#everyone in my friend group seems very divided on this

[bimbocore]

OK serious question for my fellow sensory sensitive people

Reblog for sample size!

[achocosun]

all I need is the air that I breathe, and to love you ft. lee mark !

𖹭⠀࣭⠀⋆ genre ; non-idol!mark × fem reader. fluff, pure unadulterated fluff. established relationship au. use of pet names (for her: baby, pretty girl / for him: lovie). just a short drabble to get used to posting on tumblr. ugh this turned tooth-rottingly sweet.

𖹭⠀࣭⠀⋆ word count ; 1.4k (this was supposed to be shorter but well, i got carried away haha)

𖹭⠀࣭⠀⋆ warning(s) ; none that i see ^^

𖹭⠀࣭⠀⋆ notes ; divider by @mewryn (it's so pretty oml)

laughter. the sound of laughter had to be your favorite music that drifted leisurely throughout the apartment.

be it hushed chuckles over a movie or a funny tiktok your boyfriend sent over to you, the rambunctious cackling that tailed your group of friends when they'd indulged a little too much in drinks after dinners that often than not happened in the home you shared with mark–you cherished them all the very same.

before you moved into the flat on the tenth floor, the highest any residential building went in the street equidistant to both of your workplaces, you had some doubts. mostly concerning how eerily quiet it tended to get even with the faint honks of traffic in the heart of seoul.

you could owe it to your upbringing in the city, never once truly alone despite how easily it was slipping into a faraway headspace. you still did that sometimes but after meeting mark, the use of your headphones that'd found purchase against your ears got lesser and lesser. until you could go days just listening to his little tangents.

of course, it was more because of the fact that you adored how his whole face brightened as he shared with you something, anything he held dear. the way his soft brown eyes twinkled as he animatedly explained his point made you lose all sense of reality.

once in sophmore year of college, he had stopped for half a minute and then chuckled at you staring at him in awe. it had taken him waving his hand before you and a "hello, earth to _______? do i have something on my face?" for you to realize your embarrassing predicament.

only mark didn't seem to find it odd. no, on the contrary he found the gesture endearing. he had that tendency to ramble, everyone told him as much. but for you to listen to every word and hang onto it infused a swell in his heart, a giddy feeling he honestly did not want to suppress.

with mark, everything came in it's most simple form. relationships were not supposed to be easy, each one had it's own complications as did yours. but with him you knew you would always try to work through every rough patch because your boyfriend was willing just as much.

you had put an official label on your relationship in junior year, and not being strangers to the amount of teasing that would ensue from your rather large circle of friends, you had decided to keep it lowkey, letting them find out on their own and ease into it.

but with your streak of not keeping your hands–or lips for that matter—off each other, it took them two weeks flat to figure it out. but that's on johnny and his inability to knock on doors as he strutted into mark's dorm as if it was his own, oblivious to you both tangled in each other's arms on the small sofa pushed against the wall beside the balcony.

to your surprise, no noticeably grand change came with the reveal. in johnny's words, you and mark had always been sort of touchy with each other even as friends. he told you to keep the make-outs to a minimum and nobody else would know for sure.

after graduation, mark had mustered up the courage to ask you to move in with him. he had put a lot of thought into it—scoured for decently sized apartments, looked for help from his older friends and even went as far as to ask your parents for their opinion.

of course, the one answer that mattered was yours but even the fact that he asked your parents made you feel elated. and it definitely earned him their seal of approval.

the hesitant question had followed a meal of chinese takeout for dinner as you leaned your head on his shoulder, watching the movie playing in the living room of his childhood home, an arm wrapped around his waist. you had noticed his skittishness all night and it all came to a head as he played with the ends of your hair.

"i was thinking", mark started, taking your hum as approval to continue while you lowered the volume of the tv. "and seriously you can take as much time to think or even say no, i won't force you."

this time you turned to face him fully, a frown creeping up to your face. "what is it, markie? is something wrong?"

"i– well..." he took a sharp breath, eyes never once meeting your own. "i was thinking maybe you can move in with me?"

the silence that followed only plummeted his heart further down his stomach. mark moved an inch away from you, grabbing the remote from your grasp while shaking his head. "never mind. it's way too soon to think of that stuff, right? that's was a sudden, stupid ques—"

"don't say that. nothing you said is stupid." regaining your voice, you shifted closer to him, your grip sliding up his arm and towards nape as you rubbed the area. his shoulders slouched visibly, irrate heartbeat slowing just a little.

you smiled up at him, deft fingers smoothing across his across his brow and finally resting against his cheeks. it took a little tug for him to finally face you, mouth opening and closing as he wracked his brain for the appropriate words to find him when you spoke again.

"i would love to move in with you, mark."

as much as you loved mark when he's talking, sometimes you took great pleasure in rendering him speechless.

as quick as lightning he held your wrists with widened eyes, stopping the advances of your hands down his perfectly sculpted face. you brushed his knee softly as his adam's apple bobbed with a dry gulp.

mark found it hard to even formulate a thought, let alone speak. just when he'd started believing all of this was a bad idea, horrendous really, your admission nearly made his brain short-circuit.

"woah, wait— no. what?" he stumbled over the words eliciting a giggle out of you. "run that by me again, baby. i don't think i heard you correctly."

swatting his shoulder playfully, you took liberty to throw a leg over his, straddling his lap. "you heard me just right the first time, lovie. i think we should do it, move in together. i mean, we have somewhat stable jobs and it would stop us from inconveniencing your parents or mine. honestly, i love your mother but i got goosebumps when she winked at me on the way out."

mark managed a chuckle, rubbing up and down the sides on your legs on either side of him. this had been your arrangement after college. date nights in either of your houses meant the parents always had to leave unless they wanted to walk in on their not-so-little-anymore kids doing anything reserved for behind closed doors.

suddenly, you found yourself being pulled forwards into his chest as his ecstasy evolved into child-like laughter–carefree and unbound. his arms tightened around your form as you succumbed to your own joy.

mark whispered against your hair between pressing kisses to the crown of your head, "i love you, you know that?"

you peeked up at him, cheeks starting to hurt from the wide smile that nothing in the world could dampen. "do you?"

"mhmm. and now that we will live together, i'll remind you everyday, pretty girl. over and over."

sometimes, it scared you how dependent you had gotten on this one single person. finding your chest surging with pride in his every minute success, just as it ached when he hurted.

mark looked at you like you had hung the stars in the sky. then again, you were sure you'd visit every length to do just that if he so much as asked.

and that night had brought you to this one, sitting against the armrest of the loveseat surrounded by your friends, legs thrown over your boyfriend's as he held you close. you knew he would never let you fall but every fiber in your being appreciated the closeness regardless.

you smiled at haechan's dramatic recounting of some incident in the pub last night, finding comfort in the fingers thrumming to an unknown beat against your hips.

as your eyes wandered to every occupant of the cozy living room of your apartment—yours and mark's—you couldn't help but thank your lucky stars for this chance.

because until you have this little life, this warm, lived-in home, your friends, family and most importantly him by your side, nothing could make you a stranger to the sense of contentment.

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[elfwreck]

I have a friend who isn't anti-porn but it makes her sad that fanfic has a reputation for being porny and usually not very good. I'm fine with both those things and my views mostly align with that of AO3. I disagree with the idea that porn and badness are treated as equivalent, but for most people that's just how they think. But I was wondering if youve ever written something about this?

There is a lot of smut at AO3.

There is a lot of bad writing at AO3.

There's a lot of badly written smut at AO3.

...None of those are problems except for the people who think there is something wrong with those existing, or that there needs to be some external value that "balances" those that make those acceptable to exist as unwanted side-effects of "the good stuff."

The badly-written smut is also "the good stuff."

It's part of the reason AO3 exists. It's not intended to be an archive for "the high-quality fanfic that could be published if it weren't about characters that someone else wrote first"; it's an archive for "what fanfic writers want to write." That makes the terrible writing and the tacky porn and the badly-written tacky porn part of the reason the archive exists.

Tangent 1 (I'll connect these points later): Theodore Sturgeon said "90% of everything is crud." He was more-or-less referring to the science fiction field in the 50s, but it definitely extended to politics, business, and writing outside of science fiction.

...He was talking about published books in the 50s. Turns out, a lot more than 90% of writing is crud when there aren't any gatekeepers between it and the readers. But also:

Tangent 2, from the book "Art and Fear":

[A] ceramics teacher announced on opening day that he was dividing the class into two groups. All those on the left side of the studio, he said, would be graded solely on the quantity of work they produced, all those on the right solely on its quality. His procedure was simple: on the final day of class he would bring in his bathroom scales and weigh the work of the “quantity” group: fifty pound of pots rated an “A”, forty pounds a “B”, and so on. Those being graded on “quality”, however, needed to produce only one pot — albeit a perfect one — to get an “A”. Well, came grading time and a curious fact emerged: the works of highest quality were all produced by the group being graded for quantity. It seems that while the “quantity” group was busily churning out piles of work – and learning from their mistakes — the “quality” group had sat theorizing about perfection, and in the end had little more to show for their efforts than grandiose theories and a pile of dead clay.

You don't get to "quality writing" without going through a lot of crappy writing.

That doesn't mean the crappy writing is garbage to be thrown out. If you make 50 pots or bowls or vases, and only one of them is The Good One... most of the rest are okay. Maybe not sale-quality good, but your-kitchen-table quality good. Maybe some aren't that good and are kids-toy-in-the-sandbox level good.

Bad writing has a purpose for the writer: they can use it as practice to get better. It has a purpose for the reader: It can serve as inspiration ("I can do better than that") or grammatical instruction ("that...does not work; why doesn't that work?") or just as entertainment ("eh, so it's missing a few commas; I can still understand it").

Smut and porn writing works the same way. It's of some value to the writer, and some to the readers.

It's not of value to everyone. That's what tags and filters are for, and why there's a summary and list of stats (like word counts)--so you can figure out if you're one of the readers for whom this piece of writing is useful or interesting.

But AO3, like any library, is not there to take the top 5% of Excellent Writing and provide it a showcase. It is absolutely for all 50 lbs of pots.

If your friend wants to read the good stuff, there are rec lists and collections to help her find it.

If she already manages that, and is just annoyed at how much of the not-good stuff (however she defines that) exists... she's picked the wrong battle. She's arguing with the ocean that it has too many kinds of fish and some are poisonous a lot of them are ugly.

[wosoluver]

Healers got to date protectors - Headcanons

Misa Rodriguez x Physio!reader

──✩₊⁺⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧──

How the two of you met

When Misa arrived one day at training, she couldn't help but notice the whispering going around the team.

They hardly ever got everyone together to talk about something, that wasn't football.

The friend groups were overall very divided.

But you know how it is. Gossip aways brings people together.

"What's going on?" Misa immediately asked Brunn.

"New member in the staff."

"And that's whats causing all of this?"

"It's a new physio. And she is gorgeous!" Sofie chimed in.

"I can't believe your guys are so worked up about that.

I thought something bad had happened."

"Oihane was the one who saw her when she stopped by to get tapping for her hamstring issue." Raso added.

"And now everyone is coming up with their own plans, to go into the office to meet her, without seeming so obsessed." Møller revealed.

"You guys want to fake needing physio sessions?" She was so confused. Why were they all acting like they hadn't seen a beautiful woman before?

"Not me!" "Nope" "I won't" the group of four said in unison, but they couldn't keep a straight face.

"You guys are unbelievable! I'm going out to the field."

By the end of the day she had landed badly on one of her jumps, and had a pain in her hand that wouldn't go away. But she refused going in, to check it out.

She didn't want to seem like she was partaking in the other girls' behavior.

So from training, she went straight home.

Next morning she didn't think she could skip checking in, just to make sure everything was alright and maybe get something to relieve that slight pain she felt.

She didn't want to tell anyone were she was going, so she decided on going to your office before training.

And once she saw you, she understood slightly, the commotion yesterday.

You were young, about the same age as her. That was very unusual when it came to the team's medical staff.

Your eyes were shiny and your smile caught her by surprise.

"Uhm, good morning." she choked out.

"Good morning!

Please don't tell me you feel a slight discomfort on your leg too." You joked in a light way.

"Oh- No. Its just, I landed badly on my hand yesterday. It tried sleeping it off but it didn't work."

"Come sit, I'll take a look."

You grabbed Misa's hand gently, to check what was going on.

"It doesn't seem to be anything to be worried about. It's barely a mild sprain. The discomfort should go away in two or three days max.

I'll tape you up to make sure you're safe for training. I don't want to risk worsening it."

As you grabbed your kit, you started to work on it.

"They're not really hurt." you let out a soft laugh at her words.

"I could tell. I think they forgot I'm a doctor." you joked.

"They're only doing this to have the chance to meet you."

"I suspected something was going on. That's why I didn't tell anyone about it. Imagine how alarmed they would be to find out half of the team had come in for a unscheduled physiotherapy session? In one day?" You both laughed about it.

"Well, you're all done here. Come back tomorrow so I can redo it. That's the best we can do, to heal it faster." Giving her a comforting smile.

"Thank you! I am Misa, by the way."

"Y/N. Nice to meet you." You said, as she left for training.

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"Where were you?" Asked Raso, knowing exactly where she was, from the tape on her wrist.

"I hurt my hand during training yesterday." There was no use trying to lie.

"Of course you did."

"I did! I swear!" letting out a laugh.

"Wow, Misa smiling in the morning? What have they done to you?" Asked Sofie coming in.

"Take a wild guess." Teased Hayley.

"No. I actually needed it."

"We believe you." at this point Misa was already rolling her eyes.

──✩₊⁺⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧──

This will be a series of headcanons! So far 3 parts planned. 🩷

[the-boy-meets-evil]

today of all days | vernon

(the lull of the new year never really comes for you, which is fine. it's better to be busy. this year, you're a little too busy planning something else to worry much about valentine's day. It's never been your favorite holiday anyway. but, could your boyfriend have forgotten in entirely?)

pairing: vernon x afab!reader genre: est. relationship, non-idol!au | smut, slight angst, fluff rating: explicit, minors DNI word count: ~4.6k warnings: mentions of food, there's a little angst, but it's mostly miscommunication, kissing, oral sex (m & f receiving), fingering, marking, unprotected sex (don't do this without talking about it), multiple orgasms, slight overstimulation, i think that's it

a/n: happy valentine's day to the always wonderful, absolutely amazing @wonwussy 💕 it's been so much fun to get to write this for you. i hope you enjoy it! this is part of @svthub's cupid for you valentine's exchange organized by my bby @wongyuseokie (who is very amazing and also made the banner & divider). happy valentine's (and carat day)!

There’s usually kind of a lull at the beginning of the new year. Like everyone decides that after the holidays, you’re due for a break. People try to work on their resolutions, businesses expect to see the drop off in their sales. Everything just feels more peaceful. It’s that calm before the storm when everything picks up again. 

Not for you, though. At least not this year. February brings Valentine’s Day and your boyfriend’s birthday. You don’t really care that much about the former. It’s nice to have someone to celebrate with, and you’re sure the two of you will do something, but it’s nothing crazy. As long as you have him and a quiet night in, you’re good. It’s the latter of the two things that’s keeping an otherwise peaceful time from being peaceful. 

Here’s the thing. Vernon isn’t one to make a big deal of his birthday, never has been. He feels similar to the way you feel about Valentine’s Day. He likes to do something to mark the passing of time, definitely enjoys the presents, but doesn’t feel the need for it to be some huge thing. It’s a little difficult, too, because he’s got another friend with the same birthday. For the years that they’ve been friends, they’ve always tried to work it around each other. Seokmin is a year older and feels a little more strongly about birthdays as something that should be celebrated. Somehow, that led to this year. A coordinated birthday for the two of them with all their friends there to celebrate the both of them. Two different cakes, two different contributions to the menu, and twice as many people to coordinate with. 

To say it’s been a bit of a headache is an understatement.

You love Vernon. He’s been your person for over two years and you wouldn’t trade him for the world. You also love to plan things for other people as a way to show them how much you care. This has just been a bigger undertaking than you imagined. Especially when you have to keep the party under wraps. Vernon knows you’re doing something with a group of friends. He thinks it’s only a small group. But, he’ll appreciate it all the same. Just like he seems to appreciate everything that you do. 

“Babe,” Vernon calls from the living room. He’s in the middle of gaming with Wonwoo, connected by their headsets.

“Yeah?” you answer.

“Wonwoo says that I’m gonna get in trouble for not planning some big thing for Valentine’s,” Vernon tells you.

You can hear the protests from Vernon even through the headset, which makes you chuckle. “As long as we get to cook something together and have a night in, I’m good.” 

“See?” Vernon says triumphantly. There’s a pause where Wonwoo must be asking something. “Oh, yeah, I’m definitely getting a gift.” 

“What?” you ask with clear surprise. Gifts were not part of the plan for this year.

“It’s nothing big, but I’ve got the perfect idea,” Vernon says with a familiar look of mischief. 

“Oh no, no you are not,” you counter. He bursts out in a cackle. “Vernon, you are not getting strawberry flavored condoms for Valentine’s Day. We don’t even use condoms.” 

The laugh through Vernon’s headset is just as loud. You would probably be embarrassed if it was anyone else, but Wonwoo has been in both of your lives long enough that most barriers have been erased. 

“No, don’t worry, that wasn’t actually it. I have a plan,” Vernon says and you watch him suspiciously. “Promise!”

You decide to let it lie for the time being. At least partly, because you don’t want to keep standing there while he’s playing video games. Partly because you knew it meant he would be distracted enough that you could sneak off to the bedroom to make a call about the party. 

Jeonghan had not been your first choice for a party planning committee because sometimes it’s hard to get an actual thought out of him. You’re not always sure what he’s thinking. But, he’s Seokmin’s best friend and one of the best schemers you know. Thankfully, these days he really only uses his talents for good. Well, it would be thankfully if you didn’t harbor a grudge over a prank he played when you first met. 

Miraculously, Jeonghan is also free and willing to do some final planning. It’s that stage where the final group of friends get clued in. Some friends, who shall remain nameless, had to find out much closer to the day. They just couldn’t be trusted to keep the secret. You’re actually impressed that you’ve managed to keep it from Vernon and Seokmin. You confirm that Vernon doesn’t know. He would have absolutely told you. Jeonghan also confirms that Seokmin doesn’t know because he can’t keep a secret either. 

When you wander back out into the living room, Vernon is still very engrossed in his game. You kiss the top of his head, watch the small smile with his eyes trained on the screen, and plop down at the other end of the couch. You prop your computer on your lap and reach for your headphones when Vernon turns to you between matches.

“Wanna order in for dinner?” he asks and you smile.

“Oh from that place around the corner?” you suggest. Vernon rolls his eyes without any real annoyance. It’s your favorite place.

“Whatever you want, babe,” he says and turns back to the game.

It’s easy, not only because you like it, but also since you know what he orders there. He’s kind of a creature of habit. Maybe you are too, since you always want to order from the same place. It’ll give you a chance to watch a few things while waiting as well as giving Vernon the chance to keep playing with Wonwoo. The gaming is always seamless for them after years of working together. 

When the food arrives, Vernon finishes his last game so that he can eat with you. It’s one of the things you love about him. He’s so thoughtful with things like that. When you first moved in with him, you were a little worried. You had never lived with a partner and weren’t sure how to navigate it. As it turns out, with the right person, it’s pretty easy. You leave each other to do your own things and then come together after.

“You’re sure you’re okay with a quiet Valentine’s Day?” he asks when you curl into him after dinner.

“It’s a little late if I’m not considering it’s in two days,” you say with a light laugh.

“I’m being serious,” he says. 

“I’m good, Vernon. I’ve got you and we’re going to make something together,” you say.

“I promise not to burn down the kitchen,” he assures you.

“You’ve been getting a lot better,” you say. “Plus, we also have dinner this weekend for your birthday.” 

“We don’t really have to do anything crazy for my birthday, you know. It’s so close to Valentine’s Day and…” Vernon trails off before you press a kiss to his lips.

“I love to celebrate your birthday. It’s another year of you and everyone should be thankful for that,” you say. 

Valentine’s morning comes bright and early. Sun streams through the cracks in your shades. Not quite enough to wake you up, but enough for you to know that it’s morning. You smile and stretch out, thinking it’s probably earlier than you need to be up. As you’re considering waking Vernon up to celebrate the day when you register an emptiness.

You’re the only one in the bed. 

You open your eyes and confirm what you already knew. Vernon isn’t in bed with you. The door to the bathroom is open and the light is off, so he’s not in there either. Although you prefer to lay in bed to wake up, curiosity gets the better of you and propels you out of bed to the living room. The entire apartment is quiet, still. Well, still apart from your cat that’s weaving between your legs. He doesn’t seem hungry, so you think he’s just wondering what you’re doing. It’s odd that he would have left the apartment so early in the morning. 

Padding back to the bedroom, you find your phone on the nightstand, plugged in like it always is. When you unlock it, you have a myriad of messages and notifications. Conspicuously absent, though, is a message from your boyfriend. There’s nothing to tell you where he is or went or could be. Which is odd, yes, but mostly it just makes you a little irritated. Sure, you don’t ever want to make a big deal out of Valentine’s Day. It’s plenty to spend the day with someone you love that loves you back. 

Vernon can be a little spacy at times. It’s not his best quality, but it’s also impossibly endearing. Maybe it’s because you know how much he’s thinking about when he’s got that look like he’s never had a thought in his life. It also makes him really chill, which matches you well. He doesn’t always have to be going or doing something. But, he’ll just as happily go out and be your shield because he’s much more of a people person than you are. 

All this to say, there’s part of you that wonders if the holiday just slipped his mind. It’s not like it’s a big deal, you said as much to him. But, you still expect something. Even if it’s just to know where he is so early in the morning. You hate that you wonder if he forgot because you trust Vernon with your life. He can get distracted sometimes. One time, he got so caught up in a project that he entirely forgot dinner plans with his friends. 

The mature thing to do would be to send him a text and ask where he is or even to wish him a happy Valentine’s Day. You’re not feeling especially mature, though. And you feel very justified in that annoyance because he’s the one that left early. He should be the one to let you know where he is. It should not be on you.

Trying to push the thoughts of Vernon out of your mind, you get ready for the day. Opt to leave earlier so you can buy yourself something to eat and some coffee on the way. By the time you reach work, you’re even more irritated rather than calmer. Every radio station was playing love songs that fit the genre. Every host seems to want to know what people’s plans are for the day. The coffee shop by your office was decorated in red, white, and pink hearts with all sorts of specials for the day. When you head into the office, it only gets worse. People have flowers on their desks, are exchanging happy wishes, talking about how they can’t wait to get out of work for their plans. Some people are spending it with partners, others are spending it with friends. Either way, everyone seems to have plans that are better than whatever will be waiting when you get home. Why did Vernon have to pick today of all days to be forgetful? 

Your work best friend stops by your desk with the typical cup of coffee mid morning and stops in his tracks when he senses your mood.

“What’s wrong with your face?” Minho asks. 

“Wow, hello to you too,” you respond when you take the coffee from him.

“You seem like you’re in a bad mood,” he says. 

“Maybe I am,” you answer. 

“But, it’s Valentine’s Day and you have, like, the most perfect boyfriend. What’s there to be mad about?” he asks. 

“Can’t be the most perfect boyfriend if he was gone before I woke up and didn’t even text me to say anything,” you say with all the irritation you feel.

That catches Minho’s attention. “I’m sorry, what?” 

“I woke up and the bed was empty. No note. No text. Just empty,” you say. 

“And you haven’t heard from him?” Minho presses.

“No,” you say, only to be distracted by your phone lighting up.

“Looks like a message from him,” he observes.

You quickly glance at your phone, hating how eager you feel just to hear something from him. It’s disappointing, though.

Vernon: sorry that i wasn’t there when you woke up, i had a last minute errand Vernon: when do you think you’ll be home from work? 

Instead of telling Minho what happened, you just hand your phone over to him. His grimace says all you need to know. It’s not an overreaction. 

“That’s…all he’s said to you today?” he asks.

“You can scroll to see,” you say because he still has your phone.

“No thanks,” Minho says with a laugh. “I don’t wanna accidentally see something.”

“It was one time,” you say, snatching your phone back with an eye roll. 

“And I’m still scarred,” he says. “What are you going to say back?”

“Nothing,” you say.

“But…” he starts.

“No, I’m not saying anything. I know I’m chill about this holiday, but to not even say anything? And what errand does he have to do at 7 in the morning?” you ask, more irritated that you had been.

“If you want to hold onto a grudge, who am I to stop you?” he asks when he stands. “Let me know if he manages to get out of the dog house.” 

With that comment, he’s off to his own desk. It usually goes something like this every day anyway. Minho shows up with coffee for you, looking to see what you have to say. Even though he’s the one that has the best gossip. Sometimes, he just wants someone to share it with. It’s a nice reprieve from your irritation. One that he repeats in the afternoon, which is a break from the norm. Unfortunately, the irritation that settles in his wake is worse than before he stops by. 

You consider staying at work late when the end of the day comes. It’s not like you’re in a rush to head home. There’s also a part of you that wants to punish Vernon for forgetting a holiday that you don’t even care that much about. (Okay, maybe you care, but that’s the whole point of having someone you love that also loves you to spend it with.) Staying late by yourself feels even worse when nobody else from the office is. Everyone seems to be out the door as soon as the day ends. And, despite not answering any of Vernon’s messages, you know he’s home. At least it’ll give you the chance to figure out how to approach this.

The drive home gives you a chance to run through all sorts of conversations in your head. You’re still stewing, a bit, because you’re upset at how the day went. But, you’re also preparing yourself to have a potentially difficult conversation with Vernon. Of course, he’ll be receptive to your feelings. He always is. It’s more that you’re frustrated it happened in the first place and don’t want your feelings to seem invalid. 

All of that goes out the window the second you step into your apartment. The lights are low, so it takes your eyes a second to adjust. When they do, however, you see that Vernon has transformed your living room into a scene from your favorite video game. It’s like stepping into another world. Every little detail is so carefully thought out that you can’t even appreciate it all in one look. Your feet carry you forward to examine the small things. The ones that very obviously took extra effort. You’re so busy appreciating it all that you don’t even notice Vernon coming in from the kitchen.

“I know we said no presents, but I wanted to do this anyway. Happy Valentine’s Day,” he says, pulling you out of your head.

“How did you…” you ask, unable to even finish the question.

“I found someone who had this whole set for their ex and wanted to get rid of it. He was practically giving it away, but I had to go pick it up like 2 hours away,” he says.

You look around and can tell the level of care that went into creating this. “That’s why you were gone when I woke up?” 

“Yeah, I left you notes on breakfast in the fridge and coffee in the microwave, but I guess you didn’t see those,” he says. 

“I’m so sorry,” you say and don’t even realize that tears started to fall until Vernon’s pulling you into his arms.

“It’s fine, what are you sorry for?” he asks, holding you tightly.

“I spent the whole day thinking you forgot Valentine’s Day and being mad. That’s why I didn’t answer your texts,” you say.

“I just figured it was a busy day and you were excited to get home,” Vernon says.

“I’m so sorry,” you repeat.

He pulls back so that he can look down at you. Wipes the tears gently away from under your eyes. “It’s fine, babe. I’m not upset at you when I can be forgetful.” 

Nobody has ever done something like this for you. You can’t imagine how long it took to transform the living room this way. There aren’t any words you can think of to express how much it all means to you, so you just press your lips against his. Throw your hands around his neck to keep him close to you. He’s surprised, at least for a second, before he pulls you in tighter against him and kisses you back. It’s not the time to talk, at least not right now. How could you have thought this man would ever forget? 

“Can I show you what I was thinking about before I realized you were already gone this morning?” you ask when you break the kiss.

“Should I be concerned?” he asks.

“Just trust me,” you say and pull him into the bedroom with you. 

Any hesitations that he may have had disappear when you resume kissing him. Your fingers nimbly undo his pants so that you can slide them down his legs. The clothes come flying off in a flurry from there, far quicker than usual for the two of you. There’s just an urgency given the way the day went. Neither of you seems to want to let your lips leave the other. As Vernon kisses down your neck, you take the opportunity to push him back onto the bed.

It’s the first time you take a second and you appreciate how beautiful he is laying on the bed. The lean lines of his muscle, his eyes hungry as they drink your body in, the way his cock rests heavily on his stomach. You need to do something, though. You nudge his legs apart as you settle yourself onto the bed between them. 

“You don’t have to…” he starts and you’re quick to cut him off.

“I want to,” you insist. 

And you do. You take his cock into your hand and lick a stripe up it. It’s not enough, though, so you spit into your hand so you can run it along his length. He shudders under your touch. Once you wrap your lips around his tip, you pull a groan out of him. For just a second, his eyes close and his head lolls back on the pillow. It’s so pretty to watch him from this angle. To know that this man, usually so relaxed and chill, is so wound up under your power. It’s not long before he’s watching you, though. Letting out a stream of praise for how good you look with his cock in your mouth. How it turns him on, how you know just how to use your tongue. You hollow out your cheeks and it’s more than he can take.

Vernon pulls you up so that he can kiss you, so hard that you lose your breath. You’re a little off balance, which makes it easier for him to flip your positions. Now he’s the one between your legs. That same fervor is back when he spreads your lips so he can lick up your entrance. He’s always been insanely good with his mouth. It’s actually unfair. When his thumb circles your clit, you see stars for a second and arch your back into his mouth. All you can do is watch as he works his tongue in and out of your cunt. The thumb on your clit is bordering on too much sensation. Makes it hard for you to watch him even though you love the sight of him between your legs. 

“Fuck, Vernon, I need more,” you whine. 

“I should make you draw it out,” he says, still so close to your pussy that you can feel his breath.

“Please, Vernon, please,” you beg. You know it’ll make him cave.

“Since you asked so nicely,” he answers.

He runs his fingers through your folds before sliding one into your pussy. The moment his mouth finds your clit, he inserts a second finger and pumps into you at a punishing pace. It’s everything you can do not to squirm under his efforts. As it is, the words coming out of your mouth are entirely incoherent. What you want to say is that he’s a god with both his mouth and his fingers. That he knows just how to fit you where you need him most. That nobody has ever felt as good as him.

What you manage to yell out: “Oh my fucking god, I’m gonna come.” 

Vernon hums against your clit and it’s all too much. Your release is nearly instant. You don’t even notice how he guides you through your high or that he doesn’t remove his fingers until your body stops shaking. Miss the way he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand before kissing you. Not that you would mind. His lips wander down your neck to your chest, kissing all the way. He loves your breasts, loves the soft skin there. Loves to nip and watch the way you react. Most of all, he loves to leave marks there. Even if you won’t let him mark you where other people can see (at least, not often), you’ll always let him mark up your chest. He roughly sucks a mark into your sensitive skin and you squirm. 

Any other time, you would let him enjoy it. Let him take his time. Not today. You need to feel him. Need to have that connection with him. He seems to realize it too.

“Roll over on your side,” he directs. 

You hasten to do exactly what he asks. He slides right in behind you and you bring your leg forward a little so that it’ll be easier on him. One of his arms slides under your neck. The other lines his cock up at your entrance. He presses lightly, at least at first, giving you time before he’s fully inside you. No matter how many times you and Vernon fuck, you’ll never be fully prepared for the way he feels. It’s the most perfect type of full. Just enough of a stretch without it being overwhelming. 

It’s only a second before he starts moving, with his hand on your stomach. Not too fast. Just enough to give you the relief that you need. Not enough that it’s going to push you over the edge again. You’re still sensitive, though. The connectedness of your bodies is exactly what you need. It’s intimate in all the ways that you couldn’t tell him that you needed. But, he knows. Of course, he knows. This man knows you better than anyone else, a fact clear in how he thrusts into you.

Vernon’s free hand moves from your stomach up to your breast. He rolls your nipple between his fingers and you groan out. That’s the other best part about your relationship with Vernon. There isn’t a need for constant communication during sex. He knows what you like and you know what he likes. He knows how to interrupt your moans and your pleas. Knows when to pick up the pace. 

It’s entirely too soon when you feel your second orgasm coming on. “I’m close, oh my god.” 

“I know, baby, just come for me,” Vernon urges as he continues to thrust hard into you.

Despite that, you try to hold out because you know that he’s not there yet, can feel it in the way he fucks into you. It’s a losing battle, though, and you end up coming even harder than the first time. Vernon fucks through your high before slowing down to give you a minute to breath. Always so considerate of what you need.

“It’s okay, keep going,” you urge.

He doesn’t have to ask if you’re sure, he can feel it in the way you clench around him. Makes him groan as he moves again. You’re still a little out of it from the two orgasms, so it doesn’t register just how sensitive you are. You tilt your head so that you can kiss him. Catch all his groans with your lips. Partly since you know how much the intimacy of it all means to him. Know that it’ll send him over the edge. 

A minute later it does just that. Even though you feel spent, he manages to pull a third orgasm out of you with his own. There’s a moment when you’re both catching your breath that neither of you move or even say anything. It gives you a moment to remember just how much you love him. Vernon slides out of you carefully and you roll over so that you can face him.

“I love you,” he says with a soft smile, fingers gently moving a few strands of hair away from your face.

“I love you, too,” you say. 

“Do we have to get up right now?” he asks.

You shake your head and let him pull you into his body. His arms feel strong and safe around you. Like home, which is what he’s always been for you. From entirely too early into the relationship. A feeling that’s only grown in the time you’ve been together.

“I’m sorry,” you say again. 

“You don’t need to be, “ Vernon assures you. “I’m forgetful sometimes and you’ve been busy lately. I figured this was a good way to say thank you for everything you do.”

“What? The sex?” you joke. 

He huffs into your hair. “I take it all back.”

You pull back to look at him. “It was perfect. Almost as perfect as you.” 

A light blush creeps up. “I don’t know about that.” 

“I do,” you whisper into his skin when you cuddle back against his chest.

“We still have to cook dinner,” he says.

“Let’s just order something. I don’t want to move from this spot right now,” you say.

“We can stay as long as you want,” he says.

Forever, you think. That’s how long you want to stay with him. It’s never felt more real than it does right now. You think, by the way he holds you, that maybe he wants to be with you forever too. It may have gotten out to a rocky start, but it ends up being the most perfect Valentine’s Day of your life. 

[seokka0o]

𝘽𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙎𝙪𝙣 𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙚𝙨

ғʀᴏᴍ. sᴇᴏᴋᴋᴀ0ᴏ

Synopsis: Your relationship seemed great, but only those inside the storm can say how difficult it is, Anton was a great bystander, he was always very attentive, but he got tired of just being someone to watch you slowly suffer and after an incident, he starts wanting to take the position as your boyfriend.

Pairing: Lee Chanyoung x afab!reader

Contain: friends to lovers; college!Au; toxic relationship; Cheating;lies and alcohol consumption

Featuring: Riize and Chenle from nct

Warning: This chapter contain smut; drunk sex; protected sex;

Author; This is my 1k followers event. I will make three chapters of this story available, since it was supposed to be a longer fiction I divided them to make it easier to read. Hope you like it.

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English is not my first language, so there may be some grammar errors

Chapter I: The fine line between you and me

You were fucked from head to toe. Not because it was entirely your fault either, but that lack of complicity in your relationship was something detestable in your opinion. Something that took you so long to build with someone just going down the drain because of simple everyday things left aside and who would it be like being stuck in it for any emotional issue, you were so comfortable that it didn't seem to hurt the fact that Chenle treated you as if you didn't exist, basically, it was a facade couple, the type that doesn't mind being in that role, because in everyone's eyes you are perfect, but within the relationship everything was in ruins.

He was too good. Popular, rich, very charismatic, his group of friends, all equally popular, from a more renowned college made the whole situation worse. Chenle had an easy smile, besides being too handsome to be so friendly, he was sociable in his own way, full of compliments to give and sell to everyone, everything that was good came from him, because he was the sun, because he shone, and you were someone who also gave in too easily. Despite his charms and the way he's with you now, Chenle was great in the first years of the relationship, but there's nothing you can do when everything is worn out.

Much of sustaining this situation came from the support of your best friend. Anton was always very positive about the relationship from the beginning, even if from time to time he tried to point out certain things that seemed too wrong. his complacency would never be able to tell you directly that Chenle was a fucking asshole and didn't deserve your attention in any way, your forgiveness or even your desire to save that relationship.

Which would also be a mistaken thought on his part, you were accommodating, and would remain there if you were going to depend on Chenle and his lack of equal disposition, in technical and correct terms, you deserved each other, that relationship was rubbish and neither of you seemed to get along.

In any case, having a friend like Anton was a privilege that you would give yourself until the end, his participation in this relationship was integral, from the first hook-up to the request for an official, extravagant date, the first fights and disagreements, distrust, jealousy , detreatment. When you cried, he was the one who was with you to help you, regardless of everything, in the end it would be the two of you trying to help each other and it may sound wrong, which in fact it was, but Anton was very good to you.

You had fought again. What was supposed to be a weekend date turned into a horror show and Chenle just left without saying anything, leaving you abandoned. The desire to tell everyone to fuck off was stuck in your throat from early on, the lack of enthusiasm, despite Halloween having passed, some parties were still going on, you were in the comfort of your bed and your cell phone was beeping non-stop, it was Anton, whining about not wanting alone.

"Fuck it, y/n, when was the last time we hung out?" The delicate tone of Anton's voice made you laugh, he was adorable, a very present friend, you loved him from the bottom of your heart, alluding to the way your boyfriend always hated him - "I hate tall men, none of them are any good" - you should having imagined imminent envy, reaching the point where he even tried to make you move away, something that didn't work, it was too difficult for you to live without Anton and over time and Chenle just gave up, as he did with everything that had to do with you and that relationship

"I don't know, Anton, I'm not in the mood" you whimpered, looking at the costume you had agreed with him to go, you as an angel and him as a black angel, it wasn't a big deal, but he seemed very offended. "Chenle won't go"

"I don't care, honestly, this is one of the last parties you'll have, let's go" he was still in the comfort of his own room, adjusting his clothes in front of the mirror, waiting for you to say something "So you are going?"

You pondered, not in dead silence, your body dumped on the bed, you found yourself thinking about the last time you could have fun like this, the costume you could wear, even the friends you hadn't seen for so long, it would be cool, you could go out better than expected, so what did it cost? Anton was already so willing to make this move forward and he wouldn't give up for anything, much less like it if by chance it wasn't

"Yes, Anton, just give me some time so I can get ready." You grumbled leaving your comfort, after going to the bathroom.

"Half an hour and I'm ready"

You didn't wait for him to say anything, you hung up immediately, taking off your clothes to go straight to the shower. At certain points you couldn't deny the fact that you rarely did things for you, Chenle was in other places, other parties with his friends, so for you to have the right to do the same wasn't unreasonable, it had been for some time. You didn't care about the types of eyes that directed you around college, there was nothing new, so you gave yourself this opportunity to just go out with someone you actually like.

You got ready quickly, the white clothes followed by angel wings, the halo on your head, the makeup in shades of white and silver, you looked beautiful, radiant, so pleasant to see that you got a little excited to go to the party and like a divine sign the cell phone vibrated, they had arrived and you just grabbed your things and got out, running to the sidewalk where you found Eunseok in the driver's seat.

“Hey y/n, how are things going?” He rests his arm on the window next to him and you smile. Eunseok was a funny figure, you should remember to get his number for a friend of yours from college, according to Anton he's not the type to get along with people, It would be interesting to make a small investment for a close friend.

“Well, I would say,” you replied, opening the passenger door and getting in, looking to the side as a body emerged from the back seat to lean against those in front. Black clothes, black wings, horns, makeup in shades of black and brown, Anton looked very handsome in that costume, even more so than you, and you can easily admit it.

“Hey baby” he smiled and you smiled back.

“Hey” you replied

"So does that mean that today y/n is single?" Eunseok asked, starting the car, taking to the empty streets of an early Friday night, the weather was mild, not too hot, not too cold, you like it, it's comfortable.

"Single? O- oh I didn't understand well" you commented trying to free yourself

"Hyung, you can't pressure people like that" Anton commented with a suggestive smile. "Let's just assume so…"

"I found out he's on the other side of the city, you know, these guys who hang out with him are a little out of the box." Eunseok added, demonstrating his total dissatisfaction with the presence of Chenle and his noisy friends "a lot of money for a small size, maybe that's why he doesn't like Anton"

"Not really, Chenle just being…Chenle, you know?" You tried to get around the subject, you knew that none of them were willing to answer and that's why you just left it alone, that silence was enough to tell you that everything sounded wrong even to outsiders, inside you it seemed even more difficult to discern. the frustrated relationship that took place.

You got out of the car when it stopped, loud music, lots of people, you followed the flow inside with your friends, everyone had been there having fun apparently for over an hour on end, Wonbin smiled at you in the Lobby polite as always and he followed destiny close to Shotaro, handing him another drink. You followed Anton to the kitchen and Eunseok slipped closer to Sungchan. You handpicked the flavor of the energy drink that would accompany the vodka and then mixed it, making Anton breathe out in a relaxed laugh.

"Wow Y/n, you really aren't joking around today" Anton poured himself a beer, patting it on his body to toast and brought it to his lips to take a good sip."let your rich boy know this"

"I don't feel like talking about my relationship, Chanyoung, let's just enjoy it" You don't hesitate to say, your cell phone was in Chanyoung's pocket, who apparently had a higher alcohol capacity than yours, so you wouldn't have to bother to check calls and messages that would not arrive. That whole facade wouldn't be maintained by you and everyone who stopped by to take a look at you unaccompanied already proved that you would have a huge headache, but that they certainly didn't worry about that today.

"You're in charge " He said politely, leaning against the counter and then you went in to drink. Several flavors mixed with , a horrible combination that ran your system fast.

You knew it was an exaggeration, you were with Chanyoung all this time, talking about the week, about that flirtation he had and didn't work out, about the other boys' lives which, as always, were too busy for you to keep up with. You missed them, being with them without your egocentric boyfriend getting involved and you even considered breaking up in the middle of this conversation you were having, seeing how much more happy could be away from that.

A short time later Eunseok reappears suggesting beerpong and you move to the living room, first competitors Sohee and Seunghan were at the end of the round when Seunghan couldn't handle the pressure of the beer and gave up. You laughed quietly at the other's lack of firm grip and signed Sohee to have his victorious man dance.

The music was very loud, at this point. you entered the match with Shotaro, luckily in the first rounds you had the advantage, but soon the number of times you drank increased, a lot of beer in your system, you were never good at containing the alcohol content when it comes to beer, so it doesn't take too long to weigh. However, far from giving up on the game he had started, it was a matter of principle.

"Take it easy, we've just arrived" Anton policed ​​you very quickly, he knew you weren't taking it easy, but you didn't listen, as always, stubbornness was getting to your head, you were so frustrated that you didn't even notice that, you start to lose the control.

It had been a long time since you talked to them and how excited they all seemed to be in your presence. It's all to new to you understand that you're discounting your feelings in alcohol and you don't need to Anton to warning you about that.

"Do you see y/n drinking more than you hyung? Will drop?" Commented Sungchan next to you, looking at Shotaro's upset figure

"You will never take my post, y/n! " Shotaro had the determination and the will…but he certainly didn't have the stomach.

After the game that you won at the cost of a lot, you took your destiny to the dance floor, you had already lost your friends and took body to dance, let the sweat carry the alcohol out, but the more it danced, it seemed to rise and it left you dizzy.

You saw Wonbin making out with someone in the right corner, he escaped very early to be exact and you just laughed, seeing little by little everyone dispersed to their respective interests, Your skin was numb and your eyes were closed, you were immersed, when Anton passed through the crowd and found you to join, you smiled and approached him

"I was looking for you" He bent down to quote in your ear, with that you hugged him.

"I'm here, darling!" you replied, pulling him to dance with you. Anton laughed casually, he held you so you wouldn't fall, you could smell his alcohol too, which was funny, because he was so firm, so firm in his attitude,but also so friendly , if your boyfriend was half that maybe you wouldn't feel so upset.

"You shouldn't exaggerate so much y/n..."Anton started a little worried, a little drunk, but sure of what he was doing, he grabbed your body by the waist, keeping you firmly close to his.

Yes you were going insane, your neuron didn't want to share the information anymore, this whole thing about dancing with Chanyoung was going to spread around the campus and you knew what would happen, but it was actually good, just for Chenle who didn't even think twice about leaving you in house planted to go to a party. As always, you would not treat it with due proportions.

"Don't tell me what to do too~...I...I'm fed up with this " You complained with a choked voice, taking advantage of the contrast to slower music and laid your head on his shoulder

"Sorry" Anton caught the rhythm of your body, letting you rock slowly, in silence for as long as you preferred. His cologne mixed with your perfume, you were trapped in your world like Anton always tried to do.

"Are you okay? I think I want to go home " You couldn't have stayed there for more than four hours, and now you knew you had exaggerated too much, but it was worth the experience of enjoying yourself with your friends, even if it was just for a while. "You can call a taxi for me...I'll come back alone."

"Hm? No, I'm going with you, I think Eunseok hyung is leaving too " Anton said quietly, awkwardly and then you took your destination outside, finding Eunseok intact waiting in the car. "You know that I don't party alone, even though you abandoned me in the last few months"

"I didn't abandon..." You whispered near the vehicle, you had no way of justifying yourself and you wouldn't, you wouldn't have that condition or that courage, not when it comes to Anton and his surgical tongue.

"I will never come driving again! You guys are just a lot of work " Eunseok hadn't put a drop of alcohol in his mouth, he was and upset about having to go to the trouble of serving as an Uber for all his friends in all party they go "See, even Y/n drank..."

In the end, all destinies end there, Sohee was in the front seat, behind there were seunghan, sungchan, shotaro, with only one space left.

"There's no space " You said tearfully.

"Go on in Chanyoung's lap!" Shotaro commented in a clear intoxication "I'm in a hurry"

"Okay~" You mumbled "Anton ~come in"

"But…"He replied

"Come in!" You demanded, he entered and you followed, sitting awkwardly on his lap. With hands adorning your hips to keep you in place, you then slammed the door.

"Y/n, does your boyfriend know you're sitting on someone else's lap?" Sohee said from the front seat.

"Chanyoung are my friend, nothing more than that" You said back, feeling the car start to ride

"Even so, I don't know if I would like it very much" Sohee continued to joke.

"It doesn't make any difference...any...for him " You said upset, cutting the joking atmosphere even without your intention. Anton pulled you subtly trying to comfort you.

"Okay, sorry, let's just go" Sohee snuggled into the seat and you started off in that silence. Anton was a little too immersive, the alcohol started to rise in earnest as the vehicle rocked, which left him too caught up in the idea of ​​you being so comfortable on his lap, which wasn't right, but the subtle flavor of that prohibition It started to make him want to walk around with intentions he didn't have with you.

The long fingers on your hips, you weren't fitted into him, but he had noticed your ass showing through your clothes, he could just pull himself a little to feel you, nothing big, it wasn't like Chenle would find out, just a test, just once. You were never this close, for you to allow him to touch you freely, to give him the approval to squeeze your hips so precisely and subtly pull you on top of him. You gave in with your body limp, spinning, you smiled, snuggling, thinking it was his method of keeping you safe, but you were hyperventilating, the pressure of your body threw Anton into another dimension, his head spinning non-stop with the information that he could make you his so easily, but a poorly thought out idea, harshly cut off when the car stopped.

"We have arrived " The cut was dry, Eunseok stopped in front of his house and then Anton returned to reality, a little shy due to the condition, but letting go of you so he could open the door.

"I'm going to leave y/n at home" Anton commented, as you opened the car door, getting out disoriented, you turned to the door and bowed to everyone.

"Thanks for the ride!" You said choked up, waving your hand at everyone.

"Be careful, you two" Eunseok guided more as a friend than anything. Anton waved his hand and left too, slamming the door, now you walked arm in arm into the house. A comfortable silence, the night seemed very beautiful, you stopped at the door to enter when Anton walked away. Right now was where he drew the line, he didn't know what could happen if he had the brilliant idea of ​​entering.

"What? "You asked.

"I'm going home" he dictated

"No...chanyoung stays here with me today...no one is home"you said, accentuating the problem

"Y/n I can't " he said

"Yes you can, just come...I don't want to be alone, you can sleep in the guest room" You said, leaving the door open for him. Anton trembled, he knew he shouldn't, he looked from one side to the other, grunted and then went inside, locking the door as he did so.

You directed him to the guest room, next to yours, handed over some of your dad's pajamas that could fit and then fled to your room. Trembling with the discomfort between your legs, Anton's pushing and pulling in the car caused more than a few mixed feelings, and even though he thought you hadn't noticed, you clearly felt each and every action he had taken at the first opportunity.

When the situation is not conducive, it will pass with a painful slowness, the one that tortures, you made your way to the room, you were on your bed, looking at the window, the alcohol was still in your system, you saw everything slightly blurred, frustration, sadness , anger, you just wanted to cry, you were feeling guilty for going out without your boyfriend, for being so horny because of anton attitudes, for let him sleep in your house and besides all that your cell phone without a single notification. Stories, photos, videos, everything about how Chenlee seemed too satisfied to remember that he had a partner, you were tired, drained in that relationship curse, but still without any ability to say goodbye. You swallowed your tears, got out of your bed, your bare feet, like cat's paws, went to the next room, you went in, Anton wasn't sleeping, his eyes met yours, in your expectation, in your cluelessness . But messing up your feelings wanted to push you towards the easy feeling that your best friend causes in you.

"Did something happen? " He asked as you approached.

"No" You stammered

"Are you sure? " Anton questions once again, you push him with your body and then lie down next to him, at first reluctantly he held your arm. "Y/n, no, you can't"

You laughed mockingly, hugged Anton's body and adjusted the blanket between your bodies.

"Who cares? " You asked

"You know the answer well, I'm your friend, it shouldn't be like that " He had a delicate tone of voice, low, whenever it sounded too close to your ears it made your skin crawl, for different sensations, you liked it more than that would admit it. " We drank too much, you should go back to your room."

"Hm...yes, you're always so good to me, Chanyoung, but I'm not interested in leaving here" You hugged him tightly, Anton on the defensive, you had definitely gone crazy, overlooking his thoughtless decisions. Anton was always handsome, you never denied it, your head out of place denouncing the shit you were willing to do to get rid of the situation of being left aside " Could you kiss me?"

"What?' Anton was avoiding looking at you and you knew what that was.

"Why not? You seemed to like the car, as I was on top of you" You played, induced, put a leg around his torso, climbed up, stopping on his lap "Do you like me?"

"n-no " Anton snorted, he didn't want to let out that intrusive feeling of yours, but you were ready to win. "I don't know what you're talking about..."

"It's only us here, no one will know, Anton" You sighed and leaned towards him " Let's cheat a little , show me what he will never be able to do. I can be whatever you want me to be."

You had definitely lost your mind, if before Eunseok's warnings didn't seem to make sense, now they did, the faces close in a microspace, hot, strong, the silence was significant, Anton grabbed you with an overwhelming force, putting you to lie down in bed. You couldn't, you shouldn't, but he saw in the depth of your gaze just as he felt his own body vibrate at the mention.

"Okay, let's cheat" He started with your neck, open mouth kisses, his tongue sliding down your neck, you moaned softly, he was too big to fit between your legs for sure. Your fingers clung to the strands of his hair, holding on to the desperation of that feeling, Anton didn't kiss your mouth as he wanted, he didn't mark your neck as he wanted, despite his drunkenness, he was sure of that, his big hands digging into your pajamas in search of the your chest exposed to play with, your nipples hard, you had been wet since before, which betrays your anticipation.

The pinch was subtle in tone, you were moaning so delicately, so beautiful, the sensitive body of someone who hadn't been touched in so long, his hips against yours simulating thrusts, Anton wondered what the hell was getting involved even though the hand was already trying to remove your t-shirt and leave you naked from the torso up.

The sensation of the exposed body made your skin crawl, hidden under the semi-darkness of the room you began to lose yourself in the intrusive idea “if he were you maybe I would be happier” completely wrong, distorted, the alcohol that hadn't even left the system wanting pushing the pleasure down your throat, you trembled at the feeling of his fingers touching your nipple, the kiss on your neck marking the skin superficially, tongue slipping between your chest and running to one of your nipples, circling, sucking, your moan sending good vibrations to Anton lost his temper at the first sensation of his dick hurting inside his clothes.

You felt him hard touching your body through your pajamas, now raw, desperate, you were ready for the consequences for everything, because you knew well in your unconscious mind that regret wouldn't be something you would feel fully, not in these conditions, not when it was Anton give in so sweetly. Sighing and grunting in that way that was so sly and yet firm enough to make you want him inside you so desperately.

He hovered over you, Anton wanted to kiss you, show you, but even drunk he knew where to put the shit he did. His hand invaded your shorts with a wealth of precision, you felt your insides compress, you moaned at the top of your lungs when he began to play with your pussy, his long, firm fingers making trails that not even you alone were capable of making, leaving sensations and moans along the way, you were so wet that Anton's fingers were getting lost, slipping easily between your lips, your entrance, applying pressure, but without penetrating, going up again to your button to circle and press.

“Feels good….oh-oh chanyoung, please” you were losing your voice, he loved your drunken desperation, how now it didn’t make any difference because you were already over the limit anyway. Eyes dark with pure desire, he smiled at you.

“What kind of situation did you put yourself in, right?” He had won, whatever the comparison was, it wouldn't make any difference, he would make you his person, his partner, no matter who, what method, Anton would now make you uniquely his, as if he were a wolf in a lamb's clothing all this time, lurking for the opportunity, he would take you out of chenle's arms, he would make you slip into his arms, once and for all, because in your life there was never anyone more ideal than him for this role.

“Just fuck me already” you whimpered, squirming against Anton's arms, his fingers fingering you like an instrument, focused on different points, soon he got tired of playing, to pull your already out of use clothes, he left with an ease he never imagined he would have. The clothes making their way to the floor, he did the same to him, his head dizzy, you body realized what was about to happen , when you visualized him putting on the condom so responsible you felt everything start to get lost inside you, you didn't seem worried at all, just as drunk, you needed to recover from your heavy breathing. he was between your legs, and then he entered you as if he already knew the way, the drawn out moan ran through your lips you were consummating, he began to fuck you slowly.

You pulled Anton to you carefully , kisses all over his face, making him tremble eager to feel your lips, but to no avail, you slipped to his earlobe where you kissed the pretty earring and hugged him, feeling him fill inside and the response come out through your lips directly to his ears.

He let his arm waver, his body gave in to you tremblingly, his hips were frequent, rhythmic thrusts, for him to understand the waters, and little by little you began to synchronize.

Your fingers went into the strands of his hair, which you began to pull, he, on the other hand, raised his hips with more force, accelerating, his lips harmonizing gibberish, meaningless moans, the dim light gave a vague mention of the bodies nestled together, shiny, the heat made the skin sweat, the feeling of stuffiness rising.

The tension was increasing, Anton kept his arms resting on the side of your face, even though he felt very ashamed he wanted to see on your face everything you had to spill, how good he was doing you to the point that tears appeared in the corner of your eyes, your body was reacting quickly, the frames were beating, you bit your lip desperately, a little off your axis, you closed your eyes feeling everything explode, your lips letting out loud meows for Anton, he was satisfied, nothing nothing difference, now that you got where you wanted, he would just take it until the end, putting his body upright to open your legs and hold you, at that moment he was fucking you so hard that you forgot you had just had an orgasm, your body was That's it, he went deep, grumbling at your nasal tone and then he too lost himself in the immensity, reaching his limit, feeling his body much more drunk than before, Anton left you and fell to the side, leaving both your bodies Breathing, eyes static, you wouldn't say anything, shouldn't, couldn't make the condition worse.

You didn't even notice when you fell asleep, you were too drunk, your body was tired, you felt like you were in a dream and if only you could barely open your eyes when you woke up again, sunlight coming through the crack, you were alone, but the feeling it was there, you looked at the clock, it was Sunday, so you were fine, the issue was everything else, your body without clothes, headaches, body aches, and the first flash.

"Shit." you mumbled, you turned in bed from one side to the other aimlessly, your naked body covered by the sheets, your fingers wandered over the thin fabric, your eyes fixed on the window, without completely understanding, you brought the piece of fabric to your face and felt it. His smell and that made you want to cry, for having been stupid enough to let this happen, having played with a friendship and that most likely everything would have been destroyed. But the inescapable way he made you feel after fucking you in the height of desperation, there was no way of knowing where it came from, nor where it would go, but you were feeling the thin line between you and Anton collapsing, bursting, as if that friendship was nothing more than a stupid excuse to keep him close…you felt horrible.

You were in the middle of your moral collapse, thinking about all the decisions you've made in life when the doorbell rang. You considered pretending not to be at home, but you were persistent, so you got up, picked up your clothes from the floor and put them on, bitterly, you left the room and walked slowly to the entrance of your house, not in the mood to talk, considering you were a neighbor on the door and then a large bouquet of sunflowers. The smell of grass came straight to your nose, making it itch, you felt anxious, it seemed like he had the gift of smelling trouble, with that he emerged from behind the smiling man, his face heavy with a hangover, damn Chenle and the perfect timing, your body still memorized from the fuck you received earlier and him in front of you, like your boyfriend ready for reconciliation. You found yourself desperate inside.

“I came to see you and I brought a gift" he said.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

Am I the asshole for getting a girlfriend

We’re all 15-17 in this, so if this seems petty I get it. I’m a lesbian, I’ve always been more extroverted and I have an introverted friend group. I would play flirt and help them gain confidence (compliment their talent and hobbies, call them beautiful when trying on clothing they were afraid to wear.) it was always my job to make the plans outside of school. This all change when I started dating my gf. My gf wasn’t really out like I was. She was more popular, she’s a cheerleader and no one really knew she was a lesbian. We started talking because we had a gym class together. On week nights we started hanging out and one thing lead to another. We kept the relationship secret for awhile because she didn’t know how she felt about being out and I understood.

During this time period I started hanging out with her and her friends. I divided my lunch with my friend group and hers. I stopped flirting with my friends and they said I was acting different, but I would just say I wanna focus on my romantic love life. My friend group was sure they us 8 were the only lgbtia+ group at our school. I was like there’s probably more people we just don’t know. My group of friends would make fun of my gf to me, and I would ask what has she ever done wrong. They would just tell me “she just seems like she’s up her own ass” I would always say we’re friends and she’s nice. My gf later came out and her parents took it well as did her friends and let everyone know we were dating.

It was like a weight lifted off my shoulders. We are out, we post pictures together, and I honestly love hanging out with her and her friends. They make me feel included. I’m no longer the one in charge of making sure we all hang out. I felt like we had all seen each other and take care of each other. They would compliment me first and notice things about me. I felt seen In so many ways. They remembered my fast food orders, my gf and her friends. I know her friend group was considered “normies” but I felt so loved.

Anyway a few weeks ago two of my friends were saying I was abandoning them for “my hot new girlfriend whose probably faking for attention” this set me off because they never gave her a chance. I’d offer to have them all hangout but they would always pull “new people make me nervous”. When I went to lunch I said of course I dedicate time to spending it with my gf, but you guys never meet me half way. I was just accused of wanting to hangout with popular people and leaving them. I asked if anyone in my gf friend group had bullied them had done anything to make them uncomfortable. They asked me if I was blind because one guy always disrupts the class with his loud laughing and dumb comments. Someone else chimed in and said I was being selfish for focusing on the relationship instead of them because we only have each other but my gf has always had it easy making friends.

I just said I was done. If they can’t handle me in a relationship maybe we just need time apart. I told them if they can be normal about me having a gf I’ll reconsider. But now I kinda regret it and I feel like an asshole for leaving my friends for my popular gf

My gf has been very sweet just saying I’m doing what’s best for me and she supports me no matter what. I haven’t told her friends any of this because I don’t wanna say “my friends don’t like you guys” it just spreads unnecessary negativity.

I just feel like an asshole.

What are these acronyms?

[yuri-is-online]

A while ago you said in a post that Ace’s isolation seems to come from how he values Yuu and Deuce’s friendship more and I think you perfectly worded how I feel. I would like to hear more about it if you have more to say!

Like yeah he’s a very friendly and outgoing guy. He can easily make friends/acquaintances but there’s also a clear line between those friends and where Deuce Yuu and Grim stands.

He gets along really well with his seniors as seen by his relationships with the basketball club, Playful Land and hell I bet this new event will prove that too. But it gives me more of a vibe of a younger kid endearingly annoying his older classmates than friendship.

Among the first years, he doesn’t seem to be as close to them as Deuce is. Like Deuce and Epel have this whole bond going on because of Chapter 5, Deuce and Jack are in the same club etc. Ace is kind to his fellow first years and helps them out like in Fairy Gala If with Ortho but again there’s this divide. Everyone knows it’s Ace, Deuce, Yuu and Grim as the group.

Multiple people have mentioned how those 4 are constantly together and how it’s rare to see one without the other and I think that’s really important when you take into consideration on how Ace literally ditched his last girlfriend because they were too different in terms of taste (well there’s more to unpack with that but that’s not what I’m here to talk about). Quality time is hugely important with Ace in my opinion, he wouldn’t hang out with people he hates and seeing the amount of time he spends time with those three and how the game makes an active effort to make us pay attention to it tells us that yeah Ace definitely values his friendship with Deuce, Yuu and Grim more than the others and why Ace feels so separated from the other first years at times.

He also tends to keep people at arms length because of his inability to really express affection towards his friends so it just comes across as him being snarky and mean when that’s really not the case. This also does show with Deuce Yuu and Grim yet goes to help them whenever he gets the chance, buys gifts for them, spends time with them etc. Like bro his actions tell otherwise it’s so funny he’s like a tsundere.

I think his exterior kind of makes it hard to people to really get close to him and I think he purposely does that, so to see him have obvious bias towards a group of people is really important.

Gotta admire his loyalty, once you’ve proven yourself he’s sticking with you for the rest of his life. Sorry for rambling but uh yeah your response gave me thoughts.

I would like to thank the aceyuu community for their continued dedication to putting deeply insightful character analysis in my inbox. I love you all so very much. I also love your icon very much, Gen 5 best pokemon (˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧

it gives me more of a vibe of a younger kid endearingly annoying his older classmates than friendship.

Yes very much this. Ace is the baby of his family, and there seems to be a decent age gap between him and his brother. He repeatedly talks about wanting to be like his seniors, and Jamil mentions at least once he is generally respectful towards them. His level up lines imply he wants to try challenging Riddle again, but it seems less because he disrespects him and wants to be dorm leader and more because he wants to prove he's gotten stronger.

Friend groups

So I have been thinking since the first and second time we talked about this trying to pick out who exactly Ace's friend group even is outside of Yuu and Deuce and ??? Deuce knew who Epel was before you properly met and he and Jack do seem to get along pretty well but Ace? I feel like maybe the intention might be to have him be closer to Ortho and Sebek, which sort of makes sense. They're all the youngest in their families and look up to their seniors to varying degrees but still. Ace specifically, like you said, is literally always around either Yuu or Deuce. In Idia's lab wear vignette Ace literally stays over alone with Yuu to watch horror movies and sends Grim to get the drinks alone 💀 like sir? Hello? And he implies he's done this more than once??? I like the idea of quality time being important to Ace, he says the most important thing for him in a partner is someone you have fun with and like being around so yeah. That makes sense for him.

I think back on how Ace initially interacted with Yuu and Deuce and, while at first I was a bit hesitant to say Ace keeps people at arms length, but you can literally see him doing that in the prologue. He's a brat towards people his own age, and while I imagine he has always been super popular to a degree I don't know if I can see him ever having had as deep of a friendship with anyone as he has Yuu and Deuce. I'm not sure if I would say he does it on purpose 100% of the time, but his Suitor Suit vignette does seem to imply he does it when he feels particularly embarrassed by something. He isn't just like a tsundere, he is one and honestly I was not expecting to like him as much as I do because tsundere isn't really one of my favorite tropes.

Gotta admire his loyalty, once you’ve proven yourself he’s sticking with you for the rest of his life. Sorry for rambling but uh yeah your response gave me thoughts.

Never apologize for rambling, it is the last thing I will ever take issue with and that goes for anyone in my inbox.

I hard agree. Ace's loyalty to Deuce, Yuu, and Grim should scare anyone trying to mess with them. I am waiting with baited breath for Grim overblot he is just going to pop off I JUST KNOW IT PLEASE YANA PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEASE

[hhighkey]

For the jjk characters you write for, can you please do jealousy HCs for them? 😄

AN// ah yes!!! i included my faves as i felt it would be easier but lemme know if you want anyone specific :)

JJK Headcanons

THEY GET JEALOUS

With Nanami, Gojo, Inumaki, Fushiguro, Noritoshi

Nanami Kento

his jealousy definitely stems from wanting to keep you safe

and that he doesn’t want people making you uncomfortable

nanami is the perfect man and you’d never imagine yourself with anyone else

he’s not insecure

just worries

jealousy is a natural emotion he knows, everyone succumbs to it no matter how irrational a situation

so he won’t act anything out or throw a fit like some would

he’s a mature adult

now let’s say you’re younger than him tho pls im obsessed with age gaps and this man

you have some guy friends from college who you’re pretty close with (or sorcerers from your year back when you were at tokyo high, you choose)

he’s not going to tell you that you can’t have guy friends but he’s uncomfortable, there’s so many opinions out there on platonic relationships with an opposite sex while in a committed relationship

he does trust you

but guys at your age… he knows how they are all too well

it’ll take him longer than expected to have the conversation with you

he’s always calm when communicating something serious

you appreciate it omg

and you didn’t realize he possibly would have viewed it in that way so you decided to only see them in group settings

besides nanami comes first

he’s very well mannered and thought out. this is a man you’re dating not some boy who’s going to lose his cool

but he’s relieved

“you don’t show it but it’s cute you were jealous kento,”

“yeah? just wait until something happens in front of me then we’ll see,”

true

Gojo Satoru

gojo doesn’t get jealous really

i think he finds it amusing over anything else- watching a guy flirt with you

he’s definitely a cocky shit so he knows this man doesn’t come anywhere near him

like gojo doubts he can top strongest sorcerer so he’s just laughing watching this interaction because you’re not into it

however it’s when he lays a hand on you does he step in, slowly losing it

something about someone else having the audacity to place a hang on you sets him off

his jealousy is more of an urge to protect what’s his you

and as amusing as it was to watch the man attempt to pick you up, he knows your boundaries have been crossed big time

feels bad he didn’t do anything sooner but won’t say it

gojo comes up, placing a hand to the low of your back, devious grin as he stares from the top of his sun glasses

“having fun babe? who’s this?”

that man is shaking let’s be real and scurries away immediately

totally can sense the intense energy coming off gojo even if he doesn’t realize why he’s so scared of the platinum haired man

you can see right through gojo by the twitch of his upper lip that he’s upset

“jealousy is funny on you satoru,”

“wasn’t jealous!”

“yeah okay,”

Inumaki Toge

oh inumaki is definitely the jealous type

he’s a clingy boyfriend to begin with

like to always have a hand on you, see you in his sights

doesn’t even like when his fellow students steal a spot next to you away from him

will literally throw mini tantrums and yell in his onigiri language

he’s cute it’s fine

so like it’s not unexpected when he loses his cool and is a pouty mess over some guys hitting on you

what was supposed to be a fun outing to run some errands turned into hitting up every shop in your sights

it’s been a perfect day, holding his hand as you two stroll about

inumaki is gonna wait in this long line to get the drinks you want whilst you continue on to grab sweets

divide and conquer right

which inumaki is still able to see you out the corner of his eye so he’s content

until

two guys get in line behind you and instantly spark up a conversation, which you’re polite so you won’t just blow them off

but you shift a little farther away and try to seem disinterested

“you’re really pretty, you here alone?”

“no,”

“we can keep you company,”

“i’m good,”

they just keep on talking and talking making suggestive comments

you’re praying for inumaki to save you because you’re unsure if he even knows what’s going on

oh he does

he’s burning green

fists clenched at his side but he’s going to get y’all these drinks first since you were so excited for one

so drinks in each hand, he walks over to you and the two guys who can’t take a hint

“go away,”

“toge!”

Fushiguro Megumi

silently broods

absolute anger coursing through him

you are his and no one else can have you he’s very territorial

not a lot makes him feel normal, relaxed, sane- but you do

so he can’t have any risks to your relationship

he was picking you up from class today, having just got back from a few day mission last night

he couldn’t wait to scoop you up in his arms

it’s when he finally sees you does his mood drop

he’s waiting outside the car, ijichi in the passenger seat probably feeling megumi’s cursed energy turn angry mans is def shaking he goes through so much

you’re walking out with two other guys who are standing too close for his taste

he doesn’t like the way you’re smiling and nodding at what they’re saying

why do you look so into the conversation?

he doesn’t waste much more time to march over there

he’ll place a hand on the low of back

instantly introduces himself as your boyfriend to your horror very rudely

he’s a tall scary dude and the guys you’re with immediately feel terror creeping up them

you say you’ll see them soon as megumi drags you away to the car

“gumi be nice! they’re my partners for an important project,”

“guess i have to go to all these meetings now,”

“oh my god,”

Kamo Noritoshi

haha mans got an ego

huge chip on his shoulder about how he’s so great and heir to the kamo clan

like it’s beyond him that someone would even look in your direction while he’s there

he gets jealous easier than he knows he should

logically he knows he has nothing to worry about so he’s calm in that manner

but internally he sees everyone as a threat as you belong to him

how you put up with him nobody knows

but he’s infatuated with you and is going to treat you perfectly

so noritoshi is so excited to take you out for a nice dinner, since neither of you have been free in a few weeks

y’all are all dressed up looking cute

both of you are just beaming at the other from across the table, one of your hands delicately placed in his as you chat

you don’t notice it but noritoshi does

the waiter

the way he looks at you, eyes lingering too long

he can’t blame them you’re gorgeous

but when he gets your order or checks up on you two, he only talks to you

noritoshi is perceptive he can tell when someone is flirting with his partner

and he doesn’t take kindly to it

by the end of the date he’s absolutely fuming, fist clenched

but on the outside he looks cool and collected… he just wanted to enjoy this time with you!

he pulls you out of there soon as possible and you just laugh as y’all exit the restaurant

“wow toshi proud you didn’t like shoot the guy with an arrow,”

“i wish i did,”

you heard a few weeks later that the waiter got fired

[sofoulandfairaday]

do you think the blacks had sexist beliefs? Do you think Sirius and Regulus did?

This is a very interesting question, especially because purebloods are often portrayed with very Victorian beliefs in fanfiction, which can only be partly inferred from the original books. I think that it was in the author's intentions to create a more equal society: there have been several female Ministers for Magic, for example, and in general magic would naturally be an equalizer, since it does not manifest differently in men and women in the books. However, the single female characters portrayed in the books, especially the adult ones, do not lend themselves well to this interpretation. Most of them exist inside very domestic settings - be it a school or a household - and the books promote Being A Mother as the pinnacle of womanhood.

(Which is coincidentally one of the reasons why I don't really love the existence of Delphi outside fanfiction. Bellatrix's sort of love is portrayed - in most literal, on-the-nose way possible - as the antithesis to maternal love. Making her yet another mother in the story undermines her character to me. But this is a whole other post.)

On top of that, the Blacks are very obviously conservative and aristocratic. So. As for the older Blacks (Walburga, Orion, and that whole generation), yes. Definitely yes. Perhaps in different ways, I think the wizarding world's brand on sexism would very much be interwoven with blood supremacy and seeing witches as the keepers of the blood, and the morals of a household, and that it is their very duty to marry and especially to produce heirs (pureblood babies! especially since those families seem to be fairly infertile). A woman who tries to escape that would be seen very badly, in my opinion.

As for Sirius and Regulus. Regulus' politics - sorry Reggie girlies - were very much conservative. And I refuse to believe that he didn't have mommy issues. I hc him as gay, honestly, and it is for the best because he would realistically be a bad boyfriend/husband. I cannot imagine him ever standing up to defend a possible wife to Walburga (or even Bellatrix) in a family dinner setting or the like - and any wife of his would suffer hell. Imagine marrying into the Black family as a woman and having them as in-laws. You would never be good enough. His wife would be chosen for him - pure of blood, someone worthy of producing heirs, and he probably wanted someone to take care of him in the way mommy never did. This poor hypothetical girl would have an additional child. In general, I think his views on women wouldn't be incredibly backwards but not even progressive. He'd be okay with you as long as you were the right kind of woman.

As for Sirius. He was a man born to an aristocratic british family in 1959. Make of that what you will. Sexism was just another of the prejudices he tried to unlearn during his lifetime - and meeting women like Lily, or his other non-pureblood female friends in Gryffindor, that would have definitely heard of the Women's Rights Movement and would have probably been feminists themselves - would have definitely helped. But it's hard for anyone (women included) to let go of all internal biases. He'd definitely still be the type to call a woman he dislikes a bitch, for example. Did he stand up of the common room table and give feminist rants on reproductive rights? Probably not. Did he fundamentally believe in equality and appreciated/supported strong women? Definitely.

TLDR: yes, in an appropriate way for age & setting. They were complex characters and their views on women probably reflected their overall politics. Regulus is part of a group of people who see society as divided into classes, where everyone gets assigned a role. Sirius was the opposite. Also, most people hold some sexist beliefs nowadays, in 2023, and I don't like imposing that sort of morality on fictional characters living in the 1990s.

[mikuni14]

I wanted to reply to this post by @italianpersonwithashippersheart and it turned out to be a very long text, so I'm posting it separately 😉

I have a tactic of reading posts on Tumblr, that as soon as I start reading and see that the author is going in a direction that I know I won't like, I immediately stop and move on (ALTHOUGH sometimes the author writes something I don't agree with in such an engaging way that I read it to the end for intellectual pleasure, or it's someone I like with whom I disagree just this time, but I read it anyway because, after all, I like that person for a reason 😚). That's why, fortunately, I usually (<- key word, usually) avoid fandom wars and problematic fandom behavior. I do this because I know how irritating fandom can be sometimes, especially when a it goes to war to defend its blorbo, or ship, or the entire series. And I regret to say that defenders are the most aggressive... Personally, I don't mind fans living on ships, their blorbo, squealing about them and so on. (I mean, I do that!) Unfortunately, as I'm sure you all know, so many fans who live it, LIVE IT and it's not just fun for them, it's the meaning of their lives. This is where the attacks on actors come from, like the recent attack on Nut, a homewrecker 😆 in Pit Babe, having the audacity to be friends with the actor playing Alan AND HE BELONGS TO SOMEONE ELSE!, or, as in the case of DFF, tearing Ta into two parts by his ukes two fandoms lmao. Unfortunately, such behavior poisons a positive fandom experience and even I can see it, even though I try very hard NOT to see it.

It also seems to me that DFF viewers could be divided into two distinct groups: DFF fans and BL fans 😉 I'm a DFF fan and that's why I'm interested in meta, theories and Tan. I like PheeJin for their dynamic, but, I don't really care if they end the series as a couple. Besides, for me DFF is a mystery/thriller/slasher/social commentary series with BL elements, in which I DON'T HAVE to have a happy ending for BL relationships to be happy, I only want Tan to be happy. However, someone for whom DFF is only a BL series could be frustrated because 1) there is no monogamy 😬 2) there is "cheating" 3) the characters behave unpleasantly 4) the characters behave in ambiguous ways and it's often not clear what they think and whom they truly love 5) the characters behaviour becomes unpredictable and non-standard and often problematic 6) the plot keeps getting weird, instructions unclear 7) what about my ship?? *panic*

Regarding the concerns about the ending of the series: in any other series I would have EXACTLY THE SAME worries. But I look at DFF in two categories:

as a slasher

as a story about life, without a moral lesson

This makes me NOT worry about the ending because:

if you look at it as a slasher and my favorite film of this type, i.e. Scream and to some extent also Final Destination, there is no moralizing here, because the victims are often innocent and still die, because this is the rule of this genre: people die in masses

if we do NOT look at it as a story with a moral lesson, we also get rid of the compulsion to judge, like, did they deserve or not to die?

I know that in the DFF fandom we often joke, more or less seriously, that we would like this one or that one to die, or for everyone to die, but this is completely normal behavior when consuming media in which someone gets hurt. In the case of DFF, emotions are high because we naturally stand on the side of someone who is bullied and we see how others, through their actions or omissions, or often making stupid mistakes, saying cruel words in anger, contributed to the great tragedy of the entire family. But what I noticed is that the series does not actually moralize. It emphasizes very clearly that Non is a victim, but he is not entirely innocent and has made many stupid decisions himself, having had other choices, while also showing why he makes such choices. It shows Por as a complete asshole, while showing his environment and expectations towards him, but it does not absolve him. It even shows Keng not as a typical sweaty, brutal pedo, but someone who is genuinely concerned about Non, AT THE SAME TIME showing the issue of his pressure on Non, the money, the grooming.

The series presents dry facts, shows characters from different sides, in different situations, it also shows how events move from point A to B and further along the letters of the alphabet :) all the time discovering new facts that explain more and more, sometimes posing a seemingly already explained situation in a completely new perspective.

Personally, I don't get the impression that the series even WANTS us to moralize in our high glass tower, because the series clearly shows that the innocent, defenseless and vulnerable suffer and no one helps them. That a stupid event can lead to tragedy with the butterfly effect. That sometimes things happen beyond our knowledge, that we are just a pawn in someone else's game and, despite our sincere intentions, we cannot stop the course of events. And that the poor have a hard time and lose entire families and their future, with the first fatality in the series being the only son and the future of the richest family.

Therefore, I am 99% sure that:

we do not know all the facts that can turn all our predictions, judgments and faith in what is happening on the screen 180 degrees

whatever happens to Tan, Phee and Jin, I doubt it will be presented as a punishment/reward for anything

Tan can kill them all and not be the winner, Phee can kill Tan and live with it for the rest of his life as a loser

there is no way for the series to end sensibly AND with "the victory of good over evil" and"justice", because evil has been winning all the time and every kick to Non's face, the death of his parents, Tan's "madness", the death of two young people, the trauma of the others were proof of that, also all the lives lost and their future in which change for good is possible

At the moment, I have nothing to complain about the 10 episodes so far, for me the series is run logically, and any question marks that appear in my head, I am calmly waiting for their answers in the next episodes. THERE IS HOWEVER ONE THING THAT WILL ANGRY ME ABOUT THE ENDING: IF THE SERIES MAKES TAN A CONVERTED SINNER WHO CHOOSES LOVE, PEACE AND FORGIVENESS AT THE LAST MOMENT 🤮 I don't even want to think about it. This is the worst thing that can happen.

Despite everything, I still believe that the series will not do something so stupid at the end, that from a painfully realistic story about life with hints of a thriller and a slasher, it will turn into a fairy tale with a moral lesson, in which good (the established social order) will be rewarded and evil (anarchy represented by Tan) will be punished.

I have my dream ending, but whatever, it's my fantasy 😍 But at least 3 BL series from recent weeks ended exactly NOT the way I wanted, so I'm resigned to the fact that DFF may also fail in this matter 🤡

tl;dr everything will be fine, and if it's not fine, we have a great team to sit together and bitch together 🥳

@italianpersonwithashippersheart I fucking love rant posts 😤😤 I LOVED YOURS 💖💖💖

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Upon First Glance

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3.0k

Summary: Y/N is new to Hawkins High and she was immediately brought in my the popular kids. However, there is a certain metal bead that catches her eye.

A/N: I will probably make a part 2 if engine wants it :)

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Moving across the country to the small town of Hawkins was tough on Y/N L/Nl. Despite her dad leaving her mother, she didn’t expect for her mother to move across the country for a fresh start, Y/N expected a few towns over at most, not the other side of the country.

Of course moving to a new town also meant starting a new school for Y/N, and she was dreading it. For her entire life, Y/N had never been the new girl, she was always the one to greet the new kid. What was daunting for Y/N was that she had to go into the school knowing no one. Back at her old school, she was what people would class as popular, however she was nice and kind and never spoke badly about anyone. Now going into school with no one knowing her felt daunting.

For the first few periods of the day, Y/N had managed to go under the radar, she could feel the stares and hear the hushed whispers though. Once lunch rolled around, she stepped foot into the cafeteria and was overwhelmed. There was a very distinct divide between the different cliches, even more so than her old school.

Looking around the cafeteria, Y/N began to examine the groups of people sitting at the different tables. She easily picked out the popular crowd as the girls were in their cheer uniforms and the guys were in varsity jackets. On a table nearby, there was another group of people, these people seemed to be the complete opposite of the popular group. They all wore matching shirts, each reading ‘Hellfire Club’. To say that Y/N wasn’t more intrigued by this group of people would be a lie.

As she began to walk through the cafeteria, she made eye contact with someone. The first thing she noticed about them was his deep brown eyes and the way they seem to have entranced her. She gave the boy a smile before her attention was immediately pulled away by a girl coming to her side.

“Hi!” She said happily, “You must be the new girl. I’m Chrissy.”

Y/N smiled back at the girl, “I’m Y/N.”

“You can come and sit with me and my friends if you would like.” Chrissy asked and before Y/N had the chance to respond, she was dragging her over to the table full of cheerleaders and jocks.

***

Y/N settled into Hawkins High well, she could safely guess most of that reason was to do with the people she hung around with. Despite Y/N being with the popular people, she couldn’t help but want to go and talk with other people, especially the boy she saw on her first day. Some of the cheerleaders and jocks were nice, however they were in the minority. Most of the people she hung around with, she hated.

They could call names to people who they didn’t like, they would talk shit about each other behind everyone’s backs and they just weren’t nice people at all. The only people she had actually made friends with in the couple of weeks she had been at the school was Chrissy and another cheerleader named Amanda. Y/N would try to hang out with the two as much as she could without the presence of the other cheerleaders or the jocks, but the two always wanted to be with their boyfriends.

Y/N sighed as yet again, the table of cheerleaders and jocks began to bitch about someone who wasn’t sitting at the table. It had been two weeks and Y/N was sick of it, all she wanted to do was move to another table but everyone else was scared of her because of who she was associated with.

The one person she wanted to get to know better was a boy that sits at the table where Jason yells the most of his abuse. It was the boy she made eye contact with during her first day here. His name was Eddie Muson. Every time she looked over at the table, someone around her would scald her for even glancing their way, labelling them a bunch of freaks. Y/N disagreed with them every time.

As the people around her bitched about an array of different students in the school, Y/N rolled her eyes while she picked at her food, not very much in the mood to eat. She was completely zoned out of the conversation, ignoring everyone around her until she watched Jason stick his leg out from the table, tripping someone up.

“Watch where you’re going, freak!” He sneered.

As everyone laughed, Y/N looked at who Jason tripped up, it was none other than Eddie Munson. Despite Eddie normally having a calm and collected composure when dealing with the people who make fun of him, this time it was different. Once he made eye contact with Y/N, he got up and stalked out of the cafeteria. The table continued to laugh long after he was gone.

“Did you see his face when he fell?” One of the jocks laughed, “He must’ve been so embarrassed.”

“But did you see his face when he looked at Y/N?” A cheerleader piped up, “If I were you, Y/N, I’d go and take a shower, if he looked at me like that I would feel creeped out for weeks.”

“Where do you think he’s gone?” Chrissy questioned the table, feeling bad for the metal head.

“Probably gone to cry to his parents,” A jock yelled, “Oh wait! They probably abandoned him once they realised how pathetic he is!”

The cheerleaders and jocks laughed loudly once again while Y/N, Chrissy and Amanda sat quietly. Y/N’s fist was clenched in anger, she couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Slamming her hands down on the table, Y/N stood up.

“Alright that’s enough!” Y/N yelled.

The entire cafeteria quieted down once Y/N yelled but she couldn’t find it in her to care.

“What makes you think you can talk about people the way you do? Treat them the way you do? You really put yourselves on a pedestal above everyone else and for what? Bullying them? You really believe that if someone is different to you, enjoys different things or is actually a nice and caring person, that they deserve to be beat up or talked down upon.”

Everyone in the cafeteria was listening to Y/N intently.

“You guys really think you're popular and all that but in reality? None of you like each other. You talk about each other behind their backs, you talk down on each other and for what? To keep your popularity status even though at least seventy percent of the school doesn’t even like you,” Y/N started to walk away from the table, “I’m done.”

As Y/N walked out of the cafeteria, the volume began to rise again although that wasn’t the jocks doing, they all sat around their table sheepishly avoiding everyone’s gazes.

Y/N walked up and down the halls of the school looking for Eddie when she eventually opened the doors and stepped outside. Her eyes scanned her surroundings until they eventually landed on the person she had been looking for heading towards a van.

“Eddie!” Y/N called out to him, jogging a bit to catch up with him.

Eddie turned around and he looked surprised to see Y/N heading towards him, this surprised facial expression didn’t last long before it turned into a scowl.

“I take it you’ve come to make fun of me too?” Eddie questioned.

Y/N frantically shook her head, “No, no, of course not!”

“Then why are you here?” Eddie asked, folding his arms across his chest.

“I came to see if you were okay.” Y/N said, avoiding eye contact with him.

Eddie chuckled sarcastically, “Yeah right. You - Y/N L/N, popular girl - came to see if me, Eddie ‘the freak’ Munson - was okay?”

“Of course I did.” Y/N says sincerely.

“Where are all the other jocks and cheerleaders?” Eddie says, looking around, “They’re probably going to want to see it when you make fun of me.”

“Eddie, I'm serious!” Y/N says, finally making eye contact with him. She still felt the strong pull that she did when she first made eye contact with him on her first day.

Eddie sighed, “Okay, if I believe you, why did you follow me? You could’ve just laughed along with your friends.”

“They’re not my friends,” Y/N says, “Only Chrissy and Amanda are. All the others are complete pricks. I hate the way they talk to everyone, especially you and your group of friends.”

“Then why did you stay with them?” Eddie questions.

“Because Chrissy and Amanda did,” Y/N answers honestly, “I tried to convince them to sit at a different table every time but they always wanted to sit with their boyfriends.”

“You need better friends.” Eddie says.

“Trust me, I know,” Y/N says, “They weren’t even the people I wanted to hang around with in the first place.”

“Yeah?” Eddie questions, suddenly intrigued. Of course he wanted her to say that she wanted to sit with him and his friends but he doubted she would.

“I wanted to sit with you and your friends,” Y/N says and Eddie practically explodes, “Your t-shirt looked cool.” Y/N continued and decided to leave out the part about her being drawn to him in favour of not being creepy.

“Wait, let me get this straight sweetheart,” Eddie says and Y/N felt butterflies in her stomach at the nickname, “You wanted to sit with me and my friends on your first day here and not with the popular people.”

“Of course,” Y/N says, “In the couple weeks since I’ve been here, I’ve wanted to get up and leave those assholes and join your table but I thought that you would reject me because of who I was sitting with originally.”

“We would never reject you,” Eddie says sincerely, “We’d be happy to accept an actual princess in the group.”

“Princess, really?” Y/N questioned.

“Have you looked in a mirror?” Eddie teased, “A literal princess.”

Y/N placed her hands over her face, it felt red hot to her, “Eddie, stop!”

“I’m only stating facts.” He says.

Y/N looked at him and smiled. Every time she looked into his eyes she had butterflies in her stomach.

“Do you wanna, y’know, get outta here?” Eddie suggested, “If you don’t want to I totally understand. You surely don’t want to miss your classes.”

“No,” Y/N says, “I definitely want to go with you - I mean get out of here,” Y/N stutters growing flustered, “And my next class was with Jason and I’m pretty sure that he doesn’t want to see me right now.”

Eddie smiles before he opens the door to his van, letting Y/N inside before running around the van to the driver's side.

***

The next day at school when Y/N walked in the cafeteria, she could feel all eyes on her, especially from the jocks and cheerleaders. Y/N spared a glance over to the group she used to hang around with. Only Chrissy and Amanda gave her genuine smiles and actually looked happy to see her. Their smiles stood out among the scowls and glares of the other members sitting at the table.

Eddie, who was seated at his typical table, watched as Y/N walked through the doors. As he watched her spare a glance at the table full of jocks, he couldn’t help but let his heart sink a little in fear that she would go back to them. After the night they had spent together previously, Eddie felt a strong connection to Y/N.

Once the two had left the school, they had lunch before heading back to Eddie’s trailer. The two sat and listened to music all night, neither of them realising how late it was

***

“Oh shit!” Y/N exclaims as she looked at the time, “It’s nearly midnight.”

Eddie looked at the time as well, “Huh? Time really got away from us, didn't it princess?”

Y/N felt hot at the nickname he had designated for her, “I guess it did.”

The two sit in silence for a moment longer before Eddie clears his throat, “Do you, um…do you wanna stay the night? It’s late and you shouldn’t be heading home at this time.”

“Yeah, okay, sure,” Y/N says with a smile, “Only if that’s alright.”

“It’s perfectly fine with me if it’s perfectly fine with you.” Eddie says.

“Then it’s perfectly fine with me.”

“Okay,” Eddie says happily, climbing off the bed, “Do you want to call our parents to tell them?”

“No,” Y/N says, “My mom wouldn’t really notice if she went out on her date anyways.”

Eddie only nodded before rummaging through his drawers and pulling out some clothes for Y/N to wear.

“For you, m’lady.” He says presenting them to her, causing Y/N to giggle. It was a sound that Eddie wished he savoured more.

“Thank you kind sir.” Y/N responded before heading into the bathroom to change.

As the two got ready for bed, they both came to a bump in the road. After the two had changed for bed - Eddie blushing once he saw Y/N in his clothes - the duo had found themselves standing at the foot of the bed.

“So…” Eddie broke the silence, “Do you want to take the bed and I can sleep on the couch?”

“Don’t be silly!” Y/N scolded, “I’m not kicking you out of your own bed.”

“But I’m not letting you sleep on the most uncomfortable couch in existence, the floor is probably more comfortable than the couch.” Eddie rejected her offer.

“Then I’ll sleep on the floor.”

“What? No!” Eddie exclaims, “You’re a guest you can’t sleep on the floor, I will.”

Before Y/N could stop him, Eddie grabs a couple of pillows and a blanket before laying down on the floor. It was probably more comfortable than the couch but it still wasn’t comfortable in the slightest. Y/N, playfully shook her head at Eddie before climbing into the bed. As she laid down, the only thing she could smell was Eddie - it was comforting to her.

“Goodnight Eddie.” Y/N says.

“Good night, princess.” Eddie mumbled back.

When Eddie thought that Y/N was asleep, he tossed and turned on the floor trying to get comfortable. At the rate he was going, he wouldn’t get any sleep at all.

“You can join me up here if you’re uncomfortable.” Y/N mumbled sleepily.

“Are you sure?” Eddie asked, not wanting to overstep boundaries.

Y/N let out a quiet hum before moving over to allow Eddie onto the bed. He crawled in next to her, but made sure to keep a distance between them, he didn’t want her to feel uncomfortable.

“You can get closer than that.” Y/N says.

Eddie got a little closer until their bodies were almost touching, if he moved the slightest inch, their bodies would be pressed together. Before Eddie could wish her goodnight again, Y/N was passed out.

***

“Eddie!” Dustin says from beside him.

“What?” Eddie snapped, rudely awakened from his daydream.

“Y/N’s walking over here.” Dustin says in a hushed whisper.

Eddie lifted his eyes to meet Y/N’s and as soon as their eyes met, she smiled at him. Her smile made his heart melt.

“Henderson, Wheeler,” Eddie says without taking his eyes off of Y/N, “Move up!”

“What? No!” Mike says.

“Do it!” Eddie snapped before they both sighed and moved up a seat.

As Y/N approached Eddie and sat down next to him, Eddie looked at her like she held the whole world in his hands. Everyone else at the table was confused as to why Y/N L/N would sit with them. Of course they had all heard her outburst the previous day but they never imagined her to sit with them.

“Is it cool if I sit with you guys?” Y/N questioned, looking around at the table and her question was immediately responded to by a chorus of yes’s.

Y/N turned back to Eddie, “Hey is it okay if I return your clothes tomorrow? I left them at my house this morning.”

“Keep ‘em,” Eddie says, “They looked better on you anyways.”

Y/N shyly looked down at the table after Eddie’s complement so she missed all of the stares being passed around the table, each person having the same burning questions to ask.

Clearing his throat, Dustin broke the silence, “So, um, Y/N,” She looked up at him, “Why did you decide to sit with the ‘freaks’ of the school?”

Y/N furrowed her eyebrows, “Don’t call yourselves that. You guys aren’t freaks. And you guys seemed cool and a lot nicer than those assholes that I sat with.”

The group shared smiles at Y/N’s sour expression upon talking about the cheerleaders and jocks, they were glad that she shared the same opinion as them.

“So Y/N,” Eddie spoke up, “Would you care to join us at Hellfire tonight?”

“Sure!” Y/N says happily, “I’m not sure what it is but I’ll join.”

“We play D&D.” Mike piped up.

“Ohhh,” Y/N says, “I heard of that. I don’t know how to play it though.”

“Don’t worry,” Eddie says before lowering his voice, “I am an excellent teacher.”

Y/N felt her face heat up as she continued to make eye contact with Eddie. The butterflies in her stomach felt as if they were going hundreds of miles per hour. Breaking the eye contact to look down at her watch, Y/N gasped.

“I’m so sorry guys but I’ve got to head to class early,” Y/N says, gathering her things, “My teacher says that she wanted to go through my assignment with me.”

Before leaving, Y/N did something very bold. She leant down before placing a soft kiss on Eddie’s cheek.

“I’ll see you all later.” Y/N says before quickly walking away.

Eddie watched her walk away with a bright red blush on his face. Once she was out of sight, he turned back to everyone.

“You’re down bad, man.”

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Imagine Looking for Wanda at a Halloween Party

Wanda Masterlist || Full Masterlist || Read on AO3 Halloween Triple Feature 2023 Masterlist

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Female Reader

Content Warnings: Some confrontational situations and traces of angst. After that, fluffiness all the way!

Word Count: 2,874

Dividers by @chaosofevil

"Well, well, well, if it isn't our friend, the... pumpkin?" Tony raised a curious eyebrow at my choice of costume.

I wore a round and wide orange top with orange pants and black boots. My cheeks and nose were painted with an orange blush, and a green felt stem sat atop my head with the help of an equally green headband.

"Couldn't even spring for a Jack-o-lantern?” Tony fought off a smile. “You're just a pumpkin?"

"What?" I rolled my eyes. "I had to embrace my inner... pumpkin. Look, at least I didn't show up as myself." I motioned toward Tony's suit.

He came to his own Halloween party as Iron Man. How original.

This year, Tony was holding a Halloween party in the lobby of the tower. Everyone showed up in costume for the festivities. There was fun dance music playing, and spooky decorations all around the room. I wondered how Pepper and Tony managed to fill the room with streamers, cobwebs, plastic spiders, and other seasonal elements overnight.

"Hey, kiddo!" Natasha approached us, waving four of her arms.

She wore a black suit with a red hourglass symbol on her chest. Each side of her suit had four arms hanging off of it, which dramatically swayed with every move she made.

I tried, and failed, to figure out which of her eight arms were real. "Hey, Nat! You're a black widow? That's clever."

"Oh, so it's okay if she comes as herself?" Tony rolled his eyes.

"You're wearing uniform." I retorted. "She's wearing a pun."

Tony playfully scoffed and waved his hand. “Fine. Be that way.”

"By the way,” I changed the topic of conversation. “Have you guys seen Wanda? Did she show, yet?"

"No, I haven't seen your girlfriend." Tony grabbed a glass of champagne off of a butler’s tray as they walked by.

"Me neither." Natasha added. “Sorry, kiddo.”

"Oh, ok." I sighed before Tony’s comment registered to me. "Wait- She's not my girlfriend!" I felt warmth creep into my face. "She's just my best friend."

"That's how it starts." Tony winked as he took a sip of his drink. "That's how it always starts."

I playfully smacked his shoulder, shaking off the resulting pain after the audible contact I made with his suit. "All right, Stark. I'm going to look for her."

“Good luck!” Natasha nodded in my direction. “I’m sure she’ll turn up.”

“Thanks.” I flashed her a small smile before turning to walk away.

"Enjoy the party!" Tony called after me. "And make sure to drink some punch. It's good punch!"

I rolled my eyes, positive that the “punch” had traces of alcohol, but went to the snack table to pour myself some anyway. The glass bowl on the table was full of blood-red liquid, and I used the ladle inside to pour some into a red plastic cup. Once I was satisfied, I stepped to the side, walking right into a large figure next to me.

"Oh! Sorry." I turned to see Thor.

He was a very buff Pop-Tart, though the muscles were courtesy of his physique, rather than the costume shop.

"Hey, Thor!” I softly chuckled at the comical sight in front of me. “I love your costume."

"Thank you!" Thor grinned. "You look wonderful, as well. It would seem we both arrived as our favorite foods."

"Yeah, I guess we did.” I returned his smile showing less teeth. “Hey, have you seen Wanda anywhere?"

"I'm sorry, but I haven't seen her." Thor frowned. "Have you tried asking Stark?"

"Yeah." I sighed. "Well, thanks anyway, Thor. Enjoy the party."

"You too!" Thor waved before I walked away, sipping on my definitely alcoholic punch.

I dodged dancers, sidestepped those in conversation, and passed groups of people that overall made me wonder how many of Tony’s friends were real, and how many only showed up to the party in search of some of his wealth and fame.

It was then that I found Clint talking to Bruce on the other side of the room. Clint had come dressed as a vampire, while Bruce was decorated in a skeleton costume.

I approached them with a smile. "Hey, guys! How are you?"

"Hi!" Bruce made a small wave at me. "We're doing fine."

"Yeah," Clint added. "We were just wondering how many friends Tony has here. Real friends, not associates or sponsors or random rich people."

I couldn’t help but laugh. "I was just thinking that, too!"

Bruce sheepishly smiled. "I guess great minds think alike."

"I hate to cut our meet-up short," I went on, "But, have either of you seen Wanda?"

Clint thought for a moment. "I thought I saw her on the other side of the room." He motioned across the room with one hand.

"Yeah," Bruce added. "She was talking to Thor's brother, wasn't she?"

"Ugh." I would have facepalmed had I not been worried about messing up my makeup. "Why the hell would Tony invite Loki?"

"Sour much?" Clint smirked at my resulting scowl. "He's here by Thor's request, and on the promise to not cause any mischief."

“As if he would actually hold to that standard. ” I rolled my eyes. "Do you think she's still over there?"

Clint shrugged. "Not sure."

"I hope you find her." Bruce bashfully scratched the back of his neck.

"Thanks." I started to walk away. "You guys enjoy the party."

I took a deep breath before heading towards the one corner of the room I had yet to explore. The crowd noticeably thinned as I neared the wall.

"What vivid colors for a plain character such as yourself." I rolled my eyes as the familiar voice purred.

I turned to him, only to be met with a black, green, and gold Asgardian tunic, topped with a wicked smirk. So much for being subtle.

“Loki!” I forced a smile. "You came dressed as a witch. A little cliché of a costume, don't you think?"

Loki's cocky smirk dipped for an instant before lifting back up. "Not everyone has original ideas such as your seasonal gourd."

"Actually, a pumpkin is a fruit." I proudly grinned. "I'm sure an intelligent man such as yourself can tell the difference between a fruit and a gourd." I mentally high-fived myself for having researched random pumpkin facts last night to really get into character.

Loki scowled. "Of course I can tell the difference! You simply don't wear food items well. That’s all."

"And you don't wear anger very well, princess." I teased. "So, I heard you were talking to Wanda earlier. Is that right?"

"Yes," Loki's smirk returned, paired with a mischievous glint in his eye. "Just as I've heard that you've been looking for her all night. Correct?"

"Well, yeah." A sour feeling settled into my stomach—the same one I usually got right before Loki would screw me over. "Can you point me in the direction she went?"

"Well, I could," Loki nonchalantly examined his perfectly manicured nails. "But I might not."

The frustration that had been building up inside me started to slowly seep out. "Loki, I swear-"

"Ah-ah-ah..." Loki held up his pointer finger to silence me. "You wouldn't want to make a scene at Stark's perfect party, would you?"

I stopped to think for a moment. Tony was an annoying person, but that annoying person also happened to be my friend, and I didn’t want to do anything to hurt him if I could help it.

I tried to quell the fire in my stomach. "I guess not."

Loki slowly approached me as his smirk widened into a sadistic grin. "I suppose I could point you in the direction of your lost friend... if you agreed to assist me with a small request."

"No." I scowled. "I'll just find her myself."

I turned to storm off when Loki grabbed my upper arm and spun me around, yanking me toward him. “Let’s not be too hasty, now, pet.”

“I’m not your pet.” I growled through clenched teeth. “Let. Me. Go. NOW!”

I grew a little embarrassed as a few partygoers turned to look at us, but I didn’t back down from my stance.

“What happened to not making a scene?” He muttered as he reluctantly released my arm.

“Trust me.” I started. "You’d know if I caused a scene. And, if you think, even for a second, that I'm going to let you use me for whatever trick or plot you want me to do, you’re sorely mistaken."

“Is that so?” Loki’s expression grew dark. “Then I suppose you care not to find your little friend.”

“You’re worse than useless!” I was practically bursting at the seams. “Nobody can stand you, you know that? Your games only ever hurt people. So, yeah, I’ll take the risk finding Wanda myself, since the last person who played into your tricks and mind games wound up dead.” I resisted the urge to clap a hand over my mouth. I definitely took that way too far…

Loki scowled, but his eyes were clearly filled with hurt. “You know not what you speak of, Midgardian."

"Just stay away from me." I turned to walk away.

I only made it a few paces before I heard Loki's voice call from behind me. "Your friend is outside. She left in need of fresh air after we exchanged words."

I turned back in time to see Loki's backside as he walked away. I debated just following his instructions to where Wanda was, but I knew I couldn’t after pressing his wounds like I did. Instead, I rushed after him.

"Loki?" I softly called when I finally caught up to him. When he didn’t respond, I tried calling louder. "Loki?"

"I can hear you, mortal." He faced me with a dark expression. "I just wish I couldn't."

“That's fair.” I sighed. “I just couldn’t leave without apologizing for disrespecting you. I really crossed a line back there. I’m sorry."

An expression of shock crossed Loki's face, followed by a flash of sadness, before he began to seem unbothered. "I… appreciate your apology. I suppose I should return the sentiment. Though I do tend to derive pleasure whenever your face makes that scrunched-up scowl as the result of your vexation, it may not be the most... ethical method of entertaining myself."

"And bringing out your baggage might not have been the best way to handle it." I held my hand out to him. "Truce?"

Loki skeptically raised an eyebrow at me before taking my hand in his. "Very well. No more… pranks... at least for the time being."

I smirked. "Watch it, Odinson. I might pump-kick your butt if you go back on our truce."

Loki rolled his eyes. "Oh, the puns from you, girl."

I laughed and started making my way toward the door. "Enjoy the party, Loki."

"You, as well." He called after me.

I began weaving through the crowd to get to the door. I finally made it and pushed the door open with a sudden urgency. I had a feeling that I needed to find Wanda as soon as possible.

There were more rich people outside who didn’t even bother dressing up for Tony’s Halloween party. As they let the outside air fill with their dry, ingenuine laughter, I pushed through crowds of them, earning myself dirty looks from people who had higher net worths than me.

But, that didn’t matter. I had to find Wanda.

”Wanda?!” I called, “Wanda?! Where are you?”

I shoved through more people in suits and costumes as I frantically scanned the area for red hair, ignoring the rude comments from people around me. As I made my way farther from the tower, the crowd began thinning.

Suddenly, a small voice called my name loud enough for me to just barely hear it.

I turned to the source of the sound to see Wanda, hiding away from the partygoers with an anxious expression. “Wanda!”

She wore a bright red bodysuit with a headdress and cape that sported similar crimson hues. I wasn’t sure what she was supposed to be dressed as, but she was gorgeous.

I noticed her visibly shaking as I ran up to her. “Wanda? What happened? Did Loki do something to you?” I already felt the urge to go back on our earlier truce creeping in. “Because, I swear, I’m gonna-”

”No!” Wanda cut off my threat, which was lucky for me, since I had no idea how to effectively threaten a literal demigod. “Loki did nothing wrong, I promise.”

My rage quickly shifted to guilt for getting so easily distracted. Focus on Wanda, damnit!

I placed my hands on her shoulders. “What’s wrong, then? Are you alright?”

She sighed, looking at me with watery eyes. “I’m scared… I’m terrified.” She sniffled. “And I don’t know what to do.”

“Wanda,” I frowned, trying not to picture the pathetic image of a ghoulish pumpkin trying to console a weeping… whatever Wanda was dressed as. “Whatever you’re afraid of, you can talk to me. I promise, I can help you get through it.”

Wanda sniffled again and ran a delicate gloved hand across her face to catch runaway tears. “It’s just… All night, I’ve been hiding. I’ve been… secretive. I want to tell the one person who should know, but I’m afraid.” She shuddered. “And I thought, If I never tell them, I’ll exist in this limbo forever. But if I do…”

“They might not respond in the way that you want?” I breathlessly asked. Wanda wordlessly nodded.

It was in that moment that I took her in with my eyes. She truly was gorgeous. Her wide brown eyes. Her soft pink lips. The way her headdress framed her round face. The way her costume conformed to the curves of her body. She was gorgeous.

I didn’t lie to Tony earlier. Wanda wasn’t my girlfriend…

…But it didn’t change the fact that I wished she was.

It was true that I was infatuated by Wanda’s beauty, but I was also in love with her mind and personality, so seeing her this upset crushed me.

”Wanda,” I breathed. “It hurts me to see you this way. There’s only one word of advice I can give you: Stay strong. No matter how it turns out, just tell them what you need to tell them. No matter what, I’ll be here for you. And if they’re a good person, they’ll be good to you, too.”

Wanda gulped, “I can’t do that…”

”Yes, you can.” I urged. “I know you can. You can do anything.”

Wanda sniffled. “I don’t want to ruin our friendship.”

My blood ran cold. “I’m the person you’re trying to tell something to?” She wordlessly nodded once again. “Wanda,” I nervously chuckled. “You can tell me anything.”

She looked like she wanted to say what she was dying to say, but shook her head. “I’m not as brave as you.”

”Maybe I’m not brave, either.” I spoke without thinking. Wanda cocked her head in confusion and I just continued before I could hesitate. “You can’t idolize my bravery if I wasn’t brave enough to reveal my own secret to you.” I grabbed her hands and took a deep breath. “Wanda Maximoff…” There was an expectant glint of what seemed to be hope in her eyes when I paused. “I love you. I love you so much, and I-“

Before I could finish my declaration, Wanda cut me off with a kiss. She wrapped her arms around my neck and shoved her tongue in my mouth. I greedily took it in my own as I moved my hands along her waist to the small of her back, one hand reaching up to her hair. I dreamt about a moment like this for so long, and I wanted this to last forever, but Wanda and I eventually had to break for air.

We were both still gasping when Wanda breathed. “I’m not afraid anymore.”

I smirked and opened my arms. “Then come here and pump-kiss me again.” We both visibly cringed at my horrible pumpkin pun before bursting into laughter.

“That was really bad.” Wanda giggled.

“Well, there’s more where that came from.” I smirked. “You’re going to be hearing those for the rest of the night.”

Wanda warmly smiled. “I’m looking forward to it.” She wrapped her arm around my waist. “I can’t wait to party with my new gourd-friend.” She winked.

I laughed at her pun, too content to correct her with the fact that a pumpkin was a fruit, not a gourd. Speaking of corrections…

“Hey, Wanda,” I began. “Can I ask you a question?” She nodded. “What’s your costume?”

“Oh!” She seemed to come alive with a newfound excitement. “This old thing?” She let my waist go to twirl in a circle and toss her cape with a flourish. “I’m dressed as a Sokovian fortune teller!”

“I love it!” I grinned, holding my arm out to her. “So, what’s in store for me and my new lover?”

She giggled as she locked my arm in hers. “Our future is yet to be determined, detka, but it’s looking bright.”

She leaned in to give me a peck on the lips before we made our way back to the party.

[noonaishere]

Online/Offline [C.S] - forty-eight | today’s prize is: Cash!

The game ended when Mick and Ryujin pulled a last minute Hail Mary and managed to kill San and Yeji. ‘Defeat’, the title said as it ended, the bean-shaped spacemen appearing on screen.

“Wow….” Yeji said. “We’ve known each other how long Mick? And you just kill me like that.?”

Mick laughed. “Hey, I don’t know why you thought I was so trustworthy when Cat correctly sussed me out for faking Keys.”

“It was literally Keys!” You shouted. “How did none of you believe me?”

“Um, I think I know.” San said.

“Don’t you dare.”

Bracken laughed loudly into his mic. “Please, Morn, tell us.”

“In the game before this, you:” San addressed you pointedly, “Voted the other imposter out, threw me under the bus, got Bracken voted out for faking something he didn’t fake--”

“Don’t forget that she reported my kill and then voted me out,” Ryujin added.

You laughed.

“Yeah, you reported your teammate’s kill and and then voted her out.” San amended his previous statement.

“And we won! So I don’t think I really did all that bad of a job. And also, that’s no reason not to believe me this time!” You laughed.

“Better than when Morn and Bracken won earlier because Yeji was third impostering so hard,” Ryujin added.

“Hey! I thought it was Mick!” Yeji shouted.

You all laughed.

“Cat, are you going to clip the part from earlier when we were in Decon and you divided Morn and Mick from the group?” 

“Yes, oh my god that was so good.”

2304273408: slut

For some reason that caught your eye, and your attention snapped to your chat. You saw it for a second before it disappeared and you would have thought you were seeing things if you didn’t already know that Quack was fast on the draw when it came to hate comments.

“Cat?” San asked.

“Yeah, sorry. What’d you say?”

“I asked what that looked like from your perspective.”

“Oh, it was like… you guys were almost done with tasks and I don’t know about Yeji, but I was panicking--”

“Oh, no, I was also panicking.”

The two of you laughed.

“So when me and her happened to walk over to Decon at the same time and I realized that there was a slim chance we could win, I spammed the button closed as fast as I could and managed to separate you and Mick from the group and we were able to kill you.”

“When I saw the doors start to close, I was like, ‘This is our chance!’” Yeji laughed.

“Wowwww…” San trailed off. “I’m going to watch that clip when you post it, it sounds good, actually.”

“Yeah, I was about to be mad, but it sounds like a great bit of tension.” Mick admitted.

“It was very cinematic,” Ryujin added.

“Okay, do we want to take a break? We just played four games in a row and I don’t know about you but I need more water.”

A chorus of ‘Yeah’s and ‘Yes’s answered Mick’s question.

“Okay, so… ten minutes?”

“Sounds good,” you answered.

Everyone muted as they took off their headphones and stretched or went to the bathroom or got snacks. You went to the bathroom and refilled your water and sat back down to the sound of crunching.

LeaBea: crunch munch crunch QuackIsWhack✅: So noisy A🌲SurroundedBy🌷s: MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH JohnnyYuta: CRUNCH CRUNCH

“Who’s munching and crunching over there?”

“Me.” San answered.

“Are you starting an ASMR channel?”

“Ohhh,” he said through whatever it was that he was eating. 

You heard him drag his mic closer and he began chewing the chips slower so he could exaggerate the sounds. Your brain went tingly and you spasmed at the sound.

“Gah!” 

“What was that?” He laughed.

“Ugh, you made my brain go all silly for a second and I got the jitters.”

YangYangGangGang: ASMR BRAIN!! A🌲SurroundedBy🌷s: SONIC ATTACK! JohnnyYuta: IT’S SUPER EFFECTIVE!

“Noooo, shut up!” You laughed.

“Me or your chat?”

“My chat’s making fun of me.”

“You seem to get roasted by them quite a bit.”

“Yeah, I’m not sure if they’re friends or enemies at this point.”

A🌲SurroundedBy🌷s: FRENEMIES JohnnyYuta: I love that skirt, where’d you get it? So retro

“Oh my god, Yuta and Tree are right: we’re frenemies.”

San laughed. “That… doesn’t seem good?”

“They’re kidding. We’re buds.”

JohnnyYuta: Best buds A🌲SurroundedBy🌷s: The bestest JohnnyYuta: The budest YangYangGangGang: The buddhist SleepySheepy😴: The boobist LuciPURR: Booba? MinHoe: Aww, I want boba now :(

You laughed at them and the rest of your chat went back to talking about whatever they had been chatting about while you were gone. 

You heard a sigh as Mick and Bracken sat back down at their desks, shortly joined by Yeji forgetting her mic was muted and Ryujin reminding her.

“Hmm…” Mick’s icon lit up as he thought out loud.

“Got something for us chief?” Ryujin asked.

He chuckled. “No, someone in my chat just asked why we don’t bet on the games we play.”

“Ew.” You said. “Life is enough of a gamble, I don’t also need to bet money on it.”

“I don’t have enough money to bet,” Yeji laughed.

“And like, what would happen if one of us is really good at a game and keeps winning and winning all the money? Then we’d end up never being able to play that game again.”

“Mhm.” Ryujin agreed.

“Also,” you added, “Keeho can’t bet. He’d be canceled right out of kpop.”

“They’d cancel him out for that?” San asked. 

“Yeah, it’s like an image thing. Gambling is right up there with drugs and bullying on the list of Things That Will Destroy a Career."

“Strangely enough,” you said, “plagiarism is not on that list.”

“Are we talking about the incident where that well-known-producer-I-won’t-name stole a nightcore song and didn’t even get in trouble when everyone found out?” Ryujin asked.

“You know the one.”

“Shots.” She said with a laugh.

You chuckled. It happened a few years ago, but it still made you mad.

“Well, chat, you heard the team!” Mick said to his own chat.

Bracken laughed. “What if we just did a prize at the end?”

“We’re not actually considering this, are we?” Ryujin asked.

“I don’t know, it could be fun. What do you think, Morn, you haven’t said anything.”

“Oh… I wasn’t sure if I was allowed, since I’m just a replacement for Keeho.” “You’re a part of the group, Morn.” You reassured him.

“Oh… really?”

“Yeah, we all like having you around.”

“Mhm!” Yeji agreed through whatever food was in her mouth.

“Yeji, chew before you choke yourself. And yeah, you’re cool, Morn.” Ryujin added.

“Definitely a stand-up guy.” Said Mick.

“Which is weird, because he’s probably sitting down.” Bracken added.

You all laughed. 

“Oh, um, thanks guys,” San said.

“Anyway,” you went back to the earlier topic, “for those of you in the chats who are wondering, Today’s prize is: Cash! Because we didn't know what to get you for your birthday anymore. We feel like we don't really know you since you moved out of the house, Susan. You never call.”

San laughed loudly.

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Dave Chapelle wrote the best trans joke I've ever heard. I say this as a trans author. He says for a trans woman (which I am,) no matter how much I augment my genitalia, it will never be a real vagina, even though it might look and feel just like the real thing. Then he says "Impossible pussy!" and slaps his knees. The camera cuts to a woman in the front row visibly upset and crying.

It's the perfect joke, its long, detailed, has cliff hangers, an edgy set up, and a really creative punch line that delivers social commentary both on trans vaginas and fake meat. It's masterful.

Chapelle says his one trans fan likes his jokes, so it's okay.

He says all oppression is not the same. He says he had to chew out a white women for letting her oppression take precedent over his as a black man in America.

The Black Panthers created the rainbow coalition specifically to guard against these divide and conquer tactics. The rainbow coalition spread to many countries, many races, creeds, religions, and genders. They aremed themselves because they knew the fight would be real, and dangerous. Black power, the Black Panther movement was about global unity and a drastic change in global power structures. Through COINTEL PRO and other efforts, the US Government played a large part in the assassination of leaders, downfall, and ultimate evisceration of the Black Panther Party which are now known as the Crips and Bloods.

They say you stop maturing the year you get famous. Chapelle I'm assuming stopped in his 20s because he seems, as a black person, to have missed the core message of BLM which is that our struggles are united and that if we don't shout BLACK TRANS LIVES MATTER from the rooftops and FREE PALESTINE during religious services, we are complicit in the racist system that Chappelle himself spent an entire hour on Inside the Actors Studio complaining about.

Black trans women are murdered at a higher rate than almost any part of the US population. Trans and queer people all across the globe are systematically murdered. Being trans and queer is illegal and punishable by death or prison in many countries. Women, white and non-white, are often preyed upon and trafficked for sex globally as well.

BLM is a critical part of global history as it allows us to unentangle the deep roots of the prison industrial complex as well as things like redlining, and white capitalism so that we can start the very, very long and arduous process of in some way equalizing the playing field for a group of people that had horrific things done to them for centuries at the hands of powerful leaders.

It is built into BLM that liberation for black people is liberation for all. Not that it comes at the cost of everyone's freedom. It is a revitalization of the Black Panther Party.

Dave did 3 specials about trans people. James Acaster says "Edgy comedians, no one tells them what they can and can't say. They walk on stage, do 10 solid minutes, slagging off transgender people. Straight out the gate, making fun of transgender people. If people get upset about it, they say "Bad luck! That's my job! I'm a stand up comedian! I like to challenge people! If you don't like being challenged! Don't come to my shows! What's the matter guys? Too challenging for ya?!" He rants and repeats that for a little while. And then he says "Oh yeah, you know who's been long overdue a challenge? The trans community. They've had their guard down for too long if you ask me. They'll be checking their privileged on the way home now thanks to you, you brave little cis boy. I used to say the name of that comedian and it made things really awkward. 2019, people still happy to laugh at trans people, not as comfortable laughing at, I've learned, Ricky Gervais."

Dave Chappelle, found his one trans fan (not even friend), and wasn't given, but TOOK our equivalent of the n-word pass from her.

N-word passes are not real. It's a joke you play on dumb white people. Basically you give a white kid "the pass" to see if they're dumb enough to say the n-word in front of other black people. Then you get to sit back and laugh as the entire room goes ballistic on them. "OH MY GOD REBECCA WALKED INTO CHEMISTRY AND SAID WHATS UP MY N****S TO THE WHOLE CLASS!"

One random person does not speak for the whole planet.

I have also heard many well crafted racist black, asian, and latino jokes. I do not tell them. Not because they're not funny. But because they are based off of stereotypes that don't actually represent the vastly diverse group of people in those communities. They also are usually an oppressive person's opinion of someone who is opressed. It is the literal definition of bullying.

Retelling prejudiced jokes actively causes harm to those people. It supports the propaganda surrounding those communities that let police justify extrajudicial murder, and it keeps the people thinking that when a cop shoots a black man for going for his wallet, it was because he was scary, not because the cop was racist.

That's why I don't tell racist jokes, even if they are "really good."

Also, stand up comedy can literally be about ANYTHING. Pete Davidson did a whole bit about deciding whether to fuck his mom. It wasn't funny. But here's the thing, it could have been.

He could have said "Well... I already stuck my head through it."

For every one lifetime trans fan Dave keeps, he loses thousands. We are shouting at you from the rooftops that you are harmful to our community and you are furthering racism, because you are assigning hierarchy to oppression and deciding who is and isn't allowed to be oppressed. Rich, white men are at the top of that power structure.

I laughed out loud when I heard that joke. And then I slowly realized that I couldn't ethically stomach watching Chapelle any more. I didn't even know I was trans then, but just as a human being I couldn't do it. People that lean into hate I just don't let into my circle anymore. Yes even masters of their craft.

[goggles-mcgee]

A few more questions about PFO:

1.Just how many suitors has Harry gained because of all this?

2. Who ARE all of his suitors?

3. Which suitor has the most support from all of Harry friends and family and why?

4. What do James and Lily think of their sons popularity?

I, personally, think at least one of them would be on the protective side but can't really do anything about it...unless they found a way to return as ghosts.

Oooooo love PFO questions!

Since this seems to be an issue [not with you dear, in general] let it be known: I do not support J.K. Rowling in anyway. This au, this idea is for the fans by a fan who knows that HP is incredibly flawed and written by an awful person but someone who also is attached to the idea and what it could have been.

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1. Oh my god, so many! I haven't even decided how many!

2. Cedric Diggory, of course.

Ginny Weasley, for a while.

Theo Nott, whom Hermoine is rooting for.

Fred Weasley, whom Ron is rooting for.

Fay Dunbar who admires his drive.

Blaise Zabini, thinks he's interesting.

Cho Chang because she was an original love interest.

Daphne Greengrass, because she also thinks he's interesting.

Michael Corner, but it's more so a little crush than anything.

Megan Jones, thinks he's cute.

Li Sue (Sue Li), she admires his creativity.

Padma Patil has a small crush on him, but is rooting for Theo.

OC Durmstrang boys and OC Beauxbaton girls

3. Oh man, I'll tell you now, everyone is divided.

Some are rooting for Cedric because in this crack au he and Harry got to know each other a lot earlier, and many think they are cute. They think Cedric is great because he really helps put Harry at ease and he is always great at bringing Harry's self esteem back up.

Some are rooting for Theo because they feel like Theo and Harry really understand one another and are very patient with one another. Hermoine feels like Theo brings out the best in Harry. When Theo's around, Harry tends to think things through more and Hermoine feels like he smiles more easily and is more open.

Some of course are rooting for Fred, especially Ron and George, because Ron thinks it's a brilliant way to have Harry as a brother and George because Harry and Fred make each other laugh. Plus, Harry has never struggled to tell the twins apart, and that is something so important to them.

Smaller groups are rooting for Daphne and Fay. Daphne because Astoria has never seen her sister so interested in someone like this before, nor has she seen someone actually listen to her sister as attentively as Harry has done when her sister spoke about her struggles. Fay because her friends are honestly so surprised something other than her projects and school caught her attention and they think they'd be cute.

Then there are the OCs who have the supports of their respective schoolmates, purely because friendship but like also...solidarity mf. They are in uncharted territory. They gotta stick together.

4. James finds it absolutely hilarious but is also a little put out that he was never this popular.

Lily is the worried one because, look, James may not have been as popular as their son but he was pretty popular, as was Sirius and Remus and the AMOUNT of schemes she overheard to win their affections was worrisome and concerning. The amount of love potion doused things she threw out without their knowledge was also something that lingered in her mind whenever they were able to peak into the living world and watch over their little boy.

They never thought about returning as ghosts. Therefore, never registered with the ministry, but they are spirits with unfinished business and can't cross fully until they know Harry is safe and sound. They go in-between passing on and limbo a lot. But since the Potters are descendants of the Peveralls and the whole connection to Death, James and Lily get a special privilege of being able to see into the living world and watching over Harry.

It takes a lot of energy, though, so usually they do this one at a time and catch each other up on what the other observed.

But yeah! I love Potter Family Opera asks! But I definitely will be sharing my other HP fic idea because man are some angsty. I'm a sucker for Harry dies and wakes up in the past and gets to things over and I want to try my hand on that. I also want to try my hand at Harry leaving the British Wizarding World because he's just done.