It had become a habit, somehow for you to rate things Sherlock said on a scale of 1-10 depending on how okay they were to say. Usually, he was stuck below six.
“Dear God, what is it like in your funny little brains? It must be so boring.”
“Three.” You stated, not looking up from your phone.
Sherlock sent you an apologetic shrug.
“For the sake of law and order I suggest you avoid all future attempts at a relationship.”
“Two!” You blurted, a little shocked yourself.
“You know, (Y/n), sometimes I do wonder how this funny little scale of yours works.” Sherlock commented one day while he sat flipping through some papers.
“Oh?” You asked, focused more on John’s blog which you were scrolling through than the current conversation.
“Yes.” He threw the papers aside, his full attention now resting on you. “For example, some things get a look of shock from most people but you only give me a six.”
“Well, like what?”
“Well,” Sherlock stood up, “Say I said, ‘Oh this murder is impressive! Beautiful! Gorgeous!’ What would you rate that?”
You laughed, closing your laptop, “Five.”
Sherlock’s eyebrow twitched, a smirk appearing on his lips.
“You aren’t as boring as I first thought.” He said, giving you an expectant sideways look.
“I’ve even started to enjoy having you around.” Sherlock, strode towards you, slowly.
“Nine…” You said, a little bit confused.
“You might even say,” He said, standing over you, “That I’ve become attached to you.”
You didn’t say anything, just stared up at this strange, strange man.
“I’m going to need a rating.” Sherlock said with a smirk.
He leaned down, taking your face in his hands and pressed a kiss to your lips. It was fast and confusing, but it was heat and fire and electricity. It felt right, strangely, like there was no where else that conversation could have gone.
Sherlock pulled away from you, staring at you with his head tilted, pondering.
“Twelve.” You stated and a grin burst onto Sherlock’s features.
“Oh good, that’s reassuring.”
“Oh I bet.” So you leaned up and kissed him again, your smile melting into his.
I dare you to write about the greatest escape of all--escaping one’s current life
Be creative! Your character (or you) has built up an entire life, perhaps ambitiously. Perhaps it even should be in theory all that they have wanted. Or perhaps it’s something handed to them and gruesome. But they will escape. Some characters will plot and seethe. Others will suddenly feel the wind beneath their wings and be gone. Still others might escape only internally.
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along, so worry can’t get us, so nobody can recognize you. Speed put at the
maximum. A Rolling Stones song, play on. But no matter what song I play,
already in your heart, the crying has already killed it, no song can save you. I’ll
hold you, even when the whole world turns its back on you.
This is not what you imagined months ago while
daydreaming of what you would be doing today. Sitting in class all day or
leaning against the counter at work, visualizing hundreds of scenarios where
you and your knight in shining armor are having the time of your life on the
one day in the whole year set aside just for love. He would be wearing a black
suit and tie, his hair brushed and looking at you as if you fished out all the
stars in the universe and put them in your eyes. And you would be wearing a dress
made of silk that took weeks of extra shifts but it would be all worth it when
he’d see you, hair made up and a lovesick smile on your lips.
February 14th is supposed to be a
night you’d never forget in your entire life, a night you’d look back on while
holding your children and looking at your husband, saying wow, where did the
time go? It’s not supposed to end up with you looking at racks and racks of
cards for every possible occasion at nine in the evening with a frown as deep.
You’re probably the only person in the small 24 hour store beside the clerk
himself, who frankly looks like he doesn’t want to be here more than you.