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‘  Moriarty: It’s so boring, isn’t it? It’s just… staying.

  Y/N: Maybe it’s the exact reason it’s so beautiful. Every picture, every photo, every painting is… still. But the city. It is always moving. It contains so many different lives. Every one of them could create an entire new universe. But as you said, it is yet again still. It is kind of magical, isn’t it? It is simultaneously staying and constantly moving.

‘  Y/N: Why are you here?

  Mycroft: I worry about you. Constantly.

  Y/N: You don’t have to.

‘  Y/N: I don’t know. I like tall guys, like Sherlock. No offence John.

  John: None taken.

  Sherlock: Tallness is an illusion. Advantages of a good coat and a short friend.

  *Lestrade tries to make himself taller.*

‘  Mrs. Hudson: What are you doing tonight then dear? You know with Sherlock being gone. Write more about him in your ‘blog’?

  John: Actually I’ve got a date.

  Mrs. Hudson: Like a proper date? Won’t be Sherlock be mad about it?

  John: Why would Why would Sherlock be mad about it?

   Mrs. Hudson: You know with you and him being to-

   John: FOR THE LAST TIME MRS. HUDSON I AM NOT GAY!

   Mrs. Hudson: Who are you going on a date then.

   John: With Y/N.

   Mrs. Hudson: Oh a lovely girl she is...

‘  Y/N: I can’t believe you are even defending yourself!

   Sherlock: I think it is perfectly normal and socially acceptable for me to defend myself Y/N, I don’t-

   Y/N: WON’T YOU EVER SHUT UP!

   You rubbed your temples and eyed at your coat resting on the arm of the couch.

   Sherlock: Y/N just-

   You grabbed it and without a second thought you ran to the staircase. On your way down you bumped into Mrs. Hudson and you murmured a sorry. You opened the apartment door and stepped into the cold winter air of London.

  Mrs. Hudson: She is right Sherlock.

‘    Y/N: WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED?

     Sherlock: It’s nothing. The important thing is case is closed.

     Y/N: Where is John? He needs to come and patch you up!

     Sherlock: He’s with Marry, on a ‘date’.

     Y/N: Well then sit down.

     Sherlock: What? Why?

     Y/N: Your wounds will get infected. I remind you our apartment is not one of the cleanest places.

     Sherlock sat on a chair with a huff and pouted, his eyes trailing behind you as you walked into the kitchen to grab the first aid kit. You cleaned his wounds and wrapped them up with gauze. Halfway thru the process he was moaning and mumbling about how this was unnecessary. When you stand up he pulled you by your wrist and kissed you.

‘  James opened his eyes and his gaze fell upon you. He grazed his thumb over your cheek and lips, looking at your sleeping figure. You were so peaceful, so,... pure compared to him. 

   James: How did I ever get this lucky. He whispered to himself.

   You smiled, your eyes still closed.

   Y/N: Maybe your dazzling looks had an effect.

   Your eyes fluttered open as you felt his hands slipping around your waist.

   James: I don’t deserve you...

‘ John: Tell me Mycroft... Do you value Y/N?

  Mycroft: Very much.

  John:How often do you think about Y/N?