A collection of short Johnlock oneshots. I have no plans to add to these, but who knows I might one day so keep an eye out. Hope you enjoy! PS. There are one or two Mystrades in there

John Watson never really bothered to notice the strange boy in his grade, the self proclaimed sociopath that lingered in the back of the classroom, that is until a chance meeting brought them together in the most unlikely of ways. Sherlock was always living under his brother's thumb, after their parents had died in a tragic accident Mycroft had controlled every aspect of his young life. When his first chance at freedom goes terribly wrong, maybe John's arrival in his life might change everything for the better. Johnlock Fluff

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!!!!!!}

A Johnlock fanfiction based on BBC Sherlock in which Sherlock and John solve a case and discover they have feelings for each other. (COMPLETE)

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.

Sherlock Holmes classified himself in many ways. Consulting detective. High-functioning sociopath. Yet he never thought he would be anorexic. When John notices Sherlock growing thinner, he is desperate to find help. Sherlock moves from crime scenes to clinics, his health deteriorating with each refused meal. John must keep a level-head through Sherlock's panic attacks and physical ailments, but he doesn't know how long he can stay strong. As both men see the worst in each other, they realize treatment may come in the form of the most powerful motivator: love.

Sherlock sees a post on Tumblr. John sees that post on Tumblr. Six seconds. Definitely... sex!

“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.”