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[dragon-spaghetti]

Hi! I'm a big fan of ur art, I'm not sure if this has been asked before or you've already said but what do you use to draw, digital and traditional? I'm thinking of getting an ipad air M1 (currently working on a Galaxy tab a8) but want to maybe hear ur thoughts first, thanks x

Awk omg thank you!! I don’t think I have been asked actually lmao at least not recently so 👀

For digital art I draw on an iPad Pro and use procreate!! But before that, I was drawing on a huion kamvas 22 plus, and used krita ;v; also had a wacom before that but don’t remember the model, it was one that didn’t have a screen and was my first art tablet. Still have the huion but it has kinda just become an extra monitor for me to watch YouTube on as I draw since I personally prefer procreate ;^^

For traditional the paper completely depends on what is sitting nearby lol, but I have been using promarkers since I was literally 11 years old ✨ and faber-castell colouring pencils were my saving grace during my art gcse years

If you’re considering an iPad, if possible I’d recommend going to an apple store and testing the display models!! Procreate (and a load of other stuff) is generally pre-downloaded on them, so you can see how the apps feel. I was having a lotta trouble deciding on the screen size and testing them out physically helped me decide on getting a bigger one in the end

[tojisun]

cw: john price x f!reader - older man/younger girl; smut; smidge daddy kink; meet cute or smthn

thinking about being moderately creeped out when the waiter came your way and told you that your tab has actually been settled by that gentleman over there.

and you’re quite hesitant to look around and acknowledge the gentleman’s presence but your friends are whooping, making kissy faces and being so embarrassingly obvious at their own checking-out that you bit the bullet and turned around, dutifully ignoring the lump lodged in your throat—

oh.

well, that’s one good looking man, sure. kind of young for your taste though, if you’re being honest but if he’s treating you and your friends, then you guess that’s—

the man beside him turns, meets your gaze, and shoots you a sultry wink.

his scruff and his hair is a mess of salt and pepper, and he’s got crinkles around his eyes as he smiles, and he’s got tan skin like he just spent a summer in greece while you were honest to god killing yourself for your capstone as your graduation is coming close, and—

“yeah,” your friend laughs, all sleazy. “he’s your type, ain’t he? a fucking dilf.”

oh.

so that younger one is—

god, he’s almost twice your age then if that kid’s his son. what the fuck that’s—

“please shoot your shot before we lose this group-sugar daddy,” another one of your friends chirps and that forces an ugly snort your way but mr. dilf doesn’t even look turned off by the way his smile just grew and- oh god, he’s standing up and he’s moving close and—

“hey, sweetheart,” he says and honestly the british accent is just uncalled for.

“hi,” you reply after being jabbed on your side.

his scruff dances as his humour bloats. he nods his head to the group and turns back at you.

fuck, yeah okay so— “thanks for that, by the way. you didn’t have to.”

he shrugs. “i wanted to. ‘sides, all that money ought to be spent on a pretty thing, don’t you think?”

pretty thing — does he mean you?

that…

that honestly does it for you.

your cheeks tingle with warmth as shyness creeps in. you feel yourself slowly clamming up, still so painfully unused to being the point of attraction. no one has ever liked you above your friends, but there he is, so suave and beautiful in his tan and charming in an honestly concerning way as he pours all his attention to you. not them but you.

“do you want to, uh, go somewhere? show me around or something?”

he huffs a fond laugh and offers his hand — big and callused, with a scar drawn across his whole palm — and says, “thought you’ll never ask.”

he pulls you up. “name’s john.” he tips his head back to his table, one that’s now bar of the other patron. “that was my son, lucas.”

you didn’t even notice that john’s hand has left your own until you felt it on the small of your back.

“and what about you?”

“huh?” you ask, trying to focus on not tripping on your feet.

“what shall i call you, sweetheart?”

“oh,” you say, blinking, before muttering your name.

john hums something deep in the base of his throat.

“beautiful.”

and, somehow, you know that he doesn’t just mean your name but he means you.

.

(it ends with you on his hotel bed, speared open by his cock. you’ve never been this wet before, walls all loose and squelching as he fucks it even deeper, punching the head into the pucker of your cervix.

john is all quiet grunts, animalistic as he devours you.

jesus, this man couldn’t truly be almost twice your age — how the fuck is he moving this way?

he fills you up to the point of tears, and fills you up even more, pushing and pressing in until he’s all snug in you, his pelvis flushed to yours. you feel so full. so stuffed that you couldn’t even moan right, raspy breaths all that could puff out of you.

“s’good!” you hiccup, sobbing, twitching at the drag of his cock as john pulls out only to choke on your own voice when he fucks in.

“jo-hnnn, s’good! s’good!”

“yeah?” he grunts, scruff tickling the shell of your ear. “y’feel so good ‘round me, darling. tight like a vice. christ, has no one ever fucked you open? stretched you out good?”

you shake your head, whining because no. no one’s fucked you this way. no one’s filled you this way. and if they did, everything’s been overwritten by john.

and his thick fingers and wide palms and his fat cock, fucking in, in, in.

“oh, darlin’,” he croons, his skin slapping against your own. “don’t worry, then, love. daddy’s going t’fix you up, ‘kay? daddy’s going t’make you feel so good, i promise.”

daddy—

fuck.

fuck.)

[rainrot4me]

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── .✦ do not copy, translate, or plagiarize any of my works. dividers by me.

CONTAINS NSFW, MINORS DNI

✦ . Summary: It’s not unnatural for brothers to fight—that’s just what they do. But when those fights turn to near-death squabbles and punches are thrown hard enough to break necks, somebody has to step in. Unfortunately, that somebody has to be you.

✦ . Characters: Jeff the Killer x Female Reader x Homicidal Liu

✦ . Warning: Fighting, blood, arguments, mmf threesome, jealousy, established relationship, flirting, dirty talk, rough sex, double penetration, oral sex, blowjobs, cunnilingus, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, biting, multiple positions, creampie, porn with plot

✦ . Words: 18.2k

✦ . Note: Crazy long! I didn’t realize it would be this much until I was nearly done and realized I was already over 16k! Whoops! Plot heavy!! May continue on this world and theme in other works! Thank you so ENDLESSLY much to Angie for her amazing art of the boys!! Happy reading!!

Art by @z0l0fft.

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Peace was all you asked for.

The house wasn’t much to look at—just a two-story structure nestled between the trees on the edge of an unmarked stretch of forest, the type of place someone could pass by on an empty road and never look twice. But to the ones who knew, the ones who wandered between shadow and slaughter, it was more than just a house.

It was neutral ground. A stopgap. A place to patch up wounds, lay low, and avoid the eyes of the living world.

You called it the In-Between House.

You weren’t entirely sure what had compelled Slenderman to strike a deal with you in the first place. Maybe it was the way you hadn’t screamed when you found him standing motionless in your backyard that night two years ago, his faceless head tilted in curiosity. Or maybe he just found your offer interesting: you provide a safe haven for his proxies—and the wider cryptid-rampant network—in return for protection, secrecy, and the one thing you truly needed.

Peace.

Of course, “peace” was a flexible concept.

Especially now.

You kept a notebook tucked behind the coffee tins in the pantry. Not because you were sentimental—though, truthfully, maybe you were—but because it helped to remember who had passed through and what they’d needed. Some of them were dangerous. Some just tired. All of them were complicated.

Toby Rogers had been one of your first regulars. He stumbled in during a storm with a busted wrist and a bag full of stolen meds. You didn’t ask where the blood on his hoodie came from; he didn’t offer. For a while, he stayed in the attic room and made a game of jumping down the stairs two at a time. He twitched like he was constantly being shocked and left piles of burnt matches in every room. You once walked in on him dismantling your toaster “just to see how it worked.” But after you patched up his leg and made him waffles one morning, he left you a note that just said: “Thx.” He hasn’t been back in a while, but you keep a box of Eggos in the freezer. Just in case.

Jack—the one without eyes—rarely stayed more than a night. Always came in the back door. Never let you see him without the mask. He’d bring his own supplies—surgical tools, samples, journals scrawled in some dead language—but your guest bathroom became something of a makeshift operating room when he was around. You once found a neatly labeled cooler in the fridge with “DO NOT OPEN” written in Sharpie. (You didn’t.) Despite everything, Jack was strangely respectful. Always cleaned up. Always asked if you had painkillers. Once, he stitched up a gash on your arm without a word and then handed you a cup of tea after. 

Natalie was a wildfire. Loud, sharp-tongued, and utterly unapologetic. She rolled in one night dragging someone half-dead by the collar, bleeding from her own shoulder like it was a paper cut. You let her in because she looked like she wasn’t going to ask permission. She smoked on the porch, cursed like a sailor, and gave unsolicited dating advice that was usually just some variation of “punch him first.” She scared off a group of masked wannabes who tried to sneak in one night and then stayed up with you playing cards until sunrise. She called the place a “murder hotel” and promised to come back when she needed “a break from the testosterone.”

Ben was… a lot. He didn’t knock. He just appeared. Usually mid-glitch, usually inside your walls or flickering through the living room television. He liked to complain about the internet, left fingerprints on your controllers, and made it a point to torment the microwave just because he could. But when he wasn’t being an absolute asshole, he was surprisingly helpful—especially with the security systems Slenderman insisted you install. You think he might’ve rigged a few extra cameras just for fun, though. He flirted shamelessly with you, never serious, but always with a wink like he knew it got under your skin.

Hoodie never said much. Moved like smoke through the house. Stayed for days at a time without a word, often holing up in the basement or perched on the roof in the rain. You weren’t sure if he trusted you—or if he just tolerated you because Slenderman said he had to. But once, during a winter blackout, you found him sitting by the fireplace with an old Polaroid camera, snapping pictures of the snow through the window. He offered you a blanket without a word. You kept one of those pictures. It’s tucked in a drawer, next to a lighter he left behind.

Kate only came when she was bleeding or being hunted. Or both. She always moved with urgency, always left before dawn, and rarely stayed in the same room twice. But once, during a full moon when no one else was around, she let her guard down. Sat at your kitchen table. Let you braid her hair while she talked about how exhausting it was to always be someone else’s weapon. You didn’t speak much. Just listened. She left her boots by the door once and didn’t realize until she was halfway through the woods. You keep them, just in case she needs them again.

Privacy was nonexistent to you now. But at least the horrors that came through your door weren’t there to hurt you.

You stood in the kitchen, your hands deep in soapy water, humming quietly to yourself while the tea steeped behind you. The window over the sink looked out into the tree line. It was misty today, dew clinging to the glass. Somewhere on the second floor, you could hear the faint creak of floorboards—the telltale sign of your most frequent guest.

Liu.

He had the kind of presence that didn’t scream—he lingered. Quiet, steady, like the hum of a storm building behind your ribs. His eyes were a deep brown, nearly golden in the sunlight, but held a tiredness that made you ache. Like he’d seen too much, lost too much, and still hadn’t stopped running.

He’d been staying here on and off for the past six months. At first, like all of them, he kept his distance: polite but guarded. But something changed after a particularly bloody mission left him limping into your foyer, soaked to the bone and barely conscious. You’d bandaged him, fed him, and let him crash on the couch. When he woke up, you were asleep in the chair beside him, your head resting on your knees, keeping watch.

That’s when it began.

He came back more often after that. Started helping out. Fixing the front steps, chopping wood, organizing the shelf of burner phones and bloodied medical supplies. He’d sit at the kitchen table while you read, just listening. Some nights, you’d find him asleep against your door, not because he was guarding you… but maybe just because it made him feel safe.

And eventually, those quiet moments turned into kisses. Into hands brushing yours while you poured coffee. Into whispered jokes and unspoken promises. He never said he loved you—not out loud—but the way he looked at you made it hard to imagine otherwise.

You weren’t a couple, there wasn’t time for that. Liu was full of pent-up anger and was too unsure of himself to settle anything—especially with you. You slept together here and there, he always stayed around to make sure you were safe. But there was just something holding him back from moving forward—from making you his. It didn’t bother you—at least not as much as you’d care to think it did—but it was nice to watch him move around your kitchen while he cooked you dinner and pretend.

You liked watching him when he thought you weren’t looking—brushing his hair back from his face, adjusting the cuffs of his jacket, sitting on the porch with his fingers twitching like he wanted to reach for something he couldn’t name.

A thick trace of stitches ran across his face, and you’d traced it once with your thumb in the dark. He didn’t flinch. He’d just closed his eyes and leaned into you like it was the only time he ever let himself rest.

He dressed plainly—dark flannels, sturdy boots, a jacket that smelled like tobacco and cold air. But it suited him.

He didn’t try to scare you. He didn’t have to. There was something about Liu that felt inevitable. Solid. And when he looked at you, it felt like coming home to something you didn’t know you’d lost.

It was simple. It was real, or as real as it could be.

Until last night.

Until he stood in your room, jaw clenched, eyes dark. “He knows.”

You’d blinked from your place in bed. “Who?”

“Jeff.”

You knew the name. Of course, you knew the name.

Jeff the Killer. The infamous maniac with the carved smile, Liu’s estranged brother. You’d heard stories—hell, half your guests dropped his name when telling horror stories over whiskey and bandages. You’d never met him, but even through myth, he left a long shadow.

Liu hadn’t said much more. Just paced the room, rubbing the back of his neck like the old pain was crawling up his spine again.

“He’s coming here. Soon. He knows I’m here. Some shithead friends of his let him know.”

Now, this morning, you could feel the weight of that truth sinking into your bones. The tea had gone cold, and Liu hadn’t come downstairs yet. You knew he wasn’t sleeping.

And then, as if summoned by thought alone, a low rumble broke through the quiet. An engine, loud and ragged, rolled up the gravel road leading to the front of the house. You dried your hands on your sweater, heart picking up speed.

He was here.

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The motorcycle stalled in a gravel spit.

Jeff swung one leg off, hoodie smudged with dried something—you didn’t want to guess what—and his signature grin already in place. The first thing you noticed about him wasn’t the scars. It wasn’t even the way his smile looked like it had been carved with a kitchen knife and frozen in place. It was his eyes. Wide, wild, locked onto you like he was trying to decide whether to flirt or flay you alive.

His skin was ghost-pale, almost grey in the wrong light, stretched tight over sharp cheekbones and an unnervingly youthful face that shouldn’t have belonged to a killer. He had the kind of smile that made your stomach twist—not out of fear exactly, but from something darker.

His black hair was a mess, hanging around his face in uneven strands like he’d hacked at it with scissors in a fit. He wore an old white hoodie, stained and frayed at the sleeves, and jeans that had seen too many nights and too many bodies.

“Well, well,” he muttered, eyeing the house. “Big bro’s been busy.”

He kicked a stone with his boot and strode up the porch steps like he owned the place. Didn’t knock. Didn’t hesitate. Just opened the door.

You were already there in the foyer.

And when your eyes met his for the first time, he stopped walking.

“…Huh,” Jeff said, tilting his head, eyes scanning you up and down. “So you’re the reason Liu’s been ignoring me.”

You didn’t flinch, even though something in his presence was undeniably wrong. 

“He’s not ignoring you,” you said, voice steady. “He’s just been busy.”

Jeff snorted, “Same thing.”

And then, before you could answer, a low voice cut through the silence like a gunshot.

“Jeff.”

Liu stood at the top of the stairs, eyes hard, shirt wrinkled from pacing all night. His knives were sheathed, but you knew that meant nothing.

Jeff looked up, grin sharpening. “Liu! You didn’t tell me your new girl was such a hottie. You should’ve introduced us sooner. Sharing’s caring, right?”

“She’s not yours to share,” Liu growled, coming down step by step. “You’re not welcome here.”

Jeff shrugged, kicking the door closed behind him. “I don’t think you get to make the rules, big brother.”

Your stomach dropped.

The house had held killers before—shit, it had hosted worse. But the energy between these two? This wasn’t going to be some cold-shouldered stand-off.

This was a powder keg. And you were the spark.

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You weren’t sure when Jeff stopped being a guest and started acting like he owned the place. Maybe it was the third day, when he dragged his boots across the kitchen counter like he was testing your patience, or maybe it was the second night, when he stole Liu’s cigarettes and spelled “BITCH” in ashes on the porch.

Either way, your home hadn’t felt like yours since he arrived.

“You make cookies now?” Jeff snorted on his fifth night there, leaning over your shoulder like a ghost you couldn’t exorcise. “God, Liu, she’s really domesticating you. Next thing you know, you’ll be wearing matching aprons and talking about country cooking recipes.”

You didn’t dignify it with a response. Liu didn’t either—but the way his jaw ticked told you he was fighting the urge to plant his brother into the floorboards.

It had been like this all week. Jeff worming his way into every quiet moment, every near-kiss and fleeting brush of fingers. He didn’t just ruin the peace—he savored it. You’d catch him watching you from doorways, eyes wide and wild, that carved smile stretching a little wider every time Liu’s hands found your waist or your fingers tangled in his hair.

Like he knew. 

On Tuesday, Liu’s hand had been at the small of your back, lips ghosting your neck as he murmured something low and quiet against your skin. You’d been curled into him on the couch, the rest of the world finally quiet for once.

Then—

“Oh no. Am I interrupting?” Jeff’s voice rang out from the kitchen like a gunshot. He leaned in the doorway holding a beer he didn’t ask for and a grin like he’d been waiting to deliver that line all day.

Liu stood so fast the couch creaked. “Get out.”

“Of the house, or the room?” Jeff asked innocently. “You gotta be specific with me, bro. Boundaries, right?”

You had to pull Liu back by the arm before he could do something regrettable.

Thursday was worse.

The bedroom. The bedroom, for God’s sake. You’d locked the door. You were sure of it.

You were on top of Liu, his shirt half off, your fingers gripping the scarred line of his hip like you meant it, nearly unbuttoning the top of his jeans—but alas.

“Ohhhh no, don’t stop on my account.” Jeff’s voice from the hallway, accompanied by a loud rattling of the doorknob. “Hey, I found an old picture of Liu as a kid! Wanna see him with braces and a bowl cut?”

You nearly screamed. Liu did scream—into a pillow.

Every day chipped away at him a little more. You could see it—shoulders tight, eyes sharp, voice shorter with each passing hour. Liu had always been careful with his emotions, even around you. Controlled. But lately, he wore his tension like a second skin.

And you did your best. You really did.

Late-night whispers. Quiet reassurances. Hands threading through his hair as he sat on the floor in front of you, leaning his weight into your thighs like it was the only peace he could find.

“I can make him leave,” you said one night, softly. “I can ask Slender—”

“No.” Liu’s voice was gravel. “He’ll twist it. Make it worse. He holds Slender’s favor more than you do. He’s already trying to prove something.”

“To who?”

Liu didn’t answer. But the look in his eyes said enough.

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It happened mid-afternoon.

You were in the front yard, hanging up sheets on the line, the breeze soft and quiet for once. Liu had been helping, mostly because you liked the way he looked with sleeves rolled up and sunlight on his skin.

Jeff was on the porch, feet kicked up, flipping a knife through his fingers like he was bored.

“You look real cozy,” he called. “Gotta say, I never pegged you for the ‘play house’ type, Liu. What happened? Lose your edge?”

Liu didn’t answer. Didn’t even look up.

Jeff stood. Walked down the steps slowly. “C’mon, man. I mean, I’m happy for you. You’re so… normal now. Warm food, soft bed, a girl who pretends not to be afraid of you—”

Liu turned.

“Shut your mouth.”

Jeff smirked. “Touched a nerve, did I?”

“You’ve been pushing me all week.”

Jeff took a step closer, throwing the knife down, the blade sticking up in the dirt. “Not my fault you’ve gone soft. You think that little taste of comfort’s gonna fix what we are? You think playing boyfriend makes you less of a monster?”

Liu didn’t speak. He launched at Jeff instead.

The sheet in your hands flew into the grass as the bodies hitting each other rattled your senses.

Fists. Grunts. A crack as someone’s back hit the porch railing. Jeff laughing like it was the best thing that had happened to him all month, even as Liu slammed him into the ground, dirt flying from the impact.

You ran to them—shouting, grabbing at shoulders, but neither of them heard you. Or if they did, they didn’t care.

Jeff’s smile was bloody, broken-lipped but ecstatic.

“There’s my brother,” he snarled through his teeth. “I knew he was still in there.”

Liu had Jeff by the collar, slamming him into the dirt, and Jeff was laughing through a split lip like this was Christmas morning. Fists cracked against ribs. Elbows scraped across gravel. It wasn’t a fight—it was a blood-soaked grudge that had waited years for permission to surface.

“Boys—!”

You grabbed at Liu’s arm, tugged, but he threw Jeff off with a snarl that barely sounded human.

Jeff hit the ground hard but rolled to his feet like nothing fazed him. Blood on his teeth. Dirt on his smile.

“Oh, come on, sweetheart,” Jeff grinned, his eyes sliding to you like oil over glass. “You sure you want him when I’m this much fun? Gotta say, if you’re into bad boys, you’re fishing in the wrong half of the gene pool.”

That did it.

There was no warning—just a roar and the sudden weight of his body colliding with Jeff’s. Liu’s hands curled in the fabric of his brother’s hoodie, shoving him down, dragging him closer like he couldn’t decide whether to kill him right there or throw him for distance.

You stepped between them this time—hard. Shoving at Liu’s chest. Pushing Jeff back with your forearm, even though his breath ghosted across your neck when he leaned in with that maddening smile.

“Jesus, fuck!” you shouted, shoving Liu harder. “Liu, stop—it’s not worth it, he’s not worth it!”

Liu’s chest heaved. His hands dropped. Jeff staggered back, arms spread, still smirking like a devil on his way out of a church.

“You two always this dramatic?” he said with a whistle. “Can’t wait for the honeymoon.”

You barely had time to look back before Liu grabbed your wrist and hauled you toward the house.

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The bedroom door slammed shut behind you. You barely had time to take a breath before Liu paced away from you, hands tangled in his hair like he was trying to rip the rage out by the roots.

You watched him. The curve of his back. The shudder in his shoulders. The blood on his mouth that wasn’t his.

He looked like a bomb still ticking.

You stepped forward carefully, holding your voice low. “Sit down.”

“I’m fine.”

“Liu. Sit.”

He didn’t argue. That was almost worse.

You soaked a cloth in warm water from your bathroom sink, wrung it out, and knelt in front of him as he sat on the edge of your bed. He winced slightly as you dabbed at his face, and your fingers brushed the fresh bruise blooming near his cheekbone. A scrape at his jaw. Blood trickling from his lip.

“I’m sorry,” he muttered.

You kept dabbing.

“I didn’t mean to—”

“I said, hold still.”

He did.

Silence settled between you, thick as syrup. The scrape of cloth over skin. The scent of sweat and copper. The pressure of unspoken words burning behind both your tongues.

“I hate the way he talks to you,” Liu said quietly. “Like you’re something to taunt me with. Like you’re not your own person.”

You swallowed hard, forcing yourself to keep your touch steady. “I can handle Jeff.”

“No, you shouldn’t have to.”

He looked up at you then—eyes wide, dark, wounded in a way you weren’t used to seeing from him. And it broke something.

“Then what, Liu? You fight every time he opens his mouth? Every time he looks at me sideways? That’s your plan?”

He didn’t respond. His hands curled on his knees.

Your voice cracked. “Do you really think I’d leave you just because he acts like an ass?”

“That’s not what this is—”

“Then what is it?”

He hung his head, refusing to look at you. “He gets into your head, that’s what he does. He poisons everything. He’ll make you think I’m weak. He’ll make you see me the way I see myself and then—then you’ll go.”

Your breath caught.

“You think I’m that shallow? After everything we’ve been through? All this time? You really think one fight, one nasty word from Jeff, and I’m just gonna—what? Forget you? Walk away?” You dropped the bloodied cloth on the nightstand. “You crawl into my bed every night, Liu. You kiss me every morning. I let you touch me every time you want. But when I ask you what we are—when I try to talk about us—you shut down. You deflect. You pretend like none of this is happening.”

Now his eyes lifted to yours. Tired. Haunted.

“You know why.”

“Yeah?” Your voice cracked. “Because of Jeff? Because you’re scared he’ll ruin this, just like he ruins everything?”

“No. Because I’ll ruin it.”

That hit you harder than you expected. You blinked, gathering your thoughts, then took a step back.

“You think I don’t know what I’m getting into?” you asked, incredulous. “You think I’ve just been guessing this whole time about who you are and what you’ve done? Liu—I see you. Every part of you. And I still want you.”

He stood up, slowly. “You think you see me, but you don’t. You don’t know what it’s like to live in fear of someone taking something from you—”

“Oh, please,” you snapped, “don’t make this about him again.”

Liu’s jaw clenched.

“All of this has been for you,” you continued, voice rising. “I stood between you and him. I defended you when he laughed in my face about this. And every time I think we’re about to be something real, you pull away. Like I’m just a place you crash when it’s too hard to breathe out there.”

He looked stunned. And then—ashamed.

You felt tears sting behind your eyes. Angry ones.

“Just say it,” you whispered. “Say you don’t want me. Say I’m nothing to you. I’d rather hear the worst than keep guessing.”

Liu stepped toward you like the floor burned under his feet.

“I want you.”

You blinked, startled.

“I do,” he said again, quieter now. “I just don’t know if I know how to keep something good. I don’t want to give you a broken name with blood all over it and call it a relationship. I don’t even know if I’m capable of that kind of peace anymore.”

You stared at him.

“Then stop crawling into my bed if you’re going to keep crawling out of this.”

Silence. Heavy. Crushing.

He opened his mouth—but you didn’t want to hear it anymore. You turned away, biting your cheek hard to keep the tears back.

And that’s when he stormed out.

Boots thudding hard down the stairs. The slam of the front door so loud it rattled the picture frames.

You stood there, chest tight, breath sharp.

And then—like a bad punchline—you heard the soft laugh from the doorway.

“Yikes.”

You turned.

Jeff was leaning against the doorframe like he’d been there for a while. Arms crossed, lip still bleeding, a spark of mischief in his eye like he lived for scenes like this.

“I mean,” he said, tilting his head. “I knew I could push him, but damn. I didn’t expect to break him.”

You didn’t answer. You couldn’t.

Jeff’s smile widened.

“You sure you’re with the right brother?” Jeff’s voice lilted, lazy and smug like he thought this was a joke he’d already won.

But you weren’t in the mood to play along.

You stepped toward him—slow, measured. Not flinching when his black-rimmed eyes flicked to you, head still tilted like a curious animal.

“I’m going to tell you something,” you said, low and controlled, even though your hands were shaking. “And you’re going to listen.”

Jeff’s smirk twitched. “Oh? This where you scold me? I kinda like it when you get mean.”

You didn’t smile. You didn’t blink.

“You’ve done everything in your power to get under Liu’s skin since the second you walked through that door. You’ve stirred shit, ruined my nights, made me feel unsafe in my own home—all because you’re jealous he has something you don’t.”

That made the grin falter.

“I’m not scared of you, Jeff,” you continued, stepping closer, voice rising now. “You want people to think you’re scary shit, but you’re not. You’re just bitter. Bitter and lonely and too much of a coward to say what you really want, so you lash out like a damn child.”

Jeff’s tongue pressed to the inside of his cheek—or what was left of it. His eyes darkened, narrowed. “You talk a lot for someone who’s just fucking my brother.”

Your hand moved before your brain caught up.

Crack.

His head snapped sideways from the force of your slap. Not hard enough to injure—but hard enough to shock him.

Silence rang between you.

Jeff touched his jaw slowly, expression unreadable.

“I warned you,” you said through your teeth, chest heaving. “Don’t talk about me like I’m a toy, and don’t talk about Liu like he’s nothing. He is so much more than you’ll ever let yourself be.”

Jeff stared at you. Quiet. Still.

Then he let out a soft laugh. Not his usual unhinged cackle—this one was… lower—like a rumbling of thunder before a storm.

“You’re hot,” he said, lips twitching again. “I can see why he’s got it bad.”

You stepped back.

“You’ve made your point,” you said, voice still trembling. “You hate seeing him happy. You hate being reminded that someone chooses him and not you. But let me make my point, Jeff—he didn’t have to twist my arm. He didn’t trick me. I chose him. And I’ll keep choosing him. No matter how many times you try to tear him down.”

For a second—just a second—you saw something flicker behind Jeff’s eyes. Something hollow.

And then it was gone. Replaced with a grin, as always.

“Careful,” he murmured. “You keep talking like that, and I might fall for you myself.”

You stared at him.

“I’d rather kiss a live wire.”

Jeff chuckled. “Kinky.”

Then he turned on his heel and walked down the hall, hands in his pockets like none of it mattered. Like you hadn’t peeled back something raw and ugly underneath that smiling mask.

── .✦

If you thought confronting Jeff would stop him… It didn’t.

It just got so much worse.

At first, you thought maybe he’d follow his brother—maybe go chase down the fight they never finished, disappear into the woods and let the house exhale. But Jeff didn’t leave. No, he stayed.

And with Liu gone, you became his new favorite punching bag.

You’d underestimated how deep Jeff’s need for chaos went. Because now it wasn’t about riling up his brother—it was about you. The way your breath caught when he brushed past you. The way you stiffened when his voice dropped low behind your ear. The way you never told anyone—even when Natalie had stopped by one night for drinks and questioned why it smelled like wet dog in here.

It started in the kitchen.

Leaning too close when you were washing dishes. “That’s a nice shirt,” he said once, voice like heat down your spine. “But it’d look better on the floor.”

You told him to screw off.

He just grinned.

It got worse in the hallway.

Late at night, brushing against you with that sinful gait, eyes roaming like he had every right. One hand braced beside your head on the wall while he blocked your path, that crooked smile dripping with sin. “Liu’s not here,” he murmured. “What’s stopping you?”

You shoved past him. Locked your door.

But it didn’t stop him from knocking and whispering nasty jokes through the wood.

Then one night, you caught him sitting in the armchair in your room when you came out of the shower—legs spread, jacket halfway unzipped, eyes slow and heavy-lidded as they trailed down your towel-covered body.

“Relax,” he said before you could scream. “Door was unlocked. Thought you might need company.”

You threw him out that night. But your hands shook for twenty minutes after.

Because here’s the truth you didn’t want to admit:

You hated it. You hated him.

But somewhere in the dark corners of your mind, the part of you that had been strung out for weeks on tension and emotional warfare… liked the attention.

It stirred something twisted. Something bitter and hungry.

Because for once, someone wanted you.

Liu wanted to protect you. Wanted to keep you at arm’s length.

Jeff? Jeff didn’t hesitate. Jeff took.

You despised that. You craved it anyway. And that’s what confused you most.

── .✦

You were in the laundry room, bent over the dryer, when you felt him behind you. Not heard—felt. Like a chill up your spine. Like static.

Then his hand grazed the back of your thigh. Not hard, not rough, but there—fingers dragging up your skin just under your shorts.

You spun around with a start, heart hammering.

“Don’t touch me,” you snapped.

Jeff raised his hands in mock surrender, smirk curling wide. “Can’t help it. You bend over like that, and I forget my manners.”

“I mean it,” you said, voice trembling with fury. “I don’t care where Liu is—if you ever touch me like that again—”

“What?” he cut in, stepping closer. “You’ll slap me again?” His eyes dropped to your mouth. “You gonna do it harder this time? ‘Cause I gotta be honest, I was so horny after our little chat the other night.”

You went to slap him again, despite your better judgement.

This time, he didn’t laugh. He caught your wrist. Fast. Strong. His fingers tightened around you, and for one second, you saw the mask slip.

Not the grin. Not the predator. Something else. Something dark and lonely and boiling over.

But just as quickly, it was gone.

He let your hand go and took a step back, licking his bottom lip. “You keep looking at me like that,” he murmured, “and I’m not gonna believe you actually want me to stop teasin’ you.”

You didn’t say anything. Couldn’t. Because he wasn’t entirely wrong. And that was the part that scared you.

── .✦

The house was quiet for once. Almost peaceful.

The kind of quiet that made you anxious.

Dinner sizzled in the pan—chicken, garlic, something simple. You stirred, lost in the rhythm, ignoring the weight of Jeff’s presence sprawled across the living room couch behind you.

He’d been uncharacteristically quiet tonight. No crude remarks. No brushes of contact. No teasing.

But still there.

You glanced over your shoulder.

Jeff sat slouched in the corner of the couch, arms spread out along the top like a king surveying a kingdom, not wearing a hoodie for once—but rather a snug black t-shirt. His dark, messy hair shadowed his pale face, and for the first time in weeks, he wasn’t grinning.

He was watching you cook. Just… watching.

“You gonna stare all night, or you want something?” you muttered, trying to shake the nerves crawling up your spine.

His eyes didn’t move.

“You look different when you’re not pissed,” he said.

You blinked. “What?”

Jeff tilted his head. “Softer. Like… an actual person.”

You stared at him for a second, spatula paused mid-stir.

Of all the things he’d said to you—every disgusting, flirtatious, off-color jab—that one somehow hit the most nerve-wracking spot. It wasn’t even laced with sarcasm.

You turned back to the pan quickly, heart pounding harder than it should’ve been. It was stupid. He didn’t mean it. It was just another trick. Another way to get under your skin. But your chest still felt too warm. Like someone had opened a window you didn’t know was locked.

You rolled your eyes at yourself.

“What?” Jeff called out, smug returning. “Speechless for once?”

“Shut up,” you muttered, grabbing a second plate and spooning a portion of food onto it.

His voice floated in, casual but low, “You don’t have to do that. I know you only cook for people you give a shit about.”

You set the plate down harder than necessary, resisting the urge to launch it at his head.

“Just take the damn food,” you snapped.

But you couldn’t help it—you brought the plate to him. Didn’t throw it, didn’t shove it, just… offered it, like he was anyone else.

His fingers brushed yours when he took it.

“Thanks,” he said quietly.

You sat on the armrest across from him, arms folded tight against your chest, and didn’t look at him as you asked, “Why do you and Liu hate each other so much?”

The question sat in the air like smoke.

Jeff didn’t answer right away. He took a bite of food, chewed slowly. You watched the muscles in his jaw tense.

“I don’t hate him,” he said finally. “He just hates who I am.”

You frowned. “That’s the same thing.”

He looked at you then, something sharp but weary in his eyes. “Nah. See, Liu still thinks I’m the guy who used to apologize when I hurt someone. He thinks I’m the version of me who gave a damn. But that guy’s dead. Been dead.”

You swallowed hard. The warmth in your chest was turning into something colder.

“He looks at me and sees a grave,” Jeff said. “And I look at him and see someone who keeps digging like he’s trying to find his little brother’s corpse.”

You didn’t know what to say to that. You weren’t even sure if you should say anything. Instead, you reached for your own plate. Picked at your food. Wondered why your throat felt tight.

Jeff sat next to you in silence. Too close, despite being on the complete other side of the furniture. He didn’t say anything after his last comment. Just kept eating, slower now, more thoughtful.

You studied the floor. The scratches from boots. The little flecks of dried mud and blood that had stained the wood over time. All of it felt so far from normal. But somehow, the way Jeff was sitting here—quiet, even human for once—made you ache for something you didn’t know how to word.

“Maybe…” you began slowly, “maybe Liu just misses his little brother.”

Jeff’s fork paused halfway to his mouth.

You went on, even though your throat tightened around the words. “Maybe he just misses when you guys were a normal family. Before everything went to hell.”

There was a long, stretching silence. And then—Jeff barked a laugh. Not cruel. Not loud. Just dry, cracked, tired.

“Normal?” he repeated, shaking his head. “You think we were ever normal?”

You glanced up. His expression wasn’t mocking anymore. It was flat. Distant. His gaze stuck on the dark TV screen across from you, like he could see something that wasn’t really there. “We haven’t been normal since we were kids,” Jeff muttered. “Hell, even then… I don’t think I ever knew what normal felt like. Not really.”

You watched him quietly, heart slowing.

“I didn’t hate my parents,” he said after a moment. “Even when they looked at me like something was wrong. I didn’t even hate Liu. I just—” he broke off, jaw tightening. “Everything changed. And once it changed, I couldn’t put it back. I broke something in all of us.”

You set your plate down. The warmth in your chest was back—but it wasn’t romantic or flirty or furious. It was painful. Like looking at a child who’d been left out in the cold too long.

Jeff didn’t look like a killer right then. He looked like a boy. A boy who had lost everything. And it shattered something in you.

“Liu doesn’t hate me,” he said finally, still not meeting your eyes. “He just sees me as a threat now. Not just because I’m a killer. Not because I scare you or mess with you. But because he knows what I’ve already taken from him.”

You swallowed. “What do you mean?”

Jeff’s voice dropped to a low murmur.

“Our parents. His childhood. His peace. His brother. I took all that from him. He’s scared I’ll take you too.”

Your breath hitched. That was it, wasn’t it?

Liu hadn’t told you all the reasons. But maybe he didn’t need to. Because Jeff had already said it. Already seen it.

And now so did you.

You looked at him, really looked, and suddenly everything tilted. He wasn’t just a nightmare anymore. Not just a grinning ghost who slipped into your space and threw gasoline on every fire. He was a broken, lonely boy who’d lost everyone and didn’t know what to do with the pieces.

A boy who wanted—desperately—to be seen. Just like Liu. Just like you.

You weren’t sure when your heart started aching. You weren’t sure if it was sympathy or something worse. But when Jeff finally looked at you, his eyes weren’t gleaming with humor or mischief. They were hollow. Honest. And in that moment, you saw it clear as day: There was still someone left in there.

You didn’t know when you’d leaned closer.

Maybe it was while he talked. Maybe it was when you saw that sliver of something raw in his expression—vulnerability twisted up in teeth and bravado. But now, you were leaned toward the middle of the couch, hand braced near his knee, close enough to feel the heat radiating off his skin.

Jeff hadn’t moved. Didn’t smirk. Didn’t crack a joke.

He just watched you with a stillness that was almost skittish. Your eyes searched his face—not like you hadn’t seen it a hundred times, but this time, you looked.

The stitches. The scarring. The carved cheeks that were too tight from the grin that never left. The old bruises and newer ones. The mess of hair. The feral energy, muted now.

“If you and Liu didn’t have so many cuts and scars,” you said, voice soft, “you’d really look like brothers.”

Something shifted in his eyes. Something that wasn’t playful or dark. Just… quiet.

“You think so?” he asked, almost like a challenge. But it wasn’t sharp.

You nodded faintly, gaze lingering a second too long. “I know you’re probably used to being called a monster,” you said, barely audible. “But I think maybe you’re just… too human for your own good.”

He didn’t answer. Didn’t need to.

Your hand moved before your mind could stop it—reaching up, fingers brushing against his jaw. The skin was rough beneath your touch, the faint ridges of healed wounds cutting across smooth flesh. Jeff’s breath hitched just slightly. Not from nerves, not from arousal—but from something that felt like need.

Your thumb brushed the corner of his mouth.

And you saw it—the boy again. The one buried under blood and madness.

You leaned in close enough that your nose nearly touched his, that his hand lifted halfway toward your hip like he didn’t know whether to grab you or push you away or beg you. Your lips parted—less than an inch left between you.

And then your mind caught up with your body.

Liu.

You pulled back fast, like the air had turned to flame. Jeff blinked, breath uneven, but still didn’t say a word. You stood up like the ground had betrayed you, heat crawling up your neck in shame, in panic, in something that felt like regret already.

“I—” you shook your head, voice breaking, “I need to go.” You didn’t wait for his answer. You didn’t give him the chance to twist it into something else. You stormed up the stairs, two at a time, slamming your bedroom door shut behind you as your hands shook at your sides.

Your heart was pounding. Your mind screamed what the hell were you doing over and over like it might knock some sense into you.

Downstairs, you didn’t hear laughter. You didn’t hear footsteps. You just heard silence.

And that might’ve been the worst part of all.

── .✦

A week after that night, the front door creaked open just after midnight.

You were curled in the corner of the living room, a blanket draped around your shoulders, a cup of tea gone cold on the table. You hadn’t been sleeping much—not since that night with Jeff. Not since Liu left without a word.

But when you heard the door, your head shot up like a thread had snapped tight in your chest. Boots scuffed the floor. Then you saw him—Liu.

Hair tousled. Hoodie torn. Blood dried on the corner of his mouth. But it was him. He looked up—and when his eyes met yours, he broke. “…I couldn’t stay away.”

Your breath left you.

He dropped his bag with a thud, crossed the room in three long strides, and wrapped himself around you like a lifeline. His arms locked tight around your waist, face buried against your neck. You could feel his shoulders trembling.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered into your skin. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so fucking sorry.”

You didn’t speak. You just clutched him back, fingers twisted in his jacket, tears already spilling down your cheeks. You hated how badly you’d missed him. How much you still wanted him.

Behind Liu, leaning against the dark hallway wall, Jeff watched, his face unreadable. No smirk. No grin. Just eyes that followed the way Liu curled into you—like he needed you more than anything. Eyes that lingered, knowing what had almost happened in the quiet of this very room, what still hung between you like smoke.

You didn’t say a word to Jeff. And he didn’t say a word back.

── .✦

Later that night, you and Liu sat in the garden.

It was quiet, only the wind rustling through lavender stalks and the moon bleeding soft light across the stone path. Liu had cleaned up. His shirt was off, a gauze wrap around his ribs, bruises fading across his chest. He looked tired, but softer now. Relaxed.

He was laying back against the bench while you sat beside him, your hand tracing the curve of his wrist where it rested in your lap.

“I was at one of Slender’s outposts,” he murmured. “Didn’t even realize how far I’d gone until I couldn’t feel you anymore.”

You tilted your head. “Feel me?”

He nodded once, eyes on his hands. “Like… the memory of you. It keeps me grounded. I think about your voice when it’s too quiet. I imagine you touching my back when it hurts. I replay the way you say my name when I wake up from bad dreams.”

Your heart twisted.

“Liu…”

He glanced up, and there was something devastating in the way his eyes softened. “I thought maybe you’d be better off if I left. That Jeff would get bored and move on. That he’d stop trying to ruin what we had.”

You looked down.

And in the silence, the guilt pooled low in your gut—because that’s not what happened. He didn’t leave, and Jeff didn’t stop.

He got worse. And something inside you had let him.

“I missed you,” you whispered instead, the only truth you could bear to say aloud. “Every night. Every morning. I didn’t even want to sleep in my own bed.”

His mouth twitched into the ghost of a smile. “It’s not really your bed anymore. I made it mine months ago.”

You laughed—a tiny, broken thing—and leaned forward without thinking.

Your lips pressed to his. Gentle. Familiar. Like a sigh against his mouth.

Liu let you kiss him like he needed it to breathe. One hand slid into your hair, the other wrapping around your waist as he pulled you into his lap. You fit there like you belonged, like you always had. You kissed him deeper this time, fingers curling into his shirt, trying to remember every breath you’d missed.

But when you pulled away, your heart didn’t settle. Because all you could think about was the kitchen. The couch. The way Jeff looked at you like he saw something sacred. The way you almost kissed him too.

You sat there in Liu’s lap, forehead pressed to his shoulder, arms around his neck—and your chest ached with something you couldn’t name.

You loved him. You did.

But in that moment… you realized you wanted Jeff, too. Not instead. Not more. Just… also.

And you hated yourself for it.

So you held Liu tighter, hoping maybe that would chase the feeling away.

But it didn’t.

And somewhere behind you, through the cracked curtains of the kitchen window, you knew someone else was watching.

── .✦

The In-Between House had settled into a strange rhythm.

Liu was trying—that much was clear. He washed dishes without being asked. Helped you fold sheets even when he clearly didn’t know how. He lingered beside you in the garden a lot, his hand always finding yours when he thought Jeff wasn’t looking.

But Jeff was always looking.

He lounged around shirtless, always throwing you off guard with his strangely lean torso, flipped through your recipe cards like they were some kind of joke, and called Liu “your little housewife” every time he found him near a broom or in the kitchen.

“You missed your calling, bro,” Jeff grinned one morning, sipping your coffee like it belonged to him. “Should’ve opened a bed-and-breakfast with your girlfriend.”

Liu didn’t even look up from chopping onions. “You should try shutting the fuck up. For once.”

You rolled your eyes. “Enough.”

It was exhausting. It was normal. Until it wasn’t.

You were in the laundry room.

It was late afternoon, a few hours before the sun would set over the ridge. The washer rumbled beneath your hands as you leaned against it, trying to wrestle a stubborn bloodstain out of one of Liu’s shirts. The small space smelled like detergent and damp cotton, the dryer humming low behind you.

Then came the creak of the door. You didn’t turn. You didn’t have to.

“You know,” Jeff’s voice purred behind you, closer than it should’ve been, “you’ve got the prettiest hands.”

You stiffened.

His breath ghosted the side of your neck. “All soft. Gentle. Liu doesn’t deserve that kind of treatment.”

You finally turned your head, glaring over your shoulder. “Don’t.”

He smiled wide. “Don’t what? Flatter you? Or tell the truth?”

Then his hand—warm and confident—slid around your waist, tugging you back until your hips bumped against his. His fingers dug just enough to steal your breath, and you gasped in surprise, heat flushing up your spine.

“Jeff—” you snapped, grabbing his wrist. “Cut it out.”

But he didn’t move.

“Admit it,” he whispered in your ear. “You think about it. About me. You wonder how different it would feel—how rough I’d be.”

The door slammed open.

Jeff barely had time to blink before Liu’s fist collided with his jaw.

You screamed as Jeff staggered back, lips split, blood already pooling at the corner of his jagged mouth.

“You motherfucker—” Liu roared, grabbing the front of Jeff’s shirt and shoving him hard into the dryer.

Jeff just laughed like he loved this.

“You gonna cry, Liu?” he sneered, smearing blood from his lip with the back of his hand. “Your little housewife caught with her apron down?”

“Don’t talk about her—don’t fucking touch her!”

“I didn’t do anything she didn’t want—”

Liu punched him again. And Jeff finally hit back.

They crashed into the shelves, the detergent bottle flying off, towels toppling down like snowfall as fists connected, teeth bared, bodies grappling in the narrow space. You yelled for them to stop, heart pounding so loud you couldn’t hear yourself think.

It was brutal. It was ugly. It was personal.

Jeff stumbled back, but the grin never left his bloodied face.

“Oh, there he is,” he hissed, spitting red onto the tiled floor. “There’s the real Liu. Thought we lost you somewhere between folding pillowcases and playing boyfriend.”

Liu didn’t speak. His knuckles were bleeding. His chest heaved with a kind of rage that didn’t need words anymore. Jeff’s eyes flicked toward you. He wiped his mouth again, smearing crimson up to his cheek like warpaint. “Guess you should’ve stayed gone though. She didn’t seem to miss you that much.”

Liu flinched. Jeff stepped closer.

“Kitchen. Couch. Laundry room…” His smirk widened. “We got friendly while you were off having your little tantrum.”

You barely had time to yell—“Jeff, enough!”—before Liu lunged. They crashed back into the washer, and Jeff grunted as Liu’s shoulder slammed into his gut. The two of them hit the ground, Jeff scrambling to swing but Liu kept coming, pinning him down, forearm across his throat.

“I fucking hate you,” Liu seethed, eyes wild, hair in his face. “You came into this house and spit on everything. On her.”

“Oh, please—”

The next punch cracked Jeff’s head against the tile. You gasped, stumbling forward—but neither of them heard you. Not now.

Liu hit him again. And again. Until finally Jeff’s laughter broke off into a cough—raspy and wet—and Liu’s hands closed around his throat. He straddled Jeff’s waist, pressing down, his grip tightening like a vice. His arms trembled from rage and effort. Jeff clawed at his wrists, mouth open, teeth bared—but Liu didn’t stop.

His voice was a growl. “You don’t get to hurt her. You don’t get to touch her—”

“Liu—!” you shouted, too late, stumbling forward as the air thickened with panic. “Liu, stop it! Stop!”

Jeff’s legs kicked once. Then stilled.

“Jeff!” you screamed.

Liu’s head snapped toward you. His eyes—dark, empty, gone—met yours for half a second.

It was enough. He faltered, just slightly.

But Jeff twisted his hips hard and Liu lost his balance. With a grunt, Liu surged forward and kicked Jeff across the chest, sending him sprawling against the wall.

Jeff gasped in air, coughing violently.

Liu stood, chest heaving, blood running down the side of his face from where Jeff had landed a punch earlier. He stared down at his brother like he didn’t recognize him anymore—or maybe he had always looked at him like that.

You stood frozen—caught between the two halves of the storm, your pulse pounding in your ears.

Jeff wiped his mouth again, slower this time. He glanced up at you from the floor.

And for the first time… he didn’t smile.

The silence in the laundry room was unbearable.

Jeff sat slumped against the wall, one arm cradling his ribs, eyes still burning with something unreadable. Liu stood in the corner, hands shaking, face blood-slicked and pale beneath the rage.

And you’d had enough.

“Upstairs,” you snapped, voice like a whip. “Now.”

Neither moved.

So you stormed over—first to Liu, grabbing a fistful of his hair, yanking his head down to your level. He winced.

“You want to fight like a child? Then get treated like one.”

He didn’t argue. Just followed as you dragged him out by the hair.

Then Jeff.

“You too,” you hissed, grabbing him by the longer strands that fell past his ear, ignoring the chuckle he barely managed through the split lip.

“Shit, I like it when you’re rough.”

“Don’t talk to her—” Liu tried to cut in.

“Shut up,” you snarled between them.

The stairs groaned under your stomping feet, your hands twisted in both their hair as they stumbled and muttered behind you like scolded dogs. You threw open the bathroom door and shoved them both inside, slamming the door shut behind you.

Liu sat on the edge of the tub, his breath still uneven. Jeff leaned against the sink, blood drying at the corner of his mouth. You grabbed the washcloth, ran hot water over it, and stepped between them.

Wiping Liu’s face first—none too gently.

“You know what?” you snapped, scrubbing at the smear on his jaw. “I’m tired. I’m so tired, Liu.”

He flinched. “I know, I—”

“No. You don’t know. You left.”

You wrung the cloth out and moved to Jeff, dabbing at the blood near his nose. He didn’t move, just watched you with unreadable eyes.

“You left me here with him,” you spat, gesturing to Jeff with the cloth, “like it meant nothing. Like I meant nothing.”

Liu stiffened behind you. “I didn’t think—”

“No, you didn’t. You never think. Not about me, not about us.” You tossed the cloth in the sink and grabbed another. Your hands trembled as you turned back to Liu. “You crawl into my bed. Into my heart. And then you still act like I’m temporary. Like you’re afraid to say I’m yours.”

Liu’s throat worked. “That’s not—”

“And you,” you cut in, turning to Jeff again, stabbing the wet cloth against his cheek. He hissed but didn’t stop you. “You think this is funny. A game. Something to poke and prod and get off on.”

He grinned faintly. “Well, you do get very cute when you’re angry—”

You slapped the cloth against his chest. “Don’t push me.”

And for a moment, he didn’t. For once, Jeff stayed quiet.

Your shoulders sagged as you turned back to Liu, wiping gently under his eye. This time your voice came out softer, but sharper. “I wanted more from you. I still do. But you made it so easy for him to fill the spaces you left behind. And now…” you looked down, knuckles whitening around the cloth, “I don’t know what I want.”

Liu swallowed. “You don’t want him.”

You looked up and met Jeff’s eyes.

Your breath caught—because even after everything, he looked human. Not a monster. Not a killer. Just a boy—a boy who was hurting. Like you were.

You turned back to look at Liu. It was uncanny how similar they were beneath it all. But even still—you saw it—that boy begging to be seen, begging to be loved by something that wouldn't betray him.

Both of them pulled your heart apart in different directions.

“I don’t know what I want,” you whispered. “Because you both gave me pieces. But none of you gave me the whole thing.”

The silence in the bathroom stretched taut, fragile as glass. Jeff leaned back against the sink, his lips still bleeding faintly. Liu sat back on the edge of the tub, jaw clenched, a cut forming a crimson track beneath his cheekbone. And you stood between them—your chest heaving, your fists clenched at your sides.

They were both watching you. Waiting. Expecting. But you didn’t have the answer. You didn’t know who you wanted—who you trusted, who you needed.

So you did the only thing your body could offer. You stepped toward Liu.

He blinked, confused—until your hands were on his cheeks and your lips pressed firmly against his.

It wasn’t soft. It was hungry. Familiar. Everything you had missed in his absence. And for a moment, he kissed you back like he’d just won. Like he had won you.

But then you pulled back and walked across the room—straight to Jeff. His eyes flicked, unsure for the first time, but he didn’t move. Not even when you grabbed his face—palms rough against the dried blood—and kissed him, too. Slower this time—almost curious. His breath caught. His lips moved against yours like he’d been waiting for this—daring it to happen—and now it had.

You pulled back again, and it didn’t feel wrong. It felt like something terrible and perfect all at once.

You turned back to Liu—kissed him again, harder.

Then Jeff again.

Your fingers tangled in Liu’s shirt as you pulled him off the tub, guiding him toward the wall—then reached blindly for Jeff, dragging him forward until they stood side by side.

Until you were kissing one of them, and then the other, and then both—over and over—until your head spun and your heart thrashed and your lips couldn’t tell the difference anymore.

They were both rough. Both hungry. Both yours—and not. And the only thought that filled your brain was:

I need to know.

Your hand fisted into Liu’s jacket as you kissed Jeff again, tilting your head, pressing in deeper—then gasped against Jeff’s mouth as Liu gripped your waist from behind, yanking you back toward him for another kiss, possessive and desperate.

It blurred. Everything blurred. Tongues. Breath. Hands tangled in your hair. You didn’t know whose mouth you were kissing, whose fingers were on your waist, whose groan vibrated against your throat.

Only that it was too much—and not enough—and something in you cracked. The heat in the bathroom became suffocating, too thick for your thoughts to breathe.

You pulled back from both of them—chest rising and falling, lips red and swollen—and without a word, you turned and walked out.

You didn’t need to look back to know they followed—you could hear them shoving each other out of the way.

Your legs felt numb as you led them to your room, the creaky floorboards moaning under three sets of footsteps. You didn’t know if this was a mistake or salvation—only that you couldn’t not do it. Not anymore.

The door shut with a soft click behind you.

They both stood on opposite sides of the room—watching each other like wolves, like they still might lunge and tear each other apart.

“What the fuck are we doing?” Liu said hoarsely, jaw tight, eyes flicking from Jeff to you. “This isn’t—this isn’t how it’s supposed to be.”

Jeff scoffed from the corner. “Says the guy who ran off like a little bitch and left his girl in my lap.”

Liu stepped forward. “You don’t get to talk about her like that.”

“Oh?” Jeff tilted his head, licking the blood from his lip. “Why not? You weren’t here to stop me.”

They took angry strides toward each other—again. The tension reigniting like gasoline on flame. But before they could touch, before fists could fly or words could cut deeper—

You grabbed Jeff’s face and kissed him, hard.

It stopped him mid-growl, his hands twitching at your sides as you poured your frustration into his mouth.

Liu swore behind you, pacing—and you broke the kiss to whirl on him and grab his shirt, dragging him close and silencing him the same way.

Another kiss. Deeper. Wilder. The only language they understood.

Jeff’s hands gripped your hips from behind before Liu shoved him away and replaced them with his own. They bickered over your shoulders, voices low and angry, but you didn’t let them finish.

You kissed Jeff again—tugging him forward. Then Liu—fingers curling into his jacket as you guided them both, step by step, toward the bed.

“You’re both so fucking loud,” you whispered, breathless against Liu’s neck. “Just… shut up.”

And they did.

Because the moment the back of your knees hit the edge of the mattress and you fell back, pulling them with you, the fight turned into something else entirely. Teeth scraped against your jaw, hands tangled in your shirt—one on either side, the space between them barely wide enough for air.

They tried to fight for you. Tried to own you. But you kept them equal—a kiss for one, a kiss for the other.

Fingers sliding under fabric, bruising heat against your thighs, chest, mouth—and still you couldn’t tell whose breath was whose, whose moan curled hot against your boiling skin.

They cursed at each other over you, breathless and bitter—but whenever it got too sharp, too ugly—you silenced them again. Mouth first. Then hands. And for a moment, maybe even longer—you didn’t care if this was right or wrong.

You just wanted to feel everything. Both of them. All at once.

The mattress dipped beneath you as their weight settled on either side—Liu braced on your right, Jeff to your left. Both of them towering over you as you laid on your back. Heat radiated from both of them, breath sharp, skin flushed from the adrenaline, from you, from each other.

Liu’s hand slid under your shirt—hesitating only a second—then traveled up your stomach, callused fingers dragging heat in their wake. You gasped against his mouth as he kissed you again, deeper this time, like he was trying to stake his claim through your tongue.

Jeff chuckled low beside you. “Didn’t think you had it in you, big brother.”

You didn’t let Liu answer. Instead, you turned, lips still swollen, and kissed Jeff again—just as fiercely. He growled into it. Bit your bottom lip until you whimpered and arched your back between them. His fingers gripped your thigh, pulling it over his hip as he pressed against you—you felt the outline of his erection through his jeans.

Your body turned molten.

Fingers in your hair. Tongues tangling. Jeans scraping against bare skin. The soft creak of the bed underneath all three of you like a heartbeat, like it could barely keep up with how fast everything was escalating.

“You like being in the middle?” Jeff rasped against your jaw. “Can’t pick, so you want both? Greedy…”

You didn’t answer. But you didn’t push him away either.

You gasped when Liu tugged your shirt over your head, rough but reverent, revealing your bra that barely covered anything. He didn’t look at Jeff, didn’t even seem to see him anymore—just you, just the way your eyes fluttered when his mouth found your collarbone, the soft sound that spilled from your throat when his hand replaced his lips, trailing lower.

“Fuck,” he muttered against your skin. “You’re mine.”

Jeff scoffed, breath hot against your neck. “Pretty sure she wanted me first.”

“I came back,” Liu snapped.

“I never left,” Jeff snarled.

Your fingers gripped the back of both their necks—one in each hand—and pulled them down again.

You were drowning in them—one hand sliding under your spine, the other gripping your waist, their movements chaotic and possessive and worshipful all at once as each brother attacked opposite sides of your neck, racing to see who could leave more bruises.

You whimpered, stuck between them, dizzy on the edge of something you couldn’t name—couldn’t control.

Jeff’s voice dropped to your ear as he pulled your hips against his lap, grinding against your thigh. “You’re shaking. You like this, don’t you? You love being wanted like this.”

You gasped. You weren’t sure if it was in protest or agreement.

Liu shoved him aside and kissed you again, harder this time—desperate. “Don’t listen to him. Don’t let him twist you up. I’m right here. I’m real.”

You pushed them both back—palms to their chests, breathless and flushed, pupils blown wide. For a second, neither moved. They just stared, stunned, as if you’d taken the oxygen from the room by stepping away.

And then—your feet touched the floor.

You stood at the edge of the bed, bra-strap falling off your bare shoulder, skin flushed and marked from their mouths and hands. Your chest rose and fell as you looked down at them, at the chaos you’d created.

Liu was sitting up, chest heaving, eyes glued to you with a reverence that almost hurt. Jeff leaned back on one elbow, a smirk growing at the corner of his mouth, tongue sliding across his bottom lip like he was tasting the memory of you. You met both their gazes. Your fingers moved slowly, deliberately, hooking under the waistband of your pants.

And you smiled.

“Since you two can’t shut up,” you said, voice low and dangerous, “maybe I should show you which one of you I’m choosing.”

Their eyes snapped to your hands as you slid your pants down—inch by inch. Not rushed, not shy. You wanted them to see. You wanted them to burn.

Jeff muttered something under his breath as his eyes dragged down your body, and Liu looked like he might lose his mind, hands clenched into fists at his thighs like it was taking everything in him not to reach for you.

Your pants hit the floor.

You stepped out of them slowly, walking a slow circle in front of the bed, letting your fingers run down your own sides, over the curve of your hip, teasing the edge of your underwear—leaving nothing to imagination. Their breathing got heavier. The room got hotter.

“Still fighting?” you asked, tilting your head. “Still arguing over me?”

Neither answered. They couldn’t. You saw the tint in their jeans, the way their bulges hugged against their hips. You walked back toward the bed, and their eyes never left you. You climbed up between them again, kneeling—your mouth finding Liu’s first, devouring his stunned groan as your hand fisted in his shirt.

Then Jeff—hot, open-mouthed, teeth clashing.

You tasted like fire and they drank deep.

You stayed on your knees between them, breathing hard—feeling their eyes eat up every inch of your bare skin like they were starving.

And you knew they were.

You could feel it in the way Liu’s chest rose and fell too fast, his fists still clenched like he didn’t trust himself to move without breaking something. In the way Jeff licked his lips again, slower this time, that lazy smirk slipping into something darker, more impatient.

They’d fought for you—bled for you—and now, they were waiting. Waiting to be chosen.

You looked between them, then leaned toward Liu first. His eyes searched yours like he couldn’t believe this was real. Like he’d already convinced himself it would be taken away again. You weren’t letting him fall into that lie—not tonight.

Your fingers moved to the hem of his shirt, tugging it gently. “Up,” you said softly.

He obeyed without question, arms lifting—his breath hitching as your hands slid under the fabric, knuckles brushing his stomach before you peeled it over his head. He shivered, not from cold—but from you—from the way you looked at him now. Like he was something you’d chosen. Something you wanted to keep.

His chest bore the scars of a life lived in violence—some fresh, others long-healed. You ran your fingers over one near his ribs, soft and slow, and his eyes fluttered closed under your touch.

Then you turned to Jeff. He didn’t need asking.

He was already leaning forward, cocky grin twitching at the corner of his mouth as he tugged at the hem of his hoodie. “You gonna be gentle with me too, sweetheart?”

You didn’t answer. You leaned closer, pressed your palms flat against his stomach, dragging them up slowly—watching the smirk on his face falter as you pushed his hoodie and shirt up over his head.

His torso was leaner than Liu’s—cut with the kind of sharp muscle that came from desperation, not discipline. You traced the faint lines of his abs, ignoring the way he hissed through his teeth when your nails scratched lightly down his side.

“Damn,” he muttered, watching you. “You’ve got magic hands, girl.”

You rolled your eyes and shoved him back down to sit, earning a low chuckle from him—and a jealous glance from Liu.

You looked between the two of them again, heart thudding, skin buzzing with too much sensation. You couldn’t believe this was happening—not just the touch, the skin, the fire—but the way they were looking at you. Like you were holy. Like they’d been fighting a war just to stand at your altar.

You stood up between them, looking left, then right.

You pressed a hand to each of their chests and guided them both to stand, backing them toward the foot of the bed until they were facing each other, you in the middle.

You could feel the heat rolling off their bodies. They stood still, barely breathing, as your fingers ghosted over their waistbands.

“Don’t move,” you whispered. Then you dropped to your knees.

The sound of Jeff’s breath catching was sharp. Liu exhaled like he’d been punched in the gut. You looked up at them—your hands at their hips, your mouth parted, your eyes heavy-lidded and sure.

“This is what you’ve both been fighting over, isn’t it?” you asked, voice like velvet laced with fire. “Me. On my knees for you.”

Neither of them spoke, just shot glares at the other.

You undid Jeff’s jeans first. Slowly, tugging his belt apart, pulling the zipper down, brushing your knuckles along the tight skin beneath. You didn’t pull them all the way down—not yet. Just enough to make him twitch, to make him curse softly under his breath and grip the back of your head like he was trying not to lose it. You could see the length of him in his boxers.

Then Liu. You turned and gave him the same treatment, tugging at his button, dragging your palms along the waistband, making sure your fingers brushed lower than necessary, running up the side of his bulge.

You leaned in, kissed the spot just above his hip. His knees buckled slightly. You heard him whisper your name like a prayer. 

You sat back on your heels, looking up at them both.

“You’re both mine tonight,” you said, quiet but firm. “You’ll fight later. But right now—” You smiled. “Right now, you just focus on me.”

You turned to Liu first—you owed him that much.

Liu’s breath hitched when your palm slid over his clothed cock, and his confidence to keep his attention on you all but evaporated when you drew him out of his waistband. He was long, mouth-wateringly so. Your mouth waters as you grip the base tight, so achingly hard and flushed your favorite shade of pink. Precum leaking down his glistening veins, twitching at the mere sound of your voice as you mutter, “Oh. You really did miss me.”

His brow knitted in concentration while you slowly slid your fingers over his length, dragging your hand from blushing head to thick base, unmoving until your gaze fell back on Jeff. 

All his arrogance had abandoned him, leaving the killer in a hungry stare down at your hand. Then, giddy delight overcame you, and a single stroke drew a gasp out of Liu that Jeff couldn’t ignore. His eyes glared, hands twitching at his sides like he could barely hold himself back with jealousy. If that wasn't encouragement enough, the sudden groan that slipped out of Liu while he relaxed into your fist sure was—groaning into his palm as you jerked him.

You turned back to face Liu, and Jeff swore.

“You’ve been waiting for this,” you whispered, letting your breath ghost over him. “Every night you climbed into my bed like you belonged there. Like I was already yours.”

He nodded. Swallowed hard. “You are mine,” he rasped.

You smiled. “Then prove it.”

Liu’s throbbing head pokes your kiss-bitten lips, precum salty on your tongue. You spare no mercy. Liu’s heavy breaths sound in the still air as your bruised lips inch closer to his throbbing cock. A deep breath, and you spit on his blushing head, saliva dripping down the side of his length and to where you gently grasped his base—eager to make him moan loud enough to have Jeff upset.

Liu lets out a strangled moan as you flatten your tongue and take his tip into your mouth, sucking gently. He bucks his hips into your mouth as you run your tongue along his sensitive slit “Shit- Sorry, baby. M’sorry.”

Popping off his aching cock, you press kisses to the side of his length. He groans lowly at the vibrations as Jeff snarls behind you, “Why do I have to just stand here?”

You ignored him, instead you asked Liu, "How's it feel, knowing the man you hate has to just stand there and watch me suck your dick?"

Liu’s lip curled at the very mention of Jeff, and you sped up. Whatever rage was brewing in him fizzled out in an instant, and he swallowed hard. "Feels good." He ground out between grit teeth, helpless to keep up with your pace. "Feels so—fuck, okay—" Liu chokes on his words as you take him fully into your mouth—partly because you wanted to hear him whine, and partly because wanted to hear the snarl that let out behind you.

“Sh-shit. Jus’ like that.” he rasps as you suck him at a dizzying pace. Precum drips down the side of your mouth as you take him in deeper—nose meeting the curly brown hair on his pelvis. Your mouth burns at the stretch, his hips grinding lightly into your mouth to meet each bob of your head. Your cunt aches in your panties at how desperate he is.

But this is meant to be a decisive act—so you pop off his cock, spit and precum shining across your lips as Liu whines at the loss. You give him two pumps of your fist before you’re pulling away completely, followed by a pathetic whine.

You turned to Jeff slowly—deliberately—your lips still wet, your chin still glistening with the proof of what you’d just done. His eyes dragged over your face, to your mouth, down your throat, and you saw it: He was panting.

Jeff nearly rips your hair out with the way he moves closer, searing his fingers into your hair and pressing his hips toward your face. Your hand slid across the front of his jeans—he was already hard. Painfully so. He flinched the moment you touched him, like he’d been waiting for it this whole time, suffering in silence while his brother got everything he wanted.

Good.

You hooked your fingers in his waistband and pulled, yanking his jeans down hard enough to make him stumble toward you. He was laughing—but there was no humor in it. It was sharp, shaky. Desperate.

“You just had to start with him, huh?” he muttered, voice low and strained. “Trying to kill me, sweetheart?”

You looked up at him with heat in your eyes, lips parted just slightly. “Maybe.”

Jeff didn’t flinch away when you reached up to palm him through the thin fabric of his boxers. His hips bucked into your hand—sharp, involuntary—and he groaned, biting down on the sound like it burned to let it out.

You tugged the last barrier down and watched as he hissed through his teeth, his cock springing free, heavy and already dripping. You didn’t touch him right away—just looked. Let the silence stretch. Let him suffer.

“Poor baby,” you said, saccharine sweet. “You always need what’s not yours, don’t you?”

He opened his mouth to fire back—something cocky, something cruel—but you took him into your mouth before he could say a single word.

He swore.

Moaning at his slightly salty taste, you take in as much of him as you can—inch by fucking inch. Not stopping till your nose meets the small tufts of black hair at this toned pelvis. He has been patient—loudly so—but he deserved to be rewarded.

Hips jerking so fast, his veins graze against the roof of your mouth as you start bobbing your head at a quick, ruthless pace. Milking Jeff’s heavy cock for all he’s worth. Not even easing him into it, because if he liked intense—he was going to have it.

Where Liu was all breathy groans, Jeff was loud and mouthy. “Oh- Oh fuck! Feels s’good hngh—” he babbles, hips bucking up involuntarily into your warm, plush mouth. “Shit shit shit oh—” Jeff’s carding his fingers through your hair, holding you steady as he rams his cock down your throat.

“Fuck- m’s-sorry, sweetheart. S’too ngh— fucking good.” His words slur together, drunk off the way you gag around him. Letting yourself be used as he fucks your mouth so ferally—letting his impatience simmer out through your throat.

You moaned around him just to feel him twitch.

“Fuck,” Jeff groaned, his head falling back, throat bared. “God, you’re—you’re so much worse than I thought, I swear—”

He cursed again—louder this time—as you dragged your tongue up the underside of his cock, letting it rest against your lips before swallowing him down once more, deeper this time, until he hit the back of your throat and grunted so violently you had to grip his thighs to steady him.

You pulled off before his hands could push your head any deeper, earning you a hearty swear and fingers that tried to drag you back. “No— no, wait—”

You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, breath heavy, heart pounding like a war drum in your chest.

And you weren’t finished.

Not even close.

You rose to your feet just long enough to reach for Liu, tugging his hand until followed—his breath still shaky, his face flushed and eyes glazed over from how thoroughly you’d wrecked him minutes ago. But you weren’t done with him. Not by a long shot.

“Sit back,” you whispered, nudging him toward the edge of the bed.

He obeyed without question, collapsing back onto the mattress, legs parted, cock still heavy and twitching with need. You knelt again between his legs—this time slower, more intimate, dragging your nails lightly down his thighs, dragging his jeans off his hips and down to his ankles, before leaning in.

You took him back into your mouth.

Liu gasped—hands clutching the sheets now instead of your hair, trying to ground himself as your tongue slid over him, as your mouth sank down and your jaw relaxed, swallowing him deeper than before.

Your free hand reached behind you…for Jeff.

He hissed the second your fingers wrapped around his wilting cock, your grip tight, smooth, deliberate. He was still standing where you left him, staring down at you with an expression you’d never seen before—half reverent, half wrecked. Like he couldn’t believe this was happening, like he didn’t want it to stop.

Your hand pumped him in steady rhythm, just enough to keep him gasping, to keep him right on the edge while your mouth worked Liu, your tongue flicking and swirling in ways that made him groan low in his throat and whisper your name like a prayer.

And god—it was power. Having them both like this. Their hands clenched, their thighs trembling, their breath stuttering—all from you.

Jeff’s hips rocked into your hand, slow at first, like he didn’t want to break the rhythm. His voice was hoarse above you, tight with restraint. “Fuck, sweetheart… you’re really trying to kill us, huh?”

You hummed around Liu’s cock, and both of them twitched.

Liu’s hips lifted involuntarily—your hands pushed him gently back down. You set the pace. You decided who came and when and how. And the way they both looked at you—like they were afraid to move without your permission—only made it sweeter.

Your hand on Jeff picked up speed. Your mouth on Liu grew messier, wetter, filthier. And still, you didn’t stop.

You pulled off Liu with a lewd pop, strings of spit still clinging to your lips, his cock glistening and twitching from your mouth’s attention. He stared down at you, pupils blown wide, chest heaving, sweat sticking his hair to his temples. One hand gripped into the sheets; the other clenched the edge of the bed like he needed it to stay grounded.

You didn’t give him time to speak. Instead, you turned and faced Jeff.

He was already ready. Panting. Eyes nearly feral from the constant teasing you’d inflicted on him, your hand still pumping him, gliding through precum and tension and something deeper, something volatile. His hips rocked forward as you looked up at him through your lashes, your lips curled into something just shy of a smirk.

“Your turn,” you murmured.

He didn’t even speak—just growled low in his throat as you leaned in and wrapped your lips around the head of his cock, still planted between Liu’s legs.

Jeff shuddered. Loudly. Visibly.

“Jesus—fuck—you’re gonna ruin me—”

You didn’t stop. Didn’t pause. Just sucked him deeper, letting your tongue drag along the underside, your jaw relaxing, taking more of him in with every pass. His hand clamped down in your hair—tighter than Liu’s, rougher, more erratic—trying his best not to throatfuck you.

But you weren’t forgetting Liu. No, you never forgot.

Even as you swallowed Jeff down, you reached over with your free hand and wrapped it tight around his cock—stroking him slowly, purposefully, making him groan aloud as his body jolted from the sudden return of attention.

Liu’s eyes dropped closed, face tilting toward the ceiling as he bit out your name, his hand covering yours, fingers lacing as he guided your pace. Jeff, meanwhile, was a shaking mess above you, hips twitching, teeth clenched so hard you swore you could hear the strain. He tangled a fist in your hair again, trying his damn best to make you go faster.

You moaned around Jeff’s cock—and that was it.

His knees buckled, and he had to grab the bedpost beside him just to stay upright. You swallowed deeper, faster, letting him hit the back of your throat, letting him lose the rest of his restraint until he was swearing nonstop, twitching hard in your mouth. You could taste the globs of precum that shot against your tongue.

And then—

You pulled off him. Just like that. Snapping your hand off of Liu, too.

Both of them gasped—voices high, ragged, needy. And you stood up, slowly. Your lips were swollen, slick with spit and heat and satisfaction. You looked between the two of them—Liu flushed and panting, Jeff wild-eyed and shaking—and smiled like the devil.

You hooked your fingers into the clasp of your bra, and shimmied the fabric off of your shoulders. You could hear their breath hitch, Liu’s lips parting as his eyes raked over your chest. You moved to your panties next, dragging them down your thighs until Jeff nearly buckled over in want. You think they could’ve come just from the sight alone.

“Liu, stand up, sweetheart,” you purred, stepping toward him. He shuffled up and off the bed, kicking his jeans and boxers off in the process. You turned your gaze to Jeff, a fist wrapped around his cock as he pumped himself slowly.

“On the bed. Lay down. Now.” You were stern—mean—but it was the only way he would listen. Jeff didn’t even hesitate. He kicked off his jeans, too, throwing them somewhere behind you. He sat on the edge, a smug look on his face despite the way his cock twitched on his hip, still glistening with your spit.

You reached out, grabbing a fistful of his messy black hair, and tugged him up onto the bed fully. His body followed without question, cock bobbing, smeared with precum and desperation. He collapsed back against the pillows, his arms spreading wide like he owned the whole damn mattress.

“Get up here,” he rasped. “Come on, mama. Ride me.” His smirk was sharp, cocky, but his eyes told another story—wide and hungry and practically begging.

You didn’t give him a warning. You just climbed on top of him.

Your knees bracketed his head, one hand reaching between you to grab his jaw, the other bracing on his chest. He groaned deep and loud when your wet cunt hovered above his face—his hands flying around your thighs, gripping tight.

“Fuck—are you kidding?” he groaned. “You’re dripping for me.”

But you weren’t paying him full attention. Not yet. Because you looked up—and there stood Liu.

Chest rising, lips parted, pupils blown wide—watching you with something between awe and torment, his cock flushed and stiff, your spit still drying on his skin. His eyes met yours, locked tight—and in them, you saw everything: want, confusion, betrayal, longing.

You raised a hand to him, palm up.

“Come here,” you whispered.

He did. Of course he did.

He stepped in front of you, towering slightly where you straddled his brother, and you wrapped your free hand around his length again, dragging your thumb slowly along the head while you started to lower yourself onto Jeff’s face.

“Keep your mouth busy, Jeff. I don’t want to hear your whining when I make your brother cum,” you grinned up at Liu, kissing the drooling tip of his cock as you settled your hips.

“I can do that.”

And then his mouth was on you.

You gasped, hips jolting upward as Jeff’s tongue dragged through your folds, slow and savoring. His lips sealed over your clit, sucking hard, making you cry out before you even had time to muffle it. Your back arched—and Liu was right there, one hand wrapping behind your head, bending down as he kissed the edge of your jaw.

“Fuck, baby,” he whispered, voice cracking. “Watching you like this—seeing him taste you—”

You moaned, shivering against both of them. You looked up at Liu through heavy lashes—gaze dark, lips parted.

“You’re gonna let him have all the fun?” you whispered, your voice low, teasing, as your hand kept stroking his length in slow, deliberate pumps. “Or are you just gonna watch while I come on your brother’s tongue?”

That snapped something.

Liu growled, hands flying to your face as he kissed you—hard, possessive, his fingers digging into your hair while your moan melted against his mouth. He pushed forward, and you welcomed it, letting his cock brush your cheek, your lips, letting him drag it slowly along your tongue.

Jeff groaned beneath you, words muffled against your cunt, “C’mon now, Liu. Give the girl what she wants..” 

Searing grip on your hair, Liu pushes his cock all the way down your ready throat, using your mouth as if it was nothing more than his favorite fucktoy.

Your pathetic, wet gurgles mix with the lewd squelches of your cunt as Jeff’s tongue bullies past the tight ring of muscles. Fat head hitting the back of your throat and your nose pressed into the tufts of thick, brown hair at his pelvis. “Mmm—fuck, holy—” he groans, strong fingers pressing around your neck to feel his dick down your throat, drawing low hisses as you tongue at his slit. You breathe in the heady scent of Liu. 

“Look s’pretty gagging on his cock, baby.” Jeff’s voice is still muffled, mockingly pressing a kiss to the inside of your thigh. Liu growls above you.

“I thought she told you to shut up.”

You slap Liu’s hip, glaring up at him as you run your tongue up the underside of his length. Your other hand moves down between you, wrapping around Jeff’s needy cock and beginning to stroke him as fast as you could, his hips stuttering up into your fist with a groan.

A weary chuckle, and Liu’s thrusting animalistically into your poor, pretty mouth, balls tightening each time his thick cock disappears into your throat, lips stretching almost-painfully to accommodate him. Liu’s hand closes tighter around your throat, blocking your airway. Making you choke and gasp for air around his cock, blood roaring in your ears the harder he pulls your hair.

Jeff’s legs were twitching closed every time your wrist twisted on the tip of his cock. Ah, he looked so pretty when he was shut up with his mouth full of your dripping cunt. Hungry whimpers leave Jeff’s throat at each flick of his tongue, fucking your pretty pussy with his mouth till you felt raw. You ground down onto his jaw, his nails digging into the creases of your thighs.

Jeff’s lips were messy with spit and arousal as he nips and teases your clit hard, making you cry out in wet, little gurgles that muffle around the throbbing erection in your mouth, fucking into you with reckless abandon. Liu’s heavy balls sting your face as he bottoms out with each harsh shove down your throat. 

He was being so rough—but maybe it was punishment for how careless you had been with him.

Your body was on fire. Your pulse thundered in your ears. And as you rode Jeff harder, your mouth working Liu deeper, your own pleasure began to crest—rising, breaking, threatening to drown you.

“Y-You’re not playing fair,” Liu choked out, voice wrecked, eyes wild. “You want both of us to lose it, don’t you?”

You moaned around him, sending vibrations up his shaft that made his hips jerk forward. You eased off for a second, lips red and swollen, a string of saliva connecting you as you gasped for air.

“Maybe I do,” you whispered hoarsely, eyes darting between them. “Maybe I want both of you to come for me.”

Jeff’s nails dug deep into your hips, snarling against your cunt as drools of precum dripped from his tip and down onto your fist tight around him.

“You first,” he growled. “You fucking first, mama. Come on. Let me have it.”

It only made sense your orgasm came with it.

You see white as you cum—or maybe that was the hot, thick ropes of seed that Liu painted your face with. Moans muffled and hips bucking deliriously, you moan breathlessly as Jeff lapped up every ounce of your spend that dripped on his tongue. He was close behind, rutting his hips up and chasing your hand as he came into your fist, smears of seed shooting into your palm and down his length.

Jeff and Liu—ever the opposite ends—somehow compromised in a split second, pushing past their hatred to manhandle you to the bed together.

Wrestled down onto the mattress by two sets of strong arms still groping the expanse of your body, you ride out your white-hot high on the taste of Liu slipping down your throat, and Jeff’s still merciless tongue. Both of them panting so hard you thought they’d pass out from the waves of their orgasm.

But they were still hungry—there was still anger boiling in their bones—you could feel it, as if their still hard cocks weren’t evidence enough.

“Fuck—Jesus, sweetheart, are you okay?” Liu panted, leaning down to where you were laid on the bed, kissing your lips as he wiped the strings of his cum off your cheek. You nodded, going to wrap your arms around his shoulders—before you felt his body being shoved off of yours.

Jeff’s mouth found yours faster than you could argue, hungry nips of his teeth on your bottom lip before he bullied his tongue into your mouth. You whined in protest, nails digging into his taught shoulders as he held your jaw open with one hand, and shoved Liu away with the other.

“Can you taste it?” He panted into your mouth, smearing his tongue across your lips, “Can you taste your pussy? So fucking good.” He groaned, tugging you off your back and closer to his chest, palming at your tits that felt so heavy on your chest. He pinched a nipple, making you hiss.

Liu didn’t take being cut off kindly. He wrapped a fist into the back of Jeff’s hair, jerking his mouth off of yours with a snarl from his brother—whose fingers were still rolling your nipples. You felt dizzy as he grabbed your throat, wrapping a hand around the expanse, and dragged your mouth to his.

“I want to taste—” He whined, pressing tongue-first into the hot heat of your mouth, tasting what Jeff has left behind. “I want to taste you, too.”

“Dramatic, much?” Jeff shuffled behind you, dragging your hips back until the swell of your ass pressed back against his hips, his cock slotting against your backside. Liu is languid and desperate where Jeff is impatient and starved, rutting desperately against your ass. It was overwhelming, to say the least—but you don’t think you would like it if it was just one of them. Both, you decided, both were good.

Delicate strings of saliva and slick you and Liu as drool drips down the corner of your mouth, eyes scrunched closed at the pleasure. Jeff lets a rough hand palm at your tits, while the other reaches around your hips to slide two fingers between your messy folds, collecting all the slick still pooling there. Your hips jerk involuntarily, knees pressing into the mattress as Jeff teases your entrance, but pulls away before your hips have time to shift downward.

“Watch it, Jeffrey.” Liu spits out, eyeing Jeff’s fingers inching closer and closer to your ass, deftly prodding at your quivering entrance. Yet, his movements only grow more urgent, kissing your chastly once more before he’s dragging your hips toward him.

Liu lays back against the pillows, dragging you with him, shaky legs steadying on either of his bony hips as he pumps his cock, tugging your face closer so he can kiss you again—he just couldn’t get enough of the taste. But bent over, leaning forward to kiss him, Jeff takes his opportunity—he always has been a man of chance.

You shiver at the cold feeling of his middle finger hitting your rim, circling it just to watch the way your hole quivers so obscenely for him. 

Liu only has his flushed tip kissing your folds, but you already feel so fucking full. He hissed through his teeth the second your wet heat touched his tip—his hands flying to your thighs, gripping tight. Maybe it was the way Jeff was now bullying long, pale fingers through that first, tight little circle of muscle, scissoring you open, hooking a thumb to stretch your slutty hole till he was more than satisfied. You whined at the feeling, the electric stings that ran up your spine as he pressed another finger in. The only thing keeping you from shifting away was the bruising grips both pairs of hands had on your hips and waist.

The moment Liu slid inside you, a moan cracked from your lips—high and stuttering—and Liu swore hard beneath you, his hips jerking up to meet yours. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, despite the panic setting in, as he pushes deeper and deeper. Inch by inch. “Fucking hell,” he gasped. “So tight—I’m not gonna last if you squeeze me like that—shit—”

You clenched around him on purpose, just to feel him twitch inside you, just to feel the tremble in his thighs. Liu whines your name like you just slapped him.

“C’mon, big bro. That hardly seems fair. Don’t be greedy.” Jeff taunts, pumping two long, curling fingers into your ass as Liu lowers your hips to the hilt, burying his cock in your fluttering cunt. It’s mind-numbing. Your hips begin to rock before you can even stop yourself, grinding on Liu’s cock and pressing back on Jeff’s fingers.

“Jeff— Jeffrey. C’mon, c’mon. Fuck me, too— Need it—” You’re babbling now, words coming out in hiccups and chokes as Liu grips your tired hips and begins to bounce you, planting his feet into the mattress to piston up into you. His patience is dwindling—and fast.

“Jesus Christ, Liu. Where did you find her?” Jeff laughs, dry and panicked, like he can’t pull his fingers out fast enough. You’re not nearly as ready as you should be, but with the way your stomach coils every time Liu’s cockhead knocks your cervix, there’s nothing you can do to stop yourself. “Don’t worry, mama. Gonna fuck you so full.”

And at that last word, Jeff’s leaking tip pushes past your entrance—longer than Liu, and somehow worse—grunting at the resistance that came with being so fucking full from both ends. Liu’s movements slow to a stop when he feels Jeff, planting your hips flush against his and burying himself completely as his brother works himself in. You can feel tears spill past your lashes and onto your cheeks.

Jeff’s hand snakes around your hip to wildly draw circles on your clit, jolting at the overstimulation, whining deliriously as both brothers bottom out inside of you. Full—so painfully full—but it felt so right. Both of them panted and moaned against you, hands and nails gripping any area of skin they could grab.

“Oh my god, this is better than I ever imagined,” Jeff gasped, bucking his hips up into you. “You taking both of us—fuck, you’re filthy.”

You didn’t care, not when they both began to move.

“Oh— oh fuck. Can’t— Too much. Hah—” raspy moans ripped from your throat at each little movement, hips moving in a mindless tandem with them as they start thrusting in slow, experimental thrusts. 

“Awww, look at her— hah— cock-drunk little whore can’t even speak.” Jeff taunted, one hand circling against your clit, the other wrapping around your arm to pinch at your nipples as they bounced. Delicate tears stream down your face.

You could feel the burning stretch as their throbbing cocks rubbed against each other through your walls—Liu in your cunt and Jeff in your ass. Balls smacked against your stinging skin and their prominent veins massaging your snug cunt just right. The slapping of skin and throaty grunts have your head spinning.

A wolfish bite on your exposed neck—Jeff—as he tried to keep himself together, arching you deeper into him, thrusts stemming from a carnal, depraved part of him. Faster. “Nasty girl. You love this, don’t you?” he purrs, amusement evident in his tone.

“Ah. So good, princess. You’re sucking me in so good. Ah—fuck. Feels so good.” Liu huffed underneath you, slamming your hips down onto his—like he couldn’t get his heady cock deep enough.

With a harsh slap to your clit, both men speed up their pace in your sloppy holes. Relishing in the precum and slick dripping down their sensitive lengths, and the creamy rings forming around their bases. Your headboard knocked against the wall, rattling the whole room around you.

You felt the boys shift, Jeff pressing your forward with his chest against your back, Liu shifting upwards. You were pressed between them, skin slapping so obscenely you prayed no one had decided to pay a visit downstairs within the last hour.

You thought Liu was going for a kiss, but when he passed your lips and wrapped his mouth around the crook of your neck—the brothers must have given each other a look—because Jeff’s lips pressed the opposite shoulder in the same spot.

“Liu— Hah— Jeff— I’m, M’gonna cum— Please—”

Liu bit down, hard. Not harsh. Not violent. But claiming—just enough to make you gasp and arch against them, your fingers digging into his wrists and skin.

Jeff didn’t miss a beat. His hand came up to cradle your jaw, tilting your face to him just as he leaned in, his lips brushing the other side of your neck, right where your pulse fluttered hot and frantic. Then he bit too. Slower. Lazier. His teeth sank in deeper, and his tongue flicked against your skin after, soothing the sting. You gasped again, a tremor rolling through your spine.

“Aw,” Jeff murmured, lips still pressed to your skin, “she liked that.”

Liu growled low beneath you, his grip on your waist tightened. “Don’t push it.”

Jeff just laughed, soft and cocky, like he was already halfway to doing it again.

They were too busy to notice the way you jerked your hips frantically, too worried about scowling at the other to realize your moans nearly rattled the paintings on your wall.

This orgasm is more intense than the last. Supported by Jeff and Liu’s strong arms, spread open and stuffed so shamefully by their throbbing cocks. Your head is thrown back, voice-shot as broken moans leave your swollen lips. The brothers curse loud as they feel you clamp down, their browns knotting as their paces falter.

“F-fuck, princess. Gonna—”

All it takes are your half-lucid, fucked out mewl, walls wrestling with the effort to clench around them, for Liu to slam into you purposefully—once, twice—before spilling into you with a guttural groan. “Hngh— M’cumming. Oh, god m’cumming, princess. Ah— Pussy feels so good.”

Thick, hot ropes of cum fill your snug cunt. You could feel the warmth pooling in your stomach, Liu’s cum already dripping from your folds and onto his pelvis. You’re dead weight in their arms, Jeff slowing his pace in your ass to a stop, before pulling out with a wince.

Did he cum? You didn’t have time to ask, he was already tugging your hips up.

“Switch. Wanna cum in her pretty cunt.”

You jolt as Liu snarks under his breath, pulling out his softening head with a lewd pop. A wave of his hot cum gushes out of your sloppy hole, pooling so sinfully beneath you.

Your body is limp, brain not catching up yet, too fucked out. Your drooling cunt barely resists as Jeff presses his rock-hard tip inside, pulsing with need. He drags your hips up, forcing you to arch on top of Liu as you both pant, Liu finding your lips and snagging another kiss.

“Yeah, that’s right. Take it.” Jeff grunts lowly, hands gripping the divot of your hips as his thick cum spurts uncontrollably from his twitching cock. He missed your hole slightly, splattering on your ass, but pushed his leaking head inside in desperate, shallow thrusts. He just needed it inside you.

Jeff pushed in all the way to the hilt, and let himself cum deep into your snug cunt, fluids mixing with Liu’s as he panted behind you. You felt his cock twitch, then another couple of drops of cum ran between your thighs. You were full. Ruined.

He pulled out a second later, sitting back on his haunches as groped your ass. He tugged your folds to the side with his thumb, watching as drools and globs of cum spilled from your loose hole. He could practically hear him purr.

“Liu, man. You gotta see this.”

You felt Jeff’s arms wrap around your middle, pulling you back against his chest and off of Liu—who tried to chase your lips as you left. He went to say something to Jeff—but when he pulled you back into his lap and held your legs apart—Liu was left dumbfounded.

“Oh, sweet girl,” he groaned, pressing forward at the sight. Liu’s long fingers found your entrance, scooping bits of cum that had leaked out and pressing them back inside you. You gasped, eyes fluttering closed as Jeff wrapped a hand around your jaw, kissing your flushed cheeks as he pushed his hand down too.

“So pretty,” Jeff hummed.

They didn’t try to make you cum—you didn’t think you could any more—it was more like they were trying to make sure their spend stayed where it rightfully belonged. Two of Liu’s fingers, one of Jeff’s—pumped their fingers into your cunt with languid, lazy rolls of their wrists.

You whined around the feeling, stomach tensing every time Jeff curled his finger along with the stretch of Liu’s. At least they’re working together, you thought. When they were satisfied, they tugged their fingers out, digits covered in your slick and their own cum.

The room was warm with the kind of silence that only followed something seismic.

The storm had passed—left in its wake tangled limbs, flushed skin, and a quiet too heavy to be awkward. Just… complete. Exhaustion clung to every breath, every slowed heartbeat. The sheets were a mess, the bed half-off the frame, but no one moved to fix it.

You were curled back in Jeff’s lap, your bare legs draped lazily over Liu’s thighs where he sat close. Jeff’s arms were looped loosely around your waist, his chin on your shoulder. Liu leaned into your side, one hand on your knee, the other resting on the curve of your hip, like he wasn’t quite ready to let go of you either.

You felt like something sacred and dangerous—like a secret neither of them could stop whispering to the other.

Jeff was the first to move, brushing his lips along the side of your face with a gentleness you didn’t expect from someone so sharp around the edges.

“You’re trouble,” he mumbled, voice rough with sleep and something like affection. “Beautiful, beautiful trouble.”

You smiled faintly, leaning into him lazily, eyes fluttering closed as he kissed the corner of your mouth. You were so exhausted, eyes barely opening every time they blinked closed.

Then Liu’s hand came up to cup your cheek. You turned instinctively toward him, and he kissed the opposite side of your face—slow, grounding, like he was making sure you felt everything he couldn’t quite say.

“You’re mine,” he murmured, soft and ragged. “I don’t care what else happens. You’re mine.”

“From the looks of things—” Jeff started, but you slapped his thigh before he could continue.

“Hush.”

You couldn’t look away from Liu—not even when Jeff let out a quiet snort of protest and gently turned your face back toward him, pressing a lazy kiss to your lips. Not greedy. Not teasing. Just a show of want.

“Mm,” Jeff murmured, pulling back just enough to grin against your mouth. “You’re ours, baby. Better get used to it.”

Liu didn’t argue—not this time.

Instead, he just leaned in and kissed you again too—slow, deep, lingering—like maybe, just for a second, the war between them had quieted.

And maybe—for now—that was enough.

── .✦

The days that followed blurred in slow-motion.

Not because they were forgettable—but because they were soft.

In the mornings, you woke up between two bodies instead of one. You still hadn’t figured out how they managed to sneak in without waking you—sometimes Liu on your right and Jeff on your left, other times tangled up in a mess of limbs like neither could decide where they belonged more.

But you never woke up alone anymore.

And that—more than anything—was what had changed.

Liu still hung around like he always did, his presence calm and grounding, his way of touching you more thoughtful now. Protective, but not in a way that made it feel fleeting.

And Jeff—well. Jeff was there now too.

Uninvited at first, but clearly not planning on leaving anytime soon. He’d wander through the kitchen in the mornings like he owned it, shirtless, hair a wreck, stealing bites of whatever you were cooking like he wasn’t the reason you burned half of it.

And Liu, infuriatingly, didn’t kick him out anymore.

Not even when Jeff would come up behind you at the sink, slink his arms around your waist, and rest his chin on your shoulder while mumbling some flirty little praise like, “Damn, mama, you really can do it all.”

Liu would just grunt, mutter something about “only touch her in bed,” and then slap Jeff on the back of the head if he got too handsy.

Which, of course, only made Jeff more handsy.

They still bickered.

Still had trouble sharing—stole kisses like it was a game, like they were always trying to outdo each other. Jeff with his cocky grin and teasing hands, Liu with his slow-burn touches and deep, loaded stares.

But there was something different now—an unspoken truce. A mutual understanding that they’d both crossed lines they couldn’t uncross—and for once, they weren’t trying to destroy each other over it.

Still, the domesticity came with a price.

You couldn’t count how many times someone from Slender’s mansion showed up at the In-Between House and immediately rolled their eyes.

Like when Hoodie dropped by and caught Liu folding your laundry while Jeff tossed socks at him across the room. “Did I miss the wedding?” Hoodie deadpanned, arms crossed in the doorway.

Or when Natalie found you wedged between them on the worn-out living room couch, Liu asleep with his head on your thigh and Jeff drawing little circles into your collarbone like it was nothing.

“Christ,” she muttered, “you guys are the worst thruple I’ve ever seen. I hope you’re at least putting on a show for rent.”

Toby, of course, made the worst comments.

“Hot,” he said the moment he spotted all three of you shirtless in the kitchen one night. “G-Gross, but hot.”

Still, for all the teasing—for all the weirdness that came with trying to blend three broken people into one makeshift home—there was a peace to it. A rhythm.

Sometimes Liu left for a mission. Sometimes Jeff disappeared for a day or two, chasing chaos wherever it called. But no matter what—you weren’t sleeping alone anymore, you weren’t left wondering where you stood, you weren’t caught in the middle of feelings and morals.

It was peaceful.

Of course, “peace” was a flexible concept.

Especially now.

Thank you for reading! Comments and kudos are appreciated!

๑ back to my masterlists

── .✦ rainrot4me2025, all rights reserved. ꩜ .ᐟ

[wonderjanga]

Marvel and the YJ

So, Marvel in the YJ. He’s one of their den mothers and all that. So like, in this AU, and in fact in all of my posts so far, Billy’s kept it under wraps that he’s a kid. So, as a result, the YJ think he’s just this really cool big brother (dad (they just don’t know it)) type of dude. Like he’s so nice. And he’s so nice to them especially. Like, he treats all of them the same way he treats adults. He doesn’t doubt their abilities, and when they fail, he’s still there to encourage them to get back up and he doesn’t even make them feel bad about it.

Like, the one time he was asked to spar with the YJ cause they wanted to for funsies I guess, he positively whooped their asses and somehow, someway found a way to still compliment their abilities, even if they didn’t last that long because the battle was a little one-sided. To be fair though, they had asked him not to go easy, which he didn’t. In the end, he got promptly scolded by Canary heavily when she found out he quite literally used Kid Flash as a rag doll and threw him at Aqualad. She said that the entire tape of him having a “friendly spar” with those kids, was essentially just him bullying them. To which Billy tried to defend himself by saying those kids were plenty capable. The defense didn’t work.

Then, there was this time Kon mentioned he couldn’t fly and Marvel offered him a lift. This somehow ended up with Marvel sort of T posing mid air as Kon and Robin hung on one arm, Artemis and Aqualad hung on the other arm, then Kid Flash held onto one leg while M’gann held onto the other.

Flash: “Wow.” *looking up at the YJ and Marvel* “That’s… actually kinda majestic, not gonna lie.”

Superman: *also looking up at Marvel and the YJ* “Is it though? What if one of them falls?”

Flash: “Eh. I’m sure it’ll be fine.”

Kid Flash proceeds to almost slip off and fall, which almost gives both the speedster and Kryptonian a heart attack. Thankfully, he catches himself by moving his feet really fast to boost himself back up. Worst part in their opinion is that Marvel didn’t even seem to notice.

Then, there was the time M’gann with Robin about something. Batman was also working nearby on a computer.

M’gann: “Hmm… We need advice.”

Robin!Tim: “We need an adult.”

Batman: *keeping an ear out cause he’s always happy to help one of his kids*

M’gann and Robin!Tim: *thinking before they speak up at the same time* “Marvel.” *they then both walk out of the room to find the Captain*

Batman: *a little upset that Tim did didn’t come to him for help but also a lot more concerned as to why they thought Marvel was a suitable choice to ask for advice, especially considering the fact that just earlier that day, he had caught the man scribbling on one of the meeting tables like a 5th grader scribbling on their desk*

Contrary to what Bruce thought might happen (I.e. something going wrong) apparently Marvel’s advice wasn’t too bad, seeing nothing had gone wrong yet. (He later found out that the two had asked for the best advice on how to incapacitate your enemy quickly. He found this out when he saw Tim throat punch a man. Said man went down almost immediately. When prodded for information for as to why he did that, he proudly proclaimed “Cap taught me”)

Also a little tidbit from the Marvel Cursing post about the YJ thinking that Marvel called one of them a dumb cunt. Courtesy to @helps-the-writing-brain-go

Billy’s recently noticed that the kids are acting funny. Though, he supposes it’s not a bad funny. If anything, whatever’s got them acting weird has got them doing better on missions, but still. It’s weird. What’s weirder is that whenever he compliments them, they shine twice as brighter than they normally do. What’s even weirder than that is that whenever they’ve messed up recently they look twice as nervous. Speaking of which, this was one of the moments they’ve messed up.

Marvel: “So… Uh- that didn��t go so well.”

YJ: *obvious signs of anxiousness on some and subtle on others*

Marvel: “But that’s okay! But that’s okay.” *trying his best to make the anxiety in them disappear* “We just have to try to be better next time. Like, and I hate to say this, maybe try calling in an adult next time? Like me? I could’ve zoomed over and helped you guys.”

YJ: *look at each other*

Artemis: “Wally’s the one who said that we shouldn’t call you in a try to do this on our own.”

Kid Flash: *dramatic gasp* “You know why I said that! It would’ve helped us all if Kaldur had tried to put the fires near the gas tanks out with his water powers!”

Aqualad: “I was busy being attacked by nearly five different people.”

YJ: *dissolve into arguing*

Marvel: “Wait. Wait. Wait. Wait. Wally what did you mean by it would’ve helped you all? Me not being there would’ve been good?” *confused*

YJ: *immediate silence*

Kon: “Wally found out that you think one of us is dumb cunt.”

Kid Flash: “Dude! You guys need to stop ratting me out!”

Marvel: “What.” *stares in befuddlement*

M’gann: “And then he told us. So we’ve been trying to think of ways to not be uh… dumb cunts.”

Marvel: *blinks rapidly* “Again, what? Wally, where did you get this information from?”

Kid Flash: “When you were making cookies! I heard you say blah blah blah, what a dumb cunt.”

Marvel: *still staring in confusion*

Kid Flash: “Then, when I asked what you were talking about, Mary said you were talking about our performance on missions.”

Marvel: “…Okay. I’m going to be completely honest with you. I don’t remember a thing of what you’re talking about.”

Marvel then goes on to make a speech about how they’re wonderful heroes who shouldn’t let one person’s words guide them, especially in risky situations like a mission. He then told them that he was now going to stress bake and make some Minnesota cool whip, jello, fruit, not really salad, salad. (Courtesy to @jedipirateking) On the bright side though, the speech did leave the teens feeling better.

[hanasnx]

Literally foaming at the mouth thinking about Soldier Boy !!! you do him such justice

I love the idea of a very giggly type girl who’s only like that for him. She doesn’t even blink when it comes to any of the other boys but him? It could be as simple as him asking for you to “hand me that pen, sweetheart,” and you’d be giggling and blushing and twirling your hair around your finger and they’re all perplexed because, lowkey, you’re kind of a bitch. Not to him though. And he’d certainly exploit that every chance he got because that’s sexy as hell!!!!! He loves women who love him, and probably some who don’t too!!!

Lowkey this is sort of the foil of what you just wrote whoops

OBEDIENT — s.boy

“ i got nothin’ to hide / just stop claiming that she your girl, when she’s our girl ” 🪽

MINORS DNI 18+ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ ✉️ | the boys. NOTES. thank you for the compliments! i’m glad u liked it. i needed to write more for him so i wrote this too. WARNINGS. fem reader ノ unestablished relationship ノ suggestive content ノ some light jealousy ノ age gap ノ degradation: calls you annoying and obnoxious ノ face fuck mention.

it’s cruel—tyrannical, even—how SOLDIER BOY exploits you. ever since he saw the way hughie looked at you when your back was turned, how he leaned in to catch a whiff of your hair, how he laughed a little too loudly at that joke you made… oh, yeah, ol’ ben knows a thing or two. it’s pretty obvious beanpole’s got a thing for you. it’s also pretty obvious who you have your eyes on.

soldier boy didn’t intent to steal the kid’s girl, but he’s certainly not gonna look a gift horse in the mouth. you’re young, you’re hot, and you’re into him. it’s annoying how you follow him around like a lost puppy, your index fingernail always finding a way to wind between your teeth flirtatiously. you’re the kind of obnoxious he could see himself fucking the face of. you’d like it too, ask him for more with his cum dripping outta that little nose.

hughie asks you for a favor, you give him the cold shoulder. “why don’t you do it yourself?” you object with a shrug, blowing him off as easily as taking a breath. soldier boy’s the only one that can get you to do anything without some snarky remark.

“sweets?” he calls, and you know that’s you, pivoting your head in his direction all pretty so your hair fans out and lands on your shoulder. you’re like a picture. two of his thick fingers raise to beckon you, subtly flicking towards himself twice with that stern look in his green eyes. you obediently bound right over, getting his signal and acting promptly. hughie watches the way you flounce, and presses his lips together. it’s a different level of pride that swells ben’s chest at the sight.

@HANASNX 2025 | do not copy, plagiarize, or steal.

[bbystark]

chimichanga tuesday

deadpool x stark!reader

summary: reader finds herself slightly jealous over Vanessa and Wade's previous relationship. based on this request

a/n: mdni. requests are open! i did not proofread whoops but enjoy! requests are open btw ;)

When Wade first brought up the idea of bringing you to his Chimichanga Tuesdays at Blind Al’s, you were over the moon. This was a big step for you guys and the relationship you had yet to put a title on. He had excitedly started listing the names of everyone that would be there, Colossus, Negasonic “whateverthefuck”, Blind Al, Vanessa- a wave of nausea went through you when he said her name. You weren’t the jealous type, you really weren’t, but the dude put himself through death-defying torture to live for this woman. It was hard not to feel threatened. Besides, who the fuck stays friends with an ex? It blew your mind. 

You knew about their entire history, Wade had told you a few months into hooking up. He didn’t seem to have any secrecy surrounding it, even going as far as to delve into their very active sex life (you had to tell him to shut up when he got to “a pegging christmas”). However, your own fear of his answers kept you from asking the most important one: did he still love her? Would he leave you if she decided she wanted him back? You felt so stupid. You were a Stark for God's sake, your ego should be untouchable. But alas, you actually strongly liked Wade. You were starting to head into that place where just thinking about him brought a stupid love-sick smile to your face. 

So yeah. You were a little jealous of Vannessa, and tonight was Chimichanga Tuesday. You were fucked. Both metaphorically and literally, being on your third Dirty Shirley within the hour. You were waiting for Wade to pick you up from your apartment, growing more and more nervous as time went on. You’re pulled from your thoughts when you hear the front door rattle, Wade bursting in with a stapler in hand. “Hey hot stuff! Sorry about the blood. Was running late to see your tight little ass and had to staple the toupee on the bus. Bumpy ride.” He makes his way over to you, tossing the stapler to the side and pulling you into a hug. “Hi Wade.” You melt into him. “When are you going to let me buy you lace glue for that thing?” You poke at a staple and he winces, grabbing your wrist gently. 

“Hey, the staples are very economically friendly. Not everyone has a disgustingly handsome father to inherit billions from.” He smiles at you, glancing around your apartment and seeing the large bottle of vodka sitting in the middle of your kitchen island. “Woah thirsty girl! You getting the party started already?” 

You suddenly feel ashamed, like a teen who got caught with a beer. “I’ve only had one.” He gives you a look. “Okay three!” He turns to the side and rolls his eyes to his imaginary audience. “We’re lucky she didn’t bring out the tequila. She gets real mean.” You shove him a little bit. “That was one time! It’s not that hard to say excuse me.” “Oh, I’m not mad sugarcakes. Watching you threaten to disembowel someone twice your size really got little Deadpool going. I am slightly concerned though. Broody and depressed alcoholics run in your family. What’s going on in that brain?” 

You open and close your mouth a few times, trying to find a response. You consider lying, but suddenly you feel a little light and stupid thanks to your last drink and the words tumble out of your mouth before you can stop them. 

“Do you still love Vannessa?” 

Wade freezes, a little shocked by the question. He’s silent for longer than he’s ever been and you’re scared you’ve gone too far. You’re about to apologize and take your words back  when he puts his finger over your lips and says “Give me two seconds for a dramatic flashback and careful introspection that will eventually lead to important character development.” You give him a strange look and he sighs. “Trust me, it’s very important to our plot.” 

Wade thinks really hard. He still loves Vannessa in his own fucked up way but he wasn’t in love with her anymore. He knew she still loved him too, but in the same way an owner can’t hate a pet that constantly bites them. Except Wade was a pet who got cancer and abandoned her, not to mention put her life on the line on multiple occasions (although to his credit, he did save her and the entire timeline). But to put it simply, somehow the two most fucked up people had the healthiest breakup ever. 

Even given the chance, Wade knows he wouldn’t go back to Vannessa because it could never be the same. Wade used to painfully long for his past before seeing a motivational poster that said “keep chugging along” with a creepy looking animated train. Then it really clicked for him. Vannessa wasn’t his happy ending, even though she had given him many in the past. If he had chosen to stay with her instead of being a lab rat for Francis St. Fuck, she would have been. But is dying of cancer and leaving the woman you love alone for the rest of her life a happy ending? He realized that if he kept looking to the past, he would forget that he had created his own weird little family, even if it wasn’t what he originally planned. He would also forget that he has a smoking hot girl in front of him that he’s quickly growing more attached to. 

Wade has been quiet and staring directly at a wall for a long time, and it’s starting to really freak you out. “Wade..?” You try gently. He snaps out of it, shaking his head and laughing a little. “Jeez these flashbacks just keep getting longer and longer, like hello that’s what sequels are for.” You stay silent, looking at him expectantly. “Oh right!” He moves closer to you, taking your hands in his.

“Yes. Yes I do still love Vannessa.” your heart drops, and you quickly pull your hands from his. 

“What the fuck Wade?” 

“No! Wait let me finish, I do still love her, but not like I did. She used to be my everything, the only reason I lived and then later, the reason I tried killing myself but that’s beside the point- what I’m trying to say is that she’s my past. And I get us still being friends is like, totally not the norm but I promise there’s nothing there anymore. I just, care about her I guess. But I don’t want to keep letting my past get in the way of things that are happening now.” He looks you in the eye for the last part, and you almost tear up at the sight of The Wade Wilson being serious for once, and to you of all people. You take a few seconds before replying. 

“I know she’s a huge part of your very unconventional life, and I don’t want to get all psycho and say that I don’t want you to see her because really, I truly don’t mind. Just kind of had a jealous monster take over for a second. I’m sorry.” You give him a shy smile. 

“Hey, I’m just surprised you still haven’t realized you’re fucking an avacado’s abortion. That’s a win in my book.” You both laugh and you take his face in your hands gently, smiling. You don’t really have much to say, you still feel silly, even more so that he’s essentially calmed all your insecurities. So you just stare at him, the drinks in your system letting your fingers dance across his face, just taking all of him in. Wade can’t handle it. 

“I think I like you.” He blurts out. He cringes, he can’t believe he just confessed like a middle schooler. “Bad Deadpool.” he whispers to himself. 

You laugh and then bring his face to yours for a clumsy kiss. “I think I like you too. Avocado abortion face and all.” You kiss him again, slower this time, trying to avoid the staples poking out of his scalp when you place your hand on his neck. He pulls away slowly, eyes still closed. “Good Deadpool.”

[mikeypubes]

Drop the Baji headcanon 🙏🥰 (with rizz btw)

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ baji keisuke relationship headcanons *ੈ✩‧₊˚

[ Note: I was very rizzed up. ]

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he's kind of similar to Draken but a shit ton worse.

he's really wild and crazy, so if you don't match his freak (😜😈) then you better have something else going on for you cuz he ain't not glancing at you twice.

even if he likes you, he'll ignore it and pretend he feels nothing for you, and at times, might even hurt you to cast the shade off himself 😭

when he finally gets over himself and confesses (with the help of chifuyu, who's spying behind the bushes as we speak), the awkwardness in the relationship settles in. and it doesn't leave for a good while 😃

you guys were way too shy to initiate anything for the first couple of weeks.

he's sooo tsundere (eurgh 💀) so don't expect him to get cheesy and flirty right away.

he's loyal to a fault, though. he does NOT play. He will treat other girls like shit.

he's lowkey the type to only open the door for his girl and slam it shut if there's another girl behind him just to make a point that he's taken. and if a girl texts him he'll make fun of her and show you so you both can laugh.

boy is POSSESSIVE. if a guy says remotely anything flirty to you, boom his car is on fire (not before getting an ass whooping). who did that???

overreacts... he's kind of toxic in that manner where he'll make a big deal out of everything.

So yeah sorry but in my headcanons he's not a pure innocent green flag who has no faults. SORRY he's a teenage boy in a gang who sets random people's cars on fire and punches them in the face for no reason

he'd get angry if you walked side by side with some boy 😬

he's super loud, so if you're a heavy introvert... deal with it tf he's hot enough 😍🫦

he’s the type to say “I don’t care” and then proceed to care harder than anyone has ever cared in the history of time.

he’d rather smoke bird shit than tell you he loves you or misses you but he'll threaten anybody for giving you attitude.

his love language: public disturbance ❤️

he says he doesn't like clingy people but he still enjoys it when you're all up in his space.

he's surprisingly innocent... like he'll get so flustered over a small kiss or anything remotely suggestive but then he'll go and read a porno mag about bondage with a straight ass face.

i'm sorry he remembers NOTHING. no anniversaries, birthdays, nothing at all. it caused many fights.

if he does remember, it's either 1) you told him beforehand or 2) someone else told him last minute so he went and got you the most stereotypical girl gift he could ever find (necklace or plushie 😐)

but he will remember the exact date you first insulted him

lots of study (you trying to scream the info into his head bc he can't keep it in) dates.

the most affectionate gesture of his is a head pat or a forehead kiss and one of his rare close-eye smiles.

he hates when you cry but has no idea what to do about it so he just gets really mad at the tears like “WHO did this to you???” and punches them

hes so bad at texting. his reply will be “k” and then three days later “btw i saw a cat that reminded me of you.” it was a sphynx cat. and why was it three days later??

shamelessly sings badly with the car window rolled all the way down. and drags you into it. everyone stares at you two and it's so embarrassing but he's so cute and cheery that it's lowkey so fun.

he loves arguing with you just for fun. even if he agrees with you like you’ll say “pizza’s good” and he’ll go “actually it’s mid” just to see you lose it. 😭

he really hates losing arguments and will do WHATEVER it takes to win or have the last word. doesn't matter if it's petty or childish. and yes sometimes he will say terrible things on the spur of the moment and feel bad about it later. ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

[ Note: sorry for not adding an nsfw section because I could NOT imagine anything else for him ]

[p.s. so sorry for this coming out like 9883 months after it was first requested but I hope you enjoy it <3 ]

[pruneunfair]

Also if you don't mind asking, what is the villainess) female antagonists like rashta, Marianne, Cosette, Yvonne, Freya, Diana, Soleia, etc animal pets will fit in them?

sorry this took so long to answer. Your question was actually put on a list for questions to turn into full on posts and it unfortunately got delayed, I'm sorry for the hassle.

A lamb for the innocence she once had before the palace ruined her. After she was corrupted I imagine the lamb would become more rabid in order to protect itself.

I don't think Rhyse knows bread is actually bad for ducks and would keep feeding them it anyway.

There's a lot of bird symbolism already in COBYB but this image I found low key fits Claudine the best given how she is stuck as only a wife and it could also symbolize her more self centered behaviors.

One of those really prissy cats that don't listen to what you ask of them. The type you spoil and they won't even sit on your lap unless it's on their own time.

All I knew was is that it had to be a snake. No other explanation, girl just loves her snakes.

This dog except it's covered in extra accessories and put in a purse to be taken everywhere regardless of any no dogs allowed rules because Sumin is honestly a menace who would claim her purse dog is a service dog. (Not sure if Sumin should have access to pets 😅)

Have you ever heard of chronic wasting disease? The deer is an unfortunate victim of the disease which is slowly killing it and I think it symbolizes Yvonne well knowing she's basically a walking corpse.

This is a skin walker. According to the Navajo, they are malevolent witches who have the ability to dawn the appearance of whatever animal they choose. Thought it suited Ragibach pretending to be Cosette in the creepiest way possible.

Shes petting one in the picture so why not, plus she's described as attracting animals to her so I just imagine Charlotte with Disney princess aura to attract all sorts of woodland creatures.

Any kind of creepy looking bird would fit Marianne tbh. Ravens though just naturally give off the most energy for eerieness.

I haven't been giving Mia any attention cause I kept forgetting about her. Frankly, she looks like the type to like bunnies.

probably can be used for most white lotus characters but dolphins are the best match for Isabella considering how evil dolphins actually are and Isabella is a villianess who legit has no excuse to be the way she is, no sad backstory, no possession, she simply came out the womb a hater

Chihuahuas are often thought to be aggressive always which there can be but with enough love, help and understanding they become the sweetest babies known to man.

Chaotic ass dog for one of most chaotic looking but also kinda stupid villainesses.

Again, no real reason, all I know is that I would give Aisha a deer.

EDIT: accidently reblogged this post twice. Whoops

[poppitron360]

Hii! Can I ask for some of your more lighthearted (as in not too angsty) Leo Valdez headcanons?

1. CANNOT SIT ON A CHAIR PROPERLY

FOR THE LIFE OF HIM. YOU COULD POINT A GUN TO HIS HEAD AND HE STILL COULDN’T DO IT.

I NEED MORE FANART OF THIS PLEASE

2. Can in theory breathe fire but doesn’t bc it gives him a really bad sore throat.

3. Still reading TOA- I just found out that Leo’s full name is “Leonidas” (either that or it’s a nickname Calypso gave him, but the fandom seem to agree that it’s his real name) but he HATES it when Calypso calls him that, so my hc is ANNABETH is the ONLY one with “Leonidas” privileges. And that’s bc he’s so fucking terrified of her he doesn’t DARE appose her on it. I feel like she does use it respectfully though.

Hazel is also allowed to use it sparingly.

4. Oh yeah fuck canon Leo and Annabeth are besties and they bond over both being runaways and also engineering/architecture stuff. Leo’s DEFINITELY had a peek around Daedalus’ laptop- his design for an automaton that can house a human soul got him thinking about his mom. He always planned on maybe taking a closer look at those files but then the laptop got lost in Tartar Sauce. I know you said no angst. Whoops.

5. Leo and Hazel start a support group for demigods who have come back from the dead. Every Wednesday in New Rome. Biscuits and Orange Juice will be provided. They call themselves the “YOLTers” (You Only Live Twice- because YOLO is for the weak). Thalia is also a frequent attendee.

6. I hc him as hard of hearing after the explosion in Blood of Olympus. Specifically deaf in his right ear and chronic tinnitus in his left. He uses hearing aids sometimes and also uses ASL and Morse Code to communicate. I choose to view that as wholesome bc we need more disability representation.

7. He is a “Leonidas” ONLY at Starbucks. He then follows it up with a bunch of equally hard-to-pronounce middle names (which he completely made up) said in a rapid-fire Spanish accent and watches the Barista panic as her white ass tries to spell it all. It’s even funnier when she tries to say it back to him when giving him his order. He takes the cup (leaves a generous tip) and says “but usually I just go by Leo” and walks away.

That is pretty much my entire understanding of American culture right there-

8. Trains autistic. He loves them. In the one I’m currently reading- The Dark Prophecy- Calypso and Apollo go on a train without Leo and I’m just imagining them getting back and him being “But what kind of train was it? Standard gauge or narrow gauge? Man, I love narrow gauge trains. Did you know that there’s this place in Wales called the Ffestiniog railway, where they have this special type of locomotive where the engine- the sicky-outy bit- is like, either side of the locomotive, so that there’s no need for a turntable-“

Okay I might also love narrow gauge trains (I’ve been on the Ffestiniog railway, it is amazing) (Also that is not a typo, in Welsh I believe the double f makes a soft sound (like in “off”) and a single f makes a hard sound, more like a v (like in “of”) you learn a new thing every day!)

9. Ambidextrous but Left-hand dominant (Often has to specify to his tool belt that he needs left-handed tools)

10. When speaking will put weird pauses in the middle of a sentence and not stop between sentences like talkingreallyfastwhenhe’sreally exited and talking slowly when he’s tiredit’skindaweird and choppy like hisbrainisgoing a million times faster than hismouth.

11. His favourite Disney film is Frozen.

12. When he’s comfortable around you, you start to hear more of his hispanic accent.

13. Said it before, will say it again. Headcannon no. 13 is ALWAYS WITHOUT FAIL “They’re a Swiftie.”

He has to listen to music as a way of not being alone with his thoughts. I discovered Taylor at a young age, and she has remained one of the few consistencies in my life since then. She got me through some tough times (Not as bad as Leo, but she helped me survive 2020). I feel like Leo would be the same- not always knowing where he’ll be sleeping that night or if food will be on the table, he’d want comfort, stability. Taylor would be there.

14. He wakes Frank up at 3am with “Hey I can’t read that what does that say?” “…Leo you wrote this. You’re telling me you can’t read your own writing?” Little does Leo know that Percy came in with exactly the same request half an hour before. Frank is finding being the only non-dyslexic on the ship incredibly frustrating.

15. Has the philosophy “anything is a fidget toy if you fidget with it” and STICKS to it

16. If Piper sees an item of clothing with an ungodsly amount of pockets, she is contractually obligated to buy it for him.

17. Eats cheese straight off the block. Like doesn’t even bother cutting it, he just *noms* straight into the block of cheese like it’s a chocolate bar. Similarly also eats Nutella straight outta the jar, sometimes without even using a spoon (and y’all know he doesn’t wash his hands).

18. Slightly more immune to electric shocks than normal bc of his way with machines (Valgrace nation do with that what you will)- similar to how Percy, as seen in botl, is a little bit fireproof.

19. You can’t tell me that during his first quest with Jason and Piper, they didn’t at least once triple-spoon with Leo in the middle bc he’s warmest.

20. In fact, “Cuddle Leo” is a common pastime for Jasiper. Particularly when it’s cold.

21. HE. CAN. SEW.

I saw a lot of people hc that Leo makes Percabeth’s wedding rings but that is factually incorrect. TYSON makes the ring. LEO makes Annabeth’s dress. I just started this fic where Annabeth, Piper, Leo, Reyna, and Rachel all go wedding dress shopping for Leo to get ideas, but he makes absolutely the most BEAUTIFUL gown for her- much better than any store. It puts all other wedding dresses to shame.

22. He can also knit, crochet (This hc was supplied by my mum who I’ve forced to read Heroes of Olympus), weave, and do macramé. He’s gone down rabbit holes about old-fashioned lacemaking. Him and Annabeth have sewing/crafting competitions at camp and on the Argo.

23. Autistic hand-flappy stim

24. He watches Stand-Up Comedy specials with Jason. I feel like if he wasn’t a mechanic he’d be a comedian (or run a taco truck, like Jason suggested in TLH). He takes his friends to as many comedy shows as he can. He loves them.

25. A Valgrace hc but it relates- while I was thinking up ways for Leo/Jason to propose (just a regular day in my brain), I had an idea for Leo to take Jason to one of those comedy shows that does crowd-work, and sits in the front row to get their attention. When the comedian asks who they are, Leo introduces Jason as his fiancé. When Jason goes, “Wait, no I’m not!” Leo yells “WELL WOULD YOU LIKE TO BE?” And gets down on one knee.

Also, sorry it’s taken me so long to respond. I’ve had this saved to my drafts and I’ve been slowly adding to it every time I get a new headcanon.

[vivaladicamillo]

DATING YOUNG DICO WOULD INCLUDE…

SFW

being forced to go too pop up arcades with him just so he could play mortal kombat

will force u too play

and u will lose HORRIBLY

0-3 and hes up by like 3000 points

listening in on his prank phone calls and trying not too piss urself laughing

u wonder how he stays so calm during them

sharing a joint together in his car

probably would make it a competition on who can smoke more without hurling

(ik i could outsmoke that mf any day)

HIGH CUDDLING!!!

dico drunk and high alone with u??? hes like a tumor he wont leave

hes cracking dumb jokes and leaning his head on his shoulder

eventually he gets too a point where hes really sappy and whispering abt how he loves u

or hes horny and trying to suck ur neck like a bushymouth catfish

watching him freestyle for the cky crew!

hes most likely drunk off his ass

yea hes definitely gonna have some bars in there abt u

probably not good ones but he doesnt mean it in a harmful way! he js says what comes too mind

going too parties together

wondering why hes stealing the hosts family photos

oh god not again

he will try and fuck w u psychologically

like “im gonna move all the furniture 7 inches too the right and see if she notices” type damage

staying with him and rake

honestly they r chill ass roommates and best friends

until dico starts being annoying w him

asking him all these scientific questions

bringing up old stories

mustard…

then rake storms off probably locking himself in his room

whoops!

dressing up with him for bits!!

like he will make u dress as a princess at some point

and he will go all out

who needs medieval times when u got dico and a prop sword!

ur couples halloween costumes would go so hard

like he-man and she-ra (realistically hed opt too be skeletor and pretend hes holding u hostage but its ok)

watching starwars with him

also masters of the universe

he u were the one that signed up too be w a nerd!!!

dont touch his action figures tho

he will lose his shit

NSFW

oh god where do i start

hes a man of privacy

but hes a fucking FREAKKKK

high sex is a must

he likes it when u both are fucked and fuck yk?

the man can EATTT

he will have u squirming there for HOURSSS

but hes messy

like really messy

like u have to wash the sheets twice type messy

rake most likely has walked in on u two fucking before

dico doesnt care tho

its rake

he js yells at him too get out “dickhead!”

(i mean unless it was like the one time where bam clipped him through the window in cky1 but I DIGRESS!!!!)

literally a whore for u

hes down for anything pretty much

weve all seen his drawings, hes a perv!! (but in a good way)

he likes it more gentle than rough

but hes still very intense

very in ur face abt it all

will LOSE HIS MINDD if u jerk/suck him off

though hes a head pusher (he cant help it he loves tangling his fingers in ur hair)

oh get ready too roleplay

and its not no normal roleplay

think benjamin franklin

bc hes abt to discover electricity and ur the conductor (if u know what i mean)

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hope yall enjoyeddd, i woke up too early for work and couldnt sleep due too dico brain rot🙃 so heres a gift. Just a drabble but u should request more fic ideas !!! ill actually try and complete some this time i swear

[spiderfunkz]

✦ SPEECHLESS.

— summary : peter's very charming, and incredibly straight-forward, but mostly charming.

— word count : 0,9k

— warnings : fluff, teasing, just peter being peter.

a/n : my requests are open for peter!! also this is so messy sorry i just needed to post something.

you groan, staring at the papers that your teacher just gave out earlier today. the words on the worksheet seem to be walking around, making it hard for you to read and understand.

you've been partners with peter before, this one being the third time. the second time you were partners was in biology, which was months ago, and the first time was in middle school, it still counts though.

he was always fun to be around. making jokes that come out naturally, he seems like he isn't trying to hard to be funny. he's smart, charming, handsome, pretty even, and being completely honest, he's totally your type.

but you've never tried to talk about that to peter. you didn't want to make things awkward, not when everything seems to be going perfectly fine for you.

"so. should i do the first five numbers? and you do the other five?" you ask. peter didn't reply, he was busy looking for the correct worksheet. did he even hear you?

"you know. just to make things faster and easier." you continue. you've always done that since middle school, it was a method you first suggested to peter so the work was finished faster.

"what, sorry?" he looked up. hands still moving around his backpack, digging for the right worksheet.

"should i do the first five numbers? i can start right now i already have the material." you repeat.

"oh, uh, yeah. i'll do the other five, just give me a minute." he gives you a smile before finally finding the right worksheet.

he mutters something you couldn't make out and started doing his part of the work.

he was oddly quiet this time. he's usually very energetic and talkative to you. but that was months ago, and the other time was in middle school. so you chose to ignore it and continue your work.

"why are you so quiet around me?" or. don't. ignore it. the words just slipped out of your mouth. you do tend to speak before thinking twice, whoops.

"huh?" peter looked up from his paper.

"i dunno. you just seem very, awkward."

"i'm not awkward."

"i mean you're so talkative during class and stuff." you shrugged.

"well. i guess you just make me speechless." peter shrugged, mimicking you, before looking back at his paper and continuing his work.

".. wow." your mouth was wide open. peter was clicking his pen, nervously.

"i'm speechless." you blinked. peter looked up from his paper quickly and replied, "yeah, no. i am so sorry."

"well, at least you had a sense of remorse." you smile, looking down, trying to hide the fact that your blushing.

"just for you." peter winks.

he immediately regrets it. "i'll. stop."

"no keep going." you smile.

"okay. i like you." peter replied, face blank.

you pause. "that's not what i meant by keep going."

"well. what did you want me to say?"

"it was more fun when you just sat there." you say, jokingly.

"well i was silently suffering and debating on whether i should confess to you right now or not. do you like to see me suffer?" peter replies.

"i'm saying you were just as cute when you were sitting silently, looking like a squirrel."

"you think i'm cute?"

"no." your face felt hot, you were 100% blushing.

"but that's what you implied. no?"

"well so what if i think you're cute?"

"nothing. it doesn't affect me." peter awkwardly sniffs.

he was silent for a bit.

you started smiling, "you blush with your nose, peter."

"what! no i don't!" he rubs his nose. you laughed, "rubbing your nose isn't helping, it just makes your nose more red."

"this is so embarrassing for you."

"stop it."

you smile. peter was still blushing. "for the record, i like you too."

peter paused, his hand still on his nose.

"speechless huh?"

"yeah." he smiles.

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

On a scale of ;

Can’t Take Care Of Themselves, Let Alone Others to House Spouse, how good are the boys at domestic-type activities (IE; dishes, laundry, etc)

any characters you want to! It’s your choice!

Love your work!!!!

Undertale Sans - Oh he does things. But he doesn't like to feel pressured to do things. So if he has to do chores, let him cook and simply watch from a distance so he does the thing. It will take twice at three times the normal time to do it as well so be patient. He's ok doing pretty much everything if you ask him to do it two or three working days ahead. He has to prepare himself to do the chore before actually doing it lol.

Undertale Papyrus - He's always happy to help around the house, and it's actually a big part of his routine. He loves cleaning, he loves to stay in a clean and organized environment and even though he loves his big brother, he has never been so happy since he's independent and doesn't have to wake up with the fear of finding the fridge eviscerated by one of Sans' nocturn craving. The only thing he hates is washing the dishes. He hates touching plates that are covered with pieces of things other people put in their mouths. He always wears two pairs of gloves and a mask doing so. If a drop of water touches him elsewhere, he's screaming.

Underswap Sans - Like a lot of things Blue does, it's very expeditive. Blue thinks chores are boring and so he's doing them at the speed of light to get rid of it as soon as he can. This usually means you will have to redo his work later in the day because he forgot to do half of the things and neglected the others.

Underswap Papyrus - When he learned to live with his depression when he first got on the Surface, his psy advised that he keeps his environment clean and organized. It took quite a lot of effort to get there, but now Honey actually likes cleaning the house. That's a moment when he's alone with himself, and it appeases his anxiety. Now he gets anxious when something is not clean and when he can't fix it immediately lol. But that's fine.

Underfell Sans - He's the king of hiding things away lol. Dust on the floor? Whoop, under the carpet. A thing not at its place? Whoop, throw it in the closet. He doesn't like cleaning. It's boring and it's a waste of time. So he tries to hide all the things that would make you ask him to clean the house. He'll do it if you ask, but you can hear him mumbling and growling while doing it lol.

Underfell Papyrus - He does most of the chores in the house because he thinks his partner deserves better than thinking about this all the time. Also because each thing has a special place he spent hours to find and he's going to lose his mind if he can't find it the next time he needs it. He doesn't like cleaning the house that much, but life taught him nobody cares what you want so he's doing it anyway.

Horrortale Sans - I mean, he tries to help, but... Uh... There's not a chore where he comes to ask you three times what he's supposed to do again, and the other times, he falls asleep because repetitive tasks tend to make him sleepy. He's trying his best :(

Horrortale Papyrus - He still loves cleaning the house, but obviously, there are things he can't do anymore. Cleaning the floor is one of them as it hurts his back, same for washing the dishes sine he has to bend to reach the sink. He's really frustrated about this, as cleaning used to help with his anxiety, but he kinda gets used to that. Toriel is coming once a week to help him clean the house anyway because Oak is not helping that much and sometimes does worse trying to help.

Swapfell Sans - He doesn't like cleaning, except for the kitchen. He loves his kitchen and will kill anyone who touches his things. Everything goes at a precise place and he will bite if you try to convince him otherwise. Because, uh, he's kinda the only one to understand how everything is ordered. Sometimes Rus can't help it and switch two things, which leads to Nox screaming at the top of his lungs and getting mad at everyone. Rus loves to especially switch huge things, like the fridge and the oven. He can never get enough.

Swapfell Papyrus - He hates cleaning. He hates it with all his might. So when he's forced to do it, he makes things worse by transforming his chore into a bad prank. Cleaning the bathroom? Sure, and then he replaces all the shampoos with paint. Doing the laundry? K, but he somehow puts only princess dresses in the washing machine even though you have no idea where they're coming from. Cleaning his turtle enclosure? Why? It's funnier to put everything on the floor and act like it's a crime scene. He could never lack of imagination.

Fellswap Gold Sans - Cleaning? Him? Nah, he has people to do that for him. Why would you waste time cleaning for hours when you can have people do that for you? It's way easier and he can think of all of the other crucial matters of his life. Like the color of the dress he's going to wear today to make his transphobic asshole of a neighbor scream with rage.

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - He's cleaning his own room because he lives in there most of the time. Anywhere else, well... He will try to avoid it at all costs by leaving the house or pretending he has suddenly a very important thing to do in his room. It makes him anxious when he notices a room needs to be clean and he usually finds a way to escape before you notice and ask him to do it.

[f0xseven]

bill's dialogue transcribed

alright, same situation as the ford post i made! @monstrousmuse said in the tags of the ford post that she'd like to see a bill one and that sounded fun to me so here we are. it's what it sounds like: i watched the dvds and typed what i heard. initially inspired by this post about how to get down a characters specific voice

here's the link to the dialogue!

i left my thoughts on some of fords speaking quirks in the tags last time but i think i'll put bill's under a cut instead this time around

edit: now there's a fiddleford one as well!

in my head, before doing this, i figured it would be like a 1:10 ratio of bill not yelling to bill yelling, but that is not the case. its more like hes just LOUDLY SPEAKING a good chunk of the time rather than straight up shouting. if youre curious, there are 277 exclamation points, 107 periods, and 81 question marks in this. thats a little thrown off by when he yells a question, with 21 "?!"s, but. regardless, its less of a crazy ratio than i was expecting. this is also probably a bit subjective to whomever is listening though. after listening to bill talk for so long i think i got desensitized to what screaming is

he does this thing with three word phrases where he pauses for dramatics in-between the words. "When-- I'm-- MAD?!" "Take-- them-- OUT!" etc. it made me laugh seeing mabel take advantage of it when she gets him in the eye with the spray paint

he does a singsong-y voice thing a lot. "wouldn't want to ruin the shooow~" "you just need to hear out my demaands~" mostly when he's trying to get someone to go along w his nonsense

when i was watching the soos bill... boos part, i'd seen someone point out before how it was bill that went "eugh!" to stan feeding "mr tummy" lol but i didnt realize it was also bill that goes "BOOORIIING!" to stan's memory of the vending machine. in retrospect this completely makes sense, bill already knows everything that's going on there. soos however, i believe, would have watched that shit

everyone knows about bill's blank face then big "WHAT?!!!" reaction he does, but he also does a similar thing in sock opera twice where he does this really irritated "huh?" noise.

"well well well". he loves that. i think this is common knowledge though. he says "how's about"/"how about" a good few times.

he stutters two times ever (not counting when he's imitating blendin), once when lazy susan regains consciousness in the fearamid "whoops. back-- back you go, there." and then when he's dying. "y-y-YOU IDIOT!" when he's dying, his voice breaks a bit.

he actually refers to the henchmaniacs as "boys" more than he refers to them as the henchmaniacs. lmfao. like "this is our town now, boys!"

he goes "hmmm. [then verbalizes the problem he's having or what he's going to do about it]" a lot

[ivys-garden]

Hivy, This is Ivy!

Throughout my time on Tumblr one of my favourite things to do has been to create hypothetical Minecraft updates, I've done this twice before with The Pigeon update and The Pond Update, but a few weeks ago I let you lot chose what geographic area I should turn into a hypothetical update

Yall chose Celtic Europe (and Oceania but that's for later) AKA, Ireland, Scotland, Whales and Cornwall. I was very glad with this outcome as I myself am Scottish and I had a lot of ideas for this…..too many ideas…. So many ideas that I had to cut an entire section and now some stuff feels barebones….whoops. (but hey now I can work on a full portion update later…yay.)

But, enough of that, let's move on to:

The Fae Update!

New Biomes + Structures

There are 6 new biomes in this hypothetical update, each referring a different local found in celtic europe these are: The White Cliffs,The Glacial Pass, The Wisteria Forrest The Heather Moorlands/Peat Bogs (take your pick), The Highland Forests, and… you'll see ;3

The White Cliffs

The White Cliffs are a new coastal biome, consisting of grass topped cliffs, sandy bays and rock structures jutting out of the water. Suspicious sand and gravel generates naturally here and loot from it follows the fishing loot table, though with an increased chance to find nautilus shells and a rare chance to find sniffer eggs

This biome is based on the White Cliffs of Dover and the Jurassic Coast

The White Cliffs has only three new features:

Puffins

A new passive abiant mob, they drop Feathers when killed. Instead of the normal birds nest (introduced in the pigeon update) puffins lay there eggs in “wall nests” grey nests that attach to walls, these can be used as a decorative block

Seagulls

A neutral mob who drops Feathers and fish when killed, they spawn both in the White Cliffs and on beaches and open Seas. Seagulls will attack the player if they are holding any food item in their hand, stealing it.

Seagulls serve no other purpose.

Chalk

Chalk is a new stone block. It has the blast resistance of wood and is exclusive to the white cliffs, making up the cliffs themselves.

Chalk can be dyed any of the dye colours in the game, creating a softer, more Pastel variant of that colour (queers rejoice). Chalk can be made into slabs, stairs and walls in the stone cutter.

The Glacial Pass

A cold mountainous biome, the Glacial past is mainly made of stone and deeplate, with ice and snow also being common. Dipstone spikes can be found here as well as gravel structures resembling Eskers and Terminal Moraines (yes my favourite subject is geography how can you tell?). Suspicious gravel can be found here as well as suspicious snow, which can also be found in the igloo. Strays, Polar Bears, Foxes and Rabbits Spawn in this environment

This biome is based on glaciated uplands

Seals

Seals can be found in all cold environments. Seals will follow the player when they swim, upon coming on to land Seals will bob in the afternoon expectantly.

Seals can be fed fish, clapping after this is done

Seals drop blubber when killed. Blubber can be crafted into blubber blocks, when lit on fire these blocks burn light yellow. Blubber can be used to make torches, lanterns and campfires.

Blubber can also be crafted into a chest plate, the blubber chest plate reduces projectile damage and prevents Frost damage in powdered snow, but it slows you down while on land

The Wisteria Forest

A replacement for the old flower Frocester, this is a rare forrest in which all natural flowers spawn

Purified water (a type of water introduced in the pond update that can cure harmful status effects and restore hunger permanently for a short time) would spawn here too, as well as unicorns and kelpies (introduced in the pond update, will be discussed later)

Other Mobs that Spawn here will be discussed later

Wisteria Trees

Wisteria trees are a new wood type. The wood itself is a pale green with a purplish grey bark. Wisteria leaves are pale lavender. Wisteria trees also have hanging leave variants, much like willow leaves (pond update) that grow in the same way as glow berries

Butterflies and Moths

Passive ambient mobs that spawn in all biomes, though moths are most common in dark oak forests and butterflies are most common here. Both come in many colours, much like tropical fish. These mobs are as large as the bees (traditional dictates that all Minecraft arthropods must be massive, also yes bane of arthropods works on these, but do you actually care?)

Butterflies and Moths drop their respective wings when killed, these can be grafted onto the elytra (using the dragonfly carapace, an mob drop from the dragon fly as introduced in the pond update, speaking of that, the Toad from that update will also eat Moths and Butterflies) grafting these wings on changes the electable texture to resemble the wings of these Mobs (Note: despite both having many textures the electric will always adopt The Lunar Moth and Monarch Butterfly texture respectively)

Crann Bethadh Sprout

The sprout of a legendary tree, this is a two tall plant with ever changing leaf colours, shifting throughout all the pastel colour variants

The player can take a cutting of this plant using shears

This plant can only be dug up by the sniffer

Flower Crowns

By combining any 4 flowers in a circular pattern in the crafting table players can make flower crowns. Flower crowns adopt the colours of whatever flowers were used to craft it. Flower crowns can be worn on the head and serve no purpose other than to make people look pretty ;3

Wisteria Grass

Wisteria grass is a new grass type block that is pale lavender. It behaves the same as grass. It is only found in the Wisteria forest

The Heather Moorlands

Heather Moorlands are made up of water, grass, mud and a new block. No trees and few other plants spawn here, but cattails, reeds (pond update), sea grass and lily pads would be common here.

Bogs would spawn here

Toads, Frogs and Dragonflies would spawn here

Heather Moorlands are based on….Heather Moorlands.

Peat

Peat is a new powered snow-like block. It is brown in colour and makes up most of the ground in the Heather moorlands. Any plant can be planted on it.

Falling through peat takes notably longer than it does for powdered snow, players cannot freeze in peat, only suffocate. Peat can be safely traversed with leather boots.

When broken, peat will break into Peat Logs, peat logs can be burned in the furnace as an effective fuel

When lit on fire, Peat burns Bright Red, peat logs can be used to make peat lanterns, campfires and torches.

Combining 4 peat logs together makes a peat block, smelting a peat block creates Hardened Peat. Harmed peat can be made into Smooth Peat, Chiselled Peat, Peat Bricks, Cut Peat, Peat Pillar and Peat Tiles

Gortach

The Gortach are a new Undead mob. They spawn in swamps and peat bogs and resemble Bog bodies. They hide in dirt, mud, sand, gravel and peat and jump out of the ground to attack.

Gortach inflicts poison with their attacks. Gortach can carry swords, axes, and spears

Gortach drop their weapon, peat logs or Rotten flesh when killed

Spears

Spears are crafted either with one iron ingot and two sticks in a diagonal pattern, or are dropped by the Gortach

Spears are weaker than the sword but have a better reach, can be thrown (though this isn't good for their durability) and completely bypass shields and armour, hitting the opponent as if they had nothing at all

Spears have all the same enchantments as the Sword + Loyalty

Heather

Heather is a new purple flower exclusive to the Heather Moorlands. It gives purple dye when ground up.

The Highland Forest

Made up of rolling hills and Birch trees, all normal passive Mobs can spawn here, but sheep, goats,bees and cows are most common. All normal hostile Mobs can spawn here

Loch Lurkers (a rare UnderWater horse-like mob from the pond update) also spawn in the lakes here

Birch Updates

Yep. This is a secret Birch forest update.

A new form of Birch tree “Silver Birch” that grows much taller and has yellow leaves can be found here. This form gets its own sapling

The Birch block would also get a minor update to make the black segments more like stripes and not ugly blobs

Leave Updates, Packed Leaves and Thatching

Players and Mobs can now walk and fall through leaves.

When breaking leaves with anything other than shears or silk touch leaf blocks will drop leaf items (except wisteria and Spruce, which drop Petals and Needles)

By placing 9 of these in the crafting bench the player can create packed leaves, a new solid version of the leaf block

Thatching is a new block of greyish colour that is crafted with 6 wheat on the top and bottom and 3 leaves of any type in the centre of the crafting bench. Thatching looks the same as a Hale Bale, only without the string holding it together.

Goosegrass, Nettles, and Thistle

Goosegrass is a plant that grows in any forest, but is most common in the Highlands. Walking through goosegrass results in it sticking to you, taking up one of your unoccupied armour slots and slowing you down. Walking through it at all also slows you down, much like cobwebs, making this plant dangerous when fighting mobs

Nettles can only spawn in Dark oak and Highland forests. Nettles stay low to the ground, if they are walked on by a player they are inflicted with Poison. Nettles can be collected and made into a healthy soup

Thistles are a new type of two high flowers. They can be ground into purple dye. They hurt the player if walker through

Deer

Deer are a new mob found in all forested environments, much like Wolf's they have different textures depending on the biome

When killed, Deers drop Venison, a new edible meat

Like Goats, Deers will try to charge the player. Also like Goats, after hitting a block deer will drop and antler

Fog

Fog is a new weather type, lowering the amount the player can see for a short time and allowing a few Mobs to spawn, particularly endermen

Shelf Fungus

A new decorative block that grows on trees

Wildcats

Wildcats are a new ambient Mob, they share a model with Ocelots and Cats and they drop string when killed

The Mushroom Grotto

Oh yes. A new forest of giant mushrooms and mycelium. This biome is very rare. The Mobs that Spawn here will be discussed later

Mushroom Wood

Much like the nether mushrooms, overworld mushrooms are now a woodtype. The mushroom stem can be stripped and converted into all wood blocks. Mushroom wood is white in colour.

New Mushrooms

Yep. There is now a mushroom for every colour of dye in the game. Mushrooms can also now be ground into dye

Here's what all those mushrooms could look like (minus brown and red of course):

(Note: this is based on design, not colour)

Before moving on, sniffers don't just get the Crann Bethadh Sprout. They get a new plant for every dye type in the game

Plus, they can dig up two new mushrooms exclusive to them, when ground these mushrooms become two new dye types… Well, not quite. They Become Rose Dye and Spring Green Dye, the two removed wool colours. This is the only way to get these mushrooms and these dyes. This would make the sniffer more worth the work put in to get one and create a lot of more strange decoration choices

Here's what they COULD look like (note: again, colours don't line up)

Mushroom bricks

Smelting the Mushroom blocks (not the stem, the block itself) creates mushroom bricks: multicoloured bricks taking on the patterning of the mushroom used to make them

Mushroom bricks can be made into stairs, slabs and walls

Puffball Mushrooms and Faerie Rings

Both exclusive to the mushroom forest.

Puffball mushrooms are brown in colour and are plants that stay on the ground, when walked over they release spores that inflict harmful status effects such as Poison, blindness, slowness, weakness, nausea, lethitatvia, and mining fatigue

Faerie Rings are Rings of mushrooms that take up one block on the ground (they also come in all colours)

If a player steps on one it is like they are walking through cobwebs, and upon getting out they will be inflicted with slowness.

If a mob steps in one they completely freeze and their AI is disabled until they are knocked out or the ring is broken.

This would help allow players to use Mobs as decoration without lagging there game

New Structures

Bothies

A bothy is a public structure found typically in the Highlands, there small houses for folks to take shelter in.

Bothines can spawn in any woodland biomes, they'll appear as a simple wooden house. Inside Bothies will have a chest with low level loot and a bed.

Occasionally, suspicious sand,mud, gravel or snow will spawn outside the bothy (depending on the biome), these typically have low level loot but items such as armour Trims or record disks can be dug up

Stone Works

Based on the numerous palaeolithic celtic stoneworks,these are small abiant structures spawning in the Dark Oak, Highland and Wisteria forests, as well as Heather Moorlands, Snowy Tundras, Wetlands and Mushroom Grottos

There would be many variants of these structures resembling stone circles, stone henges, standing stones, stone portals and cobbled walls.

All of these are made from base stone blocks, though sometimes other blocks can be found like chalk flooring or trees/water spawning in the centre of a stone circle

Sometimes, though rarely, these structures could spawn with a “Stone Holder” a new block that holds a tool or weapon (similar to the myth of the sword and the stone) these can be moved with silk touch. The player can remove the weapon, which will always be made of iron (that's important for later) and could have some low-level enchamtmants

Occasionally, these can also structures spawn with suspicious dirt, which can be dug up with the brush. Pottery sherds are more common in these structures, but apart from that, they exist only as set dressing ;)

Castle Ruins

A more substantial ruin, Castle Ruins can spawn basically anywhere, but are most common in Highland forests.

Castle Ruins are winding structures, they have a Dungeon below with Gortach or Bog spawners in the cells. The main ruin itself is made up of narrow passageways, imagine a smaller version of the bastion.

There would be numerous loot chests around, but upon opening one, a new mob would be summoned called a ■■■■■■

This mob will be discussed later :)

The Beast's Lair

An underground structure most common under the mountains or Highland forests

Made up of narrow passages leading to open rooms filled with gold blocks, loot chests containing riches and even some new vaults. There's also a shocking amount of skulls littered around

And of course the new boss here: The Wyvern

The Wyvern is a draconic boss mob spawning only hear, it has 4 legs and two wings and is bright red (Note: no. Wyvern never meant a dragon with only 4 limbs. That is a modern addition. Wyvern and dragons were different because of what they breathed)

The Wyvern is very powerful up close and can attack from far away with its poisonous breath

Upon its defeat the Wyvern will drop copious amounts of gold and emeralds that it ate, perhaps even some diamonds if your lucky

Faerie Mounds

Spawning exclusively in the Wisteria Forests, Highland Forests and Mushroom Grottos, these are small dirt hills with a spawner inside and a handful of loot chests

They are essentially fae Dungeons

The mobs that Spawn here will be: you guessed it, discussed later

Clochan + The Dubnos Tunnels

Clochans are typically just an abiant structures common in the Highlands, small cobblestone huts with nothing interesting about them.

But occasionally, they lead to something greater. Some of them spawn with holes leading to a second structure made up of 5 rooms, oriented in this pattern:

In the centre room are 5 stones, each baring a carving of one of the 5 element symbols (note: these are taken from the unused painting textures, with a new one added for wood), at the base of all these stones is a new kind of Vault “The Fae Vault” exclusive to this structure and the beast's lair

The carvings look like this:

The goal of this structure would be to go to each of the challenge rooms, each of with have there own stone with a carving, right click on said carving to indicate you have completed the room, and once all 4 rooms are complete return to the centre room to click on the craving that was not represented by one of the carvings in the other rooms. Getting this right results in the appearance of 5 Fae keys from the stones. These keys can be used on the fey vaults to claim the structures loot

Failure to complete the structure will be indicated by the carvings glowing Red and numerous waves of Mobs spawning

The challenge rooms each contain a challenge pertaining to their element: the fire room is filled with fire, the water room is flooded, the air room requires parkour, the earth room is a Maze and the plant room is filled with Sweet Berries, Goosegrass, Nettles, Thistles, Puffball mushrooms and Faerie Rings (yes I know mushrooms aren't plants, shush.)

On top of that, there are several spawners for the fae in this structure, with various types appearing to attack you. Though these spanners will be deactivated upon completing a room

(Note: carved stones can be moved with silk touch)

They fae Mobs that Spawn in these will be discussed later.

These structures would create unique challenges for the player and would bring more life to these biomes, encouraging exploration.

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[pha5ed]

You Play a Sport || LifeSteal Headcannons

type :: fluff

tw/cw :: none

members :: clown, mapicc, parrot

note :: never played basketball or tennis but i have a lot of friends who do so im relying on what they told me TT

Clown

Everyone has played basketball lightly growing up so when you said you play basketball he went “Oh cool”

But when you say you’re on your school’s varsity team and playing club he knows you’re deep in

Clown isn’t a huge sports guy but he knows clubs are expensive as fuck and far 99% of the time

He’s really curious and asks a lot of questions

When he hears you’re spending roughly $1,000 alone on the club he feels his wallet cry

Then you mention how expensive shoes, jerseys, and gas is and his wallet literally crumbles

He could never imagine spending that much on a sport

What’s even crazier was when you admitted you didn’t plan to play on a WBNA/NBA level

You said you just wanted to play during college and most likely go to open gyms every once in a while

Bro was so shocked and was about to doubt your spending habits

But when you mention how it’s not too different from buying skins, emotes, and games,,,, he gets really quiet

He’d love to try playing with you once or twice

He’ll probably make a gamble of some kind

“If I get 10 points you owe me $20”

And then you whoop his ass

“Double or nothing”

Now you doubt his spending habits…

He’s not really big into shoes and stuff but he likes looking at them with you

When you start sliding the shoes across the floor he’s so confused????

Why are you ruining shoes in the store???? Aren’t you embarrassed???

But then you explain it’s to test the grip of the shoes he goes “ohhhh”

He’s so clueless about shoes it’s so funny

“What about these?” And he holds up a pair of Jordans 1…

If you let him try on a pair of basketball shoes he instantly gets the hype

He might even buy himself a pair

But he’ll never use them for actual basketball, just going out

When he wears his new basketball shoes outside you can see allll of the sports player cringe

Literally 3 people come up to him and go “bro you forgot to take your court shoes off”

Mapicc

When you said you play volleyball he always thought you were just joking

No way a loser who plays Minecraft all days and streams could be on the volleyball team

Especially since practices and games can last until 9pm sometimes

But when you send him clips of you playing, he’s shocked

He always thought volleyball kids were super cool, popular, outgoing, drinkers, smokers, etc

And Mapicc thinks you’re the exact opposite LOL

He actually admires the grind a lot

He likes going to gym and plays basketball every now and then

The football coaches at his school always asked him to join but he didn’t really like the sport that much

He def asks questions about your games and rules and stuff

Probs says cocky stuff like “I could do that”

If you ever meet in person and try to make him dive, spike, or even server he’ll definitely suck

Once he actually tries it, it appreciates the sport a lot more

If he goes to any of your games he’s definitely SCREAMINGGG

Shouting, whistling, clapping, stomping, everything

Probably provokes the opposing team

Definitely argues back with the ref even though he’s not a player and not from your school

He doesn’t understand the uniform difference between the girls and boys though

“If you dive in booty shorts wouldn’t it hurt your thighs???”

When you say it does hurt your thighs sometimes he’s even more confused

“Then don’t wear it????”

But he doesn’t understand that it’s just the culture of volleyball at this point

He lovesss looking at players volleyball shoes

He’s tempted to join volleyball just so he can get a new pair of shoes

But when he finds out most volleyball players don’t actually buy volleyball shoes but instead buy basketball shoes he’s a little confused

“Why not buy volleyball shoes???”

And then you have to explain how a majority of volleyball shoes kinda suck ass and how basketball shoes always have extreme grip

And he’s like “???Why don’t they make volleyball shoes with more grip???”

He helps you realize how dumb volleyball culture is sometimes…

Parrot

When he finds out you also play tennis he gets so competitive

He LOVES tennis with his whole heart man

Asks what your schools name is and what division you’re in and your rank and your average win rate and and and

You two bond over tennis constantly

He can finally send someone the tennis memes he gets on his feed

If you’re worse than him, he’s always giving you tips and and even offers to train you if ever meet irl

But if you’re better than him, oh boy, he’s gonna train so hard

He definitely sends you clips of him playing and asks you to rate it

He’ll ask for clips of you playing as well and he might or might not make fun of your form

Whenever he wins a match he’ll take a picture and send it to you ASAP

If he loses,,,, he pretends he never even went to the game

One time he broke his racket and he let you pick the color

You picked an ugly ahh puke color but he laughed it off and actually bought it

If you do meet irl, you guys are INSTANTLY playing tennis

No hugs no greeting, he comes to the airport with a tennis ball and racket in hand

If he wins, he will make fun of you every day and will constantly brag to you

But if he loses, he deflects and constantly blames random stuff

“The sun was in my eye” It was sunset and cloudy

“I’ve never been in this country so my racket’s not used to it” What?????

Definitely makes you redo your serve at least like 5 times just to make you angry

[kfans-writerblog]

Dating shawn mendes 🥰

*Your hands were full of things that you were going to give your parents for Christmas when Shawn, a tall guy with light brown hair and green eyes bumps into you causing you to drop your things* "Whoops sorry about that." *He gets down to help you pick up your things*" I wasn't paying attention."

"No worries your good "*i pick up the stuff and got up and smile and walk away*

*He quickly grabs your arm, stopping you* "Wait."

*i stop* "hmm?"

*he looked down at you, a small smirk on his face*" You're not going to yell at me or something?"

*i giggle*" no silly dont worry about it take a easy"

*he let go of your arm, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning on the wall* "And why's that? You should at least yell at me a little. I did make you drop all your stuff after all."

"Well your in luck running into a nice girl"

*he chuckled and stepped closer to you* "And how do I know you're really that nice?"

"Oh should i be a karen then?"

*he burst out laughing, putting his hand over his mouth to stop it* "I don't think I could handle a Karen right now."

"Haha"

*he managed to get his laughter under control, wiping away a tear from his eye* "Seriously though, I've seen way too many Karen's around here lately."

"Yeah, anyway, nice to meet you im y/n"

*he smiled again* "Nice to meet you too, y/n. I'm Shawn."

"See u around i guess"

*he watched you leave, a small smile still on his face. He couldn't shake the feeling that he'd see you again.*

*i search on Instagram and stalk and look for all shawns on Instagram*

*You scrolled through several accounts until you found one that had the right name. The profile picture showed Shawn grinning and holding up a peace sign.*

*i request to be his follower*

*Shawn's phone pinged as your request came through. He opened up the notification and saw that you had requested to follow him. He smiled, a little surprised that a pretty girl like you was following him on Instagram. He quickly accepted your request and looked through your profile.*

*i blush on my phone*

*he continued scrolling through your photos, enjoying the cute selfies and funny memes you had posted. He noticed that you seemed like a really fun and carefree person.*

*i smile at my phone and shawn sees my thousand followers and dog pictures i take*

*he was impressed by your large following, but he wasn't surprised considering how cute you looked. He cooed at your pictures of your dog, commenting "adorable" on one of them.*

*i gasp and quickly replied* "thanks 💖"

*he chuckled again at your quick response, liking your comment and sending you a message*

"Can't believe I found your Instagram, I thought you were just a cute stranger I bumped into at the store."

"Haha" *i wait for a him to flirt*

*he took the bait and sent another message, his flirtation increasing*

"Seriously, you're way out of my league. How'd I get so lucky to run into you twice in one day?"

*i reply* "maybe im your angel"

*he almost dropped his phone when he read that. He wasn't expecting such a smooth response from you.*

"Angel huh? Then I must be the luckiest man alive. Having an angel as beautiful as you follow me on Instagram and call me lucky?"

"Any valintines day plans ? "

*he thought for a moment before replying*

"Not really, I was just planning on spending it at home with my family. Why? Are you asking me out?"

"No just curious"

*he felt a little disappointed, but tried not to show it*

"Ah, I see. Just curious, huh? Well, what about you? Got any plans for Valentine's Day?"

"No, sadly, i think my family is hosting a valitines Day party, tho why u asking me out ;)"

*he chuckled at your response, deciding to be a bit cheeky*

"Who said I was asking you out? Maybe I was just wondering if I had any competition at the party. ;)"

"Well dont worry its all family at the party wanna join?"

*he was caught off guard by your invitation, but quickly composed himself and typed out his response.*

"Wait, you're inviting me to a family party? Aren't you worried I'll embarrass you in front of them?"

"Don't worry too much"

*the day comes and i sent u the address and i welcome you with a nice white dress and my hair nicely curled* "Hey Shawn!"

*he was speechless as he saw you in your white dress. He had never seen you look so gorgeous before. He was suddenly aware of how underdressed he was in his casual jeans and t-shirt.*

"Hey, wow, you look stunning."

"Come on in"

*he swallowed hard and stepped inside, his eyes never leaving you. He felt out of place among the elegantly dressed guests but tried to act natural.*

"Thanks for inviting me. This place is beautiful."

"Thanks" *we grab food*

*he followed you to the table, watching you carefully as you picked out some food. He couldn't help but feel a bit nervous around you now that he was at the party. He kept stealing glances at you, admiring how graceful you looked even when doing something as simple as eating.*

"Dont be shy take it or it will be gone the next time u want it"

*he smiled sheepishly and took a few bites of food, trying to relax. He chuckled at your teasing and spoke up*

"I'm not shy, just trying to figure out how to act around you in front of all these people."

"Ah, let's go in the back," *i take shawn to the back, staring at the grass*

*he followed you to the backyard, relieved to be away from the crowd. He took a deep breath, enjoying the fresh air and quietness of the area.*

"This is much better. Thanks for bringing me out here."

"Yeah no worries"

*he leaned against the wall, watching you look at the grass. He felt a sense of peace being alone with you like this.*

"You know, you look even more beautiful out here than you did inside."

"Pfft yeah?"

*he chuckled at your reaction, stepping closer to you.*

"Yeah. The way the moonlight reflects on your hair and your skin... it's mesmerizing."

"What you gonna write a song about me?"

*he chuckled again, a playful glint in his eyes.*

"Maybe I will. You'd make a great muse for a song."

*i blush*

*he noticed the blush on your cheeks and his smile widened. He loved seeing you flustered like this.*

"Oh, look at that. You're blushing. How adorable."

*i go in for desserts*

*he smirked, watching you leave to get dessert. He waited a few moments before following you inside, his gaze still fixated on you.*

*i pick some fruits and cheese cake and sat on the balcony*

*he sees you sitting alone on the balcony and walks over, leaning against the railing next to you.*

"You know, you're the only one I know who can make eating dessert look elegant."

*i blush* "oh really?"

*he chuckled, clearly enjoying teasing you.*

"Yeah, really. The way you're sitting there, eating daintily, it's just so... graceful."

"Well mister tease u should have some drinks what do u want? We have no alcohol in here"

*he smirked again, amused by your attempt to change the subject.*

"Just some water is fine. I don't want to get tipsy and embarrass myself in front of your family."

*i pass him water*

*he took the water from you, his fingers brushing against yours briefly. He took a sip and looked at you with a soft smile.*

"Thanks. I'm glad I came tonight. It's been a fun party, even if I did spill a few drinks on myself earlier."

"Oh musics starting "*people do ballroom dance and i stand and admire it*

*he stands up too, watching the dancers with a smile on his face. He then turns to you, noticing your admiration.*

"You like dancing, don't you?"

"Mhm"

*he holds out his hand to you.*

"Well, why don't you join them then? Show off your skills."

*i do ballroom dance with him*

*he blushes slightly as you pull him onto the dance floor. He's not the best dancer, but he tries his best to keep up with you, following your lead.*

"I'm sorry if I step on your toes," *he whispers with a chuckle.*

"Silly your better then me"

*he shakes his head, still feeling a bit clumsy compared to you.*

"You're being too kind. I'm definitely not better than you. You're just a natural."

*i lean closer to u for a kiss*

*his heart races as you lean in closer. He gazes at you with surprise and excitement, but then hesitates for a brief moment before closing the gap and pressing his lips to yours. The kiss is gentle yet full of desire, and he wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer.*

*i smile and hug him*

*he smiles back, hugging you tightly. He holds you for a moment before whispering in your ear.*

"You know, I've been wanting to do that all night."

*we go on many dates and one day you asked to make offical and asked me to be your gf*

*on a sunny afternoon, Shawn takes you to a beautiful spot by a lake. He looks nervous but excited as he stands in front of you, holding both of your hands in his.*

"I've been wanting to ask you something," *he says, his voice a bit shaky.*

"Mhm"

*he takes a deep breath, gathering his courage.*

"I know we've been seeing each other for a while now, and I've never been happier. You make me feel things I never thought I would. And I want to be with you... officially. So, will you be my girlfriend?"

"Of course babe ive been waiting"

*he grins from ear to ear, his face lighting up with joy. He wraps his arms around you and lifts you up in a hug, spinning you around.*

"You have no idea how relieved I am that you said yes. I was so nervous."

"Hehe" *i kiss your head* " my silly boy"

*he chuckles, blushing a little at your affectionate nickname.*

"Only for you, love."

*he sets you back down and pulls you close, resting his chin on your shoulder.*

*we cuddle*

*he holds you tightly, his body relaxing as he enjoys the feeling of being close to you. He sighs contentedly and nuzzles his face into your neck.*

"I could stay like this forever."