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Requested!: Could you do an imagine of the reader and John's first kiss?? Thanks!
//thanks for requesting! I love writing for Murphy!! Hope you like it :)
You stood defiantly, arms crossed, foot tapping angrily as you wait for John to show up.
Paranoia sinks in and your head spins around every two seconds, examining the forestry around you.
Your breaths become uneasy and your heart pounds as the sun begins to set and darkness sets in.
He left me. That asshole probably found food and left. You think, jumping to conclusions.
Something in the trees shakes and your heart skips a beat, you let your arms fall to your sides, ready for whatever your demise would take.
But low and behold, John Murphy finally jumps out.
You sigh in relief and anger at the boy who wears a smile and carries logs and a dead squirrel carcass approaches you.
"Hey." He grins and you scowl.
"What took you so long? I'd thought you ran off and left me for dead." Your brows twist in a furious knot.
"You missed me?" He smirks cockily and he lays the sticks down in a pile, passing you.
"No." You sstammer, crossing your arms again. "I was just scared." You admit.
"Well fear not, m'lady, I have dinner." He jokes but that doesn't shake your anger.
He grabbed the squirrel and started to cut away it's fur.
"Hey, if we somehow can get our furs together, I can make you a blanket." He says and you take a breath before sitting next to where he crouches.
"I suppose." You say and grab two stones, attempting to start the fire.
"Are you alright? You seem off." He wonders, looking down to the squirrel, pulling out the guts.
"Of course I'm not okay. John, we are constantly being hunted and are basically homeless all because of your banishment. I want to go home, I want a life, I want my family." You vent in a breath as tears threaten to sting your eyes.
He purses his lips and you create a small flame onto the sticks.
He sets the squirrel down and sits himself on the dirt, watching the fire as you do.
He swallows and leans close to you, pressing his lips against yours.
You are startled, not only by the kiss but by how gentle and soft it is. His kiss saying more than he ever could. You close your eyes and relax under his touch.
Your mouths detach and he leans back, grabs his squirrel and continues to clean it.
The edge of your mouth twists into a slight smile as the flames crack. He impales the squirrel with a stick and sets it over the fire.
"Should be ready in twenty minutes." He says simply and you nod, continuously staring into the flames.
He waits a moment, looking at you contently.
"(Y/n)?" He speaks softly.
"Hm?" You raise a brow, staring forward.
"You, are my home. I don't need anyone else or anything else. I only hope that it's the same for you." He says gently and you knew. Because what he said is exactly what his kiss told you.
You smile.
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A/n: What what WHAT?! WHy are they smiling like they know what's up? What is up Richard?! Tellll meeee And Lindsey's little head tilt when he looked to her....!!!!! Aaaaaaaahhhghgfmdksks Fml
