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Self-hosting is having a second. Ethan Sholly is aware of why.
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Tried my best, but nehh her beauty is beyond what I could put into pen and paper. #Sholly
the fact that sholly happened briefly irl has been keeping me awake
Laydown the Law
Phyllis: “Where are you going?”
Molly: “Going gay for Shane. We're going to adapt Chinese babies and live in a trailer park.”
Sherlock Valentine’s Day Challenge #3
A/N: So I wasn’t able to do Day #2 but there was so many GREAT submissions! This is my very first Sherlolly EVER! I hope you like it! Thanks to @igottomuchfreetimeonmyhands for all the help :) And thanks to everyone who is reading and writing in the #Sherlock VDay Challenge!
Prompt: “I guess this makes you my valentine.”
Molly knew that working late on Valentine's Day just because she didn’t have a date was sad and borderline pathetic, but she embraced this. Better to catch up on her work than sit at home lamenting her single status. She was keeping busy and managing to ignore the awful holiday.
It had gotten much later than she realized when the door to her lab swung open and Sherlock Holmes came striding in. Her heart leapt into her throat, as it always did when he entered a room, and she cursed herself. She cursed him, too, for good measure, for showing up tonight, of all nights.
“Molly.” he said as a short greeting. He came to a stop in front of the lab’s most powerful microscope and pulled out the stool, producing a vile of God knows what from his long coat and setting it up on a glass slide. He’s only been “back” a few weeks and even though she was one of the few who knew him to have survived the fall from the roof, it still felt odd to see him there.
“Hi,” she replied quietly, but he was already engrossed in his work. She bit down on the inside of her cheek and swallowed down the ache in her throat and tried to focus on her work.
She should despise him, he was rude and uncaring and self absorbed, but no matter how hard she tried, she could not talk herself out of being in love with him. The glimpses of the sweet, loyal, kind, caring man beneath all those negative qualities called to her and she desperately loved him.
She sniffed quietly, not worried that he would bother to notice- he never noticed. She rubbed her eyes on the backs of her hands.
“No big plans tonight?” Sherlock asked, his deep voice echoing slightly around room. It is so unexpected that she jumped and clapped her hand over her heart, startled.
“I never have big plans,” she replies, quietly.
“You do know today is Valentine’s Day?” he replies, not looking up from his microscope.
“Of course I do,” she answers with a nervous laugh. “I am surprised that you do.”
“John was on about it earlier, he mentioned that he had reservations for he and Mary,” Sherlock explained.
“That’s nice of him,” Molly replied, wishing he would stop talking. It was painful enough, being here with him, alone, at night, on Valentine’s Day without him rambling on about it. Thankfully, he fell back into a preoccupied silence and she was able to at least half focus on what she had been doing when he arrived.
After a bit, she heard the sound the the stool scraping loudly across the floor and she glanced up in time to see him leave the lab without saying a word. She let out the long breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding and squeezed her eyes shut. She crossed her arms on the table in front of her and buried her head, fighting against the hot tears that were beginning to fall from her eyes.
She managed to pull herself back together and after splashing some cold water on her face in the ladies room, she returned to her lab. She was shocked to see Sherlock had returned and was standing there.
“Did you forget something?” she asked, looking everywhere except at him.
“Sort of,” he replied. “I forgot to grab dinner. Would you care to join me?” Molly finally forced herself to look him in the eye.
“For dinner?” she asked, skeptically.
“Yes, I was just going to pop around the corner to the diner. They are open late and I like their chips. Are you coming or not?” Not wanting to miss this opportunity, Molly grabbed her coat and followed Sherlock out.
“So, the chips?” Molly asks, picking up the menu after she and Sherlock are seated in the diner.
“Yes,” Sherlock confirms. “There isn’t much else worth recommending.” The waitress comes and they each order a large basket of chips and a soda. Molly glanced around the dingy diner and suddenly wondered if this wasn’t a mistake. Small talk with Sherlock was always dangerous, always seeming to end in some sort of insult.
“Why is it,” Sherlock asked, folding his hands on the table, “That you don’t have plans tonight?” Molly scoffed and looked away, shaking her head.
“I had work to do,” she lied, praying Sherlock would not call her out on it. “You?”
“I also… had work to do,” he answered and she wondered if that was a lie as well. Mercifully, the waitress returns with the chips and they both have an excuse to put the chit chat on hold for a few moments.
“You could have made plans,”Sherlock said after a few minutes. “If you wanted.” Molly didn’t look up or answer right away. She felt a dull ache in her heart. She wanted him. All the time, all of him. And as much as she wanted him, she wanted to NOT want him. She wanted to date other men, other men that weren’t him. She wanted to feel something other than longing and rejection. She wanted to be free of him. Yet here she was, on the one day a year you were supposed to spend with the person you loved, sitting here with the one person who would never love her.
“I have to go,” she said, reaching for her coat and purse, suddenly wanting to be far away from this place. His reached across the table and placed his hand on her arm, stopping her. The contact was so unexpected that she tried to pull away, but his long fingers curled around her arm.
“Molly,” he said, something in his voice making her eyes dart to his. “Stay.” She bit her lip and knew he could see the pain in her eyes. “Please?” She relaxed and let her belongings go. “Thank you.” He turned and signaled to the waitress, who made a beeline for him. “Could we please have the check?” He asked her. “And two of those red velvet I saw in the display case, to go, please.” She nodded and disappeared.
“What are you doing?” she asked, her throat tight with the tears she was biting back. Sherlock straightened up to his full height and placed his palms face down on the table in front of him.
“Molly, I know that I haven't always been…” he paused, searching for a word.
“Nice?” she asked.
“I was going to say ‘forthcoming’,” he continued. “But yes. Nice as well. But you are very important to me. And while I was away, I thought about you often. And I’ve been thinking about you… more and more in fact…” The waitress appeared and placed the check and small box containing the red velvet cupcake between them in the center of the table. Sherlock waited for her to leave before he continued. “So much so that it’s become difficult to think of much else. I know I’ve no right to ask this, after the way I’ve treated you over the years, but I’d like to start over… start fresh… as something more.” Molly realized she was staring at him with her mouth slightly open. “If you’ll let me.” Without waiting for her to answer, he pulls out his wallet and throws a few bills on the table.
“Are you…” Molly starts, afraid to speak, afraid to ruin this moment, “Asking me out?” Sherlock purses his lips.
“I believe I am,” he says, not meeting her eyes. “You don’t have to answer right now, if you need time to --”
“OK,” she says, cutting him off. “Ok, I’d like that.” A slow smile forms on Sherlock’s cupid’s bow lips and for the first time in ages, Molly feel’s her own lips curl upwards. Sherlock stood and reached out a hand for her, helping her from the booth and led her from the diner.
“I was hoping you would join me back at Baker Street,” he said, nodding to the white box the cupcakes. “For dessert?” Molly nodded, still wearing the same smile. Sherlock tucked the desserts under one arm and Molly under the other as the two headed for his flat. Molly giggled and shook her head.
“What’s so funny?” Sherlock asked.
“I guess this makes you my Valentine,”Molly said looking up at him.
“I guess it does,” Sherlock confirmed. ”I guess it does.”
Sherlock Valentine’s Day Challenge Day #01
Day 1: „You shouldn't have to spend Valentine's Day alone.“
Valentine’s Challenge by: @prettyxlittlexwriter @cfordwrites
THE VALENTINE'S CASE
Pairing: Sherlock Holmes x Molly Hooper (Sholly ♥)
Words: 1160
Writer: Anna
Warnings: None
Written while listening to: Paloma Faith – Only love can hurt like this
Molly glanced at the clock, hanging above her TV. Half past seven on Valentines Day.
„And I'm alone again“, she murmured while putting another spoon of vanilla ice cream in her mouth. Since she got off work this afternoon the young woman practically hadn't moved an inch.
Well except for the walk to the fridge and back to her sofa, to get food supplies for a lonely evening in front of the TV. For hours she has been laying here, watching one romance movie after another. And every time after another movie had ended, Molly felt more miserable.
Why couldn't she just find someone who loved her like Romeo loved Juliette? Or Jack loved Rose?
Molly was so tired of being alone. But every single time the hopeless romantic thought she finally found somebody, it didn't work out, even though she was trying really hard. But also there was this other factor that seemed to constantly appear in every relationship she seemed to have: Sherlock Holmes.
