she says I like long walks and sci-fi movies

TECHNICALLY it is my big bang posting date, but it is only just not yesterday, and so here is ONE LAST REC before I go to bed. In the morning: BIG BANGGG.

Day Three:

These Things Were Promises
by paperclipbitch
Watson doesn't know what he wants from Holmes. Holmes won't tell him.
This fic is what saved me from floundering over speech-patterns endlessly as the word count on the fic stayed stubbornly low. Holmes and Watson are so very Holmes and Watson, and there are several pieces of work done shoddily and more than a few hours sleep missed because another chapter of this (it's now finished) was posted. I HEART THIS FIC, okay. There's a brutal cliffhanger in one of the later chapters as well, okay, so consider that forewarning that I didn't have, and nor did I have the next chapter to read straight after, and when I sent this link to my friend to read, I genuinely got a phone call when she got up to that part that went a little something like this:

ME: Hel-
FRIEND: ZOMGWTFAKJSDHSGFHJSGFHJAWaaaaaaaaaaaaaaugh
ME: -lo.

What I am saying is: read this fic.