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[marv-el-spot]

Jate + “I have always been with you.”

surprise GifGift for @ladysolitaire  ♥◡♥

[elennemigo]

Congrats on the milestone! 🎁

Thank you dear!

And THIS is your gifgift, posted in my side blog... Surprise! I thought since yesterday Lost finale turned 10 years, and they were your first otp,  this post was appropiate haha.

Hope you enjoy it! 

:))

[thisisartbylexie]

Warning: a lot of reblogs will be happening

I’m raiding a lot of your tumblrs for my own work and reblogging over the next few weeks (so you don’t get sick of me). I will mostly be abusing @strawberrypatty and @ladysolitaire because they kept REALLY good tags. Thank you guys. <3 

[dresupi]

Ginger Bee Sting - Molly/Sherlock

Pairing:  Molly Hooper/Sherlock Holmes For: @ladysolitaire Prompt:  Ginger Bee Sting (Fresh ginger, water, honey, lemon juice, and Scotch) Rated: T

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The clip of his teeth was sharp as he sunk them into her bottom lip.

Molly's eyes opened wide. The languid kiss had turned a hell of a lot hotter in merely the tick of the clock. Sherlock's eyes weren't open, but his tongue swiftly smoothed over the area he'd bitten, a mumbled 'sorry' disappearing as quickly as it had appeared.

He's sorry? Oh, that simply will not do.

"Sorry 'bout what?" Molly asked, not bothering to end the kiss as she tilted her head to the side to reach him better, her hands moving up his strong chest and around the back of his neck. Into his hair.

As her nails scraped over his scalp he purred his response. "Didn't mean to bite you. I simply was carried away."

"How?" she asked, her voice dripping with desperation as she sought out his mouth once more.

"How…" he repeated, the words lingering on his lips the way the sharp pain from his teeth had lingered on hers.

"How do I cause you to become carried away once more? I rather liked it and it was over all too soon."

His resulting chuckle was all too salacious. "Molly-darling, you don't even have to try."

[afteriwake]

16 for Sherlolly, please?

So I know you just sent this but you happened to get a prompt I’d been hoping someone would claim with this ship so I could write a prequel to Molly’s Family. Enjoy!

PROMPT CLAIMED: we are friends and my child's first word was your name and im jealous but also kind of endeared

Almost Names (A “Family Is What You Make Of It” Story) - Joseph’s first word is closer to “Sherlock” than “Mama” but Molly decides the outcome was far better than she ever could have hoped for once Sherlock finds out.

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“Mama. Mah. Mah.” Molly looked at her son and smiled. One day, and hopefully soon, Joseph would say his first word. She just hoped it wasn’t anything silly or vulgar. Not that she doubted her friends when they swore up, down and sideways they were all teaching Joseph to say “Mama before they transitioned him to “Mum” when he was a little older, but one never knew. Her first word, for example, had been banana. Mycroft had joked Sherlock’s was “phalanges” and Sherlock had told him to hush or he’d reveal what Mycroft’s first word was, according to their mother.

She was rather sure Sherlock had been trying extra hard to get Joseph to say “Mum,” skipping the other word. She smiled at the thought of walking in on one of Sherlock’s vocabulary lessons. Even though Joseph wasn’t his biologically, he was the best father figure she could ever have hoped for.

“Sh...Sherl,” Joseph said, jolting Molly out of her thoughts.

“Oh bloody hell, he will never let me hear the end of this,” Molly said with a laugh, picking her son up and setting him on her hip. Yes, she had wanted Joseph’s first word to show how much he loved his mum, but this...maybe this was better. Maybe Sherlock would be pleased.

She hoped he was.

She bundled Joseph up and took him out to the curb, hailing a cab. It wasn’t a very long ride to Baker Street, and Joseph was babbling his new favorite word over and over while he reached to grasp at her hair. She had the feeling he might develop other words soon but for now, she doubted she would get tired of this one.

When she got to Sherlock’s flat she got out of the cab and carried Joseph and his car seat to the door just as Sherlock was heading out with John behind him. “Oh,” she said. “Case?”

“Yeah,” John said with a grin. “Finally, Sherlock will stop his ceaseless complaining.”

“But my boy is here!” Sherlock said excitedly, unbuckling Joseph from his car seat. “He can come with us.”

“To a crime scene?” Molly asked.

“Just Scotland Yard,” Sherlock said. “Joseph will enjoy it, won’t you? Stimulation for his mind.”

“Sher,” Joseph said, beaming at Sherlock. “Sherl!”

Sherlock’s eyes widened and he cradled him close before looking at Molly. “My name?”

“A close approximation,” Molly said fondly. “His first word...ish.”

“John, the case is a two. Barely a one,” Sherlock said, turning to face the door. “You can handle it on your own.”

“And you?” John asked, a wide grin on his face.

“Joseph and I have work to do if he’s to say my proper name.”

“I don’t know,” Molly said. “Why can’t we work on mama next?”

“That too,” Sherlock said, waving his free hand. “Molly, if I may borrow your son for a time?”

Molly chuckled and leaned over to kiss Joseph’s forehead and then Sherlock’s cheek before depositing the diaper bag she was carrying in Sherlock’s grip. “Feed him, change his nappies and for God’s sake, put him down for a nap in the next few hours. I’ll go with John and get information on the case for you.”

“Love you,” Sherlock said absently, not taking his eyes off Joseph as they went inside and shut the door behind them. John had gone to the cab and convinced the driver to stay, and Molly joined him.

“He’ll be good father material, I think,” John said.

“Joseph already has him wrapped around his pinky,” Molly said. “But I suppose I knew he would before he was born.”

“Well, Sherlock loves you both, and that’s what matters, right?”

“Absolutely.”

[mousedetective]

#16 from the Sappy Lines prompt list for Sherlolly, please?

Better Than Dreams

Things were better. Things were, quite possibly, the best they’d been in as long as she could remember. But there was one niggling thing that had bothered her. Not much, because this new budding relationship was with Sherlock and she knew Sherlock better than almost anyone else, but she wondered why they hadn’t kissed.

Not that there wasn’t affection or kisses that would be considered chaste or platonic. She loved all of it, every scrap of attention she could get from him in a physical sense, but a passionate, soul-stirring kiss on the lips…it had run through her daydreams and evening dreams so often that she wondered, now that he had her explicit permission to kiss her, that he hadn’t.

With Sherlock she knew the only way to get the answer to her question was to ask him, point blank. He might buffer internally for a moment or two, but she would get her answer.

And when she had asked him “Why haven’t you kissed me yet?” while they were snuggled on the couch with his arm around her shoulder and her head resting near the crook of his neck, he buffered just a little bit before answering “I didn’t want to disappoint you.” The look on his face when she turned to look at him, so sad and so worried, convinced her that maybe, just maybe, she should kiss him instead.

And when she did…it fully lived up to her daydreams and nighttime dreams.

And then some.

super sappy lines prompt list

[onceinabluemoon13]

For the shipper ask meme: 12, 26, 32.

12: Have you ever been disappointed when your ship finally got together?

Yes. Oliver x Felicity from Arrow is the first that springs to mind. Most times I prefer that my ships stick to fanon just because I trust my fellow shippers to treat the relationship/characters better than writers sometimes.

26: Have you noticed a pattern in your shipping? Is there a romantic dynamic you’re more drawn to?

This one was already answered here.

32: Share five must-read fics.

(You had to include a hard one, didn’t you?)

This is in no way an exhaustive list, but here are five of my favorites.

The Full House (Sherlolly) by @strawberrypatty - my first sherlolly fic and still one of my all-time faves

A hundred visions and revisions (Sherlolly) by @elixirbb - I reread this one every so often and it still kills me every time. (One line in particular has haunted me for years)

That Dear Perfection (Sherlolly) by @soyeahso - The best plot twist I have ever read, hands down. Fair warning, the story is pretty dark, but it’s awesome.

The Great Big No (Reylo) also by @soyeahso - One of the only reylo stories I’m currently still reading. It’s a 90′s musician AU, and it’s utterly fantastic. Seriously, go read it.

The Green Girl (Dramione) by @colubrina - The story that introduced me to this wonderfully talented writer. (On a side note, I’m gonna recommend you read everything else she’s written as well)

[mousedetective]

one word against a thousand actions

Just a short little angsty thing I wrote about what could happen in the Sherlock/Molly ship when Rosie is a little older. Also...my 1,400th fic on AO3! Written for @ladysolitaire from one of @sincerelydayyy‘s headcanons for Day 4 of Molly Hooper Appreciation Week!

one word against a thousand actions - Molly listens in as Sherlock tells a poorly disguised bedtime story about her mother.

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It had been a rather eventful day with the five-year-old human hurricane known as Rosamund Mary Watson, but Sherlock had finally gotten her tuckered out and off to bed in the guest bedroom. Molly was letting Rosie have her time alone with her Uncle Sherlock as she straightened up the flat, picking up stray toys and books and being careful not to step on the building blocks that were scattered about in her bare feet.

It would be rather nice to have this be a reality for her, for them, she thought. She just wasn’t sure they ever would. Four years later and they still lived in separate homes, still kept a piece of themselves tucked away. She loved Sherlock, she did, but she wondered when she’d get her happily ever after like the princesses in the stories Rosie loved.

Not everyone gets the happy ever after, a sour voice in her head said. Rosie was starting to ask about her mother now, and it hurt that there was so much they could say and so little, too. How did you tell a little girl her mother had wanted nothing more than to be with her, but she’d sacrificed herself to save a friend? She knew even to this day Sherlock felt guilty about Mary’s sacrifice, and every time he looked at Rosie and saw how much more like Mary she grew every day, it hit him in the heart. And that was a wound not even Molly could heal.

When she was done she drifted to the door of the bedroom, listening in on Sherlock’s bedtime story, just out of curiosity.

“The princess was brave,” he was saying, his hands running through the curls Rosie had, so much like her mother once Mary had grown her hair out. “She ran away to keep the kingdom safe, but a foolish knight went after her, and it cost her something very dear. The foolish knight and his squire wanted different things from the princess,” he said. “But she had other people in her past who had vendettas. And unfortunately, the princess gave up her life to save the knight. So he promised to look after her child and would send messages to let her know how graceful and beautiful her daughter was.”

Molly felt her heart in her throat. This was a story about Mary, she realized. But Rosie was asleep and he lapsed into silence, still brushing back her curls.

“Do you?” Molly asked quietly, taking a step into the room. “Talk to Mary, I mean.”

“I do,” he said quietly. “I know there’s no point, that she can’t really hear me, but...”

Molly stepped closer and pressed her chest to his back, wrapping her arms around him as he sat and pressing a kiss into his hair. “She knows,” she said comfortingly.

“I took her away from Rosie,” he said. “I can’t forgive myself for that. And Rosie won’t forgive me once she’s old enough to understand.”

Molly didn’t reply, simply keeping him close. She wasn’t sure what to say or how to comfort him, but he reached up and grasped her arms in his hands and she knew it helped. It might not be enough, it might never be enough, but he appreciated it all the same. And maybe, if she was lucky, one day he would forgive himself and be whole again.

Until then, she would wait, because whether he believed it or not, he was worth waiting for. He had been from day one. And she would keep waiting, however long it took.