have-you-seen-molly

stlgeekgirl  asked:

Drabble challange, Sherlolly. Could I trouble you for # 109?

List is here. So far I’ve received asks for 1, 19, 23, 28, 30, 38, 51, 77, 93, 102, 109, 122, 146 & 148

“Have you seen my contacts?”

Molly gave Sherlock an odd look, and not just because he’d simply popped up next to her at the crowded farmer’s market when she’d thought he was still asleep at the hotel. “Sherlock, you don’t wear contacts.”

He frowned without taking his eyes away from the crowds of people at the outdoor music festival. “How could I wear my contacts? I’m looking for them.”

Molly had been involved in her fair share of odd conversations with Sherlock, but this one was right up there with the one involving mashed potatoes and the tensile strength of her sturdiest cotton bra. Shrugging both mentally and physically, she just decided to go along with it, casting her eyes groundward. “They’ll be awfully hard to spot in this crowd - where did you lose them?”

“Right here,” he replied gesturing outward with one hand while simultaneously raking frustrated fingers through his hair. “One minute they were right there, the next…gone.”

“Got it,” she replied, although she really didn’t get it. At all. “And how did you lose them, exactly?”

“Like you said, the crowd,” he replied, his feet shifting restlessly. She tapped him on the leg to remind him to stand still, lest he trample them underfoot. “Someone jostled me, I lost my balance and…Molly? What exactly are you doing?”

She’d crouched down to begin the search, and looked up at him with a confused frown that matched his own. “Looking for your contacts?”

He tugged at her arm, pulling her back up. “There’s no point in looking for their tracks, Molly, unless you happen to think we’re in an old American western? Remember, the crowd? Too many footprints and…”

The penny finally dropped. Molly felt her cheeks reddening in mortification as she said, “Ohhhh, your contacts, not your contacts.”

The look Sherlock gave her was decidedly odd, certainly one she’d never seen before. His brow crinkled as if in confusion (or, more likely, irritation); his head tilted to one side; his lips compressed into a thin line before opening and shutting a few times…and then he laughed.

Oh how he laughed. He laughed like a man who’d been told the funniest joke in the known universe. He bent over, he slapped his knees, he held his stomach, he wiped tears from his eyes - and he wrapped her into a warm hug before kissing the top of her head. 

“Molly Hooper,” he proclaimed as he released her, holding her at arm’s length with a grin, “thank you. You have no idea how much I needed that.”

Then he kissed her forehead again and strode off, still chuckling to himself.

Molly never did find out why he thought she might know who his missing contacts were.

Sherlolly prompt #?

Honestly, I didn’t realize that I was looking at the wrong prompt list. So here’s a freebie. Unbeta’d and all me. 

“Have you seen my contacts?”

Molly rolled her eyes fondly. She never believed that she’d be living a day like this. Domestic bliss with the great Sherlock Holmes, the man who was once unattainable.

She heard a loud hiss from her usually indifferent cat and a responding bellow from her husband. There was an unmistakable sound of a book or two being thrown. She’s going to have to talk to him about orderliness in the household again. Or abusing her tabby.

On a second thought, it might not be fully domestic bliss. But it is something domestic alright. Of which is a miracle in itself with Sherlock. She considers herself lucky enough.

“Have you tried the broom closet?” she yelled out. Shuffling footsteps followed. A mop of curly hair peeked through their bedroom door.

“Why would it be in the broom closet?” A frown marred his face. He’s usually great at deducing anything really. However, he tends to delete items that are deemed of little importance in lieu of facts. This leads to several bouts of scatterbrained decisions. Minimal really.

Like leaving his grooming items in the next available safe space to make room for a morbid experiment in their only bathroom. The experiment, which she gave no prior consent, yielded ample blood spatters and her ire.

“Brain, bath and blood,” she responded with a glare.

At least he had the common sense to look sheepish. “Right.”

He stopped for a second, buffering perhaps. “You get off at three?”

“Yes, I was planning to drop by at the grocer.”

“No, I will have that taken care of. I’m picking you up. Dress…smartly,” Sherlock said the last bit carefully. Months of being married to Molly trained him with being more vigilant of his words.

“Why? Is John not free for a case?”

“No, it’s… today is rather important, don’t you think?”

“Today?”

“Yes. I was told that social convention dictates that a couple should celebrate the first day of their coupling.”

“Yes but that’s not until three months from now.”

“No, we started dating earlier. A year ago from today, we spent a rather memorable night together.”

“I thought it was a one-night stand…” Molly could only stare at Sherlock in befuddlement.

“A one-night stand? We had plenty of dates after!”

“You bringing me tepid coffee from the canteen upstairs are not considered dates!”

“There’s just no pleasing you, is there?”

The urge to wring his neck is overwhelming. But even with his infuriatingly smug grin, she couldn’t help being pleased with the knowledge that he pursued her much earlier than expected.

“I’ll dress smartly,” she conceded.  

Sherlock nodded. He cleared his throat, glanced at his watch but stood awkwardly by the door. Molly shook her head in fond exasperation. She crossed the room and gave him a goodbye kiss, which he enthusiastically responded before turning away.

He loathes to admit it but remarkably, goodbye kisses have become a staple to their relationship among other things. He would always make sure that he never initiated it. Her beautiful husband has a multitude of mannerisms that are mind-boggling. Still, she won’t have him any other way. She has no concerns with his devotion to her. The fact that he remembered their apparent anniversary and his willingness to celebrate it proved his utmost commitment to her.

All things considered, perhaps, it is domestic bliss after all.

2

*Gryffindor Common Room*
Alice: Hey, easy on the punch, i could swear i saw Fred put something in it using a suspicious looking flask
Dominique:…..
Alice: Domi?
Domique: ….
Alice: Dominique Weasley!
Dominique: Wh-what..sorry, i was just…just nothing.
Alice: Just admiring Lysander in last week’s ‘Witch Weekly’?
Dominique: what? no, i was just..just going through it…
Alice: going through it? what happened to, and i quote, 'hating that magazine almost as much as you hate Loretta Zabini’?
Dominique :….
Alice: theres no shame in admitting a crush, Dom.
Dominique:did you want something?
Alice: yeah, i did actually. you seen James?
Dominique: *smirk* of course. of course, the only reason you’re even at this party is him
Alice: *blush* just answer the question.
Dominique: no, no i haven’t. but lets find him. *looks around, spots Molly* Molly! have you seen James?
Molly: *about to go after Tahira* he’s in a broom closet with some girl
Alice: what?…i…i gotta go *starts walking away*
Dominique: wait, Ali! *goes after her*

Why Didn’t You Tell Me ~Sherlock Holmes Imagine~

Hello humans! Here is an imagine where you don’t Molly you’re dating Sherlock as requested. I hope you like it! :)

*Not My Gif*

“Y/N, have you seen Sherlock today?” Molly asked as she walked into my office.
I froze up when I heard her speak his name. I had a thing for Sherlock ever since I met him, but Molly obviously did too. I was usually
good at playing it off, but Sherlock had asked me on a date earlier that day and I of course said yes.
“Uh, yeah…I saw him earlier today why?” I finally spoke.
“Just wondering.” She said as she smiled lightly and turned around and left.
I sat back in my chair and looked down at my desk. Was I wrong for saying yes to Sherlock? I shook away the thoughts and got back to
work.
After work, I went home and got changed. I put on a cute, flowy dress with a cardigan over it and black flats. I had just finished my
makeup when I heard a knock at my door. I flattened out my dress and walked over to the door, opening it up slowly. Sherlock stood in
front of me with a warm smile on his face.  
“Hello.” He said as he handed me a single rose.
“Hello. You’re too sweet.” I replied with a smile.
I put the rose in a vase and grabbed my purse.
As I walked out, I shut the door behind me and smiled at him.
“Ready?” He asked.
I smiled and nodded.
We walked down the street until we reached a small Italian restaurant. We walked in and sat down a table by the window. The table had
a lit candle in the middle of it and a ruby red table cloth. The scenery was so romantic, especially for Sherlock. He never really
showed a romantic side, so when he asked me out, I was in complete shock.
After we ordered our food, I decided to have a little small talk.
“So what made you ask me out?” I asked as I looked at him.
He smiled and looked down for a minute, then back at me.
“If I’m being honest, I’m very intrigued by you.” He said.
“Really?” I asked.
“Yes. I’m not big on feelings, especially romantic ones, but you……well, there’s something about you. When I first saw you, I
couldn’t get you off my mind. At first I thought it was just curiosity. Then I actually met you, but even after that I still couldn’t get
you off my mind. So I talked to John. He told me I had a "crush” on you and it all started to make sense. So, here we are.“ He said.
I was taken back by his sweet words. I felt my cheeks go warm as I smiled in awe.
"That’s very sweet, Sherlock.” I replied.
He smiled and grabbed my hand. I felt sparks at the touch of his hand.
After out date, he walked me home and at my doorstep, kissed me goodnight.
At work the next day, Molly walked in my office and sat down at te chair in front of me. I looked up to see a hurt expression on her
face. My stomach tied in knots and I instantly felt like I needed to puke.
“So, how was your night Y/N?” She asked calmly.
“Uh..It was okay. How about yours?” I replied.
“What’d you do?” She asked, avoiding my question.
I looked down at my desk and took a deep breath. I couldn’t lie…she already knew.
“I’m sorry Molly.” I said, looking back up at her.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” She said, looking even more hurt.
“I’m sorry…I just thought you would get mad.” I said.
“Why would I get mad? I mean, yeah I like Sherlock, but he obviously has a thing for you and I’m not going to ruin that for you.” She
said.
I quickly looked up at her.
“Wait, you’re not upset that I’m dating Sherlock?” I asked in shock.
“No, not at all. I’m just hurt that you didn’t tell me.” She said.
“Oh Molly, I’m so sorry. I just didn’t want to ruin our friendship and I didn’t want to hurt you. I promise, I’ll never do it again”
I said as I sighed with relief.
She smiled and nodded.
“It’s okay Y/N.” She said as she stood up and hugged me.
“So how did it go?” She quickly asked as she pulled away from the hug.
“Oh, it was amazing. He said such sweet things and he kissed me goodnight. I really think I’m falling hard for him.” I replied.
She smiled brightly as she grabbed my hand and sat me down next to her.
“Okay, I wanna know all the details.” She said with an excited expression.
I smiled as I began to tell her all the details about the date.


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