I have no idea why I didn't write this scenario at the beginning, so this is just like a flashback to how your first kiss happened...
Anyways, thanks for the request from weebychann, and I apologize for taking so long. I hope you like the chapter!
William wanted you to meet him in his office. He said there was an urgent matter that he needed to discuss with you. You went to his classroom, currently empty, as the students went off to enjoy their afternoon activities.
William was seated at his desk and he signaled you to come over. "Good afternoon, (y/n)." He greeted you, giving you one of those priceless smiles of his.
You smiled back. "Good afternoon to you too, William. How was your lecture this morning?" You asked, walking over to his desk.
He smiled again. "It all went smoothly. The students didn't cause too much trouble."
"I'm guessing you called me to your office for something important. What was it?" You asked curiously.
He laid a stack of paper on the table and looked back at you hopefully. "It would be of great help to me if you could go through some of the student's exams from last week. I haven't had time to check them over yet since I was busy, and I needed to have the results soon."
You gave him a sideways look, crossing your arms. "You want me to help you mark the student's exams?"
He laughed. "Well, to put it bluntly, yes."
You let out a laugh. "Of course I'll help you. Here, we'll split the work." You took half of the exams, and he took responsibility for the rest. The rest of the afternoon, the two of you continued working away, checking answers here and there.
Before you knew it, the sky outside turned from blue to dusty orange, signaling that it was becoming late. You had trouble keeping your eyes open after correcting what seemed to be the 30th exam so far.
William noticed that you were growing weary and that it was starting to get late. "(y/n), I can tell you're getting tired. I'll finish the rest tomorrow, you should be heading home now." He said.
"Well, if you need any more help with anything, just let me know." You said, smiling as you got out of your chair, and started packing up your things. He stood up along with you, putting all the papers neatly in his briefcase. "Since you helped me out with all that, let me walk you home." He offered.
You shook your head. "It's fine, William, you don't need to worry about that."
He walked over to where you were standing. The two of your faces were very close, barely inches away. Without warning, William leaned in and kissed you. It was a light kiss, but it still managed to make you blush like crazy. He just smiled at you appreciatively. "I'll see you tomorrow, then. Thank you for all your help today, (y/n)."
Another day at the mansion, William asked that you and Louis go to pick up some things for him while he was away. He gave Louis a list of tasks that he needed the two of you to do, and by the afternoon, most of the jobs were completed.
Louis read the last task on the note, explaining that the two of you needed to drop off a letter at the post office. You came along with him, and the two of you just walked along the streets. It was quite busy, due to the sunny weather, and it was an enjoyable walk.
Louis looked around, and couldn't help but notice a few other couples who were also walking, hand in hand. He glanced at you, contemplating whether or not he should take your hand in his while you walked beside him.
Without thinking, Louis impulsively took your hand, intertwining his fingers in yours. You turned away with a smile, all the while blushing at the small action. Louis usually never held your hand in public like this.
On the outside, Louis looked calm, but internally, he was panicking. He didn't know if he was doing things wrong, or maybe you didn't like it. But your smile helped him feel at ease, and the two of you kept walking. And when the two of you sent the envelope, all the jobs asked of William were completed, and Louis walked back to the mansion with you.
Louis couldn't help but notice a few couples kissing, and being all affectionate. He looked back at you and saw that you noticed as well. His anxiety worsened when you looked back at him with a smile.
Does she want me to kiss her? Is she sending me signals for me to make a move? Come on, Louis, don't be so stupid! She probably wants a kiss. So should I kiss her now? Maybe I'm overthinking this...
Louis couldn't stand it anymore and he placed himself right in front of you. You stopped suddenly. "Louis, is everything alright?"
He grabbed your hand in his, blushing madly. "(y/n), can I kiss you?" He asked nervously, dreading the fact that you might decline.
Now it was your turn to blush. You just nodded with a small smile, and immediately Louis's lips came down on yours. Louis was surprised at himself to find out how much he had been longing to do this.
On your next date, Albert decided to make reservations at an elegant first-class restaurant during the evening. He invited you to dinner, and you accepted to come along with him. The restaurant he brought you to was very elegant and classy. The table the two of you were sitting at on the higher floor gave you a pretty view of the city of London down below.
Albert smiled confidently. "Do you like the place, (y/n)? Rather exquisite isn't it?"
You rolled your eyes, laughing. "Of course you chose such a fancy place for dinner. But yes, It is beautiful here." You admitted, looking down at the view below from the window you were seated beside.
Soon, the waiter came by with the menus. After the two of you picked what you would like to have for dinner, the waiter came back again shortly, presenting you with the food. You both enjoyed the dinner and had a lighthearted conversation.
As you were finishing your dinner, Albert noticed that you had a small bit of food that was left on your chin, causing him to stifle a laugh.
"What's so funny?" You asked curiously, tilting your head to the side.
"You have some food left on your face, (y/n)." He answered.
"What's so funny about that? Where is it?" You asked further, quickly reaching for a napkin to clean your face with.
Before you could do anything, Albert grabbed a handkerchief from his pocket. "Here let me get it for you." He leaned closer, holding the white cloth to your face.
His face was merely inches away from yours, causing you to blush, but you stayed still as he gently wiped the small spot on your chin. He then took the opportunity of your closeness and unexpectedly kissed you
"There, it's gone now." He said smiling, leaning back into his seat, as you just sat in your seat flustered, yet you couldn't stop yourself from smiling.
It was another night that you and Moran were hitting it off at the pub, having drinks together. The two of you went out drinking together more times than you could count, but it was always fun with Moran.
You took another swig of your drink, and as soon as you put it back on the table, he snatched the glass away from you. "Hey, that's enough. Don't you think you've had enough to drink?" He said giving you a doubtful glance.
Your head slumped sideways and you let out a small hiccup. "Moraaaan, give it back. Just one more sip?" You slurred. You tried limply to reach for his drink, which he didn't finish drinking yet. He moved it out of your reach with a sigh.
"No way, girl. Look at you, (y/n). You're practically dead. Now I'm going to have to take you home." Moran sighed again. He put his drink down and draped his coat over your shoulders. "Come on, let's go. I'll walk you back to your apartment, okay?"
You frowned but decided it was better if you didn't protest. He helped you off the chair and you leaned on his arm for support. Your legs buckled, causing you to lose your balance. Moran quickly grabbed you and held you back up. "(Y/n), how much did you drink? You can't even walk."
"Guess you'll just have to carry me." You say, half asleep, clinging on to his muscular shoulder.
Moran sighed again. He walked you out of the bar, then proceeded to hold you bridal style. "Wow, Moran, you're sooo strong." You said dizzily, caressing his arm. He stumbled a little.
"Do you want me to drop you?" He raised his brow challengingly. "Because if you don't stop, I just might."
You pouted in defeat and stopped, and you retreated to laying your head on his chest.
"I'm never going to bring you out drinking if you drink this much ever again," Moran warned tiredly. Luckily your apartment wasn't too far away, and he was able to carry you all the way back home. He walked all the way right to your apartment door and went inside your small room. Moran was about to lay you on the couch to rest, but before he could let you go, you smirked and kissed him.
Moran was startled, and almost dropped you, but he regained his composure before that could happen. "(y/n)?! I'm starting to think you want me to drop you!" He said, startled.
You pouted. "You don't want a kiss?" You said, still in your drunken state. You didn't want him to leave just yet. Moran sighed for the hundredth time. You were quite a lot to deal with, but he loved that anyhow.
"Fine, you probably won't remember this when you wake up tomorrow, but I'll only give you one kiss, that's it."
"Such a gentleman, Moran." You teased with a sly smile.
"Only for you, (y/n)."
During a sun filled afternoon, you and Fred were occupying yourselves with some gardening together at the Moriarty mansion. You offered to come over and help Fred with the job and William was happy for Fred to have some extra help in tending to the many plants they had.
You were happy to help Fred, but Fred seemed to be having a hard time concentrating. He couldn't stop blushing because the two of you were very close together, both crouched down, planting a few new flowers in the same corner. He kept stumbling over, and dropping tools and other things out of clumsiness.
You noticed that Fred was blushing and getting all nervous around you and you found it cute. You kept on finishing your work without a bother, as he did as well. "Do you take care of all of these flowers, Fred?" You asked, looking around at the plants that adorned the garden.
He nodded with a small smile, and a light blush dusted his cheeks. "Yes, I do. I like spending time here, and it's not too difficult." He answered humbly.
You stared at all the various types of flowers and plants. "They're all so pretty!"
A single compliment from you felt like a hundred from anyone else. The blush on his face turned a deeper shade of pink. "Thank you."
He finished watering one of the flower bushes and as he was getting up from the ground, he tripped over his own foot and stumbled forward.
All of sudden, he fell on top of you and his lips came pressing down on yours. You and him were both startled, and Fred quickly pulled away and hid his face in his scarf. He got up and quickly helped you up in turn. "(y/n), I'm- I'm so sorry, please forgive me, it was an accident, I should have looked where I was going." He muttered quickly, still hiding his face in his scarf in shame.
You just laughed, and pulled him closer to you, kissing him again. "Now we're even." You said as he covered his face in his hands.
You and Sherlock had planned a date for the night. He was meeting up with you at a casual restaurant down the street. Since he didn't have much money for that, nothing too fancy, but it was a bit nicer than average. Something Sherlock wasn't used to.
The evening of your date, you met up with him soon after. Your ride was a bit late, so you ran up to meet with him as soon as the coach dropped you off. Sherlock was already there, waiting at the entrance of the restaurant. He came prepared, all ready and dressed up, just to impress you. "Sherlock! Did I keep you waiting?"
He shook his head. "Nah, I just got here a few minutes ago. But anyway, how do I look?" He asked, running a hand through his hair with a confident smirk.
You noticed he was wearing a nice hat, and he was wearing a much nicer suit than usual. His hair was styled nicely too. Despite that, you just started laughing. Sherlock, however, didn't find anything amusing. "Hey! What's so funny?"
You pointed at the tie that was knotted around his neck. "You can't even put on a tie properly!" You said through giggles. Sherlock immediately looked down at the collar of his shirt and realised that it was tied up all wrong.
"Damn you, John." He mumbled, remembering that John was the one who told him to wear his tie like this.
"Here, let me fix it before you embarrass yourself even further." You moved closer to him and untied it, trying to put it back in its place properly. Sherlock took notice of how close the two of your faces were and he blushed, feeling embarrassed.
You noticed how flustered he was, which made you smile at the effect you had just by being this close to him. You made a final adjustment to the tie around the collar of his shirt, and when you were finished, you looked up at him and gave him a quick kiss. "There, that's much better."
Sherlock stepped back in surprise, flustered. He covered his face in embarrassment. "Damnit, (y/n)." He muttered, making you giggle.
Another typical afternoon, you and John were both at your publishing company's building. You were busy editing another draft, and he was continuing the next few chapters of his new novel.
The two of you have been working for a while, and Watson got a little bored. After a few hours of writing, his hand was starting to get all sore. He thought that taking a break would be a good idea, and he wanted you to come with him.
He looked at his pocket watch quickly. "(y/n), we've been working for a while now, want to take a break and get some lunch?" He asked, putting his book and pen down.
You didn't even look at him as you continued reading through papers. You flipped another page, and you were too focused on the script in front of you. Watson tilted his head to the side. "(y/n), are you listening to me?" You kept your eyes glued to the paper in your hands, still not even glancing at him.
"Sure." You answered absentmindedly, continuing to file through the pile of drafts. Watson sighed, he was starting to get a little frustrated. There were times when you just were too focused on your work instead of him. He thought it was cute that the two of you had similar interests, but John started to get annoyed quickly.
He leaned forward and kissed you surprisingly. You almost fell out of your chair in shock. You blushed and stared in surprise as he crossed his arms. "Did that manage to grab your attention, (y/n)?"
You turned away not able to look at him in the eyes, still blushing from what John had just done. "Yes, it did." You answered, finally putting your work away.