Sherlock oneshots

Johnlock~ short

Hey you lot! Hope everyone's well in this strange time, not too bored. I know I know, I've got all the free time in the world but don't update like- at all. Honestly I kinda forgot how long it'd been since I wrote here, since I've been trying to keep updates in my DW book frequent.

I didn't even notice we hit 17k reads! Like what??? When did that happen?? I didn't even know we passed 15k, I'm so crazy thankful! So thanks for reading I guess, and I'll try to update more often since I've got all day to binge Sherlock literally whenever I want. But for now, on with the Johnlock!

John had never had a particular issue with his height. Sure he was shorter than average, but it never really bothered him. All throughout school he was mostly level with his friends, and if he wasn't he couldn't have been far off, and even going into the adult world he never had a problem with being a tad short. Until he met a man at least 6 feet tall named Sherlock Holmes.

Sherlock wasn't even that unnaturally tall. He used curtain elements of his appearance to make himself appear taller, and that only got worse when he recruited John, who was shorter than him. Although occasionally irritating, John didn't mind the odd tease from the newspaper about the height difference and how funny it was, or the implications of said difference.

However when the detective started fuelling the jokes by leaning his arm on Johns head like an arm rest, perching against him like a wall, looking down exaggeratedly as anything like he was looking for a dog over a cliff, it started to get annoying. Suddenly he became very aware of how small he was, overthinking how high he had to look up to speak to some people or how low they had to look down became a habit. He didn't mention it to Sherlock.

But of course he already knew. He'd never meant to make John feel uncomfortable or insecure about his height, he just enjoyed being the tall one. He'd grown up shorter than most of his family, so suddenly having a growth spurt fuelled his ego beyond repair. He noticed his friend gradually standing further and further away from him during cases, like he was avoiding being compared to someone taller than him.

Sherlock had to stop himself from feeling jealous when John stood closer to a female member of Scotland Yard than he would to him, but quickly remembered he was only doing it because that woman was shorter than him. He knew it was his fault he'd given in to the hilarity of the height difference and let the media exaggerate it to no end, but he actually enjoyed it.

It was no secret to everyone but John that Sherlock loved him dearly, maybe a little more than just best friends. He'd been trying to work up to telling him, but due to an article published by the paper that had John outraged and embarrassed, he doubted he'd have the chance.

"Have you seen this?" John asked rather angrily, practically shoving the paper into the detectives face. Sherlock pulled the article into his own hands, looking up to face John with confusion as he'd been alone in the room for a while and hadn't heard him come in. He looked down and read the section he was referring to and sighed, pretending to read it for longer than he actually was to avoid the awkward conversation that would have to follow.

John picked up in this and snatched the paper from his friends hands, pointing at the bold title with rage. "Who tops who? Does John Watson 'pack a punch' in bed despite being the shortest in his crime solving relationship?" Sherlock cringed as the words left his bloggers mouth, knowing full well how they got in the paper. "What the actual fuck is that all about Sherlock?" He growled, forcing eye contact.

Sherlock grunted and took the Paper, folding it gently in half and placing it on the table next to him before returning to his book. "Some stupid reporters taking words out of context, you know how the press is." He insisted, trying to ignore the shorter man growing more and more angry by the second. "So you knew about it?" John snapped, leaning over the taller man and pushing the book away from him.

Sherlock had to hold his breath to avoid blushing at the position the two were left in, this was certainly not the context he imagined it to go down in. He shook his head slowly and submissively, John catching something in his eye he'd never seen before. Venerability. He cocked a brow at the strange face the man below him was pulling before realising the position he'd put them both in.

Not one helping the situation or his cause, might I add. "Oh for Christ's sake Sherlock." He spat, standing up and crossing his arms firmly as if to assure him nothing like that was going to come of this. Sherlock pulled a fake upset face and sat forward, hiding well how much he enjoyed that. "I didn't know about it until it was published, Mycroft called me." He admitted.

"It was published last week! How could you not mention it to me?" John rubbed his face with his hands, leaning against the wall in frustration. His feelings for Sherlock were complicated, he couldn't deny that, but he didn't like people laughing at him behind his back. He was probably a laughing stock at work and he had had no idea. No wonder everyone thought he was gay, who knows how many papers like that were published.

He had been repressing his feelings for men since he was young in fear of being judged, and this was not helping. What if someone in his family saw that paper? He locked eyes with Sherlock, who was leaning forward with his eyebrows risen and eyes lustful. It was like he was trying to tease him, like he knew exactly what he was thinking and feeling- which in all fairness he probably did.

"John." He said bluntly, pulling Johns attention back to him. He was smirking, a look of absolute'I told you so' energy. "This isn't about your height anymore, is it?" His deep voice sent shivers down the shorter mans spine, good tingles he'd never felt before. He couldn't hide the blush playing his cheeks anymore, having to look away and scratch the back of his head.

"It's about your feelings for me, is it not? You feel exposed?"
"No."
"You sure?"
"Definitely."
"So if I asked you on a date, you'd say no?"
"Well, t-that depends."
"On what?"
"If you're actually asking me on a date."
"Well that depends on if you'd say yes."
".... and if I would say yes?"
"Then, Would you like to have dinner with me tonight?"
"As friends or- or as more than friends?"
"A date."
"It's a date."

They shared knowing smiles, and suddenly John wasn't worried about his family seeing the paper. He suddenly didn't care that he was shorter than Sherlock, he only cared about this date- and a possibility of a new relationship. One he'd been waiting for for a while.

The ends a little sloppy I'll admit, but I hope u like it!