Sherlock Imagines

Late Nights (JohnxReader)

See? Said I'd do a JohnxReader for you guys! Anyway, thank you littleredridingwolf1 for the prompt from her amazing imagines book! *sings in heavy Irish accent* Enjo~y!

The whirring of the chainsaw slicing through the air, the young woman's screams, as she begs to be spared! It was absolutely delicious! A small smile tugged at your lips as you saw the scene unfold. The killer had quite the talent with the weapon, chainsaws are very difficult to control. You stuffed more popcorn in your face, not bothering to check on the very terrified John. The American movie didn't bother him so much, not as much at how much you enjoyed it, at least.
"Love, you realize people are being murdered here, right?" He gently placed a hand on your back, alerting you to your creepy behavior. You turned your head to face him, lips a straight line as you carefully considered your words and previous actions.
"Well, yeah, but it's just a movie, John." You turned all your attention back to the killer taking the woman's life. When he suggested you both watch a scary movie, he expected a light gore, more haunted-house feel, with you curled up in his arms. Not you cheering on a mass murderer as he sliced women who fit your description into tiny little pieces.
"But it's based off a real event..." He said after a long pause. You internally groaned. It was bound to happen at some point, there was no point in believing otherwise, but he couldn't have waited until the movie was over?
"Yeah, and they caught the guy. Don't you feel the adrenaline pumping, John? Can't you feel it? Isn't it amazing?" You laughed a bit at the end, never bothering to turn towards him. Yeah his adrenaline was pumping. He was sitting next to a psychopath watching a horror film. He decided to shut up for a bit, and continue the movie as if you weren't crazy. It was coming up to the climax scene, where the killer gets caught, and you seemed anxious, sad even. Further proving John's fears.
"NO! Stupid woman! Run down the alley, and cross through Partimer Drive! Don't take the long way! He's faster than you! Maybe you deserve to die, thin out the idiots in the world!"  He turned to you in a sudden state of shock as you cursed the woman. As you predicted, she was torn to shreds, and as he left, the killer dropped his wallet.
"AGH! ROOKIE MISTAKE! NEVER BRING ANY FORM OF ID WHEN KILLING SOMEONE! That's how you get caught, stupid!" You slumped into the couch, arms crossed at his disobedience. John's fear-filled eyes stared at you, trying to see the lovely woman he had fallen for. It wasn't hard, you were a sweet person, just had a few 'cliché' issues here and there. One being this.
"Um, y/n? Love? Calm down, we want him to get caught, remember?" He rubbed your back lightly, pulling his other arm a crossed him to take your free hand. This wasn't something he'd suggest again any time soon.
"First he doesn't wear gloves, then he drops his wallet? What kind of idiot makes those mistakes?!" You threw your arms out in an exasperated motion. You finally looked at John, who was clearly terrified with your recent behavior, causing to reflect on everything. You tried so hard to be normal. It was difficult for you. Like your brother, you were a genius of many levels, but unlike him, you felt things. Yes, he cared for you dearly. Sometimes you were the only thing he cared about, and when he found out you were in love with John, he was pissed, but he wanted you to be happy. So he looked the other way. But sometimes those things he taught you growing up were hard to forget.
"You act as if you know first hand." He reminded you. He knew who you were, and he also knew this isn't what you wanted to be. What he didn't realize, was that movies like these had been what you and your brother binge watched for days on end, not only correcting the victims' choices, but things like the killer's form, and their tactics. Thing is, you did know first hand.
"I know, John, I'm sorry. I got carried away." You leaned into his arms, ignoring the final scenes of the movie playing out. He twisted his fingers in your pristine-as-always hair, letting them dance, and make tangles in the otherwise perfect locks. You picked up a lot from your brother, one being, looks are everything. From your posture to your clothes, everything screamed bold and confident. Expensive clothes, hair always done with just the right amount of product and fixing, not to mention always standing tall despite being short compared to the infamous detective. John held you tightly, his fear turning to guilt. He knew it wasn't your fault, yet here he was scolding you for it. He was just so used to you acting like everyone else, normal.
"I'm sorry, love. I know you didn't mean it like that. Old habits die hard, but it's what makes you, you. And I love you, just the way you are." He kissed the top of your head, careful to avoid being head butted again. You squeezed tighter, clutching onto him for dear life. The credits rolled through the screen, and you both just sat there, blissfully unaware of the world around you, until you mistakenly drifted to sleep on the sofa in his arms. Looks like you'd be staying there tonight. John carefully spread out your form on the couch as he laid across it. He was careful not to wake you. It didn't take long for him to drift to sleep either, one arm protectively around your waist, the other clutching the back of your head to his chest. He was a soldier protecting his love. He always would.

The annoying ringtone your brother had insisted on screamed in the darkness. Careful not to disturb you, John reached for it. He knew how little you slept at your brother's. It wasn't that you were afraid or anything, no, he was just loud. Always screaming for no reason. It was annoying, and caused many sleepless nights. John flipped the phone on, answering his call.
"WHERE ARE YOU?! I'VE BEEN CALLING AND WAITING FOR HOURS!!" He screamed, causing John to flinch. He didn't like talking to him, but John wanted you to rest. He took a deep breath.
"She fell asleep, she's fine. Didn't realize she'd need your permission to stay the night." He didn't know if it was the grogginess, or the protectiveness that gave him the incentive to be bolder than he typically would. He heard a growl erupt from the other side of the line, as if he was considering what to do, who to make pay.
"I STILL HAVE YET TO SEE WHATNY DARLING SISTER SEES IN YOU!" Same song, different verse. It always went like this, the few times him and John were forced to communicate.
"I still have yet to see how she's related to you, but at least here she can actually rest." John forced the fear of the man aside, trying to convince himself he would never harm him. Not when his sister was in love with him.
"I'd bite your tongue! Fine. She can stay. But you so much as touch her, and I will personally sssssskkiinn you alive!" The man on the other line threatened, his dark tone only becoming darker. John gulped once, but stood his ground.
"Will do. Bye, Moriarty." John snapped, ready to fall back asleep. Moriarty simply hung up, not another word. He must've been more pissed off than usual. Oh well. John placed the phone on the coffee table once more, and returned to his original position, falling back into a deep sleep.