Sherlock oneshots

Johnlock~ How to feed a Sherlock

John took a deep breath, running his hand through his hair. It was 9:00, a relatively early morning for the inhabitants of 221 bakersstreet. Him and Sherlock had a heavy case today, and John knew they wouldn't be stopping for lunch along the way. So, it was only fair he made breakfast.

Now, if there was one thing you needed to know about Sherlock Holmes, aside his severe lack of emotion and or enthusiasm about anything other than murder, was that he didn't eat.

That was probably why he was so thin, he only ever ate when the occasion called for it, or if food was being crammed down his throat by John or Mycroft. John always tried to encourage eating, but whenever they were getting anywhere Sherlock would just suddenly stop again. It was frustrating , sure, but after him and Sherlock had started- well, dating, he'd found some involuntary ways to get at least a little grub down his neck.

Four gentle knocks alerted Sherlock that his boyfriend was up, and wanted his attention. He hurried back to his bed and swaddled the covers around himself. He'd been awake all night doing various experiments, of course that'd be a massive 'fuck you' to John who'd told him to get to sleep at a reasonable time.

He never wanted to upset John, ever, and keeping up a healthy persona was part of that deal.

"Yeah?" Sherlock called, putting on his morning voice (though his actual voice was already pretty chapped from hours of silence). John pushed open the bedroom door with his back, swinging around with a fond smile.

"Morning!" He chirped, pushing the door shut with his foot and heading to the double bed that Sherlock was sat in. Of course Sherlock was happy to see John, when was he not? But the thing on his mind right now was the large tray of breakfast the short man was holding.

He swallowed, feeling a mound of guilt build up in his chest. John did this sometimes, cooked them both breakfast only to be shut down by the detective's bad relationship with food. He always felt extremely guilty for turning it down, it did always look absolutely amazing, Sherlock just couldn't comprehend eating it.

"John, what's that?" He asked, playing extremely dumb. "Breakfast!" John hummed, settling in to the covers beside Sherlock. The detective shuffled, hoping he would catch on before he had to say anything. He cleared his throat awkwardly, but John only rose a brow.

"John, you know I don't-" Sherlock stopped and rolled his hands about, but John remained blank faced. "-eat." He forced the word out, and John laughed.

"This isn't for you! It's for me." He grinned at the taller man, who looked a little started. There was enough breakfast to feed a family on the tray, better loan one breakfast for a small man like John. What was he thinking?

"John I- think that's a little much for one person." Sherlock nudged, not wanting to hurt his feelings or make him feel uncomfortable. John shrugged. "I'm sure I'll manage." He took a fork and poked at a bit of bacon, washing it around in some beans and picking up a bit of egg too. The detective thought hard, he really didn't want John to end up overweight.

"I don't mind your soft belly, but I know you will in a few years." He tried, locking eyes with John with a flat face. His blogger grinned and pushed the forkful of cooked goods into Sherlock's mouth, who chewed it mindlessly as John picked the conversation back up.

"It's fine, Sherlock, I'm not overweight or anything." He again plunged his fork onto the plate. The detective sat himself up straight so the blankets fell off of him, revealing he was topless. John felt a flush of blush hit his cheeks, but he continued to stir. "Yes you're not overweight now, but keep this diet up for a few years and, well y'know." John found it sweet how set he was on helping him get himself together, but at the same time found it quite funny considering what he was really doing.

He again pushed the fork into Sherlock's mouth who still just took it mindlessly, more concerned about John. He put his finger under the taller mans chin and smiled. "I'll be fine, besides we have a case today! I'll work it all off." He quickly fed the man another forkful before he spoke again.

"Not how carbs and calories work, John." He swallowed, still not fully noticing what was happening. "Thanks for your concerns Sherlock, but I am positive I'll be alright." He managed to fit another fork of food into his detectives mouth before the plate was pretty empty, except for the toast.

John picked up the dry bit of bread and put a bit of jam on it, handing it to Sherlock. The detective scrunched up his nose at the offer, but took it when John insisted further. The blogger smirked as the taller man reluctantly forced down the toast, and he finished off what was left of 'his' breakfast.

He packed up the tray and headed for the door. "Alright, we have to leave in about half an hour so you better get ready. I'll make some tea." He smiled at Sherlock, who lent back against the bed frame and nodded at the words. John shut the door and left, leaving the detective alone.

He shut his eyes, marvelling at the warm feeling of food in his stomach. As he savoured the flavours in his mouth; bacon, beans, jam, toast, egg- wait. Wait a minute.

Oh that smart son of a bitch.

Hey ho! Finally, something out! I've been quite busy lately so excuse the lack of updates. I promise they'll be getting more frequent, schools out for summer break so I have a lot of free time. If u have any requests for one shots pls pls pls let me know!!