Oneshots of John lock<3

Sherlocks birthday plans(bbc)

"So, your birthdays coming up." John leant forward in his arm chair, attempting to catch Sherlocks attention.
"I suppose so." The brunettes tone was dismissive, as he continued turning the page in his book.
"You want to do something? A meal, a uh..nightclub? A.. er.. what do you want to do?"
"I don't do birthdays." Sherlocks tone was harsh as he looked up from his book.
"Everyone does birthdays sherlock, and you are too! So make up your mind what you want to do. We can invite Mycroft, and Greg, and Molly, and.. whoever else you're associated with." The shorter man made eye contact, raising his eyebrows open for suggestions.
"I don't want to do anything with them, okay? They mean nothing." Sherlock uttered, his partners expression was just shock. His mouth formed a small o, as he gazed at the taller one.
"We're inviting them and we're going out, wether you like it or not. You need to celebrate your damn birthday!" Johns hand was placed on his lovers knee and he gently caressed it gently.
"I don't want to, okay? I won't show up anyway."
"Dont be petty." John sighed, collapsing back in his chair. "Okay then, why, why don't you want to?"
"Because John, I don't want to!" He raised his voice slamming the book down on his lap.
"There has to be a reason, your family can com-"
"I only want you! Okay, I want to spend it here, with you! Where I'm happy!" Sherlock announced, their gazes like balls of fire, though johns soon softened. His heart awed as he felt Sherlocks appreciation. "If that's okay." He added, ending the gap of silence.
"Okay.. yeah we can do that. Order a takeaway? Talk about crappy cases?" A smile appeared on the brunettes face when he heard that, sherlock followed it with a small nod as they exchanged happy looks. John got up, walking to Sherlock planting a kiss on his head.
"Let's go to bed." He breathed, as they linked hands and made their way to their room.