bliss you

It’s 1:36am and Chapter 11 of ‘Domestic Bliss Must Suit You’ is already up!

It’s Loo’s birthday, y’all! (and Molly’s!)

Fun Fact: I had no idea how old Loo was turning so the fact that I wrote it as Molly’s 38th birthday was total guesswork…or am I becoming super duper observant? lol! Let me know your thoughts! *hands everyone a slice of birthday cake*

Wake up, make coffee, go to work. That was Molly Hooper’s Monday. Today was also her 38th birthday. Before heading out the door, coffee and bag in hand, she snuck back into the bedroom to leave a still sleeping Sherlock a kiss on his cheek.

“Mm, Molly,” Sherlock mumbled sleepily. She paused in the doorway. “Happy birthday.” A small smile graced his lips as he promptly fell back into his dreams. Molly smiled back and walked out of 221B to hail a cab.

Sherlock yawned as he exited his bedroom, still in pajamas, when he noticed Mrs. Hudson set the tea tray down.

“Good morning, Mrs. Hudson,” he announced.

“Morning, Sherlock,” she returned.

“Mrs. Hudson, could you—”

“Not your housekeeper, dear,” Mrs. Hudson interrupted.

“—help me with a surprise for Molly,” Sherlock finished after her interjection.

“Oh, how lovely!” Mrs. Hudson exclaimed, her hands clamped together. “What’s the occasion?”

“Her birthday,” Sherlock replied simply. “She doesn’t usually celebrate it but I feel it should be.”

“Doesn’t usually celebrate it? Hmm, sounds like someone else I know,” Mrs. Hudson smiled slyly.

“Yes, now come on, we have no time to waste,” Sherlock urged.

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asoue fancasting: part two


for jerome, i wanted to find someone really funny, but mostly someone who could really pull off blissful ignorance. someone you kind of like as a person, but he’ll fit well into the crappy-adult-doesn’t-listen role - and be kind of even a bit worse than normal, seeing as he’s also deluding himself that he isn’t married to a vicious criminal. these options sprang to mind in relation to that spec:

timothy olyphant

look at that strained smile. now picture that double thumbs up in every slightly awkward or confrontational situation. “everything’s great!” his mouth says, but his eyes say “why aren’t i dead yet?” please see his recent role in santa clarita diet for more, ignoring the parts where he makes decisions or does anything remotely effective.

lee pace

a much less funny selection, but the face was too good to pass up. also, he’d definitely be able to fit into the tone of the asoue universe, seeing as he’s well known for pushing daisies, which is quite stylistically similar. i think he could definitely do the whole i’m really stupid but still quite a nice person vibe.

Chapter 10 of ‘Domestic Bliss Must Suit You’ is up!

well, damn we’ve hit double digits! I wrote this one rather quickly, as my fingers could not stop flying across my keyboard! Angst, hurt/comfort and a whole lotta snogging ;p enjoy and let me know what ya think! :) xo

Two weeks had gone by quickly. Sherlock had kept himself busy with cases and Molly had begun tackling the wedding plans. The date they had chosen, September 16th, was a little over six months away. She had gotten Sherlock’s opinions on venue ideas but nothing seemed to stick. Molly could get herself overwhelmed sometimes, as well as have the bad habit of overthinking everything. She knew his indifferent demeanor had nothing to do with her, but with staying focused on the cases he worked on. Sometimes, she couldn’t stop her brain from going into overdrive.

What if he doesn’t really want to do this? Does he understand the commitment he’s making? He’s Sherlock, of course he does; he’s not stupid. But what if he’s regretting it? Will he tire of me eventually? I’m surprised he hasn’t already. Should I choose a pastel yellow for the bridesmaids? Hmm, I will talk it over with Sherlock if he actually has an opinion on the matter. Oh, who am I kidding? Sherlock always has an opinion. God, what if he realizes he’s made a mistake after the fact? Okay, no, Molly, you know Sherlock loves you. JUST. STOP. THINKING.

“Molly, I can hear you thinking from across the flat,” Sherlock called from his chair.

“Sorry,” Molly spoke quietly as she peered around the doorway that separated the kitchen from the sitting room. He glanced up at her, back down to his phone and back up to meet her eyes. She’s worried, Sherlock deduced. He stood up and walked over to where she stood, still lost in her thoughts. Sherlock’s eyebrows furrowed with concern.

“Perhaps you should take a break from the planning,” he spoke softly, gathering her into his arms.

“I think you’re right,” Molly laughed half-heartedly.

“It’ll be alright,” Sherlock murmured against her hair, sensing that there was probably more than the wedding plans bothering her, but not wanting to push the topic until she felt like talking. He tightened his hold on her, his fingers drawing patterns against the small of her back.

“I love you,” Molly whispered, a tear slipping from her eye. He felt it drop, as his dress shirt had soaked it in. The knowledge that she was crying alarmed him greatly.

“What’s the matter, Molly?” he asked, pulling back to look her in the eyes.

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The best part about liking someone

Falling into them and not even stopping yourself because everything just feels right. The more you get to know them, the harder you begin to fall. It’s such a beautiful process. Once you begin to like someone, everything just sort of falls in line with it. And you see no flaws, no mistakes, no imperfections, all you see is beauty.. Just beauty, in its simplest form, but also at its most amplified.


In Honour of International Women’s Day:
10 Movies About Friendship Directed by women

Farah Goes Bang (2013) Meera Menon

Fort Tilden (2014) Sarah Violent Bliss & Charles Rogers

Friends With Money (2006) Nicole Holofcener

Girlhood (2014) Céline Sciamma

Miss You Already (2015) Catherine Hardwicke

Now and Then (1995) Lesli Linka Glatter

The Trouble with Angels (1966) Ida Lupino

The Sisterhood of Night (2015)  Caryn Waechter

Walking and Talking (1996) Nicole Holofcener

Zero Motivation (2014) Talya Lavie


Hi. I know I’ve been AWOL for like 5 months, and my excuse for that is this: I suck. Plain and simple.

Here’s a random, spontaneously written story that will hopefully suffice as an apology. It’s yet another friends-to-lovers story because I have an addiction to mass-producing this trope. I can’t be helped.

Summary: There are bad decisions. And then there’s sleeping with your best friend, who is also your other best friend’s brother, after their mother’s funeral.

Rating: M

Sometimes you meet your soulmate in the most random, bizarre way. You don’t expect them to come into your life, and you don’t necessarily realize it’s them right off the bat. But when you have them, you’re convinced that your love can move mountains, calm oceans, outshine fire, create windstorms, and last forever. You’re so consumed with them, and you can’t imagine a point in your life without them. Your life becomes colorful. Your soul ignites.
—  Eventually// Excerpts From a Book I’ll Never Write
  • Derek falling asleep in his loft at 7 am after running all night under the full moon in wolf form
  • Derek curling up in a patch of sunlight on the floor because it’s warm
  • Derek shifting back to human from in his sleep and mumbling incoherent things about beards, bunnies and big teeth
  • Dere waking up at noon covered with a blanket and a pillow half tucked under his head
  • Derek trudging groggily to the kitchen to find hot coffee on the counter and Stiles reading some online article on another supernatural creature
  • Derek kissing Stiles on the nose and sipping his coffee blissfully
  • Derek being dragged to the couch for cuddles because it’s Sunday and Stiles is lazy and they have all the time in the world
  • Derek falling asleep again with no nightmares to haunt him because this, this is home and it’s warm and it’s safe and it’s Stiles