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critical-thinking-is-mandatory · 2 years

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gimme your top 5 hot takes about YA genre

Only 5? Let's see if I can narrow it down haha.

5. Love Triangles

They've been around a while, but truly only popularised by the likes of Twitlight and the Hunger Games. Almost any YA story trying to copy off of either of these will be guaranteed to have a love triangle.

Will they have any of the depth and symbolism and thought put into the THG triangle? Fuck no! The only thing happening here is a case of "oh no! However could I possibly choose between my two love interests uWu".

They're shallow, dull excuses to plump out the story and to set the shippers aflame. Most of the love triangles could be solved because everyone has two hands OR the fate of the relationship rests entirely on how hot both parties are, not chemistry or compatibility or any frame of logic.

Love triangles can fuck right off.

4. There's Like. No 'Good' Adults

You know how it goes. 'I'm a spunky teenager and what I say goes! Fuck you adults with 20+ years experience!' And then the adults get #owned by this badass teen that's 16 with 30 years work experience even though they only learned their skill/secret society/heritage/powers etc last week 🙄

The only good adults are dead, preferably before the story even starts, if not, sterile, unemotional death within the first 20 pages works just fine.

Everyone else is bad. Or dumb. Or useless. Or evil. Like? We get it you don't want any adults around, jeez.

This isn't a hard workaround! There's many many many ways to shunt aside your adults without making them all incompetent, evil or dead.

like I get it, being a young adult means sometimes you want to disobey authority. and what better wishfulfillment than bland white girl #39776× telling some adult (who may even be right!) to go shove it up their ass. It's not even used as like a study of hubris or the character and their development. It's a simple 'fuck you authority figure' and then they wash their hands of it.

Like bestie, young people need more experienced and older people, role models and safety nets and sounding boards and teachers alike! Why you gotta make every fictional adult evil? As if getting older makes you inevitably turn bad? Where is the camaraderie between generations? Where are the healthy relationships between young and old people? Why expect evil as if it's the default when we could simply lift our standards?

3. "Strong" Female Characters

It seems like no author who's heard the phrase knows what it means!

It means we end up with female characters who can kill a bear bare handed but have all the personality and drive of three day old dishwater. No! No no no no no!

A strong female character doesn't need to be strong! What she does need is a personality. Impact on the plot. Drive, decision making abilities. She makes the plot move, the plot doesn't have to drag her around like a limp noodle.

But no. These "writers" are incapable of understanding that 'strong female character' is a goddamn FIGURE OF SPEECH and then work in a field where understanding metaphors and literary devices is really really important. It's the kind of brain fuckery where say, a pet store employee doesn't know what a dog is. HOW. How does it happen?? These people need to go back to like Grade 5 english and literacy skills lessons. Bloody hell.

2. The Almost Constant Racism

YA racism is so *shakes fist* it's not even limited to the writing.

White authors are out here "writing" what essentially amounts to tropes cobbled together with tape and chewing gum, the same kind of shallow, bland plots that are a staple of fanfiction from my 14 year old self. And then you have all these amazing works of fiction rejected because the author is a poc or the characters are "too diverse".

This isn't even scratching the surface of how racist a lot of YA gets. Like, the majority of characters are white, the main character is 99% guaranteed to be white, their love interest/s will either be white or they'll be fetishised until the cows come home. Any characters of colour will either be relegated to 2 dimensional secondary character or will be killed off with little fanfare, depending on the overall mood of the story.

The Wasted Potential

YA could so, so easily be the stepping stone for young readers transitioning out of children's fiction. Like, there's a lot of literature taught to people in high school that is simply beyond their ability to comprehend, but is still important to learn!

Much of classic lit, and literature that's important to study, is simply just. Too much. I know I didn't really understand a lot of what I learned in literature and I was one of the best students in my class. It's hard. Genuinely it's hard.

You know what would make it easier? A midpoint. Writing with similar depth and care and craftsmanship, but written for a younger, less experienced and developed audience.

The likes of Animal Farm and the Hunger Games come to mind because they are both clear cut allegories that, with a little research and help, are easy enough to understand and analyse. Like, can you imagine what kind of stories we'd get if even HALF these trope collàge booktok YA books were written with the same kind of skill as any classic author? The same kind of conviction and power in their stories?

Instead of classics that are beyond the comprehensive range of teenagers that just make them hate reading and leave them confused and upset. What kind of lessons could these kids be learning, if there were high quality works written for them and their level of development? Like, they could be learning and developing their skills as writers and analysts because they wouldn't constantly have to have it pointed out to them what x metaphor means or why abc is important.

Idk. I just think it'd be good for students to have a medium specifically for their age group instead of being expected to comprehend the entirety of War and Peace.

anyway, these are my main thots on YA as a general genre. I have mixed feelings about it, as it was incredibly important for my development as a reader and writer and analyst but also :) most of it is shit :) as in like 99% of it is shit :) and we deserve better as readers.

#Asks #illusory-torrent #Long post #Ya analysis #Kind of? But not really #Ask me about booktok and ya and fanfic published as original fiction I'm frothing at the mouth

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teklarn · 3 years

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𝔂𝓸𝓾'𝓻𝓮 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓶𝔂 𝓫𝓸𝔂𝓯𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓭 - 𝓴. 𝓫𝓪𝓴𝓾𝓰𝓸𝓾 (𝓅𝓉. 𝟥)

character(s): katsuki bakugou x gn!reader (x eijirou kirishima)

a/n: ok but like ty for all the notes on my last post??? i get so excited whenever there’s a new notification. ALSO, the best time for me to accept requests is from now to sept. 5! i’m currently on summer break, so i will have plenty of time to write from now until then.

𝕣𝕖𝕓𝕝𝕠𝕘𝕤 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕘𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕝𝕪 𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕!!

summary: bakugou x gn!reader. they have feelings for one another but have no idea how to express them, however y/n has someone pining for their attention.

genre: angst

warnings: mutual pining, cursing, aged-up to third years, bit of a love triangle, romantic tension, one-sided pining, i gave the reader a quirk, kirishima gets jealous EHWJEH

word count: 2031

lol wow things are finally beginning to pick up heehee

please excuse any typos! i edit to the best of my abilities, but it’s easy to miss lost of things

part 1, part 2 , part 4

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you dabbed bakugou’s nose. he winced as you tapped it. “sorry,” you breathed out, switching the tissue in your hand for a clean wipe.

“i’m fine, dumbass.”

“then why’d you ask for my help?” you teased, wiping at the blood on his upper lip.

his cheeks dusted with red, eyes averting to the side. you smiled softly, victorious in his silence.

nighttime was settling in nicely, the sun bleeding orange into the clouds.

“look back at me,” you said. gently, you took his bruised jaw in your fingers, adjusting his head so he was facing you. you brushed your fingers along his swelling cheekbone. purple blossomed beneath bakugou’s pale skin. “kirishima was pretty rough out there, huh?’

“i’m proud of the guy.”

you smiled, tilting your head. “you? proud of someone? really?”

he chuckled. “knock it off, dumbass.” a grin spread across his face, however it was gone when the pain hit. he winced, trying to ignore the sting his smile brought with it.

you let out a laugh. “just relax, bakugou.” you resumed dabbing away at the excess blood on his face. there were flecks of dirt scattered over his forehead.

he caught your wrist in one of his soft, large hands.

your smile faded, and you swallowed, pushing down the rising emotions fluttering into your chest. “yes?” you responded to the silent question his eyes were asking.

his grip on your wrist loosened, and he let go, letting his arm fall back to his side.

“everything okay?”

he didn’t break eye contact as he grunted a reply. “mhm.”

“alright. i’ll be right back, okay?”

“‘kay,” he said.

you stood with a groan, knees sore from all the training you’d been doing lately. you gently shut the bathroom door behind you and rinsed the bits of dirt off the towel, scrubbing away any imperfections stuck between the fibers of the fabric.

your cheeks were boiling with heat as the ghost of his touch on your wrist lingered. what was that? did he mean to tell you something?

you wrung out the newly washed cloth and returned to your seat across from bakugou.

bakugou’s eyes flickered as you began scrubbing the dirk from his forehead.

“ah,” he gasped out.

“you’ve gotta stop wincing, bakugou,” you teased. “you’re making me think i’m doing something wrong.”

“you’ve gotta stop being so rough, y/n.” he took your wrists and pried them away from his face.

you set the towel down on the table, letting it rest on a paper towel so the excess water could drain out.

“well, i think the issue is that you haven’t let me set your nose properly.”

bakugou squinted, unsure. “alright.” he spread his legs, leaning forwards to make your job easier. “do as you wish, y/n.” his voice dropped, eyelids lowering seductively.

the heat returned to your cheeks, flushing out your confidence from before. instead of replying with an equally snarky comment, you took his face in your hands. “this is going to hurt.”

“not so much if it’s you.”

you scoffed. “are you flirting with me, katsuki bakugou?”

his lips quirked up—just a tiny bit. “stop dreaming, y/n.”

you ignored the comment and traced your fingers over the bridge of his nose. “on three?”

he nodded.

“one—” you cracked the bone into place.

“ah, shit!” bakugou recoiled back, covering his nose with his hands. “damn brat.”

“it would have hurt more if you knew it was coming.” you shrugged innocently.

“at least i would have been prepared.”

“whatever you say.” you gestured for him to come back to his previous position, and bakugou did as instructed, hands dropping from his face as your hands came back around to cup his cheeks.

being recovery girl’s grandchild had its benefits. for example, an easy way to get into yuuei off of recommendations. while your quirk wasn’t usually one people would associate with fighting, it came with unexpected pros with how it developed.

you’d earned the ability not only to heal but to ruin as well. using your quirk, honing it properly, you could twist someone inside out with ease, however, healing was something you were more skilled with.

a green glow was being emitted from your palms, white orbs flowing into the air and landing on bakugou’s skin. you could tell, under his skin, the bone was fixing itself, beginning to reshape into the flat bridge.

bakugou sniffed.

“hold still,” you said.

“does your healing always make your patients itchy?”

“it’s just your body healing. stop moving.” the green light receded into your palms.

you met bakugou’s eyes as you pulled your hands away. you were leaning closer than necessary, out of your seat, knees slightly bent. you could tell his hands were shaking just a bit as they trailed down your arms, starting from your fingertips which were still hovering around his face.

his hands found their way to your waist. bakugou tugged you closer. barely an inch closer, but it felt like the two of you were inseparable at the moment.

“y/n?”

you jumped, and bakugou’s hands fell back to the sides of the seat he was in. you swallowed as kirishima popped up at the doorway.

you wiped your palms on your shirt, nodding for kirishima to enter. “yes?”

the redhead walked in warily, hands up and pace slow. “i hope i’m not...interrupting anything. am i?”

you shook your head. “not at all. we were, um. we were just finishing up.” you picked up the cloth intended for wiping bakugou’s face. “do you think you could finish up by yourself?”

he took the cloth from your hands. “yeah, sure.” he pushed himself up and was out of your room, waving his thanks. “i’ll pay you back so i don’t owe your ass, got it, y/n?”

“Alright.”

bakugou shut the door behind him, leaving you and kirishima alone.

“so, what was that about?”

your eyes flew wide. “what was what?”

“don’t act oblivious, y/n. you two looked at each other like you hung the moon in the sky.”

you bit your lip, hiding the smile that was brought about upon reminiscing about the recent seen. “it wasn’t anything, kirishima. don’t worry about it.”

“i’m worrying. you know bakugou.”

“that’s something you’d say about someone with dating experience, and a bad reputation regarding it. bakugou is—”

“just like every other guy out there? it’s the twenty-first century. there are not many decent people left out here. do you really think he’s any different?”

“well,” you said, shaking your head, “personally, i see he’s changed.”

“two years isn’t going to erase all the past shit he’s done.”

“there’s a thing called forgiveness.” you quirked an eyebrow at him, tilting your head down as you began cleaning up. “plus, it wasn’t necessarily his fault. we can both agree that hero society created toxic standards for all aspiring pros.”

kirishima clenched his fists. “he’s bad for you.”

you tossed out a few wipes into the garbage. “sorry?”

“he’s...not good for you.”

“i appreciate you thinking nobody is good enough for me, but at the end of the day-”

unknowingly, kirishima was hardening his fingertips. his nails punctured the soft skin of his palms. “i don’t mean he’s not good enough for you, but that’s another truth, too. he’s just not good for you.”

you turned, smiling brightly. “and since when did you know what was good for me?” you laughed, eyes closed. “why are you trying to dictate my decisions-”

when you opened your eyes, you found kirishima standing closer, brows furrowed angrily.

your expression lowered into something angry. “what’s the matter?”

“i just...i can’t.”

“can’t what?”

kirishima was one to be slow to anger. he always had been. you can’t recall a time you saw him angry or pissed except for when bakugou had been kidnapped by the league of villains.

“kirishima,” you scoffed, “are you genuinely pissed over this? what? is this because i got mad at you because i scolded you for breaking bakugou’s nose? if anything, i don’t think i was wrong for-”

“that’s not it. that...that isn’t it, y/n.” he stepped towards you. kirishima closed the gap between you both, pressing your back against the wall, trapping you there between his arms. “that isn’t it at all, y/n.”

you swallowed. “then what is it, kirishima?” his eyes met yours, serious and stern.

your chest tingled.

he brought his fingers to your chin, angling your face with ease to get a better look at you. “call me eijirou.”

“what?”

“just once. please.”

“why-”

“once.”

“...what is it, eijirou?”

the pause felt like an eternity. “it’s you, y/n.”

“it’s...me? what about me? did i do something wrong?”

he chuckled softly, but there was no humor in his longing smile as he stared down. “you’re so oblivious.”

you could hear his heart beating, getting faster with every sentence he pushed out.

“you’re so clueless, y/n. it’s kind of pissing me off.”

“what am i doing to piss you off?” you snapped.

he tongued the inside of his cheek. “like i said.” he flashed you an award-winning grin. “clueless.” kirishima pushed himself off the wall and left the room, the door shutting hard, but not slamming shut.

you were left breathless, the hint of his cologne still lingering in the space before you.

you’d avoided kirishima and bakugou for the rest of the night.

what kirishima had wanted to say was nothing like what he said, but he knew everything would come out all wrong if he’d try to say anything.

his mind would have jumbled all his words, and he’d look like a crazy, insane lover.

bakugou wasn’t bad for you. not at all. you two were perfect for each other. you both had thick skin for silly rebuttals towards one another. you brought out the fun side of the blonde, and he worked you to your best.

kirishima was just your best friend. he hated to be the one who had fallen with nothing to soften the blow that was surely coming soon.

his ears burned nearly as red as his hair. a shudder passed down his back, the feeling of your jaw pressed between his thumb and index finger still imprinted there.

“i can’t fucking stand to see you around him.”

kirishima made his way to the common room, finding bakugou looking for snacks there. kirishima scoffed as his friend emerged with an apple in hand.

it was not like he hated bakugou. not at all. he didn’t think that pining for the same girl would ruin their friendship. he was just angry that you chose him.

kirishima respected your decisions. he wouldn’t ever try to get in the way of anything if you and bakugou made that kind of decision. he just wanted to be near you.

perhaps he should leave the situation alone. leave you alone and just forget about how his feelings were nagging at him every day.

he should forget how you were the first thing on his mind every morning, and the thing he thought about when he fell asleep.

you were everywhere. should he forget that too?

bakugou tossed his apple into the air. he clapped his friend on the back, taking a bite out. “go to sleep, idiot.”

“don’t call me that.”

bakugou turned, startled that kirishima wasn’t taking bakugou’s shit today. “you good?”

“i’m fine, but i’m not an idiot.”

bakugou’s body tightened. “alright.”

the pair stood awkwardly for a moment before kirishima sucked in a sudden breath. “what is y/n to you?” he asked.

bakugou raised an eyebrow. “what?”

“they’re obviously something to you.”

“listen, they were just helping me out. didn’t think you’d get offended from them fixing my broken ass nose.”

“that’s not what i mean. i walked in on you two, and you were about to—”

“i wasn’t going to do jackshit.” bakugou tossed his apple away, too angry to eat anything anymore.

“yes. don’t lie to me.”

“i’m not lying. where is all of this coming from?”

kirishima huffed out a frustrated breath. he shouldered past bakugou. kirishima uttered words he hated himself for saying. “leave me alone.”

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trashlie · 3 years

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The Asshole With a Heart of Gold: Kousuke Subverted

(I have also posted this to reddit but for the sake of having things organized in one place, I thought I’d drop this here.)

To me, one of the most fascinating aspects of the writing of I Love Yoo is the desconstruction and subversion of common tropes in shoujo manga and kdramas - especially those regarding love triangles. In one of her curiouscat responses, quim noted "Even though I admit Kousuke's creation had a lot to do with the way I thought during my teenage years, them being like your typical 1st and 2nd male leads in most shoujo manga is not a coincidence" and I gotta be real with you guys: this thought hasn't stopped haunting me. I love tropes and I love even more when writers play with them, whether they are blatantly using them or subverting them. My favorite one to think about these days is how Kousuke is set up as your standard jerk with a heart of gold, partly in particular because I find it fascinating to see how he went from a very popular, typical "first lead" type character who so many fans openly loved to one who is very scorned right now, but mostly because this is a trope I've never enjoyed, yet quim breathes into it so much realism and personality that the subversion just works.

Please note, I am not suggesting that Kousuke is a first or second lead. In fact, I don't think of either Kousuke or Nol as that. However, for the purpose of this writing, I am considering him as if he were a first lead, based on what quim wrote in cc.

The Jerk With a Heart of Gold

In many pieces of media with a love triangle, there is, quite often, a jerk with a heart of gold. Though not required, he's often rich and privileged, and he has not experienced the same kind of lifestyle as our MC love interest. Especially when the jerk with a heart of gold is rich, our MC LI tends to be from a much lower class - a classic pauper and the prince. We even see this played with, wherein Kousuke hasn't eaten things like street food or god forbid a hamburger without a fork and knife - he's not an animal! However, even early on, quim is fast to play with this: yes Kousuke is privileged, but it's not that his privilege has denied him simple peasant experiences. He just finds these foods unsanitary and prefers his more gourmet options xD

The jerk with a heart of gold is, usually, cold to most people (especially those of the opposite sex) and has no interest in people he deems beneath him. He can even be haughty, as well as unreachable, someone so far removed from normalcy that the plights of the wee peasants does not phase him. In the beginning, Kousuke is played quite straight to this - he goes as far as to trip Shinae over a piece of tiramisu and calls her a fat ass, insults her "cheap clothes", and implies that he is well above her; on a number of occasions he refers to Shinae's social class beneath him. We also almost immediately get to see the heart of gold - initially Kousuke seems to care about his brother, going as far as to want to thank to Shinae in some form. Even though he ends up at the mall with her due to a prank phone call gone awry, he's still witness Shinae's altercation with the mother of a child bully throwing her drink at Shinae, and secretly reports the incident to security and provides her a new t-shirt (and qtips lol). How sweet, the audience swooned. Look, he cares!

What quim does really well with her storytelling and use of tropes, though, is that we learn fast that not everything is what it seems: Nol isn't a happy go-lucky second lead, Yui isn't the mother she seems, romantic scenes may not be that, and Kousuke is not simply a misunderstood tsundere. As the story reveals more information and we learn more about the characters, we see how they play into or subvert their respective tropes.

Misunderstood Jerk

Often the jerk with the heart of gold is either misunderstood or protecting himself from a past pain - usually both. Something - often family - prevents him from opening up his heart, and it's only our resilient, plucky, MC LI who can thaw his heart and help him love. Or maybe she inspires him to live better, teaches him that life is worth living, yadda yadda. One way or the other, something about the MC sparks something in the jerk with the heart of the gold, and his grumpiness falls away (at least, around her it does).

Initially, Kousuke certainly seems misunderstood, and to some degree, he follows the trope. He does come from a troubled family who is the reason he has become the person he has. But rather than a watered down version of this trope for the sake of drama, Kousuke is wonderfully developed, in all his persnicketty assholery. (Please note I say this with tongue in cheek; it cannot be denied that Kousuke can be a jerk and, at times, an asshole. This is not trashing a character but discussing his traits, and why those traits exist and how they serve to play with or against this trope.) I really appreciate the depth quimchee puts into her characters - it's easy to write a character who is a jerk without reason, who enjoys being mean but suddenly changes. But how are readers supposed to see the importance of his change when it doesn't make sense to us?

Kousuke is the product of his environment and how he was raised. In a home that had little to no affection, where Kousuke was pampered, his mother manipulated him onto a one-track path to Rand emulation. From a young age, he was made to believe the only thing that mattered in his life was to become his father, a "very important man" too busy to be bothered, with whom Kousuke never developed any bonds. His childhood was beyond pragmatic, and by missing out on crucial moments playing with other children, we find that Kousuke didn't properly develop empathy, did not learn to deal with complex emotions, did not learn healthy conflict resolution, and suffered stunted emotional IQ as an adult. In so many cases, our jerk with the heart of gold is simply an emotion hungry, attention-starved guy who made himself feel he was better than others so he didn't have to face his feelings. Kousuke is a grander scale of this - he is attention starved (for Rand's attention), he is emotionally constipated, but because we've seen his background and how he developed these traits, it will make it more satisfying when he inevitably undergoes his eventual Much Needed Character Development. Kousuke is not simply an empty vessel for a popular trope - he embodies it in such a way that gives it more life. He owns it.

Kousuke is not simply misunderstood or "just needs a friend": he is man who (like everyone else in this story lmao) is in a great need of therapy to work through his issues. Unlike in shoujo or kdramas, it's not enough to fall in love with this man and expect him to change. Quim takes the trope and applies realism to it. Love does not heal all wounds.

A Heart of Gold

The heart of gold aspect of this trope can be played with in many different ways. Sometimes, he is simply a tsundere who is not good at expressing his more vulnerable emotions, and possesses a softer side than his prickly appearance reveals. We know, though, that Kousuke's core is just as prickly as his surface - a fun subversion on quimchee's part. Other times, he reveals his heart of gold when he can't help but grow soft towards the MC LI, who, for some reason, makes him feel unlike anyone else has made him feel, who can get through his hard exterior, who makes him feel vulnerable. In these cases, he is often of the variety who is mean to everyone but the one girl he secretly likes.

Again, early in the story, quimchee makes us think that's what we're playing at. Kousuke seems to us as readers as having taken interest in Shinae, the rough around the edges, unrefined, uncouth mess that he's tangled his path with. In fact, it is further implied when Yui Hirahara enters the stage and heavily implies that Kousuke is interested in Shinae. "The only girl he's really spoken of? But soft! It must be love, for our jerk has revealed his heart of gold and fallen for our sweet damsel!" This is a detail I find incredibly fascinating, because it only starts to make sense further into the story, or after completing a recent reread.

For so long, if we take Yui's words and Kousuke's actions at face value, it is easy to think that the gears of a ship to come have start spinning, and readers even start to read into scenes as plaintively romantic. A good example of this is the scene where Kousuke sees Shinae in just his work shirt after she has been tricked into wearing it like a shirtdress. We see Kousuke hide his face and blush, and Yui teases that he's having lewd thoughts, but like with most things in this story, there is more than at the surface. In time as readers we come to realize there is a different in how blushes are drawn: with and without pink. After rereads, it's plainer to see that Kousuke isn't flustered or blushing - he's embarrassed of this situation, likely for himself AND for Shinae, but it hardly reads as romantic so much as embarrassed by a meddlesome mother who is trying to get a rise out of him and putting a teenage girl in an uncomfortable situation.

A reread after episodes 142 and 143, though, reveals that it is much more likely that Kousuke's interest in Shinae has never been romantic, but rather, has always been related to Nol (initially in his realization that he could use Shinae to pacify Nol and also because we realize he sees in Shinae Nol). Moments like Shinae buying a slice of Kousuke's favorite cheescake evoke a memory of Nol, not because he's simply reminiscing, but it's an act that echoes the actions of his younger brother years before. It is easy to construe Kousuke's behavior as something romantic - he's trying to help her get ahead in life, trying to make the best of her opportunity, etc etc - but after realizing that Shinae is, as someone on reddit put it, a mirror to the way Kousuke has treated Nol, it creates a fascinating debunking of the "jerk with a heart of gold" love interest. Kousuke's heart of gold has nothing to do with with falling in love, but with someone who makes him face his remorse and deep-buried guilt in the face of his brother.

This is probably my favorite way quim has played with this trope, and how she takes something so incredibly popular in most love triangles and flips it around. At surface-level, it's played straight, but the more we delve into it, and into Kousuke's personality, the more we learn that the trope is not utilized in the typical fashion. It makes both for satisfying rereads of this story, and incredible development. There is something I find very satisfying about the way characters are set up as standard tropes, and then they are turned into something far more dynamic. Of course, on the flip side, we have seen that in doing this, it really changes the views people hold of characters (of which I'm certain is quim's intentions). People who love the cold characters with a soft interior, who find the happy "second leads" to be boring and insufferable, cleave to Kousuke from the getgo. We watch the way he treats Shinae, all his seemingly sweet or kind moments that maybe, just maybe are a sign - only in time to get a better grasp of his personality, his past, and the realizations that Shinae represents the guilt he wishes to assuage, and the past sins he wants to be absolved from, but cannot yet face.

Subversion

At the end of the day, I can only speculate, and I am biased by my own opinions. At this point in the story, Shinae is still a minor and Kousuke is an adult, therefore it makes no sense to show any romance between them. However, I still can't help but feel that the subversion of this trope - that Kousuke is not so much a jerk with a heart of gold but a jerk with a whole lot of baggage to be unpacked in therapy, whose heart of gold extends to someone who reminds him of the damage he has caused - is not a love interest, as is typical of this trope. I can't help but feel like the set up was deliberately done as a commentary about what we tend to expect vs what is reality (as in, what you see is not what you get and everything is always deeper than it looks). I feel like the deliberate set up of these two in traditional "roles" was purposefully to throw us off. Readers come into the story with expectations and we start reading the story we want to read - whether it's seeing romance in the tiniest interactions, whether it's overlooking certain flaws in characters, overlooking certain personality tones. Kousuke isn't the only character that this is done with, but with him, I find it especially fascinating, because he is constructed in a way to make lovers of this trope cleave to him, only for reveals of his past and his behavior to cause some to pull away. And THAT is what I find fascinating - the way the set up of the story vs the reveals change the ways people read the characters and what they think of them. We've seen this with those who come around to love Nol, those who once enjoyed Yui but come to loathe her, the way readers view Maya, etc. etc.

In most cases, the jerk with a heard of gold is easy to sympathize with and even forgive. He's so cold and cruel, but it's only because he needed love/his family was so awful/he didn't know how to reach out/whatever other justification there is for him. But Kousuke isn't justified. We understand why he is the way he is and we understand what caused him to become what he did but the story never excuses his behavior. He is called out time and time again - by Shinae, by Nol, even by Hansuke - for how he treats people, how he behaves, the way he treated Nol growing up. Unlike the jerk with the heart of gold, readers hold Kousuke accountable for his behavior, and it's what will make his eventual Much Needed Character Development so satisfying to us - that we have come to learn about him and see him at his worst and it makes us want to see him become better - whether it's because you're a fan of him who knows he's capable of change or you are livid with him and want to see him acknowledge his mistakes.

It really cements my current theory that as far as Shinae's relationship with Kousuke goes, in a sense of subversion, it IS about helping Kousuke to learn to face his faults, though not necessarily through Kousuke falling in love and wanting to become a better person for her, but rather, by seeing Nol in her and desperately trying to do better. I don't think Kousuke is likely to change as a person any time soon - not until he has some kind of event to serve as a catalyst for change. Crumbling under the pressure of a job he's not yet prepared for? Stress? A reveal that shows Shinae the things he tries to hide and the loss of her respect? Whatever the case, I fully expect Shinae's involvement in whatever breaks Kousuke and leads him to finally addressing the things he hides from himself, and undergoing character development. He's already lost Nol. If Shinae is his second chance and he loses her, too, I think THAT will be a good spark for him to finally start facing the realities he hides from.

I won't go into it here because this is such a long post already, but similarly, Nol is placed in the stereotypical "second lead" role, a character type who is often earnest, respectful, understanding, sweet, and bound to break your heart. But like with Kousuke, this trope is subverted. The second lead boy is so often what you see is what you get, someone with his heart on his sleeves, and instead, we learn that Yeonggi is, in fact, deeply troubled and desperately lonely, a desperate facade. I just really appreciate how these tropes create a set up and expectations for us as readers, and over the course of the story, completely throws our expectations away.

Tropes are so fun in stories, but especially so when they are played with to enrich the stories. If you made it all the way through, congrats lol!

#I Love Yoo #Kousuke Hirahara #i have all these thoughts and trying to organize them is CHAOS #it's like i feel like i have all these loose threads and i'm trying to figure out where to connect them #what dots get connected?#I feel like there's a lot of nuance and foreshadowing that goes unnoticed when reading #which is you know how foreshadowing goes - often we don't notice it til its passed or happened #but sometimes there's enough clues to read into what we think is going on #anyway point is i need to thought dump a LOT lmao #ILY Brainrot

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Hiya! I have a request for an x reader songfic. Snap out of it by the Arctic monkeys gives me so many 2012 Donnie vibes. Maybe one where the reader is in love with Donnie but he likes April and the reader wants Donnie to, you know, "snap out of it" and notice that maybe April isn't the best person towards him. It can end in unrequited love or with a happy ending, that's for you to decide but I just really want to see this concept. Thanks! :>

(feel free to ignore this request if you want 👁️👁️)

Oh, I’m not about to turn away a chance to be pushed out into foreign territory. I admittedly hadn’t known what a songfic was until wikipedia and @kunimikat saved my ass, so this was fun-- and a bit scary-- to write. I hope you like it, even if it might not have been exactly what you were expecting.

April was your friend. She had been for a while, now, since she had moved to NYC. The two of you had come even closer after her kidnapping and initiation into the “Hamato Clusterfuck” as you had affectionately called it at first—you had wisely made a conscious effort to only get involved with them as far as you could throw them, sticking solidly to offering emotional support and half-decent food. At the beginning, you had, on multiple occasions, even begged her to stay out of it, trying to reason with her that getting herself killed by a psychotic armored man with an axe to grind for the crime of hanging out with four teenage shut-ins was an incredibly bad idea. When your logical arguments fell on deaf ears—her owing them apparently being her ball and chain—you had designated yourself as her supervisor to make sure she did not do something overly impulsive. She was reckless, overly trusting, immature, but you loved her like a sister. You balanced each other out.

One of the benefits of knowing someone for so long is that you learn things about them that they do not know about themselves. In April’s case, it had been that she was terrible at making up her mind

What's been happenin' in your world?

You had borne witness to the love triangle transpiring between Donatello Hamato, Casey Jones and her for the better part of a year now. You were relieved that the two boys had backed off each other’s throats somewhat over the period, but it was as infuriating as it was fascinating to watch them fight over her like a chew toy. Of course, April had her preference between the two, favoring the hockey player mainly for his general normalcy, which was a decision you could approve of, but she had hesitated until recently to make that obvious to the other point because, in her words, “The last thing I want is to deal with is all of that awkwardness.” You could hardly blame her for her hesitation, but you thought it almost cruel not to make her feelings apparent to her lovestruck puppy.

What have you been up to?

Donnie was the most tolerable of the five, the most normal in your opinion. He was an infatuated, insecure teenage boy with more an affinity towards machines and, best of all, seemed concerned for your friend, all things that you could get on board with. In your opinion, overbearingness is preferable to negligence in this case, and you were just happy that someone physically capable had her back. As such, when you were stuck at the lair for hours waiting for her lessons with Splinter to be over—you were her ride—you found yourself spending the most time around him, and as time went on, you started going out of your way to do so.

Seeing as April and Casey were your only other friends, it was natural you would get romantically attached. They—a couple by high school standards—approved of your crush, and all you told your guardian(s) was that they were smart, fit, and financially responsible, so they asked few questions.

You knew, logically, this was not a competition and that April had little interest in him.

But something about the way he gazed at her made you burn green with envy.

I heard that you fell in love, or near enough.

His eyes were just so… wistfully longing. He watched as the redhead and her boyfriend played against Michelangelo and Raphael in a game of charades. His expression was just so soft, lips pursing and popping silently as he grieved from his seat in his lab.

It had been a downhill spiral on your end from there, and as your own attachment grew for him, his own depression worsened. Your eyes drifted from your friend as you tried to make him see that, no, the world was not ending because his first crush did not like him back. You would make subtle comments about how happy his brothers were, how happy she and Casey were together, how smart he was and how many people would die for a kind, loving, smart guy to come around and sweep them off their feet. This, again, fell on deaf ears; he would always comment on how, if he were such a catch, April would not have chosen Casey, like It is his fault for her having more of a taste in cocky, fun-loving guys than intelligent ones. Half of it was probably your lack of experience in subtlety, but no matter what you would try to say, whenever romance came up in conversation, his words turned sharp and bitter.

On that day, you just cracked.

I gotta tell you the truth.

You walked over to the lab door, closing it in a single fluid motion. ‘I’m better at being blunt, anyways.’

He blinked; his trance was interrupted by the small slam.

“She’s not into you.”

“Huh?”

You crossed the room and placed your hand on the desk, expression stern and stone cold. “April,” you repeat. “She’s not interested.”

He did not meet your gaze. “You don’t know that.”

“I do, actually.” You leaned down to look him in the eye. “You aren’t her type. You’re supposed to be smart.” You placed the other on the back of his chair, arms cagging him in, almost. “ She has a boyfriend,” you continued, softer. “You know that, right?”

“I do.” He tapped the side of his thumb against the table absently, throat tight. “But what else do you suppose I do? Submit to the fact that I’ll be alone forever?” He looked up at you. “I know this may be hard for you to believe,” he continued, easily slipping out from under your arms, “but I don’t exactly have a ton of options. She’s the only person who’s ever looked at me like that; how am I supposed to move on from the only person who’s ever even given me a chance?”

I wanna grab both your shoulders and shake, baby.

You rolled your eyes, turning to watch him as he crossed to the other side of the room. “That is some blatant bullshit,” you glared curtly.

“Is it, though?” His back was to you as he crouched down in front of his centrifuge, fiddling with it. “As someone who’s never—”

“So help me, if you go off about me not understanding being rejected and feeling like they’d die alone, I’ll rip your tongue out.” You stood back up properly.

“What would you know about it?” He followed suit, eyes locking on yours. “You have other people to choose from.”

“And you don’t?” You crossed your arms, smiling incredulously. “How do we differ, exactly?”

“Besides the obvious?”

You scoffed. “You’ve seen your brothers. Never stopped them.”

“And I’m happy for them, that they’re so charismatic as to be able to find partners so easily.” You could taste the bitterness in his words. “But I’m not them, in case you didn’t notice. That girl out there?” He pointed to the door. “She’s the first and only person in the universe who’s ever given me a second glance.”

“So you’re just fucking blind, now?” You heard your voice rise without your input.

“What’re you talking about?” His voice grew with yours.

“You’re lovesick,” you spat. “Snap out of it.”

Snap out of it.

You ran your fingers through your hair. “Or maybe you’re just dense.” You felt a laugh rise in your throat. “I mean,” you gestured, “clearly picking up on verbal subtext isn’t your forte.”

You gave him five seconds. “What,” you continued, rubbing your face with your hands, “Are you—” You stopped. “You are, aren’t you?”

Nothing.

You took a slow breath, hearing your heartbeat in your ears. “Let me put it in simple, plain English for you.”

I get the feelin' I left it too late, but baby—

“As her friend? You’re a fucking creep.” You crossed your arms across your chest. “Following her the way you did—wait your turn—” A finger interrupted his defense. “Following her the way you did? Objectively creepy. Staring at her all the time? Also fucking creepy.” You felt your nails dig into your skin. “Any person would call it as it is.”

He opened his mouth again to argue. You did not interrupt him this time, but he did not argue, the silence falling like a weighted blanket over the two of you.

“As your friend,” you continued, voice lowered, “as someone who cares about you, I know April, and she can’t give you what you want. It’s not her; she needs to be free, and I love her, but you’re looking for something that’s just not there.” Your voice was certain. “You’re looking for someone to spend your life with. I’m right, aren’t I?”

Snap out of it.

He was still for a moment, looking off into the ether. He nodded, face melancholy.

You walked over, resting a hand on his shoulder tentatively. “I’m not saying it’s stupid of you to not be over her. Again, I love her to bits, so I see the appeal.” You broke eye contact, trying to articulate exactly what you meant. “But I’m worried,” you explained slowly, “you’re only hung up on her because you’re scared of being alone. That’s not fair to her or yourself.”

“Do you know that?”

“No,” you admitted easily, “but you and I are the same way, and trust me, I’ve been around the heartbreak block.” You smiled, trying to relieve the tension.

That earned a chuckle. A small one, but a chuckle none the less.

You reached up, cupping his cheek in your hand. “There are seven billion people on this planet. Any one of them—myself included—would be lucky to have a life with you.”

If that watch don’t continue to swing—

A pause.

“Do you honestly believe that?”

You nodded, your thumb running along the line of his eye socket. “I do.”

—or the fat lady fancies havin' a sing—

You leaned forward, pressing your lips against his cheek gently.

—I'll be here, waitin' ever so patiently—

“Y/N!” You pulled back as you heard April calling your name. “We need a moderator!”

You started back towards the door, waving gently. “I wish you good tidings, Donatello.” You smiled quietly, serenity itself standing in the doorway. “May whoever is fortunate enough to call you their own bring you happiness. You deserve it.” You slipped out of his lab, running over to break them up.

Donatello rested his fingers on where your mouth had lit his skin. He felt a bittersweet smile fade onto his face.

—for you to snap out of it.

And that was when it began.

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your-nerd-is-showing · 3 years

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Attack on Titan Omegaverse fanfiction chapter one.

Content: Smut

Warnings: multiple parings, oral sex (giving and receiving), Eren and his smug ass, minors not allowed!

You’re an Omega about to be mated off on your eighteenth birthday never to be with your boyfriend Armin again because he is a Beta and he has accepted fate. You however are stuck in the middle…. You want to be with Eren but he is not of age yet and the Elders make no exceptions. So you set your sights on Levi the unmatable Alpha but Eren will stop at nothing to be with you…. What’s going to happen in this love triangle erm love square I’m not even sure myself! Guess you’ll just have to read it!

Chapter one: Goodbye Love

Omega Rule 20: On an Omega's eighteenth birthday they must be mated off to an Alpha.

You woke up early that morning whimpering from a knot in your stomach. Today was your eighteenth birthday, come tonight you would be mated off to an Alpha but you didn’t want to be you were so happy with your boyfriend Armin.

You laid there in silence looking at the sweet blond wrapped around you. A tear fell down your pale skin as you twirled his soft hair around your finger. “Armin…..” You sighed as more tears stained your cheeks. You held him tightly crying in silence trying not to wake up Armin.

You felt the knot in your stomach start to pulse and between your legs became slick. “Oh just fucking wonderful.” You grumbled.

Armin sniffed the air and instantly woke up. “You're about to go into heat (Y/N).”

“Well thank you captain obvious.” You laughed.

Armin pinned you to the bed. “Would you like some relief my love?” He asked slipping his hand between your legs making you whimper as he pushed a couple of fingers inside you.

“Y-yes Armin p-please.” You wined out as he fingered you.

“As you wish My Queen.” Armin parted your legs and went down on you instantly giving you relief as he licked your swollen clit.

Omega Rule 34: When a female becomes fourteen she will find a boyfriend.

In your pack females find a boyfriend of their choosing when they turn fourteen. They want you to explore yourself early so you know what you like and what you dislike. The pack you come from is well known to breed beautiful and strong Omega's who aren’t afraid to speak their minds.

You have been with Armin since you were fourteen years old and when you turned sixteen you found out you were an Omega Armin still stayed with you. He knew you better than anyone, he knew what turned you on, how to touch you in all the right ways. It was a shame that he wasn’t an Alpha you would marry him in an instant.

You laid there in a daze lost in your thoughts crying your eyes out as Armin pleasured you. Suddenly you were jolted out of your thoughts when you felt Armin push a toy inside you. “Ah-ahhhh Ar-Armin.” You moaned out.

He looked at you and smiled as he thrusted the dildo in and out of you. “I wish it was me giving you this pleasure not a toy.” He chuckled trying to make you feel better.

Omega Rule 42: Females can engage in any sexual activity EXCEPT sexual intercourse for their first time must be with their mate.

“I wish the same thing but we know the rules you can do anything to me but have sex. I must remain a virgin.” You quoted sarcastically and laughed. “Thank goodness I have that body wash that gets rid of male pheromones or we would be screwed.” You laughed again.

“Mhmmmm.” Armin replied before going back down on you.

You whined out in pleasure tugging on Armin's soft hair as he licked up your juices slowly pumping the dildo in and out of you. Your body moved with every thrust as he went deeper and deeper.

“A-Arminnnn I’m-I'm going to cummmmm!” You moaned out as you arched your back gushing into his mouth.

Armin came up and kissed you deeply. “At least I was able to pleasure you one last time (Y/N).” He looked at you and started to cry. “I'm going to miss you so much (Y/N) why does fate have to be so cruel to us?”

“I know my love…. I know, but I have good news for you remember that Omega's are allowed to bring a member from their pack for comfort and my sweet Armin I chose you.” You smiled and kissed him.

“Really you did?” He got all excited.

“Yes! I can’t imagine my life without you in it Armin.” You said happily.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door.

“Mikasa? Is that you?” You called out.

“Yes it’s me (Y/N) can I come in?”

“Uhhhh gimme a minute gotta put clothes on! Come on Armin lets get dressed.” You scrambled around and quickly got dressed.

Armin opened the door. “Good morning Mikasa!” He said happily.

“You're in an awfully good mood Armin, (Y/N) must have given you to good news.”

“Indeed she did!”

“I’m glad you’re going with her, keep her safe Armin.”

“You know I’ll protect her with my life.”

“I know you will, now I'm glad you’re here I want a males opinion on what (Y/N) should wear to her party and seeing that you’re her boyfriend I know you’ll pick something beautiful for her.” Mikasa turned to you. “Now time for you to get your ass in that shower so you don’t smell like Armin.”

“Yes Ma'am!” You looked to Armin. “One last shower with me?”

Armin picked you up. “Like you even have to ask!” He brought you to the bathroom and started to undress you. “I wish I was an Alpha this isn’t fair (Y/N) you’re my soul mate.” Armin wrapped his arms around you, as he leaned in to kiss your neck he let out a low growl.

“Shhhhh Armin don’t say that too loud.” Your eyes started to tear up again. “It’s hard enough for the both of us right now please don’t make it harder Armin.”

“I’m sorry I can’t help myself….” He took a deep breath in. “I need to be happy for you.” He let go of you and went to turn on the shower.

You came up behind Armin wrapping your arms around him. “I love you so much Armin…..” You pulled him in closer to you as one of your hands traveled down towards his member making him moan softly. “Let me give you pleasure one last time as well.” You said as you pushed him into the shower. You kissed his lips tenderly.

He kissed you back roughly as he grabbed at your butt pushing his body closer to you. He started to growl again his eyes went from blue to amber and lust-filled. He was quickly losing his senses grabbing at your body rougher by the minute as he tried to slip his member inside you.

You growled back at Armin giving him a disgruntled look. “Armin!” You pushed him off of you. “What in the hell are you doing?”

He looked at you narrowing his eyes as he continued to growl.

You smacked him. “Armin! Pull yourself together! You’re better than this!”

He shook his head and looked at you his eyes turned back to their beautiful ocean blue. “I’m-I’m sorry (Y/N)…. I lost control of myself.” He looked at you embarrassed. “You're just-just so irresistible right now because you’re in heat.” He went to grab at you again but you swatted his hands away.

“Armin!” You wrapped your hands around his neck. “Behave!”

“S-sorry, sorry! I’ll behave.”

“Good boy.” You lowered yourself to Armin's length.

Armin moaned out as you licked his pulsing member. “Oh-ohhhhhh (Y/NNNNN).” He whimpered as you took his length in its entirety down your throat.

Mikasa knocked on the door. “Hey! I can hear you! No funny business (Y/N)!”

You completely ignored her and continued to pleasure Armin.

He gently gripped your hair watching on in wonder as your head bobbed up and down.

You slowed down the pace making Armin whimper at every lick. Up and down you ran your tongue along his shaft driving him crazy.

“Ah-ahhhhh (Y/N) I'm-I'm go-going to-to-to cummmm.” He whined as he released himself.

You came up and kissed him. “Okay let’s shower.” You grabbed your shampoo and started to wash your hair.

“So (Y/N) are there any Alpha's you have your eyes on?”

“Ummmmm well actually yes there is two of them but only one is of age….” You turned red.

“Who are they?”

Omega Rule 25: Neither Alpha's or Omega's can mate before their eighteenth birthday.

“Well one is Eren but like I said he isn’t of age yet….”

“And the other one?” Armin asked.

“L-Levi…..” You squeaked out.

“SERIOUSLY LEVI!?” Armin yelled.

“Y-yes…..” You hid your face in your hands.

“You set your standards pretty high…. You know Levi has never shown any interest in an Omega ever. Not to sound mean but what makes you so special that you think he will choose you?”

You thought back to the encounter you had with Levi when you first found out that you were an Omega.

“If only you were of age now (Y/N) I would make you my Mate in this very moment.” He whispered into your ear sensually as he pinned you to the wall. “I want to say fuck the rules and take you right now my dear.” He leaned in and kissed you.

You smiled a big smile and turned bright red as you remembered what he said to you two years ago. “Ohhhhh no reason.” You said as you turned redder.

Armin raised an eyebrow. “You’re not telling me something (Y/N).” He growled as he cornered you against the wall. “Something happened between the two of you didn’t it?”

“Y-yes….” You said shyly. “It was nothing bad he j-just kissed me.”

Armin laughed. “So the unmatable Levi has taken an interest in my sweet (Y/N). This is going to be an interesting night indeed. The Elders will have a field day with this!” Armin boasted.

You looked at Armin surprised. “Y-you're not mad?”

“I can’t be mad you’re an Omega about to be the queen of a pack…. Your fate was sealed when you were sixteen. I knew from that day on Alpha's would be looking at you. I was worried at some point that I would lose you to an Alpha and I was ready to accept that. Thankfully I didn’t.” He smiled at you and kissed your forehead.

You and Armin finished your shower. You brushed your teeth and dried your long beautiful (H/C) hair. You came out of the bathroom and Mikasa had dresses everywhere. “Holy shit Mikasa where in the world did these all come from!?”

“I had them made for you.” She replied.

“Wow thank you so much they’re beautiful!” You started to look through the gowns.

“I think you should wear something that accentuates your breasts and butt…. Because both of them are very nice.” Said Armin.

You laughed. “Of course you would say that! Okay you pick a few dresses you like.”

Armin smiled. “Okay!” He picked three dresses, one was a deep blue very, very short skin tight and strapless. The second one was a Chinese style dress made from red silk with gold trim it was sleeveless with a slit on each side and showed a lot of side boob. The final dress was a purple tailored mermaid style dress with a plunging neckline and a slit up the side.

“Armin none of these are even my taste…. I don’t dress like that ever….”

“I’m sorry I was thinking what other men would like…..”

“I understand that but that’s not the impression I'm trying to give off…. Plus I would be very uncomfortable in those.”

“Okay then what would you pick?”

You continue to look through the dresses your eyes fell on a (F/C) strapless low cut dress that was just short enough and hugged all your curves in the right places. You put the dress on and Armin's jaw almost fell off.

“(Y/N) you are breathtaking!” Armin cooed.

“Yes that dress fits you perfectly (Y/N).” Stated Mikasa. “The Alpha's won’t be able to stay away from you. Now what do you want to do for a hairstyle?”

“Hmmmmm I think a French braid off to the side with flowers would look very nice. It’s classy and still shows off my neck.” You stated.

“That would look beautiful.” Replied Armin.

Suddenly an irresistibly musky smell wafted into your room. “I’ll catch up with you both later.” You slipped out of the dress and put on a tank top and shorts.

Mikasa gave a dirty look as you left. “Don’t be stupid.”

You gave her a look back. “Mikasa this is me we are talking about you know I'm a good girl.”

“Yes but I also know how you get around him. So don’t be stupid.”

“Let me guess Eren is here.” Said Armin.

“Yes mommmmmm.” You said sarcastically as you left your room and ran down the hallway.

You chased Eren's scent through the mansion all the way down to the private underground hot spring that was only for Alpha's and Omega's. You made your way in and slipped out of your clothes to put a towel on. Getting more excited by the minute you went into the hot spring but Eren was nowhere to be found.

“What the hell? Eren where are you?” You called out.

Someone came up behind you, swiped your towel and pushed you into the water. You surfaced ready to rip Eren a new asshole but he was still nowhere. “What the fuck!”

Suddenly you heard Eren's laughter fill the cavern. Eren swam up behind you grabbing at your waist he pulled you in close to him. “Happy birthday beautiful.” He whispered into your ear as he scratched at your thighs.

You shivered at his touch. “H-hi E-Eren.” You squeaked out. You turned around and saw a beautiful pair of lust-filled green eyes staring back at you.

He smiled at you. “Hello beautiful.” He cooed pulling you in closer to him as he licked your neck sending you into a frenzy.

“Ahhhhh Eren b-behave!” You whined out. “We-we shouldn’t be d-doing this.”

He gave you a smug look. “And why not? I want to give you something special for your birthday (Y/N).”

You grabbed onto to his neck attacking his lips moaning into his mouth as he groped at your butt.

He broke the kiss. “I can’t help myself (Y/N) you’re sent is irresistible, you’re driving me mad.” He let out a small grunt as his member pushed up against you.

Little whimpers escaped your lips as Eren rubbed up on you. “Eren please s-stop you’re making this so hard for me.” You looked at him with pleading eyes.

“What’s so hard for you?” He asked staring deep into your eyes. He brought you over to a hidden cave.

“T-to b-behave.”

Eren pulled you out of the water. “Then don’t behave….” He said sensually slipping his hand between your legs making you moan as he pushed a couple of fingers inside you. “You know we are meant for each other (Y/N) you can’t deny that…. You’re all I ever think about, you’re all that I desire.” He kissed you deeply as he pumped his fingers in and out of you sending you into an uproar.

You let out a loud howl making the cavern shake. “E-Eren p-p-please s-stop. D-d-don't do this to me.” You clawed at his back.

He didn’t listen and continued to finger you.

Your body gave in to him as he pumped his fingers even harder driving you crazy. “Ah-ahhhh d-damnit E-Eren.” You moaned out as you came all over his fingers.

“That’s a good girl give in to your desires.” Whispered Eren before he went down on you. He ate you out like a ravenous animal licking up every last drop of your sweet juices. He growled nipping at your clit making you gush into his mouth.

“Oh-ohhhhh Er-Erennnnnn!” You moaned out grabbing fistfuls of his long chestnut hair as your hips bucked wildly. You pulled on his hair tighter as you grinded against his face pushing him deeper in to you.

He finally came up. “You're so wet…. Your body is just begging for me damnit (Y/N) I can’t take it anymore I need you.” He rubbed his member against you as he leaned in to kiss your neck, his kisses getting rougher and rougher as he nipped at your neck.

“E-Eren be careful you can’t bite me….”

“Fuck the rules.” He snarled. “I have half a mind to mark you right now! This isn’t fair why do you have to be older than me by three days! I swear if I have to break every rule I will make you mine (Y/N) I will find a way!” He pulled his fingers out of you and started to rub his member between your legs getting dangerously close to slipping inside you. Grunting and growling he was losing control of his senses as he clawed at your back. His eyes turned from green to blood red, his claws became sharper and his teeth grew pointed. He narrowed his eyes looking at you like a meal.

“Eren….” You took his face in your hands pulling him closer to you. “Don’t look at me like that.” You licked his neck trying to calm him down.

He stopped and came back to his senses. He tenderly kissed your lips. “I’m sorry if I took it too far.”

“No you’re fine Eren…. I want you just as badly.” You smiled and kissed him back. “I enjoyed it immensely.”

“Good I’m glad you did.” He kissed you again. “Now go get all sexy looking so I can ogle at you tonight.”

You laughed. “Okay handsome I’ll look extra sexy just for you.” You kissed him one last time before parting ways.

You got dressed and made your way back up to your room. “I have to take another shower.” You opened the bedroom door Mikasa and Armin were still in your room playing video games waiting for you.

Mikasa sniffed the air. “You stink go shower you dirty girl.” She snickered.

“Yes ma'am.” You laughed and made your way into the bathroom to get ready for tonight's party.

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Mutual Pining

"I'm going to literally put my head through a wall."

"Pftt, why?"

Cissie shot a glare at Cassie, then turned, pointing at Bart.

"So? He's just . . . What is he doing?"

Bart was sitting on the beanbags in the corner of Cassie's room, just . . . Staring into space. He never sat still. Ever. Not for this long, anyway.

"He's been like this for weeks, Cassie."

"Why?" Cassie asked her girlfriend, shifting to look at her phone better.

"Take a wild guess."

Cassie sighed and set down the device, looking up at her fellow blonde, thinking. What could have Bart Allen literally moping.

Oh.

"Is it because of Tim?"

Cassie had overheard Bart talking to Cissie once about his crush on Tim. It sounded like he was in pretty deep, but no one knew Tim's sexuality.

"Close."

"Close? How can I be wrong, is there anything else that boy thinks of?"

"Yep. Well. Two things. Food, and . . ."

"And what?" Cassie asked, narrowing her eyes.

Cissie seemed less annoyed and more just amused now. Amused at holding this over Cassie, watching her struggle for the truth.

"What is the one thing, everyone on this team, has all been head over heels for?"

Cassie blinked at Cissie. Then she slowly turned to look at Bart. Then back at Cissie.

"OH MY GOD, KON?!?!"

Tim tapped angrily at the edge of the desk, scowling at his computer screen, then looking down at the case file.

"What's got your bat-panties in a twist?"

Tim didn't bother to respond. Nor did he bother to look up at Dick as the older vigilante walked over and ruffled his hair.

"Hey. You're tapping, what's wrong?"

"Nothing. I just tap."

This was true. He would bounce his leg or drum on surfaces or two against his collarbone. He just did that. It wasn't even something he thought about or noticed anymore.

"Okay. That's fair. But why are you glaring at the computer screen like it personally wronged you."

"It has. This case isn't panning out like I thought."

Dick was silent for a bit.

"Kon called earlier."

"Oh?"

Dick nodded, still reading the monitor. "He sounded worried. Said something about you missing a meeting?"

"They had training drills today. I couldn't make it."

A few beats of silence.

"Why not? You weren't doing anything. It's summer break."

"I was working on this case."

"So you skipped training with some of your only friends because of a case?"

Tim scowled deeper. Why was Dick questioning him? Why couldn't Dick just mind his own business? Tim didn't want to discuss it anyway. Besides, it's not like he was avoiding his friends or anything. No, nothing like that.

"It's an important case."

Dick snorted. "No offense Tim, but I don't really think the theft of those two paintings are really all that important. Besides, you know Bruce was just going to ask Selina."

Tim neglected to answer, leaning forwards and hitting a few buttons to run a program search.

"Why are you avoiding them."

To his credit, Tim didn't react, just watched code run across the screen as his program worked. Then he slowly looked over at Dick. His question had not been worded as a question. It had very much been worded as a statement. You're avoiding your friends and I want to know why.

"I'm not."

"You are. Normally when I would mention Kon, you'd at least grin or something, but just now you sat there and scowled like Bruce. Oh god are you becoming Bruce? Oh no, we need to get you help, quick-"

Dick grabbed Tim by the armpits and started pulling.

"Quit!" Tim said, but did laugh a bit, smacking at Dick with one hand as he grabbed onto the desk with the other, holding himself in place.

"Come on, Timmy, what's wrong?"

Dick asked, going serious once more as he sat on the desk, facing Tim.

Alright. Time to take a calculated risk. Talk to Dick, your kind of older brother who definitely has more relationship practice, and also practice with this certain issue, or continue to be harassed by him.

Then again, telling him could lead to more harassment.

Does Dick know he's gay?

Never mind, just don't mention genders and he'll probably assume you mean the girls.

"Okay. Okay fine. Don't tell anyone about this."

"My lips are sealed," Dick promised, smiling and pulling a leg up, knee against his chest.

"I thought I had a crush on one of my friends."

"Okay."

"Except now I think I have a crush on two of them."

Dick was silent for a moment, head tilted at him, considering this.

"Kon and Bart?"

Tim scowled, crossing his arms, facing Dick fully.

"Why did you immediately assume them?"

"I'm a detective the same as you are, Tim. I have eyes. I see the way you look at them, the way you act, posturing and showing off. I know how to recognize teen boys with crushes."

"Except when you're the teen boy with a crush."

Dick snorted, shaking his head. "Yeah, unless it's me. So am I right."

Tim hesitated, then nodded.

"So what are you going to do?"

"I don't know! I really like them both, but Kon's so straight and Bart . . . Bart just doesn't talk about relationship and things so I have no clue what he thinks."

Dick nodded distantly, and Tim really hoped he was thinking of ways to help and not ways to mock.

"Have you, and this just an idea. Have you considered asking them?"

"Why would I do that?"

"To find out?"

"Dick they don't even know I'm not straight!" Tim exclaimed, feeling more annoyed than anything.

"So tell them." Dick shrugged.

"That's not how this works."

"Tim. They're your friends. I highly doubt either of them have a problem with it. . . Now the crush thing, that may be an issue.

Tim groaned and dropped his head to the desk, banging it a few times.

So what if he had a crush on his two best friends. It didn't matter. He wouldn't say anything. It's not like he wanted to hold their hands and kiss them and cuddle and- no, it's not like he absolutely craved any of that.

Besides, even if he did come out to them, he'd have to pick between them, and he didn't think he could.

He'd have to pick, right?

"Why are you moping, kid?"

Kon glanced up at Kyle, scowling.

"I'm not moping."

"Oh you soo are."

Kyle easily picked up a huge piece of cement debris with his ring and spun, putting it on the big green truck full of other debris.

"I'm not!"

Kyle snorted, floating down to be level with Kon, who had done a third of the work Kyle had done so far.

"Sure. No moping, got it. So what is the cause of your Not-Moping?"

"None of your business," Kon muttered, picking up a piece of cement tangled with steel and turned, placing it on Kyle's construct truck.

"Okay okay. Do you want me to go get Supes then because-"

"No! Don't you dare!"

Kyle cracked a grin, creating two chairs with his constructs.

"Sit down and tell doc Kyle."

"I hate you."

But Conner sat down in the chaise like construct, glaring at the Green Lantern.

"I'm having relationship issues."

"Oh god that's a fucking mood. What's happening."

"There's this guy I really like. . . "

"Oh."

"Except, it's not just one guy."

"Oof."

"Yeah. And I don't think either of them know I'm not straight and that I like boys too, and I don't . . . Liking both of them is a problem."

"Ah, a classic love triangle. Alright, you want help cracking this?"

Kon took a deep breath, ready to yell at Kyle and tell him to piss off.

"So step one, you gotta come out to them. If one is like "ew, gross" then they're off the table," Kyle started, not even waiting for permission. "Two, see who you fit better with, personality wise, who do you get along with more. Three, make a decision. Probably regret it later."

". . . Yeah, you're right. Thanks, Kyle."

"See, I do know things! Like I know that you're way behind on clean up so you better get your ass in there!"

Kon scoffed as Kyle shoved him forwards, toward the debris, but he just returned to picking up, thinking as he worked.

Kyle was right. He should come out first. He'd been meaning to for a while, anyway. He'd only dated girls so far, but he still very much liked boys. Especially, as he had recently realized, Tim and Bart.

He was so screwed.

Why did he have to fall for both of them?

Bart was going to vibrate out of his skin.

The problem literally wasn't with him this time.

For once.

See, where he had come from, relationships were just whatever you made of them. Sexuality was more fluid and open, gender was just weird, standard relationships weren't necessarily between two people, sometimes there was as many as five people in one relationship. Sometimes there were even more. But. That's not how things worked here.

But he was going to vibrate out of his skin because he wanted to date his best friends and that's not how things worked here.

He just wanted cuddle piles and kissing and holding hands with both of them. Because he was in love with both of them.

And right now he was stuck, watching them flirt, and realizing that if anyone was going to get to date them, it would be each other and he wouldn't be involved. He'd be lonely.

Cue "All By Myself" by Celine Dion.

It was obvious Kon and Tim liked each other. They did all the typical flirty things, showing off, trying to one up each other, so on and so forth. They grinned at each other and touched each other and stared fondly at each other from across the room. Bart saw it all. And he knew he would never be the receiving end of all those looks and little things.

Only he was. And for all his speed, he never saw it.

He never saw how Tim fondly smiled and shook his head when Bart zipped off to do something silly. He never saw how Kon would just space off staring at him, a stupid grin plastered on his face. He never noticed the fond comments and nudges and smiles. He never really paid attention to how Kon often threw an arm around his shoulders as he traded him. And he never really noticed how Tim was always checking on him first after the team got hit hard. He didn't notice these things.

And boy, he would have gone into this conversation a lot different if he had.

They were all three just hanging out, laying around in the lounge area of their headquarters, Bart was laying half off the sofa, playing a video game on his DS. He wasn't really paying attention to what the others were doing because he was focused for once. Then Kon spoke.

"Hey, can uh. . . Can you two listen for a moment."

"Yup," Bart responded instantly, even as he moved so his feet were on top of the sofa and his head was dangling off.

"No like. Really listen, Bart."

So Bart sighed and paused the game, setting it down and looking back at Kon. Once he had Tim's attention, he spoke again.

"I'm . . . Uh, I'm bi."

Tim blinked at him, Bart scowled.

"What's that," he asked, and then gave a little wave. "Bye?"

Kon snorted and shook his head. "No, imp, bi. Bisexual. I like boys and girls."

"Oh. . . Huh. Neat."

Kon seemed nervous. Why was he nervous? Did he think they would accept him? That would be dumb if him, Bart was pretty sure he had mentioned how things worked in the future. So maybe he was worried about Tim? But why would he worry about Tim? Tim was their best friend. Why would Tim judge?

Kon was, in fact, looking at Tim now.

"Okay. Thank you for trusting us," Tim said with a smile.

A forced smile. His face was carefully controlled, even Bart could see that. Kon could definitely see it.

"Sorry if this uh, makes anything weird?"

Tim just shook his head. "No, you don't need to apologize, Kon. We want you to feel comfortable with us."

Kon nodded once, but stayed quiet. Bart glanced between them, as they were staring at each other, then sighed sadly, picking up his DS again.

Loneellyyyyy, I'm so lonnnellyyyy.

Ohmigodohmigodohmigodohmiodohmigodohmigodohmigodohmigodohmigodohmigodohmigodohmigod

Tim's brain had been screaming that for hours now, ever since Kon had come out.

So sue him for going to Blüdhaven instead of Gotham.

He banged on the window that he knew Dick climbed in and out of, waiting until the other vigilante slid it open.

"You know I have a front door, right?" Dick asked, leaning on the window sill.

"I know but I need to talk, are you free?"

"Not particularly."

Dick pointed behind him and Tim looked past to see a couple of the Titans inside, eating pizza that he could just now smell. His mouth started watering.

"Let him in, Dickiebird! We'll stay quiet!"

Dick squinted at Tim, but he knew it was directed to Roy.

"Yeah, fine, you can come in if you still want to talk with them here."

Tim found himself sat on the only free armchair, pizza in hand. He looked at the Titans, and then shrugged, taking a breath.

"You know that guy I was telling you about," Tim started warily, not wanting to out Kon to all of his brothers friends.

"The one you liked?"

"Yeah. The one with the dark hair."

Dick nodded. Thankfully he had picked up that Tim was trying to avoid names.

"He just told me that he's bi."

"Hey! That's great!" Dick exclaimed, grinning.

"Yeah. . ."

"You gonna tell him, or?"

Tim was silent for a bit, munching on his pizza.

"Should I? But what about the other . . ."

"Oh you're right," Dick scowled at the floor.

The Titans exchanged looks.

"What's going on?" Donna asked finally.

"Tim here has a crush on two separate guys, who are pretty close friends," Dick explained vaguely.

"Oh, classic. That sucks dude," Wally said, nodding and looking thoughtful.

It was Roy who shrugged and said the words that would be stuck on Tim's mind for the next month.

"Date them both."

Well step one had failed ultimately. Or well, rather, it went amazing.

But he was still stuck with having crushes on both Tim and Bart.

The problem is - as Tim had also previously complained about, unbeknownst to Kon - Tim is like, straight straight, and Bart just doesn't seem interested in relationships.

So he was so fucking screwed.

He was just laying in bed, moping and feeling sorry for himself, when there was a shout from downstairs.

"Kon! There's a girl on the phone for ya!"

Kon scowled at the ceiling. Phone? It was probably Cassie. But what could she want. With a sigh he pushed himself out of bed, grabbing a shirt and putting it on as he walked downstairs.

"Ma, where's the phone?" He asked as he got downstairs, stopping in the kitchen where Ma Kent was aggressively kneading dough.

She pointed at a wireless phone on the counter so he grabbed it, stepping out onto the back deck.

"Hello?"

"Hi. I'm tired of playing babysitter, come pick Bart up."

"Cissie?"

"Yep. Hi."

"Wait, babysitter? What's going on?"

Cissie paused, speaking to someone else on the other end of the phone.

"Yeah. Max left Bart in my charge for the day and I can't handle his moping anymore."

"Moping? Bart, moping?"

"It doesn't sound believable, but come get him and you'll see."

"Okay, let me to ask Ma."

40 minutes later, Kon was landing outside Cissie's house, knocking on the door out of courtesy before walking in. He first thing he noticed was one Bart Allen laying on the sofa, staring at the tv.

"Bart?"

"Kon!"

And just like that the ginger was hugging him tightly, eyes squeezed close as he squeezed around Kon's stomach. Kon just grunted lightly and hugged Bart back.

"Hey, imp. What's with you? Sis said you've been moping?"

"I-" Bart pulled away, scowling. "Not moping."

Kon snorted, but scooped Bart up, tossing him over his shoulder easily. Bart squealed in protest, grabbing Kon's belt loops.

"Where's Cissie anyway?"

"Dunno."

Kon carried him through the house, not even bothered by his weight. He weighed like maybe a 100 pounds anyway. They found Cissie in her bedroom, painting her nails and listening to music.

"What are you doing? Leaving a child unattended like this?"

Cissie looked up, eyebrow raising.

"What are you doing? Carrying a child like a sack of potatoes?"

"He's not a child."

"You just called him a child!"

Kon just grinned at Cissie and she rolled her eyes.

"Anyway, feel free to take him home."

"Really, you're just gonna do that?" Kon asked, feeling shocked that Cissie would just dump Bart, one of her best friends, on him like this.

"Yeah. It's you he wants to hang out with anyway."

"Cissie!" Bart complained, bracing his hands against Kon's back.

"Am I wrong?!"

"Shut up!"

Okay what was going on here?"

"Just have him back by like, I dunno, what time was Max coming to get you?"

"Nine."

"Okay. Have him back by eight thirty."

So Kon ended up leaving with Bart.

They raced back to Kansas, causing sonic booms and destroying a few fields along their way, but Bart was laughing and having fun, so that's all that really mattered.

When they got back to the farm, Ma Kent immediately had some chores for them to do, so they spent a few hours doing that and then stumbled inside, crashing on Kon's bed, side by side, still giggling from something Kon had said. Bart looked over at him, going quiet, smiling softly.

"What?" Kon asked, not knowing that he was also smiling back.

"Nothing. I just missed you."

"Oh."

Silence. Bart's eyes were really gold.

Why were they gold?

Who knows, but they're gorgeous. Kon really likes his eyes.

And then he was leaning in and lightly kissing Bart.

There was this slight pause, before their lips met, where he was leaning in. They were just inches apart, breath mixing, noses almost touching. Kon looked up at Barts beautiful golden eyes, as they both hesitated. It would have only been a mere second for anyone without speed based powers, but for them, the moment stretched out for a while. Kon was waiting, giving Bart the opportunity to pull away, to set down boundaries.

But then Bart's eyes slid shut and he tilted his face up towards Kon. This was permission if Kon had ever seen it, and he closed the small distance, lightly pressing their lips together.

It was soft and sweet and timid. Bart's lips were slightly chapped, probably from all the running in the wind - could he get Tim or Wally to make a super hydrating chapstick formula? - but Kon couldn't care less, because he was kissing Bart.

Kon pulled away first, pulling back far enough to look at Bart, who was steadily grinning more and more, slowly pulling his eyes open.

"You-"

Then he giggled, and kept giggling, rolling away and pressing his face into the sheets.

"What?" Kon asked, confused. But Bart kept giggling and Kon frowned. "What?!"

Kon rolled over so he was practically laying on top of Bart, tickling him, causing him to laugh harder, squealing and trying to get away from Kon. Obviously he didn't actually want to, or he would have been on the other side of the room by now.

By the time Bart finally stopped laughing, they were both in stitches, just grinning at each other as they gasped for air.

"Okay, what was so funny?" Kon asked finally, once he could breathe properly.

Bart took a deep breath, staring up at the ceiling.

"I thought you were in love with Tim."

Kon blinked at him. "Oh."

Bart didn't respond, but did look over. Kon was silent for a bit.

"Which is. . . Honestly totally fair, because-"

Bart was rambling, but Kon was starting to realize that maybe, maybe, Bart had been in love with him.

"Bart-"

"And like, he's really pretty and I totally understand-"

"Bart."

"Because like, I'm kinda in love with him too."

"I like you both."

They had both spoken at the same time. There was about two seconds and then Bart was sitting up quickly, looking down at Kon.

"Could you run that by me one more time?" He asked, eyes wide.

"Uh. I like you both?"

Bart blinked at him, then grinned, flapping his hands slightly in excitement. Well, slightly for Bart. They were going slightly blurry.

"Oh my god I thought I was insane."

"What?"

Bart dove at him, and Kon grunted as Bart landed on his chest, chin on his breastbone.

"I thought I was crazy for being in love with both of my best friends. Well. Actually it's not that crazy for me. The future is like, super chill about relationships and stuff. But like, nowadays people think things like that are weird and-"

"Bart, what are you talking about?"

Bart scowled, looking away as he thought.

"Urggh, what's the current word for it?"

He scrunched up his nose, and Kon felt this pang of just pure emotions.

"Oh! Polyamory!"

Kon blinked once, then twice, then a third time. And it was clear Bart realized he may have made a mistake.

"Kon-"

"Wait. Like. Dating both of you?"

"Yeah, it's a thing in the future, I know a lot of people aren't comfortable with it and-"

Bart slid off of Kon, standing and starting to pace slightly.

"I just, I really like both of you and I want both of you and-"

Bart kept talking, but Kon was just staring at the wall now, thinking about this. Why had he never thought about this. Dating both Tim and Bart? It might be a little strange at first. And as Bart said, a lot of people probably aren't comfortable with it.

Bart had apparently out-worried himself and collapsed on the bed next to Kon, their legs touching as Bart looked up at him.

"Kon?"

"Yeah?" He asked, looking down.

"Can I kiss you again?"

Bart's golden eyes were wide and pleading. Puppy dog eyes. Who had taught that boy puppy dog eyes. Kon just ducked his head and pressed his lips to Bart's lightly. Bart sighed softly, pressing up into him.

"Boys?! Didn't Bart have to be back by eight thirty!?"

......

Tim was probably going to cry.

Okay not actually but he was kinda sad now so that's fine.

Reason for his sadness? Bart and Kon had gotten together two days ago.

Yup, you read that right. His two best friends who he's being incredibly gay for pretty much since he met them are now dating.

It's fine.

He's fine.

He's not.

When he had found out it felt like a knife through his chest. His breath had been stolen and he had wanted to cry, but he had to smile and fake that he was happy for them. They grinned back and would cling on each other and kiss each other and it was painful.

It was so painful.

And he didn't see the frowns and side glances and every little hint that they were doing this for his attention, to see how he'd react.

He was just heartbroken.

It would have sucked if had just been one. It had sucked when Kon and Cassie dated, but not quite like this did. Because he hadn't been in love with Cassie and he hadn't been in love Kon back then. But no he was in love with both Kon and Bart and now they were together .

He kinda felt like crying.

He had gotten out of there as fast as possible, and sat on a gargoyle, staring off the roof and pretending he was patrolling.

He may have ended up avoiding Bart and Kon for the next few days, just because he can't. He couldn't be around them, and be with them and yet not with them.

It hurt so much because he thought that he and Kon had actually had something. He wasn't that dumb, he could tell when they were flirting. He knew that. He knew it happened a lot. And yet Kon had gotten with Bart.

He was jealous.

He was so jealous.

He hated how jealous he was.

He hated this so much.

"Why is he so difficult?"

"He's a brains over emotions, person, Bart. Patience."

"I'm not patient."

"I know," Kon said with a laugh, pulling Bart down into his lap.

Bart huffed, putting an arm around Kon's neck and pressing his forehead against Kon's head.

"What's wrong?"

They both looked up at Max as he walked in, raising an eyebrow at them.

"Tim."

Max raised an eyebrow, looking from his ward to Kon.

"Still trying to get him to date you two?"

"Yeah. He's avoiding us now."

"I think we should just go and talk to him," Bart grumbled.

"And I think we should give him space. He's clearly upset by us dating."

Max just nodded for a moment, sipping from the glass in his hand.

"Conner, I think I have to agree with Bart here. He's not going to realize what you want from him if you don't talk to him. Those Bats boys are like that."

The Max turned and walked out. Bart grinned at Kon smugly, and he just sighed

"Fine. Talk to him," he agreed. "Do you want to do it, since you did so good with me?"

"Yes! I'll see you tomorrow?"

"Wait, Bart-"

Bart kissed him and then disappeared in a shower of sparks. Kon sighed and shook his head, standing and picking up his backpack, calling a goodbye to Max as he walked out.

Tim nearly screamed when Bart appeared with a shower of sparks and a burst of wind, sending his papers flying.

"Oops!"

In another burst of light, the papers were gently replaced in their rightful spots. Tim sighed and looked up to Bart, who was now standing at his elbow, just in civilian wear.

"Bart?" He asked by way of a greeting, setting down his pencil.

"Hi! Watcha doing?"

"Homework."

"Oh. Boo. Homework is boring."

"Don't you have homework?"

"Technically yes, but Kon was over so I did it all super fast, don't tell Max though, and now I'm here because I want to talk to you!"

Tim raised an eyebrow, turning his desk chair to face Bart.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong, I just wanted to ask you about something."

Bart hopped up on his desk, his little legs swinging. He was grinning, but he looked a little nervous, all the same.

"Okay. Shoot."

Bart hesitated.

Bart Allen hesitated.

This should have clued Tim in on what Bart was wanting to ask. It was apparently a very serious topic if Bart Allen hesitated to speak his mind.

"You know how Kon and I got together the other day?"

"I'm aware," Tim bit out, teeth clenched, trying to keep the scowl off his face. He wouldn't snap at Bart.

Bart bit his lip, looking down at the floor. He was hesitating again. And suddenly he looked a lot more nervous. Then he looked up, made eye contact with Tim, and then slid off the desk.

Before Tim could register what Bart was doing, the ginger had leaned down and was kissing him.

Tim shoved him off quickly, and was up, out of his chair and several steps back.

"What the hell?!"

"What?" Bart was staring at him with wide, worried eyes.

"Bart! You can't just do that! Not when you're dating Kon! What the hell?!"

Bart sighed, hanging his head and stepping back.

"I'm doing this wrong. Don't- just wait."

Tim scowled at him, putting his hands on his hips.

"What the hell is going on?"

Bart shoved a hand into his poofy hair, then turned to face Tim.

"We want you. We both want you. We want to be with each other, but we want to be with you, too."

Bart looked so sincere, and he looked scared. He was giving Tim this mixed look of fear, hope, love, and longing.

Tim went silent.

He hated to admit it, but his brain immediately went logical, examining all of the things Bart had just said to him, taking them apart word by word and making sure he fully understood what was happening. He looked at this with a very cynical thought process. And he ignored the part of his mind that was freaking out because of what Bart's proposal had meant.

"Tim?" Bart's voice asked, and now he mostly sounded scared. "If you don't- just let me know and I'll never mention it again."

Tim didn't respond.

They wanted to be with him. Clearly they had discussed this, and apparently quite a lot, if it had reached the point of actually bringing it up to Tim. Bart wanted to be with Tim, Kon wanted to be with Tim. Tim wanted to be with both of them. They could all date. Yes they'd have to hide it from the public, because people wouldn't approve of this type of relationship. But what did it matter. Tim already knew Dick would approve, and he suspected Bruce wouldn't have a problem with it. Maybe the Kent's would. But it's not like Kon cared what Clark said, Martha and Jonathan on the other hand. . .

Bart was still staring at him, wringing his hands, and Tim remembered that he needed to give some kind of reaction. Something. Anything before Bart started getting upset.

"Bart."

The ginger's head snapped up and Tim realized he was too late, Bart was already upset.

He walked over and grabbed Bart's hands, squeezing them, then moving his hands up to his face.

"Bart."

Bart blinked at him, his eyes weren't quite wet yet, but they were certainly close. Tim didn't know what to say. He wasn't good with emotions. So he leaned in and gently kissed Bart again. There was about a half a second of a pause and then Bart was eagerly pressing into him, hands grabbing onto Tim's arms, squeezing as they kissed. Squeezing as they backed up until Tim's shins hit his bed and they were toppling over, lips parted as their kiss deepened.

"Does this mean?" Bart breathed out, their breath mixing as he had just barely pulled away.

"I want it," Tim confirmed, and pulled Bart back in for another kiss.

Kissing Bart was exciting and new. It was like jolts of electricity running through him and yet soft and sweet and practically frustrating with how gentle it was. He wanted more and yet didn't want to lose this soft perfect kiss.

"Kon's gonna be so stoked," Bart mumbled, kissing Tim's jaw lightly.

"Tell him tomorrow," Tim told Bart, keeping his arms hooked over Bart's shoulders, keeping him down.

"Tomorrow."

Kon wasn't that surprised when Bart practically accosted him the moment he walked into the headquarters. He wasn't surprised when Bart leaned up and kissed him. He wasn't surprised when Bart pulled him away, into a side room they rarely used, that seemed a bit like an office.

He was surprised when Tim was sitting in front of a table, reading a book. And he was surprised when Bart zipped over to their fearless leader and bent down, kissing him gentle.

"Oh," Kon said, pieces falling into place. "Talk went well then?"

He shut the door behind him, and watched as Tim closed his book, standing.

"If you still want me," Tim said softly, glancing up and down over Kon.

"Of course, I do."

Kon walked over, grinning. He was happy. This was what he wanted. This was good. This was perfect. He put his hands on Tim's hips, tugging him in.

"Can I kiss you?"

"Please."

Kon bent down and gently kissed him, and Tim was immediately pressing back into him.

"We're really gonna have to talk about sharing, aren't we?" Bart asked, and they both pulled away, laughing.

Yeah. This was going to be good. Kon could feel it. They would have their fights, and their bumps in the road. But it would be good. It would be worth it.

@core-disaster-week-2020

#timkonbart week #core disaster week #timkonbart #core disaster #tim drake #conner kent #bart allen #queerbutstillhere writes #queerbutstillhere

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smolstrawberrychara · 5 years

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October Klance Prompts - 13/10 - Scary Movie

Never underestimate my power to turn an ordinary prompt into fluff

Scary Movie - horror actor Lance rushes home when his baby girl is ill ♥️

“Cut!”

Lance did not miss the way his co-star groaned at the call, rolling her eyes as she slumped off to get some water. Nyma always was a bit of a diva. But this time Lance agreed, throwing his head to the ceiling and stamping his foot.

“Lance!” The director jogged over form his chair as tech milled around trying to re-put together the set. “What’s going on?”

“Argh Coran, I’m sorry, let’s just go again.” And before he could answer Lance already took position forcing his shoulders loose. This was an important scene. Killer clown facing off with the heroine for the last time. And Lance kept messing it up.

But instead of calling ‘action’, Coran moved again, sidling up to Lance and placing a firm hand to his back. “Is something going on?”

Lance sighed. “It’s nothing.”

It wasn’t nothing. Lance just needed to get this scene over and done with as quickly as possible and was frustrated that he couldn’t get any of his lines right, let alone not trip over the set. Killer clowns did not trip.

Coran didn’t move. Instead he smoothed his hand over Lance’s back until he reached his shoulder and gave a tight squeeze.

“You’re my top actor. You’re never off form. So when you struggle like this, don’t think that I can’t see you! Now tell me, what’s wrong?”

Lance sighed again. A longer one this time that seemed to deflate his body as he rolled his head forward.

“Keith called during the break. Sammie’s ill and he’s been called into work early so I’ve gotta go home and look after her which would have been fine but then I keep messing up this scene and it’s taking too long and Keith’s gotta go in like 10 minutes!”

What had started off as a simple simple statement had rocketed into stress and Lance was left huffing up at the clock. He was supposed to be home by now.

“Ahh,” Coran noised almost in a hum, voice a smooth calmness he never seemed to lose. It was something that made him such a great director to work with. “So your daughters ill.”

Lance nodded. The image of his poor girl curled up on the sofa with a small frown on her face instead of reaping havoc like usual made his stomach hurt.

“How old is she?”

“Three next month.” Lance said easily. He could still remember the day the foster home called him to tell them the news they’d be getting a daughter. Lance had been nervous at the prospect of a baby, an older kid might have meant less broken nights. But when he held Sammie in his arms for the first time, he couldn’t bare the thought of putting her down - even Keith struggled to get a cuddle in that first day. And now she was old enough to go to nursery. And couldn’t leave her daddy Keith alone. Lance wasn’t jealous. But it was definitely because of the hair. Papa Lance didn’t have long hair and Sammie had a penchant for plaiting - a skill Lance taught her by the way!

“You should go.”

Lance stopped his thoughts. He blinked at Coran, but the man just slapped him on the back again, hard enough to make Lance stumble.

“You should go.” He repeated, before taking on a wistful glow “I remember when my niece was that age. Couldn’t bear to part with her, much to the annoyance of her father. So I understand. There’s more to life than the workplace. Go be with your daughter, we’ll reshoot tomorrow. Sound good?”

Lance couldn’t believe his luck.

“Sounds great! Thank you so much Coran!”

The man simply smiled as Lance bounded off, rushing about the set to grab his things.

“Let me know how young Sammie’s doing!” Coran called, still in place.

“I will!” Lance yelled back over his shoulder, already out the door. If he hit all green lights he could be home in fifteen minutes. Keith would only be a few minutes late to work and Sammie could be sipping Lance’s classic homemade from the tin soup in no time!

As soon as he parked the car, Lance ran up the steps to the house, scrambling with his keys in his haste to burst through. “I’m home!” He called, slamming the door behind him and angling his head up the stairs.

“Hey- OH MY GOD!”

Keith had rounded the corner from the kitchen, when he came to an abrupt halt, throwing his hands into the air and taking on the face of a startled rabbit. His phone clattered to the floor as his body froze, eyes wider than dinner plates.

“What?” Lance yelped, whipping around to check there wasn’t a knife-wielding ghost behind him. Keith never got scared. Which meant mortal danger was imminent.

“What’s going on!? Are we okay!?”

Lance had expected Keith to switch into police mode then. Make a bunch of commands and kick ass. But instead, the man gave a sigh of relief slumping against the wall.

“Oh thank god.” Keith breathed, hand clutched to his chest. Lance gave him a curious look.

From further inside, there was a ringing voice, curious too. “Daddy?”

Sammie waddled out the kitchen, frowning at her dad. Then she noticed the phone and lost interest, crouching down to grab it. Sammie liked phones. She also liked sugary sweets. And her permanent sticky fingers were like cyanide to the screen. Keith immediately sprang back up in alarm. Lance was about to laugh but his worry was aimed right at Lance.

“You’re still in costume.” He hissed.

Lance was thrown. He looked down at his wrists to find mucky lace cuffs flouncing around his hands. Striking red polka dot sleeves led on from them, covered in rips and splatters of something darker. With an air of apprehension, Lance reached up to wipe his cheek. It was damp. And when he brought his hand back down, thick white paint covered his fingers.

“Oh crap!” Lance announced suddenly, “sorry Sammie!”

And then he bolted for the bathroom.

Lance scrubbed hard at his face with a flannel, bringing away layer upon layer of paint. The make-up team always did a thorough job, and despite having a mini heart attack every time he looked in the mirror at work Lance found the never-failing standard impressive. The large blue circles around his eyes never faltered and the dripping black triangles down his cheeks were always in the exact same spot. Now they were grey swirls as Lance desperately tried to remove it with soap and cold water. He’d spilt he last of his make-up remover down the sink in his haste and now mumbled angrily to himself as he rubbed his skin raw. Water dropped from his chin and he had to tie the clown suit around his waste like overalls to stop it getting ruined. God, how did he manage the drive over here without causing mass hysteria!? No wonder so many people had let him go at the turnings. He was a living nightmare.

There was a knock at the door. “Can I come in?” Keith called, a little thud indicating he’d let his head fall against the door sympathetically.

“Is Sammie with you?”

“No. I gave her some medicine and put her to bed.”

“Okay then.”

The door creaked open and Keith snuck in, smiling through the mirror.

“You could have told me you were busy. I would have phoned somebody else.”

Lance shrugged, throwing the cloth under the tap again. “Thought I’d finish earlier.”

He slapped the thing against his cheek, swiping at the white marks. Keith tutted, moving around to grab the flannel.

“Can I?”

“If you want.”

Keith nodded to the bath and Lance sighed, flopping onto the side of it. Keith reapplied the soap, folding the towel into fours and putting it under warm water. Then he kneeled down, reaching up to gently slide the cloth down Lance’s cheek.

“Better?”

“Better,” Lance breathed, letting his eyes slip shut. Keith’s touch was a lot nicer than the cheese grater Lance was treating his face with before. It was kind of like being in a spa. Or the early days of their relationship when Lance got ill and Keith would gently dab his forehead with a wet cloth, snuggling in close despite the risk of catching a cold. Lance relaxed into the bath, slowly leaning into Keith’s touch and humming to himself.

“Don’t you need to go to work?”

“Shiro’s covering.” Keith said easily. “Said I’ve got a killer clown to deal with.”

Lance snorted. “Maybe a clown sure.”

“You’re not a clown.”

“Think I am.” Lance said with a sigh. Keith moved the cloth away and Lance let his eyes fall open. “I ran all the way here without even thinking about changing. We have a two year old!? I could have killed her with the fright!”

Keith laughed softly. “I don’t think she saw.”

“She better not have.”

It was quiet a moment, just the buzz of the extractor fan above them.

“But why did you run?” Keith asked finally, placing the cloth on his knees. “I could have called someone else to babysit. Hell, I could have just told Captain Kolivan I couldn’t come in.”

“But I wanted to,” Lance said, feeling the words right down to his chest. “When you said Sammie was ill I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Even if you didn’t have work I’d still have wanted to be here. I was a mess on set. I kept tripping on the door I was breaking down and messing up my lines! It was so embarrassing! I don’t even know why! You were here! You had it under control! Me, on the other hand, I rush around looking like bloody murder!”

Lance huffed at the end of his speech. Keith had his head ducked, hiding small hiccups of laughter to himself. Lance would be mad if it wasn’t so infectious.

“I’m a mess.” Lance said eventually. Keith shook his head.

“You just care. And that’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

The man got to his feet, dumping the flannel in the sink and settling next to Lance on the tub.

“It’ll get easier.” He said, knocking their shoulders together, “but Sammie’s still so young. And we’re still so new to this. We’re gonna make mistakes. But I think it’s okay when they’re because we care.”

Lance hummed. Then he leaned down to rest his head on Keith’s shoulder. He always did have a knack of saying the right thing when he needed to. And it made Lance’s tummy warm.

“How is she?”

“Good. Says her stomach still hurts, but no vomiting since lunchtime.”

“Lovely.”

They sat quietly a moment.

“You wanna go watch the first killer clown film and fall asleep on the sofa?” Keith asked.

“It’s only my favourite lullaby.”

Keith laughed softly, squeezing Lance into his side before leaving to get the film ready. Lance splashed his face with water. He did feel like a mess. But somehow, Keith made him feel like it was okay.

A few hours later, Lance woke up with a warm weight on his chest. The couple had fallen asleep tangled up on the sofa - Lance against the cushions, Keith against Lance. Two mugs lay abandoned on the floor, corner of the blanket trailing in one and the remote lying face down on top of the other. The TV still glowed in the background. Lance clutched Keith close and tried to manoeuvre around to grab the remote. Keith gave a pathetic noise of protest.

“Just switching off the TV.” Lance whispered, ducking down to kiss his head before he froze. In front of the rolling credits was a shape blocking out the little white letters leaving the screen.

“Papa?”

Sammie turned around where she sat directly in front of the TV, tiny fist rubbing her eye. Lance’s stomach fell through the floor.

“Yes honey?” He asked, voice becoming high in his apprehension.

“I really liked that film.”

Lance had more problems on his hand than he thought.

#Klance fic #Klance #Klance fluff #monthlyklance #older Klance #Lance McClain #scary movie #actor lance #klance parents au #my post #my writing #sorry if the formatting is bad!!

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dietpitt · 5 years

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“Red” (Stan Pines x OC)

Hi everyone! Here’s the first of several commissions/trades I’m doing now that I’m back into the groove after months of endless chaos lol

This commission for the sweet and talented @cottoncandy-lion features a post @gfdatingsim reunion between Stan and her awesome Gransona/oc Bri! I had a blast writing it and am still so happy people loved the game enough to want more with their own character/self inserts! If you’re interested in commissioning me as well, shoot me a dm! :) Please enjoy! xx

Bri doesn’t typically have enough time on her hands for her mind to wander. She’s a woman with shit to do: bills to pay, lives to save, birdhouses to paint, people to knit for…

And yet, she finds herself reminiscing on the events of last June more and more as time goes on.

That summer, that oddball Pines family, that weird old Shack she crashed into… it was all so bizarre. Even now, there were times when it felt too surreal, too good to be true; surely, she had to have made it all up in her head.

It wasn’t totally impossible… Unusual, yes, but she did work in a practical fun-house of diseases… a fever dream paired with too much wine, and who knows what could happen?

But the most gripping of memories—ones so clear and persistent they refused to be ignored—all centered around him: the brash yet charming Stan Pines. One thought of his charisma and brazen attitude would have the sounds of his laughter echoing through her head, which was always the start of trouble… Bri’s consciousness would run away from her, lingering on the memory of his strong, sure arms holding her as they danced, the ghost of his hands on her waist, imprint of his lips on her neck sometimes so vivid they seemed seared into her skin—

Needless to say, it could result in a dropped stitch or two.

It wasn’t like she was smitten—she’s had her fair share of love affairs, and with two generations of little ones in her life, she’s seen a hell of a lot. She certainly didn’t expect anything more to come of the fun she had with Stan when they parted ways.

At least… she knew she shouldn’t… but maybe it was okay that she wanted something more? But one certainly couldn’t expect something like last summer to happen to the same person twice.

Bri held onto that sentiment, right up until she received a text one evening that made her jump out of her skin.

< ( Heya Red! )

< ( how’s it hanging doll? )

< ( bet you missed me! )

……

< ( shit, this is Stan by the way )

< ( hope I still got the right number )

< ( this is Bri right? )

“Holy fuck,” Bri blurts out. She even blinks twice, fixing her glasses on the bridge of her nose as she stares stunned at the notification on her phone screen. Disbelief eases into utter delight before ebbing into mild panic.

Her charcoal sketch ruined from her idle movement of her hands, Bri quickly sets her stuff aside to wash before touching her phone. As she lathers up, she’s almost giddy at the thought that he’s reached out again; much longer and she would have contacted him herself.

Truth be told, it hadn’t been that long since they’d gone back and forth a bit with messages and a phone call here and there. But anyone that knew Bri was aware of the fact that she could certainly be stubborn when rubbed the wrong way, and he’d stopped contacting her completely around the year mark of their meeting. After months of consistent pictures and video calls, they simply slowly fizzled out, and while Bri isn’t petty, she doesn’t care to wait around without promise.

Hands dried and thoughts (mostly) in order, she heads back to the living room and starts typing her response.

( Hi Stan. Yes, this is still Bri! ) >

( Nice to hear you’re not dead! ) >

( …You’re not dead, right? I’m not texting a resurrected zombie? ) >

< ( Ha ha nope, not dead yet anyway. You up for a call? )

Bri’s heart skips a beat.

( Of course ) >

Seconds later, the phone starts to play its standard jingle, vibrating with Stan’s name and picture across the screen. Thank God he’s not video calling this time—the bags under her eyes aren’t the ideal reunion look.

“Reeeddd, how are ya, gorgeous?” Stan drawls the nickname out, sounding genuinely delighted.

“Hey,” is all she can think to say, smiling to herself at the comfortable familiarity they slip into.

His excitement is contagious and his rough voice inescapably gives Bri goosebumps. “Where ya been, Pines?”

“’Pines?’ Aw Red, don’t be that way! I didn’t mean t’leave ya hangin’—honest!” The connection on his end is a bit crusty with what sounds like gusts of wind hitting the receiver.

“Yeah I know, I’m just giving you a hard time. I’m sure the reception inside the Bermuda Triangle is complete shit,” she chuckles.

Stan laughs along with her. “Well, yer not wrong. Hey, funny story ‘bout that place—s’not the water suckin’ all those ships up! But I’ll have to tell ya ‘bout that later.” His tone straightens out just a tad in preparation of something.

“So, uh, Ford and I are comin’ back through the pacific northwest coast—we’re at the top of Canada right now, where I’m freezin’ my ass off even though Ford says s’not nearly as cold as it should be—”

“Stan..”

Normally Bri would enjoy his tangents, but she wanted to make sure he was getting at what she thought he was getting at.

“Right, right,” he clears his throat before continuing. “Well, we’re gonna make a stop in Gravity Falls to visit the Shack before seein’ the kids down in California. Before we head inland, Ford needs t’collect more samples y’know, update some data from around the coast, so he’s gonna be goin’ off all around.”

“Sounds fun…”

“Well uh, so, I was wonderin’… if you’re not busy this week, and you’d be up for it, maybe… we could get together? I mean, I could hang back at the boat, or come t’you in Salem, I wouldn’t mind drivin’ and I wouldn’t wanna make ya come out here when I invited ya an’ yer actually on the way anyway. I just thought it might be fun since ya didn’t get t’see the Stan O’ War b’fore and Ford’d be off diggin’ up dirt somewhere so we’d be on our own this time.”

“Stan, tha—”

He seems to backtrack, words hurried and suddenly unsure.

“I know it’s kinda outta the blue and y’got yer job an’ shit, y’got kids, s’not like you can just drop everythin’ when I haven’t even talked t’ya lately— we can do a rain check—”

“Stanley!! I’d love to come!”

“Really??”

“Yes, really! A getaway trip to the beach with an old friend? I’m in.”

“Hot pumpkin pie! Sure you don’t mind the commute, Red?”

“’Course not! I have a day off from the hospital coming up, so we could make it a long weekend. Besides, since the grandkid started school again last month, it’ll just be me all by my lonesome for a while. A short road trip to the sea will do me good.”

“Red, that’s great! Ah man, I’ll get t’give you the grand tour, show ya all the spooky junk we’ve been collectin’…”

“It’ll be great to pick up where we left off,” Bri teased, echoing their parting words from that faithful June.

“Y-yeah—long overdue,” Stan laughs. “Well, I gotta go help Ford lift some cargo. Send ya the info later?”

“Definitely! See you soon, Stan.”

“See ya, Red.”

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It’s Thursday evening, and Bri is now only an hour away or so from the docks down by the Oregon bay. Smooth sailing so far, with only a couple of stops for food and gas, as she thankfully has her audiobook to keep her company.

It’s funny, being out on a road trip again so soon, under drastically different circumstances. Not only is it the opposite direction, but meeting Stan Pines and his brother wouldn��t be at the expense of her car and weeks of her life.

The entire thing really is serious déjà vu. As she packed her weekend bags, Bri found herself fretting about what to wear, much like before her and Stan’s big diner date. She even packed the same red jumpsuit she wore that night before realizing and replacing it with a newer dress he wouldn’t have seen yet.

She didn’t really know what to properly expect from this weekend… she knew deeply what she wanted, and had an inkling that Stan very likely wanted the same on at least some level… I mean, c’mon… he wants to ‘show her his boat’? ‘Give her the tour’? He definitely wants to fuck.

And, while she may be too mature for booty calls, it’s clear this isn’t the case with… whatever it is Bri and Stan are. Frankly, she doesn’t care all that much about that now—she just wants to see him again and have a good time, which should be no problem.

She makes great time, in no small part thanks to being an Oregon native who knows her way around, and before long she’s pulling up into the tolled parking area near the port. With her duffel bag in one hand and her phone in the other, she confirms the location before proceeding to the docks.

She finds the dock number easily (number 618), and right there in its spot is a big grey trawler with all kinds of antenna and scientific odds and ends along the mast. There’s no mistaking the vessel—Stan’s name is right there in red paint along the bottom.

Bri sets her duffel down and cups her hands around her mouth, hoping her voice carries.

“HEY, 618! BOAT POLICE, OPEN UP!!”

It’s a beat before a gruff voice replies and the man pops into view.

“My life of crime, it haunts me both on land and at sea! Will I ever find peace in this world?!” Stan pops into view dramatically over the boat’s edge, a hand pressed to his forehead in mock dismay.

Bri smiles, always glad when he plays along. She makes a fake pistol with her hands, pointing it right at him. “That’s right, Pines! Your only option is to sprout gills, or get your ass down here.”

The sailor laughs as he releases the boarding ladder and makes his way down. “Well officer, when you ask so nicely…”

And just like that, he’s right there in front of her, looking so right in his Hawaiian button up and suede jacket; with the boat as the backdrop of her view, it’s like one couldn’t possibly picture him anywhere else. It was like a postcard, the perfect snapshot to a reunion she wasn’t so sure would ever come… but far from another dream, this was as real as it was the first time she saw him like this, waiting for her on the porch of The Mystery Shack.

“Hey, Red…” Stan says softly, finally, gaze fond and full of something she recognizes, but can’t bring herself to find the name of.

“C’mere, you,” Bri laughs, closing the space between them in a tight embrace. “Don’t be a stranger”.

He gives a breathy laugh, sighing in relief and returning the hug with gusto. “Missed ya, Bri. I’m glad you could make it.”

Her eyes close, savoring the warm reunion to his comfy chest as she replies, “Glad to be here.” She finally lifts her head, their eyes meeting. That same familiarity takes over, joy filling her chest.

Stan, ever smooth, coughs into his hand to cloak a nervous smile. Bri picks up on his jitters, sliding out of his embrace slowly.

“You look great”, she compliments. “The salty air really does wonders, huh?”

Stan snorts, scratching the back of his head and shoving his hands back into his pockets.

“Me? Nah nah, it’s all the fish I’m eatin’. Gives me this ‘mercurial glow’”, he chuckles, rubbing at the back of his neck. “But you—y’look good!”

“Just good?”

He rolls his eyes. “Stunning, gorgeous, ethereal! Out of this world!” He throws his arms in emphasis.

“That’s the right answer,” Bri nods, patting Stan on the shoulder approvingly. “So, what’s the plan big guy?”

“Well, of course I wanna show you all the bells and whistles on this beaut,” Stan pats the side of his boat, “But honestly, I’ve been on this puppy for nearly a week straight, so uh, if y’wanna get a drink or somethin’ to eat, I’m buyin’.”

“I thought you’d never ask! Oh—wait, uh, can I change first?” She asks, gesturing to herself in her casual outfit of flannel and high-waisted, literal mom jeans.

“What for? I told ya, y’look radiant,” he playfully runs his eyes up and down her body.

“I know, and acknowledge that truth, but I’ve also been stewing in a car for hours and would love to freshen up,” she laughs.

“Ah—right, o’ course,” Stan smiles apologetically, swinging her duffel bag over his shoulder and gesturing to Stan O’ War. “Right this way, ma’am.”

He holds the ladder for her as she boards, then follows suit. Bri takes a look around the deck as Stan steps over, then leads her inside.

“Well—here she is! The Stan O’ War II. Not too shabby, right?” Stan stands tall, clearly proud of this vessel he now calls home. Not too shabby at all…

Cozy is the perfect way to describe it. Though probably not for the claustrophobic, it’s spacious enough to live comfortably. From this level, she can see all the amenities—a kitchen, dining area, even a sort of mini-lounge complete with seating and entertainment, right there by the lower hull.

“It’s lovely, Stan. Better than I pictured,” she smiles, running her hands across a banister and admiring the dark finish of the wood. “It definitely suits you—and I can definitely tell Ford lives here, too,” Bri chuckles, taking in the various maps along one wall and the built-in shelves of samples and do-dads that she’s sure are carefully cataloged, but seem miscellaneous to the casual viewer. There’s even various artifacts decorating the main room—wait, does that fish in the fish tank have three eyes?!

Before she can ask about it, Stan starts heading into the leftmost cabin down below.

“This is me an’ Sixer’s room,” he explains when you’re both safely down the ladder.

It’s larger than you’d think from above, with two full mattresses on opposite ends. Bri doesn’t even have to wonder whose side is whose, as the leftmost wall boasts scientific diagrams and notebooks on the bedside table, while the right has a framed photo of Stan and the twins, a monster movie poster, and a baseball bat leaned against the wall. Bri’s guessing Stan cleaned up for her, the sweetheart.

“I don’t know why, but I pictured you two in bunk beds,” she giggles.

“You joke, but we thought about it,” Stan smiles, handing Bri her duffel bag.

“Anyways, there’s a bathroom right here. You can lay yer stuff out too if y’want. Take yer time,” he says, and she thanks him before heading back up to give her some privacy.

Bri wastes no time in changing and primping, settling for a simple blue maxi dress and a classy wedge sandal to match Stan’s elevated-casual vibe. Plus, going pantsless after an entire day of tight jeans was just lovely. A final brush of the hair and shift of the glasses and she’s ready to go, grabbing her denim jacket and heading upwards.

Stan’s attention quickly shifts from the seaside view to her, eyebrows shooting up his forehead as he whistles. “Well, hellooooo, nurse!”

“Oh hush,” she slaps his arm playfully, blush on her cheeks not lost on him. “C’mon, take me to dinner already, I’m starving.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

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“Dinner” turned out to be a couple glasses of sangria for Bri , and four Mai Tais for Stan; with the impulse addition of the shrimp kababs, it was turning out to be pretty great.

“So let me get this shit straight, Pines,” Bri manages through a fit of giggles. “You avoided the Banshee by—”

“Pretendin’ to be her lost baby while Ford got back to the ship for the iron horseshoe gun,” he confirms, taking another swig of his drink. “I’m a genius, I know, hold your applause for next Oscar season.”

Bri wipes a tear from her eye, still trying to compose herself, “Stan—oh god! I would’ve paid to see that.. but oh, that poor, poor woman… you’re so mean!”

“Look, she’s a specter of death, alright—I’d be wailin’ for eternity if we hadn’t knocked her around a lil’.”

“Oh, I know, I know. Guess I just tend to root for the mother, y’know?” Bri sighs.

Stan finishes his kebab, going in for yet another swig of sweet fruity goodness as he slings his arm over the back of his chair, settling in. “How uh— is that, by the way? Havin’ lil’ human copies of ya runnin’ around?”

“Having kids? Oh, it’s fuckin’ terrible.” They both burst into laughter, snickering into their glasses.

“No, but really, it’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me. A gift, a privilege, no other feeling like a mother’s love, all that mushy shit you’ve heard a million times,” she swirls her sangria, plucking the orange slice from the rim and taking a bite. “But it’s not for everyone, of course.”

Stan shakes his head, lips pursed in thought, “Yeah no kiddin’. One copy of me’s enough.”

“Oh, give yourself some credit,” Bri says sweetly, bringing a hand to his arm. “You’re a great guy—and an awesome uncle.”

Stan’s glances down at the contact approvingly, making no move to break away. Instead,

Bri feels his foot tap hers under the table (mindful of her open-toed shoes), making her snicker.

“Yeah, bein’ an uncle’s pretty fuckin’ great,” he confirms. “Get t’have all the fun, none of the college tuition outta my pocket.”

“Bastard,” she jokes, getting a light kick to his ankle in for good measure. “But really—you give those kids a hoot and a holler, and from what I can tell, last Summer wasn’t even the half of it.”

Stan brightens. “You’ve only heard the kid versions of the stories, too. Wait’ll you get the real deal—it’ll knock your socks off.”

At the mention of last June, Bri’s mind hones in on those same memories from before, enhanced by the man himself being right there in front of her. And damn, he looks cute too, all red-faced and smarmy.

Bri’s foot moves from the floor ever so slightly to run up past Stan’s ankle, circling it playfully. “I’m not wearing socks, is the thing…” It gets the reaction she wants, because he clears his throat, grinning despite the blush to his ears.

When she moves back down, then up again—higher this time, up to his calf—Stan leans in closer to her over the table, smile smug and eyes dark behind his thick-rimmed glasses. Looks like some footsie under the table was finally the sign he needed to quit the cutesy shit, as endearing as it is.

“So, Red,” he says, gaze darting down to the cleavage at the top of her dress.

“Yes?” She places her hand on his and he licks absently before his eyes move back up to her pink lips, finally meeting her chocolate eyes.

“The other day, when y’said ‘pick up where we left off’… you did mean—”

“You know what I meant, Stan,” Bri says shortly, taking another sip of her drink.

“Jesus—sure hope I do,” he cackles.

“I want you to fuck me, Stan,” she states, amazingly straight-faced. Stan sits straight up at that, tugging on his collar and giving a quick glance around with a nervous chuckle.

“W-well! I wouldn’t wanna disappoint,” he grins like a maniac as he clears his throat, shifting back into confidence. Suddenly, the table between them seemed like it could disintegrate at any moment.

“You want that boat tour now, Red?”

She simply nods, beginning to put on her jacket. Stan throws back the last bit of liquor in his tumbler and slams a handful of bills on the table.

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Once safely aboard, Stan wastes no time getting on with the “tour”, pouring a couple glasses of champagne as Bri looks around some more, making her way to the pilothouse window.

“The sunset is gorgeous—you get this view every day?” She laughs, shrugging off her jacket. Stan’s made his way to her, champagne in hand and one less button of his shirt buttoned.

“Nah, not in Alaska. The Northern Lights are pretty nice, though,” he says matter-of-factly, offering her a glass.

There’s a moment then that Bri looks between the horizon, the bubbling glass, then the man holding it. And it’s then that she realizes she’s painted dozens of sunsets like this before, but there’s someone in front of her right now that outshines even the real thing.

She takes the glass, silently placing it on the table next to her, hands settling instead on Stan’s exposed, hair-covered chest. She raises to the tips of her toes, bringing her lips effortlessly upon his in a tender, cathartic action that’s absolutely fantastic.

Stan hums, haphazardly placing his own glass on the counter, not sparing the alcohol that spilt a single glance as his eyes flutter close, deepening the kiss with fervor. Bri nearly whimpers, a shock of desire and adrenaline shooting through her body when his tongue plays at her lips— he tastes like cherry and rum, her like citrus and mint, and the kiss is a delicious sensation cocktail all its own.

Bri breaks the kiss to loop her arms around Stan’s neck, but as she goes back in, the glasses on their faces knock together, each pair skewing on its owners’ respective noses. They break out into laughter, the moment eased of its urgency and Stan going a bit red now, embarrassed when not caught up in the rush.

“Bedroom,” Bri says simply, removing her glasses with one hand and taking Stan’s wrist by the other, leading the way to the cabin ladder. He goes down first, admittedly sloppy in his hurried descent, but nonetheless well enough to hold Bri steady as she follows. When she turns around he’s still here, leaning his weight against the ladder with her caught between his arms; he goes for her neck with a playful nip of his teeth, and Bri nearly feels dizzy from his stubble on her skin.

“Fuck,” is all she can say, gripping his shirt tight into fists. “Stan…”

“Ah, yep. Right there,” he whispers, pulling away and looking down at her with a cheeky grin.

“W-what?” She searches his face for a clue as to what he means exactly. Her head’s not exactly clear at the moment, and it didn’t really—

“Right there,” he repeats, shit-eating grin full of pure delight. He mimics her then, saying his own name in a breathy sigh as she just had when he sucked at her neck. “That’s where we left off last time.”

Bri’s indignant for a beat, cheeks as red as the hair on her head before shoves Stan back, freeing herself from his trap and grabbing him by his shirt collar, kissing him hard.

“I can hit you across the top of your head,” she teases against his lips, urging him to walk backwards with her assertive grip, “if you wanna be where we really left off.”

“’M good,” he laughs, knees hitting the back of the bed and falling back onto it, taking Bri with him. She makes herself comfortable in his lap, placing her glasses on the night stand and taking a second to turn the family photograph with the twins face-down to spare their pure, innocent eyes.

It’s a good thing she did too, as it gets hot and heavy pretty fast cuz fuck is Stan good at foreplay. Though some may think making out childish, those kisses and pets in the El Diablo were crumbs compared to this, compared to the thrill of his fingers slipping the thin straps of her dress and her bra off her shoulders, the trail he blazes as his mouth moves to the valley of her breasts, one hand deftly massaging her upper thigh underneath the pooled fabric, other expertly undoing her bra and flinging it away. Bri giggles as he nuzzles her soft flesh, kissing a freckle here and there before making her gasp as he takes her pert nipple into his hot, wet mouth. She coos his name approvingly, lovingly, running her hands through his gray hair as he sucks and licks her, hand at her thigh slipping between her legs and to her clit, rubbing through the fabric of her panties.

Need ravaging her body, Bri grinds down on Stan’s lap, earning a growl and lustful glare from the man below her. She draws away from him after a moment, setting to work on ridding him of his pants.

“So, Stan… you know I take health very seriously,” she muses, hands undoing his belt, button, and zipper as she speaks.

“Y-yeah, ooh,” the old man groans as she pulls back the elastic of his boxers, arousal free and sensitive to the cool air.

“And safe sex is an absolute must…”

“O-oh,” Stan starts to sit up, reaching for his nightstand drawer and rummaging through it frantically before Bri stops him.

“Have you been sticking your dick in any sea monsters lately?

“W-what? No--” Stan blanches, definitely caught off guard by the question.

“Lizard people? Mysterious ectoplasm?”

“Not exactly my type, so no,” he finally rolls his eyes playfully and returning his hands to her body as she pushes him back to the bed.

“Then we’re good. Unless… you like accessories?” She says simply, slipping out of her underwear and dress completely before re-mounting him.

“Sweet Moses,” is all he can articulate upon seeing her nude in her entirety. Stan’s hands unsure of where to go first before settling on her ass and drawing her towards him as she feels up his broad chest then down his torso, stomach, and finally to his hard cock under her.

He slides in, perfectly, sinfully, and they both groan at the pleasure-filled sensation, cursing under their breaths. Bri leans back, head rolling on her shoulders as she’s enraptured by the way he stretches her, how she can grind down on him just right.

And Stan— he’s absolutely breathless, in heaven at the sight of this sexy woman, whose mouth’s agape in pleasure and breasts bounce as she rides him, red hair falling into her face and across her dark, alluring eyes. He tells her so, showering her with verbal praise and affection and suddenly Bri believes his nickname for her is the most erotic, loving sound in the world, falling from his lips in such sweet tones.

It’s more than he can stand after a while, and in one fell swoop he flips them both, pinning Bri against the downy sheets of the bed with a growl, set to make good on his promise at dinner to fuck her so right that she sees stars.

Bri can only cling to him as he moves, arms hooked around his shoulders and nails digging into his flesh, her desperate moans and loud profanity even rivaling Stan’s, sprinkled among the sweet nothings he pants in her ear, forehead pressed against hers.

“Fuckin’ Christ, Red, yer so gorgeous, so goddamn good— been wantin’ this for so fuckin’ long—"

The fiery coil in Bri’s belly grows tighter, molten hot as they go at each other, needy and passionate, over a year’s worth of sexual tension boiling through their veins and radiating out of their very bodies. It’s once his thrusts become erratic that he beckons her to come for him, slamming his hips into her and reaching between her legs, making her entire body tense and quake as she comes with a cry of his name and to the powers that be, Stan dragged with her over the edge with a rumbling groan.

His thrusts slow to a stop as they both try to catch their breaths, Stan settling on top of the redhead for a moment, careful not to crush her under his full weight. They share a smile, Bri running her hands through Stan’s hair fondly, earning an appreciative hum.

“That- shit, that was…”

“Fucking incredible,” Bri finishes, pulling his chin to her for another sultry kiss.

“Careful now,” he warns, shifting to her side and up to his feet, “you’ll get me started again.”

“You think you’re up for that? ‘Cuz I’d be up for that,” she says, catching the towel Stan tosses her way and cleaning up a bit.

Stan returns back to her side on the bed, pulling back the sheets. “Shit I’d love to—maybe you can sit on my face ‘er somethin’ while I catch up,” he laughs.

“Fuck yes,” she laughs, letting her excitement at the idea show, “God, this weekend is going to be great.”

“I was thinkin’, actually,” Stan says, finally settling in under the covers with Bri against his chest. “How ‘bout you come with us on our way back to Gravity Falls? You could stay here a little longer and when Sixer gets back, we can head over and drop you off in Salem.”

Bri purses her lips, thinking it over as she plays with the gold chain around Stan’s neck.

“You… want to escort me?”

He chuckles, taking off his own glasses and placing them next to hers on the nightstand. “Sure, you could put it that way.”

She smiles, kissing him sweetly on the cheek. “I think that sounds like a wonderful idea.”

Stan grins, wrapping his big, burly arms around her before he yawns, sleep catching up to them both.

Bri’s eyes fall closed. She feels safe, warm, and oh-so happy in this man’s embrace.

“Goodnight, Stan.”

“G’night, Red.”

Her dreams that night are filled with Stan— but rather than those same memories that’ve swirled in her head for months and months, it’s of this night, and of the potential the coming days hold for them together.

#stan pines x reader #gfdatingsim #swooning over stans #stanley pines x reader #grunkle stan x reader #cottoncandy-lion #lemon #commission #my writing

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demyrie · 5 years

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Maybe someone’s already asked, but do you have any other BNHA OTPs/Ships?

NO HISS ERASERMIGHT ONLY I AM A MONOSHIP GREMLIN no really that’s what it feels like sometimes looool, but I do have other ships I genuinely enjoy and cheer on! I’m a basic bitch though. No edgy shit here, just the FDA approved Standard Queer BNHA Ships. But thanks for asking even if I’m boring!!

SILLY SHIPPING BLA BLA TO FOLLOW

Kiddo shippos! *DAB*

I love love love TodoDeku. Like. Todoroki just breathing steam through his nose every time oblivious Deku enters a room, shining with friendship? YES. Shouto hangs the moon by his gaze and their vibe is so soft and centered on healing!!! Shouto needs it. He needs the green boy love and it’s pretty much canon he’s never had a friend before and they both come from backgrounds of neglect and HE DOESN’T KNOW HOW TO PEOPLE OR BOND and *nodsnods*

MOMOJIROUUUUUUU *SCREAMS* PREP PUNK TWITTERPATION NATION they’re so in love and fashionable i cant, the sheer amount of blushing involved in a first kiss I jUST

Shinsou/anyone pretty much? in my hc he has a crush on the entirety of 1A and it gives Aizawa a fucking stomach ache of nerves and dread just like CHILD AT LEAST PICK ONE but no not that one not deku anyone but deku SHIT

TSUYURAKA OR WHATEVER ITS CALLED *SCREAMS LOUDER* FLOATY FROG LOVE HOW ARE THEY SO SOFT AHHHH guaranteed they just binge netflix and eat cake and popcorn and cuddle and Uraraka gathers tsu to her tummy fluff so her frog girl can stay warm and happy aaaaaaaaa it reminds me of me and Rae!

canonically I do appreciate Dekuraka because just … *squints* if we’re gonna have a het midoriya it’s mcfuckin whoppercute ai’ght let him blush and be a twitterpated kid ok…

IIDA/ANYONE LET MY BOY BE HAPPY. TodoIideku is pure bliss and any fractal of the triad is bliss. TodoIida is hilarious and wonderful -- their personalities are so funny, with Iida being SO EXTRA and Todoroki being singularly unflappable but also secretly Soft. But I also like Iida + Uraraka in context of tododeku?? Like ... they would be so cute ...

I love KiriBaku / Bakushima because it’s just s-s-s-so pure. Like, Kirishima is such a Good Boy that he melts Bakugou with the brightness of his smile and that’s a canonical miracle. The way the shippers portray it is just so emotional and the only way I can lock into ships with Bakugou is explosionboy finally chipping a little off of the ice block around his heart and realizing he can Emote Softly. Hopefully after Breaking Down in the Fucking Loudest Way because … necessary. (in the same vein occasionally I’ll reblog a BakuDeku something or other, but I only jive with that when they’re way way older and have obviously done the DIFFICULT work to come to terms with their past and all the abuse Midoriya has suffered. Just to head off the purity police, obviously not fetishizing or expecting romantic relationships to solve, or emerge from, bullying =__= Bakugou is a little shit and has done a lot of harm, and could have done even more, but he’s learning and that’s better than the alternative.)

Well, I’m gonna be honest, I OT3′d (triangle) the big 3 before their anime debut and wanted to write so much dirty fic about Nejire and Mirio basically coaxing and praising Tamaki into a three-way (not like it’s a first time but like it happens EVERY WEEK and they STILL HAVE TO COAX HIM and everyone involved loves it, praise kink +100000%) but now I think it’s Miritama and Nejire + her best friend who worships her cuteness? But I dunno I’ll have to see more Nejire. Man. Writing about the ot3 makes me wanna do it though ugh I’m weak.

Adult ships!

Erasermight shut up

Midnight/me yep thats one of my faves. I’m kidding I mean Midnight/everyone, I fucking dig MicNight and AllNight like woah, but also can’t see her being anything but aggressively and professionally poly. She would D E V O U R a monogamous mate, you gotta spread that hunger out man. I know there’s a Mount Lady/Midnight community but I haven’t dipped my toes in! (*pokes fingers together* I-I have an OC … in fact I think the only OCs I make are Midnight’s current partners or her exes, like in Newsflash … and I think I just realized that … whoops im gay)

I like Erasermic in an ‘Over There’ sense – I loooove the art and I loooove the silly-ass shippers and can see why people adore it, but it doesn’t push my buttons. I never read fic because I exhausted all my ‘pining for your best friend’ tropes in my younger years and that well is dry now haha.

NAOMIGHT. JUST. NAOMIGHT. *jumps up and down* I DONT KNOW HOW IT WORKS IN FICTION BUT I LOVE IT IN ART

DAVEMIGHT? DAVEMIGHT but in the past, and sad, it has to be sad otherwise i don’t cum

Toshinori/happiness tbh

NightMight maybe once I meet the man??? Again, toshinori/happiness always wins you don’t even have to twist my arm let the man be loved

Those are my ships! Sometimes I get asked for fic recs for other pairings but honestly, I absorb all of these in a visual sense, especially the kids. It’s hard for me to sit my ass on one ship and stan it with the same fervor as Erasermight because they’re KIDS. They’re all just so young and have so many defining moments to go through (such zygotes!!!!). I just feel super happy and full of anticipation watching Horikoshi develop them

But hey man!!! if anyone has any really good fic recs for the aforementioned ships, please send them over!! I am always open to wooing and quality and am deeply, deeply terrified of and overwhelmed by the amount of fan material out there. SO. probly not gonna find it on my own without a panic attack. *shrugs*

#demyrie talks #personal #bnha #miserableglassrabbit #kiribaku #bakudeku #uratsuyu #miritama #NightMight #davemight #MightyShield #naomight #tododeku #izuocha #momojirou #i love them all #want happiness for all my children even the grown ass adults

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theskyexists · 3 years

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empress ki

are these koreans gonna go as far as to let this man fall for who he thinks is just some young cool guy?

i mean - they’re not chinese so

this is kinda silly lol. if she really wanted to be let go she could have just punched him. i guess that would have gone too far

this RANDOM assassin almost kills them - he disappears. we good. no worries.

where are her own men????

NOOOOO don’t ruin it

why the fuck would she have developed a feminine slap? i think theyre gonna ruin it. like contact with a male love interest will just forcibly feminise you

ok no she came up with an excuse

god - an openhanded slap from another man lol i can see how that might be quite offensive

she just chills in the crown prince’s bath no prob lol. ok so she locked the door

she just let herself get fuckin shot for this lol

this episode moves super fast but thats fun but i still don’t know how the king and the crown prince are related. the whole hostage thing really messed things up

i just realised that i love the bro/bro mlm stuff if its actually m/f. LOL.and I KNOW it’s going to only last one fuckin episode bc we’re gonna go right back to misgyny and chattel slavery especially for women but yknow

does she remember him?? did she send the bandana? i dont know on which side she really is.

yeah ofc shes the bandana guy. i mean - DUH.

WHY RISK YOUR OWN MEN - WHAT WAS THE PLAN

is this spy gonna get her bandana now???

or are these not her own guys?? THEY ARE

is she playing the king?? like - im still trustworthy though!!!! (or at least my men are) but how could she think to rely on the crown prince???

oh no the cool big sword moustache guy!!! why would he be the spy for the king????????????? what is there to gain??????? HE’S NOT THANK GOD

YES!!!! I LOVE THEM. ‘hit me’ BAM *violently and romantically perches over him to almost stab him*

aww haha the king is attached to seung nyang. too bad you’re an evil bastard she wants to destroy

i can’t quite tell why revealing the salt location drop off point is important or not. i guess it was just and only a test.

was that the guy in blue who volunteered to be shot at? : ‘( ah it’s not.its just some nobody. I guess she couldn’t have known who knew of her blue bandana so she had to hide it. But couldn’t she have told this guy from the very beginning when they were alone?

did the official guard not get told that more people were coming???? LOL. that’s one fuckin mess

HEROIC HORSERIDING YEAAAAAAAA did she not think of a reason for being alive? ‘kill me’ OH MY GOD hahahahaa. smart but so risky (it turns out that the crown prince is the crown prince but the king is the brother of his dad’s)

is there something you want? I THOUGHT YOU WANTED MONEY oh my god this guy is gambling it all lol. oh no, he’s gonna make it too.

it’s always the ‘unrightful’ people that get villainised for wanting power

what the fuck her dad’s gonna kill all her friends and make her into a sex slave? jezus christ how dark (i read a synopsis that she gets sent to yuan after all somehow). on who’s fucking authority? couldn’t they have gotten at the very least a letter from the goddamn ‘auditor’ to protect them

oh my god. just wear your fucking ring on the outside of your goddamn clothes. that was so FUCKING close

wow that was a pretty realistic breakdown

GO SEE HIM HELLO!!!!

she became a fucking COP TO SEE HIM HOLY SHIT LOL

JUST SHOW HIM THE FUCKING RING

did she just leave her band of boys behind???

dude why is this series romance blocking me what the fuck

gotta show that Yuan is backward through furs and beads!!

i do love that this series had the guts to start off with heartbreak. but also to let the female protagonist be a big bi....amorous...?

this show somehow made me feel sympathetic towards a stinkin imperial rich kid. he didn’t ask to be born into a family that would become his death

‘young boy’ *is literally at least 40*

the KING has only 10 men to spare? really?

he’s gonna let his servant get fucking murdered in his stead? yikes. ok so that wasn’t his PLAN no. poor servant guy

so they got her a MATCH - a dirven and smart and powerful king. and a soft and unexperienced and endangered future emperor.

this is so much my fucking THING it’s insane. i don’t even mind that the king is kinda ...average looking.

and she kicks his ASS LOL. and he falls ultimately deeply in love with her. this is incredible.

i wonder if she’s going to hold the death of his servant against him

they didn’t even take his head? stupid. oh i guess that’s for the traitors.

SHE STILL DOESN’T GET ITS REALLY HIM. I THOUGHT SHE WAS SMART

really - she lets the fucking chief get the credit. are you fucking kidding me? fuck this. be smarter! hate having to say that to a character. Be! smarter!

now he gets to be WHY HIDE FROM YOUR BOYFRIEND WHAT THE FUCK. if this is gonna be the whole fuckign show i can’t take it.

im gonna need to know if she keeps fucking hiding. stop hiding! STOP. stop hiding from the important men in your life! what the FUCK. stop hiding from your dad. Stop HIDING FROM YOUR FUCKING BESTO BOYFRIEND

the prince isn’t even upset about his servant’s demise

fucking finally somebody found out seung nyang was the ONE

I love Strong King - I love vulnerable future Emperor

he’s just a stupid indoctrinated kid! somebody should explain to him all the horrors that have been done to people in his name!

we have a sequence in which she’s done great deeds, gets called in, is concerned about how she slapped the important person around lol

we’re gonna get teh exact same for Togon one day

jezus christ that’s a very romantic thing to say to a cool and heroic young guy who saved your skin twice, king. are you - i n l o v e? a lil bromance perhaps?

awww he’s so damn happyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy.

she’s like - fuck. wish she stayed a little more ruffian though. wheres the fucking swagger!

how am i so into this m/m ship. LOL. im really into this stronk man and rogueish ‘boy’ bonding through hardship crisis crossing all rank

im up for her teaching the prince compassion and horror and the way of the world though

I KNOW this is soon going to devolve into a palace drama though so that fucking sucks

why is the emperor a young guy and the brother an old guy. was the emperor the preferred son? from the preferred wife?

has she never heard a guy pee??? i thought she lived with soldiers and shit

why the fuck is she carrying his excrement to the sea when she’s his BODYGUARD. this went differently than i thought

he literally is alone. there is no shift of the guard with him. hello?

what the fuck is this lax bodyguard shit. you need at LEAST two so one can sleep while the other guards.

everytime she bathes im like - ALARM ALARM

this jimbo traitor is so stupid lol

commander - just approach this stupid idiot. be the dad you want to be.

you could just become his son!!! hello????

so you really care about the peoplle huhg? thats why you keep selling off women?

oh my god. is the prince also falling in love with this ‘boy’? who embodies the masculine ideal? GOD I LOVE THIS SO MUCH im gonna cry when this is over and she ends up a fucking maid

this romantic fucking epic music as they struggle in a petty fucking competition in teh surf jlsjLKFJSDLJ:FLDSF I LOVE THIS

SHE VIOLENTLY PERCHES ABOVE THIS GUY TOO. ROMANTIC MUSIC

the koreans KNOW what is good. THEY KNOW.

oh this poor guy. please let this guy meet poor people. like. idk. the stolen women made into slaves and shit

yeah yeah they bond without him knowing about losing a parent and wanting revenge

the king is like, MY BOY!! that’s MY boy!! hands off!!!! that’s my dearest bromance boy friend!!!!

oh no - shes going to have to choose who to ride with lol

oh nooooooooo Seung Nyang don’t hurt King boyfriend !

‘he will not take Seung Nyang, will he?’ i had to double take there

I FINALLY understand the appeal of all unassailable men in romance. god, my brain is weird.

give seung nyang to me. dsjfpawejfeawjfljsdkljldsjflkdfsa dude. no. i know this is a love triangle but it is just within good if they do THIS moment right

the prince is a horrible shit

nooooo seung nyang please don’t hurt the king!!! he loves you!!!!

‘why am i burning up inside?’ YOU LOVE HIM!! YOU LOVE SEUNG NYANG!!! you love this guy!!! the koreans are daring lil mfs

where is the ruffian guy with the moustache and big sword?? he was the king’s left hand man when he wasn’t king yet.

the actress has really feminised Seung Nyangs mannerisms and way of movement past few eps (oh it’s a dream)

oh my god they’re no-homo-ing this through a dream. he just FEELS like Seung Nyang is a woman!!! that’s why he’s attracted!!! lol

seung nyang loses her dad. prince doesn’t notice. jezus

he impressed some dudewith his self-righteous dragon heaven propaganda. goddddd. the prince truly does not care how many people have already died for him. WHEN will he become likeable instead of hilariously piteous

just absolutely devastating end scene. shitty k-pop outtro.o hgod

will the prince finally - through seung nyang realise that actaully it fucking sucks that people keep being horribly harmed and killed for his sake?

JEZUS CHRIST I AM ON EPISODE 5 wHAT THE FUCK THIS IS LIKE 60 episodes long. oh my god no.

the thing i like about this show is that she looks believably like a very feminine boy for korean standards.

they keep playing him as childish, selfish and incompetent. but like, soooo many people DIED FOR HIM

hwo didn’t they kill bayan for obviously killing their own guard lol

finally she confronts him with the regular people!!!

what is lord jang doing with them

wow the commander’s beard is long. they been going for a while

well he is suffering - but can’t she get to him through words. make him a better person?

he is asking an important question. ANSWER IT GODDAMNIT

thsi ‘warming’ is so ridiculous haahahaha

*has full view of covered breasts* ‘he is definitely a boy!!!!’

i don’t know what sexuality politics this is - probably very bad ones - if you’re a straight man then you’re attracted to some fundamental femaleness in women!! or something

why is a bite mark evidence

god - these powerful people have enormous egos. they must, it is bred in them.i deserve power and when it is taken from me it sucks so much i can’t breathe!!! well uh yeah - everybody feels that way you ain’t special

she looks so sick

feels empathy for the first time ever. what a wonderful fantasy. that somebody could teach a prince empathy

*goes into town completely uncovered in royal robes which haven’t been weathered at all* ok

‘why did you hide you are a woman?’ what COMPLETE AND UTTER MALE NONSENSE

WOMEN ARE GETTING DRAGGED OFF TO BE SEX SLAVES AND YOU ASK THAT??? ‘sure, im sure you had your reasons’

WHAT FUCKING IDIOT

53:50

so she gets him in and then he betrays her? lol. but does it really matter? the king won’t be tried, there’s no reason for goryeo to be annexed. seung nyang won’t die. etc. he might as well go back to his deadly golden cage without endangering himself.

is it for her dad that she asks this of him? he faints, eh that’s a fine way out.

cant she hug a king back when he hugs her????? come ON

he almost killed his fucking son. these people are so CRAAAYYYZY

*leaves the people most likely to turn on him behind with the prince*

why does he have to reveal this?? what are the stakes here??”

goryeo’s soldiers???????????? what the fuck. i thought he was gonna come up with something clever like - pirates or something. not just ‘oh it was a random weirdo band of soldiers’ no - ‘under the orders of the king’

WHAT. hes throwing teh whole country to the wolves. if seung nyang doesn’t kill him ill be surprised. seung nyang better get him for this for a thousand fucking years.

so he’s even personally betraying seung nyang. for a tiny chance at power. damn. wow. damn wow.

jezus what a fucking way to leave your daughter! making your last exchange putting yourself down as a father. DUDE. could have ended shit in a better way!

anyway literally cried twice about her losing her dad already

anyway so they both die in her arms. great.

yeaaaaaaah swearing to kill him. good. too bad it’s gonna be like 50 eps of palace maid shit and the prince barely got a taste of poverty

really wonder how traumatising this whole - is revealed as a woman and transferred to the empire as a sex slave thing is going to be - for me i mean

‘he’s probably living well in his homeland’ - how could you trust that your orders will be followed???

this is completely unrealistic wow

doesnt she get a fucking horse

who the fuck was park bhu - the undercop?

oh apparently laughing ugly is an indication of evil for a woman. laughing maniacally is an indication of evil for a man

her archnemesis is gonna unmask her as a woman in public? i think i might have to quit this show at this exact moment.

aaand.....guess ill have to quit.

ok that wasn’t so bad

how did they have women’s silks and makeup with them

she’s literally a martial artist warrior and she can’t fight a rapist attacker with her hands free?

oh god. she’s gonna be all feminine now bc she looks like a girl. oh god. i feel kinda sick.

SHE SUDDENLY DOESN’T HAVE ANY BANGS ANYMORE BUT LONG HAIR

THAT COMB WAS MAGICAL

some classic ‘female body weak’ sexism. love getting that from the beau

i know they’re trying to make danashiri seem unsympathetic but she’s saying fuck you to sexism here. then again it’s because she’s a spoiled elite brat

they really are made for each other

holy shit. this series just goes on and on and on and on and on. i can’t do this.

#vidi #personal #my stuff #empress ki #they are doing absolutely wonderful classic shit for her its amazing #in the first six episodes #then it's like palace drama and shit or whatever #getting preyed on by the guy who killed your mother etc.

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smokeybrandreviews · 5 years

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Final Heaven

Apparently, there’s a controversy budding about the Final Fantasy VII Remake. Is it about the overhauled battle system you ask? No. Is it about the fact that this thing is going to be at least two, full priced, current gen, games? Nah. Is it about the fact that it might take another 20 f*cking years to finish this game because Nomura and his team have no idea what the f*ck is going on? Not even that. No, the controversy I am speaking on is about Tifa’s character redesign, specifically her nerf tits. A friend of mine brought this to my attention yesterday but I had been hearing rumblings about it for a while. There is, apparently, a dedicated section of “fans” that have decried this game, in spite of all of the glorious, good faith, innovations we’ve seen so far, because they downsized Tifa’s boobs. These are grown ass men doing this; cats old enough to remember the original art that Nomura made of Tifa, way back in ’97 because, anyone under the age of 25, only really know Tifa from the Compilation,where she was nerfed the first time! I mean, these weenies can’t possibly be upset about the difference between in-game models because, way back then, everything was a f*cking polygon puzzle! Seriously, there is more geometry in Remake Tifa’s left eye, than there was in her entire character model from ’97! You can barely even tell there were boobs. What are you outraged about? What her once literal triangles aren't proportioned on the new, high res, models? Really, bro??

“But, Ryan,” I hear you ask, “What about that cutscene boob jiggle when the WEAPONS took off? Surely that was boob enough for your outrage, right?”

F*ck, no, dude. What the f*ck? Look, with PS1 era graphics, we were still using our imagination for a ton of sh*t. That cutscene was gorgeous, don’t get me wrong, and I appreciate the little fan service we got there, but I was more in awe of EVERTHING ELSE GOING ON! To see all those things explode from that volcano in real time? Coming off a generation where f*cking Mode 7 SNES graphics we the best we got? And you want to talk to me about a booby jiggle? Get the f*ck out of here! This is the saddest sh*t I’ve heard all week, man, and it pisses me off. Final Fantasy VII is a goddamn classic and it’s remake is one I’ve waited two f*cking decades for. Now that it's finally within my grasp, I gotta hear a bunch of f*ckboys complain about a downgraded bust, on a polygon cartoon? Shut the f*ck up, man!

Hell, to be perfectly frank, all of this outrage is mute because Tifa’s tits have been nerfed since Compilation of Final Fantasy VII. I kind of touched on this before but, literally, ANY of the new material Tifa's been in since Squaresoft became Square Enix, has her bust considerably downsized. Everyone thought all of those redesigns were dope. No one was upset about her little cowboy outfit in Before Crisis and Crisis core. When she made her entry into Dissidia the first time, not a peep. This same, incel, bullsh*t happened way back when Advent Children released and no one cared. That sh*t died almost immediately after everyone saw what she could do in the film. All of a sudden the focus shifted from “Tifa’s titties are to small” to “Oh, sh*t! Tifa’s kind of bad ass!!” WHICH IS THE F*CKING POINT! Tifa isn't defined by her mammoth mammaries. They aren't a trademark or whatever. Tifa is a goddamn beast! She is defined by pure, unadulterated, ass kicking. That's where the buck should stop, not at her chesticles. You see her fighting style? She f*cking beats up robots and dinosaurs and JENOVAS with her goddamn fists! Her weapon of choice is them hands! You try doing a Dolphin Blow with a pair of E-cups flapping about! That sh*t ain’t even realistic.

Tifa’s redesign is dope. It makes sense for her character. It's functional while still subtly sexy. Her leather shirt is gone, replaced with a pleated one and spats because she kicks high. Her suspenders seem to act as kind of an underwire for extra ta-ta support, even though her boobs have been downgraded anyway. Seriously, it doesn’t make any sense for someone who has trained in martial arts since she was a kid, to have ginormous gazongas. Kind of hard throwing a straight punch with so much chest girth, ya dig? But that might not even be the case because, as far as I can tell, and this is brilliant on the part of Squenix, they gave her a sports bra! Those are like compression shorts for your titties! They are designed to mush, separate, and hold. They are created to specifically limit boob jiggle BECAUSE them tits get in the way of a fight. Why do you think all these MMA fighters wear them? It is necessary to mitigate them in any way possible, especially if you’re out here punching giant, world created, anti-life, machines. If that's the case, you can chalk up her tiny bosom to some sort of ultra bra! But, really, come the f*ck on, man. Why is it even that serious? Why you gotta go through such contortions just to accept the fact that her titties are smaller? Why the f*ck do I even have to write this goddamn post?

Ultimately, this is all f*cking dumb. It’s a video game, dude. I understand you’re attached to a bygone “aesthetic”, I wanted an ATB system and not this we're action RPG hybrid sh*t, myself, but whatever, get the f*ck over it. I did. The new sh*t looks fun so i'm going to reserve judgment, just like yall should about them honkers. Stop bashing a game that you haven’t played, a game true fans have yearned after for a whole ass, two decades, because your waifu’s polygon funbags are too small for your neckbeard ass standards. I love Tifa. She one of my all-time, favorite FF characters. Her redesign is amazing and practical. It makes sense. Get over yourself and your prepubescent horny, dude. You’re f*cking 30. It’s the creepiest of looks.

Besides, ya'll out her acting like the second this game hits PC, you sad motherf*ckers aren't make nude and bob sliders for it anyway. Get f*cked, weenies.

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smokeybrand · 5 years

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Final Heaven

“But, Ryan,” I hear you ask, “What about that cutscene boob jiggle when the WEAPONS took off? Surely that was boob enough for your outrage, right?”

Besides, ya'll out her acting like the second this game hits PC, you sad motherf*ckers aren't make nude and bob sliders for it anyway. Get f*cked, weenies.

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rieshon · 6 years

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Summer 2018 Preview

I haven't been keeping up on anime news too well lately so I have almost no idea about anything that's airing next season. This might not be a very good preview.

1 Yama no Susume Third Season: Fuck yes. One of the best cute girls doing cute things series of the past decade is back and it's going to be amazing. I just hope the pattern holds and we get four cours worth.

2 Sunoharasou no Kanrininsan: Cute girl 4koma anime from Oonuma Shin? It's a masterpiece. Girls all look adorable and there's definitely something here for everyone, but holy shit Ayaneru as a lewd brown gyaru? Anime of the year right here.

3 Asobi Asobase: I read some of the manga of this when it was free on eBookJapan and let me tell you, you have no idea what you're getting into here. It's supposed to be about "cute girls playing cute games" but it's actually insane. This anime is going to be great.

4 Jashin-chan Dropkick: I've been hype for this one for a while. Cute monster girls get into shenanigans. The PV gives nothing away, but I've seen some of the original manga and it's pretty funny.

5 Chuukan Kanri Roku Tonegawa: Everyone's favorite middle manager is back! We may well never get a third season of Kaiji proper, but man, just seeing that Madhouse FKMT art style again is getting me misty-eyed. Don't know a whole lot about the manga but I'm sure it will be godlike.

6 Harukana Receive: I swear guys I only watch it for the volleyball... Another all girls sports anime, but this one looks like it's going all in on the lewd beach bods. It doesn't look it, but this is actually a Kirara anime (albeit one from Forward) so I'm definitely optimistic about it.

7 Yuragisou no Yuuna-san: If you know me you know how much I love cute ghost girls, so you should be able to guess how excited I am for this anime. I've actually read some of the manga (cause cute ghost girls) and it's a pretty good if standard lewd romantic comedy, with the added bonus of CUTE GHOST GIRL WOO WOO. She even has the head triangle which is the most important part.

8 Chio-chan no Tsuugakuro: Why do I get Hinamatsuri vibes from this? It's not just cause that one guy looks like Nitta either. I think I remember seeing the trailer for this a while back and it looks bonkers. This'll also be the first time in a long while I've heard Omigawa Chiaki in a major role... interested to see if she's improved in the intervening years.

9 Shoujo Kageki Revue Starlight: It's like an idol anime but they're doing musicals instead. At least it's something different. If it's anything like all-female theater in real life it'll be gay as hell, and some of the girls look great.

10 Isekai Maou to Shoukan Shoujo no Dorei Majutsu: The title is... what it is, but this actually looks like a pretty decent shinshi anime. Character designs are lewd, animation looks great... sign me the fuck up. Finally some good fucking Blade Dance anime.

11 ISLAND: This is animated by based feel so I'll definitely still watch it, but I'm super bitter about them removing Rieshon from the leading role because the director didn't get along with her. This would have been a great Rieshon girl goddamnit. Eroge adaptations are sadly vanishing from the Earth but this is coming out of Front Wing so hopefully it'll still have that same aesthetic.

12 Hataraku Saibou: So I can't watch the trailer for this because Youtube, but holy shit it's Japanese Osmosis Jones. Definitely a concept for an anime I haven't seen before (besides, you know, Osmosis Jones) so I'm looking forward to it for the novelty if nothing else. Red blood cell looks cute!! I bet this is going to be full of all kind of blood type bullshit though, because Japan.

13 HaneBad!: Badminton club with sometimes badminton? The girl with the glasses looks super cute. Not a whole lot else to say about a sports anime, I think we all know what we're getting into here.

14 Back Street Girls: Back street's back alright! Come on guys you can't just make an idol anime and call it this. Apparently this is about yakuza idols, which sounds like it could be amazing, but I guess it's more of a goofy thing than a scathing indictment of the corruption of the idol industry.

15 High Score Girl: It's funny to think that a couple years ago this series was on the verge of death because of unlicensed use of Sega trademarks in the manga, and now it's getting an anime full of actual game footage and shit. They even lampshade this in the trailer for it. The CG looks pretty garbo, but a lot of people like the manga so hopefully it'll be amusing.

16 Ongaku Shoujo: For a second I thought this was that light novel series where famous composers are cute little girls, but nope, just another generic-ass looking idol anime. If the character designs weren't so fucking amazing I would already have checked out, but damn, these grils.

17 Planet With: I can't tell if this is supposed to be a kid's anime of if it's just meant to look like one. Regardless, a kiddy robot anime might be fun, and it's got J.C. production values.

18 Aru Zombie Shoujo no Sainan: Can't believe they're making Zombiko into an anime. This honestly looks kind of terrible but Hayamin and Chanyui is a powerful combo so I guess. Just really not digging the character designs, and it looks like one of those anime that's too dark (tonally) for its own good.

19 Satsuriku no Tenshi: Be careful not to cut yourself on all the sharp edges on this one. It's got bloody lolis, maniacally laughing men who love murder, death games... This looks like one of those "drop halfway through the first episode" shows. The loli does look real cute though! Real good blondenblu.

20 Happy Sugar Life: With a title like this you would expect the cutest anime ever, so of course it's actually some edgy bullshit with girls with butcher's knives and tasers. Why you gotta do this to me anime? Is it so wrong to just want some cute girls cuting? I just wanna see cute Za-san girl adopt a cute loli damnit.

21 Tenrou Sirius the Jaeger: It looks like they're going really hard on trying to capture the Western audience with this one (the PV even has hilariously bad English subtitles) which immediately gives me pause, but the production values do look pretty high and there's a couple pretty hot girls in it. Not expecting to actually watch this one through though.

22 Lord of Vermillion Guren no Ou: I thought the title of this sounded familiar, and I guess it's based on a card game. I really like the look of that Ao-chan girl but that's pretty much the only thing here I like the look of. WIXOSS will always have the best cute girl card game anime.

23 Hyakuren no Haou to Seiyaku no Valkyrja: Boy that is a title. While our other LN adaptation with an embarassing title this season looks pretty good, this one definitely looks like a bottom-of-the-barrel reject. When the art in your key visual doesn't even really look good, you know you're gonna have problems.

24 Shichisei no Subaru: This looks extremely generic even by generic fantasy light novel standards... Not a single thing about it stands out, other than the fact that a couple of my favorite up-and-coming seiyuu are in it. I guess I'll watch an episode, maybe it'll surprise me.

25 Phantom in the Twilight: This is based on a game from Happy Elements, the same company behind Last Period, which immediately gives me expectations that are way too high, even if it's unfair. This one's not even a comedy and looks like some kind of edgy otome game. Actually I'm not even going to watch this, I just wanted to say how fucking good Last Period was.

#preview

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