Marvel Cast And Their Roles X Reader

✮Sherlock|Sherlock X Reader|That's Not Possible

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TW: suicide
Spoilers for:'the imitation game'

When Sherlock stood on the roof of St. Barts it was not only John that stood on the street holding his phone to his ear. Y/N was there with him and the call was on speaker. "This phonecall... It's my note... That's what people do,
don't they? Leave a note." Sherlock said. "Leave a note when?" John asked desperate. "Goodbye." Y/N grabbed the Phone. "Wait, no, no, no, please, don't do this, please." she begged and Sherlock paused. "I'm sorry." he whispered. "No, please, I love you." Y/N pleaded under tears.

Sherlock, who was standing on the edge of the building, looked at Y/N standing on the street and the brickwall around his emotions fell. Y/N couldn't see it, but he looked sad, almost broken, truly, not just acting it. But he had to do it, otherwise they would die. He knew that. He simply hung up, threw the phone behind him and then... He fell.

Of course it broke John too, that Sherlock was gone, but not as much as Y/N. After 2 years he moved on and was about to propose to Mary Morstan, while Y/N was still living at 221B almost drowning in her suffering. She just couldn't move on. It felt wrong to leave him behind, in her past. It felt like betrayal. Often she didn't leave the flat for months and if Mrs. Hudson hadn't taken care of her, Y/N would probably have starved to death or something like that.

She had nightmares of rushing to the pavement, only to find a dead Sherlock Holmes lying there with blood covering the stones under his head and his curls dripping from the red liquid. She was crying and pushed herself through the crowd of people with John. "Please, he's our friend, please, let us through." He had begged. She was not able to form a sentence in that situation.

In the moment, she was sitting on the couch, watching TV, since she couldn't sleep. She decided to wait until John would write her a message with Mary's answer to his question. He promised her to tell her first. After watching 'The imitation game' she was crying her eyes out, because of the fact that Alan committed suicide after one year of hormone therapy. Just then she received a call. With teary eyes she looked at her screen.

She smiled a bit at the way she saved his number in her phone. It was related to his awful mustache. She accepted the call and said:"Hello, how was it?" and you could hear that she'd cried. "Are you alright?" John asked. "Yes, I just watched 'The imitation game' and Alan killed himself, but anyway, what did Mary say?" there was a short silence. "Did she say no?" she asked. "No, it's just, that I didn't come to ask the question." he replied. "Why's that?" "An old friend of mine came along and ruined the moment." in that moment John looked at Sherlock and blamed him with his voice and expression. "Who was it?" Y/N asked. "Do I know him?" she added. "Yes, actually. I would like to come over to you, is that alright? I don't want to make this on the phone." Y/N was slightly confused but agreed and 15 minutes later the door bell rang.

Before she could reach the ground floor the door opened. "Come on, John, I have a key, we don't have to ring the bell!" she stopped her movement at the voice she heard and when she saw the pale face with curly hair above, she couldn't believe her eyes. 'That's not possible.' she thought. Y/N ran down the stairs and came to an hold right in front of Sherlock Holmes. His nose was bleeding. "What happened?" she asked and couldn't resist to let her hands rest on his cheeks. "Oh, John beat me up." he explained and Y/N shook her head. "You know what I mean, Sherlock, you jumped off a roof, what happened?" tears started rolling down her face. "I had to do it, to beat Moritay."

John and Mary stood there a bit lost, so they went to Mrs. Hudson to give Y/N and Sherlock their moment.

Y/N let her fingers run through his curls and she toyed with the strands of hair. There wasn't a single drop of blood in it and it made her incredibly happy. "I feel like I should be mad at you, for leaving us behind suffering from your death, but I'm just to happy right now." she grinned and cried more at the same time. Her arms went around him and she hugged him tight. "I'm sorry." Sherlock said. "I love you." Y/N replied a bit scared of his reaction. "I know", he said,"and I love you too." he broke the hug to look at her. "You're such an idiot." Y/N laughed and the corner of Sherlocks mouth twitched up.

Y/N had two urges in that moment. The first was to kiss Sherlock, the second to hug him, so she made both and gave him a gentle Kiss on the lips only to hug him tight again, afterwards.