Sherlock Reader Insert Collection

Perfect, Mycroft X Chubby!Reader

"My, where are you going?" A soft voice made the government figure freeze.

"No where my dear." He didn't turn around.

"You better not be going to work out. You have five seconds to get back in this bed or I'll call your brother." The brunet glanced back at the woman. "One, two-" He knew he couldn't win against her.

"Alright." With a sigh, he rejoined her in the bed. She wrapped her arms around him. "You know I hate when you use Sherlock against me, (Y/n)." He nuzzled into her (h/c) locks.

"It worked didn't it?" She muttered into his chest. "Why do you go?" Her question made him sigh.

"You know why. I'm trying to lose weight. Don't you want me to look my best for you?" (Y/n) frowned at her boyfriend.

"You already look your best, My." She propped herself up on her elbows, giving him a serious look.

"Just a few more pounds." The woman got up, putting on jeans and a jacket.

"Then let me help you lose a few." (Y/n) hurried out of her flat, leaving Mycroft alone on the bed.

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(Y/n) raised a hand to knock on the door when it swung open.

"He's been working out again." Sherlock observed from the miserable woman on their stoop. The detective had to control his urge to push her away as she hugged him, her body shaking from the sobs. John came down to see what was taking his flatmate so long and stumbled upon (Y/n) crying into Sherlock's chest while he gently rested his hand on her hair.

"(Y/n), come on, I'll make you some tea." The doctor smiled, detaching her from her boyfriend's brother. The three went up to 221 B where (Y/n) sat in Sherlock's chair, John went to make tea, and the detective busied himself with his microscope. It wasn't that he didn't care about the relationship problems of his idiot brother and the woman currently sniffling in the living room, he was just smart enough to know he wouldn't be much help. He could at least hear them and use this incident as leverage for a future problem. The (h/c) woman was the closest thing to a sister he had, practically his sister-in-law with how long her and Mycroft had been together, and he disliked when his brother hurt her.

"Here you are." John handed (Y/n) a cup and sat down in front of her. "Tell us what's wrong."

"My told me he wanted to lose a few more pounds and I told him I could help him lose a few and I left." She sighed into her tea. Sherlock couldn't help but smirk at her remark. John laughed out loud, earning him a glare. "He doesn't need to lose weight! He is perfectly fine the way he is. If anyone needs to workout, it's me." The soldier was at her side in a heartbeat.

"Now listen, (Y/n), you stop talking like you're the problem. You are healthy and beautiful, and Mycroft is an idiot if he doesn't tell you everyday." John knelt in front of her, taking her hand in his. Sherlock felt the air shift.

"John, he could have any woman in the world. He could blackmail Adele into marrying him! If I were him, I'd choose someone prettier. Anthea seems to be a fair choice." (Y/n) pulled her knees to her chest. She looked at Sherlock and followed his gaze to the door. "Excuse me, boys. I'll be heading home now." She stood.

"Come now, a lovers spat would be most entertaining right now." Sherlock sneered at his brother, John glared at him.

"This doesn't concern you, brother mine."

"Whose flat did your girlfriend run do?" John hit his flatmate. (Y/n) gave her two friends a thankful smile before pushing past Mycroft. The elder Holmes glanced over the two men and followed the (h/c) woman to the car waiting outside.

"Anthea?" Mycroft slammed the car door shut just as she tried to open it.

"Why are you always concerned about how you look? It isn't for me, so who for?" The woman shouted at him. "Are you trying to tell me something?"

"It was for you."

"Do you ever listen to me? I don't want you to change, you look fine how you are, My." She looked him in the eye. "Are you trying to tell me something?" Mycroft grabbed her shoulders.

"(Y/n) listen! I'm not leaving you." He kissed her forehead. "Please, believe me. I'm doing this to make you happy and if it isn't, then I'll stop."

"My, you are perfect." (Y/n) gently touched his cheek. "You don't need to prove that to me." She went to kiss her idiot boyfriend but he pushed her away.

"Let's continue this at home, away from the virgins prying eyes." She laughed, glancing up at the window where the curtains were pulled shut. The two got into the car.

"Maybe you should hire him a prostitute."

"If Adler couldn't help then he's totally hopeless."