#but I figured it’s better to at least say something than constantly be annoyed in private

[sodapopper]

Thoughts on calling out toxic fan behavior and the recent musical drama

I don’t often talk about fandom drama, because I prefer to write about the positive instead of the ugly. But with what’s recently come out about a specific group of musical fans, I’ve seen an influx of posts across all platforms expressing outrage at the situation—outrage I share. That being said, the sentiment behind many of these posts confuses me. The anger, while absolutely justified, seems directed at the general fandom, instead of the people actually culpable.

Don’t get me wrong, bad things have happened in the musical fandom. I’m not making light of that; I have friends who’ve witnessed/been victimized firsthand by the toxicity. But many, if not most, of the situations/behavior being spotlighted are not the fault of the general fandom, but a few specific people—the folks in the group chat leaked on reddit.

Brody being ambushed at stage door? It was by that one specific group. Emma, Sky, Trevor, etc being stalked? That group. Weird comments in Soc Saturday live? That group. Rush line bullying? That group. Inappropriate/rude stage door etiquette? That group. Violent commentary and threats? That group. Bullying fans online? Guess who—yeah, it’s still that one specific group.

Make no mistake, I want these people banned from the theater and made pariahs within the fandom. They deserve every consequence coming their way. Their behavior is despicable, their words unforgivable, and the damage they’ve done to an otherwise friendly theater fandom can’t be overstated. These people have repeatedly engaged in unspeakable conduct with little sign of remorse, and our outrage is both justified and righteous.

But it’s because of us, the general fandom—and the efforts of the folks in the reddit thread and the facebook group—that these issues came to light. Management is tightening security, the cast has been made aware, and according to the most recent update, the perpetrators’ families reached out about the situation to say these young people are facing appropriate consequences. (Which is why I haven’t named them, at the request of their parents.)

Besides several extremely bad apples, the Outsiders fandom (for the most part) is a reasonable, friendly place. It hurts my heart to see posts lashing out against the fandom at large, as if 100% were responsible for this situation instead of a few.

Those kids are wrong, and it sounds like they’re facing punishment for their actions. But I hope we don’t turn their misdeeds into a witch hunt within the fandom. Most of the people I’ve encountered here are polite and respectful, who love the show and wish only the best for the cast. As much as we should continue calling out toxic behavior, it shouldn’t be at the expense of everyone who happens to enjoy the show.

Language is important, and when I see posts make sweeping accusations against “the fandom” for things only a minority of folks are doing, it saddens me. Call out bad behavior, but don’t pull your punches and end up hitting everyone instead. Be specific! Know who you’re accusing! And if you’re not comfortable naming people directly, please be cautious how you phrase your anger—don’t lump the many into the actions of a few.

Every fandom has drama. Every fandom has bullies who try to ruin the experience for others. Every fandom has scandals and bad behavior and hateful deeds. But in the grand scale of what’s out there, ours is surprisingly unproblematic, compared to most other fandoms, and I think we should acknowledge that more. I’ve been a fan of many things for many years, and this is the only fandom in which I’ve felt safe enough to stop my habitual lurking and take a place at the table.

I love our cute little fandom, full of artists and writers and imaginative minds. I’m sorry for the horrible things that have happened at the hands of people who called themselves fans. I’m sorry the cast was ever made to feel uncomfortable and unsafe. But I also believe the majority of us are good, kind people, and I will continue to appreciate the efforts they’ve made to keep this space as respectful as possible.

We should never take good fans for granted. To all the people who love the story, who love the show, who’ve been touched in some way by these characters and carry a piece of the magic inside your heart, and who are as grieved by the misconduct as I am—I love you, I see you, and I’m glad you’re here.

Stay gold, my friends! 💗✨

[flawseer]

On the False Dragonets of Destiny

Recycled art... Forgive me, I can't physically draw more than I currently am.

Just a little while ago I was looking at some replies to my recent work, and I noticed a nice comment from someone who expressed they enjoyed my comics featuring the false dragonets of destiny, but couldn't really get into them in the books. I am thankful for that comment, but even more thankful for the opportunity to ramble at length about something I kind of wanted to talk about, but couldn't find a plausible excuse for. Until now.

All of this is just my reading of the material, of course. You don't need to agree with me on this.

Content Warning: Some discussion of abuse, trauma, violence. I don't know if it's severe enough to warrant a warning, but better be safe.

General discussion

The false dragonets of destiny, the alternates, or whatever one wants to call them. They enter the story proper in book 4, after having made a few minor cameo appearances before, and serve as a kind of hybrid antagonistic force and pseudo-allies for Starflight during his stay on the Nightwing Isle. During that time, they are very abrasive, stand-offish, uncooperative, and a bit annoying, and I guess that doesn't make them come off very well. But like, in spite of that or maybe partially because of it, I am really fond of these guys, and I'd like to take some time talking them up to you.

One can examine how these guys act and conclude that they are a bunch of dysfunctional screw-ups. And they absolutely are that, don't get me wrong. But one should keep in mind: the majority of the time they are in the spotlight, they are in an extreme, tense, and frighteningly uncertain situation. It's easy to forget how stressful these situations are because the books as a whole really like to gloss over the more frightening kind of subjects on account of being written for young readers. You can't really go deep into themes of abuse, trauma, and depression in a story like that without tripping over some kind of censor on the way, but the implications are there, between the lines for you to find.

Understanding the group

Who are the false dragonets of destiny? They are posited as a mirror image of the true dragonets of destiny, who have all been extensively schooled in matters of education and martial prowess. The first thing we see THIS group do on page is brawl, so one may think they must be trained and capable fighters. Viper and Flame constantly throw around death threats and aggressive quips, so one may think they are hyper-violent and dangerous. They are neither. Nautilus admits the Talons haven't bothered training them at all, they haven't seen real combat, they've likely been deliberately kept away from the war as a whole. Flame doesn't even know how to use his fire breath correctly. Starflight, who is by far the least physically adept of the arc 1 protagonists, is able to outpace them even as four of them team up against him.

They are neither killers nor a crack team of badasses, rather they are a bunch of play-fighting, posing delinquents who talk a big game with little in terms of actual skill to back it up. Realizing this is key to understanding just how out of their depth and ill-equipped they are to handle anything that gets thrown at them on the Nightwing homeland, especially past the negotiations at the Skywing outpost.

Abduction and imprisonment

When Starflight first finds them, they have been on the Nightwing Isle for a good while, and they are suitably bristly because of it.

Look at this situation from their perspective. These guys have known nothing other than their semi-peaceful life in the Talon camp. Then the leader of that camp, Nautilus--a figure they all know and trust, essentially sells them to a frightening stranger, who looms over them and is so physically large he could crush each of them easily. This stranger pulls them away from their home without even giving them a chance to say goodbye to their relatives (I'm convinced Avalanche would not have let Morrowseer take her son if there was a chance to intervene, so Flame must have already been gone when she found out).

A contingent of Nightwing awaits them, blindfolds them so they don't know where the entrance to the Nightwing home is. They pass through a kind of eldritch tunnel that pulls at their souls. When they are finally allowed to see again, they find themselves trapped on an island where there is no sunlight and every breath hurts as the air is thick with ash.

The Nightwings won't let them leave, in fact they don't know if they will ever be able to leave again. Nobody tells them what's going on, what they are meant to do, or what the plan is. They are left confined in some room with nothing to do, and they (sans Fatespeaker) can't go outside without being arrested. Food is brought very infrequently, and usually inedible, so they haven't eaten since they were forced to leave home. They don't know where they are, nor where their parents are, nor if their parents know where THEY are. They are completely cut off from anywhere, isolated, trapped in this little slice of hell with no means to escape and little hope to acquire any soon.

I think if I was in a situation like that, I would be pretty cranky too. More than that, I would be scared out of my wits, and I believe that they are as well. If you look at their actions through a lens of them being frightened, their irritating quirks suddenly become very relatable. Viper is coping by throwing out threats and making herself seem bigger and scarier than the thing trapping her. Flame makes offensive jokes about killing Fatespeaker because making light of the situation helps him keep his wits together. Ochre is hard to read, but I think he's just tuning everything out. Squid is convinced that his father--who is the most important and smart dragon in all of Pyrrhia--has made the correct choice and knows what's best for all of them. And Fatespeaker is in complete denial, choosing to trust an inaccurate vision of the future while ignoring all the red flags that don't fit into it.

I think it's interesting that you can read this as all of them having a different strategy to cope with the uncertain and frightening situation they're trapped in. That's part of why I like them; they're very flawed and make interesting decisions.

Trauma and Empathy

You can look at someone like Squid and see his surface traits: He is annoying, he whines and complains constantly, he brags about who his father is, and he seems completely incapable of doing anything useful. If this guy was in any other story, I would probably dislike him. But Squid has the benefit of being a whiny dweeb in a situation where it is very appropriate to whine and be scared. He has a scene where he makes a somewhat goofy speech at Morrowseer where he calls him stupid and wants to go home, and is subsequently exiled. It's a bit silly in execution, but for me it did succeed in making me feel bad for Squid as he desperately and pathetically pleads for Morrowseer not to send him to his death.

But then you can read beyond the lines a little and view the scene in the full context that isn't really dwelt on. Here, you've got Squid, who is inept even among his peers, sheltered and doted on by his father, whom he has never been away from for any real amount of time until now. This guy, who probably can't even feed himself (otherwise he might have been able to catch fish in the waters around the island), keeps telling himself that his father has a plan, that all of this, even the questionable stuff, is happening for a reason. He hasn't eaten in weeks and he's been the punching bag for everyone else's frustrations (because Fatespeaker is not around enough, hanging out with Starflight). Now he has been chased halfway across the world, forced to cross the ocean while tired and starving, to be told he has to talk to a bunch of violent strangers who hate his kind and want to kill him. He tries to hide but is grabbed by the throat and held in the air by a soldier twice his size. This is likely the first time his life has ever been threatened that directly and with genuine intent.

The strange new Nightwing who was sent with them somehow manages to deescalate the situation enough to save him, but then, without warning, more dragons burst into the room. Suddenly everything is on fire, including the soldiers who just a moment ago threatened him. He is close enough to them to watch their forms twist and writhe in agony as they slowly burn to death.

As he is made to watch this horrifying spectacle, all the feelings he repressed by reminding himself of the faith he has in his father come flooding back in at once. It becomes too much for him to bear, and he breaks. He starts crying and verbally lashes out at their abuser for the horrid conditions they have been placed in and demands--half asserting and half pleading--to be allowed to go home. This isn't really whining anymore, this is a full-scale mental breakdown, rendered to be simple and digestible to a young audience. Imagine how harrowing this scene could have been if it wasn't filtered through a child-friendly narrative.

Closing thoughts

There is a scene some time after that I found kind of poignant. At one point, Starflight looks out and he sees Flame just standing out there, silently staring into the distance. There's maybe one line dedicated to it, and when you read the book normally, you don't really dwell on it since it's so nondescript. But this scene happens shortly after the visit to the remote outpost. The soldiers that burned to death in there were all Skywings. Skywings like himself, and like his mother, who also was a soldier before she joined the Talons. Whenever I picture him standing there, I imagine he is reliving that moment, hearing the dying screams of his kinsmen. I think he will be hearing them forever.

So in conclusion: The reason why I like the alternate dragonets so much is because of the enormous, untapped potential they possess as characters, and how deep some of them run if you take some time to look at them. I feel like all of them have a story to tell, and it's a bit of a shame that Sutherland likely won't come around to telling any of them. If I had infinite time, money, and energy, I would love to make many more comics about them, as they are an interesting lot.

Especially Flame's story I feel is such a heartbreaking tragedy, and thinking about the way it ended saddens me. He's one of my six all-time favorite characters in the series, I wish he could have gone out in a happier, healthier way.

[fashionteahouse]

out of your league - paul x reader

AN: twenty five parts have been receiving sm love and support 🥲 hugs and kisses to you all ! you guys are amazing 💜

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Paul’s father eventually had to go to work, making him have to leave. He didn’t want to. A visitor leaving brought a visitor to enter.

Bella was so pissed at you when she came to the hospital. So pissed, it wasn’t even funny. She didn’t even look at you.

She stared at the baby in Jacob’s arms.

“Can I hold them?” she asked plainly but softly with her fists clenched.

“Of course.” you say quietly.

She washed her hands quickly and she held them. She stared at them. She gently rocked them as she whispered, “They’re so beautiful.”

“Thanks.” you and Paul say.

She goes and sits down as she continues to hold them. She stared at them as she shook her head slowly.

You see Paul jerk his head at Jacob near the door. It now was just you, Bella, and the secret.

The room was silent before she finally spoke.

“Why did you do this? I thought I meant more to you than this.”

She gave you the heated stare. She was gentle with her hands, gentle with the newborn, but her eyes weren’t.

“You do-“ you start.

“I clearly don’t.” she snapped quietly, she was hurt.

“I wasn’t ready to acknowledge it to myself, let alone to other people.” you say honestly.

“And you know what? You still could’ve said something to us. If not to Jake, what about me, at least?” she demanded shaking her head.

“I know sorry won’t cut it, but you’re more than happy to be around.”

“Yeah. After the fact.” she muttered with a snort, “Who all knows? You, Paul and the universe?”

“No…His father as well.”

She doesn’t say anything. Her face made up for her words. You held your breath because you thought she was going to cry.

After some time, she left with Jacob. She didn’t say goodbye. She wasn’t over it. Jacob wasn’t over it as well but, he told you he would see you later.

The small infant was finally introduced to their home. To their room.

Your favorite part was the smell. The baby smelled so good. It’s what you and Paul gushed over whenever you both took turns holding them.

“It’s like baby powder.” you say as you sniff them.

“But…like better.” Paul says as he sniffs them.

Small eyes were closed and fast asleep while you had taken full advantage.

Even though yourself were tired and your brain begged you to sleep as well, you still worked on your art.

Paul came home after patrol, you both ate dinner as you held the child with pumped breast milk in the bottle.

“You can’t hide out, Y/N.”

“I just don’t want to see anyone right now.” you say quietly.

He sighed. Not an annoyed sigh, but he didn’t want you to think that way. He had to constantly hear people asking him to bring you around, only for you to refuse. They knew for a fact that you were out of the hospital.

“You’re going to have to see them eventually.”

“When the time comes, I will.” you whisper.

“Take it from someone who pisses people off on the daily. Just talk to them. Isn’t no use in being scared.” he says with a shrug.

You think as you burp your infant.

“Nope..No thinking. Just talk to them.” he says.

He goes to take them.

You snort before laughing and he rolled his eyes at your laughter but he couldn’t help but smile.

You get up and grab something and help him wipe off the spit up that was gifted to his bare chest.

With closed eyes, you whispered his name as he kissed you farewell. He had to leave for patrol in the morning. You finally had gotten the baby to sleep after staying up with them through the night.

Finishing changing their pamper you open the door after hearing a loud knock and widened your eyes at the figure.

“Hey.” you say slowly. Your heart pounded out of your chest.

Sam doesn’t say anything. He comes in without being invited in and uncrossed his arms.

“What the hell, Y/N?”

You look down.

“You know that when Emily delivered her baby, she kept asking for you. Only for you to pull this.”

You look back up at him.

“Sam. Behind the scenes, it wasn’t easy for me to just be happy automatically-“

“You think Emily was jumping up for joy instead of being petrified that Leah would find out? She eventually didn’t hide it anymore. She couldn’t hide it. You however, had nothing to even worry about and you didn’t even tell us that you were expecting or that a child even entered this world.”

You look down again.

“Why would you do that?” he demanded.

“I don’t know I….It was a really hard time for me..Bringing other people in would’ve made me feel worse” you stammer.

He shakes his head with such ridicule, “It would’ve made you feel better. I had an idea when I caught a whiff of you. You’re not marked by Paul and you smelled so strongly of him….Is that why you didn’t come around after that day?”

You nod.

“Unbelievable, Y/N…You pissed everyone off. We all wanted to be there. We wanted to be there for you.”

“Do…Do you want to see them?” you whisper.

That’s when his face softened. He nodded. After he washed his hands, he stared down in the crib at the squirming infant in awe.

“Do you think…They will phase?” you ask as you watch him sit in the rocking chair with the baby.

“It’s hard to say now. Only time will tell.”

You nod.

“Emily didn’t finish wedding planning. Take a guess why.”

“She shouldn’t have done that for me.”

“But, why would you not think she would do that in the first place? As close as you are with everyone, it’s like you didn’t care about hiding things.”

You look down as you concentrated on the creaking of the rocking chair.

“I really came over, because Old Quil wants to see you.”

Your jaw dropped as you stared at him.

“I will watch the child.”

“You mother-….Fine.” you mutter. You leave out as Sam displayed an amused smile.

Sitting on Old Quil’s couch, he tapped his finger on the arm of the chair.

The eyes weren’t friendly but you took it because you felt that you deserved it.

“I could understand the wedding part….The baby part…That’s where you lost me.”

His eyes narrowed and his lips were in a thin line.

“I’m sorry, Old Quil…”

“It felt like a big fuck you to everyone.”

You dropped your jaw as you never heard him drop the f-bomb but you shut it as you then explain, scooting up on the couch as you say, “It wasn’t like that….I freaked out when I found out I was pregnant.”

“I’m not taking that as an excuse. You stopped seeing everyone, stopped talking to everyone. You completely shut us out. We’ve never did anything like that to you. We accepted you with open arms. That hurt.”

“I’ll bring them around…” you say in acceptance. You had to face what you did.

“Don’t pacify me. You didn’t even come witness Emily giving birth. She didn’t ask for anyone else other than you. She hasn’t seen her own mother in god knows how long but your name kept falling from her lips.”

You wring your hands as you swallowed.

“I can’t even fault Paul. It was your idea to hide it in the first place.”

“It was.” you admit.

“If people don’t forgive you, you can’t be upset with them or blame them.”

You nod in understanding.

“Are you ashamed of Paul?”

Your heart stopped.

“Old Quil.” you warn with a glare. He only blinked.

You scoff as you sat back in his couch, “No. I’m not ashamed of him. That’s not why I hid it from everyone.”

“I knew. The entire time. I was waiting on you to tell me. Months went by. Nothing. Not a word.”

“How? How did you know?”

“I know everything that goes in my tribe. I’m not a shaman for nothing.”

“I’ll bring them over. They need to get to know you. I did a horrible job showing it, but you mean a lot to me.” you say quietly.

“Do better, Y/N.”

You would give him that. It’s the least you can do.

You stop in your tracks when you came out of Old Quil’s home.

The short haired girl looked like she saw you rise from the dead. She stalked towards you. Angry.

Leah shoved you. Hard.

“Leah?” Seth asks in panic.

You continue to walk towards her, despite Seth trying to take your arm to hold you back.

“Leah, I’m sorry.”

She shoved you again. Seth made sure you didn’t fall.

“Do I have a sign on my head to remind everyone to fuck me over? Do I?” she demanded.

“No…You don’t. I was afraid to tell anyone.” you whisper.

“You just thought about your fucking self.” she roared with a finger thrusting in your face.

You look down.

“Is that how you think of us? That you have to do everything in secrecy?”

You shake your head, “No.”

“Come on, Lee. Let’s just walk while we talk.” Seth pleaded to his sister.

You all three walk, you in the middle.

“I’m not mad at my mother. She can’t run her mouth about her patients but come on, Y/N.”

The soft wind blew as you nod.

“I’m sorry…I was…Thinking about getting rid of it.” you whisper. You then shrug, “I was scared. I know next to nothing about raising children.”

“Maybe you would have an idea if you said something…” Seth adds in quietly. The kid was hurt. It made you feel horrible.

“I would’ve much rather been around for your birth instead of Emily’s. It’s just been an uncomfortable experience these past months.”

“Shit….I can’t say how sorry I am. I was so selfish.” you whisper.

“Yeah.” both Leah and Seth say.

“So, where are they? When can we see them?” Seth asks excitedly.

“At home. Sam’s watching them. I can kick him out really quick.” you say as you look at Leah.

“No…I want to see them.” Leah says and she’s already walking in the direction of your home.

Sam and Leah didn’t speak to each other as he left out. It would’ve been awkward had the child had not been in Seth’s arms. That’s what Leah paid attention to instead of the man that was currently leaving your home.

“They’re so cute.” Seth gushed.

“And so little.” Leah cooed.

“I’m definitely going to be the favorite uncle. I’m going to teach you so much!” Seth breathlessly say.

After they left, you invited Bella over.

Bella gave you the silent treatment as she cooed at your child.

After making lunch, you both ate as she finally speaks.

“I wonder what else you hid from me.”

You lean back in your chair.

“We got married.”

“When?”

“Back when I first found out.” you admit quietly.

“Wow…” she says quietly with a shake of her head as you saw her becoming angry all over again.

Nothing was said. You were looking at the small and sleeping figure before she spoke again. The tension settled in the room.

“What’s the point in being your friend if you’re just going to hide your entire life from me?” she choked up. You look up. Tears started to spill.

She moved to put them down in the bassinet.

You hug her but she doesn’t hug you back. You didn’t care. You felt horrible for what you did.

“It was just an elopement. I still planned and still is planning for a public wedding. I swear.”

“That’s not the point! I would have never done anything like that to you and you know it.” she says as she holds both of your arms.

“I know..I’m sorry. You don’t have to forgive me. What I did was messed up.”

“So messed up! I would’ve loved to experience that with you. I wanted to be a witness to that. I would’ve love to be included…How you went about this entire situation was just plain wrong.” she says in frustration.

“I wish I could take it back…I would take it back in a drop of a dime.”

“You’re my best friend Y/N.” she says sadly.

Your heart lurched with happiness to hear her say that. But, you felt bad because you did what you did.

“You’re my best friend too. I was just scared. I didn’t even know if I wanted to keep it. Next thing I know….I’m pushing out a human being.” you say as you sat down.

“If you were scared, you could’ve came to me…If you didn’t want me to say anything, I would’ve done that….You didn’t even give me a chance.”

“I didn’t…..Each day….I’ll do what I can to make it right.”

She turns and continued to look down at the small child.

They next day, you sat on the edge of the bed fully dressed as you kept turning on and off your phone.

“What are you doing?” Paul chuckled.

“I was going to call Emily….Im too chicken.” you say as you put your phone to the side.

“Just go over there.”

“I can’t…” you whisper.

“You can…And you will.” he replied.

“Just talk to her, Y/N.” he says softly. He gives you a kiss of encouragement.

You nod.

You walked instead of driving.

Emily didn’t look up when you entered her warm home.

“Hi.”

“Hi, Y/N.” she says quietly.

The silence was deafening as you move to sit at the table. She was fiddling with her ring.

“Don’t worry. I held off the wedding.”

You look down.

“I heard…Sam told me.” you whisper.

More silence transpired. You noticed that Claire wasn’t there.

“No babysitting duty?” you try to lighten up the environment.

She lay her hands flat on the table and just stared, “We would’ve been pregnant together. I would’ve loved that bond for us….It feels stolen away.”

You look down in deep disappointment.

Regret was filling every ounce of your body and it felt like an uncomfortable costume.

“I wish I could go back in time and do things differently. I would do it in a heartbeat….I was a coward.” you say.

“I just don’t get it. Before anybody, before any of the imprints, I met you. I didn’t meet Kim, or Bella, or Angela….Did any of those times mattered? We’ve been through so much but yet, we couldn’t go through something happy together?”

“I was selfish.”

The door opens and Jared freezes and Kim bumps into his back. She gives him an annoyed look before taking a peak at you.

You felt really uncomfortable. Leaning forward with your arms crossed in your chair, you clench your jaw as you focused on ignoring one person you didn’t feel like seeing.

You shift in your chair.

“So, I take running and hiding didn’t work.” Kim says bitterly but Jared overtalks her with, “You alright, Y/N?”

“Yeah.” you say quietly as you look at him and you shift to face him in your chair to show how sorry you are.

“Jared. Im so sorry that I didn’t include all of you….”

“I would be mad…But, I was thinking…Dealing with Paul, there’s more childbirths for us to catch up on.” Jared replied with a childish tone.

You get up and playfully smack him in his shoulder as he laughs.

He swings an arm around you, “Seriously, what were you thinking?”

“This is a new like….moment in my life. I have no excuse but I genuinely freaked out about taking the news when I should’ve did things differently.”

“How is parenthood? Paradise?” He asked.

You felt a slow burn of a smile stretch across your face. You shrug a little, “It’s alright”.

“Yeah. Definitely more babies.” he teased and you shove him playfully as Sam enters.

Emily greets him but her face doesn’t brighten up after his kiss.

“So, were you ashamed to have a baby by Paul? Is that why you hid everything?” Kim asks. Her arms were crossed and she sat in her chair.

“She wasn’t ashamed. She was probably scared. Right, Y/N?” Jared says. You nod at his claim as you sit back down.

“She wasn’t scared when it was time to lay down on her back.” She retorted.

You scoot your chair back and rise but Sam placed two hands on your shoulders and pushed his arms down to make you sit again.

“Kim, quit it. Things are lightening up. We don’t need you ruining it with your mouth.” Sam says.

“I just don’t get it. If I had a pregnancy with Jared, the world and planet would know. I thought you loved Paul? You only hide things when you’re ashamed. I would know that.”

“Yeah…Just like how the world and the planet know that you were blaming Jared and giving him hell for not being able to leave for college when you were the one who accepted the imprint in the first place. Learn your place Kim.”

“Oh really? Well, I can say this. At least I didn’t smoke weed with a child in my stomach. Some mother you are.”

“Kim would you just-“ Jared started but you’re too fired up to let him finish his sentence.

“I didn’t even know I was expecting when I did it. You’re such an asshole and for what?”

“You’re so careless now. You’ve never been this careless.” she fired back with.

“You’re so weird. You know that?” you grit at her.

Sam holds up a hand, “Alright, you two. That’s enough.”

Kim rolled her eyes with a huff.

You rub your forehead with a sigh. You came to make things work, not to fight with someone who wasn’t all that important.

Emily gets up from the table and gestures for you to follow her. You do so.

In the dark room, the child lies in their crib, sound asleep.

A perfect combination of Sam and Emily. So precious.

A wobbly smile graced your lips, “I’m so sorry, Emily….You needed me and I wasn’t there….I wish I could take it back. I would do it in a heartbeat.” you whisper at the sleeping figure.

You felt her hug you.

“I mean it, Y/N. No more secrets.” she stressed.

You nod enthusiastically.

“I promise.” you say to her and hug her back tightly.

Paul’s father made dinner as you burped your infant.

“You know, I’m hurt you two haven’t asked me to watch the little kiddo yet.”

“You’re more than welcome. We know how busy you are with work.” you say.

He waved that off, “I work to keep my mind occupied. Even on days I don’t have to.”

You chuckle a bit.

“Do you want to watch them?” Paul asks boldly.

You look at Paul as he was waiting for his father’s answer.

His father grinned and nods enthusiastically.

“It’s late so, you mean keep them overnight?” he asked. Paul nods with a smile.

“Wait, wait. Overnight?” you ask.

“They’ll be fine. He raised me.” Paul says as he watched you stare down at the small child.

“He knows what to do, Y/N.” he continued.

“Yeah. Didn’t change all of Paul’s stinky diapers for nothing.” his father backed up.

You were hesitant.

“Come on, babe. It’s just for one night.” Paul says.

“Um…Okay…” you say as you continued to stare at your child.

You hear Paul get up, “I’ll take the bag and put more stuff in it. I’ll be right back.”

“Okay.” you say quietly.

He left out the front door to make his way to the home you two shared.

As he was gone, his father seemed very excited.

“First night with the grandchild.”

You couldn’t help but smile.

He cooed to the child as he held them while you cleaned up since he had the duty of cooking.

Paul came back and his father was excited.

You stalled to stay in his house longer. Paul noticed.

“Come, on. We can finally get a break.” he says to you and makes his way towards the door.

“Just one last kiss.” you say and nuzzle your nose on their small cheek. Their cheek twitched. You smile.

“Thanks dad.” Paul says and his father tells him that it’s no problem.

“Free time. What to do, what to do?” you grin as you entered the home.

Paul doesn’t say anything until he has a soft but firm hold on the nape of your neck.

“We should go to bed.” he says in a deep tone.

“O-okay.” you replied as he placed a lingered kiss on your neck.

The kiss was sweet. It made you almost faint. You both took each other’s time to let your mouths to get to know each other.

His hot skin felt delicious as it was pressed against yours. His hands touched on you as if he owned you and you loved it.

His kiss was sensual as he cupped your sex before eventually dipping his finger in your warm wetness. Your breath was shaky but it felt very good as he collected the wetness to circle it around your nub.

You trembled slightly as he hovered over, placing open mouth kisses down your body until he attached his mouth to your mound.

You shook so much, you thought you would never come out of such spell.

Your legs squeezed his head as you jolted. You could remember the exact numbers of how many times you came, but it made you incoherent.

So incoherent, you barely noticed the fact that you were on your stomach as he thrusted in and out of you. He whispered how much he loved you in your ear. He gave you wet kisses in your ear that made you be on the edge once again.

His thrusts became longer and deeper. It made you lose your breath as you could hear the sound of skin connecting in the bedroom you two shared. His moans in your ear made you squeeze your eyes shut in pleasure as you grip his wrist that was clenched in the sheets, next to your face.

He sucked on your neck, you saw a gazillion stars and you were breathless. You didn’t know what was happening, it almost scared you. His thrusts were so deep that you couldn’t move.

You blink awake as you felt very warm. Very warm on the inside.

Paul’s deep breaths as he slept gave you goosebumps as he breathed out on your cheek. His heavy body was mushed against yours but it was the most comfortable that you have ever been.

You didn’t know how to explain it. Your eyes looked more alive, more vibrant. You looked content and happy as if you already wasn’t. You looked loved. The person in the mirror didn’t look so unsure.

It was red. It was huge. It stuck out like a sore thumb. But, it brought you deep excitement. You traced the mark with your finger and goosebumps followed, it was enough to make you inhale sharply due to the intense energy that followed.

When you touched it, it sent a slight buzz to your core. But you look down in the mirror. Another one. On your hip bone. You traced it and had to hold onto the sink by how breathless it made you. You rubbed the mark on your neck as you could feel Paul near.

He lured you into the shower as soon as he entered.

“You two look well rested. I’m glad I took them on.” His father says as he hands you the diaper bag. You take it.

His father gives you a warm smile as you look down shyly. He saw it.

“Yeah…We needed it.” Paul says. His voice was light. Calm.

As Paul strapped the baby in the car, his father pulled you to the side.

“Is that…A wolf thing?”

You nod.

“It doesn’t hurt.”

“That’s good…Marking…I heard about it when I heard the legends.” he says quietly. He then gives you a hug.

“Are you okay?” Paul asks as he fed the child their bottle. He sat in the rocking chair, softly rocking back and forth. The baby stared up at their father in awe as their cheeks were full of milk as they swallowed their food.

“Yeah….I feel on top of the world, Paul.” you say quietly and it was dopey grin.

“Me too. I feel complete.” he says with contentment and you nod as you could say the same.

“Did you feel it? When I did it?” Paul asks you in the rocking chair.

You shake your head.

“It just felt like……An orgasm that…Was choking me. Like it was smothering me.” you had goosebumps just by thinking about. You’ve never experienced anything like it, you were convinced it was very unique.

He nods and breathed out a sigh of relief.

“Please don’t hide this…It means a lot to me and my wolf. Own it, Y/N.” he says to you. The look in his eyes made you almost sad. His eyes lingered on the mark.

You shake your head. Your heart felt broken at the fact of hiding such thing. You wanted to broadcast it to the entire wold.

“Never. I’m honored. That your wolf picked me….I love you so much. I love our child that we brought to this Earth so much. I love your wolf very much.”

He smiled at you and it was contagious as you matched it.

You gave Bella a careful hug. She noticed.

“What’s wrong?”

“I have to tell you something.” you whisper to Bella.

“Okay.” she says cautiously. She didn’t know what to expect. She honestly thought you were pregnant again.

“Don’t freak out.” you whisper.

“I’m not.” Bella says but keeps her eyes on you.

“Bella, I’m serious.” you say.

“I won’t. Y/N, I won’t. I swear.” she says quietly.

She held her breath as you then slowly take off your hoodie. She takes in a sharp inhale as she whispered your name.

“W-when did it happen?” she stammered out.

“Last night.” you whisper.

She kept staring at it.

“Wait.” you say.

You slowly tug down the side of your sweatpants and underwear and show her the exposed skin on your hip.

“Jesus.” she whispered and leans to get a closer look, “Two?!”

“You’re the only one who knows.” you say with your eyes filled with worry as you fix your pants back.

“I’m not judging it’s just….Wow. Do you feel okay?” she blinked.

“I do. I feel more than okay. The thing is….They pulsate, especially when he’s near and it’s…” you shake your head, “It takes time to get used to.”

“Like…What do you mean?” she asks, trying to bring more clarity to the situation.

You keep your hand on the mark on your neck, “It feels great when I touch it. But when he comes around…Him touching it feels like an instant orgasm…It’s hard to explain but I feel so weak when he touches it. But a good type of weak.��

You felt shaky just thinking about it. It had such strong effect.

“But..It doesn’t hurt…Right?”

“No, not at all,” you say quietly as you look down, “I now know why Emily didn’t want me to touch hers…I don’t want anyone other than Paul to touch mine.”

“So…Is it true? As long as Paul shifts…You don’t change in age?”

“That’s what Old Quil said at the bonfire when I first heard about it…I mean, it’s definitely going to happen to you. You’re dating the soon to be Alpha.”

Her face flushed a deep red.

“Yeah but..Will it hurt when he bite me? I don’t know about having…Two.”

“You’ll barely feel it. It’s probably why it happens while we’re both climaxing.”

She continued to stare at the one on your lower neck. It was huge.

“Well…As long as you’re happy.” she says. She meant it.

You sit back down.

“I’m glad you told me.” she whispers.

“You think I should…Tell the others? You’re the only person who knows.”

She thinks for a moment.

“Yeah. Emily eventually let us see hers.”

With that, you two walked to Emily’s from the beach.

Emily loved having you in the kitchen. She sighed in contentment as you helped her and her baby blinked at the world in their eyes as Embry and Jared took turns baby talking to them.

They were occupied so that meant that you two could cook without them trying to sneak food.

“Y/N, you’re making me hot by looking at you. Take your hoodie off.” Emily chuckled.

You were hesitant but Bella gives you a silent but encouraging look.

“Okay.” you finally say. She watched you take it off. You then smile at her as you show her what was on your neck.

Emily gave you a watery smile. She hugged you tight and you shifted your body to where she couldn’t touch it.

“What’s with the hugging?”

“Oh, it’s you.” you rolled your eyes as you heard the voice.

You move back to grab your hoodie.

Kim’s eyes widened with a gasp. She pointed without shame.

“You really let him do that to you? What’s wrong with your head?”

“Kim. Leave her alone.” Bella speaks up.

“She’s grown. She doesn’t need her new bestie to speak for her.” Kim retorted.

“Oh my gosh. It’s like you’re jealous or something.” you chuckled. You then move to go outside. The house was too cramped all of a sudden.

“Jealous of what? You’re already locked down with an entire baby. By Paul. Now, you let his animal mutilate you.”

“Watch it.” you grit as you turned around to face her. You were obviously annoyed at the fact that she followed you.

“Or what? Fight me again? You get so mad when I point out the truths but say what you want. Before this life, before any of these people, I knew you longer than everyone in this room.”

“Knew. You don’t know me now. It’s quite sad. That’s the only thing you hang on to.”

“You wanna know what’s sad? You had a baby with a troubled whore who only married you to save face before you started showing. You would’ve still been engaged to a promise.”

You shove her.

“Not true.” you say.

She shoved you back.

“True. He spent the last of his chump change to get you that ring. Maybe you should ask him how he got money to get it. He has no job. He has no income. He shifts majority of the 24hour day. Was he slinging dick for coins?”

You slap her.

“You’re such a bitch!”

She holds her cheek with a point, “Keep your fucking hands to yourself. I never see any of this anger directed towards him, Y/N!”

“You say out of pocket shit and expect me to let it slide, Kim! He’s my imprint and he can’t cheat. If he tried to, I would feel and know it automatically. Why am I even explaining this to you? You literally have one.”

“I’ll say something out of pocket. You’re taking care of a grown ass man. Now, a child. Have fun stroking that paint brush for a very long time. You just set yourself up to be his paypig not his lover…”

“Stay out of my business. I don’t go rummaging through yours.”

“My business doesn’t include bestiality.” she spat.

You tackle her.

You almost tried to kill her, your fist cranked back and repeatedly cracked her face. You were zoned out. Your feelings were hurt. She insulted Paul. The father of your kid. She insulted your relationship with him. She didn’t understand you two. But, you did.

“Whoa! Y/N!”

You continue, not focusing on whose voice it was. Your fist couldn’t stop. It was as if it had a kind of their own. Each crack gave you satisfaction. You didn’t care about the blood that splattered on your fist, your shirt or the specks that flew up on your face.

“Y/N. Stop.”

It was the voice of Sam.

Your fist was in the air as you look down at Kim’s battered face. You couldn’t move.

Hands were then wrapped around your waist but you tried to fight against it. Moving forward to attack her again but you’re led away.

You couldn’t move. It was Embry that had you in such tight grip.

You were shaking. You couldn’t believe you hauled off like that. It was as if you blacked out.

“I’m okay, Embry. I’m not going to touch her.” you say to him calmly. He was hesitant but he let you go. He still made sure to keep his body in front of you. You have a seat on Emily’s porch as you watch her pick her body up from the ground.

You give a questioning look to Sam. He only stared at you with his arms crossed.

Kim tries to make her way towards you but Bella turns from your side. Bella pushed her with one powerful push off of instinct.

“Stay back.” she says sternly.

“Don’t fucking push me.” Kim yells in Bella’s direction, taking threatening steps towards her.

“Don’t touch her.” you and Bella say threatening Kim, coming to each other’s defense.

You both pause and look at each other, noticing you both said the same thing at the same time.

Jared comes and steers Kim away. He gives you an apologetic look as he heard everything that Kim had said.

Bella shifted on her feet.

“Are you alright?”

You nod.

“Come on, Y/N.” she says quietly and tugged on your arm. Your hands shook as you looked down at the bloody mess. You’ve never been that angry before. It frightened you in a way as your adrenaline was trying to simmer down.

Bella flicked on the bathroom light and shut the door. You let the water run over the knuckles that were bloody. The reddish water turned pink as it continued to be swallowed by the drain.

A hard knock was made.

“We need a minute!” Bella says through the door.

A knock was made again. Bella huffed and opened the door.

“Y/N.”

You’re already at the door.

Angela looked at you worried. You were shocked that she hugged you.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah..But, her face….I went too far.”

Angela gives Bella a look that didn’t go unnoticed from you.

“Let’s go take a walk to the beach.” she suggested and links her arm with yours.

Sitting on the rocks, you all three watched the waves.

“l don’t know what happened…I couldn’t stop.” you whisper.

“She said some mean things. It would be hard if someone came at Embry like that too….Was it always this bad between you two?” Angela asks.

You shake your head.

“She used to be my best friend since children….Now….I barely know her anymore…It all started when I started seeing Paul. Even before he phased…”

“While you were away….She talked a lot of..”

“Shit?” you finish.

Angela sheepishly chuckled before nodding, “It was unfair. You weren’t there to defend yourself.”

“She made Paul seem like an ultimate villain…Like, he was the one keeping you away. If it wasn’t for me talking to him, who knows what I would’ve thought. He told me you were just buried with work…I didn’t like what she said about him just because you’re the breadwinner. There’s nothing wrong with what you two have got going on.” Bella says.

“In a way, I did just knock out my work. It’s just that I had an extra witness…I do feel horrible that I didn’t let you guys be apart of something so tender.” you say sincerely.

“We would appreciate it if you didn’t treat us so much like outsiders.” Bella says and Angela couldn’t help but nod in agreement.

“I promise…”

They took your word.

Angela and Bella kept you busy with conversation as you all went back to Emily’s. You were thankful that Kim was gone.

Emily let you hold her baby. It looked at up you with curiosity. You were glad they didn’t think you were a threat. You didn’t want to be violent but you were pushed to the edge.

You started to rub your neck a bit and you hear laughter. You look over to see Jacob and Paul roughhousing each other. Jacob pushed Paul before they came inside of the home.

Paul was happy to see you.

He sits down next to you and you ask where your child was.

“They’re with my dad, don’t worry.” he says quietly to you.

He kept a close he on you. He felt the anxiety, the tad bit of unsettling in your soul.

He decided to get it out of you once you two got home.

The baby was already asleep in your arms but you continued rocking in the rocking chair. You kept your nose near them. Their smell soothed you.

Paul peaked his head in the child’s bedroom.

He scooped the child out of your arms, lay his cheek on theirs and sniffing them before laying them gently in their crib.

You continued to rock and stared at a spot on the floor.

“You coming?” he whispered.

“Not now.” you whisper.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. I’m trying to decompress.” you say.

“Let’s decompress together.” he says.

“….I’m in my feels right now. I just want to let it pass.” you say quietly.

“Y/N…Come out. Let’s talk about it”.

“Paul…Leave it.” you say tiredly. You don’t even look at him.

“Alright…I give you five minutes. If you’re not out of here, I’ll carry you out.”

“Deal.”

He takes his time to leave.

“So what was it?” he asked when you finally join him in the living room.

“Self doubt. Nothing new.” you say as you fiddled with your fingers as you sat on the couch, with a shrug trying not to remember what really happened. You shoved it down in your memory cabinet.

He tapped your forehead gently with his finger, “You and that head.”

“Yeah, yeah.” you say as you cracked a soft grin.

“So are you really going to tell me the truth?”

“Truth about what?”

He playfully rolled his eyes.

“Okay…You got into with Kim. That’s why you’re in your feels.”

You go quiet.

“Y/N..It’s okay. You don’t have to keep your feelings from me. You forget whatever you feel, I feel. Vice versa.”

“It’s irrelevant. She only reminded me why we’re not friends anymore. She’s a pocket watching son of a bitch.”

“Don’t waste your time on her. Don’t give her the satisfaction of seeing you upset. Just brush that shit off. Every time you react, she wins.”

You look down and nod.

He wetly kissed your cheek and you look at him with a smile.

He takes your hand and you’re caught off guard thinking he’s taking you to the bedroom, only to be led to the backyard.

He shoved his shorts down with a mischievous smile. You couldn’t help but smile and take off any clothing that you had on as well, you knew what he had in mind.

You both run and jump into the pool. You both come up with a belly laugh as you swam to each other.

Paul showed off tricks as he jumped in the pool. You both splashed at each other, making the most out of the backyard pool.

As he laughed at your failed attempt to flip into the pool like him, his face abruptly went serious.

“Shit.” he whispered and you follow him out of the pool.

“What’s wrong, Paul?”

“The baby’s crying.” he just simply says and you hurriedly pick up his shorts off of the ground as he went back in the house in a rush.

“I don’t know how you get them down so quick.” you whisper as you both watch the tiny baby slowly breathe in and out.

Paul stroked their cheek with a delicate finger, “Because I’m the best.”

“Oh, I’m in deep trouble if they inherit your cockiness.” you groan.

He gives you a brilliant smile.

Emily walked in the door with Claire.

“This is your house?” Claire asks excitedly. You nod with a smile.

“Where’s the baby?” she asks again but louder. You shush her gently.

“The baby is sleeping.” you whisper. She nods and tugs on your hand, “I want to see.” she says in a hushed voice.

You take her hand and creep into the room. The baby is on their back sleeping in their crib. You pick Claire up and let her see over the crib.

“So cute.” she squealed. You put her down after the baby starts to squirm.

“Claire. The baby is sleeping. You have to use your inside voice.” Emily whispers as she gently chastised her.

You stick the pacifier in their mouth and they rapidly suck on it before calming down their squirms.

“Come on, I want to show you something else.” you whisper to Claire. She takes your hand and you lead her to your art room.

She gasps in joy.

“All for you.” you smile.

She stared down at the picture with a big smile. Her favorite cartoon character was painted on a canvas and stared back at her.

“What do you say, Claire?” Emily says with a smile.

“Thank you.” she says shyly but she was still excited and couldn’t stop staring at it.

You stretch. Paul watched.

“You haven’t made art in a while…”

“It can wait.” you say breathlessly as you shift into another stretch. You were tired and felt like your body was cramped as you heard limbs popping from relief in your ears.

Paul comes behind you as you do a pike stretch while standing, he shifted his hips forward which makes you straighten up out of your stretch and chuckled out as you nudged him.

"I can stretch you out real good." he purred to you and clicked the TV off.

You put your hands on your hips as he comes close and pulls you to him. Your body automatically wobbled into him as he held you up. His mouth stayed on your neck as you clutch tightly to him. You sharply moan out his name as he grazed his teeth with the mark.

It made your legs wobbly, your heart beat to rise, almost making you feel faint but it was as if you finally reached heaven.

A crazy high that couldn’t be explained.

It felt like he was devouring your soul. Like, he was a monster eating your heart out. His mouth and tongue never detached from your core even when your hips lifted from the overwhelming sensation.

The mark on your hip was covered by Paul’s fingers as he gripped your hips to keep you from scooting back. It felt like you were going insane as your face was deep in the pillows beside you as you trembled like a person out in cold weather.

His lips and tongue continued to eat at you. His hands bringing you closer and closer to his face. You didn’t care if you sounded helpless as you strain his name out in a whisper.

Thankful that he wasn’t tender headed, your fingers danced and tugged at his hair. You felt like your body was about to fall apart as he moved his mouth up and open mouth kissed your mark on your hip.

You thought regular sex with Paul was amazing. You thought imprinted sex with Paul was amazing. Now this, this was amazing.

You both whispered each other’s names as he went slow. His body was glued to yours as he rolled his hips into yours. Your eyes nearly rolled back to the back of your head.

He then brings you over on top of him as you clutch his arms, you couldn’t make your body sit up, you felt too weak. He didn’t care. He moved his hips up as you wailed in pleasure for him. His hand was firmly on the lower part of your body as his other hand had a nice grip on the nape of your neck as he kept licking and kissing the mark that was on your lower neck.

It had you feel like you were in the rawness of an orgasm. Like your souls were intermixing. You whispered out and told him how much you loved him. You lost count of the shudders, but you shuddered once again, this time he shuddered out his own orgasm with you.

You cried. With actual tears. The emotions bursted out of you and he knew he did nothing wrong. You loved him that much. He felt it. Feeling your emotions in that moment and in general was something that he was grateful for. He cooed to you and held you close until your high came down.

Billy Black looked as if he was staring down at a precious gem.

“Just beautiful….Y/N, how could you ever hide something so precious?”

“Bad thinking…I promise it won’t happen again. I was acting immature.” you admit.

“Yeah. Very.” Jacob says as he comes out of his room. You roll your eyes as Billy chuckled.

Jacob was now holding them and tried to encourage them to say his name.

“That’s not how it works.” you say to Jacob.

“Afraid they’re going to say my name before their parent’s?”

“Whatever.” you say.

“Let’s take the little one on a little adventure to Bella’s. She should be home by now.”

Charlie couldn’t help but stare.

“I didn’t even know you were pregnant.” he says quietly with the beer bottle in his hand.

“Nobody did.” you say as you look down.

“They’re adorable.”

“Thank you. Want to hold them?” you ask and he immediately sets his beer bottle down and rushes to wash his hands.

“Looks just like you, kid.” Charlie says as he peered down at the child in his arms.

“Don’t tell Paul that.” you chuckle.

Charlie grinned.

The baby squirmed and blinked as Bella cooed and let them hold her finger.

Charlie left off to hang with Billy.

“Aw, Y/N he has your eyes…You would’ve never guessed a beautiful little baby could be produced with the help of Paul.”

"Jake, you're unbelievable." Bella chuckled.

“You know, I can’t wait until you have a kid. I’ll teach it how to cuss and be bad.” you say in a fake sappy voice.

“Okay, now that’s too much.” Jacob says and you chuckle at his face.

“I need my camera.” she gushed and slides off of her bed but she stopped, “Do you mind if we take pictures?”

“Bell, go ahead. These are memories.” you encouraged.

She smiles brightly and as she snapped photos the small child that was laying on their back on her bed, she shook her head with a grin, “Renee’s going to kill you, you know that right?”

You put both hands on your forehead as you hear her laugh.

“We should video call her.” Bella suggested.

“Let’s get this over with.” you whispered.

Bella set up her laptop, facing it for the camera to see everything.

Renee’s face was filled with excitement and joy as she saw you and Bella on the screen.

“Whose baby is that?” she asks as she leaned in a closer look of Jacob looked down at the small child.

“Take a guess.” Bella grinned.

“Isabella Marie Swan. That better not be your child.” she barked out.

You and Bella laugh as Bella shook her head, “No, mom. Y/N’s.”

She gasped with happiness, “Let me see! Let me see?”

She ah’ed and ooh’ed at the infant as it squirmed in Jacob’s arms.

“So beautiful.” her smile was bright until she contorted her face with disappointment.

“Y/N.” she says with hardness.

“Yes?”

“You were pregnant?!”

“Yeah.”

“Why am I the last to know?!” she asks.

“I’m sorry. I kind of…Kept it a secret from everyone..”

“And why would you do that?!”

You look down.

She gave you the third degree. Not letting up. Not letting you get a word in. It was as if she was your mother by how much she was angrily upset at you.

She let you know how much she’s upset that she was left out of a milestone.

“You’re coming down here. I need to see you and that baby. Do you hear me?”

“Yes.” you say in submission.

Before hanging up, she made you promise her pictures and that you would never do anything like that ever again. You give her your word.

“Oh, yeah. Bells is moving in with me and dad.” Jacob says as Bella is in the bathroom. He allowed the baby to be on their back on Bella’s bed. You hug him with a smile.

“Happy for you two. Now, we’re really going to be close.”

Jacob chuckled, “Yeah…Didn’t hide that one from you.”

You grab her pillow and wack him in the shoulder as he still continues to laugh.

“Too soon.” you groan.

“Never too soon with me. You know this.”

You playfully roll your eyes.

“Well, I’m happy. You guys can come over all the time now.”

The ancient voice reached your ears.

“He’s your Alpha. When Jacob rises to his position, he will be yours, leaving Sam to be the Beta.”

You stared at Old Quil in disbelief. He sat in his recliner as he held your child.

The child was asleep against his chest, mouth cracked open.

“Paul marked you. So, that’s why you stopped when Sam told you to. He’s your Alpha.”

“But, I’m not a wolf, though.”

“Still. You’re now apart of Paul. The imprint is just a watered down version compared to what a marked couple is.”

You nod.

“Wow…I genuinely couldn’t move….I messed up Kim’s face…I feel a bit bad.” you whisper.

“You only defended your mate. I would expect no less.” he says in his ancient voice.

Billy Black made his “famous” spaghetti.

At first you laughed at Jacob’s joke of his secret ingredient being Ragu sauce, but it was really good. Really good.

Jared told you that Kim decided to stay home. You apologize for hurting her but he shook his head.

“I don’t know what her problem is…Imprint or not, she was wrong. Paul’s my best friend…He’s not perfect…Far from it…At the end of the day, he’s still a human being….I’m glad he has someone like you that will be by his side forever. He needs someone that will defend him like that.”

Looking around at everyone chattering, everyone filled with smiles, you set your fork down.

Standing up and looking at everyone at the table, you sincerely apologize.

"I'm sorry to all of you. You all mean a lot to me and I am willing to earn each of your forgiveness. I was completely selfish about my actions. Nothing will be hidden in the dark from me and I have a lot of proving to do. To all of you.”

They appreciated your apology. They appreciated the fact that you owned up to your mistake of keeping such milestone a secret. Paul looked at you proudly. He held the child you two shared and gave you a subtle nod. You reward him with a warm grin.

[brooooswriting]

hi, can I request a fluffy leighton x reader where the reader is having just a really bad day (late to class, someone spilled coffee on her, etc) and she’s just super stressed and anxious and leighton notices and tries to make her feel better and helps her through it? and ofc leighton’s roommates are totally unused to seeing her being soft with someone so they’re all shocked and stuff

Softie

Sometimes life just seemed to fuck you over and today was just one of those days. It started early in the morning, or well it didn’t which was the problem. Your alarm didn’t ring as your phone charger didn’t work. You woke up a lot later than you normally did resulting in you getting late to class and after class was finally done and the prof was done lecturing you about being late, you walked out of the room just for someone to bump into you and spill their hot coffee over your shirt. As you were already late you didn’t have time to change for your next course, instead just closing the jacket which was at least a bit better.

When it was finally time to eat, at least in theory, you went back to your dorm room to change and since your phone was still off you couldn’t even text your friends about not coming. Happy to finally arrive at your dorm you opened the door just to hear weird noise coming from your room. It took you a second to figure out what those noises were before sighing, your roommates sex life really always was your enemy. Since you couldn’t go into your room you just grabbed a new jacket to pull over your shirt, hoping that it’d fix the problem at least a bit.

During lunch, your friends sat at the same table as always. Leighton was constantly checking her phone, a worried look on her face. “It’s weird that she’s not answering right?” She asked her friends making them freeze for a moment, it wasn’t often that the blonde was asking for advice.

“Wait, is the leighton Murray worried about someone else?” Whitney asked, fake surprise in her voice as she widens her eyes earning an annoyed look from her friend.

“Did you maybe do something to upset her?” Kimberly asked innocently.

“Oh my god, did you say somebody else’s name during sex?” Bella intervened, making the rest of the group cringe. Especially Leighton who shuddered before shaking her head.

“What kind of question is that? Of course not and I don’t think I did anything to upset her. Yesterday everything was fine, we were out and then she brought me home, kissed me good night and went to her dorm. Later we texted shortly before saying good night and going to sleep. Since then I haven’t heard from her” she explained, wrecking her brain trying to think of anything she could have done. The rest was still kinda perplex, the blonde never talked about her private life like this. It already took them hours to get out of her who she was dating.

“Well, do you know if she had a course with anyone you could ask?” Whitney suggested.

“Oh, Lila. Didn’t you have Econ or whatever with y/n this morning?” She suddenly called out to the girl who was walking by their table.

“Yeah I did, dude was late as shit and left me alone in that boring ass course” Lila complained on and on until the blonde finally interrupted her.

“What do you mean she was late?” You were normally very punctual so this was already kinda weird.

“What do you mean ‘what I mean?’ Class started at 7:30, your hot stuff girlfriend arrived at like 8:15, leaving me alone for 45 minutes. But she did seem like she had a rough night or morning. If she did, that bitch is excused. But only this once” with that the sips manager disappeared.

After a moment Leighton stood up and grabbed her food confusing the rest of them as she didn’t say anything. “Where are you going?” Bela asked.

“I wish I could be looking for my girlfriend but instead I have to go and write a shitty math test that is way to easy anyway” she aggressively packed away her stuff before storming off to her lecture.

You never thought you’d say that you’d rather be in Leightons weird ass math class than at sips. But Thursdays were always extremely full and a lot of the people there were frat boys who treated workers like shit. Normally you were at least two people on Thursdays but Zoe had to call in sick last minute leaving you alone with a whole lot of work. Throughout your whole shift the frat boys tried to humiliate you and made you work twice as hard as they spilled everything on purpose and didn’t throw away anything. Your shift went an hour and a half longer than normal exhausting you even more.

Once you could finally leave you felt like breaking down, your eyes were wet, your bottom lip trembling and you were barely moving your feet. As soon as you entered the building your body moved on its own finding the way to your girlfriend’s dorm who was still panicking. She only knew that you were alive was due to other people telling her that they saw you. “If I don’t hear from her in the next hour I’ll get the police or some shit” she told the others while aggressively typing on her phone. “I have been everywhere. Her sips shift was over over an hour ago. I was at her dorm, the library, the cafeteria and the gym but she’s nowhere to be found” she added.

“Have you looked at sips?” Whitney asked making the blonde scoff.

“It’s Thursday” she answered leaving everybody confused, “She hates it there on Thursdays, so why would she stay longer?” While Kimberly found it unbelievably cute that Leighton knew which days you liked and which not she realized that the blonde didn’t have a clue how shifts might work.

Just as she was about to explain that to her there was a knock on the door. The youngest Murray sibling quickly jumped up to see who was behind the door, a relief sigh leaving her when she saw you. But her relief quickly disappeared when she saw how your shoulders were hanging, your eyes wet and barely sparkling anymore and your lips trembling when you tried to greet her. Everybody looked at you, making it even worse. Leighton quickly pulled you in to the room, her hands caressing your cheek softly. “What happened y/n?” She asked carefully while studying your face.

You tried to speak but every time you wanted to open your mouth, you could feel yourself starting to cry. The blonde didn’t want to force you to speak so she just wrapped you in a hug which made you sob out. “Shh, it’s okay. Everything is gonna be okay” she mumbled over and over, feeling all her roommates watch her. They couldn’t believe it, Leighton was hugging someone and in addition to that, someone who was crying. While they stared at her, she tightened her arms around you as she felt your legs giving out. “Bela, Kimberly couch” she asked. They quickly stood up and set on the seats across the couch so you two could sit there. When your cries slowly died down, the blonde pointed at the fridge, making Kimberly get up to get you a bottle of water. “Thank you”

Once your girlfriend had forced you to drink some water with the words “you don’t want to look puffy later do you?”, she repeated her question from before. “It’s stupid, really” you answered but the look she gave you made you continue. “I just had a bad day” you then explained, looking down at your hands.

“That isn’t stupid, love” she comforted, her hands still rubbing circles across your back.

“Can we ask what happened?” Whitney said carefully. One, she didn’t wanna upset you further, and two, she was scared of Leighton is she did upset you further.

“It’s just, my charger broke so my phone didn’t load which meant that my alarm didn’t ring. Then I was too late to Econ and the prof lectured me like half an hour after the lecture that I was too late and as soon as I left the room somebody spilled their hot coffee onto me, but I was already too late to change. So I had to sit in my next lecture drenched in hot coffee and when I wanted to change during lunch I walked into my dorm just for my roommate to have another one night stand over, so I couldn’t change. And when I arrived at sips I was told that Zoe called in sick so I was alone and it was so full and these stupid frat boys were there so I had to work longer than my shift went and they made me spill oat milk on myself” by the end you were nearly crying again. If it wasn’t for Leighton giving you comfort you definitely would.

“See, I told you Zoe is evil” Whitney pointed out, receiving a glare from Leighton which made you chuckle a bit. The moment the sound left your mouth the blonde stopped glaring and instead smiled at you. “I’m sorry the day was so shitty” she then added.

“Oh, I know these frat boys they’re so rude. They always knock their coffee down on purpose” Kimberly said, hoping that that would help you.

“Did you take on of those anxiety pills?” Leighton asked.

“No, they’ve been empty for like three weeks but the pharmacy isn’t delivering them. I called like 60 times and I even went there but nothing. They’re ignoring me” you explained while playing with the blondes fingers to calm yourself down.

“Wait, are you still wearing the shirt with the oat milk on it?” Bela asked as her eyes wandered down to your shirt. You gave her a nod with your lips pressed into a thin line.

“Alright, get up. You’re going to change and then we are going to deal with the rest” you only whined, moving seemed really hard right now and you’d rather not do anything. But the blonde grabbed your hand and pulled you up and into her room. The others tried to give you privacy but couldn’t help the glance through the open door where they witnessed Leighton pulling the shirt over your head and helping you put on another one. You didn’t even need to be told to get on the bed, instead just immediately falling into it, burying your face in the pillow that smelled like your girlfriend.

“Are you gonna come cuddle?” Your voice was muffled due to the pillow which somehow made the whole thing even cuter to Leighton. She nodded and placed herself next to you so you could cuddle. The fact that you were now going to sleep while it wasn’t even 5 pm wasn’t something she liked as you’d definitely have problems sleeping later but she ultimately decided that an hour won’t hurt after the day you had. She’d just wake you up when it was time for dinner.

“No! I mean today, latest in 2 hours. I don’t care, we’ve been waiting for these meds for weeks now!” Leighton nearly screamed into the phone as she exited her room, “Look if you don’t want a lawsuit you’ll bring them in the next two hours. Oh trust me, I have the money to run you down until you do not have a penny anymore. Thank you very much” when she hung up the phone she saw three pair of eyes starring at her.

“What?” She asked her roommates.

“What was that?” Whitney asked, her brows furrowed while the rest also starred at her.

“That damn pharmacy that’s been blowing y/n off” she shrugged as she sat down next to Bela on the couch. “Oh, Kimberly. Do you still have that calming green tea?”

“Uhm, yeah I do. I think it’s in the drawer over there, take as many as you need” the girl pointed to a drawer close to the fridge making Leighton stand up to find the package.

“Great, thank you. I’m gonna get some of y/ns favorite snacks. Does anybody else want something?” After each of them added at least on snack she quickly walked to the small store on campus to get everything. Once she was back the medication was already in front of the door and she still had enough time to brew your tea before she wanted to wake you. “Alright everybody, here are your snacks” she announced as she placed their bag on the table, keeping yours safely stowed in her hand while she heated up a cup of water.

“Love, come on. Wake up, it’s dinner time soon” she carefully shook you awake before placing a soft kiss in your cheek.

“How long did I sleep?” You grumbled as you hid your face in her stomach, still way too sleepy to think clear. The way the blonde brushed her fingers through your hair nearly made fall back asleep.

“Like an hour, but it’s dinner time and you gotta eat something so up you go” she encouraged noticing your hesitation and the way your eyes were darting around endlessly. It was a typical thing you did when you got anxious. “Hey, it’s alright. I even got you your meds so your mind and body can relax a bit” She presented the meds and the tea to you after helping you sit up.

“Thank you” she only gave you a soft smile and wrapped an arm around you.

Not long after you sat in the cafeteria, just observing the discussion the table had while eating your food. Due to the medication you were a lot calmer, giving you time to rest. Your whole body leaned against Leightons something she actually encouraged. Except for Bela, who once saw Leighton and the first girl she knew of make out, no one of them had ever seen her this touchy with anybody.

“Hey what are you guys thinking about watching a movie before we go to sleep? There’s a new Netflix movie that I think we’d all enjoy” Kimberly suggested, earning a yes from everybody except Leighton who instead looked at you who said yes.

“Are you sure you’re up for this?” She whispered to you who was laying on her shoulder. You really liked Kimberly and she was scared that you were only too nice to say no. The nod you gave her didn’t convince her at all so you grabbed her chin to title her head down making it easier for you to press a kiss to her lips.

“I promise I’m up for this” you reassured again, she nodded at you and then at Kimberly who happily clapped her hands.

After all of you finished eating you redecorated the dorms common room so all of you could sit comfortably while watching the movie on the small projector Leighton bought during on of her shopping trips. You sat in front of your girlfriend, your back against her front with a blanket over your legs. To everybodies surprise the movie was actually good and all of you enjoyed it. At least until your eyelids became heavier and you drifted to sleep in her arms. When she noticed that you were asleep she pulled the blanket higher and pressed a kiss to your forehead mumbling a quiet ‘sleep well’.

“Who knew Leighton Murray could be such a softie?” Whitney grinned as she looked at you two earning an agreeing nod from the other two.

“What?!” The blonde asked visibly confused.

“Dude you’re a simp for your girl” Bela laughed enjoying the look on her roommates face.

“I am not” she argued back. “You’re so lucky she’s asleep otherwise I’d beat you up”

“Well, she’d kinda right. But like in a good way, you really care for her and it’s very sweet” Kimberly explained knowing that Leighton wouldn’t do anything to her as you liked her too much. Something that actually proved what she just said.

“Whatever! You guys are crazy” she complained feeling you stir slightly in her arms, “and now be quiet before you wake her”

“Simp” Bela whispered while turning her focus back on the movie only to miss the pillow that was chucked her way.

She knew that she was soft for you and she loved it, she loved you. But that wasn’t her roommates business.

[defectivevillain]

a spider's day off

pairing: Wade Wilson/Reader

The reader is transmasculine (he/him pronouns). Otherwise, race is ambiguous and no physical descriptors are used. (The reader is spider-man, because I said so.)

summary: You hate to admit it, but Wade was right. You’d rather die than utter those words aloud, but here in the comfort of your own apartment, you’re willing to acknowledge that internally. It’s a good thing you took the day off, because your headache is persistent and your cramps are returning. Coupled with the mood swings and just general irritability, you figure it was wise to follow his suggestion.  Again, you will never admit that to him. Never.

word count: 2.6k | ao3 version

author's notes: Guys this is sooooo fluffy. It’s very uncharacteristic of me. I kept second-guessing myself lmao.

This is a period comfort fic, because I’m on my period and I want to be with Wade Wilson. I don’t think that’s too much to ask. So here’s this.

Warnings: Expect mentions of menstruation, cramps, medications, heat pads, etc. Nothing too crazy—no mentions of blood or hygienic/care products.

Deadpool is… an interesting guy, to say the least. He’s loudmouthed, rude, and endlessly energetic. He isn’t a hero, but he also isn’t a villain. He’s almost constantly poking fun at you or tailing you on your patrols, but you can rely on him if there’s genuine trouble. You’re somewhat forced to collaborate with him these days—he seems to keep popping up everywhere. It’s annoying, especially on days like today, when he just can’t stop chattering. 

“Just… stop talking,” you eventually hiss, bringing a hand to your temple as it practically pulses in pain. Deadpool’s constant talking is certainly not helping your headache. He’s not actually saying anything of consequence—he’s been detailing the past few episodes of a TV series he’s watching. You’d been tolerant of it for the first five minutes, but you eventually snapped, of course. 

Now Deadpool’s staring at you and whistling exaggeratedly. “Wow, I guess spiders can be cranky,” he says, holding his hands up in mock surrender. “Are you on your period or something?” he huffs. It’s clearly meant to be a throwaway comment, but you hear yourself respond before you can think better of it. 

“Yeah,” you mutter under your breath.

Wade is, unfortunately, observant when he wants to be—and he notices the comment. “Really?” he blinks, tilting his head at you curiously.  

“...Yeah.”

“Oh shit!” the vigilante exclaims, suddenly seeming excited. “No way. No wayyyyyy! That’s perfect!”

Well. That’s not necessarily the first reaction you were expecting. “Why is it perfect?” you squint at him skeptically. Being on your period isn’t exactly… fun. So why is his reaction so positive?

Deadpool ignores the remark. “Congrats, I’m giving you the day off from hero-ing!” he says instead, looping an arm around your shoulders. 

“What?” you ask incredulously. You’re too tired to push him off of you, instead just valiantly pretending not to notice. “That’s not how it works—”

“You can go home now,” Deadpool responds, making a shooing motion with his free hand. “The city can survive without Spider-Man for a day.”

“Wade…” you sigh exasperatedly. 

Wade turns to face you. “Seriously, you look like you’re about to fall over, Webs,” he observes, poking your shoulder.

It’s somewhat true—you’re pretty exhausted. How Deadpool noticed that while you’re wearing your mask, though… you’re not quite sure. You decide not to think about it any longer, because it’ll only make your head spin. “Fine, fine,” you eventually acquiesce. “You win, I’ll go. Just don’t wreck anything, okay?”

“Psh, please,” Wade makes a show of shaking his head. He’s rolling his eyes under his mask, you just know it. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”  

“You said that last time,” you feel the need to remind him, “and then you nearly blew up the bank.”

“Hey!” he exclaims. “That doesn’t count. That was the robbers—I was just trying to stop them.”

“And then take the money they stole,” you interject. 

“Well, duh,” Deadpool scoffs. 

You just take a deep breath. “Never mind,” you say with a shake of your head. You’re not going to deny the opportunity you’ve been given. “I’m going now. Bye.”

“Byeeeee!” Deadpool says with a childish wave. “¡Adios! Au revoir! Sayonara!”

You send a half-hearted wave over your shoulder as you leave. You suspect Wade’s still reciting goodbyes in various languages even as his voice falls out of earshot. 

You hate to admit it, but Wade was right. You’d rather die than utter those words aloud, but here in the comfort of your own apartment, you’re willing to acknowledge that internally. It’s a good thing you took the day off, because your headache is persistent and your cramps are returning. Coupled with the mood swings and just general irritability, you figure it was wise to follow his suggestion. 

Again, you will never admit that to him. Never. 

You’re settled on your couch now, wearing a comfortable shirt and sweatpants. Even changing out of your suit felt like a tedious task today. Everything is just requiring too much effort for your liking. You’re both hungry and nauseous, craving sweet but savory foods. And a lot of minor inconveniences are setting you off.

A blur of motion reaches your peripheral vision and you pause, wondering if you’re imagining things. A few moments pass and you decide to pay a haphazard glance over at the adjacent hall, expecting it to be empty. 

You’re very surprised by what you see. “Wade!” you exclaim, your heart racing in your chest at his sudden appearance. “You scared the shit out of me.” 

“Oops,” he says sheepishly. Since your interaction earlier, he’s changed out of his typical uniform—instead wearing a sweatshirt and jeans. “Your window was unlocked…?” Wade grimaces unconvincingly. 

“No, it wasn’t,” you frown, looking over to the window he came in from. The glass is gone—it’s clear he broke it. You must’ve been pretty distracted not to hear that. Then again, you had the TV on at a decent volume—not to mention, your thoughts have been elsewhere today. You suppose you’re lucky the intruder was only Wade. 

“It wasn’t unlocked,” Wade concedes, casually stepping around a jagged chunk of glass from the window. He senses your staring and rolls his eyes, picking up the glass and casually tossing it out. “I’ll blackmail your landlord into fixing that, don’t worry.” His response is so nonchalant that it almost makes you think you’re the one being unreasonable.  

“What are you doing here?” you finally manage to question. 

“I’ve been waiting my whole life for this moment, dude,” Wade responds with a mischievous grin. Your heart instinctively sinks at the sight. That smirk always means trouble. Sure enough, Wade heads into your living room and props his head up on the back of the couch, looking down at you while batting his eyes. “I’ll be your sexy nurse. Now I just need a slutty costume…”

“Wait, what?” you sputter. “Why? I don’t need a nurse.” And certainly not one in a shitty Halloween costume. You decide to keep that part to yourself, though. A remark like that is just asking for an argument with Wade, and you don’t quite have the energy for that now. 

“You’ve saved my ass way too many times now,” Wade answers easily. “I gotta return the favor sometime. Besides, y’know, hurt/comfort, reader-insert, all the good shit.” 

…You don’t know what that last part means. 

“You’re acting like I’m going to die or something,” you huff, getting off the couch and heading into your kitchen. Wade follows at your heels, idly poking around in your fridge before grabbing a soda. (Secretly, you only buy that soda for him—but he doesn’t need to know that.) Meanwhile, you open one of the cabinets and grab your heating pad, placing it in the microwave and setting it for less than a minute.

“What are you doing?” Wade asks, tilting his head to glance at you as you start the microwave. 

“Using the microwave,” you answer matter-of-factly.  

“Hey, no, no, no,” Wade chides you, putting his soda down to place his hands on your shoulders. “I’m the nurse here; you’re supposed to sit down.”

“Wade, I’m fine,” you sigh in exasperation, secretly touched by his concern but also embarrassed by the fuss he’s making. “This happens every month, it’s nothing crazy. Relax.”

“Relax?” he says dramatically, putting a hand to his chest. There’s a slight quirk to his lips that tells you he isn’t genuinely offended by the statement. “Me? I could never.”

“But seriously,” Wade continues, looking at you imploringly, “just lemme take care of you, okay?” He sounds strangely earnest—and uncharacteristically sincere. You’re not sure why this is such a sticking point for him. You’re about to argue again, but he keeps speaking before you can. “Come on, Spidey, pleaseeeeee? I’ll be so helpful, I promise.”

You just sigh and head back to the couch, sensing this is an argument you won’t win. Wade lets out a victorious sound at your unspoken surrender. He remains by the microwave until it beeps, before grabbing your heating pad and handing it to you on the couch. 

“…Thanks,” you mumble, still feeling a bit awkward about the situation. Then again, Wade quickly literally forced himself into your apartment and took on the role as nurse. He didn’t have to do that. (The question remains, though: why would he do it?) You hold it to your lower abdomen before attempting to get more comfortable. 

And then you realize: you haven’t taken any medication to help the cramps. Damn it. You glance over at Wade, who seems otherwise occupied with studying your apartment. You shift and start to get up, only for him to turn around. 

“Ah, ah, ah,” he chides you, stopping in front of you with his hands on your shoulders. “What do you need? I’ll get it for ya.” This attitude of his is almost endearing. It feels weirdly… intimate. You’re not usually this vulnerable with anyone. And while Wade kind of forced his way into your apartment, you have to admit: it’s nice to be cared for. 

Plus, you’ve known Wade for long enough to know he’s the most stubborn person on the planet. If he’s committed to do something, nothing will sway his decision. With that in mind, you sigh and consider his question. “Water… and ibuprofen,” you relent. “…Please.”

“Anything for you, baby boy,” Wade responds, sounding far more sincere than you expect him to. He heads back to the kitchen. 

“Wanna sit?” you offer when he returns, making sure to thank him once more before downing the pills. You feel incredibly awkward having him around while you rest on the couch. 

“Hell yes,” Wade responds enthusiastically, moving to sit on the cushion next to you. You watch the movement for a second, raising a brow. 

“I don’t bite,” you huff, watching as he sits a good distance away from you. The remark comes out before you can realize the implications of it.

“Aw, are you touch-starved, Spidey?” Wade grins, looking over to meet your eyes. Damn it, he saw straight through that. “That’s adorable.”

“Shut up,” you scoff, immediately regretting every single action that led to this moment: Wade on the couch next to you, you willingly inviting him to come closer. What is wrong with you?! 

Wade isn’t making fun of you for it—not really. He’s the teasing type, of course. But he isn’t genuinely judging you. In fact, since you pointed it out, he’s been slowly migrating across the couch towards you. “Come on, you know you wanna cuddle with me,” Wade continues, leaning closer with a smile. “Besides, you’re all hunched up over there.” 

You choke on an annoyed groan, struggling to decide your next move. Eventually, you abandon the rest of your dignity and sidle up to his side. To his credit, Wade doesn’t stiffen or flinch—he only pulls you closer and wraps an arm around your waist. 

You lean your head on his shoulder and keep silent for a moment, before coming to a realization. “You’re never going to let this go, are you?” you ask. 

“Nope,” Wade responds shamelessly, a smirk on his face. “The big bad spider gets all cuddly when he’s tired. So cute.” 

“Shut up.” Your default response in this situation is just to brush off his teasing. It’s a defense you’re both familiar with. Wade seems to be expecting you to say something along those lines, because he just laughs. 

“How’re you feeling?” he asks sometime later, mercifully letting the subject drop. For a moment, you can almost convince yourself that this is normal. It’s a bit difficult to get over the inexplicable conviction that you should be embarrassed, though. 

You forget about Wade’s question until he’s gently nudging you. “Eh,” you say noncommittally. “Tired, mostly.” Emotional too, but it’s usually better not to talk about that. It’s a somewhat unfounded feeling, not necessarily triggered by anything specific. Usually this melancholy comes and goes, eventually fading within a few days. If you keep yourself distracted, you can usually forget about it.

As time passes, you can’t help but relax and lay on his chest. If Wade is bothered by your sudden clinginess, he doesn’t say anything. You’re sure you’ll be super embarrassed by this clingy behavior in the next few days, but right now, it feels nice to have someone next to you. Besides, as much as Wade likes to tease you, he’s still a good guy. He wouldn’t actively try to torment you about this. 

Plus, it certainly doesn’t seem like he minds. You suspect, idly, that he likely needs this human contact as much as you do. The two of you don’t get close to very many people, on account of your secret identities. It’s too dangerous. But times like this make you remember the friends you used to have, the people you used to love. 

At some point, Wade’s other hand cradles your face, his thumb dancing across your cheekbone before stopping at the scar running down the side of your face. It’s relatively faded now, but from a close distance like this, you’re sure he can see it. 

“How’d ya get this?” he asks, his finger tracing the mark back and forth. 

“Dr. Octavius,” you answer.

“The octopus guy?” Wade blinks. 

“Yeah,” you confirm.  

“Huh,” he remarks, studying the scar for another minute. “Thought it’d be a little more… scandalous.”

You blink in confusion, still very much aware of his hand on your cheek. It’s making you feel weirdly nervous. You try to refocus on the conversation. “What, like a suction mark or something?” you huff. “His tentacles are robotic,” you remind him. 

“Yeah, a lil’ robo hickey!” Wade exclaims, sounding a bit too excited at the thought. At your disbelieving look, he says defensively, “Come on, that’d be sick.” 

You can’t help but laugh. “That’s ridiculous.” 

The two of you talk about harmless things for a while longer, before you feel your eyelids begin to burn from fatigue. You’re rather comfortable, your muscles slowly relaxing as you start to lean on Wade. It’s growing more and more difficult to keep your eyes open. The ibuprofen finally seems to be kicking in, which is fighting off the cramps you were feeling earlier. Now, the pain is ebbing away—leaving exhaustion to take its place. 

Sensing your tiredness, Wade trails off mid-sentence. Or, at least, you think he does—it’s kind of hard to tell. It’s been weirdly difficult to focus your attention throughout the past few minutes. 

“Sorry,” you blink, trying to remember where he left off. “What were you saying?” 

“Don’t worry about it, Snorlax,” Wade hums, his hand starting to rub your back. 

“You’re not helping me stay awake, you know,” you mumble.  

“I know,” Wade responds smugly. Then the smirk on his face softens. “You shouldn’t fight it; you need to rest.”

That’s true, but… “I don’t want to trap you here,” you remark, moving back slightly to glance at him. 

“Oh, I really don’t mind, sweetheart,” Wade reassures you, gently tugging you back towards him. “It’s not every day I get a cuddly, cooperative Spider-Man. Gotta take advantage of it.” 

You can’t exactly find fault with that, and you’re too tired to argue the point further. Instead, you just lean into him again and close your eyes. Wade’s hand falls still on your back, a steady reassurance of his presence. 

“Night night,” he says quietly. (Or, at least, as quietly as Wade Wilson can manage.) “I’ll be here to watch over ya, fight off those birds in your nightmares.” He punctuates this remark with a squeeze to your shoulder. “Birds? Wasps? What are the enemies of spiders? Humans and their shoes…?”

You would roll your eyes at him if you weren’t already falling asleep. Wade shifts, grabbing the blanket and ensuring that it’s fully draped over you. You fade too quickly to notice the fond expression that rises on his face.

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endnotes: GAWDDDDDD i need this man biblically. *viscerally,* even.

Did Wade change out of his suit so that he could cuddle with you? Methinks yes… Mwahahhaa…

also, huge shoutout to my bestie @connorhasabigtip for calling me yesterday and helping me write this. we were silent on call for a full hour, with me writing and her reading 😭 we'll find you your brown cowboy one day, bitch. looking forward to being badasses in fortnite again today. (she's the Sith and I'm the Jedi, in case y'all were wondering.)

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[tsuutarr]

A were-wolf hottie and no pic, give me the fluffy hooligan please 😫

Extra points if it's enemies to lovers trope, except no vampire verses wolf, more like were cat or coyote vs wolf?. Scooby-Doo zombie mayhem got me

(So I ended up doing a bit of a rivals to lovers kind of thing rather than enemies! I didn't have too much info to go off of, so if this fic isn't to your liking, feel free to send me another ask with more details!)

Pairing: Vilkas Lunewood (werewolf OC) x werecat! reader

Contents: one-sided rivalry (somewhat one-sided romantic pining) where Vilkas thinks of you as his greatest rival to beat on exams.

Word count: 1180

Even though Vilkas would rather read his favorite book in a cozy nook, he’s known as a brute – someone who can weaponize his fists to subdue all that cross him. His sharp eyes and broad figure do little to deter his reputation as a brutish hooligan. However, despite his reputation, Vilkas has never started any fights – it’s just that he’s always finished them, being the last one standing.

It’s hardly his fault that he’s so strong, though, especially since strength is the least of his concerns. No, his much bigger concern is defeating you, his stupidly pretty werecat rival, academically.

“Hm… I could’ve done that a bit better…” you murmur from beside him. You’re both staring at the recent exam scores posted on the bulletin board.

He smells you before he hears you. Vilkas has always noticed your scent, something warm and soft – something he associates with afternoon naps basking in the gentle rays of the sun. Not that it matters, really, not when you’re constantly kicking him to the curb in terms of your grades. He’s been number one for as long as he can remember, but then you come along and place him in the number two spot consecutively. And you look cute while you do it. Frustrating!

“Ah, Lunewood, your score’s gone up, hm? That’s good to see.”

Vilkas scowls at how easily you address him, gloating about your victory. You’ve never been scared of him, always talking to him whenever you can. It’s stupid. You’re stupid. You and your stupidly lovely ears and stupidly adorable tail and that sweet voice and–

“Lunewood?”

“What?” he growls, his eyebrows furrowed at the center.

“Ah, you look rather upset, is all.”

“I am not.” Of course Vilkas isn’t upset – he’s good at taking a loss! And even if he is upset (which he isn’t), it’s not like he’s bothering anyone! The clear distance most people are keeping from him is definitely, definitely not because they think he’s scary for scowling – that’d be ridiculous!

“If you say so.”

Vilkas’ scowl deepens.

“Ah. It was quite nice chatting with you. I’ve got to head off now.”

Vilkas’ nose scrunches. You’re probably gonna stick your nose into a stupid little book (something he’d do too). You’re gonna brew yourself your favorite beverage as you curl up to read something you like and you’re gonna look so cute doing it and it’s so annoying to Vilkas to think about.

Stupid, stupid werecat.

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The next time Vilkas encounters you, it’s because he smells your warm scent mingled with a scent he’d only describe as sour. His frown deepens as he follows the smell, before coming across you getting harassed by some no-good werewolf.

Ugh. Seriously. Like yeah, you’re cute and charming and whatever, but couldn’t that stupid werewolf pick another cat to pick on? Like why’s that dumb werewolf wasting time flirting with you? And why haven’t you just beat that stupid, no-good werewolf off with a stick? You’ve got the claws to scratch him up. Ugh. Whatever. It’s not his business–

“Leave the cat alone,” he spits, despite his inner monologue. He’s not helping you because he thinks you need his help or because he’s worried or whatever. He just doesn’t have anything better to do. That’s what he tells himself as he sizes up the werewolf that’s been hitting on you.

“Yeah? What’re ya gonna do about it if I don’t?” the no-good werewolf hisses, standing taller to appear bigger. The no-good werewolf is bigger than you, a werecat, but can’t compare to the sheer muscle mass Vilkas boasts.

“I’m not gonna do anythin’ about it,” Vilkas growls. “‘Cause you’re not gonna give me a reason to do anythin’ about it.”

The no-good werewolf falters briefly at the deadly gleam in Vilkas’s eyes, but decides to stupidly stand his ground. “You want me to give you a reason to scram?”

“You think you got what it takes?” Vilkas shoots back, his teeth bared. His tail bristles, ears flattened against his head.

“Lunewood,” your voice calls, which irritatingly makes Vilkas feel calmer. “Let’s just go.”

Vilkas isn’t sure what to do – he’s not really one to back down from a fight, but your voice and smell just make Vilkas feel… softer, like he’s wrapped in a you-shaped blanket.

“Wait–” the no-good werewolf’s face pales. “Lunewood? Vilkas Lunewood?”

Vilkas stands taller. “What about it?”

“No–nothing!” a squeak leaves the werewolf’s mouth as his tail tucks between his legs, before he runs away.

“...I should’ve punched him once,” Vilkas grumbles, crossing his arms.

“Hm, maybe you should’ve,” you agree lightly. “The more I think about it, the more I dislike him.” You spin on your heel, turning to Vilkas with a smile. “Thanks, by the way. I appreciate it.”

Hmph, a good ploy on your part – trying to make him lower his guard by thanking him? If you think that your thanks makes Vilkas’ tail wag, you’re so very correct – Vilkas tries his best to temper his tail’s excitement, but he just gives up because he can’t. “It’s nothing. I didn’t do it for you.”

Your cute little cat ears and tail twitch. “Oh.”

Vilkas immediately feels bad.

“I guess it was one of those territory things, then? Did you want to mark your territory?”

Vilkas huffs out something akin to a laugh. The only thing here that he’d want to mark is you – wait, scratch that.

“Well, anyway. Can I take you to a café or something to thank you?”

What? Why would you want to feed him? It’s not like he did anything great. Is this a trick? Are you trying to poison him?!

“Or do you not like sweets?” you look contemplative. “Maybe barbeque…? But my campus job doesn’t pay that much…”

“A café is fine,” he grunts, tail swishing behind him. “You can buy me a barbecue when I beat you on our next exams.”

You tilt your head to the side, confused. “But you’ve never been able to beat me before?”

Vilkas’ eyes narrow as you hum in thought.

“Oh! Is this like a bet?” your eyes glint mischievously, a cheeky smile curling on your lips. Cute. “How about it, Lunewood? If you beat me in the next exam, I’ll treat you to a barbeque. If I win… Well, I’ll keep that a secret for now.”

“What?” Vilkas asks, frown set deep in his mouth.

“Hm? Are you scared?” you tease, your voice taking on a lilt that makes Vilkas want to chase you down and mark you.

“Don’t bet on it, kitty-cat,” he responds. “I ain’t scared of anything.”

“Then is the bet on?”

Vilkas doesn’t hesitate when he answers with, “You bet.”

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(You two do head to the café, much to Vilkas’ pleasure [since he wants a sweet treat, that’s it. It’s not because he’s hanging out with you or anything]. You’re surprisingly interesting to talk to, which he should’ve maybe expected since you’re his rival. You’ve got pretty good tastes when it comes to books and a good eye for cute cafés too.)

[hauntedhokage]

Lucifer/F!MC

word count: 1.4k

warnings: solo play, technically trespassing(?), panty stealing, in-denial Lucifer but also possessive Lucifer, not beta read

note:  this is officially a double-dip: I started this for kinktober and have been inspired to finish it for the @om-adventcalendar

He didn’t like you. 

That had to be stressed that he did not like the little human living in his home. You were too fragile for the Devildom, too soft, too human. His brothers had their own variations of interest developing, the pact you’d made with Mammon only signifying more trouble to come as more pacts were made. More trouble for him to have to clean up as the eldest or else he’d be answering to Diavolo and Barbatos as to why the Devildom was in such disarray around a human of all things (and one that wasn’t Solomon). 

No, Lucifer didn’t like you. But he couldn’t deny that you were attractive - he’d go so far as to say that you were beautiful. With features that bordered on angelic, features that weren’t commonly seen in either the Devildom or Celestial realms, features that he’d thought about constantly. It was annoying how often you were on his mind, how often he had to talk about you and think about the way you had to look up at him when you spoke to him - or the time he’d lent you his cloak due to unplanned rain and the way it made you look tinier than you already were.

Your clothes were tiny, too, which was to be expected considering your size in comparison to his own, but it was more apparent when your clothes somehow ended up with his own laundry. A shirt here or there wasn’t enough to make a fuss, he just folded or hung up the shirt depending on how he knew you took care of them and left them in your room for you to put away properly. Sometimes he’d take a moment to smell your detergent mixed with his own that lingered on the fabric, sometimes also palming himself through his pants because your scent had the worst impact on his anatomy, but you always got your clothes back and you were none the wiser as to what he would do with them when they were in his possession. 

This time when dropping off the shirt for some human world band that you often slept in, his eyes caught a couple pieces of fabric that he didn’t often see. A red lacy bra and panties just laying on the floor by your bed. Clearly worn if the way the panties were rolled a bit was any indication, and he can only stare at them while continuing to hold your shirt in his hand. The thoughts running through his mind are impure at best, depraved at their worst and he has to question whether or not he was really thinking about taking the garments for himself. Would you notice? Probably but it was easy enough to blame Asmo for either mistaking them for his own or stealing them for his own horny purposes. It wouldn’t have been the first time, your agreement with Asmo that had been in place since your third week in the house stating that any clothes removed had to make it back to you freshly washed or replaced within a week with no questions asked, so this would be easily played off as either yet another laundry mishap or Asmo just being Asmo. 

But instead he closes the door to your bedroom, making sure it was locked with an extra protective ward on it for good measure, then picks up the two garments. The flimsy fabric likely looked delectable on your figure, and he could only imagine what you might have gotten into wearing a set like this. Did you put them on for someone else, or did you just feel better wearing something like that under your school uniform? If it was for another demon he’d need to know who exactly it was to make sure the little human under his care wasn’t in any danger, if it was one of his brothers he’d have to put an end to that activity immediately. You were here as an exchange student to learn, not seduce the rulers of the Devildom.  

At least that’s what he told himself as he holds your intimate apparel to his nose. You used wonderful soaps and perfumes, always smelled delectable, but smelling your natural sweet musk on your clothes was intoxicating. A natural aphrodisiac that had his pants tightening and aching for relief, a relief he can’t stop himself from seeking despite being where he certainly shouldn’t have been.

Lucifer didn’t like you, but you were the constant trigger to any lapse in self control he experienced.  He was stroking his cock with your panties shoved so far into his face that he’d likely be smelling you for days. It was your name he was whispering in the fabric, your hand he was fantasizing about having in place of his own, your panties he was peeling from his face to wrap around his painfully hard cock. If only he’d selected any other candidate, this wouldn’t be happening. He’d be much more collected, less frustrated all the time, would likely have time to relax, and - most importantly - wouldn’t be standing in a bedroom that wasn’t his masturbating into the used underwear of the human exchange student living in his house. 

The one he certainly didn’t like at all. 

“Fuck,” he hisses into the empty room, feeling the first drag of the lace along his length. He wanted this to be slow and easy, something to savor since he’s sure he’ll never get the opportunity to do this again. This tear in his carefully constructed veil of self-control would be mended and never put at risk again. He hoped that even long after these were washed, whoever had the pleasure of seeing you in these lacy panties could smell him on them and know that backing off would be in their best interest. 

If you were here he’d want you in front of him, on your knees and just watching him pleasure himself with your underwear. You wouldn’t be allowed to touch him, but he knows that you wouldn’t be put off by that. If anything, it would probably make you feel more powerful to know that he was so caught up in whatever these feelings were that just having you touch him would be too much. Nothing he could say would deter you from that path, and he’d be equally as powerless to stop you when you eventually decided to take over. You wouldn’t grip him tightly, just firm enough that he felt the lace dig into his skin but not too much that it hurt to feel the fabric drag along his sensitive skin. A pace that wasn’t torturously slow, but not so fast that he’d be led to believe you wanted him out of your room. It was probably you wouldn’t - he’d seen the way you’d look at him when you thought he wasn’t paying attention, the gentle touches that he got before you remembered where you were and told him to get away from you. 

“Oh, Lucifer,” you’d coo, eyes locked on his own as your other hand would move to cup his sac, carefully kneading to deliver that additional stimulation that had his jaw clenching, eyes shutting tight as he pulls his bottom lip between his teeth. “You can cum for me. I won’t tell anyone you didn’t last long. Just give it to me already.”

When his eyes open he’s still in your room, but you’re not there in front of him. Just himself and his softening cock in his hand held loosely in red lace. The once bright fabric has darkened with the dampness of his spend, and he frowns at the fact that he’d ruined these for himself - your scent was likely overpowered by his, and that just wouldn’t do. But he finds a suitable replacement - a black pair of your lacy panties from your hamper to keep with him until they lose your scent. He’d toss them in with your laundry next time you did yours, and it’d be like he’d never borrowed them to begin with. He would just try his best not to cum in those ones until he was ready to return them.

He’s only a little unnerved by the way you look at him across the dinner table that evening. Like you knew something you shouldn’t, but he’d get to the bottom of that later since he’s confident that it had nothing to do with his personal time that afternoon.

[writing-until-i-drop]

Rough Sex | Javy "Coyote" Machado x reader | wc: 1,274

No use of y/n | 18+ Minors DNI

Warnings! rough sex, biting, dirty talk, spanking, lmk if I missed anything

a/n: thank god for @closetspngirl because this piece kicked my ass and I debated skipping it and hoping no one noticed but you convinced me to finish it

Ao3

Kinktober 2024 Masterlist

When Coyote transitioned to a two seater jet he knew he’d be getting a backseater. What he hadn’t expected was you. You had walked into the Hard Deck wearing a sundress that had made his mouth run dry and when you had figured out he was your new pilot, you had greeted Coyote with a hug and a key on the cheek. Then the jackals (his friends) had descended. 

Hangman was first up to bat, trying to charm his way into your pants but you had shot him down. Next was Rooster, who’s cheesy pick-up lines were more effective at turning your cheeks pink than Coyote would have liked. Phoenix had you under her spell with a few whispered words in your ear but she still struck out. Fanboy and Payback had kept things light, shooting for the friendzone and hitting their target, and Bob had just given you a wave. It irritated Coyote how much his squadmates wanted your attention which caught him off guard.

Coyote had never been directly responsible for another person’s safety in the air. Phoenix had warned him that it would be a new experience, what he hadn’t realized was just how…protective he would feel over you. Hangman claimed it was more possessive than protective but Coyote denied everything. He wasn’t possessive. He just didn’t like it when other guys talked to you, or put their hands on you, and he wasn’t particularly fond of the way men looked at you when the team went out for drinks. 

He wanted to be the only one you focused on, especially when you were together. And for the most part, you were good at that. In the air you were constantly in his ear, updating him on navigation and the weapons system. Coyote had assumed that having a backseater in his ear would be annoying but he found himself asking you questions just to hear you talk. The fact that you had moved into the apartment across the hall from him was a bonus, Coyote had helped you finish unpacking and offered to car pool, reveling in the fact that even if 

Right now you were sitting with Phoenix, chatting animatedly with your hands, leaning against the wall at the Hard Deck. When he heard what you were saying, he nearly dropped his beer.

“Honestly, you wouldn’t think it’d be this hard to find a guy willing to fuck the shit out of me.” Phoenix cackled, throwing her head back as if that was the funniest thing she’d ever heard but Coyote didn’t find it funny. He looked around, no one else was listening in except for poor Bob whose cheeks were cherry red.

“What about that guy I set you up with last week?” Last week? You had gone on a date last week? You groaned,

“He wanted to be all kissy and affectionate which is weird with a guy you don’t really know, at least for me.” 

“As much as I hate to say it, Bagman could probably get the job done,” Absolutely not. Coyote put down his beer, approaching your table. He liked the way your cheeks flushed pink when you caught his eye,

“Ready to go home, sweetheart?” Your brows scrunched in confusion, normally the two of you stayed much longer, but since we was your ride, you nodded, saying goodbye to the team. Coyote took a chance, pulling you into his side, his grip tight on your waist.

“Jav, what’s going on?” 

“You told Phoenix you needed something,” Your little gasp was enough to break the last of Coyote’s restraint. “And I’m the only one who gets to give you what you need. If you’ll let me.” Coyote pushed you against the side of his car, lips attacking your neck. You said you didn’t want kisses and affection, you wanted something rough, and he’d be damned if he let anyone else do it. “What do you say, sweetheart?” 

You moaned, tilting your head to give him better access, spurring Javy on. He nipped at your neck, savoring the sounds you made for him.

“Is that a yes?” 

“Do you need a written invitation, Jav?” You pushed his shoulders but didn’t let him get far, gripping his shirt. The look you gave him was dark and flirtatious, you had used it on him several times before. Your favorite pastime seemed to be teasing him but he never thought you meant anything by it because you’d laugh it off the second you said it, falling back into normal conversation. “Am I going to have to walk you through this? Should I go back in there and see if Bagman can get the job done?” 

“Get in the fucking car,” Javy snapped and after a second, you complied. 

“Fuck,” Your moans were muffled by the pillows on Javy’s bed as he plowed into you from behind. He was gripping your thighs tight enough to bruise, raising them to the perfect angle that let him hit deep inside of you with every thrust. You would never be able to look at your pilot the same way again, not when he was rearranging your insides while growling in your ear.

“You have been driving me crazy for fucking months, do you know that?” You couldn’t respond, your mind focused on the feeling of his cock filling you completely. “Letting the other guys flirt with you when you’re mine, all fucking mine, arent’ you?” God, being his sounded like a dream. “My backseater, my responsibility, my girl.”

“Yours,” You whined, “Spank me.” Javy didn’t hesitate, bringing his calloused hand down on your ass. He did it again and again, your ass stinging, Javy wasn’t holding back and you couldn’t have been happier. Fuck he felt good. He was doing everything that every other guy you had slept with thus far had failed to do.

“I’m the only one who gets to do this, do you hear me?” He pulled out and you instantly felt empty, crying out. “Tell me what I need to here, sweetheart, tell me the truth.” Javy rolled you onto your back, stroking himself over you. 

“Only you, all yours, please,” You were babbling but you meant it. This was all you had wanted for months, ever since you had first walked into the Hard Deck and found out that he was your pilot. “Javy, please. I need you.” 

“Good girl,” Javy thrust into you, leaning over your body. You were writhing beneath him, desperate for your release. He captured one of your nipples between his teeth and you cried out, scratching down his back. “Play with yourself, sweetheart. I want to feel that pretty cunt squeezing my cock and I want to feel it now.” You reached down, rubbing your clit, and it didn’t take long to send you over the edge.

Your orgasm was earth shattering, you couldn’t tell if you were screaming but your throat was burning. Javy kissed your neck, spilling inside of you, fucking his hot cum inside of you with short, hard thrusts. When he pulled out of you he rolled onto his back beside you, bringing you into his side.

“Are you alright, sweetheart?” Javy asked as you snuggled into his waiting arms. You rested a hand on the back of his neck, 

“Can I get a kiss finally?” Javy hadn’t kissed you once the entire time and you were in dire need of his lips on yours.

“I thought kissy, affectionate sex wasn’t what you wanted?” 

“Not with other guys but you’re my pilot,” You pulled his head down, brushing your lips over his. “And I want you to kiss me.”

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[cerezzzita]

Hi, i saw you have your request open so here i go, requesting some hcs for Dante, Vergil and Trish having a short sweet-toothed s/o who also loves to bake.

notes: heeey there, anon! In advance sorry for the waiting, it took long enough but at least here we are! I hope you like it, because I surely did loved writing these headcanons, and with Trish being included? Better than ever!

Enjoy the reading and thanks for requesting! <3

⠀🍓 ˖ . ᵎᵎ Dante, Vergil & Trish with a short sweet-toothed S/O

♡ tags: gender-neutral reader, no use of pronouns (you/yours only), no description of reader's appearance, short!reader, use of petnames, three devils being soft af, Vergil and Trish might have been sorta ooc pardon in advance.

ⓘ gif's not mine!!

Dante

Perfect match, to be honest.

Calls you "shortcake" or "shortie" most of the time and if you're annoyed by that… he'll keep doing it, sorry. He loves you enough to annoy you as well. 

Being as sweet-toothed as he is, no wonder he'll ask you constantly to make some desserts with strawberries or red fruits in general such as raspberries or cherries. 

And please don't let Dante get one inch near the kitchen, this man will eat as many of the berries plus he's catastrophic at cooking.

At least let him add some of the ingredients and mix them together here and there, he'll be satisfied and happy enough. 

He'll eat the batter when you're not looking, by the way. 

Still on the ingredients topic, doesn't this bitch (affectionately) loves when you ask him for help to reach something you can't? He's all smugly smirks, towering you with that huge figure of his and in the best of the cases, lifting you so you can reach it by yourself. 

Dante's personal favorite dessert made by you became The Devil's Cake, but instead of being fulfilled of chocolate only, there's lots and lots of strawberry jam and fresh strawberries on top of it. 

Late night munchies are a must! You two can and will be watching whatever series or movies while cuddling and devouring almost all of a whole damn bakery because Dante has a black hole instead of a regular stomach. 

Saw a recipe for dessert pizza once, got obsessed with it, asked you to make it, you made it, he's even more in love with you. 

"Babe, you're a sweetheartie. A candy angel, I love you so much," said Dante, mouth full of sweet pizza and eyes full of tears of joy and passion. 

ⓘ gif's not mine!!

Vergil

Vergil strikes me as a cinnamon roll enjoyer. That's it, that's the post. 

But really, I don't think he has a sweet-tooth or enjoys sugary foods that much. He likes it, sure, but at moderate bits. 

Unlike Dante, he does not make fun of your height… Yet he finds it quite endearing. 

Calls you "little bird". Let me have him be affectionate and lovely for a sec, okay? 

Vergil also gets worried by the amount of sugar you consume. 

"You'll get plenty of cavities if you keep eating desserts at that level." 

He helps you with your recipes too. I'm kinda sure that Vergil knows a thing or two in the cooking field, correct me if I'm wrong (I am wrong). 

As previously said, he likes more, hm, refined flavors, such as cinnamon and vanilla and if you're baking cinnamon rolls, count him on it! 

Don't ask Vergil to chop the ingredients unless you want him to put on a show about it. 

If you like drinking tea, you better prepare a bunch of sweet treats because you're having regular, calm silent tea evenings ft. Vergil and his poetry book. 

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Trish

Oh my, what can I say about Trish?

She's not a sugary-sweet person. Instead, she's mostly on sour candies and neutral fruits field. 

With that being said, I hope you're ready to constantly bake lemon pies and banana cakes. 

Trish does not know how to cook for her dear life, she prefers watching you instead and maybe teasing you along with it.

"Trish, I could use a little hand." "Pardon me if I can't help but think you're all cute on your own, sugar."

Speaking of teasing, this devil surely knows how to make you fluster with her little comments about your height, but of course, always keeping it comfortable enough to not get you mad or sad. 

"Need some help there, honeypie?" "My, if you ever get trouble reaching that shelf, you need to wear some of my heels."

And although Trish is not your sous chef, she is certainly your personal tasting critic, which is an advantage mostly to her. 

"So, what do you think?" "Hm, I liked the caramel on top of the fruit, and it's sour just in the way I love. It's a ten out of ten, honey." 

Brought you some silly clothes like sweaters and shirts with some candy motif and oh, sure, fruity flavored lip gloss. 

Anything for her honeybun~

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[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

S/O has won the lottery! After the dreaded taxes, S/O ends up with almost a billion dollars. However instead of feeling happy, S/O is super duper stressed out because A LOT of people learned about it and is asking them for to spare some (a lot) of cash. To the point of harassment.. S/O asks their bonefriend for some help and maybe figure out what to do with this amount of money.

I took it like they're already a couple and living together so it's simple.

Undertale Sans - He's a bit overwhelmed as well. Sans was homeless at one point in his life and suddenly seeing so much money is crazy. Sans is very pragmatic though. You could buy a new house and then use the rest in your everyday life with a few extras occasionally. He doesn't know what to do with all that money either, but knowing you won't starve if there's a problem in the future is kind of comforting. As for all the people harassing you, Sans tries to keep them away when he can. He stays nice, but seeing people in the house all the time is also tiring him so he helps to push them out to have peace.

Undertale Papyrus - He quite literally never saw that much money in his life. He has no idea what to do with everything, but he has an idea of how to get away from your harassers! You two leave on a trip around the world without any preparation and without telling anyone (except your families so they don't worry too much about your disappearance). This way you two can plan the future without the social pressure.

Underswap Sans - Blue is not exactly a good example when it comes to money and he will encourage you to buy things you actually don't need. You even try some caviar for the first time in your life and both actually hates it. He's at least good at keeping the annoying people away, as living with a police officer does this thing to people. When they're getting a little too close, Blue reminds them he's the law by showing up his police suit. It's usually enough to make them think twice before scamming you.

Underswap Papyrus - Honey, being a natural emotions sponge, is as stressed as you are lol. He thinks having so much money is actually more of a problem than a gift. So, you two can buy a house, a car and keep some money for the groceries and give away the rest? He doesn't feel comfortable keeping that much money at home, and some random guy tried twice to intrude on your house already to rob you, so he doesn't feel safe anymore. Honey also doesn't know how to say no to people which doesn't help. You're both completely lost about what to do.

Underfell Sans - Red gets a little protective. He doesn't like that there's a lot of people pressuring you constantly and he's going to show these guys what he thinks of all of this. He gets defensive really fast when there's someone home and he can even get aggressive if he realizes they're trying to get money from you. Red is stressed as hell, and he knows that a lot of money makes you a target. For his own good and yours, you decide to go on small vacations so you can both relax a little and discuss your options. Red is scared something bad might happen to you.

Underfell Papyrus - Well, you're lucky, Edge is a lawyer so he knows what's legal and what's not. He tries to stay neutral about this to judge the situation better, but he still gets slightly defensive when people are insisting too much. That's your money, you do what you want with it and you don't owe anything to anyone. Edge advises you to not give away your money to the first people showing off, and to not sign anything that would lead you to be in debt for someone. If someone tries to trick you, just call him and we'll see who is the most clever out of the two.

Horrortale Sans - He shows you one of his hiding places for food, so you can hide your money, literally at the doors of the Underground. No one comes here anymore and he's really good at hiding things so no one will ever suspect something is buried there. And if you ever worry about him, he reminds you he'll probably forget everything in an hour anyway so you're safe. It's a lot less stressful now that the money is safe and hard to access. You feel less tempted to give it away to anyone, except to modernize the farm a little, which is more than welcome.

Horrortale Papyrus - He tells you to keep everything and save it for when you need it. Health is expensive in this country, he knows something about it, and he knows humans tend to develop big problems as they age. So keep everything for yourself and don't regret anything. The curious will get bored eventually and leave you alone, you just have to hold on for now.

Swapfell Sans - Well, he already deals with a lot of money himself and he learned to avoid all the traps that inevitably follow, so he's your best man in this situation. Nox teaches you what you have to be careful of and how to push away the vultures that will try to suck you like vampires. You decide what you want to do with that money and don't care too much about what people will say. He tells you that the first thing you need though is some vacations to recover from the shock, relax a little and get away from all the people asking things from you.

Swapfell Papyrus - Well, he's not the one you should talk about with. If you listen to Rus, you would open a private fast food for him that serves only nuggets so he could be fed all day. So he redirects you towards his brother, who is clearly more educated on these subjects and can help you with that.

Fellswap Gold Sans - I mean, if you don't know what to do of the money, you could give it to him so he can have more funds to take control of the country or something. What? What do you mean that seems like a terrible idea? He's 100% reliable, he doesn't understand why you're hesitating so much. Wine is a full part of your problem lol, maybe don't ask him for help.

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - Well, since one of your biggest problem is Wine, Coffee is a bit lost about what to do. He would love to help you, but he doesn't want to disappoint his brother either so he has his butt stuck between two chairs. He's not sure what to do and it's stressing him as much as you. It was better when you didn't have all that money.

[chronicbeans]

Wicked vs Barbie Marketing

Just so everybody knows this isn't necessarily a CRITICISM of either movie's marketing, but I just realized something! Both the Barbie Movie and Wicked had semi similar marketing strategies, but nobody really complained about Barbie's as much as Wicked's. I'm sure people complained, but it wasn't as much as I've seen for Wicked. So, I thought I'd write something, because I think I might've figured out why that might be, or at least a part of why.

Also, I'm a bit sick with a fever and my mind is constantly scattered, so this might not be that organized. I'm actually partly writing this to distract myself from my headache. Sorry if it's hard to understand at times!

So, for transparency, I haven't seen Wicked or Barbie. I couldn't afford to go to Barbie and I just wasn't interested in Wicked. I haven't seen the Wicked musical or book, either. This is entirely about the marketing campaigns and is trying to be as unbiased about the actual movies because... well, I haven't seen them.

However, for the marketing, I will say my thoughts on it because it does have importance to the point I'm trying to make. I felt like I completely avoided the Barbie marketing campaign, while I was a bit annoyed by the Wicked campaign. The keyword there was felt. I was completely fine with the Barbie movie ads and collabs being on my feed and didn't even notice it, but was very annoyed when everything turned pink and green for Wicked.

To try to sum up my feelings on the Wicked campaign, the best I can say is that I just grew very tired very quickly. It wasn't the dramas surrounding the movie, either. I just grew tired of Wicked shoes, Wicked food, Wicked soap, Wicked everything! It felt like something I wasn't interested in was being forced onto me. Because of that, I think I actually feel less inclined to see the movie (which sucks, because I hear it's good and I'm just not able to afford to go watch a musical and the book doesn't interest me). I never felt that way with Barbie and haven't seen these sorts of complaints, but I think I figured out why.

It wasn't that Barbie's marketing was less aggressive, for a lack of a better term. It's that most people are used to Barbie marketing. Barbie has been a toy like for a long time, so people know her! As a 2000's kid, I remember walking into the girl's toy aisle and a good half of the items there were Barbie branded. We are used to Barbie make-up, Barbie hair accessories, Barbie clothes and even Barbie foods because it's been around for so long! A lot of people have Barbie nostalgia, have watched the animated movies and such... Barbie is just a thing that's been in the background, in a way?

It wasn't that I avoided the Barbie movie campaign, it's just that I was so used to the Barbie brand being aggressive in it's marketing and collabs I didn't even notice it. However, I hadn't even heard of Wicked before outside of Twisted being a Starkid parody of it the musical. I'm pretty sure that Wicked is a lot more niche compared to Barbie, and before the movie, was mostly something that a lot of people into musicals know about more than the average person. So, when Wicked started using a similar marketing strategy, it felt a lot more obvious. It's something a much smaller group of people would know about despite the musical and book being out for a long while, so a lot of people's first exposure to Wicked was this campaign, and it seemed like it was being pushed heavily. If not, more heavily marketed than the Barbie Movie, despite that not necessarily being the case.

In short, I think people were just more desensitized to Barbie than Wicked, and more people have an attachment to Barbie than Wicked. So, people either didn't notice how aggressively Barbie was being marketed or if they did, they didn't care. Meanwhile, with Wicked, people aren't as attached and aren't used to Wicked being marketed like this. So, the reactions were very different.

Personally, I think I'm getting a bit more relaxed about Wicked's marketing now that I've realized this. I still won't see the movie since the premise just isn't something that interests me, but I'm no longer irritated whenever I see something silly, like "Wicked Mac and Cheese". Now I just laugh at it instead of rolling my eyes, which I guess means that Wicked has brought me some joy in my own way. Maybe not through the movie, but for some good laughs.

[dr-spectre]

Okay so this rant is gonna be mildly nsfw. So if you are a minor DONT LOOK! OKAY?! GET OUT! I DONT WANT MINORS TO LOOK AT THIS SHIT!!!! THIS IS FOR 18+ ONLY!

Im gonna be talking about an issue when it comes to a subset of people in the Splatoon community. So yeah, MINORS! LEAVE!!!!!

Go on... leave....

Imma be real, a fair amount of the straight male fans in the Splatoon community who constantly sexualise all the women in the series need to realize that characters like Marina and Shiver would never get with you and you wouldn't be able to handle them either. You would not be able to handle Marina's hour long autistic rambles about excavators and machinery, and if you judged her for her interests because your pp is getting soft listening to her, she would despise you and not have sex with a random dude like you. She is not eye candy. She is not some slab of meat to go "AWOOOGGA HUMNA HUMNA HUMNA!" at. She's a dorky girl who has nerdy interests and is canonically a lesbian, not some bimbo to get looked at like a toy for your eyeballs. Sorry to burst your bubble.

You would probably HATE Shiver if you met her, i guarantee it. Marie as well, you would probably find her annoying and not vibe with her snarky personality despite you wanting to do bad things to her because you only see her as flesh for your pleasure. Marie hates and makes fun of ""fans"" like you. Sorry to tell ya. If you see Marie as some dommy mommy then I'm gonna have to ask you to get the fuck out of my sight dude. If you sexualise Callie too and make her some weird lustful woman who wants sex all the time, I will fucking murder you idc.

You would crumble to dust and get rejected SOOOOO fast by women who look and act like them. I'm telling you. Or they would run away from you so fast because you smell terrible.

Start thinking with your head and not the small head downstairs.

Listen, we get it, they are attractive, but don't make it your whole personality and say how much you wanna f them and use nsfw art of them in thumbnails and discussions (you can figure out which youtuber I'm talking about here...)

I say that stuff as a joke at 1am at night and 99.9% of the time i talk about how wonderful their personalities and stories are. I ain't going "ZAMN!!!" over these characters because I'm not THAT big of a loser.

Marina being so passionate and giddy about her interests is one of the reasons why i like her so much. Marie being so relatable is why i like her, Shiver being such a silly girlfailure who's funny is why i like her, not because of their hips ffs. That's like the last thing on my mind when i think about these amazing characters.

As a straight male myself, you guys gotta do better, i don't wanna be grouped up with the rest of you horny lot that needs some fresh air. I'm not talking about all heterosexual men in the fanbase obviously, i'm not that kind of person where i hate on an entire group of people and I go "those friggen straights ruined the series!!!" Like the people who say that are half true but not every straight guy in the community is a horny lustful mess you know? And i am a straight guy myself but... I hate getting piled up with the creepy fans who lust over these women. Like we don't wanna hear you thirst over them and if you are gonna say something a bit more nsfw AT LEAST BE CREATIVE WITH IT! OR BE REALLY PATHETIC ABOUT IT TO WHERE IT'S FUNNY!

It's also so telling on how you probably treat women as well. I wouldn't be surprised if you have never been close to a woman, friendship or relationship wise. Sex and looks ain't all the end all be all of relationships, if you can't understand that then good luck finding a girl who will actually like you and even think about doing it with you.

I've never been in a relationship before AND EVEN I KNOW THAT!!!!! HOW SAD IS THAT?! The single and alone dude understands relationships better than you.

Be better and go outside for a change. Get a hobby, or something idfk.

[mrsrookhunt]

Heya, can i ask 🤡🤡🤡

Sigma, Mushitaro and Jouno with a s/o who has really bad memory, i mean REALLY BAD 😨

Idk jus a random though dont write if u dont want to lololol

Ooh a quick one for today ♡♡

Writing from experience oof-

The BSD Men with an S/O with bad memory

Sigma

Sigma's exasperated with you. He, himself, knows he has some flaws in his mental process, but yours go above and beyond.

He can tell you to leave the dishwasher open five seconds before you're done an you'll still close it. He can ask you to do a simple task for him at the Casino and it just... doesn't get done.

He doesn't mind that you're forgetful, but after awhile it severely annoys him. He tries to ignore it but it really is such a big problem. Once, you stuttered trying to remember his name, and he just about cried.

He, however, found a loophole for you; if he set up a regular reminder note widget on your phone, you would be annoyed enough to get to things before the alarm went off again. It certainly took the weight off Sigma's shoulders.

Even if you didn't remember to leave the dishwasher open, or press the clothes, as long as you were still getting your major tasks done he wasn't bothered.

Mushitaro Oguri

Just kill him... Is what he would say, if he didn't want to hurt your feelings.

Mushi runs a tight ship on a strict schedule, and when you can't remember to brush your teeth before bed or take your medications, he has to bear that load, and he is not happy about it.

He nags you incessantly to figure out a way to remember by yourself, but when his harshness makes you tear up he regrets his words immediately. He knows you can't help it, but it does truly annoy him. If you could take even an ounce of initiative to try working on it, he would be happy, even if it didn't work.

Jouno Saigiku

You've annoyed him to death with this from day one.

He constantly gripes and groans about your terrible memory skills, spitting firey one-liners and spewing argument fuel everytime he has to find something so basic for you.

If you have terrible memory skills when it comes to remembering things about him, fights are going to break out.

How could you possibly forget his birthday? When yours came around he at least bought you a cake. Coming home to apology cuddles for remembering far too late felt like a stab in the chest.

You better have something to make up for this deficient. If you could just remember to do something nice for him occasionally, out of the good of your heart rather than a timeline, it will ease the issue.

Eventually, he gets used to it. But being the temperamental man he is, this is an issue always plaguing him.

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May 26th, 2023

I finished school today, so I'll be around more :D

-Kaori

[eldritch-bf]

Herbert West identity related headcanons:

ftm (obviously) gay and demi

if he’s 24 in 1985 then he was born in 1961 oof

I’m also using some info from the novelization as canon so he is Canadian and his parents died in a chemical fire in the house when he was 12-13

was forced to take ballet when be was 5-10 (something Jeffry Combs joked about in the commentary from Bride)

his parents were neglectful of him and didn’t really care about him wanting to have short hair or boy clothes plus they chalked it up to his presumably undiagnosed autism

realized he felt weird about the older boy in the foster home (13-18) but didn’t really understand it; mostly he is jealous when girls take away the boy’s attention; closest friend he ever had as they were alone together but Herbert knew he could never act on it so he kept those feelings to himself

he wants sex but only from someone he’s emotionally connected with which itself is rare and at the same time intellectually he considers sex to be debasing, while also being curious about the sensation and knowing the benefits of the chemicals produced during orgasm

this is coupled with the fact that at least before starting T any thought of sex or masturbation made him extremely dysphoric and repulsed so his whole relationship with sex is very complicated

he is deeply repulsed by femininity bc it reminds him of his childhood spend as his agab and the stupid gender norms his parents thrust upon him including dismissing him being a scientist just because he had the wrong parts

he is canonically annoyed by pretty much all sounds and I suspect higher pitched sounds including women’s voices are worse; lower register sounds like thunder and men’s voices can be calming to him

upon moving from Canada to the U.S. as a student at NYU he used his new name on everything and making a clean break from his old identity was a big reason why he picked a different country to study in

hated NYU and the only good thing was it was easy to synthesize testosterone

T made him so fucking horny and also eviscerated his dysphoria; man was cranking it fucking constantly for a year straight and did some of his best work before moving to Switzerland for 3 years

Dr Gruber immediately figured out what his deal was but didn’t say anything and just treated him normal and for that Herbert was extremely devoted to him; Dr Gruber also did his top surgery in Switzerland despite having never done such an operation before

Dr Gruber was the one and only member of his support system the only person who knew everything about him and understood him and accepted him, losing him was a devastating blow and Herbert decided he would keep himself closed off

Also Dr Gruber didn’t have anyone either and adored Herbert and according to the book fucking left Herbert his money when he died which paid for his tuition and moving costs etc

if I didn’t genuinely like the father/son dynamic they have, I would absolutely say he was fucking that old man

So he was cool and clipped to Dan when he first met him and when he moved in trying to keep Dan at arm’s length away but he saw how smart and hardworking Dan was and he knew how difficult it was to conduct this research alone and he desperately wanted the company

and Dan reminded him a lot of the first boy he ever had a crush on and it would give him a certain satisfaction to vicariously have his first crush through Dan yet also knowing that Dan is way better than the idiot teen boy he was in the foster home with who never gave him the time of day; he’s also pleased with the idea of dragging Dan (normal, supposedly heterosexual, law-abiding) down with him; he’s pulling the brightest kindest handsomest hardest working med student out of Miskatonic into his orbit and making Dan’s life revolve around him

literally “look at the bad bitch I pulled by being a little freak” absolute nightmare Herbert West takes personal pleasure in ruining sweaterboy Daniel Cain’s life

the chaos of everything they do is so much more important that when Dan finds out Herbert is trans and gay it doesn’t even phase him.

(Daniel Cain is bisexual and basically decided it was just easier to be pretend to be straight and get a girlfriend so he ignored his feelings for men. But now with Herbert he doesn’t have to.)

he is completely shocked by sex with Dan however despite knowing that Dan is experienced he was not prepared nor was Dan prepared for how awkward yet demanding the virginal Herbert West would be, yelling at him one moment before becoming cock stupid the next

[karlachismylife]

Happy New Year

I am writing this in advance, since by my midnight I'll be sitting with my mum at our New Year table, watching Карнавальная ночь (a soviet New Year movie) and toasting. I just have a lot to say.

I apologize for being so absent lately, especially to people I basically ghosted. Past few weeks were hard, and your support meant to me a lot, but at some point I figured not responding was better than pretending I felt so much better than I actually did. Truth is, even the kindest words, no matter how much love you put in them, did nothing to pull me out of this pit. If anything, I harboured resentment towards your hopeful messages, which isn't your fault, obviously, but I know myself and I would have just lashed out on you. When you deserve only my love and gratitude.

My troop, my nikprice comrades, my darling readers and supporters - I would not have made it through these last months without you. COD fandom became my main gift this year. I am once again a lucky gorilla, and only God knows what I did to deserve this.

Last three days I have been constantly crying and looking out of my window with the most grim thoughts. But today I woke up with a much lighter heart. I wish it happened at least yesterday so I could write a better message to you all, respong to missed messages, but it is what it is and I am typing this between chopping salads for dinner with mum and taking a much-needed shower.

Even skies took pity on me and gifted me a gift I've been wanting to receive for weeks - a real, proper December snowfall. I want to share this winter wonder with you all.

And there is one person I will address after these pictures. @nrdmssgs I hope I have not yet become a bother to you, but I am not a person that can hold such things in. The letter below is just a fraction of my heart when I want to give it whole to you.

I don't know how to express this without coming onto too strongly, and I hope it will not scare you away, but I just need you to know, you are my New Year wonder. I have been feeling the "loneliness in a crowd" even here, there are dozens of people that accept me here, which is a fucking lot, but as my short time here passed, I realized that you are the one that actually gets me. I must be annoying with the constant "cultural code" jokes, and I am sure we are quite different people, but we do share something I had previously no one to share with. Bad or good, it is not for me to decide, but I am sure you understand.

From the moment I saw the opening of Nikolai and Zhar's story, I felt something I couldn't put in words - until you did. That yearning for a connection. You helped me realize a lot of things about myself in a very short time, and as someone with no sense of self or my own personality, I found an anchor in the reappearing thoughts "oh, they get it". You get it. You know it. You feel it. You understand me, and in the last weeks, when it felt like no one actually hears me (despite many listening and trying to hear), you were the one that heard me.

Fuck, it feels stupid to write this. But I have never actually been scared to do stupid things. So here is my love confession, the kind of love that grows inside grey walls of panel buildings, old carpets on walls, poorly tuned guitar strings and white books with Strugatskie's surnames on the covers.

I will write a separate love letter under that Nikto piece, pointing out every word and phrase that ripped tears out of me as I read and re-read it last night and this morning. But if last night I started crying on the second paragraph, today, when I woke up with a suddenly new found will to live at least another day, there was just one sentence that broke me again in the best way possible.

Обижают тебя тут?

Not anymore. Not while I can hold your hand through this nightmare.

If I could abandon everything and become a loyal dog at your feet or the wind in your curtains, I would. I doubt there is a way to repay for saving one's life so graciously and firmly.

Thank you. For hearing me. For existing. For gifting me the song that was taken from me. I sincerely hope I can stay by your side in the new year too.

My heart is full of [_].

Juju

[that-one-weird-kid-from-school]

Jevil and Spamton style swap

(Please, read further below!)

This is a fun idea that I had that if a darker enters a different dark world than their original one, they have to change their designs to fit in that dark world so that they don't turn into stone; I want to explain this in further detail in a future post, but the only thing that matters right now is that I'm redesigning Jevil to fit the style of Ciber Citty and Spamton to fit the style of Card Kingdom.

What I mean by "fit the style of" I will show you with our first case: Jevil.

Jevil is originally from the Card Kingdom, whose darkners are all based on toys; we all know that; it makes sense; that is the Card Kingdom's style, but the Cyber City residents are all based on computer programs, this type of Cyber City stile does not suit Jevil, so we'll have to change his design for him to fit in better.

Now, the first thing that we have to do is take the object that Jevil is based on, the Joker card, and see if it compares to something similar within computers; sadly, it does not.

Yes, there is the infamous Windows Solitaire, which is a basis for cards, but tragically, there is no Joker card in Windows Solitaire, so if he was in the Cyber City, he could not be the Joker card.

This is our starting point.

The problem is that Jevil looks very ugly so we need to loophole our way into giving him the jester stuff.

An idea that I really like is replacing his jester collar with a stack of CDs, I think that it looks really cool.

Amazing, now, let's fix the problem with him being bald.

Don't worry, I have figured out a way of adding his hat without really adding his hat, and that is by making his new hat hate him.

This new hat is not his size, it hates listening to him, never sits centred, always blocks at least partially his eyes, and if you missed bald Jevil, don't worry because it constantly falls off of him.

It would be really annoying to wear this hat, the only reason why he keeps it is because he hates the look of himself without a hat.

Now for the interesting part: if he can't be based on the Joker card anymore, then what can he be based on?

We will have to put computer programs that fit his personality, I think that the little joke programs that you use to prank your friends, the best use of the idea that I have is the classic "You are an idiot" trojan; I referenced that by making his face very similar to the one of "You are an idiot".

His whiter face and his round mouth and eyes might not be clear to some people that this is a reference, but it's really obvious when he laughs that it references the black and white switch from the original one because his face inverts colours every time he says "ha".

And with that, there are no more prank programs that I can think of, I seriously can't remember any, if you know a pretty iconic\well known prank program then let me know, I don't mind giving Jevil an update, I don't accept shock websites, thou.

But I can't end it here, barely feeding Jevil, so I'll add tiny references to chaotic little programs that fit with Jevil.

The first extra reference that I want to add is Shimojis; Shimojis are little creatures that can move around your desktop and annoy you, the annoying part fits Jevil in itself, but I really like how the Shimojis break the restrictions of a normal pop-up window and do whatever they want within your desktop, I admire that.

Shimojis don't have a specific look to them, so instead I'm referencing the mouse that Shimojis interact with; I made the end of his tail an arrow.

Shush, you did not see this in the animation earlier, you are mistaken.

Also, a quick one that I don't want to give much time to; the bored button is a chaotic little website and I'm putting it at the back of Jevil's sick jacket; it's at the back, no one sees it, but it's still there.

But something that people might be interested in is that Jevil is still himself a card, so I need to reference Windows Solitaire in some way, so I made a clever little move by making his neck a deck of cards and so when his head pops pout, it will jump around the screen like the Windows Solitaire one.

A lot of people forget about his spring neck.

Last thing that I want to add before I go to Spamton is that Jevil. instead of transforming into a scythe, he transforms into a hook knife, I think that it fits better in the futuristic Cyber City.

And now we go to Spamton.

Spamton was a more difficult case because his design is so simple, there are less things to change, I'm pretty sure that some people won't be happy to see his redesign.

But let's not get over ourselves here, the first thing that we need to do is to take the object that Spamton is based on and see if it compares to Card Kingdom's toy style.

Spamton is based on spam mail and puppets; puppets, perfect, but let's take a closer look at the spam one:

Spam email-email, email like mail, mail is made of paper, can we combine paper and puppets? Yes, we can, there are paper puppets, and we can reference them by adding little brads to his joints.

I'm sticking to the mail theme by putting him in a little mailman outfit.

And I'm changing the details to his face by giving him a haircut, making his cheeks square to contrast with the new circles and adding a comically small mailman hat.

And that is kind of it, there is nothing else that I have changed; in reality, I changed a lot of Spamton's design elements, but he has so little of them that it feels boring compared to Jevil.

Well, what's done is done and now it's time for the final reveal; time for us to see what Jevil and Spamton look like within each other's dark world:

Well, that was interesting; if you found this interesting, it would be kind of you if you shared because you can guess that it took a bit of time.

I would be very interested if you have something to say, and if you like that idea but want to put your own interpretation of these characters (Spamton really needs the creativity of someone who knows more about him) or want to try this out on other characters, feel free to try this out, it's a pretty simple idea, I won't take credit for it, I just think that it would be interesting if someone saw this and got curious.

Okay, enough of the end-of-video talk, goodbye.