i think i'll marry you

Even if you called 6 months later at 3 am, I’d still answer; I’ll always care.
—  Unknown

Another headcanon where Edward tells his children to call Roy “Grandpa Roy” to see if he can get a rise out of him, but when it comes time and his kids call him that, Roy is very accepting of it and even seems fond of it.

  • *in the lab*
  • Sherlock: *watching Molly*
  • Molly: *working*
  • Sherlock: *thoughtful* You like my purple shirt.
  • Molly: *confused* Um, I suppose.
  • Sherlock: You like most of my shirts.
  • Molly: *blushes* I, well...it's a shirt *pauses* I wasn't staring.
  • Sherlock: *smiles* Of course.
  • Molly: *bends over her work to hide her red face*
  • Sherlock: ...
  • Sherlock: *nonchalantly* Do you know what they're made of?
  • Molly: *rolls her eyes* How am I supposed to-
  • Sherlock: *matter-of-factly* Husband material.
  • Molly: *raises her eyebrows* It's boyfriend material.
  • Sherlock: *shakes his head* Actually, Molly *grasps her shoulders and marches her to the doors* I think you need to take a closer look.
  • Molly: *giggles* Fine. I've got five minutes to spare.

Whenever I see some misogynistic asshole going on and on about “horrible” feminists, and that if they’d stop being feminist, men would want to date and marry them, I always want to chime in and tell them I’d rather life my life solo then stuck with some asshole who mistakenly thinks I’m lesser because I’m a woman.

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“Our first Christmas together, we made gingerbread. But we dried them out and we turned them into Christmas ornaments - which we still have to this day.”

Shag, Marry, Avoid
  • *221B Baker Street*
  • Sherlock: *playing the violin*
  • Molly: *enters; rummaging in her bag* Morning...I've got your lab results.
  • Sherlock: *stops playing; sighs* Are you sure you wouldn't rather give it to Grant?
  • Molly: *confused* Sorry?
  • Sherlock: *still facing the window; shrugs* You want to marry George.
  • Molly: What?!
  • Sherlock: *turns to face her* I overheard you telling Mary you'd marry Graham.
  • Molly: *smirks* We were playing shag, marry, avoid...between you, Greg and your brother, I'd marry him-
  • Sherlock: *huffs*
  • Molly: *steps closer* I'd shag you.
  • Sherlock: *rolls his eyes* You ARE shagging me *pouts* and married couples shag.
  • Molly: *slips her arms around his waist* I'd marry you and shag Greg, then.
  • Sherlock: *frowns* I'm starting to wonder if this relationship is worth it.
  • Molly: *giggles* I'm just messing with you *kisses him quickly; returns to rifle through her bag* to be honest, you're pretty much all three.
  • Sherlock: *fiddling with an engagement ring box; smirks* I couldn't agree more.
  • Howard Stern: I think you should've married Taylor Swift. And I'll tell you why.
  • Jake Gyllenhaal: Why?
  • Howard: What a power couple.
  • Jake: Oh that's the reason to get married okay
  • Howard: And I'm super attracted to her.
  • Jake: She is a beautiful girl.
  • Howard: I would've said to you: Had we been friends at that point -
  • Jake: Howard, why didn't you have me on the show sooner!
  • Howard: I would've said "Dude! Jake, this is the one." Because to me, nothing is sexier than a woman who can play songs and write songs and all that and have a successful career.
  • Jake: Absolutely
The One Where Molly Tells Sherlock
  • *John & Mary's*
  • Molly: *hugging Mary* Have a great honeymoon! Call me when you get there.
  • Mary: *giggling* Thanks...
  • John: *smirks* We'll try.
  • Molly: *stroking her stomach* And I wanted you to know that I'm telling the father today.
  • John & Mary: *smile at each other*
  • Molly: *confused* What? What's going on?
  • John: *excited* We know its Sherlock!
  • Molly: *stunned* Wha- how? How do you know?
  • Mary: We found his scarf. But nevermind that...yay *hugging her*
  • Molly: *relieved* Oh, I really wanted Sherlock to know first but I’m so glad you two know.
  • John: *rubbing the back of his neck* This is so great! I-I'm going to be an Uncle!
  • Molly: *nodding* Yes. You are. Both of you. But, you'd make a better Aunt, Mary.
  • Mary: *tearful; mumbles into her shoulder* Mary's a nice name, don't you think?
  • John: Not as nice as John.
  • Molly: *giggles* Yeah, yeah...have a great honeymoon you two *breathes deeply* I have to go and change a detective's life.
  • *221B Baker Street*
  • Molly: *pacing outside*
  • Sherlock: *leaving a cab* Ah, Molly. I've been expecting you.
  • Molly: *swallows* You- you have?
  • Sherlock: *nods; gestures at the door* After you.
  • Molly: *heading up to the flat* We need to talk...
  • Sherlock: *removing his coat* Yes. We've put it off long enough *gestures at the sofa* But I should talk first. To save you any embarassment.
  • Molly: *sitting on the sofa; warily* Okay.
  • Sherlock: *sitting in his chair; hands steepled* You're feelings for me are too strong to leave at just one night.
  • Molly: *confused* What?
  • Sherlock: *rolls his eyes* Look, there is no denying our one night was fun and indefinitely passionate, but I rather think our relationship is too valuable to risk, don't you?
  • Molly: *blinking* Uhh...
  • Sherlock: *smiles* Fine. There is no point lying. It was unbelieveable and, if you want to, we can do it one more time. I’d be okay with that *checks his watch* In fact, Mrs. Hudson's out.
  • Molly: *raises her eyebrow* Can I talk now?
  • Sherlock: If you need to.
  • Molly: *breathes deeply* I’m pregnant.
  • Sherlock: ...
  • Molly: Sherlock?
  • Sherlock: *staring into space, eyes wide*
  • Molly: *waving her hand in front of his face* Sher-lock?
  • Sherlock: ...
  • Molly: *nods* You know what, whenever you’re ready *sits back and opens her pathology paper*
  • Sherlock: *still frozen*
  • Molly: And you’re the father by the way but...you know...
  • *half an hour later*
  • Molly: *looks up* You want some water or something?
  • Sherlock: *hoarse* No. Not the- nooo.
  • Molly: *bites her lip* I-I'm not asking anything of you. You can be as involved as you want.
  • Sherlock: *nods slowly; clears his throat* I-I just, I must...I don’t know—I don’t understand, umm, how this happened? We-we used a condom.
  • Molly: Yeah, I know. I know, but condoms only work 97% of the time.
  • Sherlock: *freaking out* So, what is the point? They should put in on the box. False advertising.
  • Molly: *frowns* They do.
  • Sherlock: *ruffling his hair* Pfft, no one reads the box.
  • Molly: *rubbing her forehead* Sherlock, come on, let’s just forget about the condoms.
  • Sherlock: *annoyed* I may as well have!

Entirely Us ~A Joshifer Drabble~

(A small drabble continuation of Completely Us)

The patterns on the ceiling appear to blend together as I look up at them, sleep finally beginning to call my name. After a long day of being excited, emotional, and hyperactive, I’m finally worn out. But perfectly, and utterly content.

A quick glance at the clock on the nightstand draws a sigh from my lips. 3:30 AM. Though I am growing tired, I keep fighting back against my body’s urge; I want this day to go on forever. To loop in a passionate, wonderful infinity.

I can hear Josh’s voice from earlier, a smile forming across my lips.

“Well, technically, it’s not our wedding day anymore.”

To where I had sourly retorted and said, “Shut up. It’s not the next day until I fall asleep. Don’t kill my vibe.”

So here I lie, trying to draw it out as long as possible. Trying to cling to all the beautiful and wonderful memories that will hopefully last a lifetime.

Today was the day I married my best friend. Today was the day two households became one. 

Today was the day where I went crazy with my husband; drinking, dancing, and howling with mirth.

Today was the day where he and I showed our childish sides, having pillow fights, jumping on the bed, and proving to one another that our relationship will always be pure and humorous.

Today was the day where my life finally fell into place, and everything made sense.

God, when did I get so sentimental. Staying up past my bedtime must do things to me.

Chuckling lightly to myself, I hoist my body upwards, sitting up against the pillows for a moment as my gaze travels to the foot of the bed. There, passed out on his stomach and sleeping like a baby, is Josh, still clad in his wedding attire. Shoes, tie and all.

My smile grows wider as I take the time to appreciate him. His hair is still in disarray from our pillow fight, and perhaps our more intimate moments. His mouth is hung agape slightly as he takes in slow, gentle breaths. His hazel eyes are shut away from view in an almost teasing manner. His strong, yet tender hands are tucked up beneath his head, supporting it as he slumbers.

He looks so handsome, not to mention adorable. And he’d probably send me flying off the bed with a pillow to the face if he was capable of reading my current thoughts.

Sniffling with laughter once again, I slowly ease myself towards him, trying my hardest not to disturb the mattress and cause him to stir. Through a series of subtle movements however, I manage to pull up beside him.

I plop down on my stomach, reaching to softly lay my hand atop his, and shifting my face close enough to where I can feel the warm vapors of his exhalations.

I want to kiss him, but there’s a good chance it’ll rouse him from his sleep, so I simply rub my thumb over the top of his hand, and nuzzle my head against his as I whisper my affections.

“Goodnight, Josh. I love you. I love you so much. I can’t believe we’re married. I’m so happy we’re finally married. Thank you for marrying me.”

And though I’m not certain, I think I catch the slightest hint of a smile forming across his lips.