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‘My Hero’ John X Reader

Hello! I have written many one shots and imagines before, but this is my first here on Tumblr. I do imagines for several fandoms, but decided to start with a John Watson X Reader. Please feel free to follow and send requests!

John Watson sighed into his beer, the second of many, he guessed. Instead of going back home after his date backfired on him, he planned to hang around at the pub a few blocks away. It wasn't the best, but it was enough to help get his mind off of his awful night. He got the bartenders attention, and asked him for another beer as someone sat next to him. John, not wanting to sit near anyone, began looking for empty booths to move to discretely, but when he looked in the bar mirror, and saw who was sitting next to him, his breath caught in his throat and all thoughts of moving to another seat completely vanished. You were young, a little younger than John, dressed nicely, your (h/c) hair pulled up into a simple ponytail. John tried to think of ways to talk to you, but couldn't think of anything to say that wouldn't sound too cheesy or rehearsed. Plus, his flatmate would probably just scare you off anyway, so it really didn't matter, he thought sadly. Still, he thought you were breathtaking. He went back to his drink, taking a sip when he noticed someone stalk up to you, smiling confidently. He was tall, and looked like a malemodel, and very interested in you. Whatever chance John had was down the drain the moment he flashed his perfectly white teeth, and then showed off his abes under his ultra thin shirt. How could John, a sulking hedgehog in a sweater his landlady got him for Christmas, compete with a god? Still, he kept an eye on you, having a funny feeling about the guy you were conversing with. Maybe it was a bit of jealousy l, but he couldn't help it. His heart leapt when the guy brushed a hand across your waist, and you squirmed away. He thought that maybe you weren't so into the body builder after all. Then it happened again, and he knew you weren't interested. You slapped a hand on his wrist, suddenly, startling him. "Well, my husband and I are just visiting." You said. The guy looked between yiu. "You two are married?" You nodded, and so did John, deciding he would play along. "Well, congratulations, then." He looked across the bar. "You know, I think I see a friend or two over there, I'll see you later. Nice meeting you." He said, before running off. You took your hand from Johns wrist. "Thank you so much. If there's a way I can repay you please let me know." John shook his head. "Not a problem. You dont have to, really, it's fine." "I want to. I feel bad for dragging you into it." John saw this as his chance. "You don't have to, but if you insist, how about I buy you lunch tomorrow." You sighed. "That doesn't seem fair." John smiled, ad you gave in, nodding your head. "Alright, alright." Johns smile widened, when someone came from behind you, tapping on your shoulder. "Uh, miss, I think that man you were talking to dropped something in your drink. I hope you haven't had any." John's blood began to boil a little, how dare he, but then he relaxed when he realised you hadn't taken a drink since the bartender passed it over to you. You thanked the girl and finished writing down you phone number for John, sliding it across the bar to him. He took it, putting it in his pocket with a promise to call tomorrow morning. "Where are you going?" You wondered. John looked across and saw the man leaving the pub. "To take down a jerk. Nice to meet you." He shrugged his coat on and made for the door as you laughed out loud "My hero."