Johnlock Oneshots

sum fluff

it was a lovely day, until sherlock came home from his case and started begging for attention from john. he threw himself over john in his chair and let out a loud groan. john ignored him and continued to type up their latest case. sherlock got worse the more john ignored him. he slid down john and crawled into his lap like a cat.

"jawwwwnnn!" sherlock groaned.

john sighed, annoyed. "what?" he asked and set his laptop on the table next to his chair.

"i had a bad day." sherlock pouted and curled up into a ball in john's lap.

john rubbed sherlock's back. "i see that."

"can we have a lazy day?" sherlock asked, looking up at john.

john sighed and looked down at sherlock. "i'll order in," he smiled softly.

sherlock smiled and got up quickly, running to the bedroom. john laughed and got up, getting his phone and calling in some take away. sherlock came back out in his robe and pajamas. he set out the blankets and pillows in front of the tv and started a fire. john smiled as he watched sherlock set everything up. he always got excited when they had a lazy day because that meant endless cuddles and kisses. sometimes, john would set it up before sherlock got home, getting a text from greg saying that sherlock had punched anderson in the face always tipped him off. the moment sherlock walked in and saw everything, he instantly calmed down and went over to john, giving him a kiss. it was always a great night.

they watched some star wars while they ate and then cuddled for the rest of the movies. cuddling with john had become sherlock's favorite thing when they started dating. he'd always lay his chest on john's chest when they were going to sleep and listen to his heartbeat and feel the slow rise and fall in his chest as his breathing slowed. the mornings john didn't have to work, he'd always wake up to the sound of john humming song in the kitchen and the smell of bacon. john sometimes didn't like it because sometimes sherlock's curls would brush against his nose and he'd sneeze, causing them to have to change up the way they were. he loved it when they cuddled on the couch and sherlock was in front of him and he'd have his arms wrapped around sherlock protectively and sherlock would draw little patterns on his arms, making john giggle a bit, but after a while he got over it. he also loved getting his fingers tangled in sherlock's hair. most the time sherlock had his head in john's lap and he'd be napping while john read a book or was doing something else. and sherlock loved it when he'd wake up to john's hand in his curls and he was asleep. they both loved the company of each other.

"you ready for bed?" john asked the half asleep sherlock that was resting against his chest.

"uh-huh," sherlock nodded. "can you carry me?" he asked, looking up at john.

john pecked sherlock's nose and stood up, taking sherlock in his arms bridal style. sherlock smiled and wrapped his arms around john's neck, burring his face in the crook of his neck. john set sherlock in bed and changed quickly, getting in bed with him. tonight was one of those nights were the curtain was slightly drawn open and the alley light was shining just a tiny bit of light into their bedroom. sherlock and john were facing each other and sherlock had the duvet covering everything but his eyes and the alley light hit his eyes perfectly, making them the brightest thing in the room, with the glowing colour of blue with just that slight hint of green. john smiled at sherlock and scooted closer to him, kissing his head and holding him.

nights like these were perfect.

sorry for the shit/short chapter, but this is sweet and cute and i found it in my drafts and i thought i'd publish it