"Do you just carry on talking when I'm away?" A post-Reichenbach BBC Sherlock story. First person present tense.

John couldn't shake the feeling that something is wrong with Sherlock as John was battling with himself on his reoccurring thoughts of the detective, which he constantly shook off and seemed to think it was nothing. He's been acting strange towards the army doctor. But once John starts using his own methods of deductions, what he finds of Sherlock; and himself, will leave him shocked. But strangely relieved.

Sherlock Holmes had never been one to embrace the concept of caring for another human being. All it does is bring about unneeded complications and these messy things called 'feelings'. Yet, when he crosses paths with an invalidated army doctor named John Watson his entire way of thinking is forced to be changed. Will this change be for better or for worse?

"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 and Sherlock decide to try an experiment published by the New York Times. What they don't know is that disproving the experiment could change the entire course of their lives as they know it.

When Dream feels his heart rate speed up at the end of George's Livestream, he knows he's too far gone. "This feels so wrong," George says and repeats. Dream clicks off the stream, the sounds of labored breathing filling the room as he tried to stem the panic he was feeling. The next day, after he had just barely dragged himself away from the edge of oblivion and heartache he would never return from, he felt the first tickle at the back of his throat. He coughed roughly, it sounded like he had fluid in his lungs or something. Pneumonia, maybe? But instead of coughing up mucus or phlegm, his eyes widened in shock at the taste of blood in is mouth. || Gream // DreamNotFound Hanahaki Story. There will be angst, slow burn, blood, vomiting, contemplation of suicide, anxiety attacks, and more. Do not read if this bothers you. You have been warned. ||

[FINISHED] A story of GeorgeNotFound coming to terms with his feelings for his best friend and battling with his issues. -- big big thank you to the amazing @raviolihailstorm for the cover &lt;3