Sherlock one shots x readers, preferences and imagines

Requested preference - violence - JOHN

A/N

I know I skipped the Mycroft one shot x reader this time, I just haven't got any inspiration for him right now. I hope you can understand! Next time there will be another Mycroft story so don't you worry! (hey, that rhymes!)

The following preference was requested by @PrincessPeach221  a pretty long time ago. I just couldn't write it any time earlier. It's about the reader getting mad at them and the man hitting his lover. Then he tries to make it up to the reader. This is the John part, the others will follow soon but I've decided not to put them all in one 'chapter' since that would make a pretty long 'chapter'. I hope you'll like it!

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John Watson: You gave John a little kiss on his cheek and he looked up with a smile. 'I'm going, darling.' You said sweetly. 'Where are you going?' He asked and put aside his book to look at you with the warmest smile you had ever seen. 'I'm going to visit Jasper, you remember Jasper? He's that man I met at the mall two weeks ago. He invited me to come.' You said and wondered why John's smile faded away so quickly. 'Honey, honestly,' he said and straightened his position and cleared his throat, 'I don't think you should spend any more time with that man. I don't really like him.' He said. You looked at him, astonished. 'Too bad, I think he'd be a good friend and I will go and see him right now. See ya.' You said and wanted to walk away but John grabbed your wrist.

'No, you're not. He's dangerous, I don't permit you to go.' He said and I tried to free myself out of his grasp but his fingers were tightly wrapped around your wrist. 'I didn't ask you for your permission.' You muttered. 'Now let go of me John.' You said, getting annoyed. 'Only if you promise you won't go to Jasper.' He said, getting annoyed too. You looked with a thinking expression. Very clever John, you know I'll never break a promise. His fingers around your wrist were irritating you and it felt as if they burned your skin. You tried to free yourself but it was in vain. 'Damnit John! Let go of me! Who are you to tell me what to and what not to do?!' You yelled. John jumped up. 'I'm your boyfriend! I'm here to protect you!' You succeeded in freeing yourself and yelled back. 'What makes you think I'm in need of protection?! I am perfectly capable of managing by myself!'

'No you're not! Now you listen to me, you're not leaving this house! I will not let you go to that damned Jasper, you understand?!' He screamed, his face coloured red and his voice scared you. But you would not let him tell you what to do so you raised your voice too. 'I will go! And honestly, I think Jasper would never scream at me, he actually understands me!' You didn't know why you said that, and honestly, you shouldn't have. Something inside of his eyes changed and before you could protect yourself, you felt his hand smashing against your face. You gazed at him after he hit you, your eyes stinging with tears. You looked at him, both sad and angry and very confused. His angry face changed and he stared back at you with eyes filled with regret. Your heard him shout your name, but you were already at the door and you looked back to give him one more glance. 'From whom do I need to be protected!?' You smashed the door shut and left John in the living room who slowly let himself fall on his knees, his hands in his hair and tears falling down his eyes with one question running through his mind over and over again: what have I done?

'Just, search for her Sherlock! I need to see her, I can't live without her!' He screamed and Sherlock looked at him, pity filling his blue eyes. 'I will do the best I can, John. I promise you.' That eased him a bit, but they had already searched for his love for a whole week, even Scotland Yard helped him. And yet they hadn't found you, his hopes were fading away. He looked at his hand, the hand that had touched your cheek, the hand that had hurt you so much, physically and mentally. 'I'm so sorry, darling...' He whispered and hoped that his whispered words would fly along with the wind, reaching you wherever you were...

Despair hit him in his face when he finally saw you. You stood at the end of the street, your back turned at him. He walked closer, trying not to run although his legs wanted him to fly towards you. '(y/n)! (y/n)!' He screamed. You looked behind you and saw him, disgust felling your eyes and you tried to flee away. 'Wait! Please wait! (y/n)? (y/n)! I beg you!' He screamed and you seemed to slow down. You turned around, showing him a tear-stained face. 'What do you want, John?' You asked, obviously hurt. And he hurt himself by hurting you. 'What is it? Haven't I got the permission to leave you?' You said sassily. 'My darling...' He began and you rolled your eyes, '...please listen to me. I'm so sorry I hit you! I was wrong, I know that. But I can't live without you! Please, darling...' He said and took one of your hands and cupped it into his, '...forgive me...' he begged.

You stared at him, thinking whether he really regretted his actions. 'What is that in your pocket?' You suddenly asked. He had totally forgotten it. He took one of his hands off your hand and grabbed the little chocolate box he had in his pocket and showed you the box. 'You wanted to bribe me with chocolate?' You asked. 'No, not at all!' He said, 'But eating chocolate releases several neurotransmitters that have positive effects on the mood of human beings. One of the neurotransmitters is phenylethyamine which causes a degree of excitement and makes one happy. Tryptophan is another chemical in chocolate that releases serotonin which makes one feel delightful. Furthermore, it releases endorphins and it tastes so fudging good.' He said straight-faced. 'So...?' You asked. 'So, if you didn't want to see me ever again, I wanted you to feel happy one more time so I could see you smile one last time...' He said and started right in your eyes. You took the box and opened it; it revealed your favourite chocolates. 'I'll take these.' You said. He supposed that meant you didn't want to see him again, so he wanted you to eat one and to leave him with one smile before you walked away.

But you didn't.

You placed the box in your pocket before you walked closer to him and smiled. Then you hit him so hard in his face with a power you didn't know you possessed which caused him to fall on the hard tiles of the street. You helped him up and enjoyed his astonished expression. 'So, now we're even.' You said. John didn't protested, he just looked at you and a smile appeared on his face. Then you kissed him. He was so surprised that he was paralysed for a long time before realising you were actually kissing him. 'I forgive you, John. As long as you never lay hands on me again, at least, not hurt me.' You said and smiled with a breathtaking smile. He couldn't feel more satisfied and content. He was so happy you had forgiven him. 'A-are you coming back home?' He asked and you nodded. 'Yes, we've played hide and seek for far too long. Let's go.' You walked home, hand in hand. The hand that had hurt you now was intertwined with the hand that had hurt him, symbolising our love and how we fall... but rise up too. He looked at you and smiled, you did the same.

'But seriously, you're going to share those chocolates, right? I think we both could use them' He asked and rubbed his hurting cheek as he enjoyed the sound of your laugh. 'I'm serious.' he joked, but stayed straight-faced. 'No, they're mine.' You said but handed him one anyway.

A/N

Sooooooo, that's it for John! I really hope you liked it! I wouldn't share the chocolate; it's too good to share! Would you share it? ;-) I actually wrote it in the 'I' version first, making it a John's POV, but I changed it afterwards, so there could be some 'you was' instead of 'you were' mistakes in it. Sorry!

Also, who remembers Jasper, the one that had appeared in several Moriarty stories? I made him up and I wondered if anyone actually remembered him. If so; nice! Thank you for reading! Requests are always open and please vote and comment!

Catch you later!

-MS