HOLA MY PEOPLE!!!! HOW IS YE DIS FINE MORNING NIGHT AFTERNOON WHATEVER?!?!!!

This is this and here's the first chapter.

I write character x reader differently so it's more like your point of view, as if you're telling the story.

(Y/N) Your name
(L/N) Last name
(E/C) Eye color
(H/C) Hair color
(H/L) Hair length
(Y/C) Your Country
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I walked down Baker Street, looking for 221. I was going to live in a flat there.

My aunt, everyone calls her Mrs. Hudson, well... I call her Hudders, she heard that I was moving to London and gave me a place to stay for free!!

I was about to knock on the black, beat up, door when it opened. A very attractive man with gorgeous eyes, and incredible hair, wearing a trench coat and a blue scarf walked out.

Behind him was a shorter man with chocolatey-brown eyes, and short fluffy blonde hair, wearing a beige jumper.

"Sherlock slow down!" The short hedgehog-like man exclaimed as the one I supposed was Sherlock brushed by me. "Sorry about him. OI SHERLOCK COME SAY HELLO TO OUR NEW NEIGHBOUR! You're (Y/N) (L/N) I assume?"

"Yeah. I'm guessing Hudders mentioned that I was coming?" I laughed.

"Yeah." He chuckled. "I'm John. John Watson." he put out his hand which I shook.

"Excuse my yelling for a second... SHERLOCK GET YOUR BLOODY ARSE OVER HERE AND SAY HELLO!!" He yelled.

Sherlock rolled his eyes and walked over.

"Hello. You're Mrs. Hudson's niece here from (Y/C) to go to University. You have (Number of Siblings) and you read an assortment of fictional love stories online." He said quite quickly with a sarcastic smile.

"Alrighty then." I replied.

It's too bad the hot ones are always assholes.

---!--- Timey Wimey Wibbly Wobbly Skip ---!---

After a couple months Sherlock and I managed to become friends.

But... I managed to fall in love with him.

I'm pretty sure he knows. He is a genius. And I'm not very good at covering up the signs of attraction

"John." I said one day, looking over at the blogger.

"Yeah?" He replied absentmindedly.

"Do you think Sherlock could ever love someone?"

John studied me for a minute.

"I think he already does." he said finally.

"Who?" I asked, my heart falling.

"Why you of course. Haven't you noticed?"

"Me?! Noticed what?"

"Well he shows all the obvious signs of attraction around you... Oh but you're probably too busy trying to hide your signs of attraction." he said with a smug grin.

I felt my cheeks heat up.

"I... I-I think I love him." I whispered. "But I'm scared that he'll never love me back."

I closed my eyes and let tears roll down my cheeks. I didn't notice I was crying.

I was so stupid to fall for a man who has a heart of ice.

But suddenly I felt a pair of lips on mine. It was a quick kiss, but passionate and loving.

I opened my eyes to see beautiful blue-green-gold ones filled with the depths of the universe staring back into my (E/C) ones.

"(Y/N)..." he whispered. "I love you more then anyone or anything in this world or any other world."

I didn't know how to reply. I wanted to say everything but I said nothing.

Sherlock understood. He understood that I love him. That no matter what I would always love him.

And all we needed to understand was a look into each other's eyes.

Eyes are like a window that you can see out of, but no one can see in.

But there will be one person who can see in. They can see all your emotions and secrets. And you trust them.

Sherlock was that person for me.

I broke eye contact, only to flicker my eyes down to his bow-shaped lips.

And we leaned in and connected our lips, and although we had kissed just before, I felt sparks of a first kiss shoot through me.

Fireworks shot off in my head, my body was filled with raging fire, shooting out from where his hands were on my waist.

Our lips fit together like puzzle pieces and time was nonexistent. Passion and slight lust filled all of my senses.

I felt his tongue lick my bottom lip, asking for entrance, which I gladly obliged.

The taste of him overwhelmed me, it was so... Sherlock.

But we had to break apart for sadly, we were human and breathing was necessary.

"I love you Sherlock Holmes." I said confidently, though I was slightly out of breath.

"I love you too (Y/N) (L/N)." He replied.

And John smiled at the new found love.

Oh and Hudders dropped the tea. Again.

Fin
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So...? I tried it went from all happy and stuff to really deep. I don't even know what happened there.

I hope you likey!!

Au revoir,
The Queen™

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(I don't mean to sound so stuck up. This is just how I sign off.)