A/N: Hello all! Here's my newest story about Sherlock and John and Tumblr. They're teenagers, and...well, you'll see.

One warning for the entire story is that John has mental health issues and it talks about suicidal thoughts. Nothing graphic, but it mentions that John is depressed. And there is cyber bullying.

Rating: Some can go up to M. There will be warnings before each chapter.

Category: M/M

Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson, Harry Watson/Clara

Characters: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson, Harry Watson, Clara, mentions of each of their parents

Tags: Teenagers, Tumblr, mental health issues, some sex occurs, cyber bullying

15 New Messages.

anonymous: Shut up about your stupid problems and blog about cats like a normal person.

Delete.

anonymous: God you're so ducking annoying

Laugh.

Delete.

anonymous: I hope you have a good day, you really deserve it :)

reply: Aww, thanks anon! :)

anonymous: Jump off a fucking cliff already.

Pause.

Contemplate.

Delete anyway.

There's a knock on the door and John quickly shuts his laptop. Last time Harry caught him on Tumblr, she laughed at him for an hour. "You're one of those boys?" she had asked between laughs.

So now he hides it from his twin, even though she goes on and on about her blog daily.

"Yeah?" he calls to the door.

Harry opens the door and looks at him suspiciously. "What are you doing?"

"Nothing," he says. "Just about to start some homework."

"Oh, great, I was wondering if you wanted to work together on that maths packet?"

"Sure, yeah."

"Great, I'll go grab mine."

Harry disappears from John's doorway and he quickly opens up his laptop to exit out of Tumblr and clear the internet history. He doubts she'll even open his laptop, but he can't be too careful.

Another reason John does not want his sister to find his Tumblr is that it's anonymous. Never has he given his name or location, all anyone knows is that he's high school aged and that he's a boy (only because someone asked). John uses his Tumblr to not only blog away about his obsessions (mostly in fandoms a like Harry Potter and Doctor Who), but he also blogs about his life, things he can't tell anyone, not even his sister.

His first ever post was, "I'm gay and nobody knows."

Then it turned into discussing his depression, his suicidal thoughts, and trying to overcome it all.

Which is why he receives so many anonymous hate messages, telling him he's a whiny baby and needs to get over it. For every loving message he gets about his courage to survive, he gets someone telling him he's a waste. And he doesn't want his sister to know any of that.

Harry sprawls across his bed, leaving John little room (like usual).

"Did you see Robin today?" Harry asks as they work. "Wasn't she so cute? She's always so cute."

"Yeah," John honestly agrees; Robin is one of the most beautiful girls at their school. "She's cute."

"You could totally date her."

John snorts. "Why do you always try to set me up?"

"Because you're lonely. A girlfriend would do you good."

"A girlfriend would do you good," John jokingly retorts.

Harry pauses for a second, then starts to laugh. "As if," she says.

"I was joking," John clarifies, hitting his sister with a pillow.

Harry tosses the pillow back at him.

They work in silence, until Harry interrupts again. "You know who looked fine as hell today?"

"Who?"

"Sherlock Holmes."

John blushes. He'd noticed, of course he did. He notices every single day what Sherlock looks like; he memorized every perfectly shaped strand of curly black hair, every elegant angle of his lengthy body, every shade his tortuously beautiful eyes change to during the day. He notices everything.

John clears his throat. "You should try going out with him." Honestly if his sister really wanted to date the biggest crush of his life, he'd support her. But selfishly he knows that if Harry dated Sherlock, Sherlock would come to their house and he'd have an excuse to look at the boy without fearing being caught by schoolmates.

Harry lets out a laugh. "As if," she says again. "He's so far out of my league. And besides, I hear he'd be more interested in you. If you know what I mean."

"You mean he...he's gay?"

Harry looks at him. "No, he's into short, blond, Doctor Who freaks."

John glares at her.

"Yes he's gay," Harry says. "That's what I heard, at least. He does take ballet."

Of course John realizes that means nothing. Harry wears his t-shirts, that doesn't make her a boy.

"We're the same height, by the way," John mutters.

"I'm an inch taller than you."

"Uh huh."

Sherlock sits and rests his laptop over his legs. "Let's see what's happening in the world today."

Clara, his best friend, sits beside him and looks over his shoulder. "Looks like war, a new episode of Doctor Who, and sports. Why do you even follow these people?"

Sherlock shrugs. "Because there aren't any quality science blogs."

Clara laughs. "What's the follower count up to today?"

Sherlock opens a new page so he can see his follower count at the top of his dash without losing his spot further down on the first page.

"Looks like twelve thousand, five hundred and eight two."

"Wow," Clara says. "You should promote me again. Last time you said I'm your best friend I gained, like, three hundred followers overnight."

"Have a quality blog and I will."

Clara punches him in the arm.

"Ugh," Sherlock grumbles. "More insufficient depressed rumblings from mister johawa himself."

Clara laughs. "Why do you even follow him if you hate him so much?"

"I don't follow him. His shit circulates on my dash."

The current post Sherlock is reading over and over is user johawa wishing he could tell the world how he really feels. Sherlock rolls his eyes. Then clicks reblog.

He types and Clara reads over his shoulder.

"Sherlock!" she cries. "You can't tell him to come out and get the fuck over it!"

"Why not?" he asks, clicking post.

Clara shakes her head. "You're so mean. I don't know how you don't lose followers after talking so much shit to poor johawa."

Sherlock just grins wickedly.

He continues scrolling while Clara goes on and on about a girl in her writing class. Sherlock doesn't listen, he hardly ever does, because what gets his attention a second later is a reply from johawa.

johawa reblogged your post and added:

It's really hard for some people, okay scientificpirouette? Some people fear rejection and hatred and judgment. Some people don't live in the sunshine filled world like you so clearly do. So if you'd be a man and send hate to my inbox, I'd gladly give you a little insight on what I deal with daily. But if you're afraid to come to me personally then kindly fuck off.

"Ugh, I hate him!"

Clara pauses. "Who?"

"Stupid johawa!"

Clara grins, her teeth bright against her dark skin. "Honestly, I think you've got a little crush on him."

"On him?! The boy is a loser who uses the internet to hide behind the shame of who he is. Honestly, I'm disgusted by him."

"And yet you talk about him an awfully lot, you're scrolling his blog right now-"

Sherlock quickly exits out of the anonymous boy's blog.

"-and you constantly push him to come out. It's hard for him, Sherlock."

"Why is it hard for him?!"

"Because he probably didn't come out of the womb covered in body glitter and doing jazz hands!"

Sherlock frowns. "I had to wear body glitter for a performance one time."

Clara laughs. "God, just forget about him, alright?"

Sherlock sighs. "Alright."

"Thank you," Clara says. "Now, on to important business. I think we should peruse the Watson twins."

Sherlock chokes on his own spit. "What?!"

"I think we should double date the Watson twins."

Sherlock shakes his head. "No way."

Clara whines. "Why not?"

"Because Harry Watson scares me, and if you haven't noticed, she's not exactly my type."

Clara bites her lip. "I wasn't suggesting you date her."

Sherlock slowly looks at her. "What?"

"I just figured, y'know, you take John."

"Take John where?"

"On a date, genius."

"But...John's not gay."

Clara snorts. "Right."

"I'm serious," Sherlock mutters. "...Is he?"

Clara lifts an eyebrow. "The boy ain't straight. He might not know, but-"

"That doesn't mean he'd want to go out with me. John does sports and likes Doctor Who and all that junk."

"So you put on your tightest pair of jeans and don't tell him you like blowing shit up and dissecting animals. He won't think you're a psychopath and he'll get to look at your arse in jeans."

Sherlock laughs. "What makes you think I'd want to go out with John Watson anyway?"

"By the way you drool when you see him, the way you make heart eyes at him any chance you get."

Sherlock blushes at the thought of being caught doing that. She is right.

"And besides, it'll take your mind off of anonymous internet boy."

"I don't like him!"

Clara lifts an eyebrow.

"I don't!"

"Uh huh."