“Love is a psychological and physiological phenomenon, made of synapses and hormones, endorphins and dopamine receptors, pheromones, experiences, commonalities, mutual attraction. Not the muscle of the heart. Inexact metaphor. Designed for poetry, not accuracy.” First person, present tense story told from Sherlock's point of view. Written in early 2011, prior to series 2.

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

Sherlock hasn't been himself lately, his mind is clouded and his deductions won't come, he doesn't understand it. All these strange emotions he's encountering revolve around John, it's always John. Little does Sherlock know, that these emotions are love, and he's not so unemotional as he believes. This is a story about how Sherlock shows John his heart, but will John take it?

What is Sherlock without John. Sherlock is back to where he started. Back to old habits TRIGGER WARNING. THEMES OF SELF HARM AND SUICIDE

you're ripped at every edge but you're a masterpiece. in which two teens find love the hard way.

"I need notes," Sherlock explained. "No." - As of January 30th, 2019, this fic has been revised, edited, and cleaned up to its absolute best for your reading pleasure! Happy shipping, folks! - Noms Warnings: *OOC Mary (not Mary friendly, i'm sorry </3) *Non/con themes (no rape, minor sexual assault) *Minor victim blaming (not on purpose, well intentioned/general miscommunication and assholery from John) *Hand wavey science (not a warning, just hope u know i was bullshitting this whole fic when i wrote it at 13)

John's never seen a kid like him. He has this beautiful, crazy grace - withheld behind a smug smile and wisecracks that make John frustrated in so many different kinds of ways. And his eyes; crystal clear, decisive, cleaning through the unimportant things to find the valuables in life. He may or may not have a thing for smoking and James Bond, his favorite ice cream is mint with a chocolate swirl, and he is absolutely addicted to Pop Rocks and toffee. He enjoys pretty boys and warehouses, where he can hoard and think and be alone. Also, bumper cars, and John Watson. But Sherlock Holmes's thing, his niche, his calling in life... is to steal. Books. Wallets. Phones. Cars. Everything you've ever wanted, he's had. Everything you've ever wished for, he's stolen. Everything you are, everything you told yourself that you weren't, he owns, and he plays you like an out-of-tune violin. Does that mean that John's going to let him steal his heart? Not a shot in hell.

John moved to good old suburbia to try to escape everything he had lost, everything he wanted to forget. But with no job, no friends, and a son to raise by himself, John starts to feel the pressure of life bearing down on him. Thankfully, however, John gets help from his neighbors, and the suspiciously attractive gardener across the street. Johnlock Fluff ParentLock

Going on a school trip into the mountains for a month sounds simple enough. But when John meets his cabin roommate, Sherlock Holmes, a leisurely vacation soon turns into a hectic summer. [Rated Mature for smut scenes, language, ideologically sensitive material, and alcohol consumption] =△▽△▽△= Cabinmates now has a sequel called Exmates! Be sure to check it out after reading this~

**Johnlock** Dr John Watson is an ordinary man living an ordinary life in London. Since his return from Afghanistan, his life refuses to improve until the day that he meets someone special; a man who needs John just as much as John needs him...