#SORRY THIS TOOK A BIT. MY BRAIN IS A TANGLED OF THOUGHTS 24/7 N IS HARD GETTIN THINGS OUT COHERENTLY SOMETIMES o(-(

[queer-enderdragon]

how would the hermitcraft and avm crossover happen in-universe

HEWO ⁉ I LEGIT JUST POSTED THAT- <- surprised but very happy,

ANYWAYS, yeah. so before i start let me tell you the minecraft universe in my head sometimes only makes sense to me bc i think abt things Way too much and also sometimes i dream abt how possibly the 4th + 5th dimensions would work for the eyes of a tridimensional being- basically my brain is just Like This,

so we start with this explanation, not with the common everyday minecraft, but with the minecraft from the story mode game (bear with me-)

So basically, in the first minecraft story mode after the wither storm is defeated completely, jesse and the new order of the stone go on adventures trough portals to different kinds of worlds which seem to have different generations in terms of the terrain n world And also sometimes gamerules (like how it seems in the world where jesse lives is a hardcore one, like most others they visit, while the one with the mini-games people can respawn)

and yeah, i am aware in the case of mcsm, all portals have different blocks used to get to those worlds while in avm is with only nether portals. but listen.

there's one connection between these two that would make possible the crossover in-universe (or well. in the minecraft universe in my head):

players.

in mcsm, the various mcyt that appear in the first and second season, and in avm, the kid that was playin minecraft. who second and red used the email from to return to alan's pc. So in a way the minecraft from mcyt has a connection to mcsm, and the minecraft from mcsm has a Possibility of a connection to avm

like is Literally a fine thread of a connection, but if youre insane enough (like me) it kinda makes sense, yknow

but anyways, in my head it would work smth like this:

the nether from avm seems to be like—a central point of that universe. it connects everything and everyone, so you can travel to Completely different minecraft worlds with their own rules and terrain from there. maybe is depending on where you are in that nether, like... very specific coords, or with something else added to the mix, like with the help of the command block staff and other powerful things...

the thing here is, with some luck, one of those worlds can be Also one of the hundreds that are in the portal hall in mcsm, and from there just find the one that seems to connect to the wider mcyt universe and boom. a purple stickman (which is not so stick anymore at that point, but this also has a reason dw <- head full, many thoughts) is suddenly in hermitcraft-

[beetsandskzreads]

silent bright summer night

bang chan x gn!reader, y/n works with skz and became their friend (the ultimate dream haha)

genre: tooth-rotening fluff, slight angst with a happy ending

notes/warnings: nothing intense, this is very fluffy, there's brief mentions of cheating, long distance, y/n's exes, fear of abandonment, slight insecurities, deep talks, reader and chan are slightly wine drunk, y/n and chan are whipped, y/n makes it explicit they want to date someone very warm and caring (aka chan), i don't think that's a warning tho djsjs just saying

scenario: on a balcony, at a beach apartment on a summer night of vacation, y/n opens up to chan about their past and current lovers. what y/n doesn't know is why chan is so interested listening to it.

It was 1:01 am when chan and I found ourselves in the balcony that overlooked the city and it's bright lights on a summer night. Skz had gone to sleep right after all of us came back from a night out of lots of fun, buying stuff on stores by the beach, having ice cream, seeing the view of the city lights reflecting on the sea water, appreciating street artists...

The two of us had been talking the whole evening, we hung out as a group but mostly just spoke to each other and laughed at the members jokes, both of us having a sparkle in our eye every time we saw the group happy. There was this unspoken pleasantness, a bliss, calmness in the air but with a lot of excitement. Chan was so happy to be around the sea with "the kids" as he refers to them and being at the beach almost 24/7 this week, it was like his natural habitat, his home, a comfort place. It left you feeling even softer for him, and as you shared your love for the sea, your feelings were at a peak. You liked Chan, and you loved this place as much as he did.

The night was so great, everyone was out like a lightweight as soon as we arrived to the vacation apartment we're in. Chan and I were testing the theory that a glass of wine would help us get drowsy and help us fall asleep as well, since we both have trouble falling asleep and felt nothing but a remaining excitement from the night out. It came to me especially because of the enthusiasm of talking to him, we were connecting so well, I didn't want this to ever end.

And so we drank (one glass quickly becoming the whole bottle) and we talked for what felt like hours on end, that neither of us wanted to cease.

- My ex best friend, she never quite knew how to choose guys, she always went for the ones that would never turn her way, the ones who obviously wouldn't care about her, not because of her, but because they were really careless guys, walking red flags. - I told him, I couldn't remember where exactly the conversation started but we were talking about nice people picking shitty people to date.

- What about you? - he asked

- Me? I barely even like guys, I mean I do, but I'm really picky actually, I don't allow myself to fall for cold people, I wouldn't forgive myself if I took interest in someone rude, I try so hard to take care of myself so I either stay alone that way or I find someone who makes me feel better, who knows how to take care of me, after all we chase happiness, I think a caring person could do that, someone gentle who isn't scared of emotions or who at least is open to face that fear with me by their side.

- I get it, it's hard to get by if you don't have emotional support, a partner should be able to provide that support, yeah. Did you ever... find someone like that?

- Yeah, in the past I did and even now I do know someone more than ideal... I guess my ex partners when I was young were going through a soft phase tho... I guess everyone has an emotional limit they were scared to cross... once I found that barrier the relationship stoped evolving, reached a dead end and so there was nothing left for me anymore and I left, plus, you know, cheating, long distance, a bunch of stuff really... it wasn't meant to be and I'm okay with that.

- What about that someone right now?

Silence ruled for about 3 seconds before I knew what to say. That someone right now is him. Ever since I've known him feels like he's the only man ever, but I don't think I'd tell him that, not soon anyways.

- What about 'em?

- What's that person like? What makes you trust they're any different from your exes?

- Sometimes I fear they're not, but I set the bar really high and I reset it constantly, to make sure I'm seeing it right, sometimes they seem so perfect to me that I wonder what good have i done in my past life to deserve to be around such a bright person. Of course they make mistakes too, but even the way they deal with them is so... mature, it's so easy to just solve things communicating, it's insane to me. Then I remember it's probably because they're eventually gonna leave me too, or just not reciprocate my feelings and after they break my heart I'll probably loose all hope in love, be heart broken for two years until I decide I'm gonna focus on myself again... it's a cycle after heartbreak, but with this person I'm really scared, because they mean more. I'm way too deep in before I've even expressed my feelings, it's gonna be devastating. - I'm rambling, the wine made me do it.

- What makes you think they wouldn't like you back tho?

- I'm not sure I just... it would be too good to be true and it's complicated... he's amazing and I'm just not sure if he'd be into me, I mean, I think I'm lovable and I think I'd be a great lover, I just don't know if I'm his type or if he'd consider me. We have a bit of an age gap, I'm not someone who's typically pretty or specially good looking, I have my charms but I have no idea if that's enough for him to be in love. It's complicated with each others work too... - I notice chan's gaze on me, he has his head leaned on his hand on the table and he's looking at me with bright eyes, eyes that look tired and a little drunk but somehow, he manages to look at me in a way that makes me feel adored, I don't know why you have to make me feel so much love, Bang Chan - Why are you looking at me like that?

- You have no idea how other people perceive you, do you? - he ignored your question, probably because of his drunk-ish drowsy state - Everyone I know likes you, see, you're a naturally kind and caring person, you're attentive to people's needs, you make sure everyone feels comfortable around you... that's so appreciated by everyone. I think you're exceptional y/n, you have this charismatic way of existing, a refreshing and comfy presence everyone can feel, but to me... it feels like home. You feel like home y/n. So... I have no idea who that person is but I sure as hell know they'd be more than lucky to have you as a partner and they're definitely dumb if they let you go.

- Are you dumb? - my heart's pounding quicker as I'm about to do something I didn't plan on doing ever.

- Huh? No, why w-

- Because that person is you... I like you, Chan. In a more-than-friends way - I interrupt him quickly before I lose my newly found courage.

Chan could've sworn his heart stopped for a few seconds. Suddenly sobriety hit him like a truck. It was the alcohol that made you say that, he thought, but he wished it was true and you didn't drink enough to be lying about this kind of stuff, you had a full on conversation and you seemed pretty sober.

- Y-y/n are you sober? - he tries to navigate through the situation.

- Oh my... yeah I am, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said anything, it just rolled out of my tongue. I'm sorry... - you said as you panicked and tried to go back inside, regret filling up all your organs.

"I messed up" your brain keeps repeating as desperation starts entering your body, until Chan grabbed your hand, stopping you from leaving.

- Wait! You don't need to apologize, I'm glad you told me... You didn't think I'd say all that about you if I didn't like you as well, did you? - he asks suggestively.

- I don't know - you blush as you realize what he's getting at - You're just so nice to everyone, I didn't make a big deal out of it.

- Well, you should've made it a big deal, the biggest deal actually because I've been trying really hard to show you how I feel these past few days and you were so clueless I thought you were purposefully ignoring the signs because you didn't like me back.

- I'm sorry Channie, I just didn't want to assume stuff and get heartbroken if it wasn't true.

-Well it is true, so you don't need to worry anymore. I really like you too, y/n. And I've wanted to say it for a while too, I was just wondering if it was a good idea since you work with us, but I can't contain my feelings anyways... you always treat me so softly and you look after the kids really well... It just feels like you were made to be by my side, you're the embodiment of the person I've always dreamed to be with, and these past few days with the kids and you... it just felt like we were the perfect family you know? I don't think I could be without you by my side anymore... - he stops, he's been staring at your eyes the whole time and now they're starting to water.

How could you not cry when he's saying the things you thought you'd only ever hear in dreams?

- Why are you crying sweetheart? - he whispered, as he wipes a tear with his thumb, the other hand holding your hand as he stands closer every second.

- It's just... I'm so... happy - you smile through your tears - I'm so happy to hear that, you said it in such a beautiful way too... I feel exactly the same, it's like I've gained a family with you guys but you... I've grown really attached to you, feels like some parts of you are tangled in my heart in ways I couldn't tear apart if I wanted to... I'm drawn to you and when I'm with you it's comfortable, blissful, it's right. You're so good to me, it's unbelievable, but it's true, and it warms my heart. - you say as your foreheads touch and your smile grows, his eyes showing so much adoration for you, you could melt.

Suddenly you share your first kiss together, a soft yet passionate mix of sensations, and it felt like everything you ever felt around Chan but better.

You stare into each other's eyes, smiling like the little lovely goofballs you both were, noses touching, ocasional little pecks filled with giggles because you were whipped for each other.

- So this means we're exclusive lovers now, yeah? - he asks with a blushing face, a very silent giggle and a huge, uncontrollable smile.

- Definitely, yeah - you answer biting your lip until eventually you let out the largest smile you ever had.

Needless to say, you didn't leave that balcony to go to sleep that evening. In fact, you two watched the sunrise kissing and cuddling, talking about the feelings you had for each other, when they started, why you liked each other, covered by a blanket, not wanting to let go of each other now that you were openly romantic.

Han found you both sound asleep, you on chan's lap, head on his neck as his arms wrapped around you gently, on a chair in the middle of the morning. He obviously called all the members to watch you two as they assumed you two finally got together. All of them saw it coming, Chan wouldn't shut up about you and had written what could be an entire album about you.

They were happy at least you'd be around more often to cook your delicious food. And you both blushed really hard once you woke up to lot's of teasing from the kids, it was fine tho, you liked it just like this, it was home.

[tobiosmilktea]

hello! can you write a scenario for atsumu? something like idiots to lovers. like they're best friends or sth like that and they end up accidentally confessing each other gshksfsghgs it's up to you actually, i'd lobe to read anything you write ♡♡ i understand if you won't do it btw but thanks anyways!!

cherry cola — miya atsumu

1.8k words | genre/s: fluff, uni!au | warning/s: — | pairing: atsumu x gn!reader

↪︎ in which you find your best friend, atsumu, passed out on your balcony after a party the night before. now you’re giving him a wake up call with a cherry cola and a confession

a/n: definitely not my best writing, so sorry if this ended up not being what you expected, because this went totally different from what i first had in mind lmao

atsumu’s head was pounding. like a hammer whacking right on his forehead over and over again. he groans, muttering something incomprehensible as his neck and back ached. he wasn’t exactly dreaming, yet he knew very well that he was awake in some form of way. like a limbo? he didn’t know—more like he didn’t bother to find out as he shifted uncomfortably, his head pounding harder and harder the more he stirred in his sleep.

the hell was he sleeping on anyway? concrete?

atsumu didn’t remember your bed being this hard the last time he stayed at your house. wait. why could he hear birds chirping right next to his ear and why was he at your house again?

“atsumu!” a voice shouts at him as he felt a soft throw pillow pelt at his face.

“what the hell?” the setter groans under his breath, yanking him out of his lingering slumber as he pushes himself into a sitting position.

his eyes were open now at least, albeit he struggled trying to keep them open. he peeked through his eyelids to see your figure hovering over him with that same fatigue draining you. not to mention the cool morning breeze suddenly pulling him into his senses that he was in fact outside on your balcony passed out.

you make your way over to him, tugging his arm to get up. “hurry and get your ass out of here before the ra sees you, idiot.”

atsumu’s expression contorts into confusion as he rests himself against the railing, right hand holding his temple as his headache turned into a migraine. “the hell happened last night?”

“what do you mean what happened?” you scoff, placing yourself next to him. “how much could you have drank to not even remember we had a party last night?”

a party? yeah, that does ring a bell. atsumu thought, sighing out the last lingering taste of beer out of his mouth.

it was then the memories from last night dawned on him like a sudden downpour. being the idiots you and atsumu were, you two decided to throw some mindless party just because you two were bored in your literature class one day.

the night was still blurry as his head, all tangled up in jungle vines and foggy from the alcohol. he recalled it starting off with a bang, as atsumu worded it himself an hour before the party started. you two had spent a good amount of money on alcohol and evaded a noise complaint by giving out free liquor bottles to keep their mouths shut. the night progressed like normal before atsumu knocked the fuck out, yet he couldn’t shake off the fact that you sat uncomfortably next to him with a look on your face as if you had just committed a crime.

it was the look you usually had when you and atsumu had done some completely and utterly stupid last night—it was just a matter of what.

“do you remember anything,” you paused, shrugging your shoulders as you handed him a drink in one hand and an ibuprofen in the other. “i dunno, that happened last night during the party? like anything strange?”

a huff left atsumu’s lips, trying the conjure up the energy to even speak. “no?” he answered all confused before looking down at the beverage that was radiating coldness throughout his palm. “what’s this?”

“a cherry cola and pain medicine so you can get out of here already,” you muttered. “and are you sure you don’t remember what happened?”

the setter didn’t respond as he cracked the can open and chugged half of it’s contents down. it seared in his throat slightly as the sugar from the drink had forced energy into his body, downing the medicine along with it. “why the cherry cola?”

“answer my question first.”

“i already told you that i don’t remember, (y/n).” groaned atsumu as he took another swig of cherry cola as if it were alcohol. he then leaned in close to your face, watching as you pull back slightly with your eyes wide like saucers.

strange, atsumu thought, but if only he could hear your raging heart beat within your chest and see the faint pink hues upon your cheeks.

“now answer my question,” your best friend chimed in as he mused at your expression.

pursing your lips, you quickly thought of a lie. “nothing. i’m just bribing you with your favorite drink to hurry up and leave.” you attempted to push him up on his feet again, but it succeeded with no prevail as he threw you smirk.

“why do you want me to leave so you badly, huh?” he leaned in again, provocation lacing his words like ant ridden saccharine. even when he was hung over, atsumu was still as playful and cocky as ever.

he was much closer to you, more than both of you were used to. despite being best friends and being by each other’s sides 24/7, there was still a bubble of personal space between the two of you that has always been respected, and yet, you didn’t fight him off nor push him away and it certainly didn’t seem like atsumu was going to do anything about it either. 

“you don’t remember what i said last night?” your voice emitted much softer than anticipated. perhaps it was from the close proximity between the two of you that you didn’t need to be loud in order to be heard, or maybe it was the fact your faces were just inches away from each other.

“we talked a lot last night, though.”

you shook your head, “no, it was a few minutes before you passed out. we were alone and we were drunk in the bathroom and—”

atsumu’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion, racking his brain to remember the scene but all he could recall was the two of you talking on the bathroom floor after he just threw up. he probably just said something snarky to you and hoped it wasn’t a big deal.

“did i say something strange to you or something?” he asked as he was still a bit confused.

you scoff, forcing yourself not to roll your eyes. how could he just magically forget what he said last night and act like it’s not a big deal? if it was you that didn’t remember something you said, you would be panicking right now. “yes,” you deadpan.

an amuse chuckle left the setter’s lips, “then what do you want me to do about it?” atsumu’s conscience mentally slapped him over and over again, yelling, what the hell do you think you’re doing? as the words fell between his lips before he could stop himself. since the moment you two became close there were always unspoken boundaries placed between the two of you and yet he was screwing it all up. the signal in his mind didn’t release itself until the moment he felt his eyes fall upon your chamomile lips. and to atsumu’s peachy ones, did you even dare to think of the impossible, of the serenity that filled you two under your blushing cheeks.

even if he was just playfully and mindlessly flirting with you, it wasn’t like you reacted to it much. before, you would most likely just shrug it off as a joke or roll your eyes at him. and yet, now you’re cheeks tint red and you get all flustered just by the sight of him.

“nothing,” you mutter as you finally pull yourself away from him and up on your toes. “just hurry up and get back to your dorm—”

your wrist was suddenly snatched, forcing you to look back down at atsumu. “are you okay?”

“yeah, don’t worry about it.” you dismissed, but he still refused to let go of you.

atsumu was now up on his feet despite struggling to gain balance for a quick second before following you back inside. “why are you acting like this?” he questioned, genuinely curious considering the fact that nothings lining up for him, but that’s probably because there’s still alcohol in his system.

“i told you already,” you repeated, the anger suddenly rising in the tone of your voice and you yanked the door open. “it’s nothing, just forget about it.”

“forget what, (y/n)!?” he exclaimed all of the sudden, his voice echoing own the corridors as the frustration suddenly building up within him at such an early morning. this wasn’t good for anyone, not for you or atsumu, and not even your neighbors who were probably still sleeping.

“because you told me you had feelings for me last night, idiot!” you quickly shut your mouth up the moment the words left you.

atsumu’s expression hardened as his breath hitched in his throat, hesitating to even answer as the words could barely leave his tongue.

you weren’t supposed to know about that.

the thought was drowning in the back of your heads, only for you to swallow any unnecessary feelings back into the dark depths of your gut as you turned away. atsumu cleared his throat and mirrored your movements, creating a space between the two of you once more as if whatever just happened didn’t occur. perhaps the setter had a problem with keeping things to himself while he’s drunk, but surely you didn’t even have the ability to resist the urge you swore you would never succumb to.

because isn’t falling fun?

atsumu’s eyes flickered back and forth from the ground before him and you who seemed to be too deep within your psyche to notice as you refused to even look at him. he captured his bottom lip between his teeth as he pulled himself together to answer. “i’m sorry,” he apologized, “i didn’t want my feelings to ruin our friendship.”

you shook your head, scratching the nape of your neck as your gaze finally decided to meet with his. “it’s not ruined, atsumu. we’re just being idiots right now.”

“when are we not?” he chuckles softly, trying to lighten up the mood that suddenly turned awkward. “i just hope you didn’t reject me while i was drunk.”

“i would never!” you scoff, offense written all over your face as you felt relief coursing through your body knowing that everything seemed close to normal again. “i mean how could i reject someone that looks absolutely adorable while their drunk?”

a playful look melted upon atsumu’s expression as he smirks, “you think i’m adorable?”

“a hundred percent. it’s just too bad i couldn’t kiss you since you threw up right after you confessed. it was disgusting.”

atsumu rolled his eyes, “don’t lie, you know damn well that was the best confession you have every received.”

and it was. purely from the fact that was from your best friend, miya atsumu, who you often called idiot. but if anything, he was your idiot and you wouldn’t change it for anything.

[thorne93]

Curious Conundrum (Part 29)

Prompt: You’re John Watson’s sister. One day you decide to visit your brother for lunch, only to meet the infamous Mr. Holmes…

Word Count: 1591

Warnings: language, flirtation, sexual innuendos (maybe? idfk), murder/crime/case related stuff, angst, jealousy…

Notes: Beta’d by @carryonmyswansong Not only did she beta, but I literally couldn’t have written half these scenes without her help. She contributed majorly, even wrote some parts of scenes. I am forever in her debt.

Also, this starts AFTER Season 2, episode 1. I don’t follow all the episodes, but it does follow the timeline and hit some major events : )

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 |  Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 15 | Part 16 | Part 17 | Part 18 | Part 19 | Part 20 | Part 21 | Part 22 | Part 23 | Part 24 | Part 25 | Part 26 | Part 27 | Part 28 |

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He shot him. Sherlock killed a man.

Not that you could say you blamed him. Magnussen gave you the absolute chills, and you’d worked with serial killers. But now… Now he was being deported out of the country and Mycroft nearly assured you he would be dead within six months.

“Please, I am literally begging you, Mycroft. There has to be something you can do. Surely you can pull some string. I can find a loophole. I mean, he was blackmailing half of London.”

“It doesn’t work that way, Y/N.”

Desperation had enveloped you as you stood in Mycroft’s cold, stoic office, pleading.  

“No, but it needs to! Sherlock isn’t guilty!”

“He shot him, Y/N,” he had reminded as if you weren’t aware of that.

Your eyes had shot daggers at him. “You know what I mean.”

“I’ve done all I can,” he had sworn sincerely, feeling an iota of guilt and sympathy for you as he eyed you.

That was the day after the shooting. You were beating your brains out trying to find some legal loophole to say Sherlock had done it as some sort of self defense, but he didn’t lift one finger. It’d been four days, and in just three more days, the plans Mycroft had managed to get would be flying him off to Eastern Europe. Mycroft said it was an undercover assignment. In other words, fiances were not welcome.

“Are you going to help?” you snapped as you read through one of your law books.

“Hmm?” Sherlock said, his fingers forming a pyramid as he touched them to his lips. He’d been sitting like that for as long as you’d been trying to find a solution. So far you’d only slept four total hours since the crime.

“Sherlock! Are you going to help me try and find a way to keep you here or are you just going to go along with what your brother says?!”

“Why are you panicking?” he asked as he turned to you, a perplexed look on his face.

“I’m not panicking!”

“You are though. You’re perspiring, your leg has been bouncing while you read -- something you only do for really important cases, and your voice is shrill.”

You stood up and walked over to stand in front of him, your hands on your hips. “Okay, maybe I am panicking a little bit. But can you blame me? We’re engaged for less than twenty-four hours and you commit murder.”

“I thought you said it wasn’t a crime,” he retorted, throwing your own words from the last few days at you, his eyes glinting with annoyance.

An exasperated sigh escaped you. You squeezed your eyes shut and clenched your fists. “Fine, you didn’t commit any crime. My point is… Mycroft says you won’t make it back. How the bloody hell am I supposed to feel? We are engaged. We just agreed to have our lives bound. And now you’re--”

“Y/N, need I remind you, we agreed to have our lives bound the moment you said you’d be mine nearly four years ago. The ring I put on your finger is simply a physical representation of a vow we made long ago.”

Tears sprung to your eyes. Frustrated, sad, happy tears.

“Even when you’re being completely logical, and nearly devoid of any romanticism, you still manage to swoon me,” you breathed, impressed and angry.

He looked up at you once more. A look of pity crossed his face as he stood in his blue silk robe and wrapped his arms around you. “I realize it’s not ideal, but… I will come back. Mycroft is a fool and doesn’t know what he’s talking about.”

“But--but--” you blubbered, the sobs starting to form now.

“Love, stop looking at the books,” he requested, a slight plea in his voice as he held you close.

“But I have to find a way to save you!” you cried.

“You already have,” he cooed as he kissed your head. “Come, I don’t want my last few days here for a while to be with your nose in a book.”

He let go of you slightly to get a good look at you.

Unsure how to respond, you remained quiet.

“Please? For me? Let’s go out and do something, or stay in. I want to do something joyful for the next few days, alright?”

You nodded, wiping your nose on your sleeve, a pitiful sight but he loved you all the same.

“Alright. What would you like to do?” you asked, ready to make him happy, no matter the cost.

“Want to go people watch at our favorite spot?”

“Hot chocolate?”

“Is there any other way?” he said with a coy grin.

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And so the next few days carried on like that. Talk of Sherlock leaving never graced either of your lips. You spent time out and about, at nice dates, inside the apartment just being together. Every night was spent tangled in the sheets of your bed. You knew he was trying to distract you from it, but part of you wondered if he wasn’t trying to distract himself as well.

Yet now, all of you stood on a tarmac as Sherlock was being ripped away from you yet again. All distractions had faded away as if they were a mirage and the cold reality was punching you in the gut.

You wanted to say something to him, but you couldn’t stomach saying one word to him. It hurt too much. You knew if you opened your mouth, a slew of heartbreak would hit you like a truck.

Sherlock said goodbye to Mary, then your brother, and finally, you. Mycroft refused to let you on the plane because he believed if you knew where Sherlock was going you would find him and escape with him. He wasn’t wrong.

You’d been biding your time, trying to find something to say. Something heartfelt, something funny, something clever. Anything for him to remember you by, but no words came.

“So… Here it is.”

“Mhm,” you hummed through tight lips.

“Well, do go ahead and start planning the wedding. You know how I hate all of that sentimental rubbish,” he requested formally.

Your eyes cast a cool glare over him. “I won’t plan a wedding that won’t happen.”

He nodded slightly. “It will happen.”

“Please, Sherlock, don’t make promises you can’t keep,” you begged, anger and desperation lacing into your voice.

“Very well then. How about a promise I can keep?” He stepped up to you and put his hands on your shoulders. “I promise to love you for the rest of my life, and that I will do my damndest to make sure the god-awful sentimental wedding of your dreams happens.”

A familiar sting touched your eyes.

“Sherlock,” was all you could get out before you threw your arms around him and cried into his neck.

“Come now, I don’t want my memory for six months to be of you blubbering,” he said. You nodded and pulled away, clearing your face of all evidence.

“Right, sorry.”

“A smile?” he asked, his own dazzling on his face.

Your heart betrayed you and you obeyed his gentle request. Anything Sherlock Holmes wanted of yours, was his. Your smile, your laugh, your joy, your heart -- all belonged to him. Unfortunately for you, you knew he would be taking it with him when he left.

“That’s my girl. Come on, it’ll be like a vacation away from my incessant ways.”

“I love your incessant ways,” you mumbled, knowing he was just trying to cheer you up.

A knowing smirk graced his expression. “I know.”

“Brother mine!” Mycroft called and the two of you glanced over to him. He made a face that said ‘Wrap it up’. Sherlock nodded in understanding and turned back to you.

“Keep an eye on him, for me, will you? And your brother.”

“Brother patrol, got it.”

“And yourself. Don’t let my absence consume you, please? Do this for me?” he begged.

You nodded, trying to keep a little bit of a promise for him. “I’ll try.”

“Thank you. Well.. must be off.”

“Yeah…”

He leaned down and placed a long, loving kiss to your lips. A kiss that you never ever wanted to end. He broke away all too soon and looked down at you with adoration.

“See you at the altar?” he asked.

“I’ll be the one in white,” you cornily responded. With that, he took your hand in his, gave it a slight squeeze, then started to walk away. The two of you held hands until he was out of arm's reach, your fingertips barely touching. He dashed onto the plane, his brother giving you a strange look.

“You alright?” John suddenly asked from behind you, making you jump a bit.

“Yeah…” you lied as your eyes glued to the plane. “I’m just fine.”

The three of you stood back away from the runway, watching as the plane got in position and took flight. Every inch it moved towards its destination felt like another punch to the throat and gut. You stood between Mary and John, trying to hold yourself together as best you could.

For the most part, you did splendidly, until the plane was out of sight, and Sherlock couldn’t see your face, you broke down. You fell to your knees, your face in your hands. John and Mary instantly tried comforting you.

But no amount of words, consoling, or hugging would replace the giant hole that had just been ripped into your heart.

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