more fics about friendships that are structured just like ship fics
specifically like pining ship fics oh my god
forced to share a bed becomes “accidental sleepover, I didn’t realize adults could do this and I should be chill about how happy it makes me, but no one’s ever braided my hair and gossiped with me before, but I gotta play this cool because I don’t want to be pathetic, and I don’t want to be the person who likes the other person more, but g o s h, I want us to be friends, and not just friends, besties”
the coworker at your bakery/coffee shop/library/spy organization who smiles at you every day and asks about your weekend, but you can’t tell if they’re being nice or what, or if they’d actually say yes if you invited them out to coffee to talk about that hiking trip they went on, you don’t want to make things weird but work would be a lot easier if you had a friend
you’ve just moved to a new city and you cannot believe how many times you’ve had to knock on your neighbor’s door, but you didn’t pack like any of the things you need, and they don’t seem effusively happy that you keep asking to borrow shit like a vacuum or duct tape, but they also don’t rush you out of the door, and when you return what you borrowed, they ask you how it went, and one time you told a joke that made them laugh and you felt so good about it, you kept riffing on the joke for the next ten minutes and it isn’t until you went back to your place that you realized what an embarrassment you are
enemies to friends where you have to work with someone that you hate oh my god you hate them, and then you spend time with them, and then you don’t hate them quite so much, but stopping hating them? almost feels like? defeat?? you’ll stop acting like you hate them when they stop acting like they hate you, and honestly you’d really like them to stop acting like they hate you because they are the only other person you know that’s ever shared your interest for cold war spy thrillers and maybe this is the time for the book club of your dreams
your partner has a best friend and you’ve never hung out with them without your partner but now you are coordinating with the best friend for your partner’s surprise party and they are just the funniest, the sweetest, the nicest, the coolest, and suddenly your partner is concerned because you and your best friend are hanging out all the time, which is…great…awesome…….suddenly becoming the third wheel is just the funnest because who doesn’t like wheelbarrows (it becomes a whole Thing, and ends up resolving in a disney channel esque lecture of someone being like "Guys You Can Have More Than One Best Friend”)
you’re lonely and it sucks and it’s not the kind of thing that you can admit because you’ve got your pride, you don’t want to look desperate, you can’t tell people about loneliness without making them wonder what’s wrong with you because shouldn’t you have friends? who doesn’t have friends? but it’s gotten to the point where you look forward to buying groceries because you can make small talk with the clerk, you look forward to work because maybe you can slip in something personal in the course of talking about business, but if anyone asked you how you were doing and if you wanted to hang, you’d panic and say that you were busy. and you want to change. you in fact need to change, but. yeah. it’s not an easy thing. and there’s no easy solution. and this is a 100k fic about you slowly assembling a friend group, while having really zero practical experience with friendship, and it’s a gentle epic with the highest stakes, oh my god, just the highest
you and an acquaintance become friends with benefits. things become unexpectedly awkward when you learn that the real benefit………..was friendship
BUT I’M SITTING HERE CRYING BECAUSE OBI-WAN KENOBI IS STILL CLEANING UP MESSES, HE’S STILL TRYING TO MEND OLD WOUNDS.
“YOUR WAY HOME” HE SAYS AND IT HITS ME OBI-WAN KENOBI CAN SEND EZRA BRIDGER HOME (SUCH AS IT IS), BUT HE HIMSELF CAN NEVER GO HOME, THIS IS ALMOST THE END, HIS PURPOSE HERE IS ALMOST DONE, AND HE’LL REGAIN SOME THINGS (ANAKIN, IN ANOTHER FIVE YEARS) BUT HE’LL NEVER REALLY GO HOME AGAIN
I NEED TO GO LIE DOWN AND IT’S NOT EVEN THE DUEL YET
Ragnar showing mercy to Floki, with no hesitation, because Athelstan asked him to is the ultimate proof that Ragnar’s baptism was not simply for show. Because that baptism was never about Christ or choosing one faith over another for Ragnar. It was always about choosing Athelstan. Ragnar’s love for Athelstan is tantamount to faith, it is a religion in and of itself, and when your God walks into your home in the middle of the night and washes your feet, as his disciple, the one who swore to follow him whenever he goes, you have no choice but to do as he commands.
You may reach out to touch him, and like that he will be gone, but his words will still echo in your mind for years to come. Mercy. You will show mercy because he asked you to. You will show mercy because your love for him is the purest thing in you have ever known. His presence in life was always a blessing, it only seems right he should continue to bless you from beyond the grave.
But i’m super grateful that Oliver didn’t lie to Felicity or spin the truth a little in how Billy died. He came out and said it :”I killed Billy.” He said he would never lie to her again, and tat is one promise he is keeping.
I was in the darkness… with your kindness… your trust… you brought me into the light. You let me know I deserved it. You were that light and I don’t know if I still deserve that trust, if I deserve you. I probably don’t but whatever has happened, whatever will happen, the way you make me feel is the best part of my life. You can ask me to say that I don’t love you but I will never lie to you again. You are my always and I just want the chance to be yours.
“We’re lucky,” Beth said suddenly. “Say one of us would’ve died at the prison or just, I dunno, got bit out on the road or somethin’. Say I never got outta Grady or you would’ve died in that bus crash trying to get to D.C.. We never would’ve met. None of this would’ve ever happened.”
Tara held Beth tighter, an unease she couldn’t place curling its way around her bones. “But it did, and you’re here now. We both are.”