john had just recently found it. he forgot he had it, but it was tucked away in a box in his closet. once he found it, he took it down stairs and plugged it in, putting on one of the records he had found with it. of course it was the beatles, but that was the only one john had found at first. he turned the music up, looking over at sherlock who was in his mind palace then went back up to his old room, searching for more records. he had found a whole crate of them. ranging from teen john's ac/dc to his father's old frank sinatra.
now the recored player sat on the dresser in his and sherlock's room, playing dean martin as they laid on the bed. sherlock was sitting up against the head board, reading some research files that john had found in his old room, as john laid between his legs with his face in sherlock's abdomen, humming softly to the songs. sherlock ran a hand through the man's now grey hair, keeping it there as he just twirled the semi-short hairs between his fingers.
this was good. sherlock loved the soft voice of john when he sang, loved it when he cuddled him, just loved the man in general. and john loved it when sherlock played with his hair, loved the warmth his abdomen gave to his face and the scent of the man too.
they're both in love and that's all that matters.
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Johnlock Oneshots
Fanfictionheyo. johnlock shit here. some smut fluff and a little bit of angsts and some smut here and there. (there's a second book btw once you finish this an if you want to read more) a/n(2/21/21): i wrote these oneshots when i was in eighth grade and i'm...
