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It's been 0 days since my last near death experience. Molly Mavich | Mystery Inc 

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elainaofheaven:

“Of course,” Elaina responded with a smile and then watched as the girl seemed to perk up and get an idea. When she mentioned her teaching her fighting, it surprised the angel. Then again, she was surprised every single new day on Earth. She didn’t think much of it and almost immediately decided it was a sweet idea. Elaina very much enjoyed the company of humans, especially nice ones like Molly.

“Elaina,” she introduced herself with a wider smile, taking the phone. Fortunately, it was the same kind she had so it didn’t take her too long to navigate it. (It still took longer than most.) “Ahh…” She paused, trying to remember her number and then slowly typing it in like a grandma unsure about touch keyboards. “There we go!” She offered it back to her. “I have to say, I didn’t expect anyone to ever be interested in learning from me… but I’d love to help if I can. Us girls have to look out for one another, after all.”

Elaina was typing the number in her phone like it was her first time ever holding a phone, which Molly found to be completely adorable. Oh my god, she thought, what if she was one of those super minimalist people? She probably lived in a tiny house and ate the same thing all the time and owned like, three outfits and––

Waaaaaaait. Molly felt her grin growing even wider. Or, she was just supernatural. Mermaid maybe? Fairy? Both of them could obviously handle technology just fine, but maybe she was new. Now Molly could hardly even contain herself. 

“Who wouldn’t want to learn from you? If you’ve been training that long, you’re totally the real deal,” Molly said, eyes practically sparkling. “Ugh, that is so true. I am so glad you agreed to do this Elaina. When can we start?” she asked, practically bouncing on her toes. 

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matty-boy:

Matty hurried as soon he was out of work to see if he could still catch Molly. Though he was used to seeing her in and out of the hospital, today she seemed particularly down. He was glad that he caught her when he did because he had a habit of chatting with some of the patients once he clocked out and, if he let himself, he’d talk with them for an hour. He sat down beside her. “I think it’s supposed to be spring, when things are growing but it doesn’t really come off that way. They should find someone to redo it. You any good at art?” He nudged her with a smile. 

“No thank you.” Matty shook his head. “You should have it or save it for later when you’re ready for it.” He shrugged, “Work was good. I got to talk with some families that usually come through and they all had good reports. It’s always a relief to hear.” 

“How about you? Any good news?” He wanted so desperately for it to be a yes but Molly’s body language and tone made it seem like a foolish question. 

And in the span of a few seconds, Matty had been able to cheer Molly up so much and gently remind her to keep an open mind. If Nolan hadn’t been sure that Matty was a human, Molly was tempted to ask if Matty was really just a well disguised angel (and had they checked? Maybe she should bring it up sometime. “No, God I’m terrible at art. I mean, I usually spent art class hiding around campus but, whatever. That’s not gonna keep me from criticizing it though,” she gave him a smile in return. 

She opened her mouth to answer Matty’s question (better and worse all the time. She’d get sent to the hospital with new symptoms, linger for a few days on the brink, bounce back enough to come back home. Rinse and repeat.) but something caught her eye. There was a guy who had passed by the room what, five times since Molly sat down? Nothing in his hands but walking really confidently, like he had a job to do. Weird right?

“Hey, do you know that guy?” Molly said abruptly as he passed by again, momentarily forgetting to answer Matty.

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thecalebswan:

Caleb pushed his cart through target rather breezily. Capitalism was one of the more confusing human concepts for him to get a handle on, but still had him enamored. He scanned through aisles that he had no business being in, he was only in the store to pick up a couple of groceries so he could try his hand at some new recipes. Somehow he found himself in the condom aisle. His eyes widened as he read the detailed descriptions on each of the boxes, even laughing at some points. In all definitions, Caleb was still very much a virgin. Since landing on earth he hadn’t even looked at a woman romantically, let alone craved sex. Was that strange? Clearly the act was in high demand if there were this many competing condom brands in the market. He was in this aisle for an unreasonably long time, and was so intrigued by the varying types that he didn’t notice someone watching him until they were rather close. He titled his head when he heard their cart move. He instantly looked a little embarrassed. “It would be cliche to say that I’m looking at these for a friend, right?” He asked with a smile that could be labeled half charming and half sheepish. How long had he been staring. He decided he would proudly sit in this awkward tension. “Any recommendations?” He asked. He was curious about what earth natives preferred regarding sex paraphernalia.

“No,” was all Nolan had said when Molly tried to say it would probably be okay. They’d been in the bedroom making out when they realized they’d forgotten to get more condoms, and when Molly said they could just do other stuff, Nolan had just given her a look that said and what does the other stuff usually lead too? Molly had sighed and hopped up, volunteering to run to Target. 

That’s how she ended up in the condom aisle in short shorts and a flimsy tank top, tousled hair pulled back haphazardly. She had to be the one to go, or who knows what ghost or swamp monster would distract Nolan once he stepped foot outside. She bit her lip and scanned the shelves, oblivious to the stranger nearby until he started talking. 

For a split second, she thought it was a clumsy attempt at flirting. Like, ‘haha hey, which one of these do you want for when we bang?’ but taking in his expression, she realized he was for real. It was noteworthy that someone his age didn’t seem to know anything about condoms, but Molly wasn’t the type to judge. 

“Okay, so first you gotta decide if you want latex or no latex. There’s lambskin and polyisoprene over there. Now, it’s super important you get the right size, or it’ll be uncomfortable and it could break and you’ll get somebody pregnant.  Let’s see...Spermicide, Ultra Thin.....” she began plucking items off the shelves and shoving them into his arms. “I really don’t see the big deal in the ribbed ones but it’s up to personal preference I guess.

Just make sure you put it on right, or y’know. Baby.” 

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elainaofheaven:

Elaina nodded earnestly at her question. The importance of knowing how to fight was something instilled in her since birth or, rather, creation. When she wasn’t learning about Earth and human life, she was training non-stop. Going by how fragile and vulnerable humans were, Elaina had had no doubt they would have found a way to learn to fight and defend themselves as well. 

“Of course not, I think it’s a wonderful idea.” She said with a small smile and firm nod. “I learned how to fight from the moment I… Well, from the moment I could.” Which was immediately, but that wasn’t easily explained to a human. “My family found it very, very important for me.” The Gods and arch angels would always be family to her, so she had no trouble describing them as such.

“Seriously?” Molly said, her mouth dropping open. The gears in her head were already starting to turn. This was perfect, absolutely perfect. Not only could this girl help her out, but in Molly’s mind at least, they were halfway to becoming friends already. She could always appreciate a girl who could rock some leather pants. 

“You could teach me! We are gonna have so much fun,” Molly said, puling her phone out of her pocket. “What kind of fighting is it? What, does your family all do it too? You must be amazing at it if you’ve been doing it all your life. Here, put your number in my phone.” she handed Elaina the phone and ran her fingers through her ponytail. 

“I’m Molly, by the way.” 

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followthenolan:

Nolan wouldn’t deny that he threw himself into the pregnancy and the idea of a family with Molly. She was stunning, he had always thought that ever since she had called the number on the Mystery Inc. fliers and told Nolan her story. He even remembered the way she had pinned up her red locks that day, and the way she’s fixed the gold necklace that hung from her neck whenever she got nervous recounting another part. To hear that they would be a family, that they would have a (hopefully) grand wedding and then bring a child that was a part of both of them was overwhelmingly positive and beautiful. It made even more sense considering his age, how he was growing and still hadn’t managed to find a long term relationship other than with Molly. He had always wanted a family, people around him to love and care for, and the idea had embedded into his skin like a tick when Molly had announced the unplanned pregnancy.

He’d expected her to maybe tell him off, or throw a tantrum, maybe even break up with him. His explanation, in his eyes, was so weak and timid. It had no bite to it, no conviction, and maybe there was so passion, but it’s not like Molly would see that – he had completely cut her off out of his own selfish need to protect his emotions or even deal with them. 

However, when she pulled him into her arms, Nolan’s eyes widened with surprise, eyebrows lifting slightly and embracing her lightly as he tried to make sense of it. At her wholehearted acceptance, he felt the corners of his mouth tug up, then blushing abash when she asked him to talk to her more. His eyes looked away with a slight embarrassed chuckle, then going back to admire her in that moment. He looked over her, the way her face stood so positive and resilient against him being so awkward and cold. In that moment, he felt a deep connection, nodding and leaning down to kiss her back, except on the lips.

“I can do that. I’m sorry.” he said once he pulled back, his grip becoming a little tighter around her frame. “I want us to work.”

She accepted his apology by melting into him, shutting her eyes and inhaling deeply. Molly rubbed his back, relishing how things felt back to normal, how the barrier between them was breaking. How, if they tried hard enough, maybe things could get closer to how they were at Christmas, where there were no secrets between them, not even regretful thoughts of the past. Just hopeful thoughts of the future. And then she started to laugh. 

A giggle rose in her throat and she didn’t try to suppress it. She hugged Nolan tightly and buried her face into his chest and laughed. This was crazy. Falling in love with Mystery Inc’s leader when she was at her absolute worst, having a relationship that was literally just old enough for a pregnancy scare and then finding out that her brand new boyfriend would marry her, was happy. Oh, and then having it all disappear in a doctor’s office and get so upset by it that it felt like they had to what? Rewind? Start over? What the hell was that? 

“‘M not laughing at you baby, I swear,” she said, shoulders shaking. “It’s just, we’ve been through some shit you know?” she kissed him, hard, feeling almost delirious with it. And hopefully he was feeling more in control than she was, because frankly she didn’t care that there wasn’t a baby. She’d marry him right now, if he wanted. She’d carry his child if he asked. 

“Oh but speaking of work,” she said, deciding then and there to let a little of what she knew slip. Why would he keep it a secret anyway? Didn’t he know she was crazy about him? Or at this point, maybe just plain crazy. 

“I went by your office the other day to surprise you but you weren’t there.....So just let me know when you think you’ll be there so I can give it to you,” she said with a smirk, turning to finally go get those plates. 

“Nolan, the food’s gonna burn.” 

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It was dusk when Molly got a flat tire on her way to Nolan’s. First the telltale pop, then her car verging to the left into oncoming traffic. She maneuvered it safely onto the shoulder of the road, and then sighed. A perfect way to end the day. 

It’d be dark soon, and this was a busy stretch of road, so she needed to hurry. She pulled out the toolbox she kept in the back and shone her phone’s flashlight on the tire. With quick, confident movements, she started with the flathead screwdriver. 

She felt someone approach more than she heard them. Molly liked to think of it as a kind of spidey sense, rather than plain jumpiness. Molly sense, that had a ring to it. 

“I’m good, but thanks so much for stopping,” she said, a smile spreading on her face. When they didn’t leave immediately, she added “Honestly, I had a Change My Tire Barbie growing up. It’s good.” 

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elainaofheaven:

Elaina chuckled at the ‘highlighter’ comment. She was actually aware of what those were, and that kind of thing was still new to her so she found the jest more amusing and clever than most probably would. Her smile widened at the compliment and then she shook her head so she wouldn’t accidentally start talking about how incredibly diverse and amazing human style was. “So are you trying to get extra fit?” Elaina asked with a friendly tone. “You look great as you are, but I suppose it’s still very important to maintain good cardio. That’s very smart of you.”

“Yeah, I uh, I’m looking into self defense stuff. Karate moves, pepper spray, the whole deal. A girl can never be too safe, right?” she asked cheerfully. The last few months had shown her she had about zero skills when it came to defending herself, unless she was lucky and there was a baseball bat around. “I was going to sign up for this class but the girl who runs it just got arrested for getting into a fight at Target so who knows when she’ll be working it again.

“Can’t hurt to get in shape though, right? For when I finally get to learn.” 

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Sitting outside of Molly’s house on Valentine’s morning is a bouquet of red roses, a box of chocolates, and a red card attached to a small jewelry box. Inside the card it says the following:

Dear Molly,

Happy Valentine’s Day, babe. I’ll see you later today but I just wanted to let you know how amazing you are. Honestly, I think your hair is red because you were touched by the sun itself when you born or something. You make me so happy everyday and I know I’m incredibly lucky to have a girlfriend as understanding and awesome as you are. I’m sorry I was distant, I have a hard time with emotions, but just know I do love you. I’m working on it, on me. Please open the box first – I thought I should get you a proper ring if you’re going to wear one. It’s just a promise from me to you. We have reservations at Vermillion tonight at 8:30 (I made sure we got a very private booth, so no Josie lol). Enjoy.

Love you always,

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elainaofheaven:

Elaina was spending yet another free Sunday perusing around the park, her favorite place in West Hollow. She was walking slowly, watching a couple birds fly by when an arm went in front of her and she stopped. She backtracked, realizing the compliment had been meant for her. Automatically, the angel’s lips widened into a beaming smile. “O-Oh! Really?” She exhaled almost breathlessly, not yet ever been complimented on her clothing choices. It’d been something she’d researched extensively before creating her own style. 

“How kind of you, thank you!” Elaina said, letting out a small chuckle and giving herself a quick once over to remember exactly what she’d been wearing that day. She then looked at the girl and gestured to her. “You look so lovely as well.” She complimented genuinely.

Ever since she was young, complimenting other girls was a habit Molly had picked up. And now it was almost a reflex, when she saw a cute hairstyle or a perfect brow, she said something. Sometimes she got some great tips out of it, and sometimes she even made new friends. Molly returned the smile she received from the stranger, taking a step forward. 

“Thanks. I look kinda like a highlighter,” she chuckled, looking down at her workout attire, all neon blue. “And I don’t even have the right shoes for running but...Well, guess I better make do. Trying to turn over a new leaf, ya know.

“Seriously though, that outfit looks awesome on you.” 

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@elainaofheaven

Running was not Molly’s thing at all. It was boring, there was absolutely no way to do it and look cute, and it was always too cold or too rainy. But Karlie Kloss swore by it, so whatever. Besides, she had some plans for this year, plans that involved getting into perfect shape, so she just had to suck it up.

The park wasn’t too crowded today, and Molly found the perfect spot to start near a tree. Playlist ready, she began to stretch, extending one leg against the tree bark and then the other. Positive thinking, she’d do this and before she knew it, it would be over. 

She watched as people walked by, insisting to herself that she wasn’t stalling, and when a flash of color caught her eye, she perked up a little. 

“Love your outfit!” Molly said cheerfully, pulling one arm in front of the other. 

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followthenolan:

Nolan didn’t want to do this, but he knew he would have to. There was a part of him that wished he could continue to focus on the food, to drown her out until maybe one day he could admit the true humility of the situation with her. He nodded silently as she accepted his invitation for lunch, as if everything was okay, hoping that perhaps she was just here to continue on as if nothing happened. It was wrong, he knew that, to think like he was, but Nolan had enough on his plate as it was – couldn’t they just pretend it was some nice dream and move on?

His eyes glanced over at her as she approached, tone awfully light for someone who he had been actively avoiding. As she mentioned the ring though, he felt himself tense, his eyes flashing to the stone on her finger and stirring momentarily ceasing, although the spoon stayed in his hand. He listened along, his eyes staying on the ring though as his mouth slanted. Nolan could feel the guilt creeping up his skin, as if to suffocate him. He eyed her wearily when she said she decided, finally making eye contact with her once again, clearly a little on edge about what she was going to say. Was this a breakup? Would she have agreed to stay if it was?

At the words, he felt himself dizzy as she whispered and then passed by so suddenly, his body turning to where she had gone and the spoon going to the counter as he faced her. His jaw slacked slightly, swallowing in as he tried to regain some of his confidence. “I do want you,” he said finally, choking it out like a child as his arms crossed over his chest. Looking to the floor, it was clear he was hesitating on the next statement, uncomfortable at saying whatever it was. “I’ve always wanted you, I–” he sighed, looking back up and shrugging, “I’m just having a hard time, Molly. Everything is weighing on me. I’m sorry I haven’t called or anything…I just don’t know what to say.” he licked over his lips, expression solemn. 

Finally though, he nodded, “If you want to keep the ring on, if you want to stay together…I want to do whatever you want to do because I want whatever will make you happy.”

So far, so good. Her dignity was still intact and she could probably get through this without crying or sounding desperate or whatever. He’d probably say he needed space, that everything had happened way too quickly, that he had only said that stuff because they’d thought she was pregnant, that he hoped they could still be friends, that he’d understand if she didn’t want to do Mystery Inc anymore. All he had to do was say it. God, why wasn’t he saying something? 

Molly bit her lip, staring into the cabinets as though there was something fascinating about the plates. When he finally spoke, Molly’s head snapped to him, her eyes widened. There’d been no shortage of declarations of love between them since they got together, but this was the first time it had been strained. He was in love, yes, but lately it was stressing him out. 

And Molly knew why. Her little Christmas surprise had prompted Nolan to think of changes that Molly never would have guessed. Changes like getting married and moving to Montana, changes like stopping the drinking and being whatever Molly and the baby needed him to be. And he hadn’t been relieved in the doctor’s office, or mildly disappointed. He’d been shocked and crushed. He wasn’t going to change his life just because he had to, God, he’d wanted it. She was trying not to feel guilty––for not having an unplanned pregnancy of all things––but come on, there was a correlation between the doctor’s visit and him getting suspended. 

“Nolan,” she said, crossing the kitchen to pull him into her arms. “Oh my god I love you so much. It’s okay,” she said, grinning up at him, and she was really going to get through today without crying. “We’re okay. Can we try something though? When stuff weighs on you, will you let me comfort you? Even if you don’t know what to say?” Especially if you don’t know what to say, she thought. She hadn’t brought up his suspension, and probably wouldn’t. It’s not like she never kept things from him. There were things about her time with Josie that she still hadn’t told him, and probably never would. 

“Will you do that?” she asked, leaning up to kiss him. Leaving her mark on his cheek.

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gomezandtheparkers:

Parker knew his place in the puzzle that was Mystery Inc. He brought jokes and a vehicle big enough to fit all of the personalities that made up the team. So for that reason he never turned down the chance to be behind the wheel for a mission. Even if that mission involved staking out a snowy campground. He and Molly were parked for minutes as they quietly staked out the place.

It didn’t take long for Parker to zone out and forget what the duo was even there for. He began to scroll through the various social media timelines on his phone, carelessly liking and reposting the day away. He only noticed Molly the last time she beckoned to him. “Oh shit, we’re doing serious stuff right now huh?” He responded. He placed the phone in between his legs and passed the binoculars, which were sitting idly on his dashboard. He tried to get his head back into the game.

He began to look in the same direction she was but bit his lip, hesitant to suggest anything or ask any questions. He nervously tapped his lap and gazed blankly out of the window, not really clear of what signs to be looking for. After a couple moments of staring he sighed. “Do you have a plan if we find this guy…or girl? I mean they’ve killed three people supposedly. I don’t think our combined sexual appeal isn’t going to be enough to take em’ down.” He mentioned. 

Molly sighed. This was probably the reason why the two of them were never sent off on Mystery Inc business alone. You couldn’t have  both of them zone out during work. And okay, it was kind of really hypocritical for Molly to get mad at Parker, but she was trying to do better, okay? Turn over a new leaf and all. In fact, all of her social media notifications were turned off for the time being. 

But then, maybe that wasn’t the only reason, Molly thought. They had never been close or anything, and being bffs wasn’t a requirement to work together on Mystery Inc stuff obviously, but it’s not like they ever volunteered to do anything together. Now that she thought of it, Parker didn’t seem to like her very much. And they’d known each other for years, went to the same school and everything, but he always seemed like he was sort of avoiding her. 

Molly frowned, partially because of that realization and partially because of the blurry figure ahead, which was probably going to turn out to just be another tree. 

"The murders happened at night, so nothing crazy should happen now. I’m just...looking,” she pressed the binoculars against the glass. “I dunno, maybe we’ll see clues, or something weird. And maybe it’s not supernatural at all, but if it is...” If it was, the team needed to know. 

“Hey, can I ask you something?” she asked suddenly, watching the snow fall lazily around them, nothing strange happening at all. 

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jesssland:

                 Jess narrowed her gaze on her friend and put her hands on her hips, knowing immediately that this was just another one of Molly’s ploys to get her way over her. Usually, it worked too. “Oh bite me, dark magic? This is faded denim, it’s vintage. There’s nothing sacrificial about these except that Mick Jagger probably wore them and now, they’re going to belong to me.” She snatched back the garment. “It’s called thrift shopping, it’s thrifty. Not all of us live and breathe H and M okay.”

“That guy from the Maroon 5 song?” Molly scrunched up her nose, wondering why that was some goal for Jess in the first place. “I can be thrifty,” Molly insisted. She was having trouble remembering exactly a time she had to be thrifty since like, middle school, but she was sure she’d done it. 

“Okay listen,” she said, conceding that she’d lost the fight against the dark magic clothes for now. “I have this idea, and you have to tell me if it’s dumb okay? Like, if it’s stupid just tell me,” she said with an expression that guaranteed she’d pout if Jess told her it was stupid. 

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axgustvs:

Her words were met with a gulf of silence.

His entire body went still, the smoke from his last inhale slowly tumbling out from his mouth. He said nothing. The cigarette burned in his unmoving hand, ash floating down onto his gleaming floors. He didn’t even think of it. His mind was compiling a list: all the humans who found out who he was, and where they were now. Dead. Prey, or if not that, dead just the same before they could tell others.

Molly, of course, would be neither of those things. No matter what he told her. And of course, he wanted to reassure her, which meant… Somehow, he found room inside all of this distress and grief to feel betrayed. She was determined to ruin him, to rip away every scrap of dignity that he held onto so dearly. He wondered if she’d run off and tell all her friends, if saying this meant revealing himself to all of them.

He said it anyway. “I’m aware.” August tossed his cigarette into the ashtray and stared squarely at her. Considering everything, this was the easiest truth to admit. “I’m not like you, either.”

“No,” she said, because that’s not what she wanted from him. Ever since she escaped, her life had been one white lie piled on top of another, vague dismissal after vague dismissal. Where had she been? A spa, an impromptu trip to Los Angeles, she broke her cellphone, she fell back in love with an ex and didn’t want anyone to know she was with her, the bullshit went on and on. And the only people she could ever tell were in Mystery Inc, and the list of people who heard some of the more gruesome details was even shorter––Nolan, Jess, Harper. She couldn’t stand it, she couldn’t stand it anymore. 

“No, that’s not what I mean,” she stood and took a few steps towards him. She wanted him to say it. She needed him to say it. 

“All that stuff we talked about, with the supernatural,” she said, forcing herself to stay calm. “It’s real, okay? All of it. I saw it, she killed someone, and she was gonna kill me and––” 

She gave out a gasp and closed her eyes for a moment. “Josie’s a vampire, okay?” 

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followthenolan:

Nolan hadn’t meant to begin ignoring Molly. In truth, he had wanted to talk everything out and clear the air, but the air had been so heavy that it was nearly suffocating him. Fighting with Thigs over him calling their parents for Christmas, then vomiting in front of Jess, and finally being suspended from his job had made his life feel unbearable. He couldn’t even remember the last time he called a Mystery Inc. meeting, the weeks slipping through his fingers like jelly. Some days he wished whatever demon or vampire or other murder monster was hunting him just burst through the door and ended it for him. He knew Thiago would tell him how awful it was being dead, but shit, he could have figured that out – he already felt dead.

That day had been spent on rearranging some of the Mystery Inc. board and two long walks with Egon already before finally coming inside to workout, then preparing a lunch of shrimp stir fry. The music in the kitchen drowned out the sound of Molly entering, Nolan dancing to himself as he stirred the shrimp into the pan. When she appeared in the doorway, beautiful as ever in a shade of lipstick that made him weary, Nolan felt himself taken aback, and even more so, guilty.  

“Hey.” he answered back, staring at her with slightly widened eyes. At her wording, he huffed out, remembering the last time she had said something like that. However, he couldn’t bring himself to go for the low blow; they had both been shocked and disappointed by the revelation. Turning back to the pan to stir, he nodded, “Go for it. You gonna stay and eat?”

“Yeah,” Molly almost phrased it as a question when asked if she wanted to stay for dinner. Something about the way he had responded when she spoke to him––was that a sigh–––made her pause. And she was trying to have a moment here, but his attention seemed to be more focused on the stir fry. Molly just watched him a beat, the way his brow furrowed a little in concentration, how he might start dancing again, swaying while Molly talked as long as he was relaxed enough. Okay, she was stalling. She wanted to talk so, time to talk. 

“So,” she said lowly, playfully, sounding more like the Molly who flirted with him when he still insisted that he couldn’t date a member of Mystery Inc than she had in awhile. “I was thinking you know, what to do about this ring,” The ring that she’d kept on her finger the entire time. “No baby, no rushed wedding, no rushed wedding....” she glanced down at her hand. 

“But I think I’ve decided,” she said. “I wanna keep it, right here,” she leaned in close to whisper to him: “Unless you don’t want me. Then you should probably let me know.” 

With that, she patted his shoulder and brushed by him in search of some plates. 

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shearriley:

Shea glared at Molly. She needed to get back to work and ensure everything was running smoothly. Ever since the robbery, being away from Sherwood made her anxious. She didn’t want to be away if something bad were to happen again. Unfortunately for Shea, it seemed as if the only way out was through. “This one dress. I will try it on, you will have a moment about it, then I will take it off and go back to work. That’s all that is happening here, okay?” 

She was sure that she wouldn’t like it. It was nothing that she would ever pick out for herself. Still, she had to please Molly so she could go back to the flower shop. She snatched the dress from Molly’s hands and disappeared into the dressing room. 

After she pulled on the dress she stared at herself in the mirror for a moment. It wasn’t bad. In fact, it looked nice. “There’s a little too much cleavage here, Molly.” Was all Shea said as she stepped out and turned around for Molly to see, not yet ready to admit that Molly was right. And even if she was right, Shea still had more important things to do than shop. 

“One dress. Of course. Just one,” and Molly meant it, even if she’d never tried on just one dress in her entire life. Shea had things to do, flower shop things, fairy things, probably normal family and friend things. But this dress was calling her name, it was saying “Molly! Molly! Make Shea try me on!” and who could resist the call of fashion? 

Molly saw a friend walk by while Shea was changing, and so they caught up on small talk. It was starting to get weird, having friends she couldn’t mention the supernatural to at all. Molly found that she had even fewer things to talk about when she left that out, so they just stuck to the weather and who people were dating. By the time the girl had gone Shea was ready. 

Molly let out a gasp as Shea walked out of the dressing room. “Oh my god. You look stunning. Shea it’s perfect. It’s literally perfect,” Molly circled around her. “What? It does not show too much cleavage oh my god. Maybe just a little bit but it’s not like you’re gonna be wearing this to church. Okay, do you have shoes to go with this? You need shoes.” 

[mollymavich-blog]

@matty-boy

Molly slouched in her chair and wondered why the mural was so hideous. She’d left her grandma’s hospital room fifteen minutes ago, she should be gone, she should be heading back home. She should find something to distract herself, and wait until the next day’s visiting hours roll by. It’s just that the wall was so ugly. 

Why was there a forest with no leaves and only like, three birds? And why was everything painted in different shades of gray? Like, what, would people get offended if there was something that resembled life around this place? Did everyone get sent to this hallway to just die? Would it have killed them to add a little color and––

Her thoughts were broken by a warm voice and a good natured smile. Molly blinked up in surprise and then remembered passing by Matty on her way in, and his promise that he’d stop by to see her if she was still there. 

“Hey,” she said. “I was just wondering why this mural was so, was so ugly. How it’s all––” she made a vague gesture and realized she wasn’t making any sense. Taking a deep breath, she tried again. 

“Sorry. I’m just um....Hey, sit down. Have some hot cocoa,” she’d made it for herself but hadn’t touched the thermos. She couldn’t stomach it. “It’s my nana’s recipe. I mean, not the whole recipe. You won’t get drunk from it. How was work?”