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Chinese insider info suggests the game was going to go under investigation by apple AND the Chinese government.

This is because the Valko haters went a review bombed them. Removed their money from the game. Pushing the game to bankruptcy.

I believe if this strike goes on from any sides the game itself might go down.

The developers panicked with the government’s involvement in the mix. This is truly heartbreaking.

Disgusting behaviour from mostly the Chinese toxic girlies. Not all of them hated Valko but these girls went ahead and ruined the company that gave them the game that they survive on.

Yes Infold has problems. The game has missing content. But patience and constructive criticisms wouldn’t have pushed this situation to the brink.

For context they started making up shit on how Valko (a fictional character) is tied to the 731 situation.

It was a historic tragedy where the Japanese experimented on the people with biological chemical warfare.

My question is this game is a SCI FI game. Its whole premise is the fact that people are getting experimented on without their consent and turning into monsters and dying.

Our MC was a lab rat. Where were these concerns when the game was moving in this direction?

And media has always had its way having story lines that have usually already occurred. Because humans are disgustingly like that. That is why most of them write “this is purely fictional. If related to real life incident it is a total coincidence”.

If that was the story too it allows people to delve into the past and learn about the mistakes we as a society have refused to accept.

I blame the haters for bringing us to this point. You have threatened a company that (yes is money hungry but also) worked on this project for so long.

The extreme might push the game to stop development. So yes, this was violent and cruel. But we will fight for our content.

Because media is the voice of the mind. A platform is the stage where we speak out. Art is the expression of the soul.

There is no space for those who get their way with hate. You don’t love the LIs if you are willing to stoop so low to cheap ass tricks.

Think about it. What would your LI say if they found out you committed such a crime?

And to the people who continue to support and want Valko to be back. Even I hope we get him back. But there might be no hope.

Please reblog, like and comment so people read this

the stuff that they're posting is so vile, i even seen someone saying that valko looks black and put in a diff game for africans. the racism and supremacy I've on twitter has genuinely disgusted me

"im a low-level artist on the project team. the entire character design and pv (promotional video) for the new male lead were completed six months ago. we held meetings three times to warn upper management that dropping a character out of nowhere with zero pre-hype would definitely infuriate veteran players. we suggested extending the promotion period and balancing the content production for the old characters, but everything was rejected by management. the higher-ups only care about traffic and financing. they can't wait for players to argue their way onto the trending searches to boost popularity.

✧ summary: verity needs you to stay with him, he needs you to need him. So you show him all the love you can, always treating him so wonderfully. It drives him wild

✧ tags: humanoid!verity x caring!reader, fluff, slight angst, mentions of attachment issues, harsh loving, harsh romance, overly affectionate, no gender specified, obsessive verity, romantic relationship, no smut, sfw, touchy!reader x touchy!verity, begging, slight worship, verity in a suit/humanoid.

✧ Time stamp: after the chase. you calmed him down by coming back to him, but he still felt uncared for.

╰┈➤side note: I’m sorry for any mischaracterization. I’ve been stuck on him for awhile, and seeing very little fan fictions of him makes me want to add some of my own. Poor verity needs sum love. (Uhm this can be slightly confusing to think about either being consciously in or out of the game)

Verity has been so needy after what happened. He seemed to believe your words, and truly wanted to trust you that you wouldn’t leave. Sometimes he’d always ask you strange questions like,

“Why do you need to go trade with villagers, when you can stay here with me?”

“do you ever think of me outside of the game?”

It was all strange to you, how verity will get slightly ticked off by the slightest things. For example, how you’d try to go to villages for trades or how you’d sometimes not bring verity along on your adventures, even if they were only a few meters from your base.

Curently, you had just woke up, alright starting your day off with some classic mining. You’d let verity follow you, he’d help you by telling you where all the useful ores you need.

He loved helping his favorite new friend. He wanted to see you everywhere, he loved how you kept him so close from now on.

“Hey verity! Do you know where the nearest villagers are?” You said, spinning your head back to look at him.

“80 blocks to the west!!” He said in his usual joyful tone. He seemed really happy to be with you right now.

You nodded, softly grabbing his hand. Verity stared at your hand in his for a moment, he suddenly looked back up at you, his cheeks flushing a gentle light pink.

After the village, you’re in your house crafting the supplies you’d need for the nether. Verity wasn’t too far, he was standing by, watching your every move.

He was awfully quiet since you got back home from the village, you were getting slightly anxious from the prolonged silence. You decided to form some sort of conversation with him.

“Hey verity, do you know some supplies I’d need for the nether?” You looked at him, verity paying attention to the sound of your voice.

The silence stretched for a little bit, before verity finally spoke up.

“Why do you need to go there? I’m right here, I can give you everything you need” verity spoke in a quick, desperate voice. It made you even more nervous, not wanting to make him upset again like that one night.

“Uhm, what do you mean?” You replied, tilting your head slightly at the little context given to his question.

“Ask me for the supplies you need.” Verity said in a flat tone, stepping slightly close to you. You turned your body to face him completely.

“Can… you give me some eyes of ender?” You spoke, slightly hesitant at his request.

Verity suddenly dropped half a stack of eyes of ender infront of you. You were stunted, slowly taking them in shock. You smiled up at him.

You took a few steps to him, your arms spreading out to hug him.

“Thank you!! I really didn’t know you could do that” you beamed, hugging him tighter then any normal hug you’ve given him.. Verity pausing for a moment, before wrapping his arms around you.

You gently pressed a soft kiss to his circular cheek, verity perking up st the sudden impact of your lips on him.

Out of all of his years.. out of all the people who left, he’s never had someone like this. He needed to keep you, he couldn’t ever let you leave.

Verity stayed quiet, but as soon as you tried to pull away, his grip tightened. Of course not enough to hurt you, but enough for you to know he wants you to stay put.

“Please do that again. Please kiss me again, please don’t leave me. Please take me everywhere with you, let me take care of you.” He rambled on, his mouth forming a wide smile, verity’s teeth showing.

“Verity.. I—“

“Please. Please [reader], pleasepleaseplease I’m not gonna ask again.” He begged, his voice getting more desperate and annoyed by the second, his hands shaking as he gripped you.

You gently pressed your lips to mouth. He had no lips but whatever works for you. Verity’s hands went to your cheeks, his hands grasping your face gently.

Once you pulled away, he stared at your face with his usual smile. But it was wider, his eyes looked so lovesick, he looked so dangerous.

“You won’t leave right? You’ll stay here and let me care for you? Always come back for me. Always.. let me be with you?” He said with a shaky tone, his hands still resting on your cheeks.

“Of course not, verity. I’ll try my best to always be here with you. And even when I’m offline, I think about you” you said with a smile. Your hands resting on his waist as you leaned your head on his chest.

“Promise me.” He had an almost silent tone. He was extremely love struck. He wanted to always feel, see, hear you everywhere. It drove him crazy how you always cared, how you always loved him.

“I promise, verity.” You said with a soft hum, your eyes closing gently as you rested on his chest. Verity looked down at you, his smile still spread across his face.

He’d finally found someone who won’t leave him. Who’ll love him forever. Who’ll stay with him. Who’ll expect him.

✧ During night time

Verity had his own little room next to your bed upstairs. It was perfect to watch you sleep throughout the night. He loved seeing how your face scrunched up, how your cheeks squished together against the pillow, he noticed everything about you. Every single thing.

You were just about to go to bed, you noticed verity across the room, just laying there. He seemed lost in thought when you stared longer.

“Uhm, Hey verity.” Your tired voice filled the silence, sitting your body up on your bed. Verity immediately sat up once he heard your voice.

“How may I help you, dear?” He said, his voice oddly cheerful from how late it was at night.

“Would you like to lay down with me?” You said suddenly, pulling out a bed from the village you stole from, and placing it next to yours. Verity stayed silent for a moment, analyzing your face.

“Yes..” he said, slowly getting up and walked over to your bed, sitting down next to you. He gently plopped down, his smile widening ever so slightly.

Verity loved looking close up at you. You were so amazing in his eyes. You were his everything, something that kept him sane.

“Goodnight my love.” You said with a yawn, stretching your arms as you laid down.

“Good.. night, dear.” He said, his eyes still fixated on your face. He was gonna make sure you stayed forever.

Yandere!RichBoyfriend x Loser!Reader

You are, by all societal metrics, an absolute degenerate. You haven't touched grass in months, your sleep schedule is entirely dictated by tournament brackets, and your primary source of dopamine is starting flame wars in the comment sections of competitive gaming forums. You spend twenty hours a day in a dim room, surrounded by empty energy drink cans, aggressively typing slurs at teenagers online. You are a certified, unwashed loser, and your gorgeous, multi-millionaire Yandere!RichBoyfriend thinks you are the most precious thing to ever walk the earth.

Yandere!RichBoyfriend is a highly successful corporate executive who dresses in tailored suits and conducts high-level board meetings, yet his phone is constantly buzzing with notifications from your stream or your social media rants. Yandere!RichBoyfriend doesn’t just tolerate your online toxicity; he finds it incredibly endearing. While he’s sitting in a glass high-rise negotiating business mergers, he’ll casually scroll through your latest 40-tweet manifesto where you’re cyberbullying a random streamer over a video game patch, a soft, doting smile appearing on his face. "Look at them go," he’ll think proudly. "So passionate."

Yandere!RichBoyfriend completely funds your pathetic lifestyle, and he does it with an intense, possessive joy. He treats your bank account like a bottomless pit for bad decisions. If you mention offhand that you want a rare $5,000 legacy skin for an obscure first-person shooter, the money is transferred to your digital wallet within 30 seconds. You’ll be mid-match, screaming into your headset, and a notification will pop up: Account Credited by your Yandere!RichBoyfriend. He doesn't care if you're wasting his wealth on literal pixels; he loves knowing that every ounce of entertainment you experience is entirely branded by his wallet.

Yandere!RichBoyfriend thrives on the fact that your lifestyle makes you completely dependent on him. He wants you to be an unmarketable, anti-social hermit because it means no one else will ever see your value or try to take you away from him. If you ever have a rare moment of clarity, looking at your messy room and muttering that maybe you should get a part-time job or go back to school, he will instantly shut it down with overwhelming, suffocating luxury. He’ll crawl into your gaming chair, pull you into his lap, and kiss your forehead. "Why would you ever do that, sweetheart? The outside world is exhausting and cruel. Stay right here. Buy your skins. Let me take care of the bills. You belong in this room with me."

Yandere!RichBoyfriend handles your terrible hygiene and health habits with a doting, overbearing discipline. Left to your own devices, you would survive entirely on instant ramen and stale chips. He compensates by hiring a private chef to drop off gourmet, nutrient-dense meals at your desk, forcing you to eat them while he sits on the edge of your bed watching you. If you haven't showered in three days because of a competitive grind, he won't be disgusted. Instead, he will literally carry you out of your gaming chair, run a warm bath, and wash your hair himself, turning your lazy neglect into an opportunity to handle you like a fragile doll.

Yandere!RichBoyfriend is your silent partner-in-crime when it comes to your online feuds. If a group of internet trolls starts ganging up on you and doxxing your account, they don't realize they've just signed their own corporate death warrants. Your boyfriend won't just report them; he will hire private data analysts to track down their real identities. By the next morning, the people who were bullying you online will find themselves fired from their jobs, kicked out of their universities, or facing sudden, mysterious lawsuits. He will hand you his tablet while you're waking up, showing you the data. "Look, love. The people who stressed you out yesterday no longer have internet access. You can play your games in peace now."

The true extent of his madness is that Yandere!RichBoyfriend has designed your entire environment to keep you a permanent, pampered prisoner. He loves that you are too socially anxious and lazy to leave the apartment. He has effectively built a high-tech, luxury fortress around your degeneracy. You are a toxic, screen-addicted loser to the rest of the world, but to him, you are a perfectly captured creature trapped in a digital terrarium, and he will gladly spend millions of dollars keeping you greasy, comfortable, and entirely his until the end of time.

Yandere!RichBoyfriend has a literal, calendar-tracked intervention system for your clothing. Left to your own devices, you would comfortably live, sleep, and sweat in the exact same oversized, food-stained grey anime hoodie for six weeks straight. He draws the line at biological warfare. He’ll walk into your dark gaming cave, pinch the hood between two fingers with a deeply amused but firm look, and pull you out of your chair. "Sweetheart, we’ve crossed the thirty-day mark. This hoodie can practically stand up on its own. It’s going in the incinerator." You’ll whine and fight him for it, but he’ll already have a plush, $1,200 designer replacement waiting on your bed pre-washed with his personal signature cologne so you smell exactly like him the second you put it on.

Yandere!RichBoyfriend treats your disgusting desk setup like a toxic waste site that he is privileged to clean. While you’re fast asleep at 7:00 AM after a grueling 14-hour ranked session, he’ll quietly slip into your room in his pristine Tom Ford suit before heading to the office. He’ll methodically collect the mountain of empty energy drink cans, the crusty delivery boxes, and the crumpled chip bags, wiping down your custom mechanical keyboard with specialized tech-wipes. He doesn’t find it gross; he honestly finds it deeply comforting. The messier your desk is, the more it proves you haven't left the room, and that makes his possessive heart soar.

Yandere!RichBoyfriend has a massive, hilarious double standard when it comes to toxic behavior. If you tell someone on Twitter to delete their account and jump off a bridge over a bad movie take, he thinks you're a comedic genius and will literally bookmark the tweet to show his executive buddies as "peak modern satire." But if a random user replies to you, calling you "clueless" or "lazy," his entire corporate demeanor drops into pure malice. He will literally use his company's legal department to issue cease-and-desist letters for "digital harassment" to random teenagers across the country just to protect your right to be a menace in peace.

Yandere!RichBoyfriend handles your absolute lack of a sleep schedule by forcefully adapting his own. He knows you won't log off until the server resets at 4:00 AM, so he’ll bring his work laptop into your room, sitting on your bed under the dim glow of your RGB strip lights, quietly approving multi-million dollar corporate budgets while listening to you scream at your teammates through your headset. The second your match ends and you let out an exhausted groan, he’s already behind you, massaging your tense, hunched-over shoulders. "Good job tonight, love. You carried. Now, bed. I have a board meeting in three hours and I need to cuddle my favorite loser."

Yandere!RichBoyfriend weaponizes your laziness to ensure you never have a reason to interact with another human being in the physical world. If your PC mouse starts clicking weirdly, you don't even have to look up a replacement. By the time you wake up the next afternoon, three different top-of-the-line gaming mice will be neatly unboxed on your desk. You don't have to talk to the delivery guy, you don't have to run errands, and you don't have to look at the sun. Yandere!RichBoyfriend has streamlined your entire existence into a seamless pipeline of digital instant gratification, completely cutting off any survival instinct that might force you to step outside.

Yandere!RichBoyfriend has a habit of "buying out" entire gaming servers or lobbies if he thinks they're making you too stressed. If you’re throwing a massive, keyboard-slamming tantrum because a specific multiplayer game is riddled with cheaters or has terrible queue times, he won't tell you to play something else. Instead, he’ll make a few phone calls, buy a massive block of shares in the indie dev studio, and force them to fast-track a private, dedicated server just for your IP address. He’ll walk into your room and slide a glass of iced coffee onto your desk, kissing your cheek. "There you go, sweetheart. I bought the devs. The netcode should be fixed now. Go break some hearts."

platonic yandere popular guys x shy male reader

warnings: yandere tendencies, homophobia (there nothing romantic on readers end but it’s mentioned), jealousy, violence, bruising, swearing

I do not condone the actions in this, all of this work is fictional and should not be practiced in real life

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the lunch bell rang, you got up and headed out of the classroom to the door which was closest to your classroom

you checked your phone for notifications, crossing the street to the gas station nearby

you stepped inside, the smell of gasoline and cookie crumbs lingering

your eyes wandered over to the fridges holding cold drinks, the rows going up to the ceiling

looking around the rows you wondered which one you should pick, before you caught glimpse of one in the corner of your eye

jarritos

you opened the door, getting hit with gentle coolness from the fans blowing in the back, pulling one out before letting go of the door, gently shutting behind you

looking around you grabbed a bag of chips and a candy bar before heading to the counter, handing over the items

the woman in the closed off area for the register scanned the items then turning to you

“Seven forty seven, please”

you pulled out your wallet, handing over a ten dollar bill, which she grabbed with her long red nails, quickly grabbing the change and handing it to you

“would you like a bag?”

you nodded

she got a small plastic bag, placing everything inside before handing it to you

“have a nice day, young man”

“you too”

you said softly, before walking out

when you got back you sat down on the grass in a non busy part of the field, grabbing the soda and reaching into your bag for your bottle opener, flicking the top off with a soft pop

you brought it to your lips, sighing at the sweet taste

“what’re you doing?”

you jumped slightly, looking behind you to see one of your class mates, his brown eyes looking down at you in confusion

“oh, hi Daren, I’m just, having lunch”

you said, turning back around to reach into your bag for your chips

“you’re just having junk food? And barely any food at that?”

he leaned against the wall, a small frown forming on his face

“I mean I don’t mind, I don’t really get that hungry anyways”

you opened your chips, before looking back at him

“why aren’t you with your friends right now?”

he shrugged, leaning back

“they’re going to get food, one is picking me up something too”

he paused

“do you eat like, pizza?”

you nodded

“I mean yeah, who doesn’t?”

you grinned, eating you chips

he nodded, turning and walking away to head inside

“That was weird, why does he even care anyway?”

you shrugged, paying it no mind

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lunch just ended and you had made it before the bell to your fifth hour, which happened to be English

you sat down in your desk, scrolling on your phone before class started

you heard footsteps before someone stopped directly in front of your desk

you looked up

“Daren?”

he looked down at you, handing over a pizza box

“yeah hi, I didn’t know if you liked cheese or pepperoni so I got you half of each

you blinked in confusion

“uh thanks, but why?”

you looked back at him, to which he shrugged, looking at the clock

“well i gotta scram, see ya”

he quickly left, leaving you with the box which was still warm

you blinked before looking down, opening it up and grabbing a slice

a smile formed on your lips, it was pretty good, you should probably find a way to pay him back

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the next morning Daren sat in his first hour which you two shared

he sat in his seat surrounded by his friends, talking about upcoming sports games or something like that

you walked into the room quietly, holding a small paper bag, taking a quick breath before walking over to his desk

“uh, excuse me?”

he looked over at you, along with his friends

“yeah, what’s up?”

he leaned forward, his eyes landing on the bag in your hands, which you placed on his desk and quickly made your way to your seat

he and his friends peered inside the bag, looking to see what you had given him

he reached in, pulling out a small jar, not exactly sure of its contents

“what is it?”

one of his friends questioned, to which he shrugged, grabbing the spoon in the bag, popping the lid off and grabbing a small scoop full

his eyes lit up at the taste

“holy fuck that’s good; I think it’s like one of those cheesecake jar things”

he whispered, taking another bite, speeding up how fast he was eating

“yo let me try”

one leaned over

“no way, Chris! This is mine!”

“come one dude! Don’t be so greedy!”

you watched them fight over the dessert, which lead to him pretty much inhaling it before anyone else could even breath in its smell just as the bell rung

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the bell rung, signaling to have students head to their next hours

you got up, heading to the door but felt a soft tap on your shoulder

you turned your head, seeing Daren and his friends

you felt a pit in your stomach, what did they want?

“uh, yeah?”

you backed away slightly

one of them leaned forward, grinning

“could you make more of those? They looked hella good!”

you nodded, watching as he was pulled away, Daren glaring down at him

“Eric! You’re scaring him!”

“My bad, my bad”

“I can probably bring more tomorrow, I might have to pick up some more ingredients though”

they all nodded, watching as you left

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when you got home you put your bag on the floor, heading to the kitchen to check for ingredients in the pantry

you gathered up the different things needed along with some mason jars and quickly got to work

a an hour and a few bowls later they were done with making them

you quickly put them in the fridge before heading to go do your homework

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the next day before class started you went to go find them, wandering around the hallways, peering past corners but not too far from your first hour

you felt a tap on your shoulder, you spun around, still a little nervous, this wasn’t Daren, Chris, or Eric, but definitely one of them, more quiet but still loud non the less

“you brought them, right?”

he asked, peering down at you, as you nodded back, holding up the bag

he grinned, wrapping his arm around your shoulder, walking with you to first period

he talked softly about something involving football while you walked inside

the group was laughing on about something you couldn’t quite understand before they turned to the both of you

“hey Mark, you found him?”

he nodded, pushing you forward a little bit

“ah sweet you brought us those desserts!”

Chris grinned, leaning forward on his desk

you pulled out the jars, handing one to each of them along with a fork

they each popped the lids off, tasting the crumb of what seemed to be a jar brownie

“bro this is gas!”

Eric yelled, gently shoving you

Mark nodded, leaning against Chris

“this is really good”

you grinned at them, watching as they quickly finished up, they all seemed to really enjoy the dessert you had made

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lunch rolled around a lot quicker then you anticipated, you walked out of your class, heading to the doors before you felt yourself pulled back

you yelped, taken a back at suddenly being grabbed

you turned around to see Eric grinning at you

“Where ya goin’ bud?”

“the gas station?”

you pulled his arm off, quickly making your way out the doors as Eric stood there, hands in his pockets, before quickly heading in the opposite direction

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you were looking around at the selection of items when the doors bell went off

you didn’t pay it any mind, opening the fridge door to grab a strawberry jarrito, checking to see if it was damaged

“watchu got there?”

you looked over your shoulder to see Mark, his pale blue eyes staring at you

“oh, uh, just a drink”

he nodded, watching as you grabbed a bag of chips and a small container of little chocolates

you went to the register to pay before mark gently pushed you aside and pulled out his own wallet

the woman scanned the items, counting up the total

“fourteen thirty one”

he pulled out a couple of bills, grabbing his items and handing you yours

she handed him his change

“have a nice day, gentlemen”

he nodded, grabbing you gently and heading out

“wait wait, I have to pay you back!”

you looked up at him, quickly stopping, and grabbing out a few bills to which he quickly put them back

“don’t sweat it dude, I just wanted to be nice”

he turned, signaling for you to follow him

you headed back into the building, walking over to a lunch table filled with several other people

you sat in empty chair, scrolling on your phone as everyone talked about the latest episode of the new drama series

Eric leaned against you, watching you scroll, you didn’t really play it much mind, not like you had much to hide anyway

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this went on for a few before you were considered to be a part of their little group

you happened to be the nicest of them which was helpful for getting out of situations with teachers, but not as easy for girls who were into them

especially when they had influence

one girl in particular, Mika, had it BAD for Chris, she was trying everything to get him to like her back but it wasn’t working, he was just paying attention to you

he was always with his friends but especially you, what did you have? Was he gay for you or some bullshit?

you were always beside him and the others, always cuddled up with you, always buying you things, always sharing food, you you you! What did you have that she didn’t?

she was pretty, popular, skinny, blonde, had good grades, was part of the volleyball team, was always nice to him, it wasn’t fair!

she was getting sick of it, and she was going to get what she wanted

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you were heading back home after school, walking through the neighborhood, but soon you felt yourself being uncomfortable

it didn’t feel right, this neighborhood wasn’t known for being bad, in fact it was a rather nice neighborhood, but it felt wrong

you looked over your shoulder, seeing Mika and a few of her friends not to far behind you, glaring you down

you didn’t know what it was, maybe the way she was looking, but you ran, you ran and ran to who knew where

and she wasn’t to far behind, and neither were her friends

you cut through a tree filled area, completely concealing yourself

she scowled, screaming for you to come out and face her

somehow neither she or her friends noticed you coming out only a few feet away and booking it all the way back to your house

when you got back you fell to the floor; leaning against the white painted door as you held your head in your hands

you knew you weren’t going crazy

you knew they wanted something but you weren’t sure what

“I probably shouldn’t go to school tomorrow, or the day after”

you mumbled

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you didn’t go to school for the next week, you did the work online but you didn’t show up

the four were worried, they didn’t have your number which was kind of ironic and they didn’t know where you lived

they just waited, worried for when you would come back, it wasn’t a big deal in the grand scheme of things but to them it was because they didn’t like how you weren’t there

Mika used this as an opportunity to try and engage with Chris, coming with him to lunch, sitting with him in class, talking with him during passing time, but it wasn’t exact working

he was still so focused on finding you, and why you weren’t at school, talking with the rest of the group instead

this wasn’t part of her plan at all, so what was she going to do? She’d figure it out

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the next week you decided to come to school a little later, as a way to not draw attention to yourself

you came in right as lunch started, pressing the button to the office, which the secretary inside unlocked the door

you headed to your different classes when you saw the halls clear up, giving them the paper assignments you were able to get your parents to pick up for you

once you finished up with those you suddenly stopped, looking behind yourself

you froze

Mika was standing behind you, before you could run she grabbed you, covering your mouth and dragging you into the gender neutral bathroom, slamming you against a wall in one of the stalls

you groaned, rubbing the back of your head

“what is your problem?”

you hissed, she gritted her teeth

“my problem? My problem is that I like someone and you’re in the way!”

“exactly how is that my fault?”

“because he only pays attention to you! “Oh he’s so sweet!” “Oh he’s always there for me!” “Oh I love how he makes desserts!” you You YOU! IT’S ALWAYS JUST YOU!”

she heaved, grabbing your shirt and punching you in the eye

you screamed, to which she shoved you on the ground and began stomping on you as you covered your head with your arms

after a few minutes she ran out of the bathroom, leaving you alone as you felt yourself feeling falling into unconsciousness

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Eric was walking through the halls, when he saw Mika running up the stairs from the gender neutral bathroom

he wasn’t sure what, but something told him to check it out, especially because of how creepy she had gotten lately

he walked inside, looking around before recognizing your shoes from under the stall

his eyes widened as he slammed the door open as he saw you laying on the floor

“Oh my god, OH MY GOD!”

he kneeled down, trying to shake you awake, quickly he gathered you in his arms, carefully trying to make sure you didn’t get hurt

he ran down the hall into the front office

the staff inside looked in shock and horror as he panted heavily

“what the hell happened to him?!”

one of the counselors asked, running over and checking your face which was against Eric’s shoulder

“I-I don’t know, I was walking around and went to the bathroom, then I saw him in one of the stalls unconscious on the floor”

the secretary pointed to a chair for him to sit in, which he quickly went over to, holding you gently, thinking over everything before realizing something, when he saw Mika running she had blood on her hand and shoes

“can I call my friends?”

the secretary shook her head

“no, they shouldn’t be-“

“I think they know some information that can help”

she looked back at him, at you, before sighing and nodding

he pulled out his phone, calling Daren who answered after a couple rings

“yo what’s up?”

“you, Chris, and Mark need to come to the office, now”

“why-“

“NOW!”

he sighed before handing up, after a few minutes they walked inside, noticing you unconscious in Eric’s arms

they ran over to the both of you, checking to see if you were okay

“what the hell happened?”

Mark asked, holding your face gently

“you know how Mika has been kind of jealous lately?”

they didn’t need anything else, everything made sense

you groaned, opening your eyes as tried to sit up to which Eric stopped you

“what… where am I?”

“the office, what who did this?”

“uh, Mika, she said I was like, causing Chris to not pay attention to her and needed to stop or some bullshit”

Chris narrowed his eyes, sitting upright

“I knew she was a bitch, but I wouldn’t expect her to go this far”

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your parents had picked you up and taken you home, but Daren, Chris, and Eric were still pissed, Chris got up and went over to the principal

“so what’s going to happen?”

“we’ve contacted the police and her parents for a meeting, we’ll have to see what goes on from there”

he nodded, clenching and unclenching his fists

“this is so fucked up”

he muttered, Daren pulled him over to the rest of the group, patting his shoulder

“I know bro, I know”

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within half an hour Mika, her parents, and a few cops were in a meeting with the principal and vice principal, talking about the situation

once the meeting was over the principal came out, seeming disappointed

“what happened?”

Eric whispered, waiting for a response

“there’s not really much we can do, the police said we needed camera evidence and Mika’s parents are defending her so hard that they’re thinking of letting it go, currently the most we can do is suspend her for the next week”

“only a week suspension? That’s not fair! He was literally bruised so hard he passed out!”

Mark yelled, sitting upward

“I know, I tried to prove that it was true but they wouldn’t listen, I really wish I could do more but this is all I legally can do, if something else comes up there’s a higher chance we can actually bring legally enforcement into this”

the office members shook their heads in annoyance and disappointment, this was truly disgusting

“I think you four should head to class, I’ll write you all passes”

he grabbed a few notes and scribbled down their names and “exempt”

the each grabbed the passes begrudgingly and made their way out

they all muttered about how unfair it was

“this is such bullshit”

“yeah well what are we gonna do?”

Chris said, the rest looking back at him

“what do you mean?”

Mark questioned, turning himself to fully face him

“I mean, the principal said there was much HE could do, that doesn’t mean we can’t”

they paused, thinking about jt

“let’s skip each of our sport practices today, we’ll meet at my house”

Chris said, to which they all nodded

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the next week Mika came back to school, everyone was treating her normally, acting as if nothing happened aside from the “weird” kids who had heard about what she had done, but she didn’t care about them anyway

after school she was at her locker, putting away some notes or something when she heard a whistle

she turned around to see Chris leaning against a locker

she blushed and went over to him

“Hi, uh, how are you?”

“I’m good, how about you?”

“I’ve been good, kinda annoying how I got suspended last week”

he nodded, pushing himself off the locker

“say, how about me and you hand out tomorrow after school?”

her eyes widened as she felt her chest grow warm

“r-really?”

he nodded, a smile forming on his freckled face

“yeah, I’ll meet you in the English hallway by the gender neutral bathroom”

she nodded excitedly, her smile growing wider and wider

“Alright then, I’ll meet you tomorrow, also don’t tell anyone so it doesn’t ruin anything”

he turned, heading outside, leaving her there practically shaking in excitement

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the next day when the dismissal bell rung she quickly made her way to the English hallway by the gender neutral bathroom where Chris was waiting

“hey”

she said, smiling up at him, to which he nodded

“before we go, ima go use the bathroom, wanna come?”

she nodded, walking inside as Chris followed shortly behind her

“So you-“

she started, but was quickly grabbed by her shirt and dragged into the largest stall where Daren, Eric, and Mark were standing, eyes narrowed

she panicked, trying to pry Chris off but was slammed onto the floor, she coughed as she gasped heavily

“so, what was your problem with our friend again?”

Daren asked, kneeling down and grabbing a fistful of her hair, making her shriek

“I-I didn’t do anything! I just-“

“No don’t fucking lie to me you bitch”

he shoved her face against the cold tiles, Eric put his foot on her back to keep her down as she began to sob

“please! Let me go! I promise I won’t do it again!”

“you shouldn’t have done it the first time”

Mark muttered

“you having a crush on me is fine, but to get so jealous you hurt our friend is just disgusting”

Chris sneered, kneeling down and punching her nose, making it bleed

they went at for a minute until she was sobbing uncontrollably

“we never want to hear you do that to him again, if we do, we’ll make sure it ends up worse than this”

Chris grinned, getting up off the floor as everyone went out, leaving her to feel pity in how own situation

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the next day they were all called into the office to meet about something

when they got inside they saw the principal, Mika, her parents, and a police officer

“sit down please”

they each sat next to each other, seeming rather calm at the situation at hand, the principal turned to them

“we have been told that you attacked Mika yesterday after school?”

“no, we were all busy that day”

Daren said, rolling his eyes

“liars! You beat the shit out of me!”

“please don’t swear Mika, but you say that you were busy yesterday, busy doing what?”

“we had to go and meet at the library with another group for a science project”

they all nodded in agreement

“ask Melody, she was the one in charge of her groups project”

he nodded

“I’ll ask her after lunch today if that’s true, but how does that explain the bruising?”

“how would we know? We weren’t there”

the principal nodded, turning to the police officer, Mika, and her parents

“well there’s not really much we can do”

“what are you talking about?! Our daughter is black and blue!”

her mother screamed

“well we can check with Melody and her science group, but we don’t have cameras to prove they actually did anything in that part of the hallway, and it’s illegal to have cameras in bathrooms so we wouldn’t have evidence inside the bathrooms either”

“you’re defending these boys who beat our daughter?”

her father sneered

“sir please calm down or you’ll need to leave”

the principal leaned back, reaching for his phone to call Melody and those in her group

shortly after they arrived in the meeting room calmly

“you wanted to see us, sir?”

“yes, would you know where these boys were yesterday after school?”

“yes, they were with us in the library for our science project, part of it involves sharing with another group which we didn’t have time to do in class”

one of the girls reached for her phone, showing a video of them in the library only minutes after school ended in the library, diagrams lined next to each other

he nodded, turning back to the parents

“based on these reports and the evidence they’ve shown it’s clear that it wasn’t possible for them to have been there when she was hurt according to your time of being attacked, Mika”

“YOU BITCH!”

she reached over to try and punch him, but was grabbed by the police officer

“ma’am, you’ve already been in trouble, but doing this is making your situation worse, in fact based on what I’ve read this can be means for being expelled, isn’t that right, sir?”

the principal nodded

“these events along with other situations in the past such as the bullying that you’ve done in middle school has made me wonder if expulsion is a good idea, and based off everything I think it’s been long over due”

she stopped, staring back at him

“what? No! You can’t do that! That’s not fair!”

she tried prying away

“alright we’re going to need to escort you off the campus”

the officer got up, holding her by the arm as she sobbed and screamed, her parents shortly behind her

once they were outside the principal turned to Daren, Mark, Chris, and Eric

“I know what actually happened”

their faces dropped, they turned away but heard a chuckle

“I never said I was mad, in fact I’m glad, I’ve been wanting her to leave for a while”

they looked back at him, in slight disbelief, was he being serious?

“alright, you all need to get out now, I’ve got work to do”

everyone nodded, quickly filing out into the hallway

once outside Daren pulled out a few cities, handing them over to each of the girls

“thanks for covering for us”

Melody nodded

“it was deserved, she needed to get lost”

one of the girls chirped, tossing her pink hair grinning

“yeah Quinn, I agree”

The other girl nodded, fidgeting with her spiked cuffs

“Quinn and Claire both were already on board before money was involved”

Melody said, grinning back at them

“thanks again, you three were life savers”

Chris chuckled

“don’t mention it, and if you need help, we probably can figure something out”

Melody leaned back with her hands behind her head

“well we better scram, don’t want one of those hall monitors getting pissy with us”

Mark noted, to which everyone nodded, leading to everyone to disperse

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the next day you came into school, head low and slightly worried

you peeked your head into your first hour class, noticing the four sitting at one of the desks chattering on and on

you stepped inside, looking over at them, to which the quickly noticed

“Hey bud! Come over here”

Daren grinned, waving you over with a smile

you quickly made you way over, grinning just as wide, they squished you gently in a group hug, talking about how they missed you and what they should do after school

you sighed, leaning against them, closing your eyes as their embrace made you feel warm

you were safe, they’d always make sure to be there for you

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HIIII!!

“You haven’t posted since May and it’s nearly July!!”

okay and?? A girl needs to let herself rest, anyways, I’m glad u read this!! I worked a lot on this and this is also really long

I love Rocktiz, but I can't draw him with human Grace because I'm just too attached to the interspecie bond between Grace and Rocky. It's the soul of the movie and its so beautiful.

The human Rocky AU and eridian Grace AU down there, since i really liked the linearts its a shame they're so hidden

“Niko, let’s go bowling.”

“I’m a bit busy.”

“But, cousin, my team is in the Champions League!”

While calling his cousin, Niko always enjoys spending time with Roman. Still, sometimes his criminal life interferes with the few joys he has in life.

“Champions League? I thought you just started with an amateur team.”

“Y-Yeah, but… uhh…” Roman quickly tries to think of a good response. “But with your help, we can get there! Do it for me, cousin.”

Although busy, Niko figures he can make some time for Roman. “Fine, I’ll come.”

“Thank you! Thank you!” Roman instantly sounds grateful. “I’m forever in your debt!”

-

Wearing a red bowling shirt he got from Roman, Niko is prepared to help his cousin out. The Bowling Roman-Empire is the name of the team, which doesn’t surprise Niko. He walks over to the table, spotting Roman along with the other two teammates.

“There he is! Everyone, this is my cousin and our savior, Niko.” Roman gestures for his cousin to join them. With a hand on Niko’s back, the team leader introduces the others. “Niko, these two are my friends and teammates. We’ve got Bucky and Y/N.”

“It’s nice to meet you.” Niko greets them plainly.

“Good to meet you too.” Y/N replies. “Roman has been hyping you up. You any good?”

“I can aim. That’s all you need to know.” Niko comments dryly.

Y/N chuckles. “Good, because if we lose, Roman will cry for weeks. No pressure.”

After a few minutes, the match begins. They’re up against the Gutter Kings, their rival team. Despite the name, they’re quite good. Determined to win, the Roman-Empire sticks to their order: Roman goes first, followed by Niko, then Y/N, and finally Bucky.

With drinks on the table, the match starts. Roman and the first player from the opposing team step forward, each grabbing a ball. As Roman prepares to roll, the ball suddenly slips from his fingers and lands straight in the gutter.

“Fuck!” Roman curses under his breath as he watches the other player knock down seven pins. Grumbling, he grabs another ball. “Goddamn butterfingers…!”

“Calm down.” Niko says simply. “We just started.”

“Yeah.” Y/N chimes in. “Getting pissed off now will only make things worse.”

“I know, I know. No worries.” Roman forces a smile. “Now… let me show you what I really can do.”

With a confident smirk, Roman rolls the ball with full force. It seems to be heading straight for a strike, but at the last second, it veers slightly to the left, knocking down only three pins.

Roman stares in shock, struggling to process his poor start. The opposing team snickers, mocking him. Without a word, Niko stands up, placing a reassuring hand on his cousin’s shoulder.

“Let me help you out.”

Roman sighs in disappointment and takes his seat while Niko grabs a ball. Stepping up to the lane, he takes his time, rolling the ball with perfect steadiness and precision. Within seconds, all ten pins collapse—a strike.

Roman’s mood instantly shifts. “Well done, cousin!”

Y/N looks impressed as well, while Niko remains unfazed.

“Holy shit… you’re great.”

The Gutter Kings don’t seem as impressed. “Beginner’s luck…” One of them mutters.

Now it’s Y/N’s turn. On his first roll, he knocks down seven pins, then clears the rest on his second, earning the team a solid score. Though Roman’s weak performance drags the overall total down, Niko and Y/N’s consistent scores keep them ahead of the other team.

As Bucky steps up for his turn, Y/N leans over to chat with Niko.

“So, was that really beginner’s luck? Or pure skill?”

“I don’t rely on luck.” Niko replies matter-of-factly.

Y/N raises an eyebrow, impressed by how effortlessly confident Niko sounds. “You’re an interesting man.” He grabs his bottle of beer and clinks it against Niko’s. As they drink, the conversation continues.

“What do you do for a living?” Y/N asks.

“I do odd jobs for people who need things handled. Sometimes it’s deliveries… sometimes security work.”

“Ah.” Y/N nods knowingly. “Well, I won’t judge or pry.”

“You’re an odd guy.” Niko comments, used to people either fearing or condemning him.

Y/N scoffs. “Says you.”

“…Yeah? I just said that.” Niko responds flatly.

Y/N laughs, amused by how serious Niko is. The criminal, meanwhile, remains puzzled, not quite sure what’s so funny.

-

It’s around the mid-point of the game. Right now, The Bowling Roman-Empire is losing by five points. Despite that, the team remains confident, especially with Niko performing so well. After landing another strike, Niko returns to his seat, receiving a high-five from Y/N. The star player awkwardly accepts it.

As Y/N finishes his turn and sits back down, he starts chatting with Niko and Roman. “You never mentioned Niko is a better bowler than you.”

“T-That’s not true.” Roman laughs nervously. “I’m just giving him the spotlight.” He pats his cousin’s shoulder. “Trying to make him seem better than he actually is.”

“Is that your new excuse?” Niko asks casually.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Roman says, still trying to save face. Before the two can further expose him, he quickly changes the subject. “So, Y/N, you still single?”

“Yeah. Why? Found me a date?” Y/N asks.

“Not yet.” Roman pauses for a moment, then looks at Niko. “Any chance you know any cute guys, cousin?”

“Only ugly or annoying ones. Or both.”

Y/N snorts. “That helps.”

As Bucky’s turn ends, another round begins. Feeling excited and optimistic, Roman jumps to his feet. “Alright, people! Let’s win!”

“It’s not even the final round.” Niko points out.

While Roman heads to the lane, Niko glances at Y/N, looking somewhat awkward. “So… you’re into men?”

“Yeah.” Y/N replies. “That a problem?”

“No, no…!” Niko awkwardly scratches the back of his head. “That’s good. For you, I mean.”

Y/N simply stares at the flustered man. “Uh-huh…”

Once Roman finishes his turn, it’s Niko’s time to bowl. As the criminal steps up, Roman sits down next to Y/N. That’s when Y/N leans toward him.

“Hey, any chance Niko plays for the same team?”

Roman smirks. “Got a crush on my cousin, eh?”

Y/N glances at Niko. While he wouldn’t exactly call it a crush, there is an attraction. Whether it’s his calm demeanor, quiet strength, or his somewhat clueless social awareness, Y/N wouldn’t mind dating him.

“He just had an unusual reaction when he found out I’m gay.”

“Don’t blame him. It’s a different culture back home.” Roman says warmly, misunderstanding the implication. “But I promise you, he isn’t the type to judge others.”

“I didn’t mean that.” Y/N clarifies. “It’s more that he got flustered—not in the way of ‘I’ve never met a gay guy before.’”

Roman raises an intrigued eyebrow. He glances at Niko, then back at Y/N, smirking. “Perhaps I can help you out.”

“You’re going to play matchmaker?” Y/N asks, amused.

“Why not?” Roman grins. “I’ve done it before. Never with two guys, but surely it wouldn’t be that different.”

Y/N chuckles. “Fine. If I don’t get a date out of this, at least I’ll have some fun.”

-

As the final round arrives, Roman gets a great idea to matchmake his two teammates. After landing another strike, Niko walks back to sit down. The scores are nearly tied, and wanting to win, Roman seizes the opportunity to make his move.

“Niko, can you help Y/N get a strike?” Roman requests, with Y/N immediately realizing what’s about to happen. “If we do, we’ll win.”

“Okay.” Niko replies simply.

Y/N steps up to the lane. Right behind him, Niko moves in, placing his hands on Y/N’s arms to guide him. As Y/N draws his arm back, he feels Niko’s body press against his back.

“Basically, you need to aim.” Niko says, seemingly unaware of the lack of personal space. Meanwhile, Y/N is more distracted by him than the bowling instructions. “Once you have your target, lock onto it and take a deep breath. Always remember your own strength. Once you understand that, you’ll know exactly how much power to use to hit the target.”

Expecting Y/N to follow his instructions, Niko waits, but instead, he notices Y/N just staring at him.

“Y/N?”

“Y-Yeah, sorry.” Y/N quickly looks away, blushing.

Trying to focus, Y/N follows Niko’s advice step by step. As Niko takes a small step back—though still standing close—Y/N finally lets go of the ball. It speeds down the lane, smashing into the pins for a strike.

The team erupts in cheers.

“Thanks for the help!” Y/N says, holding up his hand for another high-five. Niko, now used to the gesture, accepts it with a small smile.

“Of course.” Niko replies.

“Nice going, Y/N!” Roman grins. “Maybe Niko can give you more bowling lessons.”

Y/N chuckles. “Maybe.”

With Bucky up for the final turn, they wait anxiously for the final score. Thanks to Y/N’s strike, victory is within reach. As the three teammates sit down, they watch as Bucky bowls just enough points to secure the win.

With wide smiles, the team celebrates.

“We won! We won!” Roman cheers, practically bouncing in his seat. Then, turning toward the rival team, he smirks. “Suck it!”

-

After a round of celebration at the bar, it’s time to depart. Bucky is the first to leave, while the rest stay behind a bit longer to drink. Though a little tipsy, the three can still feel their toes.

“Another one!” Roman orders.

“I’m going to pass.” Niko says.

“What? Why?” Roman sounds disappointed.

“Some of us still need to drive home.” Y/N comments.

“Thank God I have Niko for that.” Roman grins before downing his next beer in one go.

“Jesus, you’re an ugly drunk.” Y/N remarks. He then stands up. “I’m gonna take a piss.”

Once Y/N leaves, Roman turns to Niko. His cousin can tell he’s had a bit too much booze.

“So? What do you think?”

“About what?”

“Y/N.”

Not understanding what Roman is getting at, Niko gives a neutral response. “He’s nice.”

“That’s not what I meant.” Roman says with a smirk. He leans forward, looking at his cousin. “I think you two would make a great couple.”

“What?” Niko instantly looks flustered. “You must be drunk.”

“I’m serious, man!” Roman insists. “Y/N said you had a… uh… interesting reaction when you found out he’s into dudes.”

Niko raises an eyebrow. “Did I?”

“Yeah. And he likes you.”

“Oh…” Niko looks even more embarrassed. “I… didn’t know.”

“There! That’s what he meant!” Roman points at Niko, who awkwardly looks away. “What’s stopping you, cousin? Is it because he’s a guy? Is that it?”

Niko hesitates before finally speaking. “I… never had anything with a… uh… a man before.”

“Well, times are changing, and you gotta go along with it.” Roman nudges Niko, urging him to get up. “You got nothing to lose. He already likes you, you like him. Now go ask him out.”

Niko hesitates again, but after taking a deep breath, he manages to calm himself down. “Fine.”

He gets up and walks toward the restrooms. However, just before he enters, Y/N steps out. Not realizing Niko came to see him, Y/N casually walks past him.

“Hey.”

“Y/N.” Niko quickly says, causing Y/N to stop and turn to look at his teammate. “Roman told me you like me.”

Y/N blinks, surprised by how direct Niko is. “More interested than like. Why?”

“W-Well…” Niko awkwardly scratches the back of his head. “I was thinking… I wouldn’t mind getting some drinks… if you want, of course.”

Y/N smiles. “You’re asking me out?”

“Yeah, I guess…” Niko says nervously.

Y/N is happy to hear that, which puts Niko at ease a little. “Sure. But only if you hold me like you did before.”

Realizing what he had done earlier, Niko’s face turns red. “Uh… i-if you want…”

“You’re really terrible at this dating stuff, huh?”

“I’m not used to it, I suppose.” Niko shyly looks away.

Y/N chuckles. “You’re cute.” That only makes Niko blush harder. “I gotta go, but feel free to ask Roman for my number. Can’t wait to hear from you.”

“Y-Yeah, of course. Until next time.” Niko says awkwardly as Y/N walks away.