After a few days of unpacking, you finally are moved in. Mrs.Hudson came and made you some tea and cookies as a welcome present. She made it VERY CLEAR that she wasn't your maid, but you just ignored that fact. Also, Sherlock came and looked at your apartment after you were settled in properly. He seemed impressed with your style of furniture, and made no smart-alickey comments on it at all, which confused and impressed John.
"How in the world did you manage that?!" he said. You had just shrugged your shoulders in response and continued to put sheets and blankets on your bed. Every day after that for about a week, you heard bumps and crashes coming from sherlock a flat. One day, it woke you up from a comfortable and warm sleep. You immediately got up, put on your bathrobe and stormed upstairs. You didn't even bother to knock, just stormed into the flat and saw Sherlock shooting the wall, yelling "bored!" at John. When you burst into the room, Sherlock and John looked at you, and John buried his face in his hands. But Sherlock did something different. He smiled at the look of mingled anger and confusion on your face, then threw the gun at the couch.
"Good morning, (y/n), how are you?" said Sherlock, trying to be completely oblivious that he woke you up.
"I was fine until I was rudely awoken by gunfire coming from your flat." You answered. Sherlock nodded, as if he understood that you wanted to sleep past seven thirteen in the morning that Saturday, then turned to go make tea. This deeply confused you, and also confused John. He looked at you, and you shrugged, tilting your head slightly to the right. You then took off your coat and sat down in the couch (almost sitting on the gun, which you moved) and waited for Sherlock to come in with the tea. After a while, he finally did enter, but he was blushing slightly. John looked at you, and you had a confused look on your face. Sherlock gave you the tea, then gave John some tea, (or tried to, but spilled it all over him because he was looking at you) and sat down to drink his own.
Sherlock then explained why he was shooting the wall.

Heyyyyyy guys! So, I wrote, and while writing I had a sudden thought: I don't call my followers anything! Ya know, how the writers sometimes give their followers a nickname? Well, I wanna do that! Only I need your help 'cause I tried and I failed, so I would love it if you could comment your ideas! Bye for now!
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