#me when the gays are just a teeny bit possessive | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

fivescuddles-blog · 5 years

Text

fantasy | betty cooper (smut)

a/n: I’m so sorry this took so long ah! I’ve been really busy lately but I hope you like it! this is honestly the smuttiest thing I’ve ever written wow

requested: "It is now my job to have all the gay female bottoms out there literally die. So Reader is the bottomest of the bottoms and is also a Serpent who acts all tough and serious but one day she's very silent and that's because she can't get her head out of the gutter after she saw Betty in her mechanic clothes and um...Reader just grabs her and kisses her after the race and the smut ensues? Anyways, could you make reader just a teeny tiny but short than Betty. I SOJSJWNWKWKAKSIIDJDW YOU🐙👀🌈" - @lilistolemyhart

characters: betty cooper x fem!reader, veronica lodge, archie andrews, jughead jones

word count: 2,113

summary: reader's a bit hot and bothered after seeing betty in her mechanic uniform and therefore, betty decides to help her out ;)

warnings: VERY detailed wlw smut, a LOT of swearing

Her hands glided smoothly over your skin, her gaze inviting.

“What do you want me to do to you, hm Y/N?” She smirked, staring into your eyes, her teeth tugging at her deep red lips.

You moaned breathlessly, squirming as you felt her touch on your inner thigh, hiking your skirt up your leg.

“C’mon baby, use your words,” Betty whispered into your ear, her breath tickling your lobe.

You were finally able to choke words out. “T-touch me,” you murmured, snaking your arms around her neck and pulling her closer. She responded immediately, her hands going straight to your waist, gripping you firmly but softly, her soft hands feeling like silk against your hip.

“My pleasure,” Betty giggled as she began to leave small hickies down your neck, her fingers inching towards your core.

“Y/N? You okay?”

A voice brought you out of your fantasy, making your freeze in your tracks. Betty stood by the side of you, looking at you intently yet worriedly. “You good? You seem… distracted,” she stated, reaching a hand towards your shoulder. You immediately pull back.

“N-no!” You say, jerking back slightly. You cursed silently in your head. “I-I mean, no, I’m fine.” You smile weakly up at the blonde, forcing back the blush that you felt settling itself on your cheeks.

Betty faltered, bringing back her hand quickly. “Oh… if you’re sure then,” she muttered before shooting you a quick smile and walking a bit faster to catch up with Cheryl who was a couple of paces ahead.

You sighed silently to yourself, shaking your head at your idiotic fantasies. It wasn’t like you were a very sexual person, you were actually quite innocent… most of the time. It was Betty. She just… did something to you. Made you think the dirtiest thought no matter what situation you were in. And ever since your interaction with her earlier, you knew you would never be able to talk to her normally again.

It was a couple hours before the race and you’d been talking with Jug about the whole thing with the race, you personally believing that it was a bad idea. Eventually, you’d left him, rolling your eyes at his stubbornness before walking out into the garage. And what you saw would be present in your head for weeks.

It was Betty. Only it didn’t look like the usual Betty. In this particular situation, she was wearing some denim overalls with a really light pink t-shirt underneath. A very not-Betty outfit. But my God, did she pull it off.

You were speechless to be perfectly candid. You’d always though Betty was beautiful, hot even, but this made you see the blonde in an entirely different way. Her long blonde locks were pulled back in a messier ponytail than usual, her forehead glistening with sweat as she wiped her face with a tartan flannel. Oil stained her shirt, streaking her forearms as Betty traded her screwdriver for a wrench, kneeling down by her toolbox. A few strands of a hair were framing her face, flat against her sticky skin. Which only made you think of other ways you could get that girl sticky.

Of course, you tried to play it off, acting like you weren’t even phased by what you saw. But you were no actress. Betty knew what you had been thinking of and boy, did she have some tricks up her sleeve.

Throughout the entire match she did everything she could think of to provoke you. She flirted with Ronnie, pushed Cheryl’s hair back behind her ears, hell, she even bent down in front of you to retrieve some “dropped” item or another. But, this honestly had the opposite effect that she wanted. She expected you to be begging for her at this point, wishing for her to be between your legs. But you stayed wilfully silent, averting your eyes whenever she came into your vision. It wasn’t hard to notice what she was doing and you were determined not to let her get away with it that easily. But to be perfectly honest, people were beginning to get sick of all the sexual tension between you two.

“Listen Y/N, if you wanna fuck Betty, you should just get it over with and save all of us the trouble of watching you two flirt like you’re on your honeymoon,” Veronica teased you, quirking an eyebrow as she waited for your response. Though your response never came.

Before you could open your mouth, Jughead and Archie came zooming over the horizon, coming into vision. It was soon learnt that police were coming to the scene soon. Panic ensued.

Betty quickly jumped into the car with Jughead and Archie, reaching out her hand for your to join her. The four of you were soon speeding down the road, desperately trying to get away from the scene before the cops came.

“That was way too close, man! Why didn’t you tell me?” Jughead complained, attacking Archie with his words.

“Because I knew you’d try and stop me!”

“Duh, because it was a stupid move!”

You and Betty exchanged a look as they went back and for, their biting words filling the car. It wasn’t long before Betty finally spoke up. “Hey, guys. You can just let us out here.” She smiled as you came to a stop outside of your house.

“You sure? We can drop you off at yours, Betts,” Jughead offered, clearly still irritated at the ginger sitting beside him.

After insisting that she was fine, yourself and Betty exited the car, watching as the two sped off, leaving the two of you under the scorching heat of the summer sun.

Betty turned to you with a suspicious smile on her face. “Sooo… aren’t you gonna invite me in?” She smirked, hands on her hips.

Your breath caught in your throat as you nodded lightly before letting the both of you into your house (after fumbling with the key for quite a bit, getting nervous under her stare.) You both stayed in silent for a while, soon ending up in the living room, sitting down on the sofa. Not gonna lie, it was kinda of awkward.

You honestly couldn’t take the silence anymore. A blush gathered on your face as you took a deep breath, trying desperately to pluck up the courage to make a move. That was until, you felt a soft hand caress your own, taking your hand out of your lap and holding it gently. Your head shot towards the girl sitting next to you, disbelief evident in your eyes. “Betty, I...” She smiled at you, squeezing your hand in hers.

Your lips collided with hers, a collision of passion and tongues. You melted into her, feeling her kiss back immediately, snaking her hands around your waist, your own flying to the back of her neck. Her lips moved roughly against yours, deepening the kiss and soon pushing you down onto the sofa, straddling you.

“You think I didn’t notice? Huh?” She muttered breathlessly, trailing harsh hickies down your neck. You whimpered. “Yeah? You think I didn’t notice you staring at me all day today? Hell, you’ve been staring at me for months, haven’t you?” She smirked, her hands slowly dragging down you body, her soft touches tickling your sides. “I bet you got wet from just making eye contact with me, hm?”

You were shocked to say the least. Who knew that sweet Betty Cooper was such a dom behind closed doors.

“Answer me, love, c’mon,” she coaxed, biting your lip as she went back to attacking your mouth. “Use your words,”

“Y-yes!” You were finally able to push out accompanied by a breathy moan.

Betty giggled. “Aw, you’re such a dirty girl… Let me guess, you got a mechanic kink? Hm? You like seeing me all dirty with oil and sweat, yeah? I wonder what the sweat reminds you of...” she teased, beginning to unbutton your shirt, ripping it off along with your bra. “Oh love, you’ve got a pair on you,” she gasped, latching her mouth on one of your puckered nipples before you could get a word in.

A breathy moan left your mouth. “Betty! Oh fuck, what if my- my parents get home?” You uttered, pulling her closer by her smooth shoulders.

“Well the, they get to see what a-” Lick. “-dirty-” Kiss. “- girl their daughter is,” she smirked, pulling back from your chest. She then pulled her attention towards your legs, which were pressing against eachother tightly. “Let’s see how wet you are for me, my love,” she said as she hiked your skirt up your thigh.

Delicate fingers were soon invading between your legs, dancing over your underwear before plunging underneath it. Your back lifted from the sheets as you sighed, feeling her fingers breach your pussy.

She moaned possessively. “Fuck, Y/N/N, you’re so fucking wet for me, babe,” she whispered into your ear. “What would you usually do when you’re this wet and you have no one to relieve you, hm? Do you touch yourself?” You screwed your eyes shut, a dark blush settling on your cheeks. “You do, don’t you? Wow, you’re such a dirty girl… Now, the real question is… do you think of me when you touch yourself?” She continued, biting the lobe of your ear in a teasing manner as her fingers plunged themselves inside your core, making you moan lowly.

“Y-yes, Betty! Yes, oh fuck,” you respond, gasping as Betty’s fingers pleasured you.

She chuckled, pulling her fingers out from your pussy and drawing a disappointed groan from you. But that soon changed as she ripped off your underwear, gazing at you in the eyes as she did it. “Is this what you think of? Me fucking you senseless? Burying my face into that sopping wet pussy of yours?” She laughed as you nodded desperately, scrabbling at her arms. “Beg, sweetheart.”

You closed your eyes in embarrassment, humiliated after her seeing your so desperate. “Please, Betty, I… I need you,” you murmured, clenching your legs together tighter.

“Louder, babe. Where, hm? Where do you need me? Describe in detail what you want me to do to you, Y/N,” she stated, staring you down with though intense green eyes. “Or you won’t be getting anything.”

“O-okay! I… I want you to-” You averted your eyes, your face now a deep red as you reflected on your situation. Lying on the couch completely naked with a fully clothes Betty Cooper, the girl you’d had a crush on for months. About to be fucked senseless. “I want you to fuck me, Betty. I want you eat my fucking pussy like the d-dirty girl I am,” you finished, you cheeks glowing in shame as you looked up at her.

The pride in her face really made it for her. The familiar smirk appeared once again on her face. “My pleasure, babe,”

And with that, she buried her face between your legs, licking and tongue-fucking your core. A loud moan left you as you felt her working your clit, softly biting at your labia and around your pussy lips.

“Fuck, Betty! Ah, ah shit!” You let out, your hands intertwining with her blonde locks, gently pushing her further between your legs. You felt one of her hands leave your thigh as she moved it between her own, fingering her clit over her underwear. This only made the pleasure increase for you, watching the girl you liked getting off on pleasuring you.

As her moans increased so did yours, feeling a hot pool form towards the bottom of your stomach.

“Betty. Fuck, Betts, I’m close,” you gasped, your back lifting off the bed slightly involuntarily, giving Betty a much better angle to continue fucking you with all her will. “Betty… Ah shit, you’re so fucking good at this, oh my goodness,” you praised as you got closer, your grip tightening on her hair. “Betts, I’m gonna come… fuck, oh fuck, Betty!” You exclaimed as you let go, a wave of pleasure flying through you all the way to your fingertips. She helped you though your orgasm, yours bringing on her as she moaned between you legs. The aftershocks began to come down, the two of your completely exhausted after the events that had unfolded. Betty finally gathered the strength to pick herself up, slowly and gently pulling you towards her chest, holding you as she fell back onto the pillows of the sofa.

“We should do this again,” she giggled as she felt you slowly drift off into a slumber, her eyes soon closing as well.

Let’s just say, your fantasy definitely came true.

833 notes · View notes

rk-869 · 6 years

Text

Connor-is-a-disaster-gay

So I edited it a teeny bit and wrote 3x as much this time, I haven’t written in over seven years, you have straight up gotten me to talk to people in a fandom for the first time, dork around, I made the dumbest memes that people seem to like so thank you so much

This still isn’t done or posted on ao3 yet but here ya go, it’s dedicated to you

(Disconnected)

“Nines,”

“Markus,” The two acknowledged the other with a terse nod. Neither making any movement to exchange pleasantries, they knew were they stood with each other, tense but allies. That seemed to be the theme of the general setting.

It’s been three months since the android protests, eighty-six days after Markus and his ragtag crew stood unarmed and sang with guns shoved in their faces. After President Warren announced the new discovery of intelligent life actually meeting the demands of android rights had been a slow process. Androids were freed three months ago but the actual politics of reaching citizen status were complex.

Three months and it’s finally happening, the President had flown out to Detroit to meet with Markus and the other leaders of Jericho spending the last four days in negotiations, this supposedly being the final day for the ARA to be finished and signed later tomorrow. The Android Rights Amendment. It was a privately populated event, most would be viewing from their televisions at home, and the restricted area was mostly full of people directly connected to the revolution.

Nines didn’t particularly have an interest in the entire situation, though noting given property rights had the potential of a future of not coming out of standby mode by Hank Anderson purposefully kicking him. The Lieutenant always played innocent and that was good enough for Connor.

Nines’s eyes shifted slightly behind Markus before focusing on his predecessor who was keeping conversation with the PL600 Nines learned was designated as Simon. Connor was not wearing his Cyberlife uniform, after being convinced by Lieutenant Anderson to wear according to him “literally anything else,” he settled on a gray suit, apparently different enough to appease Hank.

As if sensing his gaze, Connor turned to meet his eyes, sending a hesitant smile to Nines. Nines immediately dismissed the alert for software instability, they were nothing new. They have been frequent ever since being activated in Cyberlife Tower by the shorter RK model being followed by an army of newly aware androids. Nines did not consider himself deviant, he was superior to the RK800 model in every way, faster, stronger, resilient. Taller He thinks to himself. Connor was designed to become a deviant, Nines was designed to never be. Nines had of course not been let out of the assembly room when Connor had realized that releasing the android would not result in suddenly becoming wide-eyed and emotional, instead looking into RK900’s eyes had promised nothing but a quick and efficient death. He was released after the successful revolution where Cyberlife, despite their protests, were forced to give up any and all assembled androids in their possession. Despite not being a deviant, with Cyberlife not giving him a directive to follow, RK900 spent two weeks in Jericho, idling by with no real purpose.

He did not care.

He couldn’t.

Machines did not feel.

When he had gone to Markus to explain, just to report, he had suggested he could find some direction with his predecessor. After Connor had showed up two hours and thirteen minutes later Connor had hardly ever left his field of view. Connor did not object at the idea of the RK900 following him home, Hank Anderson however did.

“You have got to be absolutely shitting me Connor,” the aging cop scowled at RK900, already halfway closing the door in both their faces.

“I apologize Lieutenant-”

“None of that suck up Lieutenant crap Connor,”

“Yes Hank,” Connor’s mouth had turned up ever so slightly at the ends.

Fascinating.

“This is the RK900 model, he was made to replace me after I had returned to Cyberlife to adjust on all the information I gathered during the investigation,”

“This is correct Hank,” imminently he was rewarded with a severe frown.

“I’ve already met shit bags who share Connors face, it’s Lieutenant to you,” RK900 nodded aware of the encounter between Hank and the RK900-60 at the Cyberlife tower.

“Another fancy prototype aye?”

“I am not a prototype,” Was what he said, processors whirring quietly “I was designed to be the final version of the RK series,” He was supposed to learn from Connor’s memories, learn what to do, what not to do, what was necessary and what wasn’t, but Connor never returned to Cyberlife. He was not complete. That was the moment the red walls appeared.

RK900 stiffened, LED spinning yellow briefly. He hadn’t been given a primary objective yet and he was not expecting to get one after Cyberlife’s fall from grace. He was without doubt that this would not change but looking at the words in the center of his HUD in perfect Cyberlife sans, he knew he had made a mistake.

INTERFACE WITH RK800

(Processing)

“Distracted are we?” Markus’ warm voice caught his attention.

Nines eyes flicked from Connor to his primary mission objective, sitting in the corner of his HUD, to Markus who was giving him a knowing smile. The friendly expression was not unusual to see on Markus, especially at other androids, but Nines and Markus were not friendly, despite what the latter seemed to think. Nines could see the appeal that others might have for him however, strong, bold, a real leader as most have come to look at him.

Nines narrowed his eyes “You are aware that I am the most advanced android ever made by Cyberlife, I doubt ‘distracted’ is in my code, I know it isn’t,”

Markus laughed, eyes crinkling in the corners of his artificial skin “And attitude is?” Markus clapped a hand on Nines shoulder, making him stiffen a fraction “You might believe it but I am not fooled my friend,” he raised a hand, wiggling his fingers a touch “I am a bit of an expert you know,”

Nines resisted the urge (ERROR) to scoff. Markus’ ability to convert androids to deviancy was impressive, if not insulting. Nines was secretly pleased (ERROR) that in their first encounter Markus had tried, and failed, to ‘robojesus’ him, as Lieutenant Anderson would say. Not that Markus was discouraged, attempting on several other occasions to deviate Nines before he contacted his predecessor. He glanced at the objective again, a tension spreading through him, there was only a 9% chance Markus would suggest interfacing again, but while Nines had only detached curiosity before now he decided to actively avoid this from happening. He was required to interface with Connor, not an RK200. He would not let it affect his mission.

“It was decided during my design that it was not necessary to keep some of the RK800 features, I do not have the need to improve relations to accomplish what I was for,” Markus’ smile fell to a sad one, all to aware what Nines was made for. Assassination, military tanks, the perfect killing machine. Nines might have been the first and only fully complete model but in all the information Cyberlife was forced to give up it was found that there had already been 200,000 units ordered for the state department. If the RK900 line was completed just a little bit earlier, there was no possible way the android rebellion would have succeeded.

Markus squeezed his shoulder briefly before retracting his hand. He gave a small sigh before taking a place besides Nines. “You know, I have a lot of regrets,” he nodded at Connor, who was showing the PL600 something on his hand display. 78% chance it was photos Hank and he had taken the other day at the park with Sumo. Nines had accompanied them out of the fact he had nothing other to do, and he was supposed to be observing Connor after all. Connor had sent him some of them, a couple of which Nines had not realized he had taken when he was not paying attention. One of Nines facing away from the camera picking something off the ground, the second was a similar shot taken shortly after where it showed he was holding a stick a big blur of colors peaking out of the corner of the frame, and another with Nines nearly flat on his back with a bewildered expression on his face and a very happy looking Saint Bernard in his lap, sterile clothes rumpled and both with leaves in their hair and fur respectively. The last photo was taken a bit after the first three, after Connor had excitedly showed him how to play fetch with Sumo, which had gone on for nearly an hour, Nines found the action similar to his calibration tests. The photo was taken by Hank, at Connors request, Connor and Nines were standing side by side, a sleeping Sumo, exhausted from all the exercise lying by their feet. Connor was grinning at Hank, hair wild and his casual clothes dirty from wrestling with Sumo earlier, his face bright and very alive.

(Software Instability^)

“Regret is a human emotion, it’s unnecessary,” Markus smiled sadly and that’s when Nines realized he wasn’t looking at Connor at all. Ah. The thought had never occurred to him, maybe it was because he did not have a reason to be invested in Markus’ personal life nor did he now, however…

Androids with androids, what a ridiculous concept, though not foreign to him, though he might not have all of Connor’s memories during the deviant investigations the RK800 did regular reports to Cyberlife through the Amanda program up until his turn to deviancy.

The Traci’s. The deviants with one responsible for a humans death and Connor did not shoot. Nines views this decision as weakness, warning signs of the path Connor was on his way to taking. Had he been online Nines would have spotted it, he is sure of it, then maybe he would have been sent to hunt Connor down and bring him back to Cyberlife.

Markus’ glances around for a second before stepping away from Nines “The meeting will be starting shortly, I have some other matters to attend to,” he took a few steps in the direction where Nines knew North and Josh were avoiding humans before looking over his shoulder and locking eyes once more “Don’t regret things Nines, I know you’d hate that,”

Nines watched him go for only three more seconds before heading toward the PL600 and Connor.

Connor spotted him right away. “Nines, I was just showing Simon the photos I took of Sumo from last week!” Connor restrained himself from shoving his hand in Nines face, but it seems just barely. Nines nodded in acknowledgment, he could see the PL600 looking at him with recognition and curiosity.

“I’m Simon, but I’m sure you knew that,” he gave a whimsical smile “It’s nice to meet you,”

“I know a lot about you, the head of New Jericho’s ‘Human Resources’,” Simon chuckled softly

“A joke that stuck unfortunately,”

“A PL600, a series whose main function is as a caretaker, among other things,” Nines watched as Simon face flickered for only a fraction of a second before smiling again.

“Connor told me you were different, as did Markus in much different words,”

Connor nodded “You being the last model made by Cyberlife has stirred up controversy in the public, some speculate that because Cyberlife claimed to make you unable to experience deviancy that you are not really an android,” his brows furrowed “You are becoming quite the enigma,”

Yes, he and Markus had discussed this before, it was why he was asked (commanded) to attend. Nines situation being unique did not mean that other androids had not remained in ‘factory mode’ so to speak. Another tweak to discuss and make sure all androids had a voice, whether or not they could care was up for debate.

“As long as I am not removed from you and the Lieutenant I do not see the point you want me to make to the humans,” Connor making a genuinely unhappy face when he talks about himself like that is not surprising.

What is surprisingly is the faint blue hue his face had taken, Nines detected a rise in Connors thurium levels in his facial area.

by: @myceratops

This is really good! I always think it’s really cute when Nines starts having errors and ‘malfunctions’ because of little things! I love it :D

#ff #submission

80 notes · View notes

arbitraryallegory · 6 years

Text

Ashita wa Docchi da!

Do you love mutual pining to a truly frustrating degree? Does the thought of two people being stupid and awkward and adorable at each other make you swoon? Do you just adore the opposites attract trope? How about size-difference, does that get your motor running?

If you answered yes to any or all of the above questions, well then Buddy, Have I Got A Manga For You!

Meet our intrepid protagonist, Kirara:

Kirara is a self-identified delinquent (ha) who loves school (and who people actually like). He’s a great big ball of bravery, exuberance, and insecurity wrapped in a teeny tiny package. He’s very beautiful, and has always been really cute.

In fact, he was so cute, his mom used to dress him in little girl clothes and enter him in beauty pageants (which he won of course).

Kirara has had many Looks, all of which are very cute, much to his chagrin! These include:

“Omg sweet baby!!!!”

“I cut my hair myself!”

“I let it grow out again because I’m lazy”

“I’m blond with a side-part now, motherfuckers!”

“Still blond, but now EYEBROWS ARE FOR LOSERS!”

“Okay, my eyebrows are back and I’m still blond, but now I have earrings and new, sad self-esteem issues”

Kirara is awesome. He is always 100% raring to go, but like, not in an obnoxious way? He has friends, he has family, and he has this unself-conscious confidence (without being unapproachable) that just draws people into his orbit.

When Kirara is a wee baby (okay, he’s like 8 or 9) and just beginning to question his identity and chafe at the role he’s being forced to play he meets:

The Tosayamada siblings and their dad!

They. Are. Adorable. (Ken on the left; Kyouichi on the right)

And they grow up to be hot af

They’re called the “rabid dogs” because a) they get into a lot of fights and b) it’s like a pun on their last name I think.

Kirara thinks they are SO COOL and becomes their shadow. Ken is his age, but Kyouichi is a few years older so Kirara takes to calling him aniki and shadowing them ADORABLY. Kyouichi is definitely more laid back and friendly, while Ken is pretty aloof and mean and calls Kirara dumb a lot.

Kirara falls head over heels in love with Ken sometime during middle school. And like, never wavers in this. They don’t really get along, but you get the feeling that Kirara would legit die for Ken. He doesn’t seem to think anyone knows, but he is…really not subtle.

I mean….

Really really

Not subtle

As for Ken, he has…let’s call them issues. Specifically internalized homophobia because his dad is a dick and did some dickish stuff (although we still don’t have the full story there, just the perception of a couple boys who were 8 and 11 at the time). Their dad is apparently gay and was stepping out on their mom with other dudes (possibly just one other dude who KIRARA BECOMES SORT-OF-FRIENDS WITH), which caused the divorce that split up their family, so now they hate gays. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Except well…

…there’s some inner conflict with that, as you can see.

Ken definitely feels some kind of way for Kirara, though his hot & cold act is TIRESOME and RUDE and STUPID. He’s the kind of love interest I normally can’t stand, but at the same time…he’s sort of weirdly compelling?

Like he is UBER PROTECTIVE of Kirara. Not possessive or controlling, or anything creepy, just…he wants Kirara safe.

(In the above picture, some creepy old guy tried to pick Kirara up, and Ken got him to go away, and after Kirara told him some pretty alarming stuff about “Oh, this always happens!” Ken insists Kirara walk home with him from now on)

When Kirara gets beat up by some guys who are after him, Ken goes balls out insane.

And okay, maybe he doesn’t really like other guys getting handsy.

And ok, Ken is kind of WEIRDLY jealous of his brother’s relationship with Kirara, EVEN THOUGH it has literally never even been suggested that either of them feels anything other than friendship for each other.

Oh wait….

LOL IT’S NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE! I PROMISE! KYOUICHI IS JUST REALLY REALLY REALLY STUPID! But, it probably didn’t help matters. I’m just saying, I kind of get why Ken reacted this way:

Okay, so I’m sensing you’re probably not sold on this being an actually really good love story, so allow me to attempt to change your mind! It’s true Ken’s key characteristics are “aloof and kind of an asshole, emphasis on the asshole” but he does have his sweet moments (even though they’re often in disguise, Kirara is one of the few people who seems to sense his true intentions underneath all the gruffness and bluster)

Like when he carried Kirara home after he got beat up, even though Kirara was perfectly capable of walking on his own and they both knew it

Or when Kirara busted in on a fight already in progress, and Ken worried if he’d gotten hurt

Or when Ken brought Kirara milk, just because he asked him to

Or when he asked Kirara to walk beside him, not behind him (my faVORITE I DIED IT WAS SO CUTE)

Plus a few times in the raws where it looks like he’s probably being sweet, but this is getting long already, so I’m not going to post them!

Unfortunately, it’s really not ALL adorable teenagers pining after each other. In one of the recently translated chapters, Ken hurt Kirara’s feelings badly, so much so that he’s questioning everything he thought he knew about them and their relationship. Ken made him make this face:

therefore Ken is The Enemy, until he Fixes It. I’m not too worried, since Yamamoto-sensei has proven I can have faith in her writing over and over again. I’m confident they’ll have their happy ending, so I can really just sit back and enjoy the entire agonizing, frustrating journey!

Plus, I mean oh my god my size difference kink is SO APPEASED

And if that doesn’t do it, here are some of the other awesome characters, to entice you!

Big bro Kyouichi who is seriously hot af and super just the most laid back and awesome person, I can see why Kirara likes him so much:

And KIRARA’S MOM IS A TREASURE I SWEAR

And OOMAEDA, who is completely gone on Kirara and dgaf who knows it. While he CAN be pretty OTT-bordering-on-creepy-actually-maybe-crossing-the-line-a-bit, he can also be really sweet, it’s a mixed bag. I’m hoping he finds someone who can love him the way he deserves! (i’m lowkey starting to ship oomafumi tbh) (also lmao the pompadour grows on you)

Then, actually my favorite secondary character: THE KING

yES, that’s a chicken. No I will not say anymore, you’ll just have to see for yourself!

In conclusion PLEASE READ THIS MANGA AND FLAIL ABOUT IT WITH ME I AM SERIOUSLY DYING HERE, AND THE SCANS ARE 4 CHAPTERS BEHIND AND I CAN’T STAND MYSELF.

#ashita wa docchi da!#awdd #it's so good i promise #long post #bl manga

43 notes · View notes