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anonymous January 6 2011, 05:58:10 UTC
I'd love something about Sherlock&John's clothing barter system in this verse!
Bring on the "Sherlock wearing John's sweaters" fics!

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bakerstdivision January 6 2011, 17:22:38 UTC
I bet the t-shirt Sherlock is wearing insideout at the beginning of TGG is actually Johns. (And maybe the pyjama bottoms are too? xD)

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ext_341334 January 7 2011, 00:58:42 UTC
T-Shirt I can see, but BC's legs are so long so maybe the pyjama bottoms are his own? I don't know, it's just hard to see JW buying pyjama's that would be that obviously too large. (I second the t-shirt part though. XD)

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beansidhe_baby January 15 2011, 16:54:48 UTC
I dunno, my nana buys jumpers that are clearly too small for my grandpa and then gives them to my dad, because she's odd and wouldn't just buy a jumper for him in the first place. John might buy bottoms "for himself" and then "allow" Sherlock to steal them because he was secretly worried about his flatmate catching his death of cold. Or something.

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Question for OP! anonymous January 7 2011, 22:48:13 UTC
Would you prefer Sherlock/John or gen/bromance? What I'm writing could go either way, I think, so I thought I'd ask you about the ending.

(And if Sherlock/John is acceptable, would you be all right with a bit of half-naked, in-each-other's-clothes sex?)

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Re: Question for OP! anonymous January 7 2011, 22:58:46 UTC
OP here!
I have no preference...The only thing required is a good amount of fluff!

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Re: Question for OP! anonymous January 7 2011, 23:13:29 UTC
Ooo, excellent! Fluff-filled it is! :D

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Barter System 1/11 anonymous January 11 2011, 11:38:18 UTC
(Sorry this took me so long, and I ended up going a bit off track at the end, but I hope you like it anyway, OP!)

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The first time John notices Sherlock wearing one of his tee-shirts, he’s surprised. Not that Sherlock would invade John’s privacy and take whatever he liked for his own use, of course, John’s gotten used to that, irritating though it is. No, what surprises him is that it’s John’s clothes that Sherlock has decided to help himself to. And not to perform some kind of experiment on the melting point of cotton tee-shirts worn by ex-army doctors or something, just to wear.

It’s, well, it’s kind of cute. John has to hide a wince at that thought, because that’s not really the kind of thought you should be having about your flatmate, is it, finding the fact that he’s stolen an item of your clothing and is wearing it around cute? And really, there’s a million reasons Sherlock could’ve decided to wear his shirt. For all John knows, it could be some kind of experiment. Comparing fibre textures and their affect on skin, maybe, or ( ... )

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Barter System 2/11 anonymous January 11 2011, 11:39:10 UTC
Until the second time, months later ( ... )

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Barter System 3/11 anonymous January 11 2011, 11:40:05 UTC
The third time, it’s another jumper. When John comes home with the shopping, Sherlock is sprawled out on the sofa. Upside down, with his feet braced against the wall, head hanging a few inches above the floor, and wearing his pyjama bottoms and John’s stripy jumper.

“How long have you been like that?” John asks, going to put the shopping away.

“Not long,” Sherlock says.

“Yeah, well, sit up, would you?” John asks. “Bad for blood circulation.”

There’s the creaking of sofa cushions as Sherlock moves, surprisingly without comment. John finishes putting things away in the kitchen, then returns to the living room. Sherlock’s on his laptop now, and John sits on the sofa next to him, switching on the TV.

“Is this going to be a thing now?” John asks, eying his jumper. “You stealing my clothes whenever you feel like?”

Sherlock looks offended. “I’m not stealing them, John. We have a barter system ( ... )

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Barter System 4/11 anonymous January 11 2011, 11:41:16 UTC
It’s remarkably easy to settle into the barter system ( ... )

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Barter System 5/11 anonymous January 11 2011, 11:42:30 UTC
Four hours into the party, and John’s leaning against a wall with a glass of eggnog in one hand, attention split between chatting amiably with a nurse and watching Sherlock deep in conversation with two doctors. Sherlock looks - only mildly irritated, and actually slightly interested, which is a good sign ( ... )

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Barter System 6/11 anonymous January 11 2011, 11:43:26 UTC
Instead, she distracts him with swapping stories of their worst patients ever (names changed to protect the not-so-innocent, of course).

“-and then, not too long after the ‘I won’t stop going to work even with a broken arm’ incident, he calls me while I’m with another patient to demand I see him immediately, because he’s dying. He shows up with a head cold and asks my stance on mercy killings,” John says.

“Oh, God, absolutely no way,” Sarah says through her giggles. “I refuse to believe that - hang on, was this patient Sherlock?”

“Can’t tell you,” John says. “Violates doctor patient con - confidential-”

“Wait, I’ve just thought of something,” Sarah interrupts. “If he’s wearing your shirt, wouldn’t it be way too short? It doesn’t look it.”

“That one’s a bit long on me. And he’s wearing his own jacket and trousers; with those, no one’s going to notice if they can’t see his shirt sleeves under his jacket ones,” John says.

“Mmm, true,” Sarah agrees. “Thank God for expensive tailoring, just look at that arse.”

“Oh, God, I know,” ( ... )

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Barter System 7/11 anonymous January 11 2011, 11:44:16 UTC
The next morning, John’s definitely hung over. Not enough that he feels sick or regrets drinking as much as he had, but enough that he doesn’t feel like doing anything besides lounging on the sofa and watching bad telly. He doesn’t even feel like getting dressed after he showers, and thinks about spending the day in just his boxers. He reconsiders when he finds Sherlock’s purple shirt still over the back of his chair. John runs his fingers over the silk, then slips it on. It won’t button properly, of course, but that doesn’t bother him ( ... )

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Barter System 8/11 anonymous January 11 2011, 11:45:10 UTC
“Consider me suitably chastised and well aware of the future consequences of my actions,” Sherlock says, sounding bored. “Now you lot can be on your way.”

Lestrade sighs. “I want the copies you’ve made of them, too.”

Sherlock’s bored expression fades, turning into something of a pout. “Fine,” he mutters, going over to the coffee table and leaning down to riffle through some of the papers on it.

“I mean it, Sherlock, you can’t-” Lestrade says, but John stops paying attention.

Sherlock’s wearing something around his neck, made obvious when he leaned over and it swung free. It’s metal, light glints off it as it hangs in the air, and, now that John’s noticed it, even when Sherlock straightens and it settles back against Sherlock’s chest.

It’s John’s dog tags.

Anger fills John, sharp and deep. He’d told Sherlock his army things were off-limits, and John hadn’t touched that bloody coat, Sherlock has no right to be wearing them. John should have known Sherlock would have no respect for the rules John’d made, even when they were for ( ... )

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Barter System 9/11 anonymous January 11 2011, 11:46:03 UTC
“You’re wearing my tags, Sherlock,” John says, like if he just keeps saying it, Sherlock will get it. Which he knows is ridiculous, but-

“You’ve said that three times. I find it unnecessary and irritating when someone repeats himself so often,” Sherlock says, eyes narrowed.

Yup. Ridiculous. “Yeah, well, I find it unnecessary and irritating when someone breaks the one rule of his own bloody idea.”

Sherlock frowns. “I haven’t done anything wrong,” he says defensively.

“My tags, Sherlock,” John says. “Yes, I know, I’m repeating myself, but as you’re refusing to get it, it seems to be my only option. I haven’t touched your damn coat, so why are you wearing my tags?”

Sherlock reaches up, closing his fingers loosely around the tags. “You said it was your uniform and camouflage that were off limits,” he says quietly.

“No, you said that. I said, ‘my army things.’ I would’ve thought a genius could figure out that dog tags are part of army things. Then again, I would’ve thought a genius would be able to discern that a box at the ( ... )

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