tic tac toe


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Python code for a tic-tac-toe game.

The code checks for all win conditions as well as a draw. This is then displayed at the end to the user.

Enjoy! xx

Tic Tac Toe Masterlist

Originally posted by frozen-delight

Pairing: Sam X Reader

Song Prompt: Haven’t met you yet- Michael Buble

AU: Business AU

Warnings: None, just fluff for most part ;)

Series status: COMPLETED

Summary: The reader shifts into a new city after being offered a dream job by a big firm. The timing couldn’t have been more perfect after an ugly break-up with a douche-bag Ex. But things turn out not as dreamy as she’d want them to be and the only thing that keeps her smiling is a totally coincidental game of Tic Tac Toe.

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hillychua animated my Tic Tac Toe Anime vine.  NOICE.

Bitte küss mich nicht (Thema Missbrauch -> Vergewaltigung)

Es was ein ganz normaler Tag, doch sie spürte irgendwie das etwas anders war und es wurde ihr klar irgendetwas war geschehen, er hatte sie noch nie so komisch angesehen.

Sie gingen in ihr Zimmer, schmusten eigentlich wie immer, doch dann wollte er mehr, sie fühlte sich so leer und verlassen, sie hatte ihn doch lieb, sie wollte ihn nicht hassen.

Er hatte sich genommen was er braucht, er hat sie benutzt, beschmutzt, belogen und sie um ihre Liebe betrogen. Sie konnte das alles nicht verstehen, nur eins - es würde weitergehen.

Sie konnte niemanden was sagen, musste alles stumm ertragen, musste ihm versprechen das Geheimnis nie zu brechen. Sie hat das nie gewollt, doch dann hat sie es gemacht,
dabei hat sie nur gedacht..

“Bitte, bitte, bitte, bitte küss mich nicht.
Bitte, bitte, bitte, bitte küss mich nicht.”

Er hatte ihr versprochen, es kommt nie wieder vor, es wird alles wie es war, doch dann war er wieder da, dieser Ausdruck in den Augen. Woran sollte sie noch glauben?

Sie wollte raus aus ihrem Körper, konnte sich nicht mehr spüren, doch er hörte nicht auf ihr die Luft abzuschnüren. Es war so wie ein Alptraum, doch sie wurde nicht wach. Sie wollte kämpfen, doch sie war viel zu schwach.

Sie gab sich die Schuld, glaubte daran, was hatte sie getan, was trieb sie in diesen Wahn? In der Nacht kam die Angst, sie glaubte zu schweben, sie sah sich von oben und sie wollte nicht mehr leben. Sie wollte es verdrängen, wollte es vergessen, doch es hatte sich tief in ihre Seele gefressen.

Sie fühlte sich allein, fühlte sich so klein,
wann würde es endlich vorbei sein?

“Bitte, bitte, bitte, bitte küss mich nicht.
Bitte, bitte, bitte, bitte küss mich nicht.”

Sie hat lange gebraucht das Schweigen zu brechen, denn es war viel zu schwer darüber zu sprechen. Ihr fehlte der Mut, doch dann hat sie es getan und sie weiß jetzt, sie hat keine Schuld daran.

Tic Tac Toe

a/n: So you wanted to read about Niall. Here it is! 

If you had any idea that this would have been the outcome you never would have agreed to play the game. It started when you’d asked Niall to take out the trash. He was all too eager to remind you of the fact that he had washed the dishes last night so it was your turn to take out the trash. Of course you reminded him that the sink full of dishes were all his anyway, but he didn’t see your point.

“Fine, let’s settle this fair n’ square,” he offered.

You concurred. You were all for fairness. You watched as he opened a draw and brought out a writing pad and two pens. Your brows rose in scepticism as you watched him draw a large number sign and then hand you a pen.

“This is your idea of fair and square?”

“You got a better idea?” he countered.

Sighing, you leaned onto the counter to make your move.

Soon after you were drawing a line through your x’s before dropping the pen, “So it’s settled. And don’t forget to put a new bag in when you’re done.”

“Wait, wait, let’s make it best two out o’ three,” he’d suggested.

Not seeing any harm with that you came back to the table and picked up your pen.

Three games later and you were still the victor.

“How is it possible tha’ ya won three n a row?!” he threw his pen down in frustration.

“Aw, don’t be a sore loser, babe,” you laughed as you walked out of the living room.

“Why don’t we do the best three out o’ five?” he called after you.

“Why don’t you admit defeat and just take out the garbage?” you called over your shoulder as you ascended the stairs.

You heard him grumble something unintelligible and laughed at his crabbiness. You spent the rest of the night watching TV till you fell asleep a few hours later.

Somewhere in the middle of one of the best sleeps you’ve had in a while you felt someone nudging you. You groaned and rolled over to come face to face with a bright eyed Niall.

“C’mon babe, wake up for a minute,” he said as he urged you to sit up.

“What’s wrong?” your voice was heavy with sleep as you rubbed your eyes.

“I need ya’ to do something for me real quick.”

“Mm, what is it?” you squinted as sudden light spilled through the room from the bedside lamp.

“Just one more game,” he said while placing the writing pad on the bed between you.

Your eyes narrowed into annoyed slits as you regarded him. He sat innocently at the foot of the bed, wielding pens and a hopeful smile.

“You cannot be serious right now! Are you kidding me?  Go to bed!” you reprimanded as you leaned over to turn off the light then try to fall back asleep.

Just as you nestled into a comfortable position Niall’s voice filtered through the dark, “Are ya’ sure?”

You blindly flung your arm out behind you, satisfied with the noise it made when you hit him.

“Okay, fine! Jeez!” he mumbled as he then got under the covers.


The next morning you woke to find the bed beside you empty and the most delicious aromas accosting your senses. You got out of bed and followed the scents to the kitchen. You couldn’t help the smile that seeing Niall moving around the kitchen in his boxers caused. You admired the way his back flexed as he flipped pancakes and then giggled when he cursed at one falling on the floor.

At your slip he turned to smile at you.

“G’mornin’ princess. I’m makin’ you breakfast,” he said as he tended to another pot on the stove.

“I can see that,” you nodded as you moved to sit at the bar.

“It’s almost ready.”

“Take your time,” you perched your chin in your hand as your eyes trailed him.

His messy bed hair and bare torso made for the most scrumptious combination. You lazily drummed your fingers against the countertop as you watched your boyfriend prepare the most important meal of the day.

“Ready!” he placed a plate of pancakes, eggs and bacon before you with the most confident grin.

You didn’t realize how hungry you were until that moment. Nothing about the way you began shovelling food into your mouth was attractive.

“Slow down babe, you wouldn’t want to choke, would you?” he laughed as he placed a glass of juice and a napkin on the counter beside your plate.

You grabbed the glass and brought it to your lips. Writings on the napkin caught your eye. As you recognized the beginning of yet another tic-tac-toe game, you put down the glass, rolled your eyes and stood up.

“Please princess!” he begged as he leaned over the counter to grab your wrist, preventing you from leaving.

“I regret ever agreeing to play this game with you,” you told him.

“One last time,” he urged as he pushed a pen towards you.

You considered it a moment then returned to your seat, “You promise?”


“Fine. One more game Niall.”

You picked up your pen and leaned over the napkin. Your first thought was to purposely let him win, but then you decided you’d respect him and the game and actually try.

You made your mark and then waited for him to make his…and waited….and waited.

You looked at him and your stare turned into a glare as he continued to calculate his next play.



“It’s not chess, make a move.”

So he did and unsurprisingly the outcome of the game was the same as all the others.

“Why can’t I win?” he pouted.

“Face it babe, you’re a sore loser,” you leaned over the counter to kiss his pout.

“Okay, maybe we should just do one more to be sure,” he suggested, already drawing up a new game on the other side of the napkin.

“Nuh uh, Horan. A promise is a promise. No more tic-tac-toe.”

“Fine,” he sulked.

You picked up your plate of food and glass of juice, intending to enjoy a guilt free breakfast that didn’t involve your brooding boyfriend.

“I’ll be in the living room when you’re done pouting.”

You settled into the couch and turned on the TV. Not even five minutes later Niall was joining you on the couch.  He sat beside you and threw his arm over the back of the sofa.

“You know what, princess? You’re absolutely right, I was bein’ a sore loser. Maybe tic-tac-toe just isn’t my game.”

You nodded in agreement; happy that he had finally come around.  You turned back to your meal, and focused on the TV, enjoying the silence that fell between you before he broke it.

“Let’s play rock, paper, scissors instead.”