#mollythepathologist

[paintedlies]

@mollythepathologist​   ♥’d   for   a   starter. 

      “ Sometimes  we  search  for  one  thing,  and  discover  another. ” 

#mollythepathologist #◭ 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒑𝒆𝒓 / tessa — interactions. #gashjdk this has landed amazingly #a pathologist and a grim reaper? #'s gotta be fun lol

[shxlmes]

~ @mollythepathologist​ ~

         “I need to see the latest body that was brought in. The male in his 30′s.” Sherlock doesn’t even bother looking up as he enters the morgue, his entire focus fixated on his phone. Lestrade was ignoring him - Something he was all too used to at this stage. A few minutes of furious typing ensued before Sherlock finally looked up, making eye contact with the woman standing there. “You’re not Mike.” He slid his phone into his pocket, watching her carefully for a moment before his hand extended. “Sherlock Holmes.”

#mollythepathologist #;starter

[shrlxcked-a]

@mollythepathologist​   //   “i ran you a bath. get in it.”

OH,  DELIGHTFUL.  Yet  another  thing  the  detective  didn’t  want  or  need,  being  handed  to  him  on  the  silver  platter  of  sympathy.  Molly  was  the  master  of  it,  always  trying  to  take  care  of  him,  trying  to  ‘ look  out  for  him ‘ . . 

                    (  Oh  get  over  yourself,  Sherlock  Holmes. )

❛  Thank  you. ❜   he  spat,  clearly  a  rehearsed  response  nailed  into  him  by  John  Watson.  Always  do  better.  Do  better,  do  better.  Well  frankly,  Sherlock  could  not  be  bothered  to  do  better  right  now,  not  when  withdrawal  had  him  by  the  throat  with  its  deathly  grip.  There  was  so  much   poison  he  could  say  to  her,   but  he  swallowed  it  down. 

                    (  Chase  her  off,  so you  can  get  your  fix. ) 

Oh,  that  damned  voice -  ringing  through  his  head  constantly,  telling  him  what  to  do,  telling  him  to  make  the  wrong  choice,  always.    ❛  No. ❜   he  muttered  under  his  breath,  waving  his  hand  as  though  to  clear  the  air,  clear  the  voice.    He  brushed  past  her  towards  the  bathroom,  unbuttoning  his  shirt  on  the  way.  

#mollythepathologist #╳⦁ ⎯⎯⎯⎯ STILL THE ADDICT. ╱ ❨ 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖾: 𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗇. ❩

[experimcnts]

      He’s  got  no  clue  what  has  gotten  into  him.  The  moment  he  saw  the  necklace  in  the  windowpane  of  a  jewelry  store,  he  walked  right  past  it,  giving  it  no  more  than  a  glance.  And  then  for  two  days  it  had  plagued  his  thoughts,  running  through  his  mind.  It  would  look  so  lovely  around  Molly’s  neck.  Perhaps  he  should  get  it  for  her,  Watson  had  informed  him  long  ago  that  a  man  should  treat  his  wife  to  delightful  surprises  every  once  in  a  while.

       And  so  he  did,  and  here  they  were.  At  least  to  himself,  Sherlock  couldn’t  deny  that  his  chest  expanded  with  the  feeling  of  pride,  and  something  even  warmer,  making  his  heart  beat  wilder.  That  same  heart  almost  leaped  out  of  his  throat  the  moment  Molly  asked  him  to  fasten  the  chain  around  her  neck.  

      “ Not  at  all.  Here, ”  a  swallow  of  the  lump  in  his  throat,  Sherlock  gently  takes  the  necklace  from  her,  fingers  brushing  against  her  hand  in  a  fleeting  moment,  He  circles  around  her,  the  weight  of  the  gold  chain  carefully  settled  on  her  collarbones,  tugged  up  just  enough  to  grant  him  enough  space  to  fiddle  with  the  clasp,  until  it’s  done.  Doesn’t  even  resist  the  urge  to  brush  his  hands  over  her  shoulders.  “ There  you  are.  Like  I  thought,  it  suits  you  splendidly. ”  

@mollythepathologist​    ╳   continued  from  here   .

#mollythepathologist #◺ sherlock. ╱ INTERACTIONS ! ◹ #◺ sherlock. ╱ verse no. 7 ! ◹ #i absolutely couldn't resist myself #and i didn't want to #cause i love the inherit eroticism you were talking about

[consultingsister-aa]

STARTER CALL // @mollythepathologist​

“I mean this is in the loveliest way possible but... god, please hurry up.” She has been hoping to meet Molly in reception, to get a vague answer to how’s work and then move on to the wine tasting but instead, she had received a cheery message about just popping down to the morgue as she’s run over a bit. Popping down to a morgue? In these shoes? 

She tries to look anywhere but the body but she swears the dead guy has moved three times. It’s taking her back to medical school and cadaverous and... well a lot of trying her best not to throw up until after class. “How do you do this job... how do you hang around dead people all day and not... I don’t know, imagine them getting up to murder you?!”

#mollythepathologist #( v. main ) #wine night friends? wine night friends!

[sovietorphan]

@mollythepathologist​ said: “ i can see your eyes drooping and getting sleepy. ” / accepting .

    “ yes , but you can just say it one more time ? please ? a pathengest . ”  light giggles fill the quiet room . jack and a few of the other boys had been dropped off at the hospital after all swallowing various small coins . honestly the blond didn’t see what the problem was , he felt fine . however he definitely wasn’t complaining about getting to stay overnight in his own space --- away from the large orphanage and loud rooms full of rowdy boys that usually kept him from sleeping all the way through .  he’d even taken it upon himself to explore the different floors once it got a bit darker and quieter in the halls  -- careful to not be caught until he’d bumped into her . 

     “ please , ms. molly ? I’ll go right to sleep if you tell me again ! ” once back in his bed he’d begun asking a barrage of questions whether she was a doctor , a nurse , a receptionist , etc . only to find out that she was a pathologist --- which led to another onslaught . now having spent the better part of the evening with her it was difficult for jack to let go . “ a pathentegest does what ? ” 

#mollythepathologist #VERSE / london . #( <333 welcome to the jack refusing to pronounce anything correctly show )

[sniperwithasmoke]

[ dry ]  Molly drying Bash off with a towel after a shower , bath , swimming , etc . 

he’d be lying to say he hates having molly around for shit like this. peacocking in the centre of the makeshift ring, blood and sweat dripping from his forehead, obscuring his unmarried eye. her, anxious as she wrings her hands awaiting the dull bell to signal a round’s end. 

but... maybe he shouldn’t’ve invited her to this particular match-up. it’s proved to be a harder one than anticipated -- which is only the fault of his own ego -- and bash collapses into his corner and onto the stool that barely makes it beneath his arse. 

he leans into the cool towel that dabs at his brow until it touches a sore spot and she has to hold the back of his head to keep him from recoiling. instead, he hisses, sucking a breath through his teeth as she brushes his fringe out of the way and then presses the towel to his cheek.  ❝ mm -- no worries, moll, ‘ve got ‘im on the ropes. ❞   he doesn’t. it’s far closer than that. gloved hand attempts to bump her arm out of the way to little avail puckering up as best he can with mouthguard in place.   ❝ but what d’you say to a kiss for luck? ❞

@mollythepathologist // some meme from forever ago.

#mollythepathologist #ANSWERED. #i took some liberties with the drying part #but consider: he's still shirtless. #and this would mean she gets to fret over him.

[strngrmdst-a]

whoa, hey, wow, look at your face! ’

( * &. ━  SANTA CLARITA DIET SENTENCE STARTERS

“It’s not as bad as it looks. You should- see- the other guy.” ‘The other guy’ being a man who walked off with bruised knuckles and nothing else. “…worth it, anyway.” He’s been anxious, lately, and Richard deals with his anxiety by calling annoying strangers on the street arseholes. Maybe he should work on his coping. 

#mollythepathologist #[main]

[bakerstreetramblings]

‘ it’s got to be the hardest thing i did in my life . ’

l i t t l e  t h i n g s .

      “That was? That was the hardest thing?” 

#mollythepathologist #. a three pipe problem ; ask .

[fxckingmoran-a]

‘out of context i sound like a jealous girlfriend. in context i’m just talking about my cat.’

~ @mollythepathologist ~

           “Don’t reckon I believe you, Hooper - You’ve got jealous wannabe girlfriend written all over you.”

        “Don’t worry - I’m sure he’s not shagging Watson. Poor bastard probably doesn’t even know what to do with his dick.”

#mollythepathologist #;answered #{ sebby pls }

[thefifthtm]

@mollythepathologist​ - continued from here.

As he watched her admirable, yet nevertheless wasteful efforts, The Doctor couldn’t help but raise a brow in curiosity.

Of course, he should have known better than to snoop where one wasn’t allowed to, but if there was one thing that had remained constant throughout his regenerations, it was that his intrigue had a tendency to land him in very serious trouble.

As for the young lady who had been swiftly confined with him, well, he hadn’t the foggiest who she was, or where she had come from - she’d just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. An unfortunate circumstance, if nothing else. Still, she struck him as the silent, almost shy type, so to witness her loss of temper, and the subsequent display of her strength against the door, was interesting.

I suppose one should never truly judge a book by its cover.

“That was purely a jest on my part, although quite a bad one, it now seems,” He began, practically swallowing his earlier words, “Not to worry-”

Reaching into his jacket, he pulled out his Sonic and walked towards the door, holding it firmly in his hand as he aimed it at where he assumed the lock would be. He activated it, causing the device to emit a high-pitched buzzing sound for a few seconds. Once he’d finished, he gave one of the handles a firm tug, only to find that the door was still locked.

“Hm, that usually does the trick,” He murmured, directing his attention to the Sonic with a frown, “Hold on, I might have used the wrong function...”

#🏏 𝕄𝔸𝕀ℕ - 𝔸𝕟 𝕒𝕕𝕧𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝕒 𝕕𝕒𝕪 𝕤𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕤 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔻𝕠𝕔𝕥𝕠𝕣 𝕒𝕨𝕒𝕪 #mollythepathologist #I hope this was OK to continue!

[deadsexy]

@mollythepathologist (continued)

It was soooo easy to give her a big ol’ grin. Followed it up with a idiotic laugh and he fumbled around in his back pocket to pull out his wallet, full of small bills and a few crumpled receipts. All for show, every bit of it and Jim hated that he was actually having fun playing a bumbling idiot.

“Um-- two coffees please,” muttered kindly to the attendant and he did the gentlemanly thing of taking both of their cups along on his tray to the small table where the cream and sugar waited. “How d’ya take it?” He poured himself a fair amount of cream and shook open three sugar packets.

“I find it awfully bitter, canteen coffee, anymore than three and I’ll be up for three days.” Oddly enough that part was true, the cream and three sugars was also how Jim often fixed his own coffee when on his own. No need to suffer during playtime, after all.

#mollythepathologist #(i am so excited omg) #;short

[shrlxcked-a]

@mollythepathologist​ // [ m o l l y ] //  “ honestly , you’re hopeless without me . ”

THE  DETECTIVE’S  SHARP  GAZE  stabbed  into  Molly  like  daggers.  The  poison  surging  through  his  veins  ( and  running  quite  a  bit  late  for  his  next  hit )  gave  him  an  intense  feeling  of  irritation,  hands  trembling  as  he paced  the  floor,  looking  desperately  for  a  distraction.  His  voice  came  just  as  sharp  as  his  gaze  had,  and  he  had  to  very  actively  restrain  himself  from  getting  any  closer  to  her  for  fear  of  doing  something  he  may  regret.  He  was  not  himself,  and  he  was  falling deeper. 

❛ I  do  not  need  anyone,  including you. ❜  he snarled,  shaking  hands  sorting  through  some  unsolved  case  files  on  the  table  in  a  failed  attempt  to  redirect  his  energy  away  from  Molly.   ❛ I  am  doing  just  splendidly.  However  judging  by  the  unkempt  state  of  your  hair  and  clothes  and  the  lack  of  makeup,  you  are  not.  You  are  so  concerned  about  me  that  you  are  neglecting  your  own  basic  needs.  Who  is  the  hopeless  one  here?  ❜

He  fell  silent,  as  his  hands  continued  to  sift  mindlessly  through  the  papers  on the  table.  Lips  pursed  shut,  and  his  audible  breathing  filled  the room.  REGRET  filled  him.

                        [  You’re  losing  it  again,  Sherlock.  Regain  control.  ]    

The  detective  closed  his  eyes,  head  shaking  a bit  back  and  forth  before  his  eyes  fell  back  upon  the  mortician.   

❛ I . . I  apologize.  Disregard  that. ❜

#mollythepathologist #// what a fucking idiot oh my god #// i kept getting distracted while writing this because my cat was snoring #// oop #╳⦁ ⎯⎯⎯⎯ STILL THE ADDICT. ╱ ❨ 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖾: 𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗇. ❩

[experimcnts]

       Perhaps  he  should  have  taken  a  glance  at  the  watch  before  scurrying  out  his  flat,  perhaps  he  should  have  noted  that  the  empty  streets  signal  the  lateness  of  the  hour.  But  the  more  he  thought  about  his  latest  case,  the  more  questions  rose  in  his  mind.  And  answers  continued  to  elude  him.  However,  he  knew  of  a  man  who  could  provide  him  with  at  least  some  solutions  to  his  problems  —  Doctor  Hooper,  the  pathologist  at  Barts’  and  the  one  who  came  to  him  in  asking  for  aid.  

       It  would  have  been  for  the  best  if  he  had  waited  for  the  sun  to  rise.  Checked  his  goddamn  watch  at  the  very  least.  For  here  he  was,  standing  in  front  of  the  open  door  leading  to  Doctor  Hooper’s  home.  But  instead  of  a  limping  man,  he  was  greeted  by  the  sight  of  a  sleepy  woman,  in  nothing  but  her  undergarments,  not  even  a  dressing  gown  over  them!  A  set  of  oddly  familiar  brown  eyes  looking  at  him  over  the  haze  of  sleep  and  confusion.  

                “ I’m. . .  terribly  sorry.  I  thought  —  Is  this  not  Doctor  Hooper’s  house? ”  

closed  starter   ╳    @mollythepathologist​   .

#mollythepathologist #◺ sherlock. ╱ INTERACTIONS ! ◹ #◺ sherlock. ╱ verse no. 7 ! ◹

[killedinstead]

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2nd person in rp replies. 2nd person is extremely tricky to write. and do well. i get if it’s a drabble or musings or what not, but for replies im not a fan.

Send me a “ 🔥 “ for an unpopular opinion. II accepting 

#mollythepathologist #iii. unpopular opinion #iii. the cutest slytherin {ooc}

[tomakepeace-blog]

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🤙 Bump into my muse

           WHERE HAD THEY PUT THAT FILE? –––– This is why Penelope kept everything on her computer. Sure, it was always smart to have hard copies, but why were these filing cabinets so disorganized? The tech analyst mumble to herself, sliding a finger across another stack of labels until- ‘ Aha! ’ Finally! She reaches for the file, but it doesn’t budge. Brows furrow. Second yank, a bit harder; no dice. ‘ Seriously, you overrated piece of paper? ’ she growls before using both of her hands to snatch the records from their spot. Upon doing this, she’s slightly propelled backwards, and into another person she hadn’t noticed was there. ‘ Oh, jeeze- sorry, honey! I didn’t see you there, ’

#answered / penelope . #mollythepathologist