Queen Imagines and Preferences

Tradition / John

A/N- here's the fall/spooky season John themed chapter. As usual, prompt chapters are shorter than normal ones.

⚠️ BLOOD WARNING ⚠️

"Did you seriously injure yourself carving a pumpkin?"

"Oh, c'mon. It's tradition," John pleaded.

"We're not exactly a traditional couple. And plus, I don't want to touch pumpkin guts," you whined.

John wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you close. "Please," John whispered in your
ear. You tried to pull away but his grip tightened around you.

You groaned and slumped against his chest. "Fine. But I'm not gonna like it."

Your heart practically skipped a beat when John giggled. "That was precious," you muttered.

"What?"

"Nothing."

————————carving the pumpkins———————-

"What in the world is that supposed to be?"

"A triangle."

Anybody could tell that you were having a hard time. You weren't sure what the end result would even look like. At this point, it was just some random shapes.

John, on the other hand, had a vision and was obviously doing just fine.

You huffed in annoyance and continued cutting away. You began to zone out slowly. With one hand, you were cutting out the shapes. With the other, you were holding the pumpkin steady.

You weren't paying attention to anything until you sliced into your hand. You dropped the carving tool with a scream.

John turned to you. "Did you seriously injure yourself carving a pumpkin?"

He stopped joking the moment he saw that you had in fact injured yourself. He quickly picked up the small knife and placed it on the table.

Tears began to form in your eyes at the pain. "Oh, darling," Deaky murmured. He wrapped his arms around you and led you to the bathroom. He let you sit on the toilet while he grabbed the first aid kit.

You could only stare at your hand. It had finally stopped bleeding but it didn't look good.

John took your hand gently in his. "I'm sorry. This is going to hurt."

You nodded but didn't fully register what he said until you felt the stinging pain of hydrogen peroxide. You hissed and tried to pull your hand away but John had a strong grip as he cleaned the cut.

"I'm sorry," he repeated over and over again.

When he was finally satisfied with the state of your hand, he put wrap on it. He brought your hand up to his lips and placed a soft kiss against it while maintaining eye contact.

After thinking over the incident for awhile, you couldn't help but to laugh. John's face melted into one of confusion. "Y/N?"

"I told you it was a bad idea," you wheezed out while still laughing.

John slowly began to chuckle but then started to fully laugh. It was funny in the moment. You would later blame it on adrenaline and shock when telling the story later.

When the laughter finally calmed down, John stood up and took your uninjured hand. He led you both to your shared bedroom and helped you change into pajamas.

You laid in bed and let yourself relax. John joined you within seconds. He pulled you into his arms and held you tight.

"I'm sorry that didn't go as planned."

"It's alright."

"I just thought that it would be fun."

"It's ok, Deaky. Really. It'll be a funny story to tell our kids."

"That'll be a long time from now, darling."

"Not quite as long as you think," you mumbled while unconsciously resting your hand on your stomach.

John looked at your hand and back to your face several times with his brows raised.

"Uh ha... what?"

A/N- sorry that kinda sucked but I'm trying to push out all of the chapters in just about a week with no motivation