Requested by
HisSoldier
You and Sherlock had been together for a little over six months. The two of you met when Sherlock was looking for a new flatmate. His best friend had moved out to live with his wife so, he remained alone in his quaint little flat. You found out about the detective's request through the landlady. She had always been like a grandmother to you, ever since you were a child.
So, you met the detective, he "deduced" you, as he would say, you checked out the flat, and soon enough, the two of you were flat buddies!
Over time, though, you grew closer to the consulting detective. A feeling of electricity sparked between you whenever you were close to him. You felt, sort of, connected to him and you were sure he felt the same. And the kiss was what proved it. So boyfriend and girlfriend the two of you became. However, your relationship with the consulting detective was anything but easy...
Beep! Beep! Beep!
You bolted off the couch and hurried into the kitchen. You shut off the timer and then proceeded to pull out your small pan of lasagna, oven mitts on of course. You set the freshly baked meal on top of the oven and slipped off the mitts. You put your hands on your hips and examined your fine job. The delicious aroma filled your nose. You looked back towards the living room and your smile dropped. The black leather chair was empty. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
You looked down the hall to the closed bedroom door. You started towards it and knocked when you reached it.
"Sherlock?" You called.
No answer. You sighed, feeling quite frustrated. You knocked harder.
"Sherlock!" Still nothing.
You twisted the doorknob and pushed it open. The room was empty. You threw your hands out to the side and then slapped them back down.
"Are you serious?" You mumbled to yourself.
You weren't in a good mood anymore. So, you turned sharply on your heel and headed back out to the kitchen. Sherlock was going to be in for it when he got home.
~~~
Sherlock trudged up the steps. His muscles were sore and he was having a hard time standing straight. He stopped in front of the closed flat door and took a deep breath. He pushed it open and stepped inside. Out of the corner of his eye he saw you sitting on the couch with a glass in your hand, and judging by your expression he could tell you weren't drinking iced tea. Sherlock tried to avoid talking to you and started to walk away but you started talking.
"Where were you?" You asked.
Sherlock looked back at you and shrugged, "On a case." He answered.
"And you didn't tell me?" You asked right after as if you knew what his answer was before.
"I didn't know I needed your permission." He retorted.
You were on your feet in a split second and Sherlock nearly jumped in surprise. "That's not what I meant, Sherlock!" You shouted.
"Well what did you mean?!" Sherlock shouted back.
"I don't mind that you go on a case but it would be nice to know before I go out of my way to make a pan of lasagna that's now just gonna go to waste!"
"Why did you bother in the first place?!"
There was an explosion of glass beside the detective. The glass you had just thrown had just barely missed his face and was now tiny pieces on the ground.
"Dang it, Sherlock! We had plans!" You shouted.
"Plans?" Sherlock laughed.
"Yes! And if you cared enough, you'd of remembered. We were supposed to have John, Rosie, and Mrs. Hudson here for dinner! That's why I bothered to make it!"
Sherlock was silent, trying to recall when the two of you had made those plans. You sat back down, and stared at the ground.
"I thought that John would have at least tried to come."
Sherlock then flashbacked to the case he had just come back from. There were a few different times that John had tried to catch his friends attention and now the detective was figuring out what he was trying to tell him. Sherlock came back to the present and stared at you as you started to head to your room.
"Y/n, I-"
"Don't bother Sherlock. I just don't want to hear it." You walked off and headed to your room, closing the door behind you.
Sherlock stood there in complete silence, the only sound was his heavy breathing as he realized the mistake he had made. Sherlock sat down and whipped out his phone. He went to John's contact and dialed him. He pressed the phone to his ear and listened to it ring.
"Please be awake. Please be awake." Sherlock whispered.
After two more rings, John's voice came over.
"Hello?"
"John!" Sherlock said in relief.
"Sherlock? What's this about? It's one o'clock in the morning." John groaned.
Sherlock sighed, "I messed up, John, and..." He sighed, "...and I need your help."
~*~
You hadn't left your room since the part night. It was ten o'clock now and you decided that you should go and socialize. Just not with a certain detective. You grabbed your phone and sent a text to one of your closest friends.
'Hey, wanna get breakfast?' You pressed send and about a minute later you received a reply.
'You bet! Meet at my place.'
You smiled and sent one last quick message.
'Thanks Molly. You're the best!'
You rolled out of bed and put on a fresh outfit, making you look as presentable as possible. You took a deep breath and opened the door. Sherlock didn't bother you at all. In fact, you didn't even see him. You were glad but to be honest you wanted to see him. You felt bad for yelling at him. You glanced at the fireplace momentarily and saw that he had cleaned up the pieces of the glass you had thrown. You sighed and shook your head and continued to head out the door.
~~~
"Sherlock, just calm down!" John told his friend who wouldn't stop pacing.
"How can I calm down?! If this sort of thing keeps up it could destroy our relationship!" Sherlock practically shouted.
John sighed, "Look. If you want to show y/n that you are really, truly sorry, you have to do something to show it. You can't just say that you're sorry. That just isn't enough for them..for some reason." He ex-army doctor explained.
"But what could I do?" Sherlock asked and dropped himself onto the couch.
John situated himself so that he was facing his friend. "Make her dinner." He said plain and simple.
"What?" Sherlock asked.
"Make her dinner." John repeated.
Sherlock stared at the coffee table for a good two minutes before he shook his head.
"No." He said.
"Beg your pardon?" John asked.
"No. I can't just make her dinner. I have to do something more than just food." He paused and a smile tugged at his lips, "I know just what to do." He said.
He got up and grabbed John's wrist dragging him out the door.
"Wait! Sherlock!" He called trying to keep up with the detective's strides.
He grabbed his coat and slipped it on. The stepped outside and Sherlock hailed a cab.
"Where are we going, Sherlock?" The cab stopped and Sherlock reached for the door handle.
"Shopping." He said.
~~~
"So," Molly started, cutting her pancake. "What's on your mind?"
You took a bite of your bacon strip. "Sherlock." You answered simply.
Molly nodded in understanding, "Had another fight?" She asked.
You just nodded, "I may have overreacted." You said quietly.
Molly smiled sympathetically. "Well, it is Sherlock we're talking about."
You laughed at that. Molly smiled, proud that she was able to lift your spirits somewhat.
"There's that smile!" She exclaimed.
You looked at you friend, "I don't know how you do it Molly. Thanks!"
"That's what friends are for!" She responded.
You laughed and finished your meal.
~*~
Sherlock was pacing once again. He took deep breaths trying to stay calm. His palms were sweating non-stop.
"So, you remember the plan?" John asked for what felt like the thousandth time.
"Yes!" Sherlock answered, feeling slightly annoyed.
"Sorry mate. Just making sure." He responded.
Sherlock let out another breath, "Ugh, where is she?"
"She'll be here. Just give her time."
Then as if on cue, the door downstairs opened and then shut. Sherlock stated at John, his eyes wide, pure fear in the man's face.
"Here she is!" He said and winked.
Sherlock cleared his throat and took one more deep breath. He watched the doorway until...
You paused when you saw Sherlock and John both staring at the door. You stepped in cautiously.
"Umm...you guys okay?" You asked.
John nudged Sherlock with his elbow and Sherlock started speaking.
"We're fine." He answered rather suddenly. He cleared his throat again. "Umm, y/n will you come with me?" He asked extending his hand to you.
You eyed him suspiciously but took his hand nonetheless. You stared into his eyes, forcing back your smile.
"Sherlock." You said.
"Yes?" He asked.
You couldn't stop the smile now, "Your hands are really sweaty."
Sherlock pulled his hand back and looked embarrassed. You laughed and brushed a strand of hair behind your ear.
"How about I just follow you?" You asked.
Sherlock nodded, "That'll work."
You followed the detective to the roof. When you stepped out you gasped. There was a table for two all set up ready for them. You stood there in shock as Sherlock walked towards the table. You went slowly forward.
"Oh Sherlock." You started. "This is beautiful!" You exclaimed.
Sherlock pulled the chair out for you to sit in. He then went to his spot and sat as well. You looked at what he had prepared and let out a laugh.
"You saved my lasagna." You stated.
Sherlock smiled, "I couldn't let it go to waste."
You were blushing like crazy now and then sighed, "I feel way too underdressed." You commented looking down at your jeans and t-shirt.
"I think you look perfect." Sherlock stated.
You rolled your eyes, "You don't have to do that." You said.
"Do what?" Sherlock asked.
"Keep saying all these nice things and doing all this just to say sorry!" You explained.
"This isn't just sorry, y/n." He said.
You furrowed your eyebrows. "What do you mean?"
Sherlock took a deep breath knowing there was no going back now.
"Y/n we've been together for six months, two weeks, and twelve days." You rolled your eyes at his preciseness. "And throughout the entirety of those six months, two weeks, and-"
"Okay! I get it. We've been together for that long! Get on with it!" You interrupted.
Sherlock blinked and then got back into his speech. "Umm...I realized that, you're the best thing that has ever happened to me." He said and locked eyes with you.
Sherlock then got up from his seat and stepped over to you. You gulped having an idea of what was coming but wasn't quite sure. He got down on one knee and you looked away blinking away tears.
"Y/n y/l/n, will you marry me?" He asked and flashed his puppy dog eyes at you.
You sniffed as tears cascaded down you cheeks. You nodded.
"Yes. Yes of course!"
Sherlock smiled and slipped the ring on your finger. You both stood and you wrapped your arms around him. You just barely caught John and Mrs. Hudson spying on you two. They gasped and zipped away knowing they'd been caught. You smiled and rested your head on his shoulder.
"I love you, Sherlock." You whispered.
Sherlock smiled, "I love you too, y/n."
A/n: I am really, really, really, reeaally sorry I didn't update sooner. I'm very bad at sticking to what I say. 😬 Anyway, I hope you all don't hate me for not posting. I also hope you enjoyed this.
Also (though it probably won't make too much of a difference to you guys) I will not be able to update next week. I will be at camp and won't have any electronics. I will try very hard to update more often. I have a lot of ideas stored up in my mess of a brain that I want to write asap.
But anyway. Thanks for reading! I love all of you guys! Without you I wouldn't be this far! Love you! 😁💖