friends become lovers

Bad Boy Turned Good

Summary: Dan is a teenager who’s a bad boy/trouble maker and doesn’t get along with his parents because of his behavior. They care about their reputation around town so the summer he does turns 16, they send him off to stay at the Lester’s (best friends of his parents) where he meets their teen son Phil, who is completely innocent. They don’t get along at first because they’re total opposites. Dan’s forced to spend time with Phil throughout the summer before school starts again and they eventually get along with each other and become best friends/lovers.

Genre: AU, Angst, Fluff

Word Count: 8,014

Triggers/Warnings: alcohol/drinking, smoking, swearing, noncon kinda

A/N: This was meant to be my pbb for this year but i dropped out but since I had so much written, I decided to finish the fic. I’m sorry if it seemed rushed at the end, I just kinda wanted to finish it tbh lol. And this isn’t betad, sorry for any mistakes!

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Some fans have been disappointed by “Sleepover” revealing that Star may have a crush on Marco, criticizing the twist as clichéd and predictable.

While I understand where all of this is coming from, I have a different opinion on the subject (granted, I’m biased as I’m Starco Trash™, but I’m seriously trying to be as rational as possible about this).

Since day one, Starco has been somehow different from your usual “just friends becoming lovers” trope because of their amazing chemistry, genuinely good friendship, great character-writing and overall cuteness. Now, I said trope, not cliché: the trope is the narrative choice of having two friends eventually falling in love over the course of the series, the cliché is how you get there. This is why the Starco-heavy Blood Moon Ball ultimately works, despite some issues, because it thankfully (and realistically) acknowledges that you can’t just “romantic slow dance” out of your problems when you (Marco, in that case) screw up; instead, it gave us a different kind of Starco development, with that really clever balcony scene/dialogues at the very end of the episode.

The point is, while the show may have its problems, the Starco is still beautifully handled, even after the whole “Star is crushing on Marco” twist. Given the genre, premise and the tone of this cartoon, it was extremely easy to go for the “weaker male friend saves the stronger female hero in an epic way” cliché, a scene where Marco saves the day and Star just stares at him in awe, blushes wildly and starts crushing wildly on him.

But, fortunately, they didn’t.
Instead, Star simply developed her crush off-screen, in the most organic, mundane and realistic way possible: by just spending time with Marco, hanging out, getting to know each other, learning something new about the other every day, living (slice-of-life or sci-fi) adventures, all that stuff. And said crush was revealed in a very good, well-written episode which wasn’t even fully about the Starco ship in the first place.

For a show that is supposedly about frantic battle scenes and flashy magic, this was a very welcome meta-twist, a further proof of how the series’ main focus is in fact Star and Marco’s evolving relationship and how believable it is.

Another post fueled by Starco Trash™.
Rational Starco Trash™ this time.
Or at least I tried.

The Other Woman

Genre: Angst

Word Count: 2508


Everybody knows the timeless, clichéd love story of two best friends who promised to stay best friends for the rest of their lives. But when one friend develops feelings for the other, of course the other is already in a relationship and the friend is forced to watch and endure the other love and cherish someone that isn’t them.

Usually, the other’s partner seems jealous and arrogant to the friend, leading them to wonder why the other chose them in the first place. But destiny is kind and rewarding, and soon the other realises his love for the friend, ultimately leaving his jealous, arrogant partner behind. The two best friends become lovers and live happily ever after. Sounds perfect, right? But it’s not. Everyone always overlooks the one person who suffers the most.

The day you met Minah, you knew your relationship with Jongdae would inevitably turn into this same clichéd love story. Unfortunately, you were on the losing end of the bargain.

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Venus:11th house✨👥 💗👥✨

-very likable
-friends become lovers and lovers stay friends
-friends will be artistic,have Venusian influence
-your kindness and charisma often help you achieve your aims
-could possibly confuse friendship with love(especially if afflicted to Neptune or Uranus)
-self indulgence can be an issue
-you and your lover will probably have a lot of common ground and you’ll like a lot of the same things
-friends/lovers met through group activities and social events
-many friends,most of them women
-friends and social activities give you much pleasure
-may choose friends over lovers

Finn should sue Ben Solo for plagiarism.

I’m gonna be calling out a lot of r/ylos and d/rkpilot fans here because they tend to be the most guilty of this. 1.) “we need a redemption arc about a character from the first order having second thoughts and leaving to join the resistance” aka. Finn’s entire story in TFA. 2.) maybe Ben was brainwashed as a child by Snoke…aka. exactly what the first order did to Finn 3.) Ben was abused as a child and bullied by his peers….you mean Finn???? 4.) Ben and Rey going from friends to lovers ….like what you think would be boring if it was Finn and Rey???? 5.) creating AUs where Ben is kidnapped by tfo as a child and has to escape….again literally Finn’s story. 6.) post redemption Ben becoming friends/lovers with Poe, usually resulting on erasing Finn and poe’s entire friendship Probably more but it’s like 1 in the morning.

Originally posted by thatstheworstguy

me and my friend came up with this au and im planning to write a chapter series where noctis is a figure skater and prompto is a hockey player and they both show up at the rink at night to practice their own shit but they keep bumping into each other and eventually become awkward friends to lovers and they teach each other their respective moves and attend games/matches.

but this is still a jumble of mess and i need to make an outline of this.

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‘I chose this life and I chose you. And I don’t understand why we can’t have both’

[Felicity’s version] [Oliver’s version]

and I know that a lunch period every other day can’t fix a year of almost
but not quite
touching
we were so good before all of this happened
i don’t know how we let all of this happen
it’s so hard to look you in the eyes now.

this is the last time I ever let a friend become something like a lover
i don’t need to lose two things at once.

—  If it’s alright with you I’d like to start over. What’s your name? It’s so nice to finally meet you– lily rain

“Since Jarco is a thing and will always be going out, Star would obviously get lonely and what if she seeks company from Tom which leads them to become friends and eventually lovers again?? I think that would be amazing and could bring Tom to have great character growth and we would get to see the kind of boyfriend Tom would be. I ship it”

-  melissapoopessa

A difference between like and love

You and Harry are best friends stuck in the uncomfortable transition between being friends and becoming lovers. 
This One Shot is a little longer than my previous ones. I apologize but I couldn’t help myself. 
I hope you still take the time to read it and that you enjoy it. :) 

Warning: Tiny bit mature 

Picture is not mine.

“You’ll call the second you feel like you need one of us, yeah?” Louis instructed me and rubbed my back soothingly while Niall squeezed me tight in an embrace. I nodded and smiled at him over Niall’s shoulder.

“Will do. I already promised to Liam.”

Niall lessened his grip on me and stepped back. I pushed some loose strands of hair out of my face and let my eyes shift from the three of them to the rest of the bar. The bar filled with a crowd of people sipping on their drinks and humming along to the music playing in the background, enjoying their friday night.

“Where’s Harry?” I asked, “I haven’t said goodbye to him yet.”

“I think he went to get us another round of drinks,” Liam informed me, pointing to the counter on the other side of the room. “I’m sure he’ll come with you should you need him.”

I quickly shook my head. Spending time with him on my own was not an option, given the situation we were in.  And knowing how excited he had been to spend time with his friends, it seemed unfair and selfish to demand him to abandon them.  

“I’ll go say goodbye to him now and then leave. Thank you guys for understanding.”

I turned around and began to fight my way through the drinking people. I decided to just quickly inform him would be the best, as it was hard to hide from him. Finding him, however wasn’t difficult. He was stood at the bar, conversing with a man I had never seen before, obviously having a great time. When I softly touched his shoulder and he turned to face me, a big smile appeared on his beautiful face.

Harry and I were always all over each other the moment we were reunited. We held hands, linked arms and hugged tighter than we did anyone else. He made me feel incredibly comfortable and happy whenever I was with him.

He always swore that it was mutual but I had always found that hard to believe.
Harry had snatched my heart in an instant and not not given it back since, while all I had taken was the position by his side as his best friend.
That was until a couple a weeks ago when after he had downed a few drinks, he confessed that he liked me. I was thrilled. At first.
We had kissed an entire night before we had agreed to take our time and to not jump right into a relationship. The proposal had come more from him since I was sure that all I wanted was to be with him, to hell with all the doubts cruising though my head. It was Harry. I would’ve risked anything.

Though soon I realized something that had made me almost reluctant to agree to a relationship. It even made me avoid him for the past few days.
Harry liked me, but I was in love with him. For him, this wasn’t something particularly serious while I had waited for this for years. It meant everything.
It wasn’t just his looks, it was his incredibly kind and big heart and his beautiful, intelligent mind. We had spent many nights with me clinging to every word tumbling from his pretty lips because I loved being the one he entrusted with his most sacred thoughts.

“Hey, babe!” Harry called, waving me over to sit next to him on the bar stool. His torso was adorning a rather tight fitting black shirt that emphasized his handsome body. The short hair was styled up so his forehead was free from any strands and it allowed his green orbs to sparkle at me.
“Can I get you something?” he offered, reaching out to casually place his warm hand on my wrist.

“No, don’t bother,” I declined and placed my own hand over his, squeezing it gently. “I came to let you know that I’m gonna head home.”

“What? No,” he protested, his clear eyes wide with surprise and a hint of disappointment. He turned so that his torso was facing me completely, giving me his full attention. I giggled when he pouted but when I reached out to playfully pinch his cheek he batted my hand away.
“Don’t you distract me. What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong,” I answered quickly. “No need to worry.”

He rolled his eyes and took a long sip from his drink before setting it down. “You were excited about going when I picked you up and now hardly an hour later you want to go home. You can’t just say that there’s nothing wrong.”

He wasn’t playing fair, with the look he gave me. His lips were still in a pout and his green eyes looked at me in a way I wanted nothing else but to melt right into him. If he looked at me long enough it always made me confess all of the worries troubling my mind, which was why I had avoided seeing him too often in the past days. When I didn’t answer, Harry squeezed my fingers.

“Darling, did something happen when I wasn’t at the table with you? Don’t tell me someone came onto you,” he chuckled when speaking, though I knew, he’d step up for my defense if necessary.

I smiled softly and shook my head, stroking his slim fingers with my own. “Nothing happened, Harry. You won’t have to play protector.”

“M'not playing when it comes to you,” he mumbled, a smile tugging on his lips. “Tell me.”

I huffed at his whiny tone and let my gaze drift to our touching hands.

“I’m not…” I hesitated, searching for the right words to explain how I felt. Harry waited patiently, his eyes never leaving me.

“Comfortable.” I decided to say. “I feel physically drained and should just go lie down. ”

He didn’t seemed to ponder over my answer for very long before pulling his hand from mine to use it to push his stool from the bar.

“I’m coming with you,” Harry decided and hopped to his feet.

“There’s no need for that, Harry,” I said quickly, “I’ll really just go to bed. It’ll be fine.”

“Yeah, well, fine is not the same as good, Y/N,” he answered, grabbing his jacket, “I’m coming with you.”

He smiled at me confidently and ignored my shaking head. Though part of me wanted him to join me, another big part of me really didn’t.

“That’s not your responsibility,” I fought.

He released an annoyed huff and rolled his eyes.

“Lately nothing concerning you is any of my business, right?” he muttered while pulling out his wallet to pay for his drinks.

“I didn’t mean to ruin this night for you,” I said apologetic.

“Don’t give me any of that, love,” he stopped me, “Nothing’s ruined. And you can’t fight me off when I want to be there for you. I’ll go say goodbye to the others and we’ll head right on out. Wait for me here, yeah?”

Before I could answer he began to make his way through to the group of our friends and I felt my lips stretch into a smile. He was always eager to jump to my aid and after I hadn’t let him for what felt like so long, I had almost forgotten how it felt to be this close to him.
Once by my side again, Harry held his jacket in one hand and the other he held out for me to take. He smiled when I let him clasp my fingers in his tightly and asked:

“Your place or mine?”

“Yours.”

Harry had parked close to the bar entrance and as he fumbled with his keys, I asked: “You’re okay to drive, right?”

“I only had one beer before the drink that you didn’t let me finish. Wouldn’t drive if I wasn’t feeling good, love” he answered before successfully unlocking the doors. “In you go, love.”

“Thank you, Harry,” I said quietly and stopped to stand in front of him.

“Of course,” he smiled.

The drive was silent, yet not awkward. My eyes followed the lights passing by. London was as busy as ever even at this late hour. Once the car came to a halt in front of his apartment building, I released a breath I hadn’t consciously been holding in. Harry rested his hand on the steering wheel and I noticed him peering at me.

“Are you going to tell me what is going on?” he asked. “Your distance is starting to freak me out a little. There’s nothing you couldn’t tell me. You know that, don’t you?”

“Yes, I know, but there is nothing to tell,” I answered, meeting his patient eyes. My own probably screamed at him that I was lying.

“I’ve been really tired this last few days and my studies have gotten so much. That’s why I never made it to any meet up recently. I’m sorry”, I apologized once more. “I didn’t think I would feel so tired otherwise I wouldn’t have come out with you guys tonight. It was stupid of me.”

Harry shook his head and reached out to rest his hand on my arm. “You were right to come out with us. I don’t think that being alone would have done you much good after distancing yourself from us like you have.”

“I bailed on you guys barely an hour after we arrived. Again. Only this time I forced you to come with me! I’m a terrible and selfish person.”

Harry chuckled and shook his head.

“You, out of all people, are certainly not selfish or terrible.” He moved his fingers down to clasp mine. “And you didn’t force me.” He frowned and broke our locked gaze. “Recently you never do.”

“What do you mean by that?”

He cleared his throat and shook his head, thinking hard before he expressed himself.

“You never seek my presence anymore, Y/N. Not like you used to.”

I bit my lip, knowing that I couldn’t talk my way out of this as he was right. I had been avoiding him out of fear that it might shine through how much my feelings for him had grown.

“Did I do something?”

By the look he gave me I knew what he was implying and I felt terrible for making him even think like that.

“No, Harry,” I reassured him softly, “You did nothing wrong. I wanted to kiss you the other night. Don’t torment yourself by thinking I didn’t.”

He sighed and leaned further back in his seat, his shoulders visibly relaxed at my words.

“You’ve got no idea how relieved I am by that, Y/N. And I don’t mean to make this about myself, but… I don’t know, I guess I just miss you and I don’t like seeing you so unhappy.”

“I miss you, too.”

He smiled and squeezed my hand before letting go and reaching for the keys. He pulled them from the lock and sat up straighter again. “Listen. Everyone faces stress that can get to their head sometimes. What you have to do is surround yourself with what makes you happy. Don’t hide yourself away.”

“You make me happy,” I admitted.

He leaned forward and kissed me on the cheek, letting his lips rest there for a few seconds. His hair tickled my skin and when he sighed I could feel the breath against my skin.

“That goes both ways, love.”

He pressed another kiss to my skin and hummed when he inhaled my scent. He seemed glad that I allowed him close again and it made my heart ache. Both of his hands had settled to rest against my ribcage as he leaned in even closer and I tensed at the warmth radiating off of him. Maybe it was due to being this close to a very affectionate Harry after having avoided him for several days, but suddenly I was overwhelmed. I pressed the palm of my hand to my lips when the first sob wrecked through me, but it did little to stifle the noise. With no words and with a bit of difficulty Harry pulled me into him and onto his lap, allowing me to bury my face in his neck. His hands brushed over my hair before resting against my shoulders.

“Breath, my love,” he breathed against the shell of my ear. “Don’t hold it in.”

“I’m so sorry, Harry,” I sobbed pathetically and clung onto his shoulders tightly.

“No,” he protested and hoisted me up to sit closer to his lower stomach, “no, darling, don’t you say that. It’s alright.”

“I hate crying”, I mumbled, trying to pull away from him again.

Harry shrugged it off and gave me one of his breathtaking one-million-dollar-smiles, refusing to budge or lessen his hold on my body.

“You’ve seen me cry before, too. S'only fair to return the favor.”

“This is hardly a favor that I’m doing you,” I disagreed and turned my head to wipe some snot off with my sleeve. “And you’ve only ever cried in front of me out of joy. Or because you were laughing too hard. Doesn’t count.”

He chuckled, but stopped when I cuddled myself even closer to him. He was quick to caress my back, knowing how desperately I needed his comfort and squeezed me once more.

“You’re doing so well,” he assured me, “S'long as you don’t let yourself drown in your emotions it’s fine to feel upset sometimes. And now that you’re letting me I’m gonna keep that from happening and only let you out so much before your in for a fun cheering up program.”

“Great,” I hiccuped with a giggle.

He laughed. “Yeah, you better be excited.”

He gently moved to push me by my shoulders so that he could look me in the eyes again. A cheeky smile graced his beautiful face.

“Your best friend, aren’t I?”

“You are,” I agreed without missing a beat, my voice barley above a whisper. The words ‘best friend’ tugged at my heart. I didn’t necessarily like the sound of that anymore.
His green widened at my hardened expression and he turned serious again.

“You never have to feel left alone with your worries”, he continued, “You can always come to me.”

“That,” I mumbled, pausing to take a deep breath, “goes both ways, too.”

Before I could fully register it the smile I had watched appear on his lips was pressed against my own. I didn’t exactly know who had started kissing whom, but once our lips connected neither of us dared to break apart anymore. My fingers shook when I raised them to fist his hair.
The kiss felt even better then it had in my memory. Harry’s lips were so warm and soft, it was difficult to focus on anything else. His tongue was careful to pry my lips open, gentlemen as always, it felt as if he was waiting for me to allow the invasion. While lightly pulling his soft hair between my fingertips I willingly deepened the kiss by opening up for him.
When I whimpered upon feeling him moving his head back he giggled and let his hands fall down to my hips, holding and pulling me closer. My hands still held him close by his hair and I enjoyed scratching gently against the skin, as did he when a small moan escaped his throat.

Finally I allowed him to pull away. Harsh breaths fell from his lips as they stretched into a smile, a smile I returned, my tears long forgotten.
I moved my hands to wrap my arms around his shoulders and scooted closer on his lap. He gasped when I accidentally touched his crotch and I quickly apologized with an embarrassed laugh. Harry’s green orbs were wide and had something in them I couldn’t quite place.
He reached up and brushed his fingertips over my cheek and down to my lips. Another adorable giggle left his lips when my own closed around the tip of his index and I bit lightly.

“Are you okay?” he wondered.

I nodded and leaned in to place a small kiss on his nose. “Feeling much better. Thank you, best friend.”

“Good,” he answered and than added with a smirk: “Maybe I’ll be a bit more than just your best friend.”

“Would you want that?” I confessed as I pushed his, now untidy, hair from his forehead with a brush of my hand. His eyes locked with mine, concern in them.

“You think I don’t?”

I shrugged, looking away from his green orbs and down to where his hands rested on my thighs. “We kissed before and nothing happened after.”

“Yeah, because I don’t want to push you,” he defended. He frowned and looked at me with his head tilted to the side. “With what none sense of an explanation did you trouble yourself with?”

I shrugged, tugging at his hair at the back of his neck. With the evident disbelief in his voice, I felt like a child, being told off.

“Did you think that I didn’t love you?” he asked.

My head shot up and my wide eyes met his clear ones. “You do?”

“Of course I bloody do,” he scoffed, “Are you being serious? Tell me you didn’t add this ridiculous doubt to the worries clouding your mind.”

“You said you liked me,” I muttered stubbornly. “That’s not the same as love.”

He huffed and rolled his eyes. “Jesus, you girls got to make your life harder with all this silly rules.”

“Great,” I muttered sourly, “make fun of me.”

Harry squeezed my thighs before moving his hands up to cradle my face in his hands.

“I’m not,” he leaned in and kissed my cheek softly. “If only you could look into my head for as little as one minute. You’d know how much it cost me to keep from reaching out to touch you whenever I was in your presence. There would be no doubt in your mind of how desperately in love with you I am, Y/N.”

My heart beat rapidly and it squeezed almost painfully at his words. I inhaled his familiar smell and felt warmth settle in the pit of my stomach.

“Please be with me, then?” I requested timidly. “As more than just best friends?”

Harry hummed at my question and leaned in to connect our lips in a soft kiss once more. His warm lips moved against my own and he pulled at my lower lip ever so slightly.

“Happily,” he answered, once we pulled apart, his face reflecting pure joy.

I had been in Harry’s apartment many times before. Everything was as familiar to me as my own home. Today however it felt different. Maybe because instead of having to imagine laying next to him on his sofa I was actually doing it.
Or maybe it was the fact that  I didn’t have to fight the urge to kiss him but could go on and do it whenever I wanted to.
Harry’s hands played with the ends of my hair before traveling up to caress my cheeks. His eyes locked with mine, a smile playing on his lips as he searched for any sign of discomfort in my expression.

“I want to try something,” he confessed, “and it’s okay if you feel uncomfortable. All you gotta say is stop and I’ll stop. Okay?”

I felt him move to lay on his side before he gently hitched his leg up and over my own.

“It won’t be what you’re thinking off right now,” he promised when his hands pulled at the hem of my jumper. “I just wanna love you.”

Once my stomach was revealed bare to him he leaned down to press soft kisses to it. He even nuzzled his nose against the skin and a giggle fell from my mouth.

“It’s only me”, he reassured and pressed his lips to the skin just above my belly button.  "You can trust me.“

"I know,” I mumbled, breathless already.

My fingers desperately reached down and clutched the nape of his neck, pulling him back up while his hands traveled even lower. My breath hitched in my throat and I whimpered when his fingers tugged at my jeans.

“I want to,” I assured him when he stopped. “Go on.”

With a small nod, he unbuttoned the jeans and fumbled with the zip. His warm mouth had settled on my neck, distracting me from the action of his fingers with wet, open mouthed kisses against my skin.
More clothing was being pulled from my body and I blushed. Never had anyone seen me this bare before. Harry, sensing my slight discomfort, reached up and cupped my cheek, connecting our lips in a heavy kiss.

“Your beauty is stealing my breath,” he promised. “You make me crazy.”

“Add that to the things that go both ways, boyfriend.”

Harry laughed and dipped his head to kiss just above my chest. Suddenly aware that I could touch him too, I moved my hands from where they had timidly rested on his shoulders to the end of his own shirt and tried to pull it over his head. Noticing my struggle he quickly moved off of me and swiftly pulled it over his head himself before leaning back down to kiss me. His newly naked skin pressed against my partially clothed chest and it drove me mad.
My fingers clutched at his tattooed arms when I heard the faint sound of a belt buckle opening and a pair of jeans falling to the floor. I gasped in surprise when his hand reached between my legs and pried my thighs apart.

“Harry,” I whimpered.

“Relax,” he shushed me, pressing another kiss to my lips. “You’ll like it. Promise. I’m just-” he swallowed hard when I nipped on his neck. “-loving on you.”

His lips touched to my eyelids. Fingers brushed my cheek. A hand gently massaged my hip. It was as if he couldn’t get enough from touching me, I hoped he never could, so that he would always want me the way he did now.
Harry moved his arm around my waist and pulled me against his chest, holding me still before rolling his hips up. He repeated the action until he chocked on his breaths and I pressed my lips to his neck to quiet my whimpers. Pleasure cursed through my veins and I clung onto him when a feeling of falling apart spread through my body. Afterwards he continued to press lazy kisses to my exposed shoulder.

“Wait here for a second, yeah?” he whispered.

He climbed from under me and off the couch, disappearing in his room. I clutched the covers to my chest, covering my body. Harry returned with a shirt in his hand and a fresh pair of boxers clinging to his hips. He smiled widely upon catching me stare and I felt my cheeks redden.

“No need to be embarrassed now, babe.” He winked and leaned over me to connect our lips in another heavy kiss. “I brought you a shirt.”

“Thanks.”

I took it from him and pulled it over my head, inhaling his smell. Once done he crawled back in beside me and pulled me flush against his warm and very naked chest.

“I just want to shield you from anything that could cause you harm,” he exhaled.

“You always do,” I answered and kissed his jaw.

I fumbled with the blanked next to us and pulled it up until we were both fully covered. My head nuzzled into his neck and he rested his cheek against my forehead.

“Just doing a boyfriends job, aren’t I?”

Thank you to anyone who took their time to read this! If you want, feedback is always very welcome and I’d be happy to write a request for someone. :) Also let me know if you want me to write more mature things. I may experiment with it in the future.

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