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siriuslyshewrote · 4 years

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Deep End

John Shelby x Reader

Set in Series Three, 1924. John is 29, and Reader is 28.

“I don’t want this to break you, but I’ve got no one else to talk to.”

The kitchen was silent, completely and utterly, the opposite of usual, when you would have five small children screaming and causing mischief. Your hands were wrapped around a cooling mug of coffee, a cigarette dangling from your lips, a plate of uneaten plain toast in front of you, from hours ago, made by Polly, before she took the kids to hers. You couldn’t have them here, not tonight, not after the bombshell Poll had dropped on you this morning.

Well, perhaps ‘bombshell’ was not the right word. You’d had an inkling for weeks, one that you pushed out of your mind, stomach bubbling with stress (or morning sickness, maybe). Because, of course, some part of you knew that you were pregnant - of course you did, hell, you’d already had five of them. This, however, would be the first pregnancy you had cried about ; really, truly, sadly, cried about, since you discovered about the existence of Katie, on your sixteenth birthday. Katie, however, had turned into a surprise you became ecstatic about.

You couldn’t see that happening, this time, though.

You twisted the wedding ring on your finger, the one that you had taken off several times this week, telling yourself it was just because of how swollen your fingers were. It wasn’t, deep down, you knew that. For the first time in twelve years of marriage, you were suddenly thinking of not being married at all. You and John had had some horrific arguments over the years, but somehow, it was the not arguing that made you contemplate leaving John. The traitorous thoughts had been whirling in your head for a while, making you cry yourself to sleep in the cold empty bed half the time - because John never came home before the early morning anymore.

It was the long nights, the worry and the crippling fear, that his work would result in a terrible ending - with either he, or one of your children dead. It hadn’t ever been something you had thought so in depth about before, as the children grew up without incident ( Katie being thirteen in a few weeks ), but with the knowledge of a new baby, came the anxieties you always had when pregnant, but this time ten-fold. Your brain had been haunted all day, with images of your newborn being targeted by one of the many enemies the Shelby’s had, or taken like Charlie had been. It occurred to you, how naive you had been before, to let the children roam the street, alone. You couldn’t help but -

The door opened, loudly, creaking hinges that John had promised to fix months ago. You jumped in fright, hand almost reaching towards the cool gun that lay on the counter top, before you heard the familiar sound of John kicking off his shoes in the hall, making more of the familiar scuff marks on the wallpaper you’d picked out yourself when John first showed you this house, when he put his hands over your eyes, guided you down the street carefully, Katie, a small toddler at the point, hanging off his back. When he’d laughed, as you opened your eyes, given you the cold keys, when you’d cried with hormonal joy, throwing your arms around him. When he still had the time to be around his family, when you felt more like a treasure than a burden.

“Hey.” His voice was hoarse, like he’d yelled a lot today, and preoccupied, like his mind wasn’t really in the room.

You didn’t look up, surprised he was home so early, just swirled the tea around in your cup, watching the pale liquid move back and forth in little waves. Usually, you’d get up and put the kettle on the stove to warm, or pour a drink of whiskey, depending on the hour, but your ankles were sore and you felt sick, and most of all, your emotions were churning.

“Hey.” You spoke quietly, running your nail through the grains in the wooden table, dented from years of raucous family dinners.

You heard the clinking of a glass, the slight strain to reach the tallest shelf, where the liquor was kept, far enough to evade the grabby hands of the mischievous younger children.

“Where’s the kids?”

“Polly said she’d have them tonight.” You couldn’t stand staying sat, staying still, so you went to the fridge, began to pull out food that you could cook for dinner.

He let out a humoured snort. “God help her. They’ll fuckin’ destroy her house like they ‘ave ours.”

“Or maybe that’s you when you’re pissed off your head.” You snapped.

“What’s up with you?” His voice was half confused, half irritated. “You’ve been in a foul mood all week.”

You snorted, pulling out a frying pan from the jumbled cupboard, one of Edwards stuffed teddies falling out along with it, god knows why.

“I’m surprised you’ve noticed.”

“Hey.” His voice was quiet, hand tugging on your wrist gently. “What is it?”

You pulled away from him, tugging at the material of your dress absently, not able to meet his eye.

“I need to tell you.. Well, I need to talk to you.”

He laughed, but it was anxious. “What is it then? Come out with it.”

“I’m pregnant.” It was blunt, not said with tears or smiles or laughs. Said with a sad voice and blank eyes, and a heavy heart.

His mouth lifted up at the corners in a wide smile. Every single one of the kids, John had been overjoyed with, and you knew this one was the same.

“That’s what you’ve been upset about, eh? That’s good, ain’t it?”

He almost moved to hug you, but you turned away, throwing some vegetables into the pan.

“No. No, it’s really not, John.” Your voice cracked.

“Y/N, you’re scaring me , now.. What’s up - I thought you’d be happy-“

“How can I be happy, John, eh? I’m fucking exhausted. I’m tired, of running after the kids all day and all night because heaven forbid Edward sleeps through the night. Or George wets the bed and wakes up the other lads. Or Elizabeth has a bad dream. And you know, they all want you, but you’re never fucking here, and so I get it. And I get hit with the ‘where’s daddy?’ Over and over and over. And I can’t fucking tell them because I don’t know myself, do I? Should I tell them their dads at some whore house, or in London, or at Uncle Tommy’s, or Pols? Cause I surely don’t fucking know.”

Your words jumbled together, talking so fast you barely said a word, desperate to get the words out, off your chest.

“Would you prefer me not to work then? For us to live in this shitty house for the rest of our lives, with the kids crowded into two bedrooms?”

“This shitty house was enough for you, once.”

“This family was enough for you once. But clearly we’re all a burden to you, eh?” He was angry, but his eyes flickered, as if dreading your response.

“Don’t you say that! Don’t you say my children are a burden to me, John Shelby!”

“So it’s just me that is, then! Have you finally decided I’m not good enough, then? God knows your fucking mother tried to tell you enough times-“

“When have I ever said you’re not enough!”

“It was only time before you got sick of this life wasn’t it? Before you wished you had your old life back with your big fancy country house and your parents posh bloody titles, and-“ John continued, lighting a cigar, his hands shaking.

“I’ve never missed that! This is the life I chose, okay! You know what I do miss, John? I miss the old you. The one who would bring flowers home, or dance in the kitchen with me while the baby’s bottle was warming up, or take us on day trips to the country. I miss the husband who was there for me. Who didn’t take the risks that put our whole fucking family in danger.”

John was silent for a few moments, as you breathed heavily, your eyes full of tears, and not from the cooking onions. You heard him get up from the chair behind you, and you turned, to see him hold out a hand.

“Can I have this dance, then?” He spoke quietly.

You sniffled, wiping your nose with your hand, like a child, but took his hand all the same. Because it was John, and you could never resist John. Because you loved him, because you were loyal to him, because you wanted so desperately to keep the family you adored.

Your chests were close together, his heart beat - faster than usual - pressed against your ear as you cried quietly into his striped shirt.

“I can’t keep doing this. I can’t.”

“I know. I’m sorry. I know.” He spoke, hands running through your tangled hair.

“I just miss you. I just want you home.”

“Please stay. I’ll make it work, okay? I’ll be home more, I’ll help with the kids more - I’ll make it work. I’ll make you happy again.”

You nodded your head. You weren’t sure if everything was going to work out, or if you would be having this conversation in a few weeks time with a different outcome. But for now, with the promises from John, and his strong heartbeat in your ear, you knew you would stay.

Because, whether it be for an hour or for a month or for the rest of time, you had your husband back, the same boy you’d known when you were sixteen, who’d promised you the world.

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musicnoots · 4 years

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Love, Lay Me Blind

Bill Guarnere/Reader

Prompt “That was, by far, the stupidest thing you have ever done” requested by anon

Kiss prompt “a small fleeting kiss, which is immediately followed by a passionate, hungry kiss” requested by @rayleighshughes

A/N: i enjoyed writing this soooo much so now i hope u enjoy it too

Synopsis: He wakes you up at five in the morning to go on a date with you.

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It’s nearly five in the morning when you wake up to the sound of something shattering. Your eyes dart to the window of the family you’re quartered with, pieces of glass sit on the windowsill, and the window itself is destroyed, cracked.

The sound sends you flying out of bed to investigate the crash and multiple scenarios cross your mind—was someone trying to break in? Were you about to become the victim of a petty crime? Who in their right mind would decide to commit a burglary in Aldbourne, a small village that was now home to thousands of American soldiers awaiting war?

You’re not destined to fight in combat—you’re a medic for Pete’s sake, the only thing you know how to do is fix the booboos of grown men—but you grab your field manual for self-defense, just in case. You slowly creep up to the window, your back hugs the floral wallpaper that dons the bedroom, and you cautiously peer outside to find an unexpected late night visitor.

“Bill?”

Yes, him. The feeling of relief engulfs your body like ocean waves crashing down on the rocky shore, but you’re left standing at the window, dumbfounded.

“Sweetheart, are ya gonna get down here or ya gonna keep staring at me?” He clearly isn’t fazed by the broken window, he’s actually holding a couple more rocks in his hands like he was planning on throwing more.

“What are you doing?” you whisper-yell to him. He asked you on a date last night but, good God, you didn’t know this is what he meant! “People are sleeping right now!”

“I needed to wake you up for our date!”

Of course. Maybe you should have expected this when you agreed to go on a date with him, but going on a date with Easy’s most elusive medic, Bill wanted this to be the best date you had ever been on. Weeks, months spent mustering up the courage to ask you, there was no way he was letting this be some boring date the measly boys back home would take you on.

You just wished he had told you before destroying your window. “So you thought to throw rocks at my window and wake up the entire village?!”

“I was tryin’ to be romantic!”

“Romantic?!” Your eyes nearly bulged out of your head. “Bill, you broke the window!”

“Oh, yada, yada—are you gonna meet me in the front so that we can have our date or what?” For someone who thought asking you out while you helped Malarkey vomit on the side of the road was romantic, this was actually a step up for him.

You nod your head at him, and he grins up at you. “Yeah, I’ll be down in a second.”

To say that Bill was always by your side was an understatement—he always found his way back to you. He’s been by your side since the grueling days at Toccoa, leaving the boys to be with you, smitten with the happiness you bring him. There was one instance where he had disappeared from a game of cards to visit you in the infirmary and listen to you go over your field manuals. You were sitting in between his legs on the floor with your back against his chest, and he was braiding your hair—a skill his older sisters taught him. Bill will admit that the words have gone in one ear and out the other, but in that moment, he didn’t care if someone caught you like this. Needless to say, he didn’t bat an eye when Eugene found you two cuddling on the floor with your hand enveloped in his own.

He was waiting for you at the front door, no flowers but a stupid smirk playing on his lips. You assume he’s tossed the rocks back into the garden because he’s holding out his hand for you to grab, which you do happily. “Hey, there. Lookin’ good, sweetheart.”

“Next time, could you tell me that we were having our date in the middle of the night before you go and break the window again?” you say into his shoulder. “That was, by far, the stupidest thing you’ve ever done.”

“Look, when you go on a date with old Gonorrhea, you’re goin’ on the best date in your entire life. I’ve waited so long to ask you on a date, baby, and I’m gonna make the most of it while we’re here.”

You hummed. He’s waited for you for this long? A part of you wonders if it’s too early to say that he’s already claimed your heart to be his. “So what do you have planned for us at five in the morning?”

“Nuh-uh,” Bill shook his head, “don’t wanna ruin the surprise, but trust me, you’re gonna love it.”

“Something tells me I have no say in where we’re going…”

“Damn right you don’t.” He leans over to plant a kiss on the top of your head, and he’s done it several times before, but it feels different this time and you’re not really sure why.

This time, it feels…intimate. It’s hard to explain because in the previous times Bill had kissed your head, he did out of routine. He kissed you good morning, he kissed you good night, he kissed you when you wiped spaghetti sauce off his lips, but the moment he kisses you on a date, it feels different.

But you like it. It’s not the physical kissing that makes you feel good, but the warmth and connection passing between two people that might be saying: I love you. He’s done it so many times, you wonder if it always had the same meaning.

You aren’t too far from the village when he leads you into an open meadow—had there been sunlight, you could have seen the small white flowers adorn the grass below you, but the sun is starting to peek through the horizon. For someone who thought throwing rocks at your window until it broke was romantic, Bill had kicked the ball out of the park because the view had you scrambling for your words.

“Ta-da!” he grins at you cheekily, extending his free arm to present to you his surprise. “Joe and I found this place a couple days ago—you know, when we went on a hunt for ice cream. You remember that day? How long ago was that?”

It was roughly two weeks ago. “I remember. You went on a quest to look for ice cream, and then you didn’t find ice cream.”

“Yeah. Anyways, ever since, I’ve wantin’ to take you here. Just you and me, baby. C’mon, sit with me!” He seats the both of you down on a spot just steps away from the road you had walked on.

Your heart swells as he wraps an arm around your shoulders, and you’re resting against his side. It’s perfect—hues of orange and yellow enrich the early morning sky as the sun begins to make its ascension. Slowly, you’re able to see the small flowers that reside with the grass around you, and when you look back up at Bill, he seems pleased with how the date has gone so far. “You’ve outdone yourself, Bill.”

“Would you say that this is worth all the ruckus at five in the mornin’?”

You nod. If it’s with Bill, it’s always worth it.

Sitting on the meadow while watching the sunrise with the man who’s held your heart in the caresses of his hands in your most tender moments. He has a way with words that you can't describe—he pours out his love for you on a silver platter every second he’s with you, and it must be a blessing and a curse to feel it all.

He’s lost in the sunrise, watching the sun bid the stars and moon goodbye as they dip below the horizon and become engulfed by the palette of colors the sky exhibits. Something tells you that you should cherish the moment, and you do—you love the way he looks at the sky with eyes of adoration and you love the way his arm feels around your shoulders, keeping you so close to his chest, you can almost hear his heartbeat and you wonder if it beats for you.

You place a hand on his jaw, and he looks at you with a quizzical look. You manage to steal a kiss on the corner of his mouth. It’s quick and rushed, but when you pull away, he ends up pulling you back in for another kiss that plants butterflies in your chest and stars in your eyes.

He’s perfect.

He’s always been perfect, but he grasps your heart in a way that makes you want to feel his love forever. Your heart is no longer your own, but stolen by the hands of an angel whose lips serve as a reminder that you’re loved by a man who has loved you for a lifetime.

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linkinlocks · 6 years

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thewallpaperzone · 3 years

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multiedits · 4 years

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