Star Trek Chatroom (x Reader) - 1(y/n) has logged on.Star Trek Chatroom (x Reader) - 11 day ago in Humor More Like This
(y/n) has started a chatroom.
Kirk has logged on.
(y/n): YOU'VE GOT TO HELP ME!
Kirk: What? Why? What's going on?
(y/n): BONES IS MAKING ME DO PAPERWORK
(y/n): PLEASE! YOU'VE GOT TO HELP ME!
Kirk: LOL you made that mistake when you decided to start working in Med Bay
(y/n): Dammit Jim
McCoy has logged on.
McCoy: (y/n) what are you doing?
McCoy has changed their name to Bones.
Bones: Dammit (y/n)! Change my name back!
(y/n): lol no
Bones: I need new friends
Chekov has logged on.
Kirk: Oh hey Chekov! What's up?
Chekov: You've got to help me!!
Chekov: Sulu's chasing after me! He's gonna kill me!
Kirk: Why? What did you do this time?
Chekov: Nothing! He thinks I stole his fencing equipment or something
Kirk: Oh shit
Kirk: This is bad
Bones: (y/n)... what did you do?
(y/n): What?! Nothing!
Kirk: Oh my gosh! You stole his fencing stuff!
(y/n): What?! No!
Just a Favour, for a damsel [Sherlock X Reader] 28Chapter 28: A tedious attemptJust a Favour, for a damsel [Sherlock X Reader] 282 days ago in Romance More Like This
After John had left, you and Sherlock were alone.
The Detective did what he usually did, check his emails and hope for a challenge or a murder, but it was the usual ‘spam’ he hated with a passion.
You had nothing better to do than rummage through the kitchen, observing his experiments and wonderful ways to ruin nice looking china with human parts, but that soon got boring, so you retreated upstairs for some peace and quiet, perhaps sort out some nice outfits while you were at it.
Downstairs not half an hour later, an odd sound came from the Detective’s bedroom, the sound of the wooden floor creaking underweight.
Sherlock stopped typing and turned his head
Just a Favour, for a Damsel [Sherlock X Reader] 27Chapter 27: A small panicJust a Favour, for a Damsel [Sherlock X Reader] 272 days ago in Romance More Like This
Morning arrived quickly after being up half the night; Sherlock hadn’t moved a muscle since he’d fell asleep in peace on you, his mind was at ease and didn’t feel like waking.
You had managed to fall asleep not long after him, his warm body kept yours warm.
John had woke up around eight that morning, he’d slept like a log giving the circumstances and was now finishing up his full English breakfast cooked for him by Mrs. Hudson, “That was bloody lovely” he commented, pushing his empty plate away from him and sitting back in his chair.
The elderly woman smirked and tided up the mess, glad that her cooking was enjoyed once again.