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*slides a fifty dollar bill across the table* head canons for,,, kissing John Egbert??

I see you are a man of taste as well. But you can keep your money.

John Egbert kissing headcannons

HOOO BOY YALL GOT ME NERVOUS TO WRITE THIS 😳😳😳

John can literally and figuratively take your breath away but at first,,, it’s, ya know.

Like kissing a pubescent boy.

No one can take the headcannon away from me that he has braces. No one

When he first kisses you it’s so silly and awkward. He picks you up. Flys you high in the air and tries to serinade you with a bunch of cheesy pick up lines. When he finally dips in for the kiss... your noses bonk. It’s like, romantic and perfect but then just *bonk*

You both just star at each other like 👁👄👁 , John almost started crying because he thinks you hate him. The only person who’s ever shown him kindness and stuck with him through it all, is going to hate him because the fucked up your first kiss... wait. Why are you laughing? Are you laughing at him? What’s happening?-

Smooch.

He planned it all out but you stole his fucking thunder, good job. You, found it so funny how hard he was trying when he could literally come up to you at anytime and try and kiss you and you’d be fine with it. So you had to steal his thunder before he started crying. He was really close to crying. He just wanted everything to be perfect and now it was. It was just, the two of you, kissing in mid air.

After that he calmed down a little bit. He began to practice kissing with you. (He says he wants to learn how to give you kisses so he practices on you, it’s just and excuse to kiss you more)

He’s always nervous his braces are going to cut your mouth, which they have (but you told him it was fine), so he has to be extra gentle.

Unless he’s not. Now did I forget to mention PUBESCENT TEEN

That fucking dude, one day you’re both smooch and holding hands and the next he’s on top of you kissing until your lips are bleeding (he didn’t want them to but braces do that) and until your lips are blue

He loves kisses. Like a lot. He’s so touch starved so any form of affection will make him go over the moon!

His kisses, unless he’s h o r n y, are mostly just. Drawn out by a few seconds, very light and sweet and usually followed by kisses on your neck, cheek, or forehead

Did I also forget to mention how much he FUCKING LOVES TO KISS YOUR CHEEK AND FOREHEAD

like HOLY SHIT

he literally will stop whatever he’s doing and give you a small peck on the cheek. They’re always followed by an “I love you” or cuddles.

But your hands, holy shit. If you thought he was cheesy before just wait. He’ll be fucking bowing and kissing your hand and wrist and anything that you’re comfortable with?

BRUH IF YOURE A SLYPH, THIEF, MUSE, OR LORD

THAT BITCH IS KISSES YOUR ARMS ALL THE FUCKING TIME

He loves it SO MUCH

Let’s Stay In (John Watson x Reader)

Words: 862

Characters/Pairings: John x reader, Sherlock, Mrs. Hudson (mentioned)

Warnings: None

“Come on, (Y/N).” John tossed a jacket to his girlfriend who was dozing on the bed. She groaned and flipped onto her stomach, hiding her face under her pillow. The bed was just too comfy and inviting. How could he think she could leave?

               John chuckled and ripped the pillow away. A high-pitched whine left her and her body curled into a small ball. Her red tank top riding up and her sweats (his sweats) hung loosely from her hips.  “Noooo… Jooohn…”

               “It’s only been two weeks! It’s just a run!” John tugged on her ankles to pull her from bed; her hands clamped around the headboard.

               “Says the man who gets winded after just five minutes! And it’s an entire 2 kilometers! No!” She shot back. Her fingers were slipping and John was pulling her ankles hard. He scoffed and tugged harder, sending the two of the flying back from the force when her fingers finally gave out.

               She was in his lap on the floor, her blanket wrapped around her as it had been.

               “Please, John. Let’s just forget this stupid resolution and just cuddle? Please?” She pouted and smoothed her hands over his shoulders, just the way she knew he liked. He bit his lip, having already considered it before he woke her up. He had to be strong. But…

               Missing one day couldn’t hurt, right? He’ll let her stay in today but tomorrow, they’ll be back at it. Deep down he knew they’d never go running in the morning ever again. He sighed in defeat and dropped his head down on her shoulder.

               “Alright, fine. But just for today.” He looked up and spoke sternly. She beamed at him and pressed a quick kiss to his lips.

               “Yay! Now change back into your pjs. I want to cuddle. But first, some tea and food.” She flicked the zipper on his hoodie he planned on jogging in. He chuckled and let his hands trail down her body, tugging at her tank top lightly, as she stood up and left the room.

               Outside the room and in the living room, Sherlock sat in his chair with his violin in his hands. He barely looked up when she walked in a began preparing tea.

               “Give up?” Sherlock asked from his spot, plucking at the strings. She sent him a sarcastic smile and poured the hot water into mugs. Dropping a breakfast blend tea bag in each and fixing it the way they all like.

               “No. Just… taking a different path…” She cringed at how lame her excuse was, hoping Sherlock wouldn’t call her out.

               “I’m shocked you made it this far. Mrs. Hudson and I had a bet. She said you’d make it at least two weeks. I said three days. I suppose I owe her something now…”

               (Y/N) huffed as she walked back into the living room, balancing her and John’s mugs in one hand and Sherlock’s in the other, a box of cookies tucked under one arm. “Oh please.” She handed him the mug. “But to be fair, we only made it to two weeks because Mrs. Hudson came up on the second day and encouraged us to go.”

               “So, I would have won.”

               “Yes, you would have.”

               She waved at him as she returned to her shared bedroom with John. Said man sat in bed, waiting for his lovely girlfriend. His blue jacket was replaced by a grey t-shirt and his running pants by some flannel pants. She grinned at him when she pushed through the door.

               “I bring gifts!” She exclaimed, holding up the tea in one hand and a box of cookies in the other. John smiled and held open the duvet for her as she set the tea on the bedside table. She crawled in with the box of cookies and nuzzled herself into his side.

               “Movie?” John asked, breaking the box of cookies open. She nodded and stretched across him to reach the clicker on his bedside table.

               “How about ‘When Harry met Sally’?” (Y/N) asked, clicking through the movies they downloaded.

               “Sounds good,” John hummed, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her closer. She began the movie and relaxed into John, sighing in contentment.

They watched the movie in a comfortable silence, both of them dozing in and out of consciousness. They hardly got days like this together. Either she was always at work at the hospital or he was off on some crazy adventure with Sherlock.

But she was off this weekend and Sherlock didn’t have a case, meaning John didn’t have to leave her here by herself.

Everything was warm and soft. His arms were strong and supportive and her body fit against him like a puzzle piece. The morning sun barely filtered through the curtains, giving everything an ethereal glow. The movie hummed lowly in the background. It was days like these that the two lived for.

“Glad we didn’t go on that run?” (Y/N) smirked, lacing their fingers together. John chuckled and stroked the back of her hand with his thumb.

“Cheeky.” He mumbled into her hair.

“You love it.” She snarked back. He hummed.

“I love you.”