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[upgradewater]

Say it ain't so! You caught a Super Saiy-Ant!

[julianalvarez9]

if we ever broke up / mason mount

summary: a conversation shared between two lovers in the past and the cruel reality of where things stand now.

pairing: mason mount x footballer!reader

warning: this is all fake!!!!! especially the fabrizio tweets please keep this in mind 😭 i hated doing that so much

author's note: me not making anything for mason and then two fics in 24 hours 😂 tittle inspired by the song if we ever broke up by royal sadness.

wc: 430 words (it's short, so i added a socmed au too :))

fc: esme morgan.

"what would you do if we ever broke up?".

the topic mason brought to bed isn't what you would normally expect, so it raises suspicions. "why are you thinking about it?" you laugh, still drawing circles in his bare skin. he laughs a bit too, and since your head is resting on his chest, your whole upper half vibrates with him until his laughter dies off.

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"ben just broke up with his girl," he explains, and you get off him, instead supporting your weight with your arm on the pillow by his side, positioning yourself better to see his face. your brows are furrowed in preoccupation, since ben is practically your best friend at this point, and you weren't aware that he was going through this. "he's okay, don't worry," he smiled reassuringly, palm going to your cheek and caressing it in a soft and loving gesture.

"it's just, he's thinking about renovating his whole house, getting another dog, i don't know. made me think of what i would do if we ever broke up".

your eyebrows go up now, clearly interested in the topic. "and what would you do?" you ask, genuinely curious about it. "i don't know to be honest. if you broke up with me, i'd try to get you back" mason shrugs, and you roll your eyes, clearly displeased with his answer since he isn't really answering your question. "that's off the table".

"i don't know! maybe changing my hair?" he says unconvincingly, taking his hand that was previously resting on your cheek to sort out his hair. you like this hair on mason the best, with the top of his hair fluffy and the sides just a little bit faded out. not too much, though. "no! i would hate that," you pout, and he's looking at you with the biggest smirk on his face, shaking his head in disbelief, remembering that you almost broke down crying when he buzzed it last summer. "i love your hair like it is".

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"maybe that's the whole point, no?" he questions, and your face sours in confusion. "what?" you ask, only to answer yourself the second after. "doing things i'd hate? like some sort of revenge?". mason lifts his palms up, like a kid that needs to prove his innocence. "i don't know!".

"if that's the goal, you going to united would definitely put you on the black list," you laugh, and the topic ends with a peck on his lips, and you settling down into your spot on his chest again, finally tired enough to sleep the night.

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[papercorgiworld]

Nifflers steal money, Ominis steals hearts

Post-Hogwarts Ominis

You meet Ominis at a fancy party.

Bill gets you in trouble, you’re a bit of an idiot and Ominis is a sweet but sneaky Slytherin.

A/N: Apologies for the cheesy tittle. Word count: 962. Sebastian fic coming up next.

“Ominis, just have a look around and pick whoever you like. No one is going to say no to someone like you.” Ominis forced a smile, nodded and turned on his heels. He was annoyed by everything that strange uncle of his had just said. “Have a look around” he mumbled frustrated as he looked for a way outside of the ballroom. Someone like me he sighed, what’s that even supposed to mean? Finally he found a door that led outside. The fresh air and silence made him relax. His shoulders dropped and he loosened his tie.

His parents had given him a list of what they expected him to find tonight. Someone who’s wealthy, good looking, well connected, and no beast lover or muggle-hugger. Nothing on that list mattered to him. Part of him just wanted the exact opposite just to finally be free of his family. However, with Anne gone, Sebastian on a warpath and his family as disturbing as ever Ominis was in desperate need of someone. He knew this. So part of him was hoping to find someone interesting.

He dropped his head and remembered the glas of alcohol he was holding. He brought the glass to his lips and downed it all at once. This was going to be a long night. He sighed and turned on his heels to head back inside.

“Give it back!” Suddenly Ominis turned to where the call came from. He quickly realised that it wasn’t meant for him. Somewhere further in the gardens someone was arguing. “You can’t just steal things! What are you even doing here! Give it back! Who’s is this even?” Ominis followed the voice and when he arrived he heard a heavy sigh. “You know in how much trouble we are.” Clearly whoever was stressing hadn’t noticed him.

Ominis immediately noticed that even though this person was obviously stressed out, there was still something so gentle about the way they argued. This is probably why Ominis kindly offered help. “Can I help? You seem to be in some sort of trouble?” Now you led out a shocked gasp. Busted. Panic struck you like lighting. “Uhm…uh…” Was all you could manage to say. “I heard something was stolen.” Ominis said as he took a step closer. “Yes! But I will return everything he took! I promise! He means no harm.” Everything you said sounded like a desperate plea not to get mad.

Ominis was very confused at this point. “The thief is with you?” Only just now Ominis noticed that there was indeed someone else. You had jumped in front of them when you noticed Ominis. You were protecting a thief. Ominis frowned when again you only produced stutters instead of words. He took a few steps closer to try and sense more about who was behind you.

“Is that a Niffler?” Ominis asked a little shocked. Now you were definitely panicking. Your eyes widened and out of reflex you tried to explain everything in one breath. “He must have falen asleep in my bag and I did’t check. And. And. It’s the shiny things. He can’t help himself. It’s a Niffler. He doesn’t know what stealing is. It’s my fault! I should have checked my bag.” Ominis smiled at the ranting and the obvious panic in your voice. He was just about to reassure you, when you continue. “Are you blind?” After only a moment of silence, you confirmed it yourself. “You’re blind!” You said relieved. “Bye! Come on Bill.” You yelled as you snatched your Niffler and ran opposite of Ominis.

“Really?” Ominis said to himself. He was a little annoyed by your approach of the situation, but he was also amused by you. You were definitely the most interesting thing around. He smiled smugly as he remembered exactly what kind of magic surrounded you, how you smelled and how your voice sounded. He would easily find you. Ominis returned to the party with confidence. He got himself a drink. After some small talk here and there, he finally found you. He followed your voice and when he heard you laugh for the first time his heart skipped a beat.

Ominis took a sip and put his glass on a table as he walked up to you with a small smile. “Care for a dance?” He said as he laid his hand on your lower back. Ominis smirked without shame as he felt your body tense as a new wave of panic hit you. This was a little mean of him. Surrounded by people you had no choice but to say yes out fear that he might spill your secret.

“Yes.” You finally said with a shaky voice. Ominis led you to the dance floor. He pulled you a little closer than necessary, simply because he could. Though, he quickly felt the need to reassure you. He was a Slytherin and a Gaunt, he knew how to play games like these and he did enjoy the control he had over you, but felt no need to abuse it any further. “I won’t tell anyone about… Bill? Was it right?” You stared at his face for a moment. You notice he was sincere and relaxed a bit. “Thank you. That is very kind of you.” You said sheepishly. Ominis smiled and you relaxed even more. “It’s Ominis Gaunt? Right?” You asked quietly, almost a whisper. “Yes.” Ominis answered as he worried about how she knew and what she might think of him.

After a moment of silence you speak up, hesitation in your voice. “About me running away earlier. I’m sorry that was rather rude. I’m normally a nice person, but I panicked. So, uh, sorry.” Ominis smiles as he listens and slowly falls in love.

[redheadloverr]

Asking them to be “flings”

i have no other way to really tittle this idea but heres the concept;

randomly hitting genshin boys up (separately ofc!) saying you want a ‘fling’ and you end up confessing to them!

gn!reader x anemo boys!

quick A/N! I’ll check grammar/misspellings later, also trying a new style to my blogs so pls let me know if you like this style better! <3

Heizou

at first he thought you were joking. he completely laughs in your face, unaware that this would be something you’d actually want.

“you’re funny, y/n.” he says with a chuckle, ignoring you and going back to his work. after he realizes you’re serious, he looks up at you examining your expression.

“you’re serious?” he asks, still examining you. you nod at him and he continues. “we’ll, I’m not opposed to that idea. I never thought you’d be the type to ask something like that, though. so tell me, what’s your motive?”

you stare at him shyly, not knowing what to say. you couldn’t just tell him you had a crush on him this whole time and that you only want to hook up because you’re too scared to get rejected by him.

he notices your long pause and continues, trying to tease you. “don’t tell me you have a crush on me~”

you stiffen. you know he’s teasing you yet the thought that he may or may not know is eating you up inside. you’re unable to speak, your cheeks turn a light pink.

“is that the case?” he asks you firmly, trying to read your face before continuing.

you weakly nod and wait for his reaction. he closes his eyes, thinking for a moment.

“if that’s the case, I don’t want to be ‘flings’.” he says, finally looking at you. “if you want to date, I’m more than happy to oblige.”

you two smile at each other before setting up dinner plans for later that evening. you feel so happy you could die!

Kazuha

“no.” he says seconds after you ask him, completely crushing you.

you awkwardly turn to leave the room when he reaches for your hand.

“wait-“ he pauses, “don’t ask anyone else, though.”

“I won’t, I only wanted to do it with you” you’re immediately shocked that you’d even confess something like that to kazuha of all people. you cover your mouth, turning away from him to hide your embarrassment.

he turns his head, confused at you. “what do you mean, Y/N? why only with me?”

you take a deep breath before speaking. “I like you kazuha, I’ve liked you for a while now. I didn’t know how to tell you so I thought maybe I would just ask if you’d want to hook up and maybe something will happen out of that..” you were rambling at this point.

he silently nods while listening to you, his expression not changing once. when you finish talking, he smiles at you. “you should’ve said that from the beginning. I don’t do those ‘flings’ but I’d be more than happy to take you out for dinner and see where things go from there.” his smile is warm and genuine. he gently pats your head before he speaks again. “are you free this weekend? I know a spot.”

Scaramouche

he drops what he’s doing and gives you a death stare, sending shivers down your spine. “excuse me?”

you flinch a little at his words, not knowing what else to say. “repeat yourself.” he says firmly. you tell him again, in a smaller voice.

“I thought that was what you said.” he said with a sigh. “what’s your reasoning? you’re not the type that usually asks me for such a.. request.” he looks you up at down trying to read you.

“well.. I just.. I like you.” you say shyly, almost scared.

“what?” he stares at you again, but he stares at you a lot softer.

“I like you, I’ve been trying to confess to you for a while now but you just never got the hits.. I know you hook up with people casually so I thought maybe I could try that route instead.” you go on, rambling.

“stop.” he says, and you tighten up. “you like me?” he asks. you shyly nod. “are you sure?” he says, more so asking himself.

“of course I’m sure!” you say, wondering why he would even ask that. he takes a moment to process everything.

“I like you too.” he says, now shyly. “I didn’t think you’d like someone like.. someone like me.” he says.

you chuckle, “of course you’d say that! you’re far more than just your title and your past, scara. I want to get to know every side of you.”

he shyly moves closer to you, holding your hands, looking at them. “thank you.” he says before he looks up at you and smiles.

Venti

venti giggles at you, shaking his head. “oh Y/N, I know you’re way too innocent to ever want to have a ‘fling’ with someone randomly.” he holds your hand, looking into your eyes. “so, why all of a sudden have you asked for such a thing?”

venti was so good at reading you he knew, he didn’t even have to look at you to know this isn’t the type of thing you’d ever do. you felt like you had no choice but to be honest with him. making up a lie wouldn’t help this situation.

you take a deep breath, “venti, I have a crush on you.” you look at him, waiting for a response before continuing.

he nods, waiting for you to keep talking, so you do. “I didn’t know how to bring it up, I thought this would be the best way to ease my way in..”

he sighs, placing his hand on your shoulder. “oh Y/N. you should’ve just told me, it would’ve been a lot less more embarrassing on your part and a lot easier.” he walks towards a tree, patting the ground next to him, hinting you sit next to him.

you take a seat next to him as he continues. “I have no clue why you decided to ask me that of all things, but I’m glad it wasn’t the reasons most people ask others for such a thing.” he smiles at you, holding your hand. “with that being said, I like you too. I don’t know when I started liking you, but I did and I still do. you amaze me everyday, even now. If I had to spend the rest of a lifetime with someone, you’d be my first choice.” he looks at you, waiting for you’re response now.

your cheeks turn a deep red shade. he chuckled at your reaction. he leans over saying “I hope we can be more than friends after this” before moving your head towards him, kissing you.

Xiao

xiao has no words, he just stares at you. dumbfounded. he couldn’t believe you had just said that, and he couldn’t believe he was blushing because you said that. he blinks before asking you “can you say that again? I don’t think I heard you right?”

you shyly nod, repeating the same request you had asked him just a couple seconds ago. he covers his mouth, looking around to see if anyone was around.

“why? who put you up to this?” he seems a bit angry, annoyed. he grabs your wrist, and takes you to a private area.

“no one put me up to this!” you tell xiao as he continues to pull you along with him. “I’m the only one who made myself say that, and now I regret saying anything at all.” he stops walking and looks back at you.

“why did you say it then?” he says eager to know the reason. “I like you, xiao. I didn’t know how to tell you so I thought maybe this could help me a little? It was dumb I know but..” “It’s not dumb!” he cuts you off, “I think it’s kind of cute, and I’m flattered you would.. like me” he says the last part shyly

“of course I like you, xiao. I’ve liked you for a while now, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me..” you say shyly

he smiles, “and you’re the best thing that’s happened to me as well. but please, don’t scare me like that again.” you both chuckle.

“would you like to go out later today?”

[zafirosreverie]

"Would you go out with me?…I meant romantically" (Lovecraft x F!Reader)/(Poe x F!Reader)

for @stygianoir hope you like it!

H.P. Lovecraft:

He's been here for a long, long time, but he wasn't really interested in humans beyond the occasional sacrifices and tributes. There was nothing the human race could teach him, they didn't bring anything new, not even amusing for him. Until he met you.

He had been with the Guild for a long time, following orders, no matter how bloodthirsty or inhumane (after all, what did he care about the moral laws of a society that would soon disappear like so many others?), simply waiting for his contract to end so he could go back to sleep at the bottom of the ocean. But then you joined the Guild, and everything changed.

You were kind, gentle, a little distracted and radiated a pure and innocent aura, one that inevitably caught his attention. You know what they say, the darkness is always attracted to the light. He tried to approach you, the only important thing humanity had created, he needed to be near you, like a moth to the light, but it wasn't easy, you were just as shy or shyer than Alcott and Poe, which was saying a lot, and Lovecraft could see that his presence made you nervous.

However, he also felt that you weren't afraid of him, you just didn't know how to approach him. So he followed you around like a stray cat, waiting for you to get used to his presence. It wasn't his brightest move, nor the most dignified, but for an evil and ancient god, the prize often mattered more than the means, and you were definitely the prize he had longed for the most in his long, long existence.

Finally, after many months, you gave him the chance to make his move that he had been waiting for. He witnessed Twain's attempts to woo you, and although it bothered him, he had never done anything about it because you didn't really seem interested. Until one afternoon you went to him for help, saying how those flirtations and advances were really bothering you and that you wished the other man would stop. That's when Lovecraft decided to intervene, mark his territory and let the world know that you were the one to whom the eldritch horror would hand over his existence.

Listen, you knew he wasn't one for soft or cheesy talk, he just told you what he thought, direct and without embellishment and you had gotten used to it, you even appreciated his direct way of speaking because then you didn't need to try to read him or find out if the things he told you were true or if he was just being nice (you already knew he had a soft spot for you).

That's why he surprised you when one afternoon, while you sat in your study drawing, with Lovecraft's head in your lap, he opened his eyes suddenly and looked into your soul.

"Would you be my human?" he asked

"Huh?!" You blinked in confusion "I-I...I'm sure John already took that tittle"

Lovecraft frowned, as if the very idea was ridiculous and you were pretty sure he was judging you, even though his face showed no further emotion. You cleared your throat as an idea began to form in your mind, one that you really wanted to be true, but that you didn't dare say out loud.

"I mean-...you already have humans, what about the rest of the Guild? Or the people who still worship you?"

"They're not my humans" he said, as if it was something obvious "they're humans that I tolerate around me"

"You toletare me too?" you smiled a little, even as you felt your face blushing.

"I don't tolerate you. I actively seek your company" he corrected.

"…coming from you, I feel like that's an immense honor" you said sincerely, letting one of your hands caress his hair.

"It is" he replied, closing his eyes again.

You stayed silent for a while, your drawing already forgotten and abandoned while you simply looked at the impassive face of the man in your lap. Just when you thought he had fallen back asleep, you heard a soft whisper that you weren't sure if it was in your mind or he had actually said it.

"Would you be MY human?"

Clear images flashed through your mind, confirming the thought you had earlier. There was no mistaking the intentions of the horror in your arms, and as you timidly whispered a yes, you could feel as if an ancient, inhuman force surrounded you, warm and protective. The pact had been closed.

Edgar Allan Poe:

"Did she say yes again?"

Poe sighed as he sat next to Francis at the bar at the Guild base. It wasn't that they were close, he wasn't even completely sure he liked the man, but he was the only one in the organization who really had any notions of love and romantic relationships, so he was the only one who could help in his attempts to woo you.

The poor man hadn't been able to stop thinking about you from the moment he saw you. After all, you were the only reason he agreed to join the new Guild. After the disaster in Yokohama and Fitzgerald's surprising resurgence, the blonde had contacted his former employees again, in an attempt to regain the original strength of the Guild or even make it stronger.

As expected, some didn't accept. Steinbeck basically gave the man the middle finger, while Mitchell had decided to return home despite her embarrassment at not being able to regain the family's honor, and Montgomery had not even been considered for it. By the time Alcott had gone to look for him, they only had Melville, Twain, and herself on board (and Poe was sure that Herman had simply accepted out of a strange paternal sense toward Fitzgerald).

For a moment he had decided to reject the offer and wash his hands of Guild, but Louisa had asked him to at least just go see the new base, so that Francis would see that she had at least tried. It was a favor as "partners in shyness" that he had not been able to refuse. It was then that he met you.

When he and Louisa had arrived at the base, Fitzgerald had his back to the door, talking animatedly to someone. When he turned around, his eyes lit up at the sight of Poe and he quickly thanked him for coming back. Before Edgar could correct him and say that he was just visiting, Francis introduced you, and then his entire world stopped.

You were small (compared to him), pretty, young, your eyes didn't seem to be able to leave the ground and your cheeks were tinted a healthy and beautiful pink. Poe felt his heart begin to beat faster and he almost feared he had died, because there was no other explanation for being in the presence of such an angel.

"This is Y/N Y/L/N" Francis had said, breaking him out of his reverie "She will share the position of master architect with you."

The man had continued to babble further explanations, but Poe stopped listening again, simply staring at you behind the curtains of hair that hid his eyes. You were clinging to someone's arm, and it wasn't until he was able to regain control of the rest of his senses that Poe realized that you had, in fact, managed to bring two more members of the former Guild with you (although he never had the courage to ask you how the hell you'd contacted Lovecraft, or how you'd convinced Hawthorne to come back (honestly, part of him wasn't sure he wanted to know)).

And the moment you lifted your face a little to give him that smile, that damn shy smile, that had pierced his soul, Poe knew that there was no way in the world he could leave you. Not even Ranpo had been able to convince him to join the agency and abandon the new Guild. He just couldn't bear the thought of never seeing you again.

So he stayed and got to know you better. You two actually worked well together, and when Louisa joined the equation, the new Guild soon became the most influential organization in all of Japan (even the Port mafia had tried to do business with them).

It was easy to see the difference between this Guild and the old one, and for Poe, it was equally easy to discern why. It was you. Despite your shy and socially awkward nature, you were a little ray of sunshine to everyone, you knew how to keep a friendly conversation with anyone (as long as it was only one person, maximum two. Any more than that and you wouldn't talk anymore), help with their problems, you were a good listener and your silent company was always a source of tranquility and calm.

It was no wonder that Lovecraft loved sleeping near you, or that Hawthorne spent his afternoons reading next to you in your office. And for Poe, his favorite time were the nights, those in which you would timidly knock on his door and read his novels, those that he had abandoned in his obsession to defeat Ranpo and that thanks to you he had taken up again.

You had given him back a part of himself that he hadn't even realized he had lost, and because of that, he had decided to face his fears and try to establish a more intimate relationship with you.

The problem was that you just didn't take the hints. Whenever Poe tried to ask you out, you said yes, but then you would ask Louisa to join, so it was clear that you thought of it as a favor he was doing you, as part of the "partners in shyness" club.

Poe, being part of said squad as well, could never say no or correct you, so he ended up accepting the friendly solution. Louisa had apologized to him many times for that, but he knew it wasn't her fault.

"Why don't you write her something?" Francis asked, taking him out of his thoughts "You're a writer after all"

"I already tried, but I don't know how to write romance novels, and I don't think a crime scene is a good setting for a date."

"I meant letters, not a whole novel. Go back to the classics!"

That…that made sense. Edgar actually felt a little silly for not thinking of it sooner, but hey, it was better late than never, right? Days later, on one of the nights you visited him in his office, he asked you to help with something. But instead of the manuscript you had expected, he gave you a letter where he confessed everything he felt for you.

At that moment, you couldn't misunderstand anything, and all the kind invitations he had made to you before came back to your mind. You hid your face in your hands as you felt your cheeks heat up and apologized profusely for being so blind, but Poe quickly assured you that it was okay, he had still enjoyed those outings even if they hadn't been what he had planned.

“So… uhm…” he shifted uncomfortably next to you.

"I'll go out with you…romantically this time" you joked awkwardly and smiled shyly at him.

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"Oh, it's about time, you two," Mark joked when he saw you walking hand in hand. "Aw, don't blush, now that two of you are dating, you just need to adopt Louisa."

"Mark!"

[hollygracesworld]

Lover | Patrick Wilson x fem!Reader

Summary : You and Patrick had a one night stand a few months ago. And now you’re 6 months pregnant. You don't expect to meet the father of your child because you’re a woman who prefers to be alone. But fate said otherwise, you meet again with the father who made your stomach grow big.

And you stupidly didn’t know that he was an actor.

A/N : Just like the tittle, it’s a fluffy story :D the most romantic fanfic that i ever write tbh. There’s no warning :))

*Patrick didn’t have a wife in this story*

CHAPTER 1/2 ➡️(Chapter 2) sequel 18+

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CHAPTER 1.

Today is the most hectic day. You have to wake up at dawn to go to the airport. When you arrive at the airport you have to take care of your aunt’s two twin babies, then when it gets to noon you take the babies to go to the talk show.

When you arrive at the shooting location, you hope that your uncle will at least meet you and help you take care of his own children, but apparently not. That annoying old man even just looks at you who’s taking care of his 2 babies, nods, then goes back to minding his business as host.

Now the babies are quiet and asleep in their own stroller- after they cried for a long time and you have held them one by one so they fall asleep. It’s really tiring work for a 6 month pregnant mother. Actually it’s not a job, more like a favor to a relative in your family. No one else can help them except you, you actually don't mind because you don't want your family to think that pregnant women like you can't do any work.

“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Talk About It!” You heard your uncle’s voice from behind the screen.

You don’t care about things like that, but when your gaze accidentally looks at the huge Aquaman and the Lost Kingdom film poster displayed, you look confused. Your feelings are mixed. You seem to know the blonde man on the film poster. But deep in your heart, you deny it. Maybe you’re just hallucinating because you are very hungry and tired.

You try to peek through the window to see who is the guest star at the event. But you gasped when you saw who was there.

“…it is our guy Patrick Wilson… Patrick welcome back TAT.” the audience applauded then Patrick said there, “thank you..” with a big smile

You feel like this is like a dream. You’re confused, this is all very difficult for you to digest. You walk away from that place feeling dazed, your body is getting weaker, not only because you haven’t eaten, but because you know that the man who had a One Night Stand with you and impregnated you until your stomach was this big… is a famous actor.

When you walked backwards, your body almost fell, a crew member swiftly held your body and helped you. “oh my gosh, who are you, why are you here?” She grabbed your arm and led you to a seat beside the stairs.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah.. I’m fine...” you said while looking at Patrick from afar, “he’s my uncle, today I'm taking care of his baby. His wife told me to go to this shooting location and after this event finished he immediately invited us to hang out. You know… it’s a holiday.” you said while pointing at your uncle who was the host.

“You look really pale, and you're pregnant,” she looked really worried about you. Then he stood up and invited one of his teammates to chat. After a short chat, he came over to you again and said, “please come with me. You haven’t eaten yet, right?”

You shook your head weakly.

“But… what about the babies? I have to keep looking after them... otherwise my uncle will get angry...”

“Don't worry, my friend will look after the babies.” She said with a sincere smile. She is a stranger who works there as a crew but she seems to have a motherly heart.

That kind crew helped you to stand up. You carry your very big stomach to walk out of that very crowded place. Somehow you can feel that your stomach is very big, even though it’s only 6 months, but your stomach looks like it’s more than that.

“Andrew is so mean,” she said in an annoyed tone, “how can he and his wife tell you to look after their babies? Don’t they see your condition?”

“Thank you,” you smiled faintly, and grabbed the water bottle she had given you, “I’m fine. Besides, this isn't the first time. Sometimes I help them whenever they need my help.”

“Yes, but it’s the same. They should know that you are pregnant with twins and they shouldn’t be bossing you around like this.” she said irritably then stood at the end of the room and took her lunch.

“Wait, how do you know I'm pregnant with twins when I haven't checked myself?” you asked in confusion.

“I don't know… just look at the shape,” she said lightly then sat back down next to you and handed you his lunch, “please eat. I know it's not much, but if you want to wait for Andrew, he's still very long and you You have to fill your stomach now.”

“Thank you,” you said then accepted the food, “Sorry for bothering you, I...”

“Please don't apologize. You’re a pregnant mother. I have seen that you are tired from taking care of the babies. I have been wanting to meet you for a long time, because I was afraid that something would happen to you." She said worriedly.

While you were eating, someone knocked on the door of the room and told him to go back to work.

“I'm sorry, I have to go, you can stay here to rest as long as you need.” She said with a smile.

After you finish your food. You grabbed your cellphone that was on the table and opened your Google. You are a woman who likes gardening and raising livestock. You don't even have social media, only send messages to your family and neighbors. The only reason you were going to a nightclub and losing your virginity to a guy you didn’t know is because you’re really stressed. You have just lost your older brother who is the only biological family who is still alive and lives with you.

And now you’re pregnant with someone's baby who took your virginity off in a nightclub and it turns out that person is a famous person. You’re typing “Patrick Wilson” in Google and it turns out...

You gasped in surprise. you still don’t know what to say. You think to yourself that maybe Patrick already has a wife or girlfriend, and maybe Patrick doesn’t know you anymore...

In the middle of that daydream, suddenly the door opened wide and your uncle was standing near the door with a guilty face.

“Y/N... I'm sorry. I'll take you home...”

You smiled, “it's okay, I'm just late eating.”

Your uncle smiled as he looked at your stomach, “how old are you in your pregnancy?”

“6 months... but it looks bigger, don't know why...” you whispered.

“You haven't seen a obstetricians recently, have you?" your uncle asked then you shook your head, “come here, before I take the twins to the park, we can check them first--"

“Let me." said a man mysteriously behind your uncle.

Your uncle turned and gasped, “Patrick-uh Patrick what are you doing here?”

Patrick laughed softly, “I know I shouldn’t have done this behind the scenes, but I am the man who got your niece pregnant,” Patrick’s words suddenly shocked your Uncle, so shocked that it was even difficult to digest everything.

“Y/N... is that true?"

You inhale and exhale. You find this situation very difficult to digest. “Yes, Uncle Andrew. He is the father of my child.”

Patrick smiled at you. But you can see that he feels guilty for all this. He didn’t know that all this time there was a woman who was pregnant with his child but he wasn’t there.

Your uncle turned to Patrick then turned to you. He massaged his forehead, then exhaled. “Okay, I’ll give you some time. Please...” said your uncle while patting Patrick on the shoulder.

You got up from your seat when Patrick had closed the door to the room. The two of you face each other and stand now.

“I’m sorry..”

“No, this is not your fault. We were strangers having a one night stand. I understand, this is not your responsibility, please don't feel that you have to do all this. I could have aborted the pregnancy from day one, but—"

“But you don’t have the heart to do that. You have a very kind heart to raise the child of someone you don’t know. And regarding responsibility, I have full responsibility for my child.” Patrick said in a firm voice. He sighed, then walked over to you.

“You thought I didn’t see you from far away, right?”Patrick took both of your hands and held them, “the moment I saw you, I knew that you were the person I slept with that night. And I had a strong feeling that the child you were carrying was mine.”

“Y/N... thank you…” Patrick said in a very low tone. His blue eyes looked very happy, “I’m the happiest man in this world…. the most important thing of all is, I want to really get to know the mother who is carrying my child.”

[soulsnatcher0xx]

Yandere Bully X Reader

Tittle: Prince Charming

It all started when you started going to your new school at 12grade just when your school is about to end but you have no choice but to switch schools because of your living situation. Your dad dies when you were a young age and ever since then your mother was a new person who started to whore herself out and soon enough, she hooks into drugs. Now you are working at a car shop to pay for your trailer home while you also go to school because of this you never bring friends over, not that you have friends anyway. You love learning, its the only things that keeps your mind off of thing but your smartness never go unnoticed by one person, and he was your school bully. Ever since you transfer school his green eyes was set on you. He was known as the troublemaker, drugs dealer of the school but smart when needed to be. He didn't understand why at first why he like you so much but he understands why when he saw you helping pick up books someone drop and you give them a warm smile. It make his pants tight and he cant wait to have fun with you and slowly watch you break because of him. He want to be the reason why you are crying every night. 

You sit alone at lunch every day, a table to yourself because it seems like no one wants to be friend with you and hated you. Until a boy with brown hair and deep forest green eyes came your way and sit right in front of you. your cheeks turn a shade of red because of this but not because you have a crush on him but no one care to be your friends and that makes your heart warm. You didn't say no words and continue looking down on your hand in your lap and you think the reason noone want to be your friends is because you are weird and not good on the eyes but to Shawn you were more then what meet the eyes. The past few days you got to know him and his family life and you notice he always seem to have friends unlike you but unknowing to you he have been following you and stalking you home. Weeks later his attitude toward you seem to change and he become more aggressive and mean to you and that kind of hurt because you have grown found of him. One day he lock you into the boys locker room and no one came to help you. He left you there though out the whole night and when he finally come back for you. He saw your eyes filling with tears and your cheeks red from all that crying. You push pass him and you swear on your dead father you never want to see him ever again. 

Since that day you stop going to school to give yourself time to think and in those times Shawn really started to miss you deeply. He kind of regret bullying you into tear. 

He went to your tailer home that day and for the first time he finally saw how you were living, and he felt guilt in his heart for all the time he push you around like some lost dog. He swear to himself that he would treat you better form now on. 

You were in your room, trying to take a nap, tired form all the work you been doing to pay the bills. you lay there with your hair spread out on your pillow, your eyes closed. When suddenly something grabs your ankle and before you can scream the tip of the blade was pressed against your windpipe and a hand cover your eyes. The person behind you press his chest closer to your back before speaking, “ shut up” was all he said before letting his hand fall and you blink your eyes to adjust to the light. “Shawn?” you ask him all confuse while he dig though your closet before you can question him anymore he came back with a piece of cloth in his hand and tied it around your eyes. He told you to turn around but when you didn't turn around he pushed you onto your bed and flip you over and man handling you. Forcing your arms painfully behind your back and then tying them up. You trash around but all that ever help was raise your skirt up and he can now see your black lace underwear. For a monument he just stood behind you before he speaks again, he inhale a deep breath and said 

“I want to take you far away from the world.” 

[kenjakusbraincum]

Bout that painter s/o that one anon mentioned, imagine reader gained immortality since they're Sukuna's and got separated when he split his fingers and never seen each other since then.

Back to modern time where Yuji became his vessel, Gojo thought of taking the kids to an art museum. Idk just for fun he said and the trio had a good time, seeing naked sculptures,

(i bet they did that one meme where four ppl copied a sculpture that dramatically fainted and the other catches them)

And other pieces of beautiful art till Yuji wandered a bit to far and reached a quite corner of the place, only a few ppl were there. Gojo and the others were nowhere so Yuji just looked around for a bit when he saw a big painting, portrait even on the exhibit. Except, its a portrait of Sukuna's true form that got him froze. Four arms, two face and a mouth belly. He doesn't even know how to react, either scared or in awe bcuz the portrait was beautifully breath taking.

Sukuna, who was watching the entire time since he valuable arts and cultures, also left almost speechless bcuz he knew, HE KNEW, who painted this. H-how? Why is there a portrait of him in the art museum? And by looking at the date it was painted was many years ago, the painting basically ANCIENT. That explains the glass around it.

Since all painting have a tittle, he looked over to it and it wrote, "My Master, My Muse" Signed by-

"Beautiful isn't it?"

Yuji jumped from his spot and saw a stranger looking fondly at the portrait before them. He thought of responding but they just smiled at him and he got that sense of deja vu washing over him. The stranger just looked at him but at the same time, he feels they're not. Like, they are looking at someone else.

Meanwhile Sukuna was just stunned as he felt the stranger looking straight into his soul. Those same eyes as they focus on painting him in Heian era. Before he could blink, the stranger just walk away and as they did, Yuji studied their appearance for a bit. Modern clothes but a lot of paint stained, especially the red color that was turning brownish like. He blinked and they were gone.

Dying as i wrote this, coughing and all(vows fr coming for me) i had time for this but not for my drafts😭

Please this is SO CUTE!!! 🥺 His pet/lover/s/o eternalizing HIM through a painting despite the fact that for some he would be remembered forever anyways...

Yuji as a poor bystander who is completely confused and doesn't understand anything in this situation, and Sukuna who is just getting a thousand year old wound reopened as he remembers the good old times when someone loved him so much they made a beautiful painting of him 😭

Anon thank you for sharing these scenarios and thoughts with me!! Pls let me know if you're doing any better now 🥺 (if you don't i'll be scared vows got you a little too realistically if you know what i mean..)

[devineking]

Hi! Hello to all you lovely detectives/fbi’s. I need help (again) finding a fanfiction! I am so desperate! I have been looking for it for months! I can’t remember the tittle or the author. It’s a Teen Wolf with Sterek ship. The story is where Stiles doesn’t like Derek at first but Derek loves Stiles to the point it’s possessive and obsessive because only he knows Stiles and him are mates. Stile’s is in the shower with Derek cause Derek is clingy and Stiles tells him to clean behind his ear too with so much sass. Later they have a pack meeting and there are no extra seats so Derek sits Stiles on his lap. Scoot is confused as to why and Stiles sassily replies back at least I’m not sitting on his 🐓. That’s all I remember. Please Help! I so want to read this again! Does anyone know this story? Honestly some of ya’ll are really good with finding long lost stories and digging up information I am shookth and amazed how some of ya’ll ain’t working for the FBI with those skills.

[yn-dere]

[2:14 AM]

TW: Extremely dark topics, please practice caution whilst reading.

The headlights of the car flickers softly, illuminating the bushes and trees spreading out across the dead end street. The crickets and the small croaks that I can only guess are coming from frogs, seem to get louder by the passing second. Roaring, almost as if they are small spectators tittle-tattling about this son of a bitch. The night black and bleak, the upended crescent moon frowning over my claustrophobic car. Droplets can be heard on the roof, even the clouds seem to be mourning.

I sigh as I cast my eyes upon the woman laying backseat, her eyes closed as the car lights vaguely reveals her face. My breath hitches as it has been my body's automated response to her for a long time. Along with the sweaty hands and stammering.

I wish it wasn't. I wish I wasn't such a loser. I wish I could conversate with her like a normal person without tripping over myself and falling head first. But it doesn't really matter... she understood me. She understood me and she liked me, she told me she did. Dates after dates, mostly her talking and me shyly chiming in at times. It was all that I treasured, really. At times she would be happy and I would be merry with her, other times I'd happily be her shoulder to cry on. She understood me... or at least I thought she did.

I didn't take her out to a concert for her to be making out with a nuance. I wanted to yell but I was confused! Why was she acting like everything is fine after flipping my entire world upside down? Smiling from ear to ear as we got into the puny car to drive back home. Why did she look so happy? Why kiss HIM on OUR date? Also, why didn't she care? Pulled up to a dead end street after gathering all the courage I had to confront her, and if the current predicament was bad..it worsened with an influx of questions thrown at me by her.

Why was I angry? Why did I care about who she kissed? Why was I acting crazy? We were just friends...?

...Friends?

Even through the dark lighting, I can still see the blood seeping in through the seats, creating dark parallel lines. The huge gaping wound at her neck takes nothing away from her beauty and I could almost swear that my hands were sweating like always, if it weren't for the headlights casting light upon the dark red colour coating them.

I take a deep breath as my thumb hovers over those three digits, leaving blood residue on my phone screen.

....

It's 112, what's your emergency?

Uhh, there has been a murder suicide at the.....end of poe street?

The end of poe street?

Yeah

Okay, do you happen to know any of the victims?

Yes, her name's YN YLN and the perpetrator is uhm... choi-choi soobin?

Oh. Are there any signs of life? Are you sure they're both dead?

She is, yeah and I'll be in a few minutes.

( Leading on someone like yan!soobin wether by accident or deliberately, is not a good idea.. I'm sure you'll agree )

Gif by @yeonjune

[midnightmah07]

Her last chapter (A/n: i woke up and choose violence today- ALSO FIRST POV and short)

The mirror was correct; I'm afraid I never belonged in that place. Clawed my way out of that rabbit hole, hoping for the feeling of sanity once again.

"Good morning-"

"-I will take her order, the usual Miss Kurosu?" The attendant asked me, cutting off his co-worker. Maybe that day I wished for the unusual like I felt in that place...

"Yes. The usual." But, perhaps coffee wasn't the answer for it.

I step to the corner of the counter a heavy sigh leaving my lungs in a twirl. After leaving that twisted place, I seek for my dreams, I hoped for something between the lines of creativity, I craved for recognition. And that's when I wrote my book, "Twisted wonderland." Sure, it was not a creativity tittle, since it was the name of the place, but no one needed to know. No one knew the story written in the book was my life.

"Yuuna Kurosu."

The call out for my name made my head snap up to where the server had my order in their hands.

"Thank you." I took the coffee, heading back to the streets.

The book? A success. People came up with their theories, questions that not even I, the author, could answer.

"Miss Kurosu!" But, there was one question specifically they would all ask me. I turn my head with the hand on the doorknob. It was a teenager girl with my book in her hands. When she noticed she caught my glance, the was a small sight of embarrassment, but when she approached me, she tried to remain calm. "I've read your book, so many times... But, never understood. If Yuui, loved Vian. Why she didn't stayed?"

The only question, I would never know how to answer. As if, they could see right through me, that I wouldn't be able to have an answer. If Yuuna, loved Vil. Why did she left? That is what I would hear.

"Sometimes, the concept of love for some people, just isn't meant to be." Was my enigmatic answer for a straight forward question.

Of course, the teenage girl hums in confusion.

"Can I get a picture?" She asked me.

I nod.

Awhile, she took out her phone, I wondered myself the question. Did I left because the dark mirror was right? Did I never actually belonged?

The silence with a smile on my face, as the girl thank me after getting her picture, made me reflective.

I didn't hold grief for not belonging.

I held pain for not belonging with him.

The last kiss, was the last chapter of Yuui's book. The continuing pain of my life, was the tale not to be told.

What if I jump from a bridge

What

What if mayhaps

I end my misery right here right now

You're evil. You're so evil. You're so mean. How dare you. To make my pookie sad like this. How. How could you. You're lucky this isn't canon. I will get my revenge.

[berrieluv]

No because the way I NEED more chubby Peter smut. You’re writing is immaculate 😭

cw. again, no tittle, just chubby peter parker and breeding sex.

"He's driving me fucking crazy" You whispered and cleaned your face with your hands, your therapist in front of you looking with concern.

"Have you talk to him" She slowly answers, you've been going to her for over a year now, and yet, this is the first time you directly complain about Peter "Maybe try to ask for help"

"I do!" You rise your voice a bit but shut as quick as it came out "He just never listens" You say coming back to the whispering.

You were scare to talk to her about Peter. Because what were you supposed to do if everyone started to suggest divorce, you knew you couldn't do i. You love Peter, he was just...

"He's just in a bad moment right now. In his life" You sigh "I've been suggesting him to come but he... he's just... in that stage of life where he does what he feels like, he doesn't listen"

"Wait..." She says and sits on her couch "I thought Peter was your husband"

You look at her, confused and answer shortly; "He is"

"You are describing a teenager" She writes something in that little, devilish notebook of hers and looks at you again, adjusting her glasses "I would totally understand if he was still seventeen" She made a pause "You're not married to a teenager, are you?"

You open your eyes in horror "Of course not! He's twenty seven!"

Your therapist sighs, half of it in relieved and the other half feeling sorry for yourself. How could you be marry to a man like that?

"He just needs time"

She nods, you wanted this to be like a conversation with a friend. You wanted her to tell you you were acting dumb and he was a completely imbecile, you wanted her to yell at you that you deserved better – the old Peter, perhaps –, to tell you that a man couldn't be fixed and we all were in charge of our fates, and the only reason Peter was like that was himself.

But she just nodded. And when the session was finish you went back to your department, tired, and a slow part of you started to grew sad instead of angry with his behavior. You prepared yourself to receive your department completely covered in dust, probably smelling like Peter's cum and things lying on the floor. You cringe at the idea of the dishes without being made and a tear left your eyes, because you were exhausted, because you woke up at four in the morning, went to the gym, took a shower, got ready, worked more than eight hours, and then walked to your therapy session and then home because your car wouldn't star.

Your foot were aching, you couldn't stand your shoes anymore and your clothes felt tighter, you were being suffocated in your own clothes and the way home seemed to get longer.

And what you just wanted was to be at home, be receive by a home cook meal and a clean space, a cozy ambient and a smell between chocolate and cinnamon and yet, what you'll have instead was going to be Peter fucking Parker being a complete lazy, mindless, ungrateful, shameless, dirty, horny, asshole.

"Honey, you're home" The white – not so small door – was opened before you could touch the handle. Peter smiled in front of you, his hair was comb and he was wearing a shirt and jeans, did he ran out of clean boxers? not like he would mind much, I've seen him use the same underwear for three days in a row "I was waiting for you"

He continues and takes your bag before you could do or say something, he kisses your forehead, a bit unsure, and his nervousness was what explained why he didn't go for the lips.

"How was work, love?" He asks, his sweet voice jumping around the walls of your... clean?... department. His big brown eyes looking directly at you, like he was keeping count of the days he's spend without asking you that "Y/N?... Are you mad at me, darling?"

He looked really worried at the idea of you being angry, now, when none of that seemed to mind him at all for months.

"Peter..." you started, seeing how much you enjoyed your clean home, how much relief you felt coming back from work and finding your home like that, with a scent of chocolate and cinnamon "I think I want the divorce"

And Peter panicked, his eyes opened even more and he started to breath heavy, he knew the 'I think' was his key word, was what gave away the fact you wanted him to save this.

"No" He said in a whisper "No, Y/N, love, you, you can't do this to me, darling, I– I love you, you know I love you and look..." He pleads, opening his arms and showing the clean department "I'm trying, please, baby, love, angel, believe me. I'm trying, I'll be better, I'll be your pretty husband I'll– Love I'll do anything you want me to, I swear, just name it and It'll be yours"

You liked when Peter pleads. Because he seemed so small, and you loved when he was on his needs for you, just like now, hugging your legs and kissing the naked skin the skirt left visible, luckily you decided to wear a short one today, and the space to kiss was more.

"I'll do anything you want, love" He kissed your inner thigh, getting close to your – almost wet – cunt. "I'll be your toy, your husband, I'll be Spider-Man, the old Peter Parker again, what you want me to be or all at once, I don't mind"

His pleads were now whispers instead of the high-pitched cries he was letting out before."Let me fix this, please"

His mouth was dangerously close to your clothed pussy, the groan being trapped in your throat, scare of letting it go and show Peter he was winning. "You can do whatever you want to me, sugar"

So you opened your legs, Peter had to kneel a bit more while he accommodates his face under your skirt, pulling it up as soon as he felt it was obstructing his tongue from your cunt, he slips your underwear aside and seconds later decide it was better off, so with the strong hands he had left from Spider-Man he ripped them off, earning a scold from you.

Peter starts to lick your folds like he was starving, you could almost believe he was sex deprived for a long time, that if you didn't already know the reason of your sticky thighs when you woke up, the same dirtiness Peter thought he cleaned away. Your hands are now grabbing Peter's hands, and he holds your legs trying to have you on top of him, his face completely up looking at you and your legs clenching around his beautiful face.

His licks are messy but surprisingly not lazy. Peter seemed to be having a boost of energy, and that explained why he showered, got dressed and cleaned the department.

You finally give in and decide to moan at Peter's amazing skills to eat you out, you feel how easy his tongue moves through your wet pussy and when his chin touches your thigh you can feel his face is completely wet by you.

"C'mon, sugar. Let it go, I know you want to"

And you do, you feel your body finally reaching your orgasm and your legs become weaker, Peter's fast to hold you and smirk while your pussy's still on his face. He pushes away and stands up to hold you in his arms; "Nooo" you whine at the sudden lost of touch and he smiles, he loved when you got needy.

"I'm right here, sugar. I'm not going anywhere you don't want me to. Watcha' say? Where we going?"

In that moment you couldn't remember why you were mad with Peter to begin with, not that you cared a lot now since he was mentally prepared to give you his best.

You knew what you wanted, you wanted him in bed. Right. Now. You couldn't wait for him, not when your legs were shaking and your pussy was screaming for attention even thought you just had it.

After a few minutes riding him, his moans gave away how close to orgasm he was.

"Peter, please, cum inside, don't be scare, baby. I know you like it, please"

"You don't like dirty" He manages to breath and you shake your head, moving your hips in circles, faster, on his lap, making it almost imposible for him to hold back.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck" He wined when you started to jump on his cock, holding your hips and finally coming inside, making you feel his hot cum inside of you, dripping from your thighs every time you pulled him out of you. "Oh, fuck, shitshitshit"

"Yeah! Yes, yes, please, Peter, fill me up. Make me full of your cum, Peter, please" You moaned, lowering your body to peter and allowing him to turn you both around in the mattress, his thrusts were moving at the same motion you were, respecting his initial statement that this was all about you.

"You wan' me to breed you, baby?" You nod, desperately "You're gonna take all of my cum inside of you, gonna get all round and pretty with our babies, won't you?" You moan at his words and he smirks.

"Wanna have your babies, Peter"

"Yeah?" He mocks "My babygirl wanna have my babies? You're gonna look so pretty with your belly all round and full, shit, princess, your breasts are gonna be huge"

You felt how Peter was coming again inside, his last thrust was deeper and harder, making your bodies almost one, he lasted a few seconds inside and instead of pulling out almost immediately to continue and finger his cum inside of you he stayed inside, something weirdly did, the sensation of his cum inside of you began to feel warmer and fuller that you've had ever felt it.

"Fuck, shit. I'm still cumming, baby, fuck, fuck, I have no idea how am I lasting this long, shit. Maybe the idea of knocking up my beautiful... ugh, successful wife is driving my body crazy"

Your body felt used, and by the quantity of cum Peter loaded into you you felt like a cum bag – which didn't bother you, was actually really hot. Your belly started to grow full and you could swear it distended a little.

When Peter finally pulled out he looked at you, smiling softly, as if you weren't a cum-filled mess in front of him, your pussy leaking so much cum, but Peter now, that even with what was coming out, what he left inside was enough to get you pregnant.

"Oh, baby. You look so beautiful there, betcha can't even move, can't you? All full of my cum, look how's it coming out of you, princess. D'you need my help? Need your husband to take care of you?"

Peter smiled and rested in the bed, next to you, caressing your inner thigh which you closed as soon as he put his hand there, already too overstimulated and tired.

"See, baby? We can't fill up divorce forms. Who's gonna take care of you like this? You're so needy for cum, no one but Spider-Man can give you that. Just I can treat you like you deserve, princess"

[marmar-woff]

The candidates

I have some mixing feelings. While I found this new characters interesting enough, idk if it is good to introduce more characters to an already big cast (talking about Mephisto and Zebubra, Narnia was already mentioned before). But let's see how the author develop them. One or more of them would be crowns, that means they would be part of the grandchildren's plan to raise the new Demon King; thinking about it, I imagine that each crown would give the grandsons their personal training or piece of wisdom, if they going to really educate them.

Probably the most recognizable name. From what I read (and it wasn't much) he is a demon from German folklore, the servant of Satan who does not attack arbitrarily but targets already damned souls (probably someone with more knowledge would do a better job parsing this character with the real lore).

What stands out the most about his design is his cool hat, which we don't know if it is a regular item or part of his costume, and his tail in the shape of a rope, as if to hang...people...kind of creepy, but still cool.

Now his title, both English translations name him differently, but the Spanish translation called him "The discarded from the (game) board", and they made a note about this: "His tittle is "bangai" and it's literally translated as "off the board" or "discarded from the board", it's a term that in Shogi (Japanese chess) or Go games refers to the tactics that are made outside the game to advance advantageously, confusing or putting psychological pressure on the opponent". Reading this I can think he's a master manipulator, he certainly gives off the vibes of a confident and charismatic guy. He could also use magic like Murmur's, which mainly affects the mind. It would be nice to see someone like that back in action.

Zebubra are like the opposed of Mephisto. They wear simple ropes, seem to have a beast-like appearance, no visible legs and insect wings. Their mask has also a monster vibe, it remains me of the ones that the creatures called hollows have in the manga Bleach, that are made of bone, like the Menos grande.

People with good eyesight realized that they had two tails, but one was female and the other was male. Could they be another non-binary character? Or maybe intersexual or hermaphrodite. Their title give me other ideas. Again, the English translations don't seem to agree, so I'll stick with the Spanish. They called them "The King of Two Faces", so what if they have two faces/heads? (siamese?). Some demons are described as having them (Asmodeous, for example, is described as having three heads, one of a man, one of a sheep and one of a bull). Zebubra could have the faces of both male or famale, and not necessarily human-like. The last thing that occurs to me is that it is a single being with a double personality, which changes between a female and a male voice.

Now Narnia and his escort. We all joked about the escort with the raws, but that the same joke was in the story... thanks Nishi! Both looks are immaculate. Baal wears a more modern style, while Narnia adopts an oriental-inspired outfit. I love that Nishi mixes different styles, from different times and places.

And perhaps this difference in styles is an indication of their difference in postures. There's a good theory that Narnia doesn't really work with Baal, but only pretends to in order to bring him down. This one here by @aeonian225

In ch. 291 he's described to be intolerant of those who do any form of harm to the netherworld. Baal is doing precisely that. But that's what Sullivan also did by breaking the rules and bringing a human into the underworld. Not to mention that this is the territory of Narnia, protecting the border patrol that controls the borders with the human world. Narnia may not be Baal's ally, but I don't think he would be Sullivan's either.

There is also the issue with his eyes, and how they seem to be the same as those who have returned to origins. Maybe that's why he's wearing sunglasses indoors (if only they cover his eyes, we all see them). I don't think demons can fake that state, however as a one of the six fingers, Shiida is suppose to be a demon who returned to origins and look how she is. Well, there are many clues about Narnia's alliance with Baal, we will have to wait and see what his true intentions are.

[prince-kallisto]

How much do you think Crowley is pulling the threads?

Being the one that allows the OBs to take place could be one. Yeah, it feels like they were bound to happen; in NRC or not; but also not trying to safe any student? He is powerful enough, we saw that in the manga, that man ain’t fooling me.

The one that originally brought Yuu to twisted, and probably killed them by accident because Isekai truck-kun being replaced by a horse a full speed.

But the why is bothering me.

Why bring Yuu? Why not stop Grim yourself? Why is his possible UM (your last post about the song tittle) like that? What is he trying to accomplish?

Your theorized UM that Crowley has is, interesting. For me it feels more like he’s maintaining the spell, sort of like how the Shrouds UM is passed from generations and their responsibility.

Why is Yuu of all people getting this warnings and visions of what and how it all went down in this winning version of the great 7.

This is Wonderland, twisted but still Wonderland. Did he or someone twisted it so they win?

That place was just Alice’s dream after all. And we dived a LOT in various dreams and their probably logic in Book 7.

It’s so confusing. It feels like it’s there but can’t see it.

Ahh so many good points! A lot of this will be covered in full by that future post I mentioned, you’re so amazingly on point with this!!! But I’ll drop some hints because why not 👀

If Crowley does get to shine in the main story, which I’m very positive he will, Ray and I highly believe he’ll be a morally grey character. However, his values align so much with the safety of the students. Seems ironic with all the Overblots, don’t you think? But the grey part comes in when you consider the idea of sacrificing others for some “greater good.” Specifically, Yuu and Grim who are both anomalies in Twisted Wonderland.

The Overblots, while extremely life threatening, have served each character and their respective dorm mates a lot of purpose. They’ve all grown more into their own people since their incidents, even if some progress doesn’t seem as notable at first. And I think this extreme way of emotional outlet has improved the characters magic quality as well, from what we can judge from Book 6 and STYX.

I love the idea of Crowley’s UM being a sort of generational magic!! That sort of magic certainly doesn’t get talked about a lot 👀 But magic has its limits and weaknesses, no matter how powerful it may seem at first. It’s just like Leona said in Book 3 regarding Azul: no magic is invincible and untouchable. And I think Yuu’s dreams are part of seeing through the cracks of Crowley’s magic- as again, Yuu is this anomaly brought into this world that isn’t their own.

Haha, I feel like I left you hanging with all these points! Seriously, I really am amazed how you covered so much of what Ray and I discussed! The post is being written as we speak, so stay tuned! 👀

[crying-fantasies]

You and Me in a different way (pt. 7-8)

Synopsis: Stands are the reflection of your soul, they show want you try to hide or feel, how do their Stands react to you or your own Stand? How would they react to your child, the combination of your bodies and souls?

Warnings: implied childbirth, parenthood and some problems that come with it, self doubt, very old music, some fluff.

Johnny Joestar

Johnny: Tusk

You: Ghost Riders in the sky

Result: Love is Strange

Many were quite surprised when the only remaining son of the Joestar household returned to the state on his own feet, with his former fiance at his side and the tittle of being one of winners of the race.

Being totally honest, the moment when you kissed Johnny you really believed that that was it, you were going to die and it was just going to be the end of it all.

But Johnny returned for you, helping you at the last second when a bullet almost ended with you.

And now here you are, next to him, making vows in a church in order to have him inherit the money from his father.

Johnny promised a portion to you, what his father did to your family was wrong and that money belonged to you, you two were supposed to get a divorce shortly after all the process ended and the two of you got your respective money.

"So you two are only doing such a sacred vows in front of god to have money" Gyro, even with so many wounds, laughed in your face, "of course you two would do that"

"Well, that was the plan, but now..."

"What? After so long you two finally ignited the fire of love-?"

"I'm possibly... You know"

"What do you mean that I know? Wait, do you mean that 'you know'?!"

What were the odds that now you two were expecting a child? That was the exact reason why you and Johnny were in the same hospital where Gyro was, only to be totally clear about it.

Of course, you two knew the whole process of making a baby, you two made it after all, at least the first night because it was customary and you two needed to show proof of the consumption of the marriage.

But, yet again, who could have thought that you two only needed to do it once to get a baby when other couples keep struggling for years only for a bit of hope.

Who knows? But it was innegable, the changes, even your stand started to change.

Before Johnny saw in multiple occasions how your whole body was consumed by flames, almost all your meat gone, and now you couldn't use your stand, not matter what happened.

"Watch out!" Johnny put his arm in front of you in a protective response after seeing how some bandits stole from a young couple, he looked at you fast, fearing that in your state your stand would appear to kill and eat the souls of those bastards.

"What?" You asked at his horrified face, there were no changes in your body or expression.

"I mean, are you okay?"

"Why shouldn't I?"

It was a great change, one that really surprised him, because the normal you, after awakening your stand, would be running like a mad demon after them to eat their souls.

But now you just looked at him with confusion.

Ghost Riders in the Sky stopped working for the first time since you got it.

Johnny thought that you were sick or something but the doctor found nothing strange on you and there was only one person who knew about stands that you both knew.

"Johnny, I'm not a fucking doctor"

"Gyro, this is serious, what if it is something bad?"

"You're telling me that this pause of the bloody massacre is something bad?"

Apparently it was only temporary because a few months later you attacked a burglar that entered your house, Johnny was shocked to wake up to some horrified screams and a familiar roar just to almost have a heart attack when he noticed that you weren't on your side of the bed.

He was running as fast as he could only to find you with a happy face and an unknown man dead on the floor next to you, your usual form in fire was different, you were still on fire of course but he could see through you, he could see your bones, your beating heart.

He could see your child, growing.

For a moment Johnny thought that he was going crazy, but he felt as you were the most beautiful living being, blood and infernal fire be damned.

In that very same moment, he realized that he just wanted to be there for you, not only for the kid, so when you noticed Johnny near you believed that he was going to scold you for this but he took your face on his hands before kissing you deeply.

The previous plan be damned, you two weren't going to get a divorce.

Ghost Riders in the Sky was a three entity stand, all of them showing big fangs in their skulls, all of them menacing with only their presence.

Johnny would lie if he said that your stand didn't scare him even now if he found them in the middle of the night.

But at least now he kept his screaming in his head, because it was now normal to find Ghost Riders in the Sky near the crib of the baby like some kind of guardian dogs.

The first time that he found your stand there he screamed, the baby screamed, and your stand roared.

Tusk, for another part, didn't show a lot, most for the fact that Johnny still felt that it could be dangerous, what if his baby touched Tusk and resulted injured?

"That's bullshit and you know it"

"But it could happen!"

"Johnny, for the Corpse's sake, the baby is totally fine with a three presence murderous and horrible stand, what could Tusk possible do when all it say is 'chumimin'?!"

Johnny let's Tusk near the baby after that, but the stand only watched how the baby tried to touch it, apparently the little human being could see it and after many tries it also got to touch it without problem.

You two were quite sure that something strange was lurking in the baby's nursery, but none of you could see it just yet.

"Tusk, What you got there?"

"Chumimin"

And then one day Tusk appeared in the living room with a pink thing with wings and holding it like a cat, then holding it high to all to see.

Your kid looked a lot like Johnny, and their stand looked a lot like Tusk when it was only a little thick like thing.

You weren't sure if you wanted to laugh or to cry, especially with the face of your husband when Tusk left the little stand with him, just in his arms, a face quite similar to when Johnny first saw Tusk on his first form.

You ended up doing both while your poor baby in your lap didn't understood why you were laughing so hard or why their father had that face.

"I mean, it will change like you, right?" Johnny was looking at his stand, hope in his eyes, only to have Tusk looking to other place that wasn't him, "right?"

"There is no stand that is exactly like the other" you told him when your laughter finally ended.

Having a kid with a stand was an interesting topic of talk between you two.

No one was sure with what it could come tomorrow, all that it did so far was moving from one place to another with the little wings that it got, going to it's limits when your kid decided to run and the poor stand needed to go after them.

It couldn't make things spin like Tusk on it's first stages, and it was obvious that it couldn't lit fire on the owner's body, much to Johnny's relief.

So, what it could do was still a mystery.

That was before your kid's 6th birthday.

And the little thing also changed, or, how to say it? It did kind of matured.

It was bigger now, it was still pink with some stars here and there and black details, it could also use those now big wings to move around without problem.

It started to look a lot more humanoid too, to which Johnny was relieved to some point even if he never got to say it out loud.

You two just let your kid choose what kind of path they would take, be it with their personal life or how they handled their stand.

Ironically they took it to another degree.

Your kid would just let their stand be, and Love is Strange had an interesting way of solving things if it got too difficult between people.

"You two said that I could do whatever I wanted with my stand"

"When we told you that we never thought that you would make people fall in love with random people" Maybe your kid and it's stand had a twisted way of seeing romance, because it wasn't normal for a woman on her twenties to kiss a cat or to have an old couple want to divorce after a simple argument.

"We were just trying to help!"

Love is Strange had the unusual ability to make people show their inner feeling and emotions, and things without filter didn't end well, since a boy declaring his undying love for his childhood friend to a girl telling her supposed best friend how much she hated her.

It always ended in trouble.

But your kid saw all of that like romantic love or pure hate, there was no gray area, is you liked something then it was love, is you had a little disappointing feeling then it was hate.

"In what problem did the two of us landed on?"

"Talk for yourself, Joestar, you were the one that said to just let them be"

"How could I have predict this to happen?!"

It would take time and also multiple examples to show how relationship worked to your kid, but hey! Not everything was lost, they were still young so there couldn't be so many problems, right?

"Now everybody loves me!" Shouted your kid on top of two big men's shoulders with a big group of people behind them.

"Wait a second! This isn't what we talked before!"

While Johnny tried to stop your infant child you only took place next to Over the Rainbow, your horse, trying to look at the sunset near the stables while hearing your husband and kid shouting.

Oh well, they were still young, they would learn, with time.

Josuke Higashikata (Gappy)

Josuke: Soft & Wet

You: Stairway to Heaven

Result: Poison

Let's be honest, this only happened because Josuke wanted to make you happy, like he was in debt with you.

Because after so many years he still felt that strange force, something that was calling him to be near you, to took your hand on his and hug you forever.

Yoshikage Kira was a crazy bastard that was obsessed with you, that was in love with you, and apparently that rubbed on the guy.

Josuke even got as far to follow you to the Marine Corp HQ, leaving his adoptive family and his little town.

"I need the money to help Holly-san" that was his answer after you asked him what he was doing there.

You just let him be, doing your usual chores, having to take care of the newbie that wanted your help specifically.

"I'm starting to believe that this is strange, a lot"

And you tried to put a lot of space between you two, a lot, some other officers would make fun of you two, especially when Josuke spent his free time after you, but you would resist this, it was just so strange, you just kept doing your usual business while holding the green pendant, remembering once again that even when Yoshi wasn't there anymore you didn't wanted anything to do with other man so soon.

That's exactly what you told Josuke, so he waited, and waited, he even saw how you got many other romantic relationships that ended with you still looking for that special someone.

But your special someone was already 3 feet under ground.

"Officer!" oh, and some pieces of that said man were still following you around.

Maybe it was his persistence, his hard as rock head that didn't get the message even when you told him several times to go home.

Josuke didn't hear any of that, and it showed it's results when he kissed you, finally, and also when you received a ring on your finger.

"I saw this coming a mile away"

"I was expecting it to take longer!"

"More than 8 years?"

Your fellow comrades laughed at you two, specially when both required a temporary leave from the force.

Josuke was happy and he knew that you could also feel the same feelings even when you tried to hide them in the deepest parts of you.

His family was kind of exalted when he finally showed you to them, not believing that the sweet and kind Josuke got engaged to such a war dog as you, but they welcomed you with open arms either way.

The process was smooth, maybe too much, and in place of made you remember of Yoshikage you just saw the man in front of you that go on with his life calling himself Josuke.

And that same Josuke asked you to marry him even when he was still struggling with the whole concept.

"Are you really sure?" Maybe it was a hypocrisy to ask him that now when you already accepted the ring and everything, but Josuke was like that, many years would go by and he still acted like the world and every meaning were a new thing.

"Of course!" He had that decision in his strange looking eyes, you were in the bed, just looking at the ring on your hand before he took place next to you, his face on the crook of your neck, leaving a kiss there that made you look at him in surprise, he had moments like that and it always got that response from you, "it means that we both are going to be together forever, right?"

Together till one gets killed in action or by some other thing, or maybe a divorce, but you weren't going to tell him that.

You told that to Soft & Wet and the stand would only look at you, you didn't know why it started to look at you so much in the recent years, it made you remember of Killer Queen, it also did the same back in the day, could it be that Soft & Wet also got something from Killer Queen? And of all things it was that intense gaze over you? Oh well, at least Soft & Wet eyes were less creepy than the other stand.

Josuke looked at his stand trying to interact with you, or only looking at you like you were some kind of art, and he also wanted to have that.

"It's a bad idea"

"I just want to try"

Stairway to Heaven wasn't the most good looking stand or the less threatening in appearance, but you couldn't say if S&W showed any emotion, it was a robot after all, but it didn't show any adversity even when STH growled at it.

Ironic how life is and goes because there comes the moment when you had to sit with Josuke to explain him what a baby is, because apparently he knew all about the whole process but no one in the Higashikata family ever talked to him about parenthood.

"They told me that I needed to be careful, that after getting married it was fine to have sex and that it's good for a happy marriage"

"..."

"But they told me that they would talk about babies later"

"..."

You looked at the Higashikata men with your worst intentions, apparently they forgot about that tiny and insignificant detail, but well, it already happened.

Josuke would really be that kind of father in training that is continuously asking other father's experience while taking notes, and he hears something that repeats a lot.

"Babies with stands are difficult"

"What were you expecting?"

Ironic, once again, how Josuke's words ended up being your reality when the kid was finally born, it was like any other, and it only showed that you two would never be ready for a kid.

Many discussions referring to the child, not in a bad tone, more like...

"Go to sleep, you need it more..."

"No, I'll stay with them till they sleep, you go rest"

"Okay, I'll..."

"... I can't believe that you really just decided to go!"

"You told me to do it!"

Something like that.

It got worse when Josuke noticed a little needle in the floor while he got his child with him to the living room, maybe you started to use it for something? He wasn't sure so he just took it to prevent any accident.

His legs didn't respond to him and if he didn't use a big bubble he would have fallen to the floor with his child in arms, you found him later in that very same position.

"I'm home"

"Welcome back, okaa-san"

"Josuke, I've already told you that it isn't necessary to call me- Are you okay?!" You tried to run to him, not putting on your indoors shoes and accidentally stepping on another needle, you fell next to him in another bubble.

What a great way to discover your kid's stand, isn't it?

Not any bubble or explosion, no fire or steel, your kid's stand, which you still have yet to see, left little black poisoned needles around the house.

Delightful.

You are about to really freak out, but Josuke is totally fine with that.

"Okay"

"Okay? What do you mean by okay?!"

"That it's fine"

"?!"

Josuke really is the kind of father that approves any shit that the his kid does.

That would explain, in part, why your kid, now a teenager, ended up like in that way.

"Why are you so late?" You catched your child coming in the middle of the night back home, after hours of waiting for them and overstressing yourself.

"I just got caught in some business" they were obviously lying, looking anywhere for their father to come and save them from your rage.

"Ha, now it's called business"

"Okaa-san, that's enough" oh good, now Josuke was there, your child eyes looked at him like he was their salvation.

"Father!"

"Don't meddle in this, Josuke"

"What an interesting thing to say, you did the very same thing when younger"

"?!"

Of course, Josuke always talks about how much your child resembles you, saying that he loves that so much.

If someone get to say that his child looks a lot like him then he would say that that's wrong and that they resembled you more, he really believes it even when everyone looks at him like he is blind.

He even says that Poison, your kid's stand, looks exactly like Stairway to Heaven, and well, that's true.

"I love so much that you and your okaa-san are so similar"

"We don't!" of course you both responded at the same time in the same way, and that is enough to make him happy for the rest of the afternoon.

Overall, Josuke would be the kind of cool dad, one that just loves to see similitudes in you and your kid, making him feel like he is ready for another one, he might ask you so that very same moment, not caring who is near to hear.

"Okaa-san"

"What is it, Josuke?" Now you just let him call you like he wanted.

"Can we have another baby?"

"Dad, so gross!"

Oh dear, maybe it was time to tell his blessing how babies were made.

[signanothername]

I was reading the Burns Bot caste hc and I noticed anon used Megs full name and Imagine if Blades did that. He was probably exposed to a lot of deception propaganda and even if he didn’t agree to join them, they’re the reason he got a chance in life. So he calls them by name and tittle, contrast to HW who joined them, and saw first hand how they took it to far. How whether he choose the mines, or the field, it was a death sentence. I can imagine HW also being resentful towards himself for ever even joining, pushing himself to the limit to make up for it.

YESSSSSSS

Blades is somewhat easy to influence and i think he’d probably use Megs’ full name constantly, meanwhile the others would use Megs’ shortened name

And wouldn’t it be interesting if this happened around the Burns family who get confused when they realize that the four bots are actually referring to the same guy, why would Blades use a different name than the others?

And oh poor HW absolutely would resent himself for joining the cons, he’s the kinda bot who has a strong conscious, and having been part of the Deceptticon cause even for a little while? Having helped to some extent? Yeah it never sits right with him

That’s why i feel like being a rescue bot would’ve helped him with the guilt and regret, cause he gets to help repair what he helped create in some way and get to save and protect rather than the bloodshed he was part of

It’d be really interesting if it was a dividing point between HW and Blades to some extent, Blades is somewhat grateful while HW is resentful, so whenever Blades uses “Megatronus” HW corrects him by saying “Megatron” cause to HW? Megatronus and Megatron are never gonna be the same bot, one was an inspirational gladiator to many, the other is just a bloodthirsty madman

I feel like HW and Blades don’t talk about the Cons much cause of that lil disagreement between them

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Ask anon is referring to in here :3