|I'm just tryin' to get my goal.... I mean, why shouldn't I have 420 points?|
Chekov x Reader: RegulationsYou smiled sleepily when you woke up in your bed, still wrapped in a certain someone’s warm arms. You looked at your clock and sighed when you saw that there was less than thirty minutes until your shift started in the Med Bay. You felt the person holding you stir and heard him yawn, squeezing his arms around your waist a bit tighter for a moment.Chekov x Reader: Regulations by ~ViviVanGogh
“Доброе утро,” (Good morning), said the sleepy voice. You chuckled and turned over so that you were facing him.
“Pavel, English, and good morning to you too,” you said softly, leaning up to press a quick kiss to his lips.
“Нет (No), it iz too early for English,” he yawned, burying his face in your neck, kissing your collarbone, and sighing, “How long do we haff until our shifts’ start?”
“We have about half an hour,” you murmured, (e/c) eyes beginning to close again. He hummed again
Decisions, Decisions [Chekov x Reader] You stilled, frozen in shock at being ranted to by an angry stranger, but when your eyes opened to a fuzzy purple light and wrinkled fabric it occurred to you that you were nestled under the covers, completely hidden away. Two heavily-accented voices bickered about the stolen scotch, and you tried very hard to breathe as quietly as possible.Decisions, Decisions [Chekov x Reader] by ~ImWiththeUnicorn
“Okey, okey, I understand. Could you plees leave now, Meester Scott?”
“Why the bloody hell would I do tha’? S’my room, too!”
“Just please! Fiwe meenutes!”
“I feckin’ swear, Chekov,” she Scottish voice sighed, fading. The door closed and the covers flew back, allowing you cool, fresh air. You sat up, quickly pulling the sheets up over your bare chest, and looked upon the gently smili