sherlock holmes & molly hooper

Molly : Did you tell anyone we’re engaged?

Sherlock : Yes, Molly, I have no self control and I told the cabbie who routinely takes me to NSY we’re engaged.

Molly : Ok, no need to be sarcastic.

Sherlock : No, seriously, I have no self control and I told the cabbie we’re engaged.

ll-again  asked:

Has anybody sent you 2 for Sherlolly? (super extra bonus points if Sherlock is the one who is embarrassed). Or 41 for either.

Taken from this list, for Molliarty and Sherlolly.

Thanks!! Sorry it’s so late. 

I’ll be doing 41 soon enough lololololol i am going to be in so much pain holy hell. 


2. “Please, put some pants on, you’re embarrassing me.”


Red. That was the first thing that had occurred to him when he saw her.

Her lips were perfect, shaped with red. Interesting colour, red – used over and over again to remind men of seduction, of mystery. Of sex.

“Could you put some pants on,” said Sherlock stonily. “You’re embarrassing me.”

Irene Adler smiled, but not at him. She was standing perfectly naked in front of Molly, and smiling angelically.

“Um,” said Molly. “Hi.”

“Adler!” Sherlock barked.

“You didn’t care last time,” The Woman said, without looking at Sherlock.

Last time, Molly wasn’t with him. Last time, John was the one flustered, and John was flustered about everything.

“I don’t really mind, Sherlock,” said Molly, looking over Irene’s shoulder.

“See? Wonderful,” gushed Irene. “Now let’s talk business, Mr. Holmes.”

“I would rather you wore something,” said Sherlock through gritted teeth. “Your flirtations with Molly will get you nowhere.”

“Is she flirting?” asked Molly interestedly. “That’s a strange way to go about it.”

Sherlock’s eyes widened.

Molly’s pupils were dilated.

“Poor Sherlock,” said The Woman. “Your own flirtations must have been a failure.”

Molly blinked again. “Oh, he doesn’t flirt with me,” she said matter-of-factly. “We’re just stuck together for a bit, what with Jim Moriarty having shot himself on the roof of Barts.”

The Woman looked at him with delight. He gritted his teeth.

“He doesn’t flirt with me!” Molly said defensively.

Irene looked at Molly’s sofa. “Interesting. Sharing a bed?”

“Yes,” said Molly. “But that doesn’t mean anything.”

Sherlock clenched his fist.

“It doesn’t,” said Molly, frowning.

Irene smiled.

“Doesn’t it?” asked Molly.

“Molly,” said Sherlock. “Let’s go.”

“Doesn’t it?” asked Molly desperately as he dragged her into her room.

  • sherlock: where's john?
  • molly: i don't know
  • mrs hudson: wait, i got this.
  • mrs hudson: MY CAR IS SO LONELY JUST SITTING IN FRONT OF THE FLAT I WISH SOMEONE WOULD DRIVE IT
  • john, knocking down the door: WHAT