friends become lovers

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  • ❣ Can our muses become better friends/lovers/rivals/enemies? 

PSA:

    if you play ANY sort of villainous character - from a pick-pocket to a full-scale serial killer - and i follow you, please know that i’ve come into this FULL WELL what i’m signing up for. i don’t expect you to soften your character for me, i’m not going to complain when they aren’t nice to my characters, and i honestly probably love watching them do what they do. not all characters are going to be the “good guys”, or the type of villain that can be redeemed. not everyone has a tragic backstory that makes them do the things they do - some people enjoy it, others just do it because they can, and for some it’s all they know. yes, there are villains with a soft spot or two - this doesn’t mean they need to change everything. our characters become friends/lovers even though my character is a “good guy”? you keep doin’ you. keep stealing those purses, killing those people, burning those villages to the ground. 

        tl;dr - I DIDN’T FOLLOW YOU BECAUSE I WANTED SOMETHING SOFT AND EASY - you keep bein’ a villain, babe, cause you’re  just as excellent as the heroes.

Mashima: *makes Lucy the person Natsu likes spending most time with, gives Lucy the most significant reactions to Natsu’s state/actions, makes Lucy think about Natsu for 90% of the final arc, makes Lucy the reason for Natsu’s transformation into END, draws cute NaLu doodles, gives them tons of moments in the most recent canon movie, says that he’s writing them in a more than friends less than lovers way, includes them in every single thing he does for the semi-canon couples, clears stuff up when the fandom panics about the possibility of NaLu never becoming romantic - saying that it was his previous intention (just like how FT was supposed to end at like volume 10) and hints that his current one is different, highlights NaLu’s reunion in the second last chapter and gives them a Tadaima/Okaeri moment*

Some People: OMG, I hope Mashima doesn’t asspull NaLu in the final chapter!!1!!!

Me: 

Originally posted by tnytrtls

fem!ed/havoc happy au

@arrowsbane well i guess we’re going to just have to keep being inspired by each other. i read her amazing post HERE, which was in turn inspired by my post HERE and you don’t need to read any of these to read this, but can i just say –

holy shit. havoc/ed. what a brilliant fucking paring that i’ve never even thought of before. holy shit, it’s perfect.

so – to set the scene. trans female ed. trans ed who performed human transmutation not to bring anyone back to life (both her parents are alive, but gone, trisha was not content to be left behind this go around) but instead to give her the body she always desired. and she succeeds. she and al are still trained by izumi curtis, and this gives ed her driving passion, her goal in life – to be a housewife.

so she and al go about her adventures, dragging winry along more often than not, but they stay away from central and they always come home. and ed’s about to turn twenty, and pinako is talking to her old friend ellie, and ellie is moaning about her unmarried grandson, her grandson who refuses to inherit the general store and won’t settle down and is off in the military, of all things. he’s a bright, handsome boy, elle says, he just has his head in the wrong place.

and pinako taps her pipe and goes – you know i’ve been raising three kids right, my granddaughter and my neighbor’s kids, a boy and a girl. and ellie is surprised, she thought both elric children were boys, but she dismisses the thought easily. she remembers ed as a tomboy, of course, and with that name who can blame her. but no one’s first thought is unprecendented human transmutation when presented with someone’s who’s a different gender than the one she remembers.

ellie is like oh, is winry looking to settle down? but pinako scoffs, says she’s a career gal through and through. but her other girl, eden – she has a wandering spirit, but she’s a good girl, a lovely country bred woman who’s looking to be a housewife (ellie’s idea of housewife and ed’s idea of a housewife vary wildly, but pinako’s not about to bring that up).  so pinako sends a message to her children, and ellie sends one to her grandson: she’s sending a young woman to central from their hometown. she’s single, and looking to settle down, and the granddaughter of an old family friend.

so jean havoc gets this letter, completely and utterly horrified. the whole team makes fun of him. but grandmother eleanor rules the family with an iron fist, and havoc better come up with a damn good reason not to marry this girl. he’d not interested in a country mouse for a wife. before he can think of one, eden has already agreed and is on a train to central. she convinces al to stay behind, just for a couple of weeks, because she doesn’t want him scaring this jean havoc off.

ed is gorgeous, and a genius, and an absolute terror. she’s dated a lot of men, slept with just as many, and hasn’t found a single one worth her time. she doubts she’ll be interested in a boy from their little rural town, but pinako knows her and she trusts the old woman’s judgement. if she thinks jean havoc is someone who could make her happy, eden is more than willing to give it a shot.

so havoc has to leave early from work to meet his amost-maybe-fiance at the train. obviously, the team minus hawkeye follows him. they’re dying to know.

a country girl. they were expecting a country girl, someone wide eyed, unpolished, a little out of her depth. instead they get eden elric, a girl who’s been to cities and knows how to dress for it. they get eden elric, black boots and black leather pants and a black shirt with a dramatic red coat flaring out behind her. eden elric, golden eyes and golden hair and in the setting afternoon sun just golden. she smiles when she sees him and jean’s mouth goes dry and his heart goes zing! and havoc is going to send his grandmother some really nice flowers. “you must be jean,” she says, voice low and smoky, eyes crinkling at the corners. “you look like your father.”

“i, you,” he fumbles, holding out his hand to shake and stepping forward to take her bag at the same time. “hi.”

“hi,” she repeats, and he’s screwed, she’s already laughing at him and it hasn’t even been five minutes. “did you know you’re being followed?”

he sighs and doesn’t look behind him. “those would be my coworkers and my superior office.”

“delightful,” she says, dry and completely unimpressed, and she’s from resembool, his job and his rank is worse than useless with her, it’s a detriment. none of that crowd like the military. his mother hadn’t talked to him for over a year after he enlisted. “that won’t do. we’ll have to ditch them.”

“how?” he asks, and she grins, sharp. he takes her to his car and she shoves him in the passenger seat and climbs in the driving one, breaking about a thousand laws as she careens down crowded city streets. jean’s horrified for about thirty seconds, then he’s egging her on and cheering, directing her down roads whenever she hesitates and laughing the whole time.

they make it to where he was supposed to drop her off, beaming. “usually men throw up when they drive with me,” she says, beaming.

“nah, that wasn’t scary, it was fun,” he says, and he’s already kissed this relationship goodbye before it’s started. she’s beautiful and brave and exudes the same type of easy confidence the colonel does, and that’s not something he’ll ever be able to match. she’s no country mouse. she’s a supernova, and he’s stardust.

eden smiles at him, and says, “would you like to meet me for lunch, jean?”

havoc peers up at the building, and it’s central university. he wouldn’t have expected a country girl / wanna be housewife to be pursuing a degree, but clearly he should toss every preconceived notion he had about eden out the window, because none of them are going to be right.

“yes,” he says, because eden will make an effort with him for a while, he knows, since she’s here on the insistence of both their grandmothers. but she’ll grow tired of him eventually, like they all do, and jean intends to spend as much time with her as she can before that happens.

except it doesn’t happen. she’s kind and smart, so unbelievable smart, and dry and biting. she snores when she sleeps and get snappy when he interrupts her reading, refuses to drink milk and hates brushing her hair, so more often than not it’s up in a truly awful ponytail. he likes these things about her best, because her little imperfections, her temper and her skittering attention, the messy way she eats, all make her human. she’s flawed, and each new one havoc finds delights him, because the fact that she leaves crumbs on the counter brings her just a little closer to his level.

they keep going out. the brother shows up, and gives him one overly-firm handshake, then takes his lead from eden. she’s happy with him, so alphonse is happy with him, but he imagines the easy friendship he shares with the other man would disintegrate the second eden indicates she’s moved on from him. eden talks about her classes and the kids in them, which ones are good students and which ones aren’t, and havoc keeps meaning to ask what exactly she’s studying but it keeps slipping his mind. he listens to her talk about it for hours, but it’s all science mumbo jumbo and honestly goes in one ear and out the other. he just likes listening to her talk when she’s excited.

she follows him home about a month in, and the sex is so amazingly mind numbingly good it almost doesn’t seem real.

she comes to office one day to meet him for lunch, a first because she hates his office and his work and the impasse they’ve managed to maintain about his career is that they just don’t talk about it much. but she shows up, pretty pale pink dress and softly curled hair, looking close to the delicate country girl they all expected her to be. havoc is running late, and when he shows up it’s to eden sitting on hawkeye’s desk and laughing with the woman. it’s a terrifying experience. he didn’t know hawkeye could laugh.

but she’s around more after that, befriends hawkeye, and jean finds out that eden met catherine armstrong on campus and they’re fast friends, she spends a lot of time at the Armstrong mansion. and havoc is sure that’s it, that eden will meet strong, rich alex and their relationship will go out in flames. but it doesn’t happen, eden keeps asking to see him and he keeps saying yes.

it’s been almost a year when eleanor barks down the line, “are you going to marry this girl or not, jean?”

“i don’t know if that’s something she’s interested in,” he says, because he’s not the marrying sort, but for eden? he would be willing. he’d be a husband if it meant having eden as a wife.

his grandmother scoffs down the line, “she’s a smart girl, jean. if she’s still seeing you, she’s interested in it. she didn’t move to central to date you. the girl wants to be a housewife.”

and jean hems and haws, but the thing is he does love eden. and maybe, just maybe, eden loves him. so he goes to hawkeye for help, and she goes, “oh thank god, finally.” havoc is offended for all of two seconds before realizing that means eden’s been waiting for him to propose. yes.

he’s walking down the street with her after a movie, holding up his jacket over both of them as some sort of minimal protection from the rain. there’s a ring burning a hole in his pocket, but thanks to the torrential downpour this is not the romantic evening he intended. they see roy, and are confused for about to seconds until they see serial killer scar going to attack him. havoc yells at eden to run, and she does – right at the serial killer.

but then she does something he’s never seen her do, she claps her hand together and blue energy cracks in the air, and – she’s an alchemist?

he really should have had that conversation about what she’s studying at university.

she good, incredible good, and he knew she worked out, but he didn’t know she was combat trained. she launches a relentless alchemica/physical attack against scar that has him running away with his tail between his legs. ed’s helping roy up when jean runs up and grabs her by shoulders to shout, “you’re an alchemist!”

“what,” she blinks, “of course I am? i talk about it all the time! i know i teach the advanced theoretical alchemy seminar, but my knowledge isn’t theoretical. what kind of professor would i be if I didn’t’ test my own theories before teaching them?”

“teach,” he says faintly, “professor. right.” he’s such an idiot, eden isn’t attending central university, she’s teaching there.

she gives him an odd look, and okay, his girlfriend is way more awesome and too good for him than he previously thought, but that doesn’t change anything.

“will you marry me?” he asks. they’re sweat, rain, and blood soaked. roy has horrible gash on his side, and he thinks eden might have a broken arm. he had a speech planned, but he can’t remember it right now. “you do still want to be a housewife, right?” he knows better now, that eden will never be the traditional housewife. but he can give her a home and his name, and, oh god, kids, when she wants them. he’ll give her everything within his power to give her, if only she’ll take it.

finally,” eden and roy say at the same time, and havoc doesn’t have the time to get flustered before she’s kissing him.

and they all lived happily ever after

anonymous asked:

what placements tend to make one social or popular ?? what can afflict that??

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I mainly wrote what came to mind and briefly summarized why I included the placement but enjoy lol.


✨💗✨Social/Popular/Known for:

I’m going to add what I believe often contributes to popularity and social status. So I won’t include every planet just because I put down post of them for a house.

✨This will mainly be planets in the Tenth and Eleventh houses as well as planets in masculine signs.

✨Sun in 10th: Great reputation and respected by many unless other factors interfere. Well known for achievements.

✨Moon in 10th: Much of your life is on display for those to see. Well known because you’re very public with things and often become involved in things that make you notorious. Everyone knows of you one way or another tbh.

✨Venus in 10th: Usually loved by many. Many people see you as attractive or popular or maybe see you for some other Venusian quality. Pretty admirable and often maintain a clean reputation. Socially ambitious, can seek popularity.

✨Mars in 10th: Not the best placement for social popularity. Known for ambition or Martian qualities. May not be the most admirable person. However you’ll make yourself known or acquire a reputation somehow. Maybe noticed for hard work.

✨Jupiter in 10th: Greatly admired and often have great luck with their reputations. Expansive and happy and everyone knows it. You’re likely to be favored by many people for who you are or what you’ve done (doesn’t exactly mean fame but some degree of admiration and recognition) .

✨Saturn in 10th: Start from the bottom and aim for the top. Known for their achievements and hard work.

✨Neptune in 10th: Admired or idealized by people. In love with the idea of you rather than real you.

✨Pluto in 10th: Feared,admired, maybe both. Powerful position for admiration and for your reputation.

✨Sun in 11th: Naturally social and popular folk. Attracts friends with ease and often belongs to more than 1 friend group. You are known to shine and are very well known by the people. Diverse groups of friends including some friends of high status.

✨Moon in 11th: Attracts many friends that come and go. A natural socialite who knows how to bring people together. Friends are an extension to the family. Many friendships with women.

✨Mercury in 11th: Very intellectual and chatty. This brings you many friends as you love to communicate and share your ideas. Many friends are very smart and intellectual.

✨Venus in 11th: Popular and known to attract many friends especially of the opposite sex. You gain pleasure from your social connections and often feel much love from your friend groups. Some friends become lovers and vice verse. Women love you.

✨Mars in 11th: Puts much energy into pursuit of friendships and group activities. May get into trouble with/through friends and can have conflicts with friends however. Always has a move though. Aggressive,masculine friends. Many friendships with men.

✨Jupiter in 11th: An abundance of friends which bring much encouragement and promise you an active social life. Social life can become somewhat overwhelming. Many friends of high social standing.

✨Uranus in 11th: Many friends will be unusual. Could be inconsistent with friends or friend groups jumping from one group to the next maybe. Either way, very social and can make friends fast and easy.

✨Neptune in 11th: Very indiscriminate with who they associate with. This promises many friendships. May have issues knowing who real friends are, your associations with people can confuse others (you may look like you’re friends with this one person or group to everyone else while you could in reality dislike them or they dislike you)

✨Pluto in 11th: Likes to keep their circle tight. However attracts powerful and influential friends either way.

✨Moon in 1st: Emotional involvement with immediate environment. Like to be noticed and recognized by people.

✨Sun/Venus/Jupiter in 1st/3rd/5th/7th house:
Each placement is known to fit well and get along with their surroundings in their own ways. Peaceful interactions with others. Venus and Jupiter in the 7th are often popular and well liked by a lot of people usually.

✨Ascendant/Personal planets/Midheaven and 11th house cusp in masculine signs: Energy is projected outward. This inclines them to be more interactive with others and their environment.

✨🖤✨Socially withdrawn:

✨Ascendant/Midheaven/Planets in Feminine signs: More inclined to be more self-involved. Energy used on self.

✨Ruler of the 12th house in the 1st house and vice versa

✨Saturn in 1st house: Independent and naturally withdrawn. Stiff or somewhat cautious disposition. Can come off as cold and maybe even rude.

✨Uranus in the 1st house: Very independent and while they are social, they still like to do things alone.

✨Pluto in the 1st house: While these people are socially magnetic, there are many parts of themselves that the tend to keep to themselves. They’re loners and tend to isolate themselves.

✨Planets in the 4th house: Much attention is put into private life and home matters. Emphasis on home life.

✨Planets in the 12th house: Need much alone time recharge the planet. Expression of planet is drowned and pulled inwards. Certain qualities related to the planets are kept secret.

Friends to Lovers

Anonymous said:Can do you do prompts where two best friends and/or childhood friends try to confess their feelings to each other or find out they like the other person?

Anonymous said:Best friends to lovers first kiss?

Anonymous said:Can you do prompts about childhood friends becoming lovers? 

Anonymous said:I love your prompts soooo much!! Would you mind doing some about childhood friends falling in love?


1)  “Sorry, give me a sec-” they scrounged up their notes. Their hand trembled. “I wrote it down so this wouldn’t come out wrong. Sorry.” 
“You’re not dying, are you?” the best friend sounded worried. 
“What - no? No, I’m not dying. Nobody’s dying. Well, someone probably is. Every six seconds and all that but - no one we know. That I know about.” 
“It’s really, really cute when you start rambling.” 
They lost track of their notes a second time. Their skin went hot. “What?”
“Will you go out with me?” 
“Did you just read my notes upside down?” 


2) I kissed you like you were the centre of my gravity, everything in me drawn, falling falling falling always falling for you. A hand on the back of my neck, a dizzied breath as your thumb brushed an exposed slice of skin at my hip and then crept and settled upwards, warm and steady. Breathless, tentative, abruptly shy as our panting breaths chased the silence. Our eyes met. Yours - soft, a promise that if I fell I would always be caught. A smile tugged at the corners of your mouth. 
“Hey, you.” And then you kissed me again.


3) They started to creep out of bed, heart pounding, thoughts fogging their brain. Their friend flung out an arm without opening their eyes, catching them around the waist and reeling them back in. Their friend pressed a kiss to their neck. “Easy,” their friend murmured. “You don’t need to panic, it’s fine.Talk to me.” 


4)  “It’s funny, isn’t it.” They kept their eyes on their best friend’s hand, trailing idle patterns because it was easier than looking at their expression. “That we both knew, but never said anything.”
“Never felt like it needed saying.” Their friend’s gaze was intent, and a finger teased over their lip, feather-light. “Would you like me to say it now?”

A chance to say goodbye - Bruce Wayne x Reader

Summary : You’re a meta-human able to see ghosts, summon them etc etc…and you decide to give your Bruce a birthday gift he’ll never forget.

I had this story in my head for quite a while now, not sure how to feel about it though. I don’t know, you guys know me, I’m like : “meh” as usual…Anyway, don’t hesitate to tell me what you think please, wether you liked or not :-) …Hope you’ll like it though  :

(My masterlist blog here : https://ella-ravenwood-archives.tumblr.com)

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When Bruce was looking all around the World for meta-human, he found you in a small village in France’s country side, and…you intrigued him right away.

You were sitting on a bench in a small cemetery, lost in daydreams.

He felt irreversibly attracted to you. The way you seemed lost in your thoughts, the glint in your eyes as you looked at nothing in particular, your poise, even the way you breathed subjugated him, for reasons he couldn’t quite pinpoint…When you turned your head to him, feeling his presence, and your eyes locked on each other, the beating of his heart became ecstatic, uncontrollable…He had to talk to you.

Against all of his usual instinct, he approached you and sat down next to you. And the conversation just flew naturally. It was something he never experienced before. You were a total stranger, and yet, he felt like he knew you since forever.

(Y/N). That was your name. It rolled on his tongue delightfully. In the span of a few hours, you just talked about anything and everything. It was just too amazing, and for a minute, he thought maybe you were a meta-human whose powers was to control one’s emotions, because he never talked like that to anyone, including his close friends, so to a total stranger…

Turned out, your powers weren’t to control someone’s feelings, not at all. Your powers were…scarier, and you hated using them. You had a special bond with Death…You could summon zombie warriors from the ground and control them, you were able to see if someone’s life was going to end soon, and was plagued by visions of ghosts of people that still had important business to finish on Earth. You hated your powers.

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Richie Tozier || Peace

A/N: Richie is a little OOC here and it is set in his early twenty’s but it’s to get a look at how the events and how It affected him a few years down the road. Enjoy!

When you have been with someone for so long, you do not need them to speak to know if something is wrong or not. When it came down to Richie, it felt as if something was always wrong. Beyond the trash talk, beyond the lame and crude jokes, beyond the sliver tongue, deep down- he was always on edge. When the two of you would go out, he was always right beside you and had his hand on you in any shape or form. His eyes would dart around behind his glasses, his foot would bounce in anticipation.

Over the years that you have come to know and love him, you had come to terms with what lies beneath. Fear. During the day, he could hide it pretty well. His habits could be covered with simple brush offs by anyone who passed by, to them he was just a boy in love. However, it always managed to shine through as he slept.

Like most nights, you would come home and settle down from the day with Richie either reading or watching tv or a movie or playing a game after you had dinner and discussed the days events and before the two of you settled into bed. There quiet conversations were held, waking up and going to bed were always your favorite parts of the day, since it was always when you were closest to Richie. Soft words would drift into soft snores, typically you falling asleep long before Richie.

The sudden jolt against the mattress startled you, sleep completely ripped from your mind. You certainly were not a light sleeper, that was just how violent the movement was, that and the heavy pants coming from beside you. Sitting up quickly, your eyes were glancing around the room before looking at Richie. This had almost become a nightly routine with the nightmares. His chest rose rapidly, quiet whimpers escaped his lips, his eyes tightly closed. His hands balled up the sheets across his chest and his legs jerked slightly. With a gentle touch, you pressed your hand against his arm and gave a light push, “Richie… Richie, calm down. It’s ok.” Your voice was barely above a whisper. After a few minutes of trying to ease him out of his nightmare, his eyes finally snapped open and his body lurched forward. His breaths came out in fast and deep pants, his eyes were wide and wild. Once his breaths calmed, his eyes glanced over to you before he wrapped his arms around you and held you close. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” His words came out is raspy sobs. Your only reply was a hum as your fingers ran through his curls, “It’s ok, it’s ok.” After his sobs broke down and his breaths soothed out, he added a little more body weight and laid your body back on the bed with his head resting against your chest. Your hands lights massaged against his shoulders in attempt to calm him down more.

You had begun to drift back to sleep when his voice broke through the silence, “How do you deal with this every night? Why do you deal with me and the nightmares?” This was a first. The question made you open your eyes and your eyebrows furrowed, “Why would you ask that, Richie?” A rough grunt escaped his throat as he leaned up on his elbows, his eyes traced over your face, “I don’t know. I’m curious, I guess. I just… I don’t see how you haven’t ran for the hills yet.”

With a soft sigh, you sat up, your hand traced over his cheek, “Because, you’re worth it. What happened to you and your friends, to this town, it’s tragic. It’s completely normal for you to have PTSD from what happened that summer.” Richie looked down, his mouth in a tight line. He hated when the others wanted to talk about what happened, he just wanted to push it away, but he hated it even more when you brought it up. It felt like a slap in the face to Richie, like he had drug you into it despite the fact that you did not even live in Derry at that time.

You moved to Derry your sophomore year and your were just a year behind Richie. You caught his eye immediately, you looked different from any other girl he had ever seen, unique and perfect in your own way. Over a course of time, you became closer to Richie becoming friends and eventually- lovers. He grew to trust you and let you in, however, he tried to hide everything that happened with It away from you. Of course, that did not happen for long because you noticed how timid he was around clowns and crowds, how his anxiety would spike in uncomfortable situations, how he would grasp your hand as if he was making sure you were still there, and the nightmares that you experienced once you moved in with him after graduation- he was quick to move you out of Derry.

“Richie,” your voice broke his train of thought, his eyes quickly looked up at you. The moon that came in through the crack in the blinds illuminated your face, “I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t want to be here. I love you and I’ll help you through this. It’s ok to need help.” His teeth lightly clamped down on his lip before your hand tugged at his hand, “Now, let’s get some sleep. It’ll be ok, I’m here with you.” You reassured him as you pulled him down with you and cuddled to his side.

That night, Richie felt a little more at peace.

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It is pretty easy for a friend to become a lover. One of the two has to take a step closer to the other…like this. This one step makes the relationship between the two change.

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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