#anyway I have normal thoughts about amelia watson

[ministarfruit]

day 27: did it for you ♡

(prompt list for femslashfeb)

[all-the-names-are-taken-aaaaa]

Mess with me fine mess with someone I care about you are playing with fire

As mad and disappointed as Marinette got at her class, at Lila, at Miss Bustier, at Mr. Damocles, at Hawkmoth, hell even Gabriel, she never broke her rules.

Never ask personal favors from clients.

Never publicly use your training.

Never let them know about your wealth.

But staring at a crying Chloe Bourgeois who had stood in the rain for god knows how long waiting for someone to open the bakery, she couldn't help the snapping sensation.

"I didn't know were else to go." Chloe managed through her sons. Marinette calmly guided the broken girl to her room. Chloe had passed out before she could get across what had happened. Marinette hummed.

Picking up her phone Marinette paused briefly. "Hey M wha-" Marinette cut him off "I need the security footage of all of the mayors residents. I would do it myself but his daughter is passed out on my lap. I'll pay." The man on the other side is silent for a minute "my brother can get it quicker. No need to pay but could you consider a contract. Even just looking at it would be enough."

"I'm going to say it has something to do with a bet. Just make sure none of the more violent members of your family is there I'm not sure what you'll find." Marinette hums before hanging up. Grayson would probably do more that get the footage but a contract with them would probably be beneficial.

Chloe rolled over in her sleep. Marinette moves down stairs. Her parents turn to her. "I wouldn't be attending school today. I believe this mater should be dealt with first." Her parents nodded then continued to prepare for the day.

Marinette walks back upstairs before making another call. "Mr Watson terribly sorry to be calling at this hour." Audible shuffling "Mari Mari it's not a problem at all. Though you normally aren't up this early did you sleep any?" Watson asks. " yes and I quiet regret it. There's a situation. I need some assistance with a friend of mine"

" shit your talking like sherlock. I'll be there as soon as I can. I can't promise he won't tag along." Watson says hurriedly "I called ina faver someone will be there to get you in five." Marinette hung up. "Kaalki, Trixx"

"Yes" the two appear. "Kaalki full gallop" Trixx make an allusion of me sleeping on the couch.

"I am terribly sorry Mr Holmes. I only have clearance for Dr Watson. Actually you are banned from Paris because of the possibility of Acumatization." Holly explains. "You really expect me to believe that after she just called in not one but two favors." Holmes looks on unbelievablingly. " you'll find sir Miss Marinette is willing to pay for services provided. She is an active part in investigating Hawkmoth as you well know." Huffing Holmes sits down as Holly brings Dr Watson through the portal. "I thought she said she slept?"

"Doesn't counteract staying awake half a week. The girl is in miss Marinettes room once you have checked her I'll be ready to take you back."

Marinette stared at the ceiling it had been two hours since she found Chloe. Chloe had some bruising from falling on her way there. thank god. Chloe also had a respiratory infection dew to standing in the cold rain crying all night as it turned out.

Then there was the reason she was standing in the rain all night. Chloe had been kicked out for being gay. Weather or not it was true Marinette could only guess, but Lila and Alya had fabricated enough evidence to make it seem so.

Marinette turned toward Chloe. She could contact chloe's mom and hope for a better reaction. If she didn't get the reaction she hoped for she could always corner the woman in the business world.

But that could get messy and Chloe needs something more stable. "I'm breaking all sorts of rules today huh." Marinette hit her head on the desk. "Well I was planning to buy the building eventually anyway. I can hire a manager."

Chloe was still asleep at lunch time when Nadja and Bridget came by.

"Sorry I called you on such short notice." Marinette apologizes as she sets the plates down.

"It's fine. Your parents said it was important" Nadja states.

"Yes I have a story for you. Or rather a news collab. However I'm not sure how much you'll be able to use as we will have to get permission for some interviews. Here is all my recipes. I am asking one other reporter to help as a favor Miss Louis. I designed some dresses for her."

"This has to do with the school doesn't it." Bridget pales looking at the binder full of papers.

"I wish it was just that. There's more a lot more but I didn't have time to make more physical copies. Here's the computer version." Marinette hands the girls the flashdrives.

"Why didn't you bring any of this to me before?" Bridget asks.

"I was the main target so why would i?" Marinette shrugs.

The women left to do their respective jobs. No doubt Bridget would have the school under investigation be the time Marinette made it back.

"Hello Miss Amelia" Marinette greeted through the phone. "MDC it's good to hear from you. How is my comission coming along?" Amelia asks happily.

"It's ready to be shipped. I actually called for another reason. Your son is quite business inclined corect?" Marinette continues to write up a contract as she does the call.

"Oh yes but he doesn't seem interested in opening his own business yet." Amelia explains.

"I am starting a side project. I was wondering if he would be interested in it since it would be competitive with both the Agrests and the Mayor. I will be involving a few others his age. I can send over the contract by the end of the day" Marinette explains.

"I can certainly see. Thank you for considering my son in such a big project."

Marinette turned to the half asleep Chloe. "Here it will make you feel better" Marinette hands her some meds. "You need more rest after you eat."

"Do you know what happened?" Chloe asks after eating. "I do. Though I made sure to get those posts taken down before anyone else could see them."

Chloe looks up in shock. "Tomorrow we are going to get you some new things. Quiet frankly you spent to much time with Gabriel criticizing your clothes and I doubt you want to go back there while you are sick." Chloe nods before laying back down.

Next call would be Jagged. That would be interesting but that would have to wait till morning. Chloe would need to be awake.

[mysewingadventures]

Historical Accuracy of Costumes in Period Films

I thought it would be a fun idea to comment on different movies’ costumes as I have been watching a lot of movies in quarantine and love historical costuming so what better way to combine the two! I’ve started writing about one or the other movie already but soon realized that the most popular movies/shows out there have already been taken apart one too many times so it’s unnecessary to just repeat what others have already said (eg. Little Women, Outlander, and whatever the hell happened to Reign’s costume department). But today I was bored so I decided to watch a movie and found out about The Aeronauts. First and foremost, if you ever have a chance to watch the movie, please do, it’s incredible. It tells the story of a pilot and a meteorologist in the year 1862 who take on a hot air balloon trip to research weather changes and beat the world record of 23,000 ft of altitude. I am not going to include any spoilers so if you haven’t seen it and would like to, you can still read this post as I am just going to be talking about the costumes.

I have close to no knowledge about men’s wear (sadly, I would like to change that!) so I am just going to focus on Amelia Rennes’ clothes (also, during my search for images as Amazon Prime doesn’t let you take screenshots, she was only ever referred to as Amelia Wren. Weird, since in the movie it is written out as Rennes.) Anyways, the first time we see Amelia I was a little taken aback by her rather extravagant, if not even scandalous dress, if I may say so.

I’ve included the fashion plate to show you the general shape/style/silhouette of the actual early 1860s so you can see the similarities, especially to that blue dress in the first photo.

Seeing her sister Antonia and all the other people around her dressed in appropriate 1860’s gowns, I soon realized there had to be a reason for her wearing that short dress, and I was right. In the beginning, she comes off as a very eccentric personality, which absolutely fits in with her putting on a show in front of all those people and entertaining them.

Throughout the movie we see her wearing her normal, everyday clothing, like this one for example.

At first, I was unsure about the bolero as it does look more like a modern but altered blazer jacket but once I found out about Zouave Jackets, I could totally see this being worn in the 1860s. Here’s a contemporary example of a zouave jacket:

Usually, they would be matching the dress but as you can see in the contemporary photo, they could have different colors, and besides, it totally makes sense for her to be wearing a black jacket rather than a purple one.

Next up we have this beauty of a gown.

The entire ball scene was stunning, (albeit her makeup being very modern), you can see some other women standing in the background wearing gorgeous dresses. And I love how she’s the only one wearing black and it ties in with her backstory but nobody mentions it, a prime example of communication through costume design.

There was another scene that I unfortunately found no pictures from online, one where Amelia is lying on the ground in basically her underwear and you can see all the layers she’s wearing - a chemise, corset, corset cover, and the skirt! And while we’re on the topic of corsets, I may be wrong but I have not spotted one uncorseted person, which is a great win for period movies! Unfortunately, there are still way too many film makers and/or actors who simply don’t understand that corsets aren’t torture devices (I am.... obviously not talking about Emma Watson in Beauty and the Beast.....) And also, there was a fair amount of bonnets!

Overall, I am very pleased with the costume department, all gowns I saw were very accurate, I also loved that in the beginning, when people are walking through London, the majority are wearing crinolines but you can spot some who are only wearing bum pads! We have to remember that not everyone wore crinolines and stayed 1000% strict to the latest fashion trends. It was especially less wealty looking women who didn’t wear crinolines which makes total sense as they would have had to work, usually in the field, and a super wide dress would just be in the way the whole time, and also some older people might just not feel the need to jump on this still rather new trend. It wasn’t all exactly like we see it on fashion plates or in photographs, and I think the movie depicted those differences very well, they were very subtle and someone who hasn’t spent years studying historical fashion might not notice, but it just helps set the scene. I am still very confused about Amelia’s show dress, I do not know if a dress like this would have been worn even just for the show, but it fits into the story so I’m not gonna complain!

[allaroundcringey]

Dependency ~ Sherlock Holmes

Chapter 2 ~ Eavesdropping

Pairing : Sherlock x Female Reader

Summary : After a few years John Watson was left no choice but to call his old school mate Amelia Harold. The matter of the call you ask? Sherlock's drug problem. What started out as a simple phone call to help out his friend turned out to be so much more: it gave Amelia Harold a chance to find out who deemed her father guilty of murder. Full of friendship, truth, heartbreak, suspense, and love this story showcases what matters most in life: your friends and family.

Warnings : mention of drug abuse, addiction, and emotional abuse in later chapters

A/N : Just want to pop in and say that I plan on making a master list for this series once I get a few more chapters posted! Also- I think my schedule for posting will be every Sunday since a weeks worth of time ensures I can put out good chapters. If I feel the compulsion to post earlier than that then I will. Enjoy chapter 2!

***I do not own any of these characters, plot ideas, and lines taken directly from the show (though there are only a few of those) anything pertaining to Amelia is my original work.***

Both scattered across the ground due to the velocity of the explosion, Amelia and Sherlock quickly got themselves back together enough to stand up again. Sherlock looking nonchalant, Amelia was forced to question his odd behavior after such an event.

"Does this stuff just... normally happen around here?"

"Yes. Now if you would show yourself out that would be lovely." Sherlock said, flipping his night gown with his hand and heading towards his room. Before he could make it far Amelia stuck out her hand to stop him from going any farther.

"I'll leave when I please. And you'll be polite to me since I am company of John's. And I don't take bullshit from anyone especially from Sherlock Holmes. Understand?"

With a silent nod and look of defeat Sherlock sat back in his chair. Amelia could have left when he told her to since she had no reason to stay but she could not stand Sherlock being rude to her again. The main thought she held was how John was able to put up with such a creature.

In an attempt to clear the silence, Amelia spoke up. Sherlock clearly had the same idea since he started to speak at the same time. With an awkward stare, Sherlock spoke up again.

"Why are you so sensitive about your father?" He said bluntly. In truth he didn't mean for it to sound condescending but like many other things he'd said, especially that night, it did.

"How about you learn to shut your mouth and understand that not everyone is an open book. You definitely aren't." Amelia replied with a scoff.

"I only meant to make conversation." Sherlock snapped. Amelia had had a big enough dose of Sherlock for the night (if not a lifetime) and decided to see herself off. Wondering whether she should say goodbye or simply leave she decided on the latter to avoid more tension.

On her way down the stairs making her way around the corner, she caught a glimpse of Sherlock from where he stood near the window. He looked almost lonely. No, he definitely looked lonely. Contemplating on if she should go back up there he caught her staring and immediately put on a facade and slammed the door shut.

~

Today being a day off work, Amelia made her way straight to 221B that morning. She peculiarly found that this morning had been the easiest for her to awake since the traumatic events in her early adulthood. Not wanting to acknowledge the sudden, and frankly scary, change she blocked out the thoughts by what today could hold.

Hopefully John could finally have a moment to sit down with her and explain what he had phoned her for in the first place. What on Earth could Sherlock possibly need from her?

Hailing a cab outside her flat she knew that soon enough she would find out.

~

Pushing her way past the emergency crew outside 221B, Amelia found herself walking up the steps almost as if she had been there many times before. 221B had that affect on people.

When she arrived to the sitting room she found a new face sitting in John's chair. Sherlock of course was sitting in his own chair and John was standing near the desk.

"Hi, did I walk in on something? I'll come back later if you'd like." Amelia spoke directly to John, avoiding the curious gaze the new man cast upon her.

"No it is totally fine. I was just wrapping up anyway. Mycroft Holmes, pleased to meet you." Amelia could tell the smile he put on was fake, and he simply just wanted to get on with the matters that brought him there.

"Amelia Harlod."

"Are you John's girlfriend?" Mycroft asked which received a howl of laughter from John and Amelia.

"Oh my goodness you think I would want to be with this lad?" Amelia laughed, pointing her thumb at John, gasping for breath.

"Mycroft we've been friends since primary school only having recently reconnected again. Nothing of the relationship sorts." John explained so Mycroft could understand.

"Oh. Sorry to imply anything." Somewhat embarrassed, although trying to hide it the best he could, Mycroft turned back to Sherlock. "Maybe you can get through to him John. Or even possibly you Ms. Harold. Sherlock I don't think you understand how urgent this case is."

Tuning out since she felt it wasn't her place to listen, Amelia looked on at the damage that was caused to the flat due to last nights events. All of the previously skewed decorations were truly thrown all over the place now. She questioned whether it was safe to be in the flat at the moment but decided either way it didn't matter. She would have gone in no matter the answer.

Drawn away from her investigation of sorts, she found that Mycroft was getting into the details of the case he wanted Sherlock to take.

"Andrew West was found dead on the train tracks this morning." He stated.

"Tried to kill himself?" John questioned, even though that seemed self explanatory.

"Seems like the ovbious solution but no. West was believed to have held the plans for a missile defense system that are on a memory stick. These are now missing."

"That's not very clever."

"Assuming they have any brain's, it's not the only copy." Amelia added into the conversation, with a look of approval from Mycroft.

"Yes. Indeed that is the case." Turning his attention from John and Amelia he faced Sherlock. "You need to find these plans brother. Don't make me order you."

"I'd like to see you attempt that." Sherlock answered with an eye roll.

"Think on it." Mycroft insisted, that seeming to be his goodbye to his brother. Walking towards John he shook his hand and said his departures to him.

"Goodbye Ms. Harold it was nice to meet you. I hope I'll be seeing more of you." Mycroft added then promptly left the flat.

Annoyingly Sherlock played an ear splitting tune on his violin to match Mycroft leaving.

As soon as Mycroft was out of ear shot John started in on Sherlock. "Why did you tell him you've been busy? Your schedule is completely free to the point it's making you go mad."

"Why not?"

"So it's a rivalry between you two, a sibling rivalry? I wouldn't put it past you." Amelia thought out loud.

"You've known me for a day don't make assumptions." Sherpock answered, dragging the 'day.'

The ringing of Sherlock's phone started cutting off the argument that was bound to happen if the conversation lingered. He immediately picked it up and extanged a few words with whoever was on the other side.

"Ah. How could I say no." He hung up the phone and got up from where he was sitting to leave the flat. "Lestrade called to summon me. Are you coming John?"

"Yeah I guess so." John stuttered throwing a questioning look towards Amelia not sure what to do.

"Oh don't stand there looking like a lost puppy. Come along if you must." Sherlock said frustrated. Amelia wanting to say no just to retaliate but realizing she had no other plans for the day was forced to listen to him, and she followed the consulting detective and blogger out the door.

~

Not returning to the flat until late that night, the three of them were simply exhausted. Sherlock didn't bother to make conversation before heading straight into his room and closing the door behind him. Not that he would have in the first place. Finally having a moment of silence to speak, Amelia and John sat in the sitting room. Sherlock not being there to reprimand her, Amelia sat in his chair.

"I'm sorry it's taken so long to sit down together." John sighed as he sank into his chair.

"Nothing to worry about. I actually had a bit of fun today." Shifting in the chair so her elbows rested on her knees she looked directly at John. "I know you wouldn't have phoned me without a purpose. Not to just catch up."

"I'm sorry for that too. I know I should have called earlier not just when I needed you. I hope you can forgive me because truly I am so glad we are talking again."

"John of course I forgive you. It's my nature to not stay mad at anyone, you know that. Now tell me what you need because I'm getting impatient." Amelia replied with a light laugh.

"It's not widely known to the public but Sherlock tends to not have the healthiest of coping mechanism. Particularly when he's bored."

"Like he was yesterday."

"Yes, exactly. I know that when things with your father went down," Amelia took a sharp inhale at the mention of him as John continued on, "you experienced some of the same things. To put it bluntly I was wondering if you could help Sherlock get over his drug addiction. He says he can easily do it on his own and all other sorts of excuses but something that complicated can't be done by yourself. I'm sure you would understand."

"You would understand also. You were always there for me." Amelia commented with a sad smile, reminiscing on the past.

"I know it's a lot to ask and if you think it will be triggering in any way-" before John could finish Amelia cut him off.

"Even if it is I know how to handle myself. And I can see that you clearly care for Sherlock a lot. And although I don't want to admit it, I see why you care. Of course I'll help in anyway possible."

"Amelia you never cease to amaze me. Thank you again." John said as he got up to hug Amelia. Only staying in the hug for a moment, they released each other when John spoke up once again.

"I know you don't love talking about it but you do know if you need someone to talk to about anything pertaining to your father you know you can come to me. Right?"

"Yes John. I appreciate it." Amelia sighed, which then turned into a yawn.

"You can stay here tonight if you'd like since it's late. Cabs don't usually circle around here at this hour."

"That would be lovely John."

"You can have my bed if you'd like." John offered gesturing towards the upstairs bedroom.

"Well now, that would just be confirming Mycroft's suspicions John! The couch is just fine in all seriousness. Now get to bed." Amelia lightly slapped John across the shoulder in an attempt to shoo him off. After an extange of goodnights, John was off to his bed.

Alone again, Amelia sat on the couch and rubbed her face with her hands. After all these years it was still hard to openly talk about her father. Not wanting to think about him longer she gingerly laid down on the couch, calling it a night.

~

After he heard the final noises of the couch moving, Sherlock sat up from where he was on the floor next to his door with a hard look on his face. Eavesdropping was a bad habit of his. After learning the new information on Amelia and that her intentions were truly good he felt remorse for treating her rudely. He wasn't sure how to make up for his actions. In typical Sherlock fashion he didn't feel comfortable or right saying sorry. Deciding to sleep on it, Sherlock laid down in his bed. Alone again.

[krtrs]

Midnight Meetings

Word Count: 2285

Fandom: Sherlock

Pairing: Sherlock Holmes x Reader

Request (s): None

Warning (s): Mentions of drug use

A/N: Hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it! Hope you have a good day mates. <3

It was a fine night in the city of London, or rather, a fine morning. Three in the morning to be exact. You couldn’t sleep and walking the dark streets and alleys seemed to calm your nerves on nights like this. For some reason, unbeknownst to you, you were different from most people. Walking alone at night, especially in the most abandoned part of the city, was a nightmare for most girls but a dreamland for you. You really were strange.

While out walking the town, you had expected to be alone. Who would be out and about at three am, anyways? Surely no sane person would be caught dead in the streets past eleven. Thus why you were so startled to find a man sitting alone in a dark alleyway. Sure, you had seen homeless people and drunks running along the sidewalk, but this man was different in a way you couldn’t explain, but just knew.

“Mrs Ricoletti!” The strange man shouted out, attempting to stand up against the alley wall. You approached cautiously and grabbed his arm before he fell down.

“Sir? Do you need help?” You asked, gripping onto him. He turned to look at you, his cerulean eyes piercing into you, looking you up and down.

“Mrs Ricoletti, she-she wasn’t dead. Sh-she faked it, she faked it! Ricoletti, Ricoletti, Ricoletti! I get it! I need to get to her grave. Graveyard, dead bride. Amelia Rocoletti. Amelia? Are you Amelia?” The man shouted out, turning away and running his hand through his thick curls while leaning his other arm into you.

“No, sir. I’m not Amelia,” you said. He looked at you, inquisitive.

“Sir, who are you? What’s your name?” You asked.

“Sher … Sherlock,” he said softly as if trying to remember his own name.

“Sherlock Holmes? The detective guy? Is that you?” You asked. You pulled out your mobile and googled the name to get the information you needed. Sherlock Holmes, consulting detective. Featured on the blog of John H. Watson.

“Yes, that’s me,” he said, trying to balance himself. You let go of his arm to continue scrolling through the search.

“Where do you live, Mister Sherlock Holmes?” You asked.

“Uh … 382 Barts Street,” he sputtered out after a second of thought. “Wait, no! 291 Baker Avenue! No, that’s not right either.”

“221B Baker Street. Says right here,” you said, smiling at your phone. A little bit of research never did any harm.

“Yes! That’s it,” he mumbled.

“What did you take tonight?” You asked, knowing he had to have taken something to be in the state.

He reached into his jeans pocket and pulled a piece of paper and handed it to you.

“Dear God, how are you still living Holmes?” You breathed, reading the long list of drugs and pain medications. You handed him back his sheet of paper, not wanting to look at it anymore.

“Evading death is my favourite hobby, he chuckled, trying to take a step forward but stumbling a bit.

“You should be getting home,” you said, grabbing his arm again. With a quick google search, you had the right directions to his flat.

You started walking out of the alley, practically dragging the detective with you.

“Hey, hey you. Name, what’s your name?” Sherlock asked, still dazed.

“(Y/N),” you replied.

“(Y/N),” he repeated slowly as if seeing how the name felt on his tongue. It tasted sweet on his lips.

“Yeah, in the flesh” you chuckled, leading him out into the light.

“What are you doing out this late?” Sherlock asked, seeming to grasp control of himself once again. You loosened your grip but let your hand rest on his forearm just in case.

“I could ask you the same thing, Mister Holmes,” you replied.

“Well played,” he muttered.

“So, are you going to answer me?” You asked.

“It’s for a case,” he said from memory as if he said it often.

“Hmm, okay then,” you said.

“Do you want to get some chips? I’m starving,” he asked. You thought for a second before replying.

“Yeah sure, I don’t see why not. Maybe it will give you some time to sober up.”

“Great, I know a 24/7 place just up the road,” Sherlock said. You nodded. He walked ahead of you, fully regaining his balance and his steps becoming more solid.

“Slow down Roadrunner. Calm yourself, we’ll get there when we get there,” you laughed as he walked faster.

“Alright. Just wondering, has anyone ever told you how impossible it is to read you? I’m trying to deduce you but there’s nothing to deduce, are you real?” Sherlock asked.

“Um, no, but … thanks?” You said, tilting your head in confusion.

“No, no, it isn’t a compliment, it’s quite frustrating,” Sherlock corrected.

“Oh,” you replied, glumly.

“It’s wasn’t meant as an insult, either. It was just an observation,” Sherlock added quickly.

“Alright smarty, has anyone ever told you that you are a terrible conversationalist?” You asked.

“Oh yes, it’s all they ever seem to say,” he chuckled. You laughed.

“No, you can’t possibly be that bad,” you said. He shook his head.

“You can think that,” he mumbled.

“Is this it?” You asked, pointing up to the lit sign above you.

“Oh, yeah,” he said, opening the door for you. The man at the counter eyes you suspiciously as you ordered you chips.

“So, you say you can’t ‘deduce’ me? What does that mean?” You asked as you took a seat in the far corner of the little cafe.

“I can read people like books. I notice little things that show the hidden character of a person. The way they speak or look or act makes everything blatantly obvious for me,” he explained. You were fairly certain that he was mostly sober now, though you had your doubts.

“Can you do it to anybody?”

“Everybody,” he confirmed.

“Except me.”

“Yes. Except you, for some reason.”

“Prove it,” you challenged.

“Hmm, alright,” Sherlock glanced around the room before stopping to gaze at the man behind the counter. He smirked. “That man over there. You can see it in the way he looks around, he’s upset we’re here. He wants to leave, he keeps looking at his watch. He’s eager to meet someone, you can tell because he keeps checking his phone for texts. He is wearing a wedding ring, but it is in disrepair, that alone shows the state of his marriage. So obviously, he is hiding that he is cheating. He wants us to leave so he can go and visit his mistress without his wife becoming suspicious of his whereabouts, it’s probably why he chose to work at night.”

“Mm, impressive,” you said.

“Yes, I know,” Sherlock smiled. You laughed.

“Self-assured, are we?” You teased.

“You could say that,” he replied, resting his hands in a prayer position under his chin.

“These chips are really good,” you said, attempting to make small talk, his eyes never leaving your form.

“Yes, they are, aren’t they?” Sherlock muttered, observing your movement as you ate. He took a few as well, stuffing them in his mouth to occupy himself.

“You alright?” You asked, noticing his dazed look.

“What?” he asked before processing what you’d said. You giggled softly at his unawareness. “Oh, yes, I’m fine. Just thinking.”

“C’mon, Mister Holmes. Let’s get you back to your flat already,” you smiled, standing up and throwing the empty basket into the rubbish bin. He sighed and followed you out the door.

“221B Baker Street,” he reminded.

“I remember it, don’t worry,” you said, running a hand through your hair and looking at the directions to the flat on your mobile. It wasn’t all that far away.

The detective followed closely behind you before catching up as you made your way down the street. He tried making small talk but was in too fuzzy a state to hold up a normal conversation. He gave up and resorted to just looking at you silently as you walked. You noticed but tried to ignore it.

“Here we are,” you said a few minutes later, arriving at a door with the right address labelled in bright gold lettering.

“Home sweet home,” he said, taking his hand out of his jacket pocket to retrieve a key from his jeans. He unlocked the door and walked in. You stayed on the street.

“Well, this has been wonderful Mister Sherlock Holmes, but I should be getting home,” you said, waving awkwardly.

“Yeah, bye,” he said, smiling just a bit.

You blushed, looking down. You let yourself linger just a bit longer, not wanting to leave.

“I wish to see you again,” he stated suddenly.

“Are you being serious? ” you asked sceptically, looking back up at him.

“Mhm, of course, I am. Give me your phone,” he demanded.

“Er … yeah, okay,” you said, slowly handing over the mobile.

After a moment of him typing something, he handed you back the device. You looked at the screen and saw that he had put his number in your phone and texted himself so he had yours.

“Okay,” you mumbled.

“You’re interesting. Unlike everyone, I’ve ever met. I like it,” he said. You smiled.

“I’m going to take that as a compliment,” you said.

“Good, that’s what I was going for,” he replied with a shrug of his shoulders.

“Sherlock? Is that you?” A male voice shouted from farther back in the flat. Sherlock sighed.

“Yes, John. Didn’t know you were awake,” he shouted back. A pair of footsteps could be heard plundering down the hallway and a short man with blond hair appeared in your vision.

“What the hell were you doing out so bloody late? It’s past midnight! And where were you?” John demanded. Sherlock sighed again, ignoring the questions to turn back to you.

“You seem to be in trouble with your flatmate,” you joked. He laughed dryly.

“Yeah,” he said.

“Who is that?” John asked, walking closer to look at you.

“John, this is (Y/N). (Y/N), this is John,” Sherlock introduced.

“Oh, hello. Do you want to come inside?” John asked.

“No thank you, sir. I should really be going now. I was just helping him get home before he did something even more stupid than the list he has in his pocket,” you said. “It was nice meeting you.”

“Yeah, you too,” John said, stepping back to search Sherlock's jacket pockets. He grabbed the list and began to read it, leaving Sherlock time to say his goodbyes.

“Farewell, Sherlock,” you smiled

“Good day, (Y/N),” he said. “I’ll text you.”

“I’d like that,” you replied. He smiled again. You liked it when he smiled.

“Alright, Sherlock, now you need to explain to me why you thought this was okay,” John interrupted, pulling the detective by the arm. You laughed and shook your head as you walked away, pulling the door shut as you left. He had a lot to answer for and he knew it.

You felt your heart soar as you went over everything that had occurred in the past hour or so. You had just met the most genius man you had ever seen. And he was attractive, too. An added bonus. You were shocked that he wanted to see you again. You were just an ordinary person, in your mind. But. if you really think about it, what normal person is out so late at night? None you knew.

You sighed as you realised how far you were from your flat. It would take the rest of the night to get back, you figured.

Your stomach filled with butterflies as you heard your name being shouted down the street. You turned to look and saw Sherlock half hanging out his doorframe, calling you back. You made your way down the street.

“Stay the night. It’s late and you’re alone,” Sherlock said as you made it back. You blushed as he pulled you into his flat.

“Don’t you have to deal with John?” You asked.

“He can wait until the morning for explanations. You need a place to stay, and I have a bed for you to sleep on. There should be some pyjamas in the wardrobe that will fit you,” Sherlock explained.

“I can sleep on the sofa,” you offered.

“Nonsense. Use my bedroom, I’m not going to sleep anytime soon,” Sherlock argued.

“Alright, fine. But only for a little while. I’ll leave first thing in the morning,” you said, shaking your head.

“If you insist,” he said. You smiled as he lead you back through the apartment to the bedroom.

“Here you go,” he said, opening the door for you.

“Thank you, Sherlock, really,” you said.

“I should be thanking you. Who knows what I would have done if you hadn’t brought me back home. Probably something illegal,” Sherlock joked. You smiled.

Just then, a wave of courage rushed through you and you reached up on your tiptoes to place a light kiss on his cheek. His face flushed red and he smiled before giving a little bow as he closed the door behind him when he left you to yourself.

“Goodnight, (Y/N),” you heard him mumble before he disappeared behind the heavy door.