The 100 Imagines & Preferences

Cold Shoulder |John Murphy

Imagine requested by Hxwlinq

Prompt #40: You said my name in your sleep
Prompt #43: What are you going to cry?

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The fog rolled past the dirty windows, sealing you insides the buried vehicle along side John Murphy. His eyes turned to yours, annoyed frown set on his lips.

"Well what the hell are we supposed to do now?" Murphy grumbled, arms crossing tightly over his chest. But you didn't answer, giving him the cold shoulder just as you had been all day. Tossing your bag down, you laid back, arm thrown over your eyes to block out any signs of light. "Fine."

Your eyes squeezed shut, tighter than necessary as you mentally cursed Bellamy for sending you out on such a stupid task, especially after such a big argument with Murphy. Sleep seemed to come faster than you figured it would have, dozing off while John stared longingly. He wanted you to talk to him, and he hated himself for saying the things he had to make you so angry.

Arm falling to your side, it revealed your wrinkled forehead into view. Nose scrunched up, you muttered something that Murphy couldn't quite catch. Head tossing to the side, your body wriggled as you muttered clearly and coherently; the boys name. This made the smirk rise upon his lips, disregarding the shaken state that snapped you awake.

Mind swimming, eyes blinking rapidly, you wiped the bead of sweat forming against your forehead. You finally focused in on Murphy, brows raised and signature smirk across his lips. That damn smirk, it normally made you swoon, but at the moment all you wanted was to knock it off his face.

"Have a nice nap? Dream about me?"

"Piss off."

"You said my name in your sleep." He teased, watching the emotions swell in your eyes. "What are you going to cry?" Murphy rolled his eyes, ready to throw out yet another stupid remark. But he saw the steady stream of tears begin to flow. "Shit, I'm sorry." He cursed himself, pushing himself up and quickly moving to your side. You turned your head, face pressing into your sleeve as his hand ghosted over your side. "You've been ignoring me all day, talk to me doll."

"You've said your piece already, nothing to talk about-"

"I was mad, those things I said were shit. I love you more than anything, Y/N. I know that I'm an ass some- a lot of the times- but that doesn't change that." Murphy spoke with a low huff. You finally turned your head, tear filled eyes focusing in on him.

"Promise me something."

"Anything."

"Work on your anger. I love you more than anything in my life, but-" your voice broke off, Murphy's hand gently brushing back your hair.

"You don't have to explain yourself, I know I'm a lot to handle." He chuckled, a laugh slipping past your lips. You placed your hands atop his, giving the boy a gentle smile.

"Sleep, we're gonna be here a while." You spoke lowly, pulling on his sleeve in effort to make him lay beside you.

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Any death in S5 will be sad af. But if John Murphy, Raven Reyes, or Monty Green die then so will I.