Mainly Sherlock, Doctor Who, and the Mentalist. I'm a member of many fandoms so there's no telling what you'll find! I'm a major Sherlolly, River x Eleven, and Jisbon shipper so feel free to message me about them or anything else!:)
Sherlock: *spins around and looks terribly guilty*
Molly: So... Enlighten me as to why you are in my flat, in my kitchen, cooking at 6 o'clock in the morning?
Sherlock: *sneezes from the flour dust covering everything* ...case. A case.
Molly: You needed to cook here for a case?
Sherlock: *sheepishly* You had eggs.
Sherlock: *accusingly* Why are you home? You had a graveyard shift last night.
Molly: Last minute switch. You're making pancakes, a quiche AND eggs benedict??
Sherlock: I- I thought you'd like breakfast when you got home.
Molly: *smirks* How sweet! But, this wouldn't have anything to do with me kicking you out the other day for telling my date I decided to become a nun when he came to pick me up, or donating my clothes that you don't like to your homeless network and turning my spare room into another lab, would it?
Sherlock: I bought you new clothes that are much more flattering to your fig...I mean... I apologize for my behavior.
Molly: I really don't mind that you like hanging about my flat sometimes, but you really make it quite difficult for me to have a social life.
Sherlock: Forgive me, Molly.
Molly: *sighs* I accept your apology.
Sherlock: *beaming* So, I can come back then.
Molly: I'll have to decide over breakfast. If it's good, you can come back.
Sherlock: *grumbles* Fine.
Sherlock: Can you give me a hand with the hollandaise sauce?
Molly: Not a chance! And, you better clean up this place too. It's a mess!
Sherlock: But! Molly...
Molly: I'm going back to sleep. I'll take breakfast in bed at 8 am.
Sherlock: *bows with a flourish* As you wish, my lady.
Molly: *giggles* You are incorrigible!
Sherlock: *exaggeratedly* I know. It'd be horrid if you didn't love me so.
Molly: *gasps and throws an oven mitt at him* Don't make fun of me!
Sherlock: Wouldn't dream of it!
Molly: Oh. And Sherlock, the lab really has to go. I mean, where will you sleep when you come over?
Sherlock: *shrugs innocently*
Molly: *shakes her head as she goes back to her room and closes the door*
Sherlock: Like I said, Molly. It'd be horrid if you didn't love me so.