John is in love - with his incredibly talented flatmate. Unfortunately, Sherlock's married to his job. Will John ever be able to confess?

Apparently Sherlock isn't dead. How will John take the news? When he finds out of course. Will he move on and find the love of his life? Will Sherlock try and confess his love for the doctor which he has been hiding since they first laid eyes on each other? Or will they both just forget about on another and move on. Johnlock fic

“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.”

John loves Sherlock, Sherlock loves John, but both are too scared to admit it to each other. Follow their story as they solve mysteries, hide secrets, fall out, fall so deeply in love it scares them both. After all, love is a curious thing.

It all started with a trip. Sherlock had been acting weird, and everyone thought he was just stressed, so he and John go on a trip to Fiji. Yet, what was supposed to be a relaxing vacation from the stresses of detective work only opened the door for much more stress and confusion when John begins to have strange feelings around his colleague, Sherlock Holmes. And Sherlock is still acting strange.

John Watson is preparing to go to dinner with his girlfriend Mary Morstan, in order to propose to her. However, someone unexpected shows up at Dr. Watson's door, intent on staying the night.

"Call me by your name and I'll call you by mine" A continuation of Elio and Oliver's story after he sits at the fireplace. Months later, Elio and Oliver connect again. But is it for better or for worse? Is it better to speak or to die? Elio gets the chance to visit America. But will it be the trip of his dreams, or a trip right back to the fireplace?

It's when the four members of Queen got wasted last night, waking up, naked in the same bed, and cluelessly knowing that last night was 34 years ago. Every thing that they do in the future changes their history completely when they come back to the present world (1984). - This is my first story, so heh, just bare with me! And I update randomly. hee hee. (COMPLETED) (I wrote this story almost 2 years ago. Beware that I didn't do any research about anything, so some of the themes on this story are incorrect.)

Sequel to Are You Sure, I highly recommend you read that first :)

The events of the next two years that follow the end of the book. For those who only watched the movie (which I haven't yet, therefore I have no knowledge of how it ends and this is not based in it), here follows a quick explanation: Elio and Oliver meet again three times after that summer: one during Christmas in 1983, one in the States in 1996 for a drink at a hotel bar and one last time back in the summerhouse twenty years after their first encounter, just for a night, as he was passing through cities. The end of the book goes as: ❝Twenty years was yesterday, and yesterday was just earlier this morning, and morning seemed light-years away. "I'm like you," he said. "I remember everything." I stopped for a second. If you remember everything, I wanted to say, and if you are really like me, then before you leave tomorrow, or when you're just ready to shut the door of the taxi and have already said goodbye to everyone else and there's not a thing left to say in this life, then, just this once, turn to me, even in jest, or as an afterthought, which would have meant everything to me when we were together, and, as you did back then, look me in the face, hold my gaze, and call me by your name.❞ [word count: 14047] I do hope you enjoy this. It is the first time I come forward with a piece of work so intimate and that I'm extremely proud of, and one that bears my signature and not a pseudonym or anonymity. Feel free to leave your constructive critics and general comments, I'd love to hear them all. Have a great reading. ⚘