#and the second one is just sort of a thing i noticed

[sugxto]

brutalizer(s) - eddie/volt/reader

⋆syn: You decide to "challengers" your new boyfriends. It, uh, doesn't go as planned.

⋆wc: 3.3k

⋆cw: m/m/f threesome, light dom/sub undertones, erotic electrostimulation, some very very minor dacryphilia, spit sharing, choking.

⋆notes: takes place immediately after the love route, but can be read independently. g/n pronouns for reader, called "good girl" and afab genitalia. other e/v one shots.

⋆snippet:

“Thought you did something there, huh?” Eddie’s voice is low, it hits you somewhere deeper in your belly than it has before. The whiskey sours earlier certainly aren’t helping. “It’s cute, but, come on.”

Volt chuckles, his lips against Eddie’s cheek, and his white hot stare locks on to you too. “Very cute, indeed. Really, spark,” his lips curl into what you can only describe as something dastardly, “did you honestly think I don’t already know his lips better than my own?”

“We could do a Volt and Eddie sandwich.”

The corner of Volt’s smile twitches, and he turns to Eddie with raised brows, hands nonchalantly in his pockets. Eddie’s face is uncharacteristically pink, and he casts a knowing glance at Volt, and pushes himself off the bar. 

“Well, seeing as how we’re… closed for the evening,” Volt starts, his eyes traveling back to yours, “I think, something to that effect, can be arranged. Eddie?”

The ice that you’ve come to know in Eddie’s stare is gone, the new spark glittering in it instead. He looks more lively, more excited, more… confident?

“I… wouldn’t be opposed.” His eyes rake over your body, as if finally allowing himself to fully drink you in the same way he drinks his whiskey sours. “It’s been a while since I’ve been up to… enjoying myself.”

Oh, they’re serious. 

I mean, you were serious too, but, right now? Right after they’ve just, essentially, come back to life?

But, who were you to turn down a good time?

You clear your throat. “Uh, here? In the club?”

Eddie scoffs, because you already knew the answer. “Absolutely not. No sex in the bar, that’s the one rule.”

“It’s not really a rule -”

“Volt.”

“Fine, fine, not here. Not tonight, at least.”

“Volt -”

“We live upstairs, a flat sort of thing.” Volt holds out his hand to you, want apparent in his gaze. “Shall I lead us there?”

You take his hand, that same spark from the first night surging up your arm, and you feel a second hand, strong and rough, at the small of your back as you head up the stairs. 

You realize, when you get to the bedroom, that you’ve… never done this before. Two. At once? Separately? How… exactly does this work. 

A thought sparks in your memory, of a movie you watched with Sam, where a girl swindled the two boys interested in her to kiss each other, and ya know, that’s something you might be interested in seeing. 

You’re all in the bedroom now, both of them eyeing you, expectantly, though not hurriedly. You giggle nervously, holding your hands to your heart. 

“I’ve uh, never done this before,” you admit. “Maybe, can I kiss you? And we can go from there?”

“Of course, darling. Whatever you want,” Volt cocks his head in Eddie’s direction. “I’ve already had the pleasure, so why not give Eddie a taste, hm?”

Eddie rolls his eyes and sighs. “Ignore him, he can’t help it.” He holds out his hand, and pulls you closer when you take it. “But, I wouldn’t say no.”

Eddie’s lips are different from Volt’s, more hesitant, but soft, and gentle as he learns your pace and the shape of your mouth. He tastes like a whiskey sour, and you just want to drink him down. 

Volt’s lips find your neck, and you notice he’s slipped off his shirt, and the air hums with the charge emanating off him. You lean into him, his strong arms, and Eddie pulls away to take off his own shirt as Volt smoothly whips off your dress. Eddie takes his turn at your neck, and the double dose of pleasure pulses like a current under your skin. 

You raise your hands, find their cheeks, and gently, oh so gently, you bring their lips towards each other, hoping they don’t notice it’s no longer you. You’ll only watch for a moment, you tell yourself, before you insert yourself back in. No one will be the wiser. As their lips touch, their eyes stay closed, and you step back to quietly sit on the edge of the bed. 

You watch their lips met with rapt attention, the ends of Volt’s hair sparking with each swipe of tongue you catch. Eddie’s teeth find the softness of Volt’s bottom lip, and a small sound escapes the back of your throat at the sight. 

You expected them to pull apart at the unexpected sound, to open their eyes and realize what they’d done (and, not a small part of you hoped, punish you for it).

So it’s a bit odd, you think, when their kiss deepens. When Volt’s large hand, his silver nails, find Eddie’s jaw, and swipe acros his stubble. When Eddie, in turn, half opens his eye, and a titanium stare finds you past Volt’s cheekbone.

Your heart hammers in your chest. This is either going to go better than you expected, or much, much worse for you.

You’re not sure which you’re hoping for more. 

Volt’s lips move to Eddie’s cheek, his jaw, exposing more of Eddie’s face to you - both his eyes, boring into yours. He’s barely hiding a smirk. 

“Thought you did something there, huh?” Eddie’s voice is low, it hits you somewhere deeper in your belly than it has before. The whiskey sours earlier certainly aren’t helping. “It’s cute, but, come on.”

Volt chuckles, his lips against Eddie’s cheek, and his white hot stare locks on to you too. “Very cute, indeed. Really, spark,” his lips curl into what you can only describe as something dastardly, “did you honestly think I don’t already know his lips better than my own?”

Oh.

Oh for amps sake. 

Because, actually, no. That thought hadn’t occurred to you. Why hadn’t that thought occurred to you? I mean, come on, there’s only one bed!

Your mouth goes dry, your jaw goes slack, your eyes zinging back and forth between pure white and pure steel. You’re caught. You’re so caught. 

“I, uh,” you start, but you’ve lost that bravado. “I never want to assume.”

Eddie huffs out a laugh, Volt’s thumb rubbing over his bottom lip. He pecks it softly. “Right. How thoughtful.”

“This is what you were wanting, though, was it not, live wire?” Volt purrs as he extricates himself from Eddie’s side, taking a step towards you in a way that reminds of that tiger feeding you once saw at the zoo. Like a predator. Stalking. Possessive. 

Oh fuck, you think. You’ve just fed yourself to the tigers. 

Volt’s hands are on either side of the bed next to your hips. Caging you. You can feel the sparks from his hair, the charge in his skin. “You wanted all three of us to enjoy ourselves, yes?”

You nod, and you see a flash of his canine teeth as he smiles.

“Exactly. And we most certainly will. But,” his jagged eyebrows lift, “you thought you could have an upper hand. And, it absolutely delights me to say, you won’t be having that.”

Rough hands are on your shoulders, and you’re shoved down onto the bed, Eddie’s unruly coils dangling over you. 

“Eddie, where did you -” you breathe, but one of those calloused hands is on your throat, squeezing just enough to silence you. Eddie’s grey eyes have darkened. Hunger, you think, he’s hungry.

Familiar sparks singe your inner thighs, but you can't lift your head to see what else Volt is doing - you can only feel the currents under your skin as his fingers find the crotch of your panties, pulling them only a little. Eddie only watches your face, how your brows furrow at the teasing, your eyes pleading for something he can’t give. Your hand comes to his wrist, not pushing him away, but needing to touch him more. 

“Eddie,” you breathe, feeling the weight of his hand on your neck. “Eddie please -”

“Do I look like the one you should be talkin to?” His brows lift, his stare curious. “Ya know, I don’t even really think you’re in a position to be talkin, period. Volt?”

You feel the man in question hum over the cloth of your panties, already hot, and the literal electricity isn’t helping. “I think I can occupy them, if you can keep them quiet.”

Keep them quiet?? Your eyes widen, but Eddie only chuckles. “My pleasure.”

With limited movement, you’re only acutely aware of what Eddie does with his other hand, until you hear the zip of his fly, the rustle of fabric, and -

Oh, fuck. 

Eddie’s cock is gorgeous, veiny in a way that reminds you of the wires he adorns, the head already leaking with pre. You lick your lips, staring at just a few inches over your face, and god, Eddie’s not the only hungry one. 

“Fuuuck, Eddie,” you moan, bringing your hand up to try and touch it, but the hand around your throat moves faster, leaving its mark to grab at your wrist this time. 

Eddie tsks his tongue. “Not so fast, live wire. Volt wants me to keep you quiet.” His other hand finds your cheek, stroking softly. “So, open your mouth, hm?”

The heat between your legs is getting unbearable, and you whimper when you feel Volt move the scrap of fabric to the side. “Yes, Eddie,” you manage, opening wide and offering your tongue. 

His cock is so hot as it finds your mouth, the soft tip and drops of pre languishing over your tongue, you can’t stop your lips from wrapping around his length as he presses in further, further -

A zap to your clitoris makes your hips buck in surprise, and your eyes shoot open - you see nothing save Eddie’s balls above your nose, and another zap elicits a squeak from your full mouth. 

Volt’s laugh is feral, his breath burning on your thighs. “Liked that, my little spark? Don’t worry, I’ve got plenty of charge for us.” His thumb presses almost delicately to your bud, making the smallest of circles, testing, learning. “Gorgeous. Absolutely gorgeous.” His thumb dips lower, finding your entrance already wet, waiting. “I simply must have a taste.”

His tongue is unlike anything you’ve ever felt before - Ben-Hwa’s vibrations are incomparable to the literal electricity that is swiping over your lips, your hole, your clit - it’s mind-blowing. It’s explosive. Volt works you almost too expertly to be believed, and your brain short circuits when a finger slips inside. 

Eddie groans as he feels you moan around him, your hips wanting to buck, but one of Volt’s forearms keeps your hips pressed to the bed. You’re pinned, caged, at the whims of these two men, and it’s making you ache. 

Faster than you can remember happening before, your belly coils with tension, your climax growing completely outside your control. Volt feels it too, he must, because he devours you with fervor, two fingers moving at an impossible pace inside you. It builds and builds and -

You see sparks as you cum, as your hips fight against Volt’s hold, as you struggle for something solid to hold to. Your skin tingles, you’re absolutely buzzing, you’re a -

“Mm, live wire,” you hear Volt’s smile as he says it, and he presses a kiss to your clit - it makes your leg shake unconsciously. “You are just too fun.”

You whimper, your body jello, your focus on keeping Eddie’s cock inside your mouth, but you feel him retreat, and whimper again at the loss. 

Eddie strokes your cheek again, and you feel Volt climb onto the bed, sitting by your side. His touch slinks up your torso, the side of your breast, your bicep, trailing sparks the whole way. 

He hums contentedly. “Good girl for taking Eddie so well, he says, and you flush, and watch him glance up at Eddie, who's sitting back on his knees. “And good boy keeping them quiet, Eddie.”

Eddie’s sigh sounds a bit amused. “You haven’t said that shit in a while.”

“Well, I mean it.”

“Uh huh.” Eddie’s hands reach for the back of Volt’s neck, pulling him closer. “Lemme taste, yeah?”

Volt’s chuckle is cut off by Eddie’s tongue swiping over his lips before pushing inside his mouth, and god, what a sight for sore eyes. The men pull at each other, teeth clashing, and in your blissed out state, you can’t stop the moan that leaves your lips. 

Two sets of eyes stare down at you, two sets of lips curling into grins. “Oh, darling,” Volt purrs, “you want a taste too?”

You can only nod, and you will your body to lift yourself onto your elbows to meet them halfway. You watch them share a look, and your arms tremble. 

“Open, then.”

You cock your head. “What?”

“Open. Your mouth,” Volt repeats, and you do, tentatively. 

“Very good.” Volt turns back to Eddie, pulling his jaw with his thumb, and Eddie’s mouth drops for him. Volt positions his lips above him, and a line of spit trails from his lips onto Eddie’s waiting tongue. 

These men. These men were going to kill you. 

Eddie hums, and as he bends down to you, his hand trails down Volt’s stomach. You press your legs together, the anticipation sparking back inside you. Your nails claw at the sheets when Eddie hovers a few inches above your head, and you press your tongue even further out. The spit travels from his lips and lands, cold, on your tongue, and your legs twitch, your fists clench.

“Swallow,” Eddie says, voice thick and gruff with lust. 

You do. 

And they pounce. 

You’re dragged up the bed, two sets of hands pulling and pawing. Somehow your bra is off, your panties are gone, you hear their pants hit the floor, and the temperature raises as more skin is exposed. You find yourself propped against the pillows, your back against Eddie’s stomach, Volt stomachs against yours, utterly pressed between them. 

“Feel good, spark?” Volt says, his hand at your waist. “Your sandwich living up to expectations?”

You giggle, realizing this was, in fact, exactly what you’d asked for. “Absolutely.”

“Good,” Eddie grunts, his lips on your earlobe. 

“We do aim to please.” Volt squeezes your side, grinding his hips against you, his length hard, pressing insistently at where your thighs press together. 

“I’ll make sure to leave a -“ you gasp when Eddie’s teeth graze your neck, “a, fuck, glowing Breaker Box review.”

Volt’s grin is back to dastardly, and he grinds his hips harder against you. “Let’s ensure five stars, shall we?” 

His hand moves from your hip to your thigh, a spark running down your leg as he lifts it and throws it over his thigh. His cock is pressed against your stomach, and another pair of hands reach around to cup your breasts, and now Eddie’s cock slots between your cheeks. 

“Now, spark,” Volt’s voice is low, honeyed, and Eddie’s bites to your neck aren’t helping the buzz in your head. “Who do you want first?”

Best sandwich you’ve ever had. 

“I, I have to choose?” You mumble out, barely able to form a sentence as Volt’s eyes study your face. Eddie groans, pinching your nipple to elicit a gasp from your lips. 

“Mm, darling, we’ll work our way to not having to.” His fingers dance along your thigh, and Eddie’s cock slides along your skin. “Patience, for now, however. We wouldn’t want to break you on our first outing.”

Oh, but maybe you did. 

You swallow, the wires of your mind completely disconnected. “Volt, I, I can’t. I can’t choose.” How could you? Between two perfect, adoring, electrifying men, that wanted you more than the currents in their bodies? It wasn’t fair, surely. They were one, they were yours, but you couldn’t choose.

Volt’s lips turn to a pout, but it doesn't reach his eyes. “Oh, poor wire. Feeling frayed?” He tsks his tongue when you nod. “Alright, no more choosing tonight. Let us take care of you, hm? Just close your eyes.”

You do, and he again lifts your leg, granting full access to anyone wanting your hole. You ache, the air charged and your lips dripping with want. You feel both of them pull away from you slightly, no longer able to feel their lengths, and you whimper from the loss of -

An intrusion of your entrance makes you cry out in surprise, and slowly, terribly, intensely, you’re being filled, and it’s like a fire has been lit inside your cunt, under your skin, in your heart. It burns, deliciously, beautifully. You eyelids flutter when the cock bottoms out, and a familiar, rough hand is suddenly covering your eyes. 

“You,” Eddie groans in your ear, “you, fuck me, feel perfect, spark.” His breath is ragged, and you curse when he thrusts, once, twice. “Oh fuck, oh, baby.” He says it reverently, lovingly. Your heart is going to burst out of your chest. 

A new hand finds your nipple, a zap bringing it to attention. “How does he feel, our spark? Doesn't his cock feel like it’s going to split you in two?”

In another state of mind, you might want to linger on the implications of that question. But yes, in fact, as Eddie’s thrusts became more frantic, the possibility of you splitting at the center did seem more likely. If Volt holding up your leg was the only thing centering yourself. 

Just as soon as you feel your climax building inside you, you’re empty, Eddie sliding out of you, and you grip around nothing, moaning at the emptiness. 

“No, no, Eddie, please!” You manage out before the hand on your eyes slips down to cover your mouth. The callouses on his hands are harsh against your lips, and you barely manage out a moan of protest before something new slips inside you, long and hot and slipping in so nicely. Moans of protest quickly turn to acceptance, and Volt’s cock is just so easy to accept. 

“Oh sweet amp.” Volt’s usually collected voice is shaky as he works his way inside you, taking his time much to your distress. “Live wire, I - we -”

“You,” Eddie breathes in your ear, “you might’ve been made for us.”

Ah. 

That’ll do it, then. 

You hardly even feel the build up, the spiringing coil, all you know if you’re cumming, you’re gushing without abandon on Volt’s cock, and tears spring to your eyes when they both curse, and Volt’s pace quickens. Eddie’s hand leaves your mouth, finding your neck again, controlling your air like he controls the very power of your home. Your body is slack, offering neither of them resistance, given over to the fire inside your belly, the weight of their hands, their control of your cunt. 

You feel Volt slip out, and now Eddie is back inside you. The tears spill over your cheeks, and an electric tongue licks them up. Almost as quickly as you adjust to Eddie, he’s gone, and Volt is back, then Eddie, then Volt, until you’re no longer cognizant of the difference. 

Eddie’s breath is erratic. “I’m, fuck, I -”

“Me too, darling,” Volt huffs. “Where -”

“S, stomach,” you moan. “Both, both, please.”

You’re on your back, your body liquid, but you open your eyes enough to watch their hands find each other’s lengths, pump once, twice, and then groan together as their cum lands on your skin, singeing like the flame of a candle. 

It’s a haze, what comes after. They’re kissing your cheeks, tucking your hair, singing what you guess are your praises in your ear. Volt’s voice is distant, but you hear how he calls you a good girl, while Eddie wipes away their spend with a towel from his discarded pants. 

You’re between them again when you return to earth, kisses peppered on your shoulder, tingles along your arms. It’s better than any dream, but somehow, you know it won’t disappear. 

“Back with us, spark?” Eddie whispers when your eyes flutter open. 

You smile softly, hum contentedly. “Always.”

“Very good,” Volt’s lips press to your collarbone. “You took everything beautifully, live wire. Our good girl. Our spark.”

You sigh, rolling onto your back, and find their cheeks with your hands. “You boys,” you smile, gaze flicking between them. “I love you.”

Steel meets white, then both meet you. “We love you too, little wire.”

[ukytluvrs]

hiii i know you said i didn’t need to send u a request but i couldn’t help myself- thoughts on dixon!reader/chris’s sister!reader x george??

where they meet for the first time at chris’s birthday party and it’s a love at first sight kind of thing but also sort of forbidden love cause she’s related to chris…

OFF LIMITS - G.CLARKE

George clarke x dixion!reader

CONTAINS: fluff, smut (if you squint)

SUMMARY: Chris' sister is back in town for his birthday, in where she meets George Clarke for the first time.

AUTHORS NOTE: is this too niche?? never written anything 'smutty' before so I hope this is okay! thank you for requesting, sorry it took so long <3

my requests are open.

CHRIS' FLAT WAS ALREADY PACKED by the time she got there, squeezing through the crowd of people, she scouted her brother amongst them.

"You're here, finally!" Chris grinned, pulling her into a hug.

"Yeah, sorry I'm late - the train ran late." She shouted over the music.

Nodding understandingly, he gently pushes her towards the kitchen, "Go on, get yourself a drink."

She makes her way to the kitchen, pouring herself a drink, when she hears someone's voice from behind her.

"youre Chris' sister, right?"

She turned around. The guy was taller than expected, with messy curls, and that familiar face from Chris' videos. George Clarke. She nodded slowly, caught off guard by how attractive he looked in real life.

"That obvious?"

He shrugged, grinning. "You look alike - you have the same judging face as he does."

She snorts, "That's true, actually"

"I'm George," he introduces, offering his hand.

"I know," she replies quickly.

"Oh?" his grin widened. "Fan?"

She raised her brow, a smirk tugging on her lips "You wish."

He laughed, "fair."

There was a pause, not awkward, just heavy with something else. Intrest? curiosity?

For the rest of the night, the two kept glancing at each other, unable to keep their eyes away and ignore the tension simmering between them.

It wasn't planned. She hadn't meant to follow him into his room, but here they were, his hands in her hair, her mouth on his. It was messy. fast. real. For a second, nothing else existed. just them, not Chris down the hall, not the music or the fact that George was passionately making out with Chris' sister. It was just them.

And it carried on that way for many months, with her frequent visits to "see Chris", but both of them knew it wasn't that (sorry Chris xoxo). There was always an excuse. She'd show up under the guise of catching up, maybe even pretend she was just in the area. And Chris? he never questioned it. I mean, why would he? She was his sister, after all; in fact, Chris liked that he got to see more of her lately. George played along effortlessly, but behind closed doors, it was different. There were quiet glances across the room, brushed hands in hallways, and stolen kisses when no one was looking. Late nights in his room with the door shut, Chris across the hall, oblivious to the fact that George was pressed against her like he couldn't bear to be apart. Some nights, it was innocent. Just talking until the morning sun shone through his bedroom windows, laughing quietly into each other. It never stayed innocent for long, though.

He'd pull her in, his hands slipping under the hem of his her hoodie like it belonged there. lips on her neck, breath hot against her skin, as his other hand made its way to between her thighs.

Sometimes, when her legs wrapped around his waist and his mouth moved against hers like he was trying to memorise every inch of her, he'd pause, just for a second and whisper her name like it was something sacred.

It was messy. addictive. and getting much harder to hide. Because no matter how careful they were, someone was bound to notice. And what were they to do then?

Anyone want a part 2?

[peasack]

Yesterday I Accidentally called my chemistry teacher dad and I was so embarrassed.

So that lowkey got ne into thinking what if you'd call the thunderbolts-men dad? So I brought that into reality, enjoy!!

Thunderbolts x Gn!Teen!Reader

✦Thunderbolts Accidentally Calling Them Dad Headcanons ✦

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✦ John Walker

You were in the kitchen trying to open a stubborn jar of pickles when John passed by, towel slung over his shoulder, still sweaty from his morning run.

“Need help with that?” he asked, grabbing a water bottle from the fridge.

You held out the jar with a grunt. “Yeah, it’s like Fort Knox.”

He cracked it open easily, handed it back. You mumbled a thank you under your breath before saying—

“Thanks, Dad—uh. John. I meant John.”

Silence.

Your face went crimson as John blinked at you. You looked anywhere but at him. He set down the water bottle and tilted his head.

“…You called me Dad.”

“Yeah. Slipped out. Sorry.”

John was quiet for a second. Then he gave a small chuckle, half a breath, more real than most things he said.

“Well,” he said, voice softer than usual, “I’ve been called worse.”

You glanced at him, surprised. He looked a little flustered himself, lips twitching like he was trying not to grin.

“You want me to… stop calling you that?”

He shook his head. “Only if you want to. But if you do it again, I’m claiming the Father’s Day card.”

You rolled your eyes. “Deal.”

✦ Bucky Barnes

It was late. You were exhausted after school and halfway through asking Bucky something when it slipped.

“—and can you sign this field trip thing, Dad?”

You froze. He froze.

He looked up from his book, eyebrows raised slightly. His expression didn’t change much, but you could feel the tension in the air.

“I—sorry. I didn’t mean to. It’s just—habit. Or...brain slip. You know.”

Bucky didn’t speak for a beat.

Then, slowly, he nodded.

“…You sure that’s a bad thing?”

You looked at him, brows knitting. “What do you mean?”

He gave the tiniest smile. “You calling me that.”

You hesitated. “You don’t mind?”

“I think… it’d be nice, actually,” he said, voice gruff but honest. “If it came from you.”

Your heart thudded. You didn’t say anything, just quietly handed him the form. His metal hand brushed yours as he signed it.

Later, he left the signed paper on your desk, folded with a sticky note on top.

“Next time, just ask your old man directly.”

✦ Bob Reynolds

You were crying.

Not the loud, messy kind—just the quiet, brittle sort, tucked into the corner of the couch with your sleeves covering your face. Bob had come to check on you when he noticed you didn’t come down for dinner.

He sat next to you gently, not asking questions. Just offering a tissue and setting down a mug of tea.

After a while, when your voice finally returned, it cracked like glass.

“Thanks for… being here, Dad.”

It was a whisper. A whisper you didn’t realize you said until Bob’s breath caught.

You looked up at him, startled. “I didn’t—oh. I didn’t mean—”

He was looking at you with that soft, stunned expression. The one he got when something beautiful happened unexpectedly.

“…You sure?”

You blinked. “About what?”

“Calling me that. Do you want me to be?”

You opened your mouth. Closed it. Nodded.

He smiled. Small. Fragile. But it reached his eyes.

“Then I’ll be here. As long as you want.”

✦ Alexei Shostakov

You were yelling.

The TV was too loud. Alexei was hogging the remote. You just wanted to play your game without hearing an entire Russian action movie blaring in the background.

“Alexei, please turn it down—”

“No! Is dramatic climax! They are in helicopter with no fuel!”

“For the love of—Dad, please—!”

Silence.

The movie kept going, but neither of you heard it.

You clamped a hand over your mouth. “I didn’t—I mean—I’m—”

Alexei turned to you, eyes wide.

“…You called me Dad.”

You winced. “Yeah. Sorry. Reflex.”

He grinned like a kid who just won a prize.

“I am the dad! Yes! Finally!”

You groaned. “Don’t make it weird—”

“I will not! I am honored! You hear this? ‘Dad, please!’” He mimicked you terribly.

You threatened to throw a pillow at him. He caught it mid-air and gave you a one-armed hug, ruffling your hair like a proud giant.

“Is good day,” he said with a smile. “Very good day.”

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oml I loved writing this, was highkey smiling the whole time.

If you guys want me to make one of calling the others mom leave a request! <3

[oh-no-its-bird]

Shikamaru accidentally becomes the second coming of Jiraiya via anonymously publishing BL novels with Sakura and Ino as his managers and editors

HEAR ME OUT. HEAR ME OUT.

Ok so, Shikamaru's grandfather passes away (aka my oc Shikasada, for those in the know) and among his things is a very old diary dating back to Konoha's founding. Shikamaru opens it to fund uhh. Many things. Many things he could have gone without knowing. Mostly revolving around his grandpa's apparent years long slow burn affair w some Hatake boy.

Shikamaru, sort of horrified but in too deep to back out now, resolves to at least finish the diary-- and despite himself, besides some of the more painful to read sections, there really is a lot of really interesting information in the diary.

Which brings Shikamaru to being unable to set down the diary, and bringing it to the academy with him in the morning.

(Quick note, lets set this like two or three months before graduation, so Shikamaru is like, ~13 I think)

SO, SHIKAMARU IS IN CLASS AND READING HIS GRANDFATHERS DIARY IN THE BACK OF THE CLASS (his first mistake, tbh) And he doesnt notice as Ino and Sakura appear behind him and Ino starts reading over his shoulder. And Ino, proud fujo, after a minute of reading goes really loudly,

"is that YAOI???"

And now Shikamaru essentially has two options. Both of them a uniquely kind of terrible. Does he,

a) admit this is his grandfathers very gay, very sappy, very depressing, kind of steamy diary about how he cheated on his fiance with a Hatake boy and even briefly debated running away from his wedding to be with him instead (but ultimately didnt)

or, b) let his classmates think hes a fan of doomed yaoi romance novels.

He decides that option b at least doesnt invoke a possible scandle for his clan (which his mom would kill him for) and says its a book.

Sakura immediately points out the fact that its hand written.

On pure reflex, Shikamaru blurts, "I wrote it."

(Instant regret.)

So anyways Ino and Sakura (mostly Ino) bully Shikamaru into letting them read 'his' book. And they come back to him with it going "omg, this is amazing! It's just as good-- maybe even better than most of the things on the market right now!!!"

And Shikamaru is like, "great can I have it back please."

And they're like "Shikamaru, you cant just let this kind of masterpiece rot in your closet!!!! This is incredible!!!! Heart wrenching!!! Hair raising!!! Super dramatic and filled with tension and drama and history and 𝓇𝑜𝓂𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒 !"

And Shikamaru, again, is like, "Great. Can I have it back please."

"Shikamaru, you don't understand. You have a gift."

"Can I please have it back now."

So. One thing leads to another and after much peer pressure (and maybe some light threats of blackmail because Ino and Sakura have totally realized that Shikamaru didn't actually write the diary, and it instead belonged to his grandfather. (Mostly because Ino had actually met the man before, and obviously recognized his name)) Shikamaru has now gained:

a) two very eager 13 year old publishing managers / editors

b) the contact information of Sakura's cousin, who coincidentally works at one of the biggest publishing houses in Fire counry.

c) somehow, some way, the obligation to edit and publish his grandfathers diary as a bl romance novel.

Shikamaru hates his fucking life.

SO. THEY PUBLISH IT AFTER SOME EDITING AND CHANGING OF CLAN NAMES AND ITS A WILD SUCCESS. SHIKAMARU IS KIND OF MAD AT HOW MUCH OF A WILD SUCCES IT IS.

(Though, laying in his bed of money that now rivals his father's personal funds as the Nara clan head, he can't bring himself to be... as mad as he might have otherwise been.)

(Sakura and Ino, also with their giant piles of money, are also very satisfied.)

But the satisfaction doesnt last for long bc soon the girls are scheming to get Shikamaru to write something new for them to publish.

"But I didn't write the diary to begin with!" Shikamaru argues.

"What does it matter?" Ino insists. "You still edited it, and it was your grandfather who wrote it! Some of the talent has to be there!"

(depressingly enough for Shikamaru, some of the talent does seem to be there.)

And thus begins Shikamaru's life of becoming a famous romance author with his (blackmailers) managers Ino and Sakura <3

(In the pure lands, Shikamaru's grandfather is screaming into a pillow as his Hatake boy in question laughs his ass off and insists this is exactly what he deserves after keeping them a secret for so long. Really, Shika, you should be proud for having such a resourceful grandson.)

So anyways, this brings me to the fact that Sakura's first ever encounter with her new sensei, Kakashi, would have gone WILDLY different on her end. Because she saw the original diary. She, unlike the general public, didn't get the edited version of the story with changed clan names.

So when her teacher walks into the room and introduces himself, her very first thought is omg like the yaoi.

And her first act is to start giggling maniacally in the corner of the room like a little freak. In Sakura we stan

Kakashi meanwhile has no fucking clue what kind of drugs that little girl is on, but finds that he probably doesn't want to know.

WHICH ALSO BRINGS ME TO THE FACT THAT LIKE. Theres something profoundly funny about known icha-icha lover Kakashi reading this novel and becoming a huge fan-- absolutey 100% unaware that it's about HIS direct cousin, only two generations back.

Shikamaru put way more effort into disguising the Nara clan's involvement in the book-- both because he cares more about the Nara and because he kinda uhh... was under the impression that the Hatake were all dead, like, for real. In the book, the Nara's clan name is changed, the character names are changed, their sacred animal is changed to a rabbit and their traditions are all altered-- but the Hatake clan just becomes the Hasake clan and is largely left alone bc Shikamaru is 13 and can't really be bothered to go the extra mile.

(Editing so much is such a bother, Ino. You just dont get it)

So like, Shikamaru has no idea who Kakashi is, he only learns he exists when Sakura fucking bodyslams into him and Ino screaming about how HER NEW TEACHER IS RELATED TO THAT GUY YOUR GRANDPA HAD NASTY GAY SEX WITH !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

"THE ONE LIKE IN THE DIARY ONE???" Ino screams

"IS THERE ANOTHER GUY WHO HAD NASTY GAY SEX WITH SHIKAMARU'S GRANDPA WHO I'M SUPPOSED TO KNOW ABOUT??!?!?" Sakura screams back

Shikamaru just screams into his pillow. The girls both ignore him.

Meanwhile, Kakashi knows SHIT about his clan and recognizes nothing in the novel. Which is a special kind of tragic because as he reads it, he's being given more information than he's ever been given about his clan. And even specific stories and in depth recorded conversations about his grandmother-- and even occasional mentions of his own father as a baby, and he just... has no idea.

Man is literally reading about his ancestors, getting stories of his family only a single generation before him, going: "Wow something about this clan just speaks to me. Probably the dogs."

Literally getting his fathers childhood stories. Not a single clue.

Hes going on a mission going "Hmm, what would Haruka Hasake from hit bl series XXX do" like that isnt secretly his fucking GRANDMA

Meanwhile, all three of the kids are acting SO shady around him. Ino and Shikamaru specifically are so fucking suspicious bc they are largely successful in avoiding him like the plague-- so when they do interact, it's an Event(tm) for them, while Sakura is forced to learn to be normal near him via exposure.

Tho not even the sage himself can save Sakura from the day Kakashi pulls out THE book during training instead of his usual icha-icha. Sakura fucks up her aim on a body flicker and flies straight into a tree, giving herself a concussion. Rip!!

Anyways yeah. Let Shikamaru discover his grandfathers old, scandal filled diary and be blackmailed by Ino and Sakura into publishing it-- setting him on his journey of becoming the next big thing in naruto romance publishing. It'd be funny as hell.

Special thanks to @imsosleepyofyourbull and @halsaph for talking to me about this on discord, this is so fucking stupid and I had so much fun with it

[sanotymanjiro]

𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝 ꨄ︎

𝙨𝙖𝙣𝙤 𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙟𝙞𝙧𝙤

𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙩

fluff, soft, set in whatever timeline the reader wants, secret crush; mikey on reader, mild swearing

⚽ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

mikey is a manchild. he is your best friend and soulmate, the boy you grew up with and the boy who has protected you, teased you, cared for you but also been a pain in your ass forcing you to spend countless nights fetching him some dorayaki dead at night because he couldn't sleep. you knock as quietly as you can covey your annoyance without waking the entire sano household up and the door instantly swings open revealing the golden haired boy with a cheeky grin plastered on his face. you fight the urge to roll your eyes and shove the bag his way ready to turn away until his hand catches your wrist.

mikey: waittt!

y/n, practically hissing: what?!

mikey, with a pleading grin: movie night please please pleaseeee?

y/n: are you mad?! u may skip school but i very much still have an 8 to 3 schedule manjiro! i'm getting no sleep at this rate!

mikey, begging: please! fine fine fine! ill...ill let you do my hair...?

and thats how you ended up in his room snuggled together with an assortment of coloured hair ties and accessories in your lap with spirited away rolling in the back at a low volume. you brush his golden locks using your portable hairbrush smiling to yourself as you lean down to sniff it since it smells like your favourite shampoo when you were a child, baby johnson's. you had teased mikey for using it at his big age of 15 but every time he would pout and explain how it was the only thing that isn't damaging and even try to force you to use it just to prove his point, he had a serious fear of going bald in the future and you once caught him trying to generate himself as a bald on man on ai which had you dying of laughter while he whined in embarrassment.

mikey: owww- hss- ow! slow down y/n!!

y/n: stop being a baby i'm done, i'm done...

after untangling the knots in his hair you split it down the middle and gather it into two small pon-pons before sliding a baby blue hair tie with a bow attached to hold them in place, smiling to yourself at how cute it looked while applying some white clips to his bangs.

𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨 𝐩𝐨𝐯:

mikey pretended to watch the movie but the mirror on his closet opposite him reflecting your joyful face wouldn't let him. his fingers fidgeted with the covers of his bed which you had bought him as a gift claiming his room was too plain and mature, his eyes darting to the gentle curve of your jaw in the warm light flowing from the bedside lamp. manjiro had always found you cute, sure you were bratty, nagging, extremely stubborn and persistent and maybe sometimes annoying but your cuteness won all of that ten times over, and mikey was one of the few to notice it. the way you tilt your head to check the sides of his hair, the way your tongue would peek out when you were focused, the soothing motion of your fingers as they brushed his hair over and over thanks to your perfectionist nature, the light of satisfaction that would swirl in your eyes when you were finally pleased with the result; two cute ponytail sort pon-pons with baby blue bows, white clips and a small butterfly clip right on the top of his hair.

mikey couldn't understand why you were so proud of making him look like a walking clown but that didn't matter because he got to see your smile, he got to see you happy and that mattered most of all. before he even notices theres a gentle smile etched onto his lips like second nature and the movie is forgotten completely.

it hurt like hell whenever you would tug too hard at his locks or brush through a knot but if he could watch you like this without you noticing that was all he could ever want not because he didn't want to confess, but because he wanted to make sure that when he does, he'll no longer be the manchild he is now, but the reliable man of your dreams.

2025 @sanotymanjiro

tags (for everyone who enjoyed bubble baths): @dolledupformanjiro | @tetsuyuuuuuuu | @artsjiwoo | @mikeysgf1 | @natsumis-stuff | @katsukisat0 | @dancingnewcat | @whyme287 | @destinyfleur | @banana-revenge | @bebacebe | @mikeys-therapy | @peensas | @afterunigoths | @skr1mps | @beetusbritt | @dollrndo | @yourbabydolllll | @cherry-blossom5 | and anyone else!

[goddamnitmahtin]

All in Your Head

(a dc x dp au)

Bruce: *shaking Harley’s hand* Thanks for coming to see me on short notice.

Harley: It’s no problem. I didn’t have plans today.

Bruce: *leads her to the sitting area, sitting in an armchair*

Harley: *sits across from him* What’s going on Bruce? Is it system stuff? I thought you all were doing pretty okay last session. All things considered.

Bruce: I thought so too but…. I found another voice or alter I guess? And I don’t know when he got here. If he’s been here the whole time or if maybe I got stressed out and split? I dunno.

Harley: *nods* Both are possible… your split tolerance isn’t the best Bruce. What do you know about this new alter so far?

Bruce: He says his name is Danny and that he’s 15. *shrugs* I don’t know what he looks like. Matches says that he looks the way we did in high school but sometimes he’s a ghost. I don’t even know what that means.

Harley: *writing down notes* So he’s a non human alter. This wouldn’t be the first one you’ve had.

Bruce: *thinking about the dark shadow person with bat ears that crawls around on the ceilings in headspace* I’m aware…

Harley: Is Danny close to front right now? Is there any way we can communicate with him?

Bruce: *trying to check* Um… no. But B is near front. He says he’s gonna look for him.

Harley: *smiles* Your gatekeeper is very responsible.

Bruce: *sighs* I do not know what I would do without that guy- I would not be able to handle our kids- *dissociates*

Harley: *waits patiently*

Bruce: *realizes someone is trying to switch* Gimme a second-

Harley: Take all the time you need.

*a few moments pass in silence*

Danny!Bruce: Someone asked for me?

Harley: *smiles, holding out a hand* I’m Doctor Harleen Quinzel. I am assuming you are Danny?

Danny!Bruce: *sits up excitedly* Oh my god lady- you gotta help me- I possessed this rich guy thinking I could lay low for a bit while my core healed but now I’m stuck in here and there’s like a lot of dudes in here and some sort of bat shadow thing? It’s scary as fuck- I just wanna go home-

Harley: *calming voice* It’s okay Danny. You are probably a little confused about your situation.

Danny!Bruce: *groans, his face in his hands* I just wanna go home…

Harley: *assuming Danny is talking about false memories* Why don’t you tell me a little bit about that? What you remember before joining the headspace?

Danny!Bruce: I live in Amity Park. It’s a pretty secluded area. I have a mom and dad and a sister named Jazz. I’ve got two best friends, Sam and Tucker. Literally where am I right now- because this isn’t Amity Park.

Harley: You are in a city called Gotham.

Danny!Bruce: Fucking Gotham!? Holy Cheerios, no wonder this guy’s brain is so weird…. This place is practically as volatile as Amity Park. This also explains the huge amounts of ecto in some of these kids-

Harley: *frowns* Ecto?

[sincerelystarry]

( ☆ ) . * if u saw my tears wld u touch me . . . kiss me on the mouth say u love me !!

modern au — f!reader x best friend!steve harrington

starry’s sweets — order #007

ask : “Hello, I'd like to place an order. Could I get a medium caramel tea cake with strawberry puree, oreo crumbles and rainbow sprinkles?

Thank you!” — @xplrnowornever

summary : “king steve” always knew how to throw a fucking rager, and who were you to miss your best friend’s party? things only get a little complicated when he sees you with some other guy’s tongue shoved down your throat.

warnings : hurt/comfort, reader and steve have liked each other since middle school  but they’re both fucking cowards abt it, suggestive content aka they make out and also there’s tit grabbing, what can i say steve harrington likes boobies, i’m not writing the smut part but it’s basically all the shit leading up to them having sex, steve and reader are both inebriated DONT HAVE SEX WHILE INEBRIATED

word count : 1.2k

You didn’t realize grad parties could become absolute ragers so fast, but those might just be the perks of parents never being around. Music is blaring, some sort of upbeat song everyone knows the words to about snorting coke that you think is fine, just a bit too loud. You shove through the crowd of drunk teens (though most would probably argue they’re adults anyway, being freshly 18), attempting to find the host, your best friend from childhood, none other than Steve Harrington. 

Attempt is the key word here, as you don’t see him anywhere. Instead, you’re taken aside by some guy, who you don’t really care enough to remember the name of. He flirts with you for a bit as the two of you stand in the kitchen beside the bowl of vodka-spiked Hawaiian Punch. You hadn’t been dating for ages, so, bored and slightly pent up, you reciprocate.

You can hardly remember what words were exchanged between the two of you. Maybe something along the lines of the guy calling you pretty and you picking invisible lint off his shirt as an excuse to touch his chest before you’re pressed up against the kitchen counter, red solo cups and your original goal of finding your friend forgotten as the guy kisses you messily. Not the best makeout session you’ve ever had, but not the worst either. Being a bit tipsy also helped you bear through it a bit. 

Lost in the stranger’s tongue down your throat, you don’t notice as Steve walks into the kitchen, searching for you. You don’t notice the way his face falls, the way the plastic cup crumples in his hand as he squeezes it a bit tighter. You don’t notice the way he turns and pushes through whatever girl was flirting with him, touching his arm, tearing his gaze away from you and the guy. 

You and the stranger swap saliva for a few torturous minutes before you break apart and you excuse yourself with a slightly condescending pat on his cheek, thanking him for the distraction from your currently-stale love life. Refilling your cup with punch, you remember the goal you previously had before being distracted by a hot guy that was a bad kisser (as most of them unfortunately are), resuming your search for Steve.

The party really is amazing. You’ve acclimatized to the noise, LEDs flashing colors making you all giggly as you continue to sip at your punch. You get distracted a few more times, dancing with a few girls, making out with some other guys, accepting a mystery gummy that was definitely an edible, but it’s also pineapple flavored, so you mark it off as okay, taking a second strawberry flavored one to give to Steve when you find him.

Some girls tell you they saw him heading upstairs as you dance around with each other, so you excuse yourself from the crowd. You to easily make your way up after refilling your drink and getting one for him, knowing the layout of his house by heart. You assume he’s in his bedroom and enter without knocking. Luckily enough, it’s Steve sitting at the edge of the bed, looking extremely dejected, and not some couple bumping uglies.

“I come bearing a gift,” you say, shutting the door behind you and setting your drink on the nightstand before sitting next to him, handing him his cup of punch and fishing the ziploc baggie with the gummy in it out of your pocket, holding it out for him to take.

He accepts the gummy, popping it into his mouth with a quiet “Thanks.”

“You good?” you ask. “Shouldn’t the host be downstairs fucking it up with everyone else? I heard there’s a keg contest about to happen soon. Aren’t you the king of those?” You poke fun at him in some attempts to lighten the mood, but some of it is due to how giggly and spacey you feel from the weed and the alcohol.

He chews and swallows before answering. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just needed a breather,” he says, sipping at the punch. 

Despite your state, you can tell he’s lying. “That’s a cute story,” you say, patting his knee in a patronizing manner. “What’s wrong? The doctor is in, tell me what’s up.”

“What if I don’t want to?” he argues petulantly.

“Well, then you’d be acting like a baby,” you point out. “Come on, Steve. We tell each other everything! If you tell me what’s wrong I’ll tell you about how bad of a kisser a guy I made out with earlier is.”

“Please don’t,” he practically begs.

“Why not?”

He doesn’t respond for a minute, maybe two. It feels like an hour. “Because that’s the exact thing that’s been bothering me.”

You snort. “Trust me, it’s been bothering me too. You’d think at least one guy at this party would be a good kisser but no, apparently not—”

“Stop—!” he cuts you off abruptly. “Sorry— God—”

You stare at him for a bit, a bit perturbed by his tone. “Sorry. I’ll go if you want.” You move to stand when his hand grabs at your wrist, tugging you back. 

“Don’t go— Just— Fuck.” It happens in a blur. You’re not sure when he puts his cup of punch on the nightstand or when you end up under him on the bed, your tongues and teeth clashing.

You welcome him in eagerly despite your slight confusion at his change in demeanor, sucking on his tongue, nipping at his bottom lip. “Steve,” you mumble through the haze as you feel his hands start to creep up your shirt, warm against your skin.

“I love you,” he says against your lips, voice hoarse and breathing ragged.

You laugh breathlessly, “Yeah, man, I love you too—”

“No,” he cuts you off. “No. I love you. I’m in love with you. Fuck— I think I’ve been in love with you since freshman year.”

“Why freshman year?” you ask, seemingly unphased by his declaration.

“It was homecoming. You didn’t have a date and mine stood me up. You offered to dance with me for the slow dance. That— that was it. Slow dancing in a high school gym to Taylor Swift. I don’t know why that was it but—”

It’s your turn to cut him off as your lips press against his in a softer kiss than before. “I love you too,” you speak softly against his lips.

The kiss becomes heated again quickly as his tongue seeks entrance into your mouth and you allow it, Steve’s lips trailing down your neck before he pulls back to pull off your shirt, eyes not leaving your chest.

“My eyes are up here, Harrington,” you tease, even as his hands go to grab at your tits. 

Your lips meet again and you both forget all about the party downstairs, some CharliXCX song as the background to your drunken fucking, muffled through the walls. 

Maybe twenty minutes later, the two of you are naked, curled up against each other.

“What time is it?” you ask sleepily. 

Steve glances at the alarm clock on his nightstand. “Midnight.”

“You should kick people out. So we can sleep.”

He smiles at your usage of the word ‘we’. “I’ll do that in a second. Just wanna stay here for a bit.”

You don’t argue. “Will we forget about this tomorrow?”

“I hope not,” he says, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head. “Will you regret this tomorrow?”

“I don’t think so,” you say honestly.

“Good.”

A beat of silence passes between the two of you before you speak again. “Steve?”

“Yeah, baby?”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

a/n: she's short but sweet and also a little horny

[amadinan]

TADC episode 5 analysis

I will collect here my thoughts that appeared after watching the 5th episode of TADC. And there are many of them, the episode is really rich in revealing the backstories of the characters and even lore. But I will mainly touch on Caine and the lore of the circus.

But first, some small thoughts before I move on to the Intermission time.

Jax is an NPC?

To be honest, I never believed in this theory, it is interesting in a vacuum, but nothing more. However, at this point we have not one, but three hints about this: Jax's number in episode 4, which refers to the Blender program and how copies are named there, the fact that Caine was able to make Jax a vegan (although Caine stated that he cannot influence the minds of players) and the fact that Jax himself was sure that he had a tail.

This would already be enough to consider the theory probable, but perhaps this hole is a little deeper. In the end, Caine was also able to influence Ragatha, although not directly.

But what if we combine this with the main theory of the circus, that all people are digital copies of minds? Then, Caine can theoretically control them, because from his program point of view, they are no different from very complex NPCs, which Caine churns out himself, like on a conveyor belt. Let's remember that Caine deleted Gummigoo because he was afraid of confusing him with a person (after all, even then there were thoughts that Caine accidentally deleted someone) and probably Caine deleted the original Jax, and then replaced him with a NPC copy that differs from the original only in the absence of a tail. After all, even in the episode with the evil team, we were shown that Caine can easily create humanoid personalities by copying them from players.

Caine and Gangle

In the fifth episode, I noticed two actions between them and both were not entirely direct. First: immediately after exiting the portal, Caine noticed Gangle's broken mask and fixed it without a word. Second: Gangle was not on the evil team, she was replaced by Orbsman. I think Caine realized that Gangle almost abstracted at the end of episode 4, so Caine decided to be a little more attentive to her. And he did not add an evil clone, because this clone ... would have been Gangle from episode 4 herself, which could only upset her.

"Sarcastic eye-flying" after Zooble's sentence.

It's only one phrase, but it's clearly a lore bomb, although it is not entirely clear without context. For starters, Caine does not call Zooble by name, not "player", "guest" or even "human", he calls them "toy-box character". This may again hint at digital copies, but not necessarily. And then Caine says "other intelligent AIs" and this is even stranger, who did he mean? People like him and Bubble, simple NPCs or  like players? It's unclear, but interesting, and Caine seriously doesn't like this idea from Zooble and again it's unclear why? The overload on the system? A possible NPC revolt? Caine is afraid that if there are too many characters, he will completely get confused who is who?

And finally, The Intermission time.

Get ready, there will be a complete searching for meaning where there may be none at all.

To be honest, I didn't understand everything, but some things may well have a context, so I'd be glad to hear your thoughts.

So, right after the intermission there was a bar where almost all the characters shared their past, and what if Caine shared too, just before this adventure? But purely in his style.

Right after the  start scene, we are shown Bubble and how three jaws overlap each other, and then also three Caines, each larger one holding the smaller one. This may refer to his development, how starting with something simple like Bubble, he first became "jaws" (probably an alpha version), and then more and more complex, until he became what he is now. This also corresponds to the fact that at the end of the scene, Caine sort of folds himself, and then a small splash screen plays like in the 2000s games and the computer monitor turns on/off.

Why in the next scene Pomni is not clear to me, but here's why exactly cubes suggested by @poprocksriot. Perhaps there were three parts or even three AI that became a single being: two eyes of Caine and Bubble (possibly a third eye, as in the concept art).

Gangle, Zooble and Jax are sucked into the void: a metaphor for sucking people into the game.

A bunch of eyes in the void and Caine in the light in the middle. I think this is one of the most important scenes, which shows that Caine "came to life" and is no longer just a program. Firstly, the official music, secondly (thank you, @puddingandp1) he breathes in this scene, which may just mean that he is now sentient. In addition, the eyes. There are indeed a lot of eyes, but NONE of them are looking at Caine himself, which could mean how he became an "rogue AI".

Then we see the chessboard floor and the characters. Their world is literally turned upside down. A bowling ball falls on Pomni and Jax, which may indicate their condition as they were affected by getting into the circus. Moreover, we even saw Pomnis' condition in the first series. The situation crushed her, like a bowling ball. With Gangle and Ragatha it is a little more complicated, cakes fall on them. This means that for them the situation in the circus is "sweeter" than what was in reality. We heard about the abuse in Ragatha's family right in this episode, so in the circus, where her mother is not, she could get better. And with Gangle it is even easier. She worked at such a hateful job that even simulating these memories for just one day almost killed her. In the circus there is Jax, as a minus, but she does not have to work and she can draw as much as she wants. And Kinger. He catches the ball, which seems to say that the situation has not crushed him, but then he is not just crushed, but directly knocked off the board (mind) by a black figure, the loss of Queenie.

Then it is more figurative. Caine literally holds everyone in his hands. The characters in Caine's "hat" and they are clearly being watched, then a bunch of mannequins, which can also refer to the fact that Caine, as a puppeteer, holds them under control.

Then Caine stands on the floor and the camera approaches him. Note that this is the same chessboard floor on which the others were standing, and a bowling ball can approach it, as if the camera was attached directly to it, but Caine manages (for now) to not let himself be crushed.

Then a corridor and abstractions. Well, here it is quite clear, the attitude and the display of lost players.

Then Zooble interrupts Caine and he hangs. Perhaps we should have seen something else, from which even Caine hung, but alas.

Of course, there is also a mysterious mannequin that follows Pomni and is possibly Gummigoo, but little is known about him yet.

That's all for now, I really liked the series, I'm sure it will only get more interesting.

[seven-supernovas]

𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐤𝐚 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐫

sevika x girly!reader - au ofc

ᥫ᭡only sfw hc's ᥫ᭡

cw: simply girly reader x sev, no gender markers, r! has traditionally feminine traits/hobbies.

✗ sevika swears she hates shopping. She states that one there are better ways to spend her time and two there are better ways to spend money. That's probably why she wears basically the same outfit everyday.

✗ sevika who enjoys shopping now but only with you. Because when you get excited about something you see in the shop it get her happy too.

✗ sevika who can't tell you what concealer is and why there are so many colors of them but will buy you the right ones.

✗ sevika who keeps at least two backups of all your favorite beauty products so when you run low she can just replace them. She thinks you don't know but you definitely do but to keep it up you'll just say things like; "I could've sworn I was almost out last week." just loud enough for her to hear.

✗ (poc/black!r specific) sevika who was once overwhelmed by the sheer amount of products at your local beauty supply store. But now deep into your relationship has become sort of friends with the store owner and employees. I'm pretty sure they know your name now only because of her.

✗ sevika who notices you like a charm jewelry like pandora charms and with randomly surprise you with new ones. Now you have two full bracelets.

✗ sevika who feels ichy and weirded out by makeup as she says its "Like putting on a second face." but will for sure sit down when you practice looks on her.

✗ sevika who pre-schedules all your appointments months in advance. She can't seem to remember to tie her own shoes sometimes but remembering your appointments is way easier for her.

✗ sevika who made google calendar solely to keep your appointments in order.

✗ sevika who understands that you don't tend to like outside activities but still convinces you to be outside with her at the very least.

✗ reader who researched the perfect products for sevika so she would have a proper skin care routine, rather than simply wetting her face with water.

✗ (long nail lover) reader who scratching Sevika's scalp with her long nails because even if she doesn't admit it sev loves it.

✗ (short nail lover) reader who always paints their own nails and also paints sev's nails to match.

✗ reader who spends an unreasonable time doing their hair and trying new styles so much so you've trained Sevika to help you.

✗ (black!r specific) reader who after spending sometimes 12+ in the salon chair getting fresh braids comes home to sevika running you a fresh bath.

✗ reader who buys sevika a shit ton of workout clothes and gear. In a year her gym clothes turned from baggy t-shirts and random things in her closet to almost exclusively alo and gymshark.

✗ reader who is constantly looking for pink and cutesie workout gear but always ends up with something black or dark purple in her cart to match your own.

✗ reader who learned to cut hair because sevika would just do it herself and you wanted to do it for her. Of course your kit is pink filled tho.

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[yvaineseleneposts]

The End of the Year, and the Start of Us

A/N: I have been gone, and I am so sorry. The end of the school year is coming! I have so many tests to grade and graduation speeches to write for my graduating class. I am honestly so proud of my students and I don't think my eyes will be dry during graduation, so here is a piece I wrote about that. Also, I am writing a series, but I want it to be more complete when I start posting that.

Requested: no

Pairing: Nico Hischier x reader

Words: under 1k

Warning(s): a lil sad, supportive Nico

The classroom was quiet now.

Streamers drooped lazily from the whiteboard, a few forgotten paper caps scattered on desks like tiny remnants of the celebration. You leaned against your desk, arms crossed, blinking faster than usual as you stared at the chairs that had once held a dozen little lives, now empty.

Graduation day was always like this. Happy. Loud. Proud.

And then, quiet.

The tears had come right on time, just after the last parent had waved goodbye, and your students had walked out of your life a little taller than when they came in.

Earlier in the day, you'd stood on stage with a carefully folded stack of index cards clutched tightly in your hand. You had written a short speech for each of your students — personalized, heartfelt words meant to celebrate their growth, their quirks, their potential. You made it halfway through the third one before your voice cracked. By the time you'd reached the last, you were openly crying — and so were they.

Some hugged you like they never wanted to let go. One slipped a bracelet onto your wrist, handmade with tiny beads spelling "BEST TEACHER." You tried to keep it together, but it was no use. The bond you'd built with these kids had become a part of you.

You hadn’t even noticed Nico standing in the doorway.

“I brought you an iced coffee,” he said softly, holding up the cup like an offering.

You turned around and tried to smile, wiping your eyes with the sleeve of your cardigan.

“Thanks,” you sniffled, taking it with a grateful nod. “You didn’t have to come all the way here.”

He stepped inside, giving the classroom a once-over. “Didn’t want you to be alone today.”

That was the thing about Nico. He didn’t make a big show of things. No dramatic speeches, no trying to fix everything. He just showed up. Solid. Steady.

Kind.

You sipped the coffee and sank down into your chair. “They’re gone. All of them. Just like that.”

He sat on the desk across from yours, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. “You helped them get here. That’s huge.”

“It feels like losing something.”

He nodded slowly. “I know that feeling.”

You raised an eyebrow. “From hockey?”

“Sort of,” he said, and then shrugged. “When teammates leave. When seasons end. Even when you win, it’s still over.”

You hadn’t thought of it like that.

There was silence for a moment. The soft hum of the building’s AC unit filled the air.

“I just keep wondering if I did enough,” you admitted.

“You did more than enough,” he said quietly. “I’ve seen how much you care. That doesn’t go away when they leave. They’ll remember it.”

You looked at him, really looked this time. His expression was so open, so sure.

Nico reached for your hand across the desk. “This year’s over, yeah. But you’re still here. Still making a difference.”

You squeezed his hand, letting yourself lean into that warmth for a second.

“And,” he added, lips twitching into a crooked smile, “you still have me.”

You laughed through your tears. “Yeah. I do.”

He stood and pulled you gently up to your feet. “Come on. Let’s go celebrate your year.”

You blinked. “Celebrate?”

He grinned now, boyish and sweet. “Ice cream and a long walk. Maybe a little dancing in the kitchen later.”

You shook your head, but you were smiling. “You always know how to make me feel better.”

“Not always,” he said. “But I’m trying.”

You locked the door behind you, taking one last look at the empty classroom. And then Nico wrapped an arm around your shoulder, leading you out into the soft light of the evening.

Another year had ended.

But something else was just beginning.

[woossexyponytail]

Forbidden Treasure

Seungcheol x reader

Hi everyone!! Long time no see !! I'm back with something a little different I've been wanting to get back in to writing but wanted to do a seventeen one so this is kinda like a trial run see if people like it and hopefully I'll be back to writing more along with adding seventeen and maybe stray kids? I don't know yet, but hopefully, you enjoy it.

So this is inspired by hogwarts legacy. Also, the reader has a panic attack.

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I looked around the common room of the slytherin dorm. It was quiet, too quiet this morning, and that means only one thing Seungkwan was up to something.

Normally, every morning, Seungkwan would be walking next to me, talking my ear off as we'd make our way to the dining hall. But for some reason, he was nowhere to be seen. I shrugged to myself and made my way up to the dining hall for breakfast, wanting to enjoy the peace before he came back.

Walking past the open doors, the dining hall was lively, but thankfully, it wasn't too loud today. I spotted Seungkwan by one of the tables next to Vernon and Dino. My eyebrows raised, not believing all three were up early today.

Walking closer to them, I could overhear their conversion, being so engaged with what they were talking about that they hadn't noticed me walking up to them.

"It's got to be here. We'll find it -"

"Find what?" I asked, looking over their shoulders and seeing some sort of treasure map? Seungkwan and Dino jumped at my voice scrambling to cover the paper on the table, Vernon however just stared up, blinking at me.

"NOTHING!" Dino yelled. The hall got quiet for a second. Everyone looked over at him for yelling, Seungkwan slapped his back, glaring while Vernon tried not to laugh.

"We found a treasure map," Vernon explained, grabbing it from under the other two boys' arms showing me. "Correction one of the ghosts dropped it." Seungkwan added while the other two nodded.

I looked over it, seeing it was a place in the forbidden forest, raising my eyebrows looking between them.

"You can't be serious! It's dangerous out there, and no offence be the three of you aren't really masters of combat. I suggest you put it back where you found it." I said, crossing my arms waiting for their explanation.

"We can handle it! The three of us will be fine." Seungkwan said, folding up the paper and putting it in his robe.

"Giant bugs. Are you sure you can deal with that?" I asked, looking between Vernon and Seungkwan, knowing they hated bugs and almost fainted when they came in first year and saw the creatures here at hogwarts. Vernon swallowed, then looked over at Seungkwan. Looking back over at me, he nodded his head.

"Alright then," I sighed as I got some toast for breakfast, knowing I couldn't convince them anymore of how bad this idea is, the other boys might help but for now its not my problem.

Later in the day, I was in the library with Woozi, Wonwoo, Minghao, and Jun studying for our homework or next owls in Wonwoo and Woozis case. It was quiet, with a few students mumbling over their work. Just then, the door flew open with Seungcheol storming in looking pissed off while Jeonghan and Joshua were giggling behind him.

"Why are you so pissed?" Wonwoo asked as the three sat down with us, Seungcheol sat down next to me he looked up at Wonwoo and sighed mumbling "you don't wanna know" while getting his books out. I turned to Wonwoo, who was across from me as we both shared a look.

After about twenty minutes studying, Hoshi Mingyu and Dk came in running up to our table the excitement on their faces gave me a bad feeling, looking up at them as they stood at the end of the table waiting for our attention Mingyu bouncing on the balls of his feet with a wide grin like an excited puppy.

"Guys, we're going to look for treasure in the forbidden forest. Does anyone wanna come along?" Hoshi said, keeping quiet not to get more attention from other students or worse teachers. The boys all looked up at them, shocked.

"You spoke to Seungkwan, Vernon, and Dino this morning, didn't you?" I asked, sighing at the stupid idea again, knowing they didn't think at all since they got those three to help and not the smarter boys.

"Wait, what?!" Seungcheol asked, looking at me, then back at the boys completely shocked by the information he glared at the boys waiting for an explanation.

"You're not going anywhere near there any of you, so don't think about it!" He said, getting angrier by the second. Jeonghan raised a brow, placing his head in his hand, looking at them.

"What kind of treasure are we talking about here?" He asked, ignoring Seungcheol next to him repeating the word no. The boys looked even more excited that they got someone else willing to help.

"Come with us and will show you!" They said as they started walking away and to mine and Seungcheol shock the other boys all packed up to follow, leaving us on our own.

"I guess we should keep an eye on them" I said sighing packing my thing to go and follow but Seungcheol stopped me his hand on my arm as he looked up at me with a pout on his lips.

"Why didn't you say anything to me about this idea?" He asked, looking hurt he had to find out by Hoshi, I blinked at him, not sure what to say as he squeezed my arm, not in an uncomfortable way more for support.

"I just found out this morning and hoped they'd come to their senses," I said, shrugging as Seungcheol took his hand off me and started packing too.

Once we followed them to the top of hogwarts hating, this is how I'm spending my Saturday. we ended up in the middle of the hallway while Seungkwan was smiling at the blank wall.

"Uh Seungkwan... are you ok?" Joshua asked, putting his hand on his shoulder and watching the younger boy.

"Shh," he said, glaring at him to be quiet while we waited completely confused, a door apard out of nowhere.

"What the ... you found the Room of Requirements?" Wonwoo asked, taking off his glasses to rub his eyes in disbelief.

"Yeah, guess hogwarts wants us to find this treasure too," Seungkwan said smugly, opening the doors to find the large room with a table and chairs.

"Well, this is unsettling." I mumbled as I looked over at Seungcheol, seeing him shake his head at the guys as they sat down.

"The map shows that the treasure is hidden here." Seungkwan said, pointing at a cave deep inside the forest.

"You're joking, right? A cave! That's probably filled with dangerous creatures?! Are you mad?!!?" Woozi asked as he shook his head in disapproval.

"Oh, come on, it'll be fine with all fourteen of us going." Dino said, smiling widely at all of us. Seungcheol sighed as he rubbed his head, thinking.

"You can't be seriously thinking about going, right?! I'm not dealing with any Acromantulas!" I said, glaring at Seungcheol while I crossed my arms.

"It would be safer if we all went, come on yn you know they won't stop." Seungcheol said as he started pouting. 'Damn my soft spot for Seungcheol pouting' I thought to myself as I groaned in defeat.

"Fine, but if we see or go near an Acromantula, I'm killing you all!" I said, glaring at them as the boys started leaving the Room of Requirements Seungcheol grabbed my arm.

"Hey, listen, I promise you I will not let you near one of those things you hear me." He looked into my eyes as he said it to reassure me, I only nodded at him.

"Come on, love birds, we don't have all day!" Jeonghan yelled at us, Seungcheol let go of my arm immediately as he started yelling back at Jeonghan, calling him an idiot. I could feel my face blush as I slowly followed them out.

The guys thought it would be a better idea to go in the evening for some stupid reason as we made our way through the forest with our wands out lighting the way, Seungkwan was leading with Wonwoo next to him pointing out the right way.

"Are we there yet? I'm starting to get hungry!" Hoshi said as he rubbed his stomach, Vernon nodding in agreement.

"Yeah, and my legs are starting to hurt!" Woozi said, crossing his arms. "Shouldn't of missed leg day then." Mingyu smirked at Woozi as the older but smaller boy whacked him on the back.

"Guys, we're here!" Seungkwan said, looking back at us eyes wide like he wasn't expecting to find the cave.

"Ok, then we'll go in. Have a quick look around for the treasure, then we're out, ok?" Seungcheol said, giving a pointed look at some of the members. The guys nodded as they started going into the large cave single file.

"Guy?" I said the boys all stopped looking at me as I stared at a sign they missed on the right-hand side.

"Acromantula." I said, looking at the spider sign I stood my ground, not wanting to go in at all . " Y/n"

"No, Cheol, I'm not going in. I refuse no way in hell. I'm going in there!!" I yelled as I went to turn around and walk away. Seungcheol grabbed me, stopping me.

"Y/n, I don't want to leave you out here on your own. There's creatures out here, too, remember, trolls, thornbacks, hell, even a car with a mind of its own." Seungcheol said, reminding me.

"I can handle myself." I said, rolling my eyes at him. None of those creatures freak me out more than Acromantula.

"Ahhh!!" Someone yelled it sounded like Seungkwan, both Seungcheol and I jumped at the scream as we turned to see most of the guys had gone in while Seungcheol and I were arguing.

"Oh, you two have finished your lovers spat? Good seems like they need us." Joshua said as he pointed behind him to where the guys have disappeared to.

All three of us went running in while I was cursing under my breath for them being idiots. The cave was long and winding, not given us enough space to run past each other.

As we finally made our way to a large clearing in the cave, the guys were running around in circles as Acromantulas chased them around, and a huge one was climbing down from the wall.

If I wasn't so scared, I'd be laughing my ass off with the scene playing out in front of me right now.

"Oh you've got to be fucking kidding me!" I yelled as Seungcheol and Joshua jumped in to action to help the others while I stood frozen staring at the large bug making me want to cry and run away.

I started hyperventilating at the scene, not wanting to be here, but I was completely frozen, also feeling guilty if I left my idiotic friends behind.

Just then, my eyes glued on to Vernon as he tripped and fell to the floor as the larger spider walked towards him, Vernon was also completely frozen in spot like me, only he was in the danger zone.

"Vernon, run!!!" Jun yelled as he quickly blocked venom that was spraying at him. Unfortunately, Vernon didn't move, still frozen. At that moment, I felt my legs moving before my brain registered what I was actually doing.

"Y/n!" Seungcheol yelled at me as I ran past him to get closer to the largest Acromantula, grabbing my wand from my pocket I raised up.

"Glacius! diffindo!" I yelled as the spider froze and then was quickly hit by the second spell. The spider turned to me as I jumped and rolled out of the way of the upcoming attack.

"Accio! descendo! glacius! incendio!" I yelled at the spider that was attacking dino, watching as the spider flew away from him to me and bounce on to the floor freeze, then got set on fire. Dino just stared, completely shocked.

I turned around to do the same combo to the larger spider wearing it down as some of the guys helped, and with one last hit, the spider fell to the floor, unmoving.

"Can we leave now?" Hoshi asks as he wiped sweat from his head. we all nodded, agreeing as we panted from exhaustion.

"What about the treasure?" Seungkwan asked everyone froze now, looking around the cave. Seeing a little indent in the wall, we all looked at each other to see if someone would look.

"Fuck the treasure." Seungcheol said as he started walking out grabbing me on the way as we walked out of the cave together.

"I'm sorry," he whispered to me, I glared, pulling myself away from his grip as we made it outside and rushed off ahead.

"You fucked up now" I heard Jeonghan say behind me, I was too pissed off to look to see who he was talking to, I just wanted to get to my dorm room.

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It had been two weeks since I really spoke to any of the boys, being too pissed off with them for dragging me into that mess and also almost dying. But slowly, they started showing up with their tail between their legs.

Vernon was the first to apologize and thank me for saving him. Next, it was Jun, Minghao, Wonwoo, and Woozi since as they put it, "we didn't want to go in the first place like you."

Then when we were sitting studying it was jeonghan and Joshua who apologise to everyone for not putting their foot down on how horrible the idea was and lastly it was Seungkwan and dino who full on cried hugging me for being such idiots and not listening in the first place.

Seungcheol was another case entirely he wanted to be alone he was pissed off with himself. At least, that's what jeonghan and Joshua told me.

It wasn't until a few days later that the group was studying again that Seungcheol appeared looking small with his arms behind his back.

"Hey Y/n, I'm really sorry I know I promised to protect you and didn't and I'm truly sorry I really don't know why I thought it was a good idea to leave you alone." Seungcheol rambled as he handed me a chocolate frog, exploding bon bons and some peppermint toads.

"A love offering!." Minghao gasped watching I rolled my eyes at what he said as I grabbed the sweets that Seungcheol gave me I smiled at him with a small thank you as he nodded and turned to walk off.

"Cheol!" I ran after him, he turned as we stood in the hallway. He was pouting his eyes like boba as he stared at me, waiting for me to talk.

"Look, you don't have to apologise you said sorry when we got out of the cave I was just pissed at the time but I'm ok with it now you just wanted to protect everyone that's just who you are." I explained, smiling at him.

"But I wanted to protect you the most, and I didn't. In fact, you protect us more than I did. I am sorry I dragged you in, but I'm glad you were there to save us all." He said I looked down, a little embarrassed Seungcheol stepped closer as he lifted my head with his thumb and finger on my chin.

"You know you looked quite hot kicking spider ass." He smirked as my cheeks flushed red. " Do spiders have asses?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. Seungcheol blinked at that, then chuckled.

"I don't fucking know but I know I'm going to kiss you now." He said as he leaned down pressing his lips to mine, my eyes widened but closed the second he leaned closer.

His hand that was on my chin moved to my neck as his other hand grabbed my waist pulling me to his body, he deepened the kiss as I grabbed his shirt pulling him to me as well needing to be close to him.

"Finally!." We heard behind us as we stepped apart, looking to see all the guys there watching us some clapping and some handing out money to jeonghan.

"I told you they'd get together after that little stunt." Jeonghan said, counting the money he got. Some groaned as woonwoo and Woozi just shook their heads and walked back to carry on studying.

"You were betting on us?" Seungcheol asked the others, nodded as Seungcheol grumbled about not being obvious at all while the others laughed.

"Wait, so do spiders have asses though?" Vernon asked, looking confused as Joshua turned him around and pushed him as they walked off together.

Leaving Seungcheol and I alone in the hallway, he smiled down at me and leaned in again for another kiss. "I could get used to this."

"Well, not at the moment. I have to go back to studying." I said, walking back, following the guys.

"What, no fair!." Seungcheol said as he pouted again, following me whining like a baby mumbling how he deserves kisses lots of kisses. I just rolled my eyes but giggled at his antics.

[spanishskulduggery]

Have you noticed that Spanish speakers usually shorten PARA TO PA and merge 3 or 4 words in to one, for example, ES PARA MI HIJA becomes ESPAMIJA, I suppose that you could call this Street Spanish, does anyone have more examples of this sort of language?

Oh yes, that's pretty common. It's the closest thing to a "contraction" that you'll see in Spanish

[by that I mean in English our contractions have apostrophes like "wasn't", "can't", "isn't", "won't"]

para turns to pa or sometimes it's pa'

The joke is something like una pa mí y una paella "one for me" and then pa ella "for her" vs. the food paella

You'll sometimes see para nada "not at all" turn into pa na or pa ná because the nada gets shortened too

There's also por which can get shortened to po [especially in Chile po' is quite common] - you'll also, or sometimes pos which is somewhere between pues and por supuesto

[something else I've heard is that some accents turn words that end in -uego to -ogo... like juego can sound like "jogo", fuego to "fogo", luego to "logo"... not sure if that's a contraction or just the accent]

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The really basic one is mijo/a which is from mi hijo/a "my child"

But another really common thing you'll see is that words ending in -ado/a will sometimes have the D sound disappear so you end up hearing a lot of "ao" sounds

And especially in the Caribbean you'll hear tol día for todo el día "all day"

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Oh and this was extremely common (I think it still is), but

¿Ontas?

ontas is fuckboy Spanish for ¿dónde estás? "where are you?" but in fuckboy lingo it means "you up?"

Like the joke is if you hear ontas someone's trying to hook up with you

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The boring standard answer is that there are two to know

The first is that in older Spanish, vos used to be the way to politely address someone - we're talking Medieval to like 19th century - and they used the vosotros form, so kings/queens would address other dignitaries this way, this was how you spoke to nobles etc. A lot of fairy tales would use this form, and this is before it became less formal

The standard term of address was Vuestra Merced which was like "Your Grace" for someone you didn't really know their title, kind of "your lordship/ladyship"

Over time Vuestra Merced turned into Usted

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The second one is grammatical which you probably know but -

When you deal with a or de + a masculine noun with a definite article, you will use al or del because the vowels merge

... a + el + banco turns to al banco "to the bank", and de + el + mundo is del mundo "of the world"

This is especially something you need to know for indirect objects; al profesor le gusta "the professor likes", or al hombre no le importa "the man doesn't care"

There's no changes for feminine nouns; a la biblioteca "to the library" or de la mujer "of/from the woman"

[torrentialchaos]

so I’ve decided to make a little post for some tips and strategies about Noli for those who want to know how to get better at playing against him

for those who don’t know, yesterday a public server opened up that allowed people to try out Noli before he was officially released. I was one of these people. After playing against him for a bit, I feel like I have enough information to provide some tips on how you might be able to counter against him when he officially comes out.

Your main issue is of course going to be his first passive, hallucinations. If you see like some sort of coin icon appear on your screen, be careful. It means that you have most likely been afflicted with hallucination three and you might start seeing stuff that really isn’t there.

One thing I noticed about the Noli hallucination is that it never seemed to use any of its abilities. It just ran right up to me and attacked me and it almost didn’t seem to attack me until I got a little closer. If you do it that only appears to just be running around and stabbing you. It might mean that it’s just his hallucination chasing you and you’re not in any real danger.

I will put up a little video later on demonstrating how it works for some reason I’m just having trouble posting videos right now

The other thing you gotta worry about is his prankster passive, in which he spawns fake generators in all of the spots that generators do not spawn. There are of course, various ways that you can tell a real one from a fake one, but two of the major tells that I ended up finding were that it might take longer to open it up than normal or the text when going to interact with it will say “fix” instead of “repair.”

Then let’s talk about his active abilities. Void rush to me at least seems like it’s very easy avoided because he does play a sound when charging through and it’s really hard to steer. It’s basically just like guest’s charge.

Nova might be a little harder to avoid, and you also gotta be careful when being near a wall as the void star will also explode when we can contact with a wall.

And observant is of course, the major one you gotta look out for. If you hear a sound start to play get away from the generator as quickly as possible, as Noli might teleport to it. If you’re not prepared, he can take you by surprise and you might find yourself dead within seconds.

That’s all for now! Can’t wait for his official release and good luck out there gamers!

[ttsblogg]

I’ll find you.

Rob Rausch x f!reader

a/n: i watched love island s6 and woah what a cowboy… i can’t believe there are like no fics about Robert.. he’s very handsome! anyways this may or may not be a two parter..🤭 enjoy! - tt🫧

“Theres no way! What the fuck!” Rob yelled out, standing behind y/n with his arms wrapped around her.

Y/n had just been eliminated from love island while coupled up with Rob and he was going crazy.

“I’m so sorry, y/n!” Serena said as tears fell down her cheeks. “It’s okay.” Y/n whispered, trying to maintain a steady voice but failed due to her emotions getting the best of her.

She was very upset about the situation, her and Rob had a really good connection going. As well as her relationship with the girls, they were so tightly connected to each other, almost like they were all sisters. She certainly understood why the girls picked her. She didn’t feel any sort of resentment towards them, she understood how much pressure they were in and would’ve probably picked herself if she was in their position. But it still made her upset that all of this had to come to an end.

“No! No, I’m sorry. I’m leaving.” Rob said, tightening his grip around y/n. She just tapped his arm and whispered, “It’s okay, Rob.” wiping her tears away. Aaron and the other boys were loosing it, trying to convince him to stay and yelled at the girls for choosing y/n, they loved her and loved her connection with Rob. They didn’t want them to leave.

“No it’s not okay, this is so stupid.” He said. Y/n didn’t know what to do in this moment, she was too stunned to move. That is until she heard, “You guys should’ve just picked me. It’s obvious the boys are talking about me! I haven’t found a good connection here, so what’s the point of keeping me here.” coming from JaNa.

That’s when y/n pulled herself away from Rob’s embrace and walked towards the girls. The cameras move with her as she walked up to them, she saw the tears streaming down their faces. How they all looked miserable and disappointed. Leah was the first one to notice y/n come up to them. She stood up and hugged her tightly.

One by one all the girls came up and joined the group hug, but y/n’s eyes were set on JaNa, who’s face was filled with guilt. “JaNa, can I just say, you deserve a chance at love. Please don’t ever doubt that for a second. You deserve to be here and try different things. Please, please never forget that. I truly believe you will find your person. I love you and yes it hurts to leave but I promise I’ll be okay. I’ll be rooting for all of you.” She said as tears streamed down her face. JaNa quickly gave y/n a tight hug, thanking her and saying how sorry she was. “I’ll be okay.” Y/n responded.

As she continued saying her goodbyes she felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned around to find a teary eyed, Rob. Her heart broke at the sight. She’s never seen him like this. “Can we talk, please?” He asked, his voice breaking in the process. She nodded and lightly pulled away from the girls.

Rob wrapped an arm around her as they walked to the dock. The rest of the islanders watch at they walked away. They didn’t say it but this was one of the worst nights they’ve had here in love island. Once Rob and y/n were seated at the end of the dock, they sat in a sad silence for a couple minutes, taking in what just happened. “Fuck, I don’t understand why they thought to pick you. Like I-.” He said with his head down, his hands were covering his face trying to hide his tears. “It’s okay, it’s not an easy decision to make. Please don’t be upset with them.” Y/n said, rubbing his back. Unsure on how else to respond. “I’m literally leaving with you, there’s no way I’m staying.” He said, lifting his head to look at her. His eyes were completely bloodshot. “No you’re not Rob.” She said. Rob opened his mouth but y/n interrupted before he could say anything. “Please Rob. The whole point for you coming back was to fully go through with this experience. As much as it hurts me, I don’t want to hold you back from continuing to doing that.” She said as tears streamed down her cheeks.

“There’s no point of me continuing this experience though. You’re not going to be here.” He answered. “You might think that now but maybe that’ll change, you’ll never know that if you don’t stay.” She said holding his hand in hers. “Don’t do that.” He said. “Don’t say that. I want to be with you.” He said, breaking down. Y/n didn’t answer but pulled him into an embrace.

They stayed like this for a couple minutes until y/n pulled away. “I have to start packing.” She said lightly tapping his back and getting up from her seat. “Me too.” He said holding her hand as he stood up.

Y/n quickly turned around. “Rob, please don’t. This is already as hard as it is. I-I” she paused for a moment, knowing she was going to regret the words that were about to leave her mouth. “I want you to stay. I want you to have fun and explore. Let this be our last test to see if our connection is stronger than any other you might have.” She said. Rob just looked up at the sky, he didn’t know how to feel, all of this was too much. There was a huge part of him that didn’t want to stay just so he can be with y/n and there was a small part of him that understood where she was coming from. And he hated to admit it but she was right. And that’s what broke him the most.

“Look at me.” She whispered placing her hands on his cheeks. He looked down into her eyes. His heart breaking even more as he watched more tears fall from her eyes. “I promise it’s okay. Please stay.” She said. Rob couldn’t answer her. All he did was nod his head and leaned down, giving her a hard kiss. Y/n kissed him back harder, before pulling away, “Okay, I really have to go pack.” She said with a lightly laugh. “I need a minute.” was all Rob said.

Y/n understood and nodded her head. Knowing he needed space, Rob wasn’t an emotional person so she knew he needed a some time to pull himself together.

While y/n packed her bags, the girls helped her and kept apologizing. “Is Rob leaving?” Kaylor asked wiping her tears away. Y/n shook her head. “I told him I wanted him to stay.” She said, earning gasps from some of the girls. “What? Why?” Nicole asked. Y/n sighed and paused from putting her things in her suitcase.

“I just want him to fully experience this. I told him this could be our last test to see if we have a stronger connection than anyone else he might meet. Of course, I would love for him to come with me but I also don’t want him to regret not staying because that was the whole point of him coming back. As much as it would break my heart knowing there’s a chance he will find someone better, I just want him to be happy.” She said honestly.

“Fuck, babe. You’re literally better than me. I would’ve literally been like yeah you’re coming with me motherfucker.” Leah said, making y/n and the girls laugh. “Yeah, I mean as horrible as this sounds I hope he doesn’t find someone with a better connection but I also just don’t want to hold him back from finding one either, like I said I just want him to be happy.. even if it’s not with me.” Y/n added, placing the last few items in her suitcase and closed it up.

Y/n hugged the boys goodbye as it was time to officially leave the villa. “We’ll definitely see each other again, sis. I’ll take care of the cowboy don’t worry.” Kordell said making y/n laugh. “Okay, brother. I appreciate it, thank you for everything.” She said pulling away from their hug. “I’ll miss you, baby sis.” Kendall said pulling her into one last hug. “Me too, big brother. I’ll see you soon.” She said before pulling away from their hug leaving the only person to officially say goodbye to was, Rob.

He came up to her placing his face in between her neck and shoulder as his arms wrapped around her tightly. Y/n closed her eyes, trying to hold back more tears as she hugged him back. Rob whispered sweet nothings loud enough so she only heard. They must’ve been there for while as the producers intervened saying it was time to go.

As they pulled away, Rob gave her a few pecks, the last one lasting a little longer before he whispered. “I’ll find you.” A single tear from her eye fell at the sound of those words. “Okay.” She half smiled and pulled away from him.

She waved goodbye to everyone as she walked away. Her eyes finding Rob one more time before turning the corner and leaving the villa.

[johnathanthestupidpoet69]

Scars and a Sunset (more scarian, yep)

Summary:

By this time he'd reached the top of the mountain, he sat down beside his winged friend, looking out at the setting sun the same way Grian was. "Thinkin', huh?" He asked, sensing a sort of quiet sadness in air. "Yeah, thinking" Grian said, ever unwilling to open up. Scar turned to face him. ---- or, lads, gals, theys and gays, i am still in fact in that desert

Rating:

General Audiences

Archive Warning:

No Archive Warnings Apply

Fandom:

Life Series | 3rd Life SMP Series

Relationship:

Charles | Grian & Ryan | GoodTimesWithScar

Characters:

Charles | Grian

Ryan | GoodTimesWithScar

Additional Tags:

Fluff

Hurt/Comfort

Trans Male Character

Trans Charles | Grian

Literal Sleeping Together

Mutual Pining

Avian Charles | Grian

Elf Ryan | GoodTimesWithScar

3rd Life SMP Setting

Monopoly Mountain (3rd Life SMP)

Drabble

Gay

Cute

I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping

Full fic under cut (543 words)

As Scar made his way up Monopoly Mountain he noticed Grian sitting at the top, not reading or taking notes in that mysterious little book of his, just, sitting. He thought it was a little odd, unlike Grian to ever take a break.

By this time he'd reached the top of the mountain, he sat down beside his winged friend, looking out at the setting sun the same way Grian was.

"Thinkin', huh?" He asked, sensing a sort of quiet sadness in air.

"Yeah, thinking" Grian said, ever unwilling to open up. Scar turned to face him.

"Talk to me" He said, watching for the reaction in his friend's dark eyes.

"Not much to talk about."- Grian pauses for a second- "Just thinking about all the years I lost out on." It takes Scar a minute but he remembers, Grian hadn't grown up the way he had.

"And"- Grian continued-" the scars" He looked down at his chest with a sort of mild frustration.

"Scars are pretty" Scar said, thought he'd never seen Grian's top surgery scars-or anyone's top surgery scars for that matter-He knew ever inch of Grian was pretty.

"Scars tell the story of how you ended up the way you are, inside and out" He said.

Grian had never thought about it that way but he supposed Scar was right.

"But there's not time for worrying about silly things like scars, we need sleep" Scar said after a minute's pause, standing up and brushing the sand off his clothes.

"Ugh, fine" Grian did the same, following Scar inside. The two were about to part ways as usual when Grian spoke up.

"Actually Scar, could we-could we uh share tonight?" He asked. Scar's heart almost skipped a beat. He'd started to realize the way he felt about Grian was different from how he felt about anyone else, it was love.

And now he would be sharing a bed with him.

He agreed, all the same, and followed Grian into his room on the first floor, the bigger of the two.

Scar figured he'd just sleep in his boxers, too lazy to find something else. Grian began to change though.

It was here that Scar saw Grian without a shirt for the first time, pale and freckled with two twin scars on his chest. God, he looked glorious. The avian reached for a t-shirt and Scar couldn't help the small pang of disappointment that flooded through him.

"G"-He spoke up-"I think it might be too hot for a shirt" It was a hint, and a bad one. Luckily Grian was good to notice hints.

He sat down on the bed beside Scar.

"Well hello there, handsome."

Grian rolled his eyes. "You and your joke flirting" He said as he made himself comfortable in the mess of pillows and blankets.

Yeah, joke flirting.

Scar got himself ready for sleep. (Not a very involved thing as he was just taking his pants off) Grian then flicked off the light.

As Scar began to drift off he thought about the "joke" flirting, about how sad Grian had seemed when he first got back, but mostly he thought about Grian's pale, freckled chest, with the twin scars.

That damn bird was sent from heaven

[rissararity]

It Just Needs a Little...Shaping! -Bob Reynolds X Thunderbolt!Reader

Bob is full of so much magic and feels hopeless about learning to use it. In your Avenger days, you had your own magic, were known to have incredible power and joined Doctor Strange on several of his own missions.

Sentry's power is untapped, untamed...but you think it just needs a little...shaping.

You're the bow, he's the arrow

Word count: 1,043

In which - you, an ex-Sorceress- help your friend Bob control his magic in a sweet, supportive way. The team is proud and a group hug ensues.

You and Bob are slowing falling for each other/idiots in love, there's little hints at that. Writing Yelena is so fun! Found family vibes!

“It's too hard! I can’t do it!” Frustrated, Bob threw his hands down. “I'm such a failure!”

The mug he’d been trying very hard to levitate simply changed color from orange to blue before your very eyes.

You were quick to pat his back and reassure him that magic based on emotions was very hard to control.

Before you’d lost your powers, you’d gone through a lot of guilt, pain and therapy before you’d gotten to be the Avenger everyone knew and loved.

The masses here had no idea of the multiversal blood on your hands. An entire world that no longer existed because you had one bad breakdown.

One slip up covered you in invisible blood that stained in a way you couldn’t describe.

You would do everything you could to make sure Bob didn’t go down the same path.

Sentry certainly had the same, Will driven, do whatever you want kind of magic you once did.

“Hmm…”

He peaked over at you, baggy sweater sleeves slightly tear stained as he wiped his face a final time.

“Maybe you just need some help to…direct it. Maybe…” you started to pick at your lower lip as you put together your thoughts, dully feeling Bob pull your hand away before you peeled the skin and drew blood.

Again.

His much larger hand kept a hold on your dominant one, feeling how your fingertips twitched and you still tried to pick despite it.

Bob’s grip tightened ever so slightly to keep you from slipping out while he watched the gears turn in your head.

Your eyes skimmed over your handwich, then up and down both your forearm and his.

He noticed you refocus, feeling excitement in his stomach when you looked up at him with a renewed spark in your eyes.

“Maybe I can sort of….guide it. If you feed your magic into me -just a little bit – I think I can…shape it.”

“Is that safe? Will it work?”

You shrugged, “I’ve done similar things in the past. I know you don’t know much about…who I was but trust me…a little bit of Sentry’s magic won’t hurt.”

You brought your other hand up the back of the one on the bottom of yours, pressing together.

A bright smile lit up your face, nudging him a little with your shoulder. “We can do this! Let’s give it a try! I’ll help you.”

A light dusting of pink entered his cheeks, small nod making his long, dark hair dance around them.

A striking, white ring formed in his iris’ as your support instilled the confidence he needed.

He rolled up his sweater sleeves, showing surprisingly toned, milky forearms.

Not wanting to risk ruining the moment by making him ask, you held out your non-dominant hand.

Bob was a little too eager to take it, sandwiching it between his own again and visibly a bit surprised at it's size.

Heat shot up your arm at the touch, you assumed it was Sentry's magic going from his body to yours.

Admittedly, it was magic but not the kind you thought.

You inhaled sharply as a rush of energy came to you, pupils dilating as your body re-learned how to handle magic; Like plugging in an old refrigerator for the first time in years.

Bob watched a similar ring appear in your eyes for a couple of seconds, calm and unaware of the risk you were taking for him.

You had no idea if your body could still handle magic, physically. You could have exploded into ichor on contact from the inside out.

Luckily, the ‘fridge still works!

It only took a couple of seconds but, for you, it felt like several minutes had passed by the time you felt his magic flow through your pipes like it belonged there.

Turning your gaze on the mug, you held out a hand the way you once did and used the magic Bob was feeding you to make the ceramic slowly lift from the counter.

Cheers came from both of you, your shouts of joy gathering the curious ears of a couple of your teammates.

When Yelena, Alexi and Bucky entered the kitchen, they witnessed you turning the mug different colors at Bob's gleeful request – all while it hovered a foot off the counter.

Both of you had huge smiles on your faces and genuine happiness in your eyes.

“Glad to see you’re making progress.” Bucky offered, aware he wasn’t good at this sort of thing.

“Making progress?! They’re in here kicking ass and doing actual magic!”

You set the mug down as Yelena came over with her arms wide, letting her take both you and Bob in them.

He hesitated for just a second before putting his arms around the two of you, still smiling.

“You guys are amazing! I’ve seen a lot of technology…some reeeeally fucked up shit, honestly,” she glanced over at Alexi, who shrugged and nodded, “But magic I just cannot believe exists! That’s so cool!”

The large man joined the hug, putting his daughter in the middle and easily encircling your and Bob’s shoulders while Yelena shifted to hug your waists.

“And our friends can use it! Together, there is nothing you can’t do!”

Bob’s chuckle of joy warmed all of your hearts as you were squeezed.

“Oh no you don’t, Barnes. Group hugs are mandatory. I don’t know what this is about but I’m in!”

You all looked over to see John enter and stop Bucky who’d tried to weasel out while the group was distracted.

He pretended not to like the hugs, but you all knew he got just as much from them as the rest of the team.

And that’s why he rolled his eyes and immediately turned back on his heel to hide his grin from the other super soldier, then came over to join the group hug with confidence.

Bucky draped himself around you and Alexi, cool metal of his arm going around your lower back.

When John wrapped around Bob’s back you felt his arm cross your shoulder blades, pulling you a little closer to Yelena who happily tipped her head back to have room to breathe.

You agreed with her.

The minor suffocation was well worth it.