Mycroft Case Files
Sabcroft;
Mycroft's Music
[[oops
my friend and I randomly started up a SuperWhoLock Roleplay and now I ship Molly Hooper with Dean Winchester.
oops.
1 ((that moment when you really like RPing with someone but you know they don’t like RPing with you)))
“Sable, dear? I’m back to normal.”
Mycroft smiled and walked swiftly to the large kitchen that his wife spent the most time in. He appeared behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her into him and kissing her head. “Hello. Missed you…hope my teenage self didn’t cause too much harm.”
Sable purred, and leant back into her husband- her husband. She was never going to get over how wonderful and perfect it felt to say that. She twisted enough to turn her head and look up at him. “Missed too My, so much. He was mostly harmless, love. Smashed his hand up when I told him who I was, tho’…”
I wonder if she told her anything I was trying to keep from her…like the origin of that nickname.
His brain raged slightly at the name “My” it always did, but he had managed to mask the pain for all the months he’d known Sable…hadn’t had the courage to tell her. “He-I was like that as a teen…but he’s gone now. Thank god. I’m so so ashamed of him, to be honest.”
Oh, shit. Not My. He doesn’t like it.
“Ah, sorry love.” she murmured, resting her head on his chest. “He told me… ‘bout tha’. M’sorry. Won’t call y’tha’ anymore, if y’don’ want me too.”
“No.” he said quickly and desperately. “Please…use it…it may hurt a little but…she’s gone. Its nice…” he didn’t know how to explain the bitter sweetness of the nickname…he squeezed Sable tighter against him, demonstrating that he didn’t wish to talk about it.
“Oh,” she nodded lightly. “Alright then, love.” She simply dropped the subject, realising it wasn’t something he really wanted to talk about.
She turned in his arms, so she was facing him, and smiled up, taking in his face. “God, I missed you.”
He smiled down at her and kissed her lightly on the lips, leaning his forehead against her’s as his tall and surprisingly lean figure loomed lovingly over her. “I missed you too…so so much.”
8 [Myc scoffed, looking down at his converse, his breath showing in the cold night air. Why he was outside at 1 in the morning, he’d never know] doubt it. ‘m a pretty worthless shit…but can I ask why y’hate older me so much?
[She shrugged a little, rubbing her stomach.] Don’ hate all o’ you. Just… just th’first one I met. Th’one I fell in love wi’ an’ was gonna marry. [She shivered a little, her breath coming out in white puffs.]
“hope tha’s not me.” he said with a bitter chuckle. His body shivered slightly as a breeze flew by. “What brings you out so late at night…technically early in the mornin’ I guess.”
“Huh? Why’d it be you?” She frowned a little, then chuckled wryly. “I got a bit… annoyed, wi’ one o’ th’Mycroft’s I live wi’, an’ came out fer a walk.”
“Y’live with more than one o’ me?” he smirked through his blue scarf, causing the fabric to fold slightly against his mouth. “That must be rather difficult.” his eyes flicked to her stomach, recognizing her protectiveness of it. “Y’preggers?”
“Yup. Two. S’… complicated, an’ tha’s puttin’ it lightly.” She smirked at his words, and patted her obviously pregnant stomach. “Six an’ a half months. Twins. S’why ah’m th’size o’ a planet.”
He smiled down at her stomach. “Well, babies kind of frighten me, what with the fact that they’re the size of a watermelon and they’re comin’ out of somethin’ the size of lemon…but, I congrats, I think. Are one of the Mycroft’s the father?
10 greglestradeofscotlandyard asked: Sorry, but those grey faces got to me. *Kisses passionately*
wha- *eyes widen but ends up smiling* that was…surprisingly nice.
[[is it okay if I make this my AU 19 year old Mycroft? :)]
1 thegingerintheredjumper asked: Mycroft, hello. Sorry I feel like we haven't spoken in a long while. How are you? Just checking up. How's the job and everything? - Amelia xx
Hello, Amelia, I’m doing fine. Sable and I finally got officially married. And you? -MH
1 “Sable, dear? I’m back to normal.”
Mycroft walked through the door as he uttered those words, throwing his keys into the glass basin and slipping off his shoes. He could hear sounds from the kitchen…he smiled.
Sable hummed to herself as she mixed up cake batter, dancing through the kitchen with bare feet as she added bits and pieces to various things she had going at once, and flushed with happiness at the sound of his voice.
“My! Ah’m in th’kitchen, love.” She called through, giggling happily.
Mycroft smiled and walked swiftly to the large kitchen that his wife spent the most time in. He appeared behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her into him and kissing her head. “Hello. Missed you…hope my teenage self didn’t cause too much harm.”
Sable purred, and leant back into her husband- her husband. She was never going to get over how wonderful and perfect it felt to say that. She twisted enough to turn her head and look up at him. “Missed too My, so much. He was mostly harmless, love. Smashed his hand up when I told him who I was, tho’…”
I wonder if she told her anything I was trying to keep from her…like the origin of that nickname.
His brain raged slightly at the name “My” it always did, but he had managed to mask the pain for all the months he’d known Sable…hadn’t had the courage to tell her. “He-I was like that as a teen…but he’s gone now. Thank god. I’m so so ashamed of him, to be honest.”
Oh, shit. Not My. He doesn’t like it.
“Ah, sorry love.” she murmured, resting her head on his chest. “He told me… ‘bout tha’. M’sorry. Won’t call y’tha’ anymore, if y’don’ want me too.”
“No.” he said quickly and desperately. “Please…use it…it may hurt a little but…she’s gone. Its nice…” he didn’t know how to explain the bitter sweetness of the nickname…he squeezed Sable tighter against him, demonstrating that he didn’t wish to talk about it.
8 Anonymous asked: how do you feel about your rper?
I enjoy her. She knows when to be serious and when to be funny, of course, she has her down sides…like, she enjoys my brother and doesn’t like cake, just the frosting. She doesn’t do much, either. Just sits and eats cookies while watching T.V shows I’ve never heard of before.
What in the world is Supernatural? She texts her friend all day messages like
“ASDFGSKLJFKLSFJ ALL MY WINCHESTER FEELS.”
“OMG ITS AZAZEL. DJKLADJAK”
These are direct messages.
1 Anonymous asked: whats your rper like?
She’s got a strange personality.
Most people act very stoic and normal in public and then are quiet crazy and insane in private. Don’t get me wrong, she is quite crazy in private…but she’s more crazy in public. In private, or with certain friends she talks all day and night about serious topics, she’s intelligent and sophisticated, but none of her friends believe her because she’s so crazy…secretly, I think all she wants for people to take her seriously.
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