#reader x john

John Watson x Reader

Summary: John has been pining after a mysterious woman that he keeps meeting at the pub. One night, while out with Sherlock, he sees her. Can the consulting detective manage to ignite the spark between his best friend and Y/N?

Drunk Sherlock. that’s all I’m going to say...

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“John, there are cases to solve, this isn’t the time to be frequenting a pub!”

“Listen Sherlock, we solved a case just this morning. You dragged me across the whole of London for the past 12 hours straight. I deserve a bloody drink!”

pairings: john lennon x reader !

summary: John loves to bring you things, even if they aren’t what he thinks they are… he just wants you to be happy. always.

warnings: just soft john !

this is my second ever fic on tumblr & i am soooo nervous to post because i always feel so intimidated by other writers but i really love this fic & i hope you do too !!! thank you all for reading <3

“Babe! I’ve got things for you!” You heard your boy yell from downstairs as the door opened and shut quickly, John walking into the house. Shucking his shoes off, he quickly grabbed the small plastic bag from his right arm and placed it on the couch, bouncing on his toes waiting for you to come down the steps.

As you came down and caught sight of John, you could’ve awed out loud. The sweet boy, bouncing on his toes with the dorkiest & most innocent smile on his face, his hands together behind his back. You smiled warmly as you greeted him with a kiss to the cheek, giggling as John hummed into your touch. You pulled back as you spotted the small bag on the couch and made your way over to sit down.

“What’s this, darling?” You asked in curiosity.

“Open it!” John exclaimed excitedly, bouncing slightly as he clapped his hands together, awaiting your reaction to his gift.

You gently pulled a small piece of bubble wrap with something inside that you couldn’t quite make out until you unraveled it. Falling out of the bubble wrap and into your hands, John got you… a rock?

“It’s one of your pretty crystals! Yknow, the ones you keep on your nightstand? Have energy ‘n stuff?” John rambled out immediately at your confused face, praying to god he hadn’t screwed up.

Oh.

You looked up at him, his eyes showing a shine of insecurity and uncertainty, his mouth moving into a frown. Your eyes softened at his state as you immediately pretended to recognize what crystal it was. You smiled, rolling around the normal garden rock and examining it in your hand.

Poor Johnny.

“Oh love, it’s beautiful! Thank you so much! Gee, this one is so rare! Where did you even find it?” You asked, glancing up to John, who’s face lit up with excitement once more and clapped his hands slightly and quickly, a little habit he had picked up when he got excited.

“Oh I’m so glad you like it! I was worried it was the wrong thing…” John trailed off as he began to tell you that he found the ‘crystal’ by a bench in the park and thought it was perfect for your collection. And as he sat down, head in your lap, your hand in his hair, and continued to ramble on about his day, you realized that there was never anything more you could ask for in this life but him.

Sean Wallace

1. Dating him

John Shelby

1. Snowball fight

2. Demons

3. Falling

4. Peace

5. Happy place

6. Saturday night

7. For the rest of this life

8. Not really good at it

9. Your decision

10. Our secret

11. First bullet

12. No place like home

13. Lost without you

14. Christmas with the Shelbys

15. Don't trust anyone

16. Another love

17. Russian Roulette I

Russian Roulette II *smut!!*

Shelby's men:

1. How they say I love you for the first time

2. Their reaction to you getting hurt

Others:

1. The princess of the family - Shelby sis

2. Daddy's little girl - Thomas x Grace daughter

You sacrifice yourself for the sake of everyone at the base. Characters – John x Reader Word Count – 577

‘Get everyone out.’ You told Kate, she nodded and then looked at you to see you going towards the centre of the room. ‘What about you?’ She asked, you turned to her, people running past you. ‘Just get them out.’ You said, and she nodded, as she ran of telling them all to go, to leave. She was the last one out, she glanced at you and you, nodded at her as you placed your hands over each other and focussed all the energy into it, the light building and building. Once you were sure everyone was out, you groaned as you released the energy. It going to all the pillars, hitting them and shattering what was left, as you dropped your hands and ran, for the make shift entrance as the building feel behind you. You fell onto the ground, just as the building collapsed, you lowered your head, covering it with your arms as the dust and brick continued falling around you.

‘Everyone made it, thanks to Y/N.’ Kate said, they looked at her and nodded. ‘What do you mean thanks to Y/N?’ Marco asked, he glanced at John as he stopped looking for you and made his way up here. ‘She didn’t make it out.’ Kate told them, she watched as their shoulders feel and disbelief appeared. ‘What?’ John asked, Kate looked at him and frowned. ‘I’m sorry.’ Kate said, she reached out for Johns shoulder, but he shook his head and pulled away. He marched past everyone. ‘John!’ Marco shouted but he ignored the calls and the stares.

‘Y/N.’ Lauren said as she stood in front of you. ‘Hey.’ You said happily, she walked over and welcomed you into a hug. ‘Mum.’ She shouted, and you winced at how loud it was. You saw Kate come over and you smiled at her. ‘Where’s John?’ You asked her, she looked over you, taking you by the arms and leading you to sit down, you looked up at her. ‘He can wait a minute, until this is patched up.’ She said, and she got to work on the cut, that was across your forehead, and the smaller one on your cheek. Once she was done you thanked her and she told you that he was out the back with Marco and Clarice, you stood up and made your way there.

As you stood behind them you stepped forward. ‘I heard I was dead.’ You said as you stood behind John, Clarice and Marco. They turned around quickly and took in your appearance. ‘You’re alive?’ Clarice said, you smiled and nodded. ‘I’d hope so or your dead as well.’ You responded, and it wasn’t long until you were lifted of the ground and John was spinning you around. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, as he placed you down. ‘Kate said you didn’t make it out.’ He said as he pulled back but kept his arms on your neck, one making its way up to the cuts on your face. ‘I just made it out.’ You said, John placed a kiss onto your forehead. ‘but doing so… something happened.’ You said, they looked at you with worry, but you ignored it. ‘What?’ They all asked together, you glanced over them all. ‘I can’t use my powers just now, I’ve burnt them out.’ You said, with that they relaxed and smiled. ‘As long as your safe.’ John said, as he wrapped his arm around you shoulder.

Author: C. Ford

Characters: John x Reader, Sherlock

A/N: A John x Reader fic for all the John!girls out there @martinfreemanisababe​ @fandomfreak221b​ @jessiedangerous​ and @disneychic8. Just send me an ask if you want to be tagged or untagged. I wrote this with a soupy brain, but I hope you enjoy this! Let me know what you think, feedback is always welcome :)

(Gif isn’t mine)

Summary: After getting hurt from a case, Sherlock aided your wounds. And John just doesn’t like other people touching you.

Themes: Jealous!John. John being mean. Smut. Fluffy ending.

Word Count: 1700+

“Ow! Sherlock, gentler please.” You hissed.

“Stop fidgeting then.” He answered with a sharpness to his tone as he continued to attend to your shoulder wound. You rolled your eyes at him and tried to stabilize yourself by holding onto the edges of the counter you were currently sitting on. “This is what you get for not listening to me.” He looked at you through his long lashes and you scoffed. “You deserve it.” He jokingly teased with a straight face prompting you to swat the side of his arm making him flinch a little. He smirked at your gesture and you ended up laughing with him as he finished dressing your wound.

“What’s going on?” John asked. His voice mimicked his expression, surprised yet equally steely. His fists were balled on either side as he tried not to jump to conclusions. There better be a damn good reason why you’re sitting on the kitchen counter with Sherlock standing in between your open legs.

You and Sherlock looked at him at the same time “John.” You smiled at him but then you noticed his hostile posture, as did Sherlock. He distanced himself from you, allowing John to see your injured shoulder.

“What the hell happened?” John furrowed his brows and walked to stand directly in front of you, blocking his flatmate completely. Sherlock lost a bit of balance and met your eyes with a frown before shaking it off and speaking.

“It’s a shallow cut. We were out on a case and there’s this-”

“I’m sorry mate, did it sound like I was talking to you?” John said with a sharpness to his polite tone, his eyes burning through Sherlock’s skull.

“John.” You warned but Sherlock took the oh-so-obvious hint and decided to back off.

“I think I better leave…” He said, collecting his coat and scarf by the door before leaving the same way he went in.

“That was rude, John.” You said upon hearing the door click shut. “This jealousy thing is getting out of hand.” You scowled at him as you got down from the counter. “I mean, he’s your best friend, for god’s sake.”

“I know he is. And I just saw him between my girlfriend’s legs.” He countered, adamant on his resolve.

“Oh my god, I cannot believe you!” You looked at him with distaste. “I was injured. He was giving me first aid!”

“You were literally breathing the same fucking air!” He loudly retorted. “And why not come to me? I’m the doctor here.”

“You’re also a soldier, as you keep threatening Sherlock with…”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He tilted his head, brows knotted.

“Nothing. It’s just- you know.” You examined his reaction, wondering whether you should say what you’re about to say knowing that John overreacts to the stupidest things. “You can be a little… heavy-handed.”

John pulled his head back a bit in disbelief. “You mean, Sherlock is gentler than me?” He asked. You managed a little ‘Well…’ before he spoke again. “So that’s it then, hm? Sherlock treats you better than I do? You prefer him over me?”

You actually groaned at him. You’re bleeding through the gauze on your wound, your muscles are sore like crazy (for running 12 blocks) and now he’s giving you a headache.

“You know what, John?” You calmly spoke. “I don’t need this right now. When or if you decide to get your head out of your ass, I don’t know- just send me a text or something.” You said as you retreated back to your room. Not hearing another word from John.

Left in the kitchen, he found himself staring at the empty space you used to be in. 

The door creaked open and a familiar voice erupted.

“Hello, John.” Sherlock spoke.

“What the- How did you get in?” John asked.

“I, uh, have a key.” He dangled some keys.

“Those are my keys.” John said. Classic Sherlock, he thought “I lost those a few weeks ago.”

“No, you didn’t. I took them. I also have your old service weapon but that’s not why I came back.” He spoke rather quickly.

“What is it then?” John seemed to have calmed down.

“Well, I came to get my phone…” He reached for his phone somewhere on the counter, near John’s side. “and to tell you that you shouldn’t worry about me and Y/N.” His voice was filled with sincerity. “She’s my family, like you’re my family. I do love her but not in the way that you’re thinking.” Sherlock explained. “I would never do that to you.”

John breathed, his shoulders slumping a little, feeling like an idiot. “I know that…”

“Did you really?” Sherlock scrunched his forehead. “It didn't seem that way to me a few minutes ago. Or that time at the supermarket. Or at Mrs. Hudson’s birthday. Or when we were at the science convention-”

“Hey, you said a very sexual comment at the science convention.” John pointed at Sherlock, remembering the ‘You got a nice set of jugs.’ incident.

“Christ, John! I was talking about the measuring jugs that she bought.” Sherlock laughed and John felt stupid again.

Smiles were exchanged and seconds passed before Sherlock spoke again. “Seriously, John. Y/N loves you. I think maybe it’s time you give her the same level of faith she’s giving you. You know she deserves it.”

“You’re right.” John nodded. “Listen, Sherlock, I-”

“I know.” Sherlock cut him off as he was trying to apologize. “Save it for her. We’ll talk tomorrow.” He said, offering his hand to John.

“So we’re good?” John asked, shaking Sherlock’s hand.

“We’re good.”

Three knocks caught your attention and you watched as John slowly opened the door. “Y/N?” He called.

“…Bathroom.” You hesitated before you answered. You were still cross with him but you really didn’t have the energy to argue. The bathroom door was open so John was able to look inside.

“You’re bleeding through your shirt…” Concern was etched on his face when he moved closer to examine your shoulder. “We need to redress this. Can you take off your top?” He noticed how you avoided looking directly at him.

“Yeah…” You muttered before taking your shirt off, wincing at the stinging pain. John took the first aid kit he had below the sink and redressed your wound, going as tender as he can possibly can. You took note of his effort and softened up a little bit. After he finished, realizing you can’t shower, you filled a small basin with warm water and took a hand towel from the rack. You were having trouble wringing the wet cloth what with a bad arm.

“I can help you with that.” He volunteered and you finally looked at him. “Let me help, please.” You gave him the washcloth but then you grunted at the pain in your legs. “What’s wrong?”

“My legs are killing me…” You reached down to massage one when John suggested for you to sit down, so you moved to bed.

Wringing the towel, John rubbed on your good arm. “Y/N, I, uh, wanted to apologize for how I acted.” He said. “You’ve been nothing but understanding of me and my work hours and I’ve been nothing but a jealous boyfriend. I should have known better than to be doubtful of you.” He looked up to meet your eyes.

“Go on.”

“Yes. Yes, I will.” He said and you smiled at how flustered he got. “We, uh, barely see each other because of work and on the days that we are together, I don’t want it to be like this. So, I’m so sorry for being a jealous prick-”

His words were cut off with your mouth on his. When you pulled away, John took a second to breathe in and went in again for another kiss, deeper and much more intimate this time. John caught the side of your body, tracing patterns with his warm hand before travelling to your back and unhooking your bra. Goosebumps sprinkled your skin when the cool air hit your exposed breasts. John took one breast in his hand and very softly kneaded it, giving your hardened nipple a light pinch. A groan rumbled from your throat before breaking the kiss and whispering, “Lay down on the bed.”

You did as you were told and settled yourself on the bed. John climbed the bed and kissed you again before going down to kiss your neck and suck at your pulse point. A soft gasp escaped your lips as you felt a fresh wave of arousal on your already wet core.

“What is this?” You managed to ask, wondering (but so not complaining) why John is being so gentle with you.

“This is me proving that I can be gentle and me deciding to pull my head out of my ass.” He smiled and a chuckle left you.

“A thought I told you to send me a text or something?”

“I went with ‘or something’.” He took one breast in his mouth, circling the nipple with his tongue while he played with the other using his hand.

You were trailing your hand to open your trousers when his hand caught your wrist. “Let me. I’ll take care of you, love. Just relax.” He’d unbuttoned and unzipped you when you asked.

“What about you?”

“Don’t worry about me. I want to do this for you.” He pulled your trousers and your underwear all the way off of you. He settled between your thighs and touched your dripping sex, coating his thumbs with your slick. “You’re soaking.” He commented before licking a broad stripe all the way up to your clit and you shuddered at the contact.

“More.” You breathed, needy and wanting. His mouth was immediately on you, his tongue darting out and adding to the sensation. You looked down and the view of John face buried in your sex sent a flood of slick to your core.

“Holy fuck, Y/N, you taste so good.” John moaned, the vibrations threatening to tip you over to the edge. John added two fingers in and he felt you clench around him. He continued pumping in and out of you and a few moments after, your breath is picking up the pace.

“John, I’m gonna-!” You moaned and John sped up the pace of his thrusts as he sucked on your swollen bud. Within seconds, your orgasm hit you like a train. Your walls, convulsing around his fingers as he helped you ride it out.

“That was amazing.” You breathed as John lied down beside you. “I really needed that. Thank you.” Your eyelids were growing heavy as you snuggled closer to John. He covered you with the blanket before he kissed your forehead.

pairings: john lennon x reader :)

summary: John loves Christmas, & so do you.

warnings: nothin!

hello!!!! happy christmas babies!!! here’s a short little john sum sum i wrote in honor of the christmas spirit :) i hope you enjoy !!!!

“Ouch!” You yelled as a large, freezing snowball collided with the soft skin of your nose and cheeks. “John!” You yelled, “We agreed on no hitting in the face!”

“I’m so sorry, birdie!” John giggled, as he tramped over to you, snow up to his knees. You laughed, wiping the snow off your face as you watched him trip over to you to kiss it better. John collided with your own body and you both fell backwards into the snow.

“Oh John!” You both bursted into a fit of laughter as your boyfriend laid on your chest, his shoulders a shaking with giggles.

“I’m all cold! And wet!” You yelled, attempting to sit up to avoid any more snow going down the back of your jacket. John laughed as he did the same.

“How about,” he whispered as he rubbed his nose with yours. “We go in, I make you hot chocolate, and we have some cuddles and watch some stupid Christmas shows?” John proposed, watching as your smile grew at the idea. You nodded as you giggled at John, pulling a face.

“Good birdie, cmon, up ye go.” John took your hand as he stood up, pulling you along with him. The pair of you trudged into the house, mitten in mitten, and pulled off your heavy coats as you got into the house. John kissed you as he wrapped a soft blanket around you, rocking you back and forth in the hug he had pulled you into. Sitting you on the couch, he bounced into the kitchen to start your hot chocolate and you made a spot for him beside you on the couch.

Turning on a movie for the two of you, you stared at the scene in front of you. The Christmas tree was softly lit and the snow fell like powder against the windows, making the outside look like a snow globe. You smiled softly, aching for John in your arms, the only thing that could possibly make this Christmas Day any better. As if on cue, John walked in with two glasses of hot chocolate, and lots of whipped cream. Sitting down beside you, he pressed a soft kiss to your cheek.

“Happy Christmas, John.” You whispered softly as he laid against your side, curling into you.

just a small beatle john blurb i wrote :))

john stomped in the house, sighing deeply and almost ridiculously as he kicked his shoes off, not caring where they landed. you nearly jumped out of your skin when one hit the closet door and banged to the floor, not hearing johns overly dramatic entrance until now. you had been living with john for over three years now, deciding that since you were so close, it would be easier to just live in one house & split the rent, so you had since been used to his little temper tantrums. you chuckled to yourself as you sat up on your bed, hearing him stomp his way up the stairs. you giggled slightly again, getting the last of it out because you knew better than to laugh in his face in the middle of his mood. alas, the door flung open, revealing a grumpy-faced, sour-mooded lennon, who in your opinion, looked like a angry kitten. you couldn’t help but smile at the sight in front of you as you tutted.

“well a big hello to you too! what’s the matter, john?” you asked through a giggle. john only humphed and threw himself down onto your bed, his face just missing your lap. you chuckled once more and let your hand fall into his hair, stroking through your fingers through it softly.

“what happened, love?” you asked, concern laced in your tone as you massaged his head softly. john didn’t respond, which only made you more nervous. you cared very deeply about him, for he was your best friend... and more than that, only to you. you, very unfortunately, have had a crush on john for an ongoing thirteen years now. you would never say anything to him, of course, in fear it would ruin your friendship. the pair of you were the classic ‘bonnie & clyde’ duo, you were never without each other. john told you everything and you to him.

in which when money was tight and jobs were sparse (for john, not an option with the band!) you decided it would be easier to just move in together.

you practically lived with each other before, each at one another’s houses every day. there wasn’t a day you didn’t see johns face, but you wouldn’t want it any other way. but with this growing crush on your best friend of nearly fifteen years, it had progressively become harder to hide this from him. but nonetheless, you managed. you wouldn’t ever want to lose john, for you’d lose a piece of yourself. though it was probably cliche with the whole ‘crush on your best friend’ ordeal, you couldn’t help but fall in love with that damn cheeky smile and the sweet personality that john winston lennon possessed.

“johnnyyyy” you called out to him a sing-songy voice, in hopes for some sort of reaction out of the sulking boy at your knees. instead, you only got a grunt and a small movement of the hand. better than nothing, you thought.

“you know you can tell me anything!” you told him, leaning closer to his ear when saying so. nothing. you sighed in defeat. you couldn’t get a reaction out of him, but you weren’t going to let him sit around and be sad. soon enough, an idea popped into your head. you smiled as you turned to sit on your side and slid your arm down near his.

“alright, i guess i’ll just have to tickle it out of ya, then!” you announced, and before he could protest, you reached down to his armpit and tickled him, moving your free hand down to his neck to do the same. he squeaked and giggled as you began the motion, squirming around like a little worm in your clutch. the both of you laughed like maniacs until he finally chanted for you to stop.

“gonna speak now?” you asked, depending wether you would stop or not on his answer.

“yes! fine, fine! i’ll talk!” he squealed through giggles, practically begging for you not to repeat your motions again. you laughed as you made your way off of him, where you ended up sitting against the wall of your bed. he joined you as the laughter died down and leaned his head against your shoulder. you gently placed your hand on his knee in comfort. john wasn’t one to willingly express his feelings, it was usually forced out by you, because you knew it was awful for him to bottle things up. bad things happened when john bottled his emotions.

“what happened, johnnybug?” you turned towards him, using the nickname you had used for him ever since you two had first met as children. at that, john turned to face you with tired eyes and a solemn face you didn’t often see. your heart broke for your best friend as his eyes were usually sparkling and filled with joy, but today the life had drained from them. you moved your hand to his cheek and stroked it softly with your thumb, your gaze still locked on his; his on yours. at last, john broke away and placed his head on your shoulder once more. you sighed heavily and took his hand in yours, interlocking your fingers for comfort.

“the boys, they didn’t like the song i’ve been working on.” john said, deflated. “i’ve been working on this bloody song for over a year! they all made fun of it...” he trailed off.

“and i guess it’s just a lot to take in, everything really.” he continued. “i’ve just been... all over the place! stressed out. life is so much to handle!” he exclaimed, tears pricking at his eyes now. your heart ripped even more now, if it was even a possibility. you loved him so much, the last thing you ever wanted was to see him hurt. why didn’t i see the signs? you thought to yourself. he was obviously stressed out, why couldn’t i have seen that?

“don’t go blaming it on yourself, now.” john said, as if he had read your mind. “you know how i’m a little bit more...” he paused, looking for the word. “personal.”

but still, you couldn’t help but feel bad that you didn’t see the signs of overwhelm in john. you could usually see right through him, this was not the case.

“john, i’m so sorry...” you whispered, your eyes filling with tears. you felt awful that he had to endure pain alone. locking your gazes once more, johns eyes had softened and shown pity and compassion as he placed a hand on your face.

“what did i tell you.. don’t go blaming yourself. cmon princess, don’t be sorry...” john whispered, using your age-old nickname as he caressed your face. you couldn’t help but let your tears flow. he was so caring. even in his darkest hours, when he felt his worst, john was still looking out for you.

“john i’m so sorry... i should’ve seen the signs.” you started, with a sigh. “please, if you ever feel like this again, you need to talk to me about it! it’s bad to keep things bottled up...” you ranted, looking deeply into his beautiful brown eyes, seeing below the surface of what the world really saw of john lennon.

what the world saw of john lennon was a sweet, outgoing beatle caught up in the euphoric eras of stardom, singing his heart out on the stage and showing that the world was really, truly in the hands of his boyband. but what you saw of john lennon was the sweet, innocent, shy smile you first met when he was only an awkward schoolboy. the john lennon you knew was the silly little man who danced around in his living room and bounced on the couches when he was excited. the sweetheart who would hold you when you cried, or make you soup when you were sick, or stare at you when you laughed because he thought ‘your smile could light up a room.’ what you knew of john lennon was what you fell in love with.

you broke out of your trance as he smiled at you, your heart warming at the sight. you felt your heart rate speed up as he leaned his forehead in to touch yours. you could feel his warm breathing on your face as his eyes connected with your own, you felt the entire world stop. you felt as if your soul was blasting fireworks and having a thunderstorm all at once, it was nearly too much to take in. you couldn’t control your body, you began to lean in. everything was frozen. you closed your eyes and felt your lips touch with johns. you felt your brain explode as you felt johns sweet, soft lips collide with yours and a chill ran down your spine. for years, you ached to do this. you held your lips there for a few seconds, taking in every inch of your euphoria and the sweet taste of his lips.

then, realization set in.

you could’ve cried as you realized what you had done. your head started to spin as you pulled away, eyes filling with tears. you were in shock, words wouldn’t make their way out of your mouth. much to your dismay, you opened your eyes and stared into johns. his expression was unreadable as you examined him, his mouth slack and eyes wide.

“johnny, i...” you began, not being able to finish your words. a warm tear slipped down your cheek.

“why did you...why did you do that?” john asked silently. your heart wrenched at the words. did he not want you to kiss him?

well of course he didn’t! you thought to yourself. you took a friendship you cherished and ruined it.

john began to get up and you couldn’t help but sob. your head was spinning as you watched him move from the bed and walk out of the door.

“john! please!” you cried, wishing that this was all just a bad dream. tears cascaded down your cheeks as you rolled forward and let yourself go.

nearly a half hour had passed and john had not returned. you began to grow profusely worried, wondering where had gone and worse yet, if he would ever come back. for the last thirty minutes, you had been simply sitting in your armchair in the living room, feeling sorry for yourself. with tears still running down your face, you stood up and grabbed the phone dialing the next person you would run to when you felt like this. the first would be john, but he was obviously out of the question at the moment.

“hello?” you were utterly relieved to hear george’s sweet, caring voice in the phone. you had known george for as long as you had known john, he introduced the pair of you. really and truly, you owed it all to george, if not for him you wouldn’t had met the person you loved. but at the very moment you could curse poor george for introducing john to you, because you wouldn’t have ended up in this embarrassing situation. but yet again, that wasn’t his fault. it was your own.

“george... hi...” you began, your voice crackly and hoarse. you could practically hear him begin to worry, simply because that’s the way that he was. he was one of the most compassionate and selfless people you would ever meet in your life, an amazing person to have as a friend. but with that came worry, if one little thing had gone wrong for you he would come running to fix it, first making sure that you were okay.

“y/n, are you alright?” george asked, as you expected him to.

“um, not really...it’s john..” you trailed off, glancing at the floor, tears brimming your eyes again. you heard him sigh. george had known about your feelings for john for quite a while now, he was the first person you had ever told. he made a pact with you to never tell a soul, especially not john. he still kept his promise to this day.

“i’ll be right over.” and with that, george hung up the phone. you sighed in relief as you made your way back to your armchair to wait for him, curling your knees to your chest. you breathed heavily as you stared out the window in front of you, praying by some miracle, john wouldn’t despise every fibre of your being and come back to you. you let out an upset whimper at the idea of him never returning. my goodness, you wouldn’t know what to do without john. your tears nearly became hysterical at the thoughts, so you rested your head on your knees and closed your eyes until george had arrived.

you weren’t sure how long you were asleep, but you woke up in a tight pair of arms wrapped around your waist, and were no longer in your uncomfortable position in the armchair. long fingers ran comfortably through your hair, making your sleepiness seep back in. you fought it off, opening your eyes and allowing them to adjust to the light before looking up and seeing george, gazing at you sweetly.

“g’mornin, sleepyhead.” he giggled. you yawned.

“god, what time is it?” you mumbled, sitting up and stretching your arms above your head.

“nearly five pm.” george answered. you frowned.

“and no sign of john...” you mentioned in a whisper, memories of the day slowly making their way back into your brain. you gazed at the floor and played with your fingers, facing the opposite direction of george. he tutted, placing a comforting hand on your lower back.

“y/n, what happened?” george whispered.

“i kissed him, george.” you began, sighing out the breath you had silently been holding. “i kissed john because he was stressed, and i thought it was a good idea, and i’ve been in love with him forever and i’ve been wanting to do it since i can remember..and i shouldn’t have! because now he’s gone, and he probably hates me and he’s probably never comin-“ you were cut off by your own sobs. “coming back.”

george had a look of complete pity on his face. with a very evident frown, he completely engulfed you in his arms. you wept against his shoulder, feeling your whole body deflate with sobs.

“oh y/n...” george whispered, combing through your hair with his fingers. you could see george’s eyes beginning to tear as you sat up to look at him. he never wanted to see his friends upset.

“I’m sorry, georgie...” you whispered, not daring to meet his eyes again. you didn’t need to hurt anyone else tonight. his hands slipped around your own and kept them in a gentle, but strong grip. the grip that reminded you of him, in a way. so gentle, yet so strong.

“love, you don’t need to be sorry.” he shushed you, tilting your head up to look him in the eyes. “cmere, let’s have a talk.” he told you, as he readjusted you and set you on his lap.

“john... he gets very defensive.” he began, staring down at your hands intertwined rather than maintaining eye contact like earlier. “sometimes, when he’s upset, he’ll do things that he knows he shouldn’t do, but he just can’t control them. and sometimes, he just needs to be alone.”

“but let me tell you something...” george continued. “john loves you more than anything in the world. i swore on my life with him not to tell you, but you need to know it now. john loves you. the way you love him.”

your jaw nearly dropped, but you managed to keep it in place. he loved you?

you couldn’t believe what you were hearing, you never thought this day would come. an overwhelming wave of emotions had hit you and you stared up at george with a star-stuck look in your eyes. he chuckled in amusement.

“that’s right, he told me so!” he giggled once more, making yourself smile a bit.

“listen y/n, i don’t know why he ran, but i’m thinking it was because he was overwhelmed.” george stated in a more serious tone. you nodded. you began to realize that maybe it wasn’t the best time to have kissed him then, when he was so stressed out the way he was.

“but i know for one thing that he will be back, no doubt about it. he loves you more than anything in the world. he’ll be back, i promise.” george smiled, staring deep into your eyes. sparkling in those beautiful eyes you saw joy and some sort of adoration. you could not ask for a better friend in your life.

and he never broke promises.

“thank you, george.” you said softly, leaning forward to throw your arms around his neck, squeezing him tight. he returned the favor, kissing your temple before squeezing you just as tight.

george had left about an hour ago, leaving your shared house completely empty with you. there had still been no sign of john. you sighed heavily, seating yourself on the steps near the door, staring. if i try hard enough, maybe i can make him bust through this door. you thought to yourself. right. now. squeezing your eyes shut, you hoped and prayed with everything in you john would come flying through the door and throw his arms around you.

but, to no avail.

you sighed once more as you opened your eyes, solemnly leaning you head against the wall and bringing your knees up to your chest. you were exhausted and hadn’t even realized. staring at the door, you let your eyes fall closed in a stressful doze, wishing you had your john beside you.

you had no idea what time it was. no clue where you were. you just knew you heard a click of a door. your eyes flew open and began to adjust, sitting yourself up. at that moment, you saw the person you had been aching to see the entire day. your heart leapt out of your chest and your eyes brimmed with tears of joy.

“john?” you croaked out.

“hey princess...” he answered.

not even giving him time to explain himself, you launched yourself at john, throwing your arms around him. you had felt relieved, happy and angry at him all at once, but the feeling in your soul was nothing short of ecstatic. you could feel your face paced heartbeat collide and sync with johns. warm tears streamed down your face, you took in his scent. sandalwood, cigarettes and cherry chapstick. at last, he pulled back from you, staring deep into your eyes. tears were running down johns cheeks as they were yours.

“y/n, im in love with you.”

a surge of joy rushed through your entire body and you nearly shivered. your ears rang and you could hear nothing but the heavy breathing between the two of you and the clock on the wall in the kitchen, ticking. alas, your brain programmed to come out of the shock and your lips curled upwards in a smile. giving john no time to protest, you launched at him once more and smashed your lips against his. the amount of delight the pair of you felt was immeasurable, john smiling into the kiss. this was like nothing you had ever felt before in your life, nothing could compare to it. you finally pulled back to take in johns features, his red lips swollen and teary eyes slanted in triumph. you smiled brightly at the sight in front of you.

“you didn’t run this time.” you whispered, bringing a hand up to his face to run down the side of his cheek and a soft finger down his jawline.

“never again.” john whispered in return, which sounded more like a promise than a statement. you smiled brighter at him and laid your head on his shoulder. he lifted you up and you squealed, both of you giggling as john carried you up the steps.

laying you down on the bed and crawling in beside you, he leaned into your ear, pressing a soft kiss to the back of your neck and whispering,

Request: Hey could I possibly get a number 45 (I had a nightmare about you and I just wanted to make sure you’re okay) imagine please for john shelby and female reader 🙏🏻

hope you like it and sorry if it’s too short, love youu xx

John walk into his house, trying to be as quiet as possible as is past midnight so his wife and the kids are sleeping for sure. Esme is gonna be mad at him for coming home that late again and that thought makes John sigh while slowly enter in their shared bedroom. Just as he thought, she is peacefully sleeping on her side of bed with the blanket up to her neck.

John take off every piece of clothing until he only wear trousers and when Esme whimpered a little, he looked better at his wife and his eyes grew wide at the sight of [Y/N]. She is the one sleeping on his bed, not Esme. He wanted so bad to see [Y/N] in the place of his wife, but now that this is finally happening, he's feeling like something is really wrong with it.

"[Y/N]?" He speaks with his dry throat, but no answer from her so he tries again and again. No answer. Is gut is telling him that something bad happened.

"[Y/N] do you hear me?"

He pull the blanket away, hoping that she would wake up this way, but the words remain blocked in his throat and he forget everything he wanted to say to her. He couldn't find his voice anymore. [Y/N]'s white nightgown is covered in blood from the bullet that still is in her chest. This imagine frightened John to death as he shacked her thin body, not believing his eyes. But it's true. [Y/N] is dead.

"No...It's not true. It can't be..." He keep on talking to himself while caressing [Y/N] soft hair, but no reaction from her. Tears formed in his eyes and he felt the urge to scream. He somehow managed to hold it back until he saw it. The black hand placed on his pillow.

They did it. They killed her.

That was the moment when he couldn't keep it inside anymore and screamed.

"No!" John is quickly up with his hand at his back where he knows he's always keeping his gun, but it wasn't there this time cause he was sleeping.

His hands are shaking, his heart is beating so fast and he is gasping for air like he just been running, but he wasn't. He was having a nightmare. A horrible nightmare that got him sweating and feeling like he's out of air in his own house.

"What's wrong?" Esme is immediately up herself, concern all over her face as she glared at her husband. Pure terror is all over his face and that's something new for John. He sometimes had nightmares from the war, but not even then he reacted this way and he never got up screaming.

"Nothing...Go back to sleep." He managed to answer it after a few moments and he started to get dress, Esme still watching him having no clue about what's really happening in John's mind.

"John, where are you going?"

But he was already out the door.

The cold air was exactly what he needed to calm himself down a little bit and before he even realized, he was at [Y/N]'s door. It was just a nightmare, but he couldn't forget it. Every fucking time he close his eyes, he see her covered in blood and with the black hand next to her. If something ever happen' to her, John knows is gonna be on him and he would never forget himself for that.

She is not answering the door. What if they really got her? What if she's hurt and it's already too late?

"John? What are you doin' here?"

He sighed relieved when in front of his eyes is standing [Y/N] with a asleep concerned face and wearing the same white nightgown from his nightmare. He couldn't help himself when he pulled you into his arms, holding you tight at his chest and almost thanking to God that you are safe.

"Hey, look at me! What happened?" You can feel John's heart beating fast inside his chest and that and his pale face are the signs that something's off with him. You fought so bad the last time you saw each other; he wouldn't come here at this hour and in this state if it wasn't really important to him.

He don't answer to your questions, he just pull away from the hug and run a hand over his face before talking with the same raspy voice he always have in the morning.

"It's nothing. I will go now."

You can't let him go. And not because you want so bad to know what made him to come here, but because you missed him like hell.

"No. Stay, please." You don't even think about the fight you two had about Esme, about him still choosing to stay married to her despite having feelings for you. It's simply nothing in this moment.

John is looking surprised at you like he wasn't expecting you to do that, but he nod is head and walks into your house.

"You want some tea?" You ask, concerned still present in your voice.

He shake his head and for a few moments you two stay in silence. You don't wanna press on him and asking more questions, especially when he's looking like he's far away from there.

"I had a nightmare about you and I just wanted to make sure you’re okay." His now looking at you and he bite on his lip before talking again with a lower voice. "I know I have no right to come to you...Not after what I did, but I wanted to see you to be sure."

For a while you don't know what to say. You know that John have his demons that are haunting him in his dreams, but he was so scared when you opened the door. Even when he realized that it was just a nightmare, he still wasn't sure that you are alright and the thought of him caring so deeply about you is just melting you inside and you simply couldn't stay mad at him anymore.

"Can you stay here tonight?" You ask as you slowly grab his cold fingers with yours, your eyes locking with his icy ones. You always loved the way his eyes are saying what he can't using words and this time they are saying that he loves you. And you can feel it.

"You really want to?"

"Yes." A little smile is now playing on your lips and you pull his face closer to yours by the back of his neck, your lips almost touching each other. "I want you to stay forever, but..."

"I will."

You rise your eyebrows at him, not wanting to believe him to not get your hopes too high and be disappointed again. But you just pretending cause you are already falling into his arms.

"I promise I will be here with you, [Y/N]. Soon." He speaks while he place his hands on your waist, keeping your body closer to his and not giving you a chance to answer because of his lips pressed on yours with lust and love.

That night you believed him.

Again.