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johnlock and codependency yum

The Lying Detective really shows how absolutely miserable Sherlock is without John. He attempts therapy, he relapses into his drug habit, he implies that he’s suicidal “you’re suicidal, you’re allowed chips. Trust me, it’s about the only perk”, he’s tired, his hair is messy and outgrown, his face isn’t shaved, his clothes are carelessly thrown on, he almost sends a client to the police because it’s “too weird for him”, his flat is a mess, Wiggins is practically looking after him to make sure he’s alive, there’s not a single person in his general vicinity that’s not worried about him

So yes you can deny Johnlock all you want but take one look at the state of Sherlock Holmes after being abandoned by John and tell me that he doesn’t love that man more than life itself

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haii miroo !! welcome back to tumblr YIPPEE ! i hope ure doing okay recently ! whenever you pop up on my feed (like literally anywhere) i always think of you like a warm fuzzy ball becos its literally YOUR energy ^^ i absolutely adore your art style btw (like its so cuddly and cute OMGG) + i love how open you're abt your yumeships (LIKE you're so reall) we heart mirin. we heart (insert other of your yumeships here becos i lowk forgot HELPP) (ps: the mitsumi cat form as your pfp is SO CUTEE)

OH GOODNESS HAI ANONN !!!! you're so sweet !!! 🥲🥲🥲 THANK U SO MUCH FOR LIKING MY ART !!! i'm still trying to figure out what my style is but at least some people find it pleasing :3 AND YES WE HEART MIRINN !!! 💝💝💝💝

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hi hi miro!!!! it's been forever, how've you been???

LEO-CHAN HI HI HIII !!! ur hoshina feels nostalgic for some reason ..... 🥲 i've been doing well !!!! just preparing for school since it's starts on monday !!! hope ur doing well too <3 LOTS OF LOVEE !!! 💝💝💝

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miro!!! hi hi and welcome back!!

hi jea-chan !!!! i am back for now :3 (lurking to read marvel & spn fics)

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MIRO UR BACK OMG i missed uuuu

KHLO-CHAN HAII !!! i just pop in sometimes lol .. I MISSED YOU TOO !!!! 🩷🩷🩷

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MIIIIRO HEY! HRU

SEN-CHAN HAIII !!! I'M DOING WELL !!! i've been watching lots of new series' before school starts ^_^ HOPE YOU'RE DOING WELL TOO !!! 🩷🩷🩷

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Loki + tumblr [317/?], an all Mobius edition

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the beloved !!!!

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kay-chan bday today ... might draw something for them

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Miro, how are you, loveyy 💞 It’s been so long oh em gee

hi, eumy-chan !!! it's been so long wahhh TT i am currently on summer break ! school starts next month :3 i've been watching movies and series' to pass the time ! so overall, i'm doing ok !!! hope you're doing wonderful and always stay hydrated, love u lots mwahhh !!!!! 🩷🩷🩷

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take a look at my girlfriend, she's the only one i got!

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hai everypony !!! i hope you all are having a wonderful day and if you ever need someone to talk to, i'm always here !!! <3

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been having this realllyyyy big crush on james mcavoy ...

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HAI EVERYPONYYY ! ! ! ! installed tumblr on my phone again bcus i miss u all :3 ( and i miss reading x reader fics too ... )

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question! are u nonsharing?

hi anon ! yes i am ! ^_^

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his one and only. <3

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how easy it would be to forge itoshi rin’s signature.

“What’re you doing?”

Rin sat on your bed, his back pressed against the headboard, legs stretched out in front of him. Your dorm was decent, neat in some areas, and cluttered in others—nothing too bad to the point where it was concerning. The desk was stacked with books and loose papers, a mug of half-finished tea sat forgotten on the little kitchen counter, and the walls were decorated with a mix of posters that he remembered you saying that you liked, candid polaroids, and lots of memorabilia.

You sat cross-legged beside him, practically bouncing as you shoved your scrapbook into his lap, your excitement bubbling over like always. Rin had long since learned that when you got like this, there was no stopping you—only surviving.

Surviving meant just going with whatever it is that you wanted.

“You have to sign this page,” you said, pointing eagerly at a newly decorated spread.

“It’s for today, so I don’t forget it.”

Rin glanced down.

The page was filled with doodles—some of him, some of a soccer ball, and what seemed to be a very lopsided drawing of a goalpost. You’d also glued a small Polaroid of you two together from earlier, where you had ambushed him for a selfie after his practice.

Without a word, he picked up the pen (a glittery navy blue one, if he may add) you handed him and flipped to the empty space at the bottom of the page. He’d done this enough times that he didn’t need to think about it. With fluid, precise strokes, he wrote his full name: Itoshi Rin.

No embellishments, no fancy loops, just his name.

As soon as he finished, you leaned over to inspect it.

You blinked.

Then blinked again.

“That’s it?” you asked, tilting your head.

Rin frowned. “What?”

“I mean…” You pursed your lips, squinting at his handwriting like you were analyzing a piece of evidence. “Your signature is so simple. I could probably forge it.”

Rin immediately shot you a warning look, as if already giving you an internal monologue. “Don’t.”

“But it’s so easy,” you said, dragging out the last word as you grinned. “Like, I could totally get away with it.”

He sighed, running a hand down his face.

“Why would you want to?”

“Well,” you hummed, tapping your chin in exaggerated thought. “What if I need to sign something important on your behalf? Like, let’s say you’re too busy being a famous soccer player, and I need to approve some official documents for you.”

“You don’t.”

“But what if?” You smiled, leaning closer, eyes gleaming with mischief. “What if a brand deal needs your signature, and you’re not around, and the deadline is right now? I could save the day.”

“You’d get arrested for fraud.”

“Would I, though?” You poked his arm, and Rin shrugged with a quick, quiet sigh. “Because I’m pretty sure your manager would just be like, ‘Wow, what a responsible lover! Always taking care of Rin!’”

Rin’s face fell flat.

“No, they’d be like, ‘Wow, what a criminal. Get them arrested immediately.’”

You laughed, completely unbothered. “Okay, fine, I won’t forge your signature for business deals. But, hypothetically speaking, what if I had to? Like, say I get kidnapped—”

Rin groaned, already regretting engaging in this conversation.

“Why are you kidnapped now?”

“Because!” You gestured dramatically.

“Some rival team wants to use me as leverage against you. They tell me, ‘If Rin doesn’t throw his next match, we’ll make you disappear!’”

He let out a slow breath. “Then I’d just find you.”

“Oh?” You awed, tilting your head. “You’d come rescue me?”

Rin didn’t even hesitate.

Why would he?

“Obviously.”

For a brief moment, you paused, your playful demeanor faltering as you stared at him. Then, just as quickly, you shook off the thought and cheekily smiled.

“Okay, okay, new scenario,” you continued. “What if you get kidnapped—”

“Why am I getting kidnapped now?”

“Because you’re Rin Itoshi! Maybe some crazy fan takes you hostage, or a rival team wants to sabotage you, or, I don’t know, some billionaire wants to add you to their private collection of elite soccer players.”

“That’s not how people work.”

“Well, whatever the reason,” you said, waving a hand, “you’re held captive, and they demand that you sign a fake retirement letter so you can never play soccer again. But! You refuse because you’re stubborn, so they bring me in and tell me, ‘Forge his signature, or else!’”

Rin leaned his head back against the headboard, closing his eyes. He could feel you draping your legs over his, and he made no move to try to move them away. “I hate that you put this much thought into these things.”

“Come on, it’s fun.”

“No, it’s exhausting.”

“Well, since you refuse to make your signature harder to copy, you better hope no one actually tries to forge it.”

He cracked an eye open to give you a skeptical look. “Are you planning to?”

You gasped, placing a hand over your heart like he had just accused you of the worst crime imaginable. “Me? Your beloved? I would never commit fraud against you.”

Rin didn’t look convinced.

“Okay, okay,” you relented, leaning back against the pillows. “I won’t forge your signature. But you should really think about making it cooler. Maybe add a little flourish?”

“No.”

“An underline?”

“No.”

“A small soccer ball doodle at the end?”

“No.”

You pouted. “You have no fun.”

“And you have too much.”

You laughed again before turning your attention back to the scrapbook. Running a finger over his signature, you muttered, “Still, I bet I could copy it.”

Rin reached over and flicked your forehead.

“Ow!” You swatted at him, though there was no real force behind it.

He clicked his tongue, though softly. “Try it, and I’ll make sure you never get to hold my autograph again.”

You gasped dramatically. “You wouldn’t!”

“Try me.”

You huffed before flopping onto your stomach, burying your face into the bed. “You’re so mean.”

“And you’re ridiculous.”

“Yeah, but you like me anyway.”

Rin rolled his eyes but didn’t argue. Instead, he reached for your scrapbook, flipping through the pages filled with their memories. His name was already scrawled across several of them, marking the proof of your time together.

“Next time,” you said, peeking at him, “I’m making you sign in cursive.”

“No, you’re not.”

“Yes, I am.”

“No.”

“Just wait and see, Rin. I’ll wear you down eventually.”

Rin exhaled slowly. If it were anyone else, he would have dismissed the idea entirely. But this was you. If there was one thing he had learned about you, it was that you were relentless.

And, somehow, he didn’t really mind.

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