#ordinarymollyhooper

[diglestrade]

//weh. I really want to do more molstrade

[pulledfromhellarchive]

Dare

1. Do ten sit ups in nothing but your underwear.

     "Sit ups of all things? -- Laps might have been better, but alright."

             Losing his shirt and pants quickly, Dean gets in a position on the floor so that he can do his sit ups. Counting each of them as he goes. Ten doesn't feel like much, but he satisfies the dare.

[abravelittlehobbit]

ordinarymollyhooper

"A beautiful day. A very beautiful day indeed." Bilbo spoke to himself taking a puff of his pipe. He was relaxed and that was how he wanted to remain. Closing his eyes for a moment and feeling the light breeze blow his curls made him smile and sigh happily. 

Feeling and hearing a rumble that came from his stomach, he opened his eyes and patted his stomach. "Looks like I need to get to making lunch."

He was about to stand up and go inside to eat but he spotted a girl walking up the path and he thought he'd feel rude id he'd just get up and walk away. Like he was hiding or something when he wasn't.

Watching her walk up made him rose his eyebrows but drop them back down and taking the pipe he was smoking out of his mouth.

[falling-nothinglikeflying]

The Person He Forgot || Ordinarymollyhooper

Sherlock owed his life to several different people for several different reasons. Lestrade helped him with his drug habit, which doubtlessly extended his life. Mrs. Hudson had helped patch him up countless times before John came around. John had risked life and limb for him, shooting a man once even. Mycroft helped, too, but Sherlock did not care to think about that.

The one person no one ever remembered, though, was Molly Hooper. She was mousy, a bit awkward at times, but she was no less important than anyone else. They all may forget her, but Sherlock never would.

With John busy, he  spent more time at Bart's again. Which meant more time with Molly. And how he enjoyed to sneak up on her at times, now for example. He slips up behind her, smiling. "Hello, Molly."

[addictedtobeinghimself]

+3

ordinarymollyhooper

suchfunmiranda

a-new-code

"Ta-da."

[amooseindisguise]

+ 13

          Sam had been walking for awhile -- trying to find some sort of library but was having absolutely no luck. His father had dragged him and Dean to another town for another case and he was up for research -- again. And quite frankly he was getting tired of looking for something he wasn't even sure was close. So eventually he sighed and looked around before seeing someone who looked nice enough from behind -- and decided to approach them with a tap on their shoulder. 

             " Uh -- Excuse me , Could you help me find a library by chance? I'm new around here and I can't exactly find it. "

[diglestrade]

What?!

Oh, er — right. Do you want to do this — somewhere more private, perhaps?

[ordinarymollyhooper-blog]

It was odd, the suggestion of a meat dagger probably shouldn’t have annoyed her as much as it did. But Molly had found herself growing apart from Tom a little in the days leading up to the wedding, it only pulled more focus to their own. She had spent more time with Greg than she had Tom. She was even sat closer to him at the dinner, though she didn’t think that Tom even noticed. 

Yet here she was, Tom was dancing with one of the bridesmaids, Molly having talked herself out of it, feigning illness. Sitting in the hotel reception, she sighed a little, playing with the ring around her finger. Did she really want to marry him? Or did she just want to have..someone. 

She was quickly brought out of her thoughts by the entrance of Greg, looking up quickly, she plastered on a smile, ”Greg! Hi..not dancing?”

[diglestrade]

Trying to find Sherlock, Greg had taken a brief stroll around the hotel, hoping to catch the man smoking. But it seemed that Sherlock had already left the party, for he was no where to be found. Re-entering the building, he spotted Molly right away, sitting all by herself in the lobby.

'Molly?' he asked, a bit confused not to see her dancing with the others. 'No, I er -- I was looking for Sherlock, actually,' he said as he stopped to stand beside the bench she was sitting on. 'How about you? Shouldn't you -- be with Tom?'

It wasn't a surprise to see her by her self, although he hadn't expected it. She and Tom had seemed -- off during the day. There had been quite a bit of distants between them and Greg couldn't help but be a bit worried.

'You two, er -- doing okay?' he said as he sat down on the bench beside her, knotting his fingers together and resting them between his knees