Johnlock Oneshots

Broken Jelly Jar

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This is based off a prompt (I read a Stucky version of this as an inspiration) that I can't quite remember that goes something like this: Person A finds Person B crying on the kitchen floor with the broken glass of a jam jar around them. I thought this might be some cute fluff for you guys after series 4 lol. This is one of my first time writing fanfics on this site sooo I would appreciate criticism bc I suck at this lol😂😂 on with the story!!!

Sherlock's POV

He woke up to the distinctive  sound of  glass shattering coming from the kitchen.
en. He bolted upright, his thoughts immediately going to his John. He swung his head around to right side of the bed were his boyfriend usually slept. There was a John shaped imprint on the mattress. He was gone. There was an accident in the kitchen. Was there a break-in? Did John jump out the window? What had happened? questions swept though his mind as he tried to keep calm.

He leaped of the bed and grabbed a gun hidden in the sock drawer and raced down the hallway towards to the kitchen. He held it to his side as he entered the kitchen. His eyes swept the room trying to find the intruder only to find  John curled up on the floor crying with broken shards around him, that were strangely covered in sticky pink goo. What was it? Slime? Wet paint? Jam?

Knowing him, it was obviously jam.

He was curled up in his jumper sobbing into his hands with a butter knife and a piece of toast on the floor beside him. Sherlock ran over and stepped over the shards of glass to effortlessly pick up John bridal style and bring in to the couch, away from the mess.

Sherlock held his hands and made sure there weren't any cuts or tiny shards of glass on them. There was one gash on his pinky. What a weird place to get cut. Sherlock quickly cleaned and bandaged the cut with care and sat down beside him, holding his injured hand tenderly. "What happened honey?" He asked gently.

"I-i-i w-was t-t-trying to make t-toast" he stuttered between sobs, hiccuping. "I was g-going t-t-to put the j-jam on when m-m-my hand s-slipped." He put his head in his hands. Sherlock hugged him. He chuckled. He already knew the rest of the story. His John was so clumsy, it was adorable. "C'mere sweetie" he said, lifting him up so John's legs were wrapped around Sherlock's waist. He squeezed him tightly as Johns retreating soaked his black t-shirt.

He gently put John down on the bed and walked to the sock drawer to put the gun away. John was still curled up in a ball on top of the comforter shivering. Sherlock gently laid down beside him and draped the covers on to his thin form. John has stopped crying but was still shaking. Sherlock wrapped his arms around his lover. "Shhh..... Hey....it's ok babe...I'm right here....I swear to god I'm never going EVER going to leave you again...I promise sweetie. Never Again."

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Hey guys I hope you have enjoyed this! I'll try to update this in the next week or so. School sucks rn and I'm bearly living thru it lol

Catch you on the flippty-flop!(comment if you get the reference!!)