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aftgficrec · 2 months

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Literally anything and everything written by bazookajo94 - they write the funniest and most chaotic aftg fics

As you can see from the long list of their fics that we’ve previously rec’ed, we completely agree with you! - S

previously recommended:

‘stab me yourself u coward’ here

‘survive the night’ here

‘tit for tat’ here

‘definitely something’ here

‘eat the rich’ here

‘prove your love’ here

‘all that i’ve been dreaming of’ here

‘last piece of gold’ here

‘long journey home’ here

‘the prettiest blue’ here

‘dirty little secret’ series here

‘what’s yours is mine’ and ‘Crazy Rich Neil’ here

‘Go Team!’ here

‘we were together’ series here

‘most likely to commit crimes’ here

‘give or take’ here

‘cone sold stober’ here

‘spooky scary’ here

Here’s one that hasn’t appeared on our blog yet:

in another life by bazookajo94 [Rated T, 11506 words, complete, 2022]

Dear Andrew Doe,

I am not picking one of the pen pals that’s in California or whatever. I am going to write a fake name and a fake address and send this letter to a fake person. The teacher won’t let me leave until I send this to someone.

Bye

Alex

Neil Josten sent fake letters to Andrew Doe for years, thinking they disappeared into the void.

Andrew Minyard received every single one.

tw: implied/referenced torture

#rec #reader submission #neil josten/andrew minyard #au: college/university #au: no exy #theme: fluff & angst #theme: friends to lovers #theme: espistolary #theme: fluff & humour #theme: slow burn #theme: found families #theme: team bonding #theme: loneliness #tw: implied/referenced torture #hermy-stiles

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pendarling · 1 year

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Hey bestie! May I please request or if you haven't done it yet? May I please get an angst falling in love with a character you can't have prompt? Thank you!

Eeeeee! Yes anything for u!😭💖🌟

“I Cαɳ’ƚ Hαʋҽ Yσυ” Pɾσɱρƚʂ

Character A purposefully distancing themselves from Character B so the pain of not having them doesn’t hurt anymore

Trying to go on dates with other people but always thinking about them

Becoming friends with Character B but being too scared to lose that friendship

“Oh? But maybe if you look harder you’ll realize… that somebody out there does love you.” “If they loved me then why haven’t they told me yet?”

Longing gazes at them when they’re looking away

Realizing that the person they’ve fallen for is actually engaged through an arranged marriage.

If Character A is wealthy and their parents only want them to marry up so they can’t be with Character B even if the feeling was mutual💔

Writing down ✨notes✨ describing how much they love Character A and never being able to tell them.

When Character A truly believes they’re so unlovable and it’s them that pulls away from B.

Character A and B were a couple in the past (or in a previous life if you’re a fan of fiction), due to issues they couldn’t be together. Then when Character B comes back to reunite with their love they realize they’re already with somebody else!! So they act like they’re okay!!!

When… both Character A… and B are rivals/enemies😫 and Character A actually starts to fall in love💖 with them, but don’t know if Character B feels the same—

Already being rejected by Character A but they can’t… move… past it

When two characters fall in love with each other and their cultural differences will not allow it

One or both characters being closeted🚪

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MASTERLIST

#writing prompt #unrequited pining #enemies to lovers #themes: unrequited #imagine your otp #unrequited romance #cute prompts #angst prompt #pining prompts #unreciprocated love #friends to lovers #one sided love

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musicallypan · 1 year

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no cuz its the fact that a black haired social outcast who wears their hair in braids gets roomed with the popular social butterfly blonde girl, who at first hated each other upon meeting, but eventually warmed up to each other, is describing 2 ships

#wenclair #gelphie #What Is This Feeling is now a wenclair theme song #love this ship dynamic #wednesday addams #wednesday netflix #enid sinclair #Glinda #Elphaba #wicked the musical #enemies to friends to lovers #hell yeah #musicallypan

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all-the-things-2020 · 5 months

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Summary: When you land on a backwater planet for a routine job, your feelings for your bounty hunter boss are revealed, thanks to a local holiday tradition.

Rating: PG-13 (implied sexual activity but everything happens off screen)

Notes: This was written in 2020, before we knew Grogu’s name. I wrote it for the Pedros12DaysofChristmas gift exchange on tumblr as a gift for @djarinslover.

Word count: 3600+

Tags: @morallyinept Jett, please add to your Festive Fic Rec List 🎄❄️🎁

The wind whipped across the plain that lay outside the little town. You huddled into your coat, which was not thick enough for this weather. Din’s cape plastered itself to his back and the Child he carried whined at the cold. “It’s not far,” Din said. “I’ll keep you warm, kid.” The green child snuggled closer and made an inquiring noise. “And we’ll get something to eat. I promise.” The Child cooed and snuggled closer, his tiny clawed hand clutching at the smooth beskar of Din’s breastplate. You marveled at how well the two communicated, considering the Child couldn’t talk yet. Of course, you and Din were often able to communicate without words, even though his face was always hidden by his helmet.

The ramp rumbled closed behind you as the three of you made your way to the gate of the town. It was another nondescript settlement on a nondescript planet; somewhere that should have been a safe hiding place for a being on the run, but Din was a relentless hunter and very rarely failed to find his quarry. You were surprised that he hadn’t simply left you and the Child on board while he checked out this new lead, but you had learned not to question him when it came to bounty hunting. That was his area of expertise, not yours.

There was a gateway of sorts over the road into town, and it was bedecked with boughs of some evergreen plant that smelled spicy and stringent. Bunches of red and white berries were tied here and there with bright yellow ribbons.

You stepped a bit closer to Din as you entered the town. The houses looked empty, although some had colorful lights hanging in the windows, and most of them had boughs hanging over the door frame. “Where is everyone?” you asked, disconcerted by the lack of people and the empty echoes of your feet against the walls.

Din shifted the Child in his arms and grunted. “Must be in the center of town for the festival,” he said briefly.

“Festival?”

He nodded, but kept walking. “It’s the Midyear Festival. Winter solstice or something like that. I thought the kid might enjoy seeing it.” He dug in his pocket and pulled out a small pouch of credits, which he handed to you. “There’s sure to be some food for sale. Maybe you can find him a toy or something, keep him from stealing the knob off my gearshift all the time.”

You hid your smile, knowing that Din would just get brusque and dismissive if he saw it. You took the pouch and slipped it into the inside pocket of your coat. “And it gives you a good excuse to be here, too,” you said. “Bringing the kid to see the festival. Who’d be suspicious of that?”

Din turned his helmeted head slightly and you just knew he was rolling his eyes at you; the man could convey a full range of emotions with just a tilt of the head or shift in body weight. You’d learned to read him well during your time aboard the Razor Crest. You just wondered what it would take to get him to express the emotions you were almost certain were lurking just underneath the surface of what he’d allow himself to feel.

The town square was packed with beings of all kinds, eating and drinking and shopping at the booths that had sprung up around the perimeter. They were all decked out with the same evergreen boughs and berries. Din handed the Child to you. “Here, find him something to eat and look around at the wares,” he said. “I’ll be back as soon as I can. It shouldn’t take me long to get the information I need and then we can move on.”

You held the Child close as the two of you watched Din walk away, his cape swaying behind him as he strode across the square. He didn’t have to weave his way through the crowd; they parted in front of him. You felt a swell of … not exactly pride, since it was mixed with a healthy dose of lust ...Din looked good as always, and you had to remind yourself that so far he’d treated you as no more than a crewmate.

“Come on, kiddo,” you said once Din had been swallowed up by the crowd. “Let’s get you something yummy to eat.”

The Child made it clear that he wanted one of the large, sugar dusted cookies that several children were carrying around, and you quickly found the booth that was selling them. You purchased two and found a place to sit down. You and the Child nibbled at your treats, watching everyone in their festival finery. “They sure are dressed up, aren’t they?” you said. The Child continued to munch on his cookie, but he pricked his ears up, so you knew he was listening. “Think we’ll ever have money to waste on fancy clothes like that? Yeah, probably not. Your dad’s pretty tight with the purse strings. And fuel and ship repairs are expensive.” You sighed. Life was better now that you were traveling with the Mandalorian and his strange little foundling, but it was never easy in this part of the galaxy.

Once the cookies were gone (and part of yours might have mysteriously found its way into the kid’s hands), you picked the Child up and wandered around the square, looking at the sights. At one booth, you found an assortment of wooden toys which you found charming but which barely got a glance from the Child. What he did like were the shiny ornaments that hung from a large bough in the next booth over.

“Those look awfully fragile, kiddo,” you said doubtfully.

“But you would be wrong,” said the young woman behind the counter at the booth. “They are made of durasteel, hand painted and beautiful, but guaranteed to withstand the wildest gaggle of children and/or beasts.” She took down the one that had caught the Child’s eye, a silvery globe just big enough for both of his little hands to grasp, painted all over with geometric shapes in a brilliant azure blue. As the Child reached desperately for it, you knew you’d never hear the end of it if you didn’t get it for him.

“How much?” you asked, sure it was going to be outrageously priced and Din would be mad at you for spending so much on a useless bauble.

“Five credits,” the woman said. She tilted her head, taking in your patched trousers and the raggedy hem on the Child’s robe. “Let’s say four. Can’t let a kid go without a Midyear present, can we?”

You would have gladly paid five, but bit your tongue. A credit saved was a credit earned, after all. You handed over the money and the Child cooed as he examined the beautiful ball in his hands.

“And what about for you?” the young woman asked. “Do you have your sprig of laramin yet?”

“My sprig of what?” you asked.

She nodded. “Figured you for an offworlder,” she said, reaching up to pull a bundle of blue and white leaves down from a rack at the back of the stall. “Laramin,” she said, holding it out to you. “Almost sold out, so you’re just in time.” She held it up above her head. “It’s a tradition. At midnight on Midyear Day, you try to get your sweetheart under the laramin. Legend has it, if you kiss them under the laramin leaves at midnight, they’ll love you forever.” She gave you an appraising look. “I saw you come into the square with that tall fellow in the shiny armor. I’ll bet you’d like to get him under the laramin.”

You laughed and rolled your eyes, but still asked the price of the bundle of leaves. One credit, and she threw in some silver ribbon to hang it from. “Little guy might want to play with it, after. Since it matches his ornament and all,” she said. You thanked her and tucked the sprig of laramin in your pocket next to the credit pouch.

You took another turn around the square, but the Child only had eyes for his ball, and soon you settled back down on a bench to wait for Din. You’d bought a couple more of those cookies, but hidden them away from the Child. You wanted to save at least one for Din, although who knew when he’d have a chance to eat it. He always snatched a bite here or there when you and the kid were asleep or busy.

Finally, you saw his shiny helmet weaving its way through the crowd, swiveling back and forth as he scanned the crowd for you. You suppressed the urge to stand up and wave; Din was a skilled hunter and he’d find you and the Child easily enough. Besides, you didn’t want to seem desperate or anything. You thought guiltily of the sprig of leaves in your pocket and your face got hot. It was ridiculous and a waste of money, but at least you’d saved the credit you spent on it when the vendor cut the price on the Child’s bauble.

Din reached you. “Come on,” he said, motioning for you to stand. He picked up the Child, who held out his new treasure for inspection. “Hmm … very nice, buddy. You do like shiny things, don’t you?” The Child chirped his agreement and returned to admiring the blue and silver ornament. Din turned to you. “Did you get yourself anything?”

You were flustered. “Um, I bought the kid and me each a cookie earlier, and I got a few more to take with us. So you can have one later. They’re pretty good.” You were rambling, but you didn’t want to admit you’d bought the laramin sprig. You’d toss it in the trash compactor when you got back to the ship.

Din simply nodded and began to walk. “We can stay overnight and head after the quarry in the morning,” he said as you followed him through the crowd. “I don’t think he’ll be on the move for a while, according to the intel I got.”

The ship was quiet and cold when you arrived, but that was normal. It just seemed darker than usual because you’d come from the brightly lit festival. Din closed up the ramp and busied himself with a check of his arsenal. “Keep an eye on the kid,” he said. “He’ll probably be busy with his new toy, but still, I don’t want him getting near the weapons.”

You nodded and took the Child into the tiny bunk where he and Din slept. The Child had a hammock strung from the ceiling; the sleeping area took up the entire bottom of the bunk, which you secretly thought looked more like a storage closet than a bedroom, but it wasn’t your ship. Your own sleeping area was a pile of blankets on top of a foam pad tucked behind some crates between the main hold and the carbonite freezer. It wasn’t fancy, but at least you had more room than Din and the kid had.

You sat with your back to the bunk entrance, with the Child in front of you, so he was blocked from getting out. The little womp rat was stealthy and you’d learned that unless you could see him at all times, he was capable of slipping past you and getting into trouble. Right now, though, he was enthralled with his new shiny toy and happy to sit and burble at it. You slid the packet of cookies out of your pocket, worried they would get crushed. The Child perked up at the sight of them, but you said, “Not right now. Wait until your dad’s done, then we’ll all have one, okay?” His ears drooped a bit, but he returned to the toy with only a tiny sigh.

You also pulled out the credit pouch. You would return it to Din when you gave him his cookie. The sprig of laramin came with it, the silver ribbon tangled around the pouch.

“What’s that?”

Din was almost as sneaky as his little green kid. “Oh, just a decoration,” you said, hiding your face by looking down at the Child. “The girl who sold us the ornament insisted I take one. No charge.” You dropped the laramin on the bed and held out the pouch. “Here’s what’s left of your credits.”

Din held out his gloved hand and took the pouch gently. He didn’t open it, or even test its weight, even though you knew he was always careful with his money. “Don’t lie to me,” he said firmly.

“What?”

“I told you when you came aboard, I don’t tolerate lying,” he said, tucking the credit pouch back into a pocket. “I know what that is.” He pointed at the bedraggled bunch of laramin leaves. “It’s some sort of love charm or something, isn’t it?”

You took a deep breath before you spoke. “It’s a decoration,” you repeated. “You hang it up and if you can kiss your sweetheart under it at midnight on Midyear Day, then the legend says they’ll love you forever. It’s silly. I just took it because the girl insisted. We can throw it away.”

You reached for the leaves, ready to crumble them into a wad, but Din was faster. He picked up the bundle and dangled it over your head by the silver ribbon. “No, let’s hang it up,” he said. “We could use some decoration in this old bucket.” You turned around in the bunk, wondering what he was going to do.

He reached up and tied the ribbon over an exposed girder. “There,” he said. “Festive, don’t you think?” Then he turned abruptly and headed up the ladder to the cockpit.

“What was that all about?” you asked the Child, who had crept up beside you. He stared at you for a moment, then shrugged and went back to admiring his ball.

You could hear Din moving around up in the cockpit but he wasn’t planning to move the ship until morning. Had he gotten embarrassed by the laramin? Was he trying to pretend nothing had happened to spare your feelings? You’d tried your best to hide your attraction to him, but the man was a hunter; he noticed details. He was probably well aware of the way you watched him, the way your eyes lingered over certain parts of his anatomy as he moved. And you were sure he knew how you tensed up when he moved close to you, how hard you resisted leaning into his touch when he laid a hand on your shoulder. You looked up at the wilted sprig of laramin, just hanging there mocking you.

It was getting late, so you arranged your bed, which usually got messed up during the day, either from the movements of the ship as it flew, or the feet of the Child, who pattered around the hold when he got restless. The kid slowly followed you, his eyes starting to droop. When he yawned, you scooped him up and tucked him into his hammock. “Your dad will be down pretty soon,” you told him, even though you didn’t know what the hell Din was doing up there.

With the kid in bed, and Din busy, you pulled off your boots and got ready to crawl into your nest of blankets. You had just untied the string that held your hair back out of your face when you heard Din’s boots on the ladder. You looked up. He glanced briefly at you and then ducked into the bunk. Oh, well.

“Here,” Din said, suddenly looming over you. He was holding out a scrap of old blanket.

“What?” You took the piece of fabric, wondering what was going on.

“Put it on,” he said curtly, making a circling motion around his head. “Cover your eyes.”

“Um, okay,” you said, twisting the fabric and wrapping it around your face. You tied it behind your head. It was an effective blindfold; you couldn’t see a thing through it’s tight weave.

“Good,” Din said. He reached out and took your hand. “Stand up.” When you did, he moved his hand to your shoulder. “Over here.”

You shuffled after him in your stocking feet. The floor of the hold was cold and hard through your socks. Din carefully adjusted your position and then stood quietly. “What’s going on?” you asked, but he shushed you.

“Almost time,” he said. When the alarm on his chronometer beeped, you heard him take a deep breath, followed by the click and slight hiss of his helmet being detached. You held your breath. Was he … was he really …

A gloved hand stroked your cheek and slid behind your head, holding it steady. “I’m not sure how to do this,” Din said quietly. His voice wasn’t distorted by the vo-coder in the helmet and you heard a nervous quaver in it. “I’ve … I’ve never done this before,” he whispered.

Your heart was pounding. It was happening. “That’s okay,” you said softly. “Just do what feels right.” You lifted your hand to touch his face, the face you’d imagined so many times. You gently traced the curve of his cheek, the sharp ridge of his nose, the soft pillows of his lips. You felt his breath hitch as you slid your fingers back and forth against his lips. Then he brushed your hand out of the way and pressed those lips against yours.

It was everything you had imagined, and more. His lips were soft and clumsy as he kissed you, his fingers tightening in your hair as he held your head in place. You lifted your other hand to the back of his neck and ran your fingers through his hair, giving a gentle tug as he pulled back from the kiss. “How was that?” he asked breathlessly.

“Not bad,” you said. “But you definitely need practice.” You pulled him closer and kissed him harder, sliding your tongue along the seam between his lips, until he parted them and you were able to deepen the kiss. When your tongue darted into his mouth, he gasped and his free arm wrapped around your waist. You responded by pressing your body against his armored chest, wishing he’d shed more than his helmet.

After a few minutes, you came up for air. “Happy Midyear,” Din said, his voice raspy.

You laughed and pressed your head against his shoulder pauldron. “Was that my present?” you teased.

“The first of many, I hope,” Din said hesitantly. “I … I’ve been wanting to do this for a long time. I wasn’t sure if you felt the same way about me, but when I saw the laramin sprig, I thought, what the hell.” His arms tightened around you and pulled you closer to him, squishing you against his armored body.

“Is the kid asleep?” you asked.

“I think so,” he replied. “I closed the door to the bunk.”

You chuckled. “Good idea. He doesn’t need to see this.” You pulled Din’s head down for another kiss, and started backing toward where you thought your bed was. Din steered you by the shoulders until you felt the edge of your foam pad under your feet.

“Are you sure about this?” he asked.

“Yes,” you said. “I’ve been dying to find out what’s under all that beskar.” He laughed and kissed you again.

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When you woke the next morning, you were alone. Your blindfold was gone. Your clothes were folded neatly on a crate next to your bed. You could hear Din talking softly to the Child in the cockpit.

You got up carefully, stiff and sore in places that hadn’t seen much activity recently. You got dressed and made your way to the ‘fresher. After you’d splashed a little water on your face, you climbed the ladder to the cockpit.

“Good morning,” Din said quietly. He was in the pilot’s seat, the Child perched on his lap, watching as he entered coordinates and ran through the pre-launch sequence. The new durasteel ball was clutched in the Child’s hand and the knob had been returned to the lever where it belonged.

“Good morning,” you replied. Din waved you closer and as you came alongside the chair, he slid his hand to the small of your back. You leaned down to greet the Child, who babbled to you about something.

Din sat back in the pilot’s seat. He gently placed the Child on the floor. “Get in your chair and buckle in,” he told the small creature. As the kid toddled toward his seat, Din tilted his helmet up to look at you. His hand returned to your waist. “Last night …,” he began.

You cut him off. “It’s okay if it was just the holiday,” you said. “It’s okay if it never happens again.”

He shook his head. “No, it … it wasn’t just the holiday. I’d like it to happen again. It’s just … I can’t let you see my face. It will have to be like that.” His hand slid gently up and down against your back.

You leaned over him and pressed a kiss against the cold beskar of his helmet. “It’s fine,” you said. “I know how important The Way is to you. I would never ask you to abandon it.”

Din was silent for a long moment, then nodded his head. He pulled away from you. “Okay, then. You’d better get buckled in. We’re taking off in two minutes.”

You took your seat next to the Child. Din finished the last few checks and pressed a button to ignite the engines. As the ship began to lift off the surface, you noticed something dangling above the control panel, jiggling with the vibrations of the ship. A bedraggled sprig of blue and white leaves, tied tightly with a silver ribbon.

#the mandalorian #star wars #grogu #baby yoda #fanfic #din djarin #holiday themed #friends to lovers #din djarin x reader #din Djarin fluff #tooth rotting fluff #festive fic rec list

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steddieunderdogfics · 4 days

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Not Exactly Napa Valley by twiceasfar

Rating: Mature

28,885 words, 5/5 chapters

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Tags: Fake/Pretend Relationship, Friends to Lovers, Period-Typical Homophobia, Platonic Soulmates, Absent Parents, Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington Friendship, Past Steve Harrington/Nancy Wheeler, Steve Harrington Has Bad Parents, Eddie Munson Lives, Family Video (Stranger Things), Mechanic Eddie Munson, Eventual Happy Ending, Eventual Romance, Dungeons & Dragons References, background ronance, Complete, Mild Smut, Love Confessions, Found Family

Summary:

The fake relationship AU that literally no one asked for. Featuring Steve and Robin as platonic soulmates, a destination wedding to a winery, and a thrilling quest to piss off Steve’s parents. Robin lets out an exasperated sigh. “Eddie would be the perfect date for the wedding!” Steve freezes. “Whose wedding?” Eddie asks.

Thanks for the rec!

This rec is a part of Theme Weekend. The theme this weekend is FAKE DATING.

Know a fic that deserves extra love? Submit through our asks or the submission box!

#theme weekend #steddie #steddie fic recs #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve x eddie #stranger things #fake dating #friends to lovers #found family

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anitalenia · 11 months

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━━━ .°˖✧ friends to lovers ⋆˙⊹

꒰ঌ definition ໒꒱ 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝑤𝑜 𝑝𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑎𝑠 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑢𝑝 𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ below you will find sub genres under this category, as well as some useful pairings for this trope. for educational writing purposes <3

note: several of these can also be used in other tropes as well, just depends on how you write it and interpret it. I don’t really care about this trope that much, but I do like a good road trip or jealousy fic 🫦

╰₊✧ ﾟOTHER LINKS . ྀི ⊹ masterlist | romance tropes |

taglist | prompt list | symbol packs | dividers page

꒰ঌ group one ໒꒱

꒰ঌ group two ໒꒱

꒰ঌ group three ໒꒱

friend goes away and you realize you miss (love) them | they become best man x bridesmaid + googley eyes | they slow dance together | takes care of them when they’re drunk + drunken love confession | one gets in a relationship and the other does out of spite + they both get jealous

꒰ঌ group four ໒꒱

everyone can see they’re in love but them | penpals | they go to the dog park everyday to talk to each other and let the dogs play | co workers but they bring each other coffee everyday | met each other in an anonymous support group and decide to meet

꒰ঌ group five ໒꒱

server x regular customer | childhood friends reacquainted | live in the same apartment building until one of them starts bringing nightly guests and the other gets jealous | neighbors | roommates grow into something more | in a fake relationship to get back at their exes

꒰ঌ group six ໒꒱

group of three where two love the one | nerdy guy x popular girl (friend zone vibes until popular girl ‘notices him’) | sharing a bed | has a girl best friend and realizes they like girls | has a boy best friend and realizes they like boys

꒰ঌ group seven ໒꒱

꒰ঌ group eight ໒꒱

friends to friends to benefits to lovers | met online + bonus if they’re from different countries | in the same special forces unit (military au) | met in AA or rehab / help each other | outcasted man x only girl he trusts to bring him supplies

꒰ঌ group nine ໒꒱

baker who makes special cakes for their friend whose allergic to everything | teacher of the friends kid | got closer together during a road trip with friends | dog trainer x dog owner | cooking class

꒰ঌ group ten ໒꒱

will update when I think of new ones. hope this helps if you’re not sure what story to tell but you want something new <3

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zairaalbereo · 1 year

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I know we belong together

Some people fall in love and then that love fades away. Nicky thinks that for him it is the opposite. His love for Joe is like the tree at their spot in the woods. No one planted it. It was just a seed that took root all by itself and started to grow.

And it has never stopped growing. All and More and Everything, a childhood friends to lovers AU (5/6) —Pragma (enduring love)

All art pieces for @theartguard monthly theme: 8 types of love according to Ancient Greece.

#the old guard #kaysanova #joe/nicky #joe x nicky #tog fanart #the old guard au #childhood friends to lovers #yusuf al kaysani #nicolò di genova #all and more and everything series #eight types of love #art server monthly theme #digital art #my art

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hp-fanfic-archive · 2 months

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seventeen moons by we_built_the_shadows_here Pairing: Severus/Lily Rating: G Word Count: 6k “The scar is small, at least,” Pomfrey says, pulling the bandage snug around the cleaned wound. There’s a pity in her voice that makes Severus want to throw up again. “It will be easily covered.” Dumbledore catches him inspecting it, as if mesmerized. “You are lucky to have survived at all,” the Headmaster says. Severus does not say I don’t feel very lucky because it is stupid and obvious. Instead, he says unsteadily, “I want to press charges, sir.” Pomfrey stills, tightening the bandage to the point of discomfort. “Remus Lupin would be executed,” Dumbledore says. “The Ministry takes a dim view of werewolves who infect other wizards.”

#snily #snily fic rec #hp fic rec #severus snape #lily evans #severus/lily #snape/lily #marauders era #canon divergent #werewolf au #friends to enemies to lovers #get together #rating: g #5 to 10k words #angst #hurt/comfort #pining #theme: war #personal favorite

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peekapebble · 2 years

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CONCEPT PLAYLISTS: ROMANCE EDITION ?!??

because i've been DYING to share these. the playlists are usually focused on most of the songs' lyrics. anyway:

|| SHIP TROPES ## enemies to lovers ## friends to lovers ## right person, wrong time ## unrequited love ## codependency / trauma bonding

|| THE THREE KINDS OF LOVE ## the first love : the first glimpse at love ## the second love : "what a fucking mess this is" type of love ## the third love : finally (aka, true love in songs)

|| OTHER ## candy-sweet type of love : the earliest stages of falling in love (similar to the vibes of the first love playlist) ## thought you were somebody else, you : falling for the idea of somebody, rather than for who they actually are ## it would have been you : when you continuously think of what could have been ## there's nothing left here to decode : perfect for getting over a breakup (or just healing from a particular something in your life)

|| TAYLOR SWIFT SPECIFIC: ## the five stages of grief (tv) : in order! ## pining (taylor's version) ## bonus: going insane (taylor's version) ## bonus: crying (taylor's version)

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peonights · 7 days

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Shadow Magic vs Dark Magic

I find it fascinating that Black Clover makes a difference in its magic system between shadows and darkness.

Most darkness we see comes from shadows, that's how places get lightless most often—but they are just one way. For example, nighttime brings darkness too, but is different as it's the dark outer space. Darkness is the absence of light. Shadows are one way that light can go absent.

So, unlike other fantasy media I've seen (for me, notably Shadow and Bone), Black Clover acknowledges that there is a difference. Shadow and Dark are two different magic attributes.

And that's interesting because the one Shadow Magic user we meet—Nacht—is the vice captain and ex-best friend of a Dark Magic user, Yami. Using magic to highlight character foils is nothing new, as a fantasy reader it’s everywhere.

However, unless I live under a rock, I haven’t seen two prominent foils to each other ever be shadow and darkness before! They’re always conflated and pitted against light.

This time though, we have a pair, Yami and Nacht, who started out the same—two best friends against the world with their similar magic attributes.

Then Yami joined the Magic Knights and befriended the Light Magic user Morgen. The two became a duo of light and darkness, as we normally see in media. Adhering to media’s norms makes sense for the lawful Morgen and the expectations of the Magic Knights.

Meanwhile the rebellious Nacht distanced himself from them both. This is worsened after Morgen’s death and Nacht’s switch to rationality. Still, in the end, shadow and darkness are two different things—and so are Nacht and Yami.

At last, the two mend their relationship and we go back to the beginning.

Here, it’s a zigzag between the similarity and difference in Shadow and Dark Magic, which highlights the zigzag in Nacht and Yami’s bond over the years.

TLDR: I love BC’s use of an unconventional yet similar pair of magics to highlight the complicated dynamic between Nacht and Yami. Can’t you tell who my favorite vice captain is?

#longposts #black clover spoilers #black clover #black clover analysis #black clover thoughts #peo’s thoughts #analyses #magic systems #nacht faust #yami sukehiro #morgen faust #which isn’t even getting into yaminacht being best friends—enemies—lovers - arguably my favorite dynamic #and the symbolism of morgen being more christian-themed while nacht uses a lot of occult and pagan influences #peo’s nachtposting

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musicallypan · 1 year

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loathing, am I right?

[text for those who can't read my handwriting]

E: Unusually and exceedingly peculiar and all together quite impossible to describe.

W: Blonde.

#my art #wenclair #wednesday addams #enid sinclair #wednesday netflix #LOATHING! UNADULTERATED LOATHING!#i trust you guys understand the reference #What Is This Feeling is now a wenclair theme song #enemies to friends to lovers #enemies to lovers #it is the ship dynamic EVER #wednesday x enid #enid x wednesday

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steddieunderdogfics · 6 days

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A comparative study of dating dudes vs. chicks By corrodedbisexual (mishabawlins) for fake dating weekend is a great one everyone should read!

A comparative study of dating dudes vs. chicks by corrodedbisexual

@corrodedbisexual

Rating: Teen and Up

11,339 words, 4/4 chapters

Archive Warning: No Warnings

Tags: Misunderstandings, Fake/Pretend Relationship, (but not really), First Dates, Getting Together, Eddie Munson Has a Crush on Steve Harrington, Steve Harrington Has a Crush on Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington is a Sweetheart, Eddie Munson Needs a Hug, Light Angst, Fluff, Humor, Confessions, First Kiss, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Gay Eddie Munson, Eddie's not a virgin but he's never been romanced, Pining, Mutual Pining, Post-Stranger Things 4 Vol. 2, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Friends to Lovers, Minor Robin Buckley/Vickie, POV Eddie Munson, Eddie Munson Loves Steve Harrington, Boys Kissing, Dorks in Love, Laughter, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Steve Harrington Has Bad Parents, Happy Ending, Love Confessions, Non-Explicit Sex, Steve Harrington Loves Eddie Munson

Summary:

Eddie takes Steve on a date. For research, of course; or at least that's what he assumes from the start. He's just satisfying his straight friend's strange curiosity about gay dating, nothing more. The only problem is, Eddie's never been on an actual date in his life. And the guy he's taking is someone he's been pining after for months.

Thanks for the rec!

This rec is a part of Theme Weekend. The theme this weekend is Fake Dating.

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#steddie #steddie fic recs #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve x eddie #stranger things #theme weekend #fake dating #fake relationship #rated t #misunderstandings #getting together #friends to lovers

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