Try Not to Bleed Out... (Reader x Mycroft Holmes)

In need of a partner

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*time skip 5 years *

" Oh my god Sherlock, you're such an asshole !" You yell at him then slam the door to your flat. 'Why is he being such a dick about this ?! Does he hate me that much ? No, don't go there (y/n).'

-Good morning. Bring a plus one to the ball. You'll need one for the this task. Spencer house,6pm shark.[P.M]

'Shit. I'm defiantly NOT asking Sherlock after that ! But who could I ask ?'

-Hey, you free at 6 on Saterday?  [(y/f/n).W]
-P.S I'm still mad at you but since your my room mate could we put this aside ? [(y/f/n).W]
-Ask George. I need you at Scotland yards now anyway .[S.H]
-You mean Greg ? And okay on my way [(y/f/n).W]

*time skip*

" Male, 24 years old, drowned . Presumably killed by his cheating wife," Sherlock states as if it's normal as you enter. "Late. Let's go home, we're done here," he looks at you as he walks past and you groan loudly and follow. "Wait-"
"Don't bother he already has a date, although it won't go well," he interrupts . 'Maybe I should just request a partner ? ...Not after last time.' You scrunch your face at the memory or that tall blonde haired brat in front of you , that screwed up your missing. Then you curse at your luck. "Sherlock-"
"No."
"Pleaseeee?" You look up at him hopefully before adding "I'll do anything !" You beg.
"If your so desperate why not just ask Mycroft? He's sure to says yes," he mumbles the last part while hiding his smirk. " Err screw this ! He'll be busy anyway..." You trail off looking away to avoid him seeing your blush. While thinking of the older Holmes brother,. Dressed in a three piece suit and you on his arm.

-clear Saturday 5pm onwards. You'll thank me later [S.H]
-why? I have a ball to attend Sherlock, this better be important. [M.H]
-take (y/n) to the ball then [S.H]
-Sherlock. [M.H]
-No complaining or I'll make your life living hell. [S.H]
-You already do. Fine I'll be there at 5:20, tell her to wear red. [M.H]

"Nearest ball shop," Sherlock's voice said to the cab driver. You decided against saying anything about it. He was probably just trying to change my thought pattern or make me forgive him.

"You're getting a red dress, I've found you a date for the ball." He explains while typing. You look at his questioningly but decide against wanting to know.' Ignorance is bliss' you tell yourself.

-Shoes, style and hair preference ? [S.H]
-Red or black, style does not matter and for hair, just make sure it suits and that the colour scheme matches. I will also except dark blues [M.H]
-You better treat her right despite this being work. I don't want her coming back to me in pieces now that Johns gone. [S.H]
-Of course brother. Till then. [M.H]