John Watson thirty-two years old wasted his entire life with failing dates with women. Until someone simply told him that he was gay. Published DEC 2016 A Johnlock fanfiction ~ Johnlock ~ Johnlock AU ~ Started writing 6 december 2016 and finished the story 17 April 2017

John Watson and Sherlock Holmes slowly come to realize they are in love with each other, but are either of them willing to admit how they feel?

"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)

A BBC Sherlock fan fiction *Teenlock* *Johnlock* *a bit of Mystrade* Welcome to Baker Street Secondary... Are you in the mood to read an EXTRAORDINARILY long teenlock fic that is so far basically nothing but fluff mixed with a smattering of angst? Then you've come to the right place!!! (No smut, but it is referenced. Inappropriate jokes or scenes will happen. This is your warning.) LOTS OF FLUFF. Seriously.There's a plot line in there somewhere, but it's mostly fluff. Mild cussing. Comments and votes are great!! So feel free to leave some! Thanks!!

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.