but can you imagine sherlock on a case in like canada or something and getting lost on some back country road.
it’s night and something runs in front of his car. he brakes but not fast
enough to keep from hitting it and when he gets out of the car to check
on it it’s this bizarre blonde man with deer ears and deer legs and
sherlock is sure it’s either some hoax or a generic experiment gone
wrong.and fawnjohn
trying to run away but he’s hurt so he can’t and sherlock having to
load fawnjohn into his car and taking him back to the motel where he
fixes him and has to look after him because he doesn’t know if he should
take the creature to an animal sanctuary, a hospital, or a circus.sherlock
getting stuck in canada till fawnjohn is healed because he doesn’t know
what else to do but he’s grumpy about it because canada is boring, but
also he’s fascinated with this creature and also can’t help but notice the way the
creature’s started following him with wide blue eyes and the way it’s
stopped recoiling from him in fear and actually seems to lean into him
now when he touches it or changes its bandages.and
then when the creature is healed sherlock knowing he’s run out of
excuses to stay but not wanting to leave fawnjohn behind though he
doesn’t know why because it’s not even human and can’t even speak for
god’s sake.sherlock
trying to release fawnjohn back into the wild and fawnjohn just
standing there staring at him with his head to one side like sherlock’s
just done something strange, and sherlock grumbling as he gets back in
the car and fawnjohn jumps in behind him.sherlock
having to get a fake passport for fawnjohn and having to find clothes
that will hide his legs and a hat that will hide his ears and fawnjohn
just staring with wide trusting eyes and sherlock dresses him, grumbling
the whole time about how ridiculous this is but he imagines how annoyed
mycroft is going to be so it’s okay.fawnjohn
fidgeting on the plane the whole way back to london, his legs not
really fitting on the human seat so he has to crouch oddly the whole
way, and when the flight attendants tell him he has to sit properly for
the take off and landing, sherlock has to try and explain to the
creature that he has to sit like a human, except when he does his legs
stick out funny and his little hoofs are just flailing in the air and
everyone in the plane is trying not to look and sherlock is just glaring
at them all, daring someone to say something.in
london, leaving the airport and they get outside and there’s the shiny
black car waiting with mycroft inside, and mycroft just looks at
sherlock and at the creature he’s brought him and just sighs and opens the car door and drives them back to baker street without a single word.the
whole time fawnjohn is staring at mycroft and out the window as the
city passes by, the highway, the roads, the people, the cars, the shops.
his face is pressed against the glass, his cool, damp, freckled nose leaving marks
on the glass which mycroft glares at sherlock for and sherlock just
sulks at him.and
once back at baker street, sherlock taking fawnjohn up, introducing him
to mrs hudson as just “john” which is the name on the fake passport, and showing him around the flat and then
going to lead fawnjohn upstairs to the third floor bedroom, except that
fawnjohn’s already smelled where the strongest scent of sherlock is
coming from and sherlock is already on the second floor before he
realises that fawnjohn isn’t behind him anymore.and
he goes back down, suddenly in a panic because what if fawnjohn went
back outside, what if he’s loose in london, at danger from
traffic and cars and what if he gets lost, and sherlock’s already got
his mobile out to call mycroft when he hears a strange noise from his
bedroom, and he goes in there to find his bed sheets tossed and kicked
about and fawnjohn is in sherlock’s bed, rolling around like a cat
trying to leave its scent.and fawnjohn is grinning, so happy, and making excited little animal grunts and sherlock just knows he’s doomed
Hey Brother – Avicii
Winchester brothers. And wow this song and this vid (x)
(Source: https://www.youtube.com/)
Time And Good Fortune (10039 words) by versaphile [AO3]
Time And Good Fortune (10039 words) by versaphile [AO3]
Chapters: 3/3
Fandom: Doctor Who RPF
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: John Barrowman/David Tennant, John Barrowman/David Tennant/Scott Gill
Characters: David Tennant, John Barrowman, Scott Gill
Additional Tags: Threesome – M/M/M, Mild D/s
Summary:David learns that some opportunities need to be taken.
Okay look, I don’t read a lot of RPF. I generally avoid any rpf that’s between actors that are married if it isn’t with each other (like I won’t read Gareth/John, but I will read Mark/Ian).
However, this promised me a John/David/Scott threesome, so I gave it a chance.
And hooooooly crap this is hot as hell. And the characterization is spot on. Even if you don’t usually read rpf, you should give this one a try.
Launch Sequence
Of all the ways to die, of course Castiel would sacrifice himself for humanity on a tiny, backwater planet. Jack’s got to go on without him, lest that sacrifice be for nothing. He’s got to lead, and he’s got to get these people to safety, even if they hate him for what he has to do.
Imagine one night the pipes break in Steve’s suite, so when he goes to take a shower in the morning instead of the regular hot water he’s hit by an icy cold blast and it sends him into shock. (Teammate of your choice) finds him hours later curled up naked on his bed covered by every blanket he owns trying not to have a panic attack.
When Bucky gets back to the apartment (not home, not yet), he doesn’t call out for Steve, not like he wants to. It’s late, and Steve, if he knows what’s good for him, should be asleep. Not waiting up, not like he used to, back when Bucky would come home from bars drunk as a skunk and with lipstick stains on his collar.
So Bucky lets himself into the darkened apartment as quietly as possible, takes his boots off at the doorway. He’s halfway to the kitchen, planning on getting himself a glass of water, when he hears the sobbing.
The thing about Steve is, he’s never been much of a crier. Well, he has, but not the kind that makes a fuss about it. Always these little gasps, shoving his fist into his mouth to keep himself from getting any louder.
So when Bucky hears a choked-off sob cut through the apartment, he doesn’t hesitate. Doesn’t bother to take off his gear, just heads to Steve’s bedroom, only hesitates for a moment at the closed door.
A large, shaking bundle of blankets is in the center of Steve’s bed, and oh. It’s one of those nights.
This time there are at least seven blankets. It’s hard to count, really, because even though most everything Steve does tends to Army-neat, this isn’t. He’s all tangled up in them, so much so that Bucky wonders how he can even breathe.
A few seconds of peeling away blankets, and, there, Steve’s looking at him, face suspiciously shiny in the moonlight. The sight of Bucky seems to just make him cry harder. “B-uck, I-i-i-i wanted to be—” deep, heavy breath, “wanted it to be ov-er before you…” And then he’s just crying, the hitches in his breathing letting Bucky know a panic attack might be close.
He’s a little surprised, honestly, when he finds Steve naked under the blankets, but doesn’t stop, just keeps moving them around, making space for himself.
Steve stiffens at first, and Bucky imagines the uniform must feel strange, pressed against his skin, but a second later he’s pressing closer, tangling their legs together. Steve’s always been tactile, especially like this, so Bucky goes with it, brings his flesh arm up to cup the back of Steve’s neck. “Where are you, Stevie?” he asks, trying to be gentle. It’s still hard for him, sometimes. He’s still scared.
“C-old,” Steve says, his breathing already a little better.
“Just like old times then, huh? Me keeping your skinny ass warm in Brooklyn.” Bucky smiles at the memory. “But where are we right now?”
It takes Steve a minute, but that’s okay. Bucky waits. “Stark Tower. 2014.”
“You know what we’re gonna do tomorrow?”
“D-debriefing?”
Bucky laughs, but makes sure to keep it soft. “Well, first I’m gonna tell Fury to fuck off. I can debrief later. But we’re gonna go to that park, the one that Sam always walks his dog at? That’s your favorite, isn’t it?”
Steve nods.
“We’re gonna go to that park, and, hell, maybe we’ll invite some other people too—” Steve shakes his head. “Ok, just the two of us. And you’ll bring your sketchbook and make like the artsy nerd you are, and I’ll bring that new magazine Nat bought me, and about every five seconds some nervous little kid is gonna approach you and ask for a picture and then give you a hug and you’re gonna tear up every time.”
“Will not.”
“Shush, you big sap, I’m trying to talk. We’ll just be there, the two of us, and the sun’ll be out—checked that app on my phone just before I got back, said the sky’s gonna be crystal clear. You’ll be able to feel it on your skin, all nice and warm. Sound all right to you?”
“Yeah,” Steve says, clears his throat. “Yeah.” Their noses are touching, breaths mingling.
Bucky hesitates. “Want me go change? The kevlar can’t feel that great—”
“Stay. Please.” Steve’s chewing his lip, not meeting Bucky’s eyes.
So Bucky stays.
‘they say if you can’t sleep, it’s because you’re awake in someone else’s dream’ AU where this is scientifically proven to be true
Steve has terrible insomnia after Bucky falls, only getting brief amounts of sleep. He doesn’t realise it’s because, amongst being found and operated on, Bucky’s fevered dreams are of Steve coming to save him
And there are times when Hydra can’t get the Winter Soldier to sleep: they’ll put him in cryo, but he’ll be awake and aware, because Steve’s frozen mind still dreams of him, and the life they could have had, even as he’s buried in Arctic ice
Steve’s insomnia is only occasional, after he’s thawed out – that’s because the Winter Soldier only sometimes remembers him, occasionally dreaming of his laugh, or his smile, or his eyes, but not remembering him completely
The sleeplessness comes back at full force, though, once Bucky’s broken free: they dream of one another all the time, troubled by the fact they’re apart, both lying awake on alternate nights as the other dreams of them – until finally, after decades, they don’t sleep apart anymore
IT’S MYSTRADE THURSDAY
I should do a thing
(Looks like Mycroft wants to “do a thing”, too. As it were.)
Yes. Yes he does and yes you should!
