#yeeeeee here comes the angst

[nightofnyx8]

Chapter 2: Rose

“Do you know how to start a war, Agent Twilight?” Sylvia had asked him on his very first day of training. He had refused to meet her gaze then, still trying to figure out why the hell she was instituting philosophy in him when all he wanted to do was tear apart every last Ostanian solider he laid eyes on.

Maybe she had already known that from the beginning, as she grabbed the collar of his shirt and forced him to look at her straight in the eyes.

“You find someone to blame.”

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Pairing: Twilight/Yor Forger

Rating: T

Tags: Undercover Missions, Mutual Pining, First Kiss

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[giggly-squiggily]

I understand if you already have full Demon Slayer, but just in case here’s my headcanon. So Sanemi and Genya right, sometimes Sanemi is willing to give his lil bro some playful affection and gently tickles him. ( I just some Shinazugawa bros fluff! There’s been so much angst)

Headcanons To Dabbles: Officially CLOSED!

Oh my god, I needed this fierce after that most recent episode! I've gotcha covered, anon! :D

CW: Swearing

“You son of a bitch! Come here!”

Genya yelped when the back of his Yukata was grabbed, Sanemi’s grip ironlike as he was yanked down. “N-Nemi!”

“Don’t call me that! God, you’re gonna make me look like such a wimp before the others, you shit.” Despite the harsh words, Sanemi’s tone and grip were surprisingly relaxed. He adjusted his arm so it was swung around Genya’s neck, fingers finding the crook in seconds. “You’re too tall these days! God- what happened to your scrawny ass back when we were kids?”

“Ah! Aheahhahahahahaha! Nehehehemi, plehahahahhahse!” Genya crumbled instantly, knees hitting the ground as he tried scrunching up and away from his brother’s hand. “Doohohohohn’t, it tihiihiiihickles!”

“Heh, that’s the point?” Sanemi snorted, bringing both hands to Genya’s neck for maximum tickle output. “Man, some things haven’t changed at all. Here you are, still ticklish as you were when you were a baby! You still look like a baby to, now that I think about it.”

“Ohhohohohohooho shuhuhuhuhuhuhuuht uuhuhuhuuhp! Gheahhahahhaha, I’m nohohohohohot a bahahahahhaby anymohohohohore!” Genya argued through his mirth, reaching for Sanemi’s knee. The Wind Hashira was too quick however, easily evading Genya’s hand as he sunk his own into his brother’s armpit. “GAHHHAHAHHA NOHOHOHOOHOHOOO!”

“Yeeeeees~” Sanemi mock whined back at him, cackling as Genya flopped against the ground, cheeks red and eyes shut in laughter. He missed this- the tickle fights they’d get into with all their siblings.

The thought of them and his mom made his heart hurt. He found himself momentarily blinking back tears.

“Nehehehehehehemi?” Genya sounded concerned. Sanemi shook his head, going back for Genya’s neck. “NEHEHHEHEMI GEHHAHAHHAHAHA!”

“Don’t worry about it.” Sanemi grunted, putting on a grin when Genya squealed, rolling away. “How the hell are you gonna survive the corps if you’re this ticklish? Any demon could grab you and start tickling!”

“Same way you survived so far as a Hashira, Shinazugawa-san.” Mitsuri’s voice from behind made Sanemi swear like a sailor.

Her fingers- soon to be followed by Genya’s- on his belly and ribs had him cackling like his brother soon after.

[writtengalaxies]

hi there! request incoming <3

since im a major dark enjoyer, could be get HCs about his relationship with the ghost!DA specifically? (intended to be romantic but its fully fine w platonic as well ^^!!)

heres a few crumbs for thought that are on my mind:

- would he, (assuming damien was together w DA) want a relationship with them, considering.. well.. everything?

- what'd he do if ghost!DA wanted to pursue a relationship/frienship with *him*?

- how soft is he for ghost!DA? what special s/o / close friend privilidges would they get that others dont?

- assuming the mirror is like a 2nd, but worse, home for the DA, where would he put it/what'd he do with it? i'd assume he really dislikes it but hey, DA's gotta sleep *somewhere*. cant sleep in the bathroom mirror every night yk?

i really hope im doing this whole request thing right, please do correct me if i goofed smth up ^^!!! good night <3

Oh ho ho, yeeeeees. It's all good! I can take pretty much anything as a request and make it work. :3

So now...the headcanons!

I personally like to think that Damien really wanted a relationship with the DA or had just started a new one with them when WKM happened. (Which...honestly...is just so delicious for angst. The pain of something so new or so close, and all that happens? *chef kiss*)

Knowing that the DA is...well, not alive, but around? It pulls all those old feelings up to the surface. Makes them new and raw again. It aches, makes is dead heart beat again.

He'd want to be with them. Let them draw the lines of what that means, but Dark just...misses them in a way that hurts, in a way he didn't think he could still feel. And he's honestly surprised they don't hate him for what he's done to them.

But them, reaching out, speaking quietly into the night air about still loving him, despite all that's happened, finally voicing words they were too scared to say. He'd be floored. It would be slow, them both trying to learn how to be again, how to adjust to who they are now.

Dark hides it from the others, obviously, because no one needs to know the big scary eldritch monster of a man with a temper that will burn eternal...is a big old romantic softie.

All the old pet names come back, the gentle way he calls them little monster the first time, and then winces. How he explains that truly, he's the monster for what he's done to them. And them gently helping him pick up all the pieces he's had to chip off of himself to survive. They get to be the one to see him smile softly, in a way that's like the old mayor. They get to hear the soft laughter, not the mocking ringing sound. They get to see him at his least composed.

And Dark wishes for nothing more than to be able to lift their hand to his lips like he used to, but...it almost tore him apart when he reached for their hand, and his passed through theirs.

The old mirror from the manor, shattered and cracked, sits behind his chair in his office, overlooking his desk. Neither of them truly need to sleep, maintaining the habits of a normal person as a way to hold onto those remnants of the past. They move between mirrors, following him through the house during those routines. 

And if maybe, sometimes, someone walks into the kitchen at 3 AM, they'll find Dark smiling softly at a figure that's not quite all there. But...that can't be anything more than a weird dream, right?

[aphroditestummyrolls]

Keep You Safe!

YEEEEEE ❤️ hello beloved friend! Here’s a fun little bit of angst for you— there’s a lot of happy, fluffy parts in the works, too. But this was what came to me.

His ship docked on a watery morning, just before dawn broke over Fifth Harbour. Ketterdam was still dark and misty, the coming winter sneaking up under his jumper and making him tug his coat tighter to him. It was too thin— meant for the fluffy flurries of Zemeni snowflakes, and reflected sunlight.

It wasn’t intended for the damp chill of the Kerch coast. But, he had grown a fondness for this ship, it’s brave little captain and crew, the way they always took him to his son.

Colm had received a letter from Jesper that shook him to his core once. It brought him across the True Sea, hunting into dark corners that he never would have dreamed he’d have to go to to find him— but, there was nowhere he wouldn’t go. Not for Jes.

By the time he went back to the farm, Colm’s fears were finally soothed. More than soothed, he felt connected.

He’d received letters since— from Jesper and Wylan, both their minds and Jesper’s pen. They were settling into life at the top of geldstraat after all that they’d suffered at the bottom of the Barrel. They kept him in the loop, chatting about wallpaper patterns and markets in Weddle with the most beautiful handcarved furniture, and how the merchant council had a collective heart attack when they saw the new painting of the two of them over the mantlepiece.

He hadn’t been expecting this hand delivered note— signed from Wylan, but written in a soft, slanting hand that wasn’t Jesper’s. Looking in the eyes of the familiar messenger, seeing the red rims around their wide, sparkling gaze, he knew the handwriting was hers. Inej already knew what it contained, and she’d come to collect him.

Waiting on the dock of Fifth Harbour, was a great crow. His black coat and hat rose up from the wet wooden slats of the pier, looking like nothing more than a smudge of darkness in the fog.

Jesper wasn’t there— he didn’t see a lanky, stork-like frame jogging up to take his bag, or hear the bouncy sound of his greeting. Wylan’s slight silhouette and curly head were also missing.

Inej was the one who had to nudge him down the gangplank. Tolya took his bag from his hand. And Kaz Brekker looked almost sheepish as he met his gaze. His pale, icy eyes were resolute, as if he was forcing himself to keep his gaze on him.

It didn’t make him look less grim.

“Afraid I can’t say I’m glad to see you.” He was afraid of a lot of things. His voice was rough— he’d hardly spoken on the three day crossing. He’d read the letter, again and again, just like the last time he’d crossed the sea for Jesper. “Take me to my boys, Brekker.”

Thanks for playing!

[chaosangel767]

Business Vs. Pleasure

Fandom: Obey me 

Type: Angst -  Does have a section of 18+ 

Pairing: Lucifer x Reader - ft. Beel and Belphie 

When you entered Devildom you never meant to form relationships with the angels or brothers. It was a simple deal made with Lord Diavolo, to survive 1 year in Devildom and then go back to the human world. There wasn’t a reason to open your heart to your “coworkers” as you like to call them, cause after the year is up you will never see them again. The angels and Solomon started to work on your walls quickly and you let them in, after all they promised they would always visit you in the human world after the year is up and angels never lie. Right? 

Slowly even though I told myself I wouldn't, I started to let the brothers close. They slowly made their way into my heart, even the proud, cold Lucifer. He started to take interest in you and even though your heart was fighting it, you ended up dating. Over time a majority of heart settled down and being with Lucifer was absolute heaven, and him marking you made the bullying at school stop. Though Lucifer was a perfect gentleman and a dream, you kept a part of your heart guarded because it always confused you as to why one of the most powerful demons in the realm fell in love with you, a human.

Y/n’s POV

Exchange Program 

Dia: Remember that we have a party tonight everyone 

to celebrate 6 months of the exchange program 

Y/n: Yes I get to wear my new dress finally 

Luci: The one Jack made for you? 

Y/n: Yeah that one, he gave it to me last weekend

Asmo: Yeeeeees it's going to look so good on you 

Levi: Do I have to go?

Dia: Yes Levi, and all demons and angels must be in their natural forms 

Simeon: Sounds good

Solomon: 😑

Lucifer: Everyone be ready at 5pm

DO NOT BE LATE (Asmo and Belphie) 

Y/n: 😊

Levi: 👍

Mammon:👍

Asmo:👍

Beel: 👍

Satan:👍

Checking the clock shows you have a few hours, so you decide to relax with a nice long bubble bath using some soaps that Asmo got you for your birthday last month. You let your body soak in the tub taking extra time on your hair and adding a facemask to make your face gorgeous. After a while of feeling pampered you get out and get in a robe, starting to dry your (h/l) (hc) and styling it. You add a few silver and ruby hair clips, before moving onto makeup. You do a natural smoky eye with light mascara and a deep red lip. Lucifer always says how good you look without makeup so you keep the rest of your face bare, not wanting to over do it. 

Next you go over to the garment bag that held your dress your best friend Jack made. He was a world renowned fashion designer and promised you for your birthday he would make you a gorgeous dress. He had just sent it with Solomon the weekend beforehand you are excited to see it. Unzipping the bag you pull out the floor length dress and cape. The dress is sleeveless with the top part being a black beaded mesh and  the skirt faded from black to a red Ombre. The cape was black and was attachable to the dress with a silver peacock feather encrusted with rubies. You put on the gorgeous dress, it fit perfectly and fell right to the floor. You attach the cape and go over to your jewelry box, there you get the silver and ruby necklace and earring set that Lucifer got you for your birthday last month. You add simple silver bangles to your wrist and grab some black heels before checking the time. It was almost 5 and you hear a knock at the door. 

“Almost ready Y/n” Lucifer’s voice floated through the door. You walk over and unlock it to see Lucifer in a suit. 

“ Yeah I just need my purse” you walk over to grab your black purse and make sure your DDD is inside. You turn around to find Lucifer waiting near the door on his phone. You get his attention when you walk over.  

“Like my dress?” You ask spinning to show it off. He nods not even looking up, you roll your eyes before walking down to the front foyer. The other brothers were already there and you hear Asmo catcall you. 

“Y/n that dress is so pretty” Asmo gushes as he spins you around to admire the dress. “Jack is so talented” 

“Asmo stop spinning Y/n around, it's time to go.” Lucifer sounds annoyed as he opens the front door and offers me his arm . I take it and we all chat on the way up to the Demon Lord's castle. The angels and Solomon are already waiting in the dining room, we arrive a few minutes before 5. 

“Sorry for keeping you waiting, Y/n had to take her time” Lucifer apologies as we walk in.  We weren’t even late, what got him in such a bad mood? I see Simeon and Solomon staring at me as I walk in. 

“Y/n you are so pretty” Luke jumps out of his chair and runs over to me to hug me. I blush and laugh before ruffling his hair. I see him pout a little before returning to his seat.

“Nonsense Lucifer, it's not 5pm yet, please come have a seat.” Lord Diavolo smiles standing up. “Y/n you look stunning, where did you get that dress?” He gives me a quick side hug as I pass. 

“ My best friend made it for my birthday.” I smile, slightly blushing at the compliments.  I sit between Solomon and Lucifer as dinner begins.  Dinner passes quickly with all the laughing and chaos. After dinner we get led to the ballroom when Lord Diavolo claps his hands. 

“Time to party everyone”  He turns into his demon form and the brothers follow. Simeon and Luke both go into their angel forms and let their gorgeous white wings on display. You Feel a little insecure looking at the demons around you. Solomon notices your discomfort and places a hand on your shoulder.

“You look gorgeous Y/n, Jack would love it” He squeezes my arm just as Lucifer walks over. 

“Dance with me Y/n?” He asks in a commanding manner. I nod and take his arm as he leads me to the dance floor. We dance for a couple songs before Lord Diavolo steps in. 

“Lucifer, can I steal Y/n for a dance?” He asks, giving a grin to me. Lucifer sighs and nods letting me swing into Lord Diavolo’s arms.  Lucifer leaves the dance floor and you dance with Lord Diavolo, smiling at his antics.

 Solomon appears at the start of the next song taking over for Lord Diavolo. I laugh at his antics and look around not seeing Lucifer anywhere. The brothers all take turns dancing with me, until I land in Simeon’s arms. I dance with him before finally excusing myself to get a drink. I walk over to the table to grab a drink and look for Lucifer but don’t see him anywhere.

“Y/n” I hear Beel call my name and see him and Lord Diavolo walking over to me. I smile at them and wave.

“Hey guys, have you seen Lucifer anywhere? I haven’t seen him since we danced.” I ask as they approach me. They both shake their heads, I sigh.

“Want me to help you look? I want to let him know Belphie and I want to go home.”  Beel asks me sweetly. I nod and give him a hug. 

“That would help me so much, thanks Beel” Lord Diavolo laughs before walking off while Beel and I leave the dance to hunt for Lucifer. It took a little while but suddenly while we were in the West wing of the Castle we heard a loud moan and a banging sound. Exchanging glances Beel and I walk toward the sound. There is a door cracked open and when I looked in I died. 

Lucifer’s POV 

I had a complicated relationship with Y/n, I didn’t really find myself attracted to her at all, but I hated the thought of her with anyone else. She was a human that I was obligated to protect for a year and nothing more.  I chose to go the easiest way of protecting her by marking her and being in a relationship with her. No one would bother her with my mark on her neck, I knew she had the wrong idea, but she should know better than to trust a demon. 

She looked amazing tonight but when a set of twin Succubi came up to me while she was dancing I couldn’t help myself. Seeing her dance with my brothers was a perfect distraction for me to have some fun. I follow the succubi to a room in the west wing before having some fun. 

Y/n POV  - 18+ content here 

I wince as I look in  the room and see Lucifer in a compromising position while a second was kissing him. He was clearly enjoying himself and I just pull out my phone and take a small video of him groaning and kissing the succubi.

“You are so much better then Y/n, you're such a good girl” He groans and I stop the video and close the door, Beel just had his jaw dropped. I walked by him tapping him on the shoulder. 

End of 18 + Content 

“Come on Beel” I whisper, pulling him back to the ballroom. Tears were threatening to rundown my face and  I tried to push the feelings away. He stops at the entrance to the hallway and turns to me.  

“Y/n, are you sure you are okay?” Beel looks at me concerned. I shake my head and try to stop the tears starting to run down my face.

“Y/n what's wrong, Demon get away from her!” Luke calls as he comes running up and pushes Beel away from me. 

“Luke it's okay, it's not his fault” I say, wrapping my arms around the demon. Simeon walks up to me. 

“ What happened Y/n” He asked, looking from me to Beel, but while trying to voice what happened the emotions caught up to me and I collapsed against the wall. Simeon and Bell escort me into a living room and sit me on the couch. Luke crawls into my lap as I continue to cry.

“We found Lucifer cheating on Y/n with a couple of Succubi. He is down the hall” Beel explains as my neck starts burning really bad. I whimper and clutch my mark as we hear Lucifer yell loudly. Simeon stares down the hall wide eyed and looks back at me as I clutch my neck.

"Beel is my neck burning because Lucifer is cheating?" I asked, recognizing the burn as one that happens a couple times a week. Beel hangs his head in shame and nods not wanting to look at me. I feel my heart break with this realization. 

"This isn't the first time you felt it is it?" Simeon asks softly sitting next to me and pulling me in for a hug, I shake my head, tears still falling. Luke looks furious and wraps his arms around me. 

“ I am going to get Belphie and let Lord Diavolo know we are going home.” Beel says leaving the room. Simeon wraps his wings around me and softly hums as he holds me. I just held Luke and let everything out, knowing once again I had failed. I knew that I shouldn’t have fallen in love with a demon. Mixing business and pleasure never ends well. Now you have an image of Lucifer you never wanted to see and 6 months left of the exchange program before you can go home and forget. 

“It’s okay Y/n, you're better off without him. I told you never to trust a demon.” Luke softly scolded me, but I could hear the sorrow in his voice as he cuddled up in my arms. Simeon kept his wings out, shielding me from the world so we were in our own little cocoon. 

“Y/n wanna go home and cuddle?” Belphie’s voice cut through the air as he and Beel returned to the room. Simeon wipes my eyes and gives me a kiss on the forehead before lowering his wings. Belphie looked at me curiously and Beel looked worried.

“I didn’t tell him yet what happened, Lord Diavolo and the others know we are leaving and we are taking you home. No one knows why, I just said you got really sick.” Beel explained. I nod and Luke climbs off my lap so I can stand up. I get woozy and almost fall over until Simeon stabilizes me. My neck starts to burn again and I wince at the pain cupping the mark again. Simeon walks me over to Beel and Beel scoops me up and carries me all the way to the House of Lamentation.

 Thankfully we didn’t meet anyone and once we made it back, Beel went into my room and got out some sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt for me to wear. I change while the boys wait outside in the hall. I take off my makeup and put away my accessories. I make sure to hang up the beautiful dress and open my door. Meanwhile Beel fills Belphie in and Belphie gets really mad, hugging me tight and trying not to shift back to his demon form. I crawl into my bed and Beel starts to brush out and play with my hair.  Beel and Belphie whispers to me about how much Lucifer screwed up and that I deserve better. I let my emotions out and cry, feeling safe between the twins. I feel my neck pulsing, but thankfully the burning stops. Tomorrow, I will be strong and move on, but tonight I just needed to heal. 

  After a while I start to feel myself get drowsy and I feel Belphie wrap me up in a blanket. I feel him rub my back and hum softly continuing to lull me deeper into sleep. I let out a few more whimpers before falling into a fitful sleep.    

[foibles-fables]

I see your blogging abt Aloy breaking down and raise you Talanah breaking down (I mean, I really would just like to see it. how they cope. how they support each other. idk. I'm a simple gal, I just want to see them be there for each other)

a HEY BUDDY, I’m gonna answer both of these in one post if that’s cool!

HAHAHA you know exactly how to get to me! Short answer: yes.

Long answer: YEEEEEES.

Okay, real answer:

I'm in full agreement re: both Hawk and Thrush struggling with vulnerability. It's probably a little bit of self-indulgent headcanon/fun (and possible projection, oh no) on my part, but I could envision Talanah having some...anxiety and control issues? if that was a potential direction of development. I mean, she's taken a position of power under a very interesting and difficult circumstance--coming off of three years of a performative tough exterior in an organization in which at least a small majority Very Clearly Does Not Want her. That, of course coupled with all of the knowns and unknowns during Jiran's reign of terror through the Liberation, very likely modulated the way she kept herself (and her trauma response) in check with single-minded pursuit of a specific goal. And as far as coping goes, that's not always for the best.

While her HZD questline wrapped up with an air of satisfying finality...we already know from the comic that the satisfaction wore off. Where that takes us, I can certainly speculate. But I don't want to project any hopes onto HFW, given that we really don't know the extent of her role just yet. LISTEN I hope it's large, she's on the official art, oh god here I go Closer-to or with more info, maybe I'll let myself break my chains and ruin all of your lives and/or embarrass myself with my hollering. For now, I'll leave it at this: I'm not convinced that any potential HFW narrative would dive into her struggles, specifically, as a focal point--as you noted, maybe as more of a foil for Aloy. I do think that Talanah and/or any other returning friends and/or new friends will have a part to play in yanking Aloy out of the despair she's bound for, and back into integrity.

HFW speculation aside, though, this idea you've posed is a pretty constant thought in my own mind (re: shades of the Sunhawk breakdown). It's the hyperfixation It's definitely the reason why I'm indulging in writing this silly thing, as a during-game evaluation of a question posed much later in the comic (with 100% less broody dudes, sorry Amadis you're cool): what do you do when you lay the past to rest? Our girl's got some trauma (the checklist of the dead family, years spent in exile from her home, a dead mentor, sexism that leads to associates wanting her dead, too, both in word and in action), and when she becomes Sunhawk? The entirety of her sublimation endgame is met and...then what's left standing between her and any of the response that she's maybe stamped down? The idea of true- or false-closure and being jolted out of control has me by the throat with this one, and integrating her into a few late-game plot lines is a REALLY fun way to frame it. [also more is coming soon, promise, oops, some Real Life angst has left me less capable of writing fictional angst as of late but APPARENTLY we back, babeeyyy]

ANYWAY, cool beans, I've spoken A Lot here about a side character with ~25 total minutes of plot relevance thus far. And spoken way too much about my own pursuits surrounding it, please don't perceive me ha ha ha i'm going to go walk into the woods for a little while

[professional-bts-simp]

Birthday Debacle

Choi Yeonjun x Reader

Summary: One of the happiest days can turn into the worst one really fast.

Genre: Angst, some fluff at the ned

Warnings: Sad times, overthinking, implications of sex, Yeonjun being a dummy, but also kinda cute

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The sun peeked over the horizon on this extraordinary day, well extraordinary for you at least, it was finally your birthday and you couldn't wait to spend it with the people you love. Squirming around in bed you felt an incredible amount of heat behind you, turning your body towards the source of the heat you smiled at the other body that was lying beside you. He was peacefully sleeping, his face covered in yellow locks. You reached out your hand towards them, your fingers playing with his soft locks until he stirred in his sleep, opening his pretty brown eyes.

He gave you a bright smile, despite it being morning. You learned that your boyfriend wasn't really a morning person and you can't say you were one either, your eyes couldn't help but glance down at his teeth, you once joked that his teeth are so white they might blind you and he hasn't let it go ever since. Now he's even a little shit about it, teasing you by smiling and saying "You better put sunglasses on".

Now if you were wondering why today was so extraordinary and special it's because it was your birthday, your boyfriend hasn't said anything about it neither has he hinted he had something planned, but you knew he would. He wouldn't forget something so important.

You felt goosebumps arise on your skin as Yeonjun traced the outline of your body with his soft fingertips, a little shiver ran through your body as his fingers danced over your hip making you momentarily ticklish. He stopped his fingers and flattened his hand on your bare thigh giving it a little squeeze. 

"Last night was fun." Yeonjun's morning voice was deep and kind of gruff, yet you loved it nonetheless, if not more than his usual but you might just be biased. There was a teasing manner to his voice, an implication of last night's activities between you two.

"It really was," you smiled while kissing the tip of his nose. Moving closer to Yeonjun you put your head against his bare chest, listening peacefully to his heartbeat and focusing on his breathing as it elevated your head ever so slightly. Nothing was more perfect than this, lying in bed with your boyfriend, cuddling and snuggling together.

"I should get up to go shower." You mumble against the smooth skin of his neck, nose brushing against it as you took a deep breath of his scent. He always smelled so good, no matter if he was back from practise or if he washed himself, Yeonjun just had this specific smell that could calm you down even in the most stressful days. His chest moved up and down as he laughed, pressing a quick kiss against your forehead Yeonjun whispered, "Then get up and go shower babygirl."

You mumbled something incoherent but Yeonjun guessed you said "too lazy". He thought you were the cutest person to ever walk the earth no matter how many times Huening Kai protested that he was the cutest. Yeonjun loved you so much, and he showed it to you every day. By waking you up in the morning so you can go to your classes, sending goodnight and good morning texts, cooking for you, taking care of you when you're sick, you could name a million things he does for you and you are grateful for each and every one of them.

You opened your eyes again as you felt your bangs move from your forehead, "Let's get up babygirl." Was the thing Yeonjun said before throwing the blankets off your bodies and standing up. In his birthday suit. Butt-naked. 

Averting your eyes from Yeonjun's naked glorious body, you felt your face heat up, no matter how long you've been together, no matter how intimate you two get you'll always get flustered whenever he compliments you or flirts with you or when you think of him in an intimate way or any other way. He's a flirt and he knows it.

Picking up the T-Shirt, which he wore last night, from the floor you put it on so you weren't walking around in your birthday suit like your crackhead boyfriend. Walking towards the bathroom, looking like a double dead zombie, you try opening the door only to see it was locked. Knocking on it you heard Yeonjun's voice from the inside, "Yeeeeees?" You giggled at his silliness, "Honey are you going to be long? I need to shower."

"Yes I'm going to shower."

"But I said I'd do it first." You pointed a finger at your chest despite him not being able to see you, you heard feet shuffling and the door unlocking. Yeonjun's head popped out, his teeth biting his plump lips and his marker yellow hair over his eyes. "Well I got here first." He gave you a smirk to which you crossed your arms over your chest giving him a stern one back. Yeonjun's smirk only got wider as he moved closer whispering, "We could shower together."

Your face burst into flames immediately, your confident stance crumbling under his hungry gaze as your eyes downcast to the floor. Of course you weren't opposed to the idea of it, but what if you slipped and fell? Or got shampoo in your eyes? Or got water in your nose? Or-

"Baby?" Yeonjun's voice pulled you from your overthinking, snapping your eyes from the floor back to his which still held the same desire and lust but mixed with worry at your quiet state. Not trusting your own voice you nod weakly, his big hand engulfing yours as he led you to the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind you.

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Closing your laptop you rub your eyes to relieve them of the light you have been staring at for a few hours now, school was completely kicking your ass, but you wouldn't trade it for anything. Glancing at your phone for the one hundredth and one time in the past few hours, you frown at it again. No texts from Yeonjun. No calls. No nothing. You felt tears sprung against your eyes but you managed to contain them, just like how you were doing every time you checked. 

The same thoughts kept entering your mind. 

Did he forget your birthday? 

The ache in your chest only seemed to worsen the more you thought about it. Deciding to ignore and forget the loneliness you felt and take some action against it you call Soobin. Yeonjun said he'd be hanging out with his members, so they should know where he is for so long. 

After three rings Soobin picked up.

"Yeeeees," his cheery voice cut through the phone making you momentarily smile. 

"Hi Soobin, it's me." You heard him chuckle with an obvious 'duh'. 

"What's up?" There was shuffling on the other end as you guessed he moved from one place to another.

"Well I wanted to ask what you boys are up to."

Soobin went into explanation about how Taehyun and Kai are playing games while Beomgyu and him were getting ready to watch a movie. Your eyebrows were pulled into confusion, "And Yeonjun?"

"What about Yeonjun?"

"Well what is he doing?" There was silence on the other side for a few seconds, you could picture Soobin held the same confused face you and moments ago. "Yeonjun isn't here. He told us he'd be hanging with you today."

Now this was going from weird to suspicious. Why would Yeonjun tell you one thing and tell his members the other? You weren't one to accuse of cheating so that was way down your list, but it was very strange. "OH!" Soobin yelled into the phone loudly causing you to move it from your ear, "Happy birthday by the way." You heard a chorus of 'happy birthday' from the other boys which made you muster on a sad smile.

"Thanks Soobin, so far you're the first one to say that." And with that you hung up.

You flung yourself across the bed, arm covering your eyes as you let the stream of tears, you've been holding in all day, to finally fall down. 

Only one question was floating in your head.

Does he even care?

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

It has been five hours since you called Soobin and fourteen hours since you saw Yeonjun. A quick glance at the clock showed you it was now exactly a minute past 10 p.m.

Throughout the day you once again received no messages, no calls from your alleged boyfriend, you were very much doubting every word he told you about how he'll always be here for you, always take care of you, always make you feel better, but at this moment he was the reason for all your sadness.

The faint sound of door opening and closing speed up your heart rate. You suddenly felt nervous and fidgety. You didn't know if it was nerves from finally seeing him or nervous from knowing you'll have to confront him. Hearing the footsteps coming closer to the bedroom increased the sudden anxiety in your body. Yeonjun's handsome face emerged from the other side which made you smile slightly. 

Okay now focus, you're here to chew his ass out, not fawn over how pretty he is, no matter how fucking beautiful he was. You told yourself as you straightened your back and moved to sit criss-cross on the bed, eyes trained on him. 

Yeonjun's eyes widened as he saw you sitting on the bed, "Um, uh baby hi, I thought you'd be sleeping." You hate to admit it, but he looked somewhat guilty and all those insecurities and horrible thoughts you'd been pushing down came crashing down on you all in one.

"You know I don't sleep at this time." Your voice was distant and cold as Yeonjun picked up upon it and his face fell for a moment at your harsh tone, for a moment you felt guilty, but only a moment. This was your special day, it was your birthday and you couldn't even get a measly 'happy birthday' text from him.

Getting up from the bed you take a few steps towards him, "Where were you?" 

He cleared his throat before going over to the chair you threw all your stuff at and putting on the T-Shirt he slept in, "I told you, I was with the guys."

You scoffed. "That's a fucking lie. I called Soobin and he told me you didn't even come by them."

If you had to describe Yeonjun's expression it truly would be deer caught in headlights. He seemed stumped for an answer to your exposure of him and his lies, he cleared his throat, looking you directly in the eyes as he said, “You’re right. I wasn’t with the guys.” You felt another batch of tears coming up so you turned away from him and put your hand over your mouth to muffle your cries. You didn’t know what to think now, should you give him a chance to explain? Should you throw him out? Break up with him?

“If you weren’t with them where were you?” You had to stop yourself from asking who he was with.

“I was out, in a bar.”

“Why?”

Yeonjun sighed, you could hear his footsteps as he moved closer to you, “I wanted to be alone. The company has been putting a lot of pressure on us, we have been working harder and getting stressed more often. I just wanted a day away, a day only for myself.”

“Do you know which day today is?” Your voice was only but a whisper, you were scared to know the answer he will give to your question.

“Yeah it’s Friday, May 15th.”

Yeonjun suddenly got very quiet, the cogs in his brain turning slowly. “May 15th, oh my god it’s May 15th, your birthday.” With no warning he slammed his chest into your back momentarily knocking you off balance, arms squeezing you tightly, his face pressed into your hair.

“I’m so stupid, baby, oh God I’m stupid,” he turned you around and began attacking your face in kisses, giving one big final kiss to your lips, “fuck baby I’m an idiot!” He kissed you again and again, hoping and begging you to forgive him for being such a forgetful asshole. Yeonjun's face was swarming in tears, seemingly unable to stop falling as he cradled your face in his hands, rubbing your cheeks with his thumbs.  

"You are stupid and you are an idiot," you gave a laugh, "but you're my stupid idiot."

His face and eyes lightened up, now hopeful, "So you forgive me?"

You slowly grabbed his warm hands to hold in your own smaller ones, "I will admit I am still pretty mad, you did forget it after all." You gave him a sad look, a one which he reciprocated. 

Suddenly it seemed like something struck him, his expression growing happier by the second. Yeonjun gave you a quick peck on the lips and dashed straight for the living room. There was rummaging heard from inside of it for some seconds then he walked out, holding his hands behind his back. He stood in front of you, a small smile playing on his very handsome face. Yeonjun bit his lips nervously, glancing at the ground before making direct eye contact with you.

"Princess, I know I forgot your birthday and I feel terrible for it, but I love you so fucking much and I promise to be your personal butler for a week and that is only half of my apology gift. The other half is," he brought his hands in front of him, small black box in hand, "this." As Yeonjun said that he opened the box, a beautiful shiny silver ring stood in the middle of it.

Covering your face with your hands you laugh as tears of joy start falling from your eyes. You uncover your face to gaze upon the ring and your boyfriend, feeling an incredible amount of joy and love seeping out your heart.

"I've bought this a month before your birthday and planned on giving it to you, but like a dumbass I forgot." He chuckled.

"Now this isn't an engagement ring, but it is a promise ring," Yeonjun took it out of the box and he held it between his slender fingers, turning it around for you to see all of it, "and I promise to be the best boyfriend for you, to take care of you and to love you unconditionally every second of every day." He kissed the ring and slowly taking your hand he slid it on your finger. Upon closer look you could see the words 'I love you' engraved onto it.

You threw your arms around his neck, burying your face in his shoulder, Yeonjun immediately hugging you back as you sobbed out, "I love you too." And with that you forgave him.

[cas-kingdom]

Ok so for the ask could u literally do every single one for B M B? Because that story is my fave (and I miss it sm) And I wanna know the bts 😍😍 (ok if not btw there’s a lot so I understand!)

Omg yes this is a big one so a huuuge pat on the back to everyone who reads it😂 (couldn’t answer the bonus questions as I needed more for those but I hope these are okay!)

What was the motivation behind the story?

Well, I’ve always written Sherlock reader fanfiction, and I was just so interested with the idea of reader and Mycroft’s relationship evolving after Sherlock’s death. I had so many ideas surrounding it that a one-shot just didn’t seem enough, so I planned a big story and here we are!

What was your favorite part?

My favourite parts are unashamedly the sweet and fluffy parts ;) Especially when Mycroft & reader spent Christmas and Sherlock’s birthday together... those were so lovely to write and definitely a break from all the angst lol.

What was the hardest part?

Hmm... the part I’m writing at the moment is pretty hard. Mainly because it’s just focusing on reader and her time at school with her friends and all which, to be quite frank, I find boring to write considering there’s no Mycroft soo.... there’s your explanation for why the next chapter hasn’t yet been written! XD (Soon, guys, soon!)

What was the feeling it mood you were going for?

Mainly the fluffy family feel, you know? John’s still there, and his and reader’s relationship is to dieee for... as is reader and Mycroft’s! But we of course have the angsty feels though... shown in basically all of Sherlock’s scenes as we can see how much he’s missing his lil sis. :(

Who was your intended audience?

Anyone with a love for the show and Mycroft, really! I didn’t think I’d get many readers considering it’s mainly a Mycroft-centric story, but the response has been pretty great. Glad to know I’m not the only one who thought (and still thinks!) there’s a lack of Mycroft fics in our fandom lol.

Was there one scene you were building up to/knew you had to get just right?

Well, yes... but I haven’t reached it yet! It’s not so much a spoiler so I can tell you it’s reader and Sherlock’s reunion. That has to be absolutely perfect. 2 years is a long time and a looot will have happened in their years apart - for them both. This scene will be a bitch to write but I’m sooo looking forward to it!

What were you thinking when you wrote it?

‘It’ being the scene above or the whole story? If it’s the scene above, then as I said I haven’t written it yet, but undoubtedly I’ll be thinking a hell of a lot while I write it. :,) If the whole story... I think a lot of things. Mainly ‘oh shit this is cute’ and ‘oh shit this is sad’ and ‘oh shit my poor readers’.

Were there any tv shows, books, or movies that influenced this verse, if any?

Oh, I really wonder. #Sherlocklol

Was there a clear character arch you wanted____ character to go on?

Hell yes! For all my characters! For Mycroft, I wanted him to grow to be more ‘human’, if you will. For reader, I wanted her to mature and consequently make the reunion that bit harder considering the amount she will have grown. For John, I wanted to show his grieving journey as well as reader’s, and also tell my story of how he and Mary met (yeeeeees I cannot wait for that). And, probably most importantly, for Sherlock, I wanted to show how he dealt throughout those 2 years. It must have been extremely difficult for him as it was in the show, but adding a beloved little sister to the mix makes it all the more hard. Ahh. Angst.

Were there any scenes you were nervous about? For audience reception or otherwise?

I don’t think so... perhaps the scenes coming up in future chapters that deal with reader’s mental health.

Did you consider killing off any of the characters? Did you?

I meeeannn.....

Did you title your chapters? Which title do you like best?

Yes, I title all my chapters! Not sure how many of you noticed but each chapter is a song title. I think my favourite would have to be  ‘Un Nouveau Soleil’, which means ‘A New Sun’, perfectly symbolising the turn slowly taking place in both reader and Mycroft’s lives. Also a beautiful song that you can listen to here.

Was there symbolism/motifs you worked in?

None I can think of, though knowing me there are probably a lot in there.

Did you have a playlist/piece of music that went with this story?

Basically the song that I took each chapter title from! If you listen to each song, the chapter revolves around it. I chose each one for what it represents for the chapters. :)

Do you want to write something like this again in the future?

Probably not lmao. I’m not sure how you could fit this kind of story into another fandom! But I’ll definitely write more multi-chapters.

Did readers influence change any part of this story?

Not yet!! Though they probably will! ;) I only have planned chapters up to 25 or so and there will be more than that.

Would you go back and change anything if you could?

I don’t think so? Not yet, at least.

What’s a scene/paragraph you’re proud of?

I like this one from chapter 5!

‘A large oak tree stood tall and proud a few metres away from the newest grave in the yard. Its green leaves and brown branches swayed in the light breeze, residual raindrops clinging to the buds and falling every so often. The canopy of leaves easily sheltered the man hiding behind it, black coat collar turned up against the wind. His messy curls were flying about his face, but his blue-green eyes were still able to see it perfectly. Hear it perfectly. Every word was like a knife to his heart; a painful reminder that this was the last time he would see you in God only knew how long.

He took in a shaky breath before shutting his wet eyes. “Take care, little sister.”

And with that, he turned his back and left.’

What was the best piece of encouragement you got? 

Well... every single positive bit of feedback I receive for this story is my encouragement, so thanks you guys!! You all keep me and BMB (and all my other fics!) going.<3

Did you learn anything while writing it? About yourself? Writing?

That dealing with a loved one’s death is hard to write about. Experiencing it in real life is even worse, and in a way that helped me write the scenes where it shows any kind of grieving. It’s tough.

Any writing advice for people who want to write something like this?

Just go for it. Don’t let people have a go at you or be negative for YOUR fanfic. It’s called fanfiction for a reason. People write for themselves and for the people who they know will enjoy it ONLY. Don’t worry about anyone else. They have no business harassing you for writing a fictional story you’re not getting paid for. :) Good luck!

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