John oneshot- the John experience
(Ok guys! This one is a bit different. Basically I'm going to do a really in depth description of you and John together for a warm evening in at home. Please let me know if you thought it was immersive 😋)
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You are sat, warm, cozy, with your knees comfortably brought up to your chest as you rest your chin in your knees. In front of you, you can feel the harmonious licks of the glowing fireplace tap on your face and the heat makes your cheeks tingle with satisfaction. Accompanying the homely warmth, there is an ensemble of light crackling and popping as the log -which is engulfed in the flames- rocks back and forth with excitement until it inevitably burns out. The very faint smell of smoke is riveting, almost addictive. It always reminds you of Christmas. To your right, there is a mound of pillows. Each one is incredibly soft and angelic like to the touch, stroking them reminds you of a puppy and the sensation of the fibres tickling your wrist sends shivers up your arm and to your neck. To your left is John. He is extremely warm, even more so than the roaring fire. The jumper that he is wearing is comforting on your skin as he wraps his arm delicately behind your neck. You are so close to him. His eyes entrance you and you find yourself at an inability to move properly. He smiles and you smile back as he leans closer to your lips and moves his hand to gently cup the back of your head. He smells amazing... Like chocolate oranges and newly washed jumpers. The aromas fill your senses and you can't help but smirk as he presses his lips on to yours and you fall backwards against the angelic pillows. Slowly, you begin to run your cold fingers through his blond/grey hair and sigh as he embraces you tighter. Eventually he rises back to an upright position as you lay there still, just drowning in the atmospheric golden glow from the fire which is iridescently reflecting off the pale ceiling. John leaves for a brief moment, only to return with a heavy purple blanket which he cloaks over your body to secure you on the sofa and keep you safe from the cold. Eventually, the flickering, glistening Christmas lights make your eyelids heavy and they shut to hide your eyes from their violent twinkling. As you fall asleep, you hear the words
"I love you (y/n)"
You manage to muster the energy to reply and gently sigh
"Love you too John..."
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Sherlock preferences
FanfictionI'm doing a series of preferences on the following Sherlock characters: -Sherlock Holmes -John Watson -Mycroft Holmes -Occasionally Moriarty My main aim is to just make you guys happier when you read my stories. I guess... Sometimes you just need...
