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Please tell me this is real

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y'know I thought my heart was already broken so nothing could hurt me anymore

but then bbc just took the broken pieces of my heart and made a fucking smoothie

This was in the back of 'The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes' book I got from the library

La juventud y el éxito es una mezcla que la carga Moriarty.

El Beno*

I'm just posting these for fun. Did these over this past summer. 

Oh this was heart shattering. Sherlock being so vulnerable with his partner in such a moment just hits so differently. The theme of this fanfic is very dear to me and I want to save it on my blog so that I can read it again and again, when I need comfort. Thank you for this, friend <3

you wouldn't — sherlock x reader

TW: implications of suicide, suicidal ideation, hospitalization

boyfriend!sherlock comforts you through a depressive episode

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Rain misted through the air, your glasses smudged with dew and your vision blurry. 

You were sat on the roof of your flat, a spot where your bedroom window exited to, and a space you only used when things got bad.

And things were bad again.

Your legs hung over the side of the building, shoulders slouched and palms flat on the concrete.

You had a support system, but you knew that they could only do so much, and that the help you needed was beginning to surpass their abilities. Everything felt dark. Dull. Hopeless.

You chuckled softly. Ten stories above the earth, one push and you could end it all.

You hated thinking that. You wouldn’t do it. You could never.

You wanted to, but you wouldn’t.

Would you?

“You wouldn’t,” a voice spoke, a deep voice, a familiar voice.

You turned, and there stood Sherlock, facing you, his hand grasping the frame of your bedroom window. He pushed the pane open further, and climbed over, groaning in ease as he sat down beside you.

“No,” you spoke, but he put his finger to his lips, looking out over the city with you.

“You wouldn’t jump.”

“You don’t know.”

“I do know,” he said softly. “And I know you wouldn’t leave me.”

He placed his hand on top of yours, taking it and turning it over, pressing his thumb into your palm and grasping your hand with his other.

“Would you?”

His voice sounded weak, broken. Tears filled your eyes, rendering your vision absolutely useless. 

“What am I doing wrong?” He asked.

“Nothing -”

“Don’t say ‘nothing.’” He closed his eyes in frustration. “If I was doing anything right, you wouldn’t be sitting out here, alone, avoiding me.”

“I’m not avoiding you, love,” you speak again, but the words come out quietly, and you both know they’re not true.

Sherlock takes a deep inhale, and squeezes your hand gently.

“I’ve never loved the way I love you,” he whispers, and you face him, his eyes red-rimmed and full of worry. “And I love you immensely. I cannot stand to see you in such agony.”

“I’m okay -”

“No, you’re not,” he interrupted, and you could sense he was refraining from shouting at you. “You’re not okay, and I need you to get the help you need.”

You were sobbing by this point, grasping his hand with all your strength and pulling him towards you, your body begging for a hug. 

But he didn’t lean towards you.

His body radiated warmth and you were desperate to feel it against your skin, to inhale his scent, to breathe in all the love you didn’t deserve. His eyes wouldn’t meet yours, and you watched them fill with tears, knowing he’d never be so vulnerable with anyone else. 

Only you.

“Promise me,” he spoke, his voice hoarse. “Promise me that tomorrow, you’ll allow me to take you to the hospital.”

You were quiet. 

“Promise me.”

You closed your eyes as tears spilled down your cheeks. “I promise, my love.”

You felt him pull you into a tight hug, finally, finally, and you clutched onto him, your hands grasping the fabric of his shirt on his back.

Sherlock was crying, silent sobs into your shoulder, and you held him, never wanting to let go again. It hurt, watching him cry for you, the one person he loved above all else.

The person who was breaking his heart relentlessly and carelessly.

“I’ll go right now if you’d like,” you whispered, trying to ease his pain, but he shook his head. 

“No, no,” he said quietly, his breath warm against your ear. “I want to spend tonight with you.”

You knew what that meant. He’d be up all night, wide awake, his eyes on you as you slept.

But he didn’t need sleep like you did, and you didn’t want to disappoint him, so you nodded, and he helped you up from where you were sitting.

And you let your body relax, tension disappearing, as Sherlock Holmes tucked you into bed.

It is what it is. #sherlockbbc #sherlockholmes #johnwatson #sherlockandjohn #itiswhatitis #benedictcumberbatch #martinfreeman #thelyingdetective https://www.instagram.com/p/B8yKE8VFU6BRELXfxCYaIi9C14Jkky7pbVdKV40/?igshid=ge83ykz4ukcu

Ok so sherlock right? Forgot which episode but somone breaks into the flat and hold Ms.Hudson captive because Sherlock has Irene Adlers phone, in the time it took to tie him up, comfort Ms.Hudson, and wait for Jhon, he could've just thrown the guy out the window so what if he was waiting for Jhon to get there so he can show off? Idk its a weird way to show off but id do it

Death and Jim Moriarty. A new ship to consider.

Stupid scene~

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