Can you write a Sherlolly with the college au prompt: You’re baking cookies in the communal kitchen at 3am and I’m angry but also really hungry. (I stole the idea from that one long au prompt post but thought it was super cute!)
Heeeeeey, remember that time I asked for prompts and then only filled one of them? Yeah, about that……I’m starting to fill them this weekend. :P Hopefully. Maybe. Thanks for the prompt! Also, full disclaimer, I have zero knowledge of how dorms in English university work. Are co-ed dorms a thing? I don’t know. And I didn’t want to do research. So. Yeah. I’m super lazy. It’s fine.
At first, Molly had been excited that her roomwas right next to the communal kitchen. Who wouldn’t be? But that was beforeshe realized that not everyone ran on her schedule. And that when the otherpeople that lived in on the floor got a hankering for food after a late-nightbender, she’d be unable to ignore their drunken misadventures with cereal.
At least most of them, even when drunk, weresort of quiet, realizing that they shared the space with other people. But notthe dickhead who was in there now at – she checked her alarm clock – 3:07am.She groaned and pulled the pillow off the top of her head (she’d been trying toblock out the noise, to no avail). Grabbing her glasses and throwing on adressing gown, she exited the room, ready to give the person in the kitchen apiece of her mind.
She couldn’t smell whatever he was making frominside her room, but the second that she stepped outside, she got a whiff ofsome delicious smelling cookies. Quite without her permission, her stomachgrumbled. Molly frowned and tied the sash on her dressing gown tighter, as ifit would help. “Some of us are trying to sleep, you git. Can you at least keepit down if you insist on baking cookies at 3am?”
The cookie-baker turned around and Mollycouldn’t help but notice that he was the most beautiful boy she’d ever laideyes on. It didn’t soothe her irritation though; in fact, it almost made itworse. Of course he was beautiful and making a racket at 3am and here Mollywas, looking like something that her cat would have drug in. It was the storyof her life.
“Would you be less angry if I gave you some ofthe cookies?” he asked, his eyebrows quirking up, as if he was amused with her.
Molly huffed and crossed her arms. “Probablynot, but you can try.”
The beautiful boy smiled and nodded towards astool that was on the other side of the counter from where the oven was.“They’re almost done. It’s an experiment.”
Her eyes narrowed. “You didn’t drug them, didyou?”
“No!” he said immediately, turning around andexamining her. “No, of course not. Need to check the sugar levels of my bloodafter eating them and then sleeping for a few hours.”
Molly let loose a jaw-cracking yawn and thenslouched down, resting her head on top of her folded arms. “And why are youdoing this now instead of at a decent hour?”
He shrugged. “Came back from the library and myroommate John sexiled me…again. Needed to run this experiment anyway, sofigured there’s no time like the present.”
“So glad I have a single room,” Molly mumbled,her eyes drooping closed for a moment before she jolted awake again. Shestraightened up, pushing her glasses up her nose. “I’m Molly, by the way.”
“Sherlock,” the beautiful boy said. Mollyscoffed. Of course the beautiful boy baking cookies at 3am had a ridiculousname like Sherlock. Posh git.
“We’ll have to eat these in your room. Bradley,down the hall, is a sleepwalker and gets very cross to find someone in thekitchen. If he sticks to his pattern, he’ll be coming down the hall in aboutfive minutes.”
“How do you know that?”
A shoulder raised and then droppednonchalantly. “John’s a bit of a tart. I spend a lot of nights outside of theroom. I’m lucky that I don’t sleep that often anyway.” He opened the door tothe oven and quickly grabbed a towel to protect his hand, before he pulled thetray of cookies out. “Perfect,” he murmured, more to himself than to her. Hecarefully transferred the cookies from the tray to a plate that he had sittingon the counter.
“Shall we?”
Molly eyed him suspiciously as he stood therewith the cookies, looking at her expectantly.
“Promise you won’t murder me?”
He sighed and rolled his eyes. “I promise Iwon’t murder you, Molly.”
She nodded and hopped off the stool and led theway back to her room.
Years later, Molly got a particular kick out ofthe fact that Sherlock surprised her with chocolate chip cookies at theirwedding reception. No one else understood the joke.
