John believes it's an experiment... because Sherlock says so. But is it really? Skinny love.

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?

John has found out about Sherlock's self harm and is left baffled as to how to tell Sherlock about his own secret. *TRIGGER WARNING*

Johnlock/teenlock/messages fanfiction.

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.

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.

Sherlock Holmes doesn't know why but, he has found himself in love with London's one and only Priest, Father John Watson. Was it the thrill, the challenge, or the fun of it? Sherlock doesn't know. Does he dare find out? // This is going to have slow updates this is just a fair warning!! I'm so excited to be writing this so please stay tuned! :) //

It was stormy, not only outside but in Sherlock's own head. Hundreds of thoughts and screams furiously whipping around his mind and overpowering anything else he attempted to think about. He looked at the needle already in his arm and the next thing he knew he was stumbling into a church, vomiting, and seeing the most beautiful person he's ever met.