Stress is an understatement at this flat and that’s to say the least. With all the investigations and mysteries tensions have been high and Sherlock has been seeming not so cheery.
And that is why as he focused on a book he was reading, trying to relax, I set up the little prank I have planned for John. He is out buying bread from the bakery and I smile as I continue to set up.
Sherlock keeps glancing at me and I know hes realized what im doing.
I set up the whip cream and the plates and attach the pullies to the door. I wait happily sitting behind the contraptions as I hear John making his way towards the flat.
I grin and bounce in my spot. Sherlock now raises his eyes from the book a few seconds before the lock is turned.
The door opens and the sounds of pullies go off. Two seconds later John has whipped cream all over his face and I am sitting on the floor laughing then I look back at Sherlock. He tries to suppress it but eventually laughs along quietly as well.
“That was so funny.” I wheeze out between laughter.
“No! Its not,Its not okay!” John lets out annoyed and I turn back to Sherlock who winks at me. Turning back to John I give him a sheepish shrug.
“Surprise?” John nods in annoyance and shuts the door before walking over and around the contraption infront of me and takes a handful of whipcream from his face to rub on my cheek.
“Hey!” I let out an annoyed whine and bat his hand away.
“Not okay!” He announces from the kitchen.
I turn to Sherlock and smile.
“That would not be the wisest move Y/N.” He says.
I smile and walk over giving him a hug and places my cheek on his head. The whippedcream ends up in his hair and I laugh.
“Common Sherlock cheer up!” I say “It’s been a good day!”
I turn to the direction of the kitchen and smile as I call “Love you John!”
“Uh huh.” He smiles as he exits with a towel whiping off the whipped cream. “Love you too.”
“I call first shower!” I say quickly before hurrying down the hall. John tries to race me but Sherlock and his long legs slip infront of us last moment and shuts the door. “Nice try!” I can hear the smile in his voice. I turn to John and raise my hand. I keep motioning to my hand until he gives me a high five.
“Best Flat Mates ever.” I smile and turn back to clean up the huge mess ive made.
Hope you enjoyed.
Im trying to write more Sherlock/Doctor who/superwholock imagines because ive only written Supernatural ones so far.
A story centered around the lives of Gaster, Sans, and Papyrus from beginning to end. Themes will be both happy and tragic.
Ever since Papyrus had been born, Sans read to him. A bedtime story was always a must, although during the day he would read to him too. Papyrus was still very young, but reading really wasn’t much of his strong suit. Sometimes Sans wondered if he had gotten the only part capable of reading and literature from his creator, as Gaster definitely wasn’t any better at it. Unless it was in his own strange handwriting it often took him ages to even finish a single sentence.
Despite not being very good at it Papyrus was still determined to learn how to read. Often he would shove a hand over his brother’s mouth and loudly announce that it was ‘his turn’ before attempting to read. Sans encouraged him all the way, not wanting his little brother to ever feel like he couldn’t do something or achieve a task if he put his mind to it.
be damn, lucky fox” he now got the idea what Ace was now but took note
to not step on his new addiction from behind “does it feel weird to have
a tail-oh shit you have the ears too..they blended in so good” he
looked at them a bit then stare at him as he said it went with his own
hair making the artist fluster a bit “Flirtatious Fox..mean it does, I
once had dye my hair red strikes, but it looks good on you even makes
your beard stand out little more. He reach out to give the gambler bit
of a chin scratch with his finger “even when it’s ruffled up like
that..I like it” he smirked then realize what he was doing “..great now
im doing it too”
“Ah, cher it truly is wonderful to hear your voice again.” Ace had a hard enough time keeping his English in line with the accent Nye had it was hard to get an instant grasp of what was said. “Red streaks would look very nice in your dark hair. Yes its quite weird to be so different… I’m still me but I don’t feel like it.”
He hummed happily as Nye scratched at his chin then gave a look of slight self-disgust. “I think this was the last thing i really needed… Now no one’s gonna take this swamp-rat seriously.” He sounded slightly angered but mostly disappointed. “I should wear my suit so my hair doesn’t make my clothes look near so dirty…” he said commenting on his apparel.