Your Blogger//Johnlock

Chapter 1

John turned on his laptop and then entered the blog he was running by entering the options " draft" and started writing.
"Sherlock is actually a girl's name" "Sherlock is not a girl's name, maybe I'm an idiot but I don't think that's what you really wanted to tell me." Because "Sherlock" is the same thing I haven't been able to tell you all this time.
There were always things I wanted to tell you, I tried. But I never could. Probably because I thought you were going to laugh me in the face, or I just couldn't handle it myself.
I couldn't face the part of me that I had hidden so much for so many years. Tucked away behind the blog, I thought I'd have it all worked out by then.
The day we met, you brought me back to life. to quote my blog post, you were simple and strangely charming. You have a good heart and I was able to see it through your cold and unpleasant mask. Even if you deny it. you're an attractive guy, damn handsome.
I learned a lot about myself after getting to know you. This whole... "I'm not gay" John Watson. It's actually half true and half a lie. I'm not gay, but that doesn't mean I can't be... Bisexual. I know, shocked. It took me so damn long to finally figure it out.
You're like a drug, you got me hooked since you asked me; "Afghanistan or Iraq?" And despite everything that's happened, after all of this, I still think you're the best and the wisest  man I've ever met and ever will. I had to let it out, so maybe writing it in drafts on my blog will help prepare me to say it out loud.
You and Rosie are the best thing that ever happened to me.
I'm in love with you Sherlock, really, really i am.
If you ever want me, know that I'm already yours.

-your blogger. John Watson.

John finished blogging, wiped his eyes with his hand, and sighed. "Oh Sherlock, you're so smart and you didn't figure it out.
John hears footsteps on the stairs that most likely belong to Sherlock, the door opens and he is standing in the doorway with a bloody coat and face. "Hey," he said.
"Oh god, who's this time?" He asked with a smile in his voice.
- Some Irish diplomat. Sherlock takes off his coat and walks over to John looking at the screen on his laptop.
"What's the case?"
-What?
-The one you're writing about.
John quickly closed the laptop next to the Sherlock's face. He blushed slightly. -Nothing special.
-Em okay? I'm going to take a shower, will you make me some tea while i'm gonna shower?
-Sure, put your clothes in the washing machine, I'll do the laundry and I'll wash your clothes by the way.
-Okay
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It's evening, Sherlock is playing Tchaikovsky on the violin and John is listening while drinking tea.
He loved when Sherlock played the violin around him, he considered it an art. When the bow was guided by his fingers, music came out. He stared at Sherlock admiring him a little too long, not noticing that Sherlock had finished playing.
-All good?
"Ah yes right sorry I zooned out" He blushed slightly
- All right, would you like a drink? I bought a beer today as I was coming back from that case.
-Sure, why not.

After drinking for a while, Sherlock and John decided to play a game of guessing who you are, the other person sticks a piece of paper with a character or thing on your forehead. (A/N In my language this game is just called forehead)

-Who am I
-Sherlock, that's not what this game is about
- I was supposed to ask questions about who I am
- i was thinking about something Like ,, am I a woman?" You know etc.
-I AM NOT A WOMEN JOHNNY
John blushed but wondered why Sherlock was so upset.
-I know dude, it was just an example.
-Am I a man? Sherlock asked, on his forehead was a piece of paper that said Sherlock Holmes
-Yes
-I knew. Your turn.
-am I a man? John asked, on his forehead was a piece of paper that read John Watson.
But you or this character
-I. In terms of the character I am.
-That's it. Hey am I handsome?
I guess so, at least for me. - John thought for a moment what he said and then became ashamed. -For some people.
- Okay, wait, I'm going to get some water, do you want it too?
-with pleasure.
Sherlock stood up and enjoyed collapsing on John at this point. - Oh, sorry Johnny.
"Don't worry, nothing happened." It wasn't quite true, Sherlock's head and mouth rested on his stomach right next to his groin and his breath tickled the skin of his stomach exposed by Sherlock's fall.
They stared at each other for a long moment before Sherlock climbed over John and sat on him. "My John" and hugged him.
John didn't know what to do, he never thought that Sherlock would hug him or make any kind of physical contact, but it's possible that it was because of the large amount of alcohol they had consumed.
-Do not leave me. Please.
-What? Sherlock, don't even say that, you're my friend... This term passed through John's throat with difficulty. -I would never leave you.
They looked at each other and before they both realized their intentions, their lips met.
John didn't know what to do, he never thought it would happen, but the feeling of Sherlock's mouth pouring into his was just wonderful and he couldn't help himself.
They sat on top of each other for a long time, consuming each other's lips, then broke apart and parted ways. Neither of them knew how to feel now, much less what to do now.

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Hi i'm just gonna let you know, english is not my first launguage but i think i know IT pretty well so If i made some mistakes please correct me.
I was thinking about adding trans Sherlock. What do you all think about IT?
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