"Really? Right now?",,~{ Spooky Month: Officer John x Reader Oneshots}~

"Where the hell have you been?"

(No sex or anything in this one, only some fighting and some fluff. Giggles. This doesn't follow the two other chapters in this book, every new chapter has its own storyline unless it's a part # to another chapter.)

(Mentions of people being drunk?? Idk if that makes people a bit uncomfortable so warning.)

(Also short chapter lol)

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It was at least a morning on Thursday, Khloe was off to school and I was having a headache. You see, John was gone. I didn't know where he could've gone, he wouldn't answer my calls. Jack said he hasn't seen him, nor has anyone.

I heard the door slam as I grumbled from our bedroom. I hate when he's like this, so overworked he decides to make it everyone else's problem. Someone needed to talk some sense into John, and I was going to be the person to do it. I heard as he opened the door and rummaged the fridge for anything edible that doesn't require cooking. I got up from our bed and walked out our bedroom door, walking downstairs. I wanted to ask where he was, I was worried sick and a bit pissed off.

"Where the hell have you been?" I said, annoyed. He looked up from his spot in the kitchen and rolled his eyes, turning back to slam the fridge door. The kitchen window illuminated light from the outside as it shined on the floor and on my face.

"Excuse me? When did you get so bitchy?" I asked, putting my hands on my hips as I grew mad. John grumbled and passed me, a glass of water in his hand. He bumped me slightly, grumbling even more as he did. I turned to look at him but he just sat down on the couch, grabbing the remote and turning on the tv. I walked over and tried to talk to him.

"John, what has gotten into you? Who the hell do you think you are?" I asked, gesturing towards him. He grumbled and turned the TV volume louder, drowning out my voice with whatever was playing. I was so lucky our daughter wasn't home, I wouldn't want her to see this. I grabbed the remote from his hand and turned the TV off, pissing him off.

"What the hell's YOUR problem?" John said, getting up from the couch and trying to swipe the remote from me. I held out my hand and pushed his chest away from my other hand that held the remote. As he moved even closer, I caught a whiff of him. The smell of booze tickled my nose as I stood in shock.

"What the hell, John?! Have you been drinking?" I shouted at him, which made him stay in his spot. He looked around and looked everywhere but my eyes, making me even angrier as I already was. He normally does that when he knows he's guilty.

"So, what if I was? Why do you care?" John asked, sitting back down and crossing his arms, turning the other way. I sat down and tried to touch him, only for him to swat my hand away. I finally snapped, getting up and grabbing his face, making him face me. John snarled, "I have a lot of shit on my back already and I don't need people like you ALL OVER MY BACK." He yelled, pointing his finger at my face. I wanted to break his stupid finger.

"You listen here and you listen good." I pointed my finger into his face after swatting his finger away from my face, making him flinch a bit. "Of course I care that you're drunk, you're my husband. You don't ever give me that attitude, EVER. I care about you and I don't want you doing that shit. " I said, grabbing his face harder. I heard a slight whimper, which was a surprise. My face reddened as I slightly let go of his face, John looked at me in confusion.

"W-whyd you stop? You looked hot." John said impulsively, his eyes widening after he realized what he said. I just chuckled and kissed his cheek, sure I'm mad, but how could I resist? He's so adorable sometimes. I let go of his face and sat next to him, intertwining our fingers. I squeezed his hand as I tried not to curse, remembering his still a bit tipsy. He always gets a bit more sensitive when he's drunk.

"John, sweetheart." I started, resting our hands on the couch. "The next time you go out to drink, please just tell me. I was worried sick and I don't want something to happen to you." I said, rubbing my thumb onto his hand. John rubbed his head and spoke.

"Sorry, I've just been having a tough day and I didn't mean to trouble you. I'm sorry, I really am. My stress was just taking over and I needed to relieve it." He said, letting go of my hand so he can rub the temples in his head. I leaned over and patted his back.

"It's okay, I forgive you. Just please tell me in the future." I said, kissing his cheek again. He stopped and smiled at me. He winced from his, assuming how he was acting, headache. He kissed my lips and put his hand on my face, caressing my cheek.

"You can always "relieve" your stress with me.." I mumbled, but loud enough that John heard. He just chuckled and kissed me again, disregarding my attempt to flirt and joke.