Just Some Johnlock Oneshots

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I always want to bring more diversity into writing, so here's a translock where our boys are teenagers who are dating and Sherlock is towards the start of his journey of transitioning. I'll admit I'm not super knowledgeable about the transgender community so forgive me if I make any mistakes or offend anyone. Just let me know in the comments if I need to change anything and I'll do it. 

Also I'm sorry for not updating recently, school has me super busy and some things have come up in my personal life that required my attention. I hope you enjoy and stay safe everyone!

"Hey, Sherlock?" John called from the welcome mat sitting just inside the Holmes' doorway. He was supposed to meet his boyfriend up after school to hang out, but Sherlock hadn't responded to any of his texts. Being concerned about his boyfriend, John let himself into the house and made his way up the familiar staircase to Sherlock's room. After knocking on the white door, Sherlock's curly head poked out behind the it.

"Hi Babe. Are you ok?" John asked. Sherlock looked paler than normal and his eyes looked slightly watery.

Sherlock bit his lip and slowly shook his head 'no'. He opened the door wider to allow John to enter. They both sat on the boy's bed and Sherlock pulled his legs to his chest.

"What's wrong?"

"Um," Sherlock started. His face flushed and he avoided eye contact with the blond. "I'm on my period," He murmured.

"Oh, Sher," John sighed sympathetically and pulled his boyfriend in for a hug. Sherlock accepted it and tucked his head between the shorter boy's neck and shoulder. He placed a kiss on Sherlock's pale cheek before pulling away. "Do you want anything?" John asked, looking into Sherlock's beautiful eyes. He knew how distraught the other boy's body made him and wished he could magically make him feel better. Unfortunately Sherlock's parents didn't want him in testosterone just yet, so he was left with a conflicting body. 

"I don't know," Sherlock sadly sighed. "I just want to feel normal."

"Babe, you are normal. Well..." John added in a teasing voice. Sherlock's lips began to curl into a small smile. "I don't think it's totally normal for a teenage boy to lock himself in his room for hours on end doing experiments, but it's one of the many things I love about you," he chuckled. Sherlock smiled and leaned forward to give John a quick peck on the lips. The movement made the taller boy's face scrunch in pain. "Go grab a heating pad, find a movie you want to watch, and get comfy on the couch," John gently ordered.

Sherlock playfully rolled his eyes but moved to the bathroom where the heating pad was stored.

"And take you binder off," John yelled after him as an afterthought. "It'll just make your cramps worse." John jumped off Sherlock's bed and announced he would be back in five minutes. He ran out the door and to the convenience store just down the block. Once there, he made a quick purchase and dashed back to his boyfriend's house.

When he walked into the finely decorated living room, John smiled to see the curly haired teen lounging on the sofa with the heating pad plugged in. Sherlock had changed into a baggy hoodie and basketball shorts, which John thought made him look absolutely adorable.

"You're back," Sherlock smiled. John returned the gesture and plopped the plastic bag from the store on the coffee table. He glanced at the tv to see the beginning of The Hobbit paused on the screen. Sherlock shuffled on the couch to make room for the blond to sit behind him. But before John joined him, he pulled his purchase out of the bag. He outstretched his arm to Sherlock who laughed when he saw what it was. It was a big chocolate bar that had 'sharing size' written in the corner. However, John had crossed it out with permanent marker and wrote 'Sherlock sized' in its place. Sherlock chuckled and ripped open the wrapper to take a bite. His eyes closed in bliss and it was John's turn to laugh. John finally settled on the couch and pulled Sherlock up to his chest, the heating pad in between them because Sherlock needed it on his back.

John found the remote buried in the cushions and started the movie. He buried his nose in Sherlock's fluffy brown curls and Sherlock melted into him. After about ten minutes though, John could tell Sherlock was uncomfortable again because he kept shifting around. John slipped his hands under the other boy's hoodie, causing him to gasp. The blond gently massaged Sherlock's sensitive abdomen, causing Sherlock to hum in contentment.

They sat through the whole movie wrapped in each other's arms while Sherlock nibbled on his chocolate bar (however the chocolate only lasted for ten minutes before Sherlock had scarfed it down). As the credits were rolling and the melodic music rang through the room, John noticed Sherlock had fallen asleep. He smiled, pressed a soft kiss to the mop of curls, and allowed his eyes to droop closed.