Requested - John Shelby x Reader

Request: Anonymous - Can you plz do an John shelby imagine where your graces younger sister and pregnant with his kid

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You step into your sisters apartment, shaking the rain from your umbrella. “Grace!” You call, walking towards the kitchen.

“You here? I have to tell you something.” You shout, peering round door frames to check every room.

“(Y/N)? What is it? What’s wrong?” Grace asks, coming in from the bathroom. You hurry her into the kitchen to take a seat.

“There’s something I have to tell you.” You begin, taking a deep breath.

She nods as if to tell you to go on. You sigh and decide to just get right into it.

“I’ve been sleeping with John Shelby.” You start. She raises an eyebrow at you, almost in disbelief. “And now I’m pregnant.” Her mouth falls open at the last part.

“Oh my God, (Y/N)!” She gasps, “Does he know?” She looks down at your stomach as if to check if it’s noticeable.

“Not yet.” You shrug, pulling at a piece of cotton poking from your dress. “What am I supposed to tell him?” You ask, putting your head in your hands.

“I don’t know, (Y/N), but you have to tell him.” She says, sounding more like your mother than your sister.

You sigh and nod, knowing she’s right.


You enter the Garrison and put your coat and hat away before making your way to the bar to start working.

“(Y/N)!” Arthur yells across the room, drunk as usual. Tommy and John both follow him over the the bar as you wave and begin to get their drinks.

You place the drinks in front of them and Arthur gulps his down without a second thought. Tommy takes his and nods in thanks before dragging Arthur into the back room.

“Alright, (Y/N).” John says, winking at you. You shuffle nervously behind the bar, anxious to tell him your news.

“John, I need to tell you something.” You say in a rush, eager to just get it out in the open.

“What?” He asks, straightening up slightly. You shake your head.

“Not here.” You say, glancing around the room. “Outside.” You start to move from behind the bar to make your way towards the door.

Once you’re outside, John grabs your arm to turn you around to face him.

“What is it, (Y/N)?” He asks, still holding your elbow gently. You sigh and run a hand through your hair before taking a deep breath.

“John, something’s happened.” He narrows his eyes, growing exasperated as you dance around the issue.

“What?” He says, his tone growing irritated.

“I’m pregnant.” You say, flinching slightly, not knowing how he will take the news. He lets out a deep sigh before chuckling slightly.

“That’s it?” He laughs, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “Jesus, (Y/N), you had me fucking worried for a moment there.”

“You’re ok with it?” You say, stunned at his acceptance of the matter.

“Yeah. I’ve already got enough kids, (Y/N), another one ain’t gonna make much difference.” He jokes.

You breathe a huge sigh of relief, glad he’s taking the news so well.

“Come here.” He says, pulling you into a warm hug.


“You wanna know why I’m making a deal out of it, Clint? You wanna know why? I’m making a deal out of it because I never learnt to feel maternal. I don’t have that maternal instinct. I don’t have it, okay? And when I see you holding her, falling asleep with her… When I see you act like that, I get it. That you want a kid. And I can’t give you that. I can’t give you a kid because of what they did to me, and it makes me sad. And it makes me angry.
That’s what’s wrong with me, Hawkeye.”

for officialnatasharomanoff, because she’s been having a rough couple of days, and I AM SO SORRY IT’S SO ANGSTY, it just kind of happened on its own… but still, clintasha with kids! I hope you like it, sweetheart <3