Just Some Johnlock Oneshots

Addiction

I started writing this kinda angsty but it wasn't working for me, so it's pretty fluffy XD

"What the hell, Sherlock?" John yelled as he stepped into their shared flat that currently resembled an exploded lab.

"John! You're home!" Sherlock practically squealed from his perch on the leather armchair.

John furrowed his brows. "Um, yeah I come home from the office at this time every Wednesday."

The detective draped himself over his chair dramatically. "No, you were gone longer! You're not allowed to leave anymore!"

"Sherlock-" John sighed, even though he had to admit when his friend pouted like this it was adorable.

Suddenly Sherlock sprung out of his seat and sashayed to where John was standing in the entrance way. "I'd be lost without my blogger," the dark haired man winked.

John opened his mouth, only to shut it when he didn't know what to say. But clearly Sherlock had plenty to say.

"Let's play a game! I've been so dreadfully bored," he gave an exaggerated sigh and pulled John into the sitting room. The doctor just rolled his eyes, but took his seat. "I've decided on Truth or Dare," Sherlock declared with a proud smile.

"No." John stood to get up, but his flatmate pushed him back into his red armchair. The blond's thoughts were racing a mile a minute considering the things that could be revealed during the game. He could expose his big secret. John glared at Sherlock, but the bastard just smiled.

"Truth or dare John?"

The man in question sighed deeply, running a calloused hand over his face. He figured the sooner he complied with Sherlock the sooner he could put his feet up and relax. "Truth."

"Why are you obsessed with tea?" The detective giggled.

John scoffed, "I'm not obsessed with tea."

"Answer the question."

John rolled his baby blue eyes, making up some shit answer because he just liked tea. "It helps me relax. Truth or dare?"

Sherlock didn't seem pleased with his friend's answer, but brushed it aside. "Hmm, dare."

The blogger's lips curled into a smirk. "I dare you to sing 'Let it Go'."

The other man's mouth fell open and he let out an offended noise. "I do not know this song."

"I hear you belting it in the shower practically everyday! The damn movie is just under ten years old!" John laughed.

Sherlock's mouth remained wide open and a light blush graced his pale cheeks. He bit his lip in consideration.

"If you don't do it, I'll take away your violin for the rest of the week."

"No! Okay, I'll do it!" With that, the great Sherlock Holmes let out a giggle before bursting into song. His rendition of 'Let it Go' consisted of many strange dance moves and many constipated facial expressions.

Wow, although he sounds good he looks so ugly singing, John giggled at the thought. When Sherlock had finally finished, John stood up in applause. The detective bowed his curly head a few times before taking his seat.

"Truth or dare?"

John thought about the possibilities of both questions. He soon decided 'truth' was the safer option. "Fine, truth."

Sherlock let out a few loud cackles mixed in with some ugly snorts. He leaned forward until his pale face was just inches from John's. The doctor scanned Sherlock's face, and he finally realized what was causing his friend to act so strange. He was high.

The detective must have noticed John's rapid change in demeanor because his adorable smile fell from his face.

"Sherlock," John sighed and bit back tears. "Why are you high?"

Sherlock ducked his head, his brown curls falling to veil his face. "I was bored," he whispered.

John dropped his face into his hands. "Why now? You've been doing so well." He glanced up when he heard Sherlock shifting. The man had moved to sit on the floor against his black chair. John felt his heart break, looking at the man he cared so deeply for curled in on himself.

Sherlock shook his head. "I can't tell you."

"You can tell me anything."

"No," Sherlock breathed. "Not this. I can't lose you."

John's forehead creased. "I'm not going to leave you."

His friend's icy blue, tear rimmed eyes bore into him. "You would."

"Please, Sherlock. I can't stand seeing you like this."

"Why?" Sherlock continued to stare at the man opposite of him.

"'Why' Because I care about you, you git!" John gave an exasperated sigh. He bit his lips so the words 'I love you' wouldn't fall from them.

Sherlock's gaze finally fell from John's as the man looked down to his lap. "Not the way I want you to," Sherlock said so quietly, John hardly heard him.

John's heart skipped a beat. 'Not the way I want you to'. The retired soldier took a deep breath and forced the question out of his mouth, "Truth or dare?"

Sherlock's head whipped up, looking hurt and confused. "I'm done playing Joh-"

"Truth or dare?"

Looking even more pained, Sherlock spat out "Truth."

With a small smile John let all the love he felt for the man in front of him pour out of his soul. "Do you know how much I love you?"

Sherlock froze. After a few moments, John started to panic because it looked like the detective hadn't taken any breaths. He scurried out of his char and kneeled in front of Sherlock. The doctor took the other man's pale hands in his.

"Sherlock? Hey, love, you need to breathe."

With a sputtering breath, Sherlock came back to the real world. "Y-you love me?"

"So much," John smiled, his eyes tearing up. Sherlock let out a soft huff of laughter and grinned at the man he loved. John brought his hands to cup Sherlock's gorgeous face and rubbed his thumbs across the smooth skin. "I love you."

"I love you, John," Sherlock breathed, a look of pure joy in his beautiful eyes. With that, John slowly brought their faces together to give his detective a gentle kiss. They carefully separated after a few moments and looked adoringly into each other's eyes. When John saw Sherlock's red shot eyes, he remembered why they got into this situation to begin with.

"Promise me you will tell me when you feel the urge to do drugs again?"

Sherlock solemnly nodded. He gave John a sweet smile. "Although I have a feeling that I won't want them anymore; I have a new addiction." Sherlock pressed his soft lips against John's, and the blond couldn't help but smile into the kiss and whisper an "I love you" against his full lips.