Imagine Mycroft

Short stories about you and Mycroft :)

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Nobody:…

Number 5: I’m the daddy here!!

Me & my daddy issues: Wow, didn’t think I was gonna be attacked like this today!

[imaginemycroft]

Imagine...

Imagine going to the fitness studio. You hate it there, all the thin and muscular people who are not out of breath from climbing the stairs up to the entrence. You on the other hand are untrained, kinda doughy, but willing to change that.  It’s been a while since you last were here, three months to be exact. With a big sigh you put in your headphones with your favorite music and get started on the treadmill. After just half an hour you feel like you just ran a marathon, sweat is pouring down your face and you are panting. Struggeling to get off you turn down the speed of the treadmill and unelegantly step out of it. Suddenly you see him, running right next to you. Skintight leggings and shirt, wobbeling belly. His face shimmers due to the sweat as he turns to you, winks and fucking jumps off his treadmill. How the hell does he look like a sexy rascal when he does that?

“Mycroft Holmes, nice to meet you!”, he smiles, not even out of breath. “Hey, yeah...”, you answer, completly baffeled. “How bout I treat you to a little green juice as a after workout cooler?”

[imaginemycroft]

Imagine...

“But he is your best friends brother!”, John hisses after you, very quietly because Sherlock and Mycroft are playing some boardgame in the other room, told him about your crush on the older Holmes brother.

“I knoooooow!”, you sigh. “But is it my fault he is that fucking handsome?” “He is not, though!”, John looks at you in shock. “You know there are people that call him Iceman, don’t you? I wouldn’t think he’d be able to fall for you. I would make a bet on that!”, the words come out so dry, that you know John himself believes them. But not you, you can see there are strong emotions in Mycroft. Yes, he might not want them, but they are there. Angrily you exclaim: “Well, and I think Mycroft Holmes has already fallen for me, as I have for him!”, you stomp out of the kitchen into the living room where Mycroft is losing. “Mycroft Holmes!”, you say and step closer. “Would you go on a date with me?”, he looks up in bewilderness and shakes his head. “I- What-”, the otherwise confident man stutters. “Is that a yes?”, you ask impatiently. “I- okay?”, he smiles.

[imaginemycroft]

Imagine...

Imagine you’ve been on a beach trip with your best friends. It was a wonderfull day full of reading, swimming and sun bathing and it is already late at night when you get home. As expected the house is dark, only a little light is burning in your bedroom. “It’s gotten late, hasn’t it?”, your boyfriend greets you. He is sitting in his wingchair, waiting for you. “You must have had fun, forgetting the time like that.”

“Yeah, it was great!”, you smile back and begin to undress. “Did you use enough sunscreen?”, worried Mycroft gets up to look at your blushed breasts and shoulder. “Sure...”, you wander into the shower. “You know you get sunburned easily!”, he is so caring that sometimes it’s overwhelming. “Mycroft, darling. It was a long day,I just want to get the sand off and go to bed!”, you sigh and shampoo your hair. Granted, it bruns a little as the water runs down your body, but it’s probably nothing. “Alright, I’ll go to bed then.”, now he is offended. Perfect. You put on a nightgown and hop next to him. “Love you, night!”, you mumble. “Night!”, he grumbles back, turning his face away from you.

Two hours later you wake up from a pain on your upper body. “Shit!”, you exclaim quietly. “Told you so...”, Mycroft whispers. “What do you want to hear? You were right? Oh fuck...”, you begin to get up. “Stay here.”, his voice sounds that commanding that you don’t dare  to oppose. A few moments later he gives you a lotion: “There you go. I bought it this morning, I was sure the sun would have its play with you.”, he kisses you on the forehead and continues: “Want me to put the lotion on?”, he winks wolfishly.

[imaginemycroft]

Imagine...

Imagine being at Mycrofts the first time. He invited you on a tea last time you met at work. As you arrive you can’t help but notice the size of his cottage. It doesn’t compare to a mansion or anything like that, it’s just a nice, big, oldtimey house.

“Come on in.”, it’s the first time you see him in such a private setting and still he is dressed in one of those fancy suits. “Thank you.”, you smile as he leads you to his living room. There is a brown leather couch and a fitting wingchair standing on a dark, blue carpet infront of a fireplace. After he asks you to sit down he gets you a cup of mint tea (with sugar, as you requested) and lets himself fall down next to you on the couch. “Wow, it’s very oldschool in here.”, you note. “I hope you are talking about the furniture.”, he smirks. “Of course, I would never get the idea to talk about your ancient age in front of you.”, though he smiles as you tease him you can see something broke insie him. “Well, in your eyes I must be a senior.”, there is a little, not really notiscable trembling in his voice, but he overplays it as he laughs and takes a sip of his tea. “Mycroft! I was just joking! You are by no means old. And that would never come  to my mind when I think of you. You are gentleman, nice and friendly, very british with a good sense of humour. Maybe a little lonely and…”, you struggle with the next sentence for a few seconds but then you continue: “…and very attractive!” Mycroft looks at you with a face that lets you read suprise as well as shock. “Gosh, I am so sorry, I didn’t want to-” “No! I- I am sorry! You should not have to feel obliged to tell me things like that!”, now the shock turns into self-disgust. “Mycroft, no! I mean it, from the moment I first saw you I gravitated to the grace you give off. It’s just that I don’t want to seem like the woman with the daddy issues! Because you are more to me then an issue, I feel save when you are around. You are caring but it also seems as though you are in need of protection just as much as I am! And therefore I want to spend time with you, no matter if you feel the same way for me or weither I am just a friend to you!”. 

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Imagine...

Imagine you just got back from a trip to London, you had a job interview there. It went pretty well so that now you have to ponder wether or not you want to take the offering. But are you ready to take suche a big step? Leave everyone at home, your friends, your family, behind and take on a new chapter in your life? Also there is that guy you met in a bar. He drank whiskey and didn’t even look when you sat down. But after you took two drinks you finally worked up the courage to flirt with him. Which ended up with both of you in your hotel room. After that you met up every evening for the time you were in London, but he told you he wouldn’t be able to have a relationship. Wondering about what to do you wander around the little forest of your hometown. When suddenly you see a dark figure approaching you. “What the hell..?”, you ask yourself silently as the guy is wearing a suit and carrying an umbrella though it is 27°C. “Hello there, stranger!”, a familiar voice greets you. “Mycroft?!”, you wonder. “I wanted to talk to you, so I thought I would just catch up on your morning walk.”, he smirks. “How did you know...” “I am the british gouverment, you know!”, he winks and continues: “Anyway, have you come to a decision yet? Because I do miss you. And I guess I could bring myself to have a relationship with you. No matter where you live, but London would be prefered, if I have to be honest.”, where does that come from? Last time he told you even an affaire would actually be too much for him. That those meetups where just a prolonged one night stand. “I don’t know what to say, Mycroft.”, you sigh. “Well, do you miss me? Do you miss being with me, having me there? Because I know I do, and actually.. I know you miss IT!”

[imaginemycroft]

Imagine...

Imagine being at Mycrofts the first time. He invited you on a tea last time you met at work. As you arrive you can’t help but notice the size of his cottage. It doesn’t compare to a mansion or anything like that, it’s just a nice, big, oldtimey house.

“Come on in.”, it’s the first time you see him in such a private setting and still he is dressed in one of those fancy suits. “Thank you.”, you smile as he leads you to his living room. There is a brown leather couch and a fitting wingchair standing on a dark, blue carpet infront of a fireplace. After he asks you to sit down he gets you a cup of mint tea (with sugar, as you requested) and lets himself fall down next to you on the couch. “Wow, it’s very oldschool in here.”, you note. “I hope you are talking about the furniture.”, he smirks. “Of course, I would never get the idea to talk about your ancient age in front of you.”, though he smiles as you tease him you can see something broke insie him. “Well, in your eyes I must be a senior.”, there is a little, not really notiscable trembling in his voice, but he overplays it as he laughs and takes a sip of his tea. “Mycroft! I was just joking! You are by no means old. And that would never come  to my mind when I think of you. You are gentleman, nice and friendly, very british with a good sense of humour. Maybe a little lonely and...”, you struggle with the next sentence for a few seconds but then you continue: “...and very attractive!” Mycroft looks at you with a face that lets you read suprise as well as shock. "Gosh, I am so sorry, I didn't want to-" "No! I- I am sorry! You should not have to feel obliged to tell me things like that!", now the shock turns into self-disgust. "Mycroft, no! I mean it, from the moment I first saw you I gravitated to the grace you give off. It's just that I don't want to seem like the woman with the daddy issues! Because you are more to me then an issue, I feel save when you are around. You are caring but it also seems as though you are in need of protection just as much as I am! And therefore I want to spend time with you, no matter if you feel the same way for me or weither I am just a friend to you!". 

[imaginemycroft]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Just a little heads up, whilst I am a whole fucking lot more home and bored due to corona I wrote a until now 34 chapter long Fanfiction readerxMycroft. Check it out if you want to. I personally love it as it has a lot of elements I miss in a lot of Stories, espacially surrounding ReaderxMycoft. (for example the reader is a strong independent woman but still likes the feeling of bein protected. it adresses some anxiety depending weight, so a little trigger warning there.)

[imaginemycroft]

Imagine...

Imagin sitting in front of your window, you are looking out at the rain. A cup of hot cocoa in front of you you decide to be brave. Full of determination you grab your phone and write a text: “Hey there! I, for whatever reason, can’t stop thinking of going to the zoo. Maybe you’d like to go? :)” There you go. With a relieved sigh you take a sip of your cocoa. BuzzzzBuzzzz He already answered! “Good afternoon, dear! I’d love to take you to the zoo. I’ll be there in 20! -MH” Well, that escaleted quickly, you think and rush  to get up and change cloth. Just a minute before the doorbell goes you are dressed and ready to go.“You look fabulous!”, the exclamation escapes his mouth before he can think about it.

“Thank you.”, you blush. “Well then lets get going.”, he escords you to the black car standing on the road and as soon as both of you got in the driver starts the motor and you are on the road. You enter the zoo on a cloudy fall day. It smells of hay and animals. It reminds you of all the family trips you used to take to the zoo when you were a child and a nostalgic smile brushs your lips. Having Mycroft so close is strange, you feel the warmth going off from his body, the soft fabric of his coat. You look up to his greenish-blue eyes and realise his eyes are resting on your face as he walks you to the zoo exhibit with the otter. There are no other visitors, a fact that suprises you until you remind youself that it is not weekend but Thursday afternoon. "Aww!", one otter is in the water, floating on its back. As if it had noticed your presence, it swims towards you and twirl around in the water. Just as you think it swam away the otter gets out of the water and stands on the ground in the exhibit. It stands up on its hind paws and begins to raise its front paw. As if he is waving. "Mycroft! It is waving!", joyfull you grin. "He is indeed!", Mycroft gives you a little smile. "Look at his little paws, so adorable!" you giggle. "If you say so!", he doesn't seem to be angry or anything, just not as caught up on whats happening as you are. "Do you want to go on?", you ask. Maybe he just doesn't like this animal as much as you do. "Only if you want to! I just enjoy watching the glee on your face!"

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Imagine

Imagine Mycroft visits you for the first time. It’s not an official date, in fact you just met a week ago and this is the first time you are meeting privatly. As Mycroft sits down in you kitchen you put on the kettle, get out your best cups (the ones that look like cats. So freaking cute!) . "Earl Grey or Breakfast Tea?", you ask without turning around. "Earl Grey would be perfect!" "Would you like sugar or lemon?" "Sugar, if that's alright.", why would you ask if it wasn't okay? After putting the sugar bowl and teapot on the table you take a moment to catch your breath and realise what is happening. You have let a man who you only met two times into your flat! And a good looking one at that, though you don’t know a lot about him he seems like a perfect catch! Mycroft seems to have reat your mind and interrupts the horrible scenes running through your mind with a slight caugh: "Thanks again for inviting me! I really looked forward to our date, if I may call it that.” Wait, what did he just say? A date?! Could it be that man has an interest in you? "Uh, sure, if you want to call it that. It’s fine by me...”, you try not to sound too flustered. "And I thought you‘d be the one who wanted a intimate meet up...”, he gives you a smirk that lets you heart melt.

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Imagine...

Imagine rushing to work, you are late and are running towards the elevator. As the door begin to close you see a man in side and shout: “Please, hold the door!”, the well dressed guy turns to you, nods and puts one foot in front of the closing door. As you get inside the elevator, embaressingly out of breath, you cough a “Thank you.”, out. “Not a problem at all, Miss.”, his voice lets a shiver run down your spine. It is deep and kind of husky. Interested you turn around to take a look of him. He is tall, has thinning hair and a seems to be a little chubby. The suit he is wearing is black, normally you don’t like men that look that strict, but he is different. “Excuse me...”, you begin but the man interrupts you: “No need to ask. I’ll send you a text.”, and gets out. Confused you watch him walk away, an umbrella in one and a briefcase in the other hand. What the hell? Neither did you ask him for his number nor does he know your name, how would he...? Buzzbuzz, seems like you’ve gotten a text! “Mycroft Holmes, I knew you’d ask and you seem interesting enough to keep in contact with. Coffee at 1?”

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Transformation

Sooo, I didn’t post anything for a pretty long time. Two years to be exact. And the main point I didn’t was that I very much disliked the last season of Sherlock. But also that I don’t feel the same way about Sherlock as a character as I did when I started this blog. I have changed as a person and so have my preferences. So though I won’t delete anything on this blog I will furthermore post fanfics and imagines about that very dear brother of Sherlock: Mycroft. I hope some of you all are still here and will enjoy my posts. Stay save, lovelies! :)

[imaginemycroft]

Imagine going swimming in a near by lake with some friends. Though it’s really hot all of them perfer to just lay in the sun, trying to get some color. But you didn’t come here for that, you want to swim, so you go into the water, alone. Loving the way the vold water feels you swim a few rounds until you suddenly bumpf int oyomeone. “Hey! Carefull!”, he laughs in a nice, deep voice. And as you look up you see a pale, beautiful man with dark hair and lips that wouldn’t be considered beautiful by the generality of people, they are too big and full but to you they seem perfect. “Oh, sorry. Didn’t see you there!”, smiling you turn around to mind your owne buisness. But all of the sudden he calls you out: “Oh no, you are not getting away without revenge!”. Both of you can stand on the ground as the lake isn’t too deep, and he turns to you, take a kind of karate like posture and jumping towars you to dunk you in. Laughing you push him away and start a attack on your owne. You go on like this for what feels like an eternity, all while getting nearer and nearer to the others body and face, it kind of feels like a erotic fight by the time he gets so close to your face that your nosetips touch and you are able to feel his heavy breath on you. Smirking he gets even nearer and kisses you, it feels like you are flying and at the sam time falling so deep into his eyes, that youu aren’t able to feel and anything else but him.

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WICKED I Couldn't be Happier - sung by me. I hope you enjoy listening to this :D

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I actually just made my first YouTube video :3 I hope you enjoy watching it. Also I feel the need to apologise for the fact that I didn't post anything Sherlock related for a long time. The last season just really got me down.. I hope I'll be able to enjoy thinking about Sherlock soon 😐

[imaginemycroft]

Imagine having a skin disease called “psoriasis”, it’s gotten worse over the last few months and you can’t walk, draw or do anything with your hands without pain.  It began two years ago on just one hand but has gotten on both your feet, the other hand and your knees. You don’t know what to do anymore, it hurts and is itchy all the time. But the worst thing for you at the moment is that you feel so ugly. Every time someone looks at you it feels like they were disgusted by the flaky skin of yours and the ugly shoes you are forced to wear. You can’t imagine someone to like you under this circumstances. There is that one guy in school you really like, you don’t have a lots of classes together but when you do you often caught yourself looking at him. But you won’t talk to him. One time he just stared at you hand when you raised it to answer a question. You didn’t want to see it, but there was disgust  in his face.  “Hey!”, you hear a dark voice behind you waiting in line to get a tea in the coffeeshop near school. As you turn around you see this pale guy behind you with those dark, curly hair and a smokier voice then bacon. “Huh?” “Don’t I know you from school?”, he asks. “Yeah, I guess!”, thinking of his stare you want to turn around, not looking him in the eyes. “I noticed you are having some problems with your skin and I’m sorry if I stared! It’s just.. You are so beautiful and seem to be so intelligent and nice, I don’t get why a good person like you would get such a painful illness. It doesn’t seem fair! Oh, by the way, would you like to drink your tea with me?”, he smiles as he says exactly what you needed to hear.

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Imagine going into the theater the third time this week. It’s the ‘Shakespeare Week’ and though you love his plays there is another reason you are going to visit the theater the third time: there is a guy in the audience who has a special something. You didn’t talk with him but as you look at him he stares back and you just can’t look away due to his beautiful, deep blue eyes. Not only does this guy look back at you, he also always seems to smile at you and yesterday he winked before leaving the theater. Trying to get to him you walked fast to the exit after him, but as you got there he was away. So today you want to go to him as soon as you see him, what do you have to lose? As you sit down you search for the handsome brunette but aren’t able to find him, the play begins and he isn’t there. Maybe you did let the only chance to talk to him pass away yesterday. “Excuse me? Is this seat taken?”, you suddenly hear a whisper next to you. The voice is deep and sounds a little like a smokey cello. “No!”, you whisper and look up, just to see the guy you searched for the whole evening! “You..!”, you say surprised. “Sorry, I seem to be a little late, had to clear a case before I got here. But I didn’t want to let the chance pass by to talk to you after I had to go so early yesterday!”, he smiles and winks: “By the way: the name is Sherlock, Sherlock Holmes!”