#long term pining

[absolutebl]

Hi! Why do so many BLs have one character meet the other when they were a child and love them since then…. I’m watching History 5 and the second couple has this trope with the older one loving the child but loads of them have a child ‘loving’ the older guy for years (Minato, second couple in History 4, lovely writer)

Is this a common trope in non-BL Asian dramas? Maybe I’m missing some cultural aspect but it makes me feel a bit weird… I’m fine when they both meet as children but when one’s a child and one’s an adult it feels off to me!

We Met As Kids, Therefore I Love You

Yes, it's a super common trope in ALL Asian romances.

There's a human cross-cultural claim-to-care around having met someone "first" giving one person priority to another's affection and in their life.

For example, think about how many fans (of say a Kpop group or band or actor) will claim to be "better" or morally superior to other fans of that same talent, because they have have liked that group/person "since the beginning" or "before they were famous." How about those who claim superiority because they read the book before the TV series became popular?

To have loved something FIRST is often allied with being better at loving it, there is a value judgement to longevity of association. (This is also true around disliking someone/something first.)

There isn't a name for this logical fallacy, although there should be. I would say something like appeal to tradition argumentum ad antiquitatem (which is a red herring fallacy). So appeal to time, argumentum ad tempus?

(The 8th Sense is doing some VERY interesting things to philosophically battle this concept right NOW, actually.)

Narratively speaking, if you have only a short amount of time to unfold the story (for example We Best Love) this trope gives writers a quick way to justify pining and affection (usually from the seme character). So backstory can be cribbed for character development. That character is already in love, so we don't have to show him falling in love, only one character is in play for that.

In longer narratives (like Word of Honor, Lovely Writer) this is a secret that gets to be slowly uncovered and explored as a plot point. If you have them meet as children, or when one is a child then it justifies one character not remembering the other (because peoples appearances change from childhood to adulthood).

I think the popularity in Asian dramas in particular has to do with collectivist cultures and family obligation/intimacy priority. To have known (or met) someone as a kid adds a level of intimate connection that justifies any affection that much more than meeting later in life.

There's a very funny scene in Kdrama (noona romance) Thumping Spike (recommended) that directly mocks this trope. Near the end the main couple openly together and they are in the car with the (former) love triangle dude. He lost, even though he's the one with the childhood crush. He directly combats this concept by saying (basically): If longevity guaranteed romance, I should be married to the grandma who runs my local convenience store.

Another well known Kdrama that combats this trope is Strong Woman Do Bong Soon (recommended) which goes out of its way to have the love triangle character who would normally lose the girl, actual win her this time. (So the one who loses is the moot crush from childhood.)

In BL, I tracked this one for a while:

Also here are a few BLs that DO NOT use this trope:

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[heretherebedork]

I love how soft Prod's crush on Pluem is despite Pluem mostly just being an asshole in the show. It's an interesting dichotomy for me, the soft and tender love that Prod holds onto and the way Pluem actually acts.

I also love that this entire conversation is about Prod pining for Pluem and Pluem just poking and poking and poking. Does he know? The end of the conversation indicates he doesn't but so much of the rest of this feels like he's begging to be confessed to by Prod.

To be clear, because the subtitles aren't, he almost confessed to Pluem once. And now, instead, he's spent 7 years watching Pluem date 20 girls and has never moved past him. He might be the most pathetic piner yet. @absolutebl My beloved trope has returned to me!

You know, this show is winning me over by sheer 'most pathetic piner in ages' and it will work on me because omfg this boy is pathetic beyond words, I adore him.

I wish the subtitles on this were better . The gist of this conversation was very sweet and I really enjoyed Pluem's slow understanding of Prod and Prod's very gentle way of talking about his unrequited love and pining.

But half the subtitles are just... so bad that screenshoting them won't help anyone.

Long term pining, my beloved! It's been so long.

[syrena-del-mar]

For the BL trope ask game: 4, 13 and 17

#4. Long-Term Pining

Oh man! This might be BL adjacent due to censorship but nobody will ever have Lan Wangji, from The Untamed, beat in terms of long-term pining. 16 years of waiting, without actually knowing that Wei WuXian would someday come back, will always make me pity LWJ.

Sometimes I wonder how many times he attempted to communicate with WWX's spirit as he played the Qin. How many times he replayed WWX's last words in his head? Or did he see him fall off that cliff every time he closed his eyes?

#13. Grumpy/Sunshine

There's so many to pick from but my favorite will always be Seojoon/Jiwoo from To My Star! Hands down never seen a better Golden Retriever x Wet Cat relationship depicted. The premise itself was great, a celebrity forced to live with a normal guy, is already set to create hijinks and mayhem. But Seojoon's complete opposite personality to Jiwoo's, and where Jiwoo starts becoming protective and attentive to what makes Seojoon tick, really seals the deal on this one. I know many people were upset about season 2, but honestly I loved this exploration of the Grumpy/Sunshine trope for them, because it made sense! They were so different, it was bound to strain their relationship.

#17. Ugly Duckling

I have come to the realization that I only have one to pick from, so that means this category is going to Secret Crush On You.

This show…. Man, I struggled to watch it, I’ll be honest. But I suffer from the sunk cost fallacy, so I did finish it. The one thing I enjoyed though is the constant reassurance Daisy, and even Toh, got from their significant others. They were loved because of who they were and not in spite of it.

Send me a trope and I'll respond with my favorite BL

[seiwas]

cw: pro-hero bakugo, reader has boobs, kind of explicit/nsfw? idk i describe boobs, reader is smaller and shorter than bakugo, unedited sawry

bakugo's muscle tee looks as ill-fitting as it'll ever be draped over you.

there are reasons for this, perfectly founded and logical reasons for why that is—the main one being that, it's, well, his; two, maybe even three sizes larger than what it should be to fit you properly.

but, he can't stop staring, and there are reasons for that too—the main one being that, it's his, and yet, the only way he can ever imagine it now is when it's being worn by you.

your hips sway to the song you've been humming for the past five minutes. it's the same one, the chorus on a perpetual loop. he's sure it's the only part you know; you do this often enough that it's the only part he knows now, too.

the hem of his tee hits right at the top of your thighs, concealing just enough to tease, but he’s confident that if you reach up even the slightest bit for the cupboard overhead, there'll be nothing to hide.

he feels a little bit like a creep like this, watching as he stands in the middle of your shared living room, but it's impossible too look away—you've got to be doing this on purpose, right?

heat flares inside of him when you turn your body ever so slightly, the armhole of his muscle tee large enough to give him the clearest view of skin—

he gulps.

it's smooth, sloping just right; the side view of your under boob curves into its perfect shape and he can imagine it, feel—

(is this considered perving if he's been with you for years?)

the pan in front of you sizzles as you plop in god knows what. you pour in something from the side and wait, one hand propped on the hip you pop out. then, you pick up the pan, attempting to flip what's inside (probably a pancake, now that he thinks about it).

it’s hard to focus on what you’re cooking though, especially when all he sees is plump flesh jiggling, bouncing as you further agitate the pan.

he just got the pants of this suit readjusted, and now they're fucking tight.

bakugo normally runs hot; it’s kind of part of his dna. but this warmth is different, flushing him from head to toe. it creeps up the side of his neck, painting the tips of his ears a blooming red.

you turn around then, plopping the pancake on the plate atop the counter behind you.

"oh! you're done," you greet him with a smile. so. fucking. casually.

as if your tits aren't fucking peaking against the gray fabric of his tee.

as if you think he buys the fake innocence poorly concealing that sly, conniving look in your pretty eyes.

as if you aren't standing in front of him in his muscle tee, wearing nothing underneath it like you didn’t do this on purpose. like you don’t know what it fucking does to him.

his eyes squint suspiciously, deep vermillion staring straight into yours.

you tilt your head, the tips of your lashes kissing the top of your cheekbones as you blink. you reach for a bottle of honey.

“everything okay?” you ask, voice syrupy, sickeningly sweet.

your movements play in front of him languidly, the corner of your lips curling up slightly as you smirk. honey catches on your finger as you pop open the bottle cap.

he’s supposed to be out the door in five minutes if he wants to make it in time for a meeting at the agency. technically, he should already be there if he wants to keep up his track record of consistently being fifteen minutes too early.

but you start to approach him, rounding the kitchen island. there’s a narrow space between him and the slab of marble, but you slide into it like it was made for you.

he’s certain it was, from the way the tip of your nose brushes against his as you tiptoe. your tits are right fucking there, brushing against the skintight material of his suit.

there’s too much fucking fabric if you ask him, between cotton and spandex.

your grin widens, and he feels hot, the heat from his cheeks radiating.

then you whisper, still saccharine, “breakfast is ready,” before kissing him on the lips lightly. a short peck, soft in the way that promises more before you slip away, giggling in your retreat.

he huffs, watching you leave. his feet shift as he thinks.

five minutes, huh?

like hell he’s going to eat these damn pancakes for breakfast today.

[blinday]

Frankenstan AU where the problem isn't bringing Stan back to life, it's to keep him alive. A series of trials to bring him back only for him to agonize for minutes and then die again due to whatever injury he has. And every time he looks at Ford with wide pleading eyes, not understanding what is happening, why his brother is hurting him, why he is being punished.

And Ford just keeps trying, because he can't lose his twin now that he has finally gotten over what happened, now that he is finally ready and able to move on, to be best friends again.

Even though after everything, just the sight of him might be able to terrify his brother even more than Rico.

[omnipresent-menace]

Yes I hate Stanford Pines with all my heart and it I ever met him it would be ON SIGHT. Yes, I am also writing a gay sex fic about him and the triangle...what about it.

[mintaikk]

Nah, but Logan is like 200 years old, and Jean has been dating this guy since high school tell him to get over it

[ghcstpyre]

18+ content under the read more. MINORS DNI.

ted "theodore" logan x afab!reader

contents: pervy!ted / scent kink / panty stealing / panty sniffing / masturbation (m) / mentions of oral (f receiving)

hello @generalkenobee here it is!

thinking about perv!ted raiding your wardrobe and drawers whenever you're not around. it starts off innocently enough - you lend him one of your cosy, oversized jumpers and ted can't get enough of your sweet scent and the tang of your perfume that clings to the soft collar of your jumper. it becomes apparent after a week or two that ted has no intentions of returning it but you don't mind too much; he looked cute in your jumper anyway.

it's from that moment onwards that ted really starts to develop a thing for the way you smell. every so often whenever the two of you are spending time together at your place, he'll find an item of clothing that you've worn recently, press it to his face and inhale deeply, completely losing himself in the smell of you that still lingers on the fabric - all while you're not in the room of course, the last thing he wants is to be caught. before you come back, he'll quickly bundle up whatever he's just smell sampled and shove it into his bag to take home with him; a t-shirt, a vest top, a cardigan or maybe a hoodie if he's lucky, he doesn't really care as long as it's yours and smells like you.

The first time Ted managed to get his hands on a pair of your panties had him reeling. He didn't even mean to pick them up, they just happened to be caught up in the vest he'd recently procured from your bedroom floor and he didn't even realise until he was back home and unraveling said vest from the crumpled up ball it had been in since Ted stuffed it into his backpack while you weren't looking, the panties in question falling from within the garment and landing at his feet. Ted was almost too nervous to touch them at first, really starting to feel like a complete degenerate (at least he had the decency to feel some level of shame), but just the sight of them on his bedroom floor had his dick twitching in his jean shorts.

He was too curious and way too horny at that point to be able to resist the temptation. What started off as something fairly innocent had devolved into complete degeneracy, but Ted's head was too flooded with hormones to think straight. The panties weren't exactly the most interesting kind - just your basic, black, bikini-style underwear - but just the thought of you wearing them, the fact that your pussy had been pressed against the fabric at some point was enough to give Ted the biggest hard-on he'd had since he got his hands on his first porno magazine.

The feeling of the fabric in the palms of his hands and between his fingers was enough to have his heart jackhammering within his chest, so hard that he could hear his rapid pulse, the sound thumping in his ears. Ted had to take a moment to sit down on his bed before tentatively pressing the thin fabric of your panties against his face and inhaling deeply, already palming at the familiar stiffness in his pants and failing to stifle the groan that escaped his plush lips. It was a good thing his Dad and Deacon weren't home because Ted knew he wasn't going to be able to keep quiet, not with your panties pressed to his face and certainly not with the smell of your pretty cunt filling his nose.

By that point Ted had already unzipped his jean shorts and shimmied them down his thighs along with his boxers to finally free his throbbing cock. He flopped backwards ungracefully, being sure to keep your panties pressed to his nose with one hand while wasting no time in spitting into the palm of his other before wrapping it around his hard shaft and beginning to stroke.

"Shit..." He groaned, voice almost breathless. He knew he was done for now.

Ted's breaths were heavy and quick as he tugged on his cock, the panties against his face driving him wild. His mind drifted, fantasising about you sitting on his face and rocking your hips back and fourth, his tongue pressed against your clit, your pussy so warm and wet on his mouth as your slick dripped down his chin. He was so utterly lost in you - the whimpers leaving your lips as you came undone on his tongue, the scent of your luscious body, the taste of your precious cunt and the way your hands gripped and tugged at Ted's tousled dark brown hair.

"Fuckfuckfuck—" Ted was practically mewling, fucking upwards into his fist as it pumped up and down his swollen cock, his tip leaking precum all over his fingers. He started to moan your name over and over again like a mantra, his thoughts filled with you and only you - only ever you. "M'so close, so fuckin' close—"

His eyes rolled to the back of his skull and he pushed your defiled panties into his mouth as he came, thick ropes of white cum shooting from his cock onto his stomach and chest as he sucked on the soft fabric. Ted's whole body shook with the force of his orgasm and a good few minutes had passed before he opened his eyes again, his chest rising and falling deeply as he got his breathing back under control.

He pulled your underwear from his lips and let it drop to the side, his teeth finally relinquishing the vice grip they had on the fabric as he let out a long, heavy sigh. Eventually, Ted sat up and looked down at himself, immediately groaning in frustration and cringing hard.

He came all over his Megadeth t-shirt.

[shinidamachu]

Can you guys rec me some Inukag fanfics where Kagome is or recently was in a relationship with someone else?

[choices-binglebonkus]

I wish Abbie and Tyler had broken up. They were kind of cute early on in the series but Tyler took a really nasty turn and ended up being forgiven without having to work for it. Easily one of the stalest side ships in Choices.

[sskatie]

[francesderwent]

the thing about the miserable time loop WIP is I explicitly started writing it because I felt I needed to tell the "the love I lost came back to me and it's brand new all over again" story that I had spent so long pining after in my own life before I could give myself fully to the other WIP, the "I met someone new and none of those old loves matter anymore" story I was trying to create ex nihilo. and then I did meet someone new(ish) and none of the old loves mattered anymore!—and now I'm so unsure of the validity of the framing of the romance in the miserable WIP that I might not even have the characters get together in the end anymore

[transingthoseformers]

I've been thinking all day about situations where at some point in the Unicron arc or Orion Arc, Megatron confesses to Oppy that he loves him and has loved him this entire time.

Specifically speaking, I've been thinking about how Megatron was on base during the s1 finale, and if Megatron straight up unexpectedly kissed him and said "I've been waiting to do that for [blank amount of time]" or "One last thing before we die" or "Worth it" or something immensely corny like that, you can choose something more poetic instead I just kept getting corny lines in my scenarios.

but then as I started typing this up I started thinking about Megatron seeing this second opportunity as his last shot with Orion, and it causing ~emotions~ regarding everything about the Orion Arc.

[lavend3r-stardust]

Your ideal man is probably a woman, just saying 🤭✨️

[glitradora]

they're going on a double date with the in-laws

[piningpercussionist]

Oh Toronto, how I... well, I sure as hell didn't miss you, but I am back.