One shots (johnlock fluff mostly)

Cheesy pick up line

A/N: trying something new, tell me what you think!!

"And hello internet! Today in, we have a special visitor, John Watson, training army medic!" Molly and Sherlock spoke in an excited fashion, as John settled next to them, getting into the shot.

"Hello, yeah, hi" John said awkwardly, with a nervous chuckle and a wave directed at the camera.

"So, John, we'd like to ask a few questions, if that's okay" Molly said in her soft accent.

"Yeah, well I'm here, so I guess it's okay" John laughed as Sherlock looked at him in consideration.

"Okay so, what made you want to train to be an army medic?" Molly asked.

"Obviously it was his adrenaline craving and yet combined with his warm heart to give life" Sherlock pointed out in a matter of fact way.

John considered Sherlock for a moment, he was wearing a white shirt and red striped tie, clearly a high position in the department store he worked at, along with dark auburn hair.

"He's a smart one" John laughed, leaning closer to Sherlock and nudging him with his elbow to which Sherlock laughed.

"So John, rumor has it that your bisexual" Sherlock said conversationally.

John became a bit more cocky, he knew Sherlock Holmes well anough, friend of a friend, met him at the odd party sometimes without intention. Sometimes they spoke, they'd shared a uni dorm for a year but Sherlock was hardly there.

"Yes well, rumor has it that your gay, so, boyfriend? girlfriend?" John asked back, turning the spot light onto Sherlock Holmes, the vlogging 19 year old.

"Girlfriend? As you've probably perceived, not really my area, boyfriend, the title is open to anyone who grabs my interest" Sherlock replied easily with a flirty smirk.

Molly glanced knowingly between the two boys, feeling as though perhaps she might be interrupting something but also too intrigued to leave, she spoke up again.

"I think the public would find it entertaining if we were to send you on a date together, nothing serious" she left the 'unless you want it to be' unsaid but well heard, "for the followers, come on!" She insisted to Sherlocks blushing face and John's slightly raised eyebrow.

"Oh well, if the pretty lady insists" John sighed with mock exasperation, "Sherlock Holmes, will you go on a date with me?"

"Cmon Sherlock, for all the followers, three letter word" Molly stage-whispered into his ear with a squeeze to his slender shoulder. Sherlock nodded weakly before agreeing.

"Yes, fine" he said, and even though that's all he said, the words made him blush further, far from the flirty adolescent he'd been only moments before.

Eventually a few more questions asked and then it was all over. The camera cut off, the lights returned to normal. Sherlock and John leaving Molly's apartment as they didn't live there.

"Say, did it hurt?" John asked conversationally as they were in the lift instead of using the stairs.

"Did what hurt?" Sherlock asked confused, trying to recall any visible injuries he may have.

"When you fell from heaven?" John asked curiously causing Sherlock to blush a deep crimson.

"I-I-John!" Sherlock stuttered, the lift doors opened and they stepped out, Sherlock becoming a fumbling mess and tripping over his own feet so that john caught him by the crook of his elbow.

"Careful Sherl" John laughed as he pulled Sherlock upright and they continued there walk out of the building.

They continued walking fora while until John spoke again.

"I might as well call you 'google' because you have everything I'm searching for" John said with a grin making Sherlock blush again, had he really never heard pick up lines before?

"John, seriously shut up!" Sherlock said sternly before a small stifled giggle came out of his cupid bow lips.

"You like them though" John pointed out.

"I-I-you don't have to act, Molly's not even here to see" Sherlock insisted.

"I didn't ask you out for Molly, I was planning on doing it anyway"

"You-what-why?" Sherlock stumbled over his words.

"Because I've always liked you, and we've always got on like a house on fire!" John insisted as he linked his arm with Sherlock and nudged playfully into him.

Sherlock was silent for a moment before he quietly mumbled. "Touché"

John looked down at Sherlock's pale hand and got another idea.

"Your hand looks heavy, may I hold it for you?" He asked cheekily.

"Oh for gods sake Watson!" Sherlock laughed as John took the pale soft hand in his own with a wicked grin back up at Sherlock.

" cmon, you love it really gorgeous" John pointed out as they finally got back to the flat in Baker Street that Sherlock had started renting. Sherlocks cheeks and nose pinkened at that and his eyes widened.

"I'm not"

"Not what?"

Sherlock sighed, then spoke "That"

"Gorgeous?"

"Yes"

"Say, Holmes, are you made of copper and tellurium?" John asked, hoping maybe Sherlock would get the punchline, no luck. "Because your CuTe"

That got an even better reaction, a stuttering blushing lip nibbling Holmes.

"You know, there is something wrong with my cellphone" John turned to face Sherlock, slipping the battered phone out his back pocket. "It doesn't have your number on it" John said with an exasperated sigh, and then a small smirk up at sherlocks perplexed face.

Sherlock chuckled as he finally took Johns phone, guessing the password was easy and soon his number was on Johns phone and back in the preferred pocket.

"You know what I think would suit you?" John continued, approaching Sherlock even closer. "In my arms"

John wrapped his arms round the youngest waist, Sherlock gasped and eventually wrapped his arms around John with a contented sigh.

"Your lips look lonely, would they like to wet mine" John had asked.

And slowly but surely Cupid bow lips cane in contact with Johns in the softest kiss imaginable, who would have guessed that within several months John would've living there too.