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xiaoyanjiangw Ā· 9 months ago
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[Johnlock] When Sherlock loses his soul
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A johnlock short story, I use Chinese into English.
Watch Sherlock get jealous. (^_^)
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"You said Sherlock... Lost your soul?" John's surprised expression was enough to dislocate his jaw as he stared wide-eyed at the detective next to Mycroft. The man was staring at him with his usual dark blue pupils, and the tip of his nose was turning red from the cold.
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"Sherlock, it's a cold day and you're very underdressed." He stroked the man's cheek like soft ice, and my God,Mycroft let his brother stand in the snow like that! He's gonna get sick!
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"No, we have to go home and change. Sherlock, you're coming with me." As he spoke, the detective left Mycroft's side, unzipped John's coat as fast as he could, and got inside himself.
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Sherlock also rubs his numb face against Watson's chest before Mycroft's surprise, and the detective then wraps his hands around the doctor's waist, placing his entire weight on top of John.
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I like it.
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Sherlock thought to himself.
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Ā Ā Ā ā€œSherlockā€¦ā€¦ā€¦ā€ John patted the snow off Sherlock's head with his hand, "What's in your lost soul?" ?" "He murmured.
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Things got weird about a month ago.
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Whenever John starts making tea,Sherlock pops up on time, saying, "John, a cup of coffee, please." And then it's "John, coffee." Today,Sherlock wraps his arm around John and then blows into his ear, "John..." (It's a move that makes John, who insists he's heterosexual, shudder.)
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Well, if it weren't for Sherlock's damn pretty face,John would never help him do so many things every day. Sherlock would even ask John to help him put some hot water in the bathtub. If you asked him why, he would only come to you, then look at himself with a little puzzlingly clear eyes like a lake Put your hand around your body.
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John's strange behavior based on Sherlock summarizes the following:
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1. Sherlock will get into John's bed after he gets out of the shower, and then lean into his arms until he falls asleep. (Where is the detective who doesn't need sleep?)
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2. Instead of posing in the thinking position with his hands folded, he would lie in John's lap on his days off and listen to the radio. It makes John always wonder... Because Sherlock's pretty eyes are always looking at him...)
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3. Sherlock is hostile to the women John dates. (Why on earth?)
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He immediately called Mycroft, and after the British government said, "He has lost his soul," John's stomach began to churn.
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Sherlock who gets sleepy easily, Sherlock who loves physical contact with himself, and Sherlockā€¦ā€¦ā€¦ā€¦ who needs his own help It's all because he's lost his soul. It's not something he wants to do, it's just something Sherlock does when he loses his soul.
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The man brings the soulless Sherlock back to 211B. He is exceptionally obedient today, not giving John trouble, but also extremely clingy,Sherlock's fingers tightly grasp John's arm, he follows the man like a ghost, their shadows almost merge.
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Ā Ā Ā ā€œJohnā€¦ā€¦ Don't you think that's strange?" His pupils quivered slightly. "I'm no different from normal. That's the most abnormal thing." He lifted the curls from his forehead and put his hand back on John's arm.
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John looked down at his red arm and said, "If you think it's normal to sleep next to me at night... Well, I think you're..." He tries to wrestle Sherlock away, which causes the detective to use even more strength to hold John down.
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"I don't know what you're talking about, didn't I sleep next to you?" Wouldn't the old you have walked me? I just see you're not holding me, I'll... Pull your arm like this, because your face... You..." Hesitantly, he let go and took a step back, somewhat hurt, "John, you don't want to hold my hand..."
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"No... Sherlock, we're just... Hey, we didn't sleep together before, and you weren't in my ear... Blooooow... What..." John will remember these scenes, his ears will start burning, he will see Sherlock's pale face take on an incredible expression, and then that beautiful face will come back close to him.
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Ā Ā Ā ā€œJohnā€¦ā€¦ā€¦ Why don't you tell me why? I like you, I like holding hands, I like you touching my face, I like you taking off my..."
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"No, no, no... ! Sherlock!ā€ John took the detective by the hand, and then he wrapped Sherlock around his waist to keep the coat firmly attached to him. (Lest he actually take off his coat, Mrs. Hudson would faint if she came in.)
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Sherlock has John completely pinned down on the sofa. He leans over him like a cat sniffing his owner's body. After a few moments of thought, he says, "I totally get it."
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The detective gets up and looks out the window. The snow almost turns the field of view completely white. Maybe the old Sherlock is a stuffy person, he never shows his love to his John, so John will date someone else,John will... No holding hands... I don't sleep together...
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"Didn't he say that?" Sherlock confirms it again.
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"Who? What did you say?" "John wondered.
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"The whole soul of me that you say, he didn't say he liked you?"
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"What... ? You..."
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"John, I don't like it when you go out with someone else."
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"Oh, my God,Sherlock, I..." His heart began to shake violently from the detective's whisper, and John's inner world was covered with a rain, followed by a gust of wind, and the noise of those thunderstorms made him even smaller.
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"I hate it when you dress up for other people, don't you know that? Did I really never mention it once before? While you were trying to meet someone with a new haircut, I was at home... Can't do anything... I don't know what you did with someone... Johnā€¦ā€¦ā€
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"Sherlock, I swear you never told me that!" When the surgeon finally decided to embrace the man, he saw his familiar eyes begin to blush slightly, and as he watched the frown of grievance unfurl again,John took a deep breath and said, "Please look at me."
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Sherlock staggered John's eyes because of those "uncertain factors", he pushed the man's arms, "No John, I think I know the answer today, you don't like me, the old Sherlock and you don't like today."
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He began to adjust his collar. The deep black fabric made him look like a sad prince, but perhaps the prince's knight did not care about him... Oh my God... The knight will go to rescue the princess, whether it is the princess of his own country or the neighboring country... Sherlock gives a self-deprecating smile. What's he looking forward to? John will marry a girl he loves, they may have a baby, maybe get a dog...
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As Sherlock sprints out of the door, John pulls him back in from behind once more, and they both fall to the ground. Sherlock is straddling the man's belly. He grabs John's blue sweater and pulls him up, and he pulls him into Sherlock's eyes, which are tinged with golden fury. They seem to never go away.
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"God, I've upset you..." John supports the ground with his left hand and caresses Sherlock's earlobe with his right. "I didn't know you... Because you are so charming, your bravery, your intelligence, your beautiful eyes... I never thought you'd treat me, especially me, Sherlock, I..."
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John swallowed, and the words he never said, "Because you're too good, so I just push myself... I want to keep my distance from you." He stood up and helped the detective to his feet. "But Sherlock, now you say that... Just because you have no soul, and when you recover, you'll regret what you said. I don't want to..."
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"I..." Sherlock's face showed an expression of anxiety and pain, "My self-esteem makes me unable to pray that you only like me a person, before I change back, I hope you can listen to me... As soon as today is over, you'll be seeing someone else, and I can't do anything about it."
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Sherlock almost smiles wryly at the floor beneath his feet. "It's just that the first day we met, I... I like you. You think all this is because you saved me? Nooooo. No, when Mike asked us to meet, I... I'm attracted to you..."
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He stared up at John to make sure he was listening. "But I pretend not to care about your personal life, I pretend not to care about everything, John, but I damn well care about you, because of you, I'm no longer dependent on cocaine or anything... You know... I just can't say it..."
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In response to him is the warm embrace of the military doctor, he like to get a precious treasure to Sherlock into his arms, his collar began to wet, Sherlock about three times in his chest, but new tears again from the corner of his eyes, the man with the cuff for him to wipe tears, "God... I can't believe I'm sorry I made you so sad..." He kissed the detective on the forehead. "I love you, Sherlock, and I'll never regret what I said."
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He bent his head and kissed the back of the detective's hand with his lips so earnestly as if he were signing some kind of contract, "I love you." 'he repeated.
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About two weeks later, John knew Sherlock's spirit was back, and it showed:
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1. Sherlock stopped saying sweet things every day.
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2. Sherlock's face burned horribly when John kissed him.
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3. He said he needed 100 cases of 10 to make him forget the shame of his confession.
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yooo-lets-go Ā· 6 months ago
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what sort of music does simon listen to- and what are the othersā€™ opinions on it when they inevitably discover it?
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They probably wouldnā€™t share a playlist
Plus Roach:
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bluegiragi Ā· 3 months ago
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do not pet (he bites)
early access + nsfw on patreon
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ghouljams Ā· 20 days ago
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What's the opposite of a secret baby trope? Aggressively telling the man about the pregnancy?
You bursting into the farmhouse on the 141 ranch and having to stop yourself from swinging on one John Mactavish, opting instead to shove five positive pregnancy tests under his nose and ask him what the hell he's going to do about this? Only to be met with a marriage license he'd signed months ago?
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ruerecs Ā· 5 months ago
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fanfic writers NEVER contemplate or apologise for your fic being over 3-5k words long, we readers LOVE longer fics!! anyways have a good day/night šŸ™‚ā€ā†•ļø
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rodolfoparras Ā· 5 months ago
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Thinking about the most homophobic misogynistic dude bro talking shit, maybe itā€™s in the lock room with the rest of his friends, making a whole spectacle out of the two dudes he saw kissing or holding hands
Cw: forced feminization, 18+, top male reader, dom male reader
But you notice the way he shifts from one leg to another, eyes wandering over to your own almost as if fearing youā€™ll say something you shouldnā€™t -like how heā€™d showed up to your dorm last night, sober for once and with his hard on showing through his sweatpants, moments before you had him bouncing on your cock.
Despite having been the one to initiate things, heā€™d been reluctant to let you know he was enjoying it, with his teeth digging into his bottom lip to the point where blood was trickling down his throat, desperately trying to suppress any sort of noise from escaping his mouth. Hell he refused to move his hips on his own even though heā€™d been the one to tell you to hurry the fuck up and fuck his pretty little hole (five words you had coaxed forced out of the other man) You had to fuck him back onto your cock, nails digging into the plush skin and working him up and down your dick.
Not that you minded much especially not when heā€™d ever so often let out wails and whines and you could feel his walls clenching down on your cock and you didnā€™t waste a second asking if his pretty pussy likes that or if the pretty princess is feeling good. Heā€™d only respond by telling you to shut the fuck up, even spat in your face once but hell that didnā€™t stop him from riding your dick till he finally reached his orgasm.
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bebagerie Ā· 1 year ago
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surely this is how it went
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nakathemoth Ā· 1 year ago
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Constantine honest to god thought a child had just been struck by lightning and died by his side
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helcef Ā· 8 months ago
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many thoughts abt @mizushibart ā€™s metalhead/skater ghostsoap au
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ayesopod Ā· 2 months ago
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hi red dead hii
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xiaoyanjiangw Ā· 9 months ago
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An illustration for a novelļ¼šć€ŠThe Youtuber Who Raised The Fire Dragon Cub怋ļ¼ˆao3ļ¼‰
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ohposhers Ā· 10 months ago
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i am of the firm belief grandma Rosiepuff was a smoke show in her younger years Bruce had to get his heart throb genes SOMEWHERE
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bluegiragi Ā· 6 months ago
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don't keep him waiting!!! (full vers on patreon)
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bonnieura Ā· 3 months ago
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Why are they like this
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shyravenns Ā· 10 months ago
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CoD desperately needs a beach day filler episode šŸ˜¤šŸ˜¤šŸ˜¤
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contact-guy Ā· 5 months ago
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INTERLUDE - in which everyone goes to various clubs and no one has a good time.
This is part of the Watson's Sketchbook series and really will only make sense in context of previous updates!
The text of Holmes' letter is almost entirely pulled from the ABSOLUTELY BRUTAL opening of A SCANDAL IN BOHEMIA:
It was not that he felt any emotion akin to love for Irene Adler. All emotions, and that one particularly, were abhorrent to his cold, precise but admirably balanced mind. He was, I take it, the most perfect reasoning and observing machine that the world has seen, but as a lover he would have placed himself in a false position. He never spoke of the softer passions, save with a gibe and a sneer. They were admirable things for the observerā€”excellent for drawing the veil from menā€™s motives and actions. But for the trained reasoner to admit such intrusions into his own delicate and finely adjusted temperament was to introduce a distracting factor which might throw a doubt upon all his mental results. Grit in a sensitive instrument, or a crack in one of his own high-power lenses, would not be more disturbing than a strong emotion in a nature such as his.
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