Johnlock Oneshots

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It was a sunny Tuesday afternoon, Sherlock and John were sitting against a tree. Sherlock's hands were steepled below his chin, obviously passing the time by retreating into his mind palace. John looked at his friend, fidgeting with a blade of grass that he had picked a few minutes prior.

"You look so peaceful." John commented, knowing that the ravenette couldn't hear him, "I wonder what it looks like in your mind palace." He hummed, closing his own eyes and imagining it. It was a pure white palace, barely any touches of color. It was minimal and peaceful.

John soon got bored, embarrassed at the thought of Sherlock catching him in his own mind palace. 'It wouldn't be a palace.' He thought, 'Perhaps maybe a quaint little shack?' He smiled with content, looking over to Sherlock again. The ravenette's curly hair fell in front of his eyes. The way his eyelashes gently rested on his sharp cheekbones made John's heart flutter.

The cool afternoon breeze passed, making the leaves in the trees shake softly. It was so peaceful. John felt a pressure on his left shoulder and looked at his friend. His head was now laying on his shoulder, a soft snore signifying that the detective had fallen asleep.

John John's heart rate increased slightly as he leaned on the top of Sherlock's head, face getting tickled by his unruly curls. He took a deep breath, inhaling the sweet scent of his hair. 'He's been using the shampoo I got him.' He concluded, 'Not that it means anything. It just smells nice.' The blogger rolled his eyes as he bit his lip.

The blond man has always had a crush on his curly haired best friend, trying to show it but the man was oblivious. I mean, what kind of straight man buys his best friend shampoo? John sighed, running his fingers through the ravenette's curls gently so as to not wake him up. His eyes widened as he felt the silk like strands. Much softer than he ever imagined.

The blogger froze as Sherlock shifted slightly, nuzzling into the crook of his neck. John's face flushed, instinctively wrapping a protective arm around his best friend. The sleeping man hummed in response, sighing contentedly. John couldn't take his eyes off of Sherlock, gently swiping the curls that covered his eyes. 'You're so cute when you're asleep. So..calm and relaxed.' Sherlock mumbled but didn't open his eyes, still half asleep.

"..Jawn?" He slurred, making John chuckle softly at his dazed and sleepy state.

"Yes, Sherlock?" He asked, trying to make his heart rate go back to normal but with no success. I'm pretty sure if you looked him directly in the eyes he would look like a cat on catnip.

"Did..Did you just call me cute?" The detective asked. John's cheeks flushed again and he looked away from his friend. He felt Sherlock's cerulean green eyes bore into the back of his head.

"What?" John shook his head, furrowing his brow, "Of course not." Sherlock frowned at that, looking down at the ground. The blogger winced at the sadness that clouded his perfect face.

"So..I'm not cute?" He mumbled quietly, barely audible for John to hear. The blogger panicked, looking directly at the ravenette.

"I mean-er-you are! You are cute. I-I mean, I'm not saying that I like your or anything..oh! I'm not saying that I don't-It's just-" John was interrupted by laughter. He looked over at his friend with confusion.

"J-John." Sherlock panted as he tried to catch his breath, "It's fine, I'm only messing with you." The detective leaned into John's ear, making him shiver as he felt his breath on his neck, "Or am I?"

When he pulled away John was as red as a tomato, trying--and failing--to form words.

"Sh-Sher..I-you-"

"Breathe, John." Sherlock said softly as he pressed light kisses on the blogger's neck. John shivered at the touch, "Is this okay?" He asked, trailing more kisses up to his jaw.

"Y-yes.." John let out in a weak voice and Sherlock smirked. John felt lips against his own and began to lose himself, turning towards Sherlock and placing hands on his waist.

A few moments later John was on top of Sherlock, straddling his waist. The blogger's fingers intertwined with the soft curls, earning a soft moan. Sherlock, who was confident just a moment ago, looked away with a flustered face.

John chuckled and grabbed Sherlock by the side of his face, making the detective look at him again.

"You're alright, love." John hummed, rubbing his cheek with his thumb, "I'm right here." Sherlock leaned into his touch, sighing softly. They made eye contact, both of their eyes filled with bliss.

"E-erm John?"

"Hm?" John peppered more kisses up and down the ravenette's neck. The doctor's eyes trailed down to his trousers, feeling his own tighten.

"Sorry I-"

"Don't apologize, baby." He gave him a quick kiss, Sherlock leaning forward and trying to deepen it but failed. He whined at the loss of contact, "Shall we continue this at the flat?"

"Please." The detective begged as they stood up and practically ran to the busy London road, hailing a cab.

It was going to be a long night.

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Hope your enjoyed~ 

- M