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sailforvalinor · 1 year

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You know, I’ve said for a really long time that I dislike enemies-to-lovers, but I’ve realized this isn’t actually the case—I just dislike badly executed enemies-to-lovers. And, because this is possibly the most popular romance trope in YA (and most other literature, if we’re being honest), we’re seeing a lot of bad enemies-to-lovers right now.

I think what really irritates me about it most of the time is that authors want the "enemies-to-lovers" dynamic but don't really want to put in the work involved to make it convincing. Characters have to have some reason to hate each other to this degree, have to have some foundation for their relationship to stand on, but sometimes authors just want to skip to the witty banter in the ballroom or the intense rapier duel on the roof with underlying romantic tension without justifying to me why all this drama is happening in the first place.

Also, a lot of authors, especially in the YA fantasy genre, seem to default to "we are on opposite sides of a political conflict" or "you said something rude to me the first day we met" as a format to copy-and-paste their protagonists into and then leave it at that. And to be clear, there isn't anything wrong with these formats--plenty of good stories exist with these used as their basic structure! But it becomes a problem when you plug in a trope like this and assume it will do all the heavy lifting for you. It can easily come across as boring or lazy writing, just like with any poorly-employed cliche or trope.

However, cliches and tropes are not bad! The reason that an idea becomes a cliche or a trope is because it is so generally well-liked that authors are motivated to use it over and over again. These ideas naturally become cliches when they are used so much that the audience gets worn out on them, or it is used as a shortcut by less experienced authors to hide poor writing. But this does not mean you have to avoid any and all cliches at all times. One of the best skills to build as a writer is recognizing when you are using a cliche, and how you can best work that cliche to your advantage—giving the cliche a fun twist, adding layers and details (and-then-isms), subverting the cliche entirely, or just committing to the bit and writing the cliche straight as best as you possibly can.

All of this to say, here are a few variants, subversions, and fun employments of the enemies-to-lovers trope that I just personally think work really well:

Both people strongly and vocally dislike each other, but there deliberately doesn’t seem to be any logical reason as to why, at least to the audience—and it doesn’t really matter (Benedick and Beatrice from Much Ado About Nothing. Also I realize that there is a line that suggests that they may have possibly been engaged at some point before the play, but I would argue that since we never find out why they fell out, and this is never brought up as a major plot point, it doesn’t really matter.)

Person A is a part of a group or regime that actively harmed Person B or someone close to them, but Person A was not actually directly involved—however, Person B still holds Person A responsible (Zutara, I still think Kataang is superior, but I won’t deny that this ship works. This one can be a bit cringy if played up too much or if it goes on for too long, but it works as a short-term stint)

Both people make snap judgements on the other’s character upon their first meeting—judgements that are incorrect—and go on to wrongly villainize each other’s character (Lizzie and Darcy from Pride and Prejudice, of course)

Person A did some grievous wrong to Person B in a past life, but one or neither of them remembers until they’re already in love (Reaper and Sunny from Goblin, I realize this is a little specific but my gosh does it slap and people should do it more often)

Similarly, Person A and Person B communicate via indirect means under aliases (i.e. letters, emails, chat rooms) and are falling in love, but hate each other in real life (You’ve Got Mail/She Loves Me)

Person A is sent to assassinate or otherwise harm Person B by the organization that they work for, but when Person B kills them with kindness it makes them spiral into a huge identity crisis (Luke Skywalker and Mara Jade from Star Wars Legends. I really need to do a complete breakdown of this ship sometime because it goes so much deeper than this, but there is way too much to talk about with them on this post—suffice it to say that they are very underrated and absolutely fantastic)

Classic enemies-to-lovers except it’s only one-sided—Person A hates Person B but Person B is absolutely clueless. I can’t think of a good example of this right now but I know I love it when I see it

Neither of them really actively dislikes each other, but they’ve gained such a reputation for their bickering that to admit that they might like each other would be too embarrassing and a blow to their public image (again, can’t think of an example but I know I’ve seen it done...I guess the latter half of Much Ado counts)

Classic enemies-to-lovers but instead of transitioning directly to lovers they become friends, leading into a enemies-to-friends-to-lovers pipeline—the best of both worlds! (Again, Luke and Mara. Also dare I say Raven and Beast Boy in Teen Titans kinda-sorta?)

#please add more if you have any other suggestions #I’ve always had problems with this trope #I’ve come to terms with it now but friends-to-lovers is still superior I’m sorry #I enjoy subtlety you know #writing #tropes #writing tropes #enemies to lovers #writing advice #ships #ship dynamics

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rainingmbappe · 1 month

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

#i need to talk about this #disclaimer : im beyond terrible at putting my point across #so with that being said let me attempt at it #let's take look at the hate and misogyny women receive for liking a certain genre of books #that is so often simply countered with let people enjoy things #but we cannot let that narrative take over a whole as if critical thinking is “bad”?#booktok has made it so that disliking a popular books makes you the person with the superiority complex who should just let people enjoy-#-things #but when did criticizing actively target audiences who like that peice of literature? When did that become the narrative?#its all mindless consumption without a second thought to the actual material which can easily be credited to the tropification of books #the enemies do turn into lovers and the best friends do fall in love 10 years down the line #classifying books into tropes and then fulfilling that promise gives books an illusion of being “good” since it checks those boxes-#-that the reader picked up the book for in the first place #the act of reading has kind of been substituted by the act of being a reader and just owning stacks of books #we have turned away from any form of analysis or criticism #if it scratches the itch then its automatically the perfect book without further thought #i cant help but contribute the mere existence of that “itch” to how mordern books are classified into tropes with set plotlines #intelligenctualism is almost always looked at as elitism #reading only classics doesn't make you an intellectual individual but looking at any book with a critical lens may it be a classic or a rom #-com does #criticizing certain aspects of your absolute favorite books is intellectualism and not bullying people who like anything but classics #that distinction is so far lost in translation that talking about how a popular book is objectively bad is being a “hater”#well then im a hater #this is not a hate post for people who actively enjoy booktock or the more popular books #im just trying to introduce any amount of nuance into the conversation thats all #i can honestly go on forever but i think ill end my ranting here #literary criticism #literature #books #anti intellectualism

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ice-sculptures · 1 year

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best friends to lovers really is that trope

#there are other ship tropes i love but this one is Superior™️#idk why i insisted that i was an enemies to lovers person for so long #best friends to lovers is so much more satisfying #rae.txt

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agentmmayy · 2 years

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tagged by my beloved @152glasslippers <3

slow burn or love at first sight // fake dating or secret dating // enemies to friends to lovers or best friends to lovers // oh no there’s only one bed or long-distance correspondence // hurt-comfort or amnesia // fantasy au or modern au // mutual pining or domestic bliss // smut or fluff // canon-compliant or fix-it // reincarnation or character death // one-shot or multi-chapter // kid fic or road trip fic // arranged marriage or accidental marriage // high school romance or middle aged romance // time travel loop or isolated together // neighbors or roommates // sci-fi au or magic au // body swap or gender bend // angst or crack // apocalyptic or mundane

tagging: @majicmarker @preux-chevalier @presleyelvis @twoheartsoneclara @madeofstardust17 @mercenarymarc

#i was tagged #SO happy to see enemies to friends to lovers here it's the superior version of that trope

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roosterr · 10 months

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white flag ✹ proglogue

note: can't believe i'm actually writing for ghost, yes he was the reason i got into cod, but i havent thought about him since like january lol. has this trope already been done? yes. am i doing it anyway? also yes.

pairing: ghost x gn!reader

wc: 2.2k

no use of y/n readers callsign is 'stingray'

summary: if there's one constant in your life, it's that ghost doesn't like you, so when your house burns down and you have no choice but to move in with him, it feels like your life is on a steady downhill spiral.

warnings: slowburn, some angst, your house burns down, ghost is mean, sort of enemies to friends to lovers

ao3

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it's been almost a year since you'd joined the taskforce. nearly twelve months of gruelling hard work, and not for a single second had lieutenant ghost treated you with a shred of familiarity. at first, you thought he'd get over it, that he'd get past his obvious trust issues and warm up to you eventually, but you quickly gave up on that idea.

clearly, you'd been too optimistic.

which was unfortunate, considering how much you'd come to care for the prickly bastard, no matter how dismissive he was of you. it started slow; when you were first recruited, you held a great deal of respect for him because of his reputation, and you'd naively even looked forward to working with him. when you discovered his less than friendly demeanour, to say you were disheartened would be an understatement. he was withdrawn and stoic, never sparing you so much as a passing glance and a barked order, whether you were in the field or not.

the other sergeants had assured you that he wasn't as cold as he comes across; soap and gaz both told you how he'd acted the same towards them when they first met – he was a lone wolf, not used to having to look out for teammates.

the more time you spent on missions with him, the more you saw of the person beneath the hard exterior. you saw how he seemed to know everyone's strengths and weaknesses, things you never would've picked up on. he always made sure the team had eaten, disguised as a gruff order to stay on your game. when he got angry, it would be because someone put themselves in danger, not because they screwed up the mission. you saw someone who'd been through hell and come out the other side swinging.

before, you'd respected ghost as a soldier and your superior, but now, after spending so much time with him, your perspective of him has changed. he intrigued you; he's quiet, introverted but not shy, more observant than you could imagine, and so closely guarded you wondered if he'd ever be able to open up. you'd only heard whispers of the things he'd been through in the past, so despite his obvious animosity towards you, you treated him with the respect you thought he deserved – like a person, and you'd hoped that with time, he could see you as more than just a soldier too. though he still didn't like you, you liked to think that the two of you have come to some sort of understanding.

and that leads you to your problem; you wanted to know him. every tiny crack in his facade made you more and more curious about the man behind the mask – about simon, rather than ghost, but from what you could tell, he didn't hold the same sentiment about you. where he would banter back and forth with the others over comms, he'd fall silent whenever you join in. every minute little mistake was amplified to him, you've lost count of the amount of times he's berated you for things he's excused for others. it made your heart ache that you just couldn't win with him, and you feared you'd never understand why.

but now, as you sit shivering with a shock blanket wrapped around your shoulders, watching the smouldering remains of what was your home in the middle of the night, freezing and exhausted, you'd never felt more hated.

you could hear them, ghost and the captain, talking in hushed voices a little ways down the road from where you sit. they probably think they're being subtle, discussing what to do with you like you're not even there, like every single one of your worldly possessions hadn't just gone up in smoke, but you hear them as if they're standing right in front of you.

"i wouldn't do this if there were any other options, simon."

"there are plenty of other options, just stick 'em in a hotel for god's sake."

"there's no hotels close enough to base – it'll only be temporary, 'till we can find 'em somewhere else."

"fuckin' hell, why cant they go with one of the others?"

"soap and gaz are already flatmates, you live alone and you're the closest to base. this is the only option that makes sense."

"i'm not fuckin' happy about this, price."

their profiles are momentarily illuminated by the blue lights from the fire engine parked nearby, allowing you for a second to see the withering glare ghost is sending your way, and all of a sudden the last couple hours of emotional distress is crashing down on you; his obvious distaste for you combined with the toll of watching your house literally burning down was too much for you all at once. you could feel the tears start to spill over again, but you can’t find the strength to stop them and just bring the shock blanket closer to your face. you’d lost everything, and even now he couldn’t find it in himself to feel an ounce of compassion for you? why can’t he care for you like he does the others? like you do for him?

as your watery gaze drops to the soot and ash covering your pyjamas, a voice sounds from beside you, the opposite direction from price and ghost. you don’t even realise you’re hyperventilating until they lay a hand on your shoulder and rub soothing circles into your back.

“hey– hey, it’s okay,” it’s gaz, you notice in the back of your mind, sitting on the curb next to you. you squeeze your eyes shut in an attempt to block out the world around you, and gaz brings you closer into his embrace. “you’ll be alright, we’ll get everything sorted, yeah?”

"i– i don't– i can't–" you try to speak, but you can't seem to form a coherent sentence through your sobbing.

"it's alright, just breathe for me." gaz hugs you tighter again, your head coming to rest on his shoulder as he consoles you. for a few minutes you stay like that, your breathing eventuslly returning to normal and the tears slowing to a stop.

price and ghost are still arguing, but you can't hear what they're saying anymore; probably for the best, if you had to listen to ghost complain about you for one more second you might really have a breakdown.

soap's voice cuts through the fog in your mind, "managed to find this, thought ya' might want it." you look up to find him crouching in front of you and holding out a slightly singed photo, a weak smile on his face. "frame's broken, but the picture's still mostly fine."

you take it from him, fingers grasping the card gently as you turn it around to look at the picture. it's from a few years ago, you and your friends from your previous unit, smiling into the camera as if you had no worries at all. staring at the ghosts of your friends starts you crying again, clutching the photo to your chest and leaning back into gaz's shoulder. if anything could've survived the blaze, you're grateful it was this. gaz rubs your arm sofly, whispering comforting words to you again.

you hear another set of footsteps approach and look up again to see price now standing in front of you as well. it's not exactly surprising, but ghost is nowhere to be seen.

"ambulance is here," price says, offering you a hand and pulling you to your feet when you take it. "i'll follow behind to the hospital, one of you two take their car to simon's."

you nod and retrieve your car keys from your jacket pocket, thankful you'd had the mind to grab it on your way out in your frantic state.

"I've got a bag in the boot, it's got some clothes in it." you mutter, handing the keys to soap, who smiles and gives you a pat on the shoulder.

"no bother, i'll grab it for ya." he says, and jogs off to where your car was parked, thankfully untouched out of reach of the fire. he returns not a minute layer carrying your duffle of emergency supplies, something you never thought would actually come in handy.

before you know it you're waving gaz and soap goodbye, the paramedics are guiding you to the back of the ambulance, and you're leaving what remains of your old home in the rear-view mirror.

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you hated hospitals. it was a fact, and it had been that way since you were a child, everything about them just made your skin crawl. perhaps you inherited the feeling from your mother; she always managed to bring up her distaste for the place whenever the topic arose. or, maybe you only hated them because they scared you.

either way, the relief you felt as you stepped out of the front door into the car park with price trailing behind you was palpable. he falls into step next to you as the two of you make your way over to where he parked, his keys jingling as he fishes them from his pocket.

"we're puttin' you up with simon for the time being, 'till we can get you somewhere else." his words make you wince; you already knew he was going to say that, but it didn't stop the anxiety from bubbling up in your chest.

"i heard." a beat of silence passes before you continue. "how long will that take?" you ask, climbing into the passenger seat and dropping your bag at your feet as price settles into the driver's side.

"i wouldn't get your hopes up. might be quicker to wait for 'em to rebuild your old place." he flashes you a smile, but you can't find it in yourself to return the gesture.

"right."

neither of you say another word as he starts the engine and pulls out of the car park. you turn to look out the window, watching the world go by, the quiet rambling of the radio serving as white noise in the background. it's the early hours of the morning now, the sun would be up in a few hours and you'd have to go back to work already – price did say you could have the day off, but honestly the last thing you wanted was to sit around all day with nothing to do but overthink.

after nearly ten minutes of trying to ignore it, the worry playing at your mind becomes too much to keep to yourself.

"you know he hates me, right?" you utter, half expecting price to ignore your question all together.

he clicks his tongue. "he doesn't hate you," price replies, and his voice sounds reassuring but it doesn't bring you much comfort.

"okay, well, he doesn't like me either." you turn your head to look at him, raising your brows. rolling to a stop at a red light, he meets your eyes and huffs.

"alright, he can be difficult–"

"really?"

"–but i promise you, he doesn't hate you." he says. you give him a disbelieving look, and he sighs, looking back to the road as the light turns green. "give him a chance, alright?"

"is he gonna give me a chance?"

"he will." price says firmly, sparing you a look as he drives down the quiet road. "and if he doesn't, you'll knock some sense into him, eh?"

"sure…" you mutter, looking back out the window and falling back into silence. its only a few minutes until he's pulling over to the side of the road, outside the house number you know to be ghost's.

"sting," price calls out, stopping you as you reach for the door handle, "he'll come around, alright?"

"it's been a year, cap. i don't think he will." you reply, and before he can say anything else you open the door and step out into the night air, grabbing your bag from your feet before closing the door again. you give price a half-hearted wave as he pulls away again, before turning around and gazing up at your – temporary – new home.

it was nice, all things considered; a standard terrace on the end of the row, but the size has you wondering if there was even room for you to stay here. though it's not as if you have a choice. all the lights were off, which had you hopeful that you wouldn't run into ghost just yet.

you drag yourself to the front door, your eyes stinging from the effort of keeping them open, and twist the handle as quietly as possible, closing it behind you and cringing at the clunk it makes. thankfully ghost didn't hate you enough to lock you out for the night, something you actually wouldn't put past him considering how he feels about you.

there's a small side table in the entryway that catches your attention. on top of it sits your car keys – you make a mental note to thank soap in the morning – a new key, and a note. you pick up the paper, using the torch from your phone to examine the scratchy handwriting.

living room's yours. lock the door. – s

it's more than you expected from him. you sigh to yourself and pick up the other key, locking the door and shuffling into the small living room. the pull-out bed is made up for you, albeit quite messily, and you waste no time in dropping your stuff and laying your head down on the lumpy pillow.

with any luck, this arrangement wouldn't last long, but in the meantime you got the feeling you were in for a bumpy ride.

#ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #mw2 x reader #cod x reader #141 x reader #call of duty x reader #mw2 #cod mw2 #call of duty #simon ghost riley #mw2 ghost #roosterr writes #praying that hes not ooc

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allthingswhumpyandangsty · 1 month

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Whumpee being given an aphrodisiac at a party, Caretaker being a big ol' green flag and realizing something is wrong with their friend/partner, and rather than taking advantage of how hard Whumpee is coming onto them- bringing them home to sleep it off. Leaving Whumper at the party feeling stupid for thinking that they'd get ANYWHERE with that shit.

this is one of the superior tropes. ever.

but since I’m such a sucker for enemies to lovers trope (in case it’s not obvious enough from like 90% of my posts), I was thinking “but what if caretaker is whumpee’s enemy too?” — not the one who drugged whumpee, of course, but what if whumpee and caretaker are enemies, and caretaker notices something off with whumpee and knows immediately that they were drugged.

obviously, it’s not caretaker’s problem that the idiot got themself drugged. but I mean… if caretaker just walks away now, then anybody could do whatever they want to caretaker’s own nemesis.

and that’s caretaker’s nemesis. can caretaker really stand the idea of someone else touching and hurting what is theirs?

oh screw it! before caretaker knows what they’re doing, they already have whumpee — their own archenemy — tucked safely and nicely in their (caretaker’s) own bed.

@bebx wrote a fic with this prompt, with enemies to lovers x aphrodisiac and all that :) you can read it here!

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suzannahnatters · 1 month

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Some weirdly specific tropes that I absolutely adore but rarely see: Platonic Love Triangle Two attractive people will battle to the death over the right to be friends with you (I wrote this in A Day of Darkness and otherwise have only seen it in the kdrama Tale of the Nine-Tailed 1938)

The UnChosen One In the magical fantasy world, everyone has super awesome magical powers, except the protagonist (A Dream of Fire by JR Rasmussen did this SO WELL and it made me SO HAPPY; I also plan to do it myself in an upcoming project, A Lord of Thorns and Teeth)

Dying Baby King Terminally ill teen boy should be asking out his crush and having fun, not killing himself running a country (I wrote this in The Lady of Kingdoms with my squishy darling Baldwin IV, and I've only ever seen it done otherwise in the Trevor Nunn movie My Lady Jane)

Disabled Love Interest Put your romantic male lead in a wheelchair you cowards (Stella Dorthwany's Song and Flame and @rj-anderson's Knife have two of the best disabled love interests I've seen)

Sword in the Bed You've heard of Only One Bed but this is the superior medieval variant: before they bunk down together one of them draws a naked sword and lays it in the bed between them (IIRC, it happens in the Welsh Pwyll, Prince of Dyfed, and apart from that and some other medieval legends and fairytales, I've only seen it in an unfinished work by @rj-anderson auuuugh)

Fake Divorced Exactly what it says on the tin (I've never seen this? but DV I'll be writing it into the 5th Miss Dark book)

Bad Fictional Matriarchy What if the patriarchy was a fantasy matriarchy? It'd still be bad, obviously. I see this so rarely but it is always an opportunity for fantastic, layered social criticism (Greta Gerwig's Barbie movie did it well; I'm struggling to recall the one (1) other fantasy novel I read that did it!)

Sad Wet Puppy X Righteous Female Warrior ETL Enemies-to-lovers, but he's a skinny waterlogged little weirdo and she's the righteous paladin who is going to hound him to his destruction without mercy on the strength of her own heavenly wrath (it's the one thing in common between the kdrama Flower of Evil and the cdrama Till the End of the Moon and both of them sent me absolutely feral, plus I have an untitled project on the backburner that will give me the chance to do my own version of this...)

#weirdly specific tropes #tropes #these are a few of my favourite things #writing

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lanniisters · 2 months

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On Friends-To-Lovers:

I get so annoyed when people throw around the “healthy platonic relationships are so important” thing because YES THEY ARE but you don’t actually think that.

What you think is that, in this particular case, I want these two characters to stay platonic so that I can ship my ship and, simultaneously, feel morally superior. The reality is that there are multiple non-canon ships for whom this applies… but one of them happens to be queer.

Woah hold those trigger fingers!!

While this train of logic does apply to people calling queer coded relationships “besties” or, heaven forbid, “brothers”, it also applies to straight (or straight-presenting) relationships.

You do not need to write two characters as romantic interests (or *groan* enemies) for the story to be romantic. It is OKAY for those characters to form a deep, romantic and emotional bond after years of building trust and loyalty.

As a person who identifies as demisexual, I find the erasure of friends-to-lovers extremely harmful and inherently invalidating. Especially now that we are seeing screenwriters and authors being critical of the trope.

Please, sit me down and explain to me in excruciating details why these two characters - who have seen each other through their darkest periods, who have been each other’s personal cheerleaders, who have loved each other unconditionally - are not good as lovers?

“But can’t two characters just be friends anymore?!”

They certainly can and good for you for believing that characters should show genuine love for one another without having any romantic feelings. But that doesn’t mean the latter can’t exist.

Listen, I never go in expecting my ship to happen and I never expect everyone to agree with it but it drives me up the wall to be invalidated purely because friendship and romantic love can’t coexist in your world. If you want to believe that platonic soulmates should be a thing (AND THEY SHOULD), you also need to understand that you cannot use that term to invalidate another’s ship when the foundations of your own (usually rival) ship are the exact same as mine.

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icallhimjoey · 1 year

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To Have And To Scold

♥ ♥ Joseph Quinn x Fem!Reader

Summary: Your best friends are getting married, and who else can they ask to be their best man and maid of honour but you and Joe? It's just that... you don't really get along all that well, do you? At least, that's what you think.

CW / disclaimer: sort of enemies to sort of lovers (very vague, im sorry, but you'll see), language, drinking, rpf, fem!reader

Author’s note: I know this trope is overdone, but, I wanted to do it a little... idk, different, I suppose. I've never written Joe like this either, so we'll see how this is going to go. This is part one (of five, you know me) and I hope you enjoy!

Wordcount: 2.7K

part one - part two - part three - part four - part five - part six - part seven - part eight - part nine - part ten - epilogue

Oh no.

Joe was going to royally fuck everything up. There was no question about it. You were one hundred per cent absolutely convinced that Joe was going to do a bad job. So, so bad. The flat out worst, actually.

Joe hadn’t the faintest idea of where to begin, of how to go about it, of what it all entailed.

It made you feel a little superior, which was nice. This felt like a competition you were going to win, even though you understood none of this was meant to be competitive. In fact, it would actually be considered to be bad taste and maybe a little tacky to even pretend like it was a fight for you to win, but you couldn’t help it.

“Are you sure, Poppy... I don’t want to, like, but... are you sure? Joe?”

Poppy laughed, said, “He’ll do fine,” and Mark followed up by slapping a firm palm to his shoulder, saying, “He’ll figure it out, just like you will,”

“Oh no need to worry about me, I got this,” and you couldn’t help but look at Joe, sharp and focussed. Almost challenging, in a way, but you meant it jokingly. Hoped that maybe Joe would soften a little because he never really seemed to let his guard down. Not around you, anyway.

But Joe just shrugged, kept his face entirely neutral, and your jokes fell flat which immediately made everyone feel awkwardly tense.

It wasn’t a huge secret that you and Joe didn’t really get along all that great, but Jesus, could this man be any stiffer in this moment of joy? This evening of good news and important questions and celebrations? The inner peacekeeper within you couldn’t stand it. You just wanted everyone to get along and be on the same page, but the distance Joe somehow seemed to really force in between you kind of ruined all of that every single time that you’d all hang out together.

When you’d be in larger companies, it’d be easy. You could stay at opposite ends of the room and sort of ignore each other. You’d say hi, you’d be cordial and polite, but you just... weren’t each other’s people. Which made no sense. Mark was your best friend and his fiancé Poppy had naturally become such a good friend of yours too, so why was her best friend this... big old awkward weirdo?

What a stupid way to end the evening, and one that started so blissfully pleasant. When you’d walked into Mark and Poppy’s place around dinner time, you could’ve never predicted the outcome of it all. Though, in hindsight, you didn’t know why you hadn’t expected it, because it made total sense. It really did. Mark and Poppy were going to tell their families about this, and you knew they wouldn’t ask any questions because, this obviously was inevitably going to be the way it was going to go.

“Won’t Poppy be joining us?” you let your coat slide from your shoulders before you hung it over the back of a dining chair as you looked around the place. The table was set for two, not three.

“Pop’s taken Joe out for a meal,” Mark said from the kitchen, and you felt a little guilty at the little marble of relief that reared its little head up. You loved Poppy, honestly you did. She was the perfect girl for Mark, they were the perfect couple. Two peas in a pod. Fucking gorgeous and so, so sweet... but you were too alike in all the wrong ways. Both unbelievably stubborn and potentially hot-headed in the wrong moments, so sometimes you’d butt heads with each other. You held strong opinions and there would be times where you’d find yourselves at the exact opposite ends of a spectrum, willing to die in the battle of trying to convince the other that you had it at the right end.

There had been many nights where you would practically be screaming over the kitchen table about something so fantastically meaningless with Mark in between you, silently eating his meal, not even really paying attention to what either of you were going on about.

Mark sort of loved it. Loved you. But really loved Poppy. Said he found the version of you that wanted to sleep with him which he claimed was all he’d ever wanted. That always made you cringe; made you tell him to fuck off and stop pretending that you weren’t practically siblings at this point.

Having dinner with just Mark at their place wasn’t what you’d expected when Mark had invited you ‘round, but it was so welcome.

Whenever it was you and Mark by yourselves, you’d start the evening like the adults you were, would complain about work, talk about all sorts of civilized things, have a glass or sensible slightly more expensive wine, and ask how each other’s parents were doing.

But by the end of the night, you’d feel like you were 17 at a house party where the one 18-year-old brought a bunch of shitty piss-coloured liquor, room temp cider in plastic 2 litre bottles and blue WKD that would leave everyone’s mouth stained. There’d be an urge to fucking trash the place like the place didn’t actually belong to either one of you, and you’d rummage through kitchen cabinets to make stupid meals at midnight after whatever vegan bullshit Mark cooked up for dinner that hadn’t filled you properly. Suddenly, Mark would forget he hadn’t eaten meat in years and go for a kebab with you.

You loved those nights.

Poppy hated those nights, because that was the Mark she didn’t know or understand. She’d find you both drunk of your tits, flinging Wii remotes dangerously close to expensive furniture pieces (where the fuck did you even find a Wii, Mark?!) grunting like you were the Williams sisters playing Wembley.

Whenever Poppy would try to tell Mark off for sort of letting go for a hot second, Mark would throw it right back in her face and go, “Pop, go have your fancy martinis with Joe – go eat a million oysters with him, us peasants here will be fine with our grey meats and questionable white sauce,” and you’d go, “Ew, shut up,” and apologise to Poppy through a mouthful of cheap fast food, and Mark would be giggling like a little school girl.

Poppy didn’t like that version of Mark, but that was the Mark that you loved and even though you knew this evening was just meant to be a quick catch-up on a work-night, you hoped you’d get to see at least a little of your Mark.

"She's taken him to Bob Bob Ricard to ask him an important question," Mark said as he set down filled plates full of beautiful colourful vegetables that honestly smelled amazing.

"I thought you guys were already engaged? You know, to each other?" you joked and made Mark snort.

"It's got to do with that though,"

"Oh no, is this, are you going to become a throuple? God," you slumped your shoulders. "I should've totally seen this coming," and before you could carry on Mark punched you in the arm with far too much force.

"No, you dick, she's asking him to be her maid of honour... sort of, but like, man of honour, I guess,"

"Oh my God," you pouted because honestly, that was kind of adorable. "Will he be, like, her little pageboy?"

You envisioned Joe in tails walking behind Poppy down the isle, holding the train of her dress or whatever pageboys actually did at weddings.

"Little more sophisticated than that, I think," Mark said before raising his full wine glass, prompting you to raise yours too.

"And you're here because I have a question for you too,"

Your eyes grew as you bit your lips slowly into your mouth when you realised where this was going.

"Oh... oh fuck, Mark, wait, this is a big deal," you put your glass down and jokingly fanned your face with your hands.

"Yes. Now, shut the fuck up and let me actually ask it,"

"No, what about your brother?" you interjected.

"My brother's a lazy sod who is not to be trusted,"

"He's going to murder me,"

"He won't," Mark grew more and more annoyed as you stalled him.

"He absolutely will,"

"Would you just..." Mark sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose as he squeezed his eyes shut. "Let me please just fucking ask the question, all right? Jesus,"

You shuffled in your seat and sat up, batted your eyelashes and pursed your lips into a smile because this really was a big moment.

"Will you," Mark started, and then paused for a second before he finished, "be my best man - woman... person?"

"Oh my God. Yes."

You cheersed and just, couldn't stop cackling for a moment. What a bizarre moment in your friendship, it was all kinds of fantastic and lovely and so weird. You loved it.

You questioned what it even really meant to be someone's best man, and over dinner you both googled all the things that best men usually did. For the groom, but also, for the whole wedding. You were to give a speech, would look after the wedding rings, would have to make sure all the groomsmen - and obviously the groom himself - were all dressed and ready in time for the actual ceremony and, last but not least... the stag do.

You were so up for the job.

Deep diving into this project was the perfect distraction from the mundane boring structured routine your life had fallen into.

Halfway through dinner Mark received a text from Poppy, saying that Joe had said yes. She sent a picture of Joe with a cute pursed smile and crinkly eyes, holding up a beautiful blush pink card that read the question, "Will you be my Honour Attendant?" in one hand, and a flute of bubbly champagne in the other.

"Oh," you frowned at your friend. "Why didn't I get a fancy card? Or a fancy dinner?"

Mark put his phone down and and shrugged, just said, "That's not our style," and dismissed you completely.

It was the beginning of what started with you dramatically exclaiming, "Do I not deserve a little luxury?" and ended with you doing tequila shots by the sink in the kitchen.

Yea, Mark was right. This was more your style.

It was just after 10 when the front door opened and Poppy walked in, closely followed by Joe.

A small moment of heys and hellos, followed, and then welcome-home kisses from Mark and Poppy, and slightly awkward eye-contact between you and Joe.

Joe looked sort of stupidly well put together. All polished. He looked wildly overdressed next to you, and it made you feel like a slob. And you knew you were older, not by much, but you were definitely older than Joe was, which really should mean something, but Joe was taller, and definitely richer, and... all of it made you feel like a child.

"You're gonna be Mark's maid of honour?" Poppy squealed, all excited, practically bouncing on her feet after she'd hugged you.

"Nope," you smiled widely, "You're looking at Mark's best man,"

Poppy grinned and shot eyes towards Joe.

"See? I told you. You kind of have to go by Maid of Honour," and Joe laughed before scrunching up his nose in defeated, going, "Yea, well..." and you saw Joe look at his best friend and just turn so incredibly soft for her. Like she was the only good thing in his life, like he truly, really truly, loved her with all his might.

It was almost disgustingly sweet, and you wondered if there was ever going to be a line Joe could cross with Mark.

You could easily cross the line with Poppy. You would never forget the look in her eye when you'd fallen asleep on Mark and he'd just hugged you for a little bit. It was the hard way to learn that Poppy was a normal person with normal boundaries and you totally understood. Of course. You wouldn't want anyone just falling asleep on your boyfriend - not that you had one - either.

But when it came to Mark, he was just very.... whatever, about Joe.

You were so sure that, if Poppy were to fall asleep in Joe's arms, and Joe would cuddle her for a second, Mark would just be like, "Are you having a good nap, babe?"

Sometimes Joe would invite Poppy to go to insane award shows over seas and Mark wouldn't even care that they'd share a hotel room.

Mark was made of trust. It was a little wild, you thought. Especially when, look! Look at those eyes! Look at what Joe's eyes were doing! He was literally turning into a puddle in front of everyone as he looked at his best friend.

"Fine, I guess," Joe comically rolled his eyes at his new title. Maid of Honour Joe Quinn, who hadn't yet taken his coat off which was weird because you were all stood around the kitchen island and he was still in his coat. What a way to keep the yea-I-don't-want-to-be-here vibes alive. Felt real great, this.

The defeated acceptance of Joe to whatever was happening made you jokingly ask Poppy if she was sure having Joe as her maid of honour was the best idea.

The joke had fallen flat, but Poppy erased it immediately by clapping her hands together right in front of her face, all erratic and excited, her grin quite literally splitting her whole face open.

"Oh my God, it's gonna be so fun," Poppy predicted as she shook tensed fists in celebration and you couldn't help but smile at her.

"It's brilliant actually, you won't need to worry about the stag do at all, I'm sorry, but Mark, I won't be taking you to a strip club,"

Joe scoffed loudly, which... rubbed you a little wrong. Mark however, was about to argue you on it.

"I will, however" you quickly added as you laid a hand on Mark's shoulder, "get you so unbelievably wankered, you won't even fucking remember if we went to one in the first place," and that got him laughing loudly, head thrown back, showing off all his molars.

"Oh no, you're going to be bad at this," Mark then winced and made you gasp.

"No I won't be!"

"Maybe," Poppy started, then looked at Joe, "you could get together and help each other out?"

And Joe's eyes shot to you, and you saw every fiber in his being hesitate and think of a way to polite tell you no, that's all right actually.

"Listen," you started, and hoped to keep the atmosphere light and jokey, like it had been, even though neither you or Joe had joked or laughed together at all. You never did.

"I don't need Joe to keep me from losing the wedding rings," you helped Joe out. "I think we'll do just fine on our own – you wouldn't have asked us if you thought we were going to be shit at our jobs,"

Ever the mediator, you.

"Oh fuck," Mark squeezed his eyes shut, and tipped his head back a little.

"You just jinxed it!" Poppy said with huge eyes, but a secret smile playing underneath.

"What?"

"You're going to lose the wedding rings," Joe said.

"No I won't–"

"She's going to lose the wedding rings," Mark said to Poppy.

"If you fucking lose our wedding rings," Poppy spoke through her teeth with a threatening finger pointed at you, but couldn't keep her giggles in.

"Stop it, I'm not! I'm not going to lose your wedding rings!"

You wouldn't. Because you were going to beat Joe at this. You were going to do a better job, have more fun doing it and, you just decided, look better doing it too. And Joe was really fucking good looking, so that was really saying something.

And you wouldn't lose the wedding rings.

You wouldn't.

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phntxm · 4 months

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love tropes ideas I have in mind (1/2)

Forbidden love with Shigaraki Tomura (& friends to lovers) (gremlin era)

Prohero!y/n who is in love with their childhood best friend, Shimura Tenko. y/n was assigned to work as a spy, become traitor at LOV, and found out that Shigaraki Tomura, the villainous boss, was a childhood friend. Though the feelings never fade away, how can I decide between justice and love when justice must always win out, am I right? although it seems like he's not Shimura Tenko, the on I'm in love with.

Secret identity with Shigaraki Tomura/Shimura Tenko (& enemies to lovers?) (college au)

Colleague!Tomura/Tenko, who likes to be in his own world in class and acts as though he hates everyone, even you. Then, one day, he finds out that his best friend, a gamer who he loves to gab to about his life, is actually his colleague. Maybe he'll give a chance to start making friends in real life, who knows?

Wedding fever with Todoroki Touya/Dabi (fake relationship & runaway brides/ I got inspiration from @theartofsimpatry corpse bride au!)

Bride!y/n and Groom!Touya wasn't fond with the fiance that their parents suggested. Touya don't wanna marry someone for their quirk just like his dad. He met y/n and they both agree to fake their relationship and since he's son of a great hero, who would deny it? The only problem at hand is that it looks like this fraud is true now...

(in gothic setting!!) Bride!y/n don't want to get arranged marriage. she running away from the chaotic wedding ceremony to old abandoned castle which have a legend of the living corpse who'd curses and tortures anyone who get into his castle by burning them, but some say that if he likes them he can fulfill their one desire, yet there comes with a price to pay...

Blackmail with Todoroki Touya (Narcissistic/Nepo Baby/Bully!Touya) (& force relationship/ inspiration from webtoon 'Girl Under Trial')

Colleague!Touya always like to bragging about his superior quirk and his dad. He's full of himself that he has bad reputation and a lot of enemies, yet no one can defeat him. Then it all ends for this man when I find out about his secret. So I decided to make him to be my boyfriend, but how long this secret will be useful?

I have more detailed for some of them I could write it as headcanons but let me know if anyone wants me to write or you can send through the trope you like and we sharing idea about it!

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onyourhyuck · 2 years

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Bully. | L.DH (M)

prologue- “Why are you always violating me?” + “Because i love you, duh. Isn’t that obvious?”

tw- frenemies to lovers trope. y/n and haechan went to middle school and high school together. haechan loves y/n but shows it through teasing. confession. Wholesomeness tho, very wholesome.

notes- enjoy girlies and boyssss .

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Lee Donghyuck has a certain talent to get under your skin all. the. fucking. time.

you aren’t sure how he manages that. One day you guys will be completely normal, talking one on one or talking in your friends in the friendship group like normal people who are friends. The next minute he turns into your worst enemy who’s bullying you without needing to be provoked to do so. It’s like a sudden switch or a routine to him that in his brain remembers that he didn’t do his daily dose of annoying you till you’re cussing him to dissipate out of this planet we call earth.

But despite these arguments you do have with Donghyuck, you two are the most close friends with a deeper bond that no one can put a name on.

Y/n and Donghyuck went through middle school together, where you met the silly tan boy running around with his hyperactive personality (you secretly adore), back then in those days you guys were like twins; crying for each other when apart from one another. Desperately begging to see each other when you would have different activities in class or when the middle school teacher pairs you up with other people that aren’t you. It’s embarrassing to think you had this attachment to him at one point in your life.

But little did you know Donghyuck is exactly the same. He might not show how much he cares for you, in fact he does show it, just in a complete different way that you can’t comprehend.

The things that constantly piss you off such as; throwing water balloons at you one early morning on your way to school, wetting your uniform. Or giving you a water bottle but little did you know the moment you drank it he placed wasabi sauce in it. Oh and you simply cannot forget this moment at Mark’s frat birthday party you were snogging off jaehyun but Haechan just had to spill his drink on your lap wetting your favourite dress, claiming it to be an ‘accident.’

You just can’t seem to move on from his childish pranks and it’s always you he does them to. It’s not mark or Renjun. It’s never been Chenle or Jisung. Hell Donghyuck wouldn’t dare pull such things at Jeno, he knows the consequences he will get if he did cross the intimidating boy. So why is it you?

You stand half annoyed watching your friends play in the basketball court, dribbling the ball in between your palms like a rollercoaster going back and forth— you hunch down. Your eyes glued on the tan boy who’s blocking your way, following or studying each and every movement you do.

Haechan has this playful smug that almost screams to you that he’s looking down at you. You’re much shorter than him and he clearly thinks he’s better than you. It pisses you off, to seem weak and less superior than him. The boy already has enough ego let alone his attractiveness equals more annoyance. You hate how you can’t seem to look away from him or stop your heart beating at everything he does.

You hear him say, interrogating you with pressure. “Come on short-legs, is that all you got to show. You were talking all big game earlier at me.” Y/n scowls with a glare.

“Don’t call me shortlegs , donghyuck.” You sternly told. He chuckles smirking. “I will stop when you stop calling me donghyuck.”

He replies. Even though he gets under your skin the most, you do have your moments where you do the same to him. Donghyuck equally hates you sometimes, but he hates you for a lot of different reasons you’re oblivious about.

For example, he hates how effortlessly pretty you look. He used to like so many different girls in his lifetime so different to you, but now that he’s grew closer and closer to you, he cannot look at other girls without seeing you or comparing them to you. He’s just so infatuated by you, it’s crazy, it’s like he’s sick. But you’re the illness that’s infected him . Haechan couldn’t move on from those feelings because it’s been a while now he’s came to terms that he likes you.

Likes you romantically. More than friends. More than enemies.

You quickly pace to the left then turning to the right running to the hoop behind where you jump throwing the ball. Haechan let’s you score but he found another way to catch you off guard, by pulling in your hips making you not get a high enough jump so the throw with your basketball comes on terms dodgy— where it hits the edge of the hoop unable to score the point.

You push back donghyuck’s hands with a groan. “You asshole you cheated.” Y/n shouts.

“I mean we didn’t have rules established soooo, you lose i win. You can suck it or leave it.”

He didn’t say anything else but smile seeing your angry reaction. That’s another weird thing he’s found out about loving you. He loves your reactions.

Especially those angry explosive ones where you scold him or cuss him out like he’s the only thing you hate in this universe.

“Why are you always violating me?” You ask this time less angry, more upset, perhaps a little sensitive as your voice came out croaked and tired. You’re tired of being made fun of. This relationship truly drains you.

It upsets you because it makes you lose your sense of right and wrong. You’re not sure if you hate him or you care for him because you feel both at the same time. The boy heard this and he swore his heart stops with a large crack opening it. He didn’t know what it was but he fell his whole smile drop and his eyes go serious mode.

He reaches for your hands but you push him away, sighing, sighing with real sadness.

Haechan wasn’t sure how to respond but instead he tries to light the mood up. With playful act. Maybe that will make you forget how he’s pushed you over the edge.

“Because i love you, duh. Isn’t that obvious?”

You scowl at those words leaving the beautiful boy’s lips. You bite your bottom lip shaking your head, muffling voice. “No it’s not obvious. You’re such a bully it fucking hurts me.”

Bully? The boy didn’t realise you held him at a label such as that. He was expecting perhaps a friend, best friend, hell he would accept even an acquaintance over a bully title for him. And you said it hurts, that’s the least thing he’s ever wanted to do to you. Sure, he can finally understand why you say he hurt you. The wasabi water bottle prank wasn’t the most friendly out of every pranks he’s pulled— he himself felt quite bad when he watched you choke on your water and spit it back out, but he swears he’s been nice to you after he did that!— For the rest of the day anyways. He might even accept that he’s annoying, insufferable and that you don’t want him to do anymore heinous acts of hate crime to her.

Sure he can accept that. But what he can’t accept is the fact that you view him as a bully in your eyes and he won’t ever agree on never seeing you. He swears if you told him you don’t want him in your life he will pull the ‘Huh sorry I have amnesia Y/n, where were we again?’ Or ‘uno reverse that is an impossible task.’ Because what is he without you in your life? It would be so freaking boring. Donghyuck might even become Lee Jeno 2.0, become a boring sad man with a personality of a 50 year old who’s divorced like twice already.

“Y/n I’m not a bully.” Haechan said back softly. Y/n kept her gaze on the ground fiddling with her fingers, squinting her wet teary eyes threatening to fall down those beautiful reddish cheeks. You lift your head up now watching him, jabbing your voice like it was a gun shooting the boy’s heart. “You are. All you do is make my life go upside down and terrible.”

“I think you enjoy making me upset, Lee Donghyuck. I mean all you do is laugh at me. I don’t think I’ve ever heard good things come out of your mouth about me. You constantly get on my nerves, I swear my blood pressure is always high when you’re around. I don’t see you doing those things to Mark or anyone else at college. You fucking irritate me you’re like a bug i cannot get rid of. “ you stop taking a big inhale of oxygen as you realise your emotions got the better of you once again. You told yourself today you wouldn’t get mad, you hoped today was your relaxing calm day where you didn’t have to be upset. But haechan just had to ruin it for you. You felt your body boil the more you spoke for you angry.

The boy stood stunned for a while watching you almost rap all your words at once so quickly, he didn’t know how you became faster than Eminem, but you did— all because of his terrible actions that he thought was showing how much he loves you.

You heard nothing come out of the quiet boy so you felt there was no need for you to stay with him or to play anymore basketball; I mean you don’t think there was anymore patience or strength in you to tolerate Haechan.

You turn your back around walking away but then a sudden grip on your wrist held your back. Haechan with his head hung low in deep thoughts recollecting words to find, you turn around with a tug. You opened your mouth but Haechan was quicker than you, where he finally cracks open.

When he realised you were leaving without a word he assumed you were leaving him forever and he didn’t want that. He doesn’t want to lose you. Without you in his world was it really a place he can call world? Donghyuck can’t have you leaving him. He might of not appreciated it enough, your tolerance of him in total— he’s aware how much of a pain he can be. A big hassle. He knows. But he never thanked you enough. As his longest friend he has, he’s never been honest with you about his true feelings.

“Y/n I’m sorry.” He quickly spat. “I didn’t mean to make you feel that way. I really didn’t think i upset you so much and I’m sorry for all these years of torture.”

He lets out as he pulls you into a warm hug that catches you off guard. He’s never hugged you, at least not ever since middle school. There would be a weird sensation of home. A cozy warm feeling wrapping round your little hearts like a blanket. Little did you know it was your feelings celebrating at a hug. Donghyuck tightens his arms around your little short body, his hands behind your head where he strokes it lovingly and very gently.

He’s being gentle, you thought. Haechan’s never been this soft and careful with you, or physical. It left you thinking that maybe, he was terrified of losing you.

And he really was. “I really do love you. I mean it when i said it. I did those things thinking it would put my feelings out there for you. You said I don’t do those things to anyone else, why do you think that is?”

“It’s because I love you. I don’t want to lose you and i might of taken your patience with me for granted without truly showing you how I feel. I should’ve been kinder to you. I’m an idiot y/n, I never meant to hurt you…”

“I’m so sorry. Please let me make it up for you I-“ you pull your face upwards with tip toes, soon your lips end up on his cheeks, mid stopping him through his long dramatic sentence. Those bundle of words might of changed your relationship forever, but in the best way possible. You felt happy and relieved, but at the same time the old time sake resentment you held on the boy for years has vanished. Sure, he’s still going to be annoying, but he for sure won’t be playing pranks on you anymore.

With a cheek kiss left your lip tint planting on his tan skin. His eyes tremble watching you move away and smile ear to ear, happily, you were smiling at him for once.. not a scowl, frown or a grim apathetic expression at him; but a real genuine smile of joy.

He’s achieved such a high blessing quality sight up close too. Hyuck swore he fell six feet under and possibly more just standing there like a fool who’s never been kissed by a girl before.

By a girl he loves at least.

“Donghyuck. Thank you for apologising. Uhm. You…love me did you say?”

He blinks nodding slowly, stuttering with his teeth clattering in nervousness. Holy shit you got this boy wrapped round your finger like he was a pretty lace ribbon. “Y..yeah.”

You heard him respond. You smirk backing away from the hug that the two were still in previously.

“I can’t say i forgive you easily, but, I can make an adjustment for you.”

His eyes sparkle watching you as he tilts his head softly. It’s crazy how he went from a big ole’ teasing guy and now he’s this nervous soft timid guy completely stunned by you and only you. Many people know nothing scares the infamous Lee Donghyuck, the boy lives without fear, he’s practically this untameable class clown at the same time an intimidating guy at college.

But here he is scared shitless in front of a mere girl who he is whipped for like spreading wildfire.

“Adjustment..?” He replies softly as he plays with the hem of his fingertips.

You nod softly.

“Take me out on a date, Donghyuck.”

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mariailoveyou-guerin · 19 days

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8m to polin season polin show trailer and I’m at work what am I gonna do when I wanna scream? scream at the damn office? I’m gonna lose it actually y’all help me

Okay I’m ready 12m to late let’s go! let’s go polin series

OMG!! Eloise stay being the horrible friend she has always been! Penelope always deserved better friendship! And Benedict is so right! OMG polin best season of the show ever it’s never getting topped either! did y’all see that palpable chemistry of POLIN!

Violet saying that it’s rare when Colin asked about believing in friendship being the foundation for love meaning friendship to love is rarest form of love oh even their love is iconic just like them as it should be polin you will always be the best most legendary ship!

‪Not me waiting for the trailer but it was just them talking so closely on the live just for me to have missed it 16m ago thankfully I got to watch it now back to work! gotta freak out later but I can’t hold it inn any longer also its fcvk Eloise always‬ trash friend from day1

Show Eloise 4th worst character in whole show and 3rd worst bridgerton sibling book Eloise would never!

my heart is so full with the Polin series I love enemies to lovers that’s always been my fav trope since delena klamille spuffy ect but ever since jjpope polin they have made me realize nothing beats friends to lovers trope it will always be the superior trope in the end bc it’s build on mutual respect admiration pinning over time its just top tier trope you can’t beat a love like that it’s BASED!

Why Colin doing the JJ looking at pope lips 👄 I knew I always had the best ships when they stare at their love lips jjpope polin you will always be the best netflix ship!

‪you really canf beat that! Netflix said our best ships will always have a scene like this! The only funny part is that Pope is the one that’s oblivious like Colin but JJ is Pen whos loved pinned for Colin/Pope since they were kids oh polin jjpope never beating the best Netflix ship‬

#bridgerton #polin #colin bridgerton #penelope featherington #anthony bridgerton #kate sharma #edwina sharma #kate bridgerton #benedict bridgerton #eloise bridgerton #kanthony #delena #spuffy #jjpope #klamille

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morallygreyyn · 2 years

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does your heart still remember my name? (bakugou x reader)

description: you and bakugou went way back. having known each other since birth because your mothers were best friends, it was natural for you to do every thing together. you weren’t really sure what made you hate him along the way. you weren’t even sure if hate was the right word. what you did know was that bakugou hated you with every fibre of his being, or so you thought...

(characters aged up to 18 and are in their last year of high school/ua)

authors note: ok so i’m just a sucker for childhood besties, to strangers/enemies, to lovers while the character is secretly in love with the reader soooo here’s my first contribution to my favourite trope! i’ll probably write loads more of these lmaooo

warnings: swearing (bakugou duh), angst but fluff at the end

word count: 4.1k

requests are open!

You really couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment you started to hate Bakugou Katsuki. All you knew is that whenever you passed him by or even looked in his general direction, your blood would start to boil. You supposed it had something to do with his ego that only inflated over the years, his superiority complex getting the better of him and his attitude.

Looking back on it now, you figured that had been the catalyst for your inevitable drift from the overconfident boy.

You used to be best friends. Your mothers were best friends and being next door neighbours, Katsuki was your first ever friend. The two of you were inseparable, often attached at the hip. You did absolutely everything together.

When your Quirks developed, you both were ecstatic and playfully developed fighting styles for your little duo.

That was around the time Katsuki developed a superiority complex, though you didn’t realise it at the time. He was your best friend and had a strong Quirk so of course he was awesome!

Katsuki and you were an unstoppable force, you were even going to be the top two Pro Heroes. Your best friend never thought of you as weak, if he was strong then so were you. Simple as.

Your friendship lasted right up until middle school. You couldn’t really remember what was the cause of your separation, you could only remember the slow drift apart. Spending less time at each other's houses, hanging out less, speaking less until it developed to nothing at all. The separation was like heartbreak, you had lost many hours crying over it. It was as if you had lost your other half. You even tried to ask Katsuki what had went wrong but was only more hurt when he brushed you off. That hurt turned to anger over time and by the end of middle school, you had convinced yourself that you no longer cared about the boy next door.

You made every effort to ignore his existence, and your hard work paid off. You made new friends when you both started at U.A. and your life was seemingly on the up. Still, you followed your childhood dream, determined to make it to the top.

You were now in your last year of high school, the time you spent with Katsuki was nothing but distant memories now.

It used to be awkward at the start when you both had to walk home in the same direction. You had almost ran home to avoid any contact with your ex best friend.

As the years passed, the less of a fuck you gave. You walked home at your own steady pace, seemingly having a faster stride than Katsuki as he always arrived home after you.

It was no different today. School ended and with a swift goodbye to your friends, you began to make your way back home. You knew Katsuki was behind you, trudging along that familiar route. You didn’t pay him any mind, you were far too used to this by now.

It wasn’t that long of a walk and before you knew it, you were already home.

“I’m home!” You called out, hearing a greeting from your mother who was somewhere in the house. You took off your shoes and made your way upstairs, throwing your bag onto your bed once you reached your room.

“Oh, y/n?” Your mum called from the bottom of the stairs.

“Yeah?”

“The Bakugous have invited us for dinner at theirs tonight!” She sounded happy. With you and Katsuki falling out many years ago, your mum wasn’t able to see her best friend as much.

“Oh that’s nice.” You feigned enthusiasm for the sake of your parent, knowing she was very excited about this.

“Get ready then! We’ll be leaving in half an hour!”

As much as you wanted to avoid this dinner, you had to admit that you did miss Katsuki’s parents. They had become a second family to you and you had always looked up to them as a child. Deciding to dress nice to meet them again, you pulled on your best outfit. Not too casual, not too formal. Just right for an evening with your family and his.

“You look lovely.” Your mother commented as you made your way down the stairs. You had to admit, you did put a bit of effort into your appearance.

As the Bakugous lived right next door, you didn’t have to walk far before your mother was knocking on their door.

“Hello!” Mitsuki greeted cheerfully, welcoming her old friend into her house. “And y/n! Look at how much you’ve grown!”

“Hello Mitsuki.” You gave her your brightest smile, using her first name like she had insisted you do when you were younger.

Ushering you both inside, Mitsuki was all smiles and compliments for the two of you. “Come into the living room! We need to catch up.”

You followed the mothers into the living room, learning that Katsuki’s father was working late tonight so wouldn’t be here for dinner. This house was as familiar to you as your own. The smell, the pictures on the wall, the furniture all bringing back memories of when you used to practically live here. You caught yourself smiling fondly and quickly stopped, not wanting to get too attached to being back here again. Losing it once was painful enough.

Mitsuki and your mother sat down on the couch, already engrossed in conversation. However the blonde woman looked at you and smiled. “Katsuki is in the kitchen.”

“O-oh.” You cleared your throat, sounding horrifically awkward. “Right, thanks.”

You couldn’t really ignore what she said as you didn’t want to appear rude. Steeling yourself, you slowly made your way to their kitchen.

Your ex best friend was by the kitchen counter, cutting vegetables with incredible skill and precision. His back stiffened when you walked in, hyper aware of your presence. Katsuki turned slowly, allowing you to get a full view of his appearance. He hadn’t seemed to put much effort into what he was wearing, a simple black tee and jeans being his outfit of choice tonight. You also noted the way his cheeks flushed as he looked at you, presumably with anger at you being in his house and being forced to sit through this dinner.

“Hello.” You greeted, trying to be civil however when he only responded with a nod and turned back around, you had to clench your teeth to stop a profanity from slipping past. Deciding that that was as far as you were willing to go with conversation, you sat down at the table, pulling out your phone to distract yourself.

Time ticked by awfully slowly as you sat there, your phone not providing much entertainment. Your friends' responses to your messages were few and far between, each of them spending time with their own families.

You were extremely thankful when your parents decided to bring their conversation into the kitchen. Dinner was almost ready it seemed, as Mitsuki quickly checked something in the oven. She thanked her son for the work he did and he sat at the table, taking the chair opposite yours.

When dinner was served, your parents made most of the conversation which you were relieved by. Mitsuki asked you questions about school, your personal life, your Quirk development and if you still wanted to become a Pro Hero. You grinned as you spoke with her, telling her all about your dreams and aspirations. Your mother had asked similar questions to Katsuki and you had to smother a laugh when he attempted a ‘polite’ tone when he answered her.

“So y/n, are you dating anyone?” Mitsuki smirked, risking a sidelong glance to her son who had gone extremely still.

Shocked at the question, you took a moment to respond. “Uh, no. I’m not seeing anyone.”

“No one at school interests you?”

You laughed at her playful tone. “No one has shown any interest in me so I don’t really pay attention. I’m too focused on school anyway.”

Mitsuki nodded, approving of your ambition. “You’re gonna go far in life.”

“I hope so.”

Conversation continued after dinner had ended, your mothers discussing that they both needed more time. You weren’t really paying attention to their conversation until they both stood up.

“We’re going out for drinks.” Mitsuki announced and horror shot through you. Were you really expected to stay here with him alone? No, you calmed yourself down, you had left your keys by the front door so you could just go home after they had gone.

“Y/n, stay here and help clean, would you?”

“Oh no, you don’t need to clean up our mess!” Mitsuki assured you, though it was futile as you knew you would anyway as a thanks for the meal. “Please make yourself at home! We’ll be back in a couple of hours!”

They both disappeared down the hall, grabbing their coats.

“Katsuki, clean up.” Mitsuki shouted from the front door.

“HUH?” He shouted back but the parents had already left and you were suddenly plunged into a very awkward situation.

Sighing, you began gathering plates, not looking at the boy opposite you. You just had to do this and then you would go home.

You were halfway to the sink when warm, sweaty hands stopped yours, removing the plates from your grip.

“I got it.” Katsuki grumbled quietly, turning on the tap.

“I’ll dry then.” You couldn’t just sit there and watch. Grabbing a towel from the rack, he washed and you dried the dishes in silence. You didn’t try to make conversation, and you didn’t want to. He made no effort either, scrubbing the plates with more force than necessary.

You made quick work of it and thankfully it didn’t take long before you were heading to the front door. When you got there however, the keys to your house were nowhere to be seen.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” You swore under your breath, cursing your mother for taking them. You were stuck here until whenever they decided to return.

You could feel Katsuki’s eyes on you from the kitchen doorway, watching this tragedy unfold.

“Well, you’re stuck with me.” You mumbled to him, not knowing what to do now. You awkwardly shifted on your feet, looking anywhere but your ex best friend. Settling on an idea, you put your shoes down and headed upstairs for the bathroom, knowing your way around the house like the back of your hand. Any excuse to get away from the awkward situation you would take happily.

You didn’t mean to but when you saw that Katsuki’s bedroom door was open, you stopped to look. You used to spend so much time here you used to call it your second bedroom. Not much had changed aside from the removal of childish things. The simple layout was still exactly the same.

Something sitting on his bedside table caught your eye. Quietly, you approached, cursing your curiosity. However, what you saw made your heart stop. It was a picture frame containing two images from when you were kids. The one on the left caught your attention first as you picked it up. You both were grinning, arms wrapped around each other as you both made peace signs towards the camera. That was the day of the town’s annual sports festival. Both you and Katsuki had teamed up for the mixed relay race and had crushed your opponents with ease. You could remember hearing him cheer you on once he handed the baton to you, he made sure to be the loudest one there as you raced towards the finish line. You could still see him approach you as you caught your breath, wearing the biggest and brightest smile.

“We’re the best!” Katsuki shouted, high fiving and hugging you in celebratory glee. “No one can stop us!”

Those words echoed in your mind and you lightly stroked the first picture. You looked at the plastic gold medals dangling from both of your necks, feeling a wave of sad nostalgia wash over you.

Then your eyes wandered to the second picture. It was taken the day you had both started middle school. You had your arms thrown over his shoulders, smiling as you kissed his cheek. Katsuki, who looked incredibly bashful, had his arms folded across his chest, eyes softer than you had ever seen them before. This was the day you promised each other you were gonna take the world by storm by becoming the top pro heroes. You had laughed when Katsuki said, oh so generously, that you could have the second spot. Back then the second spot was just right for you, as you could keep Katsuki by your side and fight away other competitors who would try and take your spots. There used to be no doubt in your mind that those spots were yours, and that you and Katsuki would be together for your whole lives.

You were just a kid then, what did you know? How were you supposed to know that Katsuki and you would become strangers a few years later, and that love you had for him would turn to anger.

You didn’t notice when your vision started to blur, tears splashing against the glass of the picture frame.

“Oi, what are you doing in here?” The angry voice behind you made you jump, and you whipped around to see the fully grown Katsuki leaning against the doorway. His furious expression drastically changed when he saw what was in your hands and that you were crying.

Hastily putting the frame back where you had found it, you darted to the door wiping your cheeks as you went.

“Sorry.” You mumbled as you brushed past him, wanting to hide in the comfort of your own home. You didn’t care if you had to break a window to get in, you just had to leave that house. You had made it halfway down the stairs before his voice sounded from behind you.

“Y/n, wait!” Katsuki shouted from down the hall, frantic footsteps getting closer and closer. “Fucking wait, lemme explain first!”

Your hand froze on the door handle, hating the nostalgia that made you stop. You just wanted answers. You wanted to know what happened between you and why he kept your pictures beside his bed.

Hearing Katsuki take the stairs three at a time, his hand reached out for your wrist, almost yanking it away from the handle. His actions were aggressive however his touch was more gentle than you ever expected from someone like the angry blonde.

“What?” You whispered, unable to look anywhere but at the front door. Katsuki said nothing but dragged you into his living room, you didn’t put up much of a fight. He dropped your arm, standing in the middle of the room with an uncomfortable expression. He looked as if he was desperate to say something, but his pride was blocking the words from escaping.

“Explain then.” You folded your arms, meeting his red eyes. You couldn’t help but glare, still reeling from the nostalgia, misery and confusion.

“I-ugh.” Katsuki grunted and scratched his head, obviously at a loss. You could see him getting more frustrated by the second and a very old part of you wanted to reach out to him to calm him down. He plopped down on the couch, his expression one of extreme concentration.

“I am, no, fuck, I mean - dammit! This is so embarrassing!” The blonde buried his head in his hands, cheeks going scarlet.

“Why?” You raised your voice in desperation, wanting to know what it was he was hiding and unable to control your temper. “Can you please enlighten me as to why you pushed me away, treated me like shit and acted as if I didn’t exist?”

“Because I’m so fucking in love with you, you idiot!” He shot up, going even redder in the face from what you imagined was anger and embarrassment. “I have been since we were kids!”

There was a pause before Katsuki went wide eyed, as if he didn’t mean to expose that secret. You were frozen in place as you watched him sink down onto the couch, hiding his face once more.

“You’re in love with me.” You whispered, it came out more as a statement than a question.

He nodded once but remained silent, unable to look at you. Your chest grew tight, his previous actions over the past few years making a lot more sense and yet none at all. If he loved you, why did he treat you the way he did? But then again, it was such a developing and hormonal teen Katsuki thing to do.

“Fucking say something.” He demanded, finally meeting your gaze. “I look and feel like an idiot.”

You tried to make sense of your emotions, everything all being too much for you to comprehend. Thinking back on all your negative feelings towards the boy before you, you weren’t sure what made you hate him in the first place. You had always known Katsuki was confident, overbearing and rude and you had always managed that before in the past. What changed? The answer almost felt like a slap in the face and you almost doubled over with the revelation.

Yes, you realised with a start, you were in love with him too. You had just covered it up with anger and called it hate.

A small smile grew on your face and now it was time for you to be the one to bury your face in your hands. Sitting down on the opposite couch, you started to laugh lightly at the situation, also unable to hold back the tears.

“Are you crying?” Katsuki stood, slowly approaching you. When he sat down, you realised that you hadn’t been this close to each other since middle school and that brought on a whole new wave of sadness.

You had forgotten how much you missed him. You missed him like you would miss a limb. Katsuki had become a part of you and over the years without him, you had numbed yourself to the loss. However with him here, a couple of inches away, you swiftly remembered just how much you had loved this boy. You still did.

You knew you always would.

“Y/n?” He asked, tone gruff but not angry.

“If you love me, why did you ignore me?”

“Because I couldn’t handle it.” He spoke honestly, managing to keep eye contact with you. “I also thought any relationships would get in the way of my goal.”

“So you cut me off.”

Katsuki flinched and rubbed his hands on his thighs. “I was stupid, okay? I said I didn’t know how to handle it.”

“You could’ve told me.”

“I was going to but I-” He cut off, not wanting to admit he was scared. You chuckled, he was still the boy you were friends with so long ago. “Are you fucking laughing at me?”

“No!” You quickly reassured him, unable to keep the grin from your face. “It’s just such a you thing to not admit you were scared.”

He didn’t argue with you, only grunted which proved you were right. Your grin turned into a fond smile when you looked at him. In this moment, it felt as if you two had never parted. Like you had your Katsuki back.

“Why are you smiling at me like that, you weirdo?” He shoved your face away with all the gentleness he could muster. You noticed his lips were also slightly tilted upwards, clearly he was enjoying having you back too. It felt too much like the old times which you missed with every inch of your being.

Unable to control yourself, you lunged at him, wrapping your arms tightly around his waist in a much needed hug.

He made a surprised grunt at the impact but still welcomed your embrace, wrapping his own arms around you and burying his face in your neck.

“What the fuck is this for?” He whispered, as if he didn’t want to ruin the moment.

“Dunno, it feels as if I have my Katsuki back.” You responded, matching the volume of his voice.

He hesitated before answering. “It didn’t seem like it, but I never left.”

“I missed you so much.”

“I missed you too.” He paused again, debating whether he wanted to say what he was going to. It seemed to be his night for confessions. “I’m sorry.”

You pulled back to look at him, utterly shocked that the Bakugou Katsuki had just apologised to you.

“Stop looking at me like that.” He grumbled, pulling you back in and holding you tighter. You realised that you hadn’t properly responded to his love confession and while it seemed that Katsuki didn’t really care, you did.

“Hey, Katsuki?”

“What?”

You smiled fondly before leaning in, pressing your lips gently to his. He went stock still, trying to register what was happening to him. Once his brain caught up, he brought his hand up to rest against your cheek, pulling you deeper into the kiss. So many emotions passed between you in the time your lips were connected, too many repressed feelings rose to the surface. You couldn’t remember the last time you had felt this happy. You tried to make the moment last for as long as you could, only breaking away when you were absolutely desperate for air.

“What was that for?” Katsuki asked for the second time tonight, trying to regain his breath.

“I love you too.”

He froze at your words, obviously not expecting them. Before he could stop it, a tear slipped down his cheek as he stared at you. Then another fell, followed by another. You couldn’t remember the last time you had seen Katsuki cry as he always said crying was for the weak, and yet here he was, tears falling at your confession.

Katsuki quickly wiped them away, obviously not liking the fact that he was crying in front of someone else. If he had really been in love with you all this time, you wondered if he had dreamed of you loving him back?

Without saying anything, he took your arm and began dragging you upstairs.

“Katsuki?” You didn’t receive a response but it didn’t take a genius to figure out where he was leading you. Once you were both inside, he shut his bedroom door and in one swift movement, and collapsed with you onto the bed. Katsuki’s arms were locked tightly around you, face buried once more in your hair.

You returned his embrace with a laugh, realising that he didn’t want to be seen crying but still wanted you close. Obviously the couch didn’t cut it.

You don’t know how long had passed with you laying like that, arms wrapped around each other as Katsuki quietly let tears fall. A few of your own escaped at the thought of finally having the angry blonde back by your side, right where he belonged.

“I suppose that means you're my boyfriend now.” You joked, lips brushing against his hair.

He huffed a laugh and pulled back slightly to look at you. “Suppose it does.”

You met his gaze, red eyes never leaving yours. A long forgotten memory suddenly resurfaced, causing you to laugh.

“What?”

“I just remembered how we used to seal promises with each other.”

He groaned and hid his face in the pillow. “Of course you remember something as stupid as that.”

“Based on your reaction, clearly you remember it too.” You hummed, planting a kiss on the back of his head. Katsuki rolled back over, eyes narrowed.

“Seeing as you’re so keen to do this.” He grumbled and sat up, you joined him and decided not to comment on the fact that you never mentioned whether or not you wanted to do it again.

“What are we promising?” You asked, loving every moment.

“That we’ll reach number one and two.”

“And that we’ll always be together for the rest of our lives?” It was childish, you understood this but it felt good, like you and Katsuki were back in full force and ready to take on the world.

He rolled his eyes. “That’s so lame.”

“Okay then, just number one and two it is.”

“I never said we shouldn’t promise it.” His cheeks turned scarlet as he looked away, bashfully risking a glance at you. He wanted that promise just as much as you did.

Chuckling, you reached out your hand and he did the same. You both still knew your old handshake, the movements forever ingrained in your memory.

“We promise to reach the number one and two spots.” You both said at the same time, a custom when it came to the special promise making handshake. “And that we’ll always be together for the rest of our lives.”

Katsuki was clearly embarrassed when you both made the finishing move, sealing the deal. You were too slightly but it was greatly overshadowed by your joy. You both grinned at each other as Katsuki pulled you back into his arms, and you had a feeling you would be there for the remainder of the night.

Nothing in the world could’ve prised you two apart, and nothing from that moment on ever would. You were Katsuki’s, just as much as he was yours, and that was never going to change.

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