curiously holding a
bag of groceries in his arms. You were huddled behind a sitting chair in
Sherlock’s flat, just barely peeking your eyes over the side to glance at
Sherlock standing frozen by the fire place. “Hiding.” John sighed
shifting his weight as he stood in the door way. “And why are you doing
You shot him a quick
glance before returning your eyes to Sherlock. "He got frustrated with a
case and started shooting at the wall, he gave no warning though and I was
sitting on the couch underneath.” You explained nodding your head to the
new bullet holes. John sighed loudly, entering the flat and shuffling to the
kitchen with his bags. “I’m surprised Mrs. Hudson hadn’t come up here to
yell at him.” He called as cupboards slammed shut. “She’s been out
all day, otherwise she would’ve.” You replied leaning your head onto the
seat beside you.
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.
you seen Molly?” Mary asked her new husband as they danced at their reception.
was with Tom wasn’t she?” he asked in return.
can’t find Tom either…hey, where’s Sherlock?” she noticed. They looked around
and finally decided to walk outside for some fresh air and to search for their
friends. A man with curly hair had Molly up against the wall of the building,
snogging her senselessly. With a moment to adjust their eyes, they found it to
both Watsons shouted; one with total shock and the other with a hint of pride
in her voice. The consulting detective stepped away, revealing a flushed Molly
a CPR lesson!” Sherlock and Molly both shouted frantically.
it was,” Mary smirked. “And where’s Tom?”
well, I didn’t really want CPR lessons from him…anymore,” Molly answered
nervously. She had broken up with him earlier in the reception before going
John commented, getting the picture.
on, husband, let the kids have their moment,” Mary teased, leading John back
inside the reception hall.
“Do you think they bought it?” Sherlock asked.
Sherlock? Highly doubtful,” Molly laughed. The silence was a bit awkward, as
Sherlock actually seemed nervous.
kiss you again?” he inquired, his voice soft.
over here and kiss me, you silly man,” she smiled, pulling him to her by the
collar of his coat, their lips meeting once more.
*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*
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.