romance doesn't always begin at first glance, but when the world is paused, it's hard to ignore a second heartbeat. © ; 2016 Highest Ranking: #9 in Fanfiction (aahhh thank you so much) #1 in phillester #1 in superpowers #2 in amazingphil #2 in danisnotonfire #3 in danhowell | WORKING ON FINAL CHAPTER |

Meet Anneliese Carter, more formally known as Leah. She is a sporty, quirky, and loud twenty-four year old. She works at a clothing store in London, in order to save up money for her younger sister, Clay, to go to college back in America. Now, meet Dan Howell. He works at BBC Radio with his best friend, and flatmate, Phil. They also make videos on YouTube. Dan is quiet, handsome, and quite hilarious. Anneliese met Dan at her work, where they quickly bonded over their mutual love of My Chemical Romance. From then on, it was always Dan, Phil, and Anneliese. But when friendship start to turn into a relationship, apartments owners over-charge on Leah's flat, and an old ex comes back to London, will these three best friends pull through? *******Quotes******* "Jesus, you're tall."... "What is your fascination with red pens?"... "My Chemical Romance will do that to you."... "We're going to watch the new episode of Sherlock, right now. This instant. If you try to move, Daniel, I swear I'll duct-tape you back down."... "How could you tell?" I asked... "Well, If I was Sam Winchester, I'd say I could tell because you're smiling. But, I took a quiz and I'm Bobby, so I know because you're twenty minutes late, ya idgit,"...

What happens when Sherlock Holmes a sixteen years old boy gets new neighbours? A Johnlock fanfiction; 2017;

Darkness. Definition: Sherlock Holmes Light. Definition: John Watson look at the stars. look how they shine for you. and everything you do. it was all yellow.

Oh hey there. This is going to be kind of a hipster-y sort of story. Coffee shops, bookstores, rainy days, sharing umbrellas, warm jumpers, big blankets, poetry, the whole lot <3 {TW: Mentions of self-harm and domestic abuse} Picture drawn by me. {I wrote this when I was 14!! I am 21 now! Pls be gentle w my soul aa!!!!!!}

“I’m starting to think letting you into my home wasn’t such a good idea.” “Oh it was probably the worst thing you’ve ever done.” There was a moment’s pause before he spoke again. “Do you regret it?” “Not one bit.”

Sherlock Holmes - beautiful and broken and he's got a traumatic past that he vows to keep silent. John Watson - quiet, simple but extraordinary, so he keeps himself buried in books. John finds Sherlock on the vile, horrid streets in the darkest part of london, and helps him. He does not know why, or how, but nevertheless he cares for him. He was never able to pry into much of Sherlock, and vice versa. But over time, slowly and carefully he gets Sherlock to open up. And there he finds his deepest and darkest secret he holds. But as John's world grows enventually, Sherlocks has begun to shrink - and rapidly. How far will John go to save the boy he has come to love completely? With music ;)) (((((triggers!! things like self harm, depression, abuse, suicide!! please be aware that this story is badly written and my first fanfic!!)))

"Honeybees." Sherlock found himself murmuring softly into John's hair, fingers curling in the woolly fabric of the short man's jumper. "We'll keep honeybees, and I'll serve you the freshest honey with your tea every day. I'll give you honeycombs too. And we'll set up a clinic, just for you, your own private clinic, just for you, John. We'll still solve crimes together, of course, maybe go back to London a few times, but I can do most by email." he paused, feeling his heart swell in his chest, feeling it rise up his throat and he was babbling now. "We'll have a dog, of course, a loyal one. A perfect one, John. And-" He was silenced by a pair of thin, warm familiar lips against his own and a soft laugh. "Sherlock, calm down. We can think about that later, okay?" the words were just a ghost of breath between them. "For now," a hand was sliding down his chest and Sherlock practically purred. "For now, we'll worry about right this second, okay?" Sherlock's eyes fluttered shut, a pleased smile coming across his features as he sought out John's lips once again. "Okay." ((Warnings: Johnlock, boyxboy, possible eventual smut, fluff. Like seriously, so much fluff. Kidlock Teenlock Marriagelock.))

John really didn't want to think about the kid sitting in the desk next to him in math class. He didn't want to have to accept Sherlock Holmes' existence, the very boy that had managed to destroy John's life for good. Revenge certainly was sweet, but John might be getting a little bit carried away when he starts to doubt his true intentions, and his true identity. Maybe there was something much more to Sherlock Holmes, something John had never been able to appreciate before. Johnlock Teenlock