#and i was like: oh?? OHOHOHOHO????

[qserasera]

@blackidyll said: @qserasera ngl though i do actually think they absolutely DID mean to frame it that way. like dh’s very first absolute thought is to pull out the jade abacus although there’s so many other ways he could prove that they’re the astral express? (literally, he’s the databank archivist). like he went straight to almost threatening boothill back here. and the funny thing is that dh could absolutely just boot (pun intended) boothill off the express himself, but nah (cont)

he’s gotta show off the boyfriend. also the fact that boothill is a galaxy ranger following the hunt and dh just pulled out the -my boyfriend is THE general of the luofu, a literal emanator of the hunt how do you like that?- card is just.. he’s both using jy to threaten and show off at the same time. it’s hilarious. please come back to this thought when you’ve finished the 2.2 quest (if you haven’t already!)

SCREAMING YELLING CRYING....my friend.....blackidyll you are. SOOO OBJECTIVELY CORRECT

anyways i have!!! FINISHED 2.2 and am ready to hear every single jingheng thought u may have pls Ramble this is full permission to do so!!!!

i kno they likely didn't mean to frame it this way, but i loveee the cdrama overtones of 'are u threatening us? my boyfriend has status and power backing him, and gave us this specific seal to use if we ever need to call on him. do Not test me.'

[leslieseveride]

remember when lucy refused to read those sext messages between jake and sava because she said her nana was watching that true crime episode they were filming, you just know she's her nana's girl. 🥺💗

[kissmefriendly]

Okay okay. I’m gonna do it. I’m gonna make a Discworld crossover. And, like almost all crossovers with Discworld, it’s the wizards’ faults. Can’t think of why an early 19th century man o war would be sailing about in The Circle Sea? The wizards did it.

[swordfaery]

my friend sent me the script for the pride n prejudice play shes putting on so basically just all the dialogue from pride n prejudice n its really pissing me off how much im enjoying this compared to actual pride n prejudice

[transsexualbloodlust]

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[b1rds3ye]

Can you make a fic / short headcanon of how the COD men reacts to reader riding those bull mechanical? Their usual bar/pub has installed a new attraction which is that bull mechanical. Either they dared reader or reader wanted to try to ride, depends on the character. You know how those bulls move makes the rider look like they’re grinding?? Yeah I wanna know how the guys reacts to that 👀

OHOHOHOHO GOT IT thank you for sending in the request!! This is the first one this blog has gotten 🥳🥳 I hope you enjoy~

Ride On

The local bar has installed a mechanical bull for an extra activity among the drunk and whimsical. One day off duty, you decide to give it a go and have some fun, and it seems the boys are enjoying it just as much as you.

Characters: Captain John Price, Simon “Ghost” Riley, Johnny “Soap” MacTavish, Kyle “Gaz” Garrick, König

GN!Reader w/ no physical descriptions (except you're shorter than König)

Word Count: 2.5k (~500 each)

Genre: Fluff, Spice, established relationship

Warning: Spicy (but no smut), 18+/MDNI,  awkward dialogue (it’s the cutest thing during flirty time fight me)

A/N: I don’t even write stuff that’s mildly spicy so I hope I did a decent job - also apparently mechanical bulls can do some real damage oh my god???

Captain John Price

On duty Price may be your direct superior but off duty you were more than free to do as you please even in his presence, he had always been clear about that. So he knew you were up to something when you sauntered up to him asking him for permission to go on the mechanical bull in the middle of the bar

He could only stare at your deceptively innocent smile for a moment before repeating the mantra that you could do what you want, his free hand automatically reaching into his pocket for a smoke as you strutted to the mechanical bull. You were going to be the death of him

He’s sure this is what emperors felt like in the days of old. Food, drinks, some very enticing entertainment and Price feels like he’s on cloud nine. Sitting by a table, he lounges back, thighs spread as he takes up the entire space of his seat and then some, feeling like a king as he watches you on the mechanical bull. He does not move, save for the occasional shift as his pants tighten

When you’re done riling him up, Price stays put as you approach him again. He can’t hide the incredible smugness he feels when the hungry eyes of strangers trail you, only to look at him in envy when they realise you’re already taken. He isn’t bothered by any of their stares, he can easily give any of them a piece of his mind

“You’ve got guts, love,” Price huffed out a puff of smoke. He remained seated by his table while you stood beside him, his face directly in line with your torso. His gaze travelled along every line and curve of your body that was so tantalisingly close, he could feel the body heat emanating from you. He stifled the urge to lick his drying lips.

“I did a good job though, right?” You beamed. He quirked an eyebrow at your sickeningly sweet voice. So you were going to keep up this charade, as if your face was only flushed from the physical exhaustion of remaining upright on the automaton and not from being so close but so painfully far away from him. Even in the darkness, he could see how your pupils swallowed your irises but he chose not to comment on it - he wasn’t faring any better.

“Passable. You’ve got two choices, sergeant.”

You swallowed, a shiver travelling down your spine as Price tilted his head down, idly extinguishing his cigar against the ashtray.

“Either you go back on the bull for some further training, give everyone here a sight for their sore, miserable eyes…”

Price regards you again, head up so that you could finally see his full face. Like a man lost for days in the desert, he gazed at you as if you were an oasis. Eyes lit up in awe, full of reverence, yet glazed over in carnal hunger.

“Or we leave this pub and you give me a private encore.”

Simon “Ghost” Riley

The instant he saw the new attraction he instinctively groaned under his breath. He already knew that you, Soap and Gaz will be provoking each other for some sort of competition. He’ll interfere if anyone seems uncomfortable but if it’s all smiles and laughs he’ll just quietly watch on with a mirth in his eyes reserved only for you and the task force (he will make a quip about you lot behaving like muppets though)

That being said, he already knows how suggestive a mechanical bull can look. When it’s decided that you’ll give it a go, Simon can only exhale slowly out of his mask, mentally preparing for an unexpected trial of restraint

He slinks back into the darkness of the bar, one with the shadows. His eyes shine like jewels as they reflect the treasure that is you. He drinks in the sight, committing it to memory. If from the bull you manage to see him in the gloom, his gaze is so intense it can single-handedly throw you off the automaton

Even off duty, he’s good at keeping his composure. When you return to him, you almost mistook him for being completely unfazed by your little stunt on the bull. But his voice is a little gruffer, the muscles in his throat straining with every syllable. He shows his neediness through his presence, you won’t be alone for the rest of the night as he accompanies you for even the smallest of errands

Rubbing your shoulder that was bruised from falling off of the bull, you beelined for the rest of the task force, only to get unexpectedly pulled towards the corners of the bar where the lights could not reach.

“Simon?” Your voice is barely above a whisper as you feel his hand splayed across your spine. He was never big on public displays of affection, he was possessive in that all of his love will be seen by you only. Daring a move like this has you turning to him in concern, but he didn’t seem uncomfortable in the slightest.

“We’ve got a problem.”

“And that is?”

Simon doesn’t reply, not verbally. He takes your hips in his hands, you can tell he’s trying his best to be gentle but his fingertips dig ever so slightly into your skin. Guiding you back to stand just in front of him, you grunted as you felt a hefty weight against your backside. Now that is a big problem indeed.

“Need you,” he rasps, voice so thick with air they were barely discernible words. You allowed him to pull you further against him, a guttural groan escaping him. “Fuck, didn’t know you could ride like that.”

“I’m a soldier of many talents,” you replied. He huffs against his face mask, digging his face into the crook of your neck. “I suppose I could go again. Just, not on the bull.”

Simon’s lips curved into a smile that warped the mask against your skin. His hands on your hips tighten, you won’t be escaping him anytime soon.

Johnny "Soap" MacTavish

When Johnny’s eyes settled on the mechanical bull, he then took a brief glance at you and his mind went places. This absolute menace is conjuring up a million and one ways to get you on that bull ASAP (with your wholehearted consent, of course)

He’ll do anything, making a dare, teasing you, trying to make a bet, just so he can see you mount that thing. He’s a dedicated man, once he has a goal he’s seeing it through, no matter how many playful slaps and lighthearted glares you give him. He’ll even set an example and go first - he’ll be flattered as hell if he can get you out of all people riled up

Johnny thinks he can handle it, but he’s always overestimating himself when it comes to you. He can’t play off how you’re bothering him as your hips slide forward and back against the saddle. He can only clear his throat uncomfortably and choke out a fake laugh when the rest of the 141 comment on how quiet he’s become

He bit off more than he can chew, he thought he was the smooth one for being blessed with such a sight but he’s finding himself more bewitched by you by the second. When you get off the bull he gives you a feeble punch on the shoulder, trying to act like he’s alright but really he’s completely at your mercy, hovering around you near begging you to give him attention

You didn’t even have time to greet him as Johnny pulled you away from the rest of the task force, down into a quiet corridor of the pub. His silence was unnerving, you asked him if something was wrong but his only response was his lips against yours. When you reciprocated, the Johnny you knew was back with you, smiling into the kiss with an exhale of eagerness into your mouth as he traps you against the wall with his body. His weight against you, it was already hard to get a breath in as he claimed your lips again and again and again. But what truly made you gasp was the hardness that brushed against your thigh. It was initially so brief, you could credit it as a phantom of your own lust, but as Johnny got bolder, it rested permanently against your upper leg.

Now that he made his predicament clear, he reluctantly pulled away from you, just enough for him to speak. His heaving breaths burned against your skin, no more than his azure eyes that bored into yours.

“I got another thing you can ride, aye?”

You burst into laughter as you gave him a playful shove on the chest. It did nothing push him off of you, his smile widening at your countenance.

“Johnny, that was awful.”

“I ain’t lyin’. My li'l MacTavish needs some help.”

“I swear to god I’m leaving you.”

“You know you love me. Now are you gonna help me or no?”

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

Kyle has a playful streak, when he sees you eyeing the new attraction he’ll approach you with a mischievous glint in his eyes as he slides some cash to you. “This twenty says you won’t last five seconds on that.”

And with that, a light-hearted competition started. Kyle’s intentions were genuinely innocent, he just wanted to have some fun beyond drinking the night away. After you gave the bull a go he was wholly planning to try after you to show you how it’s done - and possibly impress you with superior balancing powers

It started off fun as you laughed at the odd movements of the bull under you and Kyle smiled with you. He’s willing to give up that twenty as you were clearly having fun

What he did not expect was how as the mechanical bull became more erratic, bucking indiscriminately in all directions that the sight seemed more… suggestive. A yelp of surprise from you has him situating himself behind a table, ensuring no one can see the growing issue below his hips

He dares a look at the rest of the task force who are taking in the sight innocently. Soap is shouting encouragements like a battle cry, Price pulls a face that’s a mix of amused and impressed, Ghost offers a single dip of the head in respect and now Kyle feels dirty, guilt mixing with arousal into a sinful concoction that drips down his tightening pants

As you returned back to the task force, Kyle immediately came up behind you. His arms wrapped around your waist, he sat his head on your shoulder, cheek against yours. With his entire body smothering yours, his whole being moved with every inhale and exhale of yours as you tried to recollect yourself after that exhausting ordeal of the mechanical bull.

“Getting touchy’s not going to make me forget about that twenty, Kyle,” you chided with a smile. You hear a little hmph as one of his hands dip into your pocket, resting over your hip bone. He slips the note in but his hand stays there, his thumb tracing over the wrinkles in your pants.

“You looked real nice up there, you know,” he mumbled into your ear before giving it a peck, arms tightening around you possessively.

“Feels like you enjoyed it,” you whispered, voice disappearing as you noticed something firm pressing against your ass. Your laugh came out far too weak. “Is that a pistol or are you happy to see me?”

He chuckled, husky and restrained, too distracted to reply. His hand in your pocket was becoming more animated, rubbing at your skin. Even through the fabric, you can feel how hot he is, only getting warmer as he gets more antsy, his free hand now tugging and teasing at your shirt.

Kyle spares a look at the rest of the task force, clearly distracted with their own drinking and antics.

“Do you think they’ll notice if we leave?”

“... No, let’s go.”

König

König will never ask you to go on the mechanical bull because he’d never go on it himself. Putting on a show for a whole lot of strangers in a pub? Potentially embarrassing himself in front of said strangers, his allies and you? The thought already fills him with dread and he is empathetic to never ask for such a thing from you. That being said, when it’s established you’re more than happy to give the bull a go, he’s not going to stop you

He knew how suggestive a mechanical bull can look but he figured he could handle it; he did not reach the rank of colonel by giving in to every temptation. But he should have known better when it came to you, your mere existence making him feel like he lost all composure and combat experience

Upon noticing the lustful stares of others, König doubles as a bodyguard. He slowly stalks around the bar, using his hulking figure to strategically block the view of you for others. He also takes note of anyone who seems a little too fixated on you, not hesitating to send a glare their way

Once you lose to the bull, he waits by the edge of the ring, taking your hand to escort you back to your friends. He does it both to be a caring partner for you, but also he’s preening as onlookers visibly deflate upon realising that if they want to get to you, they have to go through him

König’s hand was tight around yours, you could feel it occasionally twitch, aware of his own strength and trying to loosen his hold on you.

“Entschuldigung, mein Schatz,” he grumbled. “You wanted the night here, but I must leave.”

“Why?”

König turned his head away in embarrassment, but you noticed his eyes dipped lower for a split second. When you followed his gaze, you took a moment to pride yourself for getting your partner so riled up. It was only broken when he gently took your chin with his free hand, tilting it up - or just anywhere away from his growing predicament.

“It is embarrassing,” he muttered. “You were just having fun, but I am here… needing.”

“Not at all,” you smirked. “I wanted you to notice me.”

“I am always watching you, Schatz,” König whispered. He was getting bolder - or perhaps more desperate - with every word, the hand on your chin moving down to settle on one of your hips. You tilted your hips into his grip and the consequent breath he emitted was forceful and ragged. “I did not think such a machine could be so… crude.”

“But you liked the sight, right?” Your voice was smug as you pulled his face down to be in line with yours. You now had a perfect view of his eyes that were alight with lust, pupils blown so wide you could not distinguish if it was the gaze of a predator or prey.

“Zu viel.”

Call of Duty Masterlist

[c4rdsharp]

WHAT TAROT CARD ARE YOU?

the tower.

where is the line between awakening and self destruction? is it thin? are you walking toward it? on it? already too far gone? there is nothing more disheartening than trying to find yourself, only to learn that you detest the person you've been looking for. can i tell you a secret? you are allowed to love yourself. required to, even. how can you go forward without it? make no mistake– it is not easy. but it is essential. you will get there, and it will be warm. / NUMBER: 16 / UPRIGHT: sudden change, upheaval, chaos, revelation, awakening / REVERSED: personal transformation, fear of change, averting disaster

tagged by : i stole it from @llosgcariad ! tagging : whomever wish to take it !

[buntanteen]

svt fic recs list <3 - lee jihoon/woozi b'day edition - sfw & nsfw ver.

summary: 28 days of sfw & nsfw jihoon reader insert fics for woozi's birthday

contains: 18+ nsfw (mdni!!) majority is afab reader, mostly sub!jihoon

✩ svt writing & fic rec masterlist ✩

✩ sfw ✩

❥ woozi bf headcanon samples - @wooahaee

this makes me just feel so happy and giddy and helps calm me down to go to sleep. the tid bits of what he might be like as a bf is making me crazy *rams head into wall*

❥ princess treatment - @emocheol

i just wanna give him so much love and care. hoonie really deserves the love he receives and so much more

❥ crushing!jihoon - @emotionalsupport-ljh

oh he's SHYYYYYYYYYY (me acting like i'm not shy too jfgkbd) and a bit patheticccc (perfect for me heheh😘) i'm kicking my feet and giggling this is so cuteee HE'S SO CUTEEEEE

❥ pouty - @qmrzi

omg pls give this baby attention, i will sob if he doesn't get it😭 baby was just excited to show his hairrr (also, bro looks SOOOOO fucking good blonde dfjkbd)

❥ the seventeen members as boyfriends - @catboyieejeno

woozi's section gimme gimme all of it thank you~ the quality time?? the massages?? the gym pump omg kvhfbk

❥ jihoon & hand-holding - @ylangelegy

and if i sob?? jihoon wanting to express love outside of songs kjfdb the triple touch to signal "i love you"??? as someone who can't always verbally say what i want to say, i love this 🥺

❥ seventeen when you reject their kiss (as a prank) - @emocheol

jihoon's section is just so *sobs* HE'S SO LIL AND CUTE I WILL GIVE U ALL THE KISSES U WANT

❥ shadow - @babyleostuff

i just know hoonie would drop everything to comfort someone he loves and i hope he has people that do the same :3

❥ 16:33 - @fairyhaos

YOU'RE SO REAL HE IS SO SO PRETTTY

❥ all the ways jihoon kisses you - @wifeyoozi

(putting it in sfw cuz the nsfw is minimal) THIS IS SO CUTE AND SWEET 🥹 JIHOON KISSES GIMMEEE

❥ simp jihoon (texts) - @wooziorgans

I'M CACKLING HE'S SO???!?!

✩ nsfw ✩

❥ lazy morning sex - @sluttywoozi

OH THE PICS YOU USED KDFJGBFDKG oh the vibes in the fic are just *chef's kiss* it is just jkbgdk kjgbkdfb fdkjgbdkfgbdk bgbdfkjgb ya know?

❥ sub!jihoon - @hannieehaee

going slightly insane over praising pretty jihoon and marking him up and him getting flustered and insane over praise d hfhdhdbdb obssessed. u threw so much of what i want to do to woozi into this fic i'm really going through it rn i cannot handle the lack of sanity rn

❥ under the neon lights - @dirtysvthoughts

OH THE IMAGES IN MY HEAD AHHH. lemme "celebrate" his birthday with him PLS PLS PLS. fuck this fic is so hooootttttt

❥ sub!woozi - @hanniehae

FUCKKK i wanna praise him sooooooooo bad and see him flush all red from compliments. does he even know how pretty he is?? (editing this fic rec and i didn't realise that i had literally recommended it 2x dfkjgbk IGNORE THAT)

❥ OT 13 : edging vs overstimulation - @svtswhorehouse

jihoon's section...ah fuck, him being a wildcard. overstimulating or edging depending on his mood. i cannootttt

❥ simp!jihoon - @boofeine

(op's account got suspended so the fic isn't available :/) if i died after woozi saying babygirl....hahahhaha no i didn't??

❥ simp!woozi - @hannieehaee

dear lord he's so down bad and so horny and so needyyyy

❥ dishes - @wooziorgans

it started off so sweet and then.... if i moaned??? THAT'S BETWEEN ME AND THE FIC

❥ things you do that make svt bust quick - @pochaccoups

jihoon's section....dear lord i have a thing for his longer hair and it is so well shown in this vkjfbkjb

❥ slow motion - @cherriegyuu

OHOHOHOHO FRIENDS TO LOVERS HEHEHE. the tension building is just so goooood. the proximity pushing it to the edge? i love itt

❥ riding needy jihoon - @boofeine

(op's account got suspended so the fic isn't available :/) needy??? jihooon? *screechesss* OH THIS IS TOO MUCHHH

❥ loser!woozi - @hannieehaee

confident!reader with loser!jihoon?? sign me up

❥ boyfriend!woozi headcanons (sfw + nsfw) - @wifeyoozi

oh dear, he sounds perfect for meeeeee. being too shy for pda but clingy in private??? YEET ME!! god of music and god at making you cum- *gets dragged away* HE'S JUST SO LOVINGGG

❥ lee jihoon as your producer - @woozivrsefactry

oh dear...he's so whippppeedddd~ AND FUCK THEY'RE BOTH SO PEVERTED?!!?

❥ next stop till nirvana - @wifeyoozi

ffs the images this writing casted in my head is INSANE. he's look SOOO pretty overstimulated

❥ sub!jihoon x sub!reader - @hannieehaee

he's insane for reader and i'm insane for him jkgfbdk cockwarming to fucking hoonie in his studio PLS SEDATE MEEE

❥ no song without you - @hannieehaee

genuinely just obsessed with how jihoon is characterised in this fic?? the tension between reader and him is insane!! the concept for their song is something i would love to see jihoon in too. him being lowkey pathetic and inexperienced makes my brain go brrrr skjfdgbdk he's so down bad for reader and i am down bad for him djfkgfbd this is the fic that made me start reading more woozi fics haha

ames' song recs: q&a (ft. ailee) by seventeen, ruby by woozi, chemistry by kiss of life & boyfriend by yeonjun

ames note: sorry for dropping off of tumblr for a bit haha. i got overwhelmed from posting. LMAO THE WAY I ONLY HAVE LIKE A FEW SFW FIC RECS I'M SORRY Y'ALL JKBVFKJ can you tell i like subby jihoon... kfjbd and i love jihoon so so much?? anywaysss, everyone enjoyyyy~ wooahaeee ς(.>‿<)

[cera-writes]

HEAR ME OUT!!! We've seen AU's but what about multiverse shenanigans.

Scott summers x reader x Scott summer, confusing I know. Scott and the reader are friends who are into each other but not together. Some weird stuff happens and a Scott from another universe pops up. Now this version of Scott is dating the reader from their universe. While they are trying to send him back Au Scott gets flirty with our versions reader, cue a jealous Scott. Maybe some jealous confession or some freaky 3 way shenanigans??? who knows.

A/N: Ohohohoho. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) since this will more than likely be smutty towards the end, reader will be AFAB. pairing: Scott Summers x AFAB!reader x AU Scott Summers Tags: nsfw, threesome, double penetration, mutual pining, jealousy, confessions, both Scotts simping for reader

Three's a Crowd

Scott's POV:

"Oh my god, he did not just say that!" I exclaimed, my eyes widening as I watched the other Scott Summers - the one from the alternate universe - flirt shamelessly with my best friend (you), right in front of me.

The three of us were sitting in the middle of a crowded bar, trying to figure out a way to send alternate Scott back to his own universe. But instead of focusing on the task at hand, that Scott couldn't seem to keep his eyes - or his hands - off you. It was driving me insane.

I couldn't help but feel jealous, watching them laugh and touch each other so casually. It was like a knife to my heart, knowing that alternate Scott was dating you in his universe, while I was stuck here, pining after you silently.

As the night wore on, the other Scott leaned in closer to you, whispering something in your ear that made you blush. I clenched my fists under the table, barely holding back the urge to punch him in the face.

But then, an idea struck me. If I couldn't beat alternate Scott at his own game, why not join him? Maybe if you saw how much I wanted you, too, things would change.

Taking a deep breath, I leaned in towards you and alternate Scott, interrupting your flirtatious conversation. "You know," I said, my voice low and confident, "there's enough of (y/n) to go around."

Both of their heads snapped towards me, surprise and confusion written across their faces. But I didn't back down. Instead, I reached out and placed a hand on your thigh, causing you to gasp and look at me with wide eyes.

"What are you suggesting, Scott?" The other Scott asked, his voice dangerous. But I could see the interest in his eyes, the same hunger that burned inside me.

I shrugged, playing it cool. "I don't know. A little friendly competition, maybe? Or..." I trailed off suggestively, letting my hand slide further up your thigh. "Something else?"

Your breath hitched in your throat, and you looked back and forth between the two of us, clearly torn. But there was a fire in your eyes that told me you were intrigued by the idea.

Other Scott leaned back in his chair, a smirk playing on his lips. "Alright, Scott. You're on. But let's make things interesting." He glanced at you, his eyes darkening. "The winner takes all."

My heart pounded in my chest as I considered the proposal. The thought of sharing you with alternate Scott should have been a turn-off, but instead, it only made me more determined to win your affections. This was only temporary anyway, at least until you both could find a way to send him back.

I nodded, my jaw set. "You're on."

The atmosphere in the bar shifted as the challenge was set, electric with tension and desire. And as I looked into your eyes, I knew that tonight would be a night none of us would ever forget.

After accepting the challenge, I turned my attention back to Reader, who was looking at me with a mix of curiosity and anticipation. The tension between us was palpable, and I could feel alternate Scott watching us closely, no doubt wondering what my next move would be.

I leaned in closer to you, letting my lips brush against your ear as I whispered, "I've wanted you for so long, and now that we have the chance to be together, I'm not going to let anything stop me." My breath tickled your skin, sending shivers down your spine.

Your gaze darkened as you responded, your voice low and sultry. "I never knew you felt that way, Scott. I've been curious about what it would be like between us." You licked your lips, your eyes flicking towards alternate Scott before returning to mine. "But now that there's two of you..."

I grinned, inferring your unspoken desire. "We can make all your fantasies come true, (y/n). Just give us a chance."

Alternate Scott shifted in his seat, his competitive side clearly kicking in. "Don't listen to him, (y/n). I can give you things Scott here could only dream of." He reached out and traced a finger along your arm, making you shiver.

You laughed, clearly enjoying the attention. "Well, then, I guess I'll just have to sample both of you before I make my decision."

My heart raced as I anticipated what was to come. I had dreamed of this moment for so long, but the thought of sharing Reader with the other Scott made my blood boil. Yet, I knew that the only way to win you over was to give you everything you desired, no matter the cost.

The three of us left the bar and headed back to the X-Mansion. The tension between us was thick as we walked, each of us trying to come up with ways to win you over. Alternate Scott attempted to charm you with stories of his universe and his version of you, while I focused on our shared history and the connection we had built over the years.

As the three of us entered my room, you turned to face us, your eyes filled with desire. "Alright, gentlemen, it's time to prove your worth." You reached out and undid the top button of your blouse, revealing a glimpse of your lacy bra beneath. "The one who can make me feel the most pleasure tonight will win my affections. Consider it a sample." you were definitely just teasing, but I couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy at how eager alternate Scott was craving you.

Other Scott and I exchanged glances, both of us determined to come out on top. We approached you, backing you up against the wall as we began to undress you slowly, each of us taking a side. Your breath came in quick gasps as our hands roamed over your body, exploring every curve and crevice.

Our lips met yours in a frenzied kiss, each of us vying for your attention as we undid your jeans and slid them down your legs. You moaned as our hands reached your underwear, teasing you through the fabric before finally slipping it off your body.

You gasped as you were laid out on the bed, your legs spread wide as alternate Scott and I knelt between them. We looked at each other across your body, both of us knowing that the real competition was about to begin.

There was no way I was about to let this other Scott steal you away from me. Not when there was still a chance I could send him back to his own universe. For now though, I'd play this little game.

The air in the room was thick with anticipation and desire as Scott and I knelt on either side of you, our eyes locked on one another across your body. There was no turning back now; we were fully committed to this game, this battle for your affections. With a determined look, I bent down to taste you, eager to show you the depths of my desire.

My tongue darted out, flicking gently against your folds, eliciting a sharp gasp from your lips. I smiled against your skin, my competitive nature fueling my need to please you. As I continued to explore you with my tongue, I felt your hands grasp at my hair, guiding me deeper into your warmth.

Meanwhile, other Scott was busy lavishing attention on your breasts, his lips and tongue swirling around your nipples, causing them to harden under his skillful ministrations. "Oh-oh fuck yes!" You moaned, your hips rocking against my face as you surrendered to the pleasurable sensations coursing through your body.

Suddenly, other Scott pulled back, looking up at you with a mischievous glint behind his visor. "I bet you didn't know I had a special talent," he purred, before dipping his head down to suck one of your nipples into his mouth. As he swirled his tongue around the sensitive bud, a low hum resonated from the back of his throat, sending vibrations straight to your core.

You immediately cried out, your back arching off the bed as you writhed in pleasure. I could feel your desperation building, your need for release growing more urgent by the second. Determined not to be outdone, I reached up and slid two of my fingers inside your wet heat, curling them upwards to rub against your G-spot.

"Oh god, Scott," you moaned, your breath coming in ragged gasps as you clung to the edge of ecstasy. Your body shook with the force of your orgasm, your hips bucking wildly against my fingers and other Scott's skilled mouth on your breasts.

As your climax subsided, other Scott crawled up your body, locking eyes with me as he positioned his erection at your entrance. He glared at me, challenging me to match his performance as he thrust into you with a powerful stroke.

You cried out once more, your hands grasping at his shoulders as he began to move inside you. His hips pumped relentlessly, driving into you with a primal urgency that spoke of his desire to claim you as his own.

Unwilling to be outdone, I shifted positions, kneeling behind other Scott and reaching around to tease your clit with my fingers. Your eyes flew open, meeting mine as I rubbed circles around your sensitive nub, sending you hurtling towards another orgasm.

Alternate Scott growled, obviously feeling the increased pressure on his shaft as your muscles contracted around him. He leaned forward, his lips finding yours in a passionate kiss as you moved together in perfect synchronicity.

As your lips parted, your eyes locked onto mine, your smoky gaze filled with desire and longing. My heart raced as I realized that no matter who won this competition, I would never forget the sight of you lost in the throes of passion, your body stretched between the two of us.

In that moment, I knew that I would do whatever it took to win you over, even if it meant sharing you with alternate Scott. As long as you were happy and fulfilled, nothing else mattered. With renewed determination, I continued to please you, my fingers and mouth working in tandem to bring you to new heights of ecstasy.

Slipping quickly out of my clothes, I crawled onto the bed and positioned myself at your back. Other Scott realized what I was doing. He looked over his shoulder, his own eyes sparkling with surprise and excitement as he realized my intentions. Without a word, he reached over and guided my hardness toward your rear entrance, your body already aching from pleasure as I grabbed some lube from the nightstand and got you ready for me.

As soon as you gave me the okay, I thrust into you, your moans growing louder, your body writhing between us as we moved in perfect harmony. The intense sensation of being sandwiched between the two of us, of feeling our hardness pressing against you on either side, was almost too much to bear. You threw your head back, eyes rolling as I grabbed a fistful of your hair with other Scott's hand squeezed around your neck.

Encouraged, I moved faster, driving deep inside you as other Scott continued to pump into your entrance. Our bodies moved together, creating a synchronized rhythm that seemed to amplify the pleasure for all involved. Your nails dug into my skin as you bucked against us, your cries of pleasure growing more desperate with each passing second. Your ass felt so good and tight as I drove into you.

"Oh god, this is incredible," you moaned, your eyes rolling back in your head again as you surrendered to the overwhelming sensations. "I can't believe you're both inside me...it feels so good..."

"Cum for us baby," other Scott and I both said in unison.

As you completely succumbed to your ecstasy, I couldn't hold back any longer as I shot white hot cum inside your ass, while other Scott finished inside you, both of us panting and breathless.

In the aftermath of the shared climax, alternate Scott carefully pulled himself away from you, revealing his softening member slipping from your entrance. He gave you an affectionate grin before turning to me.

With a hint of mischief in his eyes, alternate Scott spoke. "Well, since you both have feelings for each other, maybe we can think of a clever way to share (y/n). Friends become lovers, and two Scotts become better together – assuming you both agree, of course." His playful tone was an open invitation for further exploration.

I chuckled, my gaze sweeping over your flushed body with approval. "Well, since we ended up in a draw – technically speaking – it seems only fair that we share the spoils, right?" My words dripped with implication, and you blushed at the thought of what that might entail.

You hesitated for a moment, your smoky gaze flickering between the two of us. We both seemed so eager to continue this shared adventure, and you couldn't deny the allure of our suggestion.

"Okay," you breathed, your voice barely audible over the pounding of your heart. "But what exactly did you have in mind?" Your body trembled with anticipation as you waited for our response.

A slow grin spread across my face. "I think we should start with something simple – like a little game of truth or dare." My eyes sparkled with mischief, and other Scott nodded his agreement.

You raised an eyebrow, intrigued by our proposal. "Alright," you said, your voice gaining confidence. "Let's play."

I gestured for other Scott to take the lead. "Since you started this whole thing, I think it's only fair that you go first," I said with a grin.

Alternate Scott chuckled, his hidden eyes twinkling with excitement. He pointed a finger at you, gazing at you intently. "Truth or dare?"

You licked your lips, considering your options. The truth could lead to unexpected revelations, whereas a dare might push your boundaries even further. Finally, you made your choice. "Dare."

The grin on alternate Scott's face widened. "I dare you to kiss Scott – passionately, and without holding back."

Your eyes widened, a blush creeping up your neck as you realized the implications of his dare. But you were determined to see this game through, no matter where it led. Taking a deep breath, you turned to face me.

Our eyes locked, and you could sense the hunger burning brightly in my depths. Slowly, hesitantly, you leaned in until your lips were mere inches from mine. Then, with a gentle sigh, you closed the distance between us, pressing your mouth against mine in a tender kiss.

At first, our lips barely moved, simply lingering together as we savored the sensation. Then, as if driven by some unseen force, we began to deepen the kiss, our tongues dancing together in a passionate duet.

Alternate Scott watched us with rapt attention, his breath catching in his throat as he witnessed the sparks flying between the two of us. It was clear that there was something special happening here, and he couldn't help but feel a twinge of envy mixed with a longing to have his version of you against his own lips again.

Finally, you pulled away from me, your chest heaving as you struggled to catch your breath. My eyes were dark with desire behind my visor, and you knew that this game had unleashed something within us both – something that could no longer be contained.

"I-I think..." you trailed off, suddenly sensing something you maybe felt for me this whole time.

"Look... I get it. This whole charade has made me miss my version of you," alternate Scott smirked, confessing his truth.

"Then maybe it's time we call it a truce? We send you back to your (y/n). No doubt they miss you, too." I suggested, as you wrapped your arms around my neck, sparing a glance over at alternate Scott.

"We can't keep you here forever," you add, a touch of sadness lingering in your voice.

Together, you brainstorm. Maybe there's a way to reopen the portal he arrived through.

"And it's not cheating technically," I sheepishly grin.

Alternate Scott nods, a hint of longing for his own world flickering in his eyes. "There has to be a way back to my (y/n)."

Your POV:

Alternate Scott had finally gone back to his universe. You and Scott had found a way, and you were a bit sad to see him go, but nothing paled in comparison to how your Scott made you feel.

A week had passed. The silence in the X-Mansion living room was electric. It was well past midnight and everyone had already gone to bed., except you and Scott of course.

The embers of the fireplace cast flickering shadows across the room, the only witnesses to the heated kiss you shared with Scott. It wasn't the first since alternate Scott had returned to his own dimension, but the possessiveness in your Scott's touch was new. His hands, usually gentle, roamed your back with a newfound urgency, pressing you closer until you could feel the heat radiating from his body.

The kiss itself had started innocently enough, a slow exploration that lingered on promises unspoken. But as it deepened, a shift occurred. Scott's grip tightened, his tongue delving deeper, a silent claim written in the urgency of his touch. It was a stark contrast to the playful affection you'd shared before.

You pulled back for a breathless moment, your eyes searching his. "Scott?" you breathed, a mix of surprise and something else – excitement? – swirling in your chest.

A dark glint flickered in his visor-hidden eyes. "No more sharing, (y/n)," he murmured, his voice a husky rasp. "This time, you're all mine." The possessiveness in his tone sent a shiver down your spine. Part of you, the part that had craved his undivided attention during the whirlwind with alternate Scott, found it thrilling. The other part, however, flickered with a hint of unease.

Before you could respond, Scott leaned in again, his lips brushing against your ear. "Let's make this real," he whispered, sending a jolt of heat through your body. This wasn't the sweet, tentative boy you'd fallen for. This was a Scott fueled by a newfound possessiveness, and you weren't sure if you were ready for the storm he seemed to be brewing.

The night droned on, you surrendering yourself wholly to Scott as he carried you to his room, revelations and confessions spilling between the sheets as you realized one thing for certain: You were in love with Scott Summers and no alternate version of him could ever make you feel any different, even if it took the both of them fucking you to realize it.

You loved your Cyke. And he was definitely in love with you and completely and utterly yours.

[stickandthorn]

This whole thing makes the Cerberus Assembly so much funnier. Each one of them has a fucking innumerable amount of skeletons in their mad scientist lab closet. Ludinus Da’Leth, Trent Ikithon, and Vess DeRogna have a meeting together, and in their own head they each think “ohohohoho, I have the most Fucked Up Plans, they don’t even know the shit I’m up too!” And they go run off to talk to the moon or get juice from a time shape and inject it into kids or venture to the Flesh City ruins. Everyone is the crazy one here. Delilah got outed as a necromancer right and they were all like “oh NO, necromancy. Here?!?! Noooooo… we’ve got to get that out!” While hiding their evil fae court dealings behind their majestic robe.

[sue-me-wright]

New lings just dropped, also full of crime

Made my ocs from a lil rp server I'm in heehoo

You know how I've been "working" on a Ling Picrew, well, it's been several months and I have had no motivation to continue it.

I sincerely do wish to finish, but I haven't been "doing okay" for a while, so I will let you guys play with what I had done for the longest time.

https://picrew.me/secret_image_maker/oSWSmODJ2obebfnq

Please enjoy and, if anything, leave suggestions or share your little creature.

[fujoshirat]

+Strawberry Magic! ♡ 30 Years of Virginity Can Make You a Wizard?!♡+

Chapter 4: The Zipper

Summary: When virgin Pro Hero Shouto turns 30, he gains the magical ability to read the minds of people that he touches. After finding out that his personal assistant has a crush on him, everything changes and Shouto finds himself lost in the stressful game called love.

Pairing: Todoroki Shouto x Reader

Warnings: Aged up characters, STEAMY SCENE BE CAUTIOUS (nothing explicit or smutty! Just ohohohoho >:)), one curse word, both Shouto and reader POV (yey!!), self-conscious/doubtful reader :( (but not really angst!)

Knock. Knock. Knock.

"Come in."

Y/N walks into Shouto's office at precisely 8:50am, his coffee in one hand and her tablet in the other. With a smile, she places his usual order down on his table and begins talking.

"Good morning sir! Here is the rundown of last week and this week." As she gives her usual morning report, Shouto's mind wanders.

'It should be simple. Wait for her to confess and turn her down.'

'...'

'I don't like her, right?'

Shouto snaps out of his thoughts when he hears his assistant clear her throat.

"Did you see the email about the upcoming winter gala, sir?"

"Yes, I will be attending."

"Lovely, will you be bringing a plus-one?"

Nodding, Shouto speaks up.

"Will you be my plus one, L/N-san?"

...

"Sir, you really don't need to buy-"

"It's alright, L/N-san. I asked you to be my plus one. It is only fair that I buy you a dress."

"Todoroki-san! I can't buy this! It's way too muc-"

"L/N-san, we talked about this, it's okay. Besides, I'm paying anyways."

"Huh!?!"

Turning to the sales assistant, he points to the dresses in Y/N's arms.

"She'll try these on."

"Of course, sir!"

"Todoroki-san!"

As Y/N begrudgingly tries on the dresses, Shouto waits outside of the dressing room.

"L/N-san?"

"Yes?"

"If you don't mind, could you come out in every dress so I can see?"

"Y-yes, sir."

After a few minutes, Y/N comes out in a corseted, off-the-shoulder sleeved black dress. With pink cheeks, she mutters.

"Sir, I can't breathe in this one."

Shouto admires her figure before nodding.

"Alright, you can try on the next dress."

A few minutes later, his assistant exits the dressing room in a sleek, navy blue dress. Instead of sleeves, the dress comes with long, elegant gloves.

"I can breathe better in this one," she admits with a small smile.

Shouto lets out a low hum in response.

'She looks gorgeous in that one.'

"That's good. You look nice in that dress, by the way."

"Really? Thank you sir!"

Shouto lets Y/N reenter the dressing room to try on the last dress.

"Todoroki-san? Could you call someone to help me zip up this dress?"

Without thinking, he responds.

"I can come in and help you, is that alright?"

Oh shit.

'You idiot! Why would she allow you to zip up her dress!?! You weir-'

"You don't mind, sir?"

Y/N's soft voice snaps Shouto out of his embarrassment.

"I'm coming in."

As he steps into the dressing room, he spots Y/N looking at herself in the mirror.

He also notices her very, very bare back facing him.

Y/N wasn't naked, far from it. The purple satin hugged her hips perfectly. The pink top part of the dress that partially wrapped around her torso complimented her skin absolutely. Long story short, Shouto thought that his assistant looked absolutely ethreal in the moment. It's just that, with the way that Y/N was holding her hair to give him access to the zipper (plus the virgin in the pro hero,) she left her back exposed.

"Todoroki-san, do you need help finding the zipper?"

Realizing that his silence was a little too long, his fingers fumble around the back of the dress. Once he finds the zipper, he gently starts pulling it up. Furthermore, he places his free hand on her back to make sure that the zipper doesn't accidentally scratch her.

'Todoroki-san is so close!! He must be horrified! Is the dress to his liking? I feel bad that he's spending his lunch break taking me shopping for dresses...'

Awkwardly, Shouto clears his throat.

"Done, L/N-san." Looking over her shoulder, he admires her reflection in the mirror. The front of the dress was quite lovely as well. Perhaps a pearl-tinted fur boa would match. No doubt would he be able to find one in time.

"You look stunning, L/N-san. How do you feel about this dress?"

'He likes it? Oh, he really likes it!!'

"You think so, sir?"

"Of course. It would go even better with a boa. Once we buy the dress, we can go look for one."

Tearing her gaze away from the mirror, Y/N looks up at him with a smile.

"Alright then, I'd like this dress."

Shouto nods, his eyes never leaving hers. 'L/N-san has a pretty smile.'

Suddenly, Y/N coughs bashfully.

"Ah, but..." She looks up at her boss with pink-dusted cheeks.

"Could you help me unzip it?"

Ah.

Gulping, Shouto wordlessly nods and slowly unzips her dress back down. Eyes lingering on her skin, his hand naturally trails downward. His gaze flickers between Y/N's uncovered back and his ghosting hands.

Slowly.

Slowly.

Slowly.

...

'BREATHE, Y/N! What happened in the dressing room will not be brought to light! To the vault of secrets-and fantasies-it goes!' Taking a deep breath, you hold the small bag and follow your boss around. As you both navigate the luxury shopping mall, you can't help but admire him, his professional exterior, his calm expression, his mismatched-color eyes watch you-wait...

'WHAT!?!' You blink, finally noticing him looking at you. Wait, why is he looking at you?!?

'Crap! Did he catch me staring at him!?! He must think I'm a cree-'

"L/N-san, is everything alright?"

Stuttering, you try not to let your voice crack.

"Y-yes! Everything's alright sir!"

Okay, that was a little awkward, but he didn't catch on! Crisis averted!! It's not every day that you get to spend your lunch break with your boss. It's no secret to yourself that you've developed a crush on him over the course of working under him. Who wouldn't!?! Such an accomplished man, so strong and smart, so kind and caring, so passionate about his job!

But at the end of the day, you'll just be his secretary. An ordinary lady who graduated from college. Nothing special, nothing more.

'It's just a crush, nothing more. There's no way he'll choose you over his thousands of adoring fangirls! Get a grip, Y/N!'

In trying to distract yourself from such negativity, your gaze trails to the large shopping bag in Shouto's hand. Ever the gentleman, he carried your ¥44,816 dress.

♡♡♡

Total: ¥44,816

'Oh. My. God.'

¥44,816

"Todoroki-san!" You hiss, gently tugging on the sleeve of his coat (no doubt designer).

"I can't let you pay for my dress! ¥44,816 is no jok-"

"Can I pay with card?"

"Of course sir!"

"Todoroki-san!"

♡♡♡

You were definitely in debt to him now. Yup, swimming in debt, like a fish in the Pacific Ocean (You're being dramatic). As Shouto drives out of the mall's parking lot, you can't help but look up at him. And back at the dress. And then the boa. And then him.

The entire time, especially in the dressing room, your heart pounded in your chest from both embarrassment and happiness.

You felt so special.

So what if he was your boss? Every girl, even you, wants to feel pampered this way. To be able to forget herself and her reality for a moment. Remembering your manners (like you always do), you speak up.

"Todoroki-san, I really appreciate today. You didn't have to buy me the outfit."

Shaking his head, he responds coolly, his baritone voice pleasing to your ears.

"It's no problem at all, L/N-san. It is only fair that I buy you an outfit for the gala since I asked you to come with me."

"Ah, speaking of which, where should I meet you?"

He takes a smooth left turn, heading back to the agency.

"If you don't mind, I can just drop by your place early to help you if you need anything."

"Oh, okay! I will need help with the zipper again."

. . .

The mention of the zipper made both Y/N and Shouto recall the dressing room incident. As the air turns awkward, Shouto's elbow accidentally brushes against Y/N's.

'We went out together, and I had so much fun! Does... does it count as an unofficial date?'

'An unofficial date?' he asks himself in his head. 'Is it normal for me to buy her outfits on our lunch breaks?'

As he parks in his usual parking spot at the agency, his eyes flicker to his assistant. Shouto notices her smiling unconsciously at the boa, no doubt in his mind that she likes it.

'L/N-san looks pretty when she smiles.'

A/N: That's it for chapter 4!! I feel like it's not as good as the other chapters according to my self-standards, but I'm glad if you enjoyed it! What did you think about the dressing room scene? O//w//O Nothing smutty happened but I just wanted to put a prior warning in case anyone would be slightly uncomfortable. More Shouto and reader interactions (yey) and definitely more romantic progression >:DD. Chapter 5 will be gala time and maybe more? :,)

As always thank you so much for taking the time to read this series! Chapter 5 is in the works, hopefully I'll be able to upload it as consistent as the other chapters! I'm so excited for future chapters and updates. Once most of the story is published and it comes to a close, I will start organizing my tumblr better and have proper pages for the series chapters and masterlist :]

~entire fic and notes written by me: fujoshirat!

Taglist (thank you so much <3): @boogiemansbitch

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[mintiicinnamonii]

Hello hello!! I hope you're doing well!! If LMK requests are open, I've got an idea for you!!

So Redson basically lives in something like a fucking volcano right? Hear me out, if you will: It’s Redson’s S/o’s (or eventual s/o) first time going to his house, and they did NOT dress for the temperature! They’ve got on a long-sleeved over shirt of some kind and are boiling alive just standing there! They take it off like “sorry, i didn’t think it’d be this damn hot!” And BAM- there’s a tank top underneath and S/o is fucking jacked (maybe not jacked, but it’s visibly obvious that they work out!!). How do you think Redson would react?

Thank you so much, have a good day!!

OH LORD YOU’RE BUFF AS SHI-

Red Son furrowed his brows, focused as he worked on his invention. You were sitting in your ‘spinny chair’ (which Red Son totally didn’t just buy for you..), making little noises as you swiveled. It was a cold and rainy day, but it definitely didn’t feel like it in Red Son’s home, which was literally a FUCKING VOLCANO. and unlike Red Son, you didn’t enjoy feeling like you were bathing in molten hot lava. You groaned, taking off your jacket. 

The second Red Son heard the sound of clothes ruffling, he nearly fell off his chair. “WHAT- PEASANT?!” His jaw dropped, removing his goggles and staring at you. Now Red Son was… scrawny. Way scrawnier than he’d like to admit, considering his bloodline and status. But you, a foolish mortal.. could easily beat him in a fight if it weren’t for his fire powers. 

“Huh?” You raised a brow, looking at Red Son with a confused expression. “Is something on my face?” Red Son stuttered, trailing down your body. That tanktop, those toned muscles.. your abs- Okay. Hold your horses, Red Son. “No- your face is fine, but uh.. did you.. always.. look like that?” He pointed to your muscular physique. You blinked, before snapping your fingers, “Oh, yeah. I work out, you didn’t know that?” Red Son licked his lips. “Hm. Good to know..” You followed his gaze, watching as you realized what he was looking at. “Ohohohoho! What’s this? You like what ya see?” You smirked as Red Son’s face went crimson. “UH- N-no! I mean- yes! I mean- I WASN’T STARING!” You weren’t convinced; Red Son was always a horrible liar. “Uh huh. Sureee.. You can’t stop staring, huh, ya lil perv?” Red Son stuttered. “What- I’m not a pervert-“ He rambled, trying to justify himself while you watched him, barely holding in your laughter. “Chill, babe, it was a joke!” You cackled, covering your mouth. Despite Red being flustered out of his mind, he was still entranced by your laugh. God, the things you do to him. 

You held Red Son in your arms, smirking like a little devil as Red pouted. “You look cute when you’re flustered though.”

“I hate you.”

“Love you too babycakes.”

[charliemwrites]

Feral being a bad influes on Obedient? Nothing major or anything but just like she did with Johnnys Shy girl, she inspires some mischief in Obedient and Price has to deal with it? As much as I’d love Simon’s easy going caretaking, Price’s discipline just speaks to me but of course I’d have to be a bit of a brat sometimes -🥄

Ohohohoho Feral encourages Obedient (who I’ve been calling Good Girl) to act out all the time. Especially when they’re together. Good luck getting both of them, price!!

And then one day Good Girl decides that she is just in a Mood for Mischief. When he tries to put her leash on to take her outside, she darts around refusing to get close enough to put it on - and he’s not about chase her. She also nips when he’s trying to groom her, keeps demanding things instead of asking.

The final straw comes when she splashes him with soap during bath time.

He hauls her out, soaking wet, and bends her over his lap with a firm hand around the back of her neck.

“The hell has gotten into you today?” he growls.

“I just wanted to have fun!” she complains. “You’re no fun!”

“Oh is that what you think?” he muses, running his hand down her back thoughtfully. “I’m no fun.”

She tries to backtrack, whining. “I-I didn’t mean it, I’m sorry!”

“Oh no, bad girl, I think you did mean it. Don’t worry, I’ve got the time to change your mind.”

She doesn’t “go to bed” that night so much as pass out. But she’s much better behaved the next day.

[shunin-gumis]

Netaro Initial SSR Story

Netaro's Soulmate Search, Group Date Edition (Part 2)

Momiji: It's finally the day of the group date!

Netaro: Oooh...! This place is crawling with unfamiliar humans. I am feeling quite stimulated!

Momiji: Netaro-kun is all hyped up too.

Momiji: We spent a lot of time practicing his conversational skills, and eventually he'd improved quite a bit!

Momiji: At least, I think.

~~~~~~(flashback start)

Akuta: Ohohohohoho, top o' the mornin' to ya Kotaro-san! I hope the weather is crazy good today too!

Netaro: Ohohohoho, indeed! The weather has been so pleasant lately that it has been quite easy to leave the laundry out to dry, yes!

~~~~~~(flashback end)

Momiji: ... I'm sure that counts as small talk, right? Yeah. Let's just put it that way.

Momiji: Oh, people have already split up and are sitting down at the tables that have been set up for the occasion...

Momiji: All that's left is to go for it...! Do your best, Netaro-kun!

~~~~~~

The gyaru sitting nearby: Hey hey~ Where'd you come from? I was born and raised right here in HAMA~

Netaro: I have arrived from a planet far beyond~ All for the sake of meeting you.

The gyaru sitting nearby: For reals? That's crazy~

The cheery guy sitting across: I gotta know, where'd you get those threads? The color is sick as hell dude.

Netaro: Right? Isn't it just so?

Momiji: Oh? Looks like it's going well? Maybe I don't have to worry after all...

Kind-looking man: Um, it's my first time attending a group date. It's kinda nerve-wracking huh?

Momiji: R-Right? It's my first time too. I accompanied a friend here today...

Momiji: This is feels kinda refreshing. It's a different kind of experience from when I deal with tourists.

Momiji: I see... this is one way to enjoy a group date I guess!

~~~~~~

Cheery guy Yamada: Thanks Netaro-kun, I'll call ya later~

Netaro: I shall wait eagerly, Yamada. For we are best pals now.

Netaro: Fufu, how was that, Doudou! Were you watching me? Did you see? I managed to hold a proper "conversation"!

Momiji: -Ah! I remember that store! How nostalgic~

Kind-looking man: I didn't think I'd get to meet someone who knew that place. I barely get the chance to talk about it...

Netaro: ...Hmph.

Netaro: Doudou.

Momiji: W-what's wrong!? Weren't you just having a conversation over there...?

Netaro: I... feel upset for some reason. I need you to look at me more.

Netaro: I managed to display the fruits of our training after all. Should you not be praising me by now?

Netaro: Go on, pat me. Praise me more~

Kind-looking man: Um...?

Momiji: This is bad, he looks confused...!

Netaro: Oh I see, you did not get to witness the results with your own eyes.

Netaro: Then I shall converse with you now! Doudou, what are your hobbies? Tell me, tell me~

Choice 1: But that would be missing the point.

Momiji: But that's not the point of this exercise, Netaro-kun. Netaro: Hm? Momiji: Netaro-kun, I want you to be able to find your Beatrice. That's why we came to this group date, so you could meet all kinds of people. Momiji: Right now, you should be talking to other people, not me, right? We'll talk more when we get back home. Netaro: ... Netaro: I see. Understood. Netaro: You. I apologize for intruding on your conversation suddenly. Kind-looking man: Oh, no, it's alright. Are the two of you friends...? Netaro: Indeed. You may call me Netaro Yowa. I am the 18th Ward Mayor of HAMA Tours!

Choice 2: My hobby is... traveling.

Momiji: My hobby... Well, I do love traveling. Momiji: Now that it's come to this, I should throw a topic to Netaro-kun. I'm sure he knows how to go with the flow now... Kind-looking man: Travel, huh. That's great, I really enjoy it too. Netaro: In that case, you should participate in one of our tours at "HAMA Tours". You will get a taste of hospitality that you have never experienced before.

Kind-looking man: Wait, you work at HAMA Tours!? Please do tell me more, I've been wanting to join a tour there since before!

Netaro: Ooh~ Why of course! I'll tell you all there is to know about it from A to Z!

Netaro: Fu~fufun~ La~lala~

Momiji: We weren't able find your Beatrice yet, but you got to make a lot of new friends in the end huh.

Netaro: Indeed! However, this is only the first round of "Beatrice Selection". There will be many many more rounds to come~

Netaro: I shall count on you for the next one too, Doudou.

Momiji: Wait, next time too!?

Momiji: Well, I guess I did have fun. And I'd be too worried to leave him alone...

Momiji: In a way, maybe this could lead to some advertising for HAMA Tours...

Momiji: All right, I'll do my best to find out how you can get to meet a lot more people.

Netaro: You promise, yes? If it ends up being a lie, I'll reconfigure you so that I can launch you through the stratosphere in the flesh, understood?

Momiji: Alright alright, I get it. Let's get some dinner and go home!

Momiji: What do we get today... We talked a lot, so I'm feeling extra hungry.

Netaro: ..........

Netaro: Indeed, I'm feeling quite peckish.

Netaro: You smile over the smallest things. Get surprised easily. Your reactions are always refreshing, and full of life.

Netaro: Kind eyes. A kind voice. Such things are present in this world in abundance, and yet that is precisely why it is so precious.

Netaro: Ha~.........

Netaro: I truly am feeling hungry.

Part 1

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WELCOME HOME THEORIES AND ANALYSIS! FRIDAY THE 13th EDITION!

HUH?? A surprise Welcome Home Update???

WITH LORE AND SECRETS?!?!?!

Ohohohoho! You know yours truly loves lore! And oh boy... Theres a lot to unpack here.... So buckle your seatbelts folks! I might've discovered something BIG

WARNING! THIS WILL CONTAIN SPOILERS FOR THE HALLOWEEN UPDATE! OH AND THIS IS GONNA BE VERY VERY LONG!

Ok, first things first, THE THEORY

I might've figured out who the main antagonist could be, and it's not Wally or Home. In fact, it has been staring at us the entire time, we've just never realized it.

I think the main villain of Welcome Home could be the spooky swirly void living inside of Home.

"WHAT?!?! This early on in story??" I hear you say! "This couldn't be possible!"

ANYTHING IS POSSIBLE DEAR VIEWER! And truth be told, there could be multiple antagonists in Welcome Home, but all evidence points to this swirly guy being the source of everything wrong thats happening. Also, from now on, I'll be calling it the Entity. (Spooky swirly man sounds so silly!)

EVIDENCE 1: It makes people sick.

It seems like the Entity emits some kind of black "ink" that makes people sick once you touch it. It also seems like the WHRT knows about this too! Going into great lengths to order everyone to wear gloves.

Writing on sticky note atop vinyl glove box reads: Put on gloves before handling ANY art. Call me if we run out!

Not to mention that think ink also seems to effect anyone psychologically, making them want to discover more about Welcome Home, even if it harms their own health.

In the ABOUT US page:

When I unwrapped the first letter, I felt it. I heard it. Open. Open. Open. I want it out. I’m going to get it out.

In the STAFF ONLY page:

Everything is so disgusting to touch. Sometimes the mail doesn't come for weeks. I want to rip into everything I have. My head feels so muddled too. Ever since I opened the envelope.

I keep getting phone calls, now. Or at least, I assume that's what's happening. I keep hearing it ringing. All day, sometimes. I check my phone and there's no new messages. I thought maybe some of the site staff were pranking me, but I tore up the workspace and couldn't find another phone that might be ringing. All that was there were the toys for the exhibit, and obviously those couldn't be ringing. But I kept hearing it anyway. The phone ringing and ringing... ...I keep digging and digging. I've poured over every recovery the WHRP has given me access to, every inch of their website, and the things I find make less and less sense. If I didn't know better I'd say everyone was coming together to pull an elaborate prank on me. I can still hear the phone ringing now. I don't know how to answer the phone. I need to answer the phone.

The NEWS PAGE also mentions ringing! (This could be the same person who has been affected by the ringing)

So many guest signatures… So many of them are trying to communicate. What are you telling me for? Do you think I can answer? What are you trying to do to me? I’m closing that guest book, I’m not playing this game anymore. The ringing is enough.

And even affecting them physically as well!

NEWS PAGE

What is it, I hear you pleading! Clawing at your screens just as we have! Coughing, headaches, nausea- I know. I know. It will take a lot of cleaning, preparation, and polishing on our part, but it is a worthwhile labor of love.

Coughing, headaches, nausea.... The Restoration Team is growing sick, yet they are completely obsessed with restoring more evidence for Welcome Home.

They even know that they are growing sick, they wear gloves, they clean, they prepare, they polish the artwork over and over and warn anyone NOT to touch the ink, but it's not enough. They need to restore Welcome Home, even at the cost of their own health.

Heck, the entire page (and studio) is literally dowsed with black ink!

And it seems to be growing too...

Theres more stuff on the walls I keep hearing phones ring.

"More stuff" as if he's surprised, as if there were less ink on the walls than before. And he keeps hearing phones ringing... Its growing...

And it made its way into the real world....

EVIDENCE 2: SALLY'S HORROR STORY!

Ah yes! Some evidence from the Halloween Update! This time, from Sally Starlet’s Macabre Menagerie of Monstrous Mischief Making! Specifically, I want to analyze the "noticeable gap" in the audio, the only part where the WHRT did NOT transcript. (This was written by yours truly btw!)

SALLY: What?! No, no, and no! …It is because this town is rumored to have visitors at night… Something from deep within the forest, far beyond the hills and mountains… No one knows what it wants or where it’s going, just that it is persistent… Just that it arrives here. So many stories have risen about their origins… But I know what it is searching for. It is looking for neighbors who have stayed past the daytime, to gobble them up whole. That is why so few live here. It moved through the streets at night, but it doesn't break into homes. However, on rare instances, it will find itself with an appetite left…. unsatisfied by its aimless wandering. Even the occasional unfortunate insect that has crossed its path is not enough… Those who have lived through the night say it isn't quiet about it either. They always say you can hear when it gets closer to you. Do you know what sound it makes? I hear it. Every. Night. You can hear it too, if you listen. Especially if you wait next to your window. First, theres rustling in the bushes. Then, A scratching on the pavement and the walls as it crawls up. Finally, if you're quiet, you can hear its guttural sound…

Now, I know what you're asking. Why even bring up this little story at all? What does this story have to do with the Entity?

Context, my dear viewer. If you listen closely, the audio is too clear. No static, no nothing. This segment is also the only part where it didn't get transcripted because it was "inaudible". Which is strange, because you and me and you and that guy and me can hear it just fine! And THAT is why it got me theory senses tingling.

Plus, the story is about a monster too! Coincidence? I THINK NOT!

So let's analyze!

"…It is because this town is rumored to have visitors at night… Something from deep within the forest, far beyond the hills and mountains… No one knows what it wants or where it’s going, just that it is persistent… Just that it arrives here."

This could be talking about the Entity. We don't know what exactly the Entity wants, just that it looks like it's determined to reach a goal that we don't know much about.

"It is looking for neighbors who have stayed past the daytime, to gobble them up whole. That is why so few live here."

It feels like this is talking about the portal-like properties the Entity has. "Gobbling" up neighbors whole and sending them to another dimension, ours.

Sally also states "That is why so few live here", which makes me question how many neighbors used to live here before. Perhaps Julie's siblings, Howdy's family, Barnaby's mom? Were they sent to another dimension? Where are they now????

Not only that, but Sally makes it clear that it goes after neighbors at nighttime. And what time does Welcome Home usually update? 7 PM (*Now, this time could be different because of timezones, but the updates usually happen during the night)

"It moved through the streets at night, but it doesn't break into homes. However, on rare instances, it will find itself with an appetite left…. unsatisfied by its aimless wandering..."

"First, theres rustling in the bushes. Then, A scratching on the pavement and the walls as it crawls up. Finally, if you're quiet, you can hear its guttural sound…"

I think Sally is giving us an EXACT description on how the Entity managed to break into Home.

1st, theres rustling in the bushes. Home does have bushes surrounding him.

Then, a scratching on the pavement and walls as it crawls up. The Entity could've broken into Home by either climbing through the window or through the roof.

Finally, a guttural sound. Now... where did I hear a guttural sound in Welcome Home before.... Oh yeah! Wally. <- Click this handy-dandy clip and you can hear something quite monstrous right below Wally's voice!

"Wait a minute.... Did you say Wally has a guttural voice???"

I did, dear reader. I did.... Which brings me to my next point:

EVIDENCE 3: POSSESSION AND PUPPETEERING!

Throughout our inspection of the Welcome Home website, we've seen countless times of Wally becoming more and more distressed as each update comes out.

But we've also seen a lot of inconsistencies regarding our lil' Darling! In fact, I even compiled these into a theory in which there could be 2 people hacking into the website!

And while that I still do believe there are more than 2 people hacking into the website... I don't think the Question Answerer is the one doodling. He's still hacking onto the website, but unlike Wally, he writes it out.

The last piece of evidence just proves its the same guy writing this! The Question Answerer!

I want to rip into everything I have. My head feels so muddled too. Ever since I opened the envelope. (see above)

Ok but if the Question Answerer isn't the other guy doodling... then who is making all of the inconsistent doodles??

Why, the ENTITY!

Not only are the doodles inconsistent, but even the sound of Wally's voice sound... quite off if you compare enough audios.

For example! Compare the interview audio with the newest Happy Haunting audio, do you notice anything peculiar about Wally's voice? Especially in the Happy Haunting audio? (If you have trouble finding it, compare these few timestamps below)

4:08

4:51

8:45

13:39-15:29

It sounds... off. Robotic even! It's slow, and the articulation is way different from the interview audio. In the interview audio, you can hear how happy Wally sounds! Even in this audio (and this one too), you can hear Wally growing increasingly frustrated. Yes, its still monotone, but you could hear emotion!

But the Happy Haunting audio, it's neutral. Yes, it IS monotone, but it feels like someone doing an impersonation of Wally rather than Wally actually speaking himself. In fact, the audio reminds me of the phone audio right here. It has the same pauses and neutral tone, save for the very audible growl right underneath Wally's voice.

But speaking of the phone audio.... Did you catch that?

...Do you know who I am? [The heart beat and ambience resume.] [Gasp.] Oh no. Well that’s not neighborly at all. We’ve never met before. But don’t worry. Even though you and I haven’t spoken before, I’ve seen you... Every time you have looked into my eyes. I want to know… What did you see? [Silence.] I hope you saw a friend, but I’m not sure you saw a name... Stand still. Let’s start over. Ring ring ring. Click. Hi, I’m Wally. I’m so happy to finally meet you, I think you’re the absolute most.

...That's strange, isn't it? We definitely HAVE met Wally, not formally, but we do know about him (this fandom is proof of that!) So how come Wally is saying that we haven't?

Especially when in another audio, he says that we DO 'know him'.

…Why won’t you answer me, neighbor. Why can’t I hear you. You know me. You do. Please open. Let me in.

Contradictory, isn't it? We can't both know Wally and NOT know Wally at the same time. That's impossible....

Unless the phone audio Wally isn't our Wally... its the Entity.

Technically, we DON'T know about the Entity. It's not a character in Welcome Home and the things that we do know about it are just mere theories and speculations. It is our 'first' formal meeting with it.

Then why did it introduce itself as Wally? WELL BECAUSE ITS POSSESSING HIM! It's trying to convince us that it is Wally, using his signature catchphrase and even saying 'I hope you saw a friend'. Besides, if you were a weird portal monster, I doubt you would introduce yourself as one if you wanted to trick someone.

And if this possession theory does turn out to be true, it does explain the major inconsistencies happening in the website! Such as the doodles!

The Hearts!

THE HANDWRITING

THATS NOT WALLY'S HANDWRITING! He writes in CAPITAL LETTERS and in RED (not all lowercase and in blue!).

WALLY CAN'T DRAW HEARTS SO WHO'S DRAWING EM???

AND BOTH OF THOSE BARNABY DRAWINGS SURE DO LOOK INCREDIBLY DIFFERENT FROM EACH OTHER. ALMOST AS IF SOMEONE WITH LITTLE DRAWING EXPERIENCE DID IT.

But if you still need a bit more proof to convince ya, here's some more!

W a L L y: You won't write back Wally: You're looking for me. Silly. Silly.

I think W a L L y is our Wally! He's getting desperate, but he knows that we won't be able to write back. Wally on the other hand is the Entity, it knows that we are looking for the main big bad antagonist, and it knows. It even mocks us.

And I think we've seen evidence of these possessions before. Look at none other than the bug audios!

In every single one of these bug audios, we are in the perspective of Wally himself. But in these bug audios, Wally doesn't say anything at all. Rather, he sits unmoving, listening into the conversation whether he has been invited there or not!

In this bug audio, Wally has been listening in on Sally and Howdy's conversation the entire time!

But thats not all! All of these bug audios are connected according to the conversation between Barnaby and Home! Which means that all of these bug audios are happening on the same day at a very short period of time, which is concerning on just how frequent Wally appears to be disassociating. Or if that's even Wally at all!

If that is the Entity controlling Wally, it feels like he's observing them, studying them. Perhaps that's why the audios always cut out whenever a neighbor says Wally's name, it snaps him out of that trance and reminds him that he is in fact the real Wally!

Which brings us to our latest bug audio (and by far the most worrying one), the Candy Spider! The Halloween Bug?? Idk it's this one <-

We've just gotten proof of Wally munching on an apple. This would've been fine and dandy in any other situation, but remember viewer! Context matters! Especially if we put into consideration that that is not Wally.

BARNABY: ‘Ey, how’s my little devil doin’ over ‘ere? You guardin’ my apple for me, pal? [There is a brief pause. What is he doing.] BARNABY: Oh— heh, I guess ya didn’t do a very good job at it. [Barnaby calls out to the room] Hey! Who took a bite outta my apple? I think I see some fang marks, Frank!

Yeah that SURE is definitely not worrying. Nope, none whatsoever!

Oh boy... I think that's everything. Well, not everything everything. I still don't think the Entity is the only bad guy, just the main one! The Playfellow Workshop is very suspicious, and while I do believe Wally and Home are most likely victims of everything that is going on, I don't think I should say that they are quite innocent yet.

In the banner, they are the only two NOT separated by hearts! It seems to me that they are working together to give out more evidence to the WHRT.

And Marlo... another company that is VERY suspicious. What did their logo look like again?

A house logo with an eye in the middle.... Why does that look so familiar?

AH.

Well that's clearly not suspicious!