[Sherlock] slipped his own tongue into John’s mouth as an experiment. As long as it was John, it would be fine.
A totally unique take on the Alpha-Beta-Omega universe trope; I loved everything about it. Sherlock treating his transport as an experiment, John silently suffering through his feelings, and both of them unable to actually talk about what the fuck is going on so they just dance around the truth that they both are scared the other person will disprove. Oh, it’s glorious. (Note: Read the warnings and summary carefully!)
It was just nice to date again. While it lasted. –JW
You deserve someone who actually likes you. –SH
Written entirely in texts, this fic gives you a snapshot into what’s probably the “truest” form of communication between Sherlock and John. The lack of a narrator, unreliable or otherwise, makes for a refreshingly objective read. This is probably the strongest of the “texting” format fics, and has a wonderful payoff.
“Stop me if it hurts,” Thor said, and there was genuine care in his voice.
The way Steve craves the feeling of fragility from before the serum in this fanfic is so tangible. I love the slow build, and how Thor obliges in such a delightful way.
“I fucking wither without you,” Arthur suddenly rasps out, dragging his face along Merlin’s, their cheeks sliding roughly together. “You know that?”
Rec: This is fucking heart-breaking. And so, so realistic. I adore how terrible Arthur and Merlin are to each other, all because they can’t imagine life without the other.
She tugs down her skirt, waits until he looks vaguely respectable, and shows him the door. He forgets the file.
Rec: An insanely hot fic w/ Mycroft as Sherlock’s older sister. Her and John come to An Arrangement, of sorts, and have all sorts of filthy sex that they never discuss. The dialogue is brilliant, and Mycroft as a woman works so well for me.
They can both hear the Doctor swallow. “You’re children,” he says, and the hint of threat in his voice makes Rory shiver. “And I am an old, old man.”
Rec: I love fics that incorporate that hint of menace — that danger — of being involved with The Doctor.
Evan thinks: there’s only so long you can spend trying to piss just one person off before that turns to wanting them to look at you, before that turns to them being one of the most important people in your life.
Rec: This Evan is so conflicted, in such a compelling way. He’s so flawed, but trying. And he and Johnny are so, so bad for each other — but who else understands their lives?
“Let me make this very clear,” John said. Munson straightened further, and Parker looked at the ground. Bethanne’s eyes were wide, although John thought that was mostly because he smelled bad. “You’re—all of you—to stay away from Dr. McKay. You’re not to tamper—to take advantage of his condition, that’s an order.”
“Yessir,” they mumbled, although John distinctly saw Bethanne roll her eyes. He chose to ignore it.
“You can spread the word,” he said.
“The civilians, sir,” Munson said. “McKay is over eighteen, and—”
“No one’s going to mess around with him,” John said. “Understood?”
They all nodded, abashed, and John turned around and went back up the stairs. He was barely up the first flight when he heard Lieutenant Munson say, breathless,
“Oh shit, rape me now.”“Yum,” Parker said, and then they all dissolved into laughter. John took the next three flights double-time.
Rec: Helen fucking kills this deaging fic. Rodney is a cherubic fresh-faced pleaser and John feels like a creeper and basically glares at everyone that even glances at ~20-year-old Rodney. ADORABLE.
“If I were to make someone my fiancée, they would wear that ring. I haven’t had its worth estimated lately, but regardless, Meemaw would want you to wear it. She loves pranks like this. She’s the one who came up with the word bazinga.”
Rec: Penny takes to Facebook to defend Sheldon’s honor, and ends up accompanying him to his high school reunion as his “fiance”. Of course, they fall “accidentally in love” and it’s adorable.
“Chris says the script’s coming along,” she says, and her bare toes are pressing into his calf, through his slacks.
“Chris says a lot of things,” he replies, flatly, and she laughs (and it’s still loud and infectious and disarmingly unselfconscious).
Rec: Deliciously subtle, and such a mind-fuck how “in character” it is, really.
Two months later, Bill and Leonard visited the set unexpectedly.
“Oh my God,” Bill announced as he walked onto the bridge set, Leonard in tow. “This is. Decadence.”
“I think they’re all plugged in. They said the Matrix was fake, right?” Leonard asked. “I’m very much starting to have my doubts.”
Rec: Mr. Nimoy makes a confession; hilarity ensues. I absolutely adore the interaction between the Prime Universe and Reboot actors. I also almost tagged this JJ/Diet Coke.
Nearly two years later, he’s back in the studio for Kingdom Come. It’s just after midnight, and they’re taking a short break from listening to samples. He ends the call with B and looks up to find Kanye staring at him. Like Ye often does. Jay’s given up on making any kind of sense of Kanye’s actions.
“For real,” Ye says, pausing for effect. “The next time you get the idea to retire for the good of hip-hop, miss me on that announcement. Please.”
Jay laughs hard, because goddamn. “Fuck you,” he replies, and they get back to work.
Rec: Ah. May. Zing. I don’t care if you don’t listen to hip-hop; this story stands on its own rights. Fantastic story-telling.
And so I finish that raucous night in the kitchen with the Calormen ambassador, cooking a feast in the Calormen style for a ravenous room of Wer-Wolves. It’s a rush to be back on the line, and there’s nothing like cooking with a beautiful woman who knows her way around the kitchen, especially when she strips down to a black silk bodysuit so her gauze draperies won’t catch fire. Even when we both know she’s going home with a man who could bite my head off.
Rec: An episode of No Reservations in Narnia. Absolutely spot on Anthony Bourdain voice, and a wonderful cast of supporting characters.
Where’d you go? Hi, Giant…oh, Giiiiiiant… Hogarth peered through the water, as far as he could see, until black swallowed up the blue. Come back! Hey, come back! He took a step, then another, a school of fish swirling around him, scales glinting silvery as metal.
Hogarth was alone. The water grew colder.
Come back!
(Come back.)
The picture of his father that he kept on his nightstand appeared, hovering in the water. It was the one of his dad in flight gear about to climb into a fighter plane.
(He’s not coming back.)
Rec: Hogarth grieves. The Giant finds him again.
WOULD THOSE OFFERING PEERAGE CONSIDER REDRAWING A LINE ON A MAP AN ACCEPTABLE SUBSTITUTE? SH
WHICH MAP? IF KASHMIR, FORGET IT. MYCROFT
NOT KASHMIR. FURNESS. SH
WILL SEE WHAT CAN BE ARRANGED. MYCROFT
Rec: John takes Sherlock away from London for some needed rest after a particularly harrowing case. An emotionally meaty and ultimately delightful romp in the countryside.