#john munch

You and John finally have the night off. The case was solved and all the paperwork was done. All you wanted to do was lie on your expensive ass couch, in John’s arms, and watch whatever movie you two decide on. And you were about to get just that. 

“What movie do you want to watch?” John asks. He groans when he gets down to look at the movie shelf. 

You laugh when you hear him.. “You ok?” You ask sarcastically and open the popcorn packaging. 

“Peachy.” He mutters then looks over at you as you put the bag in the microwave. “So, movie?” 

“I picked last time. You pick.” You say with a shrug and walk over to him, putting your hands on his shoulders. 

“It’s not a movie,” he starts and pulls out a tape. He stands, a few bones cracking in the process which makes you laugh softly. He looks down at you and gives you a glare, but you see right through it. Nothing but the look of love in his eyes. “But,” he continues, putting the tape in your face for you to see. “I rented this documentary about popular conspiracy theories and proof they might not actually be conspiracies.” 

His tone is natural, but you can tell he’s giddy. You smile, always in love with his special interests. You don’t hate his conspiracies. Never have. You don’t always agree with them, but some are interesting. You also love his rambling. “Sounds riveting.” You say, giving him a small kiss. 

“Very.” He says softly. Then he sets the tape on the coffee table, grabs your waist, pulls you in, and goes back in for another kiss. This one is longer and more passionate. The tape is pretty much forgotten. Then, because you two can never be happy, the phone rings and microwave beeps. John groans. “Ignore it.” He mutters against your lips. 

You smile. “Could be important. And the microwave won’t stop til you open it.” You say with amusement.

John sighs dramatically. “I’ll get the popcorn.” He releases you and walks to the kitchen while you laugh and head for the phone. 

“Y/N.”

“Y/N! Jackson is having a party! Come on! It’s been forever since you partied with us.” Kate, one of your friends from college, says on the other end. 

You look over at John. He raises his eyebrows in question. You wave him off. “I’m good. My boyfriend and I are going to watch a movie and get some down time. It’s been a long couple of days.” 

“Oh come on, Y/N. Don’t be such a party pooper.” Kate says with her pouty voice. “Ditch your boyfriend and come hang with us. Don’t choose him over your friends.” 

You hate when she does that. But you can tell she’s already tipsy, so you try not to hold it against her. “I’m not choosing him over you.” By now John is looking away pretending not to listen. “I just don’t want to go.” 

Kate sighs dramatically. “Fine. But you’re having wine with the main crew next weekend, right?" 

“Obviously." You say, amused. Kate takes that answer gratefully and hangs up. You huff and set your phone down. 

John walks over to the living room and sets the popcorn on the coffee table. “You know you don’t have to stay here and mope around with me, right?” He looks over at you. His sad puppy dog eyes, that he swears he doesn’t have, look back at you. 

“What are you talking about?” You ask and walk over to him. 

“I’m just saying you don’t have to feel guilty for leaving me to go have fun.” John says with a shrug. You can tell he’s trying to be nonchalant about this. He’s doing awful. 

 “John, I really don’t want to go to that party.” You say seriously. The thought of going makes you miss your couch already. 

“So you’d rather be here, watching a conspiracy theory documentary, on a Friday night with me instead of going to a party with your friends?” He says in an accusing tone. As if the thought is ridiculous. 

“That is exactly what I’d rather be doing.” He gives you a look saying that he doesn’t really believe me. You groan and wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer in the process. “John, I promise, I’m right where I want to be.” 

He sighs softly. His hands instinctively go to your waist.“Honey, I don’t want to be the reason you say no to your friends.” He says in that stupid soft voice that drives you insane. 

“I would’ve said no to them regardless if I was with you. So please believe me when I say I don’t want to be there. I want to be here. Okay?” You finish breathlessly. 

He looks you in my eyes for a moment then nods. “Okay.” There’s the tone. This time you  indulge yourself and give him a kiss. 

“Okay. Now let’s watch this documentary.”

John knew he should've let it go. But it still made him feel guilty. So half way through the documentary he speaks.  “Would it make you feel better if I went to hang around Fin?”

You groan loudly. “Oh my gosh, John. I don’t like parties. I never have. I hate socializing. I hate drinking. I hate dancing. I don’t want to be there. If Kate would call me for once and ask just to hang out then I would go for it. But she didn’t. She called to drink, dance, or be around a bunch of people I don’t even know. If I did go, I’d go for about 30 minutes before hating it then leaving to be right back in the spot I’m in right now. Why go through all that trouble when I can skip those steps.” 

“I just don’t want to hold you back.”

You smile. “I promise, you’re not. I already agreed to have wine with her  and a couple of friends next weekend. Something small and not a party. I’m right where I want to be.”