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vhstown · 7 months

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ain't no love; pt. 1

"ain't no love in the heart of the city"

— miles g morales x gn!reader series

SUMMARY: Miles Morales is just a kid without a father; the Prowler is just a "rotten" vigilante. Both of them start coming into your life — one in the middle of the semester, and the other by total accident.

SERIES MASTERLIST 📼 PART 1 / PART 2 →

chapter summary: [READER POV] The one day you decide to skip breakfast, your deskmate comes in. AP Calc has never been more unbearable — and interesting.

content/warnings: brief mentions of death, depictions of hunger, a little bullying </3

word count: 4.8k

a/n: first series idk what im doing BUT WE ROLL (criticisms accepted lmao) proofread courtesy of @qiuweyballs you're a real one

You were starving. In AP Calc, no less, with probably the least talkative bunch of students in the whole school, the period before lunch. Whoever made your schedule was a monster, and whoever put this class together was even more of a monster. Everyone was dead silent, which was usually fine, but not when your stomach was threatening to detonate a nuclear grumble. Maybe it’d even echo given how big the classroom was. It was too early in the year to have a mental breakdown, though — you’d save that for midterms.

Even the teacher found the silence awkward, muttering to himself as you walked into the dreary classroom. He was a bit of a pushover, Mr. Wellston — a newbie who really had no idea what he was doing besides fixing his unevenly cut hair every two seconds while everyone pretended to know what was going on. God bless AP Calculus; you didn’t even know how to do the starter activity on the board.

But your teacher’s ridiculous inadequacy didn’t matter right now. The most important decision you had to make was what poor soul you were going to look at sideways when everyone turned to the source of the growl. Being nice wasn’t exactly an option when you were 3 seconds away from dying of starvation.

Thankfully, you were at the back, and the only seat next to you was empty. It wasn’t so bad, you tried convincing yourself as other students started to fill up the seats in front of you. Maybe you'd even forget about how hungry you were if you engrossed yourself in "one of the most riveting fields of mathematics", as advertised by your freshman year math teacher. Just one hour. You could hold back your hunger for one hour.

"Attendance..." Wellston murmured, looking around the room without much attention. It was reasonable to assume was here as usual, except for one kid who'd been absent since the first week. "Morales" — you didn't know his first name, not like you had the chance to learn it.

Scribbling down whatever activity there was, a part of you was glad this kid wasn't here today. It was one less person to hear the result of your unfortunate choice to not have breakfast this morning. You'd never spoken to the kid, but everyone knew why he wasn’t here. The renowed "hero", PC Davis had passed away — his dad. It was all over the news: "PDNY OFFICER DIES SAVING A CHILD", around mid-freshman year. You couldn't guess what was going on with the kid almost 2 whole semesters into sophomore year, but you couldn’t exactly think too hard when your pen had barely touched the page, and your other hand was clawing into the side of your shirt.

You were sure your stomach was going to growl, and loud. And your teacher was looking at you. Pretty much every muscle in your face was straining. You probably looked insane, which you’d actually rather be right now. The worst he would make was a bad joke, but the sheer panic that rose in your chest when Mr. Wellston started to walk towards you made your heels dig into the ground, ready to bolt out the class. You were exhausted, anxious, praying to anything you could think of that your teacher would just turn around and stop looking at you and—

Creak... Everyone's eyes, including Mr. Wellston's, turned to the door. You could make out someone with a black jacket — teacher? They wouldn’t let you wear jackets inside. Not important. Water.

"Nice seeing you here, Morales," Wellston said, his expression as unamused as he could attempt. The pushover was feeling confident today.

You drank so much water that it got stuck in your throat for a moment, making you scrunch up your face. "I'd take off that jacket if I were you,” Wellston continued.

The boy obliged with an incoherent mumble, stepping into the classroom and slipping off his jacket. His eyes landed on the seat right next to you. Even if he wasn't looking at you, something about his gaze made you look away immediately. Great. 53 minutes until lunch. Why did he have to show up today? Why did you wake up late and skip breakfast? A part of you was telling you it’d be better to not blame it on this guy either — maybe it was your gut. Ha-ha. Maybe you were insane.

Screeech! The slap of a notebook next to you snapped you out of your mini-spiral. You were now all the more aware of the boy next to you. His attendance was so low that it competed with your will to live, so you couldn’t help but look. His hair was in two braids slipping just past his collar, but that’s all you dared to notice. They were kind of cool, you admitted to yourself. The muttering was quickly shut down by a grating "Focus!" from Wellston, and you tried to get back to your work.

Calculus, calculus... When was the last time you’d gotten a question right? All you could do was keep uselessly pressing the fraction button on your calculator, watching the empty boxes stack up. It felt like he was staring at you. Math, come on, you know math. What was the probability he was looking at you? What if he was just glancing at you? What was his eye colour? Black or dark brown, probably. You could check — if he was staring, of course. Not his eye colour. That'd be weird.

That tight feeling built up in your stomach like the foreshock of an earthquake. You pictured yourself slamming your head into the desk, far too vividly to be normal — like an insane person. No need to traumatise the “new” kid on his first day back.

"Alright class, considering we have a full house now," You stopped yourself from imagining Wellston’s head slammed into a desk. "I suggest you all try to solve this problem. It's the hardest question that's ever come up on Calc BC, and you're getting secret access to it."

Yeah, like you cared. This man did not have a lesson plan, as usual. Now you had to fight the urge to look at the kind of cool kid next to you, fight your hunger like a famished Victorian child and fight the stupid calculations forming a jumbled mess in your brain. You were fighting a lot of things, and losing miserably. Just looking at the question made your brain hurt, and you could see it in the rest of your class too. All Calc BC nerds who were just now realising their mistake in taking this class with this particular teacher, probably. Visions was a scam.

"Does anyone have an answer?" It hadn't even been two minutes; it was like the man just wanted to feel smarter than everyone else. Something about him today was even more annoying than the pitiful jokes he usually came up with ― just because a "new" kid came in? Maybe this was to make up for the first day of class where he totally embarrassed himself mumbling all lesson, the bell ringing overtop of him.

The awkward silence and the slight cocky curl to the corner of Mr. Wellston's mouth made you question why they hired someone who was fresh out of college to teach you the classes that were supposed to get you into college. Your frustration only grew when you were going in circles with your attempt.

"No? Guys, you that you have a midterm soon." Helpful.

"This is more simple than you think." Explain it, then?

"Nobody? Really? Okay, you really should start paying attention, the―"

"Six." You almost forgot about the kid next to you until he spoke up. He put down his pen, giving Wellston an expectant look while the whole class was silent.

"…Six what?"

"Litres per hour."

The man quickly shuffled to his computer. Of course he didn't know the answer either.

"Six litres per hour," Wellston confirmed. No other kid had a chance to retort. Wellston seemed surprised for once. A part of you was surprised too at how simple the answer sounded when it came out of the "new" kid's mouth. You noticed that the boy didn't even have a calculator.

"Well, it looks like you all have something to learn from Morales here," he continued, something almost like contempt in his words. "Do you want to explain how you got that?"

The boy went about explaining it pretty simply, almost like he was reading off of a script. It was concise, different to what you'd learnt. Something about chain rule, which you truthfully had no idea how to actually use because someone didn't bother to go through it properly. Even if you were still somewhat unsure, it sounded easy enough.

"Interesting method..." Wellston murmured, trailing off for a moment. "Well, that settles it then. Do you guys understand how we got six?"

We? This guy... Aside from the fact that he was looking at you a little too much for comfort (probably because you were still clutching your stomach like you’d been shot) you had another reason to be annoyed by this teacher and his stupid hair. Everyone just returned his question with silent nods and mumbles, people taking opportunities to actually look at the calc-wiz.

You took a chance too, looking over at his seemingly unbothered face. You were almost right about the brown eyes. They were more coppery than anything, maybe even a little green. If he was staring before, you couldn't tell, his gaze trailing his desk with disinterest. Why did his eye colour even matter?

Forty minutes of class to go. You felt like you could eat your calculator at this point. The mystery kid didn't seem to need one anyway, and you weren’t getting much use out of it.

BRIIIIIIIIIING!

"The bell doesn't―" The screeching of chairs cut him off.

Like that would work this far into the semester. The Morales kid was already gone by the time you'd stood up. Letting out a drawn-out sigh, you debated between your tiredness and hunger. Would you try to fight to the death to get to the front of the lunch queue? All you wanted was food, maybe a nap afterwards, definitely no more calculus.

That couldn't happen, of course. For some reason, you were the only one left in class. You heard your name, wincing a little as you stopped in your journey out of the door.

"I just want to speak for a moment, spare me a few minutes?" You figured this was coming. It looked like he wanted to speak to you about something all class; his expressions weren’t exactly mysterious like that new kid. You wanted nothing more than to strangle him with his ugly patterned tie as you walked over to him.

Mr. Wellston leaned on his desk by his elbows, lowering his voice as if he was about to tell you something serious.

"You're not doing very well in this class." Okay… not that serious. "It’s the longer questions, I think. FRQs.”

Your grogginess made it impossible to focus on Wellston’s rant, but what you did pick up on was his weird accent. You guessed he wasn’t from Brooklyn, but the way he was talking right now let you pick up on the strange intonation in his voice you otherwise wouldn’t care to notice. Almost European-sounding. First that kid's eye colour and now your teacher's accent... what was it with you and random details today?

"So..." he continued, looking up at you with his head still low. "I'm going to start an extra class after school. I want you to come to it." Okay, this is worse. You couldn't have lunch, and now you couldn't even have after school.

"When is it?" It better not be some unreasonable time.

"Well, I've only got Friday afternoon free. You know how it is, meetings..." If he was trying to be apologetic, or convincing, he was failing at both. "I'll call you in later to discuss it further."

You just nodded, the grip on your backpack tightening. "Okay."

"It's important that you come!”

His voice was drowned out by the flood of students in the hall as you shut the door, turning on your heel to head to the cafeteria. The line was probably impossibly long by now. You couldn't care less about that extra Friday class. Forget college. You'd be a bum, or work at a WcDonalds. You'd probably make more money than Mr. Wellston there anyway. Forget Visions.

Forget that Morales kid who was standing outside the door all that time while you were too frustrated to notice.

You slumped down onto an empty table as you tried to rid your mind of him.

The probability that he'd show up to class with his cool braids and coppery-green eyes again was too low for you to care anyway.

"Soy Miles. Miles Morales."

Calc-wiz, or Miles as you just found out, was also in your Spanish class, and was also sitting directly behind you. It seemed like he was coming into more classes than he had been all semester — good for him?

"Morales… ¿Eres hispano, Miles?" (Are you Hispanic, Miles?) Miles simply nodded while Mrs Hernández flicked through the worksheets, licking her finger to set them down on individual desks. Spanish was one of the classes you actually liked. Apart from your classmates, Mrs Hernández was funny, and a good teacher, even if she was a little strict.

She paused for a moment to look at Miles again, eyebrow raised. "¿Guatemala?"

"Puerto Rico." The woman's raised eyebrow fell along with the rest of her expression, eyes narrowing in disappointment. She was always talking about where she was from, Guatemala. You found it kind of endearing, though you weren't sure if she'd get any teaching done if there was another kid from there.

"All these years y nadie de Guatemala..." (and nobody from Guatemala...) She simply frowned, cracking her knuckles while making her way back to the front. Most of the people taking AP Spanish were Hispanic, just trying to get extra credits, but it seemed like Mrs. Hernández was out of luck when it came to finding her natural favourite. "Vale clase, quiero que miren este articulo sobre―" (Okay class, I want you to look at this article about―)

All that class you felt like Miles was staring at the back of your head, of course. If he wasn't uncomfortably silent, he was conversing with Mrs Hernández, and she came over more than once to talk to him behind you. As much as you wanted to overhear, they were talking too quietly and quickly — and in Spanish. What they were talking about wasn't your business — most likely about his absence. You had also no idea what this article was talking about. It was something about art, but most of the words you were reading were unfamiliar as your highlighter hovered uselessly over the paper.

It had almost been a week since Miles first came in. You constantly saw him get pulled out of class or talking to teachers — except in AP Calc; it seemed like he was doing just fine there. He could speak Spanish fine too, but was behind on everything else. Other than teachers, he never really talked to anyone. You occasionally saw him with his earbuds on in the hallways, but more often his jacket was what got him chased down by teachers; the kid didn’t really seem to care. Good for him. He was probably more ahead of you anyway given the way your studies were going.

“Oye, look a little alive!” You noticed Mrs Hernandéz standing over you, and that your highlighter bleeding through the paper from pressing too long. A half-hearted “lo siento” (sorry) is all you could offer. “Extraño (strange) — What's different today, chicos? Is it because you’ve got a new friend here?” She crossed her arms, eyeing everyone with her brows knitted together.

The atmosphere around Miles was strange. Not only was he known for being missing since freshman year, but also for his late father. It wasn’t a secret, as much as he didn’t talk about it. Everyone could tell from the way teachers whispered to him and how he disappeared to the counsellor’s office that he wasn’t treated like any other student here. In fact, he didn’t even live in the dorms according to what you’d heard. He was quiet, but the rumours were undeniably loud. You tried not to involve yourself — you hadn’t even spoken to him yourself, anyway.

“He’s not the only Puerto Rican. You gonna forget about us, Señora?” The voice made you hold back a sigh. When Rafael started speaking there was no stopping him. You figured it was time; no matter how far he was moved from his friends, he always found a way to talk to them from the other side of the classroom. He was also right next to you. You had a few reasons to want to drop this class, and each of them were all going “yeah” in agreement to what Rafael had to say.

“I think you’ve forgotten that you have an article in front of you, Rafa.” You couldn’t help but crack a smile at your teacher’s words, and nickname. To your dismay, Rafael noticed you immediately.

“You makin’ fun of me, bro?” He turned his head to stare at you.

“Rafael,” Hernandéz warned.

“Nah, Señora, you don’t get it, I should be sitting over there.”

She wasn’t amused by the way he was gesturing to his friends. “I’ll kick you out.”

“Come on man…” He just threw up his hands and sunk into his far too tiny chair. You prayed he wouldn't start rocking on it and make that god-awful creaking sound. Mrs. Hernández simply turned to ignore him and continue with class.

“Why’s he special anyway?” Rafael mumbled to himself. “Famous cause of his dad?”

Tension – it was so thick you could cut it. The only thing that was cutting through it, apart from your Spanish teacher’s rant, was Miles’ gaze. You could feel it burning right through you. It seemed like Rafael, the moron, for some twisted reason, wanted Miles to hear that.

If you had anything to say at all, it was too late to give Rafael a piece of your mind. Considering how quickly he'd shut you down, it would be useless to stick up for some kid you barely knew. Nobody else heard Rafael anyway; it'd just pit everyone against you. Still, a part of you felt bad. Even though you didn’t really know Miles, he was in a lot of your classes. You’d gotten used to his presence over the past week: moving out of the way so he could get to his seat, occasionally picking up each other’s fallen pens, giving unshared glances to see how the other was doing on the work.

He seemed nice enough despite the lack of words you'd exchanged, but when you turned a little to fix your chair, the expression you caught was anything but. It was almost scary, if you could make out anything from his darkened features. There was a strange sense of focus in his eyes, like he was calculating something – deliberating. You didn't try to guess what, keeping silent and trying to listen to Mrs. Hernández talk about the article while ignoring the deadly gaze simmering behind you.

If you were stronger, scarier, more influential, maybe you’d punch one through Rafael right now. Just looking at him was irritating, and it's not like you hadn't thought of it before. Maybe you wouldn’t have to, though, because it seemed like Miles was thinking the exact same thing. As much as you wanted to learn Spanish and not have a fight happen right next to you, it’d be nice if he was able to teach Rafael to shut up instead of the material he didn't seem to care about.

Miles didn’t look particularly strong — he was kind of scary-looking right now, but that didn’t mean he could take on a 6ft tall football player, no matter how pissed off said football player made him. You couldn't tell what he was thinking, but Miles stayed put for the rest of class; it felt like a sniper was right behind you.

The all-too-familiar creak of the chair made you automatically grit your teeth.

“Oy, mi pana, you got gum?” Rafael murmured to you in his worst friendly voice. It was 10 minutes till the end of class, and he was asking now? You still had no idea what pana meant since he moved next to you, but the way he said it always made you feel icky regardless.

You quickly shook your head, getting a sigh out of him. You hoped he’d give up, but he just leaned over to whisper to you. “What do you think of that dude, huh?

“What?”

“Strange, yeah?”

“He’s okay.” Your defence was quiet, but it was the most you could do as you heard Miles scribbling right behind you.

“He’s drawing, dude.”

You looked at him almost incredulously. Rafael just rolled his eyes.

“Why do you care?” Your voice came out louder than you wanted.

“¡Silencio!” You gave Mrs. Fernandez, another one of your muffled “lo siento”s, shrinking into your seat as her eyes locked onto you. Snickering from Rafael’s friends only fuelled the embarrassment surging through your cheeks. Miles shuffled in his seat behind you, followed by the sound of paper being crumpled up. You wanted to crumple up the smug expression plastered on Rafael's face right now.

Class ended with another stack of homework in your backpack, and you were more than happy to leave. Free period — you could get a start on the homework. Or talk to Wellston about that extra class. The thought made you wince, but you didn’t exactly have a choice. You had to see him by the end of the day.

“Ay, Milo!” You turned to see Rafael and his little group approaching Miles’ desk. “What’s good?”

“Nothing.” He kept his voice low, pushing his chair under the desk. The boys just laughed as he got up, a grating mix of malice and mirth.

“Right, right. Puerto Rican, eh?” It sounded like Rafael was just talking for the sake of talking. You were also standing for the sake of standing too, of course.

Miles let out a mumble as a confirmation of sorts. Heading for the door, he was blocked by Rafael.

“Ay, where you goin’? Let’s talk, huh? Got a free period?” You could see Miles’ eyes narrow, a flash of impatience in his demeanour before he let out a breath. Rafael was trying to get a kick out of this. A kick out of some kid with a dead dad.

“Someone’s waiting for me.”

“Huh? What’d you say? You got friends?” The start of more laughs were already forming around Miles.

You didn’t know what came over you. Maybe it was the regret of not saying anything earlier, or the strange intrigue you’d felt since a week ago. Peeking your head through the door, you took a step back into the classroom. “Miles, c’mon.”

The gnawing feeling only intensified as you felt four sets of eyes on you at the same time. You’d rather it be hunger than the anxiety coursing through you at that moment.

“Comin',” he murmured, shoving past the three boys towards the door.

The two of you left the classroom, hearing a faint “what the hell man?” as the door fell shut. Miles lingered behind you as you approached the next turn in the hallway.

“What’s your name?” He’d already stepped in front of you.

No thanks or anything? Well, he didn't really owe you anything. It was "the right thing to do", like the many anti-bullying posters around the school encouraged you to do. God damn Visions.

“You uh… know my name.”

“Wanna hear it from you.” His voice had a little twinge of an accent that you hadn’t noticed before. You tried not to think too hard on it. Too many details for too little of an interaction.

“You’ve gotta introduce yourself first — pretty sure that’s how it works,” you tried to joke, something like embarrassment replacing the lingering anxiety in your stomach.

“I did — in class.” Miles’ face was unreadable, but there was something like amusement in his voice.

“Not to me specifically, though.”

The two of you stood in the hallway as people ushered past you. A freshman almost hit you running past, making the two of you retreat to stand beside some lockers. Damn freshmen. You were a freshman only last year, but shoving past them in the cafeteria wasn’t exactly fun. Miles seemed unbothered, as he usually did.

“You seriously don’t know my name?” you continued, almost frowning a little.

“Let’s say I don’t.” He leaned back against the cold blue metal of the lockers, tilting his head at you. The tiny mannerism only made your embarrassment grow. “What’s your name, pana?”

“…I still don’t know what that means.” The frustrated sigh you let out made the corner of his mouth curl up.

“And I still don’t know your name, pana.” No wonder you didn’t bother to talk to anyone. It seemed like you never had the upper hand, first with Rafael and now with Miles. Truthfully, though, you knew which you’d rather talk to.

“Sounds like a food,” you continued, shrugging.

“Could be,” he pretended to muse. And to think you thought he was nice. You hadn’t decided to be annoyed yet, though.

“You know my name, Miles.” You must’ve looked funny the way you crossed your arms and furrowed your eyebrows, because that got an entertained breath out of him.

“Who’s Miles? Haven’t introduced myself yet.” His smirk wrote guilty all over his face.

“Milo, then?” It was a bit harsh, but his cockiness made you say it without much thought. The apology was written on your face already, and you unfolded your arms, deciding you couldn’t have Mrs. Hernandéz’s sass today.

“You wanna be called pana forever?” He slipped an earbud into one of his ears, the blue light flickering into life. At least you didn’t tick him off.

“Not like I care,” you murmured, trying to take a step away.

“Seems like you do.”

“Don’t you have somewhere to be?” you asked, trying to keep your tone in check as you glanced down the hallway.

“Do you?” You felt like you were talking into a mirror, one that reflected back a person that got all the more mysterious and annoying when you did.

“Yeah, actually.” Mr. Wellston’s class. The thought made your eyes narrow, probably in exhaustion, most likely in irritation. “Need to speak to a teacher.”

His brow raised in mild interest. “You in trouble?”

“I wish. It’s about some extra class I have to take.”

“Calc?” You turned to look at him again, and his expression was more knowing than curious now.

“How’d you guess…?” It sounded more like a statement, your tone more disappointed than surprised. Were you really that bad at Calculus? Maybe you did need this class, especially if calc-wiz thought so.

“…You have lunch today?” he thought to ask instead. For a moment, you were confused, until you remembered calc last week.

“Shut up.” Your cheeks burned, hand balling up the fabric of your uniform. God. Damn it. All.

“Aight, sorry.”

More silence. You should’ve blamed the growling on him.

“Why the class though? You failing?”

“I’m not failing… Just need some help, I guess” Your shrug wasn’t very reassuring.

“Anyone else goin’?” The longer he kept inquiring, the more you figured Mr. Wellston’s attitude was building up.

“No clue. Bet everyone else is gonna join, though. He’ll probably tell everyone anyway.” The people in your class were quiet, but desperate to out-do each other. Maybe the problem wasn’t you, but the fact that everyone else was trying so hard.

“He didn’t ask me.” The corner of his mouth dimpled into his cheek in thought.

“You’re good at calc anyway.”

“Haven’t been here a while, so I gotta catch up, right? Lemme come with.”

You tried to think of what to say as your hand found the back of your neck, but he was already walking past you. Miles looked back at you to see if you were following.

If he had somewhere to be, it didn’t seem to matter. You noted the slight rhythm to his step, wondering what he was listening to, and if his eyes were green or brown. Ripping away your gaze from him before you could chase that thought, you tried to dodge all the freshmen running around as the bell went for next period.

You had more questions than answers so far — both in your backpack to do this period and in your mind. Aside from Miles, you wondered what that extra class would be like, and what Wellston would say. A part of you hoped that Miles would be in that class with you, despite your less than favourable introduction. Maybe you’d figure out why the answer was six litres an hour. Maybe you could be friends.

What was the probability of that? Some questions couldn’t be solved with a calculator. But Miles didn’t need one, after all.

thank you for reading. im so tired of looking at this but its okay part 1 !!! hooray !!! next chapter is miles pov .... need more Substances in my Bloodstream before i post that though LMAO

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mythicalmyles · 2 years

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Heyo, I've come to request a Helen Otis fic! With blood kink, bondage, abduction, forced sex, dacryphilia, and stalking.

Now onto the dazzling idea for this!

MC is someone who is chronically online and a skeptic, so when he comes across the Bloody painter murders he's putting down Helen's work. This continues for a few months before MC notices that some stuff from his house going missing or someone stalking him online. No matter how much he's reported the user they always create a new account. After weeks of torment he finally decides to go off the grid and deactivate his accounts. Which ends up being the worse thing he can do since no one will be able to get into contact with him once he's abducted. It wasn't a sudden abduction since he was forewarned about it from his online stalker. Though who would believe anything from someone online?

MC wakes up in an abandoned building chained to a bed, gagged and legs spread with a pipe. Looking further, he's all cut up and bleeding, the wounds kind of freshThe rattling of his chains alert his captor who just so graciously happens to be the Bloody Painter. There's evident regret on his face but he doesn't get the chance to clear things up. He's squirming and balling his eyes out and scared for his life. All the while the painter is just causally stroking his meat.

I'm not sure about what else to write down but those are the important things. Feel free to change things you see fit! (*´꒳`*)

Best way i could think to do this was giving reader a god complex(?kinda) and being a smug asshole so i hope you enjoy also readers watch girls cousin (i cannot remember that bs name)

Also warning for gore talk, pet play( rlly minor so) skin biting/picking mention jic

(Name) let out a sigh, linking his knuckles behind his neck as he stretched out his tired limbs. The white glow of his pcs light hit him, darkness surrounded his room as he browsed his favourite dark web forum. He let out a snort when a picture turned up with two dead bodies propped up on a bed a and a bloody smile behind then.

(Names) face was grinning as he hit the comment section. “This is unbelievably fake, talk about edgelord.” (Name) rolled his eyes, not having another thought before he let out a bored sigh and shut his pc down. He quickly made his way to his bed, he gracefully launched himself onto it and let out a loud sigh before finally passing out.

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He woke up late, the sun streaming in through the gaps in his curtains. He sluggishly dragged himself out of his bed, hair everywhere. He rubbed his face as he made his way to his pc, he flopped onto his chair and quickly booted it up.

He closed his eyes and leaned back on his chair as the soft sound of his pc filled his room. (Name) quickly manoeuvred to his favourite dark forum, eyebrows jumping up when he noticed a notification. He clicked it and to his surprise someone had replied to his comment.

BloodySmiler: you should be careful what you comment on.

(Name) let out a loud laugh, hand running through his hair. A smug smirk filled his cheeks, this could be fun.

Triggered? This is the worst shit i ever seen, even if its real how much of a pussy do you have to be to kill sleeping bitches?

Again (Name) hit send and refreshed the page a couple times before letting out a sigh and continuing on with his day.

He had completely forgotten the interaction until later on in the day, he wasn’t expecting a reply and there wasnt any. He smirked victoriously to himself, he’d won.

It wasnt until an hour later when he had received a direct message, confusion filled him as he opened it. It took a few seconds for him to register what it was, a woman probably his age with her throat slit open and eyes wide in terror.

His brows furrowed when he reverse searched and nothing came up, he convinced himself it was because it had already been taken down. He shook off the uncomfortable feeling that stabbed through his stomach.

Freak

Was all he replied before again logging off, he shook his head as he stood up and made his way to his bed.

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(Name) felt sick, paranoia filled him up and he severely regretted every nanosecond he spent on that forum. It had been two weeks since he’d replied. Two weeks of hell. New images every day, videos sometimes with audio sometimes without. He’d blocked over fifty three accounts, all from the same guy he assumed.

No matter what he always came back, (Name) had lost it the previous night and completely deleted every account he had on the dark web. He’d finally felt somewhat peace but as he stared at the message his facebook had just received he felt sick.

Ice flowed through his veins as his eye began twitching, he couldn’t breath. He’d felt like he’d just been punched in the chest with a battering ram. It took him a moment to breath as he clicked the video he’d been sent from someone named ‘John Doe.’

He wasnt stupid, he knew the name was fake. But the video they sent sure wasnt. He gawked as he looked at himself from a couple years ago, a video that had never been posted anywhere.

It wasnt anything bad, just him and his cousin and her friend in a group chat talking about their problems. He had forgotten about it completely. How he got access to a chat room that had two dead people in it was horrifying.

What filled him with more terror was his dead cousin messaging him.

“I miss you.”

“Why weren’t you there? You were suppose to visit but you didn’t.”

“I will find you. :)”

(Name) barley had another thought as he quickly made his way to his account settings and nuked his account, he stressfully ran his hands through his hair. His mind was blank, he didn’t know what to do in this situation.

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A few days had passed since then, (Name) couldnt even look at his computer or phone. He’d switched both off and never turned them back on, his nails were nothing more then nubs surrounded by jagged bitten skin. He knew he shouldn’t do it but he couldn’t stop himself.

He stared into his cupboard, he’d already ransacked the whole house of food. He’d have to go shopping and that struck terror deep into his heart. He shook his head, trying to convince himself it was just some weirdo online and that they had no clue where he lived.

His hand rested over his stomach as it let out a roar of hunger, part of him tried convincing himself that he could just order take out or do a food shop online but the other part of him berated himself for thinking some looser online would really hunt him down for being a bit of a cheeky dick.

He let out an exhausted sigh and grabbed up his keys before dashing out the door. There was a corner shop not too far from him, he could be there and back in less then 30 minutes. He’d be fine he convinced himself.

The air bit at him as he made his way down the quiet street, his head kept snapping around looking for something, anything.

Once he was in the shop he felt a lot safer, a breath pouring out of his lips as he took his time gathering what he needed. Luckily the line wasn’t too long and he was exiting the shop before he knew it.

Just as he was making his way past an alley something grabbed him, before he’d even had time to react his head had been slammed into the wall and everything went dark.

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(Name) jolted up, unfortunately not getting far. His widened eyes shot down between his legs, a bar separated his naked thighs and he felt himself begin to shake.

“I was wondering if you were dead or not.” A smooth voice came and to (Names) horror he was met with the sight of a man in a mask with a bloody smile on it, (Name) took a few seconds to even notice the man had his cock out and was lazily stroking it.

(Name) let out a scream and started struggling against his restraints, Helen laughed as he watched the smaller man struggle so hard. Under usual circumstances Helen would’ve just killed him, but after seeing those pretty (e/c) eyes in his profile picture he couldn’t resist himself.

He stood up and made his way over to (Name) causing him to panic more. “Whats the point in struggling? I already have you.” Helen took off his mask, blue eyes dancing with glee. Helen ran his hands up (Names) thighs, rubbing them as he got closer to his cock.

(Name) shook his head, begging Helen silently with teary eyes. The feeling of Helens leather clad fingers running up his legs had tears ran down his cheeks when Helen moved one of his hands to his ass. His finger lightly rubbing against his hole, (Name) shook and screamed through his gag while trying to contort his body to get out of his binds.

All he succeeded in was turning his wrists red raw. “So pretty, you’re gonna look so cute full of my cock.” (Name) sobbed, fear flowing through his body. He flinched when Helen pulled a bottle of lube out of his pocket, opening the bottle and spreading it over his digits.

Helen slide his middle finger into (Names) hole causing him to jump and scream. He begged through his gap as helen began slowly pushing his finger in and out of him, he bit his lip as he watched his digit get swallowed.

“You’re so greedy, sucking my finger in like that.” (Name) stopped his fighting when Helen quickly sped up and slid another finger into him, Helen could see his cheeks turning red and the small moans he tried to hide kept Helens cock standing at attention.

Helen gripped the bar separating his legs with his free hand, he pushed it up causing (Names) legs to raise off the bed. Helen giggled as the boy finally stopped fighting, his hand moving from the bar to his thigh.

Helen took his fingers out and wiped them on the bed, hands gripping his thighs as he bent his victim in half. (Name) let out his loudest scream when Helen produced a knife, he froze in place as Helen held the knife to his neck. (Name) whimpered as Helen stationed his legs on his shoulders, tears rapidly dripped from his eyes.

“You looks so fucking pretty when you cry. Maybe this will teach you a lesson. Not like i plan on letting you go after this buut.” Helen ended his sentence in a singing voice, relishing in the way his new friends eyes doubled to the size of dinner plates.

Helen used his knife free hand to position his cock against (Names) hole, the panicked noises that tried to pour from the gag made Helens cock almost unbearably hard. He began pushing his cock in, smirking when (Name) stopped fighting. Helen had been pretty blessed, he also knew he hadn’t stretched him enough.

Helen didn’t care for (Names) pain as he quickly buried his cock into him. (Name) had dropped his head back on the bed, sobbing through his gagged mouth. Helen was kind enough to give the other a moment to get use to being stuffed, his hips were pressed flush against (Names) ass.

Helen smirked down at him as he dragged his knife from his neck to his chest and down his stomach, leaving a bloody line behind the sharpened blade. (Name) stopped fighting, instead choosing to lie back and cry as he took what he was given.

A sudden thrust from Helen had (Names) back arching as a moan slipped through his gag. Helen leaned down and licked up the line, blood coating his tongue. Helen licked his lips causing (Names) blood to disperse over them.

“This is your new life puppy, enjoy it.” Was all Helen said before dropping the knife on the bed, he gripped (Names) thighs hard as he almost snapped the man in half. Helen was quick to begin thrusting into his new toy, groaning at the way the boys hole had a tight grip on his cock.

“God. Acting like you dont want this but sucking me back in? Whore.” (Name) shook his head, he didn’t want this. Helen didn’t care though, directly aiming for the other’s prostate. (Name) couldn’t help but moan as his prostate was repeatedly rammed into. Helen moved one of his hands from (Names) thigh to his neck, cutting off the others oxygen as he sped up his movements. Helen leaned down licking some tears off his crying toys cheek.

All (Name) could do was roll his eyes back as pleasure shot through his stomach and up his spine, he hated it but it felt so so good. He felt stuffed beyond belief, the sight of Helens cock sliding into him and creating a bulge in his stomach had his cock rock hard. Despite how much he tried to take his mind off it he couldn’t help but devolve into a moaning whore as Helen gripped his cock and began jacking him off, helen had a vicious grin as he watched (Names) eyes jump to the back of his head and his back arch.

(Name) came all over his stomach, before flopping onto the bed boneless as he sobbed. Helen kept thrusting into the other, loving the way he watched the fight slowly leave the other. Helen slowed down his thrusts and picked his knife back up, (Name) didn’t sob but tears rolled down his cheeks as Helen began carving a smile onto his stomach.

Once he was done (Name) was horrified to see a bloody smile looking back at him, he just sobbed to himself as Helen sped his movements back up. Helen didn’t last much longer, the sight of the other giving up sent him over the edge and he filled (Name) with cum. “Pretty little puppy all full of my cum. So fucking pretty. God I’m never letting you go.” All (Name) could do was lie back and sob as Helens cum dripped out of his hole.

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angryschnauzer · 2 years

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I wonder what henrys reaction would be to you watching a film he's in but you didn't know he was in it before you started watching.

Since you'd moved in with Henry there were some basic ground 'rules' or agreements put in place, mostly so that when you were both there and not off on filming schedules you didn't get under each others feet. Absence makes the heart grow fonder, but spending every free second with someone can drive a person insane. It was agreed that one night a week Henry had unlimited time to play games on his PC and you could watch whatever you wanted on TV, no matter how trashy, scary, or corny it was. Anything from 'reality' shows that were hyped for the cameras to old movies, after all thanks to Henry's Netflix contract he had unlimited worldwide access to their entire catalogue with no location restrictions.

Tonight was no different. In between jobs, the house was clean and tidy, Kal walked and now snoring in the hallway, Henry had pressed a kiss to the tip of your nose as you'd made your way into separate rooms, the whirr of Henry's PC starting up louder than the Dun Dun of Netflix loading. Scrolling through the titles that had been recommended based on your recent views, you spied an older movie from well over a decade ago, and upon checking the brief bio you saw it had the guy from the Marvel show you liked and also the other dude from the show where everyone was doing magic and it all seemed quite Russian.

An hour into the movie you were entranced, staring at the screen as the story about the fallen star had captured your attention completely, not even noticing the noises from the room next door had stopped until Henry had come sit next to you;

"What you watch... Oh, Stardust"

Henry would regularly trot back and forth from the kitchen to his gaming room to get drinks and snacks, but he never usually stopped to watch with you.

"Yeah, i've never seen it, but it was recommended to me"

"Never seen it?" he enquired; "Oh..."

An hour later the movie was starting to conclude its various plot lines, and in slower moments you would comment about how much the actors had gone onto bigger projects.

"Yeah, there's a few familiar faces in there" Henry agreed

"Charlie Cox has done Daredevil and loads on stage in the West End"

"Uh-huh"

"And right at the start Ben Barnes played Tristan's Dad, he's really done well with Shadow & Bone. And of course Claire Danes was amazing in Homeland"

"Right... anyone else?" he asked, but you shushed him where it was one of the final scenes, a young Sienna Miller as Victoria sitting in the crowd as her beau Humphrey smiled and winked. There was something... something familiar... you squinted at the screen before turning your head slowly, Henry grinning like an absolute fool from the other end of the sofa. Your eyes darted back and forth between him and Humphrey before you were back on Henry and he did the same wink and smile.

You stood quickly, the gasp that filled your lungs seemed to be endless;

"NO!"

Henry laughed; "Yes"

"YOU ARE NOT FUCKING HUMPHREY"

He reached out and grabbed you, pulling you onto his lap;

"Technically, you are fucking Humphrey"

You scrambled for the remote to rewind and pause it, looking back and forth between the screen and your boyfriend;

"You're Humphrey. Oh my god, i literally watched the whole movie and didn't even figure it out!"

"Well, it was a particularly awful wig and fake moustache"

"But... still... I thought i'd seen your entire back catalogue!"

"I guess not" he pressed a kiss to your nose before his hands started to wander beneath your t-shirt; "It was pre-Tudors, it was filmed close to two decades ago, i've changed a bit"

You smiled and ran your fingertips over the greying hairs on his temples and in his beard; "Yeah, you've gotten more handsome"

"Why thank you. But promise me one thing"

"Sure"

"Don't bother with Laguna, its the absolute worst. Its two hours of your life you'll never get back" he paused for a moment; "And probably the same for Hellraiser and Blood Creek"

You laughed;

"Too late, i've seen both of those"

Henry did a fake exagerated sigh; "Really?"

"Oh definitely, but they were pure gratuitious viewing, younger you was delicious"

"And now older me?"

"Is a whole damn meal" the credits started to roll and Henry stood with you in his arms; "Now take me to bed and let me enjoy that meal"

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eponymous-rose · 1 year

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I'm gonna do this again because it turned out last week kinda went off the rails without it and the little bit of accountability is super super helpful.

Monday!

It's a busy week! It's also my birthday week! Let's do this!

E-mail with coffee: sent a prospective grad student a congratulations on her admission to our program. I'm really hoping to hire her, but I do need to consider whether I might want to admit two students for this position and just get the extra funding for the second one elsewhere if both decide to come. Hmm. Confirmed coffee on Friday with the wonderful admin I've been wanting to befriend for a while - finally we'll interact outside of paperwork! Sadly Wednesday's seminar speaker is ill and won't be able to present - I'm leading the seminar so that does add up to a little less work for me, which is the silver lining there. One of my student groups is struggling to grab data from the weather station they built on the roof because the dang software doesn't work on Macs - managed to coordinate getting them a loaner PC laptop from the department, whew. Completed two letters of reference for an undergrad student applying to internships. Somehow managed to double-book a meeting and gave one a heads up to cancel. Showed my availability for scheduling a PhD defense for a student whose committee I'm on. One of the speakers for my seminar series sent a somewhat passive-aggressive e-mail to the department chair to let him know his info's not up on the website yet. Department chair forwarded it to me, I replied with, essentially "hold your dang horses, your talk isn't until mid-March". He replied back with a sheepish apology. All good.

Formulated my list of essential stuff for this week:

finish Wednesday's (and next week's?) lecture(s?)

prepare next week's homework & key

work on grant proposal

work on commissioned review article

So excited that we're finally to the part of the class that I have taught before in past years! Great lecture today about statistical data analysis. Hurt everyone's brains with the Monty Hall problem. Showed a lot of XKCD comics, got some laughs. Good times. Answered some student questions on the homework assignments, looks like everyone's on track to ace this one as well. This is a really strong class and I'm very proud of them!

On to a virtual meeting with my peer mentoring group! We talk about how utterly wild it is that different departments manage research funding in completely different ways. I vent a bit for the umpteenth time about having to rely 100% on grants to pay my grad students (bigger departments often have student funding provided if they TA, but we just don't have enough classes to sustain that). Easily the biggest source of stress in my life right now is running out of funding for my students: "in order to pay your graduate students, you have to receive a major grant" "cool! how likely am I to get one?" "success rates are about 1 in 15" "uhhhh" "also the applications (if you manage to find a perfect match for your research) take about 40-60 hours to plan and write and it's not work that's looked at formally as part of your tenure review so you're actively taking time away from research" "uhhhhhhh" "and you won't find out if you have been awarded the grant or not before you have to make the decision to hire a student so you just gotta gamble on it" "UHHHHHHH" "you don't get paid in the summer either unless you pull in 2-3 grants that can each cover one month max of salary so I hope you're not putting well over 50% of your take-home toward rent in one of the worst markets in the US or anything haha." It's A Lot. But it's very helpful to talk to people about it!

Realized I left my half-finished Wednesday lecture on my computer at home so I can't work on it during my break between meetings. Shoot, guess that's a tomorrow problem. At least I can work on the homework assignment! This one was an absolute nightmare last year but I think I've come up with a way to simplify it while still hitting all of the learning goals. It's complicated but hopefully very satisfying and builds on everything they've learned thus far. Even with the simplification, I'm definitely expecting some traffic in office hours next week. Opted not to include the more tedious section of the homework because I've tested that particular skill amply in the earlier assignments this quarter. Ran through it once on my own, sent myself the key, then posted the homework and the submission portal for their online module for next week, so all I'm missing now is the lectures.

E-mail break! A professor at a small university nearby wants to bring in a grad student from my group to talk to her class about tornadoes! I have someone in mind (who is both a great presenter and also could use a little confidence boost to get back on track with his research), but of course he's working remotely on the other side of the country, so it's time for a quick check to see if a remote presentation is possible. Checking in on my seminar speaker for next week - project title and abstract up on the website, phew. She's a grad student, so I should find out if her advisor can introduce her or if they want me to do so (and if so, I gotta do some digging for fun facts to share!). Got an invite to a lunch with the faculty & chair where we're going to be brainstorming our next faculty hire, so I gotta be there for that (also because free food)! Surreal to think that we might be hiring my colleague for the next 30 years. It's... kind of intimidating and I definitely want to be in the room for that discussion. Aha! A reply already: virtual talk is fine, so I put the professor and my grad student in touch.

Nice virtual meeting with my former postdoc advisor - we commiserate for a while over his recent illness, but he's feeling better now so we quickly jump back to talking research. The small grant I was awarded recently actually dovetails with some of the broader research ideas he and I had been talking about, so I'm gonna keep him in the loop on that!

Up next: a meeting with my two undergraduate research interns. They're coadvised by my colleague who is flying research aircraft on the other side of the country right now so it's just the three of us. Due to holidays and conferences, this is actually the first time in 2023 we all managed to meet! We go over some paperwork to make sure they get college credit for this research. They're spinning their wheels a little bit but I had them shoot off a couple emails while I was there to start them getting their data ASAP. We then chatted about severe weather we'd all witnessed. One of the students mentioned she's been saving the candy from my office candy bowl for whenever she forgets to bring lunch to campus and now I'm realizing I should maybe get some protein bars or something for some variety.

All good stuff. There's a seminar in 15 minutes but it's a chemistry seminar so... I may just sneak home a bit early.

Tomorrow: no meetings (maaaybe one remote meeting), so work-from home! Should be able to get the last bit of coursework done for the week so I can start on my research to-do list.

#eponymous academia tag

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It was time to move my Animal Crossing: New Leaf Nintendo 3DS XL to greener pastures. I've had the console since summer 2013 and I love it dearly. The right hinge has had a small hairline crack on it for a couple of years at least. It has slowly expanded to a point where the hinge is about snap and fall apart completely. The device still works just fine, the only problem being slightly shortened battery life that isn't an issue for me.

This console has been accompanying me for nearly 10 years, for over 6000 hours of playtime (124 titles) and 9 515 263 steps - it was with me in the hospital too when I got a blood transfusion. The ACNL 3DS XL is the favorite out of my consoles, the other Animal Crossing editions I own aren't as nice visually and they don't feel as good when using them so I was hesitant to move on. The last game I finished on it was Apollo Justice: Ace Attorney a couple of weeks ago.

So a week ago on Sunday I did a system transfer to my Animal Crossing: Happy Home Designer New 3DS XL before it's too late. I had a bad feeling before starting the system transfer process - if something can go wrong with technology, it usually happens to me. My gut feeling was right. It was a system transfer from hell. Fasten your seatbealts and get ready for an epic story of drama and suspense.

First I was about to get a heart attack when the new console took several minutes in "connecting to the internet" near the end of the system transfer process. This is the part where the source system had just formatted itself to factory settings and the target system had probably received the Nintendo Network ID related data from the source system and was maybe checking it against Nintendo's servers. I was really worried something went wrong and I'd be left with two devices that neither have access to my Nintendo account. I was so relieved it finally connected and proceeded to the next step.

The next step was shutting down both systems and copying the source system's memory card data to PC. That went without a hitch. But then it was time to copy the source system's memory card data to a new Micro SD card that would go into the target system to finalize the process. The old system had a 32 GB SDHC and I had a 32 GB Micro SDHC for the new system. I had formatted the new memory card as per Nintendo's instructions and suddenly Windows tells me the card doesn't have enough capacity to copy the contents of the old memory card onto it. What???! That's when I realize the files on the old card took 29.7 GB and the new so-called 32 GB card's capacity was only 28.8 GB. No one told me this could happen!

Oh my effing god! I'm in the middle of a system transfer where I have 10 years worth of save data, a good amount of eShop and 3DS Theme Shop purchases and now I'm unable to finalize the system transfer! I can't go back to the old console and I can't start using the new one. It was Sunday and I couldn't go buy a new memory card anymore in the evening when this occurred. I was so devastated and stressed out about this incidence that I couldn't even sleep that night (had 2-3 hours of sleep). I went through all the worst case scenarios in my head at night and had no appetite the next day.

Nintendo's own documentation states 3DS is only compatible with SDHC of up to 32 GB. So if all memory cards I can get do not have enough capacity, how will I be able to finish the system transfer? We did some research with my husband and found out that Micro SDXC cards of larger capacity would also work on a 3DS as long as you manage to format it to FAT32. So on Monday we bought a new 32 GB Micro SDHC and a 64 GB Micro SDXC to try our luck with. Turns out the 32 GB card's actual capacity was even smaller than the earlier card's, so no go with that. Btw, it should be illegal to state a card's capacity is 32 GB when it's nearly 4 gigs less in reality. We found a guide on how to format the 64 GB card to the correct file system format on Windows and my husband did it for me on his PC. Ok, so far so good. Fingers crossed...

I copied the required files to the new formatted card on my PC and it was time to insert it to the New 3DS XL. Would it work? I was so afraid and at the same time hopeful. I booted the console and it appeared to be connecting to the internet again to verify something. And it was a success! I saw the Legend of Legacy theme and heard its music, saw all the software icons, Badge Arcade badges on the home screen - just like they had been on the old console. I was so happy I almost cried!

So after some complications and immense stress the system transfer was successful and the story got a happy ending. My life expectancy was probably reduced by 10 years though. I still feel sad about the fate of my trusty 3DS XL but I'm sure I'll learn to like the New 3DS XL over time.

#nintendo 3ds #limited edition #animal crossing

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winnifredburkle · 7 months

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least favorite video game series/why + least favorite MCR song 😈

My least favorite video game series is not a series but every game made by David Cage ever. The thing about series, especially video game series, is that there's usually at least one good installment, even if it's only the first one. David Cage has never made a good game in his life. Not only are they terrible because the gameplay is almost exclusively quicktime events, or because David Cage is incapable of writing dialogue that doesn't sound like it was written by an alien who's been observing earthlings for two weeks, or because his """stories""" contain plot twists that make even the worst Shyamalan twists seem like genius, or because he tries to engage in social commentary in the most zero effort racist way (the robots have to stand IN THE BACK OF THE BUS), or because of his zero sum black/white view of morality, but because he clearly doesn't care about video games as a medium. It's so clear that he's a failed screenwriter who couldn't get a foothold in the film industry because his stories are nonsensical garbage. At no point in any of his games does he engage with the medium of games, and the unique power it can lend to storytelling. It's all made worse by the fact that some genuinely interesting ideas are all destroyed by his film bro mindset. For example, Indigo Prophecy (aka Fahrenheit) starts with a POV switch that has you, PC 2, solve a murder you committed as PC 1. This is fascinating and a great idea for tension in a game! Unfortunately this game quickly unravels until the final battle has you FIST FIGHTING A HELICOPTER. This game is supposed to be a grounded police procedural with supernatural flavoring. WHY AM I FIGHTING A HELICOPTER. (In quicktime events, obviously.)

Heavy Rain similarly has three different playable characters solving the same crime, but the game has a mechanic where you can HEAR THESE CHARACTER'S INTERNAL THOUGHTS. And then the big twist is ONE OF THEM IS THE MURDERER. Even though in an earlier scene, where he is playable, you can listen to his thoughts which say "I wonder what's taking this guy so long". BRO YOU KILLED HIM???? Why would you have this mechanic on a game that relies on withheld information???? This doesn't even get into the fact that on a gameplay level, the quicktime prompts are often incomprehensible, and sometimes don't read correctly even when you input them correctly. There's also a major plot point that's just dropped. No explanation. I have no idea why SO MANY PEOPLE consider Heavy Rain a good game. I simply don't.

There's actually quite a few MCR songs I don't particularly care for, mostly off their first album. Overall I think Bullets is a good album, and it has some real good fucking songs, but there's also more than one track where you can literally HEAR the fact that their drummer can't keep a consistent beat and also refused to use a click track, and Mikey was too inexperienced (read: was actively being given a bass crash course masterclass by Ray) to compensate for that. I think you can hear this most clearly in This is the Best Day Ever: the drums are slightly off from the rhythm the guitars are putting down and you can actually hear Gerard struggle to keep up with the off-tempo. His vocals here are weird in general on this one, not my vibe. (I did like the song when I heard it performed live, aka with a good drummer and all of them with 20+ years of experience of professional musicians.)

#coraxes #ask games #elana my bestest friend #david cage #my chemical romance

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0046incognito · 2 years

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Omg please tell me about cmyk the plot the setting hibiki All Of It

HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE (rubs my evil little mosquito hands together) time to teach da worl about Cyber Mindscape Year 2000

so the elevator pitch plot for CMY2K is like. After New Year’s Y2K, consumer androids all over Newark are going rogue. that’s the simplest least-spoilery way to put it(evil) there’s a wider conspiracy going on with the millennium bug (hoax resulting from mass technophobic hysteria or genuine threat? remains 2 b seen😈😈) and it’s a psychological horror within a villain of the week “let’s beat up this evil robot” thing. major themes i want to explore in this setting are autonomy, complex trauma, memory (especially gaslighting), the three laws of robotics (and moral scrupulosity), and robots as a trans allegory

it’s set in straight up newark, new jersey—throughout the year 2000, all the way from january to december (poor hibiki has the worst fucking year of his life)—but in an alternate Y2K retrofuturism futurepast, like the year 2000 that people from 1996 who just got their first windows PC connected to the internet imagined. the one major change between this newark Y2K and the real one (besides aesthetics) is the fact consumer androids are all over the fuckin place, they’re about as common as personal computers were in the late 90s, and they run on equivalent hardware to fucking windows 98.

they’re produced by two rival companies: Meteora Inc and the Halosoft Electronics Corporation; meteora also produces a fuckton of addons and peripheries that work for both brands like for instance ele•K recharging candy/energy drinks that androids can consume instead of plugging in to recharge, suuuuper efficient for androids working 24hour shifts. there are four subtypes of androids color-coded based on the four consumer colors of the late 90s-2000s; pink=domestic (works closely with people), blue=mending (fixes/makes/heals shit), green=commerce (works with money or in service), and orange=eyecatch (anything that needs to be seen from a distance like entertainment or safety). the owner of an android is usually called their User (like an internet user)

Hibiki My Son. poor sweet hibiki himura:( our main protagonist and my favorite character (besides the one my boyfriend made that i love so much i decided to canonize). hibiki woke up early morning on new year’s day, all alone, in a dumpster, with his memory wiped. he pretty much only knows his name and anything hardwired into his system like the three laws, which he treats like fucking GOSPEL. he’s obsessed with abiding by the three laws to prove he’s a Good Robot and doesn’t deserve to be thrown out and decommissioned, deactivated, and destroyed (basically he has moral scrupulosity OCD).

he’s a halosoft-brand domestic android, and since Neither company produces child androids, it’s pretty easy to deduce he’s a custom-order model (which are a thing, just Crazy Fucking Expensive). he’s selective mute, so he usually communicates via interfacing, which is a function most androids are capable of; it’s basically like touch-based telepathy with technology, as long as he’s making physical contact with an electronic (such as a computer monitor or another android), he can send messages back and forth with it, or even control it if it’s a simple enough machine. personality-wise, he’s timid and jumpy, but stubborn as hell and has a bad habit of butting into other people’s business, usually to help them (especially if the first law is at threat). also part of his customizing includes, for as of yet unknown reasons, arm cannons and rocket boots

hibiki’s sense of obsessive morality is so strong he winds up involved with the plot going after and investigating violent rogue robots A) just to prevent/stop any humans getting hurt and B) so no one defaults to assuming he’s a Bad Robot by association. he’s a technical pacifist because of the first law—he absolutely WILL NOT harm any humans, no matter what (unless the zeroth law is a concern), and he doesn’t Want to fight any robots so he usually tries to interface&talk them down first (to no avail) before reluctantly fighting back

#cmy2k #HUFFING AND PUFFING I HOPE I DIDN’T FORGET SOMETHING MAJOR if i did someone can probably ask about it OMEGALUL #not art #hibiki himura

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darlingsunshineprince · 28 days

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Yeah so dnd happened yesterday and because it was good friday only Amanita's player, our DM, and I could make it (2/4 PCs and the dm)

But because the other two weren't there we actually got shit done (we usually have internal conflict instead of following through with the plot which is fun but sometimes its good for the plot to advance)

So what happened was we are privates in the fort and are basically supposed to be cleaning the place so we did a thorough search of the upper floor of the (3 floored) building

That was where the first ongoing bit of the session started when our DM put a bunch of d6s down on the map to show where random people are and he put a dark blue d6 in one of the stalls of the women's washroom.

so we search the place a bit then a large bell rings while I'm trying to lock pick the largest personal room so we rush downstairs and Sundry, a guy who we saw (and let him ride in our cart) on our way to the northern base, is introduced as the Sergeant Major and when we go back up to "clean" (read: investigate) the upper floor our DM puts the exact same dark blue d6 in the washroom again.

and because we are immature idiots we make a bunch of dumb jokes about it that continue at the lunch bell about how this high elf is having the worst time of her life and when lunch is over she sprints up to the washroom again.

Then we were searching guest rooms and found some divorce papers signed by two orcs one of which was "Sam" Bonecrusher a muscular lady orc that I (fully out of character have been jokingly simping for because Juno, like me, is an aroace icon)

Nothing that funny happened this week but we progressed a bunch (found some guys desk that had a false bottom with a mysterious key in it and found a secret button that made some stairs go down into a secret room)

but yeah! we're going to try to play online sometime next week for the first time and we'll see how that goes

#ghosts of the past #my posts #dnd #oh yeah i almost forgot #when i was driving to dnd I almost hit a white rabbit on the road #but you're welcome for not hitting the easter bunny

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videocookieseng · 3 months

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Super Mario 64 DS is a bizarre game.

It’s not talked about, Nintendo never mentions it, it has very strange elements, and the worst part? The controls; unfortunately, one of the few reasons people even remember it. A 3D platformer controlled with arrows?! Many shortcomings and forgotten, especially when compared to its original counterpart…

…but darn it, how I love it.

Despite it being bizarre, SM64DS is a very innovative game with elements never before seen in a Mario title and with others that even come from spin-offs, something Nintendo doesn’t usually do (the three Goomboss fans, please clap). With more characters, stars, missions, and mini-games, it truly is the definitive way to enjoy Mario 64.

Well, it would be if it weren’t for the controls; however, the purpose of this writing is not to complain about it over and over again, but to inform you how you can enjoy this incredible game properly: with an analog stick! Yes, this is a PC mod that allows you to control Mario and company much more naturally. This may not be news for many, but it was for me when I discovered it about two weeks ago, so SHHH. Here I am with a tutorial on how to play SM64DS in the best way.

I leave you this video guide on what to do to play with a stick, but I also leave you the step-by-step in writing below.

youtube

Here’s what you need:

1) Download this emulator, DeSmuME X432R here.

2) Download this program, ToxInput_v0.6 here (where it says “Assets”).

3) Download - um, I mean, acquire the EUROPEAN ROM of the game in a totally legal way.

4) Have a controller on hand. Xbox or a third-party one works. Switch Pro controllers do not work with this method (believe me, I tried 😞).

Now follow these steps:

1) Unzip everything and organize it (this is optional, I just encourage you to be tidy with your life. Make your bed too).

2) Connect your controller.

3) Open the emulator and configure the buttons normally.

4) Drink water.

5) Load the ROM. I recommend starting and getting control of Yoshi before the next step.

6) Open ToxInput.

7) Inside ToxInput: if the first control icon is highlighted in white, your controller is recognized*. Click on it. If it turns yellow, it works.

8) Inside ToxInput: click on the “DeSmuME X432R_x64.exe” option. It should turn yellow, if it does, then click on “Apply”. Do not close the program.

9) Now all that’s left is to go back to the emulator and test your new controls. If the character moves very slowly, then it didn’t work as it should. You’ll know if you’ve succeeded if the character moves like in the original Mario 64, meaning the movement speed changes according to the pressure you apply to the stick. The right stick controls the camera.

10) Done!

*If it is NOT highlighted in white, you can do the following: delete the “XInput9_1_0.dll” file from the ToxInput folder. Then open the program again, and it should recognize your control. If that doesn’t help, I’m sorry 😢.

This is not the only method to access this mod; in fact, there’s even one to play like this on 3DS, and as we all know, it’s surprisingly easy to hack a 3DS. But this one method seemed quite simple and easy to follow, 100% recommended!

Now go and play the best version of Super Mario 64 as it should be.

#super mario 64 #ds #nintendo #gaming #mod #mario #Youtube #writing #featured #guide

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leam1983 · 9 months

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On Generative AI as a Process

ChatGPT: You're basically slotting coins into one of those old Mechanical Seers you'd sometimes see at county fairs or on boardwalks, back in the fifties. The difference is the Seer claims to know exactly what you're statistically determined to want to hear, but is otherwise a beautiful fount of ignorance hidden behind self-effacing verbiage. The worst part is all of this somehow was enough to blow the Turing test out of the water, even if you're made very much aware that there's nothing going on in there if no prompt is being processed.

DALL-E 2: There's rumors of a DALL-E 3 incoming at OpenAI and even more niche whispering of an insider version of the project that is wholly and completely uncensored - and it's likely to put Midjourney to task, apparently. As of now, however, using DALL-E 2 feels like its name is an indication of where its strengths lie. Are you looking for a Cubist rendering of Michael Fassbender riding a motorcycle out of the Milky Way? It's got you covered. If, on the other hand, you're trying to push for photorealism or for the stylistic trappings typical of Optane renders, you're likely to be a little disappointed by the results. It's a painter, no ifs, ands or buts - and its understanding of other visual art forms still leaves much to be desired.

Midjourney: you're handing off commissions to a genius painter and illustrator that can emulate almost any style, but that still has a relatably frustrating time comprehending the physics of the human body. Seeing it try and fail to produce believable human hands is so true-to-life you're starting to wonder why nobody's tried to come up with a picture-based alternate of the Turing test. Unlike a painter and more like an idiot savant, however, it conflates concepts together that shouldn't be agglomerated and makes weird assumptions based on your prompt.

It almost feels Taoist, in a sense. Is there a difference between someone yawning openly and someone screaming, honestly? If not, then what's the real frontier between belting out a yawn and thrusting out your chest to push a sustained note as an opera singer? A human knows there's degrees to it all - but a machine?

Stable Diffusion: unlike the other two, SD feels like a community shop where you're free to pick up tools to do whatever you want, whenever you want. The model itself exists in demo-grade and constricted forms online, and it's also the basis for all the Anime face generators that now pollute app stores - but its real power shows when you take it home and spend at least one full afternoon wrestling with Git, Python and Hugging Face credentials to turn your humble gaming rig of choice into your own personal digital Pygmalion.

There's a catch, though: earlier Stable Diffusion models used to solicit your GPU to the maximum of its abilities, which I've seen toast graphics cards within weeks. The latest revision takes a wiser approach, but it dramatically changes the way you can approach generative art.

As of SDXL 1.0, slotting in a prompt feels like setting a cake to bake. It used to be you'd be guaranteed a ho-hum result within five minutes, after hearing your GPU's fans scream for their life. Now, if you do what I did for my first run and give it the max amount of passes at 1028x1028 pixels, you're looking at a nice and cozy experience that actually lets you use your PC for other things while it's working - at the expense of time.

I asked for four simple images at the best generation parameters possible, and it took my home-based Stable Diffusion webUI eight hours to render anything - with xformers appended, too!

As of now, then, using Stable Diffusion is like baking a long recipie. It stands neck-and-neck with Midjourney, is fully uncensored and entirely under my control - but getting anywhere costs an entire evening. If you're a fan of pushing for variation after variation on Midjourney until you get something perfect, you'll be here for a long fucking while.

All the other ones: BlueWillow, Pepper AI, all the modded Stable Diffusion WebUI installs with a bespoke URL, an account and credit system, all those vaunted open platforms for NSFW generative content - they're all a waste of time, honestly. Text-based systems don't factually need to be able to crank out verbal smut, not considering the type of use they're getting. Image-based ones are running off of deprecated Stable Diffusion imageweights and typically heavily bias towards an expected use. If your need falls within their purview, then you're in luck. If all you want is big-breasted Anime waifus, you don't even need to bother with running Stable Diffusion natively. If, like me, you're using generative art to mock up WebUI elements or generate partial elements for promotional campaigns, running natively is invaluable.

On the whole, both Midjourney and Stable Diffusion have been invaluable to me for pursuits both personal and professional, seeing as both of them clearly state their product cannot be covered under copyright, which leaves their intended use as purely illustrative. Coming up with complete mockups within minutes was instrumental for our Web design team, seeing as I could quickly communicate the sort of design presence the company was shooting for and just as quickly receive revisions or refinements to said mockups until we'd be in agreement. At that point, generative art left the premises entirely and the Web Design team got to work from scratch.

Privately, running stat sheets for NPCs for a D&D campaign and being able to quickly gin up a portrait made it easier to reach my desired tone, in the understanding that if I ever want to give my characters or concepts their just desserts, I can turn these images' basic prompts into someting verbally elegant, and just send that off to my favourite commissions-friendly artist to get that still-elusive human touch. Similarly, getting unique desktop wallpapers out of what's essentially Art Class shitposting is always fun, but I can always commission them for something I could take to a scanner and use as a desktop wallpaper.

Closing Thoughts

Knowing that all that I've had these systems output can't be used to make a single buck, legally, is a sobering and comforting thought - and it makes the now-storied excesses of the early days of visual generative AI all the more disturbing. Nobody should win art gallery prizes with a piece designed by a GAN, and artists shouldn't have to fear that their likenesses and voice are at risk of being exploited. I shouldn't have to fear using both of these for exploratory projects - but I also have the responsibility to not identify as an artist and to not claim ownership of the resulting text blocks or images. Considering, it makes the hucksters on Amazon selling booklets on prompt-work for ChatGPT to shit out entire novels in a few weeks feel a little tactless - as if their entire industry wasn't at risk of collapsing the exact minute a few savvy lawmakers get their act together.

Plus, if you metaphorically consider commission work to be a sort of human-to-human prompt engineering, eight hours for SDXL to produce four images doesn't seem like such a bad deal - at the expense of the process. I haven't asked for commissions often in the past, but there's something fun to knowing that you're at the top of an artist's pile for the next several days, and could even receive emails containing said artist's interrogations, their need for added refinement, their suggestions - all in service of something that'll a) put some food on their table and b) that matters to you.

Considering, I'm not entirely afraid for the wider aspect of human-led creative purposes.

#Generative AI #Midjourney #Stable Diffusion #SDXL 1.0 #DALL-E 2 #thoughts #creation #visual art #ChatGPT #writing #creative writing

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livelle · 2 years

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The Bench Squad

a Benchtrio/ You!!

PART ONE!

( you’re dating Tommy, Ranboo and Tubbo are your best friends :) )

summary: here’s a look in the life of you being a member of the Bench Trio.. or we’ll.. Bench Squad! From streams to living with each other… you name it! YES ANOTHER TOMMY FIC BC I LOVE HIM. LEAVE ME BE. /j this is the first part of two: which is how you met, and how you became very close and all that :) ENJOY!

THEY/ THEM

platonic for Ranboo and Tubbo ofc, romantic with Tommy!

CW: swearing, kissing.

Tommy had met Tubbo when they both first started streaming. Ranboo met them when he first got popular…

You met the trio when they all knew each other already. Except for Ranboo. You were pretty close with Ranboo, you’d been online friends for almost a year and your bond got stronger and stronger with the day. Time flew when you were talking to him. You’d picked up streaming when he did, and always supported him. You followed his methods and doing streams together had made you both big on Twitch, YouTube, and other platforms of course. Ranboo was still getting further though, but you didn’t mind. You were very proud of him. He had met Tubbo and Tommy, and after a month or so, he finally introduced you to them. Tubbo came first, since they were a bit closer ( Ranboo and Tubbo ). He was nice, ‘just the type for Ranboo to like’ you had said. He talked when Ranboo didn’t know what to say, he made him laugh, and you were glad they’d became such good friends. You smiled everytime they interacted at first, it was just so fun to listen to. Tubbo liked you very much, you joked around a lot, and your senses of humor were quite similar. You always had a lot of fun with him, but Ranboo and Tubbo remained a stronger bond.

You thought Tubbo was loud on stream, but you were absolutely blown away when you met Tommy. You met him on a stream, which was, well, not the best place to meet him. He was extremely loud and was yelling all sorts of words in the discord call. You even thought he made some up. He was funny though, on stream he had the worst sense of humor, so bad, that it was funny. You couldn’t explain it. After that one stream you hadn’t really talked. So, of course, you assumed he was being so loud ALL THE TIME. The total opposite was true.

‘That’s so cool! I wish we had one of those in Nottingham, but, I’d probably have to go to London or something.. That looks very pretty though!’ You smiled widely. It felt like you were talking with another person then that one night, because his demeanor had changed so much. ‘Thank you…’ you blushed. You were left in a call, you were about to start a stream, but Ranboo had some PC problems that Tubbo ( AND PHILZA OFC ) were helping with. Tommy was so nice, so sweet, and he talked so… openly. You were having such a good time, you were almost disappointed when Ranboo and Tubbo came back.

But, Tommy probably liked the conversations too, because one night he asked you to join a random VC. He was off stream, and you thought people like Wilbur, Sneegsnag and Tubbo were gonna be there.. but, it was just him. You were nervous. Why were you nervous?

This habit went one for every once a week, to every day, to twice a day, to as many times as you possibly could. Ranboo had teased you about it. ‘So, getting along with Tom very well are w-‘ You cut him off: ‘SHUT UP.’ He went silent. ‘OH MY GOD Y/N NO WAY. I DIDN’T EVEN MEAN IT LIKE THAT AT FIRST- YOU HAVE A LITTLE CRUSSHHHH???’ He then yelled. It was nice he couldn’t see your face, because you were bright red at this point. ‘Shut up. SHUT UP SHUT UP.’ ‘You are not denying it.’ He said. ‘I-‘ you didn’t know what to say. Because, it was true. It was so true. You were head over heels for him. So in love, it was embarrassing.

How could you not be? I mean, it may have started with the butterflies when he made a comment about you in a call you weren’t in, or his little laughs and giggles he let out when you voice-called him. The late night calls were the best, his breathing was soft and he was tired, and it made you even more nervous about how lovely he was. Sometimes, if you were lucky, he’d have his camera on. You felt so attached to him, that if he didn’t text you for like an hour, you’d feel bad.

‘So what? I mean, why would he like me? This is stupid, Boo, he’s another big content creator. That’ll never work. He doesn’t even like me back, why are we worrying about this again?’ You answered Ranboo. ‘Because,’ he said. ‘That’s not true. I do not know anything about this stuff, but you shouldn’t put yourself down like that. Tubbo has even been talking about how much Tommy has been talking about you.’ You blushed. ‘And you know how little Toby talks about that stuff.’ ‘Mhm’ you hummed, hope returning its way to your body. ‘Oh! And besides, sort your shit out, because I’m taking you to England.’ Ranboo let out, obviously grinning. ‘WHAT-‘

You met him at the airport. It was the second time you two had met up, and it was nice to see each other again. A long hug was the starter of your conversation. You felt at home, safe. ‘We’re already so close to them,’ you whispered, both seated in the bus. ‘I know.’ He smiled. You grabbed his hand, because you were both nervous. ‘Excited to meet your long distance best friend?’ You asked. He nodded happily. ‘Excited to meet your long distance boyfrie-‘ he started, but you put a hand over his mouth. ‘NO. NO DOING THAT.’ He laughed. ‘Your secret’s safe with me.’ He winked. You laughed.

Ranboo flew in Tubbo’s arms. You huffed at the height difference. ‘Woah there, big buddy’ Tubbo laughed, but he still put his arms around the taller boy and smiled. You smiled at them. ‘Hi there,’ Tubbo said, ‘Hello’, you let out, and hugged him shortly as well. He smiled at you and ruffled your hair. ‘Lads, let’s get something to eat. Tommy’s always late.’ Your heart started beating faster. You went out for lunch, and you laughed at Ranboo’s reaction to the overly British food.

You had a lovely meal, and went back to the house shortly after. Ranboo and you were hanging up your coats when Tubbo entered his living room. ‘AYEEE MY BOY. Your mom let me in.’ a voice called. You stopped in your tracks. You and Ranboo looked at each other, your eyes wide. Tommy. Ranboo pretended to flatten the collar of your sweater, and he nodded grinning. ‘Looking amazing. Go for it.’ He nudged your shoulder. You knew he was joking, but it was still nice. Walking in you immediately catched Tommy’s eyes. ‘Hey’ you said, just a bit too soft. ‘Hi,’ he said it at the same tone, totally different from how he was talking to Tubbo. You two chatted on the couch, and Tubbo and Ranboo went to the kitchen. No, Ranboo dragged Tubbo to the kitchen, so you two could be alone. You gave him a dirty look.

It was pretty awkward at the beginning. The night passed and you all went to sleep. You sat in your bed, well, your mattress that Tubbo had sat down for this four months. Ranboo sleeped in the top of the bunk bed, Tubbo underneath. They were both already fast asleep, Ranboo of course tired from the traveling, and Tubbo… yeah, he just didn’t get enough sleep. An hour maybe had passed, but you couldn’t get to sleep. You sat up, stood up, and walked to the kitchen silently. You sipped on a glass of water as you sat on the counter. ‘You up too?’ A whisper called. Your head shot to the door, and you saw Tommy. ‘Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.’ He grinned. He stood next to you, leaning on the counter. His hair was messy, and the baggy, plain, white shirt looked good on him in some way. He looked extremely cute. ‘No worries,’ you said, before you sipped your water again. ‘Couldn’t sleep?’ You asked him. He looked you deep into your eyes, and it took all your courage to not look away. He just looked so.. pretty like this. ‘Yeah.. yeah no, I wish I’d gone home, pff. That couch is nothing to sleep on.’ You laughed silently so you didn’t wake someone. ‘Isn’t it weird we’ve known each other for months, but, we only like, are this close to each other now? I mean, physically.’ He whispered, looking up at you again. You faced the wall, the dark hiding the slight blush on your face. ‘It is. I mean, it’s nice, I really like being next to you.’ He laughed. ‘What?’ You asked him. ‘You like being next to me?’ He asked. You nodded, confused. ‘So you don’t like me being in front of you.’ he called. ‘That’s not what I meant, I mean-‘ you stopped your sentence mid way as he moved in front of you. His head was in front of you, and he was between your legs. ( Like, his body was kind of against the counter, not your legs, nothing weird, I didn’t mean it like that. Thank you. )

You talked like that for a long time, even though you were sure he could feel your heart beating from his placement over there. ‘It’s late.’ You whispered. ‘I know, I know.’ he said in that voice you liked. ‘But I like being alone with you,’ You were flustered. ‘And tomorrow all these others will be here, Jack and stuff and, I like it like this.’ He was honest. ‘You do?’ You gained courage to lift your hand and brush a curl out of his face. You held your hand in his hair. ‘Mhm,’ he saw that as a sign to pull you closer, his hands now on your lower back. You looked away anxiously. He grabbed your face so you’d look at him, his only centimeters away from yours. ‘Is this okay?’ He whispered even more softly. ‘Yeah, it is.’ You let out. He cupped your face and pressed his lips against yours. You smiled, he smiled. He broke the kiss. ‘I’m so glad you’re here,’ he whispered in your ear, his face in your neck. You threw your arms around his and kissed him again.

‘Did you know I’ve liked you ever since that one night we talked alone?’ You faced him. You were both on the mattress you were only supposed to sleep in, but, the couch was just a little too uncomfortable for Tommy. He smiled widely at you. ‘Really?’ You nodded, hiding your face in his chest again. ‘I’ve liked you for ages too, ‘was so excited for Ranboo to introduce you to me’ he whispered. ‘No way.’ You looked at him. ‘Yes way,’ and he leaned in for a kiss again. It was silent for a bit. ‘What do you mean “no way” I’ve been flirting with you like for, forever-‘ he laughed at you. ‘I DON’T KNOW I- HOW WOULD I’VE KNOWN.’ You whisper-yelled. He giggled and pulled you closer. A kiss to your forehead lulled you to sleep.

A/n: HELLO MY BELOVEDS, IM SO SORRY THAT THIS IS SO AWFULLY BAD, AND IM SORRY FOR THE LACK OF THINGS AND HOW LATE IVE BEEN. I love you guys so much, you know that. So take care, take your rest, and treat yourself. MWWUUAAH KISSES FROM OLI! /p

@milofroglover @kiss-me-more-whore @oolovebunnyoo @ohlovejoy

#dsmp #tommyinnit #dreamsmp #cricket crew #benchtrio x you #bench trio x reader #benchtrio #benchtrio imagine #mcyt #mcyt imagine #tommyinnit x reader #tommyinnit x you #tubbo #ranboo #tommyinnit fic #romantic tommyinnit #tommyinnit fluff #tommyinnit imagine

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this may not make sense but you want eden ideas then have them, may sound ooc but ok so imagine like a very defiant pc but less than average hight, very fragile and oh so cute but very fistey, who eventually has eden pushing them against a tree with the barrel of his gun under their chin and pc breaks down

i dont have a gun kink…or a thing for size differences

You may be lying when you say you're not into those things, but I'll scream from the rooftops about it for both of us, nonnie. You're also describing my PC lol. Here's a short fic based on my PC's backstory.

NSFW below (tw for noncon, gunplay)

Moving out into the forest had been your last resort to stay safe. With all of your savings, you'd gotten a tent, a survival kit, and a lot of canned food. All of it was to save money away from Bailey while you worked. Hopefully one day you could get enough to run away somewhere much further off.

The stick you'd sharpened into a spear was enough to keep the wolves away. As were branches you'd set on fire, in a pinch. You knew you needed a weapon to survive. In town you'd barely escaped being raped, biting and clawing being the two things that saved you. Your weak arms couldn't throw a punch that would do much damage.

The camp you'd made was under a rocky alcove, safe from rain and strong winds. It was almost cosy. Wasn't far from a river, either. Or patches of mushrooms you could eat when the canned food was running low. Everything was going well. So, so well. Until he found you.

It started with gunshots in the distance that eventually closer. Then you'd find bootprints around the outskirts of your camp. It was hard to sleep, knowing someone could be watching. Even worse when your things would go missing, only to return later. Including your underwear.

Everytime he came around, you made an effort to hide in the cracks of the alcove. It was mostly at the same time, anyways. God, he was tall. And he looked muscular. That, and his gun, means you probably wouldn't win any fights, but holding on to hope that he was just curious about the new resident of the forest kept you calm. Hiding was still the smart thing to do, though. Just in case.

Until one day you get his schedule wrong. He always shows up at the same time, and you can hide before he gets here. Unfortunately, you're collecting wolfshrooms when he arrives this time. And he sees you before you see him.

Finishing your collection, you turn and freeze. He's right there. A metre away, maybe, with his gun pointed at your head. How did he sneak up on you so easily? The hunter's eyes shine with something you can't match, but it scares you. And worst of all, your spear is leaning against a tree behind him. You're defenseless.

"Strip," he orders, gesturing with his gun at the same time. "I've been waiting to do this for weeks. Don't fucking try anything."

So much for being safe out here. With trembling hands, you drop the basket your mushrooms are in and begin with your shirt. The boots and pants come next. Of course you hesitate at the underwear, hoping he'll be merciful, but no. The hunter just raises an eyebrow and gestures for them to come off, too. At least he let's you keep your socks on so your feet don't get covered in mud.

He steps forward, you step back, like you're doing a fun dance and not scared for your life. Then you do it again, and again, till you're backed up to a tree with his rifle under your chin. The bark feels harsh against your back, scratching the skin. No doubt there's marks.

The metal of the gun is cold. As it's trailed down your neck, your chest, tummy, and finally comes to a stop above your pubic area, you shiver. What if he pulls the trigger? Would he leave you here to die? Then he places the barrel between your legs, pressed to your sex.

"Ride it," he orders, eyes focused on the apex of your thighs. Is he serious? He can't be serious. Your lack of response make his eyes come back up to meet yours. "Ride it or I'll shoot a toe off."

You whine at his threat, feeling completely pathetic. So many words are jammed in your throat right now. So many insults and threats that you would usually spew at those who had tried to rape you before. But fear keeps you in a state of paralysis, until your survival instincts kick in to make your hips rock against the rifle pressed to your sensitive genitals.

It isn't pleasant. Then again, it's not meant to make you feel nice, is it? It's for the hunter's sick pleasure, not yours. He seems enamoured with what he sees, enough to make you afraid he'll slip up and pull the trigger anyways. If he does it at the wrong time you'll be in a world of pain and unable to pee right ever again.

It goes on for about five minutes, all of it incredibly uncomfortable, but he quickly gets bored enough to rip his gun away and swing it over his back. It's when his large, warm hand comes up to wipe at your cheek that you realise you had been crying for some time.

"Relax, little one. I had the safety on. Now keep being good for me; you're doing so well," he coos, undoing his belt and pulling out an intimidating sized cock as he speaks. You're once again in a state of paralysis, unable to move anything that isn't your eyes. Only to whimper and cry. He had the safety on. You could have tried to get away, and you didn't. You still aren't. Why? Why can't you move?

Those big hands grasp your hips, turning you to face the tree and placing your hands on it when you just stand there staring like a mannequin. He's too close, every breath of his disturbing strands of your hair. He's so tall you barely reach his chin, a foot or more larger than you. The heat from his body keeps you warm, too. Such a change from the metal of the rifle.

It's the blunt head of his dick prodding at your hole that finally sets off your fight or flight. The adrenaline flies through your veins, making you restless as you're fondled - until you can't stay still any longer. You have to try and run. Have to at least attempt to save yourself.

Without warning, you dash off to the side - and get nowhere. Because he grabs your arms and pins you to the ground as you scream and kick like you're nothing but a child throwing a tantrum. The fucker even tuts at you when he holds you still and starts lining himself up again.

"You were doing so well for me. Why did you have to go and ruin it? I was going to be gentle with you. Not anymore," that last sentence was growled in your ear as he finally pushes himself inside. How dry you are and his thick girth makes it sting, your screaming waining out into a high pitched noise that expresses the pain you're in.

Every powerful thrust of his hips drives you into the dirt floor of the forest, your body unable to move because of the wall of muscle practically laying on top of it. The adrenaline fizzles out. Once again you're unable to do anything. Only able to cry as you're taken, sobs racking your body as violently as the hunter is.

"Please, please stop. I just wanted to be safe, please," you beg. It's useless, more like talking to yourself, and you're aware. But maybe, just maybe, he'll listen.

"Don't worry, I'll keep you safe. I'm going to take you back - ah fuck, you're tight - take you back home with me after this. You'll come to like it."

You want to vomit. He's taking away your chance to leave. He's going to abduct you and use you as his own personal sex toy instead of letting you go. Maybe he should have just shot you instead.

Shamefully, his powerful thrusts are starting to feel good, too. His prick hits deep, the drag of his veins on your inner walls becoming more incredible the longer this goes on. Biting into your forearm is all you can do to stop yourself from moaning.

Thankfully, the hunter doesn't last much longer, a string of curse words coming from him as he mindlessly fucks into you. A new warmth inside alerts that he came in you, and is continuing to fill you up until he practically collapses on top of your prone body. Your hole throbs from need, betraying your fearful mind.

"Yeah," he huffs out above you, "you're coming with me."

#degrees of lewdity eden #degrees of lewdity #tw noncon #tw gunplay

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najatheangel · 3 years

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genre: fluff, drama, and comedy. high school au!

pairing: Choi San x Reader

author's note: apart of the Ateez Summer Collab hosted by @bangchan-fairy My first official posted collab please let me know what you guys think. Enjoy your summer! ✨

word count: 5.3k

summary: After slacking off junior year and struggling to juggle responsibilities, you're stuck retaking your math course in the summer. With your future on the line, you were stuck with San to work together with you so you both can pass this summer course as seniors. You two seem to have a hard time focusing on your studies. Is it because you don't understand the work or a certain someone that's distracting you

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Your stepmom Maria seemed to be very disappointed in you once again for letting her down this year. She had planned so many family trips, vacations, and hangouts for the whole family to enjoy this summer, but thanks to my failing this dumb math class, I have to be stuck in this school until July.

“You better be lucky I can afford for you to retake this class. Your reckless behavior has gone on long enough.” Your mom walks beside you upstairs inside Walnut Hills Highschool making sure you don’t skip out on the first day of summer school.

“Mom, you know you don’t have to walk me to class. I know what I’m doing!” You groan at her as she links her arms with you in the hallway.

“Clearly you don’t! If you did you wouldn’t be stuck here retaking this class. Now we’re almost there so keep your head high and lose the tude.”

There it was class 2A once again. This class was an absolute nightmare. I took a deep breath and slid the door open slowly with my eyes halfway open anxious to see who was sitting in the classroom.

“Welcome back miss Y/LN! Good seeing you again.” Mr. Harris said with a smile. This sucker, you had a love-hate relationship with Mr. Harris. You loved the fact that he was super nice and helpful when he was your English tutor freshman year, but you hated how he had a crush on your mom and how weird teacher-parent conference meetings would get when they would sneak off with each other in his office.

“Good morning Mr. Harris. Good seeing you again.” Your mom blushed to try to contain her excitement, but it was too obvious. “Anyways I’ll be heading my way out. She’s all yours for the summer.” Your mom gave you one last hug and kiss on the cheek before she left.

You sighed, rolling your eyes, fanning yourself already sweating from the classroom’s lack of cold air blowing. You complained again by saying.“Mr. Harris, are we staying in this room all summer? I’m sweating like a fat pig.”

“Unfortunately, yes. The PCs in the computer lab have been shut down and the school plans on replacing them with apple PCs by august. So these are the cards we’ve been dealt with. Let’s get started shall we.”

All the students in the classroom sighed, taking sips of their water bottles as Mr. Harris took attendance.

“Let’s see...We have Angela, Oliver, Chris, Yui, Y/N...Who’s missing? Choi San?”

“Here.” San slams the door open, arriving 20 minutes late with his chocolate milk in one hand and a glazed donut in the other. “Sorry Mr. Harris, I’ve overslept.”

Mr. Harris sighs, shaking his head, chuckling to calm himself down. “As expected. Just glad that you’re here, please have a seat.”

There was only one seat left which was in the front next to you and that would of course be his assigned seat for the rest of the summer.

You never heard much of San except everyone saying that he dropped out sophomore year.

You remember having a crush on him during freshman orientation when you both were shadowed by this kid named Lee Know. The whole time you were quiet, but you remembered staring at the handsome devil strutting in his uniform the whole time.

So to see him once again took you and everyone by surprise.

“Class, make sure you remember your partner’s name sitting next to you for this summer because you will work together in order to pass this class.”

“Say what?” You look over at San, who was making origami at his desk. “Good seeing again kid.” He smirks at you leaving you speechless. “Want a donut?” He reached out, handing a piece to you.

You were slamming your head on the desk thinking to yourself. “Mom, I know I promised I would finish this class, but I don’t know if I can...”

Mr. Harris had you paired up in groups of two to complete a series of word problems and online on this website called Pearson. On the bright side, walnut hills provided MacBooks for students that didn’t have their laptop, but of course, if they tried to watch Netflix, facetime with their friends, or search for something inappropriate, their laptop will be shut down for 24 hours until further notice.

The first two weeks were pretty quiet between you and San because both of you aren’t necessarily the best conversation starters and whenever San would ask you something it would only just help him cheat on an assignment or help him make up an excuse to skip class. Up until the third week hit you had enough of his excuses trying to avoid doing the work.

The third week you were assigned to work on three hours of pre-cal on the computer and you had the option to locate to a different classroom of course if you couldn’t focus in a cramped room full of sweaty students. So you and san decided to work in the math lab across from class 2A and try to work out a plan.

“Listen San I know this class is our worst enemy, but I promised my mom I would graduate next year and If I have to restart my junior year again I would die of embarrassment. So please try a little harder.” San sighs nodding to your proposal looking deeply into your eyes.

“Fine. I guess I’m in the same boat. I figured retaking junior year would make my mom mad too.” He reaches his hand shaking it with yours smiling.

Your heart starts pounding pretty fast as you're exchanging the agreement with San and you gaze your eyes back at the computer again clearing your throat.

“So, all we have to do is remember the methods Mr. Harris taught us and we'll be alright. What section are we on?” San scrolls through his laptop trying to login into his Pearson account. “I believe it's section 3.A. 20 questions which are due this Friday?! Man, Mr. Harris won’t give us a break.”

You giggled at his surprised reaction. Sometimes he can be soft which makes you melt inside even more. It made you wonder why he was always hanging around with the rebels with no future at school. Maybe life at home was rough and he didn’t have a lot of friends. All these questions were running through your head, which made you not realize that San suddenly moved closer to you.

“You need help with that problem? You were staring blankly at the screen for the past 10 minutes. Here let me show you how to do this.” San wraps his arm around you, pulling you closer to writing the answer problem step by step to help you understand it better, but that wasn’t exactly helping.

All you were doing was admiring his beautiful face to face. It made you remember the first time you saw him with his glowing melon skin, sharp jawline, the way he can pull off a white collar and a striped tie it just seemed impossible.

On top of that his knowledge in math made him 10x more attractive, but you couldn’t understand why someone as brilliant and essential as him set himself up in the wrong crowd and stuck in this situation that cost him his high school diploma.

“So that’s how you get y= 18 + 15x. Any questions?” “Yeah, why the hell are you so fine. Forget Mr. Harris, you can be my tutor.” Would’ve sounded better in your head, but you accidentally said it out loud.

San looked at you with his eyes flashing open and then he burst out laughing. “Well Ms. Y/LN if I knew you were having this much fun, I would’ve signed up for this a long time ago.”

“Same here. You know I didn’t think math was your thing. How come you're so good at it?” He sighs, leaning looking up at the ceiling as his mood changes very quickly. “My dad is an entrepreneur and a CEO of his own company.

He’s very good at math so he taught me at an early age so someday I can take over his company someday. He’s never home at times either so I’m pretty much always helping my friends with their math homework as a side hustle.”

“That must be tiring. I know that must be a lot of pressure for a 17-year-old.” San nods his head in agreement and says “It is, but hey that’s what I’ve been dealing with all my life. We got to finish these questions so we can go home early.” With the both of you panicking you turn back to your computers finishing the last set of problems.

You were having so much fun at school with San that you forgot you had to make it to dinner on time with your wicked stepmother. Ever since you’ve started your sophomore year at Walnut Hills your father was keeping his dating life a secret until he unexpectedly announced that he wanted to marry Maria. Your dad was always the playboy so it always would irritate you whenever he brings another woman into the picture.

Your father planned on marrying Maria by the time you’ve graduated high school, but that all ended in tragedy when your father one day died in a car accident on the way to your volleyball game. This is why you quitted sports, fell out with your best friends, and flunked almost all your classes. Maria has always shown tough love even when your dad was around, but that’s because she never knew what it was like to raise children and she wanted to learn to become closer to your family, but your relationship with her was always rocky.

Arriving late at night you’ve run to your house sweating and panting to your angry stepmom in the kitchen tapping her foot.

“Y/N, do you know what time it is? School ended at 5. Why are you late for dinner? This better is good missy.” You caught your last breath and then rolled your eyes at Maria’s snarky comment. “Me and my partner in my class took longer than expected to finish our assignment. Sorry, okay?”

You’ve slammed your backpack on the back of your chair and grabbed a plate of yong chow rice to eat with your family. “Don’t you roll your eyes at me? I just asked a simple question. Don’t tell me your working with that Choi San guy?”

You shook your head as you started to feel yourself explode at the dinner table, but you let her finish. “I know that because Mr. Harris told me. Look all I’m saying is you better stay concentrated on getting out of summer school and don’t fool around with these boys. Got it?”

You’ve finally snapped and stood up slamming the table with your fists. “You know what, I don’t understand why you're nagging me about every little thing going on in my life. You can’t just be proud that I finished my assignments for this week. But, no you keep finding ways to complain to me about me not working hard enough or messing around. I’m getting really tired of it. That’s why I hate it here!”

“Y/N! Don’t walk away from me when I’m talking to you.” She followed you all the way upstairs until you closed the door and locked it in her face. You were too tired and frustrated to be dealing with her constant ranting so you’ve just sat in your room, put your AirPods on, and blocked her yelling from the background. “We’ll talk about this another day. Psh teenagers.”

For the rest of the night, you smush your face in your pillow crying yourself to sleep. You look back on the polaroids of your dad around your room and through your phone missing his presence in your home. “Dad, why did you leave me alone with her? If it was just the three of us, things would be so different. I miss you.”

Your partnership with San seemed to improve drastically which was surprising, to say the least. All the other kids in the class however didn’t seem to improve. Some were either cheating or missing the deadlines. Mr. Harris was not pleased by the results so he found other alternatives.

“You know what class, here’s what we’re about to do. To make this a lot more fun, how about we do class activities for extra credit. Since some of you are glued to your devices nowadays we can play games like Kahoot, Jenga, and Tetris to answer questions. I can even narrow down the questions on the assignments. How does that sound?” Everyone in class chants and cheers loving the idea which keeps them even more motivated to continue working.

“Alright everyone the games won’t start today, but next week. This is the last week of June and summer school so that means we’re halfway there from finishing. You cannot screw this up. Try acing this week’s quiz with 90% everyone or no games for those with below 70%. Got it?” “Yes, Mr. Harris!” You’ve become closer to the class since it was only nine of you, but your best friends are Angela, San, and Chris. The four of you stopped for ice cream after school to study for this week’s big math test that covered five sections.

“Gosh, Mr. Harris put 40 questions on the test! What the hell is he on crack?”

Everyone laughed at Chris complaining. He would always try to find shortcuts just so he can finish playing PubG, but he always ends up getting in trouble because he procrastinates too much. The only reason he’s somewhat doing well is because of his girlfriend Angela.

She was always a straight-A student and a bit of a geek at school, but outside of school, she was a baddie. She ended up having to retake pre-cal because she wanted to offer to help Chris with homework but ended up failing with him. “Oh hush it’s not even that bad. If you would’ve done those practice problems like you were told, you wouldn’t be complaining so much.” She slaps the back of Chris' head making him spat out his dip cone.

San looks at them admiring their silly dysfunctional relationship and then looks at you mesmerized. He leans in whispering in your ear saying “Why can’t we be more like them. They’re cute together.” You turned to him, slapping his shoulder softly giggling. “We shouldn’t. We agreed to only focus on school, remember?” He looks at you pouting “Does it have to be strictly about work? Like Mr. Harris said, we can have fun with it. We are partners after all.”

You look to the side trying to avoid his gaze as you take another spoonful of mint cocoa. With your sloppy spoonful of ice cream leftover on your face, San quickly grabbed a napkin from the table and whipped your face. “Be careful, you had a little mint chocolate on your face.” He kissed the side of your lips and smirked at you right afterward leaving everyone shocked.

“You guys are hot together.”

Chris with no filter shouted out leaving you a blushing mess. You quickly grabbed your ice cream and backpack as you heard your stepmom pulling up at the dairy parking lot. “You know what duty calls. I’ll meet you guys at the same time tomorrow at San’s place just like we planned. I gotta shave my legs. Later!” San wanted to grab your arm real quick to give you a proper goodbye, but you already beat him to it by sprinting to the car.

“Honey, why did you run in the car so fast? You would have finished your ice cream-”

“No time for that, just drive Mom.” Maria laughs looking at you covering your face with your cardigan and looking at San’s pouting face playing with his spoon he just ate from his ice cream. “Reminds me of the good old days when I was in high school.” Your stepmom cranked the engine and drove all the way home.

When you arrived home you flopped your body on your bed trying to focus on finishing studying for your test by yourself, but all your thinking about San’s kiss replaying in your head over and over again. “Ugh that San man, why did his lips have to be so soft? I'm supposed to be finding the formula for x, not the formula to get into San’s heart.” You’ve pulled out your laptop attempting to send an email to Mr. Harris said that you wanted to switch partners, but you prevent yourself from pressing send through your mouse.

“There’s no point. We only have four more weeks plus he would be upset if I do that. I just need to calm down.” You’ve closed out of your email tab and finished your homework sinking in your thoughts.

“Dad, hey it’s me again, I just wanted to leave a voicemail letting you know that later on today I’ll be bringing my friends over to work on studying for our big test. It would be nice for you to meet them, but of course, I know work is more important. Anyways please come visit again sometime soon. Love you, peace.” San sighs, hanging up the phone as he sets the table up getting ready for you, Angela, and Chris to come over. San has always learned to live basically on his own growing up.

His father is always running off on business trips, his mother left him at a young age to marry a wealthy man and his older brother was already out of the country to join the Navy. His brother was the only person he can count on for family events when it came to birthdays, Christmas, and even father’s day. At least his brother could attend and catch up with his crazy high school life.

Snapping out of his train of thoughts he opens the door as soon as he hears the doorbell ring. “Coming!” He fixed his Pikachu long sleeve and parted his hair before he opened the door. He was smiling so wide after seeing it was you, Angela and Chris.

“C'mon in you guys. Welcome to mi palacio. Let’s study in the living room.”

Everyone ran to the living room pleased with the smell of pina colada candles filling the house. You were shocked that San got to live in this huge nicely decorated home yet you seem to notice that his family is not present.

You see picture frames of him when he was younger in a monster inc sitting on the fountain at Disneyland.

There was also another cute family photo of San’s best friend named Wooyoung that he met since kindergarten, but sadly they ended up cutting ties since they went to different schools.

A picture that stood out from all of them was one of him sitting on his mom’s lap when he was five smiling super hard with his pretty white smile. You’ve never seen him smile that hard and you were always curious more about his past so the family photos have shown a nice glimpse into his past “Hey y/n cmon I made some ramen. We have to pull out the flashcards so we can study.” “W-wait, but your baby pictures I want!” “No time we can look at them later.”

He winks and gently holds your hand and walks downstairs with you.

“Here goes the love birds. We have to try San’s famous spicy ramen dish before it gets too cold.” Everyone sits down at the dinner table clasping their hands together ready to dig in until the door opens.

“Surprise brother! Sorry I’m late. Did I miss dinner?” San’s brother Jinhyuk walks in with veggie wraps and steak bulgogi in his hand. San runs up to his brother hugging him super tight happier to see that he finally made it home. “Guys this is my brother Jinhyuk. Jinhyuk this is Chris, Angela, and Y/N.”

Jinhyuk smiles at everyone greeting everyone. “So what’s been going on with you guys? I know you have been stuck in school together, but what have you guys been doing outside of school?” Angela started by saying “Well so far me and Chris have been seeing each other every day. We always go to the park or the carnival when we get the chance for dates. We have also been hanging out with these two right here.”

Chris joined in saying “Exactly right. You can say we’re like the Scooby-Doo gang of course without scooby.” San laughs adding on “No way you’re definitely Scooby. Angela is Velma, I’m Freddy, and Y/N is Daphne.” Everyone at the table laughed as they enjoyed San’s ramen catching up with each other.

Jinhyuk elbows you as he chats with you in the kitchen. “Hey, I noticed that you were sitting there staring at my brother. What’s going on with you two.” Your eyes flashed wide open as you were surprised by Jinhyk’s sudden question. You faced him scratching the back of your head not knowing how to answer his question. “Well, I honestly don’t know. I think he just likes teasing me. One minute he flirts with me, the next minute he treats me like one of the guys. My mom also doesn’t want me getting distracted so I’m trying to keep my distance.”

Jinhyuk laughs and then pets your head. “Well, you both already failed at keeping your distance. I think he likes you, but since you keep running away or avoiding him too much, he feels like he’s making you uncomfortable and that you strictly want to stay as friends. I wouldn’t give him the wrong idea to be upfront about how you feel about him. You got this kid.” He grabs your empty bowl for you and washes the dishes giving you that boost of confidence. “You know what you're right. Mama didn’t raise no punk. I’ll tell him after we finish studying. Thanks, Jinhyuk I owe you the next time you visit.” You give him a thumbs up and skip happily out the kitchen looking forward to seeing your friends.

After hours of studying flashcards, everyone finally studied feeling confident in themselves about the final test of the semester. Everyone packed their things and was ready to head home since their parents were outside. You were the only one that still felt confident about your process throughout the class so you’ve decided to stay an extra hour to study with San.

“Are you sure this is right?” You put the pencil down crossing your fingers as San checks your work. “Wow yes, that is correct. See you’re doing just fine. You only got 7 wrong out of the 40 questions. Just keep using that method I taught you and you’ll be just fine.” San smiles at you pinching your cheeks. “It’s 10:30 pm. Your mom is going to be worried about you. You should start heading home. I'll drop you off.” San started putting his notebook and laptop back on his desk getting ready to leave his room, but you pull on his sleeve bringing him back down on the couch with you.

“Wait, um why don’t we watch a movie or something. My mom is out with Mr. Harris anyways they won’t be back until the morning. I kind of told her I was spending the night at my cousin’s house.”

San smiles, shaking his head gulping, sitting back down next to you. “That sounds nice and all, but I don’t want to get you in trouble. Plus you do realize you’re staying over at a boy’s house at night.” You lean your head on his shoulder holding his hand yawning. “I know I trust you. You wouldn’t do anything unless I told you I wanted to. Just for tonight please San?” San sighs, lifting your chin patting the back of your head. “Fine, but next time let me meet your mom. I want to know everything there is about you okay?” You nod linking pinkies with him. “Deal. Now let’s watch Money Heist Shall we?”

The next morning you wake up in San’s arms as you share a blanket on the living room couch. You woke up fixing his messy black hair struck by his sleeping face. “Gosh you're even more dreamy when you're sleeping.” You checked the time on your phone and realized what time it was.

Pre-cal normally starts around 10, it was 11:20. “San gets up, we're late for class! We can’t miss this one Mr. Harris is giving us get extra credit today.” San woke right up alert as he wiped the drool from the side of his mouth.

“Dang, we gotta go. Here brush your teeth real fast, brush your hair and let’s roll.”

The two of you got ready as fast you could and hopped right on his motorcycle speeding through the traffic throughout the city.

You wrapped your arms around San the whole time scared you’ll fall on the motorcycle. San felt so happy whenever you depended on him for anything. “God I love this girl. I know they say I’m too young or going too fast, but I can’t help it.” He mumbled under his breath as he arrived at the school.

“Well well if it isn’t San and Y/N. You better be lucky you didn’t miss the test. We just got done playing Kahoot.” The two of you poured with your heads looking down feeling ashamed as you walked to your seats. The two of you took one last glimpse of each before Mr. Harris handed out the test.

This was it after everything you’ve been through this past month with San and your friends. The hard work was going to determine if you actually made it through or not. Mr. Harris gave you a whisper of encouragement you never heard in a long time except for your dad. “Y/N no matter what happens I’ll always be proud of you. Finish this strong.”

Mr. Harris' words almost moved you to tears as you smiled and nodded your head right back at him. Now you understand why Maria loved him so much he was always passionate about teaching and cared about your well-being.

You grabbed your pencil and your laptop as you started getting to work. The whole time you were nervous and a few questions caused you to slip up, but in the end, you remembered how to do most of the work. San seemed to be holding up just fine so you weren’t too worried about him, Angela would always double-check her work before turning it in and Chris was surprisingly focused the whole time.

As everyone finished their tests Mr. Harris checked everyone’s grades one by one slowly seeing their process.

He stands up taking off his glasses and says. “Class...congratulations on becoming seniors! Everyone has passed summer school. See you in the fall.”

Everyone screamed cheering as the paper was flying and everyone in the classroom cheered. “Yeah, you guys hang out at the carnival!” Chris screamed and everyone followed him out.

Before catching up with everyone you called your stepmom to tell her the good news with Mr. Harris next to you.

“Mom, I finally passed. Dad’s face right now you know he’s probably crying. It was all thanks to Mr. Harris too, he's the best teacher ever.”

You can hear your mom’s voice on the other end as she gets teary-eyed. “Your dad would definitely be so happy that you passed, but also pissed because he never wants you in summer school ever again.” The three of you laugh together as you share the happy news.

“I’m so sorry I doubted you and was super harsh y/n. I love you and just want you to succeed. Your my only banana muffin I got in this world so don’t pull off any dumb crap like this ever again.”

“Yes mom, you know I will. I made a promise to dad after all. I will graduate and stay close to you if it’s the last thing I do. Love you, I'm going to the carnival with my friends.”

Maria makes kissy noises back and says “I love you too. Don’t stay out too late. Matter of fact I’ll meet you there since me and Harris have a date anyways. See you there.” You hang up feeling emotional as you hug Mr. Harris.

Mr. Harris pats you on the back saying “Didn’t I tell you she’s very proud. Now I think you need to catch up with your friends before he leaves without you. I’ll meet you at the carnival.” Mr. Harris leaves the classroom giving you one last smile and heading out.

You walked in the hallway looking all around the school for San, luckily you found him in the science lab where he’s sitting by the window with a sad look on his face.

“San. We’ve gotta meet up with everyone at the carnival. Why are you here by yourself?”

San sighs, crossing his arms.

“There’s no point in celebrating. I tried reaching out to both of my parents to tell them about one of the biggest accomplishments in my life and as usual, they didn’t answer.” You sat right next to him at the window petting his head. “You know what, how dare they? Forget them.

You have a supportive big brother, an amazing group of friends, and the best teacher a school could ever ask for. You have a family right here and we’re proud of you.”

San lifts his head up as he sees your bright smile that always makes him helpless.

“You always know exactly what to say. What would I do without you?”

He links pinkies with you. “I really can’t wait for you to meet my stepmom. She gets on my nerves sometimes and we always tend to bump heads, but we always come right back together. Dad would’ve also loved you. He was always straight to the point and never held back. I loved that confidence he always had.”

“Oh yeah he did get into that accident last year, I’m so sorry about that.”

You shake your head “It’s alright, I’m still holding up just fine. I’m just happy to have you here with me plus I get to be seniors with you and everyone else.” San looks up at you one last time slowly leaning his face close to yours until your noses touch.

“Gosh, I wonder what would happen if I made out with Y/N in the science lab? The janitor would for sure catch us in the act.” You giggle flirting with him back.

“The only thing he would have to worry about cleaning up is the kiss marks that are going to be on your neck.”

“Wow, I didn’t know you were this playful. I love seeing this side of you.”

The two of you finally exchange a short yet sweet kiss in the orange sunset peeking against the window. It was going to last longer until Angela and Chris crashed the party with a loud knock on the door.

“Hurry up Freddy and Daphne the Scooby gang has to pull up at the carnival together. You guys can finish eating each other's faces off in the car. We can’t miss the flight of fear!”

The two of you looked at each other shrugging and walked together hand in hand out the classroom. “Well, I guess we will have to finish this on the carousel.” “Indeed, that sounds more romantic than making out while being surrounded by jars of disinfected frogs in the science lab.”

The two of you catch up with the rest of the seniors of class 2021 as you look forward to your last summer as juniors together. Today was going to be the day where you go all out and live like you're gonna die young.

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