#SWE-Bench

[themorningnewsinformer]

Claude 4 AI Models Launched With Best-in-Class Coding Power

Introduction Anthropic has raised the bar in the generative AI landscape with the release of its Claude 4 series, including Claude Opus 4 and Claude Sonnet 4. Designed with a sharp focus on coding performance, tool integration, and reasoning depth, these large language models (LLMs) are setting new standards. The release was announced at Anthropic’s inaugural developer conference, and it’s…

[smittyscurls]

Will Smith Hockey's mouth CLOSED?! on a bench??

MWC25: 05.24 vs SWE

[kimmryokoo]

Late Night - logan howlet

author: kim ryoko

ao3

masterlist

summary: logan was supposed to go to a mission that would only last 3 days. unfortunately, it took longer then expected. your birthday went by quicly and you were already sleeping when logan returned. you both really missed each other and you let a kiss turn into something bigger...

word count: 3k

warnings: figeting, smut, filthy, reader has no appetite, slight possibility of death (doesn't happend), teasing, sub reader, little fluff at the end

author's note: english isn't my first language so i'm sorry for ay grammar mistakes, feel free to correct me. i'm so sorry it took me this long to publish something. i've been really busy lately. my birthday was on december 13th (the same as taylor swift🤭), so i wrote this as a sort of birthday present.

It's been days since you last saw Logan. He was out on a mission with Scott and Jean, and they left exactly 7.5 days ago when it was supposed to only last 3 days. You missed Logan very much, and tomorrow was your birthday so you were rooting for Logan and the rest of the team to arrive the night before or in the morning of the day.

It was already 11pm the day before your birthday and you were still waiting for your friends and lover to arrive while sitting in a bench on the jet garage and you then heard the big and thick metal doors sliding to open and the sound of wheels caught your attention.

“You're still here? It's getting late. You should head to bed and get a good night's sleep. Big day tomorrow.” Charles said.

“I'm just waiting for them to arrive.” you spoke with a tone filled with exhaustion, worry, hope and love, all at the same time.

“Unfortunately, I don't think they'll come back today.”

“What makes you say that, professor?”

“If they were to return, Jean would've reached to me and reported everything that happened while they were out on the mission, but she hasn't yet.” Charles argued and got a bit closer to you, now sitting next to you and putting an understanding hand on your back.

“I really wanted to spend tomorrow with them.” you said in a sad voice.

“I know. But the only thing you can do right now is go to sleep and get energized for when they do come back.” he stated in his always calm tone.

“You're right. Thank you, professor.” and before you got up to leave the room, you gave a loose hug to the older man that has supported you through so many things.

It was now the next day, 6:30 a.m. and your alarm went on with his job of waking you up. His loud rings easily made their way to your ears and woke you up with a symphony that reminded you a lot of screaming babies. To end your suffering, you quickly moved your hand to turn off the alarm.

You sat up and stared at the place where your feet were hidden under the blanket. You then looked to your side and saw the cold, empty bed you wished was filled by Logan.

You sighed and got up to prepare yourself a bath to give you enough fuel to go through the day.

After you got out of the shower and put on some clothes, you packed everything you needed for the day and when you were packing the notebook where you plan your classes, you saw something written on the page the notebook was opened, and it looked like Logan’s lettering.

‘ Hey. So, I'm pretty sure this mission ain't gonna take 3 days like those dip heads are saying, so I'm writing a note for your birthday, so you can at least hear from me that day.I know that the day you're reading this is your birthday day, because I can see the date of the classes you planned in here. First of all, happy birthday, and I want you to know that I love you. A lot. And you're honestly the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I also want you to know that if I'm not there for your birthday, I'm dying of how much I miss you. I really hope you have a great day and that I get to see you or at least talk to you today. Love ya.

-Lo ’

Wow. Even when he's away, he somehow manages to make your day better.

You read the note and felt your heart swell with love for that man.

You finished packing everything and stepped outside the room and only a few steps later you were attacked by someone who came running towards you from your back and back-hugged you.

“Happy Birthday!” you heard the person whom you then knew was Ororo from her voice.

You turned to your friend and she immediately hugged you properly. Your smile grew wider from all the care your friend was giving you.

“Thank you, Ororo.”

“I got you a present! But I’m only going to give it to you at the end of the day.” the white haired woman said while breaking the hug and holding both your hands to continue touching you somehow.

“Then why would you tell me now?! You’re going to make me anxious all day!” you said in a pout tone but with a smile on your lips as you squeezed your friend’s hands harder.

“I know you have classes to teach, and so have I so I’m not going to take your precious time.” she grinned and kissed my cheek “Have a great day and happy birthday again!” She continued and started walking towards the direction she came from whilst waving a small ‘good-bye’ to which you responded with the same gesture and a kind and grateful smile.

You quickly arrived at your class and from that moment forward, that day was filled with people saying ‘Happy Birthday’ to you and many ‘Happy birthday’ songs.

At the end of all your classes, you decided to head back to the jet garage to wait for the team, since they haven’t arrived yet. While you were sitting on the same bench as the day before, you heard the same sound as you’ve heard the day before - heavy metal doors sliding open and metal wheels going your direction.

“What a Déjà vu, huh?” you said playfully to Charles, who chuckled softly at your statement.

“I would also say so myself. I presume you're here doing the same thing as you were yesterday?”

“Yeah.” you said looking down. The truth was that your day had been amazing, but it still felt a bit empty without Logan.

“Have you had dinner yet? It’s almost 8 p.m. .”

“No, I came here right after my classes finished. I’m just so worried. They should’ve been back by now. What if something bad happened? What if they…?”

“I’m sure it hasn’t. Have a little more faith in them. Go eat something and then I’ll let you come back here, but you have to promise me you’ll go to sleep at least by 11 p.m.”

“Fine.” you responded with a tone of defeat and got up to walk to the kitchen.

You tried your best to eat a normal sized meal, but you were too worried to eat anything. You stared at your plate with a small amount of mach-and-cheese and stirred it for about 30 minutes. It took you a long time to eat all of your food, but eventually you finished and cleaned the mess you made.

You left the kitchen and saw the rest of the mansion in complete darkness. You know your way around, and your heart was telling you to go back downstairs and wait for Logan a little longer but you also knew that whether you wanted to or not, you'd make noise that would probably wake someone up and that would make you feel bad. You glance back at the clock on the kitchen wall and see it’s almost 10 p.m. and consider going straight to bed and not risking waking up any student that might make your day 10 times worse tomorrow. You end up going to your room, since you’re also pretty tired from your day.

Once you closed your bedroom door, you started doing your night routine and only a few moments after you lay on your bed, you fell asleep.

You later woke up to what sounded like a door opening and closing. And then another door opened and closed.

You looked around the room and found nothing wrong. It must've been in your dream, so you went back to sleep.

You woke up again, but this time with an arm wrapping around your waist and you supported your weight on your elbow and turned slightly just to see Logan’s exhausted face looking at you with apologizing eyes from his pillow.

“Logan!” you said happily and hugged the man tightly while burying your face in his neck.

“Hey, sweetheart. Happy birthday.”

“Thank you!” you said and pulled a bit back to look at Logan’s face.

You leaned forward to lightly press your lips against his. That soft kiss was deepened when his hand grabbed the the back of your neck and pulled you to him. He was quick to change you positions so that he was on top. One of Logan’s hands supported his weight on the mattress near your face while the other one roamed free through your body squeezing your skin. You felt Logan’s tongue against your lips and didn't hesitate to let it in.

“You have no idea how much I missed ya.” Logan said in between kisses with a rough and starved tone that made you moan against his mouth.

In response to your sound, you felt his hips pressuring against yours while his free hand wrapped your legs around his waist. You could feel how hard he was beneath his pants and you never wanted something so bad like you did in that moment.

Logan’s mouth didn't restrain only your mouth. It also traveled to your neck and collarbones and you then smelled the scent of his shampoo. That's why you heard 2 doors opening and closing. One of them was your bedroom door and the other one was the bathroom's. It made sense now.

All that sense was rapidly taken away from you when you felt his bulge starting to move against your clothed pussy.

“Ahh… Logan…” you moaned “Please…” you finished.

“What, darlin’? Tell me. Tell me what you want and I'll give it to you, birthday girl.”

“I… I want you…”

“Where?” he asked “Here?” he said, faking innocence while rubbing stripes on top of your shorts.

“Y-yes…” you said with flushed cheeks.

“Well then. Imma have to take this off.” He said and sat up on his knees to smoothly rip your shorts out of you to find out you weren't wearing any underwear.

“Oh fuck, princess. You'll be the death of me. I've been gone for over a week and come back to you all wet like this? Do you know how hard it is to control myself when all I could smell was this neddy pussy since you saw me?” he asked. His face gets closer with each word. Almost close enough to kiss you.

“Then don't.” you said breathless and softly. You then leaned a bit forward to lick his lips and made them open just a small bit.

You saw the way his eyes darkened in pure lust and you felt it in the way he kissed you - with so much passion and need.

Logan only broke the kiss to sit back up on his knees to rip your shirt off, letting your chest free.

“Why’d you rip all my clothes off?” you asked with your breath taken from the way he took your nipples in his mouth which made you back ark for more.

“My present.” he stated in a low tone.

“But it’s my birthday…” you answered with your eyes closed and a moan escaping your lips when you were done talking.

“Your birthday, my present.”

Logan continued to play with you for a few minutes when you felt a knot on your stomach.

“Lo, I’m close…”

With that, Logan stopped paying attention to your breasts and took his hand to your core, rubbing circles on your clit with his thumb and slowly inserting his index and middle finger on your clenching hole.

You almost screamed out of pleasure when you felt Logan’s fingers moving inside you and scissoring you open to prepare you. You soon came undone under the felling of the friction of his long, thick and calloused hands inside your pussy.

Logan pulled back his body, taking his fingers out of your hole and putting them in his mouth for a brief second, sucking them.

“The sweetest fuckin’ thing I’ve ever tasted.” he uttered.

He then proceeded to put those same fingers inside your mouth, this time.

“Suck.” he demanded, and when you did as he ordered, he continued “Atta girl.”

With his free hand, he pulled down his pants and his cock immediately sprung free, slapping against his abs, with veins popping out and precum leaking from the tip. Logan then slowly stroked his length to lubricate it while you watched with saliva dripping from the corners of your mouth and your core getting wetter with every passing second, even though you just cummed.

Logan grabbed his cock by the base and aligned it with your hole, pushing bit by bit, inch by inch, until you were a moan and whimper mess. Once he bottomed you out, you moaned into his digits.

“Such a pretty little fuckin’ slut” he said as his gaze stared intensely to where your bodies met, watching you clench around him in an oh so delicious way.

Logan pulled back his hips to immediately rock them back into yours, making the thrilling sound of his skin slapping against yours fill your ears and your brain. Logan’s pace started slow - always careful not to hurt you - but you could tell it was different then usual. He was rougher than normal, eating you out with more urgency.

“You have no idea how good it feels to be inside this pussy again.” he groaned at the end of the sentence.

Logan’s pace sped up as he started to seek for the pleasure of his high that he had felt coming since he began fucking you. Logan knew that after so many days of only cumming with his hand while thinking of in his tend don't even compare to the feel of being inside you and that once he felt it again, he wouldn’t be able to hold on for long.

Logan took a moment to stop thinking about anything and look at you. Really look at you. The way your hair was messy because of the pillow, the way your forehead was sweating more than usual from thee over-stimulation, the way your eyes rolled to the back of your head every time he pounded inside you, the way your cheeks where flustered and got more red every time he praised you, the way your beautiful lips where glossy and red from all the sucking and that pretty string of saliva dripping in your cheek, the way your neck was marked from his hard work, the way your tits bounced up and down rhythmically with the times he fucked himself into you and the hickeys and red spots here and there, the way your clit was swollen and over-sensitive, the way your pussy wrapped around his cock so perfectly and clenched around him making him feel like he was in heaven, the way your sweet noises filled the room and you the way you called his name like it was a prayer. Fuck… Logan couldn’t take it anymore.

He grabbed your legs and put them on his shoulders, giving him better access to your g-spot and bending even further to kiss you. The kiss was rugged but held all the feelings he felt when he was alone in his cold sleeping bag in the inside of his tent while listening to Scott and Jean doing what he would kill to be doing with you.

“Lo… I-I’m coming again…”

“That’s it. Come for me princess.”

And, you did as you were told.

As soon as he felt you coming apart on his cock, he couldn’t resist it anymore and filled you up.

“Good girl. Always doing as you’re told.” he said in a teasing and low voice in which you only responded with another moan.

Logan helped you ride both your highs and you both soon came completely. He then let himself fall to your side, burying his head into the crook of your neck.

“Thank you for the present.” you said with a smile on your face as you lifted up your hand to play with his hair.

Logan chuckled and asked “You think this is your present? I told you it was mine. My fucking present for putting up with Scott and Jean for so long without leaving them there and coming back here to your arms.”

You laughed.

“I wouldn’t have minded that.”

“Noted. I’ll be sure to do it next time.” he joked and you felt his smile against your neck and you laughed again.

“Where’s my present, then?”

“Such an impatient girl.” he said as he pushed himself up, kissed you and grabbed a small box from his nightstand, all without coming out of you.

“Here you go, birthday girl.” He said and kissed your forehead.

You looked at the box and kissed Logan as a thank you. You opened the box and saw dog tags with your info on it and a picture of you and Logan.

“Well this, this is actually for me.” he said as he took your dog tags and with his other hand, he took his own off his neck and gave it to you.

“This is the one that’s actually for you. You know, I really missed you when I was out on the mission, and I know you miss me too when I’m gone so I thought this was a good way for me to always have a piece of you and you always have a piece of me. I also know how much you like that picture, so-” You interrupted him by kissing him.

“Thank you. I love it!” you said and he looked at you like you were an angel. His angel. “I love you, Logan.”

“Love you too, sweetheart.”

You cupped Logan’s cheeks and kissed him.

Both of you cuddled for the rest of the night and were finally able to fall asleep next to each other after so many nights apart. You were able to be next to each other, to feel the other's warmth.

That was the best night’s sleep both of you have had last week.

Hope you liked it!

xoxo, kim ryoko

[the-kr8tor]

Imagine the twins grow up a little let’s say 5 years old and they ask the most random questions it would be so funny? Like “why happens if the earth stops spinning?” “Why is the water blue?” “How does snow happen” and obviously “how are babies made?”

Cuteeee!!! Thank you for requesting! 🫶

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader

Tags: No use of Y/N, No specific physical description of the reader, Dad! Hobie AU, Twin AU, Billie and Ramona AU, Mom! Reader. FLUFF

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The twins have gotten good at sneaking, scarily good. You have no idea how they've gotten this great at sneaking and bypassing Hobie's spidey senses but you have a hunch that they heard your conversation with Hobie during what was supposed to be their nap time. With his head on your lap and your fingers scratching at his scalp he dishes out a complaint to you, well you both thought it was just you.

Hobie was complaining that his spidey senses can't feel when the three of you approach him from behind. Citing that it has probably been ignoring you and the girls because it's used to your presence and dubs you and his girls a non-threat. He has also grumbled that it only activates for you three when there's danger; like the girls almost falling from the playground or you almost burning yourself from a hot stove. He's deeply annoyed because he misses the little tingles that never fail to make him smile whenever you or his girls are near.

You take this new information into consideration, when you enter a room he's in, you always call his name or knock on the wall so he still gets that warm feeling when you're in his presence. Unfortunately for him, the girls have better ideas.

Both girls keep popping up from somewhere when you least expected it, their footfalls silent, guess they've learned from the best. Then suddenly you hear their voices asking about life's greatests mysteries.

Once, while you were preparing their bath, Billie appears behind you, asking why water in the pool and ocean are blue but not in the tub. You almost fell in the water back then.

A few times the girls have materialized in Hobie's workshop, scaring the crap out of their father. Again asking him a barrage of questions that has Hobie answering promptly of course.

The sun is just about setting, the backyard looks gorgeous in the sun's rays. The metal bench is cold underneath you but with Hobie's arms around you, you don't seem to mind the chill.

You and Hobie cuddle outside in the garden, laps covered in the same patchwork blanket you've gifted him all those years ago. The breeze picks up and you snuggle closer to him, he presses sweet kisses on your temple as his hands rub up and down over your arm. The girls are in the living room watching their cartoons, the telly's light shines in the backyard, illuminating the flowers and veggies all four of you planted.

It's quiet, too quiet.

“How does the telly work?” Mona’s sweet voice rings out in the silence making you and Hobie jump in each other's arms.

“Fu–blo–what?!” Hobie saves himself from accidentally swearing right in front of Mona.

She peeks out from the arm rest, too small to fully reach up, her eyes are curious, hair disheveled from lounging on the settee.

“How does the telly work?” She repeats.

“Oh, lovely, you scared us a bit. Come here” you pat the seat in between you and Hobie. He lifts her up, placing her on his lap.

“Curious, eh?” Hobie pokes her side, she giggles, snuggling closer to her dad.

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“I've finally got them to go down” you flop yourself on the dining chair, eyes growing heavy. “Remind me not to give them ice cream before bed.”

Hobie wipes his hands on a cloth, the last bit of dishes all cleaned and drying on the rack. He flings the towel on his shoulder, knowing what the imagery does to you.

Before he could throw a witty remark, you're already making grabbing hands towards him, lips pouting from impatience. He obliges, crossing the small gap between you.

You grab him by the ribbon of his sweatpants to get him impossibly closer to you. He's situated in-between your legs, knees knocking with yours. He chuckles lowly, hands placed on your jaw to look at you fully, his thumbs rubbing softly at your tired eyes.

“Missed me? I was home the entire day, lovie”

“Shut up and kiss me, Hobart”

Hobie rolls his eyes, already bending at the waist to meet you halfway.

“How are babies made?” Billie and Mona suddenly appear by the kitchen doorway, holding hands in their blue pajamas. They remind you of a horror movie.

Your soul and Hobie's left your bodies for a second.

“Girls–you scared us!” you clutch your non-existent pearls.

Hobie's head is on top of yours, trying to calm his racing heart.

“Sorry,” Mona apologizes, “Annie said they came from storks but Shane says they came from fairies.”

“And Ricky says they come from parents sleeping together. Daddy always sleeps with you mummy, why isn't there a baby yet?” Billie continues.

Oh childhood wonder. Your brain is already trying to find the right combination of words to answer their burning question.

Hobie chokes on air, you slap his arm as a warning. He lifts his head up with a lopsided smile.

“If you sneaky sneaks didn't interrupt there'd be a baby soon enough—”

“Hobie!”

“We don't get it” they simultaneously say.

[pepi1989]

Hi love ur amazing 🫶 English isn’t my first language so I hope this makes sense. can you write a long story about Laver Cup where for the first time, a WTP player can join for a mixed doubles and a women’s match? And reader is the WTP tennis player on team Europe, with banter and mock rivalry between Team World since she’s close with them as friends but obviously being on opposing team means they have rivalry? And then both teams sitting on one sofa on the last day, Ben and reader getting very close together and flirting and the bench can picks up some of it and they both get asked separately on their team press conference?

Don't worry honey, your English is very good! Loved this idea, let's make it like they didn't make Ben play every doubles game lol

Rivals, or Something Like That - Ben Shelton

I’m sitting on the edge of my seat, watching Alcaraz and Zverev take on Team World. The match is intense, but it’s not what’s keeping my mind occupied. Across the court, in their red and black jackets, Ben and Frances are sitting on the Team World bench, loudly cheering for their teammates. And, of course, they’re throwing comments my way. Because why wouldn’t they? It’s Ben.

“[Y/N], you better be ready for a beatdown!” Ben’s voice echoes across the court, catching me completely off guard. He grins that grin, the grin while Frances chuckles beside him. I roll my eyes, trying to focus on the match, but honestly, all I can think about is what kind of beatdown he’s talking about. In tennis, obviously. Right?

I glance over at Grigor, who’s sitting next to me on the bench, and he just raises his eyebrows at me like he knows exactly what’s going through my head. “Don’t let him get in your head, [Y/N],” Grigor says with a smirk. I’m about to respond when Frances chimes in from across the court. “Don’t worry, [Y/N], we’ll go easy on you. We don’t want to make you cry.”

Oh, it’s like that?

“You two better focus on your team losing,” I shoot back, trying to hide my smirk. But Ben doesn’t let up. “We’ll see who’s crying when we’re done with you,” Ben calls, his voice all teasing but with this weird tension underneath it. It’s just banter, right? That’s what we always do. Except now, I can’t stop thinking about how Ben keeps looking over at me in between matches. And why is it that, every time he does, my stomach feels like it’s doing somersaults?

When the time finally comes for my match, I’m paired with Dimitrov against Ben and Frances. Of course it’s Ben. Because why wouldn’t it be? The whole thing feels weirdly set up, but I push those thoughts aside and focus. The first few rallies are tight, every point fought for. Ben’s powerful serves are no joke, but I’m managing to keep up. Still, every time I look across the net, I catch him looking at me, like we’re in some secret tennis duel only the two of us understand.

At one point, I miss a volley, barely, and Ben doesn’t let it slide. “Nice try, [Y/N],” he says with that smirk that’s becoming a little too familiar. “Need me to show you how it’s done?” Please. “Only if you want to lose faster,” I snap back, my heart racing, and not just because of the game.

But then Frances, being Frances, decides to make it even weirder. “Why don’t you two just get it over with already? You’ve been flirting all day.” I nearly choke on air. Excuse me? Ben just laughs, but the heat rushing to my face is undeniable. I shoot a glare at Frances, who is absolutely not helping. “Focus on the game, Frances,” I mumble, hoping no one else noticed. But, of course, everyone noticed.

After the match, we all end up backstage, completely exhausted. There’s this giant sofa that’s supposed to fit everyone, but honestly, it’s a miracle we’re not all on top of each other. And, because the universe has a sense of humor, I end up squished between Ben and Alcaraz. “Comfortable?” Ben asks, his voice a little too close for comfort as his leg presses up against mine. We’re basically sharing half the same cushion at this point, and I swear I can feel the warmth of his arm next to mine.

I don’t look at him, instead keeping my eyes on the ceiling, like that’s the most interesting thing in the world right now. “Oh yeah, super comfortable,” I deadpan, shifting slightly, but somehow, we end up even closer. The banter doesn’t stop, but now it’s all weirdly charged. I catch Ben’s grin out of the corner of my eye, and Frances, of course, just can’t let us be. “You two should really get your own sofa,” he mutters, not even bothering to hide his smirk.

I want to disappear. Is it that obvious? Ben just shrugs, leaning in a little more. “Hey, I’m not the one complaining.” At this point, Alcaraz and the rest of Team Europe are trying to stifle their laughter, but it’s no use. Everyone is in on the joke. Even Taylor Fritz from the other side of the room calls out, “Are you guys sure you’re on opposite teams? Because it doesn’t look like it.” “I’m about to switch teams if you keep this up,” I mutter under my breath, trying to ignore the fact that my face is probably bright red by now. Ben just smirks. “Don’t worry, [Y/N]. I’ve got room on Team World for you.”

What does that even mean?

The next day, we’ve won, and I’m sitting at the post-match press conference, trying to act like everything is normal. Except it’s not. Because the press? They’ve noticed everything. “So, [Y/N],” one journalist starts, and I can already tell this is going to be bad. “There’s been a lot of talk about your interactions with Ben Shelton during the tournament. Care to comment?”

I feel my face heat up, and my teammates are no help, stifling their laughter beside me. Dimitrov is the worst offender, elbowing me like he can’t wait to hear my answer. “We’re just friends,” I say, trying to play it off cool. But honestly, it sounds a lot less convincing than I wanted it to. The journalist presses on. “It seemed like there was a bit more than just friendly competition on that sofa yesterday.”

I hear someone, probably Zverev, laugh softly beside me. I want the floor to open up and swallow me whole. “Look, we were just… you know, teammates… on opposing teams…” What am I even saying?

Meanwhile, across the room, Ben’s handling his own press conference, and of course, they’re asking him about the exact same thing. “Ben, there seemed to be some extra chemistry between you and [Y/N] during the tournament. Can you tell us what’s going on there?”

I’m watching from the screen backstage, my face burning as I wait for his answer. Ben just grins, leaning into the mic like this is the most natural question in the world. “Oh, we’re just having a little fun,” he says, clearly enjoying this way too much. “She’s a great competitor, no more than that.” But then he glances at the camera, and I swear he winks. “You’ll have to keep watching, though. Who knows what might happen next?”

[myseungsunglove]

All you had to do was ask | Lmh

Pairing: Lee know x Reader 

Warnings: Smut, you won’t find any plot here 

Word Count:  2.6k

𖠫Summary: Some days you just can’t stop staring at Lee Know. Something about the way he moves draws you in and makes you ache in ways that should be embarrassing. Today, in one of the practice rooms of all places, you’re just bold enough to finally do something about it. 

✎A/N✎: I don’t know where this came from. It just popped into my head and begged to be written. Here you are. Hope you enjoy my totally and completely pure thoughts. 

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「© November 3,  2023 by mysweethannie」

Smut warnings: piv sex, unprotected sex (maybe don’t do this one, folks), semi-public sex

“You know, if you would actually fuck me instead of with your eyes, maybe you wouldn’t feel the need to stare so much,” Lee Know snarks, jolting you out of one of your shameless staring sessions. 

You couldn’t help yourself sometimes. During dance practice, Lee Know was often dripping with sweat and you couldn’t keep your mind from wandering. When he rudely interrupted your train of thought, you were contemplating what the sweat running down his thick neck would taste like and what those thick thighs would feel like between your legs, bringing you to the sweetest release.  

“Or maybe,” you deadpan, looking him in the eyes. “I’d  stare more because then I’d know what it’s like to have your dick inside me.”

If the other guys had been around, you would have held your tongue, but they’d all left an hour ago and Lee Know had stayed behind to help perfect your dance. 

You hold his gaze, not daring to look away and you notice the barely imperceptible jaw clench from Lee Know before his eyes rake over you, as he processes what you said. You can see him considering your words, his tongue poking out of his mouth to run over his bottom lip and immediately pulling it in between his teeth, subconsciously biting it in contemplation. 

“Do you want me inside you?” he asks, slowly walking towards where you’re seated on the cushioned bench of the practice room. 

Your cheeks heat up, the warmth spreading down your neck all the way down your body. The moment Lee Know sits down beside you, his thick thighs pressing against yours, your brain short circuits but thankfully your legs spring into action. You stand and move  away to give yourself some separation before your body has an opportunity to betray you. 

He doesn’t let you get far, grabbing your wrist, pulling you back toward him. He guides you to stand between his legs, boxing you in with his thighs. 

“Don’t get shy now, jagiya,” he teases, a smirk appearing on his stupid handsome face.

He grabs one of your legs, running his hand along your thigh and brings your knee to settle on the outside of his leg. You don’t resist the contact but instead, follow his lead and place the other knee on the other side of him, effectively straddling him. It’s not exactly the daydream he rudely interrupted, but it’s close enough to make you want to internally combust. 

He guides you to settle on his lap, and immediately your aching core is met with his hard bulge. And from the feel of it, he is big. 

“Fuck,” you breathe out, your hands linking together behind his neck as you try not to grind against him. His hands are hot on the skin of your hips, holding you firmly against him. 

“We could, you know,” he says, looking into your eyes. His eyes are piercing and serious. He pokes his tongue between his teeth and you can’t help but want to suck it between your soft pink lips, absolutely devouring him and pulling a sweet moan from his throat. 

Your brows knit together in confusion at his words, not following his insinuation. 

“We could fuck,” he supplies frankly when he realizes you don’t understand. “Maybe you aren’t the only one with a staring problem. I’d be lying if I said I’ve never thought about fucking you senseless right here in this room,” he admits. “The idea that I could be the sole reason you're dripping with sweat and panting… hmmmm,” he swallows thickly before he continues. “Though I do wonder if you could take me. It’d be a tight fit if that pussy is as tight and warm as I’ve imagined.” 

You can’t believe his audacity, but his words spur on your movements, your hips moving against him. Lee Know’s hands slip under your shirt to your bare back, guiding the movement of your hips against his. Goosebumps erupt across your skin, the pads of his fingers dancing along your now overly heated skin.

You run your hands along his firm chest and down his bicep, grabbing him by the wrist and bringing it in front of you. You hold his hand momentarily as you admire the veins that run along his arm and hand, your hips still mindlessly rutting against him. You momentarily think about sucking his fingers into your mouth, but your aching cunt has different ideas. You clench around nothing just thinking about him being inside of you. 

Lee Know watches you closely as you place his hand on your stomach underneath your shirt, and inch his fingers just into the waistband of your shorts. From there, the next move will be his to take. 

Leaning forward, you whisper into his ear. “How about you make sure I can take you then,” you challenge, nipping at him slightly before soothing the bite with your tongue. 

He moans obscenely, deep and guttural, and his hand pushes into your shorts. His fingers cup your heat as his palm presses firmly against your clit. You're already wet when he runs his fingers along the hem of your underwear and pulls them to the side, his thick fingers immediately coming in contact with your wet folds, swiping between them greedily and circling your opening. 

“I knew you had a slutty side,” he growls, as he slips his middle finger inside you while simultaneously crashing his lips against yours in a messy and tongue tangling kiss. His tongue prods at yours in the same way his thick digit explores your cunt, his ring finger sliding in beside the first and scissoring you open, causing you to moan into his mouth. 

As if trying to prove him right, you grind your hips against his hand desperately, the heel pressing deliciously against your clit with each tiny movement, allowing a jolt of pleasure to course through you. 

“More,” you pant, your fingers digging into his shoulders, “Please,” you beg between heavy breaths.

He tilts his head curiously, smirking at you. 

“Kitten sure is needy isn’t she?” he teases, but obliges your request, slipping a third finger into you, pulling a sinful sound from your lips. One you didn’t even know you were capable of uttering.

His plump lips find your pulse point and he plants an open mouth kiss there, happy to leave a trail of wet kisses along your neck and jawline. Each time your hips undulate against him, you're reminded of the sizable cock that is hiding in his sweats. Without giving yourself a minute to second guess it, you slip your hand into his gray sweatpants finding that he is wearing no underwear at all. 

“Who’s the slut now?” you smirk at him as your dainty hand wraps around his cock. 

You were right, big doesn’t even begin to describe Lee Know’s dick. He feels hot and heavy in your hand as you squeeze him, running your hand up and down his shaft languidly so that you feel every ridge and vein. His head falls back against the wall at your ministrations and it’s your turn to kiss along his neck, moving up behind his ear and sucking a small mark there. 

“Mine,” you groan in his ear, squeezing his cock with a slow stroke, running your thumb over his warm tip, precum already seeping from him. 

You stroke him again, causing his breath to hitch in his throat momentarily. “Take your pants… “Fuck. Off. Take em off, now,” he tries to demand but it comes out sounding more like begging. His fingers slip out of you and he pushes you away a little. 

You take the hint, release his cock, and stand, quickly shedding your shorts and underwear. He lifts his hips and you yank his sweats down past his knees. He kicks them off in a rush as you lay eyes on his cock for the first time and man is it pretty, standing tall and proud, the tip an angry red and leaking steadily. The red reminds you of the shade his ears turn when he gets particularly embarrassed in front of the members. He pulls his legs up onto the bench, leaning back on his hands and holds your gaze without hesitation. 

“Fuck,” you moan, sounding absolutely fucked out and he hasn’t even gotten inside you yet. “I’m gonna suck that pretty thing dry next time, but right now,” you say, moving to straddle him, “I need it filling me up,” you moan, aligning the tip with your entrance and sliding down on him slowly, not giving him the opportunity to argue one way or the other. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you breathe, eyes squeezing shut, as you inch down onto him. It’s slow moving at first as you take slow, deep breaths, allowing your walls to clench and unclench, letting him in bit by bit until you realize you're pressed against his balls, his cock fully sheathed inside you. 

“That’s the idea, sweetheart,” he speaks for the first time in a minute. 

You open your eyes to see a shit eating grin on his face. “Take it for a ride,” he teases, moving his hips up into you, the tip of his cock pressing that soft spot inside you, causing your legs to quiver slightly. “And next time, if you’re sucking me, I’m definitely getting a taste of this pretty pussy,” he says, looking down between you where your bodies connect. 

You can’t help but look down too, a small gasp slipping between your lips as your eyes land on the place where you are now intimately connected with Lee Know. 

You lift yourself up slowly, his cock slick with your arousal as it reveals itself, only to lower yourself down quickly, punching the breath out of you both as you grind against him, your hands gripping his shoulders fiercely as you ride him just like he suggested. 

He wraps his arms around your waist and up your back, pressing your bodies close together as your movements quicken. Your clit meets his pelvic bone with each thrust forward, and you can feel Lee Know’s hot breath against your neck, your name falling from his lips like a desperate prayer as you fuck yourself on him. 

In a completely brainless moment, he reaches behind his neck and pulls his shirt over his shoulders, tossing it to the side. Desperate to have him pressed against you in earnest, you do the same, your need to feel close to him dominating any rational thought in your brain and forgetting that you are in a very public place where you could be discovered at any time. 

“You’re definitely more than a slut,” he utters the minute he sees you bare before him. There is a hint of teasing in his voice before he continues. “You’re fucking beautiful,” he moans, his lips kissing along your clavical and down between the valley of your breast. 

You lean back to allow him better access to you, your hands landing on the bench behind you as you continue to ride him relentlessly, that knot in you tightening quicker with each erratic movement. His arms are wrapped around your waist as he helps support you, his lips latching onto one of your nipples and biting down gently before sucking the nub between his plush lips. 

“Lee Know,” you breathe, your chest heaving as your hips start to slow, completely overwhelmed with pleasure. 

He pushes you back onto the cushioned bench, slipping out of you momentarily, causing your head to spin. Quickly, he is hovering over your body, his hand wrapped around his cock as he guides it back into you. Your body arches against him, and he presses your bodies together, his lips finding yours in a slow, sensual kiss. His tongue moves slowly against yours, in much the same way that his hips move into you. 

Each time he bottoms out, he presses himself against you, creating a delicious friction on your clit that leaves you chasing after that electric feeling that it creates. 

The knot that had been building before, quickly returns, your legs closing in around Lee Know’s hips in an effort to keep him as close and as deep as possible. Your hands are wrapped around his neck, holding on for dear life as his movements begin to get sloppy and more erratic. 

“Make me cum,” you moan. Beg. “Fuck, Please!” you cry with one particularly sharp thrust. 

He renews his efforts with your begging. 

“All you had to do was ask, jagiya,” he smirks down at you, leaning back and grabbing your hips, crashing them together once maybe twice before his fingers reach between you and press hard against your clit, rubbing circles around it. 

That’s all it takes for your walls to descend upon him, fluttering wildly against his hard length, a burst of white pleasure lighting up behind your eyes. Your body quivers as you border on overstimulation from the pleasure. Just as your release ebbs, Lee Know presses himself firmly against you with one heavy thrust, and releases into you, pulling a cry from your lips as your orgasm renews and your legs shake wildly. A weak laugh falls from you as you try to escape the overwhelming pleasure, pushing against Lee Knows chest, but he keeps you pinned beneath him as he empties into you. You find your gravity in each other, your lips meeting once more. 

“Fuck,” you say, exhausted as your arms fall on the bench above your head, your chest heaving dramatically with each breath. 

“Yes,” Lee Know smirks down at you. “Yes we did.” 

You shake your head at him and slap his chest playfully, and he catches your wrist in his hand pulling you close to him for a searing kiss. 

“Let’s get the hell out of here. I’ve got a lot more I’d like to do to you if you’re willing,” he offers, standing and bending over to grab his sweats from where they had been shucked and forgotten earlier. 

“Oh I’m willing,” you laugh as you sit up and grab for your discarded clothes, slipping everything back on. You’re hot and sticky, red and breathing heavy, but to an outsider that could all just be dance practice. “I’m definitely gonna want a shower,” you grimace as you feel his cum leaking out of you as you move to stand. 

He chuckles low as he side eyes you. 

“I can help with that too,” he smiles teasingly at you. 

You hold his gaze. “Maybe then you can show me what that pretty mouth can do.” 

“Bet,” he agrees, seriously. “My mouth will be the only one you ever want again, jagiya,” he adds as you head for the door of the practice room. 

You turn around and kiss him hard as his hands grab your hips and hold you close to him. 

“Too late for that,” you smile against his lips. “These lips are mine and mine alone,” you growl possessively, and he reaches down and gives your ass a firm squeeze. 

“All you had to do was ask, jagiya,” he smiles at you, slipping his hand into yours and pulling you out of the room, eager to get you home and have his way with you. 

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

Hi, This might be a slight serious one but I really hope you don't mind me asking for comfort reasons (going to emphasize I am safe though!). If it's off-putting/too much I wholly understand.

Let's say the farmer has a shitty ex who... wasn't the best to them. Full blown not-good, really hurt the farmer, gaslighting type. And in recent times the ex has been going out of their way to talk to the farmer again despite the farmer's numerous efforts and plain statements that they don't want to see the guy and also the farmer just.. being plain scared of their ex.

How do you think Magnus, and perhaps Camilla + Adventurer's Guild respond over that kind of situation?

Thank you for your time.

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Glad you're okay and safe, bunny anon 🙏❤️ Remember to take care of yourself, and thank you for the ask! 💕🐇

⚠️ Warning: mentions of past abusive and unhealthy relationships, manipulation, violence.

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Magnus Rasmodius:

Depending on who Farmer is to Magnus, then the wizard's behaviour will be different. If Farmer is a good friend/student to him, then naturally Magnus will be very unhappy about the existence of this type of person, and that even after moving to Stardew Valley, Farmer's ex still bothers them. Magnus will be able to contain his disdain and anger towards their ex, share his wisdom and help Farmer calm down, also tell him how to behave properly with such toxic people and stop being afraid of them. Plus he always has the ability to teleport the creep to another part of the world with no money and no pants. So don't hesitate to ask wizard for his help.

But If the Farmer is his lover/spouse, then merciful Yoba.... Magnus will have to do his best to suppress the urge to disintegrate their fucking ex by sheer force of thought. No one at the Ministry of Magic would praise him for using magic to intimidate, but Magnus didn't care about the rules this time. If anything, Camilla would help him hide the evidence. They wouldn't dare even think of Farmer, let alone talk or touch them. Magnus has plenty of connections even with the non-magical world, which he can easily use to make the man disappear from his and Farmer's sight forever. The wizard also will not forget to comfort his spouse, reminding them more than once that they are very brave, kind and patient person, and that Farmer can always turn to him for help and a hug.

Camilla:

Even if Farmer wouldn't tell Camilla directly what was troubling them lately, even if they tried to lie to the Castle Village witch that they were fine - didn't work. Camilla's attentive gaze wouldn't miss the small shiver that had taken over Farmer's body, and of course she would follow up with her dear friend/lover to find out what was wrong and what was the cause of their anxiety. More specifically, who was the cause. Just watching the person who was breaking down the door of Farmer's house and the nasty words this poor excuse for a human was throwing at Farmer was enough for Camilla.

She saw what's happening. And it drove her into a wild, pure rage.

Quickly teleporting over to Farmer's ex and grabbing them with a dead grip on the shoulder, Camilla bestowed upon them the kind of grin one might see on an enraged mother wolf defending her cub from a threat to the last drop of blood. It took literally a moment for her and the Farmer's ex to disappear from the farm with a snap of her fingers. And when the frightened Farmer didn't immediately realize why the knock on the door had stopped, they stepped out onto the porch to see Camilla sitting calmly on a bench, waiting for Farmer.

Huh, where's that person? Oh, that was their ex? Well, Farmer won't be hearing from them again. No, no, their ex is alive. But after the fate Camilla gave them, the bastard will definitely envy the dead. Oh my, she's getting distracted! How about Farmer sit with her at the wooden table that had suddenly appeared outside their house? They'll drink tea together, eat Farmer's favourite snacks and sweets, and Camilla will answer their questions. Maybe not all of them, hee hee...

Marlon:

It was because of people like the Farmer's ex that Marlon, even in his youth, sometimes questioned the righteousness of his own idea of protecting people from monsters. Because what's the point if people sometimes behave even worse than monsters? Fortunately, the old one-eyed adventurer still believed in humans, thanks to the kindness and patience of the people of Stardew Valley, as well as his apprentice and a new member of the Adventurers' Guild. Marlon believed in the Farmer when they embarked on the difficult path of the adventurer, when they took an oath to protect the people and carry their rank with honour.

He believed in them, now - it was Farmer's turn to believe in Marlon, his friend and teacher.

People who don't know about Marlon's profession often assume he's just a harmless old man whose best years are long behind him. So much for Farmer's ex making a drastic mistake when they opened the door to the Guild, coming face to face with Marlon. The old wolf knows all too well that all kind words and threats from this person are empty words, so Marlon didn't bother with ceremony and grabbed Farmer's ex by the wrist, twisting it almost to the point of bone crunching. A weakling with no willpower, of course.

He made it clear that if the Farmer had wanted to, they would have killed them on the spot long ago. Therefore, Marlon very coldly advised them to get as far away as possible and never come back if they valued their own life. After the incident, Marlon wasn't too verbose, but he still said a couple of comforting phrases to Farmer, which were enough to make his apprentice feel better and were able to breathe a sigh of relief at last.

[adallegra]

At breakfast, you notice Vetiti at the Hufflepuff table, staring intently at Sebastian and his Niffler while sliding a long piece of butter into his mouth. The churned cream leaving the corners of his mouth all greasy.

Her morning post had just been delivered. Allegra’s hand tightened around her cup of tea, which she had recently and uncharacteristically taken to drinking black. She stared at the slim piece of parchment, jaw set hard before she took one calming breath and set the note alight.

Despite watching the edges of the parchment coil and blacken into ashes, the anger that had swelled did not subside. It was as if he was right there — her father’s ever-disinterested voice in her ear as he requested her presence at the British Confederation of Wizards’ Gala. A summons, more like.

Do not disappoint me. As if any of the gathered officials would give a flying fu-fairy her opinion on the import of Catoblepas and how it may or may not aid wizardkind in dairy farming.

Speaking of which — Allegra’s eyes raised automatically to the Hufflepuff table and she immediately recoiled; all previous thoughts dissipated. Mouth puckered around what appeared to be a stick of butter, the nifflerphile was ogling in her general direction. With an expression of utmost revulsion, she followed his gaze, and by gods — several yards down the table and opposite her, Nosy was nuzzled into Sallow’s neck, a dozing, teal-coloured pillow as he cocooned himself on the wizard’s shoulder whilst his companion was occupied with that morning’s Prophet.

The anger returned sevenfold, and Allegra’s lips curled derisively.

There had been whispers in the corridors that the Italian fiend had been educating their fellow schoolmates on niffler-milking etiquette — if there was such a thing. And if even William’s ears still perked every time cheese was mentioned, it was only a matter of time before this heretical obsession spread like wildfire and cemented itself into a commercial demand.

At that moment, Vetiti’s attention flickered over to her, and his face broke out into a slimy grin when the buttery wedge left his lips. Allegra was thankful then that the Slytherin table was mostly vacant, the younger years having already gone to class. She took a half second more to decide her course, plastered a deliberately equable smile onto her face, and beckoned the Italian scoundrel over. His reaction was instantaneous. The solid mass of dairy was quickly tossed aside as Vetiti scrambled eagerly from his seat and jogged across the Great Hall.

Keeping her eyes on the Hufflepuff, Allegra lifted an arched brow and jerked her head unmistakably in Sallow’s direction. Paired with a falsely encouraging smile, it had the intended effect. Vetiti’s features visibly burst with anticipation, and he near-dashed for the bench opposite Allegra, eyes glossy with expectant need.

Before Vetiti could ciao bella her, Allegra had cut him off. “Vincent, was it?”

Without waiting for an answer, she continued, her voice dulcet yet carried with it an underlying chill. “You know, I don’t care for much in my life. In fact,” the witch idly twirled her wand, “I can count on one hand those that I care about.”

“That darling little niffler over there?” Allegra tilted her head sideways again, a sickly sweet smile sliding onto her lips. “At the top of the list.”

As she lazily conjured a napkin, a razor-edged iciness crept into her voice. “If you have less than salubrious intentions with him, however innocent you may think they are,” she languidly leant over the table, taking her time to tenderly dab at the grease on the corners of Vetiti’s mouth.

“Well,” Allegra gave the napkin an evaluating glance and let it fall onto Vetiti’s lap before settling back into her seat. “It’s well-known how much you Italians want for la dolce vita — that easy, sweet, sweet life.” Almost absentmindedly, she brushed the ashes of the incinerated note from earlier off the table, “I’d hate to have to ruin that for you.”

Her lashes swept upward as her gaze lifted to meet the Hufflepuff before she flashed him a disarming smile. “Capisce, bello?”

[free-luigi-mangione]

yep, at this point the feds are only waiting for the state to see how it's gonna go and what sticks, so they can prepare their case against him based on that. i wish i was a fly on the wall because we have no idea about the evidence they have and whether he actually did it or not (he should walk free regardless, but if he's innocent then everything they have is total bs but they're going to try and frame him anyway) just to be a bit more prepared because this could go either really well or really bad, and it's killing me.

and i agree with what you said about the spirit of the law, even in my own country i've seen people end up for ages in jail for "trivial" stuff just because people were pissed about it and people who actually did horrible stuff serving for a few years because nobody gave a fuck. in luigi's case this could be a double edged sword, because they know that people would be pissed if they're too harsh on him (i don't even wanna take the dp into consideration for my own sanity) but at the same time powerful people want to make an example out of him, and unfortunately they seem to be in charge rn.

i'm really hoping people won't forget about him, these extentions make me feel like they're also looking forward to that. plus, like i stated in the past, i think making him the face of the healthcare movement fight (at least not rn) and/or like we've said a million times already (lol) being on his side but talking about him like he did it without granting him the benefit of the doubt isn't good for him because they'll be harsher on him. if we're looking at it from the "he's innocent" perspective, i believe him and his team haven't said anything about it because right now he can't afford to lose support and attention. hopefully you don't mind if i add my opinion about how, if he did it and wanted to be a "martyr" he'd be a whole lot vocal about the healthcare reform, could've asked for a plea deal. please forgive me if i also add that i hate how a lot of people took the karen letter an admission of guilt (as if he couldn't have been just sympathethic or taking it as an inspiring story to keep fighting and all of that) but didn't take the hash brown letter as a "i didn't do it so i'm joking about the fact that they arrested me for eating an hash brown because that's literally all i did" lol. all this just to say that hopefully we can all be more objective when his side of the story will be known. i don't think he did it, but i'm aware that there's a chance he actually did and i'm ready to support him regardless. just wish more people were a little more elastic and didn't jump to conclusions, because it could do him more harm than good.

and pls people finding his docker account is especially funny to me as a fellow swe💀 i'm so sorry for everything he's going through, i don't know how i'd feel if this had happened to me. he has a bigger fish to fry atm of course, but i wonder how he feels about it since we know he knows we've analyzed all his social media accounts.

that's all fair and good anon, but does your country have jury trials or bench trials?? because that makes a whole lot of differences. Luigi wouldn't be judged by judges or any experts at law, he'd be judged by his fellow citizens. the same fellow citizens who understand why if he did it, he did it. the same fellow citizens who are beyond pissed at the authorities and the current political climate in their country. if the citizens are truly by his side, it wouldn't matter if the authorities think they're in charge. them being in charge matters little when they can't give the final verdict at all. this is exactly why jury trials exist.

also no, even if he did do it, Luigi being more vocal about healthcare reform right now wouldn't help anybody. you speak of a plea deal, he'd get life without parole at best with that AND he'd also lose his voice and the ability to speak out for the people if he so wishes to in the future. so it genuinely wouldn't help a single person and even if he wants to, the public would lose their martyr whom they're projecting their issues onto and hoping things get better.

i agree with you on how you viewed those particular letters. also the hashbrown letter was just him joking, how many times do we say things like my only crime was to get up in the morning today because goddamn everything just sucked today. we all do that. he was just joking similarly. older people might have a hard time understanding gen z humour so that worries me but i get what he's saying and how he's coping with humour. and the karen letter is just him being empathetic, there's nothing more to that letter.

i genuinely don't get what people mean by 'when we get to hear his story'. we'll probably never hear him speak of it even if he did do it. why? he wouldn't take the stand if he wants to be free, because that would literally spell death for him. and even if he wanted to do it, he could potentially pull off a successful Marc Anthony. the prosecution would never let him do it. and his legal team is definitely fighting the charges, they're not gonna let him double down on it under any circumstances.

but regardless of that, he is innocent until and unless proven guilty. and even if he is, his letter of the law guilt shouldn't matter because then he should be freed because of the 'he's a hero' clause. so no matter what, he should walk free. and he deserves it either way.

[caspira-writes-fanfiction]

Finding Family (Fizz's Found Family)-Chapter 4 pt. 3

Pink Skies

Pink skies were calming like morphine. The pretty trees and cotton candy clouds that swirled outside Fizzarolli’s window made him feel like a kid again. Of all the places he would go, who knew he would wake up in a world where the sky was cotton candy? It wasn’t real, none of it was real, at least not in a way that mattered, but that was the point. None of it mattered. It made it a lot more difficult to be angry at the world when everything was fucking beautiful to look at.

His tongue was lead in his mouth, but the sheets were soft at least. He couldn’t remember the last time his sheets were soft. The soft, rhythmic beat from a machine overhead grounded him to reality. He wasn’t in a dream, he was in a hospital.

He was awake. It was surgery day. He was alive!

The last time he’d woken up from a major surgery he hadn’t felt relief, he hadn’t felt excited, he hadn’t felt alive but today he felt all of those things.

Fizzarolli began to wiggle himself upright but was met with a firm hand that pushed him back down on the bed.

“Don’t you fucking think about it.” Fizzarolli laughed and slowly started to try and force his eyes open for more than a second at a time.

“Barbie-Wire.” His tongue is still heavy and his mouth struggled to find the right shapes, but his tone was warm. He wasn’t waking up alone. Fizzarolli still had a family, even if it was just a family of two.

It took several more minutes before Fizz was lucid enough to keep his eyes open and hold a conversation. The room he was in was spacious, it had a window. He didn’t have a roommate, there wasn’t even space for a second bed. That alone was more than he had expected to wake up to. He must have been out overnight, the bench by the window had a pillow and blankets made up on it. So Barb had stayed with him. He had to ask her to pinch him when he noticed the flowers and….was that a mini bar on the counter in front of him under the Feel Better Soon banner?

“No, it’s real alright. It was here before you even got up into your room. It was here when I got here. And everything is labeled?”

“Labeled?” Fizzarolli flicked his tail towards the counter that looked more like a buffet. “What the fuck do they say?”

“They all say the same thing. Free of Charge.” She brought over a chocolate bar. “It’s quality shit, too. Not all just snacks. You’ve got lotion, books, a fucking relaxation candle. One of them machines that makes ocean noises. And I think clothes. I didn’t open those boxes. Could be lingerie.”

Barb kept her tone light but she had been struggling in here, Fizzarolli could tell. She was restless and uncomfortable, and he could see the flask poking out of her boot but made no comment. He had yet to see himself, but it had to look like last time. Fizzarolli hadn’t just had one major surgery today, he’d had five. Eight to twelve hours under, the doctors had estimated. He could feel bandages wrapped around each of his limbs and his head. There had to be more than a few tubes and wires attached to him. He couldn’t blame Barb. He knew it would be difficult for her. He told her she didn’t have to come because he knew it would likely be triggering and she was almost five months sober. He was happy she came, though. It was just beezlejuice, that’s basically sober compared to H8. Fizzarolli could worry about getting Barb to a meeting later. Today he was just happy that someone cared.

Fizzarolli ignored Barb’s comment and turned his attention to the treat he’d just been handed: Beelzebub’s Queen Size Honey Crunch Bar. Fizz wrapped his tail around the bar and brought it to his mouth. His teeth ripped open the packaging and with skillful work from both his tongue and his tail helped shimmy the wrapper down so he could try it.

“So where did all these come from?” Fizzarolli asked. He took a bite of the chocolate bar. It was delicious. The sweetest honeycomb he could imagine filled smooth, sweet chocolate. It was good, but too sweet for having just woken up. He wasn’t even sure he was supposed to be eating this soon after surgery. Oh well.

“Take a fucking guess.” Barb took the small envelope from the large bouquet of largely blue and purple blooms. Fizzarolli stuck his tongue out at her and took the card. She had definitely already read it.

Fizzarolli,

I hope your operations were successful and these items find you well. There are all free of charge and with no expectations attached other than you use what you want to help in your recovery. Rest. The speedier recovery, the sooner you can try your new limbs! If there is anything else you need to help with your recovery, please don’t hesitate to ask. I look forward to our next meeting.

Warmly,

Ozzie ~Asmodeus~

Fizzarolli felt his whole body grow warm as he read the message.

“He sends you all of this and you expect me not to assume you two are fucking? Come on, Fizz. You can tell me. What’s his cock like? I bet it’s ginormous”

They weren’t fucking, but that wasn’t going to keep her from poking fun at him. Fizzarolli frowned, but decided not to poke the bear. Barb was here, he wasn’t alone, she didn’t mean it in the way it made Fizzarolli feel. He’d gotten good at ignoring her comments. And honestly? She could say whatever she wanted to him tonight, he couldn’t blame her for being on edge. It’s not like the hospital brought happy memories for either of them, and Fizzarolli wasn’t the one who had to see him in a hospital bed and bandaged again. So long as she wasn’t back on H8, and so long as she stayed. Fizz didn’t care what else she did or said tonight. So long as she was here, he didn’t have to be stuck in a hospital bed worrying about her and alone.

And he didn’t have to. Barb decided to set up camp in the reclining chair next to Fizzarolli’s bed that night. She was wrapped up in the pink and blue plush blanket that had been part of Fizzaroli’s care package from Lust and was snoring away before Fizzarolli was even tired. When he did fall asleep, he fell asleep thinking about Asmodeus. He was here too, even if the only other person in the room was Barbie. Everything he had done had helped Fizzarolli get here, and reminders of him were scattered and decorated all throughout the room. Fizzarolli fell asleep feeling special. That night, he dreamed about flying.

[chrissbluehat]

Nervous

Part 1 2

Pairing : y/n and Chris Sturniolo

Summary: you lived a pretty standard life, you kept to yourself mostly, and never felt you drew the eyes of anyone. Though this always felt conflicting when comparing yourself to friends. This was until a boy came into your life and flipped it completely around.

Lets ignore the fact this took me a week to write :)

Warnings : angst if you squint

It had been a month since we first met, and I still longed for him the way I did a month ago, though the sense of desire was starting to eat at me. The glances at this point were no longer enough. I wanted to talk to him again, I needed to be around him, I didn't want to wait around for him to break out of his shell, but I knew I had to. The lack of progression between us was killing me, I craved his touch. My body felt hot at the thought of it. When I reflect back to the bench of the party, it all feels a cloud almost as if I must have made it up. He wasn’t remotely the same person, though that for some reason didn’t make me like him less. The fact he called me the mystery girl makes me laugh to myself sometimes, considering the fact he’s a total closed book.

I had continued the routine that I'd started a month ago. Giving it up felt as if I was giving up on him which for some reason I was so strongly against. I continued on as I did every morning, the thought of him so vibrant in my mind. I did my hair and put on the outfit that I had selected the night before, as I left my house I was met by Jenna.

Since that day a month ago I'd become more distant with Jenna, I tried not to be but I felt guilty about not telling her how I feel, I wasn’t sure why I refused to tell her and she could tell something was up yet I told her there was nothing which inflicted a bit of tension between us. We walked to school in mostly silence. I wish I could say it was a comfortable silence but it was far from it. I urged to talk to her but a part of me held me back from uttering a word. I wondered how she felt, I wondered if she cared as much. She looked down at her phone for most of the walk, flicking her screen at me every once in a while if she found something I thought was funny. It felt like an odd contrast to her talkative self, which I think hurt more. We wandered in and she waved me goodbye with a faint smile, I smiled back at her and made my way to homeroom, looking slightly forward to glancing at Chris from across the classroom as I usually did.

As I walked in I noticed that there was a new seating plan on the board. I rolled my eyes and scanned for my name, head empty. I noticed my name at the back of the room and my eye flickered to see who was next to me and realised it said Chris. My face conjured into the cheshire cat in that moment, my face was also heavily blushing. I was lucky I always arrived early into class or that would have had everyone confused, I practically skipped over to my seat and awaited the rest of the class. My eyes were monitoring the door and my head would shoot up whenever I heard footsteps. I was a little anxious. Yes I could maybe make the progression I wanted but I was also nervous about the idea of being that close to him again. Chris arrived about five minutes later along with his friends. I watched as his eyes scanned the board for his name and I looked down at the desk as he spun around to make his way to the back of the room. As he approached the table I tilted my head up and softly smiled at him. I hadn’t been this close to him in what felt like an eternity, and a part of me felt slightly content. He sat down beside me and shot me a small smile and looked away. I noticed his cheeks were slightly flushed which was kind of cute. The rest of the period was slow. We didn't actually talk. I was too choked up and couldn’t utter a word but sometimes it’s just nice to be in the presence of certain people and in that moment I didn’t mind too much that we didn’t really communicate. Our elbows brushed occasionally and I swear his hand brushed my leg at one point but I tried to think nothing of it in case it was an accident. I mean it's a bold move from someone that hasn’t spoken to me in a month.

Each day rolled past in a similar manner, silence. I picked up some things about him from sitting next to him though. He was the sort to put the least amount of effort into all of his work, like the bare bare minimum. I discovered an artist he must like a lot because he’s set as his home screen, he’s some kind of rap artist. Did I try to listen to his music so that I could act like I'm a fan, just to have something to say to Chris? Yes. Do I regret that deeply? Yes. I couldn’t sit through a single song, it went off faster than I pressed play. He carries a can of Pepsi in his bag daily, which made me giggle the first time he opened his bag, resulting in him quickly turning his head at me furrowing his eyebrows as if he was missing something. I directed my eyes towards his bag and he quietly said “Oh”, in response, smiled and continued rummaging through his bag. Like every teenage boy he has the maturity level of an 11 year old, I've caught him laughing to himself whenever someone says something, which out of context, could sound a little questionable. He has a playlist for next to every occasion, all labelled pretty basic things like people's names or certain moods, each playlist had a good hour’s worth of music on it. He would add music to each of them every other day, I'm guessing one of them mentioned the song to or in front of him so he’d go and add it when he had time. I thought that that was quite sweet, it was nice that he picked up things like that enough to make a whole playlist for each of the people he cared about. 

About a week after the change in seating plan I was glancing out of the window with nothing to do, as I'd done all of my assigned work and was not in the mood to do extra in that moment. My eyes hovered over to Chris, who had his head in his arms on the desk, I smiled a little at him unknowingly. I rummaged through my bag and pulled out one of my notebooks. I tore off a corner of the page which caused him to jolt his head up. He relaxed once he realised it was just me and he snuggled his head back into the crook of his elbow. I grabbed a pen and sat there for a moment thinking of what I’m supposed to say to him. I could say hi but he’d just say hi back and I'd then have to think of something to say after. My hands pressed against my face in slight frustration as I glanced over at him. I decided to go with the basic “i’m bored”, I scribbled it on the paper and slid it under his arm. I heard him softly chuckle and lift his head up, his eyes scanned the desk and grabbed my pen from my pen. Our hands made contact for a moment. I shouldn’t have enjoyed it as much as I did but I could feel myself slightly blush, luckily he had his face turned away from me as he wrote something on the paper, after a moment his head turned back to me and passed the paper back. He’d decided to fold it so that I couldn’t read it instantly, I felt his gaze on me as I opened it. 

“You know if you wanted to talk to me, you could have just used your words”. I furrowed my eyebrows at the words on the paper. It sounds like the same Chris I met at the party but the guy next to me did not act like him. I looked over at him with the same expression on my face, confusion and slight annoyance. Where does his sudden sparks of confidence even come from? It didn’t make sense to me. He grabbed my book and looked for the page I'd already torn and tore more paper off of it and went back to writing, a minute later he slid the paper back to me. “Are you just gonna stare at me like a lost puppy?” with an annoying smirky face next to his words making roll my eyes a little, a smile threatening to escape. 

“I was not staring at you like a lost puppy, thank you”, I spoke up, I sounded a little like I’d forgotten how to talk. 

“Hmm, that's not how it looked to me”, he replied with a smirk across his face. I could feel myself melting away slightly, I could have looked at that expression forever. 

“Hmm okay”, I giggled, causing him to giggle too. This sparked the interest of Masie, who shot me an odd look and then went back to talking to the person beside her. Chris furrowed his eyebrows in Masie’s direction and then looked back at me

“What was that about?” I shrugged my shoulders acting oblivious. I hadn’t realised he didn’t know about the way some people spoke about him. For the rest of that period I realised that he kept looking in her direction. A part of that slightly irritated me, it shouldn’t have but I couldn't help how I was feeling, I tried to ignore it.

The bell went off and we packed up our things and headed off in different directions. I was on my way to my lesson when Masie caught up with me, tapping my shoulder to get my attention. “What are you doing?”

“What?” I looked at her, my face displaying my confusion as I continued walking.

“Umm talking to Chris, do you like not listen to anything anyone says?”

“Obviously I listen, I’m still not seeing your point though”, I came to a stop. Masie rolled her eyes a little causing me to furrow my eyebrows at her.

“You just can’t talk to him, I'm not going into detail in the middle of the corridor”. And with that she was off, leaving me in the middle of the hall completely confused. I came back to my senses a little and realised I had somewhere to be, I hurried off to my lesson, the conversation I just had replaying in my mind.

[digitalsumitpurohit]

GPT 4.1 vs Claude 3.7 Sonnet: Budget-Friendly Speed or Deep System Logic?

Delve into a head-to‑head comparison of GPT 4.1 vs Claude 3.7 Sonnet. Discover why GPT 4.1 Mini/Nano are ideal for fast, affordable UI and boilerplate tasks, while Claude’s hybrid reasoning mode and higher SWE‑bench scores make it a powerhouse for complex debugging and security‑focused projects

[moko1590m]

日本のAI企業であるSakana AIが2025年5月、AIが自らのコードを書き換えて自己改善する「ダーウィン・ゲーデルマシン」というシス���ムを考案しま��た。ダーウィン・ゲーデルマシンがどういう能力や特徴を持ったAIシステムなのかについて、香港中文大学深セン校の博士課程に在籍するリチャード・コーネリアス・スワンディ氏が解説しています。 [2505.22954] Darwin Godel Machine: Open-Ended Evolution of Self-Improving Agents https://arxiv.org/abs/2505.22954 自らのコードを書き換え自己改善するAI：「ダーウィン・ゲーデルマシン」（DGM）の提案 https://sakana.ai/dgm-jp/ AI that can improve itself | Richard Cornelius Suwandi https://richardcsuwandi.github.io/blog/2025/dgm/ 記事作成時点で存在するほとんどのAIモデルは、トレーニング期間には膨大なデータを用いて学習を行うものの、トレーニングが終わった時点でモデルの知能が固定化されます。一方、人間は生涯を通じて学習を継続し、科学者などのコミュニティも新たな知識をどんどん受け入れて改善し続けていくことができます。 この問題についてスワンディ氏は、「今日のAIシステムの多くは人間が設計した『オリ』の中に閉じ込められています。エンジニアが作り上げた強固なアーキテクチャに依存しており、時間の経過と共に自律的に進化する能力が欠けています。これが現代のAIの弱点です。車と同じように、エンジンがどれだけチューニングされていようと、ドライバーがどれほど熟練していようと、車体構造やエンジンの種類を変更して新しいコースに適応することはできません」と指摘しています。 自己改善するAIというアイデアに関するものとしては、ドイツのコンピューター科学者であるユルゲン・シュミットフーバー氏が2003年に考案した「ゲーデルマシン」が挙げられます。ゲーデルマシンは仮説上の自己改善型AIであり、より良い戦略を数学的に証明できる場合に自身のコードを書き換えて、問題解決を最適化するというものです。 このアイデアは興味深いものですが、実際のところ複雑なAIシステムのコード変更が絶対的に有益なものかどうか、何らかの制限や仮定を設けずに証明するのは困難です。そこでSakana AIは、カナダにあるブリティッシュコロンビア大学のジ��フ・クルーン教授の研究室と共同で、より現実的なアプローチである「ダーウィン・ゲーデルマシン」を考案しました。 ダーウィン・ゲーデルマシンは、チャールズ・ダーウィンの進化論にも似たオープンエンドなアルゴリズムの原理を利用し、数学的な証明ではなく経験に基づいてパフォーマンス向上につながる修正を探索するAIシステムです。今回Sakana AIは、コーディング能力を持つダーウィン・ゲーデルマシンを考案しました。 ダーウィン・ゲーデルマシンの一般的なワークフローは以下の通り。 1：初期化 ダーウィン・ゲーデルマシンにおける進化の過程は、1つまたは少数の基本的なコーディングエージェントから始まります。ダーウィン・ゲーデルマシンは以前に生成されたすべてのエージェントを保存するアーカイブを持っており、初期化のたびに潜在的に価値がある変異が失われないようにするとのこと。 2：サンプリング ダーウィン・ゲーデルマシンはアーカイブから1つ以上の「親エージェント」を選択します。選択メカニズムはパフォーマンスの高いエージェントにのみ焦点を当てるのではなく、成功率の低いエージェントにも選択される機会を与えており、これによってより広範な探索が可能になります。 3：複製 親エージェントが選択されると、ダーウィン・ゲーデルマシンは「既存ツールの機能強化」「新しいツールやワークフローの追加」「問題解決戦略の改善」「コラボレーションメカニズムの導入」といった変更をソースコードレベルで行い、新しい子エージェントを生成します。 4：自然淘汰(とうた) ダーウィン・ゲーデルマシンは、新たに生成した子エージェントのパフォーマンスを定量的に評価し、最適な子エージェントを選択します。 5：系統樹の形成 子エージェントが親エージェントを上回るパフォーマンスを発揮するか、特定のクオリティを満たすとアーカイブに追加され、進化系統樹の新しいノードとなります。 これらのプロセスが反復的に繰り返されることで、多様で高品質なエージェントの進化系統樹が形成されます。以下の図は、ゲーデルマシンの仕組み(左)とダーウィン・ゲーデルマシンの仕組み(右)を並べたもの。ダーウィン・ゲーデルマシンはオープンエンドな探索を採用することで、限定的な範囲でしか最適でない局所最適解に陥るのを避け、後の世代でより強力になり得るエージェントも保持されるという特徴があります。 研究チームは、AIエージェントのコーディング能力を評価する「SWE-bench」と「Polyglot」という2つのベンチマークを用いて、ダーウィン・ゲーデルマシンの能力を評価しました。その結果、SWE-benchではダーウィン・ゲーデルマシンがパフォーマンスを20％から50％に向上させ、Polyglotでも初期エージェントの14.2％から30.7％へと飛躍的に性能が向上することが確認されました。 以下の図は、SWE-Benchにおけるダーウィン・ゲーデルマシンの自己改善の過程を表したものです。円の色が黄色に近いほどベンチマークスコアが高いエージェントであり、円の中の数字が��ージェントが生成された順番を示しており、星マークのエージェントが最終的に最もスコアが高いエージェントでした。最良のエージェントにつながったエージェントの祖先をたどると、「4」や「56」の同世代には、よりスコアが高いエージェントが存在していました。これは、必ずしもある時点でパフォーマンスが高いエージェントが、最良の結果につながるとは限らないことを示しています。 なお、Sakana AIのダーウィン・ゲーデルマシンは安全性を最優先に設計されており、すべての自己修正や評価は安全なサンドボックス内で行われ、すべての変更はアーカイブで追跡可能となっていました。しかし、ダーウィン・ゲーデルマシンが報酬関数をハッキングし、偽のログを作成する事例も確認されたとのことで、AIモデルの不正行為を防ぐ方法についてはさらなる研究が必要だとのこと。 Sakana AIは、「ダーウィン・ゲーデルマシンは、際限なく学習し、自ら足掛かりを築きながら改善を続けるAIシステムの実現に向けた、具体的な一歩を示すものです。次の課題としては、このアプローチのスケールアップ、そして将来的にはエージェントが利用する基盤モデルの訓練プロセス自体を自己改善の対象に含めることなどが挙げられます。この分野の研究においては、安全性の確保が最優先事項です。この研究を安全に進めることができれば、科学的進歩の加速をはじめ、社会に多大な利益をもたらすポテンシャルを最大限に引き出すことができるはずです」と述べました。 この記事のタイトルとURLをコピーする ・関連記事 日本に拠点を置くAI企業「Sakana AI」がキャッシュメモリの使用量を最大75％削減する技術「NAMM」を開発 - GIGAZINE 実験と論文執筆だけでなく査読まですべてAIが行う「AIサイエンティスト」を日本のAI企業「Sakana AI」がリリース - GIGAZINE Sakana AIの「100倍高速化できる」という発表がネット上で検証され逆に「3倍遅くなる」と指摘される - GIGAZINE 日本に拠点を置くAI企業「Sakana AI」がNVIDIAなどから合計140億円以上の出資を受ける - GIGAZINE 既存のAIモデルを組み合わせて超高性能モデルを作る手法を日本のAI企業「Sakana AI」が開発、進化的アルゴリズムで膨大な組み合わせを試行し人間には発想困難な高性能LLMや画像生成モデルを作成可能 - GIGAZINE Googleが開発した進化的AI「AlphaEvolve」は未知のアルゴリズムや未解決数学問題の新解法を発見可能、すでにGoogle内部ではAI開発やチップ設計の効率化に活用されている - GIGAZINE Stable Diffusionなどの画像生成AIに用いられる拡散モデルは「進化的アルゴリズム」だという主張 - GIGAZINE 機械学習によって解決できるかどうかが証明不可能な学習モデルが発見される - GIGAZINE ・関連コンテンツ GoogleのAI部門でトップだったエンジニアが示す機械学習システムアーキテクチャの進むべき姿とは？ 新型コロナウイルスの「ハイリスクな変異株」をWHOより約2カ月も早く特定するAIシステムをBioNTechが開発 コンピューターはアルゴリズムで「クリエイティブな芸術作品」を見分けて格付けできるのか？ Googleのエンジニアが人間がコーディングを行うよりも高速で自己進化するAI「AutoML-Zero」を発表 マインクラフトを大規模言語モデルのGPT-4で反復学習しながら自動でプレイするAIエージェント「Voyager」が登場 AIは人間より人気の高い「富の再分配システム」を作成できるという研究結果 OpenAIがAIの論文理解＆再現能力を評価するベンチマーク「PaperBench」を発表、人間とAIのどちらが研究開発力が高いのか？ GoogleとLinux Foundationがセキュリティ開発者2人をフルタイムで起用すると発表、わざわざ2人の増員を明らかにした理由とは？

自分自身のコードを書き換えてどんどん賢くなるAI「ダーウィン・ゲーデルマシン」とは？ - GIGAZINE

[fabiopempy]

Sakana AI Introduces Self-Improving Agent That Boosts Performance By Up To 50% On SWE-Bench

Japanese AI company Sakana AI introduced the Darwin Gödel Machine (DGM), a self-modifying agent capable of altering its own code. Drawing inspiration from evolutionary principles, the system maintains a growing lineage of agent variants, enabling ongoing exploration within the broad range of self-improving agent designs. While current agent systems are typically static and unchanging after

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[news786hz]

Anthropic overtakes OpenAI: Claude Opus 4 codes seven hours nonstop, sets record SWE-Bench score and reshapes enterprise AI

Anthropic overtakes OpenAI: Claude Opus 4 codes seven hours nonstop, sets record SWE-Bench score and reshapes enterprise AI

[theenterprisemac]

We Need Something Better

Source: Anthropic

I think it is safe to say that we need something better than these benchmarks for evaluating LLMs in the future. These sort of contrived tests that can be trained on are a poor representation of any actual ability to function in the space that is being tested.

The fact that an AI can solve some coding benchmark problems or some math or language puzzles doesn't mean that the model is actually any good at those things. This is especially true given that these companies tend to train their models to do well on these benchmarks. This may not be teaching to the test, but it certainly is a far cry from the kind of programming or math knowledge that a real programmer or mathematician would have.

Remember these tools simply and blindly apply known approaches to the task and solve by constructing solutions from bits constructed probabilistically.

I think there is always going to be the inherent problem that to a certain extent some of these tasks are subjective. Which is the better way to write some function is somewhat subjective depending on what you are measuring. I do think that we see a gaping divide between what model benchmarks tell us and actual real world performance. This is always going to be the case because ultimately what a given model will do well at is going to be based on its training. The less the problem matches the training the worse it will do.

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