Sherlock started a chatroom.

Sherlock changed his name to S.H.

S.H. added Y/n to the chat.

S.H: Darling Y/n, the love of my life.

Y/n: What the hell Sherlock! I choked on my coffee!

S.H.: I love you.

Y/n: Oh My God! What did you do this time?

S.H.: I feel offended. Can I not express my newfound emotions to my you? Isn't that what normal people do with their romantic partners?

Y/n: You clearly did something. Something big. Spill it.

S.H.: Again, offended. Did you not read what i wrote earlier?

Y/N: *eye roll* Yes i did. But did you read what you typed?

S.H.: Oh. We are far from normal. Apologies. I typed in haste.

Y/n: Great! Now that you've realised my point Tell Me What TROUBLE YOU CAUSED this time?

S.H: I did no such thing.

Y/n: Mm hm.

S.H: You dont believe me?

Y/n: Cut the bull William. Tell me- What did you do?

S.H.: Why do you ask a such thing?

Y/n: You, my dearest, are a horrible liar. Now spill it!

S.H.: Well..

Y/n: Well what?

S.H.: . . .

Y/n: That's it! Just 3 dots?!

S.H is typing....

Y/n: ( ఠ ͟ʖ ఠ)

S.H is typing....

Y/n: How long are you going to keep typing?

S.H is typing...

Y/n: (눈_눈)

Y/n: Okay thats it.

Y/n added John to the chat.

Y/n: Speak. What did he do this time?

John: Umm. Idk?

Y/n: John :) say :) it :) dont:) my :) patience:) okay:)

John: He was moping around your shared closet today.

Y/n: He what?

S.H: Hello John.

John: Hello Sherlock.

Y/n: Save your hellos for later! Now John keep going.

John: And he found a pink box.

S.H: Such a lovely weather today, isn't it?

John: Erm, yes... lovely hailstorm outside.

Y/n: My chocolate stash! You fiend! Tell me what did you do?! DID YOU EAT THEM?!

John: No. Not that box. He found the one with the flowery patterns.

S.H: I haven't had the chance to experiment in quite a long time ever since i've ran out of thumbs.

John: You've ran out of thumbs?

Y/n: Then cut your own thumb and use it you arse! And the hell are typing so fast now when it took you so long when i asked you?! John! CONTINUE! Say, What Did he do with my box?!

John: Yes maam. He took the perfumes and shoes out of them.

Y/n: MY Precious Perfumes! MY SHOES! What Did He Do WiTh tHem?!

S.H: Like I said, i did nothing. Right john?

John: And we also found a red card with the sender's initial as J.M.

S.H: Oh seems like I've also run out of tongues.

Y/n kicked S.H out of the chat.

John: Thank you.

Y/n: Your welcome. Now tell me what did he do with them!

Y/n: Wait! Oh GOD! Dont Tell me He Mistook the initials for Moriarty.

John: Yes. He did.

Y/n: ThE Sender Was My CouSin Jacob! JACOB MORRIS! NOT JIM MORIARTY!!

John: Ah yes, which we found out later.

Y/n: LATER?!! WHAT DID HE DO BEFORE?!

John: Umm... that... he kinda ruined the shoes and used the perfumes as fuel for his burners.

Y/n: HE DID WHAT!!?

John: Lets just say that it cannot be recognised or repaired.

Y/n: G O D MY PRECIOUS GIFTS!! I WILL KILL THAT BLOODY EXCUSE OF ARSEHOLE BOYFRIEND!!

John: Please dont. He didn't mean to.

Y/n: HE DIDN'T MEAN TO? OF COURSE HE DID!! My Shoes aRe BeyOnd RePaIR and my PeRfumEs HaVe BecOme FuEl and You Dare SaY He DidNt MeAn tO?!

John: Please Spare him Y/n. He really didnt mean to.

S.H has joined the chat.

S.H: You snitch me out and now plead on my behalf. Wonderful friend you are John.

John: Speak for yourself! You are the one who threatened me with thumbs and tongues!!

Y/n: I SWEAR TO ASGARD WILLIAM THE VERY MOMENT I SEE YOU I WILL CUT YOU OPEN ALIVE!

S.H: I am really sorry darling!

Y/n: THOSE WERE CHANEL AND GUCCI YOU BLIND IDIOT!!

John: He'll get you new ones!

S.H: Yes, I'll get you new ones!!

Y/N: THOSE WERE LIMITED EDITION YOU BLOODY PLONKERS!

John: Uh oh.

Y/n has left the chat.

John: Sherlock?

S.H: Yes?

John: Hide well.

S.H: . . .

John: Just in case you dont . . . It was nice knowing you my friend.

S.H: She wouldn't really cut me open, would she?

John: Idk, she is a surgeon by profession. More used to living bodies than dead bodies.

S.H: . . .

John: Oh. Sorry. Bye.

John has left the chat.

S.H: I shouldn't have deleted Mycroft's phone number.

Now where did I put the paper with his number?

S.H has left the chat.

The chatroom has been closed.

(ಥ﹏ಥ) I turn 19 tomorrow.

Last year of my teenage days.

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Am I the only one who hates their own birthdays?