#romance humour

[thewondermentofillustration]

Bonnes Amies - Je voudrais tant avoir un bébé de toi ! - Pourquoi faire ? - Pour le montrer à ta femme !

Good Friends - I would like so much to have a baby from you! - What for? - To show it to your wife!     -- Ferdinand-Sigismond Bach, Le Rire (The Laugh; French Comic), 25 May, 1907

#Ferdinand-Sigismond BachFerdinand-Sigismond Bach #Bac #French cartoonist #1900s #1907 #le rire #comic #vintage comic #illustration #vintage illustration #affair #romance humour #g;a #glamour #fashion

[sad-endings-suck]

“Why would you even ship that character with anybody?! He’s basically irredeemable to me—“

TO YOU!! He’s irredeemable to you. But some of us are silly geese that like our men to be the sexy, sad, feral, pathetic wet cats that they really are deep down, because we aren’t allergic to joy.

Is that okay with you??!? Is that permissible in the eyes of the Chronically Online Board of Hypothetical Ethics and Human Resources for Fictional Characters That Are Not Real™️®️.

You can go enjoy your curated selection of stale two dimensional wonderbread men in the corner, like the misguided pitiful lost soul that you are. the rest of us will be enjoying ourselves as our pathetic wet rag himbos and twinks kneel on the ground and beg to taste pussy/cock so hard they nearly come, like real men. just as god herself intended.

#but good luck on your pending prosecutions!! #I’ve heard that no one has actually ever convicted a fictional character of war crimes before but who knows!! you could be the first. #and then you’ll know that all those long hard hours you spent typing away were actually for nothing #because ✨real life✨ lawyers get paid but you did all that shit for free. you goofy ass bitch #okay okay #that was all meant to be humours and done in good faith but i MAY have gotten SLIGHTLY carried away. possibly #for real tho this wasn’t prompted by anyone or anything in particular i’m just stoned #🍃 thoughts #tumblr sexyman #bg3 astarion #bg3 gale #bg3 wyll #bg3 halsin #taigen blue eye samurai #taigen #taimizu #bg3 memes #bg3 romance #asoiaf meta #jaime lannister #braime #reylo #kylo ren #klaroline #johnny silverhand #zutara #cp2077 #eric northman #true blood #captain jack sparrow

[mattw83]

Miraculous Minisode 49

The date comes to its finale, a dance in the night to a melody of romance, the two embrace in a kiss...

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#miraculous ladybug #mlb #miraculous comic #mlb fanart #comic #mlb au #chloe bourgeois #miraculoustalesofladybugandcatnoir #luka couffaine #comic strip #yonkoma #zoe lee #sabrina raincomprix #rose lavillant #juleka couffaine #humour #romance

[arctic-bandar]

Pehle khud ka pasandida mard/aurat bano phir kisi aur ka sochna

#desiblr #desi tumblr #desi tag #desi teen #tumblr #desi vibe #being desi #dark academia #desi problems #desi people #indian aesthetic #desi indian #desi love #desi romance #relationship #relatable memes #desi memes #humour #desi shitposting

[13-frinfransstudios]

When you badly want to write that one scene now but you're still in this one boring scene that has to happen in order for that one scene to make sense

#this is how it feels like writing slow burn #weird #writing #writers #writers on tumblr #writer #tumblr writers #writerblr #being a writer #thoughts #writing stuff #am writing #novel writing #romance writing #story writing #the writing life #tumblr writing community #writing community #writing humor #writing humour #writing problems #writing life #writing memes #writing things

[dramioneasks]

Can u please recommend some full length rom-com style dramione

Random recs:

Benefits By: artemisgirl - M, one-shot - “I’m trying to make a case for why she should marry me,” Draco told him, scowling as Harry started laughing. “If I want an upgrade from ‘friends with benefits’ to 'husband with benefits'—” … When Draco Malfoy realizes that 'friends with benefits’ just isn’t enough anymore, he begins to strategize on how to get Hermione to commit to more.

Hot for Teacher - MotherofBulls - E, 26 chapters - Draco is a single dad trying to raise a teenager on his own. When he notices his son’s newfound interest in girls, he takes it upon himself to give him some fatherly advice. Little does he know that his son’s crush is none other than his own childhood nemesis, who has taken up the post of Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor at Hogwarts. Draco tries to juggle awkward situations, parenthood, and his own budding interest in Hermione Granger. Part 1 of “This Is Everything” series. COMPLETE!

The Bargain by Lincolepog - M, 29 chapters, Words: 102,657  - Heading back to Hogwarts for his 7th year, Draco Malfoy is given a very interesting deal from Hermione Granger; to play the role of her fake boyfriend. As time goes on, they learn to get passed their differences, but is it enough? What will it cost the two of them?

Starving by CharliPetidei - E, 5 chapters - Hermione has everything figured out. Sex is like food. Club nights are far too expensive. And men belong in the category of 'things that are more faff than they're worth'. You know, like hair straightening charms, lingerie, and mathematical integration. This is a story about food and sex, though not at the same time. Winner of best fluff, best smut, and runner-up for best use of prompt in the Dramione Fanfiction Forum's 2020 'Sounds Like Dramione' comp.

Draco Malfoy and the Mortifying Ordeal of Being in Love by isthisselfcare - E, 36 chapters, Words: 199,584 - Hermione straddles the Muggle and Magical worlds as a medical researcher and Healer about to make a big discovery. Draco is an Auror assigned to protect her from forces unknown – to both of their displeasure. Features hyper-competent, fiery Hermione and lazy, yet dangerous, Draco. Slow burn.

Bad Books and Second Looks - GracefulLioness - E, 10 chapters - Hermione has not been lucky in love. When a break-up forces her to find a new flat, she thinks she’s hit the jackpot. Until she realises that she might just be falling for her new flatmate’s boyfriend. Perhaps when Ginny lends her some of her steamy romance novels, her luck will change.

You Make Me Shiver and Shake by Stargazing121 - M, 16 chapters - Draco is an artistic genius, Hermione a budding art agent. But once they start to work together, will they be able to resist the growing attraction between them? “I’m not going to take you on as an art client!” Hermione scoffed. “Why not Granger,” he said. His tone was silky, like the sound of fine cloth running through your hands. “You know there has always been something between us.” “That won’t work on me,” she answered flatly. “Ok, I admit that was pushing it.” He shrugged, “But pushing against beautiful women is what I do best Granger.” “Not that either.” “Damn it, I forgot that trying to flirt with you was like flirting with a slug. Actually, I think I’d get more luck with the slug.” “You’d make a lovely couple. You’re certainly as slippery,” Hermione said. “I can think of someone I would rather form a partnership with,” he said, his voice low and almost a whisper.

Clueless - jacemorgensterns - T, one-shot - Draco is a college student living in an apartment with his roommate Theo. He occasionally gets into trouble and always gets away with it. When his luck is threatening to turn on him Hermione comes to to the rescue and an agreement between them forms that eventually spirals out of control. A Dramione romcom AU with as many romcom tropes I could fit in from Draco’s point of view. One-shot.

Fate Has It In For Me by jigglyjelly28 - T, 39 chapters, Words: 196,573 - “Seeing as you two have driven me half-mad over these few months with your Veela heritage problem, I thought that it would be perhaps, in Pureblood politeness, that you at least give a suitable explanation of what you’ve been doing.” Draco was told he was a Veela years ago but forgot. He’s been told again and has a year to find his Mate.

Accidental Proposal - CJRed - M, 36 chapters, Words: 108,673 - Hermione finds out that she is really a Nott, and there are so many rules to being a Pureblood, too bad Draco Malfoy seems to have forgotten one of the most important rules of all! Hermione/Draco. Theo and Hermione are siblings. Ignores epilogue and off canon in some other places as well. Set in 8th year. Language, Fluff, and Lemons. Complete.

-Lisa

#anonymous #romance #humour

[noorpersona]

Photographs (Tsukishima x Reader Pt. 1)

You had been accepted to do a foreign exchange student program in Japan. For the rest of your high school career, you would be living in a completely different country and culture, filled with people with different mannerisms from you.

And you couldn’t be more thrilled.

From a young age you had been studying the country, its culture, and their language. Reading, writing, and speaking for hours on end ever since you were nine. It simply enthralled you, for no particular reason. While it’ll never be the most useful language, you didn’t care. You found beauty in it, and it made you happy.

So, when you found an opportunity at your local high school to travel to the country you always wanted to, you jumped at the chance. Your parents were a little hesitant at first, not exactly keen to the thought of their child leaving for a huge majority of the year, but, to your honest surprise, you had managed to convince them after few weeks of begging. The easy part was getting accepted; Since you spoke the language at a high level, they couldn’t have found a better candidate. All that was left was the paperwork and the preparations necessary.

Which only took a whole year.

To say you were impatient was a bit of an understatement, but once you had completed your first year at your local high school, they had given you the exciting news that next year you would be attending Karasuno High school in Miyagi. You were so ecstatic that the next couple of weeks flew by and soon you were on the plane heading to your greatest dream true.

When you got off the plane, you were greeted by your host family that you would be staying with for the rest of the program. It was quite a small family, with a single mother and two brothers. Not that you had minded. The mother and the oldest son, Akiteru, his name was, seemed quite nice actually, both exhibiting a friendly and pleasant aura. They were comforting to talk to and had settled any kind of nerves you had mustered on the plane.

You wish you could same about the other one.

The other boy, Kei, who was your age and was going to be going to the same school as you, seemed extremely cold and distant. He hadn’t even said hello, but just looked at you funny. As if you were already somehow an inconvenience to him. He also was extremely intimidating, with not only his lackluster enthusiasm, but his almost 6’3 stature. He seemed to loom over you, eyes screaming distaste and annoyance. When egged on by his brother to ‘loosen up’, he had uttered the most exhausted greeting, not bothering to listen to yours before turning to leave to the baggage area. Flipping his headphones to his ears and leaving any sort of social opportunity to get to know you.

If it weren’t for the physical similarities, you wouldn’t even think he was related to the other two. Definitely a black sheep if you’ve ever seen one.

But nevertheless, you wouldn’t let him ruin your experience. He was a speed bump at most, and it sure as hell wouldn’t stop you.

That was your initial mindset. And while he certainly didn’t stop you, he did manage to make it all kinds of shitty.

During the first month of you living with his family, Kei hadn’t said a single word to you. He was always in his room and acted like he didn’t even know you existed. The only time you’d ever see him, was during dinner. And even then, he acted like he didn’t know you, not saying a single word as he quickly ate everything and marched right back up to his room.

Now, you didn’t mind if someone didn’t like you. You weren’t a child; You knew that not everyone gets along. But it seemed liked he hated you for simply existing; without even giving you a chance. And it frustrated you. Yet, you couldn’t figure out why it bothered you as much as it did.

You didn’t even know him, and still, it was one of the most infuriating things you’ve ever experienced.

Over the course of the days, (That felt more like months) you had reasoned that why it angered you so much was that it almost always was you and him alone together in the house. You had learned later on that Akiteru was a college student, so he rented a small apartment and only visited for the holidays, and that their mother’s job required her to often have full time shifts to support you all securely.

You figured that you were just insulted that you were the only option in this empty, silent house, and Kei still chose to not speak to you; opting to be left in virtual loneliness.

But you wouldn’t dare admit that it hurt you more than it should’ve.

To add on to the list of problems, since school wouldn’t start for another two weeks, you were basically stuck with yourself. Which got boring really quickly, but manageable, nonetheless.

You moved on and acted as though you weren’t bothered; Simply figuring that if Kei was that much of a prick that didn’t want to speak with you it was his loss and your gain. School started, and the first term flew by. Not being cooped up in a house with someone that seemed to hate your guts proved useful to you, making some decent friends by the end of it, and soon the second term had started.

To your surprise, during those months he did start talking to you, but in classic asshole fashion, it was only to annoy you.

(Maybe it was the fact that he saw you thriving, but it’s not like he’ll ever admit it).

Apparently, the man had the frustrating abilities to make fun of anything he put his mind to. To your dismay, this meant your clothes, the way you talked (Heaven forbid you mess something up in Japanese), your looks, your friends, and countless other little things.

It seemed that misery really did enjoy company, since Kei clearly couldn’t stand the thought of you being happy, for some inexplicable reason.

Each and every comment had started to pile up inside you, and with each new one, your patience grew thinner and thinner for the tall blonde boy.

You had tried to let the little things go, since you could clearly tell that Kei was one of those people who loved getting a reaction out of others. Countless adults from speeches, presentations and logic said that if you showed you didn’t care, he would stop.

But he didn’t. In fact, it made him all the more relentless.

He’d constantly torment you, no matter what you did. You found that whether or not you ignored him was irrelevant. So, if it didn’t matter, you realized that at least you didn’t have to take his shit sitting down.

If he wanted to play mean, you could play mean.

You slowly started fighting back, and that only caused him to fight back harder. He seemed to like a challenge and boy did you hate to lose. It went on like this for some time, your ‘relationship’ only growing more and more tense all the while filling with more annoyance and hatred for the other person. You enjoyed watching him reel back for a second, seeing him process if what you said was correct at first, but it had started to get exhausting extremely quickly.

It got to the point where all you wanted now was for him to stop. Not have anything else to say. Not have the last word in an argument. To say something and have him be silent. To see with your own eyes, him flustered and struggle to form words in anger and embarrassment. Just one time would make you satisfied. To give him a taste of his own medicine, and you would die happy with your life choices.

You were snapped out of your daydreaming when your history teacher stated he had just assigned a partnered task. To create a presentation about an influential moment in Japanese history. You have to stop a groan of pain from escaping your throat. It was just your luck. Although you’ve never loved the concept of group work, with too many bad experiences in group projects, to add on to the shitlist, this was the one class that you had no friends in. So, in torment, you had to watch the excited students go to their chosen partners desk and wait until the teacher had to pick a partner for you from the scraps of the useless souls left behind.

At least until Kei had walked up to your desk.

You blink. You had forgotten he was in this class; you never paid him any mind in school, with him only talking to you to try and annoy you and all. You whistle lowly.

“What a surprise. I don’t remember summoning a minion of the Antichrist.” Your tone is dry, not even having to look to know that Kei is rolling his eyes.

“And I don’t remember asking to have you in my house. Things happen.” You scoff.

“What do you want, Tsukki?” You coo, using a mocking tone. After you found out that Kei had a friend, and accepted the reality that someone out there genuinely wanted to be his friend, used that nickname, you refused to let it go. You were quite happy with the way he reacted to it. He glares at you hard, and you only smile. He lets it go after a moment, and you watch is distaste as his face returns to the calm and indifferent expression that you’ve come to despise.

“Let’s work together.” He said simply. There’s a beat of silence as you process the words.

You.

And Kei.

Working together… On a project that would require a lot of time… Hours, even days…

…

Yeah, that isn’t happening.

You didn’t have to say anything, just with the quirk of a brow, you showed your hesitation. Or more like ‘Even if Hell freezes over, or if pigs fly, I still wouldn’t say yes’. He just tsked, as if you were a toddler not getting a simple concept. You felt your nails dig into your palms.

How did he always manage to get on your nerves so easily?

“We already live in the same house. It would be easier than trying to meet up with others.” Kei spelled it out for you, and you look away. Unfortunately, he did have a point. And even more so, Kei wasn’t an idiot. Sure, he acted like a complete jackass, but he did have good grades. Better than yours at least. And you needed to do well on this assignment too. You sigh, not seeing any real reason to say no.

But you weren’t going down without a fight.

“Guess you really favour convenience over your asshole ways.” You click your tongue as the bell’s rings, signalling that the period is over. His reaction is cut off by that sound. You sigh heavily, before giving in.

“Alright.” He nods and goes back to his seat to collect his stuff. He walks away you feel a pit start to form in your stomach.

Suddenly you don’t want to go home.

~~

The rest of the day had gone by smoothly enough, with you and Kei having different classes, the project had flown out of your mind. It was a Friday, so you had planned to walk home with your friends, and maybe get some food on the way. It would be a nice way to unwind and relax from a stressful week.

Key word *planned. *

Just as school was over you received a text from yours truly.

Are you going straight home?

You raise a brow at your phone. What did it matter to him?

No. I’m hanging out with some friends.

Which ones?

Does it matter?

**Not anymore. Stay until I’m done practice. **

You stop to stare. He’s never asked you to stay before. He’s actually quite quick to push you anyway when it came to his practice. Not that you minded.

Why?

**It’s important. **

Care to explain?

**Just wait until after practice. **

Kei, I have plans.

Kei?

You let out a frustrated grunt, trying to decide what to do. About ninety percent of you wanted to forget that Kei ever existed and go out anyway, but the other ten percent is nagging you with the fact that he said it was important. It could be anything, and it could be serious. Ultimately, you gave into that ten percent, with a curse to your conscience and a grit of your teeth you cancelled your plans with your friends and went to sit in the library.

For the next five hours.

You were pretty sure that your soul had left your body when Kei finally texted you.

Where are you?

Library

You saw outside the doors, so you finally got up and went to him, your mind going insane over what could be so important that you wasted your precious Friday. But he doesn’t say anything, only looking to you and walking to the entrance of the school to begin to walk home. You recoil with an extremely confused expression, having to jog to reach him. He doesn’t say anything as you catch up to him. You clear your throat. He turns to look at you, raising a brow.

“What?” You give him a look of disbelief.

“What do you mean ‘what?’ You made me miss my plans for something ‘important’. I’d like to know what it is.” You finish, hands on your hips. Kei simply looks you up and down, like he’s measuring you. You can feel your blood pressure start to raise.

“We need to work on our project. Let’s work on it after dinner.” If this was a cartoon, your jaw would’ve hit the floor, then maybe there would be steam coming out of your ears.

This bastard just kept surprising you. It’s like he wanted to find new levels of low. You couldn’t even believe he just did that. How could someone be so petty?

“Are you fucking serious?! I had to stay afterschool for five hours so you could tell me something that fucking stupid?!” You could barely think straight, not even having the mental capacity to come up with something witty. Kei rolls his shoulders, causally stretching while you’re about to combust, lazy smirk adorning his face. You’ve never wanted to slap a smile off more…

“You didn’t have to stay.” You almost choke.

“You said-”

“Exactly. ‘Said’. I never forced you to do anything. You could’ve left at anytime.” You let out a lot of strained sounds. What kind of argument was that? Couldn’t he just for once, let go of his pride and accept he was an all-around asshole? You saw red.

“You know what? I’ve seen a lot of shit in my day, but you are the most immature, petty-” Kei cuts you off.

“Anything new to say? I’ve heard it all before, trust me.” You practically growl. You see him smile even wider out of the corner of you eye. This was what he wanted. Remember, all he wants is a reaction. That thought calms you down considerably. You take a huge, tired sigh, all of your previous energy gone. He was like a parasite, you realized. He completely drained your being. Not to mention annoying as fuck.

“What Yamaguchi sees in you; I’ll never know.” Kei shrugs. “Heard that one too.” Kei slips on his headphones, clearly seeing that you’re not going to be entertaining him anytime soon.

One of these days, you’ll get him back. Just be patient.

The rest of your walk was spent daydreaming about that day.

~~

Kei had told you to meet up in his room to start working on the project, so after a silent fuming dinner, you had reasonably calmed down enough and gotten the necessary supplies and knocked on his door. You seriously considered barging in to tell him to fuck himself and the project, but your grade average was at stake, and your schoolwork was something you could never risk over some stupid boy. You decided to bite the bullet, taking a deep breath, and attempt to let all of your previous irritation wash over you as he calls through the door.

“Come in.” You open the door to his room and take a look around. To no one’s shock, you had never actually been in Kei’s room before, not really needing or wanting a reason to do so. It was fairly neat, with huge white desk and matching white walls with his volleyball jersey set cleanly on top. A couple of shelfs with some plushies of dinosaurs that you decided not to comment on but kept stored for future mockery. Boringly enough though, it just looked like a boy’s room, which did give your ‘Kei is the source of all evil on earth’ theory a few heavy hits. You didn’t realise you were staring until Kei pulled you out of it.

“Are we going to do some work? Or are you just going to stand there gawking?” You glared at him slightly.

“Well how often do you get to see the Devil’s lair? This might be the last thing I ever see if I don’t get out here alive…” You mumble the last bit, ignoring his eye roll, before sitting down on his bed, spreading out all your work material on the mattress. Once finished you both just looked at each other.

Now what?

“Uh… So… What do you think we should do our project on?” You ask awkwardly. Kei looks at you like you’re suddenly the biggest inconvenience known to man. You resist the urge to throw your notebook at his very hittable face.

“How should I know?” You snort in annoyance. Someone’s cranky. Is it his time of the month?

“Well sorry I was asking my partner a question about the project we’re both assigned to work on. We must alert the church elders at my audacity.” You can hear him ‘tsk’ loudly, his swivelling chair moving to face away from you, slightly. You can’t help but roll your eyes at his pettiness.

This wasn’t going to lead anywhere, and you really wanted to get this over with. You take another deep breath, attempting to be the bigger person.

“Okay, how about we both start by researching some important events, then choose from there?” Kei takes you suggestion into consideration, before turning away from you.

“Fine.”

And with that he opened his computer and when down to it. You as well opened up your laptop and started your research. Things start to move better than you would’ve thought, because after about twenty minutes of searching, discussing, arguing you both finally decided to go with the Atomic Bomb dropping, with it piquing both Kei’s and your interest.

Well, with it piquing your interest and Kei being indifferent rather than disgusted at the ‘shitty’ choice.

You soon started researching, both going into your own little worlds, writing notes, and finding new sources. In the middle of the session, Kei had randomly got up and left the room. You assumed it was to get a drink or use the washroom.

You didn’t take any notice to him leaving, too focused on the task at hand. You had been taking notes on the event and had gone to set down your pencil to remove a rebellious strand of hair that had been getting in the way of your vision. Truthfully, Kei’s bed wasn’t the sturdiest material to study on, so when you set your pencil to the side, it had obeyed the laws of physics and rolled off, making a sound as it clattered on the wooded floor.

Sighing tiredly, you lean over the edge of the bed to look for the astray pencil, only to find it underneath his nightstand. Reaching your hand into the darkness to grab the pencil, you felt a small piece of folded paper near it. Curious, you picked it up and brushed it slightly. It had been covered in dust, lost, and forgotten.

You unfold the small piece of paper, like any person would, to find a picture. It looked to be an older picture; Maybe couple years at the least, with the colours fading and the edges being tattered, you guess.

Though the colours were fading, you could see the photo just fine. In the photo was a small boy, outside with trees surrounding what looked to be a park. He had a volleyball in his hands, the hugeness of the ball showing just how tiny his hands were. He wore a huge smile, the ones that were contagious, but with light hints of a smug and cheeky attitude; The kind of attitude that only looks cute with kids. With warm blonde hair, rosy cheeks, and huge black glasses sliding down the bridge of his small nose. You couldn’t put off the fact that he looked extremely familiar…

A light switch flicked in your head, putting two and two together.

Oh my God.

That’s Kei!

…

That’s Kei?!

You let out a small laugh of shock as you inspected the picture closer.

He looks so different. Well, not really. Physically speaking, they were basically a shot for shot remake, but just the energy of Kei in and photo and Kei now was astoundingly different. Just looking at the photo made you smile. He seemed like such a happy kid. Not to mention completely and totally adorable.

I wonder what happened…

Well, he grew up, that’s what happened. You thought cynically. But he had to have kept some of that childlike wonder and happiness. The debate continued on in your head. He was only fifteen after all, but it seemed like it had been stripped from him, and pretty early on. Thinking about that made your heart feel heavy, but you had managed to brush it off just as Kei had came back into the room. While you hadn’t noticed his return, he sees you on the bed, not working, holding a small photo, and looking at it with the stupidest smile he had ever seen on you. To say he was a little confused was an understatement.

“What are you doing?” His voice makes you jump, looking up at him. You don’t respond as you look back the old photo, then back at him. Now that you actually think about it, he’s still pretty cute.

You pause at your own thoughts.

Woah okay, that came out of nowhere.

You shake it off as you finally go to respond, the smile still plastered on your face, not able to stop. “Look at what I found.” You sing with small giggles, getting up as you show Kei his photo. His face is priceless. It’s a mix of confusion, realization, then complete and total mortification. You can’t hide your laugh as he tries to snatch the photo, but you pull it to you before he had the chance.

“Where did you find that?!” He shouts, and you laugh harder.

“Your worst nightmares, apparently. Look at how cute you were!” You say between wheezes, laughing so hard your stomach started to hurt. You hold the picture to your chest when he tries again to grab it from you. He covers his face in his hands before giving you the hardest glare you’ve ever seen. And if it were any other situation, you would’ve been scared shitless, but the glare loses all intimidation when you see his cheeks and ears are flushed pink.

He’s blushing. He’s cute when he blushes. You take a mental picture of this moment as your laughter dies back down to small giggles.

“Give. It. Back.” He holds his hand out, expecting you to be completely compliant. You weren’t going to give in that easily. It was thrilling to see him embarrassed. Seeing him so flustered that he couldn’t form words.

The satisfaction was almost addicting.

You had always thought Kei needed a taste of his own medicine, to see just how bitter it was. Also, you wanted to keep the photo. It was just so precious, you bet that you could look at it after having the worst day and instantly feel better.

So, dawning his trademark smirk, you boldly utter the words.

“Make me.”

You two hold each others’ eyes for a couple seconds, fighting a power struggle, and you clearly winning. But without any kind of warning, he charges at you, using his long arms to try and reach the photo. You laugh at his attempt and quickly step back from him, going into the centre of the room, and extend your arm behind your back.

“Why do you even want the stupid picture?” He spits, extremely irritated, not to mention embarrassed, and you smirk. Oh, how the roles have reversed. You could see why he enjoyed it so much. It was an absolute riot.

“Are you kidding? This picture can make the usual unbothered Tsukishima Kei act like an embarrassed schoolgirl. This thing is gold. Plus, you’re adorable.” You add, and Kei blushes harder. Your eyes widen at an idea popping in your head.

“I wonder how your volleyball team would react to this picture…” You say excited, and Kei widens his eyes in, dare you say it, fear.

“You wouldn’t dare.” You scoff. He clearly doesn’t know how serious you are. You were fully prepared to give him Hell. You hum.

“To be honest, normally I wouldn’t, but those five hours I spent in the library today have really changed me. You know, as a person.” As soon as you finished that sentence, Kei had had started trying even harder to get that photo away from you. Each time trying to reach your arm with newfound vigor, with you stepping back each time he got close. Eventually, after playing for a little while, he was actually managing to overpower you, which isn’t a surprise. With those arms and legs there was only a matter of seconds until you would be backed into a corner.

So you decided to broaden the playing field.

“C’mon Kei~ Try a little harder, won’t you?” You teased, waving the picture in front of you, like a matador with a very, very angry bull. Once again, he reached for you, long arms trying to reach the photo you held behind your back, not expecting you to also pull his door open and dash out of his room, not even trying to contain your laughs as he stumbled through his doorway, letting out an angry groan.

His misstep gave you enough time to run down the stairs, and all the way down to the dining area. He was right on your tail though, sprinting to you, ending up on the other side of the table. Staring you down with heavy, infuriated eyes.

Neither of you move, the room being filled with only gasps for breath and your small giggles.

“You’re acting like a child.” Kei spits at you, perhaps hoping for a response that wasn’t a simple shrug, with you accepting the insult all the while dawning a lazy grin slapped on your face.

“Probably. But this is most fun I’ve had in this house. And you’re playing along. So, aren’t we both the children here?” He doesn’t respond, taking your moment of contemplation as his chance, running around the table, and attempting to reach the photograph in your hand.

Your reaction wasn’t fast enough, running away from the table but not far enough to keep a safe distance. You were so concerned with where he was that you didn’t see the couch behind you, legs hitting the front of the cushions. The movement way too strong for you to stay balanced.

Out of pure instinct, and with Kei being the closest upright object to you, you grabbed at him.

Apparently, he hadn’t been expecting you to grab him, and with such force too, because when you fell you had taken him down with you, both landing on the couch. Hard. You both make sounds of surprise before falling on top of each other.

You could feel his weight on you, and you struggled to move as he used his arms to push himself up, looking directly at you. His face was still flushed pink, you bet yours was too. You could feel the mood instantly change, from hatefully playful to…

Not.

You two were so close you could feel his breath on your skin, but you didn’t care. Both of you hadn’t said anything, staring at each other still, until ultimately you realized what kind of position you both were in.

Kei was between your legs, his pushing your thighs apart. You had unconsciously hooked your legs around his thin hips. When did that happen? You were so close that your chests were bumping into each other with every breath; His arms had caging your face in, causing you to only be able to look at him.

Your face and heart exploded.

“Uh-uhm… Kei?” You whispered, not being able to say anything louder. He continued staring, not saying a single word. You could tell from his eyes that he was lost in thought, weirdly. You try to snap him out of it.

“Kei, you’re crushing me- “

“Shut up.”

Kei out of nowhere, slams his mouth on yours. You freeze, and so does your mind. Your body stiffens, but Kei doesn’t stop. The kiss is aggressive, on his part at least, pouring out all of his frustrations into that single kiss. Your teeth clack together but you still don’t respond, and Kei starts getting impatient, and bites your lip. Not hard to draw blood, but hard enough to make you gasp. With your mouth open, he pushes his tongue in and that’s when you finally start to react. Feeling the bottom of stomach start to heat up, your mind buzzing, and your body giving you weird sensations, you slowly kiss him back, forgetting all common sense.

You could feel his smugness coming off in waves about that fact that you had started to respond, so put him in his place, you ran your hand up his arm to the back of his head. You comb your fingers through his amazingly soft fluffy hair and tug a little harder than necessary. He groans in slight pain. The sound sends shivers down your spine.

Things begin to get more heated, the kisses becoming longer and sloppier when Kei decides to run his hand up your thigh, leaving you to let out a soft mewl. His hand goes to rest on your hip, when he goes to kiss your cheek, down your jaw all the way to your neck. He gets into a rhythm there, with kissing, licking, sucking, and even biting lightly all down your neck. After some experimenting, he had found out where the most sensitive parts were, and absolutely ravished them. By then you were an absolute mess, hair sticking in all directions, lips swollen, a light sheen of sweat covering your body, and a completely destroyed neck much to Kei’s pleasure. His hands had gone from your hips to your back, pulling you up so he wouldn’t have to crane his neck as much. His mouth reaches where your neck meets your shoulder, and starts leave light butterfly kisses, clearly teasing you. You whine in protest, but he just chuckles.

You tug his hair to indicate that you want him to face you again, once he removes his face from your neck you lock your lips with his. He returns it immediately, taking his hand to go under your shirt and rub your warm and slightly sweaty skin. You let out a light sigh.

Then it all stops.

The warmth, the kisses, his hands, his body, everything. You hadn’t realized that you closed your eyes until you open them, to see Kei looking down on you, smirking as if he just won the lottery. In his hand, was the photo.

“I win.” He declares, as he rips up the photo and throws it in the trash. He goes to sit down in his desk, wiping his lips and sitting on the couch causally, as if nothing even happened. You can’t say anything, your brain too stunned.

You inhale all the air you had lost in those moments, feeling the cogs in your mind turn as you abruptly stand, confused with all the new sensations and feelings that just happened.

And with Kei of all people.

Kei…

“Y-yeah, I guess you did.” You mutter, averting your eyes and refusing to look at him, knowing that his eyes were burning holes in your back.

“Let’s work the project some other time.” You say quickly as you practically run to your room, slamming the door, and sliding down it. Running your fingers on your lips before burying your hand in your arms. Face burning with red hot embarrassment and shame.

What in the fuck just happened?

#fanfic #haikyuu #writing #humour #tsukishima kei #tsukishima x reader #hq angst #hq anime #romance #slightly suggestive

[crazy-together-reddie]

looking at the easter memes frank’s posting on his story and realising my dad has literally already sent me all of these makes me want to break down and sob

#i cant do this #dad humour is just wild #dad memes and shit #frank iero #my chemical romance #mcr #my chem #frank mcr

[diana-bookfairchild]

@hinnymicrofic

September Prompts Day 21: Murderous

Harry was the Man Who Conquered. The Head Auror.

And he had never faced a situation quite so tense.

Ginny fixed him with a murderous gaze before slowly moving her eyes to her brother. “Which of you was it,” she said in a low, dangerous voice that typically preceded hexes, most likely the Bat-Bogey variety. “I want the truth. Now.”

Harry was used to making decisions on the fly, but this was ridiculous.

“Answer the question, boys,” Hermione said disapprovingly, perching on the couch, her book closed for once.

Harry made an executive decision.

“It was Ron,” he threw his best mate under the bus with no small amount of remorse.

“Harry!” Ron cried out in betrayal as both women honed in on him with murderous gazes and flared nostrils akin to bloodthirsty hellhounds (he ought to know; he had a case related to them not two months ago).

“Did you do it, Ron?” Ginny asked, now very calmly. Somehow, this was worse than the angry tone. Hermione was fingering her wand as she stood up, also very calmly.

Harry loved his girlfriend and best friend. He really, really did.

He was just also extremely scared of them, as any sane person would be.

“I cannot believe this,” Hermione intoned lowly. “From you of all people. I would’ve expected this kind of impulsivity and short-sightedness from Harry—”

“Hey,” Harry cut in broodingly, because doing suicidal reckless things was kind of in his nature, but shut up when Ginny raised an eyebrow.

“But not from you,” Hermione shook her head sadly, ignoring Harry completely, which he was grateful for, but also a little offended by. “How could you?”

“Hermione, c’mon, I didn’t mean to do it!” Ron cried out desperately, confirming his guilt and sealing his fate.

Then he proved just how little Harry’s friendship meant to him.

“Harry was the one who brought it up, anyway.”

“Ron,” Harry said hoarsely, disbelievingly, as the girls’ murderous looks were trained once again on him.

“You started it, mate,” Ron shook his head sadly too, proving he spent far too much time with Hermione.

“Harry,” Ginny said slowly. “Did you bring up the party to Mum?” Hermione stared at him incredulously.

Harry saw his life flash before his eyes.

He could lie to the press, the whole world, his coworkers, the Weasleys, even Ron and Hermione and Teddy, but he couldn’t lie to Ginny.

He took a deep breath. Steeled himself.

“Yes. I did.”

“How could you?” Ginny whispered. Harry could swear there were tears in her eyes, but Ginny Weasley never cried. “Do you realize what this means for us, Harry? What the next three months of our life are going to be like?”

“I know,” Harry nodded. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.”

Hermione sighed. “Of course you didn’t,” she murmured.

Ron made an indignant noise. “Why is it when Harry’s to blame you two go all soft and when I am you look murderous?” He complained.

The girls threw scathing looks at him. “We haven’t forgotten that you’re the one who dealt the final blow, brother,” Ginny said threateningly.

Ron gulped and shut up, because he had a sense of self-preservation.

“I’m sorry,” Harry repeated, because despite how ridiculous it sounded, he could display some self-preservation too. Occasionally.

“I know you are,” Ginny said soothingly, murderous expression disappearing, as she hugged him and kissed his cheek. Hermione sighed and sheathed her wand.

“I hope you know we’re leaving all the work to you,” Hermione informed them.

Harry and Ron blanched, exchanging looks.

“We know nothing about party planning,” Ron said flatly.

“Well, you should’ve thought of that before promising Mum our help,” Ginny smiled, showing all her teeth. “Unless you’d like to also be the one to tell her we can’t.”

Harry would, quite frankly, rather face Voldemort again.

Ever since the extended Weasley family (which consisted of most of the Order and the DA along with the actual blood family) had started marrying and having children, getting together on days such as Christmas and birthdays had become nigh impossible.

Mr. Weasley had discovered the American holiday of Thanksgiving, and his wife had decided that was the one day every single person of their acquaintance would sequester themselves in the Burrow and celebrate.

It was the most exclusive event of the year, according to Witch Weekly, and Mrs. Weasley’s mania regarding it exceeded even her grief after the war and the craziness of her children’s weddings.

And Harry and Ron had just promised to help her plan and organize it, something the others took literal vacations to avoid (George and Angelina were currently in Botswana; Percy, Audrey and Oliver were pretending to be sick while definitely not being so; Bill, Fleur and Victoire had escaped to France; Neville was apparently swamped with work at the office while Harry knew he was tending to plants in his terrarium all day; Teddy had suddenly started throwing tantrums with destructive accidental magic again according to Andromeda; Kingsley was assigning himself paperwork, which was truly desperate).

“We’ll do the work,” Harry said defeatedly, Ron nodding morosely beside him.

Nothing for it, after all.

Ginny smiled and kissed him, which made his outlook a lot more positive.

She was worth the entire world.

Even spending his days buried in invitations, letters from various great-aunts and fifth and sixth cousins, gifts, catering orders and décor options.

#fanfiction #fanfic #harry potter #friendship #hinny #romance #post war #canon compliant #golden trio #romione #ginny weasley #ron weasley #hermione granger #hp fanfic #hp fandom #harry james potter #humour

[harlowtales]

Tonight was THE night. Jack was having a private Private Garden after party and somehow one of your friends got some strings pulled to get in. Even though you didn’t really look it you were older than them and although you loved Jack, you weren’t sure you wanted to go to an after party with a bunch of kids. You had your fun at the show, but your friends dragged you out past your bedtime when you’d rather be curled up with a good book. Leaning against a wall in a dark corner of the party Jack’s friend Phil spotted you and went to report to Sunni and the guys that “a real baddie” had walked in. “Dude.” Phil told Sunni already a little tipsy “Something real fucking sweet just walked in.”

“Oh yeah?” Sunni said “Where…oh shit” he said when Phil pointed you out to him. “Thanks for letting me know, I’ll take it from here.” He said checking his breath.

“Um I think I got this.” Urban said stepping in front of Phil and Sunni. Jack hadn’t arrived yet.

You had you hair in a sleek ponytail with cute baggy jeans, a Jack Harlow tshirt and New Balance sneakers. Your friends criticized you for dressing so “old skool” but the guys were really digging it.

Suddenly the lights went dimmer and you joined your friends on the dance floor. Jack entered the party and immediately you were pointed out to him because everyone was talking about you. All the girls were dressed up but you. You looked fresh and cute but really you just wanted to enjoy the show and weren’t too concerned about what you were wearing. You had on your fave perfume and earrings so nothing else mattered. Jack could see everyone wanted a piece of you. Talk behind the DJ booth was who had dibs. He hung back a bit and waited to see what would happen. He was the alpha male there so wasn’t too concerned things would eventually work in his best interests. He decided to let his boys get worked up about you and then make his move.

“Shout out to girls that wear concert T’s and baggy jeans.” He said into the mic as he started to spin his own tracks and half-perform the songs. Up this close he was much better looking than you even thought and very tall. You had no idea what was transpiring behind the DJ booth. You blushed when he said that.

“I think there’s a room in the back…” Copeland said

“Naw I ain’t fucking nobody with y’all around. You will definitely feel insecure because of my massive dick and that wouldn’t be fair.” Phil said with a straight face. Out of all the guys he was not the one that pulled all the ladies as he was ginger and chubby.

Trap Steve chimed in “I can’t believe I’m saying this but I agree with Phil. I say we go at it one-by-one and no shady shit like making her wasted. She says no and all bets are off.”

PART 2

“Hey.” You heard a deep south smooth as bourbon voice say to you.

You turned around to see Urban looking at you like a whole snack but he was warm and friendly. Any other guy you probably would’ve rolled your eyes. “Hey.” Is all you could manage to say back.

He was even more handsome in person with a T-shirt completely open at the sides exposing his toned body. He flashed a sexy grin. “Where you from?” He asked sweetly

“Not here.” You said cooly. You were leaning against the bar casually sipping your drink trying to process Urban fucking Wyatt talking to you…INTERESTED in you. You had to play this cool.

Urban was instantly turned on by your attitude. He leaned over and whispered in your ear “You want to go somewhere and talk?”

“Naw. I’ve got god with me and he’s telling me things” you said with a smile.

Urban started howling. “Oh I’m going to get to know you better for sure.” He said

The guys saw Urban getting somewhere with you and sent Sunni and Copelan in. “Good evening beautiful” Cope said as he sauntered up to you.

Urban looked them up and down. “Sup fellas.” He said less than enthusiastically. Even though this was part of the plan, Urban took to you right away and was feeling territorial. Sunni took your hand and kissed it. Urban raised an eyebrow.

“Ok fellas I’m not some little twit. What’s the deal?” You said looking right at all of them. There was no way in this club with all these 20 somethings running around in skimpy dresses and BBL’s that they were all about you.

“Ughhh….well…we like your shirt is all.” Phil offered from the side. “Where did you get it.” He said awkwardly.

“Where did I get a Jack Harlow T-shirt?” You asked him “uhhh a Jack Harlow show.” you said making Phil blush in embarrassment. “Look fellas clearly you have some bet going on but I have to get back to my friends.” You were annoyed. Something was up and you didn’t appreciate it.

“Look.” Urban said reaching out and stopping you. You looked at his hand on your arm and felt an electric pulse down into your private space locking eyes with him. “Fellas, can you leave us alone please.”

“Do you trust me to follow me?” He whispered close up to you.

In spite of your best efforts you said “Ok”

Jack was watching all this with that side grin that showed his dimple from the club balcony waiting on Urb to make you comfortable. Urban led you down a hallway. The thumping music and lights were fading the further down the hallway you went. He led you into a room like a green room with a couch, a mini-bar, and a pool table. “You want a drink?” He asked you

“Yes please.” You said softly and politely. He felt himself starting to rise at your softness.

“Here’s the deal.” He said seeing that you were a straight shooter. “We like you. All of us. Even Jack.” He said. You stopped sipping. You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. “We would make sure you were comfortable and no funny shit. One by one. We want you. You down? We won’t hurt you.”

“What? This what you guys do? No I won’t do that. No way.” You said shaking your head and heading for the door. Urban moved in front of you. You looked up at him locked in this moment where both of you just stared at each other. He took your face in his hands and gently kissed you. He turned up the intensity as he tasted you with his tongue.

You completely let go and your tongue became intertwined with his in a delicious dance. His long curls cascading over you. His full cherry lips were so pillowy drawing you in. “We won’t hurt you.” He said. We need you. I….need you. He said passionately as he rubbed noses with you. We need something fucking real. Tired of the fake shit. Please do this and we will look after you.”

“Urban I….I don’t know this is just.. a lot.” You weakly protested.

“I know but we can’t help what we like and we all want you and we tend to get what we want.” He said now forehead to forehead with you.

“What will happen to me? What about Jack?

“Jack knows and he wants some too.” Urban said.

“You guys think you can just pass me around?” You objected pulling away from him.

“No. One on one. We each treat you right. What do you need from us?” He asked with concern making you melt.

“Umm…I want just…nobody to think anything bad about me if I do this, and I have someone I love in a situation. It would be nice if Jack could help them.” You said honestly all the drinks you had been sipping all night we’re catching up with you.

Urban broke down in laughter thinking it was so amazing you didn’t ask for a shopping spree or something, making him like you more. Him cracking up put you at ease. He knew you were the one for this, and starting to feel maybe for him. The vibe he was catching with you was undeniable. “Listen, please know we’re good guys. Freaky, but we’re not assholes. Let me set this up right. Be right back.” He left you in the room as he wildly texted the guys in the group chat. “It’s a go.” He said

“Drop her off at my hotel later.” Jack texted back. “Need total privacy.”

PART 3

You texted your friends but nobody was paying attention to their phone. They were all dancing and PG was treating them to a good time. Mostly to distract them. You were kind of the loner in the group so they didn’t give much thought to you being gone for a bit. They didn’t even notice their phones lighting up in their purses.

You started to get nervous and walked towards the door. It wasn’t locked, Urban didn’t want you to feel trapped. If he came back and you were gone it was ok by him, but he was starting to like you. Just as your hand was on the knob a couple people that work with PG knocked to come in and brought a whole set up. Large floor pillows, flowers, candles, chocolate covered strawberries, a full meal, a case of Phocus, a bottle of champagne with a few glasses, and a gift bag they handed to you. In the bag was some lingerie, a card from Jack and a hotel card-key. “You’re our princess, see you later.” The card said. Just then you got an email on your phone. It was an NDA. You knew the deal with Jack and signed it.

“How did he know my size?” You wondered and marvelled at how fast all this came together. You noticed you missed something in the bag…a blindfold and a silk black necktie. You gulped hard and hoped they would look after you like they said.

“So who goes first?” Trap Steve said as they we’re trying to figure this out in the noisy VIP area.

“Can I?” A shy voice said. It was Phil.

“That’s a great idea.” Urban said, and mostly because he wasn’t jealous of Phil. “You’ll make her more comfortable than any of us. Make her laugh. She ummm…she has a great laugh.” He said trailing off

“Bro. You catching feelings already?” Cope said teasing Urban.

“No fuck that, what?” Urban acted like Cope was crazy. He didn’t tell them he had already kissed you. “She’s real cute. Y’all will like her just not too much.” He said trying to control the situation. “After Phill I got next.” He said patting his chest. “Then we take her to see Jack Jack. Got it fellas?” They all nodded in agreement. “No super freaky shit. Think romantic thoughts.” Urban said. “Talk to her first ok?” Again the guys nodded but it irked a couple of them that Urban was acting all in control.

“Sorry fellas I’m out.” Urban’s step-brother said. “I can’t. Maybe I’m pussy but this ain’t for me.”

“No worries bro. Anyone else want out?” Urban said looking around at them. They all looked at each other. The rest of them were in. “She’s signing an NDA as we speak so we’re all good.”

PART 4

You slipped into the lingerie and poured yourself some champagne. Urban texted you. “Ready?” He said

You collected your nerves and replied “Yes.” You sent him a pic in the lingerie toasting him holding up your champagne glass. He immediately posted it in the group chat. It was surprising how amazing your body was under the baggy jeans. The chat went nuts…

Phil: I get to go first bitches!!!

Copelan: Um ok damn lil mama

Trap: Ah hell yeah

Sunni: She gonna forget y’all when I step in

Jack: 🙈🙈🙈

Urb: Ok Phil. If you fuck up the rest of us suffer

Phil: I’m better with women than all of you bro

Trap: 😂😂😂

Phil: Ain’t shit funny or cute. I’m going in 😈

You were sitting on the couch eating some of the food they had brought for you when Phil walked in. He was so shy and chubby and cute. “Oh you’re eating. I can come back.” He said “Or I can feed you. Whichever one. Only if you like…I mean..”

“Come over here you little cutie.” You said patting the spot next to you. “This is who they sent in first?” You thought chuckling to yourself. “Phil right?” You said smiling “Why don’t I feed you Phil. Open up sweet pea.” If you were going to do this you were doing it and treating them special too.

Phil obeyed. He was mush after that. Putty in your hands. “Mmmmmm. You like that Phil? You’re a big boy, I like that.” You said knowing he lacked the confidence of the other guys.

“I…yes…well I guess so.” Phil stammered “You look really sexy and pretty.” He complimented taking his last bite.

“I appreciate that. It’s a little cold in here. I don’t have much on.” You said coyly

Phil responded by putting a blanket over you and holding you to warm you up. “Soooo…you were at the show?” He said referring to his embarrassing comment he made earlier “Jack’s amazing huh?”

“My question right now is…” you said looking up at him and kissing him “Are you amazing Phil?”

“I…I’m a vibe I guess.” He said as your lips parted. “Look Urb said to talk to you first, make you comfortable.”

“I’m ok if your ok. Why don’t I make YOU comfortable?” You said taking your blanket off and undoing his jeans. You could see he wasn’t going to do shit if you didn’t, and you wanted him to have a good story when he went back to them. You rooted for guys like Phil. The guy with all the super hot friends that got picked last.

“Oh fuck.” He said as you went down and got on your knees. You took him in your mouth and were gentle with him. “Uhhh! Geezus y/n you’re really good at…uhhhh, fuck.” Phil breathed. His head went back as you took him to the back of your throat. After awhile you came up and kissed him on the neck.

“You know, you should be 1st more often Phil” You said encouragingly, making him feel cared for. “You’re real cute and a sweetheart.”

“Thank you y/n.” He said “Look we don’t need to have sex. You have a lot coming up…oh geez I’m sorry I mean..” He went beet red.

“Phil. It’s ok,” You said taking his hand and putting it on your breast. “Look at me. I want you to go back to those guys and tell them you scored…big.” You put a condom on him and sat on his erect manhood gliding up and down making him feel like he was floating outside of his body. He nestled his face into your tits and gently kissed them breathing you in. Phil was not small and you moaned as you spelled your name on his dick. “Fuck! I’m cuming!” You screamed as it hit that spot over and over again. He sucked harder on your breasts and cupped your ample ass with his hands.

“Ah fuck!” He said not able to stop himself from exploding. “Uhhhh, I’m sorry y/n.” He heaved. “I couldn’t hold it” he cradled you as he regained his composure.

“My god Phil.” You were surprised how enjoyable it was with him. He was so sweet and soft with you it made you kinda crazy. “Phil you were great honestly.” You said giving him a peck on the cheek. Let’s talk now. I want to know all about you.” You said out of breath.

You and Phil shared stories about feeling like the odd man out. Him in his circle and you in yours. He was funny and so intelligent. He was hooked on you now. You had treated him so nicely. Why did anyone else have to come in and have you. “Well y/n, this was more than I expected. Please keep in touch you have my number.” He said and pecked you on the cheek. It was getting too much being around you and he just wanted to go.

“Lets take a pic.” You said taking his phone and snapping a pic with you in lingerie straddling Phil with his hand on your ass. You with your tongue out looking back sassily. “Post it in the chat right now.” You said.

PART 5

“What is taking Phil so long? I hope he’s not boring that girl to tears with his Derby story” Urban said looking at his phone.

Group Chat: Phil sent a pic

Urban: No fucking way

Cope: ?????

Trap: Yoooooooooooo

Sunni: Fake News 🗞️

Jack: Dafuq?? 🫥

Druski: Phil got pussy?? Wait what’d I miss!

Phil showed up back in the VIP area and sat down calmly like a G really feeling himself.

“Well?” Urban asked.

“Best head, best ride, she’s real sweet. We talked and talked. She’s a real nice girl fellas.” Phil said still coming down off the high. “I….I need a minute” he said looking off into the distance. “She fed me guys. Like said open up sweet pea let me feed you type shit.”

“She fucking fed you??!” Cope said in disbelief

“Who the hell is this girl?” Trap Steve said looking at the effect you had on Phil.

“Well fellas. It’s my turn. She’ll be the one under my spell.” Urban said confidently.

You freshened up waiting patiently for Urban. You were attracted to him so this might go differently. Suddenly you heard a knock. “Y/N? Can I come in?” Urban said through the door?

“Yes Urban.” You called out softly

When Urban entered you were laying on the pillows on your stomach. Your ass out. Urban stopped “Whoah.” He said taking you all in. “Look Y/N let’s talk ok.” He said taking off his pants and sneakers to lay next to you but kept pacing “I don’t want this to be some brothel type shit.” Urban was feeling you and wanted to make an impression. He opened a can of Phocus and downed it, but wouldn’t lay down.

“OMG he’s nervous too?” You thought but decided to play. “Come on down here Urban. Lay down.” You invited him with a smile. He laid down and you put your head on his chest and flung your leg over him to snuggle. “Is this ok?” You said nicely

“Uh yup it’s fine.” He said trying not to paw all over you with his hands. “Look I know I went in with that kiss but….you made me laugh at the bar. I really dig that.”

“You like what?” You said giving his manly chest a kiss

“Whoah Y/N c’mon” Urban resisted

“Urban please. Can we talk after?” You wanted to feel them physically before you had anything in your mind about them beforehand but they all wanted to talk first. These were not a bunch of sleeze-ball dudes that’s for sure.

Meanwhile Jack had just arrived back at his hotel. “I need some nice desserts and champagne.” He called down to the front desk. What he saw in that picture got him riled up but he had to make the biggest impression as the big dog. “Can I get the violin player too in a bit please” He added.

“Oh god! Don’t stop Urban. Right there…..” You said as Urban sucked on your clit. You clenched the pillows and cried out in agony. Urban’s juicy lips down there was sheer heaven. Whatever he did to that chicken wing that went viral was nothing compared to what he was doing to you right now. He brought you to the edge and came back up.

“You ok?” He asked you

“Urban. Don’t talk please.” You said your head was spinning.

He smiled knowing he had you. “Up princess” he said and brought you over to the pool table. He hoisted you up on it.

“Urban what are you doing??” You giggled

“You ever did doggy style on a pool table?” Urban asked

“Of course not!” You laughed

Urban turned you over on your knees and entered you on the table. “Fuck!” You gasped as he filled you up. He had his way with you slowly and gently. Long strokes and all the way back out. “Urban please cum please.” You begged. This was worse than being hit fast from behind. He picked up speed and drove harder.

“Y/N ah ugh!” He said unable to even speak. He pulled out and finished on your butt. Spreading his cream around and smiling. He helped you get down. Your legs weak when you hit the ground. “Y/N I…that was…I mean right?” He was out of breath.

“Right?” Was all you could say back. Your time with Urban was short but amazing.

“Let me clean you off. Are you ok?” He said smoothing your hair out lovingly. It pained him to think Sunni was up next.

“So I love your work Urban. I understand your parents are creative too?”

Urban got busy gathering his things and leaving. He was getting emotional about you and didn’t need to know you were so cool and knew about him. This almost made him call this whole thing off and keep you to himself, but he didn’t want anyone to know how he felt. He’s fucked girls with Jack before so he thought he could do this no problem. He didn’t want to talk and get attached too quickly “Look I gotta go. I want to hang out with you again so please call me.” He said and left the room with a kiss on your head. The other guys were just playing around but not him. After this he was locking you down. Jack had so much to do with his image but Urban could deal with an older woman and it wouldn’t be as much of a big deal.

You were confused. “I thought he wanted to talk” you said a bit disappointed. You went to freshen up again. You didn’t know who was coming next but decided to mix it up and bring out the blindfold and tie.

“Yo guys after this she’s mine” Urban texted the group

Phil: That’s kinda crazy because she likes me

Sunni: Earth to Phil!

Cope: Bros before hoes

Trap: I’m not last am I?

Druski: How can I get in on this?

Jack: I got a fucking violin. Try me.

Clay: I’m glad I’m damn near married 🙄

PART 6

“Is anyone else coming? I’m waiting.” You texted Urban since he was the one who set this up

“I call threesome. Shake this up.” Trap Steve said

“Y’all ain’t doing my baby like that.” Phil said.

“Again…Earth to Phil.” Sunni said “She’s in with us now. We all have access.”

“No. Not after this.” Urban said

“You’ve been acting like you own her from the beginning bro. That’s fucked up.” Cope said

“Cope, Sunni?” Trap Steve said “Well?”

“I say yes get it over with” Urban decided. He texted you back “Wear the blindfold sweetie ok? Then we take you to see Jackman.”

“Guys don’t do too much please.” Urban said

They knocked on the door and cautiously cracked it open. “Hello???” You called out into the dim light

“Hey”

“Hi”

“Sup”

“There’s 3 of you?!” You exclaimed half-scared, half-excited “Where do you want me?”

“On the pillows” One of them said, reaching out to guide you but you tripped and fell on the pillows ungracefully.

“Oops!!” You laughed and they all thought you were adorable. You heard them undoing belts and throwing off shoes and then felt all these hands on you at once.

“Hey y/n?” Someone asked

“Yes whoever you are.” You said finding this fun

“Can you lift your arms above you head please?” A voice said politely

“Um ok.” You obliged.

One of them tied your hands and whispered in your ear. “Ready?”

“Yes.” You breathed nervously

You felt someone massaging your legs and licking your inner thighs until you felt the warmth of their tongue lick your folds like a lollipop then penetrate your space. You gasped and arched your back. Two of them took a breast each in their mouths. The feeling was nothing you ever felt before. “My god!” You cried out as one rubbed your clit and slid 3 fingers in and out of you. You felt a switch and one of them straddled your chest taking both your breasts and inserting his dick in between them. You licked the tip and spat on it as it went in and out from between your tits making him moan. Suddenly everything stopped and you heard condom packages ripping open. They untied you and you felt someone go under you, someone lay on top of you, and someone take your hand to jerk them off as they knelt beside your head. You felt something slip in from the back and the front at the same time, and a hand come around and muffle your cries.

“Its ok we got you sweetie” one said in your ear holding you steady around your waist. They both slowly started thrusting as one inserted himself into your mouth. Everyone was moaning and groaning as it got heated. The smell of sex filled the air. Suddenly you felt warm cream on your face as one of them unloaded on you jerking and pumping to orgasm. “Please!” You begged and whoever was thrusting on top of you pulled out and came all over your stomach. Whoever was underneath held you steady cuming inside. Short but intense you hit your limit.

“You ok.” You heard one say while you felt someone wiping you down. They took your blindfold off and you saw Sunni, Copelan, and Trap Steve standing there in their underwear. They thought you looked so cute with your hair a mess.

“I’m Trap Steve, this is Cope, and this doofus is Sunni.” They all smiled at you.

“Hi Fellas. Hope this is the last of you because I can’t take anymore” You said exaughsted

“Finish eating.” Copelan said grabbing your half-eaten plate and feeding you. Sunni grabbed you a drink and Trap Steve started dressing you and fixing your hair back. It’s like they had never seen a woman before, and probably the most polite freaky men you had ever come across. You got chatting with them. You got to know Sunni loved Japanese anime porn and had a couple kids. Copelan’s dad was in a band and he was Jack’s 1st partner in crime. Trap Steve played you his latest single and it was really good. They were all hilarious and had you laughing as they dissed each other….constantly.

A text came in from Jack. “Where da fuck are you 3 Stooges?” They all looked at each other and ignored it.

“Keep at it Steve you’re really good, Cope…well your gorgeous so…idk keep doing that I guess, Sunni the anime porn thing a bit weird but your a good dad and that’s adorable.”

“You sound like we’ll never see you again but your gang now.” Trap Steve said

“Oh my god fellas no. There’s tons of girls out there.” You laughed

“Tons of girls but only a few women.” Sunni said blushing. He liked talking to you. They all did.

“Guys no offence but I really just want to sleep.” You yawned.

“Get on my back.” Sunni said and he carried you out to the van where the rest of the guys were waiting to go to the hotel. You smiled awkwardly at everyone you just finished fucking and took a seat. Phil covered you with a blanket and a little silent pushing and shoving developed as you dozed off with who would sit next to you for you to lean on. Eventually Urban won. He sat next to you and you leaned on his shoulder. He put his arm around you and got under the same blanket cozy with you. He stuck out his tongue at everyone and Neelam just rolled her eyes and put her headphones on.

PART 7

Jack was pacing and tired. He texted the group again.

Jack: Yo ????

Sunni: Relax we’re coming…and boy did we EVER 😈

Jack: 🤢🤮

Cope: Bro. I would let her sleep tbh 😴

Trap: Um yeah she’s kinda done bruh 🫠

Phil: What’d you do to my girl? 🤬😡😭

Sunni: What you couldn’t do 😜

Javonte: Anyone down for bowling 🎳 and pizza? I can’t sleep 💤

As they pulled in behind the hotel, they put a beanie and sunglasses on you so any random pics wouldn’t show your face. It took forever for the elevator to get to Jack’s penthouse suite. All the guys were looking at you in this awkward silence. “Move over dumb ass.” Trap Steve poked Phil. It was definitely crowded with all of them packed in there.

Urban had his arm around you again and whispered “Thank you. I need to see you again, please?” You nodded your head and yawned.

“Hey no making plans over there.” Phil said

“STFU Phil. And he’s right. No fucking whispering.” Sunni said moving to the other side of you. “You don’t own her bro.”

“Stop it assholes.” Trap Steve said as he was looking mindlessly at his phone. Then looked at you and winked.

You texted your friends on the way up.

You: I’m ok. Sorry for going MIA

Friend 1: Yeah WTF?

Friend 2: Ok Miss SLUT Me Out 😭

You: Oh shit! We’re at his room. Gotta go.

Friend 1: Girl! WTF!??!!?!?

Friend 2: You WHERE?

The doors opened and Jack’s suite was like a mini-palace. There was an amazing view of the city, a full bar with a grand piano, and beautiful marble pillars and floors. A fire was going, a bouquet of roses on the table, and a long plate of sushi. Sade was playing and lighting was dimmed. All the guys knew they couldn’t top this. They all started dapping him up while you stood there like a deer caught in the headlights. Just being in Jack’s presence was a bit overwhelming and you felt faint. Phil stayed beside you and noticed you weren’t feeling well. He put his arm around you and rubbed your shoulder. Jack walked up towering over you and smiled a dimpled smile. His diamond earrings gleaming and perfect pillow of curls surrounded his head like a halo. You were more nervous now than you had been all night. “You must be y/n” he said taking your hand and kissing it then kissing you on both cheeks. “Stand down Phil. What’s up with you?” Jack said looking sideways at his friend.

“Jack.” You said faintly “Can I please sit?”

“Of course, you ok?” Jack said concerned, turning up your chin with his hand and taking you away from Phil. Phil scowled back at Jack.

He sat you down on the couch as all the guys talked and got into the sushi. “Hey! Fucking vultures that’s our food!” Jack yelled at his friends.

He smelled incredible as he held you to his chest. “Yo bring y/n some sushi and water. You need to eat and get hydrated ok? I’m gone get a bath going and we gone sleep ok?” He said in his calming drawl.

“Ok Jack.” Is all you could say.

“Fellas. Clear out please.” Jack ordered his friends

They all filed out and went to their rooms. They consoled Phil in the elevator. “It’s ok buddy. You’ll get something else soon.” Meanwhile they all had plans to call you.

PART 8

Jack drew you a warm bath and led you to this incredible bathroom with a big screen TV. A champagne glass and fruits beside the tub. He undressed you and slipped in behind you in the tub, taking a sponge and squeezing out warm water on your body. He took some grapes and fed you. You leaned on him and sighed. “So Urban tells me you have a friend in a situation and you need my help? He asked as steam filled the room.

“Yes. My friend landed in a bad situation and really needs a way out. Not legal trouble but help with paying for his daughter’s funeral. She was young it was an accident… and..” you were getting emotional describing the situation.

“Say less. Consider it done.” Jack said “Is this why you agreed to all this? Is that your real man? The one with the daughter?”

“No, we grew up like siblings. My mom and his mom are best friends.” You said and Jack believed you

“Wow. Wish I had friends that would fuck Phil to help me.” Jack said seriously

“Shut up! Phil is sweet.” You said throwing bubbles at him. You and Jack talked more. He wanted to know you first. That night he called of the violin player and just decided to let you sleep.

After your bath he dried you off, helped you into a big fluffy robe, and led you to a massage table set up in front of the fire place. “Not everyone gets this.” He said taking some pumps of oil and sliding his hands down your back. He gently massaged your legs and trailed back up to focus on all the knots in your shoulders. “Wow. Someone is stressed out.” He whispered

“Oohhh ouch.” You said as Jack kneaded out the sorest spots. He dried the oil off you and you felt so calm.

“C’mon princess sleepy time.” He said leading you to the bedroom and tucking you in.

“Jack where are you going?” You asked sleepily

“To write, I’ll be back.” He said. Jack wanted to give you space and rest. He parked himself in front of the fireplace to write a song about a girl so loyal she’d do anything to help a friend.

PART 9

In the morning you stumbled out of bed and found Jack running on the treadmill. The sun was coming up and it was beautiful. He stopped the machine when he saw you and smiled as he dabbed sweat from his forehead. “Good morning princess y/n” he said as he opened the fridge and downed orange juice right out of the jug.

“Morning.” You said quietly trying to figure out why he hadn’t tried to have sex with you yet.

“What do you want for breakfast?” He asked as he answered a text.

“Can I make you something? You seem to have everything here. I can’t do much for you helping my friend, so it’s the least I can do before I go.”

“I’m sure you’re a great cook but I’m in a rush. What would you like? Any allergies?” He asked

“Um no.” You said

“Look y/n I like you. You’re a nice woman, and I am attracted to you. I know I have a reputation but one night stands are not something I’ve ever been able to do. Sorry.” He explained

“That’s actually amazing. I was thinking it was because I fucked Phil.”

Jack choked as he doubled over in laughter. “That should be the reason but its not.” He said “I have a meeting, make yourself comfortable because we’ll be spending some time.” And he left.

Now you had so many questions. What did all that even mean? You went to put on what you could find of Jack’s.

Just then the elevator buzzed and made you jump. “What did you forget silly!” You called out to who you thought was Jack as you came around the corner from the bedroom but it wasn’t Jack.

“Miss y/n?” A UPS man asked

“Holy shit he really does use UPS.” You thought “yes that’s me.”

“Sign here.” He said and took off

You were stuck with at least 20 boxes on the living room floor. “WTF?” You said to yourself.

You texted Urban. “I think Jack bought me clothes. What do I do?”

“Clearly you suck at being a gold digger.” Urban said a bit annoyed Jack seemed to be taking this so far. He expected you to be home by now.

You were a bit put off by his tone. You were standing there in Jack’s shorts and tank top looking at a mountain of boxes and wondering WTF to do. “Urban please help me. I feel overwhelmed.” You begged

Urban softened and agreed to come up. He had you on speaker and everyone else decided to come too. Soon Urban, Phil, Sunni, Trap Steve, and Copelan were in Jack’s penthouse helping you open boxes and bickering as everyone was jealous, but not wanting to look like it. Jack walked into a mess of tissue paper flying around and clothes and shoes all over the place. Not to mention you in the middle of all the guys you had fucked the night before. He wasn’t happy. If he didn’t like you he would’ve fucked you in the morning and had you dropped off to wherever it is you stayed. The clothes were for you to spend a few days with him and not to worry about anything. “Guys. You have 10 seconds to get out.” He said fuming. His blue eyes flashing in anger.

“Jack I called them, well I called Urban and it turned into everyone. I’m so sorry. All these boxes came and I didn’t know what to do and I…I’m so sorry.” You burst into tears and ran into the bedroom.

They all got quiet and looked at each other. “See fucktards. Made my baby cry.” Phil said

“STFU Phil!!” They all said.

“Ok fellas. What’s the deal? We’re all feeling y/n?” Jack said being the leader.

“Looks like a duck….” Trap Steve said ashamed of his behaviour over the last 48 hours.

“Well you know she’s with me now right?” Jack assumed because that’s pretty much how it always was except for some girls that liked Urban better, and Cope and Sunni were getting popular, but Jack was the one most girls wanted.

“Whys it always you bro?” Sunni said

“Yeah, we don’t really know who she likes.” Copelan offered.

You crept back out to the living room into the argument. “Um guys?” You said but they didn’t see or hear you. “YOU GUYS!!!” You yelled

They all stopped and stared at you. “What is wrong with all of you!” You exclaimed “Your best friends! Please, I don’t want to cause a problem. Jack thank you for the clothes but please take all of this back. I don’t feel right about getting gifts from you, and being here. Take me home then. I mean what is someone like me doing here anyway?” You said looking around at the gargantuan penthouse. “I don’t even wear this stuff, I mean you saw me last night, all my friends looked glam and beautiful and me I…ah fuck I’m rambling, point is... Jack’s just being super nice is all. I told him some things and he’s just making me feel good. Right Jack? We didn’t even have sex guys. Please stop this. There’s no way guys like you like women like me.” You continued to explain, not knowing what you just did to every man there but most of all Jack. He was speechless. This is what he was looking for. Somebody real and you were fucking adorable as you were clumsy. You had walked into the marble pillars a few times around the penthouse, making him chuckle, but this is what he found sexy.”

They all looked at Jack. “You didn’t hit it?” Trap Steve laughed. They all burst out laughing…and wouldn’t stop.

“Bro. You Jack Harlow did all this and you didn’t…let me stop.” Sunni said and was crying laughing.

“Don’t laugh at him.” You said mad “He fed me, gave me a bath…”

“We fed you too and wiped all the cum off and carried you.” Sunni said “Oh shit sorry Jack.” He said catching Jack’s face.

“Y/N who da fuck do you like?” Copelan asked you

PART 10

“Oh for fuck sakes. Is that what all this is about?” You rolled your eyes and sighed.

“I like all of you. Phil you’re a fucking sweetheart and have this way with women.”

“Told you dildos.” Phil said

“And Sunni, you’re so quirky and sexy.” You said

“Tell me something I don’t know.” He answered confidently

“And Copelan. Your eyes are so soulful they just pull me in.” You said looking at him

“Awwww…thanks” he answered shyly

“Trap, I have never laughed so hard. You’re good for the soul.”

“I’m good for a lot of other things too….maybe not” he said looking at Jack’s face

“Urban.” You said pausing and walking over to him making Jack squirm “Urban. We connected in a very real way.”

“Yes we did Y/N” Urban said looking longingly into your eyes

“But you’re Jack’s best friend and I couldn’t sorry.” You said sadly.

“Is that the only reason because we can work something out….maybe not.” He said looking over at his best friend

“And Jack” you said making your back to him almost tripping over a box, so you fell into his arms in not the best way but he loved it. “I am clumsy, I’m not a model, I don’t wear clothes you want me to wear, I’m not a girl-boss or whatever the fuck girls are running around saying when they sell hair extensions on Amazon, but I do really really would like to get to know you better if I can also have all your stupid best friends as my friends.” You were getting teary eyed looking up at him.

He leaned down to kiss you and all the guys cheered and whistled and clapped. “Ah fuck.” Phil said amongst all the cheers.

“Y/N that was the fucking sweetest thing I ever heard anyone say. Whatdya say guys? Can Y/N be with us? I mean me…and us? But no fucking them again especially Phil” he said kissing you again. “Now all you butt-holes clean this shit up.” He said looking around at the disaster in his living room.

“All this has made me sleepy. I’m going to take a nap.” You headed for the bedroom and they all looked at each other and looked at Jack.

“No.” Jack said

@killatravtramp @itsyagirljaz @angelbae05 @comehomeimissyou @jacks-daycare @jackharloww @jackmans-poison @jacksmoviestar

#fanfic #jack harlow #hip hop #writing #romance #jack harlow smut #humour

[somin-yin]

I'm liking Johnny quite a lot, he makes me laugh and gives me Todd vibes because of his sense of humour ❤️ it was definitely a good decision to pursue him, and also he's a gentleman! what else can I ask for? ❤️

#he's my type of guy、guys with sense of humour and kinda geeky and awkward #my S.O. is also like that 😂 #romance club #rc #love sin & evil #hhhh #rc lse #rc love sin and evil #lse

[sonofenki]

i love them your honour

#ivo having a sense of humour new paris would be shocked #romance club #rc psi #rc ivo

[it-happened-once-in-a-meme]

Funny Fantasy Friendship/Romance Prompt

*Dramatic* "You're a woodland elf, and I'm a couch potato. How can we make our racial differences work?"

"I could make you a couch of moss." 💕🌿🌱

What (LotR) characters can you see this saying? I think this but be a realistic plot for self-insert fanfiction.😂🤔

#funny writing prompt #dialogue prompt #funny prompt #romance prompt #romantic prompt #writing prompt #writing prompts #lotr #lord of the rings #legolas #thranduil #legolas x reader #thranduil x reader #friendship prompt #lotr x reader #self insert #romance #friendship #humour #racial differences #fantasy races

[jilyarchive]

Hi!

Can you point me to professional quidditch player James fics

Sure!

Title: If We Ever Meet Again &A Little Death(Alternate Moments excerpt) Author: twilightstargazer Rating: T Genre(s): Romance, Humour Chapters: 2 Word Count: ~ Summary: Prompt: meeting up at a high school reunion.

Title: Quidditch Club Author:sunaprincess7 Rating: M Genre(s): Romance, Humour Chapters: 1 Word Count: 14,661 Summary: The first rule of Quidditch Club is no falling for a student’s mum. Jily AU. Single Mum AU. Smut if you squint. 

Title:After the Quidditch Game Author: Lioness Amythest Rating: K+ Genre(s): Romance Chapters: 19 Word Count: 61,318 Summary: Lily goes to a professional Quidditch game, England against Ireland unknown to her that there she will meet the inevitable James Potter. 

Title: Eight Days Author: BeeDaily Rating: Mature Genre(s): Romance, Humour Chapters: 8 [WIP] Word Count: 38,393 Summary: During a week-long exhibition, professional Quidditch player James Potter encounters Lily Evans, Junior Quidditch Correspondent for the Daily Prophet.

Title:Untitled Author: scared-of-clouds Rating: Not rated Genre(s): Romance, Fluff Chapters: 1 Word Count: ~ Summary: Where James is a professional Quidditch player and he’s playing at the World Cup.

Title: Untitled Author: ofstagsanddoes Rating: Not rated Genre(s): Romance, Humour, Fluff Chapters: 1 Word Count: ~ Summary: “celebrity au in which they have a very very public rivalry which involves twitter rants, fandom wars, tabloid articles stirring etc. until they’re photographed holding hands and the internet has a meltdown”

Title: The Auror and the Chaser (excerpt It Could Happen) Author: scared of clouds   Rating: T Genre(s): Romance Chapters: 1 (out of 29) Word Count: ~ Summary: Puddlemere United Chaser James Potter and Auror Lily Evans meet again at some formal gathering or something 3 years after their *ended relationship* at Hogwarts.

Title: We All Fall In Love Sometimes Author: K. East Rating: T Genre(s): Romance Chapters: 43 Word Count: 57,744 Summary: Two rival Chasers on professional British Quidditch teams are in for the ride of their lives as an off-sides affair compromises their reputations as well as their hearts.  

Title: The Snitch (Changing Times excerpt)  Author: SpaghettiSticks Rating: T Genre(s): Romance, Angst Chapters: 1 (out of 39) Word Count: ~ Summary: Lily Evans is a photographer hired to take pictures of Quidditch player James Potter.

Title: apogee Author: gryffindormischief (ao3 log in required) Rating: T Genre(s): Romance, Humor, AU Chapters: 1 Word Count: 1,716 Summary: Sometimes purely charitable intent ends up with some positive personal results.

Title: slump Author: gryffindormischief (ao3 log in required) Rating: M Genre(s): Romance, Smut, AU Chapters: 1 Word Count: 2,106 Summary: James Potter is quite expert at quidditch, and when he's not, he's expert at working himself into a strop. (SULTRY FIC!)

#chaser!james #celebrity au #fic request #modern au #romance #smut #angst #humour #fluff #quidditch!james

[daisyachain]

There are works which are not [genre] but works made that have read a lot of [genre]. YJ is not an anime but it is a cartoon that has watched a lot of anime. MTMTE is not a comedy but it is a space opera that has watched a lot of sitcoms. I’d like to learn the term for a work that is deep in conversation with a genre without belonging to that genre even as a hybrid. Specifically works that address, lampshade, satirize, employ genre signposts without obeying genre conventions.

#or another example. oofuri is a sports manga and it is also a bl and that’s perfectly fine #ao no flag is a romance and is not a bl despite hitting a lot of the bl tropes. it is a manga that expects you to know what a bl looks like #and it consciously evades that classification. the resolutions it chooses and the framing it uses aren’t right. aren’t the same #MTMTE is comic (hah) but unlike a true comedy the resolution never comes from irony or fun or a twist #discworld is a deadly serious fantasy AND a pure comedy because every book’s resolution is a trick of irony and deception. #each book is a 400 page joke that ends with a hell of a punchline. #MTMTE on the other hand resolves its arcs in a very straightforward way #there’s not necessarily a gotcha or a ‘you thought!’ even the plot twists are an act of drama rather than cleverness #so while MTMTE has a sense of humour it’s just a story with jokes rather than a comedy #I know I know Greek comedy blah blah in this post I’m using the modern sense of the term #kelsey rambles #or Star Wars—it’s a space western action series that has watched a lot of samurai movies (OT) and some wuxia (PT/EU)

[the-writer1988]

Tangled Fic Recommendation

Every so often I like to talk about a fanfiction I am reading and recommend it to people.

Today, I'm not only recommending one story, I am recommending an entire series.

23 stories in their series so far and counting. And there is still a lot more to come.

Not only has this author embarked on a thrilling rewrite of the series, they have written it so well that I am always eagerly awaiting the next part.

The best part is that updates are DAILY! What author manages to keep updating daily consistently for over a year?

I am of course talking about the series on A03 starting with the fic: "Two Tangled Sisters" which begins with the premise that Cassandra was taken to the Tower before Gothel kidnapped Rapunzel and then subsequently cared for Rapunzel and became an older sister. The first fic shows them growing up in the Tower and then covers the Tangled movie, introducing Eugene and showing their adventure as Rapunzel and Eugene fall in love, alongside Cassandra who just wants to protect her little sister.

The series has expanded from there, following through with how Rapunzel and Cassandra adapt to Royal Life (because Arianna being the most awesome mum ever decides to adopt Cassandra too and she becomes a Princess of Corona). It is fascinating following their journey together, and the different paths Rapunzel and Cassandra take in this AU.

It continues into The Coronation, with Rapunzel getting her hair back, and then onto a rewrite of Season One, Two and now Three. I cannot talk much about it but each story written so far has something for everyone!

New Dream cuteness!

Eugene and Cass bickering!

Sisterhood!

Family bonding!

Alchemists!

Arianna!

Hating Frederic!

Danger!

Excitement!

Our favourite characters getting hurt!

There is so much this series has given! To this day, the season finale for season 1 still hurts me.

I love the character progression all the characters go through: they all shine in this series!

As a Eugene fan, I cannot express my excitement enough as to his future role in this series! I am so excited for it!

And, despite the series being called Two Tangled Sisters, Eugene has a big role in the series and his and Rapunzel's relationship does take centre stage.

There are twists and turns and rewrites of episodes! An unexpected pairing for Cassandra that I did not expect to want but now its there I am rooting for them! Such great development of all the characters and it shows what a great author we have for this series, for them to be able to tell such great stories and make a pairing work.

This series is so much more than just a Cassandra series. It is so much more than that. It is one of the best rewrites I have ever encountered in my few years in the fandom. The author has done the impossible and, as a fan who wasn't fond of Cassandra to start with, this series has certainly helped me see Cassandra, even in canon, with a new light. I cannot wait to see how this series goes!

I urge anyone not to brush this series off, to give it a try. You do not have to read every story in the series. The core set of stories following the series are enough, and there are multiple side-stories that add a bit extra to the characters.

If you only want to read the core stories, this is the order you should read them in:

Two Tangled Sisters

Two Princesses

The Coronation

Within the Walls of Corona (which covers the first half of S1)

To Rule A Kingdom (Queen For A Day reimagining)

The Alchemists Search (dealing with the second half of S1)

The Princess, The Pirate and The Prosecutor (S1 finale)

Vardaros and the Tower (S2 opener)

Magic and Artefacts (covers the first quarter of S2)

High Tide Dream (covers the second quarter of S2)

The Great Tree

The Past We Try To Forget (covers the third quarter of S2)

Shimmering Stones and Uncertain Destinies (S2 finale)

Return To Corona (S3 opener - currently posting)

I urge people to give this series a chance, whether you are a Cassandra fan or not - this series has something for everyone. And this is a series I wouldn't have read myself if I hadn't given a chance - and the only reason I did was because of the daily updates. I am so glad I gave this series a chance. It is 100% worth it!

Now, for some of you here, it will be very obvious which author I am talking about with this fic recommendation.

Unfortunately, this author has been, in some aspects, ostracised by the fandom in a lot of places. It's got to a point they still do not feel comfortable on tumblr, and this, to me, is very sad, because @twotangledsisters is such a GREAT PERSON to interact with.

She has become one of my favourite people on this site. Her writing, her opinions, her art are absolutely fabulous, and yet, people block her, excluding her from being able to interact with their content all because of her love of Cassandra from Rapunzel's Tangled Adventure.

@twotangledsisters is not just a Cassandra fan. She is a New Dream fan too but has been excluded from a lot of New Dream spaces because of her love of Cassandra and that is absolutely heart-breaking, that someone who loves this show so much, cannot fully interact with the fandom simply because they love Cassandra. If someone reblogs a piece of New Dream art that she likes, she finds out she's blocked from the original poster's blog so cannot follow them or see their other New Dream content.

It is sad and horrible to find out the way she did that people have done this to her. And how some people sent her horrible messages, telling her she was not welcome in New Dream spaces, when she absolutely 100% is WELCOME.

@twotangledsisters has so much love and care and creativity she wants to share with everyone but now feels she cannot. I am thrilled that she continues to produce brilliant artwork for my own fics! I'm honestly astounded by what she has produced so far for my fic: The Lost Prince!

Please everyone: be kind.

@twotangledsisters is a gift to the fandom and I feel incredibly proud to be calling myself her friend. She is awesome, and so is her fanfic series: Two Tangled Sisters.

Give it a try! I heartily recommend it.

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