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Sherlock BBC John x Glasses Reader Part One

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Sherlock BBC: John x Glasses Reader Part One 
You check your email. Recently you've been trying to track down your family, as you were separated from them at a young age. There seems to be an unread message. Excitedly you scroll over the icon and click to read a message from the famous detective Sherlock Holmes. 

In Regards To Missing Family: 
To my client. 
Your recent donation was not required and is being returned to you in the mail promptly. 
I have located your family and have provided their address at the end of this letter. 
That is all. 
-SH 

Quickly you stare at the address and phone number he left in the email. As you pull out your cell phone you get a chill and can not seem to conjure the courage to call strangers. It's all difficult as you recently moved and had yet to unpack. 

"I must pay him in some way." (insert your name) felt determined to give the detective something. 

(insert name here) got up from the sofa, and went to the bedroom. Rummaging through the closet for a decent outfit. You pull out a dark gray shirt, the collar had a white hem and the rest of the collar was a blue and green plaid, the bust area was different from the dark gray color and had a matching plaid fabric with navy buttons going down the fabric. The sleeves are long and the cuffs are the same plaid fabric. The bottom hem of the shirt was frayed to add style to the shirt. Looking through the closet you pulled out various trousers and home made jeans. You eye the long skirts and grab the plain matching dark gray skirt. 
(Insert name here) walked out of the closet and placed the selected clothes on the single twin bed in the room. You walk up to your jewelry armoire and open the side panel. Inside is a music box that plays a jive like tune. Upon opening it you pulled out a silver necklace that had two small, blue beads and one larger size gray-white pearl that rested between them. You quickly change and put on a nice white coat with fake fur around the collar. As you walk to the door you look at the umbrella prop up against the wall right by the door. It's suppose to be cold, and muggy, but no forecast of rain, so you leave it and walk out to the famous flat 221 B Baker Street. 

Bundled up you walk the cold streets of London, dodging cars that pass and splash up murky water towards you. To wear this white coat was a mistake, but you couldn't worry about something so trivial. Knocking on the door an elderly woman answers. 

"Oh hello dear." she smiled remembering you from a week before when you first visited. 
"Hello, is Mr. Holmes in?" you asked being polite. 
"He is, come in before you catch a cold dear." she stepped aside holding the door for you. 

You smiled at Mrs. Hudson feeling invited into the cozy home she had kept so well. As you walked to the flat you could hear the busy hands of John Watson preparing tea. Giving the signal knock of a client you wait patiently as you hear.... 

"Oh no Sherlock, don't get up! I've got it." John teased as Sherlock seemed lazier then ever today. "Oh, hello (Insert name here), you're looking rather......amazing actually." he smiled at you nervously. 

Sherlock looked over from where he was laying on the sofa. 

"Childish ensemble, did you not receive my email? There's no reason for you to be here now." Sherlock retorted as he saw John give you attention. 
"Sherlock behave." John scolded. "Oh your coat....Hold on I think I have something for that." 
"Um, thank you." you smiled finding John very pleasant. 

John returned with a damp cloth and lightly dabbed at the spots on the coat. Then used a dry towel. 

"Is it raining?" he asked. 
"No, no, it's the cars splashing up the last of spring rain that was around the curb." you explained. 
"Oh I see. Well there you go." John smiled feeling helpful. 
"Thank you." you looked at Sherlock who now seemed to be ignoring you. ".....I did in fact get your email Mr. Holmes. I wanted to thank you. Seeing as you didn't take my money donation I'll leave my card here."
"Your card?" Sherlock scoffed, thinking you were proud and boring.

John moved closer to you as you handed him the card.

"(Insert your shop name here). Oh! The shoe store that opened up last year. That's your business?"he asked excitingly.
"Yes, I wanted to hire a private detective, but after reading your blog and the papers I thought Sherlock was the better choice. He won't accept payment though, so if you are ever in some need of shoes I'm willing to give you two new pairs each. Mrs. Hudson too."
"That's brilliant! Are you sure?" John asked. "I do need a new pair for work at the hospital."

You smile at John, eager to help him find the perfect shoes for him.

"Yes, please call ahead of time so I can close shop early and let you in the back. That way you won't be disturbed by fans or anything."

Sherlock looked over and held his hand out. Both you and John look at the consulting detective. You moved closer and held out a business card to him as well. He took it aggressively and quickly and rolled around, laying on his side, back to you.

"Oh ignore him. That means he likes your idea, but hates admitting it." John laughed. "Would be all right if we went there now?" John asked. "I have work tomorrow, and would really like a new pair right away. If it's not too much of a hassle."
"No problem!"
"Great I'll get my coat then. I'm stepping out Sherlock, I'll be right back." John said grabbing his coat. 
"I don't understand your wants of trying to impress the opposite sex. Everyone you date is so boring." Sherlock sighed. "Pick up milk."

John rolled his eyes feeling embarrassed, and he quickly walks out with you before Sherlock could elaborate. 
As the two of you walked to your store, there was a booming noise of thunder as the gray sky lit up with lightning. You jumped shocked as it began to downpour. Instantly John grabbed your hand and made a mad dash for the dinner that was a few houses down. Arm outstretched you weren't expecting the full sprint and could barely keep up with the military man who lead you to an awning. You looked up at John, his dusty light brown bangs were plastered to his forehead, he was soaked. 

"Seems like we didn't make it under here soon enough. I'm sorry." he looked at you apologeticly.

The rain made him glow a bit. The droplets falling from his face and hair. He slowly let go of your hand reluctantly.

"Well it's good we got under here anyway. My coat is thick enough to keep most of the rain out." 
"Oh good, then you stay right here, I'll go down the block to buy an umbrella and be right back." John offered. 
"What, I can run with you." you replied.

John was impressed with your answer. A bit like a soldier, that's what he saw.

"Nah, it's raining mad. Best if only one of us gets wet." he protested. 
"Then take my coat, it's thicker." you offer.
"I couldn't, you'd be cold." John countered your offer. "I'll be right back, okay?" he smiled.
"........." you realize you don't have a choice and found it sweet he'd go through this trouble instead of waiting it out. Giving John a nod, he dashed across the block and got soaked to the bone. He soon returned with the umbrella.

"Sorry, ...um.....the machine wouldn't let me buy two for some bloody reason." he hissed.
"That's okay, we can share."

John lit up like a Christmas tree, happy you suggested the idea. Shoulder to shoulder the two of you made your way to the store taking your time. It seemed the London cabs were far too busy and full to bother trying to catch one. You lean against John's shoulder slightly and he smiled warmly. He opened the door for you and you lock up behind yourself and John. John stayed on the welcome mat worried to leave it and make a mess. Thanks to your heavy coat you weren't nearly as soaked as the military man.

"I've got some work uniforms. I think there might be one in your size." you walk away looking for something that would fit John.

John waited, shaking like a leaf. He watched worried he was too much trouble, after given the uniform he didn't complain, and went straight to the restroom putting the new clothes on. He walked out in the stores signature colors. Dress pants, blazer with the store's name on the back, and a white short sleeve shirt underneath. 
John looked at the blazer sleeves.

"This is actually nice.....I hope I'm not being any trouble....."
"Not at all, thanks for the umbrella."

The two of you walk the isles. You telling him about the different arches for shoes and things.

"Well it has to be white shoes, I'd like some traction on them because hospital floors are so clean that I've seen a few staff members fall already." You laugh at John's stories about silly tumbles some of the staff takes. 

"Here, how about these?"
You climbed up a ladder to get to the top shelf and grab some white shoes that was the right size. John's eyes scanned your backside but he quickly turned away embarrassed. You walked back down noticing his face blushing a little.

"Are you catching a cold?"
"Hm, no.. I'm all right." he looked at the shoes and sat down trying them on.

You knelt next to him tying them for him. This was natural for you to do. Your hands squeezed the sides of the shoe gently to make sure it was wide enough only to hear John giggle. You looked up confused.

"Sorry I'm ticklish."

You couldn't help but smile at his cute face, and pushed down by his big toe to make sure everything was the right size. He then got up to walk around.

"This is fantastic thank you!" he took them off and had decided he wanted them.
"Sure anytime. It's the least I could do. I haven't contacted my parents yet....I'm a bit afraid." you admitted.
"I'm sure it'll all be well." John quickly reassured you.

You watch him shyly and fixed your glasses on your face. John smiled.

"Um.....would... you mind going out for coffee sometime?" he asked.
"I'd (input your response).


End of part one!
Can you and John find love, or will an outside force stop you?
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