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you were walking around London, your parents were on a business trip there and you decided to come with, you looked like such a tourist with your union jack pants, your "I <3 <3 the Doctor” tote bag and your Tardis T-shirt, Doctor who was the main reason you came with. You were a pretty big fan girl to speak. You looked at the screen of your digital watch, it was April 15th two more days and it would be your favorite Doc...I mean favorite actor's birthday, yes David Tennant, you loved his hair, his smile his accent and the brown trench coat he wore while playing the Doctor, you liked David soo much that you even made him a Lego

“You really think I could love a man like that?!” I tried to keep my cool, as Sherlock paced in front of me. “Honestly, Sherlock, you have no idea sometimes.” “I have no idea?!” he looked incredulously at me. “Yes, you,” I agreed. “Mr Holmes needs to realise that sometimes people have ulterior motives.” “I do realise this. Has it escaped your notice that I am, in fact, the world's leading expert on these matters.” “Whoa there, Mr Ego,” I'd lost my cool now. “You're not even letting me finish.” “You've been seeing a master criminal behind

“Yo, cheekbones!” I laughed, as I ran up the stairs. Benedict spun on his heel and, arms flailing, ran after me. “Cheekbones?!” he laughed, incredulous. “Yeah,” I continued running, through the set of Sherlock. “I'm in your seat, Sherlock!” I laughed loudly as I settled myself into the old armchair. Benedict stopped in the doorway and looked at me. Slowly his face changed from one of laughter, to one of mock disgust. “How. Dare. You?!” he growled playfully, rushing towards me. I let out a short squeal, but didn't move as he piled on top of me. I carefully hit out, my arms getting

You were lying in bed with Dean at the end of the day. Sam was in the room next door which left the two of you alone, but you weren’t doing anything, you were both just lying there in each other’s arms. It had been a rough hunt and while your back was turned you had almost been taken out; of course Dean being Dean saw the wendigo and got to it before it could lay a claw on you, but he had almost gotten himself killed in the process.   You looked up at him and ran a hand through his short hair, looking at his eyes and glancing the cuts and scrapes over. Only one thing was on your mind, you had almost lost him and you had never told

You were spending the afternoon with Queen Guinevere chatting and keeping each other company while Arthur and the others were out being boys on the training grounds.   “So, (y/n), is there any boy that you fancy?” she asked out of the blue. You blushed and turned your head away; there was a boy, well man really, that you fancied but you hadn’t told anyone. “There is someone, isn’t there?” she smiled and practically bounced over to you, “Oh come on, you can tell me. Who is it?”   “Merlin,” you muttered quickly under your breath.   “I knew it!” she cheered and you whipped

Sherlock deleted the text as soon as he read it and placed your phone back on the nightstand. He kicked his shoes off and moved to the other side of the bed and slipped in next to on top of the blankets. He had no intention of sleeping that night. He glanced towards the clock and the numbers glared that it was 3:24am. He sighed. Steepling his fingers underneath his chin he cast you one last glance before closing his eyes to think. His eyes opened after what felt like only a few moments, but he squinted as the early morning light filtered through the window. He looked down, expecting to see you still sleeping peacefully, but the bed was empty.