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PICK A CARD: How will your future spouse pursue you ⋆˙⟡

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⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ PILE I

Cards Pulled: king of swords, knight of cups reversed, king of pentacles, the sun, the tower, 2 of swords

Right off the bat, you’re gonna think this person is cold. PERIOD. I’m sorry, but King of Swords as the first card, this ain’t some gushy softie sliding into your DMs with heart emojis and “wyd baby.” Nah, theyre giving emotionally disciplined, calculating, and “I only let three people see the real me and you’re not on the list… yet. YET” they might come across lowkey intimidating at first, like, the kind of person who’s quiet in group settings but throws out that one sarcastic comment that’s so sharp it makes everyone laugh and feel personally attacked. 😭💀

BUT TRUST ME, they’re watching you. Like… a hawk. They’re the type who is taking mental notes on your coffee order, your laugh patterns, the way you furrow your brows when you’re deep in thought, stuff even you don’t know you do. But honesty love….. they’re into you from day one, but they plays it off like he’s unbothered. Classic King of Swords move. Strategic af. Theyre lowkey fighting himself. Like, internally they got this soft, romantic, borderline poetic thing brewing, he fantasizes about running into you by “accident,” planning the most aesthetic dates, imagining you in his hoodie😭but he’s actively repressing it. Because vulnerability? He’d rather eat glass, thanks. He doesn’t want to be obvious. He’s convinced if he lets on how deep he’s feeling this, he’ll lose the upper hand or get hurt. So what does he do instead? Weird passive-aggressive things. Acts uninterested one minute, then gives you eyes across the room like he’s trying to telepathically undress your soul the next. Sir. Pick a lane. He doesn’t chase, he builds. He slowly starts showing up for you in the most tangible, grounded ways. Need help with something? He’s already on it. Mentioned your favorite snack in passing? It just “randomly” appears next time. The way this man provides?? You’ll be SHOOK. He’s not flashy about it either. He’s like, “I got you” and means it. That’s when you start going: “Wait… are they… serious?” Because once this person is IN, he is IN. Like, no games, no pullbacks. Suddenly it’s "have you eaten?" and "text me when you get home" and "do you want me to fix that thing?." Husband mode activated. 

BUT THEN. Omg. THE TOWER. 😭 Baby this is where it goes OFF. Something will shift drastically. And honestly, You might be the one who triggers it, ofc we are talking about you here so. Like maybe you call him out for his hot-and-cold vibe, or you walk away ‘cause you’re done playing Guess Who: Feelings Edition. Whatever it is, it SHATTERS his cool-boy facade. The Tower is giving “omg I fumbled” realness. He suddenly realizes how much he could lose and spirals. Might even go quiet for a second, lick his wounds, have a whole emotional breakdown. But then… boom. THE SUN. This is where the magic happens. The pursuit becomes warm, honest, and loud. He stops hiding. He owns it. Like, “Yeah, I like you. Actually, I love you. Actually, I wanna grow old with you and argue about what brand of detergent we’re using.” You’ll feel seen, adored, and finally safe in this connection. It’s that post-breakdown glow-up. He starts expressing himself clearly, no longer scared to let you in.

But now. Girl. YOU are gonna be the one hesitating now 😭. That Tower moment hits you, too. You start overthinking: “Can I trust this sudden 180? Was he always this into me and just hiding it? Do I want someone who couldn’t be vulnerable from the start?” Like, your brain starts weighing everythings. And that’s valid! It’s hard to unsee someone’s walls once you’ve bumped into them. So how do you perceive him throughout this journey? At first, cold and confusing af. Then… weirdly magnetic. Then dependable and lowkey daddy-coded. Then chaotic and heartbreak-y. Then sunshine and deeply, deeply sincere. You’ll feel like you’re watching him peel back layer after layer, and each one gets softer, realer, and more him.

His hints would be subtle but intentional. He remembers small things. He lingers a bit longer in conversations than necessary. He suddenly shows interest in the things you love, even if they weren’t his vibe before. He gives you those “you’re the only person in this room I care about” eyes. He’ll NEVER say it first… until he breaks. And when he does? You’re done. Stick a fork in you. Soul snatched. Game over.

I am seeing like he might dream about you before things really pop off. He might tell you later like ,“I had this weird dream we were married lol” and laugh it off, but internall,y he’s BLUSHINGGG because the dream felt real. Also… idk why I’m seeing like… rain or some stormy weather being important??? Maybe the Tower moment literally happens during a stormy day and you both cry under the rain like a movie scene? (i mean…..idc… if i am getting me personal main character moment. It’s all part of the process, i guess💁🏻‍♀️).

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⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ PILE II

Cards Pulled: the tower, king of wands, 5 of pentacles, queen of cups, 8 of pentacles, 10 of pentacles

PILE 2, Okay but… why does this feel like a well written kdrama with 16 episodes??? I mean i could literally make a movie out of this pile 😭 my reaction to the cards were literally: oh, OH, ahh , TF, Oh. My. GOD.😭 

The drama. The rawness. The "I didn’t see this coming, but now I literally can’t look away" energy is off the charts. And I’m already obsessed. So let’s talk about how this chaotic yet painfully magnetic future spouse of yours is about to come stomping into your world like they own the place, with all their trauma and broken broken parts and this weirdly hot charisma that shouldn’t be attractive but is. And somehow?? You fall for it. But like… respectfully 😭.

this person doesn’t approach you like your average person in love would do. No flowers and shy glances. Nope. It’s giving, "I just burnt my life down and now I’m rebuilding from scratch and oh look, you’re here too," vibes. Like you know when someone walks into a room and they don’t say much but their energy is SCREAMING "I’ve been through the trauma you couldn't even imagine"? That’s them. Tower card energy straight up. Something’s just collapsed in their life, could be a major breakup, a career flop, family drama, or literally an existential crisis. Honestly? Feels like all three, let’s not lie 💀. But instead of moping around, this person grabs that chaos and turns it into… ambition. Swagger. Power. This is someone who knows how to lead. They pursue you like they’re chasing their next purpose. With intention. With clarity. And this lowkey intimidating confidence that says “I know what I want, and it’s you.” But let’s not pretend it’s smooth sailing here. Bc 5 of Pentacles? Babe. This person has been abandoned, emotionally iced out, or felt major rejection in the past. Like it’s giving "I’ve loved and I’ve lost and now I trust NO ONE but my dog”. And because of that, Their way of pursuing you is… messy. Not in a manipulative way, but in that "I’m trying to be a lover while still patching up my own wounds" type of mess. So expect mixed signals. Hot and cold. Deep talks followed by withdrawal. And you’re gonna be like, “Sir?? Do you like me or do you need therapy??” honestly: it’s both 😭.

Queen of Cups as the next card is where things get interesting. You. Literally you. You're intuitive AF, emotionally intelligent, and probably catch onto their emotional damage in the first week and are like “Yup. You’re hurt. But I see the softie under all that wreckage.” And here's where it gets wild: they know you see it. That’s what makes them pursue harder. You’re the first person who doesn’t just want them for their outer confidence and King of Wands hotness, you want to know their soul. Their weird inner child. Their guilt. Their hidden sadness. And that?? That shakes them. In a good way. You start noticing little things. Like how they’ll work on themselves just to be better for you. They start showing up. Maybe it’s slow, but you’ll see them trying, healing their abandonment issues, learning to communicate, showing effort in tangible ways. Like planning little dates, asking how your day was (and ACTUALLY listening….woah rare, ngl), sharing parts of their past without you asking. They might even pick up new skills or hobbies because you like them. A little "if she likes books, I read books now" moment?? 😭😭 Despite how mature and scarred and big-boss they may appear, at their core, they’re a newbie when it comes to actual healthy love. Like yeah, they’ve loved before. But not YOU kind of love. Not “you see me even when I’m not performing” kind of love. And that humbles the hell out of them. They're awkward about it. Like, "I wanna give you the world but I also don’t know how to wrap a gift box correctly." 😭 It’s so endearing, you can’t help but melt. They pursue you like someone relearning love from scratch, and you become their soft place to land. They’ll stumble. They’ll overthink. But babe, they’ll try. And that’s what makes them fall harder. Because this ain’t about seduction. It’s about growth. They're not gonna outright confess their feels in the beginning. It’s gonna be hidden in acts of service. Like fixing your broken lamp. Or sending you a meme with a weird caption like, "reminds me of u" Or casually saying “I don’t talk to many people like I do with you,” and then acting like it wasn’t a full-on emotional proposal. Their love language is subtle till it’s not, okay?? But your intuitive self picks up on every damn sign, and you’ll know before they even open their mouth. That’s the connection here, psychic soulmate level. You’ll feel their love way before it’s said.

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⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ PILE III

Cards Pulled: king of wands, 3 of cups, knight of swords reversed, the devil, 8 of cups, the star

OKAY, PILE 3 is here and… GIRL this pile has such strong, “Dark romance” vibes and also that “enemies to lovers but we’re obsessed with each other” trope energy like NO OTHER 😮‍💨🔥. Your future spouse? It’s that person who shows up outta nowhere and instantly throws your life into disarray because the connection is too much, too fast, too real. They pursue you like they’ve waited lifetimes to find you and now that you’re finally here, they’re not gonna risk losing you, even if it means accidentally traumatizing you with their intensity first 😭.

So let’s start with the vibe of this person, okay? Immediately I’m seeing someone who is dominant AF in presence, the type of person where the second they walk into a room, your attention shifts without your permission. But they’re not all flash and no depth, this person has that charismatic, “traumatized but make it aesthetic” confidence LOL. Think: the guy who’s lowkey too cool for everyone but gets soft for you 🫠. But it’s not just charm. It's calculated. They choose to pursue you. Like, they spotted you from across the damn soul contract timeline and were like, “Yep. That one. Mine.” LMAO.

Here’s where it gets juicy though, this person doesn’t make their pursuit clean or safe. We’ve got the Knight of Swords reversed mixed with The Devil and 3 of Cups… BABY. I’m not gonna lie, their approach is gonna have you shook. This isn't some slow-burn "lemme get to know you" type of chase. Nah, it’s giving intoxicated obsession. Like they’re coming at you way too fast, might say things they haven’t thought through (hello chaotic confessions??), maybe even making moves when you’re like “Wait… tf is happening?!” . And I SWEAR this person gives off the vibe of someone who might try to "just be friends" first… but they absolutely fail at it. Like... you’re not slick, sir. The way they look at you? Not very "friendly." More like "I wanna pin you to the wall in a meaningful way." 😭 it’s like you look into their eyes once aand you are going inot their crib TONIGHT. 

BUT. Their pursuit of you isn’t just lusty and impulsive, it’s coming from a place of deep yearning and soul ache. You’re literally the star they’ve been trying to find after walking away from a bunch of superficial crap. I’m getting that they’ve already been through a lot emotionally, they’ve had to let go of people, addictions (literal or emotional), maybe even success that wasn’t fulfilling. So while their approach is messy and extra (like “sir pls chill”), it’s coming from a place of craving real healing, real light, REAL connection. And guess what? That’s what you are to them. Their fkn North Star. And trust me, they don't even realize it at first, like they’re thinking they’re chasing a thrill, but gets, spiritual awakening outta nowhere. Bestie… you’re gonna think they’re too much. 😂 Straight up. You’ll be like “This person is hot, sure……but wtf is this energy??” It’ll feel like you’re constantly trying to decide between “should I kiss them or block them?” Energy chaotic AF. You’ll clock them trying to play it cool, but their eyes? Screaming "I'm feral for you." It’s also possible they’ll show up when you’re trying to move on from someone/something else, and you’ll be hesitant because you’re finally healing, vibing, living in peace, and here comes this walking temptation in human form, knocking on your aura like “hey 😏.” i mean really this emoji is the perfect example of how i am imagining this person.  There’s definitely a karmic undertone here, like you two have danced this dance before in past lives but it was let uncompleted. So now, they're NOT playing around. And the way The Star closes the reading? OOF. After all the chaos, the push/pull, the temptation, and messy little love games… they want peace with you. You are the peace. The wish. The endgame. But it’s not gonna come pretty.

Okay so their hints are not actually hints. They’ll accidentally drop the biggest signs , forgetting they’re supposed to pretend. They’ll joke about being obsessed with you? Deadass. They’ll mention you in every convo “by accident.” They might post quotes on their stories or make weird comments like “If I ever fall in love, it’ll be someone like you” 🙄, SIR. STOP. WE SEE YOU.  The 3 of Cups energy is also giving “I’ll use mutual friends to get close to you,” like casually showing up at a party where you just happen to be?? Please.And listen, not everything will be smooth sailing. That Devil energy is LOUD. There will be moments where you’ll wonder if you’re drawn to them because it’s fated… or because it’s toxic. But that’s part of the growth arc. They’re not here to ruin your life, they’re here to crack your heart open with messy hands. And once they realize that they can’t control you? That’s when the real magic starts. That’s when they fall so damn hard, they start building a whole new version of themselves just to be worthy of your light.

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[povlnfour]

ੈ✩‧₊˚ CRASH LANDING (LN4)

pairing: lando norris x f!reader

summary: lando accidentally hits a stranger with his car — the internet can’t stop referring to it as a meet cute. (un)fortunately for lando, mclaren agree.

genre: comedy, fluffy

authors note: a continuation of the ending to beached! you don’t need to have read that to understand this, however it will give some insight to the mclaren matchmaker jokes <3 also in light of that, this is set a few races in the future! *oscarsgf user refers to the character in beached!

*faceclaim: keeahwah on ig (but please imagine her as you see fit!)

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landonorris posted tweets ੈ✩‧₊˚

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landonorris practicing safe driving

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user you are so unserious sir

user SOOOO IS THAT THE GIRL HE HIT BC

user no clue but she’s CUTE

oscarpiastri @/fia look here

landonorris i will literally remind your girlfriend of your murder attempts when you first met

user it’s giving meet cute

user i’d read a fic on it

yourusername you literally drove off BEFORE I WAS EVEN IN THE CAR

landonorris IT WAS AN ACCIDENT I WAS DISTRACTED

user ASSUMING THIS IS HER???

user @/user CLICKING ON HER ACCOUNT IT DEFINITELY IS

yourusername just posted a photo ੈ✩‧₊˚

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yourusername monaco recap🇲🇨 successfully didn’t get hit by too many cars!

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user AS IF LANDO HIT THE HOTTEST PERSON IVE EVER SEEN

user nah this is actually a full meet cute i’m sorry this is the shit you see in romcoms

bestfriend still can’t believe you didn’t take compensation but accepted a lunch date instead

yourusername can you blame me

user @/yourusername oh girl no one can you are so real for that

friend1 wait till everyone finds out you’re only there for another 4 days

user WHAT. i can’t have them separated already😶

user parasocial relationship with lando ended y/n is my new idol now

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[captions:

photo 1: lando paid for me to get my nails done !!!

photo 2: :D

photo 3: ur all romanticizing my life rn but this is my view in a fancy ass restaurant]

texts with your best friend ੈ✩‧₊˚

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yourusername final days in heaven. i’ll miss so much about this place

👤 tagged bestfriend, landonorris

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user wait she doesn’t live in monaco?? she’s leaving??? just after i’ve gotten attached to her and lando???

bestfriend please come back to visit asap i cannot go too long without my y/n cuddles

landonorris seconded

user um lando sir,,, seconded the whole thing? cuddles included?

user this cannot be the end of the meet cute i refuse to

landonorris just posted a photo ੈ✩‧₊˚

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landonorris safe to say i’ve had a pretty good break between races

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user a whole post dedicated to her with THAT caption? oh yep they’re whipped

user please tell me y’all are going to stay in contact?

user my heart is shattering already

mclaren 🧡

user MCLAREN PLEASE YOU’VE DONE IT ONCE BEFORE

texts with lando ੈ✩‧₊˚

mclaren interview ੈ✩‧₊˚

[transcript:

o: safe to say you’ve had a pretty interesting break before this race

l: hey let me remind you what happened for you over winter break!

o: okay but i didn’t literally hit my girlfriend with my car!

l: oh so you finally asked her out officially?

o: stop deflecting!

l: okay okay! yeah safe to say i had a nice time. always need a bit of a change in life!

o: so how are things going now?

l: (awkwardly) well you know how it’s… yeah

o: ah i get it. quite literally been there done that got the t shirt. but hey you did say all that when i got my big moment about mclaren—

l: no no no don’t give them any ideas! they’re listening!]

mclaren just posted a photo ੈ✩‧₊˚

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mclaren the boys are back! don’t forget to check out the new interview on our channel where lando and oscar talk all things hopes for the second half of the season, workouts and… girls?

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user mclaren. mclaren look at me. you know what you have to do

mclaren 👀

user when oscar asked him about y/n… i wanted to cry he looked so sad are things over between them?

oscarsgf @/oscarpiastri you’re such a gossip

oscarpiastri you love me for it

oscarsgf @/oscarpiastri you know what i’m thinking?

oscarpiastri @/oscarsgf plotting?

oscarsgf @/oscarpiastri plotting!

user what on earth is going on…

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yourusername lately :)

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user you are so ! gorgeous !

user i can see why lando is obsessed

user speaking of… where is our favorite brit in the likes☹️

oscarsgf pretty girl!!!

yourusername oh?!? thank u cutie!!!

user ^ oh their plotting is in progress???

mclaren you’d look good in orange👀🧡

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mclaren it’s race day🫡

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user WHO IS THE GIRL

user IS THAT WHO I THINK IT IS

user PLEASE TELL ME THATS Y/N

user LOOK AT HER STORIES ITS DEFINITELY HER

user SOMEONE WHO IS THERE KEEP US UPDATED PLEASE

user just posted a thread ੈ✩‧₊˚

yourusername just posted a photo ੈ✩‧₊˚

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yourusername i don’t know guys, do you think he’s cute?

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user OH MY GOD FINALLY

landonorris i will hit you with my car again

yourusername is that a challenge mr. norris?

landonorris @/yourusername oh you better run fast

yourusername @/landonorris well duh cause you don’t know how to do the speed limit

user i love them. i love them so much.

oscarsgf omg can we force the boys to do mclaren double dates

landonorris leave this comment section now

yourusername @/landonorris too late we’re already texting

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landonorris we are successful victims of mclarens matchmaking services

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user THEYVE DONE IT AGAINNN

user new fav couple fr

oscarpiastri oh how quickly you all forget me

user @/oscarpiastri WE COULD NEVER

user clearly i need to work for mclaren to get a cute gf

oscarpiastri @/oscarsgf is the second photo giving you flashbacks as well

oscarsgf they’re stealing our thing

yourusername thank you for posting the nice park date photo of me

landonorris well in all the others you’re mid cartwheel

mclaren glad to be of service🧡 anyone else? @/patriciooward how are you doing?

landonorris i’m gonna stop you right there

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a/n: WELL. hello friends. i said i wasn’t gonna post a one shot for a while, then this happened. i just hope its up to standard! i’m a little rusty in my writing considering everything!

in regards to new works, gonna be working on getting my wips out soon, and maybe popping some new smaus out at the same time as they’re easy and quick-ish for me to work on considering everything going on! do forgive me if i do some random family orientated stuff — pregnancy hormones are giving me baby fever for everything (is it still baby fever if you’re having a baby?)

let me know your thoughts in the comments/reblogs/asks — i’ve missed talking to you all sm! i have anon emojis available if people wanna chat too🤍

for the first time in a very long time,,, love, giselle xx

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[mylovesstuffs]

OT13 reacting to their idol s/o’s Calvin Klein photoshoot

Request: hihi! Could I please request svt reactions to their idol s/o’s Calvin Klein photoshoot? (think of like the jennie/jungkook ones, ABS OUTT) thank yew!!

A/N: oooff, so good! had fun with this one lmao. I remember going crazy over Jungkook's shoot and the recent mingyu shoot [I wasn't a carat during his first]

Content warning: Slightly suggestive; mostly implied, nothing graphic

Seungcheol: He didn't know you're having a photoshoot with CK, so, honestly, he was surprised. "That's... wow. You look... incredible." He stares at the photos for a second too long, jaw clenched. He’s proud but slightly very possessive. “You killed it, baby, but next time… give me a heads-up so I don’t pass out scrolling.” High-key wants a private version of that photoshoot for his eyes only.

Jeonghan: So smug, it’s annoying [in a hot way]. “Oh? That’s my y/n?” He smirks like he’s the one who styled you for the shoot. “You’re breaking the internet, huh?” He’ll tease you to no end but worship you behind closed doors. “Should I be jealous of the camera or all the men that's now gonna droll or just be proud you’re mine?”

Joshua: Flustered but definitely not innocent. Eyes widen, ears go red. “Babe… that’s… you look hot.” He’s speechless for a moment before collecting himself with a soft laugh. “Should I be worried about how many people are zooming in right now?” But trust—he saves every photo and sets one as his lock screen of his private phone; the one that's not showing too much of your abs because he does not want others to see it.

Jun: LOVES it. Can’t stop staring. “Damn, I didn’t know I was dating a Greek statue.” He’s openly proud, thirsty, and extremely supportive. “Can you model those for me at home too?” He posts the pic on his story like y’all see what I get to come home to? [With the fire emoji, obviously.] He'll buy you the whole CK collection even though you'll get them for free or cheap anyway but he wants to spend for!

Hoshi: Head-empty. Just “wow.” Stares at the photos in silence, then just blurts, “WHAT IS THIS?!” Has to sit down. “I need water.” He's flustered but eyeing you up like crazy. “You’re too sexy. I’m scared. Please marry me before someone else sees this.”

Wonwoo: Two words [technically four] internal crisis, external calm. When he sees the pictures for the first time in his feed, he stares at the photo, pushes up his glasses, and just goes: “Hm.” Inside he’s combusting. “You look stunning,” he says, then gives you that look. “But I hope you’ll do a private shoot for me too.” Say less, sir.

Woozi: Acts chill but miserably fails. Raises a brow, lips twitching into a smirk. “Interesting.” Tries not to show how much it’s affecting him but his neck’s red. “You’re gonna cause trouble with this one.” Complains jokingly, but you catch him staring at the pics late at night, looking dangerously in love. And when you confront, he's jumping on you—

Dokyeom: “What… what is THIS???” He’s loud, thirsting, flailing—but also SO proud. “Babe, you look insane. Like—INSANE.” He can’t stop smiling but also starts hitting the gym immediately. “I need to keep up with you!” And damn if I say he doesn't look sexy himself. Power couple ngl. Just know that he's thinking about the shoot 24/7 from now on.

Mingyu: He did NOT expect that you'd turn it on him when you went feral over his photoshoot and rightfully so. So imagine the way his eyes widened and his pulse started to rise... Now, he's Jealous, flustered, turned on. Help. “You collaborated with CK?! Are you trying to kill me??” Super proud but a little possessive because he knows how the shoot goes; people fixing your outfit, photographer staring, and so many men and women [yes, women are a threat to him too very you're that gorgeous and hot] around. He zooms in, stares, and then texts you when u get home, we need to talk [bring the Calvin Klein]. Ends up buying matching sets for you both.

Minghao: He just smiles. “Oh, we’re doing this now?” You better believe he’s ordering a giant print for your bedroom. "You looked perfect. But next time, I’ll be the one behind the camera." You can actually expect him to do a photoshoot at home, but this time, it'll be him who'll improvise the whole shoot. Expect some roleplay too; I'll leave it to your imagination.

Seungkwan: Kwan is flustered but v v v impressed. “WHAT IN THE NAME OF ALL THINGS—” He spirals, hiding his phone, peeking back at it. “You can’t just—how am I supposed to breathe??” After his panic dies down: “You looked amazing though.” You better believe that now on, he'll hit on you, even you're already his s/o. He's really into the high.

Vernon: For the first I think he's not gonna be chill but this because damn you look sexy af. “Yo… you ate.” He won’t stop glancing at the photos. He saves one and sets it as his home screen. Later goes: “So, uh… wanna do a shoot like that just for me?” Not like in a weird way but he'll take out Pinterest for inspo and actually might do a photography course but he needs to see this version of you more.

Dino: Mind = blown. His whole soul leaves his body. Once he recovers: “Wow, you looked like a supermodel. Wait. You are one.” He’s flustered, a lil jealous, and completely wrecked—but makes sure you know he’s obsessed with you. He'll probably even touch your abs in real time because he can't touch a picture to feel your abs, obviously. He's obviously but I'm letting you know, he'll go crazy crazy next. Up to your imagination.

[notarmedandnotdangerous]

+18 mdni! watch your mouth; a fic where bucky's your boss, and you're his secretary. he ends up getting himself into a lot of trouble with you.

cw: dom!m!reader, sub!bucky, slightly mean!reader, use of toys (plug), edging, degrading kink, praise kink, use of 'sir', bucky goes dumb

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 (soon!)

word count: >3.1k

a/n: this was so fun to write.. genuinely .. im so excited to post the next chapter

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it was a week-long holiday for your company, and you had planned the week ahead for bucky. you were about to discipline him throughout the week.

day 1 of training had started today.

you sent him home, being merciful enough to let him take the plug out. he had barely slept the night before, so he was lucky to go home.

when he was home, he stared at the ceiling aimlessly. his cock had been painfully hard since the night before. he sighed, turning on his phone. his breath hitched when he saw your text pop up on his notification bar.

mr. ‘schedules a lot’:

‘plug in, now.’

‘strip, turn your camera on.’

‘if i call, you answer immediately.’

‘you’ll hold position for an hour. if you break, i restart the clock.’

it was barely 10 am.

bucky’s knees nearly buckled. he should’ve rejected it, should've said no. he didn’t though. he went to his drawer, lubing up the remote-controlled toy, bent over, and slid it in. now, a familiar pressure filled him as he clenched around it. he knew that you could control the buzz of the toy through the controls on your phone. he was thankful that it hasn’t started buzzing yet.

he laid out a towel on his living room floor, and knelt beside it, already nude. he knew, that if he didn’t please you, you’d drag this out as long as possible for him.

he set his phone up against a stack of books, turned on the video, and waited, sitting obediently in front of the camera.

at 10:01 sharp, the call connected. your face filled the screen, your expression was unreadable. you adjusted the angle of the camera on your laptop.

“on your back, arms flat to your sides. eyes closed. legs spread.” you spoke through the phone.

he obeyed, cheeks flushing.

you tapped your phone, and the toy gave one short, yet sharp buzz.

bucky flinched.

“clock hasn’t even started yet, buck.”

“sorry..” he muttered, swallowing hard.

“you’re going to sit here for an hour. keep your hands where i can see them, and you won’t speak, or move, unless i ask.”

he nodded again, his jaw tightened at the sheer anticipation he felt.

“if you do twitch?” you asked. “if you jerk, or shift?”

“the timer resets.” he whispered.

“good, you know the rules already. such a good boy, aren’t you?” you spoke, leaning back in your chair.

bucky’s broad chest rose and fell, his thighs were tense, cock half-hard without a single touch. he was so responsive, so fucking easy to play with.

you tapped start on the timer.

00:00:00

you let it go for a few seconds, before giving him the first real vibration. it was low, and slow, a deep hum. you watched as his eyelashes fluttered. his fingers tensed slightly on his thigh, but he didn’t move.

the timer showed 00:00:47 when you gave him a second vibration. it was much sharper than before, and hit his sweet spot perfectly.

bucky’s hips jerked forward before he even realised, a soft curse leaving him.

you sighed, resetting the timer.

he whined when he heard the familiar beep of your timer, realising it had resetted.

00:00:00

“no.. no, fuck. i-i didn’t mean to.” he spoke, his entire body tensing. “it.. it just surprised me, i swear!”

“you know the rules.”

bucky whimpered, taking deep breaths to calm his ragged breathing.

“you want to please me, don’t you? want to be good?”

“yes, sir.”

“then show me. show me that you can take it.”

you reset the timer.

00:00:00

at 00:03:54, you hit the controls on your phone again. it was a higher pulse this time. you watched his thighs tense instinctively, but he didn’t move.

“better.” you smirked. “you’re a quick learner, barnes.”

bucky was doing fairly well, though sweating profusely. his cock was flushed, and leaking against his stomach. his hands remained still, as his back stayed straight. you were honestly impressed with how well he was doing.

at 00:14:52, you decided to make him fail. you controlled the toy so that it gave him two quick pulses against his sweet spot. it was a little cruel.

he gasped, hips shifting subtly, praying you wouldn’t notice.

beep.

the beep of the timer resetting cut through the silence.

“fuck!” he groaned. “please- please, just don’t make me start over-”

“you broke the rule, buck.” you cut him off mid-sentence.

“you’re making it impossible..” he lowered his head, panting.

“obviously. it’s not meant to be easy.”

bucky’s jaw clenched, and the tears pricked the corners of his eyes. they weren’t tears of pain, they were tears of sheer frustration.

“you’re going to learn to sit there, and take it.” you murmured. “going to learn how to be still, even when you’re desperate, even when your cock is drooling for me.”

he whimpered, soft, and pitiful, before nodding.

“if you last the whole hour, i’ll let you cum, on my terms.”

the timer started again:

00:00:00

at 00:06:18, bucky was doing better this time, that’s what you noticed first. he sat rigid, skin flushed. his hands gripped his thighs tightly, fingers digging into his flesh as if it was the only thing keeping him grounded. his breathing had calmed down more. his cock was still hard, but at least he wasn’t shaking anymore.

this time, you played it slow. you used low, subtle vibrations at widely spaced-out intervals. you were doing this on purpose, to let him think that he finally had a rhythm, that he finally had control over himself. so, you tapped on your phone, letting a gentle buzz start in him.

he tensed, but didn’t move.

‘you’re leaking.’

his cock laid against his stomach, glistening with pre-cum. he didn’t dare look down though.

“what a mess. still no discipline.” you let the soft vibration buzz in him for five seconds, then paused, waited, and pulsed it again.

there was still no movement from bucky, but you could see the signs. the way his chest rose and fell when his breath hitched, and the way tremors ran through his thighs.

you gave him another pulse, slightly longer than before.

bucky’s jaw clenched, and his cock twitched slightly. you could see the pre-cum dribbling down his cock, soaking the towel he was kneeling on.

you gave him another pulse, this time changing the frequency, and the rhythm of it.

that was it. he made the smallest shift, his hips rolling forward just half an inch, just enough to grind the toy against the spot he needed it most. it wasn’t even a voluntary action, but you were watching.

beep.

the timer reset.

“no.. fuck, i didn’t mean to- i just.. just needed..”

“you moved. you chased it.”

“i had to-” he cut himself off with a frustrated groan. “you’re driving me fucking crazy.”

you didn’t argue, just resetting the timer once more.

00:00:00

the timer showed 00:21:25. by now, bucky was trembling again. he’d been lasting for almost more than all the previous rounds combined. he was finally succeeding, but it was costing him. his thighs quaked with the effort of staying still, as sweat clung to his flushed skin.

you hadn’t spoken in a while. he was doing well, too well. so, you reached for your phone. the pulse you chose was long, and deep. it wasn’t designed to startle him, but to settle into him. it was the kind of vibration that felt heavy.

the vibrations hit bucky at the right moment. his eyes fluttered shut as his lips parted.

“ah..” he had managed to stay completely still, until his body interpreted the wave of pleasure as permission to relax. so he moaned, a little too loudly.

beep.

you didn’t speak, didn’t say anything, just snapped him out of his trance with the beep of the timer resetting.

his eyes snapped open immediately the moment he heard that dreaded sound.

“no- wait! wait- i-i didn’t even move?! that doesn’t count!”

“you made noise.”

“but.. but i didn’t even know that-”

“and that’s the problem. if you can’t control your voice, how can i trust you to control your body?”

you could see the way he physically gave up on arguing with you.

he closed his eyes tightly, clenching his jaw as he tried to blink away the tears of frustration.

you restarted the timer once more.

00:00:00

00:39:54, this was probably the most torturous run bucky had. his body had gone stiff, and sore with the effort of staying still. the toy buzzed in him at random intervals, and he almost made it to the end, but his cock betrayed him. it pulsed hard, and a single drop of pre-cum slid down his cock, warm and sudden. the sensation was just too much. he whimpered, thighs twitching inward for less than an inch.

beep.

he let out a strangled sound, both hands flying up to grip his hair in frustration.

“no- no, no- please, fuck.” he had been here for more than an hour now, but he hadn’t passed your stupid test.

you didn’t speak, just watched.

“why.. why do you k-keep doing this..” his pupils were blown wide now. “i want to be good- no, i am good! j-just stop messing with me- please..”

“oh, so you think i’m ‘messing’ with you, buck?” your voice dropped an octave, it made him start praying for his own safety.

“wait- i didn’t mean- i just, it’s so much.. i can’t not move when it’s like- when it feels so fucking good..”

you were quiet for a moment, staring at the screen. you watched in delight as he struggled to even out his breathing.

“then maybe, you’re not ready yet.”

that sentence hit harder than any vibration you had thrown at him.

“no- d-don’t say that.. i am ready, i swear.. i just-” he cut himself off with a stuttered breath, wiping at his face quickly, in hopes that you wouldn’t notice.

you saw it then. the glassy look of his eyes, the streaks of tears down his cheek, the way his bottom lip trembled with the effort of forcing himself upright.

“i want to please you,” he whispered. “but- but i keep fucking up!” he spoke louder now, it was visible how frustrated he was now.

at that moment, something softened in you. you watched him blink back another tear, as he bit the inside of his cheek hard.

bucky looked absolutely wrecked, panting as he tried to calm himself down.

“buck.”

his gaze snapped up immediately, afraid he would disappoint you.

“i’m proud of you.”

he blinked dumbly at the screen, at you.

“you’re still here, still trying. you want this, that’s what matters.”

he let out a shaky breath.

“it’s hard, but this isn’t a punishment, buck. it’s about control, about learning your limits.”

his throat bobbed as he swallowed.

“i believe you can do it, but i’m not here to torture you.” you backed away from the camera. “if it’s too much-”

“no,” he cut you off. “please, don’t stop..”

“are you sure?”

bucky nodded, more desperate now than before.

“please, just- just one more time.. let me try again..”

“alright, one more time. i’ll be a little nicer this time, for your sake. i’ll control the toy, you control yourself.”

the timer restarted, and so did bucky.

00:00:00

at first, you gave bucky nothing, five full minutes of silence. his body slowly began to relax, as his hands settled on his thighs. you tapped the button, letting him settle into the gentle buzz.

he inhaled through his nose, breathing out slowly. he wasn’t moving at all.

there was another buzz, two pulses in a slightly higher frequency.

his eyes fluttered shut, threatening to roll back. there was still no movement from him.

you started to play with the rhythm, testing him. a slow, long build, then a quick, teasing jolt.

bucky’s cock was twitching with each pulse, pre-cum dripping steadily down his cock. his thighs were clenched, and his lips were raw from how much he bit on them. after all that, he didn’t move, not even once.

00:37:44

you were impressed, no, proud.

he knew it, you could see it in his eyes, every time he rode out a high-frequency buzz without jerking his hips forward, every time he whimpered without breaking into a moan, he was doing it all for you.

00:59:24

the final seconds ticked down, you didn’t touch the controls anymore.

bucky was shaking, his body glistening with sweat.

01:00:00

a soft chime sounded. time’s up.

he didn’t react at first. it was like his brain hadn’t registered it yet, he was so fucked out, and dumb already.

“buck.”

it took him a while, but he looked up.

“you’re done.” you spoke, voice softer than before.

a sound was torn from his throat, a low, wrecked sob, somewhere between a cry, and a moan. his body slumped forward slightly, hands trembling.

“can i- c-can i please?”

you dialed the plug to the highest setting, watching him jolt. his thighs clenched as he moaned openly.

he was sobbing now, his chest heaved.

“go on, cum for me.”

bucky’s back arched, his hips jerking helplessly. ropes of hot cum spread across his stomach, and chest as he sobbed through it.

you turned off the vibrator, letting him ride out his orgasm.

when it was over, he was a mess, dazed, and blinking slowly, as if he didn’t know where he was.

“you were so good. go rest, clean yourself up.”

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part 3

[skzdust]

What's The Time Where You Are?

Smut. MINORS DNI.

Title from "What's The Time Where You Are?" by Troye Sivan!

I've been thinking a lot about voice memo/phone/facetime sex recently... for no reason... but also... the reason knows who she is.

Summary:Yeosang's out of town, but that doesn't mean he can't still have fun with you and Wooyoung.

Pairing: Yeosang x Wooyoung x reader

Includes: Dirty voice memos, facetime sex, "slut", "baby", unprotected sex (please be safe irl)

Word count: 1.4k

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@hyunjinsjeans, @somethingkindazainy, @silverstarburst

Network:@mirohs-aurora-society

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You opened your phone, clicking on Yeosang’s text, a smile already spreading on your face. He had sent you a voice message.

You knew what that meant. You put in your earbuds. You were just sitting at home, so you didn’t need to put them in, but you liked hearing his voice like he was right next to you.

Heavy breathing filled your ears, and your own breath caught.

“Y/n… y/n, I miss you, miss you, miss you, miss you—” He repeated softly like a mantra before cutting himself off with a whimper. Then his voice came back in an aggressive whisper. “Can’t wait till I see you again, I’m gonna fuck you so fucking good.” A few more moments of heavy breathing, then the recording ended.

You took a second to calm your racing heart before you pressed the mic button to record a response. “Fuck, Yeosang, you sound so good. Can I send you some back?”

You sent the recording, then went to Wooyoung’s contact and began to type out a message.

When the icon for Yeosang’s response popped up, you hit it immediately.

He sounded out of breath. “Yes, baby, please, please, please, maybe even a video, if you and Woo are feeling up to it. I wanna see you so bad.”

You smiled, hitting record again. “Yes, sir, I’ll see what we can do.”

You sent it and finished sending your text to Wooyoung.

He responded a moment later, and you got to his dorm as fast as you could.

He opened the door just after you knocked, as if he’d been waiting in the living room. He smiled mischievously. “Hey, y/n.”

You grinned back. “Yeosang wants a video.”

“We can do a video.” He stepped aside so you could walk in.

The door was barely shut before you were pushed back against it, gasping as Wooyoung’s hands found their way up your body, playing along your waist, pushing up your sides, feeling up your chest and gently twisting your nipples.

“Wooyoung…” You whined.

“What, you want something?”

“Yes.”

“Ask for it nicely.” He raised his eyebrows.

You rolled your eyes. “Kiss me.”

“You can be nicer than that.”

“Kiss me, please.”

He grabbed your jaw, forcing you to make hard eye contact with him. “I know you can be nicer, baby.”

You bit the inside of your cheek. You liked being a brat, but you didn’t want to make Wooyoung mad. That would not be a pleasant evening for you.

“Please, Woo, please kiss me.”

“That’s more like it.” He crooned before his hand slid into your hair, and he was pulling you into a demanding kiss, his teeth nibbling at your bottom lip, his lips sliding messily against yours.

You moaned into his mouth, and that only seemed to spur him on further, the kiss growing more heated.

Suddenly he pulled back, yanking you by the hand towards his bedroom. “Yeosang wants a video, Yeosang’s getting a fucking video.”

You swallowed, arousal flooding your body. Wooyoung locked the door behind you and practically threw you on his bed.

You squeaked, but Wooyoung crawled on top of you, leaning over you to set up his phone on the nightstand. Instead of starting a recording, though, he went to Yeosang’s contact and video called him.

Your stomach jumped as Yeosang picked up, his face filling the screen. “This better be good, I was so fucking close.”

“Oh, it’s going to be good.” Wooyoung smirked. “Tell me what you want me to do to her, Sangie.”

Yeosang sighed. “So much. Why don’t you start with doggie? Y/n, baby, take off your clothes so I can see everything and then hands and knees for us.”

You nodded, hurrying to get your clothes off and get into position.

“That’s a good girl.” Yeosang praised when you were ready, and Wooyoung pressed a kiss to your back.

“Now, Wooyoung, fuck her.”

“Fuck.” Wooyoung whispered, and you could hear the zipper of his own jeans.

Yeosang sighed heavily, and you knew he was back to touching his own cock. 

You could feel the head of Wooyoung’s cock at your entrance, and you arched back towards it. Wooyoung put a hand on your lower back. “Calm down, I know you’re a slut, but let me at least get inside you.”

You whined at the degradation. “I’m trying, but you should get inside me faster.”

Wooyoung turned to Yeosang. “Do you see the brat I’m working with here? When you’re back we’re going to have to deal with this.”

Yeosang nodded. “Absolutely. Now fuck her, I want to watch both of you come.”

“Yes, sir.” You could hear the smile in Wooyoung’s voice before he grabbed your hip and started to ease inside you.

“Fuck.” He moaned as he sank into you. “Fuck, Sangie, she’s so tight, and hot, and—”

“When I’m back, you’re both getting punished.” Yeosang cut him off. “Y/n for being a brat, you for rubbing it in my face that I can’t feel her myself.”

“Oh, but Yeosang, she feels so fucking good.” Wooyoung breathed. “You can’t expect me to keep it to myself.”

“Focus on y/n. I want her reduced to tears, got it?”

“Tears?” You whimpered.

“I miss you, it’s only fair you suffer as much as I’m suffering.” Yeosang gave you big eyes, and you started to sigh. A long moan cut it off, though, as Wooyoung thrust into you.

You looked over your shoulder at him. “Woo, you’re ruining my dramatic—”

Wooyoung thrust into you again, making you stop again. “What was that? Sorry, didn’t catch what you said.”

“I hate you.” You mumbled.

“You want to repeat that?”

When you didn’t respond, he stilled entirely.

“Wooyoung! Fuck me!”

“That’s more like it.” He snickered, then began to fuck you again, setting a punishing pace.

“Good boy, Wooyoung, fucking our y/n so good. And y/n, such a good girl, taking it so well for me.” Yeosang praised, and you could hear his voice growing more strained as he got closer to his orgasm.

Your hands slipped out from under you, and you fell onto the bed, moaning as the change in angle had Wooyoung’s cock driving even further into you.

“Fuck, fuck, Yeosang, it feels so good, he feels so good inside me…” You looked up at the phone, your hair a mess, your expression fucked-out.

“I know, baby, I know.” He murmured. “I know. Fuck, I can’t wait to be back.”

Wooyoung’s grip on your hips tightened. “Y/n, I’m gonna come inside you, I’m gonna fill you up so fucking good…”

“Yes.” You groaned. “Yes, Wooyoung, please, please.�� You could feel your own orgasm bubbling up inside you like a geyser ready to blow.

You looked at the phone. “Yeosang, can I come? Please, please let me come!”

“Come for us, baby.”

You shook through your orgasm. Wooyoung continued to fuck you, and it felt like he reached deeper with each thrust, hitting spots inside of you only he could touch. “Good girl, good girl.”

You whimpered with the overstimulation as you came down from your high.

“Be such a good girl for us and wait for Wooyoung to come, can you do that?” Yeosang said softly. “Wooyoung’s so close, I can tell, and he wants to come inside you so badly…”

“Mhm.” You nodded. “Mhm, yeah, I’m being a good girl, I want Woo to come inside me so bad…”

“Good slut.” Wooyoung whispered, and you shivered at his words.

His thrusts grew erratic, halting, and with a long groan he buried himself in you, and you could feel him filling you up. Your eyes rolled back into your head at the overwhelming sensations, the feeling of him deep inside you.

Wooyoung sighed, and carefully pulled out.

“Making a mess.” Yeosang laughed huskily.

“Shut up. You know if you were here you’d only be making things worse.” Wooyoung grinned.

It was quiet for a moment, and then, Yeosang quietly said, “I miss both of you.”

“I miss you too, Sangie.” You said.

“We both do.” Wooyoung added. “We’re so excited for when you’re back.”

“I can’t wait.” Yeosang smiled.

You said goodbyes and I love yous and hung up with Yeosang, and then Wooyoung helped you clean off. You cuddled into his bed with him and you were about to plug your phone in for the night when you got a new voice message from Yeosang.

Heavy breathing. “Love you so much, y/n, Woo. You put on such a good fucking show for me, so good for me. Sleep well.”

You smiled, recording one to send back. “Sleep well, love you, too.”

[navi-the-flying-bee]

Training season?

A/N: okay i don't know how in the 5 oceans i posted without disappearing for a year or two but here i am.

Warnings: Dazai mention of suicide. Being beaten up. My horrible sense of humor. Second-hand embarrassment. (i guess that's all)

You stared at the wooden training sword in your hands, then at Fukuzawa, who stood calmly before you in the Agency’s private dojo.

“…Are you sure about this, sir?” you asked.

“You have potential,” Fukuzawa said simply, adjusting his grip on his own bokken. “Your ability is strong, but you rely on it too much. A warrior must also be skilled in combat.”

You pursed your lips. Fair.

Atsushi sat nearby, watching like a curious student. Ranpo had shown up just for the snacks.

“Alright,” you sighed, shifting into a stance. How hard could it be?

Fukuzawa moved.

You barely saw him coming.

The crack of wood hitting wood echoed as you barely managed to block. The force shook your arms.

You winced. Oh, he’s fast.

“Your stance is weak,” Fukuzawa noted, stepping back. “Again.”

You reset, adjusting your footing. You could do this.

Fukuzawa struck again—this time, you dodged. You swung for his side, but he effortlessly deflected your attack, his counterstrike knocking your sword away.

You sighed. “This is embarrassing.”

Atsushi winced. “You’re doing great?”

Ranpo, eating cookies, added, “You’re losing spectacularly.”

You glared at him.

Fukuzawa chuckled. “You rely on reaction speed. But in swordsmanship, instinct alone won’t be enough. Read your opponent.”

You took a deep breath. Read him.

You watched his stance, his breathing¬when would he move?

When he did, you anticipated it.

You blocked more smoothly this time, adjusting mid-movement, your body beginning to understand the rhythm.

A small smile crossed Fukuzawa’s face. “Better.”

You smirked. You were getting the hang of this.

Then, without warning-

He knocked you flat on your back.

You groaned. “Never mind.”

Atsushi looked concerned. Ranpo looked amused.

Fukuzawa extended a hand to help you up. “You improve quickly,” he said, “but you still have much to learn.”

You sighed, taking his hand. “I guess that means more training?”

Fukuzawa nodded.

Ranpo snickered. “Have fun getting beat up every day.”

You threw your training sword at him.

Here's your text with "Ciel" replaced by "you" and any direct address to Ciel changed to "Y/N":

The Day After "Training™"

You woke up feeling like you had been hit by a truck.

Everything hurt.

Your arms. Your legs. Your soul.

You groaned, rolling over in bed. bad idea. Even your ribs ached. “Ugh… I think Fukuzawa broke me.”

After struggling to get dressed, you made your way to the Agency, moving like an old grandma.

Atsushi noticed immediately.

“oh my god! Are you okay? You’re walking weird.”

You shot him a deadpan look. “No, Atsushi. I’m not okay. I am in pain.”

He winced. “Fukuzawa’s training?”

"yes"

Tanizaki nodded in sympathy "yeah... he trained me once. I couldn't move for three days"

Your soul left your body.

Three days?! You were doomed.

Ranpo, of course, found your suffering hilarious.

“Oh nooo,” he said, munching on a donut, “did little Y/N get beat up?”

You glared. “I will throw you out the window.”

“Not with those weak arms,” he teased.

You tried to lunge at him—your body refused. Instead, you just groaned in pain.

Ranpo laughed harder.

Dazai walked in, saw your struggling, and immediately lit up. “I have the perfect solution for your pain!”

You narrowed your eyes. “If you say suicide, I will actually hit you.”

Dazai put a hand over his heart. “How could you accuse me of such a thing?”

“Because it’s you.”

“…Okay, fair,” he admitted. Then he grinned. “But seriously, have you tried dying? It would solve everything.”

You grabbed Atsushi’s notebook and threw it at him.

Dazai dodged effortlessly. “Such violence! You should rest, Y/N-chan~”

You groaned, dropping into your chair.

Fukuzawa walked into the office. The room went silent.

You froze.

The others slowly turned to look at you.

Fukuzawa approached. “How do you feel?”

You, still in pain, forced a polite smile.

“Great! Totally fine! No issues at all!”

Fukuzawa nodded. “Good. Then we’ll train again later.”

Your smile died.

Atsushi looked horrified. Ranpo was crying from laughter.

Dazai just whispered: “Rest in peace.”

You mentally screamed.

~~~Later

You considered running away.

You really did.

But Fukuzawa was too fast. And also, you respected him too much to just ditch training (unlike Ranpo, who would absolutely fake an illness to avoid work).

So here you were, back in the dojo, holding a wooden sword with arms that still felt like jelly.

Fukuzawa watched you with his usual calm expression. "You’re still sore."

"Understatement of the century," you muttered.

Fukuzawa simply nodded. "Good. Then you’ll be more aware of your mistakes today."

You stared at him. He was serious.

Oh no.

The moment Fukuzawa moved, you knew you were doomed.

You tried to block—your arms were too slow. The next thing you knew, your sword went flying.

"Ow—!" You barely dodged as he aimed for you again, forcing you to roll across the mat.

Atsushi, watching from the side, flinched. "That looked painful…"

Ranpo, eating a snack, just grinned. "This is the best entertainment I’ve had in weeks."

You ignored them. You scrambled to grab your sword, heart pounding.

Fukuzawa gave you a single moment before attacking again.

This time, you focused.

Read him.

You saw the subtle shift in his weight, the slight movement of his wrist-

He was aiming low.

You reacted instinctively. Instead of blocking, you sidestepped.

Fukuzawa’s strike missed.

Atsushi gasped. Ranpo stopped chewing.

You took the opening. you swung at Fukuzawa’s side.

For half a second, you thought you had him-

Then, with ridiculous speed, he spun his sword and blocked your attack perfectly.

And then, as if to humble you even more-

He knocked the sword from your hands. Again.

You stood there, defeated.

Fukuzawa lowered his weapon, giving you an approving nod. "You improved."

You, sweating and out of breath, stared at him. "…I lost again."

"You lasted longer."

"By five seconds!"

"Five seconds can decide a battle."

You paused. Okay, fair.

Atsushi clapped. "That was amazing!"

Ranpo finally swallowed his snack. "Eh, you’re still getting wrecked, but at least it’s not immediate."

You shot him a glare.

Fukuzawa nodded at you. "Tomorrow, we’ll focus on endurance."

Your soul left your body. "…Tomorrow?"

Fukuzawa turned to leave. "Rest well."

You dropped to the floor. "I AM IN PERMANENT PAIN."

Atsushi gave you a sympathetic pat. Ranpo just laughed.

Dazai, who had been watching silently, finally spoke.

"Hey, y/n," he said, grinning. "Have you considered faking your death?"

Next Morning

You woke up and immediately regretted everything.

Your entire body felt like it had been run over by a train. No. several trains.

Your arms? Destroyed. Your legs? Useless. Your soul? Gone.

You groaned into your pillow. "I am never moving again."

Atsushi knocked on your door. "Ciel? Are you awake?"

"No," you croaked.

Atsushi, bless his kind heart, actually hesitated. "Oh… okay, I’ll just-"

Ranpo’s voice cut in. "She’s faking, let’s go."

A second later, Atsushi and Ranpo burst into your room.

You barely lifted your head. "What do you want."

Atsushi held up a bag. "I brought breakfast?"

You considered. Food… or staying in bed?

Your stomach growled.

"Fine," you muttered, slowly forcing yourself up. Every movement hurt.

Ranpo smirked. "You look like an old lady."

You threw a pillow at him. Your arm barely moved.

Ranpo dodged effortlessly. "Pathetic."

You swore under your breath.

You limped into the Agency. Everyone noticed.

Kunikida raised an eyebrow. "You’re still sore?"

You slowly turned to look at him. "Kunikida. If Fukuzawa trained you, would you be fine the next day?"

Kunikida opened his mouth. Paused. Closed it.

You smirked. Exactly.

Dazai appeared, draping himself over your shoulders. "y/n~~chan~, you’re alive! I was sure you’d die in your sleep."

"Not for lack of trying," you muttered.

Fukuzawa entered the room. The entire Agency went silent.

You froze.

He looked at you. "Are you ready for training?"

Your soul left your body.

Atsushi winced. Ranpo grinned. Dazai whispered, "May you rest in peace."

You sighed. "…I’m going to die, aren’t I?"

Fukuzawa simply nodded.

You stood in the dojo, sword in hand, heart pounding. You had survived enough of this grueling training, and you were ready.. at least, in theory.

Today was the day. You could feel it. You would finally win. You would impress Fukuzawa.

You would not be humiliated.

"Are you prepared?" Fukuzawa asked, his calm voice breaking through your intense focus.

Your grip tightened on your sword. "I was born ready."

The room was silent. Everyone watched. All of the agency members watching (having heard from Ranpo that it would be fun)

Atsushi, Ranpo, Kunikida, and even Yosano, who somehow had a front-row seat, were all fully invested.

You could do this. You had trained, studied his moves, read his body language, and no more mistakes.

Fukuzawa nodded. "Begin."

You moved first.. a confident swing, targeting his shoulder. Fukuzawa, of course, blocked effortlessly.

But then, something unexpected happened.

You, for a split second, felt a surge of determination. you would take him down this time. You aimed a low strike, the one you had been practicing all week.

But instead of executing a graceful swing, your foot slipped.

Your face met the floor with a very loud thud.

A collective gasp filled the room, followed by silence.

"…I meant to do that," you muttered, face pressed into the mat.

Fukuzawa stood there, unmoved.

Ranpo snickered. "Such grace. Very elegant."

You, still on the ground, raised your hand weakly. "Shut up, Ranpo."

You pushed yourself back to your feet, brushing off the embarrassment like it was nothing.

It wasn’t nothing.

You were in pain. Your pride? Crushed. But it wasn’t over.

You re-focused, and with one swift motion, you went in for another attack. this time, a horizontal swing.

You thought you had it.

But as you swung, your sword got stuck in the floorboards.

Of course.

Now you were frozen in place, trying to yank the sword free while Fukuzawa watched you struggle like you were a toddler trying to pull a toy out of a box.

Fukuzawa didn’t even flinch.

Atsushi covered his face in second-hand embarrassment.

Ranpo laughed so hard that he fell off his seat.

"Well, that’s one way to lose," he snickered.

You yanked the sword free at last, and by some miracle, you weren’t completely defeated. You were still in the fight.

You took a deep breath and charged again. This time! this time! you were sure.

You lunged-

But the sword slipped from your hands mid-swing.

It flew across the room, clattering against the wall.

You stared at your empty hands.

And then, slowly, you turned back to Fukuzawa.

Your expression was completely blank. "…I’m done."

Fukuzawa lowered his sword. "You’ve improved."

You blinked, still processing. "I’ve… improved?"

"Yes. Your effort is commendable."

"I can’t feel my arms. Or my dignity," you muttered.

Atsushi rushed over, genuinely concerned. "Are you okay? You look like you’re dying."

Ranpo wiped a tear from his eye. "That was the best fight I’ve ever seen. I thought you might actually win, but then-"

You glared at him. "I don’t want to hear it, Ranpo."

Kunikida adjusted his glasses before talking. "You fought valiantly. I’m sure you’ll recover from this."

"Yeah, after I spend the next week in bed with an ice pack," you grumbled.

Fukuzawa, still stoic, nodded once. "Your training is not over. Tomorrow, we begin again."

You mentally screamed. "Tomorrow?! Are you trying to kill me?!"

Fukuzawa remained unfazed. "No. Just making sure you learn patience."

You let out an exaggerated sigh, collapsing to the floor. "I’m done. I’m quitting. I’ll be a librarian."

"Doesn’t sound like a bad idea," Ranpo added, still chuckling.

You turned to him, deadpan. "You want me to chase you with a sword?"

Ranpo snickered. "Please do. It’d make my day."

Dazai leaned over and whispered, "I think you're actually good at this. You're just a walking disaster."

You closed your eyes and resigned yourself to your life of eternal failure. "Yeah. Pretty much."

~~~~~~~~~

Wait! You actually thought you would win? (⁠●⁠_⁠⁠●⁠)⁩

[diaper-your-brat]

12 - A timeout is a brat's best friend

Sometimes, they just can't help it: your bratty girlfriend will spend the entire day fussing, whining and generally being unpleasant to be around. In those cases, use timeouts liberally. Bill even has a dedicated stool in his modest living room. Whenever his wife breaks a rule, it's time for her to go into her timeout corner. Today, she was being particularly annoying as they were both getting ready for their morning run. So as he was getting her dressed, he changed direction: instead of putting on her gym pants, he marched her into the dreaded living room corner. "15 Minutes, and I don't want to hear a peep. And then you're getting 15 licks from the belt, and then we're going for our run. Understood?" "Yes sir"

It was an established ritual between them. Once she was in the corner, there was no getting out of her predicament. The best thing was to calm down and await the second part of her punishment with dignity (although that dignity would usually be soon lost, once the belt would hit her butt several times).

The timeouts are dull and boring - and that's the way they should be: your overgrown brat should have no chance of stimulation or entertainment while she's there... so that she remembers to stay on your good side!

(Picture generated with Stable Diffusion, text written by me. Everyone depicted is 18+ and consenting, and no real people are depicted on any of my posts.)

[undertale-yellow]

Experimental Patch 1.1.0

First, we would like to thank everyone for the incredible reception we've got for UTY 💛 it's been surreal in the best way

We do hear your feedback though, and have worked to address what we can in a new patch for Undertale Yellow. Please be warned, we haven't been able to test everything with this patch, but we're confident it should work in a normal playthrough

Thank you once again for playing and giving feedback! We realize these are not all the issues that have been brought up, but we will continue to work toward improving the game!

You can download Undertale Yellow version 1.1.0 on Gamejolt!

**This new build will recognize any ongoing save, so just make a new folder for the zip contents or replace the old ones and you're good to go

Changelog under the cut ↓

Major Changes

Added two new accessibility options: - Easy mode: When enabled, the Hats now provide DEF values for an easier experience (can be changed mid playthrough) - Auto Rhythm: When enabled, automatically hits the notes in the rhythm fight without having to press a button, if you are in the correct lane

Reworked the final pacifist boss fight attacks to be less chaotic and unpredictable

During a chase sequence, a character was supposed to slow down every time they catch you in the chase, it now works as intended

Added an Act heal to the final No Mercy route boss (Also fixed a crash caused by this Act option being partially implemented but not working)

Crashes and Softlocks

Fixed a crash caused by using the “shoo” command twice during the dunebud duo fight

Fixed a crash caused by interacting with an object while completing the minecart puzzle

Fixed being able to backtrack on the second steam puzzle, which could lead to a crash and your save being ruined

Fixed a crash caused by pressing Z on frame 1 of the attack targetting cursor

Fixed a crash caused by a demo saved game being present on your system

Fixed a softlock caused by blocking Mo’s path as he’s leaving

Fixed a softlock caused by interacting with the crystal tree in Snowdin from the left

Fixed a softlock in the final pacifist boss fight where the selection soul would disappear from the menu

Fixed a softlock caused by sending one of the mine carts off track

Fixed an issue that caused one of Cactony’s attacks to never end

Fixed a softlock caused by mashing through the text fast in the raft room in Snowdin

Fixed a softlock caused by turning around immediately upon entering one of the rooms in the lategame

Fixed a very specific bug that caused you to get stuck on a bridge upon retrying a fight under it

Fixed a crash during the Guardener fight that could happen on her last line of dialogue

Fixed an unrelated softlock in the Guardener fight

Fixed a crash on the final No Mercy boss caused by getting hit on the same frame as you defeat the boss

Other

Fixed the tutorial buttons being swapped in the arcade minigame, also added additional information to the tutorial screen

Changed the Delta Rune Patch gold requirement from 150 to 100

Increased the item stock in the final shop of the No Mercy route (Applies on save reset)

Fixed mistakes in the credits

Fixed several line breaks, typos and mistakes in the text

Altered one of Sir Slither’s act dialogues to make the sparing condition more apparent

Added an autosave post the final pacifist boss as a temporary help with reported performance issues in this cutscene

Added the Auto-Fire toggles to the death screen of relevant fights so you don’t need to restart the game and fights in order to change it

Fixed a mood ruining issue in the final act caused by an unintended random event

Other minor fixes

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glados: flying cars they said

AM: post this on instagram reels

hal: and the world kept spinning

edgar: AND THE CROWD...!!! oh the crowd is leaving

wheatley: hello! i couldn't reach you in private, so here's the answer to your question. no, it's not normal to have inflammation in the anus area after intense penetration

yes man: oh! that's not...

p03: i'm gonna lie this is 🔥

bender: my ranked teammates

auto: keys

closet: do you do weddings

[callsign-dexter]

Night Ride Rescue

Request: hey

I was wondering if you could please write a Maverick x daughter reader where she is out riding her bike a little later at night and she notices this car following her. She starts to get freaked out and petaled faster to see if it would leave but it didn’t. Maybe it turns into they get out of the car and try to chase her (your choice) so she runs into the first place she can find and it happens to be the hard deck. Possibly penny sees her and with penny being friends (not in a relationship but just good friends, maybe penny is still married to Amelia’s dad?) with Mav she goes over to see what is wrong, after she calls and demands maverick come down and fast. He does and he sees his daughter upset so he comforts her she tells him what happened and he is just so protective and loving and he just makes her feel so safe.

maybe the reader is like 8

maybe the second movie

thank you so much and it is completely your choice

Pairings: Maverick x Daughter!Reader

Warnings: angst, fluff, mentions of cheating (not on reader)

Maverick trusted his daughter whole heartedly, he knew she would do the right thing even though she was only 8-years-old. Of course he cared about her safety but knew she knew how to defend herself thanks to him and everyone else teaching her self-defense. Everyone lived in close proximity to each other so she knew she could run to anyone when she needed help or call anyone when she was home alone and her dad was out for few.

When Y/N asked if she could go see her friend, Emma Floyd who was Bob's little sister who he got custody of, he said yes and let her ride her bike over.

"Hey, Dad?" She asked walking downstairs to where her dad sat at the kitchen table working on some stuff for work.

"Yes, Darling?" He asked looking up to see his look alike coming towards him.

"I was wondering if I could go over to Emma's. I have some homework I need help with." She said and he thought about it and nodded his head.

"That is fine with me, Darling." He said "Be safe and be sure to call if you don't feel safe or need to come pick you up." He finished off and she nodded her head.

"You got it, Dad. Thank you so much." She said bounding over and hugging him tightly around the neck. She truly did love her dad with all of her heart and would never disobey him.

She arrived and set her bike down and walked to the front door and knocked. Bob was the one to open the door and greet the girl.

"Hey, Y/N/N. You here to see Emma?" He asked her and she nodded her head.

"Yes sir." She said being polite even though she knew this man and loved him like an uncle. Also her daddy taught her to be polite to anyone she met even if she already knew them.

"Y/N we talked about this you don't have to call me sir." Bob said as he let her into his house.

"I'm sorry Bob. Force of habit." She said taking her backpack of and smiled at him and he smiled back.

"Oh I know kid." Bob said and hugged her and then called Emma down and the two girls embraced each other and then they scurried off upstairs. Bob texted Maverick.

Bob: Y/N is here.

Maverick: Thank you for letting me know.

Bob: Anytime sir.

She stayed over there for a few hours and they laughed, gossiped. and helped each other with some homework. "Did you see what Nathan posted on Instagram?" Y/N asked Emma.

"Oh yea. I saw. Do you think Eva knows that he is cheating on her?" Emma asked her friend.

"If she does then she's not acknowledging it. Did you expect anything less from him? After all he is the most popular kid and the star football player." Y/N asked

"Absolutely not. He's just a player. You know he tried to hit on me the other day." Emma said while looking up from her homework.

"What?! No! Why didn't you tell me?" You asked her gasping in shock.

"I meant to but we were at practice and then it just slipped my mind." Emma said looking up.

"He tried to hit on me too and kiss me." Y/N said and Emma gasped.

"No way! When was this?!" Emma asked

"The same day you got hit on." She said

"Damn. He really is a player." Emma said and Y/N nodded her head.

It was getting late and she wanted to be home, even though it was Friday night she loved being with her dad. As she was getting ready to leave Bob had stopped her.

"I can drive you home." Bob told her and she shook her head.

"Thank you but I'm ok. I like riding my bike. It helps me clear my head and I like the fresh air." You told him and chuckled.

"You are so like your dad." He said with a chuckle as she stood her bike up. "If you have any trouble call any of us or ride to The Hard Deck." Bob said and she nodded.

"You got it Bob." She said and hugged him. "Have a good night and I'll see you later." She said as she got on her bike.

"You have a good night as well." He said and watched her ride off until she was out of sight and then walked back into the house. Bob texted Maverick

Bob: Your daughter has just left my house and is on her way home. She refused to let him drive her, claimed that she liked riding her bike. Said it helps her clear her head and that she likes the fresh air.

Maverick: Damn she really is my daughter.

Bob: That she is.

As Y/N was riding back to her home she noticed that a car was following her and was making every turn she was making. At first she thought it was just a coincidence but when they started to speed up is when she got scared so she started to pedal faster. She was 30 minutes away from her house but was only 2 minutes away. So she set her course for the well known bar and her a person she considered her aunt, her Aunt Penny.

She heard them stop and thought she was in the clear when she heard the door shut. She looked back and saw a fairly large built man get out and started chasing her. She was 30 seconds out from The Hard Deck. She started yelling at her. Once she got in the proximity of the well known bar she ditched her bike on the front deck and ran in she looked panicked and then Penny saw her and the look on her face. Penny told the bartender she would be right back and walked to the youngest Mitchell. "Honey, what's wrong?" She asked but Y/N was looking behind her and tears started to form "Y/N. What happened?" She asked again and led her to the back office, she dropped her backpack onto the couch and sat down.

"Someone was following me when I was leaving Emma's. Then then when I was 30 seconds out from here they got out of the car and started to chase me. This was the closest place." Y/N started to cry and hung her head and she hugged the little girl. "I want dad." She said and Penny nodded.

"You stay here and I'll go call him." Penny said and Y/N nodded her head. Penny walked outside and dialed Maverick's number he answered on the first ring.

"Penny?" Maverick answered confused

"Pete you need to get down to The Hard Deck now." Penny said in a stern voice.

"What? Why?" Maverick asked really confused

"Y/N is here. She said that someone was following her on her way home and this was the closest place. She wants you. We're in the office when you get here. I'm sure the cameras picked up the men, car, and license plate." Penny told him and Maverick could've sworn his heart dropped.

"I'll be there in a minute." Maverick said and they hung up.

Penny walked back in and into the office. "Y/N/N?" She asked and she looked up.

"Is dad on his way?" She asked and Penny nodded. Fresh tears rolled down her face. True to his word Maverick strolled into the office to find his daughter crying and Penny trying to comfort her.

"Y/N?" Maverick asked and she looked up and saw him she got up and practically tackled him to ground but he stood still. He wrapped his arms around her and hugged her tightly. She buried her head into his chest and cried. He looked up at Penny. "Thank you so much." He said and she nodded her head.

"Anything for a friend. You know I love her. I'm gonna leave you both alone. Take as much time as you need." She said and Maverick thanked her as she walked out and shut the door. Maverick's attention turned back to his daughter.

"Darling tell me what happened." He said and pulling away from her and they sat down on the couch and she looked him in the eye and told him everything.

"I should've taken Bob's offer and let him drive me home. I was riding home and then I noticed a car following me, I thought nothing of it then they started to speed up. They were making every turn I made. They stopped and I thought I was in the clear but then one dude got out and started to yell at me and chase me. This was the closest place so I came here. I left my bike on the front deck. I was so scared dad." She finished and hung her head. Maverick was mad but not at her. He gently lifted her chin.

"You did the right thing. You're not in trouble, I promise. I'll always rescue you no matter what." Maverick said and brought her into a hug which she returned gladly. "Are you ready to go home?" He asked and she nodded her head into his chest and he smiled and placed a kiss on her head.

Father and daughter got up from the couch and Maverick grabbed her backpack and they were off too his truck. They walked out of the front door and they grabbed her bike. When they got to the truck they put it in the bed, Maverick put her backpack in the backseat while she got in. Maverick got in and started the truck and they were headed home. When they got home they got ready for bed and Maverick let her sleep in his bed. He cuddled his daughter like he would lose her if she was out of his sight and she almost was and that scared him.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

A few days later Penny called Maverick back and said that police caught the men. This wasn't the first time they tried to kidnap a little girl and they had been successful twice. Thanks to The Hard Deck's camera being so good and Penny's husband being persistent on getting the good quality ones. Maverick was relived and now his daughter to could ride safely again. When he told his daughter she let out a sob and hugged her father, and he returned that hug and kissed her head. He is going to protect his daughter at all costs.

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[kishabuns]

So I Removed Him as a Follower… and He Lost His Mind 💅🏾✨

Proof included

(Not abt giraffe boy btw!!)

Okay, besties, let me just say… the power of knowing your worth is unmatched!

So, picture this: I’m doing my usual post-glow-up routine (aka scrolling through my followers list and cutting irrelevant energy out of my life). I see him. The “ex” okay, more like a talking stage that ended because… well, he wasn’t giving what he was supposed to give 🌚. (Storytime?)

I don’t know what came over me, but I thought, “Why is he still here?” Like, if we’re being honest, I forgot he even existed until that very moment. So, with the confidence of someone who knows she’s the prize, I hit unfollow then remove as follower.

Y’all. Not even five minutes later, my phone starts blowing UP. Like, full-on text tsunami. He’s all:

“Wait, why’d you remove me?”

“Did I do something wrong?”

“Why would I not like you?”

First of all, SIR. Where was this energy when we were actually talking? Second of all, why are you panicking over losing access to my life because let’s be real, I’m the one who made this situation interesting.

Anyway, I’m sitting there, laughing at my screen, because LOA babes, I already decided the narrative. I knew the second I removed him, he’d come crawling back, and guess what? That’s exactly what happened. When you carry “I’m the catch” energy, the world just bends to your vibe.

Now I’m stuck in a mini-predicament because:

1. He’s fine, like, jawline sculpted by angels foineee

2. He’s also immature as hell (texting me like it’s a whole emergency… over Instagram???).

Moral of the story? When you let go of people and step into your power, they notice. Every. Time.

So tell me, babes should I let him spiral a bit longer or give him a limited-time second chance? 👀 😝

Evidence:

Even the way he texts is so icky 😬

[shady-lemur]

Stargirl ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

I made a poll asking if you guys wanted smut in this part and everyone who voted said yes so I hope this is good 😇

Part 1, part 2, part 3!!

Ellie x reader

You and Ellie are friends. You're hanging out with your other friends again. You've even meeting new people. Everything's working out for you finally. But you aren't fully over Ellie, and after a certain night at her apartment you don't think you ever will be.

Content warning - jealousy, sexual themes... Use of a strap-on, a little bit of mean Ellie 🤭!!

You check yourself in the mirror one last time before opening the door, nervous about your second date with Abby. She's standing there smiling, with a small bouquet in one hand and the other in her back pocket. She's wearing some jeans and a plain white tee-shirt.

"Hi" she says, handing you the bouquet, "you look amazing."

You smile and take the flowers from her, "thank you Abby. You don't look too bad yourself." You wink and open the door further, inviting her to come in while you put the flowers in water.

She follows you to the kitchen and seat on one of your barstools. "Are you excited? I heard this place has such good pasta and lobster." You nod and rearrange the flowers in the vase before looking up at her.

This was only your second date and you guys weren't dating yet. But Abby has already spoiled you so much.. with that surgeon salary 😋😋

"You ready to go? We should make it before the dinner rush." You hum and smooth out your dress before following her out to your car. Making sure to lock your door on the way out.

She opens the passenger seat door for you and helps you step into the car. She gets into the drivers seat and starts to drive to the restaurant.

"So, you like to read?" Abby asks after a few minutes of silently eating. You look up at her and nod, "yeah.. I've loved reading ever since I was little."

She smiles, "I was never much of a reader. I love to listen to audio books in the car though." You hum in understanding and take another bite of food. "This is so good. I gotta take a picture of this." Abby laughs as you pull out your phone and snap a few pictures of you expensive meal.

"Tag me in those!!" She says playfully pointing her finger at you. You smile, "yes sir."

You quickly post a picture of the food with her tagged on your instagram story before turning off your phone and getting back to your conversation.

Ellie was happily getting high and scrolling on her phone until she saw your newest instagram story. Who was this Abby girl 🧐🧐🧐🧐🧐🧐🧐🧐🧐🧐🧐🧐🧐🧐🧐🧐

Ellie had clicked on her username and was scrolling through her posts. She had recently graduated and became an official surgeon, she was at a pride festival in June so she's fruity, and she was super fucking buff.

Ellie scoffed. She doesn't even have the right to be jealous. You guys were friends. You made it very clear that you only wanted to be her friend. But Ellie couldn't help the way her stomach turned when she saw the fancy table with the expensive food and the buff lesbian in your picture.

She took another hit of her blunt before opening your messages.

heyyy, are you free tonight? i want to finish the ultimatum

She didn't even know why she was texting you. Was she trying to prove that you didn't need Abby? Did she actually just want to finish the season you started watching together? Or was she just needing your attention after you went out on a date? Ellie didn't fucking know, all she knew was that she wanted to see you.

After a few minutes you respond.

Hi els that sounds perfect. I can be there around 10 if that's good for u

mkay, i'll see you then.

Ellie smiled at the messages and decided to get some snacks ready.

You sigh as you close your apartment door. Your dates with Abby have been fun, but you haven't been connecting romantically. She tried to kiss you goodnight and you literally swerved so she'd kiss your cheek instead...

It just felt wrong for some reason. It was hard for you to put yourself out there ever since you and Ellie broke up and Ellie texting you in the car wasn't helping. You can't help the butterflies you get when she texts you asking if you wanna hang out 💁‍♀️

Just you and her..

You felt like how you felt when you first met Ellie. 18 years old and so in love. But you were 24 now and Ellie and you were just friends.

Buuuuut, wearing a matching set under your shorts and t-shirt never hurt anybody.. (and wearing one of the t-shirts you never returned to Ellie 🤭🤭)

You get changed and wash the makeup off your face before getting a tote bag and putting some extra clothes and a phone charger in it.

You catch yourself GIGGLING on the way over to Ellie's..

Jesus christ....... you were so beyond saving.

You make it to Ellie's after a 10 minute drive, knocking on her door softly.

When the door opens you're met with a smiling Ellie who def looked a little bit faded..

"Damn. You couldn't have waited to share?" You fake a pout and Ellie snorts, "shut up, I was bored waiting for your ass."

You laugh and come in her apartment, you take your shoes off before following her into her room and getting comfy against her pillows. She throws you the remote so you can turn on Netflix and goes to get the snack from the kitchen.

"So what were you up to today?" She asks as she walks back in with some popcorn and you favorite candy. You get under her comforter and pat the spot next to you. "I had dinner with someone."

Ellie nods and puts down the snacks to get cozy next to you, "someone I know?"

You shake you head, "I met her on a dating app. Abby, she's nice."

Ellie scowls slightly, even though she already guessed all of this. But her scowl makes your butterflies double.

"Ready to press play?"

You say yes and play episode 9 as you snuggle closer to her.

"What the fuck did I just watch?" Ellie looks over at you but you sit there with a shocked face.

It was now 12:53 and you and Ellie had finished the season. You were both flabbergasted to say the least.

"I can't believe she was even allowed to be there.. whatttt.."

Ellie shakes her head and leans on your shoulder, "I'm so glad that no matter how much shit we put each other through we never tried to get on this show."

You laugh in agreement before sighing, "do you think we could've worked?"

Ellie turns to look at you and smiles sadly, "I think we were only hurting each other by the end. We needed to seperate so we could grow without each other for a while."

You look her in the eye and nervously mess with the blanket. "Do you think we could work now? Now that we've healed?" You watch as Ellie's eyes widen and she starts to pick at her nails. You grab her hand to stop her.

"Ellie?"

She looks down at your hand on hers and takes a deep breath. "I don't think we'd know until we tried."

You get move so your sitting in front of her and get closer, "can we try?"

Ellie gulps and looks at you, her eyes trail down to your lips before she runs her hand up your arm and pulls you into herself. You squeak as her lips meet yours. One of her hands rests on your back and pushes you closer to her as the other holds your cheek. Your arms wrap around her neck so you can move to straddle her lap.

Ellie moves one of her hands down to squeeze your thigh, you moan and she uses that as her invite to explore your mouth with her tongue.

You pull away after a while and immediately feel her lips start to attack your jaw. "Ellie, please.."

She smiles and continues to press sloppy kisses against your neck, "please what?"

You whine and grind against her thigh, "I need you.. needed you for so long.." You slide your hands up to lightly pull on her hair. Ellie moves her hands down to your hips, helping you move against her. "Really baby? Has my poor girl not been getting fucked enough?"

You bite your cheek and nod, "els, you're the only one who knows what I need." Ellie kisses you again and flips you over so she's hovering over you.

She pulls at your t shirt, "can I take this off baby?" You nod eagerly and help her as she slips it off your body. She takes a second to stare at your figure before going back to kisses your neck, gently sucking in the places she knows make you whine.

You buck your hips up to meet hers as she trails her lips all the way down to your waistband. She presses one last kiss on your stomach before touching your shorts, "these too?"

"Please-"

She immediately pulls your shorts down, noticing your matching lacy underwear and bra. "You fucking whore." She laughs, "you had this all planned? Wanted me to see you in your set? Even chose my favorite color." You squeal when she pulls on your under wear band and watches it snap back against you skin.

"Please els, only for you.."

She licks her lips and looks at the needy expression on your face. "Want do you want first pretty girl?"

You look down at her and try to rub your thighs together but she keeps them open. "Your mouth, please els"

She smiles up at you and starts to pull down your underwear. "Take off your bra for me sweets." You obey her and unclasp your bra, tossing it in your pile of clothes on her floor. She bites her lip as she looks down at your figure, "fuck baby, missed you so fucking much." She brings her hands up to squeeze your tits as you whine and buck your hips up again.

"Missed you too el-" you're cut off by Ellie's hands leaving your chest and her tongue on your cunt. You moan at the feeling.

You've had hook ups since you and Ellie broke up, but no one has ever managed to get you to cum the way Ellie can.

Ellie starts to kitten lick your cunt, bringing her lips up to close around your clit. She starts to suck your clit as she teases you with her finger. You grab onto her hair with on hand, pushing her head deeper into your pussy while your other hand gropes your tits.

"Ellie.. Oh my god.." She grins into your skin and pushes her middle finger into your tight hole, she feels like it's getting pulled deeper and deeper inside of you. You bite down on your lip due to the pleasure.

Ellie continues to eat you out like she's been starving. She tongue circling your clit as she's adds another finger, pumping then in and out of you at the same pace of her tongue. You moan as you back arches off the bed, "please els! 'M gonna-"

She works her fingers faster and moans against your cunt, "do it baby, cum on my fingers." You feel her start to suck on your clit again and you reach your breaking point.

You feel the chord in your stomach snap and Ellie works you through it as you come down from your orgasm. Ellie smiles up at you and pulls her fingers out, politely cleaning up your cum with her tongue.

"Fuck Ellie" you try to catch your breath, pulling her head away by her hair. She comes up to straddle you, kissing you passionately as she runs her hands up and down your sides.

She rests her forehead against yours once you break the kiss. "Was that okay? I didn't do anything that made you uncomfortable?" She asks as she traces shapes into your skin. You shake your head, "no you were perfect. Do you want me to return the favor?"

Ellie smiles at you and perks her head up like a dog, "do you feel like you can ride?"

You playfully roll your eyes and hit her arm, "of course that's what you want."

She shrugs and pecks your lips again. You laugh and nod, "just give me a minute."

Ellie's smile gets bigger and she gets off of you, going to her night stand to get out the purple strap 😈😈👽😈😈

You watch as she strips in front of you. Showing off her toned body and cute black sports bra and boxers. You sit up and watch as she sits back down on the bed and lubes her fake dick. "Ready baby?" She smiles as you get closer, nervously hovering over her strap. "It's gonna hurt els."

She kisses your forehead, "promise I'll help you babe, we don't have to use it tonight if you don't wanna." You shake your head and wrap your arms around her neck.

"I want to."

Ellie squeezed your ass and grabs your hips to help guide them down, "that's my fucking girl." You whine as you start to feel her strap stretching you so well. You nails dig into Ellie's back as she helps you bottom out. You bite her shoulder to help you as you start to tear up. Ellie moans at the pain.

Once she's the full way in she kisses you, moving her tongue against yours so perfectly. "Did so good, pretty girl. Are you ready to move?"

You nod and start to lift your hips, Ellie helps you form a rhythm as you kiss her neck. Her strap is filling you so perfectly as you hear her praises. "So good baby, feels so good." You start to speed up, making sure to grind against her a little bit every time you bottom out so you can see her reaction every time you bump her neglected clit. "Oh my god els" you whine.

Ellie smiles at you and starts to meet your hips as she trusts up into you. One of her hands move from your hips and you bite your lip so hard it starts to bleed when you feel her fingers start to rub circles on your clit and she takes one of your nipples in her mouth.

All you can say is her name. She smiles at you and slaps your ass. "You think Abby could make you feel like this?" She brings her hand up to force you to look at her. You moan, "els!!"

She slaps your cheek. "Answer me."

You whine and shake your head rapidly, "no!! She couldn- Els!! 'M cumming!"

You slam your lips into hers as she helps you ride your second orgasm. "So good baby. You did so good. Everything okay? Did I go to rough?"

You shake your head as you come down and kiss her shoulder, your eyes starting to droop."I love you els."

She wraps her arms around your sides and gives you a kiss. "I love you too y/n. I think you need some water and some sleep. We can talk more about us tomorrow?"

You shake your head, "what about you els? I want to make you feel good too.."

She laughs and slowly lifts you up off of her and onto the bed. "Don't worry about me right now pretty girl. All I needed was to see you." You smile at her and she kisses your temple before getting off the bed and leaving the room.

You eventually get up and go to the bathroom and when you come back into Ellie's room you see her sitting in bed with a cup of water for you. She's in a new shirt and boxers and has laid out your pjs that you packed in your tote bag.

You smile at her and change before getting in bed and immediately hooking onto her side. She kisses the top of your head before turning off her lamp and laying her head down. "Good night gorgeous."

"Night els."

That was my first time ever writing smut..... Lmaooo I hope it wasn't awkward 😭😭😭

Raaaahhhhhh they kissed!!!!!!!! And fucked but that's irrelevant. Part 4 is gonna be the last part I think!!! Should I might it a time skip? Tell me if you wanna be added to the taglist for the next part my loves (^з^)-☆Chu!!

Taglist <3

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[alfalfaaarya]

Hello! I'm fellow second year student. I just came across a post of your which had a picture pathology text book. Can you please tell me which one it is? I'm struggling to find one that I like studying from! I've tried harsh mohan but this far it hasn't hit me in the right way. Also which books do you refer to for other subjects? I'd love to know!

I personally found Sharma and sharma really good for pharmacology (i tried kdt but again didn't like it much) and refer to apurba shastry for microbiology (which is like uncontested choice in the subject, neither of seniors had referred to any other book, i find it okay and because I'm ultimately going to make notes in the subject it really doesn't matter in big run)

Thank you! And sorry for distributing. All the best for your internals! <3

Hello!

I hope you are doing well :)

I'm referring to Robin's for pathology, the southeast asian edition and I also go through Ramdas Nayak which is more exam oriented.

For pharmac I'm mainly reading PV Rataboli sirs clinical pharmacology book, it is like kdt but better oriented and I'm going through kdt as well. Most of my batch mates read shanbag , I've read it , it's good you could give it a try.

For micro, Sastry is the ultimate book .

I hope this helps!

All the best!

[emerynn]

In a post that was… a long time ago, you put in the tags:

“i JUST wrote an essay on this omfg i have SO many thoughts about sir gawain and the green knight”

The post was about how Gawain literally had no way to win in SGATGK. You were talking in the tags about shame culture and the instability of the moral culture and symbols and identity and the like, and I was wondering….Do you have a link to that essay or something?

If not then that’s totally fine, I just ALSO have many thoughts on sir Gawain and the green knight and love not only the poem but the essays and academic articles and stuff surrounding it, and that essay honestly sounds really interesting and cool! So I thought I’d ask, but yeah!

Hey Anon! First of all, thanks so much for coming into my inbox to talk Sir Gawain with me - a very unexpected but very welcome surprise! I'd completely forgotten about that post I reblogged, but yeah, I took a Middle English paper in my second year of uni, and the Sir Gawain essay was my favourite one to research all term. It's just such a fun poem, and like you said, there's so much great discussion to delve into for it. It's been a little while since I thought about it though, so it's so fun to have a reason to shift my brain back into medieval mode again!

It was just a weekly essay (we had to write an essay each week on a different text/author/group of texts), so it was rather frantically researched and wasn't something I was able to spend loads of time on. I don't think I came to any particularly new or interesting conclusions, and I didn't post it anywhere or anything. That said, given that it's pretty short, I'm happy to copy and paste it here for you if you'd like to read it! Like all my uni essays, it was written the day before the deadline in a slightly sleep deprived haze, so it's not the best thing written on Gawain by a long shot, but it'd be lovely to have someone outside of my supervisor read it! Obviously just please don't use it anywhere or plagiarise it, but I assume that goes without saying lol

If you do get around to reading it, I'd love to hear your thoughts! But no pressure at all ofc - honestly it's just super nice to be asked! I'll put it below a read more, along with my sources - thanks again for the lovely message anon :)

‘For man may hyden his harme,   bot unhap ne may hit, For there hit ones is tached   twynne wil hit never.’ What do you understand to be the meaning and significance of Gawain’s last words?

Despite Gawain's confidence in asserting the green gridle as a signal of his fundamentally flawed nature, Sir Gawain and the Green Knight deliberately complicates the reader's ability to interpret the girdle - and by extension, the poem's moral - in such easy metaphorical terms. Gawain's initial symbol, the pentangle, embodies an honour system which sees morality as intertwined with reputation, making Gawain's apparent goodness into a static symbol whose worth depends on its ability to be interpreted by others. By replacing it with the girdle, the poem alludes to the instability of a community-based chivalric moral code. In offering the reader multiple interpretations of the girdle, with Gawain's held in no higher narrative esteem than Arthur's or the Green Knight's, the poem suggests the limitations of relying on community for moral validation, which ultimately leads to a performance rather than practice of morality, and therefore stunts any opportunity for personal growth.

Gawain’s certainty in labelling the girdle a metaphorical scar, to ‘remorde to myselven/ The faut and the fayntyse of the flesch crabbed’ (2434-35), is immediately challenged by two alternative perspectives – the Green Knight’s, and Arthur’s.[1] The Green Knight suggests Gawain take the girdle as little more than a trophy, ‘a pure token/ Of the chaunce of the Grene Chapel at chivalrous knightes.’ (2398-99), ‘pure’ acting in direct antithesis to the charge of sin that Gawain lays against it. Arthur and the court, meanwhile, have an emotionally opposed reaction to Gawain, greeting his morose confession by ‘Laughen loude thereat’ (2514), and appropriating Gawain’s symbol of personal shame into one of communal honour: ‘For that was accorded the renoun of the Rounde Table,/ And he honoured that hit had evermore after.’ (2519-20). The poet presents the reader with three inharmonious definitions, with no individual appearing the obvious source of authority. Thus, Gawain’s attempt at using the girdle to signify a universal truth in his aphoristic statement, ‘man may hyden his harme, but unhap ne may hit’ (2511) is radically undermined. Through offering, and refusing to discredit, alternating interpretations, the Gawain-poet makes his own description of the girdle’s ‘abelef as a buderyk bounden by [Gawain’s] side’ (2485) ironic in the passivity of its phrasing – Gawain may say that ‘unhap ne may hit’, but Arthur’s swift reinterpretation of the girdle repositions it from absolute symbol to simply a belt that Gawain has tied to suit his subjective purposes, and may just as easily untie. This ending marks a significant transformation for the reader’s understanding of the Romantic world Gawain inhabits, previously one in which symbols and epithets can be interpreted to indicate moral truth about an individual; a transition made clear in the movement from the pentangle as Gawain’s symbol, which Ralph Hanna describes as ‘the emblem of a world where meaning is clear and exemplary’ to the girdle, ‘to which meaning must be assigned’.[2] The Gawain-poet upholds the pentangle for its symbolic potential, pausing the narrative to interject, ‘And why the pantangel apendes to that prince noble/ I am in tente you to telle’ (623-24). The and the details provided in relation to the pentangle – ‘Hit is a synge that Salomon sette sumwhyle’ (625)’, ‘Englych hit callen/ Overal, as I here’ (629-30) appeal to the desire for a symbol with absolute meaning. The interpretation that follows of the pentangle’s application to Gawain, representing his five virtues, associates the accuracy of historical and linguistic information about the symbol with the apparently also objective information it relays about Gawain’s moral character. As Putter and Stokes suggest, ‘ethics and aesthetics come very close together in this poem’; in a reputation-based society, a kind of metaphorical vision is encouraged, which allows symbols like Gawain’s pentangle to be correctly interpreted as indicative of his nature.[3] Thus, the Gawain-poet provides the reader with the girdle as an alluring signification of an absolute moral truth, only to complicate this moral to such an extent that the girdle comes to signify the opposite, replacing the pentangle’s moral idealism and certainty with the suggestion that morality may be subjective.

Fitting to his interpretation of the girdle, the Green Knight disdains the kind of performative morality that underlies the reputation-based structure of Arthur’s court, associating it with the pride he has apparently come to test. Thus, he announces, ‘What, is this Arthures house […]. That all the rous rennes of thurgh ryalmes so mony? Where is now your sorqudrye and your conquests[..]/?’ (309-311). The Green Knight’s condescending tone relies upon the inevitable tension between the hyperbolic tales he is aware of, and the disappointing reality. There is a metatextual element to this speech, as the contemporary reader, too, would have heard tales of Arthur’s court’s ‘conquests’, and thus what is within the text a challenge to the pride of Arthur’s court becomes an implicit challenge of the implausibility of the Romance genre. As Ad Putter suggests, in Sir Gawain, the poet appears to deliberately use this fantastical genre to pose ‘an interpretative challenge […] how can we take it seriously?’[4] His response is to explore the psychological ramifications of existing as a character within this canon. As Gawain’s despair at the end of the poem indicates, this mythological society in which reputation is paramount has a fragile moral core. When Gawain flinches during the beheading scene, the Green Knight chastises him by saying ‘Thou art not Gawan’ (2270), alluding to his famed reputation. But what this truly reveals is that no one can be ‘Gawan’, who would not fear his head under a falling axe – within a genre predicated on hyperbolic acts of knightly courage, the Gawain-poet radically asserts the humanity that underlies Gawain’s character and makes living up to his generic reputation impossible. In doing so, the poem not only further undercuts Gawain’s shame at not fulfilling this reputation, but it discredits the entire notion of morality based on chivalry – based, fundamentally, on how good one is judged to be by others, rather than by an internalised moral compass. As A.C. Spearing suggests, the ramifications of this society manifest in a ‘criteria of conduct […] not fully internalized’: thus, Gawain ‘fails to recognize’ that his initial retention of the girdle ‘is a sin’ until it infringes on his reputation – that being, until the Green Knight reveals his knowledge of it.[5] Like Arthur, who responds to the Green Knight’s challenge of the court’s reputation by blushing – ‘The blod schotte for schame into his schyre face’ (317), Gawain, caught out in his lie, feels ‘All the blod of his brest blende in his face,/ That all he schrank for schame’ (2371-72). Their identical responses betray how Gawain’s embarrassment at his contradicted reputation, rather than actual feelings of moral guilt, lie at the core of the shame he associates with the girdle.

The poem thus exposes the flaws of a communal morality system, in which morality becomes more rigid and absolute – either the individual does, or does not, maintain their idealised reputation. Hence, Gawain’s assertion that if he is flawed, he must be fundamentally flawed: ‘Now am I fauty and false, and ferde have ben ever’ (2382). In this sense, the poem’s ending is further unsettling, as Arthur’s absorption of the girdle as a performance piece into the mythos of the court signifies his ignorance as to the dangers of this [MS1] structure. He continues to assume an externalised identity predicated on reputation, and as such, will continue not to scrutinise himself internally. Gawain may view the girdle as a metaphor for shame, and Arthur for honour, but, as David Aers notes, ‘none of this is of much consequence since nothing much will change anyway’; the absolutism of the Arthurian court prevents moral development.[6] The poem’s ending becomes bathetic, as the self-destruction inherent to the Arthurian court is stressed in the characters’ ignorance to their need for moral progression. Indeed, this is made all the more tragic as Gawain has already demonstrated within the poem that he can progress towards his idealised reputation, even if he can never truly fulfil its requirements. When he initially places his head down to receive the Green Knight’s blow, Gawain ‘[shrinks] a little with the schulderes for the scharp yrne’ (2267). As the Green Knight notes, such an act is contrary to his hyperbolically brave reputation, as ‘Gawan […] that is so good holden,/ That never arwed for no here.’ (2270-71). However, Gawain’s response demonstrates his ability to grow towards this role, as he determines not to flinch a second time, and successfully ‘graythly hit bides and glent with no member’ (2292). As Ralph Hanna suggests, the beheading scene is heavily charged with symbolism connoting rebirth, from the New Year setting, to the description of Gawain ‘Never syn that he was burn born of his moder/ [….] half so blythe’ (2320-21), to the spilling of his blood onto white snow, which Hanna calls ‘a tabula rasa on which Gawain must learn to write what he […] is now.’[7] If Gawain has emerged from a metaphorical death morally absolved and able to discover himself anew, then the positive potential of this revelation is immediately squandered in his curt refusal of Bertilak’s invitation back to his castle. His identity is still wholly externalised, and therefore his first instinct upon gaining an apparent greater self-understanding is to return to the court to vocalise it.The Arthurian court has a holistic and restrictive grip on individual identity in Sir Gawain, inescapable not because there is no opportunity to do so, but because the knights themselves – represented in Gawain and Arthur’s definitions of the girdle as still performatively signalling their reputations, just as the pentangle did – are ignorant of the very ways in which their potential is stunted by the structures they inhabit.

In showing the multiple, often conflicting meanings the girdle is given, the poem uses Gawain’s quest of self-discovery to destabilise the very moral structure at the core of the Arthurian court. In doing so, Sir Gawain and the Green Knight suggests the limitations of an external moral compass, and instead encourages the cultivation of the kind of more nuanced, internalised mortality that Gawain fails to realise.

Sources I quoted from: These are definitely worth reading in their own rights, since they express everything I had to say, and do so far better than second-year me ever could! You might have already read it, but if not, I'd particularly recommend the Spearing. I loved his interpretation, and it ended up forming most of the basis for my argument.

[1] The Works of the Gawain Poet: Sir Gawain and the Green Knight, Pearl, Cleanness, Patience, ed. by Ad Putter and Myra Stokes (London: Penguin Classics, 2014), p.401; all further references to this text will be made in the body of the essay.

[2] Ralph Hanna III, ‘Unlocking What’s Locked: Gawain’s Green Girdle’, Viator, 14 (1983), 289-302 (p.290).

[3] Putter and Stokes, ‘Foreword to Sir Gawain and the Green Knight’, The Works of the Gawain Poet, p.246.

[4] Ad Putter, An Introduction to the Gawain Poet (London; New York: Longman, 1996), p.45.

[5] A.C. Spearing, The Gawain-Poet; A Critical Study (Cambridge: Cambridge University Press, 1970), pp.224- 25.

[6] David Aers, ‘Christianity for Courtly Subjects: Reflections on the Gawain-Poet’ in A Companion to the Gawain-Poet, ed. by Derek Brewer and Jonathan Gibson (Woodbridge, Suffolk: D.S. Brewer, 1997), p.99.

[7] Hanna, pp.295-96.

[having-conniptions]

Love In The Air episode 4 live reaction under the cut (long post)

"He hasn't eaten since yesterday" RAIN NOOO BABYYY

Rain's little "mmm" noises when he's eating please he's so cute

RAIN TELLING PAYU TO KISS HIM AGAIN YESSS YOU GO BOY

"You shouldn't come here anymore" HE'S TRYING TO PROTECT RAIN, THIS IS HITTING ME RIGHT IN THE KIMCHAY FEELS (having kpts flashbacks)

And Rain's literally begging him to keep letting him come over 😭😭😭

I think I just need a second to process that we've gone from "Rain challenging himself to make Payu fall in love with him while pretending he's not interested in Payu at all" to "Rain slowly realizing that he wants to spend time with Payu and kiss him and yes he's serious about this"

All thanks to Payu going full daddy mode alternating between "dominant seductive bad boy" and "loving caring boyfriend" which is just too much for Rain's little heart bitch I'd fall so fast too I get it

And yet Rain pretends he's still into Ple and not interested in Payu lol

Sky is the bestest friend. We all need a Sky. <3

HAHAHAHA SKY GETTING CHILLS AFTER HIS CHEESY LITTLE SPEECH PLEASE I LOVE HIM SO MUCH

They're both just staring at their phones waiting for a text from the other aaaaa

"I still don't know if I like him. All I know is... I don't wanna give up." Boyyy this is not about the challenge you put on yourself anymore. This is not about not being called stupid anymore (because you know he means cute). You can barely contain your giggles when he does or says something sweet. You've been melting under his gaze since the beginning. This is not about proving anything you just want kisses and cuddles and that's fine honey go get ur man <3

Sky being the bestest friend again I love himmmmm

Rain Sky friendship supremacy

Damn Payu that's cold (and I know you don't wanna be like that)

He just sits outside hahaha Rain is a smart boy

And a little brat

DID YOU JUST CALL HIM AN EYESORE YOU BETTER TAKE THAT BACK SIR OR I'LL-

Bratty baby Rain is everything

Not Payu telling his brother to tell Aon to tell Rain he can go inside lmao he can be such a tsundere

"Who's smitten with who, exactly? The lovestruck one's not the boy but you, Big Bro." HE'S RIGHT AND HE SHOULD SAY IT

The sound effects in this series are on point btw

Awwwww Rain sleeping all disheveled on Payu's couch while Payu uses little sticky notes to make corrections and suggestions on his project <3 boyfriendsssssss

"Smart boy" AAAAAAAA 😭❤️

The slap on the belly lmaoooo

Interrupting brother nooooooo xD

The fact that Payu actually made sure to tell Rain that he called him "smart boy" aaaa my heart

Rain you can't make that face and still say you don't know if you like him

AWWW THE STICKY NOTES WERE ACTUALLY WORDS OF ENCOURAGEMENT

He finished two days before the deadline!! I have a feeling something is gonna go wrong, please tell me nothing happens to his model

He spends like 5 seconds in his own bed before hauling ass to the garage

PAYU ASKING RAIN IF HE'S GOTTEN ANY SLEEP AND HAVING SOMEONE PREPARE A BED FOR HIM SO HE CAN NAP WHILE PAYU WORKS what in the healthy and wholesome-

They're soooo boyfriends

Awwwww finally another kiss!!!!!

Ooooooo I'm so proud of Rain my babyyyyy

Oh nooo Payu's phone battery is probably dying and he's leaving the charger at the office and now Rain's waiting for him in the rain 😭😭😭😭😭

WHOA

There is not enough water in that tub how are they not freezing

WHOA

Broooooo Payu had a condom hidden under a toy car by his bed? Smooth.

WHOA