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Handsome (Mycroft x Reader) Part 1

Hey, guys! :) My final exams are over *inner cheering 🥂*, so I finally found the time to write again 🖋️

Handsome is not the most imaginative title, but hopefully it will do :D I'm just terrible at finding titles :D There's a part 2 coming up - so if you want to be tagged then just write a comment or message me :)

Also I'm about to finish an other story ("I need nothing else but you” - maybe you want to check it out😊).

And because I just have a lot of time right now, I just wanted to say, that I’m also taking Requests 😊

- Anna ♥

A rumbling noise woke you out of your deep slumber. For a moment you weren't quite able to figure out where the sound was coming from. You kept your eyes closed - still silently hoping that maybe you were just imagining things and could go back to sleep.

But as soon as you heard the rumble again, you were convinced that something or better someone was downstairs. Feeling slightly uneasy, you turned around to Mycroft, just wanting to make sure that he also heard that something was going on in your house. Then you noticed that his side of the bed was empty.

Now your unease started to turn into slight fear. Normally with Mycroft by your side, you wouldn't have been so scared, but since you were on your own, you couldn't deny the fact that you were about to shit your pants.

You tried to calm yourself down, with taking deep and slow breaths. Okay. The situation was how it was, now you hadn't any other option to figure out the smartest step you would take next.

Staying in the bedroom was probably the most logical decision that you could make. Because if all the horror movies you watched as a teenager had thought you one thing then it was to NEVER investigate a strange noise you heard somewhere in the house - because of most of the people who did end up pretty much dead afterward.

But then you couldn't just stay here because Mycroft was missing. What if he heard the rumble and went after it? And now was lying bleeding in the living room because the possible intruder had attacked him?

With this picture in mind, you made your decision.

Throwing away the covers, you climbed out of the bed and tiptoed to the bedroom door, which was already slightly open. Right before you were about to leave the room, you spotted Mycroft's umbrella standing beside it. A weapon could become handy. Maybe not the umbrella part itself, but the slim sword which was hidden inside it, for sure.

With your weapon of choice in hand, you opened the door carefully and sneaked out into the hallway. Your heart was beating extremely fast in your chest and adrenaline rushed through your veins.

Suddenly you heard the rumbling again. It was way louder than before. And now you were a hundred percent sure that it was coming from downstairs. Making your way towards the stairs, you paid attention not to make a sound. One wrong move and it could be the end if somebody was actually in your home.

You placed your foot on the first of the old, wooden steps of the stairway, hoping that it wouldn't creak under your weight. Your left hand held Mycroft's umbrella within a deathly tight grip, while you made your way slowly down the stairs.

Your nerves were stretched to their breaking point and if something or someone would attack you out of the shadows, you were ready to beat the freaking crap out them with Mycroft's god damn umbrella. And if that wasn't enough for them then you would just poke them somewhere where it would hurt with the slim sword inside.  

With this plan in the back of your mind, you continued tiptoeing downstairs. As you reached the end of the stairway you were standing in middle of the big living room. The weak moonlight coming through the curtains was the only source of light in the room. And even though you eyes were accustomed to the darkness by now, you weren't able to make out the source of the rumbling.

Continuing to look around, you suddenly saw a narrow line of light shining through the door crack of Mycroft's study. The intruders were probably in there. Searching for highly classified governmental information.

In the beginning of your relationship, Mycroft had warned you that those things could happen. Back then you laughed at his words and dismissed it as nothing. But as soon as you had started to learn more about the world of secrets, lies, and dangers that Mycroft and the whole Holmes family lived in, his warnings became more real.

Now it was actually happening and still no sign of Mycroft. You started to creep over to the study, always paying attention that you were hidden behind one piece of ancient furniture. As you made your way to his study the rumbling noise appeared again. And with the closing distance also its frequency increased. Furrowing your brows, you stopped. You knew the sound. It was Mycroft jogging on his treadmill.

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Who ever created this, did an AWESOME job! :D ♥

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anyways

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This is so gay listen to that ass slap I will never get over this

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someday, if I see Benedict with my own eyes

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Mark Pellegrino Appreciation XLIX 

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“Hello, Dean.”

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why writing takes forever

writer: *stops mid-sentence* damn what's the word I want?

writer: *spends 25 minutes on google trying to figure out the right vocab word*

writer: *gets a paragraph done*

writer: *starts another sentence, stops* what is that really specific fact I need?

writer: *spends an hour trying to figure out this obscure thing that probably doesn't actually matter*

writer: Wait what's that thing called again?

writer: *has no idea how to search for what I need*

writer: *ends up digging through blogs and other archived websites for details*

writer: *needs to reference source material for fact checking*

writer: *has to eat and sleep at some point*

writer: should it be "she regards him with disdain" or "she glares at him with disdain" ??? (hint: it doesnt matter but gunna go back and forth over it for an hour)

writer: *gets distracted by the internet in general*

writer: HOW IS THIS ONLY 800 WORDS???????

writer: fuck proofreading

writer: okay fine i'll proofread.

writer: holy shit this is awful.

writer: *reworks entire sections*

writer: *doesn't think I'm good enough as a writer and stops for a few days*

writer: repeat process as needed.

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I need nothing else but you (Mycroft x Reader) Part 2

    ⇠   Part 1 

Hey, guys! :) Here's Part 2 and I'll hope you enjoy it! (by the way: the weather today was pretty good here, so this is the very first thing I wrote while sitting outside on our terrace! 🌤️😎 also there’ll be some Moriarty stuff coming up anytime soon😊🙊  ) - Anna ♥

P.S.: there is a tag list for the series :) if you want to be tagged just write me a message :) 

TAG LIST: @jenniegs

For a moment you didn't know what to say. Now that he was finally here, words just refused to come over your lips. "(Y/N), darling, I'm sorry, but there was something I had to take care of first", Mycroft said after a while, coming towards you. His car was still standing right behind the two of you and through the darkened panes you could see his personal assistant, who was observing the scene in front of her curiously. 

That was the moment the thought of cheating came into your mind. Maybe his PA, who was with him all the time and to whom he could talk about all the top secret government things that seemed to be going on constantly, was the reason he didn't want you anymore. This woman was more attractive than you, that you had sadly realized at plenty occasions before. Her legs were practically endless and her hair had this certain shimmer that every single woman would die for. Also, she was one of those women, who were able to convey that they needed nobodies help. You, on the other hand, were the complete opposite. Your height was the reason why you couldn't even reach the top shelves at supermarkets or the upper kitchen cabinets at home. Of course, Mycroft would become annoyed over time. You should have thought of that. 

"(Y/N), is everything all right?" Mycroft asked you and with this, you looked away from the car with Mycroft's PA in it. For a while your eyes lingered on the cobbled sidewalk before you were able to look at him. His face showed no emotion at all and that was unusual. Normally you were able to read in Mycroft like an open book, but now he was giving you his poker face. And that was the moment it all became too much.

The rejection over the last few months, the thought of him being cheating and now Mycroft also started to shut you out … all those things caused tears falling down onto your cheeks. Your tears weren't the hysterical, angry or frustrated ones. They were soft, silent tears out of deep-felt sorrow. You were crying over a world, that seemed to break into pieces. And right now you didn't see any option to stop it from happening.

You turned yourself away from Mycroft to hide the tears that kept on falling down. "(Y/N), Darling, if you don't talk to me, I can't help", Mycroft whispered, walking towards you and laying his hands on your shoulders. "You don't love me anymore, right?" There they were. The words were finally out there. Going back wasn't an option anymore. The following silence between the two of you was deafening. It felt like time had stopped in one of the most horrible moments of your life. "Let's take a short walk, (Y/N)." 

➼ To be continued ... 

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No pressure but do you have any fics coming out soon 💜❤💕💜❤💕

There’s a lot going on right now unfortunatly. Anna wants to write but doesn’t have much time on her hands… Our finals are coming up :( We’ll be through with everything in about a month or so!

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Are you okay? I love you

Thanks for your concern - it’s very sweet

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The roommate paradox!!!!!! Awesome! I loved it. Please do the next chapter

Thanks

- Liz

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I need nothing else but you (Mycroft x Reader) Part 1

Hey guys! :) Sorry it took me so long to write something again, but I just had a lot to do with school and other stuff 🙈 But today I just felt really inspired and then this happened :D I hope you’ll enjoy it 😊 Anna ♥

You played with the small silver ring while you were waiting for Mycroft. He was late. Again. It wouldn’t be the first time lately that he stood you up. At least the last two times that you were supposed to meet, you had waited for him for at least an hour, before you got a text message, saying that he wouldn’t be able to make it.

This evening it seemed to happen again. A quick look at your wristwatch told you, that Mycroft was almost forty minutes late. Not much longer and your phone would buzz. The restaurant where he had reserved a table was completely booked. It was one of those posh and expensive places that seemed to pop out everywhere over the city lately.

To you, it didn’t matter, where the two of you would be eating. You didn’t care, to which restaurant Mycroft was taking you. He could have even invited you for burgers at McDonald’s and you would have shown up. But there was the point: you would show up, not him.

If you could have chosen, between McDonald’s or this posh thing than it would have been definitely the fast food chain. Because here you were practically encircled by couples, who were giving you strange looks all the time since you were still sitting alone at the table with nothing but a glass of wine in front of you. In a place like McDonald’s, it wouldn’t have been half as embarrassing as it was now in this restaurant. And if you would stand up now and leave alone, everybody would now that you were being stood up.

You loved Mycroft deeply, but you weren’t sure if he was still feeling like this for you. The thought of him not loving you anymore had been on your mind for quite a while now, and with every single rejection from his side, it got worse. For the last few days, it haunted you almost constantly; day and night. You weren’t able to sleep properly anymore but also were too scared to confront Mycroft with it. What if you spoke it out loud and he wouldn’t deny the fact, that he didn’t love you.

Holding back your tears, you decided to leave the restaurant. Crying in public would destroy every little bit of dignity you had left. Carefully you placed two twenty pound bills on your empty plate and left. As you were walking by the tables to get to the entrance of the restaurant you could feel the stares of some people in your back, which caused you to straighten your back a little bit more.

Even though Mycroft hadn’t written you a message, you were pretty sure, that he wouldn’t come anymore. So it surprised you even more, as you saw him standing on the sidewalk in front of the restaurant.

     ➼  Part 2

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Hey, Could you write a reader x Dean where he is helping her tend wounds after a hunt and discovers her scars (she's self conscious about) from previous hunts? Thank you!!

Thanks for your request! I added it to our list and I will write it as soon as possible :) 

- Liz