#NOR do you know SHIT about polyamory

[shadelorde]

Tumblr, the ‘queerest place on the internet’ will have a screaming crying tantrum the moment someone talks about wanting to be in a relationship that doesn’t conform to the nuclear family standards. Yall are fucking idiots.

[alieinthemorning]

Strawberry Mint Lemonade [Getou Suguru | Gojo Satoru]

Content: Meet-Cute, Indirect Kiss, Gojo Satoru Being Gojo Satoru, Getou Suguru Being Getou Suguru, Polyamory, Polyamory Negotiations, Strangers to Friends to Lovers, Kisses, Café AU, No Curses, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Crying, Unrequited Love, Not Actually Unrequited Love, POV Second Person, Suggestive Themes

Pronouns: None

Note: THIS IS MY 200TH WORK ON AO3 AAAAAAAAAA (Also UTC because it's 2500+ words)

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Your favorite drink was a simple strawberry mint lemonade. Not too sweet, not too sour. It was made the same way every single time which made sense since you'd had been coming to this hole-in-the-wall café for about three years now. Every employee, new and old knew your name and order, so when the familiar drink was placed in the completed section on the counter, you didn't look twice at it and immediately took a sip.  

"What the fuck is this shit?" It was as if your straw was made of sugarcane, the strawberry and lemon pieces were formed from sugar cubes and the liquid itself was pure syrup.    

"Ew...what is this?" Someone from beside you, whined.  

Looking over, you found an incredibly tall man with stark white hair and—oh, you couldn't see his eye color behind the dark, round shades. You were about to turn around and talk to an employee about this...horror from hell, but your eyes drifted to the drink in his large hand.  

You eyed your own drink, frowning at the name written on the side.

Satoru

You looked at the man again. "Are you Satoru?"

He nodded, then said your name. "I'm assuming that's you?"

You sighed, shoving his drink toward him. "Thank god—hand me my drink. I can't drink pure sugar."

"Awww, come on! It isn't that bad! " He pouted as he switched drinks.

You took a long swig of yours before you replied. "It was like drinking the three states of matter. Solid, Liquid and Gaseous Sugar."

"How would it even be gaseous?"

"The air from the straw."

He laughed loudly, startling  the other customers.

You flushed, grabbing him by the elbow. "Come on, let's sit and talk."

The Goliath of a man let you drag him to a secluded corner, where the two of you talked each other's ears off. However, despite ordering another drink of your own, you noticed that he still hadn't touched his own.  

"You gonna let the ice water down the sugar?" You grinned, "Was I right about it tasting like shit?"

He balked at you. "No way!"

You nodded toward the drink, "Then drink it."

He looked at you, the drink, you again then finally swiped the drink off the table, guzzling it down in mere seconds.

"There! Are you satisfied?" His head was swiveled to the side, tucked into that weird high collared jacket of his, but you swore the tips of his ears were flushed red.

"How are you alive?" You asked in slight awe.

That got him to look at you again, all smiles too. "Must be my impeccable genes."  

You raised a brow. "You a citizen of the Candy Kingdom or something? Built like Candy Wife?"  

He just smiled at you. "I have no idea about what you're talking about."

The two of you chatted for longer than expect, leaving just an hour before closing.  

"Maybe I'll see you around?"

"Maybe so."

And he did, the two of you ending up seeing each other at least once a week for a few months. And of course, you learned a lot about Satoru during that time.  

You learned that he had a very unhealthy obsession with sweets. That, despite the goofy look that he basically always had plastered on his face, he was quite intelligent. Oh, and that he had really bright blue eyes (like limpid tears) and the reason why he wore shades was because his eyes were really sensitive and without them, he was prone to awful migraines.  

You also were beginning to develop a bit of a crush on him, but you were sure someone has beautiful as him had to already be taken. So, you decided to stuff the feelings in the deepest part of your heart.

And today you learned—

That he was bringing someone else with him today.  

The person Satoru brought with him was a stark contrast to him (except in clothing—they both wore dark-colored clothing). He was maybe only a few inches shorter than him with long dark hair that was in an up-down style with a bit of hair draping the left side of his face. You watched that as Satoru pointed at you, the man's eyes slid to you and his lips turned upward. Then Satoru headed toward the counter while the man made his way to you.  

He called your name and you raised a brow.

He chuckled. "Satoru told me your name." He slid into the seat across from you, "My name is Suguru. It's a pleasure to finally meet you."

You leaned back in your chair, a bit uncomfortable with his familiarity with you. "Oh? Has Satoru talked about me that much."  

Suguru leaned in closer, placing his elbows on the table and resting his chin on his intertwined finger. "Oh, you have no idea."  

Before you could question him further on the subject, Satoru placed their drinks on the table, alongside a few sweets.  

"Seems like the two of you are getting along." He said with a hum as he pulled a chair over to complete your little group.

"Yeah, sure—Satoru, what exactly have you been telling Suguru here about me?"

His brows shot up to his hairline as his head swiveled to Suguru.  "What did you say?"

Suguru just smiled. "I haven't said too much." The unspoken yet at the end of that sentence was very loud.  

You sighed, nudging Satoru's foot. "So, you gonna properly introduce me or am I supposed to keep thinking of your friend here as a creep?"

"Oh, uh, yeah," He placed a hand on top of Suguru's, "This is my boyfriend, Suguru. We've been together for a few years now, and been best friends for longer."  

Your heart dropped into your stomach, and you felt your lips dip downward. You quickly covered your mouth with your hand, raising a brow. "Oh? We've been talking for so long, and you just now tell me about your significant other? I thought we were closer than that, Satoru."  

You knew you didn't play that off well, you knew that Satoru knew that what he had said hurt you.

And Suguru?  

Suguru just smiled.

Despite the rocky first meeting and sudden revelation, you, Satoru and Suguru continued meeting (after you had bullied Satoru into inviting Suguru again).  

Slowly yet surely, you learned more about Suguru and their relationship. Suguru was the one who did the majority of the cooking (while Satoru baked to quell his late night sweet cravings). He was really sweet and caring despite the shit eating grin that was etched on his face. He also was a pretty big flirt.

Which...was very unsettling to you. Since it seemed like he was very open to doing it in front of Satoru, who didn't seem bothered by it in the slightest.  

"You look very beautiful today."

"Oh, um, thank you..."  

"I especially like the lip color you've chosen today."  

You balked at him, face becoming warm as you looked between him and Satoru.

Satoru continued to sip on his drink and scroll through his phone.  

And Suguru—

Just fucking smiled.

And later that night, you knew you were screwed.

You were in love with both Satoru and Suguru.

So, you did what you did with your feelings for Satoru and shoved your feelings for Suguru down alongside his. Instead of running away from them and saving your heart, you hurt yourself even more Getting closer and closer to them to the point where you had visited each others homes and you've met each others other friends (Shoko and Nanami were your favorites among them).

Today you were over at Satoru and Suguru's very nice house (another thing you learned about Satoru is that the was stupidly rich). You were simply lounging around, not over for any specific reason, just to be in their presence, when Satoru suddenly stood up from his relaxed position on the couch.

"I need donuts." And without another word, he snatched his keys off the kitchen island and was out the door before either you and Suguru could utter a word.

Now, you had been alone with Suguru before—plenty of times, when Satoru had suddenly broke off from the two of you to take a closer look at things (see: recklessly spend money). But that was usually when you were out in public, where you could go and run to Satoru if you needed.

You'd never been alone with him like this—trapped within four walls.

And of fucking course, he did what he always did and—

"Why are you always smiling like that?" The question came out rougher than you intended, but your nerves were very quickly becoming frayed.

"Smiling like what?" He asked, tilting his head.

"Like you know everything—I don't know." You crossed your arms with a huff.

"You mean like how I know that you like Satoru and I." It wasn't a question, it was a statement.

Your arms grew slack, hands falling into your lap.

He nodded to himself, "Another tell-tale reaction. This is good…"

"How is this good?" You snapped at him. "I'm in love with the two of you, who are already in a committed relationships."

He had the audacity to look surprised for a moment before his smile widened. "You love us? That's even better."

"How can you—" You sniffled, feeling the hot tears quickly race down your cheeks. "I have been selfishly spending time with the two of you. Despite how I feel, and knowing that I should just stop associating with you. I've instead decided to intruding on your relationship, just so that I can experience the tiniest fantasy of something that will never be." You were somehow able to make through your entire confession before you broke down, curling in on yourself.

You heard Suguru sigh then a bit of shuffling before the couch dipped and you were pulled into his warm embrace, which made you cry harder.

"I'm sorry for pushing you, Darling." His whispered above your head. "I should have been more upfront."

You shoved him back, looking up into his brown eyes. "Been more upfront with knowing good and well about my fucking inner turmoil."

"No," His hands slipped into yours." I should have just told you that Satoru and I feel the same way."

Your heart stopped.

There was no way that that was true. There was no way that Satoru and Suguru both felt the same way about you—and even if they did there was no way that you could choose one over the other, and you definitely wouldn't want to be the reason why they broke up either.

"Please." His voice was strained, "Just give me one chance to show you."

"I don't want to do anything behind—"

"And we won't. I'll wait until he comes back and then I'll ask for permission to kiss you. In front of him."

You sighed deeply, finally resigning yourself to your fucked up fate.

You leaned into him, "If this all goes to shit—I'll hate you forever."

"If it does go to shit, I'll accept your rightful infinite hatred."

The two of you were quite as you waited for Satoru to return. You were too exhausted to speak. Suguru was fine with that, perfectly content with rubbing circles onto your hands to help soothe you.  

And then the front door was unlocked, and your anxiety spiked.

But Suguru wasn't going to go back on his word.

"Can I kiss you now?" Suguru asked the moment Satoru stepped into the room.

Your eyes were wide, frantically looking between the two of them, while your lips opened and closed like a fish.  

Suguru placed a hand on your cheek, guiding you back to him.

He said your name, soft and sweet. "Can I kiss you?"

"Yes." You said it so quietly that you weren't sure that he heard you, but he very quickly assured you otherwise as his lips met yours.

Right in front of your close friend—his boyfriend, Satoru.

It was as soft as a rose petal, acutely aware of your fragile state.

"Yes—finally!" Satoru slammed the box of donuts on the kitchen counter then rushed over, reaching out for you.

Suguru intercepted him. "You need to ask first, Satoru."

He nodded furiously at his partner before turning to you, blue eyes bright. "Can I kiss you? Please?"

You blinked at him a few time before nodding. Satoru wasted no time and grabbed your cheeks, pulling you forward to meet him half way.

While Suguru's was soft, Satoru's was rough and rushed. Like he couldn't get enough of you now that he had you.

It didn't last long though became Suguru was quick to yank him off you.  

"Slow down, Satoru." He flicked his forehand, shaking his head at his pout (your eyes kept finding his lips—they were red and shiny). "All this is new and we haven't even been given an answer yet."

"We just kissed? Isn't that enough of an answer?" Satoru asked Suguru who just gestured to you. Those blue spotlights turned on you.  "Isn't it?"

"I mean—" You bit your lip. "I haven't actually said yes or no yet, but..."

"But...?"

You pursed your lips as you glared at the two of them. "...you both better not make me regret this down the line."

Suguru smiled, and despite it being the same know-it-all smile, you felt completely and utter secured by it. "We promise, Darling."

"What? You've already got pet names? No fair!" He paused. "Wait, what exactly did the two of you do while I was gone...?"

Your favorite drink was a simple strawberry mint lemonade. Not too sweet, not too sour. It was made the same way every single time, which made sense since you'd had been coming to this hole-in-the-wall café for about six years now. Every employee, new and old, knew your name and order, so when the familiar drink was placed in the completed section on the counter, you didn't look twice at it and immediately took a sip.  

"Oh, what the fuck—Satoru, take your shit ass drink." You shoved the drink into his waiting hand, taking your own and immediately taking a plate cleansing sip.  

Suguru chuckled. "I'm surprised that after all these years, the two of you are still getting your drinks mixed up."  

"Who is we?" Satoru pointed at you, "This is the one who takes a sip without looking at the name on the side of the cup."

"That wouldn't matter if you didn't drink straight sugar—and then have the damn audacity to eat sweets with it." You eyed him, "Is your body okay?"

He smirked. "Oh, you know my body is absolutely perfect, but I'm sure we can—" Suguru flicked him in the cheek.

"Not in public."

Satoru balked at his audacity (and you to a lesser extent). "Says the one who literally—"

You lightly kicked his shin and hissed, "Not in public!"

"I can't believe my two partners are bullying me like this." He slumped in his seat. "I can't believe I have to deal with this for the rest of my life."

You shrugged, snatching one of his sweets. "You're the one who decided to put a ring on it."

"Now you're stuck with us forever." Suguru nodded in agreement.

Satoru watched the two of you fondly, a wide smile stretched across his lips.

"Yeah, and I wouldn't have it any other way."

I've finally done it.

For my 200th work, I finally gave you all the Sugu/Sato/Reader fluff you all deserved.

IT'S ALSO MY FIRST ONE-SHOT THAT'S OVER 2500 WORDS????

I really popped off for y'all (wipes away a tear).

Now time for me to binge the anime and get back to our regular scheduled programming of Tear Jerking Angst.

Please be excited :)

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[whalyrae]

DANCE WITH ME - CHAPTER 5

“If you want to keep a secret, you must also hide it from yourself.”

Summary : All your life, you thought you were a beta, a simple and boring beta. Until everything change. But now that you've presented yourself as an omega, how will you manage to live and hide it from your six friends and best friend, all alphas and all in the same pack? (a/n : I'm a shit for summary I'm so sorry-)

Genre : soulmate au (of course I'm a bitch for this), omegaverse, bangtan alphas au!, omega reader, fluff, angst, eventual smut, polyamory relationships

Status : In process

Word Count : 3k

Warnings : the usual one I guess, like smut, angst, fluff (yeah its a warning for some people ) mention of depression, abusive parents (physically and morally), violence and blood, PTSD, scars, self harm,...

Tag list : @ghostlyworld @kawaiikpoplover268 @scuzmunkie @iamkookiesforyou @00ihatesnaku @stellauniverse @akemiixx01

A/N : AAAH FINALLY ! My exams are finally over... Well tbh I'm not really happy with this chapter but if I listen to my inner voice I'll just delete all my works and never writing again so... Hope you'll like it anyway ! Let me know your impressions here or in my inbox ! And again thank you so much for all thoses likes and shares !! ♥

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Wooyoung and you were out of breath when you fell on the floor of the dance studio, lying next to him. You turned to each other with mutual grins.

“If we don't get the best grade with this,” you muttered after a few seconds. 

"You're taking the words out of my mouth!"

You laughed and straightened up to clap your hands. Wooyoung then turned around, his eyes shining. 

“Don't you agree with us Sannie? What did you think?”

It was with enthusiasm that Wooyoung just addressed his boyfriend and alpha, Choi San, student in the same school as both of you, but in second year. The omega thought of calling his boyfriend to have an external opinion on the choreography they had spent the week preparing. The choice of music helped a lot to make their imaginations work, the steps, and the combinations of these had naturally come to both of you.

The deadline was approaching and even if neither you nor he was stressed by the time, you still felt some form of anxiety over the level of performance and the quality of your choreography.

You were lucky (or unlucky, depending on the perspective) to get a preview of what Jimin, Jungkook, and Hoseok were up to, and you couldn't describe how you felt because these three idiots were the most talented and dammit attractive dancers you knew. 

You, too, turned to San, more nervous than your friend. It was the first time you met him in person. As you imagined, he was very impressive, very tall, and very charming. 

With his arms crossed against his chest, he nodded, a smile appearing on the corner of his lips. 

“Some of my graduating class and even senior year would be unable to do better! There is a very good chemistry between the two of you. You make a very good duo.”

You sighed with relief as Wooyoung jumped into his companion's arms. 

Yes, choosing Finesse by Bruno Mars and Cardi B had been a very good idea. 

“You know that in my eyes you will always be the best dancer in this school,” added San, hugging Wooyoung, “ah, no offense little y/n!”

“Don't worry,” you answered, laughing and waving your hand, “I'm far from being equal to anyone here in terms of talent,” you continued directly, seeing that your friend was going to intervene with your remark, but you didn’t let him the chance, “And by the way, I'm the same size as Wooyoung, I'm not small!”

You rolled your eyes at their laughs and grabbed your cell phone before lying on the floor again. You got a message from Jimin. He was in another room, busy rehearsing his solo choreography, and wanted to know when you'd be finished rehearsing to join you. Now that you think about it, it's probably been ages since you two spent time together like you used to when you were still in high school. 

“By the way Noona,” Wooyoung appeared above you, while you were answering your best friend's message, “have you made any progress on your choreography? Are you still sure of your choice?”

“Hm? I think you just want to know if I choose the music you suggested, am I right?” you asked, arching an eyebrow and chuckling when you saw his innocent expression, “yeah Wooyoung, I chose Sweet but Psycho, I even finished the choreography, I just need to rework it a little and adjust a few things!” 

“Really? I'll be curious to see it, can you show it to us?”

You turned to San, your cheeks flushed.

“Mingi is waiting for us Sannie! He is downstairs!” Wooyoung had just received a message, and was already grabbing his stuff, winking at you as you silently thanked him, “Next time!” He turned to you, “By the way Noona, we can give you a ride if you want!”

“Jimin is upstairs, we're planning to go home together, but thanks for offering!”

“Ah, Park Jimin, another talented monster,” San commented with a nod. 

You nodded with a groan and straightened up. You accepted the hand of the alpha, “Ah, thank you. It was a pleasure to meet you, San!”

“The pleasure is mutual little y/n,” he winked at you when he saw a pout appear on your face, “Wooyoung will give you my phone number, if you need anything don't hesitate.”

“I'll give it to you by text, be safe, Cardi B!”

You nodded, a little surprised, but smiled at Wooyoung's nickname as you watched them leave, hand in hand. You were happy to meet one of Wooyoung's partners finally. San was a very respectful and pleasant person. You quickly felt comfortable in his presence.

You heard voices outside the dance studio but didn't really pay attention to them, at this time of the day, most of the rooms were still occupied by students. What you didn't know though, was that those voices belonged to Jimin and Wooyoung, who had crossed paths. Jimin greeted the omega, not forgetting to introduce himself to his boyfriend. As usual, Jimin had worn a friendly smile, a cheerful and pleasant tone, as everyone knew him. 

However, when San and Wooyoung left him alone in the corridor, his smile disappeared, replaced by a neutral face. He walked into the dance hall, finding you with your back facing him. 

"Noona, it's me." 

You gasped as you heard the voice of your best friend, who just entered the room. You turned to him, your bag in hand, surprised he came so quickly. 

You frowned slightly. Jimin seemed... absent and frustrated. Had something gone wrong during his rehearsal?

“You’re okay?” you asked as you walked towards him, "Did something happen?”

“Ah! Hm... no, not at all! I just ran into Wooyoung and... Choi San? It just surprised me!”

He rubbed the back of his head, a tight smile on his face. You tilted your head to the side, confused by his reaction. 

“San is one of Wooyoung's alpha’s,” you explained as you turned on your heels to get your jacket, “I thought I told you he was in a pack with seven other people.”

Jimin nodded silently, which surprised you. Without a word, he walked over to you, and before you could open your mouth, you felt your friend's arms around your waist, clinging to you as he nuzzled his face into your neck. 

“J-Jimin you…”

You heard him mutter a few words that you didn't really understand. It felt like an eternity passed since your last embrace. It was true that you had been a little physically distant since you discovered you were an omega. You tried to avoid physical contact as subtly as possible, although you didn't always succeed. 

When you live with seven people with more than half of them have physical touch as a love language, it’s hard to always find a good excuse to avoid it. 

You suffered a lot because just like them, you had always liked these physical marks of affection they had towards you, and inversely, you liked to show them your affection towards them in this way. 

As always, your whole being was surrounded by that soft, protective warmth you only felt when they were the origin of it. This feeling was even more powerful when it came to Jimin, your best friend, the most important and precious person in your life.

You couldn't resist wrapping your arms around Jimin's chest, holding him close, and resting your head against his shoulder. 

You couldn't fight against it. This was where you felt the safest in the world. Were you felt at your place. In your best friend's arms. 

How you missed those moments. 

“Hey… Are you sure you're all right, Jimin?”

“You have his smell, I don't like it.”

You straightened your head slightly, surprised by these words. What was he talking about? 

“Who…”

“Choi San... I saw you when you took his hand to get up… and his wink…” he paused for a moment before sighing and looking into your eyes, “and… I noticed you were distant recently… you’ll not leaving us, aren’t you? You’ll not leave with them...?”

You had expected everything but this. Jimin always had a jealous and possessive side, he was the one who needed to give and receive affection the most. All this showed a great lack of self-confidence in the young man. 

When you were still at school, you heard that his parents had placed him, like you, in a public school reserved for alpha males. Unfortunately, he didn't fit the physical criteria for alphas his age. When most alpha teenagers were already tall and voice-muted, Jimin was short and puffy-faced. His voice hadn't really changed until he was seventeen. Of course, different as he was, although it was not his fault, he was bullied at school. 

Like you, dancing had been a refuge that had allowed him to keep his head above water. 

This episode of his life had left indelible marks on him. Especially since he had not really been able to benefit from psychological support from his family. His parents thought the harassment was nothing more than teenage squabbling.

They did not approve of his decision to join this dance school. Jimin had to be patient and persuasive to get their permission, against their will. They proclaimed that he would eventually realize that he had no future in this world and that he would come back to the right path or God knows what other nonsense they had come up with, he had stopped listening to them after a while anyway.

You knew the insecurities and lack of trust your best friend had in him. He always had this constant fear of losing and being abandoned by the people he loved. 

He and you were the same. You had similar schooling, your families came from the same rich environment, and had the same mentality. You had the same wounds, some of which were still open. 

So unsurprisingly, the second you heard his words, the surprise passed, and your gaze softened. You put your two hands on Jimin's cheeks and started caressing them. 

“Sorry,” he murmured with a sad pout, “I’m sorry I don't know why I…”

“Don't apologize,” you answered with a little smile, “it's all right…”

“No it’s not.., you don't understand,” he looked away, biting his lip nervously, “it's not all right at all… smelling his scent on you makes me... even though he's an alpha already bound,” he breathed deeply, as if he was trying to control himself, “it's like he's going to take you away from me.”

“Never.” You spoke softly as your thumb caresses his cheeks, “ Listen Jimin, nothing and no one can ever take me away from you,” you whispered, “and if... if his smell bothers you so much, replace it with your own.”

He looked up at you, his lips parted. You couldn’t resist looking down on them, biting yours nervously. Slowly, your eyes moved up to his eyes, your hands still on his soft cheeks. You were so close to him, you could feel his breath gently caressing your lips, making you shiver.

You felt him leaning closer to you, his chest now touching yours. Your lips were close, very close.

No… No, you couldn’t do that to him, nor to your friends, his partners. 

You stepped back slightly. You took a long breath and ran a hand through your hair. What were you doing? And what were those words you told him? 

It was that warmth again, that smell. Jimin's smell. There was this desire, this desire for him. You couldn’t control yourself. And it wasn't your hormones and your omega side this time, no. Maybe it was the distance you had put between you that amplified and rekindled the feelings you had once repressed when you were still a teenager. Your friendship has always been the most important, more than your feelings. 

What were you thinking? Jimin was just your friend, your best friend. And already bonded with other people. 

“Y/n you…” 

“Ah, excuse me, I’m just saying nonsense,” you lied and chuckled slightly, shaking your head, “this is ridiculous, isn't it? We'd better go, Jin and Hobi must be waiting for you!” 

“Don't say that,” he frowned, “this is not ridiculous, and… they're waiting for us. You and me.”

“Yeah, that's what I was saying, let's go!” 

°°°

A pout appeared on your face when you heard Wooyoung’s laugh through your phone. you could have sworn you heard another one. Probably Yeosang’s, Wooyoung omega’s partner. He quickly introduced him to you when you called him twenty minutes ago. 

After your… moment with Jimin, you both joined Hoseok and Jin who were waiting in their car to come home. You didn’t feel any weird mood between Jimin and you, for your greater relief. But you couldn’t forget what happened. 

“I don’t see what’s funny guys!” you told them in an annoyed tone, “What would have happened if I hadn’t stepped back?”

“A Kiss? A long and passionate kiss because you both want it since you know each other. A kiss turning into a hot make-out session and even maybe…” Wooyoung makes a pause, before whispering, “A torrid and desperate fuck. Oh, that made me think that I always wanted to do it in a risky place…”

You sighed loudly not listening to your friend anymore who was rambling. Even if the simple idea of you and Jimin doing any sexual things in a place like a dance studio, when you can get caught at any moment… 

You squeeze your thighs together and shook your head, your face was as red as a tomato.

“I… I can’t Woo’!” 

“And why? You like him, aren’t you? More than a friend I mean.”

You opened your mouth and then closed it. You passed your hand through your hair and stood up to sit on the ground, your back against your bed and your phone on your knees.

“First he’s my best friend.” You began, hearing both omegas sighing, but you ignored them. “Second, he’s taken. Taken with people who are very close friends… And third, I’m an omega and they don’t know anything about that, things could change between us and I don’t want it…”

“Okay…First, you didn’t answer directly to my question but… I think this is the best one I could have.” Wooyoung smirked. “Second, I don’t see where’s the problem. You also have a crush on them, aren’t you?” 

You frowned and stayed silent. You couldn’t deny that you liked every one of them. Really. They were all kind, and funny, you’ve never felt as safe as you do with them. And they were all hot as hell. 

“Listen, I wanted to tell you this sooner,” Wooyoung began with a serious and soft voice, “but all the symptoms you describe when you’re with them, it’s not only your omega’s genes.”

“Well, actually it is, a little,” Yeosang added, “but it only works if you are interested in the alphas. Only if you want them sentimentally, and, or physically, both works.”

“When you met San this afternoon, an alpha, when he took your hand, did you feel something?”

“You mean if I had this heat in my body? This feeling of safety, these butterflies in my stomach? If I wanted to kiss him and spend my life in his arms? Of course not! I only have this with… with Jimin and… and with them… Holy shit.”

You heard two laughs and grabbed a pillow to hide your face in. You let yourself fall to the floor with a loud and desperate whimper. 

Wooyoung didn’t tell you that he asked his boyfriend to come and see them during their dance practice for this specific purpose. He wanted to let you experience the difference between the feeling of being with someone you’re attracted to, and someone you’re not attracted to. Practice always was more effective than theory. 

“Listen, sweetie,” you heard the deep and soft voice of Yeosang after a few seconds, “Just trust your heart. We can’t know how hard it could be for you, that’s true. But if you really love them, if you don’t want to lose them, you need to be honest.”

“And if they don’t accept you as an omega, fuck them! You’ll come live with us! Yunho hyung will like you for sure!”

“I don’t think she needs to think about that, Love. Let’s stay positive, should we?” Yeosang sighs, making you chuckle. 

But Yeosang was right. And that’s why you felt so guilty. You knew you needed to be honest with the boys. Plus, with your avoidant behavior towards them, Jimin thought you planned to leave them, which was the last fucking thing you wanted. 

Well, for your feelings, everything was confusing until now… You began to understand, thanks to Wooyoung and Yeosang. But the omega part was… still so fucking complicated. Every time you thought about a way to tell, at least, just one of them, you saw your mother’s face again when she knew the truth. You could hear the disgust in her voice again. The fear of experiencing it again paralyzed you to do anything with them.

You heard your stomach growling and you sighed. A bowl of ramyeon first. Yeah, you needed to eat. 

°°°

And third, I’m an omega and they don’t know anything about that, things could change between us and I don’t want it.

Jungkook froze in front of your bedroom, his fist still on the door, ready to knock. He just wanted to show you something on his phone when he heard the end of your sentence.

He blinked quickly, and lean his head, confused.

“Noona… is an omega…?” 

“What… did you say, Jungkook?”

He gasped when he heard Yoongi’s voice behind him. Seeing the confused look on his younger’s face, Yoongi realized that he, too, had just learned this information. 

“Wait hyung, maybe I misunderstood…” Jungkook whispered, walking to him, “But I think I heard…”

“I think we need an emergency pack meeting, Bunny, and now.”

[uptownthots]

according to my Kindle I'm 43% through the book right now. my general notes as of rn are: (under a read more bc I yap so much sowwy💕)

1.) there is no central plot. there's like...suggestions of a plot, or perhaps a handful of subplots, but 2/3 of the main POV characters have no concrete goals or motivations (one of them barely has any fucking character traits), and the third character's goal feels like the subplot to a greater central plot that just. isn't there.

2.) the main main character is an insufferable little cunt and I hope he dies genuinely. he's the only one with a clear-cut motivation, and that's to break up the other two POV characters, who are engaged to be married for strictly political reasons. they are not in love, but the main character is so pissed off about it be spends the first half of the book crying and getting drunk and sleeping around and crying and childishly antagonizing his romantic "rival" who is literally just Existing. It's important to note that polyamory is normalized in the book's world + one of the main character's father's was implied to be in a poly relationship, so I have no idea why the mc's romantic interest getting political-married is such a catastrophic deal to him. Within the context of the world it doesn't make sense. It's also implied that the main character sleeps around a lot prior to the beginning of the story so idk why he's allowed to do that but it's a huge fucking problem that his love interest (who he isn't even in a relationship with) gets engaged to a woman he has neither sexual nor romantic feelings for?

3.) this is supposed to be a poly romance and it sucks so fucking bad. I assume the author wanted to do an enemies-to-lovers thing with the main character and his romantic rival and then they both get together with the main romantic interest, but it doesn't work because the characters aren't "enemies," they're "woman who exists and the man who fucking hates her for it." You know how fandom mlm shippers harbor like. a bizarre level of hatred for female love interests of characters they headcanon as gay? That's what the main character's hatred towards his romantic rival feels like. She doesn't even antagonize him back when he starts shit with her 😭 the main character is so unpleasant I can't root for him to get with ANYONE, let alone two people, and he isn't written well enough for me to be interested in seeing him grow and change as a character. I don't want or expect characters to be nicey all the time but I feel like ROMANCE doesn't work if one of the characters sentience sucks. I don't want him to get laid I want him to die!!

4.) The smut sucks so fucking bad. The characters fuck so often and all the sex scenes suck. Scenes featuring female characters read like they're written by a) someone who isn't attracted to women trying to imagine what people who are attracted to women find attractive, or b) a misogynistic gooner. and I am confident the author is neither of these things which makes it all the more bizarre to read. When we're in the main character's head he is always thinking about the breasts or bodies of the female characters in the room with him (they all have huge massive titties if you're wondering btw.) It's very disappointing to pick up a supposedly queer author write "queer romance" that somehow caters almost exclusively to the most bottom of the barrel cishet male standards. And when I say that I don't mean "they shouldn't be having sex they should be Yearning" or whatever. I just feel like self-proclaimed "queer genderfuck poly smut" should maybe do a little more than "what if a cishet woman had huge knockers and a cishet man put his penis inside her and also never reciprocated oral and also what if the clit doesn't exist and we don't mention it once ever."

4.5) SPEAKING of "genderfuck" the main character (cis man) has shapeshifting powers and, as part of his scheme to break up his romantic rival and love interest, shapeshifts into a girl specifically and exclusively for the purpose of spying the romantic rival during a "women's only" tea party she was hosting. After failing to spy because he got distracted fucking a side character he declared that his penis "makes him stupid" and shapeshifts himself a pussy even though he repeatedly said he did not want to bc idk. peepee too horny. Sincerely manifesting that this isn't what's being referred to as "genderfucky" because. oh my god??? 🫡

5.) this is more of an aside but it gets its own point bc it pisses me off so much. "queer genderfuck" story but it HAD to throw in one Mean Predatory Butch Lesbian into the mix for flavor I guess. She's the romantic rival's personal guard or something and is overprotective of her + flirts with nearly every woman she interacts with (including fem!MC if you're wondering) and in-text its clear you're supposed to think she's a mean bitch but I refuse. I don't even like her but whatever!! I find her character really out of place and bizarre like she's feels like such a Made Up Guy To Get Mad At. which i know is a weird thing to say about a fiction book where quite literally every guy is made up but I think that just speaks to her feeling out of place. Why is the only explicitly butch woman a mean cunt* for no reason....okay!

6.) another aside but! one of the fantasy cultures in the book is explicitly Romani-coded (through both the text itself and on the author's Tumblr) but they're also literally known as the animal monster fuckers who are only as racially diverse as they are because they, specifically, LOVE fucking non-humans and "beasts" so much. again. oh my god????

anyway thanks for coming to my TED talk <3

I've vagued about it before but I cannot for the life of me find the post BUT i've been reading the self-published fantasy novel by a popular personality on here and its so so God awful. I think the second worst book I've ever read. anyway its not enough to yap in my friends DMs so I will be yapping here occasionally hehe 🫡

[thecarnivorousmuffinmeta]

Alright, Muffin. I’m a little curious now. Could you please tell us more about the delightful train wreck that would be Bella dating Alice and Edward?

Previous thoughts on Alice/Edward and Alice/Bella.

God, I don't even remember what ask this is, I've talked about too much shit on this blog and polyamory has come up multiple times. I believe the crux of it was that polyamory was not what Meyer was going for in the series and not something she considered a legitimate option (news at 11, amirite?)

Alright, the delightful train wreck is called "Surprise, It's Canon!" In that it's pretty much the same damn thing as canon except that Alice is playing a little more carful of a game.

The Realistic Scenario

Alice still tells Edward that Edward's the one in love with Bella who will either eat her or end up with her and Alice is Bella's "very close friend". If Alice doesn't tell Edward this, he'll have gay panic at Alice both encroaching on Bella Swan who is meant to be his lady love, his own feelings about Bella, his own feelings about Alice, and the idea that Alice will go for Bella.

It would not help things.

So, Edward gets to be the one who "dates" Bella while Alice does things like go on shopping trips with Bella, have jacuzzi night with Bella, practice kissing with Bella, have slumber parties with Bella...

You see where this is going.

It'd be the knob of canon turned slightly more homoerotic than it already was. Where Alice tells both Edward and Bella that she and Bella are totally just friends, uh huh, and proceeds to have a very blatant relationship with Bella Swan that somehow neither Edward nor Bella ever pick up on.

Even after Bella sleeps with Alice.

Just never happens.

Bella's never had a best friend before!

Alright, Polyamory is on the Table

Alice tells Edward that not only is he going to fall madly in love with Bella, so is Alice, and they're all going to sleep together. The family stares even harder than they stared in canon (which was pretty damn hard as this was a very awkward and tense talk).

"Well then." Carlisle says, just as he did in canon.

Edward, meanwhile, is panicking. Not only is he being told he's going to fall in love with this human (NO, NO, FOR THE LOVE OF... Oh I guess she does look kind of pretty if you squint your eyes a bit) but he's being told that he's a shameless lustful mess who will turn not only this poor human girl for his own sinful pleasures but sleep with his sister and allow his sister (who he loves dearly but has no morals whatsoever) to sleep with this woman. NO! EDWARD IS NOT THAT KIND OF MAN!

Edward still runs off to Bella and admits to himself that perhaps he is in love. Though I press the doubt button as I must. As in canon, he valiantly stays away from her for all of two days. It doesn't go well. Unlike canon, he decides to give Alice the complete cold shoulder. HE'LL SHOW HER WHO WILL SLEEP WITH WHOM. Alice tells him she knows he's going to fail, EDWARD IS NOT LISTENING!

Well, as in canon, Edward gives up despair and tells himself that he can just date Bella a little bit. Only a smidge, mind you, then he'll leave her later and kill himself in despair. There will be no turning Bella Swan, NO THREESOMES, it will be a perfect, wonderful, relationship until Bella inevitably tires of him for he is a monster.

Alice ruins this.

She starts flirting with Bella. Hard.

Now, normally Edward wouldn't notice, but he sure notices now thanks to Alice's warning him all about this. EDWARD MUST PROTECT BELLA AT ALL COSTS.

Edward ends up babbling to Bella how much he loves his sister, deeply, truly, but Bella can absolutely not go near her. Ever.

Bella misunderstands and takes this to mean that Edward is actually in love with Alice (per this ask the only other single member of the family) and that Bella is the woman in the sly/the rebound after Alice rejected Edward offscreen.

Woe and despair.

In tears, Bella breaks up with Edward because she can't watch him do this to himself.

Edward is very confused but also in despair as he figures Bella must have realized how much of a monster he truly is and is finally making the right choice for herself however much it hurts him. He puts on a very brave face and tells Bella that she will never see any of them again.

Edward pulls a New Moon early, Bella dumped him, they have to leave (Rosalie is so upset, she can't even). Alice is also upset, what the fuck, Edward? First, this isn't going to work, Edward will come crawling back, and second can't Edward think about anyone but himself? And how did this even happen? Things were going so well but then Edward started dropping cryptic warnings about Alice and shit hit the fan. Alice blames Edward for all of this, entirely.

Alright Edward, fuck you, I want my girlfriend. A best friend is one thing but this is the love of Alice and Edward's life. The rest of the family can go but Alice isn't leaving.

Well, that's not how this works, the family can't half leave Forks. The rest of the family, seeing no real need to leave, decides to stay. Now Edward can't leave as he'd be the only one leaving and it'd be pointless.

And Edward had just told Bella that she would never see any of them again.

So now he looks like an idiot.

The next day at school, Edward is still dumped, and Alice makes her move. She helps Bella through her awful breakup (awful indeed as Bella is now being comforted by her best friend who she sacrificed her perfect relationship for and ALICE CAN NEVER KNOW).

Alice asks if Bella won't please forgive Edward for being a complete jackass. Alice knows it's hard, but Alice promises they'll all, she means Edward and Bella, will be happier for it.

Then the whole truth comes gushing out. Bella tells Alice all about her misconceptions and oh, oh, Alice can work with this.

Alice tells Bella that's it's very true, she and Edward have been in love for years BUT A PIECE OF THE PUZZLE WAS MISSING. Who is that puzzle piece, you ask? That's right, it's Bella Swan. Their perfect relationship could not take off because Bella Swan is vital to it. She is the jelly to their bread and peanut butter. They are incomplete without her.

Bella is dubious but this is just the sort of validation she needs and craves. Suddenly, Bella can be a part of the Cullens again and, better, a part of one of the Cullens' already perfect relationship between her two favorite Cullens.

Bella is on board for the threesome.

Edward, who is still dumped, CANNOT EVEN. ALICE YOU WITCH! Alice doesn't care, she's right and he will know it soon enough.

Alice tells Edward, smirking in a spinny chair, that he might as well give into the inevitable. He gave it a good run, but even if he persists in being a fool, Alice will certainly get Bella and all Edward will be doing is sitting in a corner and crying. Single, a virgin, and miserable.

Long story short, Alice ends up sleeping with Edward here to cement their pact. Edward tries to convince Alice to help keep Bella human for even a little while but Alice don't care. NOPE, we're not doing that, Edward, you had your fun but now it's Alice's turn.

Bella is turned, does not marry Edward (Edward cries for he lives in a den of sin and he is one of the sinners), and thinks she's in the world's most fantastic relationship. Edward cries on the inside.

And Alice?

You never bet against Alice.

[sabo-has-my-heart]

Hi Astra! CONGRATS FOR THE 300 FOLLOWERS, YAHOO!!! If it's okay with you, can I request a Poly Pet/Animal Au with Ace, Sabo, and Fem! Hybrid Cat! reader with fluff prompt #3 and #7? You can assign which character have that prompt! The story would go like this: Hybrid Reader escaped from a laboratory where a bunch of scientists experimented on her. She happened to stumble on the two brothers, the two gladly took her in. From there, she started living with the two happily. But apparently, the two are harboring feelings for the hybrid feline. Thank youuu sooo muchhh ♥️

Warnings: hurt/comfort, human/hybrid experimentation, polyamory, fluff

Word Count: 1780

Sitting alone in a small, white room, you curled into a ball, ears twitching. You wanted out, you wanted to get away from here. You hated the constant experiments, the needles, the wires… the pain. A small sob escaped your lips, you weren’t an animal, hell even animals didn’t deserve this kind of treatment. You’d always been a hybrid, but for some reason these people seemed to think that you were the perfect test subject. Why, you didn’t know, hybrids had been around for some time now, they weren’t some rare creature that ‘needed’ study any more, so why you? Why a 13-year-old girl kidnapped from the streets to spend the next 9 years as a test subject? The lights in your room flickered, your head tilting to the side in confusion. That hadn’t ever happened, the lights always burned brightly, hurting your eyes. Finally, the lights shut off, the constant buzzing of electronics dying with them. Blinking your eyes, you looked around the dark room, not even the light from the hallway peeked in through the small window in the door, nor the blinking red light on the camera. Tentatively, you stood up, walking to the door. Was this another test? See what happened if they made it look like the power was cut? Could you really take the chance that it wasn’t and stay here? Grabbing the door, you turned the handle, pulling it open. The normally electronically locked door pulled open, a sense of hope filling you. You had to try. Running down the halls, you avoided anything that smelled or sounded like people as you rushed down the halls, occasionally sniffing the air, hoping for something that wasn’t cleaning supplies and medical compounds. Finally it hit you, a vague memory of a familiar scent… grass. Your speed picked up, drawing upon every last ounce of energy as you threw the doors open, bursting out of the building, wild eyes looking around, searching for something, what you weren’t sure. Barely clothed in a loose white shirt and white pants, you hurried down the street, flats leaving your feet, not made for the kind of running you were doing. A gasp left your lips as you sped around a corner, only to run smack dab into a very solid human form. Sitting on the ground, you looked up to see a bewildered black-haired young man.

“You’re definitely not my brother. You uh, have you seen a blond around? Has a scar over his left eye, an-” the young man looked you up at down, finally noticing the unusual clothing, lack of shoes, and wild eyes, “Are… you alright?” the boy asked, leaning down and offering you his hand. Another form suddenly slid around the corner, eyes wide.

“Oh thank god, Ace! You’re here right on… time…” a blond trailed off as he looked down at you, brow furrowing for a moment before his eyes widened.

“Holy shit, the rumors were true. Ace, we gotta help her! Come on, bring her to the car.” the blond said, glancing back around the corner before looking back at the first male, Ace.

“Whoa, whoa, Sabo. Calm down, what’re you talking about?” Ace asked, watching as the blond, Sabo, looked around, looking rather antsy.

“Not important right now, come on, we’ve gotta get outta here before-” the sounds of shouting drew the attention of all three of you.

“Help me.” you whimpered, Ace looking at Sabo before looking at you and nodding.

“Sorry kitty cat, but this’ll be easier.” Ace said, picking you up before he and Sabo began to sprint down the streets, Ace practically throwing you into the back of a car before the two got in, speeding away. 

The brothers had taken you in, hiding you in their apartment, giving you some of their little brother’s old clothes until they got you something better. Apparently, Sabo was the one who’d cut the power. Why, he never told you, but you were grateful all the same. Your ears still twitched at the small sounds that approached the apartment door, sniffing the air before your alert form relaxed. It had only been 2 years since you’d escaped, constantly on alert every time you heard the slightest noise. The brothers had done a good job of hiding you, covering your ears and tail every time you went out, buying wigs so nobody would recognize you. Afterall, no one would think much of a young woman in a cute hat who looked like she was related to them. It was by no means perfect, but it seemed to convince anyone who didn’t know them. While you often preferred the safety of the apartment, when they did escort you out around town, your favorite place was the park, finding a nice, secluded spot to rub against or roll around in the grass. Smelling the flowers, or just laying in the sun. Ace and Sabo quickly found out about your somewhat cat-ish quirks with rubbing up against things, marking them as you went. The couch, the back seat of the car, the dining chairs… them. Neither of the boys were sure if it meant anything, just letting you do what you wanted, but they couldn’t help but secretly hope it meant something. They’d talked about it at length when Ace passively mentioned that he wondered what kind of guy you were into, if you were into any guys at all. After a few months of tiptoeing around the subject followed by a few more months of trying to one up each other, they’d finally come to a truce. It was your decision, after all. That being said, they did end up wondering what would happen if you couldn’t choose between them. Choosing neither was one thing, but what if you wanted both? That had been another lengthy discussion that ended with the agreement to share. After all, there were only two other people in the world they trusted as much as they trusted each other. 

Sitting on the couch, one boy on either side of you, you curled up with them, yawning as you began to doze off, head resting on Ace’s lap, legs resting over Sabo’s lap. Ace smiled as he ran his hands through your hair, a small pur rumbling in your chest before dying down as you fell asleep.

“Fuck, she’s beautiful.” Ace muttered, Sabo’s thumb rubbing small circles on your thigh as they watched you sleep, sprawled across their laps.

“We should… tell her how we feel. It’s been 2 years since we met her, can we really continue to hide it from her?” Sabo suggested, sighing contentedly. As nervous as the idea of confessing made him, he wasn’t sure he could hide it from you much longer.

“I know, I just… I don’t want her to run from us.” Ace sighed, fingers still running through your hair.

“I don’t think she will. We helped her get away from… we took her in, we’ve hidden her and protected her, I think… worse case scenario, she starts to feel uncomfortable after our confession, at which point we ask Luffy if he and his friends can take her in.” Sabo said, Ace sighing and nodding. The blond had a point.

“When?” Ace asked, both boys still just staring fondly down at you.

“Soon. I say we either take her to that hill that overlooks one of the parks or we tell her after a nice dinner.” Sabo proposed, Ace nodding in agreement.

“Why not next week? Take her out for a small picnic on the hill, tell her then.” Ace suggested, Sabo nodding, it sounded like a good idea.

You smiled as you basked in the warm sunshine, not noticing the look the two brothers gave each other.

“Kitten?” Ace called, drawing you out of your thoughts. You just hummed your response, eyes half open as you looked over at them.

“You mind if we, uh… talk about something? Nothing bad, I promise, just… something important.” Ace reassured, watching as you nodded, ears tilting adorably. Sabo took a deep breath, trying to calm his pounding heart.

“Here’s the thing, Princess. We need to know how you feel about us. We’ve known how we feel about you for a while now, but we can’t keep wondering.” Sabo explained as you stared at them. How you felt about them? Were they talking about what you thought they were talking about? Your cheeks flushed slightly. You’d thought about it at such length that you were still debating it. Did they want you to choose? Were they actually asking about that? Taking a deep breath, you allowed yourself to enjoy the small breeze that swept across the hill. 

“I care deeply… about both of you. I have for some time now, I’ve…” you swallowed hard, trying to bring yourself to say what you felt, “I love you.” you whispered, your voice so quiet it was almost drowned out by the sound of the wind rustling the grass, “don’t… don’t make me choose.” you added, pulling your knees close and wrapping your arms around them. A pair of arms wrapped around you, surprising you.

“I never dared to even dream about you feeling the same.” Ace breathed, pulling you to sit between his legs, his heart soaring. He’d wished and prayed, yet never dared hope that you might love him. You looked back at him for a moment before your head was turned back in front of you, Sabo kneeling in front of you.

“We wouldn’t ever dare make you choose between us. If you’ll have the both of us, that is.” Sabo said softly, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear. A smile spread across your face, pulling out of Ace’s arms to tackle Sabo in a hug, laughing happily.

“Hey! Who said you could go anywhere.” Ace protested, joining you and Sabo in laying on the ground, both male’s arms wrapped around you. The three of you lay there for a moment, just enjoying yourselves as you basked in their warmth and love.

“Should we go home? Take this love fest somewhere else?” Ace asked after a moment, not noticing as your eyes slowly began to close, the comfort of being in their arms starting to lull you to sleep.

“How about we just stay here and cuddle for a little while, she’s sleepy.” Sabo whispered, placing a kiss on your forehead as you once more drifted off, curled up with the brothers. Ace just nodded, feeling a little tired himself, following you in your trip to the land of dreams, Sabo chuckling before snuggling closer to you, deciding to follow your and Ace’s lead.

[fanf1ctionwrit1n]

Our Clothes

Paring: Bucky x Ziva x Reader

Warning(s): One swear

A/n: My first polyamory relationship piece, but I’m really excited for you all to read it! It’s a little shitter than intended but here it is.

Word count: 467

Saturday was usually your favorite day of the week, but not this time. Bucky had been a mission for the past two months, and Ziva was called into work. Dating Bucky and Ziva, you were told you had a thing for ex-assassins, which wasn’t true nor false. Usually when they were here, you’d say in bed for hours.

All you could think about was Ziva and Bucky. Sighing, you got up and headed to your room. You threw on Ziva’s hoodie and a pair of Bucky’s sweatpants, calming slightly at the lingering smell of them both.

All you could think about was Ziva and Bucky. Sighing, you got up and headed to your room. You threw on Ziva’s hoodie and a pair of Bucky’s sweatpants, calming slightly at the lingering smell of them both.

You headed back to your office, and closed the door before you sat down at the desk now that you were able to focus better. You put in your earbuds, and played some music to completely remove yourself from the world to finish grading.

Completely unbeknownst, Ziva was in the kitchen, along with Bucky who’d returned early. Ziva had texted you, letting you know she was on her way home, but from the overwhelming silence, she knew you didn’t see it.

You took out your earbuds, slightly startled by your door opening. You looked at your door.

“Is that my hoodie?” Ziva asked.

“Maybe,” You responded, a small smirk forming on your face.

“And my sweatpants?” Bucky asked.

“I don’t see you wearing them!” He chuckled before you got up to hug him. “I missed you.” Your voice barely a whisper.

“I missed you too. I missed both of you.” You pulled away from him, looking at him. You watched as his face contorted in pain.

“James Buchanan Barnes.” You stated.

“Oh shit, looks like someone’s in trouble.” Ziva said with a slight laugh.

“Did you come here without getting checked out by the medic?” You questioned.

“That’s possible.” He stated.

“Bucky! You know I hate when you do that!” You shouted, “I hate knowing that you both could die everyday but I hate it even more when you come home hurt!”

“If I’m being honest, it was Steve’s idea.”

“Like hell it was. He knows how I feel about this.”

“I’m serious!”

“I’m sure you are.” Ziva stated.

“You too?!” Bucky questioned.

“I hate this just as much as she does.”

“That's it! I’m calling Steve!” You exclaimed. You squeezed past them, heading for your bedroom where your phone was.

“Hey doll? You should wear my sweatpants more often, they make your ass look great.”

“He’s not wrong.” Ziva chimed in. You smiled, finally happy to have the loves of your life home safe with you.

All: @sade-shark

Ncis: @nerdyfangirl67 @simpforcrimeshows

Marvel: @arethosepotatoes

[takaraphoenix]

No actually, here's the specific version of that last post, because it drives me mad.

So a JohnZee shipper came onto my King Shark/John post to throw around insults, ending it with a variation of JohnZee superiority.

And there are layers to why this one pisses me off.

First of all, will never stop being baffled about "this isn't the right ship uwu" behavior ON CANON SHIPS. Used to canon endgame shippers having a superiority complex and stomping out non canon rare pairs. No understanding for this cringe behavior either, but used to it.

But to attack a canon ship for not being the "right" canon ship is just... many shades of embarrassing all on its own.

It's 2022, ship wars are already childish and outdated enough to be an embarrassment as is, but in a franchise that hinges on a MULTIVERSE. Where many different universes with many different ships exist in canon. It just... HOW do you end up a ""fan"" of it if you fundamentally do not grasp the core concept of the thing...?

The multiverse is the PEFGECT analogy to fandom and shipping. Many many interpretations amd versions exist, but a version with a different ship existing does neither threaten nor erase the existence of YOUR favorite version. You could literally just not engage with the Elseworld that isn't to your liking.

But even the multiverse aside, in the movie where King Shark and Constantine hooked up, that was a PAST relationship. Not even the endgame, like... specifically JohnZee was literally still endgame in that movie...

There is something so inherently creepy about trying to erase the past for the sake of your ship. Wanting them to be each other's first and only. It is such an unhealthy mindset, this obsession with having no other romantic or sexual partners before they get their endgame.

They treat love like you get ONE jar full of it at birth and pass out parts of its content with each relationship, meaning there is quantatively less love to give to your "endgame" partner if you loved someone else before them. Like having loved someone else before somehow devalues the current love. And I have seen this behavior A LOT in fandoms; this isn't the first time I've observed this.

It's so nonsensical and untrue.

And now back to the specific parts.

Because all of this pisses me off all the more when it is about John Constantine.

John isn't some chaste, romantic one true love kind of guy. He, canonically, fucked a humanoid shark. Made out with Lucifer in a public bathroom. Proposed a threesome to a man and his basically werewolf husband.

John Constantine fucks around. That is... just an inherent part of his character. And if you can't accept that... you don't really like John Constantine, you like some fanon version you created in your head.

Now the other part of what pisses me off here, specifically: I am a huge JohnZee shipper. I love them. Adore them. They are one of my top five favorite DC ships.

How dare someone go around shit on other John ships in JohnZee's name.

And now the last layer of why this pisses me of: My original post always implied JohnZee because it was Zatanna who brought the punchline.

Because thd beauty of JohnZee is that she KNOWS what kind of man John is. And she still loves him. She doesn't need to erase his past to love his present.

Or try to change him. Because I am 100% a JohnZee poly truther. They are always together. And always in love. Even when she has a hook up in Vegas or he is snogging satan. The next time they meet, their pillow talk is about their individual hook ups. Even when I write, or read, other ships for either of them, to me, JohnZee is still a thing.

With other ships, I multiship differently, in more of a multiverse approach. But these two? To me, personally, they belong together but they also don't restrict each other and they exist outside of each other and have a consensual, polyamorous arangement.

This ship lends itself so BEAUTIFULLY to polyamory, to acceptance and to a very spicy and rich past. Why would you want to reduce it to some generic, bland "one and only, no one before, during or after" ship...? Can't comprehend that, honestly.

[castiel-left-his-mark-on-me]

wait wait hold on

so im just getting back into the spn fandom (never really joined tbh, i just enjoyed the show) and,, cockles is an actual thing? what??

I mean ... yeah?

Look, I know as soon as I write this, I'm going to have dozens of people saying "It's not real!" and "you're just seeing everything through your Cockles-lens" ... and you know, that's not necessarily untrue.

Cockles is not explicitly "real" in that, Jensen and Misha have not come out and said "We are in a poly-relationship with each other". They have also not claimed to be in any kind of romantic relationship together; but ... at this point, do they really have to?

Back in 2014 when I started really shipping them, there weren't too many Cockles fans out there. Not serious ones anyway, but as the years gone by, more and more have come to believe that there is something beyond friendship between the two. From the shit they've said to how they act, all the touching, the fondness, the thinly veiled implications, the allusions to it on SPN (Siobhan and Kristen) to family and friends alluding to it too ... there is just SO MUCH that points to them being together that a blatant admission would just be a cherry on top. And besides that, one does not need to scream something from the mountain tops just to make it true. There are other ways to know the facts.

And now, with Misha's latest tweet-- confirming that the two of them did "live" together in some sense, a lot of those past implications and statements seem to be a lot more loaded than they already were.

Jensen saying "That's what he sounds like in the morning" and "He shared that with me" (referring to a dream Misha had the night before) and Misha talking about "Waking up in Jensen's bed" and telling multiple stories that imply a level of comfort and domesticity between them ... it all takes on a new light if the two were living together.

So, for someone who has been on this ship a long, long time, yeah ... it's an actual thing. It's been an actual thing. Everything that has come out in the last decade has only made that clearer to me; but for the newbies, the reluctant wave of fresh shippers who "didn't want to ship real people, but then ... Cockles" this latest information lifted the last bit of fog from their view.

Jensen and Misha are together. They are also very much in love with their wives and adore their children with their whole hearts.

Polyamory is not a new concept for Misha, and who knows if it is for Jensen (I have my suspicions it might not be based on that orgy-story from a few years back, but that's neither here nor there) but the two of them are certainly living out the concept now, and seemingly have been for quite some time.

We might never know how long they've been together and they might never feel comfortable enough to come out and say that they are; but actions and some words speak louder than others, and I've had my ears perked and eyes open for a while, so this isn't really news to me.

It's just very nice to know that with every day that passes, I'm proven more and more right.

Jensen and Misha are an actual thing-- a thing that brings me endless joy, and I thank them for that.

[alieinthemorning]

Inked Wrists [Dynamight | Bakugou Katsuki || Red Riot | Kirishima Eijirou]

Content: Soulmate-Identifying Marks, Angst, Polyamory, Established Relationship

Pronouns: None

Bakugou Header: @/coaco_rami | Kirishima Header: @/urachan1629

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This work’s concepts, plot and original characters are my own which means I do not allow any sort of creative theft nor do I allow my work to be entered into any sort of A.I. bots. Thank you for respecting my space and boundaries.

At one point, people were born equal. 

In the world of quirks, this is no longer true. 

In the world of soulmates, this is even more false. 

You were a part of the 5% population who had a soulmate.

You and your partners

You glanced at your right wrist: 

Bakugou Katsuki

Then your left:

Kirishima Eijirou 

These two names appeared on your wrists the moment you stepped foot on UA’s grounds. 

You didn’t know who they were during the exams, but the moment you walked through Class 1-A’s door, you knew. The three of you were immediately drawn to each other (even if Katsuki was too shy to admit it).

But now…

Now it just seemed to be you and Eijirou.

Katsuki was spending more time training (as if he wasn’t strong enough). More time studying (as if he wasn’t smart enough).

He was just 

gone.

“You seem to be thinking hard, what’s wrong?” He asked, raising a hand up to caress your cheek. 

You blinked at him, slowly returning to reality. 

You were in your room, on your bed, with Eijirou resting in your lap. It was after classes and training and—

“Oh. I’m sorry.” You resumed stroking his hair. That must have been why he said that.

Or maybe not— because he sat up, facing you head on. “What’s wrong? I can basically hear the gears churning up here.” He tapped your forehead. 

You sighed, “I can’t keep anything from you.”

“Well, something ya can, and other things…” He trailed off, caressing your wrist.

Your right wrist. 

Ah.

“So you noticed it too…” 

Eijirou nodded. “I feel like ever since we rescued him, he’s just been…off.” He paused, “And not just because of that— it’s like…”

“There’s something else he’s not telling us.” You finished. 

The two of you were quiet for a moment then

“We have to confront him.”

And what a fucking mistake that was. 

“Katsuki…is there something wrong—?” You barely got to get the entire question out before he was jumping down your throat and stalking toward you.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” His hands flexed at his side.

Regardless, you held your ground. “Ever since the kidnapping, you’ve—”

His hands popped once, then he was turned away from you. “I don’t want to talk about it.” 

Eijirou was on his other side, arms crossed, stance strong. “At least hear us out, man…we know something is—”

“You don’t know shit!” Katsuki raised a crackling hand up, ready to slam it in the side of Eijirou’s head.

So you quickly activated your quirk, Gummy Gum, wrestling his arm back with the elastic substance. 

Katsuki looked between the two of you. “I’m not saying shit, so drop this weakass quirk before I make you drop it.” 

You did, knowing that he wasn’t going to actually harm you, but instead knew that he had reached his limit and pushing him any further would instead push him away from you. 

Even further that he already was.

So instead, you waited. 

Waited for him to come to you on his own.

And he did.

Just not in the way you were expecting. 

Battered and bruised. 

Eyes glazed over with what you could only identify as 

Regret. 

He didn’t tell you what happened, just stood at the door waiting. 

So with a quick glance at Eijirou, you did the only thing you could do

You opened your arms and heart for him.

As the two of you would always do.

Because at the end of the day, this is the only thing you could ask for.

For them to come home.

Until he didn’t.

This took like three days.

I'm not actively writing for this again btw. I just really needed to rewrite this lol.

I also I did not realize that I never posted this here.

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[blendedgender]

NSFW/ BDSM SMUT Jasmine Kennedie x Gigi Goode x Bosco x Kerri Colby (1) - ‘Date’ Night

Both Gigi and Jasmine groggily woke up with massive headaches, as if they were hungover. “Ow, fuck. Babe, do we have any painkillers?” Jasmine barely mutters out, shutting her eyes so she doesn’t feel the sunlight. Gigi rolled onto her back, feeling the room spin for a bit, before being able to answer “I don’t think so” she mumbles, hoping her words were clear. It takes a couple of minutes for her to finally open her eyes and not see everything moving. This wasn’t their room. “What the fuck? Where are we?” she asks, sitting up cautiously. When she thinks to the previous night, it all hits her. Bosco and Kerri. “Huh? Oh, shit” Jasmine groans, sitting up as well. Gigi notices a small paper on the edge of the bed. She stretches out to grab it, and unfolds it. ‘Let us know if you’re cool with opening up your relationship. We also hope you like Chinese food’ the notes reads. “What’s that?” Jasmine asks, resting her head on Gigi’s shoulder and reading it. “So... what do you think?” Jasmine asks, a bit nervously, and Gigi’s face softens when she hears the nervousness in her girlfriend’s voice. “Well... we both like Chinese food” Gigi tries to ease Jasmine, which works. “You dork” she smiles, kissing Gigi's cheek “You know I love you, right?” “I know. I love you too” Gigi kisses the top of Jasmine’s head. “I uh... don’t really mind polyamory. I kind of like the idea of showing you off, you know?” Jasmine says, making Gigi laugh. “You wanna show me off? To Kerri and Bosco of all people?” Gigi smiles humorously at Jasmine, who laughs with her. “Maybe. I mean, Kerri did call you a bottom. Maybe I want us to prove her wrong” Jasmine jokes, and Gigi raises a brow “Let’s prove her wrong”.

The dinner consisted of Kerri and Bosco flirting with the hero couple, while they were more reserved. Neither Jasmine nor Gigi expected for this to ever happen. What Gigi and Jasmine didn’t know, was that Bosco and Kerri had overheard them about ‘proving Kerri wrong’. It sent a fire through the villain duo, who wanted nothing more than to see the two writhe underneath them. So after the dinner, Kerri and Bosco suggested for them to take a shower before meeting them in their room. They were glad that the dinner allowed them to discuss their preferences and boundaries. Bosco and Kerri were definitely going to use that to their advantage.

Gigi was not proving Kerri wrong. Not in the slightest. In fact, she was doing the opposite. Gigi currently found herself in a frog-tie position on the bed but instead of her arms being behind her back, they were stretched out and tied to the headboard. She was blindfolded, while Kerri was behind her, taking her time with teasing the hero. Jasmine, on the other hand, was not blindfolded, but she was bent over a chair and tied to it with Bosco standing behind her, watching the other two on the bed. “Since you’re such a top, do you care to explain yourself?” Kerri giggles by Gigi’s ear. “Fuck you - oh” “Still as bratty as your girlfriend, even in this position” Kerri sighs with a fake dramatic tone, her finger in Gigi’s ass. “Sh-shut up, ah!” Gigi lets out a small squeak when Kerri spanks her. “Keep this up and I’ll gag you” she fake threatens, but feels Gigi loosening up more. During their interaction, Bosco has only been letting her fingers skitter across Jasmine’s back and ass, not giving her more attention than that, while Jasmine whined. “B-Bosco, please” “Shh, I’m watching” Bosco whispers, lightly pinching the skin of Jasmine’s thigh. Bosco was enjoying the way Jasmine would try - and fail - to get her to stop teasing, but it was all too fun. 

“You just want someone to have their way with you, don’t you?” Kerri teases, and slaps Gigi’s ass again, making her let out a high pitched whine. All Gigi could do was nod frantically, the teasing stimulation getting to her. “Please” she groans out, and Kerri raises a brow, then bends over to whisper in her ear. “Please what?” “Fuck me” Gigi groans, but Kerri just laughs. “Wasn’t it... what, five, ten minutes ago you said you wouldn’t beg me or Bosco for anything?” she questions, and Gigi lets out a whimper. Gigi had originally tried to be the one in control of the situation, but that plan backfired the second Kerri pinned her down to the mattress and kissed her neck. “If you’re not gonna fuck me, untie me and I’ll fuck you instead” Gigi fires out, and Kerri simply hums before harshly sucking on the plane of Gigi’s back. “Your girlfriend looks really pretty in that position, don’t you think?” Bosco asks, inserting a finger into Jasmine, who whines. “S-she always looks pretty” Jasmine sighs out, paying attention to the way Gigi’s body reacts to Kerri’s touch. “I’m sure she does. Now tell me, has she ever put you in that position? Or this one?” Bosco asks, then gets on her knees to lick Jasmine’s hole. It makes her tense up and moan, the stimulation still no where near enough to satisfy her. “I asked you a question” “She has” Jasmine whines out as Bosco sucks on the flesh of her ass.

Kerri set a swift pace, thrusting two fingers into Gigi while using her other hand to massage her balls. Gigi’s labored breathing made Kerri wanted to just go for it, but she wanted to make sure Gigi was ready for that. She slowly added a third finger, and noticed Gigi tensing up a bit with a small inhale. “Do you want to stop or take a break?” Kerri whispers by Gigi’s ear, who shakes her head. “I-I’m good, thank you” she sighs out, and Kerri gives her a gentle kiss on the cheek. She fingers her a bit more, before stopping to roll a condom on. “Are you ready?” Kerri asks and Gigi just nods frantically, craving her release. Bosco takes that as the ‘go’ to start genuinely prepping Jasmine, who whined when Bosco hit her spot. 

Kerri slowly pushed her dick into Gigi, who lets out a load groan. She still moves in slowly, until she reaches the base of her dick. Kerri lets out a loud moan, and Bosco starts unwrapping her condom. Kerri starts to move out, and go back in, setting a rhythmic pace. Jasmine lets out an obscene groan when Bosco enters her, who sighs at the feeling of Jasmine around. “Fuck, you look and feel so amazing around me. How do I feel baby?” “G-good. So good” Gigi sighs out, feeling her arms start to tire out a bit. 

Kerri and Bosco went at it with the two heroes, sometimes slowing down to tease them, and switching between degrading or praising them. It doesn’t take much longer for any of them to finish, the four of them fully riled up by the different stimulations. When they end up finishing, Bosco and Kerri untie the two women beneath them, and lead them to the bathroom to help clean and care for them. 

“So, did you enjoy ‘proving us wrong’?” “Shut up” Gigi mumbles into Kerri’s shoulder, falling into a deep sleep. 

[strangestcase]

It’s so fucking funny when arophobes are like WELL BY YOUR DEFINITION GUESS I AM IN A QUEEPLATONIC POLYCULE NOW LMAO like Kevin you jape and joke but. you could be right y’know. Like whenever you say “I do [generic platonic intimacy] with my friends but I don’t call it a QueerPlatonic Partnership, its just friendship to me” you are admitting the only reason u aren’t in a QPP is because, while ur relationship COULD be described as one, you don’t call it that. That’s cool, only you get to define what your relationships r and how do u call them! That’s great! but listen. You’re saying your relationships fit The Mold of a QPP but that u just label it as a friendship thus making it Not A QPP -which is valid, u do u!- buuuuut then throw a hissy fit when someone, aro or not, decides to do it the other way around. Funny how that works.

Just say you hate the “weird”, “freaky”, “not normal” gays and go, u fucking traitor, And go do some self-reflection at that, hm? For starters ask yourself why do TERFs say the same shit about QPPs? Or why the hell do you assume polyamory is always NSFW? Or why do you have the need to define other people’s relationships/identities of them as if they were fuckin dumb? Or why do you call to the medicalization (“that’s just friends y’all need therapy lolololol”) of people who just fucking DARED do something cishets don’t like? Or why do you think amatonormativity, one of the biggest weapons of heteronormativity and the PatriarchyTM, doesn’t exist simply because the icky freaky aros and yucky cringe aces care about it? Or ur involvement with cringe culture which isn’t ableist at all! (last sentence is sarcastic btw)

“It’s just a friendship! I call that friendship” well they certainly don’t call it a friendship, the same way you don’t call your so-called Extremely Close Deeply Intimate Platonic Share-a-house friendships QPPs (which would be their “real“ name but as I’ve said before, you name your relationships how u want— not how others tell you, which is something exclus LOVE to do! so progressive /s). Like it’s not that hard, just stop getting pressed about how people live and define their platonic experiences , simple as that lmao... and that’s not even taking into account the HUGE amatonormativity we ALL, aro or not, face.

But sure KEVIN go on about how having a relationship that most cishets would undoubtedly bash and think of as some freaky “loveless” perversion of a married couple is actually A Very Normal, Not Opressed at All Normal Not Hated By Cishets Friendship. MAybe learn not to agree with TERFs and to apply some self-awareness and self-reflection to urself cause if u go around every post about QPPs saying “IF THIS EXISTED I WOULD BE IN ONE”, maybe you are so close yet so far to realizing QPPs are actually, while not normalized nor visible in cishet society, very common, particularly within the LGBT community, and even ur alloro ass could b in one without noticing...

i bet at least some exclusionists are probably part of the marginalized identities they love to shit on without knowing but they will take much much longer to notice than to make a miserable google search and educate themselves on what a queerplatonic partnership is and entails. Remember all those posts about mentally ill children never getting diagnosed because their parents r mentally ill too and having only known that reality they really think “everyone is Like That, everyone Does That“? Yeah this entire situation has a vague resemblance to that. “That’s Just friends! how is that Gay? Everyone does that!” Kevin, you are basically married to your best friend....... MOST CISHETS DONT DO THAT IN FACT ITS A SOCIETAL EXPECTATION TO HANG OUT MORE WITH YOUR SPOUSE THAN UR FRIENDS YOU PIECE OF OVERCOOKED MACARONI... FFS the day you douchefucks learn that amatonormativity is an important feminist term describing the insidious way heterosexual relationships are pushed onto people by putting romantic love above literally everything else will b the day I die. /hyperbole

Meanwhile keep it up with the racism and ableism Kevin, Good Job at redirecting homophobia towards the members of the community were suposed to be in for SAFETY and not popularity points. /s I’m sure ur cishet friends will laugh at first before they get tired of picking on the Freaky Gross Fake White Girl Queers (cause that’s what u assume every single aspec person is anyway lol, I guess all of the black aces I’ve met are bots then /j). Then it will be you because the bar for meeting cisallohet expectations gets higher and higher the more u commodify, assimilate, and sell off this community that, I HAVE TO REMIND U, ISNT A “YOU HAVE TO THIS GAY TO ENTER” COOL KID CLUB, it’s made for SURVIVAL, it’s a fucking radical CIVIL RIGHTS MOVEMENT!

when u put your siblings down, we become vulnerable to the patriarchy

to destroy homophobia as it is, we have to defy the societal expectations of what a “normal” relationship is, because to most people, “normal” = “the only option”, and that option is marrying a person of the opposite sex and keeping romantic and sexual intimacy with them and centering ur life around THAT and NOTHING ELSE. A straight marriage in which u owe sex to ONE person as long as u are together. To even the most vanilla cis gay person, that’d be denying them of their own sexuality and agency. Hell a lot of cishets would find that boring, restraining, and unpleasant! They too have the right to explore their sexuality and have whatever relationships they want (as long as no one gets hurt, granted).

if we want to fight against that, we have to understand that ”weird” relationships are an option, Too, just as Good as the “default”! And QPPs are a BIG part of that!

so for your OWN SAKE, maybe learn what words mean and apply them accordingly before you go onto tumblr to bully other gay people for existing, OKAY?

TLDR: QPPs aren’t just friendships, the limits between different types of relationships are defined by the people who are in them and not others, QPPs are more common than it seems (some people could be in a QPP without noticing) but certainly aren’t normalized or accepted in cishet society, and exclusionists are ignorant (and racist and ableist) pieces of shit that are basically cutting off their noses to spite their face. Pushing other people out of the community to look better to cisallohets has very real drawbacks to everyone.

[flashflashhundredyarddash]

okay the halbarryiris polyamory post lets gooo

tw for internalized homophobia and biphobia

so barry spends his childhood bouncing around between foster homes so he doesn't really worry about relationships

once he gets to college he realizes he's bi and he's like oh. oh NO.

he very much does Not want to deal it so he sort of decides that he'll only try to date women

oh barry

i also headcanon that barry has pretty intense anxiety

so he graduates college, gets a cool job, and then oh holy shit barry has superspeed now

so he meets iris and hal at roughly the same time; he meets iris separately as both barry and the flash, and he meets hal as the flash

hal immediately discloses his identity and barry is like sfliefne but he gives up his pretty quickly because the type of personality that makes you become a secret superhero is also the type of personality that makes a person Very lonely

so hal doesn't Really label himself anything like if anybody Asks he'd say that he's mostly straight but he's not opposed to anything

so his first reaction to meeting barry is like oh Hot Guy Alert, HOT GUY ALERT

barry was the first guy that hal like really wanted to actually take out but barry gives off very Straight vibes so hal just flirts very aggressively to see if barry will take him up on it

so fast forward a few months and barry is definitely falling for iris BUT he also... has feelings for hal. this is Not Good. he wants to ask iris out but he also?? wants to ask hal out??? OH NO. he asks neither out because he doesn't know what to do.

so barry is wracked with indecision and finally hal is like FUCK IT and tells barry that he's into him and they kiss

but barry really quickly retreats and is like uhh im into someone else

and hal is like OH UHH SORRY

and barry is like BUT IM INTO YOU TOO

and hal is like OH YES TELL ME MORE?

so basically barry fesses up and hal being a Coastal California Girl is like oh damn hey you know polyamory is a thing so if youre down im down

AND BARRY IS LIKE POLYAMORY IS A THING?? (barry grew up in the midwest the only exposure he had to polyamory were mormons and barry is a Good Jewish Boy)

so yes now barry is like. polyamory is an option and hal says he's fine with being nonexclusive so hal is like ASK IRIS OUT and barry is like is it weird that my kind of boyfriend wants me to ask another woman out and hal is like your kind of boyfriend is volunteering to be your wingman trust me you need my help

when iris was in college the venn diagram of people working on the school newspaper and the gay straight alliance was a circle so yes what im saying is that iris has 100% been in a polycule before

iris is also like hal in that shes mostly straight but isn't opposed to being with a woman

so when barry asks her out shes like YESSSSSSS LETS GOOOO and then barry on the FIRST DATE freaks out and is like i have a kind of boyfriend but were open and iris is like yessss but i want to meet the kind of boyfriend

so hal and iris meet and hal is kind of into iris but iris is Not into hal like she LIKES him but she's not into him but anyways yes now barry has an OFFICIAL boyfriend and girlfriend

but because of the Internalized Biphobia and also living in the midwest barry tells people he has a girlfriend but never really talks about hal

:(((

iris decides she doesn't want to date anyone but barry, and hal dates like two or three other people the whole time he's with barry but he usually cuts it off before they get to anything serious

apart from the Internalized Biphobia barry keeps up pretty healthy relationship negotiating skills so he moves in with Iris (he also has a bunch of stuff at hals but hal lives across the country and also goes into space pretty routinely)

so anyways once barry has been with them both for several years he really wants to make both his relationships more permanent but because both gay marriage is illegal at the time AND bigamy is illegal barry decides to marry iris

I KNOW :(((

hal is sort of like :( but he gets it and barry and hal have a very separate and different relationship than barry and iris

though barry and hal never get married hal makes it pretty obvious he doesn't want to be with anyone else after barry and barry loves hal and always wants to be with him too

also when barryiris take in wally it was sort of a. very quick decision they had to make but hal decides he really Doesn't want to be a parent (nor to any kids barry and iris may or may not have) but he is Uncle Supreme

so yeah they decide not to tell wally for a multitude of reasons so barry just takes a lot of "business trips" when really he's spending a weekend at hals

ANYWAYS YEAH once dick finds out (detailed in my last birdflash post lol) dick is like yeah im not keeping this a secret from my boyfriend i can't do that to him so yall are gonna have to tell him

SO THEY TELL WALLY

WALLY IS VERY UPSET FOR A WHILE but gets over it once him and barry have a tearful heart to heart about it

also as barry gets older he's more wililng to tell people about his boyfriend he's still kind of quiet about being polyamorous but he is like YES, MY BOYFRIEND, HAL JORDAN

also while flash can't acknowledge his relationship with iris he CAN acknowledge his relationship with green lantern

and of course the whole fucking green lantern corps know hal is dating the flash like alien jesus christ we get it jordan

so yeah that's the barry/hal/iris relationship and though barry and hal never Officially get married barry does start wearing two rings on his ring finger

[saturatedsinset]

Time After Time, 2 years later from "warm blood".

gonna combine that with this from @sarahcakes613:

because apparently the people really love warm blood. i mean i'm glad i love her too. anyway

ten days later: this is a little bit of director's commentary but my original plan was to have adam text matt at the end of the fic to say he's in love with kenny, which is a Bad Idea on account of matt jackson is, you know. hopelessly unrequitedly in love with kenny. and then i didn't want to write the 6k extra dealing with that would take. so

ten days later, neither matt nor nick are speaking to adam, and he doesn't know what he did wrong, and he feels kind of queasy about it every time he sees them. this is in early 2020 as well so the bucks vs owc feud is building, and if matt says anything at all to adam, he's snapping at him, and nick isn't much better. meanwhile, hangman and kenny are doing tentatively alright! they're really close, they're still fucking, sometimes they casually hold hands. adam hasn't said anything about the, you know. love. thing. to kenny. because he figures even if kenny fucks around with other people while kota's not there, Dating is a different ballgame, and he's not going to try and take kenny away from kota. poor boy has never heard of polyamory. kenny, of course, isn't sure why adam will be super coupley with him one moment and awkwardly pull back the next, and he's having a whole Yearning about it. mox, for his part, has to fuckin hear about it from Both of them and he is going to bang their heads together if they don't get their shit together soon.

two years later: god. two years later, hangman is much more settled and comfortable with the kink stuff - the additional locker room kink educators have certainly helped things along, thank you bobby fish - and he and mox both still consider him mox's but he switches pretty regularly. mox trusts him with his brats. adam cole is around, being a fuckin nightmare. unfortunately the kenny stuff is... not going quite so well. they've had their ugly breakup, and kenny taunting hangman on live tv, and behind the scenes things are certainly no better. two years after warm blood would be between full gear '21 and revolution '22, so kenny's taken his leave, and adam's doing a lot Better about the kenny stuff, but he's still pretty fucked up about it. he never really stopped being in love with kenny, is the thing. he doesn't hate him now, even. he really wishes he did.

[thejakeformerlyknownasprince]

Have you noticed the thing in fanfics of children's lit where the writer gives the protagonist new parent figures? The parent figures say things like "no child should have had to do x!". PF's don't prevent protagonist from doing heroism but might ground them for it after. Under their care, the protagonist is likely to get a job, often at the business of the PF. Seems less common for the Animorph (more in ATLA and Harry Potter), but if you have seen this, what's going on? Why do writers do this?

Why do writers do this?

Welcome to the fandom renaissance, Nonny!  My best stab as to what’s going on here is that we’re seeing fewer and fewer shipping wars due to a whole range of forces from “the average age of fandom is increasing” to “there’s an ongoing post-monogamy societal shift.”   BUT that there’s still a desire to see relationship-building fic go in the gaps where (for instance) Pro-Jacob Anti-Edward fic used to go.  So instead of writing about Edward and Bella’s romance, people are writing about Edward and Carlisle’s mentorship, or Leah and Rosalie’s friendship.

What’s going on?

Again, a stab in the dark: it’s a really fun story premise, one that can get away from the way ships are sometimes fraught with baggage.  Found Family is intensely cathartic, in the sense that it takes characters who are miserable and/or lonely in canon and allows them to build loving relationships with each other.  It also (IMHO) reflects that trend among Millennial Whippersnappers to move away from nuclear definitions of “family” and toward embracing everything from polyamory to sexless romance to adult adoption.

Not only that, but it’s awesome in that it lets writers play so much with foils.  Stranger Things obviously does this Up to Eleven (pun intended): Steve’s an arrogant jerk when he’s interacting with Nancy but a dorky sweetheart around Dustin, Hopper’s at his worst around Joyce but at his best around El, Billy’s evil to Max but might be redeemable around his mom, etcetera.  This premise gives fan writers the chance to get wildly different characters into a room together — what if the Tonks family adopted Neville Longbottom? — and start playing out the fun potential.

Why Avatar and Harry Potter (but not Animorphs)?

In a word: FOILS.  Both AtLA and Harry Potter are series filled with good, bad, and ugly mentors, and both series have contrasts between the good and the bad.  For AtLA, it’s no accident that Zuko finally reuniting with his father in S3E1 is intercut with the scene of Katara finally reuniting with her father.  Katara’s fam airs their grievances, talks things out, yells, cries, apologizes, forgives, hugs, and affirms their ongoing love.  Zuko’s fam deals with having 500 times as much baggage by... Zuko kowtowing silently on the floor while Ozai talks about everything but their problems with each other.  After that sequence, the desire to get Zuko into a room with Hakoda for some proper fathering is practically overwhelming, and many brilliant fan writers have obliged us by doing exactly that.

For Harry Potter, there’s no scene that’s as in-your-face with the contrast between healthy vs. unhealthy disagreement with one’s father, but there are still plenty of mentor foils.  Sirius and Petunia are probably the clearest examples.  Sirius is a raging mess who (on the surface) has nothing to offer Harry: he’s an ex-con with a drinking problem and untreated mental health issues who spends much of the series homeless.  Petunia has her shit together and (on the surface) is the perfect guardian for Harry: she’s a wealthy full-time parent who lives in a large suburban house, and is both his closest surviving relative and his legal guardian.  But of course all Harry needs from a parent is love and support, and Sirius offers that in spades while Petunia has none to spare.  Again, the desire to rip Harry away from the Dursleys and ship him off to go be a Black is overwhelming, and many beautiful works of fan fiction have done exactly that.

Animorphs... doesn’t have mentor characters.  Like, none.  Elfangor dies, Toby does her own thing, Erek can’t be trusted, neither Ax nor Jake wants to mentor, and all adults are possible controllers.  Eva’s the closest we get, but by the time she’s free, everyone (especially Eva) recognizes that the Animorphs are already more experienced than her.  We don’t even see a dynamic like the Teen Titans show where the villains mentor the heroes — Jake and Marco might occasionally parallel Visser Three and Visser One, but they don’t learn from the vissers the way that Robin does from Slade or Raven does from Trigon.  The kids just... find their own way.  So while people have written fic where Elfangor or Eva or Mertil or Tom mentors the team, there’s not this in-your-face missed opportunity for the kids to get the parenting they deserve in Animorphs the way there is with Harry Potter and Avatar.

Have you noticed the thing?

Personally, I love this trend.  I’m not much of a shipper — I’m not fond of “will they or won’t they” romantic premises, and actively dislike “they will because they’re soulmates” premises.  My favorite Ship Dynamics are all platonic.  Like, my faves include (but are not limited to):

Grubby Semi-Feral Mentee and Aloof Socially-Incompetent Mentor Bond with Alarming Speed Over Niche Magical Interest (see: Briar and Rosethorn in Circle of Magic, Boy 412 and Marcia in Septimus Heap, Jason and Bruce in Batman, Wart and Merlin in The Once and Future King)

Well-Intentioned Loving Parent Irretrievably Fucks Up Child, Copes with Fallout (see: John and Dean in Supernatural, Adam and Cal in East of Eden, Soichiro and Light in Death Note, Elaine and T.J. in Political Animals)

I’ve Only Known This Person With Extremely Specific Shared Trauma for 10 Minutes But If Anything Happened to Them I Would Kill Everyone (see: Toph and Zuko in AtLA, Luke and Annabeth in Demigod Diaries, Ax and Tobias in Animorphs, Spike and Angel in Angel, Parker and Eliot in Leverage, Johanna and Finnick in Catching Fire)

Saving the World Sucks But At Least My Ultra-Competent Siblings Are Suffering With Me (see: Edmund and Lucy in Chronicles of Narnia, Sam and Dean in Supernatural, the Hargreeveses in Umbrella Academy, the Crains in Haunting of Hill House)

Just Because I Tried to Kill You That One Time Doesn’t Mean I Won’t Help You Hide a Body, JFC We’re Still Family and I Don’t Know What You Take Me For (see: the Robins in Batman, Septimus and Simon in Septimus Heap, Kyle and Ian in The Host)

We Were the Weird Cousins At All the Family Reunions and We’ve Only Gotten Weirder Since (see: Kate and George in Story Time, Jake and Rachel in Animorphs, Po and Bitterblue in Graceling Realm)

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Listen Closer - Chapter 9

[ obsessed with how this has more chapters than the walls <3 wjhbejwehbjewhbjewh ]

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“I’m gonna turn off my phone if people keep interrupting my conversations and naps,” Garrett said into the phone as he answered the call, even placing a hand on his hip as if Mark could see his annoyed position.

Mark chuckled on the other end of the phone, and Garrett could hear people talking behind him. “I’m gonna send you an address, and I need you to get here as fast as possible. You’re a specialist now, and you’re gonna pretend to help us figure out this case.”

Garrett paused, completely okay with lying to the authorities but also wondering what the fuck was going on. “Okay… why? Is this a ploy to spend more time with me? Mark, we see each other every day.”

“You said you like to watch investigations. I’m giving you the chance to participate in one.” Oh. So Mark was in love with him.

“I’m on my way,” Garrett replied without hesitation, hanging up and heading right outside for his car. He already knew where it was, so he didn’t need the address, and Mark knew that. He was probably just saying it because he was in front of people.

“Where are you going?” John suddenly asked, cutting off his mad dash for his car. He froze, and turned around with a sigh, like a teenager who had tried to run off before his dad could stop him.

Oh god, this meant he had to bring up the Angel Trap. “Detective Kerry failed her test,” he said, and neither Amanda nor John seemed surprised. “Hoffman’s at the scene now, and I’m gonna watch it. Don’t worry, I’m a good liar.”

John hummed at that, knowing he couldn’t stop him but clearly unsure about him being so close to the police. “Be careful. Try not to talk more than necessary. I trust you, but even the best can slip up.”

“Yeah, fair enough. I’ve gotta go, I’ll see y’all later,” Garrett replied, bouncing on his feet before John gestured for him to go, and then his mad dash continued, resulting in him literally throwing himself into his car.

He was like… ninety percent sure that he was speeding when he got on the road.

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“Hey, sorry, John kept me up,” Garrett said as he met Mark in front of the building, now following him inside. “So I’m just a Jigsaw specialist? Shouldn’t I have equipment with me?”

“You don’t need it,” Mark replied simply, falling silent as they passed a group of his coworkers. “You, Mr. Whitlock, are just very good at your job.” He paused, looking Garrett up and down. “Is that my shirt?”

Garrett decided not to tell Mark that technically his title should be Dr., instead waiting until he introduced himself to literally anyone. “Sounds about right. I need gloves though.” And then he smirked at the question. “Yeah, it is. You probably shouldn’t leave your clothes in the base if you don’t want me to steal them.”

Mark was quiet for a moment before he sighed, pulling a pair of gloves out of his jacket as they reached the body. He handed them to Garrett, who immediately pulled them on and made a beeline for the corpse.

Of course some asshole stopped him.

“Who the hell are you?” one of the men standing in the room when he entered asked him, making him very tempted to glare but instead he smiled.

This random guy was tall, but only four inches taller than Garrett. He had mostly slicked back brown hair, deep blue eyes, and what seemed to be a permanent scowl. He was, unfortunately, attractive. Especially in that suit.

Garrett looked past him, glancing at the woman who he’d been standing next to. She was shorter, with curly dark brown hair that she had pulled back into a ponytail. Her eyes were a deep brown, and she looked significantly less asshole-ish than her presumed partner.

Finally, he turned back to the man, the small smile still on his lips. “Dr. Whitlock, I’m the Jigsaw specialist. I’ve been working with his traps since he first appeared,” he introduced himself, offering a hand for the man to shake.

He very, very hesitantly took Garrett’s hand, giving it a firm shake before immediately dropping it. “Special Agent Strahm, over there is my partner Special Agent Perez,” he said after a moment of inspecting Garrett, gesturing with a tilt of his head to the woman.

“FBI?” Garrett immediately asked, glancing over at Mark. He had NOT been informed of the fucking FBI, and he was going to have a long talk with him about that later. Garrett had already been accused of being Jigsaw once by the FBI, and he really didn’t need it again.

“When a serial killer gets this many victims, we tend to step in,” Strahm replied, looking up at the hanging body. “Besides, Detective Kerry was our link in the precinct. Of course we would step in when she dies.”

Fuck, Amanda really just HAD to screw him over like this.

“Did you know Detective Kerry?” he asked, looking back over to Garrett, who was now inspecting the wings on the trap, admiring how well he’d managed to get the hooks in her ribs.

“No, I didn’t,” Garrett answered, keeping his focus on the trap. “I only work with Detective Hoffman, occasionally Detective Fisk. I’m sure you know that officers tend to have a specific specialist or informant that they exclusively use.”

Wow. His first day as a fake specialist and he was already rocking it.

Strahm hummed at that, watching him do his “job” before offering his theory. “There’s another accomplice, other than Amanda Young.”

Garrett’s eyes widened for half a second, surprised that they knew Amanda was an apprentice. Did this mean they knew who John was too? Clearly they didn’t know him, or they would have recognized him immediately.

“What makes you think that?” Mark asked, stepping so Garrett didn’t have to. “This could have very well have been done by Amanda Young, or John Kramer-”

“John Kramer is a dying cancer patient, I highly doubt he would be able to lift anyone up. And Detective Kerry is almost twice the weight of Amanda Young, so there’s no way she could have hoisted her up,” Strahm continued, cutting Mark off.

Garrett clenched his jaw at the explanation, knowing Strahm was right not only because he was the one to put Kerry up there, but also because he had pegged John and Amanda exactly.

“Also, we couldn’t find a tape recorder like usual, and there was no jigsaw piece cut out of her.”

… Shit.

Garrett had wanted out of there so bad earlier that he’d completely forgotten to leave the tape, or cut out the jigsaw piece. Mark shot him a look, and he knew he was going to be in trouble later.

It wasn’t his fault that he liked for games to be fair and that it pissed him off when they weren’t. He just couldn't stand staying there for any longer.

“Kramer was a mechanical engineer, he could have made a pulley system, and both of them are only human, they could have simply forgotten-” Mark offered, only to be cut off once again.

“Jigsaw doesn’t ‘forget’ or make mistakes. This was someone else entirely, and I will find them.” Strahm sounded so confident, despite not knowing that he was standing right next to the man he was looking for.

“Well, that’s not my department,” Garrett spoke up, taking a few steps back to get a better look at the trap. “Don’t those mechanisms look like wings? It’s one of the few times a function of a trap has been both aesthetic and actually useful. I imagine they were closed when she was strapped in, and then they opened when time ran out, thus ripping out her ribs. What a way to go.”

He was technically talking to Mark as he explained the trap, but both of them knew he was saying it for everyone else, so it would seem more believable. It seemed to be working, because now someone was checking out the ‘wings’.

Strahm, however, clearly did not like him. Before the agent got the chance to start questioning Garrett though, he looked over at Mark. “Y’all got the pictures, right? We should probably get out of the way of the CSIs.”

Mark nodded at that, glancing back up at Strahm one last time. “I think it’d also be smart to get Officer Rigg out of here. If you need me when you get back to the precinct, we’ll be in my office.”

He put a hand on Garrett’s shoulder, a gesture he leaned into as much as possible, before gesturing for Rigg to follow them out and away from the body. Of course, they split up from the officer once outside, as well as going to their own cars with the silent promise that they’d talk at the precinct.

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“You forgot to leave the tape AND the jigsaw piece?” Mark was apparently not giving Garrett a chance to recover, tearing into him the second the office door was closed. “You’ve been at this longer than I have, and yet here we are.”

“The game was rigged,” Garrett quickly replied in a vague attempt to defend himself. “I was rigged and I didn’t know and I don’t like it when games are unfair so I freaked out and-”

Mark cut off his rambling with a large hand over his mouth, since he was starting to get a little too loud. Garrett’s first instinct was to bite, but he figured Mark had enough wounds from his inability to keep his mouth closed.

Once Mark was sure he’d be quiet, he removed his hand. “Calm down. I understand. You’re only human.”

You shouldn’t say that to someone with a god complex. Luckily, Garrett kept his mouth shut.

“You should probably go check on Rigg,” Garrett spoke up, grabbing the folder with the pictures of the trap off the desk so he could at least pretend to be working. “He looked pretty shaken up. You don’t want someone like that getting in the way.”

Mark sighed, knowing Garrett was right. Rigg wanted to save everyone, and that would get in the way. “Right. You stay in here, I don’t want you wandering and getting lost.”

“Wow, so much faith in me,” Garrett teased, rolling his eyes before pulling Mark down into a kiss. He’d talk to him about the polyamory thing later, it wasn’t really appropriate here.

“Just stay put,” Mark reiterated as they pulled back, leaving one last kiss on the top of Garrett’s head before leaving the office, leaving him to his own devices.

… Yeah he actually didn’t want to get into any more trouble, so he sat down in one of the chairs in front of the desk and opened up the folder, spreading the pictures out so he could “work”. Maybe he should actually get a job in this, it was kind of fun.

He was getting into the groove of things when the door opened. He looked up and behind him, expecting Mark, but was surprised to see Strahm instead. “Looking for Hoffman? Last I heard, he was dealing with Rigg.”

“He already has, he’s looking into something else right now,” Strahm replied, stepping further into the room and closing the door behind him. “I’m here to talk to you.”

Well that wasn’t good. Garrett settled back down in his seat, extremely aware of Strahm coming up behind him and placing one of his hands on the back of the chair to look down at his notes.

“You said you’ve been working the Jigsaw case since he first appeared, but I couldn’t find any record of you in the files. Care to explain?” Strahm asked after a tense moment of silence, but Garrett already had a response.

“I’m not employed by the precinct. The only person I officially work with is Detective Hoffman, so there’s no need to mention me. Besides, it’s not like I have a huge job, I just look at the traps and tell him what happened,” Garrett answered, humming softly as he continued his sketch of the Angel Trap.

So funny how he’d only had this fake job for like two hours and still had an excuse for everything.

“Fine, that makes sense, but-” Strahm put his hand on Garrett’s shoulder and Garrett, feral bastard that he is, reacted on pure instinct…

… And bit into Strahm’s hand.

For his credit, the agent didn’t scream, instead letting out a gasp that was somewhere in between surprised and pained. He probably didn’t want to make any louder of a sound so he didn’t cause a scene.

The problem with that was the fact that Garrett wasn’t letting go. In fact, he was sinking his teeth in even deeper.

There was blood now, Garrett could taste it, and it just made him want to stay latched on longer. Strahm was to the point of trying to pry him off while still being quiet, letting out little grunts of pain.

“I’ll fucking shoot you if you don’t let go,” he growled, but Garrett didn’t budge, knowing it was a bluff.

Fortunately for Strahm, the door opened, revealing Mark in the doorway. It took him a second to realize what was going on, but he was rushing over to the two as soon as it clicked.

At the sight of Mark, Garrett released Strahm from hold, wiping the blood off his lips with the back of his hand, only to lick it off his hand, still staring at the agent.

“Don’t fucking touch me,” he warned, finally letting go of Strahm’s gaze and instead looking up at Mark. “I think I’m gonna go home now, if that’s okay?”

“Yeah, yeah… I’ll see you later,” Mark responded, accepting the closed file Garrett handed to him and watching him head out.

Strahm was still holding his bleeding hand as he also watched Garrett leave. His face was tinted pink, which Mark found curious but wasn’t going to ask about, and blood was dripping through the gaps between his fingers.

“Let’s uh… get you patched up. I can at least get him to apologize later.”

Garrett probably wasn’t going to apologize later.