#excited about themmm

[asmogorna]

Ok so for the last couple days ive been ill in the head about The Black Parade as mcr's alter ego/characters and i wanted to share some thoughts i had so far :3

It doesnt align with the canon lore that we have (i didnt really use it for reference at least) so it can be viewed as some sort of an au

I dont know if im gonna give them new names that just sound similar to the names of mcr themselves, so for now i will be referring to them by the names of the band members

So far I've been thinking about the typical "chosen by fate" scenario, where the characters lives lead them through a path for a specific cause

So

Post WW2 England

5 kids under their own circumstances witness a big parade (I will be doing some research and see if it could be some kind of victory celebration parade? It's just that I'm not sure if England had those. Not that I'm aiming for historical accuracy atp it's simple curiosity)

The kids get heavily impacted by that event and carry on (ha) that memory throughout their life

Now to the specifics of the characters cus by God they all gave me a headache

Heads up: they're all british orphans lol

Frank and Bob are students/residents in a Christian orphan school, and later on in life are priests in the town church

The reason why is that they both have badges on their uniform with crosses that could be associated with christianity

(I couldn't find any info about what exactly certain design details could be referencing, so ig it's up to interpretation)

The military theme in Gerard and Mikey's costumes will be explored on later (Mikey's medal could be either The Victoria Cross or The Distinguished Flying Cross, and the symbol on Gerard's shoulder is most likely the Order Of The Garter star)

And I couldn't figure out what to do w Ray, because I'm not sure if his uniform design details reference anything specific 🤷🏾🤷🏾🤷🏾

Now, Gerard and Mikey lost their father to war, and their mother passed away when they were both very young

And after that they ended up in the same orphanage as Ray, befriending him and finding out about their shared passion for music

This doodle was made abt that specifically <3

Later on in early adulthood they decide to start a cabaret band, in which Frank and Bob both join them later, deciding to leave their priest lives behind (partially because iirc both of them kinda fanboyed their way into the band irl lol)

After receiving little recognition, the band decides to take a train to America, to try their luck there. With a lot of hope and determination

That, sadly, doesn't last for long, for the train crushes with no survivors on board

The group crawls out of the collapsed train in their no longer physical forms. Yet, even after their death, they still have a desire to move forward. And that desire, though thoughtlessly, forces them to go forward. The souls of all the other people who lost their lives to the train accident follow them, through the landscape that no longer feels like earth

They then reach the end

Walking in one by one people disappear, finding their own peace and meeting their own finish line

After it's done, The Black Parade now have officially made themselves into what they're supposed to be. Gaining a new purpose and a new sort of life

I got too poetic for my own good here I fear .. anyway

Their job now is to lead the lost and the forgotten to the afterlife

They could be referred to as some kind of a grim reaper, I guess

I'm still thinking about adding more to the story, and maybe I will change some things, but so far this is all I can share really !! I hope if you've read this far you found this entertaining .. this is all for the satisfaction of my urges so I might or might not have too much fun w it in the future :3

The story was mainly inspired by this specific post from Gerard himself, because i liked the concept a lot ..

Also

She's gonna be here as a separate character too probably...... Cus I'm self indulgent and I love the ideas bubbling in my brain

[rottenaero]

Ronance headcanons?

I’m so glad you asked!

I think they’d have a pretty chaotic household, or apartment, not necessarily messy but Robin and Nancy are strict on their schedules and I think anytime they don’t wake up to their alarm, they spend about ten minutes running around and almost knocking into each other as they try to get ready( Which I think leads to a fair share of throwing on pants and shirts that aren’t theirs and having to deal with it because they need to go.)

It’s a gamble what kind of music is playing whenever they pull up somewhere,-(And yes I think Robin plays passenger princess,, we all saw how her driving in Rebel Robin was)-Sometimes it’ll be a queen tape, sometimes the soundtrack to Aristocats, The Cure, Madonna. They listen to anything and everything.

They both LOVE watching Disney movies, The Lady and the Tramp being a personal favorite that Robin will try- and fail- at making spaghetti and garlic bread for any time they watch it. Nancy still eats it anyway, even though the bread is burnt and the noodles are chewy.

Robin adores strawberry flavored food, doesn’t give a shit about it being artificial or not, and Nancy isn’t too much of a sweets person, doesn’t even really like strawberry all that much, but if Robin asks if she wants to split a shake? You know damn well Nance will split a shake with her.

Nancy will show up at home with some dog she found on the street any given day, and Robin never says no to letting her keep any of them, because really, what’s some allergies to that happy smile and the baby-voice she uses to talk to the dogs? (She does, however, say no to the cat, because even five feet away from it she starts sneezing up a storm.)

[ngmn2002]

THIS THING THIS THING THIS THING THIS THINGGGGG!! OMG OMG OMG!!!!!! I'M DREAMING RIGHTTTTTTT???????????

Yes! Yes! Yes! Yessssssssss!!!!!!!!!!

Perfect!!!

love how they are leaning into each other so casually. how adorable! ... or is it actually Tsu who is leaning into big bro who really doesn't mind and is pleased with that, even? still adorable! I can imagine them doing that exercise... that I forgot the name of at the moment......the one where 2 take turns in bearing the weight of each other on their backs alternately….they are energetic and into sports after all, right?

Ahhhh!!!! ♪ ♫

Friends as in actual friends or music notes-friends???? If it was the first one... that's a huge information, compared to what we know about present Tsukasa..... past Tsukasa is a huge deal for real. I was confused about what Amane noted in ch 101 about "Tsukasa's classmates looking for him" ... but maybe it's actually true.....?

Oooooooooooh!!!!!!!! Cute... cute.. cuteeeeeeee!!!! he just loves little brother too much... how sweet.... maybe he also feels... jealous of those 'freinds'? hey... am I still your big bro, lil bro?

That's... uh..... what's my fiction Tsukasa doing here? I usually tend to write him this way... so cool to see him like this in canon too! you love to see a little bit of a tease little brother!!!

hmmmm..... casually stating facts.... love his expression... it sounds as if he is just stating a matter of fact using.. yes! his sing-song voice. ehhhhh...... anyway.....

cute... lovely... sweet... amazing... adorable... everythig!!!

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He means this! he was talking about music notes-friends all along..........

Now, that we know Amane is not a good singer....

Yup, that makes sense! let me hear your voice "Mr. Not tone deaf"!!!!! pleaseeeee!!!!

Ehh... Tsu said this right? ........ wow. kind of smug. cool to see him the one going like this... I want more of him this way. past Tsu is really soemthing..... ooooooh..... Though, it all sounds like a misunderstanding on their sides... that ended up creating a funny little situation! Why should it be inside that clock though.... the location.. eh... whatever... it's cool to see them!!! That's what matters!!!

[kanene-yaaay]

Hi it's me, the anon with the sending hcs ask! I finally got to finish reading the last book rn and like.... was anyone gonna tell me that WWX canonically reaches out to tickle below LWJ's chin several times???

And yes ofc LWJ doesn't react but still-

Anyway now I can't stop thinking about it, about how LWJ might react to it if he let's go of his self-control enough to let himself act on that knee-jerk impulse (which would be easiest for him when drunk, in canon, but also hear me out.... what if incredibly sleep-deprived LWJ who just doesn't care about controlling his facial expressions anymore if only his husband will finally deign to stop bouncing around and come to bed)

I think WWX would probably suffer a heart attack if the habitual little tease of reaching out to tickle LWJ under his chin would result in LWJ shivering and tucking his chin down and swaying back slightly with the corners of his mouth quivering. Especially if, flustered by his own "inappropriately unrestrained" reaction, LWJ refused to meet WWX's eyes and respond to his teasing beyond quiet hums like that'd hide his pink ears or the way his chin keeps twitching down whenever WWX starts to reach out towards his face. WWX would have a field day with the knowledge that he can make his husband struggle to keep his composure with such a small, innocent touch - especially once he discovers that drawing his fingertips up and over LWJ blush-warm ears actually makes his perfect posture falter because he can't help but twitch away from the horribly soft tickle,,

If you can't tell I'm going insane and I'm having to hold myself back from writing a whole essay on this in your askbox - I hope you enjoy my little brainstorm session though :D!

I ALMOST SCREAMED WHEN I DISCOVERED ABOUT THAT LIL TICKLE UNDER THE CHIN like aaaa!! Can you imagine? The very own HuangJun, quiet, controlled and calm being undone by a few tickles?

I love the idea you just brought with extremely tired Lan Zhan feeling comfortable enough to just let go around his dear husband and Wei Wuxian, being the GREMLIN he is, using that to his favor to tease and push (lovely) his buttons, going for that usual lil tickle and not expecting much, except that this time his lover's eyes get wider and a quiet huff escape his lips before he can stop it and now Wei Wuxian is looking at him with playfully dangerous gaze. He just got a taste of the melodious, beautiful laughter of his husband and he wants to listen to it again. Cue the usual shenanigans between these two being silly and so much in love.

Tickling Lan Zhan, I imagine, is always an unclear adventure. You never know if in the next second it will be him snickering and laughing under palyful fingers or you being lost in laughter and joy as he decides to end thsi game. Wei Wuxian is always more than happy to take this gamble, tho.

Also!!!!! YOU ARE! SO! FREAKING RIGHT!!!! Gosh, look, look. Those blushy ears are the cutest thing ever! All I can imagine is WWX getting absolutely endeared by how red Lan Zhan's ears are and then he decided to ATTACK this very spot with all the light traces and soft scribbles and loving kisses and playful nibbles, which only makes them redder, of course, which makes WWX want to tickle them more, which makes them red-

You get it.

Besides! How adorable that Lan Zhan can't hide both his ears and smile at the same time so Wei Wuxian takes turns in teasing him about both of them and snickering when that makes Lan Zhan falter and try to decide which one he must hide now. To imagine he getting all smiley and quiet (this part of him answering his husband with hums when he teases him is EVERYTHING TO ME) and Wei Wuxian just having so much fun and they both enjoying each other and being sweet and cute auuugh, my heart can't take it

[fightwing]

he doesn't look when the door opens. something he's been trying to train out of, actually, with the titans. while (some) of them haven't blatantly said it . . . dick knows he can be . . . HIGH STRUNG. sometimes. that he can make mountains out of mole hills or any of the twenty other sayings alfred sometimes says. BUT HE RECOGNIZES THAT. files it away like he would any other training feedback. tries, fails, and then tries again to be better with every stuttering step. it's @roysenal. speedy. roy harper. he knows because he can't (and won't) ever be the kind of person who can just turn on and off that bat vigilance, but he'd like to think it's a testament to his willpower that he's not obsessing over it like usual. dick doesn't turn from the screen when he says " wonder girl, aqualad and bumblebee are in the training center. " dick ( ROBIN, here. only robin.) trained earlier this morning, and he was . . . expecting a call from his mentor any minute now after their most recent mission. robin's masked eyes move to roy then. assessing a bit at the trailing thought of mentor's. " and uh, flash picked up kf a little earlier. " so it was just them. something about that scratched at dick. poked him like there was some deeper meaning he was meant to understand. analyze, like his mentor might. and instead, dick feels a bit childish when all he can focus on is W H Y kf left. something about the combination causes dick to continue, with a carefully neutral tone. " flash said he wanted to take wally out for 'victory snacks'. said he deserved it after a job well done. "

[agent-gladhand]

Merch Update!

All orders for the patches have shipped and tracking numbers have been sent out!!! Everyone state-side should be getting them this weekend! Very excited to have made the patches and looking forward to you all enjoying them, thank you for being interested in the silly thing I made, it's made me really excited and confident in the idea of doing more merch in the future! (I may or may not have some ideas already drafted for possible stickers/pins/charms but that will likely have to wait until I move this summer since I'd be working with manufactuers for those and need to look into that more, VERY EXCITED FOR THOSE IDEASSS!)

I hope everyone who ordered a patch enjoys them, and feel free to @ me with pics when you do, I'd love to see them! Thank you again!

[coffeetothepeople]

Quick Princess Mononoke redraw of Bee and Jer Bear since this perfectly encapsulates their relationship

[othercrossee]

Cuz I'm so excited to draw the rest of the brothers I forgor

[narwhalandchill]

hello i may have made it clear that i love this post already but. inhales. there's more to it too at least when you have My brainrot on the subject so let me add some of my musings to the OST thing too

so like, firstly, something that's just genuinely rent free for me and has been Since the narwhal has been a thing is just straight up the fact that childe's third phase is literally. called. "wrath of monoceros caeli". wrath of the celestial narwhal. when story-wise it is made very clear (they even double down on hammering it home when the track is played in the first genshin concert) that this scene. this phase of the fight during the liyue AQ. is EXPLICITLY about his individual outburst directed straight at us. his rage at thinking we have played him for a fool and gotten to the gnosis first.

HIS wrath. the song that they composed to showcase HIS emotion and rage. is called the wrath of the CELESTIAL NARWHAL.

like i keep joking about the same entity allegations going undodged between ajax and his narwhal but. holds head in hands JUST LOOK AT THIS. they could've called it the wrath of the harbinger or the young lord or the warrior or whatever the hell. wrath of the all-conquering tide. etc. but they called it the wrath of monoceros caeli. they pretty much made it so that "celestial narwhal" is essentially a SYNONYM. for childe ajax tartaglia in this occasion. this kills me irl

then there's the very clear whale sonar featured in the song too - not just the way the OST in general features very whalesong-adjacent sounds, but straight up clicks starting at 1.53 and the nature of those. because the only other OST that has featured explicit whale sonar motifs is silhouette of catastrophe AKA narwhal stomach phase.

(it's a whole thing there. TLDR with the beats and specific patterns of sonar used there they literally created the OST equivalent of "toothed whale aggressively hunts you down for sport in the dark and is About To Close In On You" as a sound. it's so sick i could talk about it forever. whereas in wrath of monoceros caeli the clicks are a lot more neutral, inquisitive almost, the kind a whale will use just to scope things out. was his narwhal lowkey checking in on him through their connection upon sensing his outburst of emotion? tbf this is just me reaching but kjwdjkdwjkwdjk it's such a rent free concept i love to think about it being a thing)

but like. isn't it so curious how whale sonar has been invoked in so few occasions and they wanted to feature it in the song about childe and his wrath in the golden house... like what does it meann.

(also if it was his sonar purely during wrath of monoceros caeli. why wouldn't it have been hostile and explicitly predatory the way the narwhal's sonar is during silhouette of catastrophe? Curious.)

and then YEAH lightless dissonance is just. wrath of monoceros caeli 2: electric boogaloo it's wild. and yeah sure people can argue about it being just because childe's About to show up but methinks there's more to it. they invoked the narwhal by name and through whalesong and sonar in a song about ajax' wrath. by this point i think the argument at best is that they're a package deal lmao

but like. a thing i keep thinking about with lightless dissonance is the way that initially the parts of wrath of monoceros caeli being included in the track when only the narwhal's appeared are childe's parts of the song that he doesn't share with any other harbinger's OST. and then it's only when ajax appears that the fatui leitmotif part of the OST appears. and i can't help but wonder if that's the difference there.

like the parts that play before ajax appears in foul legacy and before the leitmotif kicks in. are the parts of the OST that are about the constellation of monoceros caeli and that they both share and embody. because like, yeah that sound is building up to childe's jumpscare teleport appearance for sure, but that is ALSO the sound they CHOSE for when the narwhal is soloing neuvillette and about to enjoy a delicious french buffet. which is so curious to me. they purposefully had them share that sound. and had it fade out the second the narwhal dives back into the primordial sea and by that point it's only the fatui leitmotif playing.

anyway this will be haunting me for the next 3 years. hoyo give us answers

I want whatever the All Devouring Narwhal and Tartaglia have because damn.

The new OST release made me gave me another smack of how intertwined they are when the Narwhal makes it's appearance. Tartaglia's boss third phase is all over that track. Sure, you could argue that it's because his Foul Legacy makes an appearance and the motif does make an appearance when he comes onto the scene but christ.

There's something about a trans-dimensional creature being irrevocably bound to a mortal like Childe. Are they eldritch soulmates? Are they kindred? Two sides of a very strange coin? Is one impacting the other more? I don't know but it hits.

[artbysjv]

still thinking about THEMMM I AM SO EXCITED FOR OPLA SEASON 2

[razzle-n-dazzle]

hello, friend!! i saw your adam hcs and i loveddd themmm!! i was hoping to request smth if that’s okay? could we get lucifer with a reader who also struggles with depression like he does (it’s mentioned in episode five if you didn’t know!!) and maybe reader had a practically rough week and gets home from work and just breaks down in tears, and luci find a way to cheer them up? either fem! or gn! reader if that’s chill, tysm for taking your time to consider this even if you don’t get to it!!

— 🪽anon

ᯓ★ "Give Your Corpse Some Smile Lines." Lucifer / Reader | Oneshot TW! Read at your own risk and comfortability! | talks about depression, suicidal topics/actions, overdosing topics/actions, reader breaking down, hurt to comfort, self destruction, abuse

ᯓ There are days and weeks, sometimes months and years, that prolonged like time, made it appear like it no longer moved and served a purpose. Like time was nothing but a feign idea that was made to torture everyone and anyone who dared think about it, who dared to calculate how it traveled and how long it took to pass a minute. And some days it made people want to break, and some day it made people want to kill other people, and some days it made people overjoyed, and some days it made people excited, and some days it made people nervous, and some days. . . It made you want to die.

ᯓ To be killed in the most brutal fashion known to man, to explode in a death either as silent as taking your own life in your own home or as bright and fantastic as the explosion of fire works. Time for you was never a friend and it continued to taunt you after you had died, overdosing on the pain medication you were prescribed after a horrible accident. Horrific! You had heard people call you, friends and family, after they saw the state of your decaying body after being rammed by a truck who lost control. Monstrous! None of them chose to stay around, none chose to help you when you were at your weakest and worst, when you could barely help yourself. And all you had done back then was help them! Was care for them! Be there for them at any time of the day whenever they needed, whenever they wanted, whenever they asked or called or texted or shouted or pleaded or-

ᯓ And it was a coward move, you were sure. Weak, many would call it, blasphemous and you were sure it was why you never got into Heaven despite having done everything in your power to be okay, to be the perfect person everyone wanted, to be good. But one night, when everything was moving too slow and no one seemed to blink twice at your presence, you would take your own life in silence. To overdose on your own pills, both praying it wouldn't work but gain the attention of someone yet also praying it would kill you and finally let you live in peace. In a world of black nights where you didn't have to open your eyes no longer, where time wouldn't be creeping over your shoulder, where nothing would hurt anymore because dammit. . . everything hurt.

ᯓ IT ALL FUCKING HURT.

ᯓ And then you ended in hell, and then you realized this would be your life . . . and then you realized you were still stuck with your worst enemy of all: Time. Forever stuck in an eternity after life, forever stuck here by yourself, forever being another face in the crowd or another person on the street for people to pass by and not think about twice. Someone. Just someone! Not even someone, no one. Just a shell, just a person decaying on the streets, decaying for all to see. A pitiful show.

ᯓ You could hardly remember when you met Lucifer; Maybe you were down on your luck one day and was eating cold Ramen out of the streets and he took pity to sit by you, to talk to you. Maybe it was when you were at a bar, downing another drink to forget the fact that you were chained down here, chained to your enemy, chained to your eternity of a never ending moment of the hands of time. Maybe you were working your minimum wage job to barely survive, or maybe you bumped into him. You memory hadn't always been good, party due to your own mental health and a constant flight or fight response, yet you had always knew life to be so bleak before you had met him. And then one day, everything was slightly a bit more okay. And slowly everything was a little more barrable; Even just slightly.

ᯓ And maybe a life can be handled in eternity, and you didn't have to be alone anymore . . .

ᯓ Yet, no matter how much anyone wished, love cannot fix all problems. Love can teach you how to heal, love can teach you how to live, love can teach you how to handle everything inside of you in a better manner than self destruction. But love cannot instantly fix everything wrong with you; You should have realized that sooner.

ᯓ You lived a life nothing short of a fairy tale for the last few months, living life alongside a partner who you could share the weight of the world with. Who felt comfortable enough to share the weight of the world with you. Where in the days you both laughed and played, pushing and pulling each other, peppering kissing on skin and longing ones on the lips. And at night you cuddled against each other, both with the fear of losing, both with longing, both just enjoying the company you now had, that you could now share. You've already shared tears, concerns, worries, troubles. You've both been vulnerable under the other's eyes, staining shirts under the other's careful and cradling hug, broken down and rushed out apologies. You've already both taken care of each other, took your time and held patience with each other and you both tried to heal the broken pieces of one another. Most would call it a disaster, a tragedy, yet for you both . . . it was like some sort of twisted hope, knowing you were no longer alone in your self deprecation. Knowing that even if either of you tried to self destruct everything around you, tried to gain that control that's slipping away, tried to push the other away, they would understand and be there. That in the end of the day you had someone to crawl to.

ᯓ Yet even with constant oxygen and wood, a fire can still grow dim in it's own silence and try to snuff itself out.

ᯓ This week had been long, it had dragged you by the heels and you could no longer put the energy to fight against it's slowing seconds. Working a minimum wage job, even after Lucifer had told you that you never had to again (yet you continued to do so for some sort of feeling of schedule and stability), that you hated and wished you could quite for a paycheck that wasn't even that high to withstand the abuse you had to. Lucifer constantly worried about you, about how the job affected you both physically and mentally. You often came home either drained or hurt, as costumers tended to get rather violent down in Hell. It was common to be stabbed during a shift and having to endure it until your shift was over. Effectively causing you to bleed out while still having to rep a costumer service smile. And the stabbing might not even be the worst part of everything; As you had to try many times to bite back any sort of emotion, ire and frustration and sorrow, as costumers yelled, screamed, tossed shit your way for a mistake you didn't even make. And yet it was your fault. It was always your fault and you couldn't do anything but stand there and take it, as your job would be on the line if you did anything other than stand there and take the anger and take the frustrations and the yelling and the stabbing; Being everyone's personal punching bag without any sort of composition.

ᯓ What was the point of it?

ᯓ The thought had came to you one day after you came home, slugging your shoes off your feet and tossing your keys onto the counter. Lucifer wasn't home, he usually was, yet you guessed he had something better to do than hear your sorrows of the day. You would want to do anything than hear about your sorrows as well, you couldn't blame him for trying to avoid you. So you dragged yourself to the bathroom, heavily sitting down upon the close lid of the toilet before sinking down some. A hand rested upon your stomach, the knife that pierced through your side slid in between your fingers like it didn't draw your blood out. Like it wasn't causing you pain; not even the worst pain in your life, just pain that poked and pricked and brought tears to the eyes, but you were no stranger to tears or to blood. You were no stranger to the bruises that covered your body from angry costumers, from the blisters that grew from harsher treatment, from the blood that seeped and stained. And maybe you should take care of that wound, but it was best to keep a knife into the wound than take it out; It stopped bleeding and you hadn't stained that much, you didn't think, and you were oh so tired so maybe. . .just a nap would help. It didn't have to be a long one, yet something in the back of your mind hoped it would be, and you leaned your head back against the back of the toilet. The light above gave out a buzz, showing it was working, sounding that it was on and here.

ᯓ Yet a nap sounded nice.

ᯓ "Honey! I'm home!" Lucifer shout, a cheerful laugh followed and a careful grin was stretched on his face as he tried to balance the bags of groceries that were in his arms; Trying to make his one round of bringing groceries in to work. He didn't want to drop a single one of them, "I'm sorry I took so long, yet I went to the store and wow! There were a lot of options for things that I was sure I would never make it out of there! Did you know that there's like. . ." Lucifer would pause to count his fingers, having successfully delivered the bags onto the counter without breaking anything, ". . .15 different brands of milk?! And they had like this Milk called Almond milk, where they apparently milk the almond and I don't know how they do that but-" Lucifer's voice fell flat as soon as he noticed you weren't around, at least, not around as usual. By now you would have sprung from the couch, or yelled at him from the bathroom that you were doing your business, or came from the bedroom to wrap him in a hug. Yet your presence was absent and it didn't allude Lucifer, at least, not many more. "H . . . honey?" He would call out again, this time with a more shaken voice and frowned eyebrows; His smile no longer held the confidence of a man who managed to do one round of bringing groceries in with 13 bags.

ᯓ And yet you didn't respond to his call, how could you when your own breath was so shallow your heart was speeding up, stressing, just to pump blood through your body; And Lucifer grew worried. It would triple upon seeing the mess you had left, a mess that hadn't caught his eye until now. . . Your shoes left lazily by the door, your keys stained with blood. Blood that streaked like a hand across the counter top and traveled inward, towards the bathroom and it's door that lingered tauntingly open. And instantly, Lucifer felt his mouth run dry and his feet speed towards the bathroom with nothing but horrible thoughts piling up in his head. You were hurt and you weren't answering his calls. You were hurt and you weren't doing anything to signal to him that you were okay. Are you okay? Are you dead? Oh god he hoped he didn't get to that bathroom door and see your dead body there, all stained and pale. Please don't be dead, please please please. . . "OH MY GOD!-" Lucifer hated to admit the way his body froze in horror by the doorway, one hand clinging onto the frame and the other shot up to cover his mouth. He hated the way his feet stuck to the ground like they were rooted, forcing him to look at your bleeding and barely breathing figure on the floor.

ᯓ And no, he didn't miss the way your blood was smeared on the toilet. He could never miss such a detail when your blood was the last thing he ever wanted to see seep out of your body and pool and stain everything around you.

ᯓ "Oh fuck! Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!" The words fell out of his lips, fell onto deaf ears, as he ripped his rooted feet off the ground and rushed over to you, to your body. He felt dazed, confused, unsure of himself all of a sudden. What was he supposed to do? What could he do? "Hey, don't be dead come on!-" He didn't realize he was rambling to himself as he kneeled down next to you, not minding the way your blood seeped and stained his white clothes. He shuffled around, looking for your wound, looking for something he could fix to help you! He was so panicked, and had to stich up your wounds so often, that the thought of calling a doctor didn't cross his mind. Lucifer was hesitant to touch you, but didn't want to hurt you, "Wound, wound wound! Where the fuck is your wound?!" He asked before spotting the knife that was jagging out your side. It was mostly covered by your body, as he had happened to kneel down on the opposite side of where your wound pierced in. "Oh fucking duh, it's where the knife is. Nice job Lucifer can't spot a fucking knife when your lover is bleeding out on the floor!- Shit wait I need to actually take care of that. Fuck! Where the hell is the first aid kit?!"

ᯓ To say Lucifer was freaking out during the whole process of taking out the knife, tossing it to the side to be picked up later, disinfecting your wound, trying to stitch it up with shaking hands, and wrapping you up. . . would be an understatement. He was terrified to hold you, afraid he might make the wound worse or he might put you in more pain, yet somehow managed to move you from the bathroom floor to the couch in the living room. He would have put you to bed, at least provided your body a little more comfort, yet he was afraid to leave your side. Afraid that if he took his eyes off of you that something might happen, that you might roll onto the wound and break the sticking, that you might just stop breathing as a whole and leave him alone.

ᯓ He tried calling Charlie to help, yet physicked himself out right before he was going to press the call button. He needed some sort of help, he couldn't go through this alone, yet he didn't want to put his daughter through this either. All he could really do was find himself sitting in front of the couch, head resting upon the cushion, watching your chest rise and fall with heavy eyes; Just to reassure himself you were still here, that you were still alive and you could wake up. Maybe tomorrow? Hopefully. Maybe he should bring you to a hospital. Either way he was here, waiting, hoping.

ᯓ Fuck . . . He didn't know what he would do if you didn't wake up. But you did! By some grace of god you had happened to wake up in the middle of the night, the day after Lucifer had found you. He hadn't been awake, and you were barely moving due to the pain that jabbed at your side. Though you noticed the weight that indented the couch by the edge, slightly turning your head to see Lucifer's crossed arms and nuzzled head into it; He was sleeping, leaning against the couch while sitting on the floor. Drowsy, tired, you glanced over at the couch, wondering why he was sitting down there instead of up here with you. When did you even get to the couch? And then you noticed how you were wearing some of his clothes, with the shirt pulled up to expose your wrapped chest, the bandages still a stained a little crimson red. And you frowned, eyes heavy, looking down at the wound and realizing, at least to some sort of extent, why he wasn't up here. You had scared him . . . A heavy sigh left your lips as you reached a hand out, shaking, as you leaned down into the cushions. Gently, you placed your hand on top of Lucifer's, trying to intertwin your fingers without waking him. If anything, by the way he looked, you were sure he just managed to fall asleep . . . and most likely passed out from exhaustion rather than willingly succumbing to slumber.

ᯓ Though feeling the sudden warmth on his hands, and being half-awake and half-asleep in general, Lucifer's eyes fluttered open despite being rather heavy. He felt heavy, he felt tired . . . yet his hand felt warm, causing his eyes to glance down and notice your hand on top of his. Your hand, your thumb rubbing against his. "Love?. . ." He would mumble out, hoping this wasn't a dream, as he gently raised his head. You noticed the way his eyes sagged a little, his eyelids clearly heavy with eyebags starting to form under his eyes. The frown that had been on his face, tugged down out of pain, began, sluggishly, to tug into a warm smile. "You're awake. . . how are you feeling, do you need anything?" The way his voice croaked, clearly tired and clearly worn from tired and sobbing. His disheveled look, the way his hair was more frazzled than normal and the way his clothes were stained. It all made you upset; Not at him, no, you could never be upset at Lucifer. You were upset at yourself. For causing him so much pain, for making him probably so worried and panicked with the crawling thoughts of your death if he dared to ever take his eyes off of you.

ᯓ Lucifer, waiting for your answer, would gently bring your hand up to his cheek. He had missed your warmth, you had been so cold when he touched you last to move you from the tile of the bathroom floor to the plush cushions of the couch. He was glad that the warmth had returned to body, that he was able to watch your eyes sparkle in the dim lights that flooded in from the kitchen stove hood.

ᯓ His eyes were so gentle, his smile was so genuine, and all you managed to weakly croak out was a, "I'm sorry." And you felt bad feeling the warm tears starting to clump up in your eyes again and spill over. And you felt horrible as Lucifer shot awake, seeing your tears through the light of the kitchen, and rushed to bring his free hand up to your cheek to wipe away your tears. "I'm so sorry Lucifer I. . ." You would choked out, unsure what else to say. How else could you apologize to Lucifer when you knew that you had laid there, on the toilet, with the intention to hopefully die. And you didn't know how to tell Lucifer that to his face, especially when you've never had to tell anyone who's gotten as close to you as Lucifer has that you've thought about killing yourself. That you tried to plan it out in your shared home. Where you knew they would find you. Where you knew. . . "Hey, hey, it's okay. You're-" Lucifer paused for a second, glancing down at the side of your stomach. He had to reassure himself that you were alright before trying to comfort you, "-okay. You're okay now!" Lucifer grinned towards you, a little nervous at first before it fused out into more worry. "You're awake and you're not dying and it's okay! We can. . . talk about it all later okay? Just focus on getting better."

ᯓ You both would sit there in a comfortable, slightly-comfortable, silence as Lucifer stared up at you, and you stared back down at him. His hand, after having cleared your tears, hand reached up to play with your hair, trying to coax you back to sleep. Even when you knew he needed sleep himself, with the way his heavy eyes closed for long periods of time before opening again to meet mine. "Come here. . ." You would mumble, trying to reach for Lucifer, wanting to feel his warmth against yours. He was hesitant to do so, you could tell by the way his eyebrows scrunched upward and the frown that tugged on his lips. It took a while to coax him onto the couch, where even then he gingerly laid on his side and wrapped his arms cautiously a safe place above your bandages and nuzzled his head between the crook of your neck. You were able to play with his hair this time, give him a soft peck on the forehead. A silent apology for all the pain he had to endure because of you without you there to help, without the support he had shown you countless of times without fail.

ᯓ "I. . ." Lucifer's voice warily mumbled out, ". . .thought I was going to lose you." And the way his voice cracked broke your heart into a million pieces. And the only pathetic response you could muster back to him was a soft, shaken, "I'm sorry." As tears silently began to fall down your cheeks, and you could feel the silent tears that fell from Lucifer's eyes stain your neck. "I'm. . . so, so sorry. . ." "It's okay. . ." Lucifer would hug you a little tighter, "We'll work through it together, you're not going to lose me that easily, even if-" He would pause, choking out a bit of laughter between his tears, "-you try yourself."

ᯓ Oh. . . he knew. . .

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[oistak]

MORE poly!Vees x Reader please🥺

yess, i love themmm

‎♡‧poly!vees x assistant reader‧♡

#cw:none

you’d be owned by vox and he’d send you around in an attempt to keep val and vel on track, with vel it goes great and you bond over gossip and socials, i think vox and vel would care a lot about their stuff being done on time and would be very strict

about deadlines, whereas val would be very lax about actual work and while you try to help him try to stay on topic he would flirt and try to seduce you. his attempts would be quite annoying and frustrating at first, making it the most challenging part of your day, but soon he’d start to wear down your walls just as vel and vox had.

vox is basically the hinge for all of you. you and vel are close in a “bro” type of way, you are both into fashion and social media, have the same kind of humor, and are absolutely done with val, though vox and val were on and off for years. you have a very begrudging relationship with val, he’s like rejection, something you don’t want but need once in a while. when you do all spend time together, it’s often at the mall where val and vel act like excited children, rushing into each and every store and you and vox stay behind on your phones.

being an assistant means you do many of their daily tasks, one of which, vel insisted, was buying their coffee. vox’s order is the easiest: black coffee with ice cubes so he can drink it faster, on the off chance you’d get him an energy drink too. vel likes “anything pretty”, you usually get her a frappuccino, or an espresso fusion if she’s extra tired, from late work nights. val would get any order that takes longer than a minute to explain, take a sip, and then throw it in the trash while saying “something is wrong with this order.”

when you cuddle, it’s more often with vel than vox because of how busy that man is. if the week has been extra long you’d go into his monitor room with val or vel and one of you'd sit on his lap, stand behind him holding his shoulders, or sit at the base of his chair. at the end of the day the thing that brings you all together is vox and you'll do whatever to make him comfy.

sry this ended up being alot vox oriented :/

[atticsandwichclub]

WHB Paimon

PB isn't that descriptive with H scenes so i wrote this :) plus Paimon's h scene is my favorite

mdni

reader is fem

1740 words

Paimon covered your eyes and clicked his fingers. 

“Right, open your eyes noww” 

“Where?��

You and Paimon were standing alone in a “room of mirrors” where not only the walls but even the ceiling was covered in big and small mirrors. Mirrors reflected one another, and your reflection filled the entire room. Maybe because it wasn’t a space that Satan made, but you were not naked this time.

“Awww, your surpised face looks so cute toooo”, Paimon smiled, as he raised your chin up while he stood behind you. You could see Paimon’s pretty face from various angles thanks to the numerous mirrors. 

“I prepared this space so I can call friends I like one day and play with themmm. And I’m so happy that I can finally invite youuu”

Paimon slid his hand down from your chin then continued down slipping his hands under your shirt to squeeze your breast. His breath tickled your skin as he kissed and sucked your neck. Both of his arms went to wrap around your waist as he pressed his hardened dick that was straining against his cute frilly shorts, onto your ass. As you looked up into the ceiling to floor mirror in front of you two, you saw Paimon with his flushed face watching you as he began rocking into you. While he still had you in his arms, you couldn’t help but notice how hard his arms actually are. His arms with sleeves on looked skinny but as he’s hugging you from behind like this, he was definitely muscular under that shirt. You let out a soft moan as he tightened his grip on your waist and rolled his hips harder into you. Paimon, who was looking into your eyes through the mirror, whispered in your ear and said, 

“Now that I have you in front of a mirror like this, you really look like a dollll”.

Paimon removed his arms from around your waist to lift your shirt up and over your chest, so you lifted your arms so he could take the shirt off of you. He then took his own shirt off and like you imagined, he is indeed well built. 

“Do you want to play dress up? It’s my favoritee”. 

THUMP THUMP THUMP

Your heart started racing in anticipation as you thought about what Paimon was about to do to you in this strange room full of mirrors. 

“Looks like you’re the one who should take these off fiiirsstt”, Paimon giggled and placed his hand on the buckle of your pants. 

He glued himself behind you and moved as though he was taking off his own pants. There was a click, and the buckle came undone. You stepped out of your pants and Paimon threw them somewhere across the room.

“What luck, I got my nails done. Mc, tell me what it’s likeee”. 

As Paimon began breathing more roughly behind your neck, he took his hand in front of you and placed it between your legs. Now that you were left in only your panties, you could feel his hardened dick pressing into you better than before. You were so wet that your panties were damp. The numerous mirrors in the room captured Paimon’s pretty and long fingers rubbing your clothed pussy. He moved his other hand to hold you by the chin so you couldn’t look away from the mirror. 

“I always thought that I wanted to be reflected in this mirror with a pretty girl like youuu. I can see that cute face you’re making everywhere I loook”. 

Paimon’s pretty voice tickled your ears as he said words that made your face heat up in embarrassment. Each time your eyes looked in one of the mirrors in the room, his eyes followed. 

“I like pretty thiinggss. I love seeing something pretty make pretty sounds with a pretty faceee” 

“And appreciating that from multiple angles at onceee…! Is the bessstt!” 

Excited, Paimon whipped your soaked panties down. His long, pretty fingers rubbed and slipped through your soaked folds and clit. After listening to your soft whimpering and squelching from below, he pulled his hand away with your pussy leaving strings of wetness on his fingers. In the mirror in front of you, you watched him pull his hand to his face and stick his pink tongue out to clean his fingers of your essence. He didn’t once break eye contact with you as he did so either. 

Paimon’s hands went to pull his shorts and garter belt down. In a mirror across the room, you could see his full length as he slipped its head between your thighs. Then, Paimon rubbed himself back and forth between your wet folds while holding your waist with one arm. His other hand went back to holding your chin in place to make you watch you two’s reflection in the mirror in front of you. You could hear his quiet moaning in your ear as he coated his dick in your slick. Each time you couldn’t hide how aroused you looked, Paimon’s firm thighs squirmed. 

“MC, you’re so pretttyy. Your eyes are glued to the mirror even though you look embarrassed if anyone saw yoouu”.

Even if Paimon’s hold on your chin wasn’t forcing you to look at yourself in the mirror, you still wouldn’t look away. Having sex in front of a huge mirror like this was so lewd. It was a fantasy of yours from the porn you’d watch. 

“Hm, I did feel that you were quite different from the other humans in the human world. But to think that you were such a devilish humannn”. 

Paimon sped up his pace and rocked into you more fervently, making the squelching sounds from below even louder than before. The contrast between how feminine and beautiful Paimon looked, and the deep growling in your ear was exciting you. 

“Place your hands on the walll”, he ordered you in a sweet tone. 

You placed your hands on the wall and slightly arched your ass out for him. 

“Aah”, he hummed delightedly, seeing you being obedient to him. His gentle actions and words had the power to make others do as he said without protest. Paimon leaned in to kiss your neck, as though praising you, then gently pushed himself into you. He moved his hands up to unhook your bra so he could grip the bare skin of your breast. 

“Loook. You’ll become even prettier. You areee”, Paimon smiled as he rolled his hips into you. He made sure to dig himself deep into you, so you could feel every inch of his dick inside of you, stretching you out. 

 One of his hands stayed on your breast and the other traveled below to rub your clit, making you clench around him. 

“Ha…ha…ha”, he panted. The feeling of your tight, sopping wet pussy sucking him in made him roll his eyes back in bliss. Watching him in the mirror, getting drunk on your pussy like that made you clench around him again. Paimon was so aroused that the tips of his horns began to leak and wet the cute stickers he decorated his horns with.

His half lidded eyes focused back onto yours. While you stared deeply into his eyes you took a moment to appreciate how beautiful Paimon was, even while he’s stroking himself deep into you. His pink eyeshadow and long lashes, his colorful gem-like eyes, glossy lips, and rosy cheeks…You couldn’t tear your eyes away from him. The same went for Paimon as well. It excited him to no end to watch himself fuck you against this mirror while you couldn’t do anything but make those adorable little sounds and faces. 

Just then, Paimon took a mirror from the wall and dropped it on the ground. 

“Pai..mon…The mirror”, your shaky voice managed to get out, worried that he accidentally dropped the mirror on the floor. 

“Look doowwnn”. You did as he said and looked down at the mirror he dropped underneath you two. There was a completely different view. 

You could clearly see Paimon’s dick slipping in and out of your pussy, with his hands rubbing your clit. Your legs were trembling with each thrust into you.

 He moved the hand that was rubbing your clit to grip your waist with both of his hands. He was fucking into you more aggressively, making your ass bounce against his hips. Soft plopping sounds came between you two. You were still looking down into the mirror on the floor, watching where all the squelching and sloshing noises came from. You watched as his balls tapped your clit with each thrust with strings of your pussy’s juices connecting to them. Your pussy’s wetness was leaking down your thighs and spreading to his firm, toned thighs. You started to see a layer of thin opaque cream on his base and length as he dragged his dick through your glossy pussy lips. You glanced up to see your breasts were steady bouncing back and forth. This view was so hot and erotic. It reminded you of a close up scene from one of your favorite porn videos. Paimon angled himself in a way that tapped your g spot and soon enough, you were again clenching your walls around him. It was such an intense feeling that you slammed your eyes shut and froze with your voice caught in your throat and your legs began shaking. Paimon let out an almost pornographic moan, feeling you tighten and cream his dick like this. A few more thrusts into your creamy, wet walls is all it took for him to squirt his cum into you. You looked down once more and saw his and your liquids mixing together, dripping down his and your thighs and some even splashing onto the mirror. He pulled out of you with his dick making a “pop” sound. More of his cum leaked out of you and onto the mirror underneath you two. 

“Ha…ha…ha…”, you pant, from exhaustion and from climaxing so intensely. Paimon hugged you from behind and straightened you up. You could see in the mirror that you were both glistening with sweat. Paimon raised your hand and kissed the top of your hand and arm. 

“I want to play some moreee, but it’s going to be hard rightt?”, Paimon giggled, watching your body relax in his arms as your eyes felt heavier. 

“Come find me whenever you want to playyy. We’ll have more fun than today”

You finally nodded off and fell asleep in his arms.

[neverlookatthisblog]

Harlow Christmas

Merry Christmas hope you all have a wonderful day enjoy it

Just a little concept super short ngl it’s all I could write but it’s worth it

It was always so hectic during the holidays especially this year since you were off

The kids woke you up nice and early excited to open the presents you and Jack bought them

Everyone was now in the living room while you finished up making breakfast and after you all at the table Mae tapped your back you gave her your full attention

“Momma can we open themmm now” Mae begged

“Yes go ahead” you said

“Yay” she happily skipped tell her siblings

Like she wasn’t begging you last night to open one of her presents

“Please just one” it was Christmas Eve so you gave in of course

Jack on the other was a little more on the grumpy side especially when he got woken up by the kids

“Cmon grinch don’t be a booger” you say playful

“Fine” he said getting up

Now you both watched the kids happily open there presents you got them

Being nice you decided to get Jane her first bottle of perfume it was nothing crazy it had a sweet flower smell to it

She was happy about it but Jack

“Thank you mommy” she smiled

“Are you trying to make her smell like a grown womenn” he said you rolled your eyes

“Jack please it doesn’t even smell like a grown women” you said

“Okay your right it not that bad” he said smelling it

Christmas was always your favorite holiday and when you had kids you enjoyed it even more you loved giving back or just simply buying gifts

It was something really special about it you loved seeing people happy especially your family

They enjoyed there time opening there Christmas present you decided to go out with a bang making your famous Christmas dinner that you make every year

[jebewonmorelike]

I Am The Boyfriend, Sir

wc: 1.5k pronouns: she/her (he/him and they/them versions are below original!) warnings: junhyeon being unhinged, ~flirtatious ending~, allusion to strict parents, fluff summary: kum junhyeon is SO excited to finally meet your parents... what could possibly go wrong? ~bp masterlist~ ♡ ~kofi (no pressure at all)~ THE HOURS. ARE DWINDLING. THE END. IS NYE. THE APOCALYPSE NEAR. BEP1ER IS APPROACHING RAPIDLY. i don't want to stop writing about any of these guys. i don't want to stop seeing any of themmm. i love them so much. catch me in therapy tomorrow only talking about boys planet istg.

"I think they're gonna love me," Junhyeon predicts as he hops out of the car. You grab your bag from the floor and start to open the passenger door, but your boyfriend beats you to it. He holds his hand out to help you chivalrously with a cheeky grin.

"Thank you, kind sir," you tease as you step out of the car. He laughs, taking your bag from you and throwing it over his shoulder along with his own. 

"I'm so excited," Junhyeon relays, grabbing your hand and forcing you to jump up and down with him as you walk up to your parents' front door. "I can't believe I'm about to meet the people who made you who you are! I bet they're just as fun as you."

"Well..." You start to interject, but he continues on.

"Ugh, I've seen this moment in dramas a bunch of times. The male lead is always stressing out about meeting 'the family'," Junhyeon babbles as you ring the doorbell. "It's so annoying! Like, what are you so worried about? That your father-in-law is going to--."

Just then, the door swings open to reveal your dad. Six-foot-four and brawny, a greying mustache, and wearing his Marines t-shirt that you always begged him not to wear when you had guests over, your dad blinks back at the two of you in the doorway.

"Kill you," Junhyeon finishes his sentence in a whisper as he takes in your dad's massive build.

Your dad gives you a warm smile. "Hey, peanut," he says gruffly, then turns to Junhyeon; giving him a once over. "So you're the boyfriend?"

“YES, SIR!” Junhyeon jumps to attention, dropping your hand as quickly as possible and saluting your dad. "I AM THE BOYFRIEND, SIR!"

Your dad shoots you a concerned look as you reach up and pry your boyfriend's hand from his forehead. "Dad, this is Junhyeon."

"Junhyeon, huh?" Your dad nods thoughtfully. "I had a buddy in the service named Junhyeon."

Your boyfriend grins and you can tell he's revving up for a joke. "Is he handsome, too? I wouldn't want you to get us mixed up."

"He's dead," your dad announces dryly.

Your bag drops from Junhyeon's shoulder to the ground as shock takes over his whole body.

Your dad snorts. "I'm just messing with ya, kid. Come on in; your mother's setting the table."

Shaking your head hopelessly, you finally step past your dad through the door and into the house. When you realize Junhyeon isn't following you, you turn around to see what the hold up is.

"Junhyeon?" You begin to question before you see your boyfriend on the ground in a full bow in front of your father.

"Thank you for letting me into your home, sir. I appreciate so deeply your hospitality and kindness," Junhyeon pleads as you walk back over to him and pull him up by the neck of his t-shirt.

"Let's go," you say exasperatedly, dragging him through the front door and into your house. Your mom walks out from the kitchen into the living room, smiling at you.

"Hi, peanut," she greets softly, giving you a pat on the cheek before turning to your boyfriend. "It's nice to meet you, Junhyeon."

Junhyeon nods respectfully at your mom, whose hair is tied up in a tight bun with her rectangular framed glasses sitting towards the end of her nose. A research librarian, your mom was quiet and caring by nature-- but she valued discipline and quiet just as much as your dad while you were growing up.

"You kids can drop your things off upstairs and freshen up before we eat," your mom directs. "There's clean sheets on the guest room to the right."

Junhyeon's eyes bug incredulously. "We--... You want us to sleep in the same room!?"

Your mom glances at you. "Is that a problem?"

Junhyeon nods vigorously, checking over his shoulder to see your dad sitting in the arm chair behind you. "We won't be sharing a bed until we're married!"

You grab your boyfriend's sleeve, pulling him towards the stairs and up to the guest room-- shutting the door quickly behind you.

"Baby, what the hell are you doing?" You ask, watching as Junhyeon sits down on the bed quite cautiously.

"I--... I don't know," he says, shaking his head in disbelief. "I'm so scared."

You can't help but laugh at your boyfriend's complete attitude change. In the car he couldn't shut up about how good he is with parents; how his friends' dads always adore him more than their own sons...

And now, here he is: head in his hands on the verge of combustion from terror.

"I know they can come off a little intimidating at first," you soothe, walking over to Junhyeon. He rests his head on your stomach and you run your fingers through his hair soothingly. "But I promise their bite isn't nearly as bad as their bark."

"He's so big," Junhyeon whispers. "How does he even fit through the door?"

"Well, they actually had custom doorframes built in this new house..." You trail off when you see him looking up at you with a worry you'd never really seen on him before. "Hyeonni, it's going to be absolutely fine. Didn't you say you were excited to meet the people who made me who I am?"

Junhyeon laughs sadly. "But you're so... I mean, you're..."

"Fun? Light-hearted? Whimsical? Care-free?" You suggest, Junhyeon nodding enthusiastically in response.

"Exactly!" He agrees, eyes widening as he makes a clarification. "Not that there's anything wrong with them or anything! You're just really different, is all."

“I actually evolved more in response to my upbringing," you say with a sigh. "Not in accordance with it."

Junhyeon puckers his lips cutely and you lean down to kiss him. He wraps his arms around your waist tightly, deepening the kiss.

"Two minutes!" Your mom calls up the stairs, causing Junhyeon to jump back up to attention-- almost knocking you over in the process. He catches you quickly with one arm and spins you around, placing you down firmly in the spot he was just sitting.

"Trying to steal my innocence," he shames, clicking his tongue and shaking his head disapprovingly as he makes his way to the bathroom. "It's like you want your dad to bury me in the backyard."

~

You watch as Junhyeon takes very careful, calculated bites of his steak; cutting respectfully with the knife and fork provided to him. Usually he'd just shove the meat in his face and nearly swallow it whole.

"I heard you were thinking of moving in together," your mom says, smiling politely at the two of you.

Junhyeon blinks nervously. "No, no. Me and her? No. No way. Absolutely not."

"Oh," your mom replies in surprise. "(Y/N) told us that--."

Junhyeon interrupts: "(Y/N) is an evil temptress and I am but a mere victim."

Your dad chokes on his water.

"Junhyeon," you try to intercept to no avail.

"We will not be moving in together. We don't have any physical contact-- not even platonically. This is actually the first time I've seen her in a month," your panicked boyfriend rambles, the lies just rolling off his tongue.

"Son, if you're worries about offending us--," your dad tries to deescalate but Junhyeon continues.

“I don’t even look at her, sir!"

“You don’t look at her?” Your dad repeats, brows furrowed concernedly as he glances at you.

Junhyeon shakes his head furiously. “I respect your daughter far too much to taint her with my gaze, SIR!"

“Junhyeon—," you try again.

“I only plan to look at her for the first time on our wedding day!”

One last time, you try, “Hyeonni—.”

“Hyeonni!?” Junhyeon’s eyes bug out of his head incredulously, his voice lowering to a whisper. “Are you crazy!? Your dad could kill me with his bare hands.”

Your dad looks down at his hands with a frown as he freezes in the middle of cutting his steak.

“He’s literally holding a knife!” Junhyeon exclaims, giving up on his piss poor attempt to be discreet. “(Y/N), I know you want me, but you can’t have me if I’m dead!”

Suddenly, your dad begins to laugh heartily-- something you've only heard about a handful of times in your life. “Where did you find this guy, peanut? He’s got quite the sense of humor.”

"He does. Doesn't he?" You agree tersely, glaring at your boyfriend.

Your dad places his fork and knife down, announcing decisively: "I like him."

Your eyes widen in surprise as Junhyeon stares back at your father, equally stunned. "You do?"

"You do!?" Junhyeon repeats hopefully, clasping his hands together as if he's praying for it to be true.

Your dad picks his fork and knife back up, continuing to cut into his steak. "He's a little odd, but I think he really likes you... In his own way."

Junhyeon nods enthusiastically. "I do! I really do!"

You smile at him, biting your lip as you look at the sweet, considerate, and absolutely insane boy sitting next to you.

"I really like him, too."

~

Junhyeon flops down on the bed, arms above his head as he smiles happily to himself.

The night had passed by fairly smoothly after that-- your parents patting you on the back lovingly and congratulating you on finding such a good match for yourself.

"That was awesome," Junhyeon says with a sigh. "I don't know what you were so worried about!"

You chew your cheek as you grin, suppressing the urge to smack him. "You wouldn't even kiss me, you were so worried," he says, sitting up and looking around with his eyebrows raised as if he's checking that no one else is in the room. Finally, he gazes back up at you with a shrug.

"Wanna make out?"

<3

he/him pronoun users :)

"I think they're gonna love me," Junhyeon predicts as he hops out of the car. You grab your bag from the floor and start to open the passenger door, but your boyfriend beats you to it. He holds his hand out to help you chivalrously with a cheeky grin.

"Thank you, kind sir," you tease as you step out of the car. He laughs, taking your bag from you and throwing it over his shoulder along with his own. 

"I'm so excited," Junhyeon relays, grabbing your hand and forcing you to jump up and down with him as you walk up to your parents' front door. "I can't believe I'm about to meet the people who made you who you are! I bet they're just as fun as you."

"Well..." You start to interject, but he continues on.

"Ugh, I've seen this moment in dramas a bunch of times. The male lead is always stressing out about meeting 'the family'," Junhyeon babbles as you ring the doorbell. "It's so annoying! Like, what are you so worried about? That your father-in-law is going to--."

Just then, the door swings open to reveal your dad. Six-foot-four and brawny, a greying mustache, and wearing his Marines t-shirt that you always begged him not to wear when you had guests over, your dad blinks back at the two of you in the doorway.

"Kill you," Junhyeon finishes his sentence in a whisper as he takes in your dad's massive build.

Your dad gives you a warm smile. "Hey, peanut," he says gruffly, then turns to Junhyeon; giving him a once over. "So you're the boyfriend?"

“YES, SIR!” Junhyeon jumps to attention, dropping your hand as quickly as possible and saluting your dad. "I AM THE BOYFRIEND, SIR!"

Your dad shoots you a concerned look as you reach up and pry your boyfriend's hand from his forehead. "Dad, this is Junhyeon."

"Junhyeon, huh?" Your dad nods thoughtfully. "I had a buddy in the service named Junhyeon."

Your boyfriend grins and you can tell he's revving up for a joke. "Is he handsome, too? I wouldn't want you to get us mixed up."

"He's dead," your dad announces dryly.

Your bag drops from Junhyeon's shoulder to the ground as shock takes over his whole body.

Your dad snorts. "I'm just messing with ya, kid. Come on in; your mother's setting the table."

Shaking your head hopelessly, you finally step past your dad through the door and into the house. When you realize Junhyeon isn't following you, you turn around to see what the hold up is.

"Junhyeon?" You begin to question before you see your boyfriend on the ground in a full bow in front of your father.

"Thank you for letting me into your home, sir. I appreciate so deeply your hospitality and kindness," Junhyeon pleads as you walk back over to him and pull him up by the neck of his t-shirt.

"Let's go," you say exasperatedly, dragging him through the front door and into your house. Your mom walks out from the kitchen into the living room, smiling at you.

"Hi, peanut," she greets softly, giving you a pat on the cheek before turning to your boyfriend. "It's nice to meet you, Junhyeon."

Junhyeon nods respectfully at your mom, whose hair is tied up in a tight bun with her rectangular framed glasses sitting towards the end of her nose. A research librarian, your mom was quiet and caring by nature-- but she valued discipline and quiet just as much as your dad while you were growing up.

"You kids can drop your things off upstairs and freshen up before we eat," your mom directs. "There's clean sheets on the guest room to the right."

Junhyeon's eyes bug incredulously. "We--... You want us to sleep in the same room!?"

Your mom glances at you. "Is that a problem?"

Junhyeon nods vigorously, checking over his shoulder to see your dad sitting in the arm chair behind you. "We won't be sharing a bed until we're married!"

You grab your boyfriend's sleeve, pulling him towards the stairs and up to the guest room-- shutting the door quickly behind you.

"Baby, what the hell are you doing?" You ask, watching as Junhyeon sits down on the bed quite cautiously.

"I--... I don't know," he says, shaking his head in disbelief. "I'm so scared."

You can't help but laugh at your boyfriend's complete attitude change. In the car he couldn't shut up about how good he is with parents; how his friends' dads always adore him more than their own sons...

And now, here he is: head in his hands on the verge of combustion from terror.

"I know they can come off a little intimidating at first," you soothe, walking over to Junhyeon. He rests his head on your stomach and you run your fingers through his hair soothingly. "But I promise their bite isn't nearly as bad as their bark."

"He's so big," Junhyeon whispers. "How does he even fit through the door?"

"Well, they actually had custom doorframes built in this new house..." You trail off when you see him looking up at you with a worry you'd never really seen on him before. "Hyeonni, it's going to be absolutely fine. Didn't you say you were excited to meet the people who made me who I am?"

Junhyeon laughs sadly. "But you're so... I mean, you're..."

"Fun? Light-hearted? Whimsical? Care-free?" You suggest, Junhyeon nodding enthusiastically in response.

"Exactly!" He agrees, eyes widening as he makes a clarification. "Not that there's anything wrong with them or anything! You're just really different, is all."

“I actually evolved more in response to my upbringing," you say with a sigh. "Not in accordance with it."

Junhyeon puckers his lips cutely and you lean down to kiss him. He wraps his arms around your waist tightly, deepening the kiss.

"Two minutes!" Your mom calls up the stairs, causing Junhyeon to jump back up to attention-- almost knocking you over in the process. He catches you quickly with one arm and spins you around, placing you down firmly in the spot he was just sitting.

"Trying to steal my innocence," he shames, clicking his tongue and shaking his head disapprovingly as he makes his way to the bathroom. "It's like you want your dad to bury me in the backyard."

~

You watch as Junhyeon takes very careful, calculated bites of his steak; cutting respectfully with the knife and fork provided to him. Usually he'd just shove the meat in his face and nearly swallow it whole.

"I heard you were thinking of moving in together," your mom says, smiling politely at the two of you.

Junhyeon blinks nervously. "No, no. Me and him? No. No way. Absolutely not."

"Oh," your mom replies in surprise. "(Y/N) told us that--."

Junhyeon interrupts: "(Y/N) is an evil seducer and I am but a mere victim."

Your dad chokes on his water.

"Junhyeon," you try to intervene to no avail.

"We will not be moving in together. We don't have any physical contact-- not even platonically. This is actually the first time I've seen him in a month," your panicked boyfriend rambles, the lies just rolling off his tongue.

"Son, if you're worries about offending us--," your dad tries to deescalate but Junhyeon continues.

“I don’t even look at him, sir!"

“You don’t look at him?” Your dad repeats, brows furrowed concernedly as he glances at you.

Junhyeon shakes his head furiously. “I respect your son far too much to taint him with my gaze, SIR!"

“Junhyeon—," you try again.

“I only plan to look at him for the first time on our wedding day!”

One last time, you try, “Hyeonni—.”

“Hyeonni!?” Junhyeon’s eyes bug out of his head incredulously, his voice lowering to a whisper. “Are you crazy!? Your dad could kill me with his bare hands.”

Your dad looks down at his hands with a frown as he freezes in the middle of cutting his steak.

“He’s literally holding a knife!” Junhyeon exclaims, giving up on his piss poor attempt to be discreet. “(Y/N), I know you want me, but you can’t have me if I’m dead!”

Suddenly, your dad begins to laugh heartily-- something you've only heard about a handful of times in your life. “Where did you find this guy, peanut? He’s got quite the sense of humor.”

"He does. Doesn't he?" You agree tersely, glaring at your boyfriend.

Your dad places his fork and knife down, announcing decisively: "I like him."

Your eyes widen in surprise as Junhyeon stares back at your father, equally stunned. "You do?"

"You do!?" Junhyeon repeats hopefully, clasping his hands together as if he's praying for it to be true.

Your dad picks his fork and knife back up, continuing to cut into his steak. "He's a little odd, but I think he really likes you... In his own way."

Junhyeon nods enthusiastically. "I do! I really do!"

You smile at him, biting your lip as you look at the sweet, considerate, and absolutely insane boy sitting next to you.

"I really like him, too."

~

Junhyeon flops down on the bed, arms above his head as he smiles happily to himself.

The night had passed by fairly smoothly after that-- your parents patting you on the back lovingly and congratulating you on finding such a good match for yourself.

"That was awesome," Junhyeon says with a sigh. "I don't know what you were so worried about!"

You chew your cheek as you grin, suppressing the urge to smack him. "You wouldn't even kiss me, you were so worried," he says, sitting up and looking around with his eyebrows raised as if he's checking that no one else is in the room. Finally, he gazes back up at you with a shrug.

"Wanna make out?"

<3

they/them pronoun users ~ gender neutral :)

"I think they're gonna love me," Junhyeon predicts as he hops out of the car. You grab your bag from the floor and start to open the passenger door, but your boyfriend beats you to it. He holds his hand out to help you chivalrously with a cheeky grin.

"Thank you, kind sir," you tease as you step out of the car. He laughs, taking your bag from you and throwing it over his shoulder along with his own. 

"I'm so excited," Junhyeon relays, grabbing your hand and forcing you to jump up and down with him as you walk up to your parents' front door. "I can't believe I'm about to meet the people who made you who you are! I bet they're just as fun as you."

"Well..." You start to interject, but he continues on.

"Ugh, I've seen this moment in dramas a bunch of times. The male lead is always stressing out about meeting 'the family'," Junhyeon babbles as you ring the doorbell. "It's so annoying! Like, what are you so worried about? That your father-in-law is going to--."

Just then, the door swings open to reveal your dad. Six-foot-four and brawny, a greying mustache, and wearing his Marines t-shirt that you always begged him not to wear when you had guests over, your dad blinks back at the two of you in the doorway.

"Kill you," Junhyeon finishes his sentence in a whisper as he takes in your dad's massive build.

Your dad gives you a warm smile. "Hey, peanut," he says gruffly, then turns to Junhyeon; giving him a once over. "So you're the boyfriend?"

“YES, SIR!” Junhyeon jumps to attention, dropping your hand as quickly as possible and saluting your dad. "I AM THE BOYFRIEND, SIR!"

Your dad shoots you a concerned look as you reach up and pry your boyfriend's hand from his forehead. "Dad, this is Junhyeon."

"Junhyeon, huh?" Your dad nods thoughtfully. "I had a buddy in the service named Junhyeon."

Your boyfriend grins and you can tell he's revving up for a joke. "Is he handsome, too? I wouldn't want you to get us mixed up."

"He's dead," your dad announces dryly.

Your bag drops from Junhyeon's shoulder to the ground as shock takes over his whole body.

Your dad snorts. "I'm just messing with ya, kid. Come on in; your mother's setting the table."

Shaking your head hopelessly, you finally step past your dad through the door and into the house. When you realize Junhyeon isn't following you, you turn around to see what the hold up is.

"Junhyeon?" You begin to question before you see your boyfriend on the ground in a full bow in front of your father.

"Thank you for letting me into your home, sir. I appreciate so deeply your hospitality and kindness," Junhyeon pleads as you walk back over to him and pull him up by the neck of his t-shirt.

"Let's go," you say exasperatedly, dragging him through the front door and into your house. Your mom walks out from the kitchen into the living room, smiling at you.

"Hi, peanut," she greets softly, giving you a pat on the cheek before turning to your boyfriend. "It's nice to meet you, Junhyeon."

Junhyeon nods respectfully at your mom, whose hair is tied up in a tight bun with her rectangular framed glasses sitting towards the end of her nose. A research librarian, your mom was quiet and caring by nature-- but she valued discipline and quiet just as much as your dad while you were growing up.

"You kids can drop your things off upstairs and freshen up before we eat," your mom directs. "There's clean sheets on the guest room to the right."

Junhyeon's eyes bug incredulously. "We--... You want us to sleep in the same room!?"

Your mom glances at you. "Is that a problem?"

Junhyeon nods vigorously, checking over his shoulder to see your dad sitting in the arm chair behind you. "We won't be sharing a bed until we're married!"

You grab your boyfriend's sleeve, pulling him towards the stairs and up to the guest room-- shutting the door quickly behind you.

"Baby, what the hell are you doing?" You ask, watching as Junhyeon sits down on the bed quite cautiously.

"I--... I don't know," he says, shaking his head in disbelief. "I'm so scared."

You can't help but laugh at your boyfriend's complete attitude change. In the car he couldn't shut up about how good he is with parents; how his friends' dads always adore him more than their own sons...

And now, here he is: head in his hands on the verge of combustion from terror.

"I know they can come off a little intimidating at first," you soothe, walking over to Junhyeon. He rests his head on your stomach and you run your fingers through his hair soothingly. "But I promise their bite isn't nearly as bad as their bark."

"He's so big," Junhyeon whispers. "How does he even fit through the door?"

"Well, they actually had custom doorframes built in this new house..." You trail off when you see him looking up at you with a worry you'd never really seen on him before. "Hyeonni, it's going to be absolutely fine. Didn't you say you were excited to meet the people who made me who I am?"

Junhyeon laughs sadly. "But you're so... I mean, you're..."

"Fun? Light-hearted? Whimsical? Care-free?" You suggest, Junhyeon nodding enthusiastically in response.

"Exactly!" He agrees, eyes widening as he makes a clarification. "Not that there's anything wrong with them or anything! You're just really different, is all."

“I actually evolved more in response to my upbringing," you say with a sigh. "Not in accordance with it."

Junhyeon puckers his lips cutely and you lean down to kiss him. He wraps his arms around your waist tightly, deepening the kiss.

"Two minutes!" Your mom calls up the stairs, causing Junhyeon to jump back up to attention-- almost knocking you over in the process. He catches you quickly with one arm and spins you around, placing you down firmly in the spot he was just sitting.

"Trying to steal my innocence," he shames, clicking his tongue and shaking his head disapprovingly as he makes his way to the bathroom. "It's like you want your dad to bury me in the backyard."

~

You watch as Junhyeon takes very careful, calculated bites of his steak; cutting respectfully with the knife and fork provided to him. Usually he'd just shove the meat in his face and nearly swallow it whole.

"I heard you were thinking of moving in together," your mom says, smiling politely at the two of you.

Junhyeon blinks nervously. "No, no. Me and (Y/N)? No. No way. Absolutely not."

"Oh," your mom replies in surprise. "(Y/N) told us that--."

Junhyeon interrupts: "(Y/N) is an evil seducer and I am but a mere victim."

Your dad chokes on his water.

"Junhyeon," you try to intercept to no avail.

"We will not be moving in together. We don't have any physical contact-- not even platonically. This is actually the first time I've seen them in a month," your panicked boyfriend rambles, the lies just rolling off his tongue.

"Son, if you're worries about offending us--," your dad tries to deescalate but Junhyeon continues.

“I don’t even look at them, sir!"

“You don’t look at them?” Your dad repeats, brows furrowed concernedly as he glances at you.

Junhyeon shakes his head furiously. “I respect your child far too much to taint them with my gaze, SIR!"

“Junhyeon—," you try again.

“I only plan to look at them for the first time on our wedding day!”

One last time, you try, “Hyeonni—.”

“Hyeonni!?” Junhyeon’s eyes bug out of his head incredulously, his voice lowering to a whisper. “Are you crazy!? Your dad could kill me with his bare hands.”

Your dad looks down at his hands with a frown as he freezes in the middle of cutting his steak.

“He’s literally holding a knife!” Junhyeon exclaims, giving up on his piss poor attempt to be discreet. “(Y/N), I know you want me, but you can’t have me if I’m dead!”

Suddenly, your dad begins to laugh heartily-- something you've only heard about a handful of times in your life. “Where did you find this guy, peanut? He’s got quite the sense of humor.”

"He does. Doesn't he?" You agree tersely, glaring at your boyfriend.

Your dad places his fork and knife down, announcing decisively: "I like him."

Your eyes widen in surprise as Junhyeon stares back at your father, equally stunned. "You do?"

"You do!?" Junhyeon repeats hopefully, clasping his hands together as if he's praying for it to be true.

Your dad picks his fork and knife back up, continuing to cut into his steak. "He's a little odd, but I think he really likes you... In his own way."

Junhyeon nods enthusiastically. "I do! I really do!"

You smile at him, biting your lip as you look at the sweet, considerate, and absolutely insane boy sitting next to you.

"I really like him, too."

~

Junhyeon flops down on the bed, arms above his head as he smiles happily to himself.

The night had passed by fairly smoothly after that-- your parents patting you on the back lovingly and congratulating you on finding such a good match for yourself.

"That was awesome," Junhyeon says with a sigh. "I don't know what you were so worried about!"

You chew your cheek as you grin, suppressing the urge to smack him. "You wouldn't even kiss me, you were so worried," he says, sitting up and looking around with his eyebrows raised as if he's checking that no one else is in the room. Finally, he gazes back up at you with a shrug.

"Wanna make out?"

[help-im-a-gay-fish]

Tongue tied up. (Fluffynight)

I wanted to draw fluffynightkillerrr, because I love themmm. In the studio verse, Nightmare taking Ccino on their first solo date.

Honestly killer was soooo excited about them going on this date.

I honestly love this heh, and I kinda want Ccino's hoodie xd.

In out headcannon, for anyone who doesn't know, Nightmare agreed to try and open relationship where Killer dates just one other person, that was his boundary. Killer starts dating Ccino, and eventually the 3 of them spend some time together. Leads to Nightmare kissing him, something Killer was actually thrilled about, and that lead to them being a throuple <3

Original nightmare by jokublog

Original killer belongs to rahafwabas

Original ccino belongs to black-nyanko

Studio verse by @zu-is-here though this version is more what me and @jann-the-bean worked on.

And because it's studio verse @yuriyuruandyuraart

Hope you like it