Johnlock fluff oneshots

Is your bedroom ceiling bored?

Hey my lovelies:) This is my first song fic so I hope you like it. I would definitely recommend listening to this song while you listen, not only just because it's  really amazing and I love it but also because the story is literally written around it so it'll flow better if you've heard the song I think:) you don't have to listen to it though if you really dont want to but it really is good, I promise:). K, ima sleep now, enjoy this very long stream of fluff❤🧡💛💚💙💜

Warnings: I mean, it is slowburn I think is the word so like theres that. I really cant think of any again though, as always, let me know if you spot any. I think my writing is always just too fluffy to have any obvious triggers 🐹🐹

I stay up late and I talk to the moon
And I cant stop telling him all about you
Wonder if you do the same thing i do

John

I roll over and check the clock. Its red numbers red 12:35. I groan. It's so late!! I started going to sleep 2 hours ago and yet here I am, still awake. This is useless. I slip out of bed and go to the window like I have done for the past year whenever I can't sleep, which seems to be more and more lately. It's been raining and the glass is spattered with large round orbs of rain that refracted the light from the London street into something like that from an abstract painting. I look up at the light polluted sky and watch as the silver moon peeks its face from behind the cloud. It must be nice to be up there, so far away from problems, just floating in an indigo world of stars. Noone to worry about and no feelings to have to overcome. Then again, I dont think I'd actually like that. I think I'd get lonely. And I'd miss Sherlock.

I begin to speak to noone in particular. Well yes actually, I am addressing my thoughts to the moon. Yes, I know that is ridiculous but it helps. To have someone to talk to that wont judge me or pull stupid faces and give me unhelpful advice.
"Hey moon. It's me again. I know, I know,  I should be asleep and trust me, I want to be but I just cant stop thinking about him. His stupid half smile is stuck in my head and I just keep thinking about his overly defined cheekbones, like seriously, why are his cheekbones so defined? You could cut butter with those things. And his ridiculous coat collar and how good he looks when he flips it up, even though I laugh at him and tell him not to do it. I love it really. I love him. Urgh, and I wish I didnt because he is a first class arsehole. Hes the biggest bastard I've ever met and sometimes I just want to kill him. But then again sometimes I just really, really want to kiss him and its driving me insane. Genuinely, I think I'm going insane. Do you know what, im just going to tell him. Yep, telling him. I'm gonna do it......

And these four white walls, they know more than my friends
They watch me type messages I'll never send
This is the place that I just cant pretend to be alright

Yeah no, I'm not gonna do. Nope, I fought in a fucking war and I dont even have the courage to tell my best friend that I love him. Oh God, I'm such a creep!! Ooh, maybe I could text him?!? Yeah, texting. I can do that. Wheres my phone. Right, dear sherlock... nope, that is way too formal, let's start again shall we? Ok, Hi Sherlock. Basically, I love you and I'd really like to sha.... Nope, pretty sure he's asexual, he wont like that. Hi Sherlock. So this is really weird and I'm sorry for what I'm about to say but I cant keep it a secret any longer because I think I may actually combustion so here it is. The truth. Why I've been acting so weird lately. Basically, I love you. Yeah, I love you and I think I've loved you for quite a long time now so do with that what you will. Kick me out and shout at me if you want. Or kiss me and like ask me to be your boyfriend. Whichever. I know what I'd prefer but... ok, I'm done now. It's super late and I feel really awkward writing this so, I guess I'll see you in the morning. Ok, love you. Bye."