Sherlock Imagines (Discontinued)

Sherlock x Reader Pt.1

MEETING THE BOYS
(Imagine: moving to London from America and your all alone, and then you meet the boys)
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I never thought that moving to London was going to be like this. But here I am, sitting in the basement of an apartment on Baker Street: 221C. Looking around, its nothing special, I see a "bit" of dust and thats defiantly getting to me.
I sighed and suddenly hear gunshots from upstairs and I immediately duck down, thinking it was aimed at me.
Once I realize they weren't, I quickly left the apartment. 'What if someone's hurt?' I thought as I quickly went upstairs and knocked "hello? Is everything okay?" I asked, loud enough for my neighbors to hear me.
The gunshots stop and I could hear two people arguing through the thin door. Then it opens. In front of me is a man, about my height, with silver blond hair and a kind smile, though I could tell he was irritated.
"Sorry about that, Sherlocks making a scuffle." He said and sighed, glancing over at who I assumed was sherlock and I froze slightly, taking in the sight of the other man.
He was tall: That was my first thought. He was also holding a gun: Second thought. He looked over to me and I bit my lip lightly. His cheekbones and those eyes, with the pajamas he was in.. And that hair, that curly brown muss of hair was definetly getting to me. And I couldn't help noticing that he was staring back.
The man who opened the door glanced at sherlock then at me and then cleared his throat "who are you?" He asked, not meaning to be rude of anything.
I broke out of whatever hypnosis I was in "uh.. Yea, sorry. My name is Y/N. I just moved in downstairs last night and I heard the gunshots..."
Sherlock tossed the gun on the couch and walked out of my line of sight and I looked to the shorter man. "Who are you?"
He nodded "my names John Watson, that arse is Sherlock Holmes." He gestured to Sherlock somewhere behind him. "Want to come in?" He asked in an inviting voice.
I smiled, liking the friendliness... Well.. Besides the fact one of them was just shooting a gun... And I nodded and walked in.
I looked around and smiled "wow.." I whispered, seeing the big map on the wall next to a smiley face obviously vandalized onto the wallpaper. There were strings hooked to different pictures and it looked straight out of a movie.
John smiled "nice to meet you, Y/N." He shook my hand "don't mind sherlock. He's a bit of an arse, as I said before. Have a seat, I'll make you tea." He said and gestured to one of the chairs.
I chuckled lightly and nodded and looked to the neat looking black chair near the windows and decide to sit there. Soon, John was back with cups of tea. I didn't want to tell him that normally I'm not that big fan of tea, I am in London after all, but I just made my first... friend?... Since moving here and i didn't want to mess it up. I gladly take the tea, Smiling.
He smiled at you "so I can't help but notice you have a different accent?" He said, sitting in the chair across from me.
I was about to answer but Sherlock said something loudly from the other room, which I assumed was the kitchen. "AMERICAN" he said and I blushed "yea." I chuckled lightly.
He sighed and rolled his eyes and kept drinking his tea.
Sherlock walked out and saw which chair I was in and his eyebrows furrowed, his eyes narrowed and he quickly turned and looked to the wall with all the pictures, staring again, like before.
I look at him and drink my tea 'its not bad..' I think to myself and smiled to John "well, thank you two for inviting me in. I have to go back downstairs and unpack now.." I said
John nodded "come up anytime!" He said as he took my cup and I walked out the door.
I could hear in the background Sherlock scoffing and another gunshot came. I could mentally see john just shake his head and sigh and I walk downstairs to my apartment, and look at all the dirt and dust and boxes and I sighed and got to work.