Something short and sweet. I love picturing Mycroft in simple, everyday situations.

Date night

“So, like, never?”

“No.” He scowls. “Never.”

“16 year old Mycroft never met a girl in home room and asked her out to the cinema?”

“Y/N, 16 year old Mycroft was already at University by that time and had been for well over a year. He certainly wasn’t spending any time meeting girls.” Mycroft rolled his eyes at the thought.

“Well, I simply cannot let you go another day without having the full teenage experience,” you tease. “Get your coat, darling. We’re going to the movies!”

“Must we?” He sighs.

“We must. And we’re getting popcorn. And holding hands. Maybe if you’re lucky, we’ll make out in the back row.”

“I should think not!” Mycroft huffs.

“You’ll love it! You’ll see…”

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He did see.

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2 hours and 30 minutes later, you and a slightly disheveled, swollen-lipped, Mycroft are making your way back to your car, discreetly parked behind the cinema. His fingers are intertwined with yours and you could swear he’s humming the movie’s theme song under his breath.

“Did you enjoy yourself, my love?” You ask as you settle into the passenger side of Mycroft’s car.

“Hmmmm?” He replied distractedly. “Oh, yes. It was quiet enjoyable.”

“Which part did you like the best? The acting? The music?”

“Oh….Maybe…The part in the middle?” He waffles.

“Which part in the middle do you mean, Mycroft?” You ask with a smirk.

“I mean the part in the middle where you shamelessly climbed into my lap and proceeded to snog the life out of me!” He blurts. His cheeks are crimson from embarrassment and his breathing is getting faster.

“You didn’t find that distracting?”

“Your tongue was in my ear, Y/N! Of course it was distracting! You know what that does to me!”

“I do know. That’s why I did it!” You giggle.

Mycroft shakes his head at your silliness and moves to start the car’s engine, but finds your hand on his, stopping his action.

“Mycroft,” you breathe, sliding closer to him on the bench seat as you trail your hand lightly up his arm, coming to rest on the back of his neck. “Did 16 year old Mycroft ever make out with a girl in the backseat of his car?”

Mycroft’s eyes go wide as he slowly shakes his head.

“Would 40 year old Mycroft like to?” Your voice is low but steady as you meet his hungry gaze.

“Get in the back.” He growls as you dissolve into giggles and open your door.

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Weeks go by and Mycroft still can’t help but smile whenever he sees his beloved car parked in his garage. Truthfully, he’s taken to intentionally walking by it at least once or twice a day, just to spark the memory. The two of you don’t have many “date nights,” as you like to call them, but that night at the movies sits front and center in his vast mind palace, and is likely to remain there for a very long time. In fact, it’s been playing on a nonstop loop for him, all day today.

He’s in his home office, lost in his memories once again, when his ear detects your familiar tapping on the office door.

“Come in, my dear.” He calls as he rises to greet you with a kiss. He can see you’ve got a flyer in your hand and a mischievous look in your eye.

“Out with it, darling.” He teases as he draws you closer, his large hands on your hips. “What deviousness are you up to today?”

“I was just wondering… did 16 year old Mycroft ever go to a drive in cinema?”

“No.” He smiles. “Never.”