Sherlock oneshots

Johnlock~ bike ride

So I'm currently at the park by myself waiting for my mate Jay to get here, coz he's a slow fuck and needs to hurry up. So imma write some Johnlock to entertain me.

Also fUcK this book is blowing up! We're almost at 1000 reads! How's cools that?

"Come on Sherlock! It'll be fun!" John called over his shoulder at a very unamused Sherlock, receiving a grunt in return.

Since the two had no cases for the day, John had pitched the bold idea of a bike ride. Sherlock had objected instantly, waving off the plan and ignoring his flat mates attempts to convince him otherwise. But after a lot of pleases and some very convincing puppy dog eyes, the detective caved.

Since Sherlock didn't have an appropriately sized bike on hand, they had to go and rent one for the day. John had recovered one from his past that had been rotting out back of their flat for years, and fixed it up special. Easy to say he was a hell of a lot more exited than his mate.

They were now trudging up a paved hill in the hot afternoon sun, John rushing ahead and Sherlock slugging behind. The shorter man realised this, and slowed his pace so he was walking beside him.

"What's wrong?" He asked, hopping to avoid the bike pedal swinging at him leg. Sherlock glanced up, before looking back at the road ahead. "Nothing. Nothings wrong. What makes you feel like somethings wrong?" He slurred, his voice extremely quick and rushed. Kind of-

Nervous?

John tried to put his 'Sherlock Holmes thinkin' cap' and deduct his friend- Sherlock Holmes. He glanced at his hands gripped firmly around the handle of the bike, his knuckles pale. His sweaty forehead and red face, yet slightly pale and sickly. He was frantically licking his lips, walking extremely slow. What was it?

"You're normally striding off with those long legs of yours! What gives?" John asked. Course Sherlock could deduce his friend's attempts to figure him out, and sighed. He stopped walking, pulling his bike to a halt. John paused a bit after, looking back at Sherlock and lowering his eyebrows.

"Sherlock? Is everything alright?" He asked softly. Sherlock shuffled, looking down at his rental bike uncomfortably before looking up at John with his eyes wide and face straight. John thought for a moment as he locked eyes with the taller man. He was- scared.

Then it finally clicked.

"Can you not ride a bike?" Johns voice rang in Sherlock's ears. It almost sounded mocking, as a smirk formed on his face. He sighed and slowly lowered his head, accepting the humiliation. He felt his eyes sting a bit, a weird feeling hit his chest as his vision blurred. It cleared as a tear left his eye.

John was trying not to laugh. The great detective, Sherlock Holmes, the most amazing crime fighter in the world, couldn't ride a bike. It got funnier and funnier each time he thought it over. He put his hand over his mouth, but couldn't help snigger. He finished his fit and looked up at Sherlock, shutting himself up as he saw his friend.

His head was hung in shame, face red even behind the gorgeous brown curls. He could swear he even saw a little shining tear. He lent his bike against a tree on the side of the road and walked slowly up to Sherlock, making sure not to break into laughter again.

He put his hand under Sherlock's chin and lifted it up, putting his face inches from his own. Even when the detectives face was exposed, John kept his hand under his chin. "Hey, dont get upset! It's alright! I just didn't y'know, expect something like that from you." He chuckled softly, running circles on his friends chin with his finger.

Sherlock avoided his gaze and looked down at the ground, sniffing. "I just- never learned. M-Mycroft always took the p-piss. I've always been too-" he stopped as more tears flooded over his eyelids, causing his voice to trail off. John waited with his face gentle and patient. "Too scared. Too s-scared to learn." He mustered out, letting his face fall into John's grip.

"I'm just a coward, that's all." He spat, John feeling the shame in his voice. Sherlock was a pool of tears at this point, his breaths shaky and short. John took the bike from his taller friends grasp and lied it on the ground next to them, before wrapping his arms tightly around the detectives waist.

He pulled him into a hug, letting Sherlock fall limply into his arms and cry. He gently kissed his cheek, tasting the warm tears on his lips. He held Sherlock's shuddering posture for what felt like ever, never wanting to let go. As they pulled away, the shorter man wiped away the fresh tears on his face.

John took Sherlock's hands in his own, clutching them tightly. "C'mon, I'm gunna show you how to ride. And I promise I won't laugh." He grinned as Sherlock smiled.

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"Sherlock! You're doing it! You're doing it! You're riding a-" John was cut off as his bike smacked into a large tree and tumbled over. He'd been riding next to Sherlock to support him, but as he let go his friend stayed balanced. Course he'd got a bit excited and taken his eyes off his own path whilst cheering the detective on, and crashed.

Sherlock stopped and jumped off his bike, rushing to his friends aid. "John? Are you alright?" He asked. John sat up, covered him leaves and a few scrapes, but laughing proudly.

"You did it! Sherlock you rode a bike! I'm so proud of you!"
"John you're bleeding."
"Who gives a shit! You've done it!"
"John I think you need some plasters."
"Oh come here you stupid sod!"

John pulled Sherlock down by his scarf and kissed his lips. The taller man gasped in shock as his lips hit his bloggers, but after a moment he melted into it. They broke apart, John grinning. "I'm so proud of you." He said.

"Thank you John."
"I mean it."
"I think we should call someone."
"Why?"
"Y'know"
"Oh, to tell them you can ride a bike?"
"No. To get you leg out of that wheel."

Hope you enjoyed that! I was riding my bike when I came up with this, and I think it's kinda cute.

(Btw Jay showed up lmao)