chilling on the patio

anonymous asked:

I love swaplock where Sherlock is the one with the crush and Molly is oblivious, but everything else is the same. :) May I humbly request?

“Any luck?”

Sherlock looked up, startled. “What?”

“With the flowers,” John nodded to the bouquet on Molly’s desk. “You bought them, didn’t you?”

Sherlock scowled, shoving his hands in his coat pockets. “Not according to her.”

“What’s that mean?” John asked, amused. 

“Means she didn’t read the card, obviously.” 

“Why not take her to lunch or something?”

“Because, John, she’s not that sort of…ugh.” Sherlock stalked off, glowering. He waited until John had caught up with him. “She doesn’t take hints very well.”

“Well, knowing you, you didn’t put the card in the flowers,” John said.  

“I…had it written out…”  

“Okay, but still missing the point.”

“Well…she should know by now nobody buys her flowers, she could have seen me walk in with them!” Sherlock blustered.  

“Okay,” John nodded, humoring him. “How?”  

“Well…when…through security feeds!” Sherlock tried.  

“Mm, right, and when does she have time to hack the security feeds, on her lunch hour?” John shook his head. “Sherlock, just ask her out.”  

“Ask who what?”  

Both men turned with a start.  

“Uh…” Sherlock flicked a nervous glance to John, then back at Molly.  

“Sherlock is taking you to lunch,” John said. “That’s nice of you, Sherlock, well I’m going back home, let me know if anything comes up!” he slapped his friend on the back, waved goodbye to Molly and jogged off. 

“So…lunch?” Molly asked, pushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear. 

Sherlock followed the curve of her fingers, distracted. Blinking quickly, he shrugged. “Yes! No…I…had thought dinner…instead.”

“Okay,” Molly shrugged. “For what though?”

“To…thank you,” he decided, mentally berating himself. “You’re quite singular, Molly Hooper.” 

Ah, better. 

“Sounds like fun!” she smiled brightly. “I’ve got loads to do, so lunch wouldn’t have worked out anyway, I’ll see you tonight, seven-ish?”

“Yes, I’ll pick you up-“

“Oh no it’ll be faster if I meet you, what’s the address?”

A plan quickly formulated in his mind. “You know Angelo’s restaurant?”

“I do, love it there.”

“Yes I know,” he murmured. 


“I said ‘Oh good’,” he answered quickly, flustered. “Yes. Angelo’s. Seven-fifteen.”

“Right. Okay!” she jotted down the time and place on the notebook she carried.

“See you then!”

Sherlock would have been lying if he said he’d nearly ducked his head to kiss her cheek, but she was past him before he could complete the motion. Well, there would be time for kissing later…he hoped. 

Sherlock Holmes was, for lack of a better word, utterly besotted. Molly Hooper, for whatever reason, either had no idea, or no interest. He felt rather sick to his stomach, the idea of her rejecting him, and thus ending their friendship. Perhaps she was oblivious, it was entirely possible, after all, it wasn’t as if he’d been clear from the start how he’d have liked their relationship to go. Well, he could and would clear all that up tonight. 

Later that evening, around seven-ish
Molly ran a hand through her still slightly-damp hair. The windy evening had mostly dried it, but she was all-too-aware she looked rather wind-blown as she stepped through the doors to Angelo’s restaurant. 

“Sherlock Holmes’ party,” she murmured, breathless, trying to comb down her hair. 

“Yes of course Miss Hooper, this way,” she was about to thank the hostess when she looked up, and suddenly wished she’d put on a nicer dress. Not that she was improperly dressed, but it was just an plain black sheath dress, one that allowed her to move freely while she worked. 

Looking around the restaurant, Molly couldn’t help but stare.
“Where um…where is everyone?” she asked.

“The restaurant is yours for the evening,” the host pulled aside the curtain to the outer patio. There was a single table, candles and paper lanterns decorated the patio. Wine was being chilled and a bouquet of heady peonies and roses decorated the table. “Enjoy.”

Molly couldn’t speak, still staring at the grand gesture that was spread before her. This was not a friendly dinner to say ‘thank-you’, and she felt quite foolish suddenly, for not having seen Sherlock’s attempted advances before. It all made sense! His spending time in the lab even if he had no cases or experiments, his assistance on her caseloads, the mysterious bouquet of flowers that showed up twice a month… 

Sherlock appeared, muttering to himself as he wrestled with a champagne bottle, clearly trying to get the cork out. He was dressed quite nicely in an rich aubergine button-down, and one of his nicer suites (though to be fair, all of his suits were nice).

“Oh…” Molly finally spoke.  

The cork finally popped out with a terrific ‘crack!’, just as he realized she was standing there. He cursed under his breath as the champagne foamed over, he grabbed the cloth from the handle of the bucket, wrapping it around the neck. 

She couldn’t move, or else she’d have helped him. Rooted to her spot, she again took in the beautiful sight. A lovely reserved restaurant for two, candles and flowers and champagne…and Sherlock, trying his hardest to appear blasé about half a bottle of wine foaming over his hand. 

“Molly,” he tried. 

“You meant me…” she finally managed, and he met her gaze. 

He quirked a smile, nodding. “Yes. All this time I’ve been making rather a poor show of trying to tell you but-“

“No, I’m just dense sometimes, you were lovely, and I’m sorry if I misunderstood,” she shook her head quickly. “I just…I never expected,” she gestured to their surroundings, then to herself. “I never expected anyone to do this for me and I’m…” she blushed, smiling at her feet for a moment. “I’m overwhelmed, if I’m quite honest,” she laughed, nervous, but she dared a step forward. 

“So…you’ll stay?” he too, moved nearer. 

Shy again, she nodded, pushing her hair behind her ears. “I’m sorry I’m not properly dressed,” she gestured to herself. “If I’d have known I-I’ve got a really beautiful dress at home, it’s dark green and velvet and not just an old work sheath.”

“You look lovely,” he said, quite honestly, and held her chair for her. “I’m just glad you came.”

“I’ll always come when you need me to, Sherlock,” Molly replied. “If I seem surprised it’s because…I guess I never expected someone like you to want someone like me.” 

He looked at her as if she had two heads. “I find that hard to believe, considering your brilliance, your fascinating line of work, to say nothing of your physical features,” the waiter stood by the doorway, and Sherlock noticed. “I could go on,” he said. “But there is the waiter with the menu, but I would like to discuss what our future would be, should we continue this relationship on a more intimate level.” 

“I’d like that,” she nodded, flushing, eyes shining at him.

City Dreams And A Quick Guide To Toronto

Written by Ema // Photo by Kellen

I want the city. A place that never allows the deafening silence to enter my mind. A place where constant motion forbids me to wallow in self pity. A place that has a million faces I will never know. A place where my soul meets my wildest ambitions. I love the city. Unfortunately, I live in the suburbs where nothing ever happens. However, Toronto is fairly close to where I live so I get to visit there every once in a while. There’s something about the city that makes me feel like I could accomplish anything. Maybe it’s the hustle and bustle of everything or maybe it’s the way millions of lights cause the dense mass of skyscrapers to shimmer in the night. There’s a sort of beauty about the city, almost like you’re in a movie and waiting in anticipation for something wondrous to occur.

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200. Skinny dipping (requested)

Dan: After two hours of hiking, the two of you had finally reached your destination. A couple of friends had told you about this waterfall, and how it was sort of off the beaten path. But when you got there, the hike was totally worth it. The falls must have been at least fifty feet high, and there was a large pool of water surrounding it. “This is amazing,” you said in awe. The two of you stood there just admiring the scene. A couple minutes later, Dan spoke. “Well, now that we’re here, now what?” he asked. “I have an idea,” you smirked, as you took your shirt and bra off. “Really?” He thought you were bluffing until you took off your shorts and underwear and put everything on a nearby log. It was a little risky, but that’s what made it exciting. “Oh my god, you’re actually serious,” he laughed a little. You shrugged. “There’s no one here. We haven’t seen a single person all day,” you pointed out as you walked into the water. The water was a little cold, but it was refreshing. “You coming in?” you asked, with a raised brow, as you swam towards the waterfall. He quickly got undressed and joined you.

Phil: Phil opened the patio door and stepped onto the concrete surrounding the pool. “There you are. I’ve been looking for you everywhere.” Phil knew you had been out here. About twenty minutes ago, he snuck out here and grabbed your clothes, which you hadn’t even noticed were missing. “Are you going to join?” you asked swimming up to the side of the pool. “I don’t know. I think I’ll just chill out here,” Phil stated as he stretched out on a patio chair. “C'mon, please?” you begged. He wanted to bring as little attention as possible to the fact that your clothes were missing. Him taking off his own would only highlight the fact. “I already showered,” Phil reasoned. “Suit yourself,” you shrugged as you began to swim to the center of the pool. About twenty minutes later, you got out. You looked at the chair that your clothes were on, but realized they weren’t there. “Phil? Do you happen to know where my clothes went?” He looked up at you. “I may have taken them and hidden them,” he said nonchalantly. “Oh my god you cheeky little shit,” you laughed.

Throwback Summer: chilling in the patio with Boris…

Wearing MTM double breasted seersucker suit by Gentleman Tailors, Emmett London tab collar shirt, Buttero suede loafers, Borsalino fedora, club tie, and vintage pocket square.

We went to the barcade last night and went outside to smoke. My boyfriend went back inside to use the bathroom so I’m just chilling on the patio and these two guys come outside, see me standing alone, and come stand right next to me. One goes to the other, kinda loud, “do you have any resolutions?!” And the second guy yells back “TO LOVE MORE…!”
They’re obviously running a pick up play here.
So they ask my for a light and ask me if I have any resolutions and I swear to you I should have been in a movie scene: I leaned against the patio wall, took a long drag and breathed out, and looked the one that asked dead in the eye and said “get swole and beat up nazis.”

When I was growing up we had a pet pig. And when I say pet pig I don’t mean a micropig or any of that shit, I’m talking a fucking gigantic commercial pig. It was a gag gift one of my toddler friends got for her birthday and her mom was a tightass so she was going to abandon the pig and my mom decided to just take the pig. So it lived in our bathroom and then it lived in a pin in our back yard. It thought it was a dog. It tucked itself under a blanket at night when mom forgot to. It knew how to open doors. His name was Oreo and he really liked eating acorns.

So all my toddler photos are me in a cute little dress petting this fucking huge black and white pig, there at pictures of the pig playing with our dogs. He would chill on the patio when mom worked in the garden. He was a member of the family. It’s so hilarious.

I love my little house and my patio in this lush green back yard that was just barely green at all yesterday. I feel like I ought to be jumping up to do some planting or mowing or tidying or something, but it’s been a week already, and I’m just so weary. After school/work today, I took Lila summer clothes shopping, and the fluorescent lights pretty much did me in. 

Some bright spots in this day:
– a glass of chilled white wine with fresh berries on the patio with The Baker after work and before we had to go on with our respective parental stuffs.

– kickass prep shift where I really tested my mettle even more than usual.

– no tears from the pre-teen during our shopping excursion.

– Dogwood and an as-of-yet unidentified pink blossoming tree are in glorious bloom in my side yard. Redbud? Cherry? Too lazy to look it up. It’s an old tree and only half of it is in bloom. 

– realizing again that I am stronger now than I have ever been in my life, on every level. 

– a sustained embrace is a wonderful thing.