Hello lovelies! How are you? Did you have a nice Valentine’s Day? I re-read Night of Cake and Puppets by Laini Taylor, which is the sweetest little love story and listened to my 00’s playlists on repeat because writing about my nostalgic ships made me super nostalgic – so mine was pretty amazing. I hope you’re not completely sick and tired of romance yet, cause today’s post is all about romance tropes. I know tropes don’t have the best reputation, but we all love them when they’re being used for good – right?
ENEMIES TO LOVERS
Enemies to lovers is the superior romance dynamic. I don’t make the rules. I’ve read a lot of great enemies to lover content, but I’ve never been completely satisfied. I always want more. I want more danger and more angst. I want knife to your throat kisses and knife in the back betrayals, I want a dark and twisted love story that destroys me.
Is love letters a trope? It should be. Cause I love it when characters write each other love letters or love notes or even love texts. As a reader, who’s in love with words, I find it wildly romantic when characters express their feelings in writing.
For the non rom-com crowd a meet-cute is when the protagonist meets their love interest foe the first time in a way that’s cute, funny, awkward or ideally all three. Getting to see the start of someone’s forever is one of my favorite things about reading romance, so these moments always make me swoon.
SECOND CHANCE ROMANCE
A couple who’s clearly meant to be getting a second chance at love has always been one of my favorite romance plots. It’s that mean-to-be, it was always you kind of love that gives me a feeling of destiny and it’s always fascinating watching a couple navigate their shared history and the gaps between why they were and who they’ve become.
A guy I was dating said I was great at romantic gestures, but sucked at everyday things once and I still feel called out, tbh. I can’t help it though, I’m trash for grand romantic gestures. Give me those running through the airport scenes and dramatic speeches in the pouring rain, give me surprise candlelit picnics on the beach and ridiculous public displays of affection. I’m here. For. It.