Sherlock Holmes-221B Baker Street

angelsin221b-jw:

sherlock-of-bakerstreet221b-rp:

I look up at John practically beaming.

“Yes. Yes, do that. And well, we have a lot of take aways and I’m just thinking about how healthier food may stimulate my brain better, that’s all.”

I can’t help but laugh at his brilliant smile! It’s something I don’t see very often and it’s… lovely. It’s really the only word I can think of.

“Alright then!” I pull out the vegetables we have in the fridge as well as the other ingredients we have for Risotto and set them on the clean kitchen counter.

“Do you mind cutting up the Veggies?”

“Sure.” I push myself away from the door frame I was leaning against and move round and stand next to John. I grab a knife and start cutting what he hands me over and before I know it I’ve devised multiple experiments I could try with the vegetables.

“Do you need aaaall these John? There is a lot… Perhaps we should only put two thirds of what I’ve chopped up in?”

angelsin221b-jw:

sherlock-of-bakerstreet221b-rp:

“On second thoughts. You know what, Risotto sounds fine.” I pull out a small smile.

I internally grimace at the thought of John going out alone in the evening, especially after such a recent visit from Jim. I don’t want him going out. Nope.

“You sure? It’ll just be real quick.” I look over at him and shake my head. I can’t win this argument. Because I can see what’s really going on.

I wouldn’t want him our there alone either.

“Ok. If you want, I can add the vegetables we have to the sauce. And use milk instead of cream, since you’re being health conscious today.” I smile.

I look up at John practically beaming.

“Yes. Yes, do that. And well, we have a lot of take aways and I’m just thinking about how healthier food may stimulate my brain better, that’s all.”

angelsin221b-jw:

sherlock-of-bakerstreet221b-rp:

“Hmm” I muttered under my breath, debating which one would be healthier.

Upon glancing at my reflection, I decide neither would be good enough. But not wanting John to see me skip a meal, I try another suggestion.

“How about something… Healthier, for a change? Like… a salad? There easy to make too aren’t they?” I say, whilst glancing every so often back to my reflection.

I shrug. His suggestion doesn’t sound too bad. I head over to the fridge to see if we have all the right ingredients.

Sighing, I grab the little note pad on the side of the fridge and scribble down a list of vegetables that we need.

“I’ll just make a quick store run and then we can make it. Sound good?”

“On second thoughts. You know what, Risotto sounds fine.” I pull out a small smile.

I internally grimace at the thought of John going out alone in the evening, especially after such a recent visit from Jim. I don’t want him going out. Nope.

angelsin221b-jw:

sherlock-of-bakerstreet221b-rp:

I smile, glad I’d made John happy. I really had been making an extra effort to eat more. Even if I had eaten when John had been out, I’d eat something when he got home, just so he could see me eating. It had paid off. Although, I was getting a bit leaner. Something I need to keep an eye on.

“Hmm, depends what you have in mind… Please don’t say its another one of Mrs Hudson’s lasagnes. I do not wish to eat another of those.”

I follow him into the kitchen and poke him in the most ticklish part of his ribs in retaliation to the hair ruffling.

I suppress a small chuckle-gasp as he pokes me. Oh. So that’s how this is going to be, hm?

“I was thinking…Risotto? Or we could order Thai?”

“Hmm” I muttered under my breath, debating which one would be healthier.

Upon glancing at my reflection, I decide neither would be good enough. But not wanting John to see me skip a meal, I try another suggestion.

“How about something… Healthier, for a change? Like… a salad? There easy to make too aren’t they?” I say, whilst glancing every so often back to my reflection.

angelsin221b-jw:

sherlock-of-bakerstreet221b-rp:

I make a half hearted playful attempt to bat his hand away and laugh.

This was good. The place we were at. It was comfortable. For both of us.

“Um, no, but you’re going to make me eat anyway right?” I raise an eyebrow and smile.

I chuckle, returning the smile. Yes. This was good. For both of us.

“Hm… You’ve been eating pretty decently recently. I’ll let you decide, how ‘bout that?” I can’t help but playfully wink as I get up and head towards the kitchen.

I smile, glad I’d made John happy. I really had been making an extra effort to eat more. Even if I had eaten when John had been out, I’d eat something when he got home, just so he could see me eating. It had paid off. Although, I was getting a bit leaner. Something I need to keep an eye on.

“Hmm, depends what you have in mind… Please don’t say its another one of Mrs Hudson’s lasagnes. I do not wish to eat another of those.”

I follow him into the kitchen and poke him in the most ticklish part of his ribs in retaliation to the hair ruffling.

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onebadpuppy:

pancakesandpolarbears:

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sharon-patissor:

sherlock-of-bakerstreet221b-rp:

sharon-patissor:

sherlock-of-bakerstreet221b-rp:

sharon-patissor:

Even though the rain is pouring outside, sliding off the windows in arcs and rivers, this place is a small piece of home. I don’t mind being early; it gives me a chance to reminisce about the good times me and Sherlock Holmes have had - it feels like not a moment has passed since our last conversation.

I order a hot chocolate and wrap my scarf against chest once more, even thought I’m beginning to warm up already.

It’s a rare thing for me to feel like this, but I think I might be exited!

I arrive at the cafe exactly on time. Old memories come flooding back and I pause for a moment at the door before entering.

When I enter, I see her, sat in the same place she always used to. Habit. She also hasn’t changed a bit. Same hairstyle, same make up, same.. everything.

I walk over order a black coffee, 2 sugars, and walk over to the table.

“Evening Sharon. It’s been a while.” I smile and sit down.

“Sherlock.” I can’t help but smile when I say his name. “It certainly has - what have you been up to?”

My stomach is full of butterflies, but the right kind, the … the good kind. I gesture him to take a biscuit off of the plate in front of me. I feel my cheeks burning ever so childishly and force myself to surpress the cheesiest grin that is forming on my face; instead of looking at him I hold my gaze on the embellished leaves around the edge of the plate.

“Oh this and that. You know, making sure the police officers can keep their jobs.” I say light heartedly.

“I wont ask you, as I know what the answer will be. So, are you pleased with your most recent book? Whats it about?”

I take a biscuit, out of politeness and nibble it. I’m not hungry, but I know it will put her at ease.

I immedietley pliunge into the storyline, characters and whereabouts of the book - Sherlock seems captivated and at first I’m pleased but I soon see through his facade.

“Is there something on your mind?” I glance at him worriedly.

I listen intently, but after a minute, my mind wonders off thinking of the days activities. See you soon, boys. Echoes in my head.

And there it was. Straight to the point.

“Our flat, it had a visitor whilst John and myself were out. Moriarty.” My brows furrow, even talking about him annoys me now, whereas before, it would have excited me.