#friends to lovers trope is so good

[avenin7]

What if they grew up together?

Revali having white feathers that turn navy after each molt is not my idea. I believe it came from @grooviestsadpapaya and I have not been able to stop thinking of it since. Hence this drawing

[temeyes]

when will my big skull man come back from the war,,,,,,,,,,

[orenji-iro-no-sora]

Love Next Door is so good because of the way it shows the reality of taking breaks. You'd think taking a break would free you and rejuvenate you and give you that serenity that you've been craving. You'd discover and explore, carve out the space to think and decide on how you wish to move forward.

But it's actually a rollercoaster of guilt, anxiety, competition, losing self confidence, grief and longing for meaning, seeking clarity, doubting your beliefs, questioning all life decisions, feeling like shit, spending time with your mom and becoming friends with her, doing everything you used to love again and experiencing the little joys, feeling left out and lost, wondering if you've ever been right, wondering why you treated yourself like shit, wishing you could have continued the way it was so that you don't have all these unanswered questions, thankful that you prioritised yourself, wishing for something to love for, wishing you understood yourself and life, and repeat and repeat...

And not only that, Seok Ryu's experience at Greip is the quintessential immigrant worker experience.

When you leave your country to work somewhere else, you feel this sense of responsibility. Most people invest a lot of money and time and energy and they have expectations to live up to, both of themselves (especially if you're a high achiever) and their parents. So you work hard, which is so easy to exploit in general in life, even easier when you're an immigrant. Because as an immigrant, you also want to be liked and crave for a sense of belonging. So you do even more than you can handle, to be accepted, and then people like Chris target and manipulate you because they know what you need. It's easy to become a pushover when you think it'll get you an ally in your loneliest times.

It must have been cathartic when she punched him. :) I hope it continues to be good until the end.

[moonlight-prose]

Hi!!!

I love your work (I've read some of your stuff MULTIPLE times already it's so good) and I just saw that you're writing another Eddie fic!!!!

I wanted to ask if you have any more information on it (like is it fluff, smut, angst) and if you have any idea of a release date :))

No pressure at all though!!! I'm sorry if it sounds that way you don't have to reply to this I'm just EXCITED!!!

thank you darling!! multiple times??? i'll propose marriage be careful!💀 i am writing an eddie fic! and i would love to say i'm so close to finishing, but it's gonna be a massive one and i am nowhere near the finish line.

and yes to all three. fluff, angst, smut, mutual pining, romcom vibes of the early 2000s. i'm shoving it all in. i'll drop a small hint under the cut for you.🖤🖤

People shoved you to the side as you walked. Doing what you could to refrain from slipping on the icy bits of the sidewalk. Taking a cab was out of the question. With what little cash you had stuffed in your wallet. Your boss decided to withhold your paycheck for the second time - claiming you should have come in the collect it.

The temptation to scream at him in person left the second you realized the money wouldn't even cover the rent next month. So like an idiot…you booked a flight to New York (much to Eddie's delight) and packed a bag large enough to stuff two weeks worth of clothes in it. He believed it was his incessant nagging that finally got you here; you didn't have the heart to tell him that you held no other option.

"Watch it," you snapped at a man who's coat probably cost more than your grandmother's gold ring you wore around your neck.

He scoffed, turning back to the conversation he was invested in on his phone. Getting into a fight wasn't exactly a part of the plan. But the anger began to eat away at your heart - gnawing at your patience the longer you were here. Wandering the city streets. Alone.

"Now that's not the Kit I know."

You whipped around, eyes wide and hair upright on the back of your neck as Eddie's broad smile came into view. The leather jacket he wore complimented his tall figure; the once skinny shoulders you remember now grown into a broad form you certainly didn't expect. Hazel eyes sparkled with a joy that still managed to entrance you in a single glance.

It felt pathetic how quick you turned into a simpering girl in his presence. Still the eleven year old he used to push into muddy puddles because it made him laugh. Somehow that made heat spill into your cheeks - a flustered expression flashing across your face.

He squinted, hands on his hips, as he bent down slightly to push his face directly in front of yours. "What'd you do with her? My little kitten?"

"Fuck off Eddie," you scoffed, shoving at his shoulders.

[lesbiradshaw]

i’m alright with a slow burn by lesbiseresin

Maverick’s eyes lower to focus on the figure whose head barely reaches Copperhead’s hip, a blonde boy that looks to be around Bradley’s age. “And this must be Jacob.”

“Jake,” the boy corrects. He only crosses his arms when Copperhead taps his shoulder in a silent reprimand, but Maverick doesn’t seem to mind.

He laughs and exchanges an amused look with Copperhead before moving his hand into a similar grip on Bradley’s shoulder. “Well, Jake. It’s nice to meet you. I’m Maverick. This is Bradley.”

Bradley blinks owlishly at them both until Maverick nudges him. “Hi.”

(alternatively: jake & bradley over the years)

[bl-inkstone]

thinking soft childe thoughts again. this man truly does live rent free in my brain

falling in love with him, i think, would feel a lot like learning to walk with the knowledge that the space beside you is no longer empty.

there aren't any grand signs when you first meet: there is no moment of déjà vu, no sudden flurry of butterflies in your gut when you lock eyes for the first time, no hushed internal whispers of "have we met before?". there is no higher power guiding him when he approaches you and introduces himself, bright eyes and boyish grin on full display. there is no higher power guiding you when you test the feel of his name on your tongue and introduce yourself right back, cautious but curious of who and what he is. you're just two people who happened to be in the same space, at the same time, and that's how your story starts.

the days pass by like a warm reel of laughter with childe at your side. he's a wonderful friend; funny, charming, with a tendency to spoil you and insist even when you refuse because "this is what friends do! besides, i'm gonna eat your food anyway, so at least let me pay—". he's thoughtful and courteous, but he keeps your life exciting with all the mischief and stark joy he brings along with him. you know what he is, and though you don't completely know what his job entails, neither of you bring it up in the times you spend together. in the comfort of your company, he is not childe the harbinger or tartaglia, the waker of the deep. when he walks and fills the space beside you, he's just childe, your friend who raids your cupboards when he's feeling snacky and slips mora into your wallet when you're not looking. who wakes you up in the morning by knocking on the window right by your bed (instead of knocking on your door, you know, like a normal person). who goes on walks with you around the harbor to admire the sights and maybe work on his liyueren accent and vocabulary by conversing with you about anything and everything under the sun. who holds your hand like it's second nature, and matches the length of his strides to your own like he doesn't want either of you to ever be too far apart.

when your days pass like this, gradually getting to know the familiarity of his touch and presence in your life, falling in love isn't as daunting as it should be. the realization comes slowly to you though. it's when you find yourself tilting your head to whisper to the waiting ear beside you, when you stand and wait in an ever-moving crowd once you recognize the sound of his approach. it's when you set out two bowls instead of one at night and attach an assistive band to one pair of chopsticks because even after all this time, he still doesn't know how to use them.

falling in love with childe feels a lot like a gradual shift of colors in the ginkgo leaves of your homeland as the seasons pass by. he walks with you through the harbor often now, like a routine he can't give up. and while he admires the sights of liyue in the beauty of fall, you admire him.

it's in the glint of those golden leaves framing his fiery hair and blue eyes that you realize: "i've loved him for a while now, haven't i?"

i think that's how it all starts, honestly. you fall first, before you even realize, and your life suddenly becomes all the more colorful with the feelings you couldn't recognize before suddenly intermingling with the casual comfort he brings with him. it could open the door to something angsty, where you think your feelings are unreturned and try to cope, or maybe something soft and silly, where everyone can see just how much you like childe while he remains oblivious to your affections, but still sweet all the same.

in the end though, it wouldn't really matter if you really were the one who fell first. because childe, who saw you in that moment and took the first step to something bigger than he could've ever expected, would definitely be the one who fell harder.

[sparrow-in-the-field]

There's a scene that I wrote in the next chapter of The Walk Home that has me rattling and gnawing at the bars of my jorty cage

[skitskatdacat63]

Prev reblog, imagine if they all fought for Fernando's love 🥹

Flavio who devoted and then killed his career in service to Fernando, Carlos Sr. who Fernando has looked up to and known for 20+ years, Lawrence who can provide for Fernando with his deep pockets, Adrian who has the potential to build Fernando a winning car

Who will he pick!!!! I vote Carlos Sr 🤭🤭

[rainingmbappe]

The rise of "let people enjoy things" is single handedly the backbone of the rise of anti intellectualism

[enobariasdistrict2]

enemies to lovers isn't "he's generally an unpleasant person to be around, he constantly puts other people down and disrespects/condescends/ostracizes them, he's cruel and a bully... but his one redeeming quality is that he looks attractive" like. bestie that's not a redemption arc!! or a redeeming quality!!! a person can and should control their behaviors, but how they look literally has no bearing on their worth as a person!

like... this trope is about an initial misunderstanding and miscommunication that leads to mild conflict and resentment of each other,but eventually they move past this rocky start by revealing to each other their humanity and good qualities, and communicating what happened the first time they met so that they can clear up that situation, and slowly becoming good friends who enjoy spending time with each other and eventually become really close, and the realization that one accidental mishap/slip in behavior/aashole mistake isn't what defines a person and sometimes your first interpretation of them is sometimes wrong!! an entire opinion of someone should be formed based on their behaviors, values, actions, and morals, and quality time spent with this person, not because they have nice cheekbones.

[ramjam-jamming]

A dynamic I enjoy....

[temeyes]

"and i don't blame you, dear for runnin' like you did all these years i would do the same, you best believe." - Stubborn Love, The Lumineers

[pulisicsgirl]

I don’t know if you like F1, but I was thinking driver!reader & chris fake dating for PR & they both actually catch feelings.

Kinda like those “She fell first, but he fell harder” situations

Also maybe they are bffs and they agreed to fake date for PR

i'm not sure if you meant this as a full fic or a concept but i don't know almost anything about f1 so i went ahead and made it a concept :)

but she's a long one, so buckle up

i can totally see this as a childhood friends to lovers scenario where you grew up together and were always super close and kept in touch after he left for Europe to pursue soccer. as you grew older you made your way up the ranks in the world of F1 and racing, and anytime it brought you near London (or Germany when he was still at Dortmund), the two of you jumped at the opportunity to see each other

it started out as a joke, actually. you had been ranting to Christian about how your PR manager was on your case about doing something to boost your image and get yourself into the public eye. you and Christian had both always been the type to avoid the limelight when possible, despite the flashy nature of your chosen career paths, but according to your PR manager, that wasn't a good thing. without thinking, you had blurted something about needing to date someone famous, maybe an athlete-- "at this point, you and i might as well tell people we're dating. the media already thinks we are and people would love it" you laughed to yourself, expecting Christian to laugh with you. instead, to your shock, he just shrugged his shoulders and stated that it could totally work

so, after running it by your PR manager who was thrilled at the idea of you "dating" America's most famous footballer, the two of you started appearing in public together more, dropping casual photos on Instagram that become more and more "couple-ey," and sure enough, the fans and the media both loved it

but although the relationship wasn't real, the way that your heart skipped a beat and the butterflies in your stomach sprung to life surely were. the longer the fake relationship continued, the further you fell for this stupid boy you had known since you were 4. sure, the thought of you two together had crossed your mind, especially as all of the adults back in Hershey, PA had teased the two of you as you grew up, but you always dismissed them without a second thought.

and now, all you could think was that by initiating a PR relationship, you had ruined your chances of things ever going back to normal with him. how could you, after you had held his hand while walking the streets of London, felt him pull you into his side by your waist and press soft kisses to your temple? how could you, after you had memorized the backs of his hands while they rested on your thigh as you sat next to each other, noting the small blemishes and imperfections on his skin? how could you after you had breathed in his scent while your face was buried in his chest in a tight, warm embrace?

no, you could never go back to the way things were before. but you were terrified of telling him that.

the two of you agreed that no kissing was necessary to convince the public that you were actually dating. you could maintain the image of a relationship without it and it would unnecessarily complicate things. you simultaneously thanked and cursed yourself for suggesting the rule, because you knew that kissing him would only make you fall further, but you also knew that there was nothing more in the world that you wanted to do right now.

as you started to realize you were in too deep with him, you started trying to distance yourself, canceling plans and spending a little less time with him day by day. of course christian noticed-- he had known you for nearly two decades, after all. he noticed the forced smiles and the way you pulled away from him much more quickly than you did before. he noticed how you no longer tucked yourself into his side when you sat next to him, instead putting a few inches of space between you.

after they had noticed his change in mood, he talked about it with mason and ben, his closest friends and the only two people that he had confided in about the nature of the relationship, telling them about how you had drawn yourself away and he worried that he had done something wrong.

he feared that he had gone too far, doing too much and making you uncomfortable. but with your absence, a small void, an empty feeling made its way into his heart. he missed your touch, being able to hold your hand or hold you close to him. he missed being able to kiss the top of your head and breathe in the scent of your shampoo. he missed you like he had never missed anyone before.

and that's when it hit him.

he'd fallen for you... hard...

when the realization hit him, he couldn't wait a second longer, grabbing his things from the bench and rushing out of the door as training had just ended. he raced to your house, pounding on the front door.

when you opened the door, he was met with your wide eyes and a startled expression, thinking that something was horribly wrong with the way he had been frantically knocking, but instead you found a desperate and lovesick christian.

"what on earth is going on?"

his words came out in a jumbled mess. he hadn't even gotten his head on straight enough to think about what he wanted to say to you when he got here-- he only knew that he had to talk to you.

"i-i-i just missed you and i realized that this whole PR relationship thing wasn't working for me anymore and i knew i had to talk to you, and... and i just want to be able to hold your hand again."

your heart sank briefly thinking that he had raced to your house in desperation to end the relationship. perhaps a better option had come along for a relationship. a real one. but his last statement caught you off-guard.

"chris, what are you talking about."

he started taking deeper breaths, just trying to calm his racing thoughts and form a coherent sentence. "i realized that... this whole thing isn't fake for me anymore, y/n. i just... i think I'm in love with you and that terrifies me and i'm worried that you don't feel the same way and i made you uncomfortable, and i don't want to ruin the friendship we had, so i knew i had to--"

his ramble was cut off as you grabbed him by the jacket, pulling him toward you and pressing your lips to his in a stroke of confidence and adrenaline. it didn't take longer than a moment for him to kiss you back, cradling your jaw gently in his hand.

you finally pulled back after a moment, looking at each other with misty eyes.

"this is such a cliche."

"i know, and i don't really care."

[fluffyyymocha]

tysm for the tag @wiltedrosier !! these are so much funn, i love getting tagged in games sm.

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[heich0e]

Hi, feels like it's been a longtime but alas I've only been here since the Era of Vash lol. Anyways I think you've made a great point about reader inserts and in general that's my concensus like it's impossible for a reader insert to be one hundred percent inclusive. Not to mention people should be allowed to read and interact with what they want howver they want. I think the only thing that does somehow bother me is the trend with people treating reader inserts as cringe. Like I've seen a lot of takes where people complain that using things like (F/n) or (Y/n) feels so cringe to them. Which again ok cool you do you, but we're all mentally ill here. Bashing on something isn't gonna help if you don't like don't interact is usually my go to. But don't try to force others to change something just cause it makes you uncomfortable. Like sadly I think Fandom culture has become sort of toxic and everyone policing everything makes me tired honestly.... but anyways, you're a good noddle. Stay safe, drink water. Keep slaying.~

HI FRIEND!!

i'm happy to hear that my extremely long-winded tirade resonated with someone!! it's always very nerve-wracking to express opinions online, even if they are something you wholly believe in, so having someone echo or express solidarity with it feels very comforting!!

i agree that x reader bashing is an issue, but ultimately i just try to remind myself that not everyone is going to like the things that you like—nor do the have to!! though, i think this speaks to a larger issue of people being unable to recognize that their personal, subjective opinions and preferences are not OBJECTIVE measures of correctness or value. something isn't bad just because YOU personally don't like it. and this isn't even just about x reader—this goes for fic tropes, ships, characters, even entire pieces of media. there's a huge trend online that rly glorifies being a "hater" as though it's cute and quirky or somehow funny, but i think at the end of the day it's senselessly unproductive and rly poisons the figurative well of online fandom spaces. but like hey—if u get your rocks off talking about all the things you hate, congrats! who am i to judge! when it comes down to it i'm just here for fun, and instead of being preoccupied with what other ppl are saying or doing or hating i would always rather spend time focusing on the things i like and earnestly working towards creating a space that doesn't make anyone feel bad for the things they like too.

[ghostscrown]

The pipeline of Angel's Friends kid to Good Omens adult is real