John Murphy | Imagines & Preferences

Imagine // Wanna Make $20?

"hey, princess." you felt yourself slouch as you drag your eyes to the figure that's leaning next to your locker.

"murphy." you say, giving him an unimpressed look, tilting your head slightly

"you wanna make an easy $20?" he asks smoothly with a raised eyebrow, smirking

you let out an obvious fake laugh and close your locker, holding your english textbook close to your chest. "if you're asking me for a blowjob, murphy, while i'm very flattered, a) i'm worth more than $20, and b) no." you shut him down quickly and turn away, beginning to make your way down the corridor.

"feisty, i like that," he grins, effortlessly catching up with you. "and i mean i was more going along the lines of 'help me understand the chemical structure of an atom' but yeah sure we can do that instead" he shrugs. you pause instantly, turning to look up at him.

"wait, did the john murphy just ask me for help?" you raise an eyebrow, a proud smirk making its way across your face

he grunts, not liking how you've got him in a corner "please y/n, i'm way behind"

you re-adjust your text book in your hands and sigh. you were going to do it of course, you and murphy were in practically every class together and it'd just be wrong to say no, but you wanted something in return "what's in it for me?"

"$20?"

"murphy we both know damn well i'm not getting that $20″

he smiles slightly to himself and thinks for a moment, looking around the narrow corridor that you both were currently standing in "milkshake?" he gives an awkward grin

you look him up and down silently and nod "you've got yourself a deal, murphy. but you're not getting a blowjob."

———–

you were currently sitting in murphy's apartment, both your science textbooks and notes sprayed out along the stump coffee table that sits in the middle of murphy's front room. you're sitting, cross-legged on one side of the table while murphy's laying down on the floor on the other side of the table, rambling about his roommate

"i mean fancy leaving your crusty pants on the floor? that's fucking fou-"

"john, as much as i'm enjoying this," you start, interrupting his rant, "this isn't the chemical structure of an atom." you grin, moving yourself so you too are laying on the floor. you turn your head and look at him through the gap between the floor and the bottom of the table.

he sighs and moves a stray piece of hair out of his face "we've been doing this for two hours" he notes, looking at the clock on the wall

"murphy you've written five words"

"two hours is two hours, y/n"

you raise your eyebrows and turn your head to look at the off white celling. "murphy,"

"yeah?"

"do you actually enjoy being around anybody?" you laugh, knowing that he hates literally everyone. he never fails to come up with an excuse as to why he hates certain people.

"only you, princess"

you find yourself smiling and quickly stop yourself "i damn hope so."

there's a few moments of silence. you could call it awkward, but it was more contemplating on what one another had said.

he looks over at you "you fancy that milkshake?"

"fuck yeah"

———-

your stomach growls as you wrap your arms tighter around your body, your thin jumper not doing a whole lot to battle off the cold. murphy looks down at you and chuckles, "cold, sweetheart?"

"i'm fine, john." you scowl, not letting him tease you
"i've told you a million times not to call me that" he tells you as he wraps his own jacket around your arms

"i don't need this murphy," you start, shaking it off your shoulders

"yes you do. you're freezing. now take it and shut up"
"thanks" you say after a while, zipping up the jacket and rolling the sleeves up so you could actually use your hands to open the door into the shop in front of you. you breathe in the mixed scent of different foods and turn around to grin at murphy.

he chuckles at your excited expression while leading you both over to an empty booth. you sit down opposite him and look around. it's a retro-like place and it was one of your favourites. you often went here with clarke and raven to catch up. you turn your attention back to murphy and raise an eyebrow when you see him looking at you "something you like?" you joke, wiggling your eyebrows

he laughs it off, shaking his head slightly as he looks at the menu "let me guess, an oreo milkshake with extra cream and fries?" he says, not even bothering to look up at your confused face

"how do you kn-"

"you told me once in class" he replies before you've even finished your sentence. it seemed murphy actually paid attention to your in class rambles.

"hey, what can i get y'all?" the almost too cheerful voice of the waitress fills your ears. you sit back and decide to let murphy order. and right then, right here, you notice it. he's really quite beautiful. it's never really occurred to you before but now it has, it seems impossible that you'll ever unsee it. it seems impossible that you didn't see it before. you shake your head to get rid of the thought and unzip murphy's jacket to let it hang loose over you. your food comes a few minutes later and you grin over at murphy as you bite into a fry. "told you it's good here"

"yeah it sure is"

a few minutes pass before you notice murphy looking at you weirdly. "What?" you ask, suddenly feeling conscious of yourself.

"there's something on your face. come here"

you do as he says and lean over the table "well..?" you ask quizzically, looking at him. you recoil back when you feel something cold hit your nose. you allow yourself to fall back onto the booth behind you as you groan in annoyance "ugh you're a cock, murphy" you moan as you grab a napkin to wipe the milkshake off. "such a man child" you mumble under your breath, trying to ignore his girlish giggles

"that was pretty funny"

"no it wasn't"

"yes it was"

"shut up"

Author: subtleish