It was, in fact, still snowing, just as it had been for the past two days. If anyone could control the weather it’s probably him.”
“Dunno,” John says, reaching for his tea. Sherlock makes an irritated noise from where he’s standing in front of the window, violin held limply at his side. John doesn’t bother to look up from the book he’s reading. fanfiction fic rec THIS IS THE BEST FANFICTION EVER SRSLY carry it in my heart jewnicorns andrew/jesse jesse/andrew rpf tsn pdf He probably owns about six pairs of TOMS, but because he actually cares about shoeless children or whatever, not because it’s trendy, and he probably spends his spare time hugging puppies or, fuck, memorizing Shakespearean sonnets or something. He expects Andrew to be dorky and charming and friendly, to deliver in every scene and have every woman on the set fluttering around him like he’s their child, and that maybe he’ll drink a lot of tea out of some vintage ceramic thermos and wear giant scarves and smile a lot in a way that, if held at gunpoint, Jesse will admit is kind of stupidly adorable.
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