Starevia

The door to the cell you and the Doctor were put in closed. "Let us out of here, you dicks!" you shouted through the bars. "Now now ____..." said the Doctor "Shouting isn't going to help..." You sighed. "You're right... What are we gonna do though?" "Well" he began "We can't really do anything until the jury decides what to do with us..." You sighed again. The Doctor looked around the cell for a moment, before his eyes fell upon a single mattress in the corner. "For now, let's take a little nap." he said. You looked at the mattress. "I guess we'll have to play rock, paper, scissors to see who gets the bed." You said. "Nonsense" said the Docto

Authors note:I hit 100 page views!(Its a big thing for me OK...) So in celebration i decided to (finally) write an imagine!I've wanted to write on for ages and im finally trying.Not sure what to call it so suggestions would be great :) P.S:(Y/N) Means your name,(Y/F/N) means Your Full Name & (Y/YT/U) Means your YouTube username :) "Phil,I don't think I can do this"You say,nerves evident in your voice.He giggles a little,his tongue poking out from between his lips.He cups your face in his hands and kisses the tip of your nose lightly. "It'll be fine.I promise."You,Dan and Phil,(your boyfriend of two and a half years) were backstage at Pla

CP-Misery: let’s see where this takes me, shall we?  This is going to be FUN! [F/n] - first name [L/n] - last name [Y/n] - Youtube Name [E/c] - eye color [H/c] - hair color      You were just a normal person.  You had graduated high school, tried to find a job, dropped out of college, and that lead to you being here.  You did one of the most reckless things you have ever done.  You made a Youtube Channel, where you were a rage gamer.  You never thought about it, it never occurred to you the actual danger of it all.      Like most people, you thought Youtube was just another website, but you were wrong.  A select few, aka the most pop

Sherlock spent the rest of the party waiting for the perfect moment to enact his plan, letting the hours tick by and the food and drink be consumed until everyone was just sitting around, happily chatting. His brother had had three glasses of scotch, all poured by you meaning they were very generous, and as promised John had slipped quite a bit of extra alcohol into your eggnog. Outwardly, Mycroft looked the same as always but Sherlock knew he was really quite loosened up and you were swaying tipsily on your perch of the arm of Mycroft’s chair, giggling and talking more openly than you normally would. Perfect for his plan. John moved