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Have you watched episode 3 #SuchAPrettyFace of #ShesTooFat the digital series we released on @fattvworld Check it out a the #LinkInBio #Bopo #Fosse #Style (at Chicago, Illinois) https://www.instagram.com/p/B3Gtj6JlnHB/?igshid=1hvljqhn4tt1i
Word count: 11,651 Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Sherlock (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson Characters: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson, Harry Watson, Greg Lestrade Additional Tags: Red Pants Monday, Angst, Grief/Mourning Summary:
A bit of a fic for Red Pants Monday. Said pants aren't the star of the show, but they do make a nice catalyst.
Sherlock attempts to be a good friend to John during a difficult time. It goes about as well as you'd think, at least until the kissing starts.
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Rec: One of those fics that you think is just going to be a quick little thing, and ends up being so much more.
Do you ship JOHNLOCK?
IF SO, run (do not meaner, mosey, or even just walk) to read: HOW TO MISS A TRAIN http://archiveofourown.org/users/suchaprettyface/pseuds/suchaprettyface/works
MY ONLY sadness with this story is that it's the only one the author has posted on AO3. whyyyy HUGE thanks to @willietheplaidjacket for rec it.
Rec: How to Miss a Train
How to Miss a Train, by suchaprettyface (NC-17, Sherlock, 11k)
I'm between classes right now and the day is looking long, so this is just a fly-by rec, but damn. This is one of those that you read and then spend a half hour in the corner, rocking back and forth and muttering "I'll never write this well, I'll never write this well." It's funny, it's sexy, and the longing is palpable - my favorite kind. Really, really, really fantastic.
How to Miss a Train (11651 words) by suchaprettyface Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Sherlock (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson Characters: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson, Harry Watson, Greg Lestrade Additional Tags: Red Pants Monday, Angst, Grief/Mourning Summary:
A bit of a fic for Red Pants Monday. Said pants aren't the star of the show, but they do make a nice catalyst.
Sherlock attempts to be a good friend to John during a difficult time. It goes about as well as you'd think, at least until the kissing starts.
There seems to be an influx of new and good fic into Sherlock fandom right now and this is no exception. It's told from Sherlock's POV, but it's a very John Watson fic: it seems like one thing on the surface, but once you start reading it you realize it's a very different beast indeed (which is a good thing, btw). A taste:
A violently intrusive memory: Lying on the floor in a ball, shaking so hard he can’t see, the drip-drip-drip of a leaking faucet banging like a kettledrum against the raw surface of his mind. He remembers every inch of the powder blue bathroom tile, cold and damp through his threadbare, unwashed pyjamas.
He still has nightmares, sometimes, about Lestrade finding his body, with Anderson and Donovan towering over and laughing, wielding the wordfreaklike a knife…like a needle. Childish nonsense, of course; the opinions of people like Anderson and Donovan weigh less than sunlight. Nothing so insubstantial can hurt him.
At least, not when he’s awake.
This time, something different takes control of the memory, and he hears footsteps that aren’t Mycroft’s…a shadow moves, someone kneeling, gentle but strong hands taking hold of his shoulders and helping ease him out of the fetal position…no judgment, no derision, just kindness, competence, and soft blue eyes…how different things would be now, how differenthewould be, if...
“Sherlock.”