s voice came from the distance.
“Murphy! Get back here!” I heard him growl a moment later and I forced myself to sit up. I looked around in the dark for any movement. Maybe I was hallucinating from all the bloodloss. There’s no way they’d actually put themselves in danger for me, especially John.
“Y/N!” John called, clear as ever. He was close. Hallucination or not, I wanted to see him. Leaves crunching on the ground were becoming clearer. Someone was getting closer. Soon the bushes a few feet away moved and there he was. John. He ran up to my cage and placed his hands over mine as I held the bars.
“John?” I asked and pushed my face closer to the bars to look at him better. I really couldn’t believe that John was actually here, of all the people.
“Yeah, it’s me and I’m getting you out of here.” He said and I shook my head.
"You shouldn’t have come. You can’t be-" I was cut off by his lips on mine.
“You really must be an idiot to think that I’d just leave you here like this. I was the one they wanted, not you.” He said and I let a few tears fall.
“I couldn’t let you get hurt…” I whispered.
“Stop trying to protect me! That’s my damn job!” He said and carefully went to the front of my cage. John was alway good at picking locks, so it was easy for him to open the door. He crawled in slightly and lifted me up, I felt so safe in his arms like I always did. He held me tightly and quietly snuck out of the Grounder camp.
“Y/N! Murphy!” Clarke called out. John picked up his pace a bit and soon the small group came into view.
“I found her.” John said and the other rushed over to us.
“They’ve been torturing her, we need to get her back now.” He said and Clarke gave me a once over.
“Let’s go, I’ll treat her when we get back.” She said and we were off back to camp. I felt my eyes getting heavier and my head lulled against John’s chest.
“You better not die on me.” He said and I gave a small smile.
“I’ll try not to…” I said quietly.
*Two days later*
I woke up to the lights of the dropship. I groaned and tried to sit up, but was quickly pushed down to the bed. I looked over, expecting it to be Clarked, but was surprised to find John. He looked like he hadn’t gotten much sleep.
“Don’t try and move too much. Clarke said you need to rest and gain your strength back.” He said.
“Have you slept?” I asked.
“Only you would worry about someone when you were on the brink of death two days ago.” He said with his classic smirk.
“I’m worried because it’s you.” I said and his smirk fell. He turned his head away and I gently grabbed his hand.
“Why did you end us?” I asked the question that’s been burning in my mind since that day. John sighed and pulled his hand away.
“You know what happened to my Mother.” He said.
“Yes…” I answered quietly.
“I never told you what she said to me before she choked on her own vomit… She said “You’re the reason your Father was floated. All of this is your fault, it should have been you, not your Father.” Those were her last words to me… She’s right. That’s why I broke it off with you. I just want to protect you.” He said and I felt a tear fall down my cheek.
“She’s not right, John. You know it’s not your fault.” I said, grabbing his hand again. John looked at me with tears in his eyes.
“Your Father wanted to protect you. You didn’t make him steal anything, you were a damn child! Your Mother and everyone in this camp are wrong about you. You’re the best man I know and I would do anything to save you.” I said and pushed myself to sit up. John’s eyes widened and he got up to try and push me back down, but I wouldn’t let him.
“Y/N lay down.” He said and I shook my head.
“I need you to know that everyone is wrong about you. John, you’re the sweetest, most caring guy I know. That’s why I gave myself up to the Grounders, because you don’t deserve anything they were going to do to you.” I said and he groaned.
“Okay, fine, you’re right, now will you please lay down?” He asked and I smiled slightly, laying back onto the bed.
“Happy?” I asked.
“No, you still shouldn’t have done that for me.” He said and I sighed.
“But you don’t deserve it…”
“Neither did you!” He said and gripped my hand.
“You are the most innocent person on this damn planet! If you ever do something so stupid like that again I promise that I won’t be so nice.” He said and I smirked.
“I love you, John Murphy.” I said and pulled him down to kiss him.
“Yeah yeah…” He said with a smile and sat back down in the chair next to me, holding my hand. Everything was perfect.
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We Came From the Stars
This has not been proofread.
John Murphy x Reader
This was requested by @jaywolf840. I hope you enjoy it!
Warnings: Cursing
Earth was, to say the least, terrifying. The whole place seemed to want every last one of you dead. The constant arguing amongst everyone - the fight to live alongside the Grounders - was always on your mind. The fear that plagued everyone's thoughts and actions was what led you here.
The time spent trying to survive on Earth was weighing everyone down. You needed some type of release, so you found a spot. It was a spot you came across while hunting. An open meadow that seemed to never end. It had the open sky - not shrouded like usual. You made a mental note of where it was before continuing on.
That night you snuck out, promising whoever was on duty that you'd do their chores. The meadow was all that was on your mind. It didn't occur that someone could follow or that the Grounders may know.
Once you made it there, you laid out the tiny blanket that you had. It wasn't much, but it added to the vibe you'd read about. It was quiet and noisy all at once. The bugs were singing.
As you laid down, your eyes slowly shut, mind further forgetting all about the problems of the current world. Until the twig snapped. The whole daze seemed to fade, reality slapping you across the cheek. Your eyes frantically searched for the culprit. They landed on Murphy.
"What the hell?! You scared me to death, Murphy!"
"Sorry. I saw you leave camp after you talked to James so I got curious. Took a minute to find where'd you ran off to. Neat little spot."
"I know it is. That's why I enjoy it. Now, what is it Murph? Why'd you come all this way?"
"I wanted to see where you went." You stared in disbelief, wondering the real reason. "I got... worried. I got worried."
"Worried about?"
"You. Earth isn't exactly the most welcoming place. We've had plenty of things go south."
"Well, you came all this way for the sweetest reason. I'll allow you to stay if you don't menton this to Griffin or Bellamy." You slowly sat back down, turning your head to face the stars you came from.
"Come on. Rat? You know me better than that." You felt his shoulder brush yours as he slumped down onto the blanket. "Sagittarius's right there, ya know?"
You nodded, head falling to his shoulder. "And Ara, Lupus, Libra... They're all right through there." Your hand slowly pointed in the direction of each constellation.
"Do you ever want to go back? To before it was all chaos?" You eyes looked up to see Murphy staring into space.
"Sometimes... other times I just remember that if we had stayed up there, I'd never be able to see you out in the open. We'd have no chance to live. Sure, life is Hell down here, but we can make it through."
Murphy nodded. His arm snaked its way around your shoulder, holding you close. "If only it was that easy." You felt his head move slightly before you felt his lips press against the top of your head.
The rest of the night was amazing. It was calm and quiet without the constant worry of dying or defending yourself. You both stared at the sky and relieved memories that actually meant something to you. You imagined a world safe enough to enjoy each day in peace.
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I love you
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You’d met Sam on an accidental hunt. He saved you from a rather handsy vampire that just couldn’t seem to leave you alone. Sam patched you up and let you sleep in his motel room while he went and killed the rest of the nest. He and his brother had hit a rough patch and they were separated for the moment. You’d stumbled upon his hunting journal when trying to find some food, and despite some inner voice that was supposed to be your conscience, you ignored it in favor of your curiosity and read the journal. The two of you were inseparable ever since.
Now Bucky had been on a mission when you met. He didn’t know he was about to go fight a bunch of werewolves, but You and Sam knew, and darn if there weren’t stars in your eyes at meeting an avenger. You managed to pull his butt out of the fire as Sam discreetly took care of the wolves. Bucky went home, after getting your number, man was he flirty, and was none the wiser that you and your best friend fought the supernatural creepy crawlies.
fast forward to today, you live in the avengers compound, doing missions after one Nick Fury found out the hunter secret, demanding You and Sam under surveillance. At first Bucky had avoided you, but a little convincing of Steve and teasing from Tony and he started talking to you again. Your boys formed an uneasy alliance, wanting to keep you in both of their lives.
You entered the Avengers compound, ready to see your two best friends after a long mission. You were exhausted and Nat hadn’t helped by her near incessant teasing about your boys. You were about to enter the kitchen, when you heard the tail end of a conversation.
“I think we should let her make that decision for herself” Sam proclaimed, not bothering in keeping his voice down. “Y/n is a big girl, she can make her own choices”
at this, you entered the kitchen, leaning against the door as Bucky huffed out a reply. “and what is it that I’m deciding exactly?” you questioned loudly.
Sam and Bucky spun around, both looking stunned. “when did you get here?” Bucky sputtered.
“just a few minutes ago, but what are you guys arguing about?” You replied folding your arms across your chest.
Both boys blushed, now looking anywhere but at you. “It’s nothing Y/n” Sam assured. shooting a look at Bucky, who nodded in agreement.
“well that’s not suspicious” you narrowed your eyes, folding your arms across your chest. “spill” you glanced between the boys but they refused to say anything.
Tony entered the room, pausing when he saw the stiff silence. “well this isn’t weird” he looked between you and your boys, and then continued toward the coffee maker.
“really, It’s not anything to worry about” Bucky stated, ignoring the scoff from Steve who read his newspaper quietly on the couch.
...oO0Oo...
over the next to weeks you noticed the increased competitiveness of your boys whether it was helping you find research first or brining you a smoothie after your work. Nat would give you knowing grins when you asked her if she knew what was happening, and Steve would roll his eyes at his childhood friend’s antics.
frustrated, you managed to sit the two down, demanding what was going on, but neither budged, and you knew they wouldn’t because one was in the cage with Lucifer at one point and the other was a master assassin. You weren’t finding out unless they either wanted you to or unless you figured it out on your own.
One day, you had returned to your room, intending on face planting onto your mattress and passing out. however your carefully crafted plans were dashed when you saw Sam sitting on your bed, for all the world looking like a kicked puppy.
“hey, what happened?” you sat down beside him, now more worried when he didn’t turn to face you. “Sam, tell me what’s wrong”
Sam’s eyes teared up and he messed with is fingers as they sat folded in his lap. “it’s dean. He uh, while he was hunting, one of the monsters got him”
“oh, Sam” you pulled him into a hug. “I’m so sorry”
“I should have been there” Sam’s voice cracked.
you pulled back, taking Sam’s face in your hands. “it’s not your fault Sam, you hear me. there isn’t anything you can do.”
he shook his head, guilt marring his features. “I followed my heart, and now I’ve lost the only family I have left”
“no Sam, you haven’t lost everyone” you assured.
He stared at his lap, his brow furrowed in thought. “I love you”
“I love you too” You shifted.
Sam lifted his head, reaching out to grab your hand “No, I mean, I love you” shocked for a moment, you opened your mouth, but Sam spoke before you could. “I know it’s stupid, but you are so strong and brave and I followed you when you asked if I wanted to co-”
leaning forward, you kissed him, cutting him off from his rambling. It was softer than you thought would come from a rough hunter, but it was sweet. You pulled back, leaning your forehead on his. “I love you too Sam”
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☪︎ I wish you would write a fic where... ☪︎
The reader meets Bucky during Civil War while they're in the airport. The reader was doing something during the evacuation so they ended up missing it. When things start exploding and the reader can hear it, they panic and hide. They meet Bucky when T'Challa thinks they're with Cap and tries going after them. Bucky saves the reader and tries his best to get the reader out of there and to safety even with all the bullshit going on. The imagine ends with the reader having a completely different opinion and view on Bucky Barnes.
This is actually such a cute and good story line!!!!
Listen I’m putting this in my WIPs because It’s personally to good to pass up.
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I'm sorry you've been having such a crappy month and I hope it gets better! If you ever need someone to listen, you can always message me ^.^ I may take a little while to reply sometimes cause I've been working a lot, but I'll do my best to be there for ya if you need someone to rant/vent to or just someone to listen.
My sweets 🥺❤️
As rough as this month has been I am still trying to remain positive that I can finish august off on a good note. I have to take things a day at a time but sometimes it’s all too much when so much is expected of me, but I’ll keep trying! I’ll keep that in mind love, hopefully I won’t have anymore bad days but if I do I’ll reach out to those who have offered me there ear. ❤️
ALSO I saw your prologue for outbreak and let me just say WOW, you have a way with words! Had me hooked!
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I just binged all of what's up for Family Matters and ohhhhhhh lord! It's so good and I'm reeeeeaaaaaally excited for the next chapter!! If the tag list is open for the series, would it be possible for me to be added if you don't mind?
Binged?! I’ve been seeing that so much recently and wow my heart! 🥺❤️
Welcome to Family Matters!
I’ll have you added to the taglist! 💖
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Torment
Request: Yes / No So, for the first request, I don't really have an idea to go with it, but I'd like the prompts 30. John Murphy. "You can cut me, bruise me and skin me alive, but you will not take her from me." And 61. "This could’ve been the end and you were ready to let me go." @jaywolf840
Requests are closed <3 Have a nice day/night
John Murphy x Fem!Reader
Word count: 1475
Warnings: Torture
Y/N: Your Name
Prompt(s): "You can cut me, bruise me and skin me alive, but you will not take her from me.", "This could’ve been the end and you were ready to let me go."
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I screamed as the electricity shot through my neck and made its way all through my body. I couldn’t do anything but scream, let a few tears fall, and twitch on the cold ground of the prisoner ship. My body finally relaxed as they stopped the shock collar and I took a deep breath.
“She’s tougher than she looks.” One of the prisoners, whose name I learned was McCreary said.
“Y/N… I’m sorry about this.” Shaw, a man who was one of the pilots of the prison ship said and I glared at him.
“You can torture me all you want. My answer won’t change. I didn’t do it!” I growled at them.
“Stop lying!” McCreary shouted in my face. I simply stared at him and quietly cried. He got up and returned, offering me some water. I was wary, but also so thirsty. Unfortunately, he poured it all over my head and chest.
“Do you know what happens if I push this button when you’re wet?” He asked and I felt my heart rate skyrocket.
“I don’t either. But, if you don’t tell me right now, how to get back into our missiles…” He said as he was charging up the collar.
“What’s the matter with you?” Shaw asked while grabbing the remote from him.
“Just let me talk to her alone and I’ll get it out of her, or I’ll get her to tell us where Raven is and she’ll get us back in.” Shaw said. McCreary didn’t say anything as he walked towards the door.
“Bring him in.” He said once it opened and I looked on with fear. Two prisoners were dragging my boyfriend, John Murphy in. My eyes widened and my heart clenched as we locked eyes. John tried to run to me, but McCreary stopped him by punching him in the stomach.
“No! Please, stop!” I begged.
“He didn’t do anything! Stop!” I cried as they hit him again.
“Now… which one of you killed my good friend Kodiak on the mothership?” McCreary asked, while holding John by the head and looking at me.
“McCreary, just back the hell up.” Shaw said, trying to defuse the situation. He pulled out a knife and held it to John’s throat.
“You have five seconds to tell me how to unlock those missiles. One.” He said, staring right at me.
“McCreary.” Shaw said.
“I don’t know, please!” I begged.
“Two.” He continued.
“Please! I swear to God! I didn’t do it!” I cried.
“Three.” He said.
“Four!” He screamed at John.
“No please!” I cried. Suddenly McCreary grabbed me and pulled my head back, his knife resting on my throat.
“No!” John shouted, but it was muffled by his gag.
“I’ll give you both one more chance.” He said and dug the knife slightly into my throat.
“Did she do it?” He growled.
“No, she didn’t.” He answered.
“Liar!” He growled and held my head tighter.
“Stop!” John said and tried to sit up. McCreary tossed me to the side and grabbed John tightly.
“I only need one of you to tell me how to get back into the missiles.” He said and my eyes widened.
"You can cut me, bruise me and skin me alive, but you will not take her from me." John growled through the gag.
“No! John didn’t do anything. Whatever you want to do, do it to me!” I begged. McCreary smirked at me and sliced the knife down my arm, causing me to hiss in pain.
“Stop it!” John’s muffled screams filled the room. Shaw pulled out his gun and held it to McCreary’s head.
“Put down the knife.” He ordered.
“You’re making a mistake.” McCreary said and Shaw cocked the gun.
“Yeah? Wouldn’t be the first time.” He said, standing his ground.
“Now get out. All of you.” He said.
“I may not be able to kill you, but you don’t need your legs to fly.” McCreary threatened, but Shaw didn’t even flinch. McCreary got up after slapping John one last time and he left with the other two prisoners. I quickly crawled over to John and pulled the gag out.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
“Are you?” He asked. I answered by throwing my arms around him.
"This could’ve been the end and you were ready to let me go." I quietly sobbed in his ear.
“You should know by now that you can’t get rid of me.” He said, trying to cheer me up. I pulled away and lightly swatted his chest.
“It’s not funny John, you could have died!” I said and he rolled his eyes.
“I could have died a lot of time Y/N, but look I’m still here.” He said with a slight smirk and I narrowed my eyes at him. Shaw sat down and stared at us. John glanced at him and then back at me.
“Don’t tell him anything.” He said.
“She couldn’t even if she wanted to.” He said and we both looked at him confused.
“I’m the one who locked the weapon system.” He said and we stared at him in both anger and confusion.
“Y/N, untie me.” John growled.
“John…” I warned.
“Don’t! This fucker is the reason that asshole out there fucking tortured you!” John shouted.
“Let’s hear him out before you kill him.” I said and John growled.
“Fine, but untie me.” He said and I did as he asked. I grabbed his hand to keep him from killing Shaw.
“So, why’d you do it?” I asked.
“Diyoza was freaked out by what she saw in the bunker. And after we opened fire, she knew we were at war. So if I didn’t say you hacked the missile system, she would’ve ended it right then and there, and they’d all be dead.” Shaw explained.
“So you let them torture us for nothing.” John said, clearly annoyed.
“Actually, no it wasn’t. It was to save your own ass right?” John asked. Shaw rolled his eyes and stood up.
“What? Were you expecting a ‘thank you?’ You let them do this to us, to her!” He growled.
“John, stop. He just saved my life, the least we could do is hear him out. I’m assuming you have a plan to get us out of this, right?” I asked.
“Yeah. I tell them she came clean, then unlock the missiles.” Shaw answered.
“No offence, but that plan sucks.” John said.
“If the alternative is more torture, then I think we should at least consider it baby.” I said.
“She’ll use the missiles, Y/N.” John said.
“Yeah, she will. There’s an army from that bunker on their way here right now. Either I tell them you helped me get back in, or I say that I hacked in myself, but one of those options has the added benefit of you two staying alive.” He said and John sighed.
“Fine, then that’s the one we pick.” He said.
“No.” I said and stood up.
“Y/N…” John warned.
“I saw you on the captain’s log. Diyoza kept you alive to fly the ship, but you’re not one of them. That’s why you lied about being locked out of the missiles, and that’s why you’re gonna help us now. Trust me baby.” I said, smirking at John.
“You’re gonna like my plan more.” I added.
After explaining the plan John was pacing around the room, shaking his head. He clearly didn’t like my plan, but it was the best chance of everyone surviving. I couldn’t live with everyone from the bunker getting blown up!
“No, absolutely not.” He said.
“John-”
“Don’t! This is stupid! We can just let him tell them that you caved and save his ass!” He said, cutting me off.
“No we can’t! Everyone will die!” I said.
“You’ll die if you stay here!” He said and I grabbed his face.
“Do you trust me?” I asked, looking right in his blue eyes.
“I don’t trust them.” He said and I rolled my eyes.
“That’s not what I asked.” I said and he sighed.
“You know I trust you.” He said and I smiled.
“Then you know this plan will work.” I said. John sighed and pulled me in for a kiss.
“Just promise me you’ll be alive.” He whispered against my lips.
“I promise.” I said.
“This plan better work…” He grumbled.
“It’s my plan, of course it will.” I smirked and he rolled his eyes.
“Whatever…” He said and the plan was being set in motion.
“May we meet again.” I said before he would leave me for who knows how long.
“May we meet again.” He said and kissed me one last time. John was off to find our friends and save them from a horrible death. It was only a matter of time before everyone was reunited again.
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