Imagines/Preferences for the lovely, John Murphy!! He is very underrated on Wattpad and I thought I'd create another book of imagines for him!
Lots of these are from tumblr. Author is credited at the end of the imagine.
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"John? baby?" You asked at the door. It must have been sound proof but you tried to think positively, however as the days went by that John was locked in the basement, you started to lose hope. Everyday you had called for him and you barely left the door. "Can you hear me?"
It had been at least 3 months since you had followed Jaha into the city of light and you couldn't feel anything but guilt knowing that John only came for you. To protect you. He knew that Jaha was crazy for believing the 'City Of Light,' bullshit but if was giving you hope or at least a bit of a smile, John was all for it.
"I um- I want to make sure you're okay. I feel like it's my fault you're here. Do you have food down there? Water? I love you so much John, I need you to know," As if on cue, the door slowly opened taking you by surprise, you thought you may have accidentally clicked a button you hadn't seen before, but you didn't care. You ran through the door, down the stairs and saw a living area. Your eyes scanned the room before landing on a scruffy looking boy. Your eyes widened in fear seeing a gun pointed up his chin and his face was then noticeable. John. "John!" You yelled, "I'm coming home, Y/N," he whispered not seeing you. He thinks Im dead? You thought as you saw his fragile state. You found yourself running towards him, as his finger hovered over the trigger, and snatched the gun from his grasp.
"John, Im here. Im alive, okay?" You confirmed, dropping the gun and ran to him,
"Y-Y/N? Your alive?" You smiled and brought him into a warm hug. Confusion, however, struck your face when you thought as to why John thought you were dead.
"Why wouldn't I be?" you were confused and he kissed your forehead and rest his chin on your head of hair. He held your figure close to his as if you were gonna leave him. You didn't care that he was scruffy and had over grown hair, well, everywhere. You felt a tear drip on your fore head, obviously, coming from John's eyes.
"Sunshine.. I thought you were dead, baby," You had never seen him so upset, so emotional, so unstable. You felt as if he was going to collapse at any sudden movement. John was never one to show his feelings, he was seen as a jerk or a badass, but you loved that about him. You also loved the way you were the only one who could refer to him as, John, it made you feel special. You were enjoying his peaceful and vulnerable so you made the most of it and ran your fingers through his hair, soothing him with a 'shh'. "Y/N, I heard gunshots. I heard screaming, I heard your scream."
More tears dripped down his red, puffy, cheeks and he worked himself out. You looked up with soft eyes to see his glassy ones. You gave him a reassuring look. "And- and all I could think about, was how my sunshine was on her own, hurting." You caressed his cheek and brought your faces closer together, his words turning into whispers. Every second that went by, your faces moved just the slightest bit towards each other. "So when, my mind drew conclusions, I thought you were dead. Well, I couldn't think of a world without you, so I imagined a heaven with you." And with his poetic words, you pressed your lips against his. The energy in your body recharging at his touch. You hadn't realised you craved his kiss so much until now. It was hard for you to break away.
