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[laurapora]

John Watson x Reader II

“That’s erm,” your hands fluttered nervously at your side, “well, that’s quite a lot to unpack isn’t it?” 

“I didn’t want to have to tell you but,” he grimaced, “I thought you deserved to know.”

John stared at you, his blue gaze passing through you into another plane of thought. He was acutely aware of the pain he had just inflicted on you. The behemoth of emotional injury that had been transferred onto your shoulders.

He didn’t want to. So why had he? Why had he chosen to burden this perfectly sane woman with his imperfectly chaotic life? 

He waited to see how you would react. Would you collapse into a nervous mess? Cry and scream at him for crippling you with this knowledge? Leave in a flurry of expletives never to be seen again?

That was, after all, how any sane person would react when presented with the morbid chronicles of John Watson’s life. The soldier who never came home from the war. The man who sought adrenaline in the form of chasing after killers and putting bullets into those who would do the same to him. His only friend was a high functioning sociopath and his only wife had been a liar of considerable proportions who he’d lost just as soon as he’d gotten to know her. 

He was not sane, as certain people had been quite eager to remind him, so he had come to accept these things as part of the fabric of himself. The threads that wove him together. 

You, however, were sane. Ordinary and simple in all the best ways, just as he had always wanted his lover to be. You had no bones in your closet, no demons in your bed. Just a beautiful smile and an incredible laugh that had captured his heart with breathless desire.

Six months he’d fallen asleep with you by his side and now he had to let you go. It wasn’t meant to be. How could it? He didn’t fall in love with normal people. The ring he still wore on his finger proved as much. 

He stood firm, and braced himself for your blows. With a sick sort of humor he realized he wanted to be punished. He wanted you to curse his name for ever dragging you into his demented life. He wanted you to leave him because otherwise, he knew, he would beg you to stay. 

“So, let me make sure I understand you correctly,” you began to pace as you listed off the number of inconceivable truths you had just learned about your boyfriend.

“Your best friend is Sherlock Holmes, who has almost gotten you killed a dozen or more times and encourages reckless behavior on your part that is usually illegal. Your acquaintance is his brother, Mycroft Holmes, who is no less dangerous if slightly more nefarious, and he enlists your help on equally deadly tasks with little to no concern for your life. Your wife was actually a covert operative whom you met while you thought Sherlock was dead, but it turns out he wasn’t and she ended up taking a bullet for this man not long after your child was born.” 

You paused and glanced up at John, his face was downcast.

“Did I forget anything?”

“No,” he clenched and unclenched his fists. It was a habit of his you found strangely endearing, “that would be everything.”

“Well,” you exhaled deeply, “here I was fretting about how to tell you that I spent a summer in Florence sampling wine and Italian men when I supposed to be studying agriculture. That all seems a bit humdrum now, doesn’t it?”

Surprise and confusion flitted over his face. He hadn’t quite processed the joke yet.

“It was during my Uni years,” you shrugged, “I worried it might make you think I was a bit too--shall we say--flighty.”

A chuckled escaped his lips and his eyes sought yours with a desperate intensity. Laughter bubbled in your chest and soon the two of you were doubled over with the absurdity of it all. 

When your breath returned, you smiled and righted a lock of hair that had fallen over his forehead.

“It’s a tad unfair though,” you mused,

“What is?” his brow furrowed.

“Telling me all this after I’d already fallen in love with you. Now I haven’t got a choice but to stick around.”

John was speechless. This couldn’t be right. He didn’t understand. You weren’t supposed to be this understanding, it wasn’t supposed to feel this easy.

He searched your face for any trace of misgiving, not that he was very good at it. That was more Sherlock’s territory. Still, he could find nothing but fondness and compassion in your image. He was nearly ready to let himself believe it.

Once you eliminate the impossible, whatever remains, no matter how improbable, must be the truth.

His arms sought you, enveloping your frame as he wanted--needed--to feel you against him. He kissed your temple and whispered, “Thank you.”

You were truthfully more than a little shocked by everything, but you would have time to process it more thoroughly later. John had entrusted his most painful moments with you and you would treat them with all the care and tenderness that someone as incredible as he deserved.

After a moment you pulled back and gave him a playful smile, “Now, you’re sure there’s nothing else? Rosie isn’t actually a forest nymph that was left on your doorstep?”

He feigned disappointment, “Ah, I was hoping you wouldn’t notice that one.”

His hands slipped down to your waist and his expression was curious, “About that summer in Italy. Is there, erm, anything you learned that you want to share with me?”

You kissed him lightly, testing his patience, “Oh, yes I can think of a few things.”

His eyes were bright with amusement as he captured your mouth with his own once again.

Perhaps you were not sane after all. Perhaps you were. All John Watson knew for certain was that he loved you and that was enough.

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Part 2 of ?

[boredoutofmymindwriting]

John Watson x reader

Do you think I can have a reader x Watson(Sherlock BBC) imagine it preference? I'd love it! I have brown hair and eyes,I love to read, and please make him single. requested by @animal-freak

Alright here you go I hope you like it and it was close to what you wanted! :D It takes place in autumn by the way.

Readers POV

I was walking on the street reading one of my many books with my headphones on listening to music. I was walking to my local coffee shop to buy some of my (favorite hot drink). I turned and was about to open up the door to the coffee shop when the door opened but I didn´t have time to react so I my clumsily self managed to bump straight into someone. I dropped my book and the person that I bumped into dropped their coffee too. I was going to bend down and grab my book when the person bent down and picked it up for me. I looked at him he had kind eyes and dirt blonde hair. I noticed that he was saying something so I took of my headphones. “I´m sorry what did you say?” I asked. He handed me my book and said. “I said sorry for bumping into you.” I looked at him dumbfounded. “What do you mean that you´re sorry I was the one who wasn´t looking and made you spill your coffee. So sorry about that by the way.” I said and thought about what I could do to make up for it. He smiled at me kindly. “Well it´s no problem accidents do happen and you said you were sorry.” he said. “Well I still feel bad about it so would you mind if I bought you a new cup of coffee?” I said looking at him hopeful. “Yes that would be lovely. Thank you.” He answered. We both walked inside again and I ordered my (favorite hot drink) and a new cup of coffee to the stranger. “So what´s your name?” the kind man asked me. “Oh uhm Y/N Y/L/N. “ I answered after I´d payed. “What´s yours?” I asked him. “John. John Watson Nice meeting you Y/N Y/L/N.” He said we got our drinks and just as he was about to say something his phone beeped. He took it out of his pocket and sighed. “I´m so sorry but I have to go.” He said. I nodded. “It´s okay. Have a good day.” I said. “You too.” he said and walked out of the coffee shop. I look at my watch and realize I´m late for work. I grab my cup and hurries to St. Barts.

~timeskip~

I walk into the morgue and takes of my coat and puts on the lab coat. I walk into the medical exam room. “I´m so sorry that I´m late Molly....” I get quiet when I see who´s standing there. “ Oh it´s alright Y/N You´re usually on time. John, Sherlock this is Y/N Y/L/N. Y/N this is Sherlock Holmes and John Watson.” She says happily. I look at John and smiles nervously. “Yes. Uhm I´ve met John before.” I say to Molly. “Yes we have met before. This morning actually.” He said. “You did?” Said Molly looking between me and John smiling.”Yes.” I said simply. When I saw Mollys smile I started to blush slightly. “Well we are done here. John come on.” Sherlock says Impatient. “Yes.” John says. I quickly pick up a pen and paper and writes my name and number on it. “Here.” I say and gives it to him. He takes it and smiles then hurries after Sherlock. I look over at Molly who smiles.

~2 weeks later~

John still haven´t called me and I would probably never see him again since I´ve been focusing on getting an higher PHD in med school. I´m currently sitting at that same coffee shop as two weeks ago reading a new book but drinking the same. The bell from the door chimes and I look up hoping for it to be John, But it wasn´t this time either and I decide to put my headphones on so I won´t feel more bad about myself. Little do I know that just as I put on some music the bell chimes again and in walks John. He orders his usual coffee and looks around in the shop for me. He spots me reading by my table. He walks over and taps me lightly on my shoulder. I turn my music of ready to tell whoever it was that the seat beside me was taken. I look up and see that it´s John. “H-hi.” I say smiling. “Hello. Is this seat taken?” He asks looking nervous. “No it´s not.” I say. We chat for a couple of minutes then I manage to get enough courage to ask him that one question I´ve been thinking about for what felt like ages. “Why didn´t you call?” I say hurt showing in my eyes.

“I feel a bit clumsy telling you this but I put your number in the back pocket of my pants and I forgot it was there and I cleaned them and once I realized where you number was it was to late. Then I tried to find you at St. Barts but they only had your home number and apparently you was studying somewhere and they didn´t have your number.” He says getting a slight pink shade on his cheeks. I smile “ It´s okay John accidents do happen and at least you said you were sorry.” I say repeating what he said that day. He chuckles and asks. “Would you care to take a walk?” We had already finished our drinks so I nod and we head out. A chilly breeze sweeps by us and I pull my coat closer. We walk and talk for a bit and I see a tree. “come.” I say and walkes under the tree and sits down. John follows and sits down. There comes a new breeze and I start to shake slightly from the cold. John notices and awkwardly puts an arm around me to keep me warm. I can tell he´s unsure of how I feel so I snuggle a bit closer to him enjoying the warmth. He instantly relaxes. “You know Y/N.. I really like you.” He says nervously. I look up at him shocked. He instantly starts to blush and rubs his neck out of embarrassment. I start to smile and says. “I like you too John.” He smiles and hugs me tightly. I hug him back and he kisses the top of my head. I look into his eyes and say. “I can´t believe me reading a book and my clumsiness actually brought me something amazing like this. John looks at me and says. “ Neither can I.” They both lean in slowly and share an sweet kiss. The break the kiss and looks at each other and starts to smile.