Hey guys! For the time being, while im still looking for a new title, i have gotten a new cover created by DestielizJohnlocked

Okay! So, Contest 4 "One Word Prompt". All requests by: thetardisat221b make sure to follow them! :).

(I decided to put them all in the same one shot, since they were all requested by the same person).

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Jealous

Sherlock rolled his eyes as he watched John chat up the blonde woman at the ticket booth.

I mean, sure it was for the case, but c'mon! Did he really have to be looking at her like that?

Sherlock kept his distance, standing a bit away from John, but still making sure it looked like he was with him.

The detective wasnt sure the woman cared.

Sherlock sat there, impatiently as he pretended to busy himself on his phone, glancing up every once in a while.

Sherlock huffed, flinching as he heard John let out a sweet laugh that Sherlock absolutely loved.

Sherlock shoved down a growl that had wanted to crawl up his throat.

Minutes later, John waved towards the woman, turning around and sighing, before looking up and winking, giving the cue that he and Sherlock had gotten the tickets.

The next person walked up and payed for their ticket, and Sherlock watched behind John as he approached, the woman who was glancing Johns way.

Sherlock glanced down as John placed himself in front of him, smiling as he put his hands in his coat pocket.

The blogger was about to open his mouth, when Sherlock spun them around and pushed John against the wall, before crushing his lips against the others.

John let out a suprised yelp, and Sherlock kissed him for about 10 seconds, before pulling away, and resting his forehead against Johns.

He panted softly as John flushed a bright red.

"What was that for-not that I mind," John giggled breathlessly.

"Oh, just making sure you're on a certain side of your sexuality," Sherlock spoke, and John laughed and leaned against the wall. Sherlock smiled.

"I love you,"

"I love you too, Sherlock. Now c'mon. We've got a case to solve,"

Sherlock pulled away, and John got fom under him. They began to walk towards the Theater doors, when Sherlock smirked, glancing towards the ticket booth.

"Jealous git," John muttered, and Sherlock scoffed.

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Pancakes

Sherlock woke up to a smell.

A certain, kind of smell.

He sat up slowly, wiping the sleep from his eyes as he breathed deeply.

His mouth began to water, and he smiled lightly.

After brushing his teeth, he crept out of his room and peeked into the kitchen to see John busying himself about, when his eyes landed on what he most desired.

Pancakes.

Sherlock licked his lips, glancing at John, before swiping a pancake from the mountain of them.

He was just about to take a bite, when a hand grabbed his wrist, and he was met with a strong pair of blue eyes.

"Get your mits off my pancakes."

"Your pancakes?"

"Yes. Mine."

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Military

"Sherlock!" John called from the bottom of the stair case.

"We're going to be late if you donr get your arse down here!"

Sherlock groaned, tidying his stupid tie-he hates ties.

"Why do i have to wear this bloody thing again?!" Sherlock called down the steps, and he pulled on his coat.

"Because Sherlock, its a wedding and we need to look nice, now get down here!"

Sherlock huffed, and walked down the steps. By the time he got to the bottom, he glanced up at John and froze.

"Sherlock, lets g-"

Sherlock pressed John against the wall, and quickly licked into his mouth. John gasped out, and Sherlock chuckled into his mouth.

"Sherlock-we have to go we'll be-mmm,"

Sherlock let his hand stalk down to Johns trousers, when John grabbed his wrist, and pulled away from Sherlocks kisses.

"Sherlock, what are you doing, we're about to leave!"

Sherlock looked down at him with flushed lips, and dipped his head down to rest next to Johns neck.

"You look fit in your uniform John," Sherlock whispered.

"I couldnt just ignore that,"

John flushed, and then leaned back against the wall and laughed.

"God Sherlock you kinky prick-" Sherlocks head whipped up and he flushed. John continued to speak.

"We're gonna be out for the whole night," John smirked, and Sherlock pouted.

"Why cant we just stay here?" He mumbled, going over to nibble Johns ear.

John smiled lightly, and let out a chuckle.

"Because, i got dressed to go to a wedding-" "You could've gotten dressed to have sex with me," Sherlock suggested, and John let out another booming laugh.

"Well, you'll just have to hold out for the night, Sherlock Holmes,"

Sherlock frowned as John moved to the door.

"There's no way i'll be able to do that, John."

John turned to look at him, and smirked.

"That was an order soldier,"

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Christmas

John woke up and smiled, breathing in the nice aroma of the room. He had lit candles about 221B, giving it a cookie smell, and it was absolutely amazing.

He glanced over to Sherlock, who's head was peaking above the duvet, curls sprawled out and softly splayed upon the pillow beside John.

John smiled, and rolled over, pulling Sherlock to his chest, and spooning him.

As John pressed his nose into Sherlocks curls, Sherlock breathed in deeply, showing signs of conciousness.

"...John..." he mumbled.

"Yes love?"

He felt Sherlock shudder, and John smirked. The detective slowly rolled around in Johns arms, and fell into his chest, pressing his nose into Johns collar bone.

"Merry Christmas, John." Sherlock whispered.

"Merry Christmas, Sherlock."

I'll continue doing the next couple chapters like this until all the requests run out :).