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The Bestest Friends Anyone could Have (Superwholockxreader)

"I mean, it happened just like that and I have no idea why he even did it. The fucking jerk did through a text of all things and then it was over." You cry into your pillow as you rant to your best friends that surround you. Minutes earlier you had just gotten a text from the biggest jerk in history. Your now ex. He broke up with you. Through a text. On your one year anniversary. Worst day ever.

"Oh, forget him. He's an idiot. I knew he was not good for you when I first met him.", Sherlock says as he walks around in his long white sheet. Yes, with no clothes underneath. That's what you get for running to his hose first after the breakup. You glance up at him with red puffy eyes.

"Then why didn't you tell me?!" You sounded pissed, but you weren't mad at him. You were made at the world. It wasn't exactly being nice right now. He shrugs.

"You were happy. You deserved to be happy. You just didn't deserve him." You smile slightly at his statement, knowing it was his way of saying he was willing to stay out of your love life if you were happy. But it was all a lie. Your eyes water up again and you stuff your head in your pillow. John places his hand on your shoulder and you accept the gentle gesture, resting your head on his shoulder, feeling the soft fabric of the jump against your skin. You are so grateful for all of your friends, your big brothers really and one big sister.

"I agree with Sherlock. He's a bloody idiot. He doesn't deserve your tears nor your heart.", says Amy with a fierce expression on her face, ready to tear (Ex'sName) heart out. She's like a red haired lion. You love it. "I'll kill him next time I see him."

"Thanks, Amy . . .", you mumble, still not feeling up to really smiling. That is until Sam speaks up.

"After we kill him, we can go to Disneyland!", the moose exclaims and you let out a sudden laugh along with the rest of your friends. It feels so good to laugh that you didn't want to stop. "I agree with Sammy. We have everything from machetes to rifles. You can choose his death. We know some pretty painful ways to kill him. It'll be fun." You smile softly at their determination to make you feel better, their little 'sister that they never wanted' , as they always call you.

Then the Doctor with his floppy hair, 'delicate' eyebrows, and red bow tie kneels down in front of you and looks up at you with those big green eyes that makes him look like a giant puppy. "It will be alright. I promise."

"How can you tell?"

He gives you a sad smile. "My experience is that there is, you know surprisingly, always hope." After a moment, you let out a short sob and wrap him in your arms, hugging him like he's the last thing in the world. Before you know it, everyone is in a tight group hug, your little family. A little broken and small, but when needed, will always rise to the occasion and make sure no one is left behind. Especially not their little sister. Not you.

A/N: I hope you liked it. A little drabble, but I felt like I needed to do it after finding the picture above.